The Organized Swap
[aka 'The Hesitant Couple' or 'The Hesitating Couple']
by Alston Marlowe


CHAPTER ONE 

The accident had happened in a crazy way. Maybe all accidents happen that 
way. They don't need to happen; it just seems like everything is there; then 
somebody does something stupid. All the parts fall into place. The accident 
occurs, and the unfortunate stupid bastard ends up in the hospital. 

Edd Reed lay in the hospital bed, a body cast constricting his torso from 
hips to chest, and tried to fit all the parts together leading up to his 
accident. He was not quite sure how it all had happened. 

In his position as Assistant Production Manager, he had given the order to 
pull that malfunctioning high-speed router off the line, to be replaced by a 
newer model slated to arrive the following morning. He hadn't needed to be 
down there on the floor just then, but he wanted to see the job done 
properly. He knew the section foreman, Floyd Rector, could handle the job 
... so why in hell was he there? Management personnel weren't supposed to be 
involved in such activities, but the last time something had gone wrong, 
Stone had practically held him personally responsible. 

He told himself it was because he had wanted to do a good job; however, that 
gnawing fear of being called into Stone's office, the little man sitting 
there behind his oversized desk, a picture of glacial ice, coolly 
enumerating production loss figures and assessing the reason for them; all 
of which seemed to indicate some non-performance on Floyd's part, had drawn 
him like a magnet to the vast production floor to oversee personally the 
removal of the machine. It was stupid! 

He saw himself now for the damned fool he was, but it was too late. It was 
part of Stone's game, one in which the Production Manager held up numbered 
hoops for his assistants to jump through, pushing them to the ultimate to 
find out the limits of their humiliation. Perhaps, he reflected, it was to 
find out whether they wanted to become a part of his trained seal act or 
resign and move on to another plant. He had been determined that Stone would 
not force his resignation; neither had he wanted to blow horns, by the 
numbers, while responding to the little man's cues. The upshot was he had 
ended up down there on the production floor, jumping through Stone's unseen 
but very real psychological hoops. 

Rector had been disturbed when Edd had shown up, but he had tried to hide 
it. In his mind, people with white collars had no damned business messing 
around, sticking their noses into his job ... and he was right. 

The mobile crane had backed in and was lifting the router off its 
foundations; as the crane operator swung the heavy machine around, Edd saw 
it would go too far. It was going to arc in toward the turret lathe across 
the aisle. He envisioned it crashing into that machine, shutting it down for 
two or three days, and he could already hear Stone ticking off the damages, 
the production-loss figures and a request for his resignation, all in the 
same breath and tone of voice. Sometimes, Edd thought the man was less than 
human ... a computerized robot that spouted figures. 

"Stop the damn thing, Floyd!" he yelled, grabbing at a projecting part of 
the router. "That lathe ...!" 

"What the hell ...!" Floyd's concentration was broken from giving the crane 
operator hand-signaled instructions. 

Then it happened. 

The hapless crane man heard Edd's shout but couldn't see him. Floyd's sudden 
stricken glance at Edd as he saw -the Assistant Production Manager grab hold 
of the machine, spelled danger to the operator. He reacted. The crane was 
stopped dead, but the twisting arc of the huge router, dangling from the 
cable could not be stopped. As it turned, Edd was thrown off balance, 
backward, against the half-raised elevator of a parked fork-lift. 

That was the stupid part, his grabbing hold of the machine. He had seen 
potential damage arising where none existed because of being overly 
cautious, an attitude he would not have had but for Stone. 

Edd's hard-muscled body, still in good physical condition, smashed into the 
fork-lift. He knew, in the instant he hit it, that his back was injured. The 
instantly overwhelming pain put him down for the count, and he was only 
dimly aware of Floyd's concerned face bending over him; then he was in the 
hospital. 

Rick Stone had come to see him. It was business-as-usual. All he wanted was 
a report from Edd on how the accident had happened. He had to make out the 
insurance and compensation 'forms. It hadn't taken long. Stone was gone 
within fifteen minutes, and Edd had cursed him roundly when he realized the 
man had not inquired how he felt; neither had he expressed any sympathy. 

"Yeah ... he was here ..." Edd answered when Ruth asked him about it. "The 
bastard was here less than fifteen minutes ... and didn't even ask how I was 
getting along!" 

Ruth's deep blue eyes showed her concern for her husband, but she was 
puzzled at the deep funk into which he had fallen. He was so full of 
complaints about Stone, the hospital, his doctor, and the discomfort he 
experienced from the cast, not to mention his grousing about the pains in 
his back and legs. 

She didn't really know how to answer him. "Well ... that's just the way Mr. 
Stone is ... Edd. You'll just have to take him the way he is." 

"I don't want any more, of him!" he said vehemently. "Who needs an iceberg? 
I'm through! Soon's I'm up and around ... I'm looking for another job!" 

Hoping this was only a part of his presently foul attitude, she tried to 
placate him. He had a good job. There was financial security in- it, and she 
knew his ability and training could carry him far. "Mr. Stone'll be retiring 
... and, there's the possibility you wouldn't have to work for him very long 
..." she suggested. 

"Him ... retire?" he derided. "He's bolted down to the floor ... like one of 
the machines! He comes with the place!" 

Cheerily, she tried to change the subject, telling him about happenings in 
their neighborhood. She had been trying desperately ever since he had been 
in the hospital, to present herself to him with a happy face, bringing him 
cheery cards, bouquets of flowers and messages of sympathy from friends and 
neighbors. She even contrived to smuggle into the hospital, in a soft drink 
bottle, some Scotch highballs, in the hope that the alcoholic lift in them 
would snap him out of his doldrums. Moving her chair in close to his 
hospital bed, she glanced up to make sure the curtain was drawn, separating 
them from the other person in the two-bed ward, and said, "I love you ... 
Edd ..." 

Her mouth sought his, giving him her soft lips to kiss; then her tongue 
probed deep into his mouth questingly, for him to nibble and suck. Feeling 
risqu and naughty, her hand crept under the sheets to lift his hospital 
gown and find the softly reclining length of his cock. She fondled it 
lovingly, in an attempt to taunt it into turgid alert erectness, but it lay 
limp, almost lifeless in her teasing hand. She didn't know what made her do 
it. Edd had been injured almost ten days before ... and she hadn't realized 
how much she missed their sex-play. How much more he must miss it! This had 
been her thought: she would use her hand to give him some sexual 
satisfaction, a release of tension. Perhaps, that's what he needed to bring 
him back to his old self. It was the least she could do for him! 

He twisted his head away, after a few moments. "I love you ... too, honey 
... but you might as well stop trying to get me hard! I just can't seem to 
raise it ... any more! I haven't had a hard-on since I've been in this 
damned hospital!" 

Reluctantly, disappointedly, she released his unresponding penis and 
whispered, "I ... just thought ... maybe I could do something for you ..." 

"Yeah ... I understand, and I appreciate your thinking about it," he said, 
huskily. "But ... it's no use! I think the injury to my back must've done 
something else to me, too! Some nerve injury, maybe ... that controls 
erections ..." He turned, his head away from her, unable to continue. 

Ruth was overwhelmed with tender feelings of love and concern; she put her 
arms around him as best she could because of the bulky body cast and kissed 
him on the cheek. Tears glistened in her eyes as she said fervently, "It'll 
be ... all right, Edd ... just as soon as you can be home with me! You just 
wait and see ... you'll be searing me half to death with it ... chasing me 
all over the place ... to make love to me!" 

"Maybe ..." he said mournfully, "we'll just have to wait and see ..." 

"It's just temporary! Your body's using all its energy to heal you up ... 
and I don't think you need to ... to worry about it! Anyway ... you haven't 
talked to the doctor about it yet ... have you?" 

"No ... why should I? He's treating me for my injured back ... not for a 
limp prick!" he growled. 

"Well ... you should say something to him about it ... because if you don't 
I will!" She was determined. 

"No, you don't!" he exploded. "I'll tell him ... when it's time to tell him! 
How would it look for my wife to be saying, 'Doc ... my husband can't get a 
hard-on ... can you do something about it?" 

"All right ... I won't say anything, but I want you to promise me you'll do 
it!" she nagged. 

Ruth had left the hospital at the end of the visiting period with a sense of 
depression she couldn't shake off. She knew it was because Edd felt so 
intensely about his temporary impotence; his foreboding attitude toward it 
had infected her, and she was, by nature, usually optimistic, always looking 
on the sunny side of things. She didn't know how she could help him now; she 
had agreed not to say anything to Doctor Stillo in Edd's behalf. His 
vehement outburst when she had said she would speak to the doctor if Edd 
didn't, made her think her husband had already built up a great deal of 
tension in himself because of it. He felt threatened ... touchy. She could 
understand that, she thought; after all, his very manhood was involved. A 
man's ability to raise an erect penis had to be present ... or there was no 
penetration. There was nothing! How tragic that would be for a virile man - 
a man like Edd - to be stricken with impotency ... permanently! 

She refused to believe it could possibly be permanent ... with Edd. He had 
been a virile man ... almost too much so! He had been almost too much for 
her ... at first! 

Getting into Edd's car, she drove along the streets until she gained the 
freeway, her memories of the three short years of their married life 
flooding back to her as she headed toward home, a home without Edd ... and 
she felt the acute loneliness of it. Back and back, in memory, her mind 
burrowed until she was remembering how it had been with them at first when 
they were newly wed. It had been a time of joy ... and pain. 


CHAPTER TWO 

It was three days after their marriage. They had eloped to Las Vegas. Now, 
they were headed back to Los Angeles. Edd had driven the last fifty miles in 
almost total silence, punishing the Prosche, without mercy, as he blazed 
down the freeway. His face was set in an unsmiling mask, his jaw jutting 
out, defiantly, his keen eyes raking the multi-laned highway, judging 
distances and speeds with practiced and aggressive arrogance. 

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he knew that everything would be all 
right, but at the thinking, conscious level, his brain whirled, constructing 
defensive arguments; rebuttals designed to convince his uncle that he was, 
indeed, capable of making some decisions for himself, especially in making 
the selection of his own wife. The old bastard couldn't run his life, 
forever! 

The young engineer looked over at her. She sat, calmly, watching the traffic 
as he drove, her deep blue eyes cool, complacent and unafraid, the speed, 
somehow almost hypnotic but at the same time, exhilarating. Ruth caught his 
side-long glance and turned to look at him. He had turned his head, again, 
however, and was looking ahead through the windshield. Her eyes drifted over 
the handsome profile of his face, seeing the strong chin, long, straight 
nose, broad, forehead and the slightly pouting lips that gave him that 
certain, appealing, little-boy look, especially when a lock of his unruly, 
curly black hair fell down over one eye. She smiled, now, as she saw him 
toss his head and, impatiently, brush his hand across his forehead in a 
futile attempt to control the recalcitrant curl. Her tinkling laugh caused 
him to turn, questioningly, toward her again. "Something strike you funny?" 
he asked. 

"Yes ... the way you've been fighting that lock of hair all day ... we'll 
have to get you to a barber." 

A smile crinkled his face. "So! You're trying to change me, already ... and 
we've only been married three days!" 

Knitting her brow, she calculated, rapidly, after consulting her watch. "For 
your information, Mr. Reed ... we've been married exactly sixty-eight hours 
and twenty-three minutes!" she laughed. "It's not quite three days, yet." 
Then, seriously, "... and, you haven't said one word to me for the last 
hour! I'm beginning to feel neglected!" 

"I've just been thinking is all ..." 

"You mean ... about what to say ... how to tell them ..." 

"Yeah ... and I still don't know what I'm going to say. It'll be 
touch-and-go ... especially with Uncle Winner," he said. 

"Is he really ... that hard to get along with ..." Ruth queried, remembering 
that all she knew about the man was what Edd had told her. 

"Well, let's say that he can be pretty ornery ... and when he's really 
angry, he's a fire-breathing dragon!" 

"Do you think he'll be angry ... about us, Edd?" she asked. Her voice 
trembled, tension beginning to build in her. 

Edd's answer was candid. "He'll be mad as hell!" 

The freeway traffic, again; absorbed his interest. 

He turned away from her, his jaw set, rigidly. worriedly. 

