WJ-124  Defiled Wives
(Tom Porter) 


CASE NUMBER ONE: Brenda B. 

"I don't think it's too much to ask, Doctor. I've done things like that for 
him. He could at least return the favor once in a while. Besides, I made it 
myself. And I was the one who put it on. All I wanted him to do was lick it 
off. Really! I don't think it would have bothered him all that much. It was 
homemade, too. Oh, I get a tingle just thinking about how nice it could have 
been.... 

"But no, Ralph, he had to go and ruin it. He thought eating whip cream off 
my pussy was disgusting or something. Well, let me tell you, if he can't eat 
my pie every now and then I don't know what I'm going to do. God only knows 
how many times I've sucked on that hog-head of his. Jesus! I must have gone 
down on it about a thousand times. And that's no lie, Doctor! I've sucked 
off that big mushroom cap about a thousand times. 

"And do you think that makes any difference to Ralph? Do you think that just 
once he'd eat a little whip cream out of my pussy? Not on your life! And you 
wonder why a girl like me ends up talking to a shrink. It's a wonder I'm 
able to talk at all the way he treats me. 

"Did I ever tell you about the time I asked him to eat out my ass hole? You 
want to hear about an argument? Listen to this! He nearly went through the 
roof on that one. He called me every dirty word in the book. I told him I 
would wash-up special, too. But he said he'd sooner beat his meat with an ax 
than rub his tongue between my cheeks. I don't know, Doctor. Sometimes I 
just don't know. 

"Last week he told me that I was the biggest bitch alive! Can you believe 
it? He thinks I'm fat and ugly, that I have no more sex appeal, and that the 
only thing good about me is the way I fuck. Thank God for little things, eh? 
I know he's only kidding when he says I'm not good looking. What he really 
means is that he's used to me. I know I'm still attractive. Plenty of men, 
believe-you-me, are still telling me how good looking I am. Why just last 
Tuesday, in the super market, I had to fight off a big truck driver type. He 
was pawing me and rubbing his hands on my buns ... it was awful! I couldn't 
do anything to stop him. I had two big bags of groceries in my arms and he 
was carrying on with his hands on my buns. I couldn't believe it. How 
forward he was. 

"I looked in the mirror the other night, after Ralph told me I was turning 
into a big bitch. It's not true. For one thing I haven't put on a pound 
since high school. 

And as for my titties, they're still as firm and tight as can be. My pussy 
is nice and narrow, sweet and juicy, and Ralph's meat fits in there like a 
cork in a wine bottle. There's nothing at all wrong with my body, Doctor. 
Maybe Ralph's worried about himself. 

"The other day I went into the bedroom and there he was standing in front of 
the mirror. He was flexing his arm, like one of those weight lifters? And he 
was making one of those I'M A HE-MAN DON'T FUCK WITH ME faces. I nearly 
cracked up. To see my Ralph looking at himself in the mirror that way was 
just too funny. Naturally when he saw me watching him like that he went 
crazy. He told me that I was spying on him, that I was making fun of him, 
that I didn't give a damn about him. 

"You know what I did? I got undressed right there in front of him. I didn't 
say a word. I just slowly unbuttoned my blouse, one button at a time. I 
didn't do it deliberately slowly, but I did it. You know what I mean? He was 
yelling nasty things at me, calling me a whore and a tramp and a bitch, but 
I just kept smiling to myself and taking my clothes off. I kept undressing. 
His voice was so loud I thought the neighbors would start thinking about 
calling the cops. He couldn't believe that I wouldn't answer him back. 

"I got all my clothes off and he was still yelling at me. The fact that I 
didn't say anything to him really ticked him off. I showed him how nice and 
lean my loins are, how supple and soft my thighs are. I pulled open my juicy 
twat lips and made it impossible for him to look anywhere but right up that 
front alley. He did, too. He looked in there and he blushed. 

"I turned around and took hold of my two cheeks. I don't want to brag, 
Doctor, but I have two very nice ass cheeks. The flesh of my rump is smooth, 
silky smooth and satin soft. I grabbed that creamy pair of buns and pulled 
them apart so that my sphincter was wide open and ready for inspection. He 
couldn't believe his eyes. I was showing him everything and still not saying 
a word. He just stared at my soft ass hole and I tried to make it wink at 
him. 

"Then I stood up. I turned around and walked up close to him. My nipples 
were cherry red and pert. They were standing up like little midgets, ready 
for action, ready for rubbing and squeezing and tugging and milking. I 
wanted him to start licking me. But I didn't dare say so. He was still mad 
at me. I saddled up close. I rubbed my hairy mound along side his thigh. I 
gave him a little pressing with my bush. It was wet and getting slippery. 
The inside, I knew, would be plenty oily when the time came. I wrapped my 
thighs around his thigh. He couldn't believe that I was being so nice and 
not saying a word. I treated him like I was a cat and he was a friendly old 
rubbing post. I went sliding up and down next to him and then stood away. 
'Well, Ralph,' I said, 'do you still think I'm a bitch?' He grabbed me in 
his arms and took me down on the bed. 

"He spread my legs and made me hot in my cunt. He pushed his cock up and 
down next to my pussy. I could feel it there, even through his trousers. He 
was hot and lusty in his pants, and he might have been angry at me, but in 
his joint, in his balls, there was nothing but passion. I know that. I 
reached down between us and unbuckled his belt. The piece of leather and 
metal came off easy. I worked my hands down into his underwear and found 
that joint of his. I went sliding my fingers up and down the pole. I worked 
it, rubbed it, made it firm and tender. I touched the tip with the palm of 
my hand. I couldn't see what I was doing, of course, because Ralph was on 
top of me and kissing me and I had my eyes closed. But I could feel that hog 
down there, feel the way it was stiff and large and hot. I knew that pretty 
soon it would be enough of a stick to be able to make me cum. I wanted it 
that way, wanted it big and hot, lusty for my body. I wanted Ralph to stop 
being angry at me and to come inside my pussy and make me horny again. 

"Pretty soon he got up off me, out from between my legs. He left me laying 
there for a minute and took off his pants. I watched him do that. His joint 
was large and thick. The balls down below were hot and chilled at the same 
time. I could see how tight the sack was. He looked like he was about as hot 
as he had ever been. I wanted that thick meat of his because it looked so 
enticing, because Ralph, he looked so God damn fucking hot. I like it best 
when a man is really hot and passionate, when the fucking is sweaty and 
slippery, when there's ooze and slop and slippery juice and all that kind of 
thing. I don't like dry fucks and things that aren't juicy. In fact, that's 
why I wanted that whip cream eat out. I thought it would be nice that way. 

Well, Ralph, he finished getting his pants off and he climbed up between my 
legs again. I reached for his boner and directed the mushroom head down 
close to my clit. I rubbed the stiffest part of that ridge there in the 
boner with my palm. I worked it up and down like a gear shift handle. Then I 
took him down closer to my insides. I pushed with one hand on his bare ass. 
In he went, all the way down. I could feel the head of his muscle inside me. 
He has such a large organ. You wouldn't believe it if you saw it, Doctor. 
That joint of his must be eight or nine inches long, and it must be an inch 
thick, too. It's large and unwieldy that way. I like that. It's like having 
a big horse fucking my body. (I like looking at animal cocks. Did you know 
that? It's only because they're so large ... or maybe it's because they look 
nasty ... ) 

"Anyhow, I reached down between my legs and took hold of the part of his 
joint that wasn't inside my pussy. I rubbed up and down on that thick stem. 
I could feel how throbbing he was already. Already his joint was ready to 
spurt off. I could just tell. I wasn't anywhere near ready to have an 
orgasm. I told Ralph that, but he didn't pay any attention. He just kept 
charging at me like a bull, filling my twat with that heavy-duty fuck stick 
of his. I couldn't believe that he was just going to fire off that way. I 
thought maybe he would be nice about it, maybe he would give me the pleasure 
I was looking for, but NO. He just kept sliding in and out until he was 
ready to blast off. And blast off is what he did, too. That supercharged 
rocket of his went zooming down inside and just stayed there, stuck in me, 
like a big needle jammed into the back of my cave. I couldn't believe it. 
All of a sudden the big needle was injecting me with sperm seed. It was 
shooting off into my twat veins. It was shooting me up hard and fast, 
pressing into my slippery back walls with stick wet juice. I loved that, and 
I always will, the feel of that hot sperm juice splattering on my back twat 
cave. It really sends me. 

"But not enough. It's not enough for Ralph just to stick his prong in there 
and fire off. I need something better, something that lasts longer. But he 
did that. He just stuck it in there and jacked-off in me. That's what I 
didn't like, Doctor. I didn't like his just slamming it into me that way. It 
drove me crazy that he would do only that. I couldn't believe it. But that's 
what he did. He pulled that sloppy meat of his right on out of my twat just 
as soon as the last throb of his penis was done. He wasn't even completely 
finished when he stood up and started walking around the room, lecturing me 
again about how I had to obey him, about how I would have to do everything 
he said from now on, that I couldn't be treating him like a husband anymore, 
but that I would have to treat him like the King of some country. He wanted 
me to be doing weird things, like bowing down and kissing his feet and 
rubbing my tongue between his toes. I told him that he had better calm down 
because otherwise the people from the funny farm were going to come over to 
the house and give him a new place to live. That's when he got angry. It 
wasn't that he believed what he was saying about his being King and all, but 
he just wanted to keep pretending for a little while and I didn't want to. 
He came over and let me have it hard. I don't know if you can still see 
it-that's why I have my hair this way-but he really made my face hurt a lot, 
and it was black-and-blue for a while, too. 

"Well, you don't have to hit me twice to let me know what you're thinking. I 
got up and told him that I had had enough, that I wasn't going to take that 
kind of shit from any man, not even from my husband. He started to swing at 
me again and I fell down on my knees. I broke like a little twig on a tree. 
I just fell down and told him that it was o.k., that I loved him so much 
that he could beat me and kick me. I told him that if he wanted me to I 
would ream out his ass hole and lick his arm pits, that I would let him 
spray me with urine and shit on my thigh or my face. I told him he could rub 
his cock in my nostrils if he wanted to. I kept holding onto his ankle and 
telling him that, telling him he could strap me up and beat me with chains 
and rub his elbow in my titties and cut off my nipples and rub his finger 
into my eye-sockets and gouge out my clitoris. I told him he could commit 
any kind of violent act on my body that he wanted to, even kill me with a 
knife. Just so long as he let me stay with him and love him. 

"It was a very passionate speech. I made it that way on purpose because I 
didn't want him to think anything about where I was going to be that night. 
You see, Doctor, I had already arranged to be out of the house that night. 
Not only out of the house, but in the arms of another man! How does that 
strike you? I bet you never thought that little old Brenda could do 
something like that? But I did. Believe-you-me, I certainly did! 

"I had made the arrangements about a week before, to meet with this man. He 
was a pretty man, with blue eyes and blonde hair, with big strong arms and 
legs, and he was my age (about twenty) and he knew that I wanted him. He 
knew that I could give him back what he wanted, too, because we were both 
pretty damn horny. He had told me, when we first met, that his wife wasn't 
putting out for him, that he needed a woman who appreciated a big cock and 
rock-hard balls. So I told him up front, the same as he was being with me, 
that my husband wasn't doing the dyno-fucking-might job he was supposed to 
be doing on me, either, and that I would love to get together and blast off 
with him. He told me that sounded just about perfect and we set a date. 

"Of course, I would have cancelled that date if Ralph had treated me right. 
I would have just never showed up, just like Gary wouldn't have I bet if his 
wife had treated him right. But it didn't happen that way. Not at all. 

"That night, after I made that big passionate speech to Ralph about how I 
would eat his toe-gum, I snuck out of the house by telling him that I was 
going off to meet the girls. Really I was going off to get myself a nice 
healthy heart-stopping piece of ass from Gary. Boy, I knew for sure that I 
was going to suck that penis of Gary's until it turned purple, and that I 
was finally going to get someone to eat whip cream off my twat. 

"That was my first stop, in fact, the neighborhood liquor store which just 
happened to have three cans of whip cream left. I bought all three and went 
on my way to meet Gary. I was hoping that he might bring something with him 
for the occasion, too. 

"I want to tell you, Doctor, that for meeting Gary I wore special clothes. I 
couldn't just go out and not try to look flashy and all. I had to be really 
good. I was only going to get one shot, I felt, to make this man happy with 
me. If it worked, then I would see him again. If not, it would be bye-bye 
babydoll and no lusty affair for little Brenda. I couldn't let that happen, 
now, could I? 

"So I dressed to the hilt. I put on a short skirt, one that came up to the 
middle of my thighs. I wanted to show off some of my slick legs. It was 
important that Gary get a look at my loins. I knew he would like me if he 
saw how silky I was there. And I didn't wear underpants, either. No panties 
for Brenda on that night. I wanted to be ready to travel, if you know what I 
mean. And as for a bra, well, it was the same story. I didn't bother. I let 
my titties hang out as they would. My nipples were hot and tender, ready for 
all the lusty rubbing and squeezing they could get I promised myself as I 
drove to the motel that if Gary didn't give my chest the massage I wanted I 
would give myself a rub-down on my way home. There were going to be no two 
ways about it.... 

"I got to the motel in a state of fever. There were tears in my eyes, I was 
so horny. I could feel the juice in my honey pot boiling. Ooze had turned to 
hot oil. My leafy little flesh lips were on fire. I could feel the rubbing 
between them. It was going to be good. I knew it would be. 

"My heels clicked on the pavement outside the rooms. I wondered how many 
other secret lovers were in those rooms, behind closed doors, making their 
way through the night in carnal bliss. I wondered how many cheaters, how 
many drunks, how many unsatisfied lonely husbands and wives were getting 
their real charges over here at the motel. My heels kept clicking. I had to 
get to room nineteen. At the door marked eleven I heard wailing, passionate 
moaning and some sort of slopping sound. I wanted to bust open the door and 
see them, see their writhing bodies, their jerking flesh as they climaxed in 
the luxury of orgasm. Oh, God, Doctor, the juices were dripping from me like 
rainwater from a rose bush ... I was horny and thorny.... 

"I got to the room and started to knock on the door. But then I realized 
that this room, this meeting, was as much mine as his. I had no cause to 
knock. If he was in there with his penis out and waiting, that was good and 
he should be happy that I would walk right in and see him there. And if he 
wasn't there yet, well, it made no difference. I turned the door-handle and 
went in. The room was dark. I couldn't see a thing. I felt my heart thunder 
in my chest as the ooze in my tunnel continued to leak profusely. I wondered 
how long it would be before my eyes would adjust to the dark. A car slicked 
by outside on the boulevard and the headlamps lit the room in a harsh black 
and yellow, Halloween style light. I had a brief glimpse of the room, a bed, 
chairs, a dresser, the open bathroom door, the empty closet to my right, 
and, just as the room was going dark again, as the car veered off away and 
into the night, I saw him. 

"He was standing naked against the wall to my right. He stood six-feet and 
was every bit as handsome as I remembered him. His balls hung slightly 
unevenly, and his cock drooped in front of it. But droop is the wrong word, 
Doctor. It lay downwards across his scrotum waiting for the moment that we 
both craved. He stood there cool as a cucumber, as they say, and he smiled 
when he knew I had seen him. 'Undress,' he said simply. 'We have a lot to do 
tonight." 

"My heart beat like the hooves of a thousand stampeding cattle. I stood 
stalk still wondering how I would coordinate my hands to do what my brain 
was screaming for them to do: 'Rip your clothes off and grind that joint of 
his into your mouth and your ass hole and your pussy ... ' I didn't have to 
do it. 

"He stepped forward and slid his Angers along the front of my blouse. The 
buttons popped off onto the floor. I started to protest, but he didn't give 
me the chance. He ripped the blouse from my shoulders, took the cotton skirt 
at the waistband and tore it downwards. I stood naked in only my heels and a 
simple gold necklace. He broke that off of my neck and looked at my Angers. 
I wore a ring. He picked up my hand and took that off and tossed it on the 
floor. It was my wedding ring. 

"Then he stroked my labia lips. We hadn't embraced. I stood there with my 
hands down at my sides. I was completely nude, and so was he. He was sliding 
his finger up and down between my pussy lips. That was the only place we had 
ever touched. That was the first time we touched. He'd ripped my clothes 
from my body and stuffed my twat with his finger. He seemed to know that 
this was the most erotic thing he could have done. It only took two strokes 
for him to locate my clitoris, and then I was hot and juicing even more than 
before, and my clit was upright and erect, ready to be beaten into ecstasy, 
eaten into orgasm.... 

"He thrust his entire bony finger into my cunt. He didn't try to be gentle, 
either. He was testing it out, getting a lay of the land, as it were, and it 
seemed, from the look on his face and from the way he hesitated with his 
digit up inside my twat-hole, that he liked what he found. I was happy for 
that, happy that I would most likely be finally getting the fucking that I 
wanted, not a quick wham-bam, thank-you-ma'am, kind of fucking, but a first 
class, hot shot, down the tubes, up the womb zinger, something that I could 
remember. I could feel it in my bones ... and in Gary's big hard bone-on. It 
was going to be quite something. 

"I began with a simple slide of tongue. You've heard of slight of hand, 
Doctor? Well, this was slide of mouth muscle, a swabbing performed with me 
on my hands and knees and with that huge pecker rubbing first at my lips and 
then at my tongue. Mmmmm-boy, was that good or what? I loved taking the 
thing in my fingers, curling my two small fists around that giant pole of 
flesh. That's what I did, mind you. I wrapped all ten fingers around that 
flesh cob and stuck the tip of it into my mouth. My lips sealed the bargain, 
wrapped tight around the rim and sucked hard. Oh, did I suck hard! I loved 
the feel of that big boner rubbing to and fro in my face. Do you know what a 
thrill it is for you to get your penis down a woman's pussy? Well, that's 
how nice it was for me to get Gary's big prick in my mouth. I was only able 
to use the head because the meat was such a large thing. But that head was 
plenty for my tastes. It didn't take me long at all to have him throbbing 
and bouncing in my mouth. That was a lot of fun. 

"From there on it was all passion, hot and lusty. I rubbed his buns with my 
open palms. Of course, I held his stick of love in my face at the same time. 
You know, I had my hands around his two hairy buttocks and his boner in my 
mouth. I was sliding up and down with the tip of that hard-on rubbing at my 
tonsils while I fingered the entrance to his bunghole. It was top-drawer, 
first rate, the kind of blue blood header that a King (poor Ralph) really 
deserves.... 

"Naturally, when Gary turned around so as to adjust the sheets a bit I 
couldn't resist giving him a little banger kiss on the buns. I went down on 
his right cheek and filled my mouth with hot ass flesh. I love a good sweaty 
rump to get me hot and sexy. I went sliding my tongue down the slope and he, 
of course, couldn't believe how good a feel that way. He reached back and 
pulled his two back loaves open so I could get in deep, into his anus hole 
where I did a quick lick or two. I didn't want to spend too much time there 
but I didn't want him to think I was shy or bashful or anything, if you know 
what I mean.... 

"After I licked out his ass hole I had him roll over again. He didn't want 
me to go down on his hog until I had washed out my mouth. I had with me, as 
usual when I take to fooling around, a toothbrush and paste. I adjourned to 
the john and did my number. I came back, feeling my way in the motel dark, 
and landed at the foot of the bed, tripping and sliding into place between 
Gary's hefty muscular thighs. I spread my mouth open and gave that hot 
mushroom head of his a good preliminary 'Hello, how are you? swabbing. We 
were back in action. 

"It took me a minute to work my way up that torso of his. There were all 
sorts of lickable places on his chest, his manly nipples, for instance, his 
hot pectoralis majoris muscles, his belly button, his hips and his big broad 
shoulders. All of that was hairy flesh, and I loved giving it a bit of the 
oral rub-down. But most of all, Doctor, and you'll probably think I'm pretty 
silly to say this, I-liked kissing Gary in the mouth. I rubbed my tongue 
right on down into his mouth and kissed him hard. He kissed me back French 
style, too! 

"Of course, things got pretty hot after that. I'm not sure exactly how we 
got into it I know for sure that I was sliding my long loin around his thigh 
and using the top of my leg and part of my mound to get a good rub off on 
his dick. That was really a lot of fun, rubbing his penis with my mound 
especially. I spread my twat lips with my fingers to do it and then I went 
sliding up and down on his meaty pecker, making myself just about as hot in 
the clit as possible. I had my own little righteous erection to keep me 
going, and that slippery twat-button, along with his big bone-on, well, you 
know how hot I got from that. It was out of fucking sight! 

"Pretty soon I climbed onto it all together. I rubbed my pussy lips open, 
spread my twat out so wide that I could have taken an elephant cock inside 
me if there was one around, and the trunk, too, and I jammed on that big 
meaty hard on of his. I had the whole thing entirely up inside my pussy and 
I was rubbing the back of my cave on it, rubbing and pushing and swinging my 
hips around and around in circles while I was sitting on him so that I could 
get my pussy as sexually aroused as possible. And there was juice just about 
everywhere. I was leaking pretty damn good. 

"I leaned over his face and gave him one of my titties. I pushed that booby 
right on down within range of his open lips. I gave him the tip of the 
nipple, of course, because I knew that would make me hot. I gave him that 
and he knew exactly what to do with it. He went rubbing his tongue up and 
down, sliding his mouth muscle around the tip of that titty nipple. My teats 
were never so hot as they were from that mouth rubbing he gave them. 

"I was getting so hot between my legs, in my thighs and in my pelvis that I 
couldn't control myself. I felt like some sort of wild woman, like a lady 
gone out of control with desire. I was just all let loose and ready for 
anything. I felt like that man had made me into the woman I was supposed to 
be. I was sorry that I was cheating so much on my husband, but that was the 
way it had to be if I was going to stay healthy and sane. 

I jammed up and down on that meat of Gary's and kept in mind that this was 
for everyone's good, that if I didn't do it hard and didn't enjoy it, that 
my marriage probably wouldn't last much longer than another week or two. 
That's how important sex with Gary was to me and Ralph, Doctor! Really! 

"Well, just before Gary was going to cum in my cunt, I told him in a whisper 
that I had brought with me not one, but three cans of whip cream. You know 
what he said? He told me that he brought something with him, too, and that 
after we were done using the whip cream he would show me what it was. I was 
so happy, my heart nearly leapt up and out of my chest. 

"I got one of the whip cream cans out of my purse and I asked him if he 
wanted to spray it or me. He told me he would do it. He took that nozzle and 
drew a long creamy white line up along the top of my left thigh. Then he 
went across my pelvis and squirted a thick line of that sweet whip cream 
there, too. Finally, he drew another puffy line of that sweet cold stuff 
down my right leg; Only this time he went into my loin where it was hot and 
tanned and everything. Right away the stuff started to melt, even before 
Gary had finished framing my box with the whip cream. But he kept going, 
squirting that stuff closer and closer to my mound. 

"When my whole pelvis and all my thighs and my loins were coated with whip 
cream, that's when he started to do the sexiest part. He had to open up a 
new can of cream to do it, but when I felt that nozzle sliding up against my 
clitoris, and that cool, mellow whip cream working up inside my hole, well, 
I just about went out of my gourds for it Of course, it might have helped 
some that I snorted the gas left over in that first can and got really high 
from that, higher than a kite for about thirty seconds, but then I came 
down. Of course, I was still nice and juicy in my horny hole, and that was 
the nicest high of all...." 

"Next came the fun part. Gary put the can of cream aside. My mound, my legs, 
my pussy, just about everything was coated with cool sweet cream. Gary 
leaned down and pressed his face against one of my loins. Already he was 
covered with that whip cream. He started licking and sucking. Every single 
stroke of his tongue made me high. Every time he licked I got a chill and a 
thrill. It was heavenly. I could feel that tongue of his as it went rubbing 
and sliding up and down on my lips, on my vagina. Sometimes, in order to get 
the most whip cream, he would start sucking on my twat leaves. That made me 
really high, and that's how he got a stomach full of that sweet stuff. I was 
oozing pretty hard then, and I started begging him to fuck me. I wanted that 
tool in there. I wanted to feel that big stiff prong of his gouging me out. 
I wanted to feel his hands rubbing on my buns, his big thick fingers 
squeezing my cheeks and making me hot back there too. I wanted it all over 
me, Doctor. Is that sick? I don't honestly know. You know that? I had whip 
cream all over my pussy and my pelvis and my hips and I was having one of 
the sexiest screws of my life-is that sick? Is it sick that I was enjoying 
myself no end? That I was feeling the tension from a rocky marriage flying 
out of my body? Is that sick? I don't know. I was pretty damn hot, Doctor, 
and I was having a good fucking time. I don't think it was sick, but you're 
the psychologist, so you tell me. 

"But there is one more thing I should tell you. Remember when I said that 
Gary agreed to eat the whip cream out of my pie, but afterwards he wanted to 
do something of his own? Well, he'd brought a bottle of corn oil with him. 
And when he was done eating out my cunt and when I started begging him to 
fuck me with that big gorgeous tool of his, that's when he poured the oil on 
me. He rubbed it all over my body, on my titties, on my stomach and along my 
hips and across my belly and under my arms and around my back and on my 
behind. He made sure that there was oily stuff everywhere. I just could not 
get over how slick and easy it made everything. It was so nice to feel his 
body pressing and sliding against mine. It was like having some sort of nice 
ooze coming out of my pores and making us closer and sexier. It was just the 
slipperiest feel I ever did have. You know what I mean? 