Ruth watched as he expertly passed a fast, high-performance sports car, the 
driver of which had churned up beside them, challengingly, the spitting roar 
of the car's engine loud in their ears, as Edd tromped hard on the 
accelerator and showed the Porsche's tail to the couple in the other car. 
His quick grin, as he picked them up in the rear-view mirror, was a boyish 
exultation of self in an easy victory. "That'll show them something!" 

Yes! she thought about it. Edd's always showing somebody something! She 
asked herself what it proved for him. It was like the show-off stunts of a 
little boy ... only Edd was a grown man, still feeling the need to show-off. 
Was their elopement to Las Vegas just another of the same sort of thing? She 
wondered, seriously, about it; running away to get married, against his 
mother's and his uncle's wishes, could be an act of defiance ... a show-off 
stunt. 

She would have been willing to wait to have a regular wedding in a church 
... begin their married life in a conventional manner, but now, she knew, 
they would be walking into a row with them, the first thing ... only three 
days after their hasty marriage. 

With unusual fervor, she hoped she would be able to say the right words to 
Edd's uncle. Edd portrayed him as a testy, difficult man, yet he had raised 
Edd, paid for his engineering education, at a good school, had done 
everything possible to help him; she just couldn't believe that- sort of man 
could be the ogre her husband painted him. 

Certainly, Edd knew, when he urged her to elope with him, that the old man 
would be hurt ... so why had he insisted on their running off? Why? She 
didn't know the answer ... yet, of course, she had wanted marriage; to her, 
marriage was, somehow, the answer to many things, and when she had met Edd 
Reed, consented to date him, she had known that when he asked her, her 
answer would be a positive yes. 

She had not expected him to ask her so soon, and the unexpected manner of 
his asking had been a great surprise for her, which had come only two weeks 
after their first date. It had been two weeks of fun, activity and 
surprising turns of events, capped by their going to Las Vegas, where they 
were married in one of the numerous, commercial wedding chapels. 

No -- Ruth hadn't wanted it that way, at all, but she knew, instinctively, 
that if she had insisted upon the proper procedure: Announcement of 
engagement, preparation of invitations, arrangement for church wedding, 
wedding gown, veil, flowers and a reception followed by a honeymoon, her 
marriage to Edd would never have taken place. 

One might say it was womanly intuition guiding her, but Ruth, sometimes wise 
beyond her years, saw in the boy-man. the impulsiveness wildness of fort 
against his -uncle -- a rebellion that, perhaps, he didn't even recognize in 
himself -- and his need for stability. 

Edd was almost twenty-eight years old. He had lived almost his entire life 
under the direction of his Uncle Winner, and Ruth recognizes the unnatural 
aspects of that kind of life. He should have been on his own, for several 
years, already. It was her hope, that in their marriage she would be able to 
provide Edd with the stability he needed, a stability in which he would .be 
able to find himself ... his true self. It was the, stuff of which romantic 
dreams are made ... and dreamed by young brides. Ruth was no exception; she 
knew she could do it, if only her husband were no longer under the direct 
influence of his uncle. To this end, she wanted them to establish their new 
home elsewhere than Santa Monica, the city in which he had been born and 
reared. She would insist they live out in one of the more pleasant suburbs; 
commuting on the freeways wasn't all that difficult. Thousands of people did 
it every day. 

She loved Edd. With her whole heart and soul, she loved him; she had known 
it from the first date she had had with him. Her recognition of it had been 
a revelation. Ruth had been too sure that no man would ever capture her 
heart. The deep bitterness in her had been almost buried, in the deep 
recesses of her mind, and the man beside her, now her husband of three days, 
had penetrated the weakened defenses, made her come alive, again ... 
something she had thought sure would never happen. 

The psychic scars on her mind; the slowly healing lacerations of her soul 
and the deep, empty void in her heart had, somehow, been pushed aside, 
allowing her to hope, to live, again ... and to love ... replacing hate. 
Hate, she found, can only be destructive; love is generative. It was ever 
so! 

It is one of the minor miracles of youth that tragedies are overcome with a 
tough resilience, a certain moral fiber and strength of character that one 
never knew existed in them. 

Ruth was young. She was just twenty years of, age, having passed the 
all-important milestone from tender 'teens' into the magic of the 
sophisticated twenties and approaching majority. 

Beautiful, downtown Burbank, that day, two months ago, when she had 
descended from the Greyhound bus, had been sunny and warm. She had looked 
out upon its streets, finding them new; yet there was a hint in them of the 
old life, something that reminded her of her own home town. Whether it was 
homesickness or nostalgia, an unspoken wish not to sever herself, 
completely, from something she had known, she didn't really know, but she 
walked out of the bus depot into the street, finding herself at home, 
immediately. 

She had almost chosen Burbank, blindly, when she had bought her, ticket. 
Originally, she had wanted to go to Los Angeles, a place where she was sure 
she could lose herself. The sprawling city, its mass of humanity and its 
myriad activities offered her the anonymity she sought. It was, in her mind, 
the perfect place to hide, but on the spur of the moment, she had chosen 
Burbank. It was smaller, yet near Los Angeles; the deciding factor had been 
the knowledge that the NBC studios were located there. 

Walking out onto the street, she was glad of her wacky decision. She knew 
that this city, a continent away, offered her, at once, a part of both the 
old life and the new one she must build for herself. Happily, she rushed 
back into the bus depot and claimed her three pieces of luggage. She became, 
on the instant, a citizen of the town named for the plant wizard. She was 
six weeks past her twentieth birthday, a stranger in a strange town ... and 
alone. 

Yes, she was a stranger, albeit a beautiful, young and vivacious woman ... 
stranger; she didn't stay a stranger for long. She moved fast. 

First, she selected a clean and modest room, in a rooming house within 
walking distance of the downtown district. Secondly, the following day, she 
groomed herself, donning a demurely conservative suit and putting on her 
best smile, to. apply for work. She returned to her room, in the late 
afternoon, happy and exhilarated with the prospect of starting work, as a 
clerk, the following day, in a combination book store and stationers. 

Earlier that same afternoon, she had opened a bank account, depositing what 
was left of the six hundred and thirty-three dollars she had withdrawn from 
the savings account her older brother, Alex, had opened for her. She 
remembered how painful it had been to make the decision. 

It had been mostly her money. She had made deposits in the account, 
regularly, but she hadn't wanted to take anything that wasn't legally hers. 
Finally, she had resolved the problem in her own mind by withdrawing all but 
the fifty dollars Alex had first deposited. Now, she had her own checking 
account, for the first time; the figures in her bank book assured her the 
four hundred and seventy-four dollars were hers to do with as she chose. 

Her own place to live, a job, starting tomorrow, and money in the bank gave 
her a -comfortable feeling of independence and self-sufficiency, the very 
things that Alex had told her, over and over, again, she would never have, 
as he kept her dependent upon him. The tragedy, she realized, now, was that 
for too long she had believed him, clinging to him, after they were 
orphaned. It was a sick situation! 

Catapulted into her final act of defiance and self-preservation had proved 
the lie. She had done exactly what he said she would never do; she had left 
him ... packed' her bags, withdrew the money, bought a bus ticket and left 
him. She should have done it sooner. Alex would never be able to find her, 
and that was the way she wanted it ... especially after that horrible night, 
before she left. 

Never! Never would she return to that town ... or that house! She 'had been 
sure of that ... after Alex, her own brother, had tried to make love to her. 
He had stripped her clothes from her ... the memory of his actions, the mad 
light in his eyes ... and the hugeness of his fully erect penis that he had 
tried to shove into her, as she struggled and squealed beneath him, was 
almost too painful to bear. Finally, she had escaped him, but she would 
never understand why he tried to-do it to her. Of one thing she had been 
sure: She would never marry! Men! Men were beasts, and she hated them! She 
hated them! 

Then, she had met Edd Reed. She had been living in Burbank for six weeks. To 
her, it seemed, already, that she must have lived in the city all her life. 
She seemed to belong there. That's why she was shocked. Edd had called her a 
stranger. She was sure she knew almost everyone who came to the downtown 
area. 

It had been during the slack time, in mid-afternoon, that Ruth, following 
her employer's directions, was re-stocking. one of the higher shelves, 
behind the long counter. She was standing on a ladder reaching high up, her 
hands full of ledgers she had just price-marked when his voice startled her. 
She had not been conscious of his entry. 

"When does the special sale start?" he asked, looking up to enjoy the view 
of shapely, tapering thighs. 

Ruth looked back and down at him. She started and lost her balance, 
momentarily; grasping at the ladder, she dropped the pile of black-bound 
books, emitting a little cry as they crashed to the floor. "Oh! Darn it!" 

His amused eyes continued to look up at her, and she realized, suddenly, 
that her position on the ladder afforded him an unobstructed view of her 
legs and thighs ... probably all the way up to her panties. She gasped and 
scrambled down from the ladder. He came around the counter, murmuring an 
apology, and scooped up the fallen account books, smiling down into her eyes 
as he handed them to her. 

"I'll take a dozen!" he said. 

"A dozen ... ledgers ..." 

"No ... a dozen just like you!" 

Her face reddened, prettily. "Well. . really ... I'm ..." 

"You're new ... a stranger to Beautiful Downtown Burbank, aren't you? I've 
worked around here for two or three years ... thought I knew almost 
everybody ..." 

"I've only been here a few weeks," she confessed. 

"I thought so ..." he smiled. 

Hastily, she added, "But I don't feel like a stranger, here ... just sort of 
transplanted." 

"Actually, I'm transplanted here only for work," he grinned. "I live in 
Santa Monica." Then, an afterthought, "You live with your folks, here ..." 

"I'm all alone, now!" 

His understanding was quick. "I'm sorry ..." he said, "I didn't mean to pry 
... by the way, I'm Edd Reed ... and ..." 

"Ruth ... Ruth," she supplied. 

Then, he had made his purchase, a package of carbon paper. As he turned to 
leave, he said, almost offhandedly, "You'll have dinner with me, tonight? I 
know a nice place out on Foothill ... not too far ..." 

"I'd love to!" she said without thinking. Afterward, on reflection, she 
thought she had accepted too quickly, too eagerly, perhaps. It was the last 
thing she wanted; to be thought too eager ... and she, certainly, didn't 
want involvement, at least not yet, for awhile. 

Edd picked her up, promptly, at seven o'clock that evening. The atmosphere 
and decor of the restaurant was excellent, the food and wines outstanding. 
Edd acted the perfect gentleman; she the perfect lady. Her side of the 
conversation, when it drifted to her, was evasive, enigmatic, as she told 
him as little about herself, as possible. 

At her door, he tried to take her into his arms to kiss her. She pushed him 
gently away, turning to open the front door. "It was a lovely dinner, Edd 
... but please ... don't hurry me!" she murmured, softly. 

His frown was momentary; he regained his composure, quickly, in the face of 
her rebuff. "Lunch tomorrow?" he asked. 

"No, thank you ... I have only a half-hour for lunch ..." 

"Dinner ... tomorrow evening?" He was persistent. 

"Sorry ... I'll be doing my hair." 

"May I call you, then ..." he asked, refusing to be put off, completely. 

"Yes ... good night, Edd ... it was a lovely evening," she said, closing the 
door in his face. 

He stared at the closed door for a moment. Damn!. What a cool brush-off ... 
or, is it a come-on ... playing hard to get? 

Edd kept calling her, until she accepted a dinner-date with him three days 
later. 

In a small, intimate place in Pasadena, they had an excellent meal, and Edd 
had drunk four or five martinis, she limiting herself to two. As they drove 
homeward. he turned off onto a darkened road, pulling the Porsche into a 
secluded turn-out, under a spreading oak tree. Stopping the car and turning 
out the lights, he reached for her. 

Ruth tried to avoid his avid kiss, but his lips captured hers, holding her 
tight to him, his tongue searching, trying to penetrate the barrier of her 
lips and teeth, finally, she struggled free of his embrace. 

"Edd ... please!" she breathed. "I don't want any ... involvement ... like 
this!" 

"Damn it, Ruth! You're so desirable ... I-I want you! I can't keep my hands 
off of you ... any longer!" he groaned. 

His hand groped and found a luscious, firm breast through her clothing, 
grasping and clawing, painfully, into the soft, mounding flesh.. Both her 
hands darted to her bosom, trying to protect herself, wincing from the pain. 
Prying at his stronger hand, she grunted with the effort, terror striking at 
her as the memory of Alex's attempted rape of her went whirling through her 
mind. She grasped at words and phrases to say; she even toyed with the idea 
of jumping from the car and running from him ... anything to deflect him 
from his goal. His mouth, once again, captured her full, red lips. 

Suddenly, she relaxed, dropped her hands to her lap and twisted her mouth 
aside. A peal of almost hysterical laughter exploded from her lips, grating 
into his ear. He drew back in surprise. 

"What's so funny ... all of a sudden?" he queried, puzzled. 

"You ... me ... us!" she gasped, giggling now. "I was just thinking ... 
maybe I should be playing it for comedy ... act the maiden in distress ... 
who's about to lose her virginity ... jump out of the car ... and walk home 
... or demand honorable intentions from you ... both of which would be 
foolish ... and would mean nothing to you ... isn't that right?" she gasped 
out, running her sentences together in a rush of words. 

"What the hell ... talk sense ... will you?" Edd growled with exasperation. 

"I am talking straight, Edd! Listen to me!" she chided. 

"O.K.! I'm listening!" 

"... or, I could let you have your way ... with me ... once ... and that 
would be that! I'd never let you have me ... a second time!" She was deadly 
serious. 

"... But, I-I love you ... I want you ..." he mumbled, not really meaning 
it. It was part of his practiced line. 

"Aren't you confusing love with sex? They're not the same, you know!" 

Edd was thoughtful, for a moment, some reasoning returning to him, 
belatedly, his passion curbed, momentarily, now. 

"Then ... you wouldn't ..." he began.. 

"No!" she cut in, "To me ... sex without love ... would be out of the 
question! Can you understand that ..." 

"Not exactly ... but I'll try ..." He hesitated, before going on, "... and, 
I do want to see more of you ... I couldn't give you up, just like that!" He 
snapped his fingers. 

"Then, take me home ... now! Please?" 

Reaching for the ignition key, he started the engine, rammed the 
transmission into reverse gear and backed around in the small turn-out. He 
regained the road, the little car jumping forward, screamingly, toward the 
main road, under his torturingly heavy foot on the accelerator. He ground 
out at her between clenched teeth, "All right ... this's your round!" 

Ruth touched his arm. "Edd ... why don't you give me a chance ... to learn 
to love you ... I could ... you know ... i-if gave me time ..." 

"Time ... how much time... and why?" he grunted. 

"Six months ... a year, maybe ... I've so much ... t-to get straightened out 
... with myself ... things I can't tell you about ... yet ..." she said, 
guardedly. 

"Why so long?" 

"I want to be sure ... sure of myself ... sure of you ..." 

"Are you talking about ... m-marriage ..." 

Ruth said, quite simply, "Yes ... Edd!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Edd had never known a woman quite like Ruth. Too many of those he had known 
in the past had been pushovers; his name., his uncle's moderately large 
wealth, not to mention his smooth line -- which, if failing, he would 
replace with roughness and force -- had dropped many a pair of panties for 
him, their lovely, feminine owners spreading their thighs, readily, for his 
rampaging sexual assaults. Then, if he couldn't get so-called, nice girls 
into bed, there was always the possibility of buying sexual favors; as a 
matter-of-fact, he was a well-known customer, at a certain motel down on 
Highway 101, near the beach. There his uncle's money had bought him some of 
the wildest sex that could be experienced. 

The coolness with which Ruth had turned him off ... actually, thwarted his 
attempt to seduce her, carried out so reasonably, sweetly, yet firmly, had 
been a new experience for him. Damn! He had wanted to fuck her so badly! His 
cock had been at full-mast erection ... ready for business, as usual! ... 
Yet, somehow, he recognized that certain something in her, a certain 
resolve, he knew he would not be able to overcome ... easily of course he 
could have forced her, as he had forced other women to his will, using his 
superior strength, his knowledgeable sex techniques to bring her to heel. 
Yes -- he could have done that, but to say he was baffled by her would be an 
extreme understatement, indeed! 

As he had gunned the little Porsche back onto the boulevard, his mind 
churned; his mangled emotions, his jangled, frustration beset nerves and the 
throbbing ache in his balls combined to put him in a mean, vindictive mood, 
the picture of a little, spoiled boy, masquerading in the guise of a grown, 
sophisticated man-of-the-world. He took it out on his car. 

Escorting Ruth to her door, Edd had cooled down enough to dredge up some 
residual good manners. He mumbled an apology, and asked whether or not she 
would allow hit' to call her. 

"Try me in three or four days, Edd," she told him. 

"Three days ...? Not before?" 

"No ... I -- I need time ... time for myself ..." 

"All right ... if you say so. I guess I can wait ..." he conceded. 

He knew he shouldn't try to kiss her. He didn't. Instead, he grunted out a 
grudging but polite Good night. Turning, then, to leave, he walked across 
the porch and stepped down to the top tread of the porch steps. Her voice 
trailed, softly, after him. It was unexpected. 

"Edd ...?" 

He stopped, turned to look back at her. 

Impulsively, then, she came to him, lightly, and placed a cool, gentle kiss 
on his lips. It was the kiss of a little girl, without passion or a hint of 
sex ... like a tiny girl would kiss her father. 

"Thank you ... for a wonderful evening," she breathed; then, turning, 
swiftly, she was gone, disappearing inside the front door of her rooming 
house, leaving him standing there, even more confused and non-plussed. He 
shook his head in disbelief. 

The innocence of that soft kiss, its undemanding, almost sterile impression 
brought forth a memory, almost lost, of a forgotten moment of his days in 
high school. Another girl had kissed him, like that, breathed a quick I love 
you, Edd into his ear, before running, lithely, up to her front door, to go 
inside. 

He had misunderstood. Instantly, his sex arose, his young, virile cock 
pulsed and throbbed in his pants, and he had caught her, before she had the 
door open, grabbed her, crushed her to him, kissing her wildly, 
passionately, caressing her stimulatingly, forcing himself upon her ... 
until with a broken will, a heart beating like a trip-hammer, a strange, 
ready moistness between her legs and a thundering, slashing desire in her 
loins, she had taken him into the black darkness of her backyard, where on a 
redwood garden lounge she had given him her virginity and her undying love. 
It had been the first time for both of them. It had not been the last for 
she had become pregnant. Edd's Uncle Winner had paid for the abortion. 

Afterwards, Uncle Winner had called his teen-aged ward into his study. He 
had been direct and blunt with the boy. 

"Damn it, Edd ... this is a messy business!" 

"Yes, Sir ... I -- I ..." Edd had begun. 

"Listen! From now on, if you want a piece of ass ... make Goddamned sure 
there's no possibility of getting a kid ... understand?" 

"Yes, Sir ..." 

"You know about using condoms ... rubbers?" 

"I do, now... Uncle Winner..." he said, sheepishly. 

"Well ... get yourself a supply of them ... and use them!" 

"I will ..." It. was a fervent promise. 

"Better yet ..." the grey-haired, still virile man went on, "I've got some 
connections ... There's a whore house I know about ... where you can go 
regularly ... if you want to get your nuts off ... with no Goddamned 
worries! The women down there are clean ... and you'll learn some things 
about fucking these little pimply-faced, scrawny kids'll never know anything 
about!" 

Edd was interested, immediately, but he held back his enthusiasm. "Yes, Sir 
... that'd be great ... but ..." 

"But, what?" Uncle Winner grumbled. 

"Aren't those ... those women ... in the houses like that ... kind of 
expensive ...?" 

"Hell, no! Not as expensive as this abortion I just paid for!" the uncle had 
said, punctuating his words with a big fist pounded on his desk. 

"Yes, Sir ... I think I understand ... what you mean ..." 

"You're damned right it is! ... But, you don't worry about the money end of 
it ... I'll take care of it ... see you've got money in your pocket! Do you 
understand, boy?" 

"Yes, Sir ... I -- I understand ..." 

"Good!" Uncle Winner snapped. "I'm going out there, myself ... tonight! You 
want to come along ... start learning the ropes ...?" 

The boy looked at his uncle, startled, disbelieving what he had just heard. 
"W-With you ... Uncle Winner ...? You go to those places ... too?" 

"... And, why'n hell not? I've got to get a piece of ass pretty regularly. 
myself! I'm still holding my own!" 

It was from that moment that Edd had begun to see his Uncle Winner in a new 
and different light, yet there were many things he did not know about his 
uncle, such as his intricate business dealings or why. he had chosen to 
remain unmarried. Only rarely did the older man reveal anything of himself 
to the boy or to his sister, Edd's mother. One thing he did know, after 
that, was the frequency with which his uncle visited the women, in that 
place, down on Highway 101. 

Silently, as he had stood there, Edd watched Ruth disappear inside the front 
door of her rooming house. He had not moved to restrain her; the memories of 
another time, that other girl, crowded into his brain and held him rooted to 
the steps. 

"I'll be damned!" he said aloud, reaching up to touch his lips in wonder. 

Can things repeat themselves? He wondered about it ... thinking: She was 
just like Alice ... Alice ... yes, that was her name ... Alice Rall! I think 
I really loved her! She was the first girl I had ever fucked ... and I 
really wanted to marry her! I would have, too ... but Uncle Winner said 
getting rid of the kid was best ... and I listened to him ... damn it! 

Slowly, the young engineer turned, descended the steps, traversed the walk 
and crossed the sidewalk to the curb where lie got into his car, started it 
and drove through quiet streets to the freeway on-ramp, heading toward his 
home in Santa Monica, rather the home still provided him by his Uncle 
Winner. 

Things could have turned out different! Alice wanted to keep the baby ... 
and she wanted to marry me ... too! ... But, Uncle Winner knew better ... 
damn him! Sure ... he's raised me ... took care of, me ... and all that ... 
after my Dad died ... and I should feel grateful ... I am, I guess ... in a 
way ... but Christ! It's just like I belonged to him ... always doing just 
what he wanted me to do! The crazy part is. : . I'm still doing it! Now, 
there's Ruth, I could really go for her! I want to fuck her so damned bad I 
can almost taste it! I haven't thought about marrying any woman for years 
... They're always thinking about it though ... trying to trap you into 
marrying them ... one way or another! ... But why should I marry one when 
I've been able to get all the fucking I want ... whenever I want it? Yet ... 
Ruth just made it pretty damned clear where she stands: No sex ... without 
love ... and love to her means marriage! God! How I want her! My damned 
balls ache so much I can hardly stand it! 

He knew one quick solution for that! Suddenly, he stomped the accelerator, 
sending the little car screaming down the freeway, ducking off of it onto 
the broad boulevard leading to the coast and arriving at his destination, in 
a matter of a few minutes. Edd Reed was always welcome there! 

June looked back over her shoulder at him. "For God's sake, Edd ... take it 
easy on me!You'll split me wide open!" 

Glassy-eyed with passion, grunting pantingly, Edd labored behind her, a 
smooth, creamy-white buttock grasped in either hand, his big, throbbing cock 
pounding in and out of her moistly lubricated cunt with reckless abandon. 

"Hold still, damn it!" he growled at her. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, 
now!" 

"No ... not this time, Edd! Please? You know I don't like it that way ... 
like Alice does ..." she whined. "Let me suck you off, instead ... O.K.?" 

June was one of the regulars ... and one of his favorites at the Pacifica 
Royale Motel and Lodge. There were other, more beautiful women who worked 
the Pacifica as prostitutes, but June's experience, her ability to please 
and satisfy him, always brought him back to her. She, on her part, was 
always glad to have the young engineer share a bed with her for a few hours. 
Then, too, he always paid her better. 

"Yeah ... O.K." he agreed. pulling his hardened, aching cock from her 
sheathing cunt and flopping back on the pillows, the shaft of his massive 
prick standing up jack-staff straight above his hairy loins. 

Quickly, June was over him, her agile tongue licking and caressing the 
length of his throbbingly engorged cock, her mouth, finally, capturing the 
smooth, shiny redness of the bulbous head. 