"Now comes the best part. This man took his hog and slammed it into my pussy 
and in three big stabs he made me cum.' That's all it took. Just three 
little , strokes. But those three strokes ... well ... I don't have to tell 
you how big they were, how strong, and thick his meat was, how I loved the 
feel of that mushroom head going sliding down my channel that way. It drove 
me out of my mind to feel that hog going in and out of my body. I looked 
down between the two of us and there it was gliding and slipping and gouging 
me out, tacking me down. He reached around my buttocks and took a powerful 
grip of my cheeks. He slid a finger up into my anus and wormed around in 
there, and then he started sliding my cheeks up and down, back and forth, 
and finally he was pressing my buns together and opening them up around the 
stalk of his finger which was up my ass hole-at the same time, mind you, as 
he was slipping his penis in and out of my vagina lips. 

"It drove me crazy! 

"When I came to, and I do mean to say that I'd passed out, he had me on my 
belly with his hands attached to my titties. I asked him what he was doing 
but I didn't have to hear his answer to know. I could feel his penis 
slipping up and down between my buns. He wasn't in the hole yet, but he was 
damn close. He was just about to enter when I let out a scream: 'Noooooo!' I 
hollered and shouted at him, but it was all to no avail. He pounded that 
thick meat into my bunghole so hard and so fast that I thought I was going 
to die. He didn't go in and out, either. He went all the way down inside, 
all the way to my bowels and didn't stop there. He just kept going in deep 
until his pelvis was flush with my ass cheeks. 

"Then he reached around and grabbed my clitoris. He felt up my thick twat 
and my deep vaginal slit and he made me hotter still in the middle of my 
cave. He drove that prong of his up my bunghole so hard and so steady that 
it was like it would never end. Even though he was all the way in he was 
still sliding. I don't know how he did it, but Gary made my ass hole feel 
like it never had before. I came several times in a row, in my twat, a 
multiple orgasm, and I don't know why. It just happened. I chilled all over, 
quaked like a baby afraid of the dark, and felt that sperm juice of his go 
flooding and puddling in my fanny. Then he pulled out. 

"Well, Doctor, that's the story of one of my love affairs since I've been 
married. What do you make of it?" 

 CASE NUMBER TWO: Felicia S. 

"I might be one of the youngest wives you ever talked to, Doctor. I'm only 
seventeen. 

"We got married because we thought I was pregnant. I had a miscarriage in 
the third month. Now that Dick sees that he didn't have to marry me--well, 
he wonders. He wonders if it's good that we stay together. I don't know 
about him, but I don't mind being married. I like fucking, and I like 
Dickie. I mean, I wouldn't have married him if I didn't like him. Not just 
for a kid, I mean. 

"Don't get me wrong. I'm no goody-two-shoes, either. I like screwing more 
than one boy. That's important to me, anyhow. It makes me feel more alive, 
more like I'm in the world and all. You know what I mean? 

"My father doesn't understand. I went by the pottery shop the other day and 
tried to tell him about Dickie and me, about how we weren't getting along. 
He didn't want to hear about it. All I wanted was a little cheap advice. Not 
from Dad, though. Nothing. I just stood there watching him sell pots. Then I 
left. 

"On the way home, though, I met a really sexy guy. I don't know why, but I 
just felt like doing it with him. I wasn't thinking like a married woman. 
You know what I mean? I mean I had the ring on and all that kind of thing, 
but I wasn't thinking like a married person. I couldn't. I had the itch, you 
know. The itching drives me crazy. It's really not an itch, but it's strong 
that way. It's something that needs to be scratched-that's for sure! 

"I saw this guy. He was dark-haired and he had brown eyes. Like me, you 
know? Anyhow, he was tall, about five inches bigger than I am. He must have 
been six-feet or so. He was good-looking, too. I liked the way he looked. I 
thought he was really sexy. I wanted to sleep with him the minute I saw him. 
It didn't take longer than that, really. He liked me right off, too. I had 
to pull over in order to say hello and I could tell just from looking at him 
that he was going to be a lot of fun to talk to. I rolled my window down and 
asked him if I could give him a ride. Did you ever see a man turn a lady 
down when she was doing the offering the first time around? Well, this guy 
was no exception to that one. He nearly broke his leg trying to get into the 
car. But that was the only un-cool thing he did for the rest of the day. 

"I was wearing shorts. Nice cotton white shorts which showed off my legs 
really nice. He had himself a look-see and then he asked himself-I could 
tell he was doing that-he asked himself why I had picked him up. And then he 
asked me, out loud, what a pretty girl was doing going around picking up 
strangers. I showed him my ring finger. 'You see that? That's why I'm going 
around picking up strangers. Because the guy who gave me that thing didn't 
know what he was doing. Because my Mother and Father wanted me to wear this 
thing while I carried a phony baby around for a couple of months. Because I 
like your looks. That's why I picked you up. Because you look sexy as a 
new-born kitten and I like that.' I told him the truth. 

"He smiled and reached out for a stroke at my leg. I helped him by spreading 
a little. He reached in close to it, close to my beaver. I had to keep my 
eyes on the road, but I could feel his fingers softening up my lips and 
firming up my clit. He was expert. He knew how to feel me, how to touch me 
and make me go. I was ready, too. I was so fucking ready! 

"We pulled over when we were about a block from my house. I told him that 
Dickie might be home. He said he would pretend to be an old friend. I said 
that was cool and we both crossed our fingers that Dickie wasn't gonna be 
there. Sure enough, we were in luck. 

"Of course, it took us a minute or two to find out. We had to go tip-toeing 
through the house, making sure that all the rooms including the john were 
empty, but once we knew we had the place to ourselves I practically attacked 
that man. I told him that we didn't have much time and that we had better 
get started with you know what. He was in full agreement with that! 

"I took him to the bedroom and he slipped my shorts off lickety-split. Next 
thing I knew his hands were sliding up and down the back of my ass. He had a 
nice touch, a groovy feel of my buns, and then he was off spreading my loins 
and making me sit down on the bed. He took a close inspection of my pussy. 
He used a finger from each hand and folded open the two vaginal lips. They 
were both greasy and slippery so he had to do that twice. Second time around 
he got a good hold and was able to keep the lips back and open. 'Lose 
something?' I asked him. 'Or just hunting around in the woods to see if you 
want to camp out?' 

"He snickered at me and let my lips go closed. He stood up and pulled off 
his belt. 'I like some weird things,' he said. 'I just want you to know that 
from the start. You into it?' 

"'D and B?' I asked him. He only nodded. I started to try and think of 
something to say, but I gave up. I figured I would trust him. 'Go on!' I 
said. 'Go on and tie me up." 

"He took that leather belt of his and strapped my wrists together. I 
couldn't move without hurting my arms. And my hands were up above my head. 
Then he tore my blouse off of me. I wasn't expecting that at all. I was nude 
except for that rag of cotton on my shoulders. My titties were all hot and 
upright. All of a sudden I decided that I didn't exactly like what this guy 
was into. It was just a little too much for me. I tried to tell him but he 
didn't want to hear it. He said something about how I should have thought of 
that a little earlier. I told him that I was hoping that my thinking was 
clear enough for him now, but he just shook his head. He pushed me down when 
I tried to get up and make a sort of escape to the living room, but I 
couldn't get moving. He was looking around the room and he found what he 
wanted: one of Dickie's belts. I told him that it wouldn't be necessary and 
that I would go along with anything and everything he wanted if only he 
wouldn't tie me down. He just shook his head and said that Dominance and 
Bondage meant tying people up and having a good time that way, and that now 
that we had started there was nothing else we could do except really get 
some nice fucking in. And of course that meant some nice Sadism, too. I 
shook my head and tried to keep from thinking about what might come next. 

"He took off all of his clothes. I saw, even though I was a little worried 
and was trying not to look, that he was rather well-hung. He had a rugged 
appearance, even to his meaty prong which was firming up quickly. I told him 
I would give him a very good blow-job if only he would let me loose. I don't 
have to tell you that he refused. 

"Next he climbed up between my legs. He'd tied me-did I tell you that? that 
he had tied me by the feet to the foot of the bed, to the posts down there? 
Well, he did. He tied me up there and he had me spread out that way. I felt 
like a side of beef hung up in a refrigerator. He was going to chew me away, 
to slice me up and make me into whatever was necessary. I didn't want that. 
I was afraid. I just wanted to go back an hour or so and not stop to pick 
him up. I wanted to go back to talking with my Dad at the pottery store and 
leave a little later. But .there was no going back. I tried to be brave. 

"He was rubbing that meaty slab of hot cock muscle against my naked thigh. 
Without meaning to, from time to time he entered me. It didn't matter to him 
whether his cock muscle was in my cunt or pushing at my nubile loins. He was 
just rubbing, just masturbating himself on my captured body. He was getting 
himself the slick slide that would make him happy. He didn't care about me 
at all. I was worried though, that he might care about me in a negative way. 
What if there was a fire and he wanted to leave without untying me? What if 
I was left tied up there during an earthquake or something like that? I 
wouldn't have any way of getting away. Of course, I didn't worry about the 
most likely disaster that could happen to me, and naturally, I was pretty 
well-surprised when it came to pass. But I'm getting ahead of myself.... 

"He climbed along my body, rubbing his penis against my smooth belly and 
creamy titties. He sucked on my nipples and used his cock like a pointer to 
go here and there and inspect various parts of my anatomy. He had no 
scruples and he wasn't at all self-conscious about demonstrating how useful 
a muscle he had: Sometimes he would penetrate my twat, other-times he would 
sit back and laugh while he fingered my asshole from underneath. His digit 
was long and bony and I could feel it especially when he went rubbing at the 
entrance. It didn't bother me much once it was all the way up my ass hole 
but when it was just starting in it hurt. 

"After a while I think he got bored of it all. He climbed onto me in the 
standard fuck position, the only difference being primarily that I couldn't 
move, that my hands and legs were tied down and I couldn't use them at all. 
I tried to move my hips, but it was useless. I was like a worm stuck on the 
end of a fishing hook. There was going to be no wiggling free. That big hard 
fuck-rod muscle of his was already jerking up and down inside my juicy pot 
hole. I felt like a real whore instead of a young bride. It was killing me 
that I wasn't going to be getting the sex I'd been thinking about, and that 
instead, for all my trouble, I was going to be raped by a Sadist and my 
pussy filled with his cum without getting any pleasure at all from it. I 
tried screaming and crying and laughing hysterically but there was just no 
stopping this devil-man on top of me. To tell the truth I was secretly glad 
that he didn't listen to my protests. 

"But what happened next was very terrible, very humiliating. Just as this 
sadistic evil man shot off his wad up inside my pussy, just as he had filled 
my cave with hot pudding juice, and just as he pulled his big thick flesh 
injecting rod out of my vagina and released my buns from his squeezing 
clammy fingers, just at that exact moment there was the sound of a car 
pulling up in the driveway. Of course, it had to be my husband. I whispered 
at the stranger to untie me, to free my hands. He'd taken my wrists which 
were tied with his belt and draped them over the bed post at the one corner 
of the bed. Were my feet free I could have loosed myself at the head, or 
vice versa. But I needed one of the two, ankles or wrists to be loose in 
order to get up and get dressed before my husband came into the house. My 
heart sank, though, because I realized that the Sadist had no intention of 
freeing me at all. He dressed quickly and when the front door to the house 
opened he was going out the back. I was left stretched out and naked, cum 
and juice dripping from my twat. I didn't know what to do. My husband was 
about to enter the bedroom, about to discover his wife in the one position 
that she could not have put herself in. I was about to pass out when an idea 
hit me. It was the only thing possible. 

"Naked, sweating, and still hot from the Sadist's meat up my pussy, I began 
to scream: 'Rape, fuck, rape, oh, rape, shit ..You know that Dickie came 
running. He arrived in the bedroom and looked at me. I was tied up and 
blushing and hot and sweaty. He knew that something had happened. I told him 
that the rapists had gone out the back door. He went running down the 
hallway but couldn't see anybody, any trace of anyone, in that direction. He 
came back and sat down beside the bed. 

"'Oh, Dickie,' I moaned, 'it was awful ... it was so terrible ... oh, God, 
Dickie ... ' and I cried real tears for him, too. He started to let me up 
and I saw in his eye, through my own veil of tears, that he had a glint, a 
sparkle that represented the thought: 'Maybe I should leave her naked and 
tied up this way and fuck her once or twice like that myself.' But he didn't 
do that. He took the leather bonds off of me and let me up. I made up an 
elaborate story which he seemed to believe, about how I had come home and 
two men were waiting for me, about how he, Dickie, had come home just in the 
nick of time, that only one of the awful brutalizing men had punished me 
with his tempestuous rod, and that, God willing, the police would certainly 
find them because I intended to give a full description the next morning 
downtown. Dickie suggested that I call right then, but I told him that I was 
too tired, that I couldn't possibly face anyone after what I had been 
through. I shook my ass and went strutting off to the shower where I 
promptly douched, washed arid scrubbed, powdered and perfumed myself. The 
fuck with the stranger, I thought in the privacy of the bathroom, had been 
quite different than what I had been looking for and expecting. But, I had 
to admit, it wasn't all that bad, either. It gave me something to look 
forward to, in fact. Not that I would ever fuck with such a person again, 
one who tied me up and didn't let me move the way I wanted to ... but there 
were certain advantages! 

"Once before I'd met someone that I liked a lot and balled. His name was Ed. 
He was an older man, and it was Ed who initiated our sexual relations. I met 
him through Dickie. He said he was a friend of the family, that kind of 
thing, and that Dickie would want things to 'happen' between us. Dickie was 
away for a while-that was the occasion for Ed talking to me that way. 

"I don't know, but it was kind of strange. Ed was older, older even than my 
father, and there I was, seventeen and never even made love except with two 
or three men, and here was this older guy trying to get into my panties. It 
was kind of odd. I wondered if it could have been dangerous or something. I 
decided to go ahead with it because I just wanted to see what would happen. 
I was really surprised when that old man showed me a hard-on the size of a 
sting ray, and the way he whipped it out at me! Well, I never saw any man so 
fast on the draw. He had that big thick hard-on pointing at my pussy before 
I could say lickety-split. He was pushing me back, onto the bed, luckily, 
and holding me down. I had never been kissed by a man with so many chins 
before, except maybe my grandfather, and it was funny to feel how loose his 
flesh was. But it didn't stop me from getting all excited. No sir! There was 
plenty of hot juice gushing out of my pie and making me hotter than a 
candied-apple! I had to get all that meaty bone of his into my body, into my 
twat in order to satisfy me completely. I did it, too, and I gave him a good 
hot fuck. That was all he wanted, and he only wanted it one time. That was a 
little disappointing because I had gone to all that guilt trouble and all 
about making a big decision to fuck that old man and then he only wanted to 
do it once. Not that he couldn't have done it more because he was old. It 
wasn't that at all. He just wanted to shoot off in my gash one time only. I 
didn't know what to make of that. 

"Well, Doctor? That's about it for my extracurricular love life. I'm not 
much of a wife, but I don't cheat all that much either. What do you think?" 

 CASE NUMBER THREE: Andrea H. 

"I can tell you right now that I don't like having to tell you this personal 
stuff. It drives me up a wall. I mean Jesus Christ, who are you? You're some 
shrink who they say, 'Oh, she's been a naughty wife, she better talk to the 
shrink.' You know and I know God damn well that's the only reason I'm here. 
And it wasn't even my fault. You know that? It wasn't even my God damn 
fucking fault. I'll tell you something though: if I could do it all over 
again I sure wouldn't do it with him! 

"Not that it wasn't worth it from the physical standpoint. That part of it 
was really nice. Don't get me wrong. But it was just all the trouble that 
came up afterwards. No sir. From the physical point of view it was very nice 
indeed. No man ever used a rod on me like that before. And I mean a rod, 
too! That thing must have been the size of a broom-handle or something. I 
never saw an electric tool like that before. I seen the ones that operate 
off batteries and all, but I never saw one that you had to plug into the 
wall that way. 

"You wanna know the best part? The best part was when he plugged that thing 
into the wall and he rubbed it on my butt. I liked that the best. Now 
everybody, they think that the best way is in the cunt. Well, Doc, let me 
tell you, sometimes it is ... and sometimes it isn't. Take me and my 
father-in-law like I was telling you. For us it was better up the ass hole. 
It was better for him, and it was better for me. Too damn bad we got caught. 
I mean I wouldn't do it again, but it's too damn bad we got caught. 

"My husband, he didn't give a damn. It was his mother. That's all. She 
couldn't stand the idea. She must have been up late at night thinking about 
it and not being able to get to sleep. I used to stay up thinking about it, 
but not how nasty it was. Well, yeah, how nasty it was, but how GOOD and 
nasty it was, not how bad and nasty it was. If I thought it was bad, well 
then it weren't bad the way she meant it-it was B-A-D BAD, that kind of bad, 
you know what I mean? I wouldn't have sent her to jail for fucking my old 
man. What was she thinking about getting me arrested for fucking my 
father-in-law? For fucking her husband? She think that's gonna win him back 
or something? She's fucking crazy. I bet the day I get my bail money 
straightened out, I bet on that day he comes lookin' around for me, sniffing 
around and trying to get his thing in there again. I'll do it, too. I 
shouldn't tell you that, Doc, but I will do it for him. I'll spread my legs 
so fast for that old man that you won't be able to blink before you see that 
big fleshy pole of his go sliding in my juicy lips. I don't give a damn 
about my husband. It's his Pappy I care about. Yes sir-his pappy. 

"Did I tell you about how we used to fuck? Did I tell you what he used to 
say to me? He used to say that I had cute little bunny rabbit ears and a 
twat like the neck of a milk bottle. I don't know why that was so good, but 
he liked that. He meant that it was tight, really. He liked my tunnel 
because it was nice and tight. So we got arrested for that? For me having a 
tight twat? I don't fucking believe it.... 

"One time the old man got his joint so far up in there that I thought I was 
going to start laughing and bleed to death. It felt like I was being 
re-made. You know what I mean? I thought he was turning my pussy into a 
whole new thing, making me over. I fucked a lot of men. I wouldn't have 
gotten married to George if I hadn't fucked a lot of men. And I never did 
think I would find a man could lay me that way, the way George's father did. 
I never did think that there was anyone better than George. I should have 
known, eh? I should have known that if there was going to be one man who 
could screw my ass off better than George it would have to be his father, 
eh? It's so obvious now I feel like a big dumb bear. You know what I mean? I 
should have thought of that. I should have figured that if anyone could fuck 
me nicer than George it would just have to be his father. 

"Did I tell you about the first time? I was so sexy that day I couldn't 
believe it. I had my hair down, long like this. In the sun it was shining 
silky blonde like I was a puddle of daisy water or something. My hair was 
really pretty that day, and my chest was feeling awfully warm. I was having 
that feeling, you know, that feeling a woman gets sometimes. I was wondering 
where George was and when I would get to satisfying that feeling. It seemed 
to me that if a husband was good for something, it was for being around to 
take care of just that one thing more than anything else. And I kept looking 
for him but he didn't show up. He was due at four and he wasn't there yet. 

"But his Pappy came by, around four-thirty. I had already changed into my 
sexiest outfit, just to make sure that George would get the idea from the 
start. It was a short skirt and a blouse to which there was only three 
buttons. I had on a nice clean bra and fresh panties, and I was not a little 
bit heated up in my groin, if you know what I mean, Doctor. I was just about 
boiling up, as a matter-of-fact-just about ready to lay down and do it all 
myself. And George's Pappy, that when he walked in. 

"Well, at first I hummed and hawed about when I was expecting his boy to be 
home. I pretended that I had many things to tend to, like sweeping the 
living room floor which I had swept about ten dozen times already. And while 
I was doing that George's Pappy commented on how nice and smooth my legs 
were looking that day, and he told me about how appealing it was that his 
son had married a healthy girl like me. Of course, he was sure to add, he 
knew all along that George would pick hisself a handsome woman and he 
weren't the least bit surprised that it turned out to be me, me Andrea. I 
kind of smiled at him for saying something so friendly, but I didn't let on 
too much except for a blush which I couldn't do much of anything about. I 
jes kept sweeping the floor like it was my maiden duty or something. It was 
getting dark outside and I knew it was late. 

"Well, Mr. Harkness, he sits down on the couch and tells me that I ought to 
put my broom away because George wasn't about to be coming home just then. I 
asked him what he knew and what the problem was, and he told me. He said he 
was ashamed to say but his son was out gallavantin' with the likes of Susie 
Dee, and that it didn't make sense to him how a good wholesome boy could 
give up and go out and cheat on a pretty wife like me Andrea, but he sure 
did know that he was quite ashamed to have witnessed such a thing as that. 
And I told him that I didn't really care all that much what that boy of his 
went off and done with Susie Dee because I knew for a fact that I was a 
prettier girl than Susie could ever be, and Susie knew it too, and she was 
just kidding herself or getting a quick piece if she was really doing some 
service by George. But it did shake me up some that it was Mr. Harkness 
tellin' me all of this. I asked him why. 

"He says that the reason he told me is that it wasn't any good for him to 
keep a secret like that from his very own little daughter-in-law and that I 
should sit down next to him and let out my true and real emotions. He said 
that I might be a young one but that he could see I was upset about this 
thing, this beginning affair that might be happening between my George and 
Susie Dee. I told him he was right about that, but I knew right then, even 
though I didn't let on, that the real reason that Mr. Harkness was telling 
me what he was telling me was that he wanted a taste of his son's meat, me 
Andrea. And there wasn't any more to his story about George than that. Like 
I said, though, I didn't let on. In fact, I played it up really good. 

"See, once I seen my opportunity I decided to have some fun with it. I sat 
down next to Mr. Harkness and told him that this thing, this gossip about 
George and Susie was getting me so upset that I felt like crying. He took my 
head in his hands and put me up against his shoulder and patted me on the 
back like I was a little baby or something. I pretended that I was really 
doing some sobbing and all, but I was also keeping track of his other hand 
which was accidentally on purpose going for a little feel on my chest. I 
think that Mr. Harkness never did miss any trick he ever saw a chance to do, 
and he was especially cagey on that day. 

"Well, I let him go. I let him comfort me as any way he saw fit. I wanted 
him to go on about his business without his knowing that I knew, if you know 
what I mean. I wanted him to keep on courting' me without his being aware 
that I knew I was being courted. I liked that, me Andrea, knowing something 
I was supposed not to. I wondered if George was anywhere near young Susie 
Dee and suspected he weren't, that his Pappy had arranged for him to go see 
the old woman or somethin' like that. 

"Well, when old man Harkness took to rubbing my chest and being just a 
little more obviously out of line, and when he had one hand down there 
rubbing on my smooth and slick thigh-like I said before I was pretty hot so 
you can tell that this took a lot of will power on my part-I stood up and 
said to him with a big smile-he'd been thinking that I was all sad and glum 
and out of control-I said to him: 'Why you old lecher, you! You planned this 
whole thing in order to get your sex up next to mine! Yer nothin' but a 
molester and a masher and a conniver and you got only one thing in that 
feeble brain of your'n and you think that you can put it to use on my body, 
with your son's wife's body! Ain't you something!!' I tried not to smile 
because I knew even right then that I was still goin' to go with him no 
matter what he said. I jes had to have some kind of meat in my body, even if 
it was his'n. (Just then I didn't know that he was such a good lay, see?) 

"Anyhow, he blushed and made all sorts of stammerin' excuses. That Mr. 
Harkness was just too much! He carried on like a preacher who'd been caught 
pilfering the church charity box or somethin'. I mean it was jes too funny 
to believe. I guess he comes from a different generation of folks. Any other 
man would have shined it on and said that he was a might sorry for the 
inconvenience and he'd have left. But not old man Mr. Harkness. He carried 
on something fierce. But no matter what he said about his not having any 
ulterior motive, about his feeling especially grieved that I could possibly 
accuse him of having designs, and no matter how sincere and earnest he was 
trying to be with me about this and about that, I jes kept my eyes glued to 
that old man's crotch where there was one of the biggest bulges I ever did 
see. Finally I had to say to him: 'Lordee be, Mr. Harkness, even if you 
didn't have no feelings about me like I thought, the leas' you could do 
would be to help a young girl out!' 

"Well, that old man smiled and turned the color of a red spring rose. Those 
blue eyes of his took on a sunshine sparkle as clear as the wild morning 
sky, and he got up from the couch-that tumescence in his trousers was still 
there, still sticking out like a cotton scythe-and he opened up those old 
and feeble arms and told me that I was as feisty a bitch as the good Lord 
over cursed a man to know. 

"Now he thought that everything was goin' to be lovey-dovey from then on, 
that I was going to fall into his arms and make him so happy and so sexy 
that it would just be love at first sight even though we'd met some time 
before. He thought I was going to just give him everything that he ever did 
want just because I'd been so-how do they say it?-so upfront with him? Yeah, 
he thought that now he was home free. But I knew he was old and I knew that 
if there was anything that would spoil an old man like Mr. Harkness it would 
be an easy fling in a young girl's cunt. I wasn't about to ruin this oldster 
for the next girl! I made him work for it just a bit more. This was going to 
be one punch that the old geiser had to earn! 