Her smooth, warm mouth was like honey, her tongue wildly gyrating around the 
sensitive corona, the tip of it dipping into the tiny slit, occasionally; 
then, as her head began to bob, moving up and down the shaft of his 
expanding cock, absorbing his length to the fullest into her mouth and 
throat with ever-quickening pace, she brought him to a spewing ejaculation, 
in a few minutes, and she swallowed his white, hot semen, voraciously, 
licking and sucking to get all of it to the very last drop. 

"God! That's good, June!" he grunted. 

"Do you want to stay over night, Edd," she asked, knowing that if he did, he 
would pay her more than the going rate for an all-night trick. It's a hell 
of a lot easier than eight or nine quickies! 

"All right, June ... I might as well ..." 

Twice more, that night, he used her. June was a good fuck. She always made 
sure that lie enjoyed her. Somehow, though, something was missing from the 
easy sex she provided him. Her services were as easily obtainable a, a good 
meal. Maybe that was the trouble! 

In the early morning light of the following day, as he lay beside her, he 
knew that Ruth, on the other hand, was completely unattainable. There was 
only one, way he could ever have her: Marriage! 

Edd looked over at the still sleeping face beside him, then his eyes ranged 
over the rest of her warm, naked body. June had been very attractive, when 
she was younger, but now, he saw the slight wrinkles and lines, the tinted 
hair, the telltale sag of her breasts and the middle-aged fat of her upper 
arms. He wondered, idly, how it was that she had become a whore. Had she 
ever been considered as a marriage prospect? She had been young, vibrant and 
idealistic, once ... hadn't she? 

Suddenly, he saw her as a person, for the first time, and realized that he 
had been using her as an object ... something on which, merely, to relieve 
his lust. She had been a thing to him ... a-fucking machine! 

By slow degrees, he began to piece the puzzle together. All of the women he 
had seduced, the whores he had fucked had been as nothing to him ... after 
Alice; and he realized that it had been his Uncle Winner ... and his money 
that had hardened him, de-sensitized him, and in the process, he had to 
admit, ruefully, to himself ... had de-humanized him. 

Thoughts of Ruth came crowding in on him. Was this woman, somehow, destined 
to be the catalyst for his aimless life? It could be possible her aloof, 
unattainability was leading him to something new. Could that something be 
... love? He didn't know. Certainly, it would not be romantic love! Of that 
he was sure! He couldn't bring himself to believe it existed ... except in 
stories ... but it could be true love ... a realistic love, of the kind that 
makes good marriages. 

MARRIAGE?! He couldn't seem to shake that word out of, his mind. Edd Reed 
... married? He couldn't imagine himself in that sort of permanent 
arrangement, yet his thoughts of Ruth were all mixed up with that particular 
word. It kept cropping up ... like a bad penny. I better come off it ... 
it's a stupid idea! I'm not cut out for all that crap that goes along with 
getting married! 

He sat up searched for and found his cigarettes and lighter; lighting up. he 
leaned back, against the headboard, smoking and thinking. His movement in 
the bed awakened June. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she gazed up at him, 
sleepily. 

Edd's solemn face prompted her to ask, "Thinking about something ... or is 
something. bothering you, honey ...?" 

"Yeah," he answered, not being specific. 

"Which ...?" 

"Both ... I guess ..." 

"Well ... like what, for example ...?" 

"Like ... marriage ..." he grunted. 

"Who ... somebody I know" She was interested, now. 

"Yeah. ... me!" 

"You?" June sat up, fast. 

"Yeah ... I've been trying to imagine nee being married ... isn't that a 
laugh?" 

"It's about time, Edd! You'll make some lucky girl a good husband!" 

"You think so?" 

"Hell, yes!" she exploded. "You ought to be settling down with some nice 
girl ... and start raising a family ... before it's too late!" 

"Why?" 

June looked at him, levelly, "It's miserable ... being alone ... believe 
me!" She picked up a pack of cigarettes and stuck one in her mouth. Edd lit 
it for her. He watched as she drew in smoke with some agitation; then, she 
went on. "If you've found the girl ... grab her, right away!" 

"My Uncle Winner seems to get along all right ... alone," he observed. 

"... And, he's the most miserable man I know, Edd!" 

"Uncle Winner ...? Impossible!" 

"Believe me, he is! Don't ask me what ... but it should be pretty clear why 
I know ... shouldn't it?" she said. 

"Yeah ... you're one of his favorites, too ..." Edd agreed. 

"Forget about Winner ... let's talk about getting you married!" June said 
with dead seriousness. "The sooner the better!" 

"You're cutting off your own business, you know!" 

"Hell ... there's always plenty of business! Don't worry about little old 
June!" 

"All right ... if you say so ..." 

June's hand, under the sheet, moved to grasp the limp shaft of his cock. She 
smiled up at him. "Would you like to cum ... one more time?" she asked. "For 
old time's sake?" 

The touch of her hand, the agile fingers working expertly on him, brought 
his big cock to instant alertness, his blood pouring into it, to be trapped 
there. It was hard and erect, in a few moments. 

"Yeah, O.K., June ... for old time's sake ... if you want to ..." he smiled. 

"I want to ... Edd ..." she breathed. 

Her mouth followed her hand. She knew he'd like that. 

Edd left a hundred dollar bill on the bureau for June, dressed, left her 
there, in the room, still in bed, got into his car and drove home to shave 
and shower, before going to work. His uncle's Continental had been parked 
three spaces down from his Porsche, in the parking lot of the Pacifica. 

He was probably with Alice, he decided. The old bastard must be quite a 
cocksman! I wonder what June meant about not asking WHAT she knows about my 
uncle? Hell ... I really don't know very much about him, myself! 

"To hell with him!" he muttered to himself, deciding not to worry about his 
uncle's hangups! He had problems of his own ... and he wasn't sure of any 
answers ... yet! 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

For three days, Edd had tried to contact Ruth, to- no avail; telephoning her 
at work, at home, sending her a telegram, followed by several cards and a 
bouquet of long-stemmed roses. She would not speak to him on the phone; his 
written messages remained unanswered, and she gave her landlady the 
beautiful roses. Finally, on the fourth day, he walked into the stationers, 
just before lunch time, found her busy with a customer and waited, 
patiently, until she was finished. 

"Ruth ... I have to see you ... talk to you!" he blurted. "Let's go to 
lunch!" 

"I only have a half-hour off ..." she said, coolly, not trusting herself to 
talk to him. 

"What I have to say will take all of ten seconds!" 

"Let's get married!" 

Ruth blinked once at him, then stared, wide-eyed in disbelief of what she 
had heard; her heart skipped a beat, then began a trip-hammer pounding in 
her chest. It was something she had always wanted to hear, but now ... now 
that it had been said and she was confronted with the necessity of making a 
decision, giving him an answer ... she didn't want it. God! She wasn't 
ready! She didn't know what to say. It had been thrust upon her too 
suddenly. 

"I -- I really wanted t -- to wait ... for a while longer ... b -- before 
even thinking about g -- getting married," she said, uncertainly, " ... I'm 
not ready ... yet ..." 

"You told me that, already! I want to marry you, now! Will you?" He was 
emphatic. 

Ruth hesitated. "I -- I can't give you an answer ... right now ... I h -- 
have to think about it ..." 

"Well ... at least we can have lunch together! Come on, let's go ... shall 
we?" 

Reluctantly, she went to lunch with him. After they had ordered and begun to 
eat, he slipped the diamond engagement ring on her finger, greasy from the 
cheeseburger she was eating. "Now ... will you marry me?" 

The ring took her by surprise. She gasped and stared at it; finally, after 
long moments, she looked up at him and said, "Y -- Yes ... yes ... Edd ...! 
What else can I say ...?" 

"Say that you'll marry me, right away ... today!" he pressed. 

"Oh, Edd ... that's crazy ...!" Ruth began. 

"Men's let's be crazy! We can get in my car and go to Las Vegas ... Now!" 

"There's so much to do ..." she protested. 

"All right ... we can get married, tonight!" 

They weren't married that night; it was the next evening that they stood in 
a small wedding chapel, in Las Vegas, exchanging the vows that made them man 
and wife. 

Bill pressed her, constantly, presenting first one then a dozen more 
arguments, fielding her objections and wearing down her resolve to wait; 
finally, under the weight of his active campaign, she agreed, reluctantly, 
to their elopement. 

He had telephoned his reservation for them, that same day, at one of the 
plush hotels. After the short wedding ceremony, and before going to their 
suite, they enjoyed a floor show and a couple of drinks. Ruth dreaded the 
time when she would, finally, be alone, in a bedroom, with her husband, Edd. 
She was glad when he suggested the interlude of the show and drinks. 

As she watched the consistently beautiful show-girls, performing half-nude, 
provocatively, her tension built within her, her stomach churning. She was 
scared ... absolutely petrified! I won't know how to act ... what to do ... 
and Edd's expecting so much! H-He's experienced ... I know he must be ... 
and I ... I really don't know anything ... about sex! 

Gambling in Las Vegas is big business. Everything is set up to make it easy. 
Edd couldn't resist the siren call; he drifted away to the gambling tables. 
He was there tossing the ivory cubes until three o'clock in the morning. 

As he began to lose heavily, his drinking became steady, a glass in his 
hand, almost constantly, until he was bleary-eyed drunk ... and Ruth left 
him there, sick at heart, went to their rooms, prepared for bed and tumbled 
into it bone-tired. 

Edd, finally realizing through the alcohol-befogged cobwebs of his brain 
that it was his wedding night, dragged himself, staggeringly, away from the 
craps table, signed a chit for five thousand six hundred dollars -- that 
Uncle Winner would have to pay -- and went to his room, where Ruth waited 
for him, to claim his bridegroom's rights. 

Edd Reed awakened the following day, about noon, a terrific headache 
pounding inside his skull, painfully; his tongue was fuzzy wool, and the 
taste of his mouth was brown and evil. He lay in the center of the 
king-sized bed, nude, sprawled on his stomach, his flaccid penis stretched 
out, upward, under his abdomen. He felt the sensation of drying semen on it 
... so he knew he must have made it with Ruth, after all. His memory was 
blurred. Christ! I must have really hung one on! 

His eyes fluttered open, tentatively, the dim lighting of the bedroom 
instantly painful to them. He closed his eyes, again, and groaned. Reaching 
out across the big bed, he was going to embrace his new bride. His hand 
pawed only wrinkled sheets. She was not in bed with him! What the hell?! 

He cocked an ear for sounds from the bathroom. Nothing! 

"Ruth!" he called. "Where the hell are you?" Silence! There was only the 
muffled sounds, from outside the hotel, drifting in to him. He rolled over 
and sat up. The top of his head felt like it would split open to spew his 
brains out. It didn't. Holding his head in both hands, he roared, "Ruth!" 

Crawling from the wreck of the bed, he wobbled into the bathroom, first. 
After a few moments, feeling better, he went into the sitting room of the 
suite. Ruth was definitely not there. His bride of only a few hours had 
disappeared! I'll be damned! 

In the bedroom again, he sat down on the edge of the bed, his head cradled 
in his hands, attempting to keep his brain inside his skull. He groaned 
aloud. "Uuugh!" 

Where the hell is she? What happened? I was so damned drunk ... I can't seem 
to remember ... yet! 

He raised his head to look around the room through eyes that refused to 
focus properly, searching for an answer, trying to jog his memory of what 
had happened on his wedding night. The note on the bedside table caught his 
eye. He had never seen her handwriting except when she had signed the 
marriage license, but he knew it must be a note from Ruth. Savagely, he 
picked up the piece of paper to read the tiny, cramped words on it. 

DEAR EDD, 

I COULDN'T STAND THE SORENESS ANY LONGER. I'VE GONE TO GET SOME SORT OF 
LOTION AT THE DRUGSTORE. BE BACK AS SOON AS I CAN. 

LOVE, RUTH 

Christ! Was I that hard on her... that she's got to get some medicine ... or 
go to a doctor? Did I hurt her... or something? What a hell of a way to 
start a honeymoon! I must have been a miserable ass ... last night! 

He found his cigarettes and lit one, drawing the smoke into his lungs and 
instantly detecting the acrid taste of the tobacco in his already 
foul-tasting mouth. At least, she'll be back! For a little while ... I was 
beginning to think she had left me! He heaved a sigh of relief. 