"I told him all sorts of silly things, about how I had been in love with him 
ever since I met his boy George, and how at the wedding I had been thinking 
to myself that I was gettin' married to the wrong man (right then, when I 
told him that, I thought I was pourin' it on a little thick; I'd never even 
given the old geiser two thoughts on a rainy day) and that I was worried and 
had been for ever so long that he would never come around. I told him that 
when I smelled wisteria it drove me into a frenzy on account of the first 
time I ever did meet him he was standing next to the wisteria bush near to 
his house, and that one little old tree-shrub had become for me some sort of 
a permanent heart-breaking aroma, as it was the one thing that would never, 
ever let me forget that George's Pappy was the man I truly loved. 

"Well, you just should have seen the look on that old man's face. I tell you 
there are things that jes cannot be put into words, and one of them things 
is a rake trying to seduce his daughter-in-law when he don't know that she's 
ready to go to bed with him but she won't because she loves him-if you get 
my meaning, Doctor. Anyhow, I kind of paced and wandered back and forth in 
front of the old geyser and I let loose one of those three blouse buttons of 
mine which meant that one or the other of my two titties was in plain sight 
whenever I chose to make it so for George's pappy. And there weren't nothin' 
the old man could do about that! 'Cept of course take a gander! 

"And that ain't all he took. It got to be all too much for him and he 
couldn't no longer hold onto his self. I think he had a little chit-chat in 
his brain and he said one-half to the other, 'If she's fer real, I better 
get to screwin' her, and if she ain't fer real, she's awful damn screwy and 
it hain't gonna make not one bit of difference.' An' then he jes let out 
some sort of howl the likes of which no mama hyena would be pleased to see 
on her baby, and he came across that floor like he was steppin' on hot 
coals. That's when he took me in his arms. 

"Now, Doctor, I been tellin' you that this old man is pretty durn old. But 
he's not when you get to it Maybe he's fifty and maybe he's not. But one 
thing's fer sure, he's been to France and they done taught him everything 
there was to know about kissin' and such. He gave me one of the most 
wallopin' wet tongue kisses I ever did have, and from then on I knew we was 
not foolin' around! He took main his arms, like some sort of swan dive 
embrace, and he flung me down onto the floor, too. He pressed his meaty hog 
head boner up against my leg and I couldn't no longer stop myself from 
enjoyin' everything that old man had to give me. 

"Now one thing I did for him right off was take that meat of his for a 
wild-rubbing that he really did get a pleasure from. I had his pants off in 
no time at all, when he let me out from under him because I told him I 
wanted to see what was going to be gettin' me, and I got that thing going 
like the way an Indian Squaw rolls clay for pottery. I worked it back and 
forth until that big boner of his'n was at full speed ahead, ready for some 
serious love play. Then, naturally, I gave it a lick or two. 

"To tell you the truth, Doctor, I did a bit more than that. I went down 
really hard on that big thing. Like I said earlier I was a might horny for 
it and if he hadn't happened along I'd have ended up putting that nasty old 
broom handle to work in a way it wasn't meant to be. I rubbed his cock with 
my tongue and sucked up that head like there was going to be no tomorrow. I 
licked the shaft and rolled up and down the underside of that thick stem 
just about what seemed like forever. And when I couldn't get the underside 
any more wet and juicy I took to sliding around on the top portion, just to 
be sure. 

"A while later, when his meaty stick was a bouncin' and a throbbin' and a 
goin' wild with delight ... well, that's when we both discovered our mutual 
interest in the rump side of my body, me Andrea. I showed him that thing and 
he took a look-see and decided right then that the only place he wanted to 
go sticking his meat was up that hole. He rubbed it open a couple three 
times with his fingers, and before I could say 'Pappy I love you,' he was 
applying his love-stick. 

"Now when I say that Pappy was applyin' his lovestick, I don't mean he was 
rolling a cue tip around on a sore lip. He was shovin' that thick as a 
telephone pole rod of his down my bunghole, and he was shovin' it with all 
his might. I had to contract and expand about five times fast in a row in 
order to permit that huge grinder to get down inside. But once it was there, 
it was ALL THERE! Oh, God, does my husband's Pappy have a big meat or what? 
I tell you that thing was about the best hunk of hog pecker hog I've had in 
all my born days. 

"Nor was he afraid to use his hands. Once he got that joint into my hole he 
took to rubbing and sliding his fingers up and down in my crotch hole. He 
worked my clit, rubbed it with his fingers, picked it off and took it for a 
little ride all its own. Of course, all the time that he was working out in 
my pussy with his bony fingers, sliding and playing in my oil gash, he was 
at the same time working that mushroom headed cock spear in and around in my 
arse. I liked that just a bit, if you know what I mean, Doctor. 

"And he had another hand going to town on my body, too. You know where? 
That's right! Up on my big titties. He was sliding and rolling and squeezing 
the mammaries like I was a barnyard cow or some such thing. He was working 
out on my teats' nipples like they was milk-givin' and he was a baby! I 
wouldn't have believed that a grown man like George's Pappy would still have 
such a drive in him. It was right nice. 

"When he was all done rubbin' me up there, he used both his hands on my 
twat-slot. He used one finger to be pulling one lip open and one finger to 
be pullin' the other open. Now that left eight other fingers to be working 
on the inside of my front hole. (His pecker, naturally enough, was still 
jamming up my anus, and that wasn't all bad, yos know.) Well, he took to 
fingering and sliding in my pussy and making me hotter and juicier than 
pomegranate what's been left in the sun. 'HOW SWEET IT IS!!! Yes sir! 

"It wasn't long after that when I started to cumin. I don't know what the 
old man was doing. I was rolling my hips and gyrating my body and enjoyin' 
every one of those eight or ten inches of hot hog meat he was working out in 
my ass hole. It was as if I was one of the privileged few to taste such a 
muscle as his'n. I enjoyed it immensely. 

"When he was done, and when I was done the old man looked at his watch and 
sez: 'I best be goin' now, Andrea, but I'll be back. You can be sure of 
that. I'll be back jest as soon as it's possible. Maybe even before! It 
wasn't five minutes after that old man's rear end cleared the front porch 
when up comes George, all grunts and groans about what a wild-goose chase 
his Pappy sent him on. I didn't have the heart to tell him what kind of a 
goose chase his Pappy gave to me.... 

"It wasn't but a day after that when Mr. Harkness came by again. And this 
time he had that new fangled tool with him. It looked like a curling iron, 
but it twisted. Round and round it went. His boy George was off to work so 
Pappy Harkness and me Andrea, we had the place to ourselves. I was so 
fascinated by that twirling dildo that I nearly forgot about everything 
else. The place was empty, save for Mr. Harkness and me, and he had that 
hypnotic like thing of his, that machine. I told him I wanted him to grease 
it up and stuff it into my anus. I knew that would make at least one of us 
really happy. 

"Pappy H., he says that he ain't so sure that it's good for a young woman 
like myself to have such a big twisting thing up inside her ass hole but I 
told him that it was either that or I would go plumb out of my mind. I just 
had to have a little rump rub to get me started. So he said alright and I 
got down on my hands and knees. I spread my ass cheeks and showed him one of 
the finest little ass holes he ever did see. He rubbed it with, his fingers 
first, and then he used the machine. Of course. he had to grease it all up 
first, so as to make it slippery and everything, and once he'd done that I 
was ready for him. Oh, boy, was I ready. Because I had taken my fingers and 
put them between my buttocks and gone for a little rubbing there myself. I 
sort of leaned back and drew my fingers up and down on my anal canyon crack 
there and rubbed that juice up and down and in and out and I even put a 
finger or two into my hole. It was fun getting all gooey and all, getting 
all ready for that big electric stick fuck that I was going to be having. 
Mr. Harkness, I think he liked to watch me doing that, too. 

"Well, after a little bit I got down on my hands and knees again,' with my 
ass all greasy, shining in the afternoon light, and I was ready for some of 
that sliding and that rubbing. I wanted that twisting machine to go rubbing 
up into my anus and making me just as hot as could be. And old man Harkness, 
he was ready to do just that. He might have been my husband's father, but he 
was about as horny a man as any other I ever did meet. 

"He took that thing and started to shoving it up my ass hole. Well, it 
wasn't on yet, but it was a lot bigger than I thought it was. I looked over 
my shoulder and saw that it was about half-way into me. And it was plugged 
into the wall and ready to rub, if you know what I mean. Well, I told the 
old man that I was ready for him to start up the rolling and the shooting 
and all, and he sort of got a big bright-eyed smile onto his face and he 
clicked the switch, set that thing in motion. 

"I let out a scream of dee-light, at first, as I felt that egg-beater taking 
over in my ass hole. It was really something. I had a big shooting pain up 
in my buns and I didn't know what to do after that. I was going crazy with 
that stick rubbing and sliding in there. It was driving me up a tree like a 
cat chased by hounds. I thought for sure I would just get up and die. I 
tried to explain to the old man that it was too much for me and that maybe I 
had gobbled up a little more than I could chew. But he didn't listen. He 
grabbed me around the waist and shoved me down flat on my face, on my 
boobies and he didn't say nothin' at all. Nearly killed me that way. I was 
bananas for it, but I was crazy with the pain at the same time. I had to get 
some relief from that pressure there. And the more I tried to get away, the 
harder he pressed the stick into me. I felt like he had a big whirlybird 
helicopter in there, one that was flying up and down my tube and taking me 
apart inside out. It drove me berzerk. 

"After that I decided that I best not trust that old man anymore. But then 
it was too late. Someone must have heard my crying out and all because the 
next thing I knew we was being arrested and brought here. They got some 
fucked up guys in this state, Doctor, and I don't see why grown up adults 
must be so shy and retiring about it as to abide by them. Me and my 
father-in-law were gonna have some nice fucking to do, but now that's all 
ruined. And do you think my husband gives a damn? Really? Why if he could 
get that cock shaft of his up into the pussy of a chicken he'd be doing that 
... don't you know it? I mean it's true. He's like that. He'd fuck any old 
thing just so long as it had a pussy or something like a pussy; know what I 
mean? I think that's why he went after me, me Andrea .. 

 CASE NUMBER FOUR: Ellen F. 

'The thing is, Doctor, that I'm married and I have a kid. You know what I 
mean? That makes for problems. If I wasn't married and if I didn't have that 
kid, well then, things might be different. It's one thing for a woman to 
sleep with a lot of fellows, but it's different when she's married and she 
has to tend to a child. Do you know what I'm talking about? 

'Take the other afternoon, for instance. I was sitting on the living room 
sofa filing my nails and half and half watching the soaps. Jackie was in bed 
sound asleep. There was a knocking at the front door. I was wearing just a 
housecoat. I don't usually put on anything else until just before dinner 
time, just before Jim gets home. So it was only natural that I gave that 
thing a good tug at my waist to make sure it was tied tight. Then I answered 
the door. 

"Well, it was just my luck that standing at that door was as handsome a 
salesman as they make. He was carrying a satchel in one hand and he was 
lifting his hat in the other. I blushed just to look at him. He had dark 
curly hair, pretty brown eyes and heavy eyebrows. He stood about five-ten or 
five-eleven, and I could tell just from looking at him that he was about one 
of the nicest fellows you would ever hope to meet. I wanted to make his 
acquaintance-that much was for sure. 

"Right away he saw that I was wearing this silky housecoat. He could see my 
legs from the middle of the thigh down, and he did a little blush when I 
caught him looking. He said right after that that he was the salesman in our 
neighborhood who was tending to encyclopedias. I asked him if he would like 
to come in. He smiled and said that he would. 

"Now I think we both knew from the beginning that I wasn't the one to be 
buying books that day. But we both knew right away that I was a little horny 
and willing to let him try and make my emotions turn a little fancy. He was 
sassy looking in that regard. 

"I took my seat back in the corner of the sofa and he sat down at the other 
end. He started to undo all of his materials there on the coffee table but I 
told him not to bother with that, he could just tell me what it was all 
about. He smiled and I caught him looking again at my legs. 

"Even though I've had that baby I still have a good body, Doctor. I didn't 
go and get all fat and everything just to have a child. You know what I 
mean? I didn't go and destroy myself just because I was married. And my 
husband, he appreciates that. And so did this salesman. 

"Well, anyhow, I told him that I was happily married. I just blurted that 
out in the middle of one of his speeches about encyclopedias. I interrupted 
him saying that I was happily married, that I had a child, but that I would 
be willing to do one fuck with him, right then and there, just to find out 
what I was missing out on by not being single anymore. He stared at me like 
I was the Pope or something. He just kept looking at me. I think he was 
shocked and went into a trance. 

"I got up and slid over close to him. I let my hand slide between his legs. 
He had on so-so slacks and it was pretty obvious where his thing was and how 
it was developing. I repeated what I had said to him, that I wanted to try 
put making love to him. He told me that he had been a salesman for two 
years, on and off, and that he had always dreamed that something like this 
would happen, but that now that it was finally taking place he couldn't 
believe it. He let me keep feeling him up though, rubbing my hands up and 
down between his legs. It didn't take me long to get his boner up there, 
either. That's when I went to work on his pants. 

"He didn't talk much. I just loosened his belt and rubbed my hand down into 
his underwear. I found the meaty dick. It was stiff, alright, and the tip 
was hot and sweaty. I grabbed hold of it and started working it with my 
fingers. I wasn't afraid of anything. I just wanted to keep feeling up that 
big stiff boner of his. I wanted to use my two hands on it so I got him up 
high enough off his ass that I could pull his trousers down around his 
knees. It was kind of funny to look at him, so handsome and all, sitting 
there with his suit down around his ankles while he was still wearing his 
coat and tie and all. I told him that and we both got up then and undressed 
completely. 

"We went the bedroom, next. We were naked and awfully hot. When we got close 
to the bed, but while we were still standing up, I let him take me in his 
arms. He told me he always liked blonde women and he kissed me on the lips. 
He gave himself a minute inside my mouth with his tongue wandering around in 
there, doing the old French number, and then he pulled away. I told him that 
just because I was a married woman, a wife, that didn't mean he had to treat 
me any different than another woman. I wanted him to make love to me the way 
he would make love to a single girl that he had just met. He said he would 
and pressed me down onto the bed. 

"He climbed up between my shapely thighs. He used his fingers to spread my 
pussy lips, two fingers on either labia lip, and he pushed his meaty boner 
into my steamy twat trap. I enjoyed the feel of that thick prick of his 
going all the way down my pussy cavity. I liked that a lot. It made me feel 
so damn good! 

"The inside of my cave was as wet and oily as could be. I pushed upwards on 
that thick meat of his. It was like climbing a tree trunk. I worked my hole 
up and down on that fine wide shaft, and before long I had most of his hog 
into me up to the hilt. It was a first class feel to have something so large 
and steady rubbing inside my pussy. He knew how to make me hot, how to make 
me lusty and hornier than when I began. I was already wondering if just one 
fuck with him was going to be enough. 

"I reached around his fanny. I took one cheek for each of my two palms and 
squeezed. It was heaven to have his ass flesh between my fingers. I really 
did enjoy that. I got myself a first class feel of a first class rump. It 
was nice and easy. I took my time, too. I rubbed a finger down close to his 
sphincter, played a little there, and then came up along the inside walls of 
that ass crack of his. Everything was nice and easy. I liked that, liked 
being able to take my time and enjoy rubbing with his buns. 

"Of course he was pretty good about the way he treated me, too. I don't mean 
just the way he stuffed me in my pussy, Doctor. I mean the way he moved his 
hips and the way he had some sort of rhythm that he used for fucking me. He 
was sliding and waving up and down and giving me the kind of balling that 
made me very happy. He used my titties well, too. That was very nice, the 
way he used my titties. He rubbed them with his hands or he pushed his face 
up against the sides of them. He used his mouth, too, and rubbed on the tips 
of the nipples, sucked on them and pulled them back and forth. It made me 
hotter and hotter. I had his cock in my twat and his hands around my balls. 
It couldn't have been better. 

"What was amazing, was that we had only just met. Sometimes you fuck with 
someone you've known for years and they turn out to be a super ball. You 
know what I mean? I knew my husband for quite a while, in high school and 
all, and we did a lot of balling there, and then after high school for a 
while, so we knew each other pretty damn good. You know what I'm talking 
about? And sometimes we could rip off a good piece of ass, a piece of tail 
like you never did see before. But that was from time to time and you would 
expect that from two people who knew each other so good and all. 

"But this time with the salesman, well, I never met him before. You know? I 
had never seen him in my life until that day and I would have expected that 
we would have had a harder time getting it on than that. You know what I 
mean? I'd have expected that it would take a lot of work or something. But 
it didn't. That meat of his ground right down into me, and he tacked me 
down good to the bed. He knew how to fuck, how to screw me into ecstasy. I 
liked the feel of that slippery meat getting thick and sliding in and out of 
my twat lips. When he got the hottest, just before he was about to shoot 
off, he slipped his: tongue between my lips and down into my throat, all the 
way to my uvula, back in there with my tonsils. And just when I thought I 
was going to go wild he pulled it out and let me have it down below in my 
tight little tunnel, shooting out sperm juice, making me the hottest bitch 
in town. I have to tell you, Doctor, that even though I only fucked that 
salesman one time only, and that even though I am married and I have a 
baby-I really did love him. I fell in love with him during that one fuck 
session and I'll never forget him for that. It was wonderful. I really do 
mean it. Wonderful! 

"Well, though, there were some complications that I should mention just to 
clear up everything to do with him. Just after he pulled that flesh needle 
out of my body I heard my kid crying. I got up and put my finger to my lips 
to hush the salesman, just in case he was thinking of saying something. I 
went down the hallway and found my baby talking to himself a little bit. 
He'd calmed down somewhat since when we'd first heard him. But I was 
surprised and horrified to see my husband standing at the baby's bedroom 
door when I turned around. You can imagine what I was thinking, what 
terrible anxious thoughts I was having about how I was going to be a 
divorced teenage wife now, about how I was going to be beaten by my husband 
because I had been fooling around with the salesman, and about all sorts of 
things like that. But I pretended, just for a moment, that I was alone in 
the nude in the house and that I was happy to see my husband home. He told 
me about work as he led the way out to the living room. I was wondering to 
myself if the man in the bedroom was listening to us or what. I didn't know 
what was going on. 

"Finally, my husband said he was going to change clothes. I tried to stop 
him from going back to the bedroom where I had just finished fucking but it 
was no good. He was already on his way. I got ready to be in for a lot of 
trouble. I didn't think I was going to live through this. Well, I don't have 
to tell you the rest. It turned out that while I was chatting and worrying 
with my husband the salesman was leaving through the window. He was gone. 
And he never came back. He just disappeared as quickly as he showed up. 

"Of course the next day I looked for him out the window. I thought maybe he 
might be back in the neighborhood and out selling books again or something. 
But he wasn't there ... So, anyhow, Doctor, that's the kind of complications 
that can set in if your married with a baby and you decide to use your pussy 
for a little extra pleasure. I have had more than one affair since I was 
married and I think you'd be interested to hear about them, too. 

'There was the time that I went with a black man, for instance. More than 
anything, I was curious. I wanted to find out if a black man made love 
differently than a white man, if his cock was larger, if he moved 
differently-those kinds of things. It took me a while to figure out that I 
was just trying to see if I was prejudiced and I'm happy to tell you that I 
don't think I am. We had a lot of fun, that guy and I, and he was as black 
as coal. He had a big stiff muscle, and he was always happy to be fucking 
with me. I felt the same way about him, too. We did a lot of balling. Of 
course, it was hard for me to keep this a secret from my husband. I was 
always having to tell him that I was going one place and then going to 
another, and I was always worried, too. Worried that I might be found out. 
Worried that I might get pregnant and have another baby only a black one. Or 
I was worried that my husband might have been out fooling around at the same 
time as I was ... Maybe I was prejudiced. I sure hope not. I like to think 
that I can get along with anybody. 

"The sexiest man I ever fooled around with was really a boy. He was about 
fourteen or so. He was selling newspaper subscriptions in the neighborhood. 
I had him come in the house and sit down. It was about three in the 
afternoon. He was wearing jeans and a little T-shirt or something. Whatever 
it was it was a little too small for him. I noticed that because even though 
he was just a youngster he was also very well built. I looked him over 
especially carefully before I invited him in. I don't know if you knew it or 
not, Doctor, but I've always wanted to ball a little boy, to take a child 
and show him how to give me a lot of pleasure. And that's why I was so happy 
to get it on with this kid. 

"I had him sit down on the couch. At the time I was maybe nineteen or so. I 
was wearing a pair of shorts that afternoon and I was feeling especially hot 
because of the heat. I mean I was horny because it was one of those humid 
hot days. I just felt lusty all over and I think it showed. I think it was 
even obvious to that young teenage boy. He kept looking at me and wondering 
to himself-you could just see it on his face-what he was doing sitting 
there. I mean he knew why he was there, to sell the newspaper subscription 
to me-but he also knew that that wasn't why he was there. He could see a 
stack of newspapers over in the corner so he knew that I already subscribed. 

"I told him right away that my husband was out of the house for a couple 
more hours, at work, and that the baby was asleep. That way he knew that we 
were alone and that we would have to talk quietly. I don't know why but I 
always think that it's better when people talk softly. It's more romantic. I 
could feel my goose bumps starting up between my loins when the little man 
started telling me that he lived not far away from this neighborhood and 
that's how he happened to be there that day. I smiled and sat a little 
closer to him on the sofa. He blushed a bit, but I knew that he was going to 
And me more enjoyable, eventually, than embarrassing. I took his hand in my 
own and asked him if he would do me a favor. He didn't quite know what to 
say. I told him with a smile that I would subscribe for a month to his 
newspaper if he. would help me out with a little chore. You know what he 
said? That I didn't have to subscribe to his paper at all, that he would 
help me with the chore anyhow. I couldn't believe what a friendly little 
gentleman I had had the good fortune to meet. 

"Well, I told him that he was very nice to say so, but that he had better 
come with me to the bedroom and see what the chore was before he decided to 
help me with it. He smiled and followed me-I had hold of his hand, too-to 
the bedroom. 

"When we got back there I unbuttoned the top of my blouse. I told him that I 
had something, maybe a pimple, maybe a mole, on my back, and I couldn't see 
it in the mirror. I wanted him to take a look at it and see if it was 
infected or anything. I took off my blouse. You should have seen that boy's 
face when he saw my big breasts. Of course, I happened to be wearing a bra 
so he was in for an even better surprise even though he didn't know it yet. 
I turned around-in just my shorts and my bra now-and I showed him my back. I 
asked him if he could see anything there. He said that he could see plenty 
of smooth skin and that my back was awfully pretty and that there weren't 
any pimples or any scars or anything. I told him that perhaps it was under 
the strap of the bra and that he could help me by undoing that buckle there. 

"Well, he fumbled with it a little and then I got it undone for him. I told 
him to look closely to see if there was any pimple on my back where the bra 
strap had been. He said there wasn't. Then I turned around all at once and 
said, 'Thank you very much for looking for me. I was quite worried that I 
had something wrong with me.' He was looking right at my cleavage and my two 
big titties. He couldn't decide which breast to look at. He ended up staring 
at me between those two big mammaries. 'Well,' I said, 'it seems sort of 
silly for me to get all dressed again on such a hot day. Aren't you warm 
too?' I took his hand in my own and pressed it up close to my titty. He 
liked that and I could see from the growing bulge in his trousers that I was 
going to have me some fun with this boy. He was already getting a nice fresh 
banana-sized hard-on, and what housewife couldn't be made happy by that? 

"I took his other hand and pressed it up close around my other creamy 
breast. He liked the feel of my nipples in his palms. I kissed him on the 
forehead. You have to remember that he was a little boy, really, and his 
head only came up to just above my chest. He was even with my nipples, in 
fact, and that put him at just the right angle for sucking them off, 
something which I very much wanted that little boy to do. I asked him if he 
would mind doing that and he said no. He put his two hands to one of my 
breasts and squeezed the titty tip into his pursed lips. Then he sucked and 
rolled his tongue across the cherry bud. He liked doing that, I could 
tell.... 

"After a few minutes of this oral chest rubbing, I told the boy that I 
wanted something more from him. He switched titties and continued sucking. 
We were still standing up. I let my hand slide down between his legs to the 
crotch of his trousers. I rubbed up and down on his boner. I used my palm 
and my fingers to give a good slide to that crotch bulge. Pretty soon, even 
though he was trying to suck on my breast, he started huffing and puffing 
and rubbing his face against my mammaries. I took his head with my free hand 
and pressed his baby soft cheek between my two titties. 

"After a moment or two of that, while I was still squeezing his cock through 
his trousers with my hand, I felt his hand, his fingers, going sliding down 
between my thighs. I have pretty legs, Doctor, and the boy knew that I liked 
to be touched between the loins. Don't ask me how, but he knew. He liked to 
touch me there, too. I think he was a virgin until he fucked me, but he did 
know how to rub a woman properly. I enjoyed the feel of his hand sliding up 
and down between my legs, rubbing and squeezing on my thighs and playing 
dangerously close to my mound. It was quite a thrill to feel such a young 
boy getting hot in my arms. His breath was getting moist and coming faster 
on my titties where he was still licking and sucking with his tongue. And 
his face was all red and blushing, and I think he was sweating a little. We 
were still standing right next to the bed. 

"I fell backwards. He came with me. He had all his clothes on, and I had 
just my shorts and panties. I told him to take my pants off and he did that. 
He saw me laying there with just my silky panties on. He couldn't believe 
his eyes. He got to stroking me with his two hands. He went up and down on 
my mound, sliding his fingers, rubbing his palms, making my pussy get wetter 
and damper all the time. It was really something to feel those young bony 
fingers rubbing at my mound through my panties. I wanted more of it but raw. 

"He took off his pants. I was gasping and huffing and puffing. He threw his 
clothes all over the place to get undressed. He might have been young but he 
knew now what every boy knows naturally. He was ready to screw, ready to 
fuck me, breathing hard, stiff as a board, hot and anxious to have what I 
was promising him all along. He got up between my legs. He had me take my 
panties off first, of course. My mound was so damp that it looked like a 
tropical forest that some giant had stepped on. All the little pubic hairs 
were curly and squashed down. There was a sheen on my lips, a bright crystal 
clear little dew drop sheen that sparkled and glistened before the boy's 
very eyes. 'Come on,' I said. 'It's time that you learned what to eat and 
what not to!' I pulled him down with my hands, down between my loins and 
made him stick his face into my twat. Everything, and I mean everything, was 
good and wet and sloppy. It was a first class rub and a great wet slide for 
the two of us. I was so hot I felt like barbeque coals. 

"The boy found the inside of my pussy nice and juicy. It was sweet for him, 
too. He liked the taste of it, I think, because he kept going back for more, 
spreading his tongue out and licking me up and down. He didn't know it, but 
that fourteen year old kid had found my clitoris. He asked me what that 
little button of flesh was all about, but I didn't have time or the 
inclination just then to explain to him all about how I got an erection just 
like he did only it wasn't a boner it was a twat pecker and it never got as 
big as his but it always did get hot and juicy and rubbery and all. I didn't 
tell him anything. I just took his head harder in my hands and pushed. 

"Every now and then I gave him a suggestion as to what he might do to make 
me get a little hotter. I told him that he could open his mouth and squeeze 
and nibble with his lips and use his tongue to go rubbing on that clit meat 
of mine, or that he could use his whole open mouth to swallow down lots and 
lots of that twat flesh of mine. Or he could just stick his entire tongue 
meat down my pussy hole and drill for oil that way. I showed him how my clit 
was twitching when he rubbed it. I took my fingers and used my own hands to 
hold my hole open for him. He liked that It made the licking and the sucking 
really easy and it made it nice for the juice to come rolling out. We both 
liked that a lot. 

"After a while he came up to my belly and started using his tongue and his 
lips to go sliding there. It was nice and smooth and slick on my tanned 
stomach. The skin on my hips was fresh and soft for him too. He used one 
hand to hold onto the side of my body and the other to squeeze my titty. He 
liked to be doing two things at once to my body. 

"I pulled him up onto my chest and between my legs, between my thighs. I 
reached down and held onto his buttocks and pushed that rubbery prong of his 
With my mound. I kind of reached up for it with my twat lips. I wanted to 
get sliding on that thick boner. I wanted to feel what it would be like to 
have a little boy's big meat stuffing my twat. After all, I was married and 
all, and it seemed only right that I should have the opportunity every now 
and then to fool around with a teenager boy. It could be good experience for 
me if I ever had a boy of my own.... 

"Anyhow, I worked my cunt lips open and around the head of that thick flesh 
stalk. It was a big mushroom headed thing, and it went sliding in and along 
my pussy lips. I liked the feel of that thing as it went down toward 
penetration plus action. I mean it wasn't in all the way and it was kind of 
sliding up and down. I knew that in a minute the boy was going to blow his 
mind right off and stick that whole cock joint of his all the way into me, 
all the way into the back of my cave. That's really what I was waiting for 
because I knew that it would be awfully nice. Sure enough, when I took hold 
of his little boy ass cheeks, down he went. His muscle hard-on went sliding 
into my clitoris and up and down next to my twat walls and made me feel just 
about as good as could be. It was sexy and hot. And that's what I wanted. 
You know what, Doctor? It don't matter if he's a little boy or an old man 
when he puts that rod of his into you. Yup, once that big thick weapon of 
theirs is rolling up and down inside your pussy, well then, that's the time 
when things really get going and it don't matter to anyone who he is, or 
what he's done or how old he is or where he is going or coming from. What 
matters then is how much more of that action he's going to give you. You 
know that? Sometimes I think that it doesn't even matter at all that it's 
thick or long or big or small, but what matters is that he's doing it so as 
to give your clit a good rubbing, a good long slide That's what matters to 
me. Sometimes I like a long rubbing, a good long slide, and then other times 
I like a shortie, something to make me feel the ridge in his hog. If he uses 
that mushroom head, well then I like it to go deep or maybe to just tug with 
the rim on my clit button. It don't matter how big or how long, but it sure 
does matter how he uses it. You know what I mean? I don't know if I'm being 
clear or not, Doctor, because I get so carried away when I talk about sex. 

"Anyhow, the little boy wasn't like that He was the kind of a person who 
just enjoyed himself. In and out he went. He plugged me good. I could feel 
that long meat of his getting hotter and bigger inside me. I gave him a good 
little run for his money, too. You know, I was sure to swing it around and 
all, sure to make him get a sliding that he wouldn't forget I did it with my 
twat lips and I did it with my hips. I needed to make him feel good. If he 
went away happy, I knew he would come back happy for more. That's what I was 
thinking about. I don't know what he was in to. Except of course for my twat 

"Pretty soon that kid started doing some of the dirty stuff. He got a little 
nasty with me. Rubbing his finger into my ass hole was one thing he did. He 
pulled my sphincter right open. I liked it, but I didn't. Know what I mean? 
I mean that I liked the idea, but I wasn't sure I liked the rubbing. My ass 
hole was a little sore from some douche bag agitating action that my husband 
had tried out on me a few days before. I wasn't sure if I wanted more, even 
from the little boy. So I told him not to use his finger that way. He was a 
little embarrassed at first, but I figured if that was the worst thing that 
ever happened to this kid while he was with a woman that he would be pretty 
fucking lucky. 

"I got a little nasty myself, though. I did some things I don't always do. I 
licked his pits, for instance. I also went to work on his anus after he was 
done fucking me. I usually don't do that for a man. But you know he was so 
young and all, and those cheeks of his were so tender-I couldn't really 
resist. I went sliding there with my tongue. 

"When he got a second erection I decided I'd suck him off. I went down on 
that thick boner. I used my tongue. He could watch me really easy. And he 
did, too. He looked at me like I was a mad-woman. I rubbed my tongue up and 
down that thick cob of his until there wasn't any part of it that wasn't 
cleaned and swabbed and rubbed by my long wet lubricating tongue. Then I 
took all that hog meat, or as much of it as I could get hold of, inside my 
mouth. I rubbed. It was good! 

"Now he was ready for fuckeroo number two! I wanted to give that boy 
something X-rated. You know, I wanted to give him something that he could 
tell all his friends about. I wanted him to go out into the streets and one 
day when he was playing football with his buddies he could say, 'Oh, yeah, I 
fucked that broad and she was delicious!' I wanted him to remember me good. 

"So I spread myself out and had him climb right up. On he went, sliding that 
joint stick like a cop's club on my twat lips. In it went. He used a good 
long stroke to fill me up. My cave was wet, juicy, hot-a flesh jacuzzi if 
there ever was one! He loved it. I could feel him chill all over. I was glad 
to feel that I wanted to hold him in my arms while he shook like an 
earthquake. I wanted that boner of his shooting me up so full of hot cum 
juice that I would float away like a balloon filled with helium. It was 
going to be good, God damn fucking good! I was enjoying every stroke of it 
every mighty stab, and I was looking forward to the final thrust I didn't 
have to wait long. 

"He cocked his hips and rammed forward. He pounded down on my mound-hole 
like a rocket headed for the moon. He was going at full speed, jacking his 
muscle up and down in my twat lips. He was making me into some sort of a 
fuck-banshee. And he was only a little boy. I don't care what they say about 
married women and their husbands getting along better and better over the 
years, Doctor. I was getting my best fuck yet from a little boy. Maybe it 
was psychological. Sure, you'll say for sure that it's psychological, but I 
want you to know that the reason I liked it was that he was a little boy, 
not because of his mind. You know what I mean. You might think I was robbing 
him of something, stealing his youth or taking away something from him, or 
making him into something that he wasn't supposed to be. Maybe you'll say 
that I could have let him go on going the way he was, horny and young and 
selling newspaper subscriptions, but I don't think that it would have been 
so good for him. If you know what I mean. I mean I think that boy's gonna be 
a really good kid now, that he's gonna be one of the coolest dudes on his 
block because I fucked him when he was just a child. I really do. I think 
that he's gonna know how to make girls and how to have a good time and all 
that kind of shit I really do. I'm glad I fucked with him. I'm glad too 
because it was nice screwing in my twat and it made me feel awfully nice for 
a couple of days afterwards, too. You know that? I wasn't horny or anything 
for a full two days after that fucking with the little boy. I just kept 
thinking about how nice it was when that jet stream of jism juice came 
shooting out of his rocket muscle into my flesh hanger, filling me up and 
making me cum. There aren't many things as nice as that, you know.... 

"Well, I started out to tell you about how it wasn't so nice or so easy to 
be married and to have a kid and fuck around. But I guess now that I think 
about it having a husband and little Jackie hasn't slowed me down that much 
at all I guess we wives really do have some wild times when we want to...." 

 CASE NUMBER FIVE: Janet T. 

.. and he made me lick his balls, Doctor. They were really big and hairy, 
and he made me lick them all over. He shoved me down on the floor and 
shouted at me that if I didn't lick them he was going to beat the shit out 
of me, that he would kick me down the stairs and leave me in the gutter. He 
was really mean to me, Doctor. You know for sure that I was happy to get 
back to my husband. 

"But he wasn't any nicer to me-not that day. He asked me where the hell I'd 
been and he made me get undressed before I even had a chance to answer. We 
live in a pretty nice apartment, you know, but people could hear us yelling 
and carrying on. That was the bad part. I got undressed the way Jimmy said 
to, but I didn't like it. He pushed me around, shoved me down on the floor 
and said: 'Give me some head to prove you love me.' I did love him and I did 
give him the head, but I didn't like doing it that day. It was probably the 
first time I didn't like giving head. Would you like sucking a man off just 
after his brother had beat you up? No sir, it wasn't all peaches and cream. 

"Well, another time his brother got hold of me. He was away again and young 
Joey took me by the arms when I wasn't expecting it, backed me up against a 
wall and shoved a hand up between my legs, under my dress and into my twat. 
Right on in went his finger. He stroked me up and down with that finger, 
worked my clit like it belonged to him or something, and then, when I was 
plenty hot, even though I didn't want to be, he started kissing me. I was 
trying to get away, of course, but Joey's a strong kid and there wasn't any 
way to fool him into letting me loose. I just had to take it. I don't like 
admitting it, but that kid brother of Jimmy's, he knew how to rub a woman's 
pussy, even when she didn't want it.... 

"Naturally I threatened him. I told him I wouldn't give him much of anything 
in the way of kindness now that he had showed himself to be such an ape and 
a heathen. He was a really bad pig that boy was, and I don't understand 
quite how he had a brother like Jimmy. Sure, Jimmy was mean and terrifying 
sometimes, and sure, he pushed me around some, but for the most part Jimmy 
was a nice lover, is a nice lover. I'm glad I married him. I don't think he 
would even care if he knew for a fact that I was out fucking another guy 
every now and then. I really don't think he would mind, except because he 
was supposed to mind, if you know what I mean, Doctor. 

"Last week I had a nice date. His name was Charley. 

He came around and picked me up and everything. He couldn't have done that 
if Jimmy had been around. So I was kind of glad, this time, that Jimmy had 
been called away on business or whatever it was. I was kind of glad, too, 
later that night because I got my kicks with Mr. Charley. Oh, boy, did I 
ever get my kicks with that man! Have you ever seen a ten-inch pecker, 
Doctor? Well, neither had I until that night. 

"Of course I didn't know that that was what I was in for when I first 
started scratching at his crotch. I mean, neither of us knew what we was in 
for until afterwards. But I went rubbing and sliding, working my fingers up 
and down on the shaft of that thick meat of his, and then when I actually 
saw the thing, when I actually got it out in plain view, well then, it was a 
really pretty sight indeed. Now Doctor, you might just think I'm an 
extraordinarily horny wife or some such thing, but I want you to know that I 
love all cocks, whether they are big or small, whether they look fat or 
thin. I just do. I like mushroom and the other kind, and I like 'em no 
matter what color they are, too. 

"There's something else I like, while I'm on the subject. I like having 
those things jammed up my twat I like big stiff ones going hard in and out 
of my hole. You know what I mean? ANY HOLE! I like it that way. If I can't 
get a good cock to do it, then give me a big lead pipe or maybe a coke 
bottle. (I'm sorry to stop telling you about Charley and me for a minute, 
but this is more important. I'll get back to what happened between him and 
me in a second.) I like big thick anything, as I was saying, and if it's 
hot, that much better. You think I'm a nymphomaniac wife, Doctor? You think 
maybe I'm crazy for sex or lust or something? Well, you're right. I get sick 
if there's not a big phallus around for me to suck and eat and chew and 
swallow down my big long throat. And I get sick if I don't have a man around 
to stick that big supercharged kind of sex muscle into my asshole and down 
my tubes. I get tired and feel cranky and bitchy if there's not a cock 
shoved into my pussy at least once a day. Sometimes I have to have it twice 
or three times. You think that's sick, Doctor? Let me tell you that I never 
feel good unless I get one orgasm a day. I can go without getting a fuck in 
the twat, but I got to have that orgasm. That's what I bought a dildo for. 

"Did I tell you about that? (Don't you worry. I'll tell you about me and 
Charley and what we did with that big ten-inch penis meat of his when Jimmy 
was away, but first I got to tell you about what I did with that new dildo.) 
First, in order to get the thing, I had to go into one of those seedy old 
stores. I was so nervous and worried that one of those perverts was going to 
rape me that I nearly had to go running out before I even got in there. But 
you know what I found out, once I got to talking to a couple of those guys? 
That they were the nicest men I ever did meet! That's right, Doctor. They 
told me that the best place to buy a dildo was up the street at this modern 
place. I took their advice and left that seedy old place knowing that 
someday I would come back there and not worry about myself in there. 

'The next place was completely different. It was a dildo factory. They had 
every kind of dildo you'd ever want and they had them in nice white tiled 
shelves that looked pretty. You could have sold shit on those shelves and 
still made a bundle-that's how nice everything in that store looked. I 
bought a new fangled electric cock, one that plugs into the wall and is 
supercharged with electric heat. You couldn't ask for more in the way of a 
clit stimulator than what that thing had attached to it: a pretty blue 
feather that went around in circles along with everything else. Oh, boy, I 
started drooling from the lips when I saw that thing, just from thinking 
about how it was going to be to have it jammed up inside my vagina and 
spinning and twisting inside my meaty juicy box to make me so happy that I 
would cum.... 

"Well, I put the thing on my Charge Card and took it home with me. You know 
that I got undressed and nude in a jiffy and started rubbing my body all 
over to make sure that I was good and hot and lusty before I even started to 
work out with the machine. There were instructions to that affect, too, on 
the side of the box. When I was rubbed down pretty good, when my titties 
were nice and hot and when my loins were sweating out some nice juice, and 
when I could feel that bubbling oozing between my labial lips, that's when I 
knew it was time to start up the use of that new hot cock machine. I got up 
off my bed and plugged the fucker in. Oh, boy, did I get a start! The thing 
was already switched on and it started flopping around on the bed, fucking 
the sheets, flipping around like a fish out of water. I picked it up and 
that magic blue feather was spinning a rainbow. I took the thing at the 
handle in both hands, sat on the edge of the bed and spread my smooth thighs 
open, and then I jammed that fuck rod, that magnificent tool, all the way 
into my twat in one big thrust. I wanted to be sure to get my clit, and I 
did, too, got it square on, on the button. 

"Doctor, I have no way of telling you, no words to describe what happened to 
me when that thing started frying my insides. It was like having all the 
cock meat in the world rubbing and grinding around inside me. It was like 
getting one of the juiciest fucks ever. It was like I had my own penis and I 
knew exactly where to put it and how. There was no way in the world that you 
could have taken that new toy away from me. I was rubbing, pumping, grinding 
and rolling that thing against my clitoris, and enjoying every twirl of the 
feather just about as much as I could. 

"After five or six minutes of the best pumping and grinding my crotch had 
ever experienced, I turned over, using my finger to continue the rubbing at 
my clitoris, applying the dildo to my ass hole. I went in slowly. Unlike the 
work on my pussy, I wanted to be sure that the sliding in my anus was of a 
more sensuous sort. Don't ask me why. I just felt that way that afternoon. I 
shoved slowly but surely downwards, spread out on my belly, working my clit 
with one hand, fisting the new mechanized penis with the other-into my 
bowels. A little while later I came all over my hand. It was terrific. I 
gave my new machine a big kiss. 

"Now there are other things, like I was telling you, that can make a girl 
hot, Doctor. I'm ashamed to say that I once used a carrot, and on another 
occasion a zucchini. I liked the latter better. I liked using the vegetables 
because they were pretty and thick and all. They were nice and fat and 
afterwards-this was when I was living at home-I used to wash them off and 
put them back in the refrigerator. It seemed a shame to waste good food.... 

"Now, what was I telling you about Jimmy? No, no, no, it was about Charley. 
Jimmy was away on business and Charley and I were at my apartment with that 
big ten-inch meat of his out and ready to go. I was on my knees and sucking 
off the head. I bet the head of that meat of his was about as thick as a 
half-dollar. Not that that kind of thing matters to me, really. I like all 
men and all cocks. You know that? And besides, I like a man for what he can 
do for me emotionally, too, not just with his body. 

"Anyhow, I licked up and down that big thick pecker and I enjoyed it a lot. 
I rubbed it around next to my cheeks. I liked doing that, pressing the side 
of the shaft on my face and feeling the tip on my lips. I used my tongue to 
keep it wet and slippery, sort of oily and all, nice and lubricated. And I 
used my mouth to suck it off, to give it the header he wanted. Pretty soon 
he was starting to huff and puff. I could hear him breathing hard. It was 
like a big human cyclone was going on up there. I was on my knees and he was 
standing up. It felt to me like he was beginning to shake, getting ready to 
cum all over my mouth muscle. It didn't seem right that he would shoot off 
already, that already he would fire his jism juice into my mouth and that he 
would finish me off that way. It just didn't seem right that I would be left 
hanging like that, and I told him so. He said that he would cum again, that 
he would get another boner and make me hot again and finish me off the 
second time. I wasn't sure whether or not to believe him but I didn't have 
much choice. If Jimmy had said something like that I'd have known for sure 
not to trust him, but this guy Charley seemed a little different. I kept 
rubbing my tongue against his mushroom head, against that spongy meat tip of 
his prong and he shot off sperm bullets into my swallowing throat. The 
throbbing stem bounced between my juicy lips while I sucked up every drop of 
his hot semen juice. When he was all done, and when he had extracted that 
thick injector muscle from my mouth lips, I had a full stomach-full of cum, 
that is. 

"It only took Charley a minute and one-half to get that big foot long flesh 
wiener of his struck up to a new chord again. I sort of turned around to 
look on myself in the mirror and when I turned back there it was: about as 
long as a shoe, and the tip was bent upwards and pink, with the rim shining 
in the light from that room. It was bent like a big thick hot dog, only 
longer. I wanted it in my twat. I knew I had to have that hot jamming 
phallus rubbing my clitoris and spearing my interior cave. That was what I 
wanted for sure. 

"I leapt onto the stem. I gave it my all, all of my lips, all of my tongue, 
all of my mouth. The heart-shaped mushroom tip, red as a beet, rubbed and 
tickled my tonsils. When I had the entire first half of that ten-inch joint 
down my face, that's when I started working out on his buns. I wouldn't be 
the kind of a girl to let two good things pass me by. I rubbed those two hot 
buttocks and cradled them with my ten fingers. I wanted that fertile penis 
of his to get about as hot as could be. What's the use otherwise? 

"Well, you know I just worked out on that boner for about as much sucking as 
it could take. Then I told him, Charley, we got to get into something a 
little hotter. You wouldn't mind, would you? And you know what, Doctor? He 
sort of smiled down at me, and he let go of my head, of course, and he 
pumped me in the lips one more time and said, Babydoll, I wouldn't mind a 
bit-not one little bit! 

"So I climbed up that body of his. I rubbed my titties on his legs on the 
way-you know I just had to do that. And I pressed my nipples into his crotch 
a little, just a little, to get a sampling of that penis feel on my chest. 
Then I wormed all the way up next to him and pressed my lips into his neck 
like a vampire. I sucked a hickey into his skin. He didn't have a chance. 
From then on it was all lust and no talk. That man was mine. All mine. I 
rubbed and slid and jacked up and down on his body, I worked on him like he 
was a tortilla and I was a Mexican char woman making lunch. I gave him a 
good solid rub down, something he would remember me by. I left my massage 
mark on his manly nipples and on his hairy shoulders. He was not a little 
bit pleased with me 

"It wasn't long before he flipped me over, onto my back, and shoved his cock 
muscle into my twat. He just did it so fast I didn't know what was 
happening. It reminded me of the time I saw a man get hit in an auto 
accident. One minute he was walking along and the next he was decapitated 
and dead. Only this was the exact opposite. One minute I was begging for it 
and the next minute I had it. Mmmmmm-yummy, yummy, yummy. And good, too! 

"I used my twat lips to suck with. I rubbed and drew that meat into my hole. 
He drilled down, so it wasn't hard to get it going. I used my clit for a 
pusher, pushing on his joint, making him get the idea that I wanted more, 
more of everything. More of his slopping tongue working out on my nipples. I 
wanted more of his mouth sucking on my face and my tongue. I wanted more of 
his big wet meat most of all. That was the most important part, that he fuck 
my body so hard that I shake. You know what I mean? I wanted him to drive me 
crazy, to make me ache, to fill me up with cock flesh. Well, I didn't have 
to wait long for that. You know what he did, Doctor? He turned me over and 
slammed that same joint into my arse. He really fucked me hard. I don't mean 
that he just put it part way in, either. He put it all the way in, down into 
my bowels. I could feel that heady tip of Charley's all the way inside me. 

"Naturally, I squeezed back. I gave him a good tight rubbing with my 
bunghole tube. First I screamed a little, but then I gave him the rubbing I 
thought he deserved. I bore down hard. I held him with my sphincter. He was 
worming around, snaking me out, and I was contracting like an octopus 
contracts around dinner. Mmmm, I loved him for that. He knew what to do with 
his meat, alright, and he knew how to do it, too! 

"You know what he did with his hands? One he put on my left tit, right here, 
right around it ... you know what I mean? He put that other one on my right 
titty. He squeezed 'em both and sent chills ALL over my body. I thought I 
would die. You know that? There I was with his cock up my arse and his hands 
squeezed around my titties and my sweat just oozing out, and that slop from 
my twat making everything as oily and juicy as possible, him punching me, me 
going wild ... it was terrific! You know what I mean, Doctor? Absolutely 
terri-fucking-rific! 

"When he was close to cuming I reached under my pelvis bone with one hand 
and came up on his balls. Now that was something he wasn't expecting. I took 
him good and gentle, but I took him. I rubbed and slid up and down. He liked 
that and let loose with his cum bullets, shooting me up hard until his meat 
flashed a last pudding shot and collapsed out of my tough little bunghole. 
He fell into a fetal slump alongside my bod. I looked at his bloodshot eyes 
and his sweaty face. I wondered if he could get that big banana of his up 
one more time, just once more to finish off my pussy, to make me cum.... 

"I didn't ask him this time. I just assumed he could do it. Of course, I 
didn't know for sure. I wanted him to make it. But I didn't know for sure 
that he could. 

"I took my old standby position, up above his hips, feet straddling his 
thighs, my pussy about three feet above his cock. I was like a bombardier 
preparing to bonzai his cock and balls. I was going to fill my hole with his 
stick of TNT and all the real bombing would be done by his meat when he was 
again good and ready. I thought for sure that he would get a kick out of the 
next slide, but there was no way to be a hundred per cent positive because 
his eyes were closed. Slowly but surely, like a glider, I made my descent. 
It didn't take long for the hanger-all flesh, all juice, all hot-to trap 
that boner meat of his. I rubbed and tugged and squeezed his manly nipples 
as I squatted onto his rubbery joint. It stood up like a rubber snake, 
spread out inside me and took on that ten-inch jumbo shape that made me fall 
in love with Charley in the first place. I knew right then that I was going 
to get my third full fuck from that guy, and that this time it was going to 
make me into orgasm juice. 

"I rubbed up and down on that impaling flesh steak. It was like having a big 
thick sword, a cannon, pushing and shoving inside you. It was slamming into 
me, and I was the one on top, the one who was supposed to be pushing and 
pulling. But Charley was such a good fuck that he could make his hips go 
pounding up and down even when he was on his back, I was on my way to 
heaven. He got me going so good that I didn't know for sure if I would ever 
come down. I think I even started wondering if I wouldn't get a divorce and 
marry Charley, make him into my new husband. That's how good a screw 
Charley, was that day.... 