Padding into the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and gargled; .rinsing his 
mouth, he picked up the cigarette again, and inhaled the smoke, gratefully. 
It tasted better, now. He began to pull on his clothing, and even thought, 
about shaving ... before Ruth returned. 

Now; slowly, his mind began to function, again; memories of last night -- 
rather the early morning -- started to come back to him. Christ! I must have 
gone off my rocker ... acted like I was nuts, or something ... when I came 
in last night! No! It was this morning ... must have been after three! He 
had his shorts and pants on, now; going into the bathroom, he drew a basin 
of water and took out his shaving things. Looking hard at himself in the 
mirror, he saw the after-effects of fatigue and too much liquor. More of the 
pieces began to ft into place. 

Now ... I remember ... Ruth was already in bed ... she said she was tired 
... and that it was too late. She wanted to wait ... until I was sober, 
before we had it for the first time! God! I lost my temper with her ... must 
have gone completely crazy from wanting her! 

Lathering his face, he began to shave, his mind racing on now, to more 
details. 

I pulled the sheet off of her ... and there she was ... lying there in that 
see-through nightgown ... the one she said she had picked out special for 
me. What a beautiful ... luscious body! Damn! She's the only woman I've ever 
known that I hadn't seen completely naked before I shoved my cock in her! 
... And she just lay there ... asking me to wait ... not to do it to her, 
yet ... But, Christ! There she was! She was my wife ... and I hadn't . even 
seen her naked ... before. That nightgown just barely covered her ... and I 
could see all those luscious curves ... and her breasts sticking up under 
that slinky material ... It just made me want her all the more ... right 
then! Drunk as .I was ... I had to fuck her! I couldn't wait! 

Goddamn! He could see her lying there, now, her magnificent body teasing his 
big cock to throbbing rock-hardness. Drunkenly, he had reached for her; she 
had resisted him, rolling front his clutching grip and still insisting it 
would be better for them both, if they waited. It was then .he had turned 
into a savagely snarling beast. 

He had .ripped the diaphanous nightgown from her cringing body, .revealing 
every detail of her luscious nakedness to his lewd, sex-crazed stare. He saw 
the firm mounding of her full, white breasts topped with delicate, 
coral-line nipples, their areolas beginning to pucker in instinctive but 
unwanted erotic stimulation. His eyes swept down to her narrow waist, her 
flat belly, its navel recessed, marking a mysterious half-way point to the 
small, softly curling triangle of golden pubic hair that-guarded the gateway 
to her virginal cunt. 

Suddenly, nothing else mattered to him except shoving his blood-swollen 
erect and aching cock into her tantalizing flesh. It had been denied him too 
long. already. True, she was now his wife, and he should be approaching 
their consummation with tenderness and understanding ... knowing that she 
was virginal; 'but he saw her, in his drunken stupor, only as a woman, a 
woman he had to have right then ... like a whore he had bought and paid for. 
God! He had to fuck her! It was his right! 

Ruth cringed in terror as he leered down at her salaciously, the odor of 
alcohol on; his breath almost overpowering her, and she vainly tried to 
cover her shameful nakedness; one arm was thrown, instinctively, over her 
jutting breasts; her other hand tugged at a corner of the sheet to cover her 
exposed thighs and genital mound. 

"Please, Edd," sher pleaded, her eyes glistening with quick tears, "let's 
wait ... for a while ... when you feel better -- and I-I can get r-ready for 
you! It'll be better -- for both of us, then. P-Please, darling ...?" 

God! I didn't want to be put off ... again! I couldn't say one goddamned 
coherent word ... I was so worked up and angry! My cock was so hard ... and 
ached so much ... all I could think of was fucking her with it! I must have 
grabbed her like some rutting animal ... and shoved my cock into her ... not 
giving a damn whether she was ready or not! 

"Edd ...! Edd darling ... be gentle with me! Don't hurt me ..." she begged 
in shocked terror as he had wildly thrown off his clothing and clamped her 
to the bed. Her eyes had widened with awe-struck horror when she saw the 
massive hardness of the spearing shaft of his cock jutting out, dangerously, 
from the hairiness of his loins. Real fear keened through her as she 
realized he was going to put that horrendous thing into her tiny, completely 
untried vagina. 

His hands had moved on her body, greedily, rapaciously, kneading and 
massaging the .smooth and tender contours of her beautiful young body. His 
cruel fingers pinched at the pink, protruding nipples of her breasts until 
they stood out fire, and erect; then he had dropped his mouth hungrily to 
them, nibbling and sucking his teeth, finally, chewing at the crinkled 
resilient flesh of her berry-like pap's, the tender skin breaking painfully, 
and the warm, sweet but salty taste of her blood oozed from the open wounds 
onto his lappingly rapacious tongue. 

"Oooh ... Edd! NOooo! Not like th-this ... please? Not like this ... it 
ruins everything!" she had screamed, pleadingly. 

He had heard her, but her screams of outraged protest had gone unheeded. 
There was. only one goal in his mind. He had smothered her pain-twisted lips 
with his own, his voracious tongue lashing deeply into her throat to stifle 
the sounds of her moans even as they had begun to form. 

She fought me like a tiger... all the way! Goddamn me for a stupid ass! What 
was it ... in me ... that made me so brutal with her? It must have been hard 
for her to take all of my cock ... up inside her ... for the first time! 

Edd remembered then how he had held her terror-stricken and straining body 
in his arms, pinioning her to the bed. imprisoning her with his superior 
weight and strength, his heavy-muscled chest bearing down on her, pressing 
her helplessly down into the softness of the mattress. 

Her face twisted, grotesquely .in unreasonable horror as she realized his 
intent. Disbelief that she was to be a victim of a brutal sexual assault. 
raped on her wedding night, knifed into her brain, the vivid picture of what 
she had expected to happen now, playing before her eyes like a scene from a 
grade B monster movie. Her head thrashed from side to side in her 
helplessness, her long blonde hair becoming tousled, wildly, around her face 
as she 'struggled with grins futility tinder him, and he bit at her neck and 
shoulders, inflicting new hurts. 

Insanely, following the dictates of his passion, he forced himself upon his 
lovely bride, ignoring her wailing pleas until they became a mumblingly 
incoherent stream of unintelligible words in his ears. It was then he had 
rammed his hard cock into her and fucked her for the first time. God! How he 
had fucked her ... animalistically ... mindlessly ... brutally! Christ! I 
shoved and pounded it into her ... like I was nothing but a fucking machine! 
I couldn't stop! I had to fuck her ... or else! That's all I could think of 
...! 

His hand began to shake as he shaved, and he had to stop for a moment, 
fearing he would nick himself with the razor. I was crazy for cunt ... 
acting like a rutting boar! 

Turning deaf uncaring ears to her frenzied moans of terror, he had forced 
himself between her long slim white legs, brutally sledging her tapering 
long slim white legs, brutally wedging her tapering her vulnerable helpless 
genitals to his gaze, and he fitted his slim hips down between her straining 
thighs, his pelvis pinning her wildly gyrating buttocks to the bed with the 
force of his weight upon her. 

The softly curling golden down of her loins had brushed slightly; teasingly, 
against the sensitive head of his throbbingly blood-engorged cock, and the 
tantalizing sensations had incited him to further, unintelligible mumblings 
of uncontrolled, lascivious lust. His muscular legs held her white thighs 
open helplessly to him as he ground his pelvis into her, trying to find the 
channel in the moist, coral flesh of her furrowed pussy. Blindly, to no 
avail, his elongated and hardened prick stabbed futilely, into the hollows 
between her desperately squirming thighs, missing the mark he so desperately 
wanted to penetrate. 

Finally, in frustrated exasperation, his hand had reached down between them 
to grasp the massive hardness of his cock by the shaft. Working it in his 
hand, he had moved the crimson-cowled cock-head up and down her dry, unready 
slit, until he found the snugly tight orifice to the tender young cuntal 
passage between her legs, palpitating softly there in terror of his 
unexpected assault. Then he placed the expanding knob of his cock against 
the cameo-pinkness of her vaginal opening and rammed, without mercy, into 
the soft sheath of her very being. With all of his strength, he shoved his 
lust-hardened shaft to the hilt in her, the bulbous head of it splitting her 
with tremendous force, her hymen giving way before his onslaught, ripping 
the fragile tissues to bloody shreds inside her ... and Ruth was, on the 
instant, no longer a virgin. It was a painful leap from maidenhood to 
womanhood. A few drops of her blood trickled almost tear-drop-like down to 
stain the sheets. 

Son-of-a-bitch! I fucked into her pussy so hard it even hurt me ... a little 
bit! She just wasn't ready to be fucked like that! What in the hell I did 
that for I'll never know ... but I couldn't stop myself! 

He had plunged the lust-inflated head of his cock between the fleshy lips of 
her cunt, and with a groan of pain and sadistic triumph, had thrust it all 
the way forward into the depths of her quivering white belly. He felt the 
punished flesh of her cuntal walls as they recoiled before his attack; the 
extreme tightness of the cuntal sheath around his prick was both delightful 
and painful to him at the same time. Her shrill squeals of pain as he had 
spitted her like a live suckling pig, her legs flailing out, wildly, to 
either side, her hips jerking back and down into the mattress, crazily to 
avoid his brutal plunge into her, had only served to incite his insane, 
sex-inflamed body-mind to further excesses. 

The screech of pain from deep in her throat tumbling pitifully from her 
distorted mouth as his lust-filled rock hard cock battered deeper and deeper 
into her warmly tender unyielding flesh, made of him a wild man, completely 
unreasoning ... crazed with desire. He had withdrawn it again immediately 
until only the smooth blood-engorged head remained in the vestibule of her 
cunt ... then. With demonic fury he had driven his big prick into her, once 
more, slamming it home so hard that their pelvic bones smacked together, 
resoundingly and. painfully, his thick rod of tumescent male hardness 
burying its self deep up into the farthest recesses of her vagina, the great 
cockhead flicking past the mouth of her cervix; the yet unmoistened walls of 
her unwilling but resilient sexual channel clasped clingingly, around the 
length and thickness of his cock, in a mockery of the vows they had 
exchanged but a few hours before: To rape, debase and obey ... only his own 
base desires! 

Edd had not stopped then; he couldn't stop. He hadn't even given her 
violated genital passage a chance to adjust to the lustful presence of his 
cock buried so deeply in her belly. He just began to fuck it into her, 
pistoning in and out of her like a runaway machine. The singular thought in 
his mindless rapacious assault was to shoot the hot thick liquid of his 
waiting sperm deep up inside her soft white belly ... where it belonged. She 
was his wife ... wasn't she? 

I didn't care a damn about anything! All, I wanted to do was cum inside her! 
I had to make her mine! 

He finished shaving; his hands still trembled and it was not until lie 
dashed astringent lotion on his face that the sting of it indicated he had 
nicked his face in two places. 

"Damn!" he said aloud. 

Then as he combed his hair, he tried desperately to remember the rest of the 
night. What had happened ...? 

How many times did I fuck her? How long did it take me to satisfy myself 
...? Was it two hours ... three ...? I must have. kept on fucking ... and 
cumming ... until I was completely exhausted! Hell ... I must have filled 
her whole cunt with cum! 

Try as he might, he couldn't remember how many, times he had fucked her ... 
how many times his aching balls had jetted forth their stream of 
sperm-filled semen. Only after God alone knew how many times and how long it 
had taken him was he finally swept with an intense feeling of guilt as the 
cobwebs of his drunken stupor cleared enough for him to realize what he had 
been doing to his darling bride, Ruth. I don't think she got anything out of 
it, at all ... nothing but a lot of pain ... probably ... I got carried away 
...! 

He had tried to be more gentle with her as her sobbing pain-wracked body, 
beneath him, quaked with emotional horror and the physical hurts he had 
inflicted upon her. Then he had tried to apologize for his insufferable 
actions, but she had turned pain-deafened ears to him, refusing even to 
speak to him. He couldn't get any response from her as she lay, woodenly 
under him, her legs wide-splayed, accepting now with stoical silence all 
that he would do with her ... or to her. She was numb. 

Ruth lay there, looking up at him, her eyes wide open, tearless, because she 
had cried them all, staring coldly through him to the ceiling above. His 
efforts to get some response from her ... some hint of forgiveness or even 
of understanding, had been to no avail. Her silence communicated only her 
complete disgust and disappointment. 

Good Lord ... it was horrible! She looked at me like I was a rattlesnake ... 
and about as contemptible! She must have stayed in one position staring at 
the ceiling for an hour ... looking right through me ... when I tried to 
talk to her ... apologize ... 

Finishing up in the bathroom, Edd walked back into the bedroom and finished 
dressing. More details kept coming back to him. She was really broken up ... 
over the way I'd treated her! 

Finally, after long, long minutes, Ruth had broken her silence. "If you're 
through using me for a while ... I-I'll get up ... and take care of myself 
..." Her voice was dead, toneless. 

"Darling!" he blurted, overjoyed that she had said something to him, 
although the biting sarcasm of her words was like a keen blade twisted in 
his heart. "I know ... it must have been awful for you ... can you forgive 
me ...?" 

She lay unmoved, unspeaking. She turned her face to the wall. 

"Goddamn it, Ruth! Won't you try to understand? I-I love you ... I wanted 
you! I had to have you!" 

Again. her almost sepulchral voice came to him. "... And ... is rape ... a 
sign of I-love ...?" 

"Ruth, darling ... you've got to try to understand me ... I'm a man ... not 
a machine you can switch on and off! You've been driving me out of my mind 
... ever since I first saw you! You made it pretty damned clear you weren't 
having any casual love affairs outside of marriage. O.K. I bought that! I 
married you ... and-and then ... you told me to wait ... wait on our wedding 
night! God! I couldn't wait ... not any longer! I had to take you ... 
tonight!" 

"It's morning, already ... the morning after ..." she intoned. "It's the 
morning after what should have been the most b-beautiful day of our lives 
... A day.. . and a night ... to remember! I-I'll remember this ... for the 
rest of my life!" 

Suddenly, she rolled to her side, her back to him: pulling the sheet up over 
her nakedness, she said, "If you're through with me now ... I'll go to sleep 
..." 

Rage boiled over in him. Her sarcasm had hit to the quick. Grabbing the 
sheet, he ripped it from her body, exposing the loveliness of her to him 
once more. 

"Damn you!" he swore. "You're my wife now ... and by God, you'll act like a 
wife! I've already had enough of your acid tongue!" 

Roughly he swarmed on top of her, his cock leaping to rigid attention again. 
He went on. "... And I'll fuck you any goddamned time I feel like it ... and 
I feel like it, again!" 

God! I must have acted like a real madman! 

"Get off of me ... You ... y-you beast! Monster!" she screamed. 

Kicking and clawing at him, Ruth tried to fight against any further abuse of 
her body. Her nails clawed a bloody trail across his chest. It was then he 
had gone completely berserk! 

He grabbed one of her nylon stockings, wrestled her to her stomach on the 
bed, and while kneeling over her to hold her securely, he pulled her arms 
behind her cruelly and secured them, tying them tightly together to render 
her helpless in his brutal hands. He grunted with the effort. 

"There! Damn you ... this'll teach you!" he panted. 

Weakened, completely overpowered, she stopped struggling; her exhaustion and 
surrender was complete. Tears of humiliation, heartbreak and pain stained 
her cheeks. 

She was mine! Goddamn it ... I had to make her know that! 

All of her resistance gone now, he pulled her across the bed, still on her 
stomach, her hips on the edge of 'the mattress, with her legs stretching out 
and down to the floor. Wrenching her cramped legs wide apart and reaching 
down to grasp her hips under the pelvis, he pulled her up to him; then with 
insane fury he plundered her abused cunt one more time, his big cock racing 
up the helplessly trembling channel from behind as he half-stood, 
half-crouched over her smooth white buttocks. His cruel taloned hands dug 
into the pliant flesh, squeezing and massaging it through his fingers as he 
drubbed into her without mercy. Mumbling incoherent words of rage and 
passion spilled from his lips while she sobbed out her hatred and shame for 
the act he perpetrated on her She was overcome with the debasement and 
heartbreak of it all. 

Yes! Edd Reed had claimed his rights of the bridegroom by force. He had 
fucked his bride! Finally, when he had. done with her, he loosed her bonds, 
leaving her lying face down, still, across the bed. Then he went into the 
bathroom to relieve his aching overfull bladder; returning to the bedroom 
after a few moments, he found her sitting up on the edge of the bed. As he 
came toward the bed, she arose and sidled around him to escape into the 
bathroom herself. 

Edd lay down. His head no sooner hit the pillow than he was sound asleep. He 
slept the sleep of utter exhaustion and sexual satiety. He slept soundly, 
hardly moving at all ... until he awoke at midday and found Ruth gone. 

The memories of the early morning hours of their wedding night passing 
through his mind were too much for him. Genuine feelings of remorse and 
regret flooded through him. 

Good God! What have I done ...? What a hell of a way to start out our 
married life! Can Ruth ever forgive me ...? 

He faced the horror of what he had done to her. 

I actually raped her! 

Edd looked at the note she had left him, reading it through again. She had 
only gone to get some medicine ... or see a doctor. 

At least she's not leaving me! After what I did to her ... I wouldn't blame 
her if she did! Christ! I don't know what got into me! 

One thing he resolved: he would make it up to her ... somehow. Hell! I love 
her! She's my wife! 

Returning from the clinic Ruth had visited where she was examined by a 
rather youngish-looking, professionally correct gynecologist who had advised 
and prescribed, she stopped at the nearby pharmacy to get his prescription 
filled. It was for a soothing analgesic salve for her tender over-used 
vagina. 

As she strolled along, back toward their hotel, she began to feel hunger 
pangs and stopped at a nice restaurant to eat: On impulse, she ordered a 
martini, too. She needed to relax. She had to be relaxed when she returned 
to the hotel suite. It was going to be difficult to tell Edd what she must 
tell him. Reflecting, she decided that difficult was a gross understatement. 

The doorman told her, respectfully, "Mr. Reed asked me to tell you that he 
will be in the bar -- and would you please join him there ..." 

Ruth murmured her thanks, assuming that Edd had already tipped the man for 
his service. His quick smile assured her of as she went through the door 
past him, toward the bar. 

Edd was seated at a booth, facing the door. She went quickly to him, he 
arising to seat her, his gentlemanly ways coming to his aid. His voice was 
warm and cordial. She noted that he had shaved and was dressed in stylish 
fashion. There was, also, something of humbleness ... perhaps even of 
contriteness in his manner. 

"Good afternoon, darling," he said, brushing her lips with a swift kiss. 

She couldn't help her grin. It seemed absurd. The man greeting her was, most 
certainly, a different man who only a few hours before, had practically 
raped her ... on their wedding night. No! Dear God! He had raped her. There 
was no other word for it! He had forced her ... even tied her up! 

"Hello, Edd ... I'll have another martini!" 

"Another ...?" He grinned back at her and turned to order her drink from the 
scantily clad cocktail waitress waiting at his elbow. He watched her 
walk-away, a practiced sexy hip sway. Then he turned back to his wife. 

"We can relax here ... with our drinks ... for a while ..." 

"Good idea ..." she agreed. "We both need to relax ... after l-last night 
...!" 

Capturing one of her hands in his, he asked, "Is everything ... all right 
...? I mean ... you're not ...? 

"Yes ... I'm all in one piece ... except for a-a ... broken hymen ... which 
is par for the course, I suppose ..." she assured him, then continued, "I 
saw a doctor ... He examined me and gave me a prescription." 

Edd heaved a sigh of relief. "That's good! I thought I might have "hurt you 
... pretty bad ... or something ..." 

"No ... I'm just awfully sore ... down there. The doctor said I was 
suffering from Honeymoonitis ... He prescribed rest ... and no sex for 
twenty-four hours!" she told him. There! It was easy! 

"Twenty-four hours!" he blurted. "Twenty-four hours ... without ...? 

"Doctor's orders!" she said blithely, grinning at him. 

"I'll be damned!" he exploded. "How do we arrange that? Do you realize ... 
or does that doctor realize ... we're on our honeymoon?" 

"The doctor suggested s-separate rooms ..." 

His anger boiled over in him. "Separate room ...!? No I'll never agree to 
that, by God!" 

"Yes you will, dear!" she smiled sweetly at him. "Will you arrange it right 
away?" 

Edd arranged it! Within the hour, Ruth was in a room of her own. It had been 
easy. She used the most powerful lever at her disposal. She had been 
insistent, overcoming his objections finally, by simply threatening to take 
the first available flight out of Las Vegas ... if he did not agree to her 
terms! 

It was the first of many such little victories for her. If sex, she decided, 
was so all-important to him, she would make it important for herself ... but 
for different reasons. 

Edd's Uncle Winner was upset! Actually, he was apoplectic! Ruth had never 
seen anyone that angry before; fervently, she hoped she never would again. 

The upshot of their stormy interview after they had told him of their 
elopement and the matter of a gambling debt incurred during their honeymoon, 
was that the young couple was unceremoniously ejected. "You're on your own 
... from now on!" he yelled at them. "And don't come back!" 

His uncle, also, during the next week, changed his will and Edd was 
disinherited. 

"Well ... That's that!" Edd said, "So now, I make it on my own!" 

Ruth was disturbed. "I don't want t-to come between you and your uncle!" 

"Forget it! It was bound to happen!" he told her. 

Against Ruth's objections, he resigned the job his uncle had arranged for 
him in Burbank, where he had been working when he had met Ruth. 

"It's a clean break from everything," he said. "Anyway, I already have 
another job lined up with California Fabrication as an Assistant Production 
Manager. I'll be working under a man by the name of Stone ..." 

They moved into a modest apartment. 

Edd's job with CalFab seemed at first to be exactly the sort of thing he 
liked most ... except for Stone. 

Little by little Ruth learned to respond warmly to their lovemaking, 
although there were several sex activities she didn't like and refused 
constantly to indulge in them. 

It was not exactly to Edd's liking. He had been used to more freewheeling 
sex and he felt that Ruth was too restrained; however, in the face of what 
he had done to her on their wedding night, he felt he owed it to her to 
modify his own wild desires. So their sex life became rather routine, 
conforming to her more conservative outlook. It was straightforward, 
nothing-fancy sex for them ... an almost humdrum, ho-hum sort of life. It 
pleased Ruth. She didn't ask for more. 

As for Edd : the wildness in him became domesticated. He tolerated. He 
didn't like to do it, particularly, but he did! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Doctor Ray Stillo had just removed the bulky body cast from Edd. He was just 
finishing an exhaustive physical examination. His silence seemed foreboding 
to Edd, and he asked, nervously, "Well, Doctor ... am I ready to go home 
...?" 

"I don't see any reason why not ... It's just as I'd thought earlier ... the 
X-Ray studies show no damage ... muscles were abused some ... some bruises 
... and as far as I can tell there's no nerve damage. Everything seems to be 
normal, and I think some . mild exercises to start rebuilding muscle tone 
would be in order ... walking will be good..." the doctor said. Turning 
away, he started to write out a prescription for a mild pain killer. He went 
on, "I'll arrange for your discharge from the hospital." 

Edd was thoughtful, wrestling with indecision. He made up his mind, cleared 
his throat and said, "Doctor ... there's just one thing ..." 

Doctor Stillo looked back at him. "Yes ...? What's that?" he asked, 
absently. 

"Well ... I've always been ... pretty virile ... and ..." He stopped short. 

"And what?" 

"Well ... even since I've been in the hospital ... ten or eleven days ... I 
haven't had an erection!" 

The doctor smiled reassuringly. "Nothing to worry about there!" he said. "As 
soon as you get home ... I think that very lovely wife of yours will be able 
to change that! It's quite normal ... your body's energies are involved with 
healing." 

"... But, what if she can't!" 

"I don't think it'll be a problem!" the doctor stated, flatly. "But there 
are many techniques she could use." 

"Such as ...?" 

"Manual or oral stimulation ... or both ... different positions ... or you 
might read some of the so-called pornographic books. The descriptions and 
pictures can be very stimulating and educational ... I recommend them to 
many married couples who are having problems." 

"Ruth won't go the oral route ... she ..." 