"You know something, Doctor, I'm actually pretty shy, I don't like so much 
to do things with men that I'll be sorry for, but there is something I did 
one time that I didn't want to do but I did it anyhow. I don't know if I 
should tell you about it or not. You won't tell anybody so I guess it will 
be alright. It's about this time that I was an ORAL SLAVE. That's right, 
Doctor. I was made into a slave. I'll tell you how it happened. 

"It was on my honeymoon with Jimmy. I was only eighteen then, and I was very 
innocent. Not that I hadn't fucked a good many men, because I had. I had 
screwed with at least five or six boys in Senior Year at Elenda High, but I 
still had this kind of innocent attitude. You know what I mean? I felt that 
my titties were pretty and that my mouth was just for kissing and that my 
legs were for spreading and giving pleasure but that I shouldn't be abused. 
Do you know what I mean by ABUSED? I don't think for sure that everyone 
does. I mean that I didn't want a man to hurt me for no good reason. If I'm 
wrong, that's different. He can hit me and slap me and shove me around and 
everything. But if I'm not wrong, then I don't want no beating of any sort. 
Not even with a wet noodle. Ha, ha, ha. 

"Well, anyhow, we were about a week into the honeymoon and like I said, I 
had this kind of innocent attitude? This guy came up to me and asked if I 
wanted to join a kind of special party. I told him I would have to bring my 
husband. He said he didn't know that I was married, that the only reason he 
had talked to me at all was that he thought I was single because I looked so 
pretty in a two-piece bathing suit where I was, stretched out by the pool 
getting a great tan and all. 

"Well, he was so flattering and so nice that I couldn't refuse to take down 
the information. He was also very handsome, Doctor. He had on short trunks 
and I could see his hairy muscular legs. I could also see his joint from 
time to time when he lifted his foot up to put it on my chaise lounge chair. 
But I pretended not to have seen anything and wrote down the information he 
gave me about the party he was giving. I don't know for sure if this guy was 
the host or a friend of the host or what because I never did see him again. 
He left after I took down the information about his friend's party. 

"Well, that night, after dinner, Jimmy and I started upstairs in the hotel. 
We were takingthe elevator. Jimmy said all of a sudden that he didn't feel 
well, that in his stomach he had a weird feeling. I asked him if he was 
gonna puke and he grabbed his face and begged with his free hand and with 
his popping eyeballs that I move out of the way. As soon as the elevator 
doors slid open he vomited on the ashtray and the red satin carpeting. He 
must have had some bad crab meat or something because he was sicker than a 
dog. Pretty soon, of course, we were back in the room and Jimmy was 
stretched out on the bed with a hot water bottle and telling me that he was 
sorry to have ruined our honeymoon. I came over close and rubbed his penis a 
little bit, so as to say that I wasn't the least bit worried, that we would 
have plenty of times in the future when we would take care of each other in 
different ways, and that if he was sick then that was the way I would take 
care of him that night, and if on another night he wanted to have a go with 
that sword of his up my ass hole, well then that was the thing to do. I 
patted him on the head and he was asleep. You can tell by the things I said 
to him that I was very much in love, Doctor, and that cheating on someone, 
in those early days of our marriage, was really out of the question. As I 
said, I was rather shy, a bit too innocent, I think.... 

"Anyhow, I got bored of sitting there watching over him. I was tired but 
also excited. I should have climbed into bed alongside him, but I didn't. I 
grabbed my purse and went for a walk. I thought that I would be back in no 
more than ten or fifteen minutes. I was headed for the bar to have a drink 
and a cigarette. Then I would call it a night and hit the sack with my sick 
husband of three days. 

"At the bar, as I reached into my bag for cigarettes and matches, I happened 
on the small piece of paper with the time and room number of the stranger's 
party, the one to which I'd been earlier that day inivted. I lit my 
cigarette, thought about it, and then, really not caring too much what kind 
of party it was, I decided that it might be a good way to lull myself before 
sleep. I would go by the room number and look in to see what Jimmy and I 
were missing out on, and then I would go back up to bed. I paid my bar tab 
and left. 

"Doctor, perhaps you will think that I am some sort of fool for what I am 
about to tell you. Maybe you'll think that I deserve everything that 
happened to me. But hear me out. Listen to my entire story before you make 
any final judgments. O.k.? 

"Now, I headed down the hotel room corridor looking for B-410, the number of 
the suite where the party was to occur. The padded carpets and overly 
elaborate wallpaper, finished in satin, gave everything the feel of an old 
vampire movie. I didn't know for sure if I was going the right direction, 
but I felt positive that B stood for basement and that that was where I 
should be going. I took the stairs downward. 

"The Basement of the hotel was no less elaborate than the upper floors. It's 
decor was Victorian and romantic. The stiff curves of high-backed wing 
chairs and pawed divans gave the underground corridor the starched appeal of 
an old time museum. All that was needed was dust and spider webs. I 
thoroughly enjoyed strutting through the hallway looking for the room marked 
410, and when I came to it, for some reason I was not surprised that it was 
gold-leafed, etched and carved, a bas-relief of two naked lovers entangled 
in each other's precious flesh. The clanger which hung over the peep-hole 
was itself a carefully sculpted phallus. On either side of this golden rod 
was a single nugget of spherical bell-shaped metal. When I took the clanger 
in hand, pulling it back thinking to use it to announce my presence, the two 
nuggets went sliding together and rang out. But they did not just clink like 
a doorbell. Rather, they set in motion some electrical impulse which turned 
into a devilishly somber wail, a high-pitched scream more animal than human. 
I should have turned away from that door, turned away and ran back upstairs 
to take my place in bed with my husband. But it was too late. The door 
creaked open. 

"To tell you the truth, Doctor, I was at first relieved. For once the door 
had opened there was in front of me a fairly ordinary party in progress. 
Various men and women sat about in their sundry poses of partial or total 
boredom. Perhaps here and there, smoking a cigarette or sipping a brandy, 
there was an especially attractive man or woman duly attired and looking 
this way or that inspecting another member of the party company. But for the 
most part everyone was talking, smoking their cigarettes or their marijuana, 
snorting their coke or shooting their H. It was, as I said, a fairly 
ordinary party. There was visible little or no debauch. 

"However, no sooner had I stepped forward into the main ballroom-and it was 
a large expanse of hallway, ten foot ceilings, the length of a gymnasium, 
and the walls were tilted slightly, outwards-no sooner had I plunged myself 
into the company about me when a strong dark-haired handsome man took me by 
the elbow and said: 'We've been expecting you. Right this way.' On the way I 
could feel him sliding his hand up and down my buns, checking out the slope 
of my rump. I wondered, truly I did, what he had in mind for me, and why! 

"I was escorted to the back of the hall and through a small door. The party 
noises and dense smoke of the main room gave way to the relative quiet and 
agonizing stillness of a few bored souls intent on demolishing each other. 
There before me, as though pitted around a poker table, were three men with 
their sleeves rolled, their ties loosened, and they were sweating and 
inspecting me. Behind them, on hinged wracks, were two nude voluptuous women 
strapped spreadeagle and haltered. I couldn't at first decide toward what 
end they had been mounted, but then, as I was able to more clearly focus in 
the packed room, I could see that the purpose of the leather bindings was to 
make available to the men the two front orifices of those naked ladies. What 
any of this had to do with me I was not yet sure. 

"Before I could give it much more thought, however, I was shoved down on the 
floor, commanded to open my mouth and made to submit to a rather humiliating 
inspection. One of the two men present before my arrival shoved a tongue 
depressor onto my mouth muscle while the other held my jaws spread wide 
open. I tried to see what was in their eyes, what devilish plans they had 
for me, but I could not even focus on them because of a blinding white light 
which beamed down between their faces, over their shoulders and into my 
eyes. I nearly gagged with the feel of that wooden stick at the back of my 
throat. 

"'She's got a nice long throat,' said one of the men. 'It's going to be 
good. I think she'll take a size three." 

"I had no idea what to say about any of this. I started to get up, thinking 
that I might explain that they had captured the wrong woman, that surely 
they must have known that I was only just married and that I knew so little 
about things sexual that it was really a waste of time and senseless to tie 
me up like those other girls, that it didn't seem to me ... but it was no 
good. They were intent on using my body in the ways which, Doctor, I will 
shortly describe. 

"First they fixed me to a rack, like the other women. They made me strip, 
spread my legs and arms, and then they tied me in. That part was no easy 
thing to submit to, but it was not nearly so bad and vile as the feeling of 
having a leather strap halter slung over my chest My titties were left 
hanging and exposed, my mouth was left open and raw, and my loins and my 
twat, my mound-hole, were left available for use. Everything else was 
wrapped in leather. 

"Can you imagine? There I was, as innocent a child as ever you'd expect to 
meet. I'd been living in the suburbs, minding my own, thinking about getting 
married. Now I had some sort of a marriage arranged already and a bunch of 
barbarians were taking me apart. They were going to use my holes, my bodily 
orifices for whatever foul purposes they could think of. It was too 
disgusting for words, Doctor, and I was terribly frightened even before they 
finished strapping me in. I knew I was in for some kind of trouble. 

"The first thing they did was introduce me to the other girls, as if I would 
ever want to see anyone from this den of iniquity ever again. Then they said 
there would be no talking between or among the women. Finally, the first of 
them undressed. 

"I didn't know what was going to happen. For one thing, just as soon as he 
had undressed and started to work out on one of the other girls, I was 
blindfolded. Do you realize what that meant? I didn't know what was going to 
happen or when. I felt something begin to crawl and catch between my legs. 
It was a finger or a dildo or something that sent my clitoris flicking up 
and down. I couldn't see, and when I started to scream out I was suddenly 
worried that I would be gagged and unable to breathe. I muffled my cries of 
pain and agony as they continued their lusty defilement of my body. I was so 
scared that I urinated on one of them. I don't know who it was or how it 
happened, but I pissed down his hand and on his leg. He shouted for another 
of their group to fetch a towel, to clean me and to do so quickly. I could 
hear them laughing at one another for the shame I'd caused the man who was 
playing with my clit just then, but I didn't know what else to do. I 
couldn't control my bladder just then. It happened again, and then I was 
empty. 

'They took turns on the other two girls, but only one man, as far as I could 
tell, worked out on my mound. He rubbed his finger or something like a 
finger up and down next to my clitoris. He used whatever tool it was to poke 
me hard, to rub in the back of my fleshy little cave and to spread out my 
lips. I protested to him that I was a virgin, thinking that this would cool 
his ardor. But no, it only served to make him hotter and hornier. He came at 
me with everything he had. That long pole, his muscular legs, his big 
hands-all of it attacked me at once. I felt something rubbing my lips, 
something rubbery and wet and phallic-like, and then I remembered that the 
man who had invited me to the party in the first place had mentioned 
something about ORAL SLAVES, but I didn't know what he meant. This must have 
been it. I was being trained as an oral slave, trained to give head and to 
suck cock and to rub only with my mouth, to be a woman with the oral fetish. 
Oh, God, I was frightened. But there wasn't a thing I could do. I opened my 
mouth wide and accepted his thick meat. 

"Did I tell you that the upright racks had been turned around? Oh, yes, that 
was part of the torture. The rack that I was on was spun down so that my 
head was on the floor and my spread loins were up in the air. Well, my head 
wasn't completely on the floor, really. Actually, it was at belt height, 
just about so that if a man stepped forward with his boner flopping it would 
go flopping in my mouth. Oh, God, Doctor, the shame of it, the sin, the 
absolute depravity of that hour with those men and their ideas. It drove me 
bananas. I had to suck him off, though, because I had no choice. Do you 
understand the position? I was upside down on the rack. But we were 
vertical, and he had shoved his penis into my mouth, in the usual sixty-nine 
fashion, and he was working out between my legs with his tongue. It was like 
bar service, only instead of getting a scotch or a whiskey, the customer 
received my clit juice. It was so humiliating and so disgusting that I 
thought I might vomit all over the man's balls. But I was still frightened 
and blindfolded and worried that they would go and tell my husband what a 
mess I had made of our honeymoon, and what a wretched girl I was for going 
to such a debased party in the first place. I just kept sucking. 

"Then, all of a sudden, the rack-wheel spun upwards, away from the phallus 
that was between my lips and I was held upright again. Oh, God, I was dizzy 
and horny and I could feel the clit fluid leaking from my twat hole. I 
didn't know where I was. I heard the other girls giggling. I wondered how 
they could take it all so lightly. After all, we were being molested and 
jacked-off and our titties were being sucked and teased without our 
permission and finally we would probably be raped by no less than a dozen 
men. I didn't see what was funny about that. Not at all funny, I tried to 
tell them, did I find the notion of my body being abused that way. But there 
was no way to convince them. One of them, I think the one from the far end, 
was taken off the rack. She came over and laughed in my face, so close to me 
that I could feel her breath on my cheeks as she chortled. Then the sadistic 
laughing and braying ceased. There was a moment of quiet. Finally I felt a 
finger slide down my thigh and I knew. I knew why the two girls were 
laughing like gorillas, why the men were finding it so amusing that I would 
tell the other women my troubles. You see, good Doctor, the women were in on 
this silly little game! They too wanted to have a go at my lovely body, a 
chance to caress and fondle and finally to abuse and defile my flesh. It was 
then that I nearly passed out. 

"When I came to I was upside down. My head was spun downwards and my twat 
was at mouth-level. In my oily labia lips, right between the two fleshy 
leaves, was a woman's tongue. I don't know how I knew, but I could tell it 
was the mouth muscle of a female. She was sliding her tongue up and down on 
my clitoris, working it like it was just a little piece of pecker, something 
to get her heated before the real McCoy. I didn't know what to say. 
Speechless, I took a deep breath. 'Please let me go,' I moaned to the 
upright world. 'Please, please, please ... ' My only answer was that viscous 
slurping in my boiled twat. My clit was up, erect. That much I could tell 
without looking, blindfolded. 

"I wanted to talk to them, to tell them what a mistake they were making in 
abusing me that way. I wanted to tell them all that they could be saved and 
lead normal, decent lives. I wanted to set them in the right direction, to 
make them see the light, to enlighten them. But it was "no good. They were 
all of them only interested in fucking me over, in satisfying their 
perverted cravings by grinding their tongues into my pussy, or their cocks 
and their titties into my mouth lips. It was so fucking disgusting that I 
couldn't stay conscious for the rest of it. Again I passed out, fainted dead 
away and didn't wake up until morning. 

'To my surprise and delight, however, I woke up alongside my husband, in bed 
with Jimmy. Don't ask me how. I was just there. Maybe those rascals who had 
kidnapped me into that dungenous room, or maybe that woman who had last 
licked my twat with her long snake-like tongue, or someone, had brought me 
back upstairs to my rightful room in the honeymoon hotel. Whatever it was, 
Jimmy was glad to see me. I could tell just by looking at his face. That 
smile of his spread out all over. 'Good morning,' he said. 'You sure do look 
a sight for sore eyes,' and he pushed me down between his legs, something he 
never had done before. I liked it, this time, because it was with my 
wonderful hubby. You know that, Doctor? I liked eating and sucking and I 
liked slurping on that big red hog head because it belonged to lovely Jimmy, 
my husband, and it wouldn't be right if I did that to someone else, but for 
him, just-then, well, it made a heck of a lot of sense. So I went rolling 
and sliding my mouth muscle up and down that thick joint of his, working it 
with all my might, making him as hard and as happy as I possibly could. It 
was one hell of a workout for the two of us. 

"Now don't you get me wrong. Licking off a mushroom head till it squirts 
jism juice is different than getting tied up in leather and chained by the 
feet to a roulette wheel so that some rake sheik can take you apart. You 
know what I mean? I mean it just seems to me that having a fuck or two is 
different when it's with your husband than when it's with some guy who's 
attacking you just for the hell of it. It's not my fault that other guy's 
got the horny blues and nowhere to spend them. After all, but then I don't 
know. Maybe it would be better just to let everyone go out and fool around 
the way they want to. You know what I mean? I mean, I like sucking a good 
cock every now and then, Doctor. I like rubbing on Jimmy's tool, too, 
especially when it gets good and red and hot and all, but I like other ones 
for variety, if you know what I mean. So I don't know about fidelity. I 
don't think I like the idea very much at all, actually, and maybe I should 
take back a little of what I was mouthing off before. You know what I'm 
talking about, Doctor? I mean, maybe it's only right that a woman, married 
or not, should go out and suck off all the mushroom head she can get her 
hands on, and then stuff all that highly cram able muscle into her pussy and 
really enjoy her body the way it was meant to be enjoyed. You know what I 
mean? Maybe getting defiled really is the best way after all...." 

 CASE NUMBER SIX: Cherry D. 

"Wife, wife, wife! That's all I heard for a year, Doctor, and one day I was 
sitting around and I decided that I was sick and tired of just being young 
and pretty. You know what I mean? There I was sitting in the living room all 
sprawled out across the sofa with my robe half undone and my finger going up 
and down on my clit and I was trying to figure out what it meant that I was 
seventeen, married and horny. A friend of mine had left a copy of one of 
those sex magazine newspapers at the house and I was thumbing through the 
thing. And I was fuming. 

"You know what I mean? I was angry. I don't know about what or why. In one 
hand I had my pussy, my clit and the lips, and I was fingering myself, and 
in the other hand I had the paper and I was looking through those personal 
ads? You know the ones? The ones where they say 'I got a horny penis for 
you, just ring me up, babydoll, and I'm all yours'? You know which kind I'm 
talking about, Doctor? And I was asking myself why I was sitting there as 
horny as a bull in heat and why I was married so young and why I was just 
waiting around at two in the p.m. for my hubby to come home and give me a 
two-minute squirt when I could be out gnawing for hours on a twelve inch 
muscle, or maybe I could go through those ads and call myself a woman to 
come and give my butt a massage and a little pressing. But whatever it was, 
whichever one of those things I tried out, it would be a hell of a lot 
better than sitting around and chewing on my nails. You know what I mean, 
Doctor? 

"So I pulled my fingers out of my cunt and tied off my robe and headed 
straight for the phone, which was about five feet away on the kitchen table. 
I untangled the cord and went to the first advertisement I could find, the 
first one that looked like it might do me some good. I found one that said 
something about a lot of juicy meat and a lot of hot muscle and how they 
would be happy to deliver, door-to-door. I dialed. 

"A happy sort of deep voiced male answered at the other end. He told me the 
whole she-bang. It was a simple operation, my kind of style. They send over 
a stud, someone made to order with a big cock and an arsenal of tools. They 
supply the stud, I supply the moola. I said what the hell, and I told him to 
get hopping, that I wanted someone who could handle a hot horny housewife. 
He took the address and promised me a discrete delivery within a half-hour. 

"I clicked off and headed for the shower. It took me maybe ten minutes to 
make myself ready. I got out of the john and started humming to myself. I 
sure was glad that although I was married I didn't have any kids. Kids would 
have made that afternoon impossible. What would I tell them? Your Mommy just 
called a deliver-a-dick service and you have to go take a nap? 

"Anyhow, I straightened out the living room and waited for the stranger with 
the big dick to show-up. I figured he'd probably be one of the ugliest male 
studs I ever did see. I imagined though that he would have the kind of a 
hard-on that could make an unhappy housewife horny and happier than when he 
started. I was just praying. This was going to be my noontime cowboy coming 
to make me on the cusp. I was looking forward to all that meaty 
bronco-riding that they promised in the newspaper advertisement. 

"Well, the doorbell rang and I was leaking like a sieve. I knew for sure 
that Mr. Stud would smell my juice, that aroma of female friendship my twat 
was emanating like there was no tomorrow. Anyhow, I up and answered the door 
and would you believe it? There was standing there one of the most putrid 
looking men I ever did see. He had acne on his cheeks and on his nose. He 
had sweat dripping down his face and his belt was half undone. He had 
trousers that matched the color of his teeth, slime green, and his ear-there 
was only one of them-was chewed up like a dog had had at it. He only had 
four or five teeth and Doctor, that was all I saw of that ugly creature 
because right then I slammed the door in his face and latched all five bolt 
locks including a steel police bar which I knew only Godzilla could get 
through. I rushed to the jangle machine and called up that advertisement 
number again and told him at the other end with the sweet voice that he had 
better send me over a looker or I would report him to the Better Business 
Bureau. He apologized insincerely and told me I would have another stud on 
my front porch in five minutes. 

"No sooner had I hung up when there was a knock at the door. I took my time 
opening the latches and then I took a casual peek through the peep hole. 
This guy was looking a little better. He had clear skin and curly dark hair. 
He had a sparse mustache and the kind of clean white teeth that only the 
middle class who could afford 'em have. He was alright looking and I knew I 
wasn't going to mind so much cheating on my husband with this other guy. I 
opened the door. 

"Well, not only was Stud Number Two a little more on the good-looking and 
intelligent side, he was charming and witty, too. All that remained for me 
to find out about this dude before I paid the piper the price of the pipe 
was the size. I asked him if he wouldn't mind letting me have a look see at 
his hog head. He smiled and undid his trousers. I nearly fainted. He had one 
of the longest spikes I ever did see. The mushroom head alone must have been 
the size of a silver dollar. I wanted to faint. I backed off. I told him I 
didn't think I could handle anything that big. I said that maybe I was 
wrong, wrong morally to be doing this, cheating on my husband, and he said 
that my husband wouldn't ever know about this little love interlude. I kept 
backing up. 

"I don't know how it happened, but we ended up in the bedroom with his 
Charge Card system on my chest, me slipping the plastic mini-board into 
place and him running up by tab. He threw the machine on the floor after 
he'd got me to sign the ticket, and he started rubbing me up. He asked me 
what a good looking girl was doing calling up Dial-A-Dick, but I was too 
busy trying to catch my breath, huffing and puffing, to be able to make 
sense out of what was going on. I looked over his shoulder at one point when 
I thought to open my eyes, and I saw that it was about four o'clock, which 
meant that we didn't have a whole hell of a lot of time to finish up with 
the rock and roll sex action. He was grabbing hold of my titties and telling 
me that this was a favorite hold for most of his customers. I happen to have 
big knockers, Doctor, so he had quite a grip around my titties, enough, in 
fact, to throw me for a loop onto the floor if he had wanted to, or to swing 
me around in circles. Of course that would have stretched my nipples out 
pretty damn bad but.... 

"Anyhow, he was working on me like a pro. After all, that was why I had 
called up Dial-A-Dick in the first place, to get a little first class 
cheating done on my husband. Why, if an ordinary housewife teenager like me 
can't have a good time once in a while, who can? 

"So I reached down there and took hold of Mr. Studly's nice hot penis head. 
It was big, alright, and it was fat like a walnut. I enjoyed giving that 
thing a nice healthy rub, the kind of a flushing that would have made a beet 
blush even more so. I was happy to have such a healthy stick for my own 
pleasure-making, and I think that Dial-A-Dick stud was a little surprised 
himself to see how horny a housewife he'd got himself into. It came to a 
point where I had his cock muscle in my pussy, and the stem of that root in 
my hands. Nothing could be finer! 

"Now this here Dial-A-Dick stud wrapped his hands around my ass cheeks and 
pretended to be making patty-cake. He worked his fingers into the dough 
cakes there, rubbing and tugging and molding my ass flesh like it was going 
to be a pound cake. Similarly he jacked off my clit rather professionally 
with his rolling pin joint, a kingpin if ever there was one, a steamroller 
made out of flesh, made to steam my rolling insides until I was nothing but 
pressed pussy juice. Mmmmm, good! It was nice! 

"When he got that meat of his hammered all the way down my tube, and when he 
pretty much tacked me into the mattress, he started sliding his spike up and 
down and side to side just to make sure that there weren't any unpressed 
creases, knotholes, crannies in my nooky. You know there weren't! 

"I took advantage of this meat I'd bought and paid for by sliding my fingers 
up around the back of his ass. I gave him a little digital rock and roll 
action in his bunghole, just to see what a fresh pro sphincter feels like to 
a needy wife-bitch. And it felt good, Doctor. Really fucking good! I was 
happy to have taken a chance. Once I hooked that thing with my middle digit 
I started to tug, but Mr. Stud from Dial-A-Dick, he told me that I would rip 
him up too badly if I kept on like that, and that if I did that, if I hurt 
him in any way so that his trade would be injured he would have to slice off 
my nipples and then some. So I let up on his ass hole and told him not to 
get huffy. 

"I don't know why, but he didn't like my attitude. He yanked his cock out of 
my pussy and I could see it was plenty juicy and plenty stiff, which I 
suppose wasn't quite enough for him. He told me he was done doing his duty 
and now he was going to do my ass hole, just to remind me what place a cunt 
ought to keep. I told him I didn't want that and that if he so much as laid 
an inch of that foot long wiener of his on my ass I would have him arrested 
for so many things that he would be dead from old age before they finished 
reading the indictment. He was not convinced, nor was he in any way the 
least bit afraid. He flipped me over onto my belly and shoved my screaming 
face into the pillow. I had a last look over my shoulder at the clock and I 
knew that my husband would most likely be entering his castle in about ten 
minutes. I wondered if Mr. Dialed Dick knew what he was in for. 

"But he didn't seem to care a darn about anything except getting that fleshy 
sword meat of his all the way into my crotch in the anal side of my body. He 
took a good long shove and pushed that slippery weapon up inside the 
backdoor holster. When he arrived at the bowel pits he didn't stop his 
cramming and jamming and hammering and pounding. He just kept right on going 
all the way into my intestines with that thing and since he wasn't planning 
on stopping at all I didn't see any reason to do anything but wail and 
screech like a fucked-up banshee. I let out a howl that a hyena would have 
been scared of, but Mr. Stud from Dial-A-Dick, he must have thought that I 
was ticklish or something, because he kept slamming that hammer of his into 
my hole, like a big electric pick axe, and he had no intention of stopping, 
maybe even not after he ejaculated, I figured. 

"Well, he did start to throbbing and shoving jism juice in my rear hole. I 
could feel my buns flapping on either side of that twitching log muscle of 
his, and I started to crawl away, to reach for the bed boards and call it 
quits, but he reached under me and started rubbing my nipples and jacking on 
my titties. I thought I was going to die from the way he was filling my 
bowels with cock muscle and jerking around on my chest with his hands. It 
was killing me. He even pressed down hard so that I had to go flat, on my 
belly, with him still riding me like some sort of mare. I passed out. 

"Now when I came to I found myself laying in bed with a yellow ticket in my 
hand and a big wet splotch under my hairy cunt. I rolled over onto my back 
and looked at the yellow ticket. It said at the top Dial-A-Dick, and down 
below, in the middle of that laundry ticket, it said, It's A Pleasure To 
Serve You, and lower down there was my bill and my Charge Card number and my 
signature next to the numbers: $52.40, no tax. I was leaking jism and clit 
juice from my twat lips, and my heart was going mad like thunder when I 
heard a car pull up in the driveway. It only took a quick look at the clock 
for me to realize that Mr. Stud had left and that my husband was arriving. 

"I looked around the room and saw that I could pick up most of it, which I 
did, before my hubby even got to the front porch, and then I rushed into the 
shower and made myself nice and clean and fresh like a daisy before I would 
have been caught fucking around like a guilty kid. It was worth every second 
of it, Doctor. Every fucking second, I loved having that Stud Service 
reaming out my ass hole and my pussy, no matter how much I screamed at that 
guy and told him I didn't. I really did love the feel of that new cock doing 
me in right. 

"Not that I didn't like the way my hubby shoved his meat into my twat 
orifice later that night. I mean that was just super, too. Especially when 
he got to grinding. I think that's the best, when he grinds on my clit with 
that mushroom rim, when he pushed up and down and jacks on it with that 
tough spongy crown and makes me get all hot and blushing and everything. I 
mean, sometimes I think that I wouldn't stay married if it weren't for that 
little push and shove he gives me on my clit sometimes. That's the fucking 
best. I like getting slimy just so I can get that rubber pecker of his going 
up against my inner lips, working out on my pussy that way. Nothing could be 
finer, Doctor. Nothing at all. 

"Of course I enjoy a little slopping on his meat every now and then. You 
know, the usual stuff, going down on it with my lips all wet and juicy and 
my tongue all spidery and spread out to get him feeling good and all. I like 
that, rubbing his penis with my tongue and working on the boner with my lips 
and sucking on it with my mouth. I don't think he minds it much, either. Of 
course, I have to be sure and use my hands on his ass. He don't like it as 
much if I don't hold his buns in my hands. That's why I'm usually on my 
knees, on my knees and pressing my titties really firm up against his thighs 
and holding his ass flesh in my two palms while my mouth is going sliding up 
and down, back and forth, on the mushroom head of that big spongy cock tip 
of his. What's a hubby for, eh? 

"Now that's what I call nice action for both of us, till death do us part, 
but I really got to go back to what I was saying before about how a teenager 
can't get enough of it, and how if she has to sit home and all it isn't 
going to be healthy for her. You know what I mean, Doctor? Imagine if I had 
to sit home with my loins all locked and clamped together like a vise, and 
how it would be with my nipples all pert and hot and cherry and just waiting 
for some dude to come along and suck them off really good-why, just imagine 
what it would be like if I couldn't go out and pretend not to be a WIFE with 
a capital W for a little while. I mean, it would just drive me wild. I'd be 
in chains in an asylum after a week. It would be terrible ... And that's how 
I was feeling the next day or so after I called Dial-A-Dick.... 

"I was sitting there on the living room sofa saying to myself that I ought 
and should be good, that I ought and should not be calling any other stud 
services and fooling around on my hubby, but I couldn't keep from thinking 
about it. I couldn't ignore the flow of clit juice starting to secrete from 
my inner pussy hole lips, and I couldn't just sit there and ignore how my 
heart was beating like a machine gun in all out war on T.V., if you know 
what I mean, or like thunder. I just couldn't control myself. I ripped out 
that newspaper again and looked up another one of the fellows in that rag, 
another one of those advertisements. This time it said something about a 
nice middle-aged man looking for comfort and security with a pretty teenager 
widow. Well, I gave that number a lot of thought. I paced up and down the 
living room wondering out loud if maybe I shouldn't just spread my wifely 
loins for a dildo or a fingering or something. 

"I even tried that out in the bedroom. I went in there and stripped down 
completely, took off every thread of clothing that I was wearing and then I 
even slipped off my diamond engagement ring. I set it aside on the bureau 
next to the bed. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could see that I was 
still wearing lipstick, nail polish, rouge, and that my hair was ratted. I 
gave up the bedroom mirror for the same in the bathroom and there in the 
privacy of that tile chamber I took off every last bit of synthetic beauty 
that I owned and left myself nude of anything and everything that was 
synthetic and put on about my flesh. I was truly naked. 

"Returning to the bedroom I reminded myself of my mission; to see if I could 
not enjoy my twat alone, with no extra dildo or purchased or paid and bought 
for penis from the advertisements. I rubbed my legs open and supercharged a 
finger which I stuffed down my tube. I rubbed into it good and hard. You 
have to remember that I was standing in front of the mirror with my finger 
up my spread lips, with my legs spread I mean to say. I was standing there 
finger fucking myself as hard as possible in order to avoid cheating on my 
young and friendly hubby. 

"After a little while I took to using my other finger, too. I leaned forward 
and spread my two ass cheeks, put my finger into my ass hole and shoved. I 
worked that finger up there, high, and far, into my lower intestine, even, 
and I wormed it around, scraped it on the walls of my anal bunghole tube. It 
was contracting, that big muscle was, like I had to take a shit or 
something, rubbing on my finger because I was penetrating so deep into my 
arse flesh. I was simultaneously, of course, working my other finger up and 
down on my pussy meat. I was getting my clit nice and firm and I was getting 
my anus nice and hot and it looked like I might be able to make it, that I 
might be able to resist the terrible temptation to go calling up strangers 
and fucking them instead of my husband. If I could do that, just by rubbing 
my ass hole and my twat for a little while, then I might be able to save my 
marriage. That's what I was thinking about, Doctor, I swear to you. That's 
why I was masturbating my two pelvis holes that way with my two different 
fingers, and that's why I was looking in the mirror and watching my nipples 
and my titties and my face, even, get redder and hotter and sweatier and 
all. I really did want to cum that way so that I could know for sure that I 
could always just go jack off instead of go cheat on my hubby. 

"But it didn't work. No matter how much I stood there with my breasts 
hanging down, with my nipples all sprung and cherry-no matter how much 
finger rubbing and finger fucking I did in my ass hole and my cunt I 
couldn't get myself hot enough to cum and be polyorgasmic the way I knew I 
was.... 

"I tried everything. I tried rubbing forward, sliding backward, jumping up 
and down. I tried curling up in a ball on the floor and using the vacuum 
cleaner. 

I tried a lampshade off a lamp and unscrewing the bulb and sticking that 
screw device off the base of the bulb into my hole. I tried climbing 
doorknobs and rubbing myself with the gearshift knob from the car. I even 
tried jamming a fucking coke bottle up my hole, and even that didn't work. 
Don't get me wrong, Doctor. I used to be able to get off that way, just from 
a little personal rubbing, a little self-scratch action, but I couldn't 
anymore. I don't know why. It just wouldn't happen. 

"So I gave up. I picked myself up off the bedroom floor and staggered into 
the living room and found the phone and the number of the middle-aged man 
who wanted a young teenager for his pleasure. I picked up the phone and 
dialed. We talked small talk for ten minutes and then we got down to 
particulars. I asked him up front how big it was, how thick, when he could 
give it to me. Before he answered he wanted to know for a fact that I had 
about fifteen cubic mouthfuls of breast meat for him and I told him I did. I 
also told him that I had the cutest little twat lips he would ever in his 
life suck open, and that once he got past my short cropped pubic snatch he 
would be enjoying some of the finest clit material he'd ever set his tongue 
to. He liked that so I gave him some more. What the hell? Verbal fucking 
costs nothing. I told him that my ass cheeks were the sort of fleshy buns 
that men around the world have hungered for over the millennia, that the 
shape alone of my globes was enough to make him cum but that once he got a 
feel, an actual touch of that soft flesh he would never again want another 
woman. I told him that my little brown hole was a prize morsel made for 
winners only, and that if he had the kind of a big prick that I was looking 
for he could take my anus home with him. I was willing to go that far. 

"He started breathing pretty heavy on the other end of that clang machine, 
so I told him that he could come over right now and investigate my cleavage 
for openers, if, of course, he was so inclined. (Inclined, nothing! I knew 
he had a full-fledged upright tower already, a tower of flesh, and that he 
would be on his way into ecstasy even before he hung up the phone.) He said 
he would be right over, and I told him that I would be waiting for him. 

"To make sure that everything was nice for Mr. Big, I did a quick once over 
on the living room. To make sure that we wouldn't be interrupted I called 
hubby and chatted him into meeting me for dinner out that night, at 
seven-thirty, and he said for sure that he would do that. I hung up with 
everything in order. Of course, I had to do a quick shower just to be 
double-trouble for my new fuck-friend, and I did a perfumed douche on both 
ends of my bod to be positive that everything-and I mean EVERYTHING-was in 
superb order. It was right then, just as I was powdering my left boob, 
polishing my left nipple, when the doorbell started ringing. I finished off 
my chest, fished out my disposable apricot pussy aromatizer, and I tied my 
silky red housecoat closed around my waist. You could, natch, see my big 
ones pushing out of the lapels, especially if I leaned down or turned right 
or left. As for my legs and everything else supple in the world, I showed 
off my sampling just by walking a bit. I knew it was going to be a good fuck 
for me and Mr. Big-if he was worth the trouble. I answered the door. 

"He was a big man and he came straight in. He hunched over a little as if he 
had to bend his head in order to clear the top of the door. While he was 
checking out the lay of the land in the living room I was inspecting his 
crotch. I wanted to make sure that he was as well-hung as he was supposed to 
be. I could see the silhouette of something hanging there, and I knew it 
wasn't a bat in the belfry. He had a big one, alright, the kind of a clapper 
that might just make for some clang-clang boom-boom of the polyorgasmic 
variety. And that would be very nice indeed. I shut the door behind him. 

"He finished surveying what there was to survey in that comfy little living 
room and then he turned to me and gave me the once over, same style. Only 
instead of turning his eyes and his head round and round he went up and 
down. He inspected me from head to toe and back again. I could feel his 
eyeballs reaching out and massaging my pelvis and rubbing my titties to no 
good, feeling me up, rubbing my loins and making my twat lips swell with 
lust. I was horny from the way he looked at me. This middle aged man was not 
looking for an ordinary teenager babysitter type. He was looking for the 
likes of me, and I was ready to give him just about anything that he might 
ask for. Especially since that crotch thing of his was beginning to take on 
a little more definition. 

"It was swelling up and bulging for one thing. And I could see the head of 
that big iron joint, and I was getting myself ready for a little of that 
rub-a-dub-tub action that I knew we both wanted. I think he could see in my 
housecoat the little bumps, my pert little nipples sticking up already, just 
the way they were from my earlier efforts to make myself cum from, 
masturbating. There was going to be quite an explosion in that cunt of mine 
when I finally laid my lips to rest on his meat. I could tell that from the 
beginning. 

"We did the small talk and then we took a little sampling of the heat. We 
kissed, and I gave that middle-aged poker a good slide with my long wet 
mouth muscle. He Frenched me back, too, and it wasn't any kind of sloppy 
haphazard kiss, neither. He went to town inside my face, licking and rubbing 
my teeth and gums and kissing me the way I love it. I gave him a good little 
pressing, pushing my titties up at him while he was getting his hand going 
down between my legs. I wanted him to have a feel of my juicy titties before 
giving me the old one-two. He took the hint and came up with his hand 
sliding and massaging. He gave my nipples a tug here and there. Then he took 
to twisting my breasts. I thought he was going to tear them right off. I was 
about to warn him they weren't punching bags, but he slowed up. He let his 
hand slide back down along my smooth belly and rested his sweaty palm on my 
thigh. He took to massaging, kneading that supple, comely flesh (if I do say 
so myself), rubbing it into a frenzy and giving me goose bumps all the way 
down between my toes. I was melting fast.- 

"When he got done kissing me in the face and working out on my loins, that's 
when he slipped a finger between my butterfly lips. I call them that because 
when those wings open and a man gets his finger humming and buzzing in there 
I feel like I can fly. My cocoon just opens up and juices me so that I see 
nothing but colors and pretty things and I start thinking that the ol' world 
isn't so bad after all.... 

"Anyhow, he rubbed his finger up and down in there, worked out on my clit a 
bit and got it hot with that digital action, and pretty soon he was huffing 
and puffing himself, working out like a goat climbing a rocky mountain, 
getting there, always getting higher and higher, never stopping to think 
about what would happen if he missed one rock and always working up higher 
till he gets to the top of that mountain. I loved that, loved the way he 
worked his way up my body with his fingers, and then he mounted me all 
together. 

"I think that was what I had been waiting for, Doctor. He took that big 
flesh needle of his and rammed it all the way down the throat of my 
twat-hole. He opened me up wide and shoved that huge pecker of his into my 
open hole. I don't even remember him taking it out, getting his pants off. 
That's how fast it happened. He just all of a sudden was on top of me and he 
wasn't huffing and puffing any more. He was just real quiet. 

And he was rocking up and down stuffing the biggest organ ever into my 
pussy. Mmmm, it was nice to be split like that, like a log stump, and turned 
into a nice juicy little daisy. I was all tame and his and ready for 
whatever he wanted to do. I spread my loins, my ample curvy thighs and my 
juicy lips so wide that I thought my body would soon be coming apart at the 
rear seam. I lifted my long smooth legs up in the air over his head so my 
feet were dangling above him, over his back, and I rocked up and down on 
that thick shaft until the whole thing entire was stuffed into my body, 
until there was none of it going unused by my pussy. He was mine, all mine, 
and I was glad of it, too. I like a big thick meat. 

"Well, the next thing I knew I was cuming. I wasn't just juicing, either. I 
was rocking and rolling and rubbing and tugging. The inside of my twat was 
crushing that man's penis with juice and flesh and everything nice. I know 
it was good for him because he was ooing and aahing and making just about 
every conceivable sound that you could think of, and he was also flooding my 
insides with hot creamy pudding. It as a perfect shot, every spurt of which 
ticked off a tingle in the back of my vagina. I have to tell you that I 
loved that more than any other fucking that I can remember right now. I mean 
there I was, my legs up in the air, my naked thighs pressed against his 
shoulders and my thighs spread so wide that a bull cock could have fit in 
there three times over, but this guy out of the newspaper advertisement had 
filled me up. Jesus fucking Christ! What more could a horny little housewife 
bitch ask for? I ask you, Doctor: what could be finer? 

"Well, I'll tell you. Not finer, but certainly right on up there on the list 
of nice things to do was my third newspaper acquaintance, Claire. That 
right, Doctor, a woman! Oh, she was pretty. She had small titties with big 
red nipples which became so hard that they thrust out at you like finger 
tips. They were very, very pretty when they turned so rosy and hot. And her 
legs, Claire's legs, they were as smooth as ivory tusks and beige like 
tanned leather. Her hide was the smoothest flesh I ever touched. I'm not a 
Lesbian, Doctor, but that girl Claire nearly convinced me that it wouldn't 
be a bad thing to do.... 

"It happened like this: it was another horny afternoon in front of the 
classifieds. I didn't know what to do,-to Dial-A-Dick or to suffer the 
slings and no flesh arrows of being a horny little housewifey with no prong 
to fill her holster. Hubby was not due home for two days, out of town on 
business, having a grand old time fucking his brains out, no doubt, in some 
summer village off the coast of Maine. Frankly, I didn't care and I still 
don't. I gave in to my lusty urge and picked up the paper and found an ad 
which appealed to my hot appetite. It was listed as Call Claire For Some Fun 
In The Sun. I could hardly refuse that one. 

"I called and she said she had an appointment already that afternoon, but 
she would take my number and call me back. I told her I was needy and that I 
couldn't possibly wait. She said she would call me back in a minute if she 
could cancel her earlier appointment, which, it goes without saying, she was 
able to do. Not long after there was a knocking at my door, something gently 
and friendly three times in a row on the wood clapper, and I answered with a 
soft smile on my moist hungry lips. It was, of course, Claire. 

"She stood there waiting for me to ask her in. I was temporarily dumbfounded 
by the sight of so pretty a young woman. She had on a short skirt which 
ended slightly above the knee. It wrapped neatly around her waist and held 
tucked in place a three-button see-through blouse which split down the 
middle to reveal the soft round hillocks she called her breasts. They were, 
taken together, no more than a child's handful of lusty pink flesh, but the 
nipples made up the lion's share of her limited endowment and somehow 
camouflaged the fact that she was basically flat chested. I liked her 
immediately. What she lacked in breast meat I would make up with my own 
large heating mammaries. I asked her in. 

"She had a pretty voice with a lyrical swell which came out in unusually 
staccato rhythm. Here and there in the middle of a sentence she would cease 
speaking, abruptly cut off her words and yet one felt like the thought and 
emotion of what she was saying had been made as complete as possible. It. 
was like listening to a jazz flutist. 

"As for her face it was pleasantly ovular with a pink cast. Her almond 
shaped eyes were green and dazzlingly bright and crystal clear like lake 
water. Her slender nose spread and turned upwards at the nostrils leaving 
two little holes, like the finger slots in a bowling ball. Her mouth was 
prettily done up in lipstick, bright red, and she had some combination of 
aqua and forest green mascara above her eyes. I wanted her from the moment I 
saw her. I could feel juice trickle from between my pussy lips, sliding down 
along one leg, preparing me for the up and coming fuck session, my first 
with a human being of my same female sex. It was too exciting for words.... 

"After a few words of quiet introduction we went to the bedroom. There 
Claire undressed and showed me her slender opening, her pretty ruby lips and 
her lovely inner hole. She sat on the side of the bed and pulled her legs 
wide open. Then she rocked backwards on her spine and revealed, while 
holding her ankles with her hands, that delightful little bunghole which I 
shall never be able to forget. I fell to my knees and immediately devoured 
that splendid aperture, gave it my all, filled it with long hot wet tongue 
muscle. She nearly flipped for me because of that, and from then on my every 
desire was consummately fulfilled. I loved every minute of it. 

"She gave me a handsome eat-out, Doctor, easily as good as anything my male 
lovers ever gave me. She used her tongue like a pro. She rubbed and slid 
with it, rocked up and down on my clitoris and used her cheeks, her soft 
rosy cheeks, to press and massage and fondle the inside of my thighs which 
are sensitive to caresses that I nearly came from that precious feel. I was 
excited beyond belief and the flow of hot juice from my cunt emphasized that 
fact to both Claire and myself. It was everything I could do to keep from 
screaming out my frenzied delight. 

"When the time came, I had several orgasms in a row. Claire knew what to do 
to make me last that way. She worked her hands around and around on my chest 
until my titties were as full of lust and heat as could be. My nipples were 
up and at attention, just waiting to be pinched off, and sure enough Claire 
took care of that, too. She rubbed down my hot little titty tips and she 
kneaded my big fat mammaries. It was nothing for her to continue eating me 
out at the same time. She was one of the lustiest creatures of the face of 
the earth, I'm sure. 

"After that first polyorgasm event, I lay in a pile of spent seething wet 
flesh. I was sweating from every pore of my body. I had yielded completely 
to my erotic drives, giving everything, taking everything, and now I was 
paying for it, catching up with myself, or at least trying to. Claire, from 
time to time, would find energy somewhere, energy which she used on me, 
puckering her lips and kissing my fallen nipples, caressing my big flat 
boobies with her wet tongue, rubbing me with her fresh smooth palms. I 
didn't know where she found her fabulous endurance and strength, but I was 
happy for it as I felt her arouse in me, once again, that tremendous desire 
for flesh made erotic. 

"I found myself happily aroused and turned on her, I pushed her down flat on 
the bed and shoved my tongue up between those delightfully thick glistening 
twat lips. If I had been turned on by Claire's eat out of me, then it stood 
to reason that she would gain a similar thrill by my rubbing her clit in the 
same manner. I took it upon myself to give her the best possible scrubbing. 

With all the care of a coddling nurse for a new-born infant, I stretched my 
tongue out and wrapped it, curled it around that fleshy little pointer, 
Claire's clit. I rubbed up and down on that thing, greased it as many times 
in a row as possible. I rubbed with my tongue and chewed with my lips on 
Claire's tender clit. The thing began twitching and she spread her legs 
wildly to permit me even more room to work my oral magic. It only took a 
moment or two to pop off that little button of sweet flesh, and sooner than 
I thought Claire began to quake, to shiver and tremble with hot flesh chills 
which went scrambling up and down her pretty pink body. 

"I noticed that my own breasts were very hot. The nipples were upright and 
needy of a pressing massage. I leaned down close to Claire's thighs and used 
my chest to go for a stimulating rub, stimulating for both of us and 
extremely exciting. When I managed to lodge my tongue all the way up inside 
Claire's tender pussy, that's when she started screaming at me, yelling and 
twisting and shouting, thrusting her hips up and down on my mouth and 
wiggling like some sort of terrified impaled worm. But I kept skewering her 
tender pussy lips with my thick mouth muscle and when I thought she could 
stand it no longer, I climbed up on top of her body and kissed her on the 
lips with that very same clit-wet tongue of mine, I Frenched her mouth and 
used one hand way down below, between those fabulous succulent legs, plied 
open her pussy and filled her narrow trough with my bony finger. What else, 
after all, did I have to offer her? 

"It wasn't long after that when she started cuming. Any fool would have been 
able to tell that she was at the height of her heat. Her loins sweated and 
her hips gyrated around and around on my long middle phallic-like finger. 
Her ass hole was contracting and expanding quickly. I took advantage of that 
little dark hole when it was open and stuffed a fiery finger up there, just 
to make sure that Claire was satisfied in every way possible. I didn't want 
to take any chances in that regard. Do you know that right then she 
explained to me that it was in her anus that she preferred me to work? That 
it was there, in her tight little bunghole that she loved to have a finger 
of love, a digit, a phallus, anything at all. I naturally persisted, then, 
in filling her full of my drilling digit. It was the only kind thing to do. 

"A moment later her orgasm was over. She flopped down all dead weight. I let 
her go and rolled over into a slightly more comfortable position. My nipples 
were extremely hard just then, and I knew exactly why. I lay there 
somnambulant and exorcised of some terrified sexual banshee. Like a genie, 
an aromatic cloud of lust drifted up and out from between my loins and left 
me still, comforted. 

"Not long afterwards I opened my eyes. I hadn't even realized that I had 
fallen softly to sleep. I looked around. You know what I discovered. 
Luscious Claire was no longer there. Her fresh pink flesh, her supple and 
comely loins, her delicious wet beaver-those pure, ruby red lips-her soft 
skin and her moist touch ... she was gone, everything, all of that sensuous 
flesh had disappeared. 

"I found a note on the kitchen table which explained her sudden departure. 
She hadn't wanted to wake me, but she knew that my hubby was due home any 
minute and decided to leave before there were any terrible fireworks. I 
appreciated her having done that for only an instant after I'd read her note 
my husband's car pulled up in the driveway. I was glad that Claire had had 
the good sense to think for herself. She was gone, for the time being, and I 
would be left to greet and treat hubby as though I were the most constant 
wife alive. It was all very, very fine indeed. 

"The reason I came here, Doctor, is to see what you think of someone like 
me, someone who's married and who gets to fuck a lot of different people. Do 
you think I shouldn't spread my legs and let those men fuck my twat? Do you 
think I shouldn't spend so much time hopping from one bed to another? You 
tell me, Doctor. After all, you're the one who's supposed to know and 
all...." 

 CASE NUMBER SEVEN: Pamela T. 

"My husband and I were married for two years before I ever fooled around on 
him. I always thought that I was the kind of a woman who would never do 
anything like that But then one day when I was out working in the front lawn 
a man came by. His name was Willy and he was a big man with a big face with 
angled features. I don't know what it was about that man, but I think it was 
the shape of his jaw. He knew that I had looked at him that certain way and 
he knew that I would do anything he asked me to, even though I was standing 
there in front of my husband's house and wearing a wedding ring. He stopped 
and looked at me. 

"I was wearing my shorts and my legs were plainly visible. He could see me 
all the way up to my loins and even then a little. I stopped pulling on the 
rake and leaned on it. Just to make sure that he understood my meaning I ran 
my hand up and down the wooden pole handle of the rake. He didn't even 
bother watching me do that. He just looked at my body as if I was under 
inspection. And really I was, just like him. Then he started walking again 
and didn't look back. 