"Many women won't," Doctor Stillo observed, "until they learn. Here, I'll 
give you the title of a book. It's an illustrated sex manual ... explains in 
detail the best and most highly simulative types of sexual activity." He 
wrote the title on a piece of paper and Banded it to Edd. "If both of you 
read it ... it'll be better!" 

Edd looked at the title of the book. "This is pornography ...?" 

"I didn't say that!" Doctor Stillo snapped. "There are some misguided people 
who would prohibit any kind of sex instruction! They would call it that!" 

"I see ... How about the other books ... and magazines?" "If they help 
people to enjoy sex more ... there's nothing wrong with them! I read them, 
myself ... and there hasn't been a single psychological study that's ever 
shown they do any harm!" the doctor said. 

"All right ... I'll have Ruth get this one for us," Edd said. "It might help 
..." 

"There's no doubt about it, Mr. Reed!" Doctor Stillo told him. "... And, 
you've nothing to worry about ... really!" 

Ruth brought Edd home that same afternoon to an immaculately clean 
apartment, She had vases of cut flowers for decorations, and on sentimental 
impulse had constructed a little sign that said: WELCOME HOME EDD! 

He told her how nice everything was and that he was glad to be home. She 
glided into his arms and lifted her lips to him. "Oh, Edd ... it's been. so 
long!" 

Clinging to him, as he kissed her, she felt the tires of her desire begin to 
re-kindle in her loins. It felt so good to be there, in his arms, again. 
Suddenly, she knew. she wanted him to make love to her. Now that he was 
home, everything would be all right. She just knew it had to be! 

Their kiss was not stimulating to him. He broke it and said, "I'd sure like 
to have a cup of good home-made coffee ... for a change ..." 

It was a small disappointment to her, but she went into the kitchen, 
cheerfully, to make up a pot of his favorite brand of coffee; additionally, 
she fixed a tray of cookies: 

While he waited, Edd sat, stiffly, uncomfortably, in his preferred chair; 
after a few moments, lie hobbled to the kitchen door. "I've got to lie down, 
Ruth ... so why don't you bring the coffee into the bedroom when it's done 
...?" 

"Of course, darling," she smiled. She went into the bedroom and got out his 
pajamas and dressing robe. 

"I'm feeling pretty tired ..." he explained. 

She could understand that ... but she wondered: Maybe he's trying to tell me 
he doesn't fuel like d-doing it ... yet! Then, she hung his clothes in the 
closet as he dressed in his pajamas and crawled, painfully, between the 
clean sheets to sink down into the soft mattress of the big bed, gratefully. 

He drank the coffee and ate a couple of the tasty cookies she brought on a 
tray to him. "That sure beats that hospital brew!" he told her. "That's one 
thing I sure did miss!" 

"I missed you, Edd ... most of all!" she said, kicking off her shoes and 
stretching out beside him. She kissed him, this time with hot passion. 

Edd mumbled into her mouth, "I missed you, too ..." 

Again, as she had done in the hospital, her hand crept under the sheets and 
found the still flaccid shaft of his penis lying limply between his legs. It 
was somewhat cool to her touch, but hopefully she milked the heavy foreskin 
back over the soft head of it, her fingers teasing the corona then, she 
grasped it in her hand and began to squeeze the head and part of the shaft, 
rhythmically. There was no sign of life there. 

Finally, he twisted his mouth aside and said, "It's no use, Ruth ... there's 
nothing there, yet!" 

"Did you talk to the doctor ... a-about ... not ...?" 

"Yeah ... I did. He seemed to think there was no problem ..." 

"Did he make any suggestions?" 

"Well ... yes, he did," Edd admitted, "but I know you wouldn't like them ... 
since you never have, yet!" 

"What do you mean ...?" 

"Use your mouth ... to bring me up!" he said. 

"Ugh! The doctor said that ...?" 

"Yes ... he also gave me the name of a book to get." He showed her the title 
Doctor Stillo had written out for him. "He said it would help and we're both 
supposed to read it." 

"Where do I buy a book like this:'" Ruth asked. 

"I suppose any one of the places down on the avenue that has adult books and 
magazines ..." 

"I -- I couldn't .go into one of hose places!" she gasped. 

"Why?" 

"All those books ... and leering old goats that hang out in them! Why ... I 
just couldn't!" 

"That's the only way we'll get that book!" he told her. "I sure as hell 
can't go ... so you'll have to!" 

"You sure this is what the d-doctor wants us to do?" 

"Positive ... look at the handwriting on his prescription ... and compare 
them!" he said. "You'll have to get that prescription filled anyway ... and 
the nearest place to buy that book is just about half a block away from the 
drugstore!" 

"All right ... I'll get the book ... but none of that far-out stuff! Ugh!" 
she shivered. 

Picking up the, prescription for Edd, Ruth walked out of the drugstore down 
toward the Boulevard News, a small store building, wedged in between a 
liquor store and a pawn shop. The plate glass window had been painted over, 
completely. The sign said: BOULEVARD NEWS, Magazines, newspapers, books. 
Below, in smaller letter: Movie Arcade. On the door: Adults only! No one 
under 21 admitted. To herself, she thought: Well! This must be the place! I 
suppose Edd's been in here ... he seemed to know exactly where it was! 

Ruth drew. a deep breath, sidled around two men standing near the entrance 
and pushed through the door into the store. Glancing around, she noted there 
were six or seven men standing about browsing through the magazines and 
books. The explicit nudity on most of the covers repelled her. The clerk at 
the counter ignored her. There was an almost dead silence in the place. Near 
the rear, she saw a curtain, over which a sign proclaimed: Movie, Arcade, 25 
cents. She moved forward a few steps trying to locate the type of book the 
doctor had written down for Edd. Her eyes swept around the room, 
searchingly. 

... Then, she saw them! They were soft plastic or rubber ... and extremely 
realistic! She had heard of such things before ... but she had never seen 
one. The glass showcase, behind which the clerk stood, was filled with 
dildoes. She knew, instinctively, their use. The idea repulsed her. Her face 
flamed crimson, and she glanced, nervously, at the counterman. He was 
engrossed in reading a paper-back book; apparently, he had still not noticed 
her. Ugh! How awful! She had a wild urge to flee. 

Regaining control, she approached the counter. The clerk look up. "Yes ...?" 
He was completely disinterested. 

"Do you have a copy of this ... b-book?" she asked, showing him the title. 

"We've got one left ... I think ..." He reached behind him and took a 
black-bound book from a shelf. It was sealed in a plastic cover. Putting the 
book down on the counter in front of her, he went on. "It's one of our best 
items." 

"How much is it' '" she asked. 

"Ten dollars ..." 

She gulped once and dipped into her purse for two fives. 

The counterman slipped the book into a paper bag and asked, "That all, 
Ma'am?" 

"Yes..." 

"Thank you ... come back, again ..." he said, handing her the register 
receipt, as she turned away. 

Gaining the street, Ruth heaved a sigh of relief and walked rapidly up the 
street to her parked car. The thought struck her that the sealed plastic 
cover on the book was rather like buying a pig in a poke. There was no 
possibility of examining the merchandise before buying. 

When she was seated in the car, her curiosity bubbled over, and she removed 
the book from the paper sack. Ripping off the plastic cover she thumbed it 
open. It was richly illustrated in full color photographs. The first picture 
she saw depicted a man and woman in sexual intercourse, the man's hardened 
organ sunk deeply up inside her. The angle from which the picture had been 
taken, from behind the man and angled down at the woman's naked vagina, left 
absolutely nothing to the imagination. Ruth blushed and snapped the book 
closed. Ugh! How do they get away with publishing junk like that? 

She gave the book to Edd. "Well ... here it is!" she -said. "It seems like a 
pretty expensive prescription ... it cost ten dollars!" 

Edd flipped the book open. "This is pretty good!" he exclaimed. "Maybe the 
old doe's got the right idea!" He began reading and was soon completely 
engrossed in it. 

Ruth went about her household chores, but when she looked in on him an hour 
later, she found him fast asleep, the open book lying across his chest. 
Picking up the sex manual, she riffled through it, rapidly, before placing 
it on the bedside table; then she pulled the sheet up over her husband's 
chest and left him to sleep until supper time. What she had seen of the book 
left her cold. I suppose Ill eventually have to read it ... to keep peace in 
the family ... She didn't look forward to it; it seemed unnecessary. I don't 
know what Doctor Stillo intended ... but it must not have interested Edd ... 
if he could go to sleep reading it ... 

At the evening meal, Edd managed to hobble to the table. He didn't have much 
of an appetite, and he seemed to be moody and morose. 

Conversationally, Ruth asked him, "Did that sex book give. you a charge?" 

"No," he grunted, "I've seen all that stuff before ... and read similar 
books. They're pretty much the same!" 

"Some of that I glanced at seems to be pretty far out!" 

"Not really ... I've done most of that ... already ...!" 

"Oh?" she queried, arching an eyebrow. 

"Before we were married!" he snapped. "I think that's part of the trouble, 
right now ... you'd never go along with doing things that are really 
stimulating! We're in a rut!" 

"If we are ... it's a pretty good rut!" she flared. 

"Yeah ... but you've never even tried ... that's why you ought to read that 
book ... maybe you'd learn how to please a man ... really turn me on!" 

It was an old argument that kept cropping up between them, but Ruth didn't 
really want to argue; especially since Edd had just come home from the 
hospital, so she backed off from it. 

"All right ... I'll read it ..." She made her own mental reservations about 
it, though: ... But, I'm not necessarily going to do what it says! 

"Seriously, Ruth ..." he said, his face. drawn. "I don't know what's wrong 
with me ... why I can't get an erection ... but I'm going to need your help 
... and understanding." 

"Oh, Edd ... you're really worried ... aren't you?" 

"Yeah ... sort of ... I even tried to get a hard-on using my hand ... but 
nothing happened ... and even the pictures in that book that should have had 
my cock standing straight up ... there was nothing!" He got up from the 
table and sat down in the living room while she cleared up the dinner 
dishes. Morosely, he sat there for a few moments, then selected three or 
four books from the bookcase and hobbled back to bed, deciding he'd rather 
read than watch television. Anyway, he felt better when he was lying in bed; 
his back didn't hurt as much. 

In an attempt to fulfill leer promise to Edd, Ruth sat down with the sex 
manual Doctor Stillo had recommended. She opened it and began to peruse its 
contents, rather haphazardly skipping about, looking at a picture here and 
reading a snatch there. A few sections she read, completely. The book dealt 
with methods of sexual stimulation (illustrated), manual and oral, 
indicating the areas of the body involved, various positions of intercourse 
(each illustrated by at least one photograph), homosexual techniques, 
expressions of Lesbian love, along with complete descriptions of orgasm in 
both men and women. It was written in a scholarly manner; she found nothing 
objectionable in the text. It was the depiction of explicit sexual acts that 
revolted her, but she looked at them, feeling duty bound to do so. Edd seems 
to think so much depends on me ... and I know, from what it says here ... 
that if a woman uses her ... m-mouth ... it's very stimulating to a man ... 
but I-I couldn't bring myself to do that! 

She never would have dreamed it would happen ... but as she read, she 
realized that tiny electric sparks of sexual arousal flashed in her loins; 
then she became aware of the moisture wetting her inner lips and the opening 
of her vagina. Uncomfortable from the tumescence in her genitals, she 
crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her panties seemed to irritate and stimulate 
her at the same time. Oh no! I'm getting all worked tip ... and there 
doesn't seem to be any chance that Edd will be able to ... to m-make l-love 
to me! 

Putting the book aside, she rose and went into the bedroom, determined that 
she would find some way to arouse him, short of those abhorrent practices 
she just couldn't bring herself to consider. Uhg! That picture showing a 
woman with almost . all of that big thing in her mouth ... why it must have 
been halfway down her throat! 

She found her husband propped up in bed ... asleep again. Deciding not to 
awaken him, yet, she gathered up her things to take into the bathroom with 
her, selecting a daringly revealing nightgown she had not worn ... because 
it was so sheer and sexy. Then, she remembered, Edd had bought it for her. 
He had told her, when he gave it to her, that it was as much for him as for 
her. He's always wanted me to be ... a sort of sexy wanton ... But I just 
can't let myself g-go ... 