"The next day, though, he came back. He knocked on the door. He must have 
waited to see when my husband would leave. He explained to me that his name 
was Willy and that he liked me the moment he saw me. I was wearing a skirt 
and a blouse that day. He looked at my bug bust line and I saw him blush. 
That's when I asked him in, on that blush. I looked around behind him to 
make sure that none of my nosey neighbors were watching us. When I was sure 
that there wasn't anyone who had seen Willy come into my house I shut the 
door and locked it. 

"I told him all about my lonely life with Craig. Craig is my husband, 
Doctor, and I hate him. At first everything was very nice with him, but I 
found out afterwards that he was using me all along. He's that kind of 
person. I don't mind saying that I think my husband really eats shit. We 
fell out of love and that was that. Of course we lived together after that 
and that is why I am so miserable sometimes. 

"Anyhow, I told all of this wife-like trouble to Willy. He was very 
sympathetic. He told me that he understood, that he had met many women like 
myself who hated their husbands or weren't getting along very well, and that 
it didn't matter to him at all. He just liked me. I thanked him for that and 
led the way into the bedroom. He followed close behind and before we got 
there he took me in his arms and hugged me. He gave me such a fine kiss on 
the lips that I was ready to do anything he wanted. I started to slide down 
on my hands and knees between his legs and he told me to get up, that he did 
want me to suck him off but that we would get undressed first. We went the 
rest of the way into the bedroom where I turned off the lights and pulled 
the shades. It wasn't completely dark in there because it was afternoon 
outside. 

"Willy took my blouse off first. He saw what large and pretty titties I have 
and took a deep breath. I liked watching him slide down onto them and kiss 
around the place where my bra was. He reached around behind me with one hand 
and unclicked the buckle of my brassiere. It was strange to have an 
unfamiliar face working out on my titties, but it was strange in a very nice 
way, if you know what I mean, Doctor. Well, anyhow, I let him enjoy himself 
on my chest. He sucked on my titty tips for quite some time, licked them, 
rubbed his lips on them, used his hands to squeeze and massage my big creamy 
breasts. I was covered with hickeys when he finished. (Not really. There 
were just two, and one was shaped like a little heart ... ) 

"He went sliding down around my waist. That's when he really got passionate. 
He slipped his hands up under my skirt and worked his fingers down between 
my thighs. He opened me up that way and rubbed on my legs. I have to tell 
you, Doctor, that I really enjoyed that rubbing on my legs. It was first 
class. 

"Pretty soon he had his finger wiggling between my pussy lips. He got that 
digit up high inside me and went for a little dive in my tube. He knew just 
how to get in there, just how to get me going with his rubbing and sliding. 
It was quite an enjoyable rubbing. I have to say that. He knew how to 
finger-fuck my cunt much better than my husband ever did. It's not that he 
was that much better, come to think of it, but that he was different. You 
know what I'm talking about? Just that it was a different finger making me 
made the whole thing more enjoyable. 

"Anyhow, pretty soon we were both naked. He went sliding his hands up and 
down my body, all over it. He worked on my mammaries and my hips and between 
my legs, He didn't have to think twice about giving my rump a nice little 
massage, either. He used his finger to scratch out my sphincter, and it 
wasn't long after that when he took to kissing my buttocks. Yes sir, he 
kissed my ass, Doctor, and that's something my husband never ever did. It 
tickled, kind of, you know? I liked it. 

"He went kissing me all around my pelvis after that. And I let him, too! 
After all, if a man kisses a woman's ass he must really have some affection 
for her, I would say. He went kissing on my hips and I told him he could 
kiss me anywhere he wanted to. He did, too, just about everyplace you can 
think of, on my legs, on the tops of my thighs, on my loins and on my mound 
and on my twat lips. He was all over me with his mouth and kissing me 
everywhere. It felt like he was just one big mouth giving me the biggest 
Frenching ever! 

"When he got up close to my face I knew I was in for some real excitement. I 
could feel that steely rod of his pressing down between my thighs. It was 
scratching up close along my pubic hairs and getting ready to go diving down 
into the flesh deep. I wasn't about to stop him, either. He was really going 
to do me up right, I guess. I urged him to fill me up with that thing. I 
reached around his waist, for one thing, and took hold of his hips and felt 
him deciding whether to go slow or not. I felt his hips turning in my hands, 
like he was getting ready to do some pretty heavy sliding, like he was going 
to set that spear of his all the way into my hole. I knew it was going to 
happen, too. I knew he was going to give me the entire mushroom head at 
once. He had decided, and presto-down he went, charging it into me like a 
battering ram, filling me up and plunging himself into the greatest hair pie 
he ever did get. I sucked on his member with my wet labia lips. He must have 
thought he was getting some terrific suck-head from the way I was going 
about giving it to him. I mean I was everywhere on that flesh pole, rubbing 
and tugging and pulling and making him with all the sucking strength my body 
had to offer him. It was nothing to go sliding and pressing up and down on 
that thick thing and feel it throbbing at the same time. Jesus, I felt good 
all over. It was really something. 

"When he had finally had that pogo-stick rod all the way down inside me, 
touching home base, I pulled on his ass cheeks and wouldn't let him go. He 
moaned and groaned and sobbed about how good it was to have a real woman, 
and I told him, Willy, you can have this real woman any time you want. I 
kind of whispered that in his ear so that he would know it was the truth. 
But you know what, Doctor? He fucked me one more time and then he 
disappeared out of my life forever. 

Just as suddenly as he had come into my line of sight that day when I was 
working out on the lawn, that's the way he walked off my front porch, giving 
me a kiss and lifting his hat just a little off his head and disappearing. I 
guess you might say that I was just a one day stand for him or something. 

"But that was the first time I ever fooled around. Yes indeed. I'll never 
forget that at all. Craig, he never knew about that one. Not that I would 
have cared if that ass hole had ever known anything about my love life. It 
just didn't make any difference after a couple of years. 

"I looked in the mirror the other day. I've been married for nearly three 
years now, Doctor, and I'm twenty years old. I looked in the mirror and I 
saw myself pretty much as I really am. I think I still have a nice body. 
Actually, most girls don't get married at all until they're my age. So, if I 
wanted to, I could not tell anybody about this first marriage and go back 
out there in the real world and have myself a few flings while I was looking 
for the really right man. It's plain to see that my present husband is such 
an thug and a jack-off that I wouldn't want anything more to do with him 
than would be necessary. What an ass hole I must have been even to think 
about marrying him before. He's such a scum bag! 

"Let me tell you, though, about some of the people I've met since I started 
to fool around. But wait! Wasn't I telling you about what I looked like in 
the mirror? I just have to tell you what I saw. My body is still pretty! You 
know that? My tits are very shapely and my legs are smooth too. My nipples 
are always upright and ready for whatever kind of sex a man wants to have 
with me. And something more, too: my hips and my loins give off a very nice 
smell. You know, Doctor, or at least you should, that many people get 
together strictly on the basis of smell. Well, I can tell you right now that 
any man who kisses my pelvis and smells my twat will have no complaints! 
None of that fish odor for me, none of that awful smelly sheet rot when a 
man is done screwing in my box. No sir! 

"Alright, now I'll tell you about the men I've fucked since I started 
fooling around on my hubby. First there was Willy, as I told you a moment 
ago. Then let's see. Who came next? It wasn't Drake or Maxwell or ... oh, 
yes, now I remember! It was Bart. Bart was the next one. Oh, Bart! What a 
sweetheart he turned out to be. I get the chills just thinking about some of 
the things we used to do. For instance....." and then there was the time 
when he took me naked into the sauna. I mean that just had to be one of the 
most fabulous sexual experiences I ever had. He spread me out on the floor 
of that hot box and jammed his cock so hard into my hole that I thought I 
was going to end up nailed on the wall of that little room like a plaque. 
You know what I mean, Doctor? Did you ever screw a woman that hard before? 
So hard that you thought you might be breaking her cunt open like a 
pomegranate? Well, that's how Bart fucked my body that night in that sauna. 
He just crammed as much of that eight inch horn of his all the way into my 
hanger and didn't think about letting go until it was orgasm time. I felt 
like climbing the walls and if Bart hadn't been on top of me I probably 
would have. It was just so cherry a fucking in my pussy that I couldn't 
believe it at all.... 

"Another time Bart took me in a swimming pool. Do you believe it? He said it 
wasn't all that hot for him, but it was terrific for my clitoris. There was 
so much friction, just from the rubbing of his joint on my pussy hole, and 
so much rubbing when he smashed me up against the tiled wall of the pool 
that I thought I was going to bleed at the same time that I started cuming 
on his rod head. He really did know his stuff, and he also knew how to keep 
that joint muscle of his popping and sliding in my body. That was about one 
of the nicest things he ever did for me. You know that? 

"Well, another time he fucked me so hard-it was on a water bed-that my twat 
did get sore. I looked down that time, down between my legs and I saw that 
hairy monster meat of his poking in and out of my hole and I knew for sure 
that I was going to be going hog wild if I could keep bouncing up and down 
under him. But it was too much for me, too much pressure, and too much meat. 
It was like having a tempered bit drill my flesh until I turned red hot I 
needed more lubrication but I was pretty much fucked out so it wasn't 
possible. I just laid there and groaned while he broke me down and spent 
everything there was of my vagina. I was so Godawful after that that I 
thought I had been fucked into a crematorium or something. I didn't know 
where I was or what I was doing. It stank like fish shit in that bed because 
it was such a bad fuck for me. I think that was the only time my pussy gave 
off a bad smell. I was just broken, that's all, and there wasn't any 
screwing left in my body at all. I felt like an old, old fart who couldn't 
even stink up the room any more. I was just a sound with no purpose at all. 
I was like a bad wind out on the dessert, and I knew it and Bart knew it and 
that was the last time we saw each other, too. It just had to be that way. I 
don't know why, but it's true. But my juicy twat hole will never forget that 
big meat of his-that's for sure. He was my kind of man, if you know what I 
mean, Doctor. 

"My next lover was a child. I'll tell you up front he was a young boy. I may 
be very young by some standards since I'm only twenty, but if you stop to 
think about it, a thirteen year old boy is mighty young. I call him a child. 

"His name was Gardner. I don't know why anyone would call a young boy 
Gardner, but that's what they called him. He stopped at my house one day 
when he was selling some sort of charity cookies for the City Council. I 
thought for sure he was at least seventeen when I first saw him. I don't 
think it would have made a bit of difference if I'd known his real age from 
the beginning, but the fact is that he was thirteen and I didn't know that 
when I first laid eyes on him. I did like what he looked like and that's 
what was important about young Gardner. He had big legs and nice arms, thick 
biceps and the prettiest blue eyes you ever did see in a young lad. I don't 
know why God gives such nice looks to the young since they really don't know 
what to do with it anyhow ... but he does, and Gardner was one of his most 
precious gifts ... to me, that is. 

"I asked the boy in and said that I would see if I could fins some money to 
donate to his City Council's Fund Raising Drive, and in the meantime I was 
thinking of ways to get that prick of that boy's raised up, too. I decided 
that I had to get him touching and feeling me up without his knowing that he 
was doing that. I didn't know, though, that the boy had eyes for me, 
otherwise I wouldn't have gone to so much trouble. 

"What I did was show him in the kitchen a place where there was a big pipe 
that I couldn't get the wrench on and if he would help me get that thing 
loose, then I would be happy to make a small contribution to the charity 
drive. It seemed only fair to me. Now the boy was no dummy. He said right 
off that regardless of whether or not I made a contribution he would work on 
my pipes. I liked the way that sounded, 'work on your pipes', and I told him 
that he could forget about the wrench and all if he would just go doing a 
little rubbing against my body. I told him that I was a very needy charity 
and that he wouldn't likely find another hungry wife like myself so needy 
and all. And he said back to me that he didn't imagine he could be that 
lucky twice in one day. You know I was just about as flabbergasted as a 
young woman ever gets when he pressed his lips up close to mine and filled 
my mouth with one of the nicest French kisses a girl could ever ask for. And 
I thought he was young and inexperienced! Really he was just coy and clever, 
eh Doctor? 

"Well, that kiss led from one thing to another, one thing being we were 
standing up and another being that we ended up laying down right there on 
the kitchen floor, me with my skirt hitching all the way up over my hips and 
that boy not the least bit slow to slide down between my legs and take 
advantage of my nakedness, somehow starting me up like an old engine, 
revving me with a good cranking, getting my case to shifting gears and 
picking up speed, pumping, humping, grinding up into his crotch and working 
myself into a fabulous fury, the likes of which are hard to come by when 
you're alone in a housewife capacity most of the day long. I could feel his 
muscle tightening and I could also feel everything else in his body going to 
work in just the way it was meant to work, rubbing and sliding and making 
sense out of that early afternoon. 

"By the time another minute went by I had my naked body against his naked 
body. It was a nice feeling, cool and warm at the same time, and changing, 
too-changing from cool to warm to hot, like as if we were some sort of body 
fluid left out in the sun to heat up. And it happened fast, also, faster 
than you could imagine, because before I knew it I was pumping my groin into 
his groin, enjoying just about everything there was about his body to enjoy 
and even then some. 

"He had his young fingers squeezing my titties. I think he like nipples best 
because that's where he stayed with his fingers and his lips and his tongue, 
on my nipples, rubbing and sliding and kissing me like there was no 
tomorrow. I have to say that I really did enjoy that kissing by that child 
on my nipples. 

"He went from there down, down between my long smooth legs, filling my twat 
with all that tongue muscle of his, rubbing me with all the tongue he could 
get in there, and I gave him back, naturally, all the stiff meat he could 
ever hope to have. He used two lips to sandwich that thing. It was 
twitching. He rubbed it with his tongue, and then he swallowed on it and 
tugged it back and forth. I have a long clit and he didn't have much trouble 
at all keeping track of that slippery little piece of meat. Until I took to 
bouncing my pelvis up and down in his mouth, giving him a good run for his 
money. After all, like I said, I felt I was a pretty damn needy charity and 
I knew for sure that this boy could satisfy me if he would only give it a 
try. 

"He did more than try, Doctor. He gave me just about all that any woman 
could ask for. It wasn't long after he ate my twat that he was fucking it, 
jamming his cock muscle inside me and rubbing up and down like an old pro. 
Imagine, that little boy was jumping on me like a big man, boner and all, 
stuffing me full of hot prick. I reached down to his bare rump and took hold 
of it. I pulled him down hard, jammed him into me even deeper. I figured 
that it was the best thing to do, that if I was going to get caught for 
caging up a little boy that I may as well get caught for taking all seven 
inches of his big penis instead of just four or five. So I pumped his rump 
with my finger and down he went, flooding my flesh market with fresh hot 
meat. He used a roast to get me heated. It was all beef, as plentiful a 
supply of hot cock muscle as ever there was. I loved every inch of it, every 
bounce, slide, tickle, rub, touch, taste, wetness, jam, cram, squeeze, pinch 
and fondle that that boy was willing to give me. I loved all the rubs and 
all the slides, not just the ones that made me feel good but the ones that 
made me tell him that he had to go slow. I loved the ones that missed all 
together and I loved the rubs and the pokes that went way down my flesh 
canyon and into my womb to hurt me. I loved the ones that I couldn't feel as 
much as I loved the ones that I could. That, Doctor, is what a little boy 
does to me. Just makes me melt. That's all. Melts me like butter...."...." 
and the next time I fucked Red-that's what I called him, Red-was a year 
later. He had improved somehow over all the other lovers I had, and we both 
knew it. He could send that flesh muscle down my tube and make me cum so 
fast that, well, I guess I just don't have to tell you that I loved him like 
he was my own hubby ... even though of course I don't love my own hubby ... 
but that's neither here nor there...." 

"Let me see if I can tell you who filled my twat the best. I think it 
was...." 

 CASE NUMBER EIGHT: Jane L. 

"I guess maybe it was my own fault. I was undressing in front of a mirror 
and I didn't realize that anyone could see in from the street. My husband 
was away for the week. He was away on business. I had some time to myself, 
finally, for the first time since we had married which was two years before. 
I was taking advantage of that time to myself by taking a look at myself, 
just to see what kind of changes my body was going through by being married. 

"As far as I could tell everything was about the same. My tits were even a 
little larger, I thought, perhaps from taking the pill. One especially nice 
thing to see was that my nipples were upright, as I slipped out of my 
blouse. I don't wear a bra so the first thing I saw were my big hanging 
mammaries and those nice hot tips all cherry red and raring to go. I didn't 
know what to make of that. I thought I was horny even before I started 
undressing, but I didn't realize I was that horny. I thought maybe a little 
clit-racking-that's what I call it when I masturbate-I thought maybe some 
clit-cracking would do it for me. But when I saw how I looked when I took 
off my skirt, how my bush was all hot and juicy looking, well, I knew right 
then that I was a lot hornier than just a little bit. But I didn't realize 
that anyone was watching. That's for sure. If I'd known that someone was 
watching I certainly wouldn't have behaved that way at all. 

"What I did, though, was to look really closely at myself in the mirror. I 
looked at how my lips were open and how my eyes were bright and shiny and 
how my hair was long and silky and blonde like always. I wanted someone, 
anyone, to take me in his arms. I just leaned forward and pressed my lips 
against my own mouth, kissed myself and really enjoyed that. I don't know 
why-it was only a piece of glass-but I felt like I was kissing another human 
being. 

"It was just then that I began to feel like I was being watched. I didn't 
know where that feeling was coming from, but I closed the curtain to the 
bedroom window. I started back for the mirror. I still had that funny 
feeling, that sense of being looked at by a stranger or by some pair of eyes 
that I didn't recognize as belonging to my husband. I stood there still for 
just a moment. I didn't know why I was standing still listening but I knew 
that I should wait, even if nothing happened. The doorbell rang. 

"I made my way through the house while I slipped on a robe. I arrived to 
find at the front a strange face, and I don't know if my mistake was in 
talking to that strange face or what. I asked him what he wanted. He said 
that he was a friend of my husband, that he knew me well, that he wondered 
if he could leave a note for my husband. I told him certainly and opened the 
door. He smiled when I opened the door and somehow I knew that the strange 
eyes which had been inspecting my body were his. They were clear and honest, 
but they were also piercing and devilishly sexy. I wanted right then to deny 
myself the opportunity which would soon be knocking at my box. 

"I told him that I would have to find a pencil and paper. He said that he 
would be happy to help me. I told him that usually things like that were in 
the kitchen. He followed me there after shutting the door. He was a few 
steps behind me when I turned around and told him point blank: 'You are no 
friend of my husband, you merely want to make love to me, and that is 
alright. But you mustn't hurt me and you must promise to tell no one that we 
have met and behaved as we will.' He reached out and pulled me by my hands 
toward him. My chest, naked and heated under the scanty robe, pressed 
against his body. He held me tight while we kissed. 

"A moment later we were on the floor in a lover's embrace. He had his pants 
down around his ankles and I had my robe torn open. He worked his crotch up 
and down next to mine, rubbed his penis at my mound and he made sure that my 
twat was getting the kind of a rubbing that could only make me hotter and 
lustier. I could feel his joint in there going against my clit. That, I 
think, more than anything, made me excited. I held him, this stranger who I 
had only just met, in my arms. I held him tight and pressed my pelvis up 
against his member. His grinding hips worked away at getting me hotter and 
lustier than ever. It was quite exciting to be having such a relationship 
with a completely unknown man. He didn't even tell me his name. 

"He used his hands to rub my ass cheeks. He thought nothing of burying a 
finger in my bowels. He went all the way in at one point, and he didn't stop 
when he arrived at territory previously unscrewed. He just kept rubbing and 
tugging on that sphincter muscle. A moment later he had his cock inserted 
between my two pussy lips. He was sliding back and forth against my 
clitoris, using me like a rag doll, flipping me up and down under his 
passionate body, making me into a bag of heat j-d sex. I was ready to cum 
only seconds after his wand.. touched my vagina. I found that extremely 
satisfying and I wondered how it was that a complete stranger, a man I had 
never met before in my life, had been able to so easily satisfy me. It was 
uncanny. 

"A moment later I let loose of my long undulating interior twat muscles. 
They went rubbing and sliding up and down on that man's rubbery tool. The 
thick hot flesh of his sex member rubbed at my twat and made me quite juicy 
and very lusty. I thought for sure that I might very well be going out of my 
mind when I started to juice up and down on his tool. I lifted my legs and 
gave him all of my twat to rifle with his pounding, throbbing muscle. He did 
know how to fuck, and he did know how to make me cum. I juiced several times 
in a row on that big hearty mushroom head of his, and then he came, shot off 
like a roman candle and set the sparks flying in my cock-crammed cunt. I 
loved every second of it. It was good squirting from a powerful muscle that 
didn't know the meaning of the word q-u-i-t. 

"Fuck Number Two with the incredible super stranger was just as exciting as 
Fuck Number One. For the second penetrating stab to my body he chose my ass 
hole as the proper conduit. First he prepped it. He took juice from my pussy 
and spread it around. He used a lot of lubricant to get it good and greasy. 
I didn't believe how much he used. He kept spreading it all around. He got 
it in my crack and in the hole, too. He didn't waste time, either. He got 
some going up and down in the hole and in the canyon part. I don't know why, 
but he rubbed it into my cheeks, too. I guess he was a pro or something. At 
least he got me good and wet like he knew what he was doing. My ass felt so 
hot, like it was burning up. You know what I mean? Like it was going to 
explode or something. 

"And then he crammed that big thick tool in there. Well, you know I thought 
for sure I was going to die. I was on my hands and knees on that floor and 
he was rubbing that huge thing down my arse. My ass flesh was smoldering and 
smoking out that thing. It was so fucking damn hot that I was rolling around 
on my belly when he finally got it all the way in and I was screaming like a 
baby, saying to him that he was a no good fucking ass raping ass hole and 
that if he ever treated me like that again- 

"But I knew there would be no 'again' and so did he. He just kept pounding 
that powerful tool into my hole, rubbing and sliding and jamming. It was the 
same to him as my twat even though it was smaller and tighter. I mean he 
didn't see any difference at all between my buns and my twat. Isn't that 
something, Doctor, that he didn't know the difference? I thought so. 

"Any how, he got that jack-off spray he was looking for because I couldn't 
stop him. He had that joint of his all the way up inside, shoved up good 
like a cork in a wine bottle and he wasn't about to let up. I started 
contracting my interior rump muscle because I knew that if I could get my 
bunghole to squeeze him off that it would be all over. So I swiveled my hips 
and cranked my bottom, and I shook my buns on that thick rod, but it still 
took an eternity to get that man to blast off inside me. I don't know when 
it happened even because I passed out. It was just in there one minute and 
not in there in the next. 

"And it was the same with that man. One minute he was in my house and the 
next minute he was gone, just as quick as when he rang my bell. I looked 
around and he was gone, gone with the wind or something. But there was one 
thing that wasn't gone. That was the feeling he had put into my body. 
Because that was the first time I had ever done something that way that 
didn't have to do with my husband, and it had felt much better than a lot of 
things that I had done with my husband. I didn't know what to do, to cry, to 
laugh, to try and forget. All I knew was that the stranger was gone, that I 
had told him to go that way when we first started, that I had no way to get 
in touch with him, and that I had begun already to miss that feeling, that 
big healthy cock rubbing in my twat and in my ass hole. It was one of the 
loneliest feelings I could think of. 

"The next day I tried to put it out of my mind. I cleaned the house five 
times, swept the kitchen, mopped and waxed the floor. I polished my wedding 
silver and I shined the gold on my wedding band. I even tried on my wedding 
dress in the mirror. It looked exactly the same as on the day I married, but 
in my mind, standing next to me in the mirror, in my hallucination of my 
marriage day done over, there was that same stranger standing next to me. I 
fell down on the bed in a heap of tears and cried myself to sleep. 

"When I came awake again it was night. I put the wedding gown away and 
showered. I gave myself a little bit of a clit-cracking in hopes of 
relieving the terrible anxiety I had begun to feel. But it was no good. In 
my loins and in my heart there was an emptiness that I could no longer 
stand. There was the feel of a twat gone sour, a heart gone slow. I needed 
and longed for another meat, the meat of the stranger, and I wanted him to 
go rubbing and sliding and pressing his fabulous sexy joint wedge against my 
body. It would take a while to find him, I knew, but I also knew that I 
would never find him if I didn't start looking now. After all, he had to 
live or work somewhere in the neighborhood. 

"I dressed to kill. I had planned to make my way through every bar, to visit 
every possible place that he could be. By midnight I had been to all of the 
local clubs that I could think of and I hadn't had a trace of the stranger. 
I'd asked bartenders and customers at every place I went to if they had seen 
a man fitting the stranger's description. But none had even the vaguest 
recollection of such a person and I began to feel that it was a hopeless 
cause. 

"I accepted, at the last bar, in invitation of a young man to join him for a 
drink. He had dark eyes and dark hair and he was very sympathetic to my 
problem. He didn't seem to mind the fact that I was looking for another man, 
that I was married-I still wore my ring-and that I had the look of despair 
on my face which could only indicate a broken and irreparable heart. I sat 
down with him and took two drinks, one right after another. 

"Doctor, I don't have to go into the details. Suffice it to say that, 
lonely, despondent, empty-hearted and without the consul of my husband, I 
took yet another man home with me to my empty bed. The young man was all too 
willing to provide me with a full-bodied tempered meat which satisfied my 
physical longing but did nothing for my heart's terrible crave. Of course, I 
took full advantage of that steely muscle, of the way it went sailing up and 
down in my crotch, the way it pressed between my labia and filled me with 
hot desire. I made sure that I got my hands around his buttocks and a finger 
into his anus, just for a little tickling, mind you. And I made sure that 
when he rocked that mighty shaft up and down so that it went impaling me, 
that I went rocking back on it, getting that mushroom head squeezed and 
rubbed, tugging on the shaft, working out on the thick rooty base. It didn't 
take long at all for me to get at least a piece of what I had wanted that 
night. 

"And after that I was only too happy to appease that young man's interest in 
my asshole. He wanted to crack my buns and fill the bunghole below. And why 
not? I was in a similar mood, if I do say so myself. I wanted to be 
ravished. I wanted to be defiled. I wanted my body pinned to the sheets, my 
legs spread open wide and my anus filled with all the pounding and hammering 
cock muscle that he could give me. I wanted to feel my sphincter torn up and 
shredded. If he wanted to use leather snakes, to beat and whip me until I 
bled, that would be fine too. It didn't matter anymore, not in the least. 

"So I submitted. I gave way to his jacking stiff rod. I reached back and 
spread my big creamy globes. He had only to lift his joint into the proper 
attitude and down he would go. I showed him exactly where to be. He took 
advantage of that position, shoved forward and crowded the inside of my 
bunghole with all of his hot penis. It was delightful, for him that is, and 
for me it was agony, agony of the sort which relieves the heart of some 
terrible loneliness and ache. It was good to have pain in my ass hole 
because it distracted me from the terrible hurt in my rent soul. Jesus, it 
was good! 

"I felt the leak in my twat when he gouged me out with a long bony digit. He 
went sliding in there. I don't know how he did it. But he got his finger 
going against my clit. That got me hotter than I thought I could get, given 
my emotional state. But off I went, nevertheless, jamming on that finger, 
enjoying his rod in my butt, wondering where the stranger had gone to, 
wondering if it mattered at all now. I was getting reamed in my ass hole 
with a jumbo-sized tool and it felt like I would never come down from it. I 
was enjoying myself again. 

"Pretty soon I felt his meat begin to throb. The thing shot off and it 
squirted that jism juice down my tube into a big puddling pool at the bottom 
of my canal. I could feel it get still and turn into a cum-lake in my colon. 
There was a lot of it there, and it was all sticky and wet. I liked it that 
way, and there was nothing that could have stopped me from enjoying that 
marvelous rod as it went pounding inside me. Oh, God, Doctor, I was 
beginning to wonder if I wasn't the worst sort of tramp alive. I thought 
that perhaps my mind had gone, that I was crazy and that I would be arrested 
for committing such sins. I thought that if my husband ever found out about 
what I had done in his absence that he would cut my throat and shred my 
eyeballs. I was frightened, but I was also enjoying the feel of my tight 
sphincter and bunghole muscles wrapped around a big stiff meat. It was going 
to be awfully nice to have that pounding thing going full blast inside my 
anus, cuming inside me from time to time. Once, twice, it just wasn't 
enough. I was going to need more, more fucking and more action than was 
possible to imagine. 

"When he pulled that big flesh pistol out of my butt end I told him that I 
hadn't had enough. I turned around and went down onto the head of his 
mushroom pecker. I sucked it up into place and rolled it up and down between 
my lips. I worked it over until the whole thing was clean and wet like a 
whistle washed in water. I was sure that his machine was ready for more when 
I saw that sassy mushroom head turn bright and iridescent pink. I knew that 
spongy thing would be ready to get booming again. I wanted it down my tubes, 
like a big cannon firing off one ball after another. I turned around and 
pointed to my anus. He could not believe that I was so horny for it already. 
But then he didn't understand that I had lost my lover just the night 
before. 

"He might not have understood about the reasons for my terrific passion, but 
he did understand what I wanted. He mounted me again, this time thrusting 
his giant joint down my hole in one big stroke. The whole mushroom-headed 
phallus shot forward and filled me up like it was a broom handle. I loved 
it, loved feeling that long thick thing going for a deep slide in my narrow 
bunghole tube. After a stroke or two more, after a squeeze and a tug from my 
hugging interior muscles, and after a grunt or two, I pulled away, off of 
that huge stick. I wanted to try it in the other end. I showed him that by 
going back down on it, giving him some quick header and then by pushing him 
down on the ground. I shoved hard, too. He went down and looked at me with 
an expression of hurt on his face, like I was some Lesbian dyke pushing him 
around for her own satisfaction. I could only throw back my head and cackle 
at such nonsense. Then I climbed up onto his spike and took the head of it 
between my fingers. 'I want this thing inside me, baby,' I told him, and he 
knew what I meant by that I rubbed it up against my clitoris until I was 
just about to explode, and then I settled down all the way, squatted flat 
with my pelvis going flush with his groin. I loved the feel of that big 
flesh nail jamming up into place alongside my pussy-pecker, rubbing and 
greasing me up like there was no tomorrow at all. 

"Mmmm, Doctor, it was delicious! You know that? It was what counted for me. 
I had that hog head all the way up inside my vagina. Now I could go for the 
ride and the roll. I pressed my titties down next to his chest, reached 
under his buns with my hands and squeezed like I was taking a shit Only I 
wasn't getting rid of something, I was enjoying something. I was baring down 
hard on that hip phallus of his, rubbing it with my long interior pussy 
muscles, giving him a first class wet rubdown that he would never forget. I 
wanted him to come back, you see, Doctor. I wanted him to come back to me 
again and again and give me more of that thick meaty prong of his, more of 
that titty rubbing he was so fond of doing, more of that nipple tugging and 
French kissing. I loved all of it and I wanted to make sure that he knew he 
could come back to me whenever he wanted. After all, what good is a young 
wife if she can't get off every now and then with a complete stranger? 

"Well, to make a long story short, Doctor, I never did run into my stranger 
friend again. And my husband came back from business a few days later. He 
fucked me like a cyclone of passion. He was all hot and bothered to get that 
stick of his flying in and out of my twat I loved it. But I also loved 
thinking about the first stranger who had ever fucked me while my hubby was 
gone, and about the second stranger who had come along when I was feeling so 
blue. It made me feel like a real woman, like my twat hole was worth 
something, when I was able to think about that second young man wanting me 
all the time. 

"That's right He didn't just come and fuck me that night. It wasn't a 
one-night stand. It was much, much better than that He came around whenever 
my husband went away. I was always quick to get his penis out for him, too. 
I loved to suck on that thing, and as for getting it up my asshole or in my 
pussy, well, it goes without saying how I felt about that. I just loved to 
feel that grinder doing its thing in any of my orifices. And I still think 
I'm a good wife, Doctor. I really do. I just happen to get exceptionally 
horny." 

 CASE NUMBER NINE: Betty W. 

'To tell you the truth, Doctor, I think the only reason he married me is for 
my big titties. Nobody else in his family has such big breasts. I have the 
knockers that all the men look at. We go to his mother's house and his 
little brother is always coming up and saying hello to me and staring at my 
titties. He doesn't talk to anyone else. He just comes up and looks at my 
breasts and gets all hot and huffy. He's such a cute little boy.... 

"Of all my husband's relatives I think the one I like best is his sister. 
She's very nice to me, and once we even got it on. It was after a year or so 
of being married to Burt. Young Alice came over to the house after high 
school one day, and I was all alone and drinking a cup of coffee or 
something. She told me that she wished she had big boobies like me, and that 
that was why she had stopped by after school. I told her I didn't understand 
what she meant. She said that other girls at school were balling and stuff 
and she didn't know if she should be doing it. Well, Doctor, I guess you 
know what I said. I told her that if she felt comfortable doing it that it 
was fine, but otherwise she shouldn't. 

"That's when she got up and came over next to me. She said, 'Betty, you're 
so nice to me, and my brother is, too. Is he here?' I told her he wasn't. 
'Good,' she said, 'because I wanted to ask you something.' I had a hunch she 
was nervous about something, but I didn't know what. I was a little 
concerned that she might be upset about boys and all, but I was dead wrong. 
Next thing I knew she was touching my big titties. 'I just have to have a 
feel, Aunt Betty,' she moaned. 'Please, please ... ' 

"I didn't know what to say, Doctor. That child had her hands all over my 
mammaries before I could even think of a half-way decent answer. She was 
squeezing them and rubbing them up and down and trying to find my nipples. 
She tweaked them up and down and twisted with her fingers. I really have to 
admit that it was much better than sipping coffee. But after that I didn't 
know what to do. The child just sat back down and said, 'Well, you certainly 
do have big ones, Aunt Betty, and I don't have hardly any breast at all. It 
doesn't seem fair.' She took to moping. Well, I got up and I explained to 
her that I thought she had very pretty titties, and that if she would let me 
look at hers I would let her look at mine. She lit up like a sparkler. She 
got up off her seat and nearly ripped her blouse open so I could look at her 
chest. I don't know why I got myself into this situation, but there I was. 

"Well, she showed me her titties. They weren't all that small. Both of them 
had big ripe red nipples on them, nipples that were sticking out of 
silver-dollar caps. I wanted to lean down and pucker up my lips around each 
one of those little rose-buds. The delightful young girl came close to me 
and said that I had to get my clothes off now, too. I quickly undid my 
blouse and unbuckled my bra. And there I was, all naked and hot, my big 
pendular titties hanging down, my nipples burning like little coal embers on 
the ends of those big creamy ripe fruit. 

"Well, Alice, she came up close and wrapped her lips around my chest organ. 
She scrubbed with her tongue, worked out hard and fast with her mouth muscle 
on my nipple tip. She slid her tongue back and forth on my hot chest and I 
nearly went berserk. I grabbed her around the back of the neck, at the nape, 
and shoved her face down between my two big fruity titties. She loved that. 
She took to breathing pretty hard, then, huffing, puffing, gasping and 
panting and all that kind of thing, and sweating, too. I thought maybe she 
was going to blow a gasket the way that child was pumping at my chest. She 
was sucking off my titty harder than my husband (her brother) ever did. I 
told her we had better hop right into the sack and get ourselves some of the 
nicest beaver pie we possibly could, and fast, too, because my hubby was due 
home any minute and it wouldn't do for us to be caught in bed together. She 
said right, and off we went, us two women, into the bed where her brother 
and I were used to making love. 

"She had the softest hands of anyone that ever touched my body. She rubbed 
up and down between my legs. I don't know, Doctor, but it's much different 
than when a man and a woman make love. I know it's true for me anyhow that I 
got hot in a different way. The feel of that child rubbing her hands up and 
down my loins, and working out on my thighs and making me hot that way, 
kissing my big titties and rubbing her snatch up and down my legs, well, it 
was just too much to believe. And to think she wasn't but fifteen years old 
or so. I don't know what she was worried about at school. She certainly 
could get me hot and lusty. I don't know why she couldn't do the same for a 
young man. 

"I wasn't myself too shy, either. I got down between her legs at one point 
and took to licking on her clit. That meaty little virgin thing of hers was 
a swallow and a half. I could see the hairy path around it, and I was 
wondering how many boys, if any, she had allowed to rub that shrubbery of 
hers. But I didn't ask. I just kept my tongue scratching around on her clit 
button, rubbing and sucking and sliding until I was nearly crazy with 
myself. I thought for sure that I was going to cum just from eating out that 
little kid. I was so happy to have her luscious wet forest in my mouth-I 
just can't tell you, Doctor, how good that was! Mmmmm, good! Yummy! 

"When she started rocking and rolling, howling in my hands, that's when I 
knew she was getting damn hot. She was getting close to having an orgasm. I 
took my big chest up close to her face and poured my titties down inside her 
oral cavity. I gave her first one and then the other. She took that breast 
up with her lips and rubbed her tongue up and down on it. She used her 
tongue to get herself so much of a rubbing on my breast that she would never 
forget what that creamy flesh tasted like. I was amazed that one person, one 
person, so young, could eat so much boob at once. 

"When I was pretty sure that little Alice had had enough of my titty and 
that she was just about ready for the cosmic chill, I stroked down between 
her twat lips and rubbed on her clitoris. I pulled it up and down and yanked 
a little bit and prepared her for the big tingle. She let go and oozed out 
all the orgasmic fluid you could ever ask for. She was so excited that she 
shouted out: 'Oh, goose me, Betty. Goose me to finish me off!' I was 
surprised about such a youngster knowing so much about how to get fully 
excited, but f followed her instructions to the letter. I slipped my hand 
under her hot little buns and jammed a finger into her highly stabbable ass 
hole. I rammed it home, too, all the way up into bowel territory and didn't 
stop until I heard her gushing from her twat. There was juice everywhere. 

"That little girl lifted her legs up and spread them out and shouted at me: 
'Betty, I'm creaming, I'm creaming,' and then she passed right out. I hardly 
knew what to do. I let her legs slide down, slipped a finger onto her titty 
just to see if there was any response, and there was nothing. I didn't know 
what to do. I really did wonder what had happened, why she had suddenly gone 
unconscious on me. I had no idea whether to call an ambulance or what. 
Jesus, to think that my husband would be coming home any minute at that 
point and he would find me having made love to his little sister-it just 
would not do. Luckily, Alice came to a moment later. She stretched out her 
hand and pressed it around my big titty. 'I love you, Aunt Betty,' she said. 
'I really do love you.' Oh, Jesus, Doctor, I had no idea what to say. I told 
the child to get dressed, that there would be plenty of other times when we 
could talk about our romance but that for now she had better get her ass in 
gear because her brother was due home and he would not think too kindly, I 
was sure, of finding the two of us rocking and rolling together. If he 
thought about it though, I know it would just give him a big boner right 
away. But the idea of his sister and his wife, well, I don't think he could 
buy that. 

"When the child was all showered and dressed, she sat down in the living 
room. She said now that she couldn't get in trouble, because her brother 
wouldn't be able to tell a thing about what we had been doing, she would 
rest for a minute. I agreed and she sat there with her pretty long legs 
crossed telling me more about her problems at school with the boys. I 
wondered if my husband's sister wasn't completely a Lesbian. In any event, 
she certainly wasn't any less hot in her direction than I was in mine. 

"She left before Burt got home. I greeted him with a big smile. It was as if 
I knew some special inside information on him and his family. I knew, 
because I had slept with her, his sister was a Lezie. I wonder if I should 
have told him right then. Anyhow, I didn't, Doctor. I just kept smiling and 
taking care to make sure that dinner was in order and that everything was 
the way Burt liked it. 

"You see, I was a little worried. I wanted to make sure that Burt didn't 
suspect anything, but I was also horny, and I wanted to make sure that he 
stuck me pretty good that night with his big flesh post. I didn't want to 
take any chances on that score. So even as we sat down to eat dinner I gave 
him a little neck rub and some massage action on his shoulders, and I rubbed 
his manly titties with my open spread palms so that he would know for sure 
that I was hot and lusty. Just before I sat down I reached all the way down 
between his legs and took hold of his joint. I gave it a little tight 
squeeze, and that took care of him. 

"During dinner he gobbled at his food. Now he was just as much in a hurry as 
I was. I think men get hornier than women. Is that possible, Doctor? I 
really do think they get a lot hornier than girls. I don't know why. Maybe 
it's that flesh stick down there between those muscle legs of theirs, but I 
think that men get awfully hot sometimes, hotter than women ever get. At 
least beforehand. Then, during the fucking, I think the women get hot. You 
know what I mean? I think the women get hot afterwards and the men get hot 
before. I don't know, it's just an idea. 

"Anyhow, after dinner, Burt, he took me by the hand and led me back to the 
bedroom. In the hallway he did something very romantic. He took me in his 
arms and gave me a big kiss. Oh, God, I loved that feel, the way his tongue 
went sliding up and down in my mouth between my lips. He really does know 
how to charm you sometimes. You know what I mean? And he was using his hand, 
too. He was sliding his hand between my legs. If anything ever turns me on, 
Doctor, it's when a man puts his hand between my legs. He doesn't even have 
to touch my twat. Just the fact that he's rubbing on my loins and it sends 
me wild. I go crazy from that. I bet a rapist could fuck my pussy just by 
coming up behind me and sliding his hand between the backs of my legs. He 
could make me cum that way. You know what I mean? I'd just turn around and 
ask him what he wanted after that. Anyhow, that's what Burt was doing with 
my loins. He was sliding his hand up and down between my legs, working my 
thighs and rubbing up close to my mound. Of course, I wasn't wearing any 
panties that time because I was waiting for him to get into it. You know 
what I mean? I was just waiting for him to finish me off after I'd been 
fucking with his horny little sister. 

"Well, he worked his hand up and down next to my shrubbery and pretty soon 
he had a finger sliding up and down next to my clit. I didn't know what to 
say. I just wanted to fall down there in the hallway and pull him down on 
top of my body. I wanted him to ravish me. You know that? I bet most girls 
don't admit it, Doctor, but they all want to be fucked. I mean really fucked 
bad. You know what I'm talking about. I think that all women want their ass 
holes to be chewed up and their twats to be chock full of hot meat as often 
as possible. 'There isn't anything else worth living for really. That's what 
I say. For men there's culture and art and all of that-kind of thing and for 
women there is children and sucking and fucking. It's that simple for me, 
Doctor. 

"Anyhow, I wanted Burt to jam his prong into me, to really go and stick it 
in my pussy. I didn't want to have to wait. I told him so, too. I took him 
by the hand and led the rest of the way to the bedroom. He took off his 
clothes on the way so that by the time we got to the bedroom he was naked. I 
did the same thing, took off everything-what little there was-that I was 
wearing. He saw how hot and cherry my big nipples were and how lovely my 
breasts looked hot like that and I think he was ready to pound me with his 
muscle even before he could think about it. I mean it was something animal 
like in his face, like he didn't even have to let the thought go to his 
brain. He was ready to defile me. And I wanted it that way, too. 

"I climbed up on the bed and he followed me there. He rammed his prong up 
into my ass hole even before I had a chance to spread my buns for him. I had 
been thinking that I would reach back there and take my two cheeks and hold 
them open for him but I couldn't move fast enough. Burt did it without any 
help from me. I don't know how he got his sword so lubricated so quick, but 
it was slippery as a greased pig. He just rammed that thing home, stuffed me 
up so good with it that I thought I was going to go through the ceiling. I 
squealed a bit for a minute or two, but once I got the feel of that thing 
inside me there was nothing you could have done to take it away from me. 

"I felt my long muscles going to work automatically. Burt, he wrapped his 
hands around my hips and found my clit really easy. It was sticking up high 
and just waiting for him to grab it. I was on my hands and knees and those 
big titties of mine were hanging down like fruit ready to be grabbed. You 
know that Burt couldn't help but do the picking. He reached out and took 
hold with the hand that he wasn't using on my clit and he rubbed and tugged 
and pulled on that nipple of mine until I was about as hot as a stick of 
dynamite about to explode. It was just so hot to feel him touching me on the 
chest and in the cunt at the same time while his joint was flaming in my ass 
hole ... Doctor, I just can't put it into words how nice it was to have my 
husband make love to me that way. 

"There was another man who got me hot like that one time. His name was 
Ernie, and I met him down at the beach. It was while Burt was away at a 
conference. Ernie saw me on the sand, sunbathing, and he couldn't keep his 
eyes off my big titties. The reason I know that is because he told me about 
it later. He came up to me that day and just stood there looking at me until 
I looked back at him. It was hot out there on that beach and when I opened 
my eyes and saw this big fellow standing there and asking me if I wanted to 
have a beer or something with him, I could not really say no. I gathered up 
my things and when he wasn't looking I took my ring off my finger, my 
wedding ring, and I slipped it in my purse. I think my breasts must have 
been hanging out all over the place because that guy kept staring at me as 
we walked along the beach to get something to drink. 

"Well, when we sat down he told me just about his whole life story over 
maybe ten beers. I told him one-simple fact, that I was lonely and hot for 
some ready lust. He looked at me keen, like he was trying to see if he 
believed me and I told him that I only said something like that once. He got 
up and paid the bill and took me back with him, to his car and with that 
thing to his house. He had a big water bed and this is where the story gets 
interesting. 

"In Ernie's bedroom there was a big box filled with all sorts of tools. 
Doctor, I never saw so many dildos, feathers, plastic hot dogs, vibrators, 
rub machines, blow-up dolls, bottles of grease-you name it! If they made one 
of them, then Ernie had all of them. It was unbelieveable how many fuck 
gadgets that guy had there. Well, the one he wanted to use on me was a big 
leather halter. Here I am a married woman and this guy is showing me a big 
leather harness, like the kind of a thing you might use on a horse or 
something. 

"I didn't know what to make of that thing. He picked it up and put it around 
my neck before I could say a thing. I asked him what he planned to do with 
that leather contraption and he said that it was just something to add a 
little excitement to our joyous fucking. I did not like the idea of his 
talking so flowery and all but to tell you a little secret I did like the 
idea of being tied up and fucked with all the slavery stuff. You know what I 
mean? I liked being out of control and not having anything to say about it. 
That's what Ernie was going to do with me, tie me up with that leather 
contraption and make me hot and lusty and of course I would have nothing to 
say about it. I let him get me tied up with that thing with only a little 
bit of a struggle. I didn't want to be too obvious. 

"He got me strapped in and worked the thing down around my waist. It left a 
space for my titties, for my mouth, for my pussy. Everything else was pretty 
much covered her uninvolved. He started by rubbing my twat lips. He took his 
finger and pressed it into the hole in the leather where my pussy was. I 
thought that was terrific, the way he knew how to get my clit going at full 
speed. Then, however, he attached something to the shoulders of the device, 
and all of a sudden I was laying flat on the bed and the things were 
getting, tighter on my shoulders. I was being held down tight, close to the 
bed and unable to get loose. I asked him about that and he just smiled. 

"The next thing I knew he had this pole that gave shocks from the knob on 
the end of it rubbing on my leg. I didn't know that the knob was a shock 
device until he stuffed it up into my pussy and charged me once with it. I 
thought I was going to die. I don't know why, but Ernie didn't use that 
thing again on me. It was some sort of cattle prodder or something and I 
sure was glad that he didn't think twice about stuffing me with that thing. 
Jesus, it must have given off fifty volts into my pussy. 

"After that he took out a dildo which had a clamp on the thing. He was able 
to mount it between my legs which were forcibly spread out and shackled to 
the ends of the bed. He mounted the dildo and there was a remote unit with 
which he turned on the egg-beater. Oh, God, I thought I would never recover 
from that thing jacking me around. In and out it went, like a pumping drill 
or something. It was pounding against my clit and it never let up. That was 
the thing about it. It was just one steady grinding in and out of my oily 
twat hole. I thought I was going to start having an orgasm and never again 
stop cuming. Jesus, it was heavy-duty. 

"Well, he pulled that thing off just before a blister formed on my clitoris. 
And he replaced it with his big thick prong. He jabbed that thing into my 
twat so hard that I didn't know what hit me. I thought that the dildo was 
the biggest thing that had ever been in my pussy, but really it was Ernie's 
big meat. He slammed away. I couldn't do anything but scream because he 
still had me tied down like that. There was no way for me to get out of the 
spread-eagle position. My cunt was full of Ernie's throbbing meat, and my 
titties were hanging out of the holes in the halter while he licked on them. 
Jesus, Doctor, that man was imaginative! 

"When he was all done pumping and gyrating in my hole, he pulled his spent 
hog out of my vagina and slapped me on the boobies. I don't know why he did 
that, but I let out a scream that you've never heard the likes of. He had 
hit me in my big breasts, and it had hurt me. But that didn't stop Ernie, 
not for a minute. He still had a big boner, even though he'd shot one wad, 
and he rolled me over and tied me up again, with some sort of chain device 
which only required clipping, to my wrists, to the bed posts. And in the 
back of that halter, just like in the front, there was a hole which 
permitted my butt cheeks and my anus to be open. Ernie lifted his 
mushroom-headed prick spear up to that opening in that leather halter and 
entered my body through it. He defiled my rear cave so bad that I thought I 
wouldn't be able to defecate for a week. And after he had spent another load 
of jism, then he took his joint out and he started slapping my bare cheeks. 
He spanked my ass so many times that it was turning red and hot. Oh, God, I 
promised myself I would never fool around on my husband ever again, that no 
matter how horny and no matter how lusty I got that I wouldn't ever cheat on 
anybody ever again if only God would let me out of Ernie's bedroom alive. 
And wouldn't you know it? Just as soon as I made that prayer I was released. 
Ernie was satisfied that I was about as used up a woman as could be and he 
let me go. 

"Oh, God, I was exhausted but I took a quick shower and left that place. I 
felt pretty refreshed and o.k. when I got home. I was really surprised to 
find my husband there waiting for me, home early from his conference. I told 
him he was one of the nicest men I ever met. He took me into the bedroom and 
slammed his meat into my twat-hole. He rubbed around and around on my labia 
lips. My clit stuck up like an erection. And my ass hole was leaking 
lubricant so that he could fuck me up the bunghole. 

"Doctor, I was just about one of the happiest wives you could ever hope to 
meet...." 


THE END