In the bathroom, she turned on the shower, adjusting the spray to a 
comfortable warmth and began undressing. Her act of arousal seemed to be 
increased by the act of disrobing; there was a certain sensuousness 
pervading her as her clothing slid from her body garment by garment. The 
movements were like a series of silky caresses over her sensate body. 

Standing nude, finally, she looked down the length of her lovely body as 
insistent keening sensations stabbed at her loins and breasts. Then she 
noted her nipples were distended and hard, spearing out pink and tender from 
the darker, crinkled areolas. 

Unconsciously, her hands moved up to cup and lift the fullness of her 
perfectly mounding breasts, her own hands cool yet prickly on them, as she 
massaged and kneaded them with her fingers, the smooth, alabaster flesh 
pliant and sensate, and she began to feel an increased tension of sexual 
need. Those tiny sparks of desire in her loins, were being boosted in 
voltage until they arced slashingly in her, her body demanding its rapturous 
release. Oh ... I'm only making it worse ... for myself ... and there's 
nothing ... I-I can do about it ... as long as Edd can't ... d-do it to me! 

Her hands dropped away from the smooth, white hemispheres of her breasts, 
and she looked at her reflection in the mirror, young, vibrant, beautiful 
... and; needful. A horrible thought crossed her mind; she had never 
considered it a possibility: Oh, God ... what if Edd s never able to do it 
... again! She had, purposely, kept her own optimism at a high level to 
counter Edd's more-or-less hopeless attitude. Now, as it drained away from 
her, she was struck with the horror of a possible situation: The rest of her 
married life ... without any sex, at all! Oh, no ...! 

A rush . of desire swept over her, and her hands went, again, to her 
throbbing breasts, her fingers plucking at the sensitive nipples, as in her 
imagination, she felt Edd's mouth on them, sucking and nibbling there ... as 
he always did. I'm too young to ... to face not having anything ... nothing 
at all ...! 

Caressingly, her hands moved down across the flat plane of her belly, 
smoothed into the inverted curve of her waist, then out over the swell of 
her hips to move in sensuous circles on the smoothly white globes of her 
buttocks; momentarily her hands were Edd's hands, and she tried to imagine 
what it would be like ... if he never did that, again. Even if I'm not as 
sexy as Edd wants me ... I-I've come to orgasm enough to know ... I-I need 
it ... have to have it ... pretty regular ... and if Edd couldn't do it ... 
how could I ever get it ... again? 

... And, then, uncontrolled, her hand crept to the triangle of her loins, 
covering the golden down, cupping it in her palm to squeeze tightly up 
against it, her middle finger going in, unconsciously, to find the 
sensitive, erect bud of her clitoris, hidden deeply in the fleshy folds of 
her cunt. Instant, flashingly erotic sensations seared her belly. It was the 
same delicious feeling Edd could produce in her with his finger ... or the 
hardness of his erect penis. 

Ruth gasped; her mind reeled. Old prohibitions crowded in on her. It was 
wrong! ... And the wrongness of it, in her mind ... drubbed into her like 
old wive's tales when she was a little girl, could not be squared with the 
needs of her youthful body. She took her hand away. Even if that stupid book 
does say there's nothing wrong with it ... I-I just couldn't do that ... to 
myself! 

The array of huge rubber penises she had seen displayed in the showcase, at 
the Boulevard News, where she had bought the sex manual; flashed through her 
mind. She saw them, again, clearly, standing straight up, literally dozens 
of the life-like, fully erect cocks, some of them more huge than she could 
imagine any man being, and she was repulsed, again. Ugh! I suppose some 
women use those things t-to masturbate with ... and bring themselves to 
orgasm! ... But, she couldn't imagine doing it, herself. I'll just have to 
learn to get along w-without ... I guess ... If Edd doesn't get well ... 
With an effort of will, she tried to put her great need out of her mind. 

Then she stepped into the bathtub and closed the glass doors. The water was 
at the exact temperature she liked. It felt terribly good as it sprayed over 
her body. Business-like she took the bar of lightly perfumed soap and began 
to lather her body, running her hands, caressingly, but unconsciously so 
over her breasts, her abdomen, thighs, buttocks and, finally, her genitals. 
Desperately, she tried to ignore the erotic signals her body beamed to her. 

She did ignore the sex messages, until she turned up the pressure to begin 
rinsing the soap off; then, as she faced the stinging shower, it seemed to 
caress her, and her body was alive to the lewd sensations it created. Then, 
she remembered: 

She had read it in that book, tonight ... but it had meant nothing then. 
Suddenly, she knew. She would do it. Certainly it was harmless ... and maybe 
it would work. Impulsively,. her hands trembling, she reached up to the 
shower head and twisted it off. Instantly, the stinging spray became a full, 
torrential stream of water. She leaned back, allowing the stream to strike 
her directly on the fleshy folds of her pussy. No ... this isn't right ... ! 
What did it say to do? 

Remembering, after a moment, she lay down in the tub, spreading her legs 
wide and shifting her hips about until the full stream of water was hitting 
against' the pulsating shaft of her tiny clitoris. Both her hands, then, 
went to her pussy, one on either side, to spread the fleshy lips, slightly, 
exposing her cunt, nakedly, to the rushing stream. She would never have 
believed it possible. It began to feel so good ... so wonderfully erotic, 
and I'm not doing ... a-anything to myself ... really ... it's just the 
water! OOOoooohhhhh! 

Delicately delicious ecstasy began to envelop her, and she was lost in the 
complete enjoyment of it. She shivered and moaned aloud, uncontrollably, as 
her hips began to undulate upwards against the stream of water. "OOoooh, 
that's wonderful ...!" 

Yes ... the masturbatory effect of the water felt wonderful to her, but 
there was something missing. She needed more to bring her to that plateau of 
rapture that was the jumping off place for the mountain top of her orgasm. 
It's not the same ... as h-having Edd's c-cock ... deep up inside of me! She 
was instantly shocked and horrified that she had thought of it, and more so 
when she realized she had actually named it. It was a word she had, 
steadfastly, refused to say ... even to herself. 

Then, she spotted the white, plastic nozzle of her vaginal douche kit 
hanging with its long hose over the top of the shower enclosure. She had 
used it many times for its designed purpose. Now, she saw a different use 
for it. Reaching-up, she unscrewed the nozzle from the hose. Then, she held 
it in her hand for a moment, studying it, a feeling of shame flooding 
through her as she contemplated a new use for the implement. After all, it's 
been in me lots of times ...! 

Not realizing that she was using it as a dildo, she inserted the smooth 
plastic nozzle into the warm throbbing channel of her cunt, moving it in and 
out, vigorously; instinctively, she concentrated on the top of her cuntal 
passage where she felt the most sensation ... but ... its too small! It's 
not filling me ... the way Edd's cock does! 

Desperately, she plunged the makeshift little cock in and out of her 
seething cunt ... feeling, knowing that her orgasm was there, just out of 
reach, tantalizing her. Oh, God ...! I've got to have s-something bigger ... 
in me! I'm so close ... so close to cumming ... but I can't yet! 

She dropped the douche nozzle into the bathtub beside her. I've already gone 
this far ... I-I might as well ... Holding three of her fingers, rigidly, 
together, she plunged them into her needful, love-starved cunt. OOoooh! That 
s it! Aaugh! 

All the prohibitions, taboos and chidings that could have been mustered 
would not have stopped her, at that moment. With closed eyes, she lay back 
in the steamy warmth of the bathtub, spreading her white, smoothly tapering 
thighs wider for greater access and ease, her own hand transformed, in her 
imagination, into Edd's massive, rampaging cock. 

She could feel the lubricious liquidity of her tender vaginal lining on her 
fingers as they moved in and out, rhythmically, the breadth of her three 
fingers feeling almost like the plunging cock-head Edd had driven into her 
so often. 

Then, her other hand found the shaft of her sensitive, throbbing clitoris, 
and together both hands moved in unison, while ecstatically searing 
sensations swept over her, almost drowning her in soaring erotic rapture. 

Ruth was lost completely to herself-indulgent, auto-erotic stimulation, and 
she reveled in it. It had been too long ... too many days and nights that 
she had been denied her sexuality. Now, she felt almost the same ... as if 
Edd were laboring over her, his muscular body driving his hard cock into her 
... and she was almost ready to cum. There was only one thing wrong: Oh, God 
... my fingers aren't long enough ... t-to reach all the way up inside ... 
the way Edd's cock does! 

The array of realistic plastic cocks, the dildoes she had seen in the 
showcase popped into her mind, and she knew, suddenly, that if she had one, 
right at that instant, it would be right. It would be the answer to her need 
... and her need was great! She had to cum ... now! 

Increasingly the depth to which her plunging fingers reached, desperately, 
she drove her striving body, as her hips writhed in uncontrollable gyrations 
under her; then faster and faster she stroked herself ... until, with a 
rush, her orgasm overcame her, convulsively. Her legs jerked out, splaying 
widely, her breath came pantingly, and she kept her hand moving, wildly and 
recklessly for several more cunt-punishing, plundering strokes. Then, with 
one final plunge, her hips thrust up to meet her hand. AAAAAAAuuuuuuug 
gggggghhhhhhh! I-It's almost here! IM c c u u u u u u u m m m m m 
mmmmmmiiiiiiiiiinnunnnnnnggggggggggg! 
AAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaauuuutitiuuugggggggghhh! 

With a sigh of satisfaction, Ruth relaxed back into the bathtub, as wave 
after wave of orgasmic euphoria swept over her. I-I came! Oh! It feels so 
good ... absolutely wonderful! ... Almost the same ... as if Edd had 
f-fucked me! Suddenly, she sat bolt upright. I-I did it to myself! 

She was shocked. She had been so involved that her conscious mind had been 
out of control. It was her body that demanded and got its release. She had 
masturbated herself to complete orgasm! ... And, F actually thought that 
horrible word Edd's always using! Dear God! It's horrible ... to think about 
it ... I abused myself ... and it's wrong! Wrong! 

Guilt and remorse crowded into her mind to negate the pleasure that she had 
experienced but moments before, and she reached for the faucet handles, 
turned the stream of water off and stood to her feet. Determinedly, she 
screwed the shower head into place, turned the water on again and hastily 
finished her shower. 

Quickly, she dried herself, not daring to look at her own beautifully 
luscious body, glowing with health and the aftermath of soaring, sexual 
satisfaction; then, clutching her dressing robe about her, she padded back 
into her bedroom. Edd was still asleep. Under no circumstances, now, she 
decided, would she awaken him. 

Selecting one of her older, cover-up nightgowns, she shrugged it on over her 
head to hide the shame of her body from herself. It felt s-so good ... for a 
little while ... Why do I have to ruin it ... by feeling so guilty about it?
 Tenderly, she tucked Edd in, pulling up the bedclothes comfortably around 
him. He stirred once, turned to his side and settled back to sleep. Dear God 
... what can I do ...? If Edd doesn't get well ... so he can make love to me 
... the right way ... it would be more than I could take ... and I d-don't 
want to d-do it to myself ... like I just did! I feel so bad ... afterwards 
... 

She snapped out the light and crawled into bed, but her mind would not stop 
mulling it all over ... But, if Edd doesn't get well ... I'd have to do 
s-something! Oh, why couldn't I learn ... like that book says ... to have 
sex ... all kinds of sex ... without feeling guilty about it? 

It was no use, she discovered, trying to imagine herself buying and using 
one of those dildoes. She rejected the idea completely. There's only, one 
solution ... Edd has got to get well ... and that's a medical problem! She 
made up her mind, right then! Tomorrow, she would see Doctor Stillo herself. 
She had to find out what was really wrong with Edd ... and get him started 
on some treatment to cure him. He's got to get well! 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Reluctantly, Doctor Ray Stillo had agreed to see Ruth, after she had, 
tearfully, begged his receptionist, then himself, when he was called to the 
phone, she assuring him that it was urgently necessary for her to see him; 
so he had fitted her into his busy schedule. She sat, nervously, across the 
desk from him, twisting and untwisting a delicate handkerchief. 

"Mrs. Reed ... just as I told your husband ... I found nothing medically 
wrong ... and he should be up and around getting some exercise ..." 

"... but, he seems to be terribly worried ... And upset because h-he can't 
... seem t-to ..." She stopped, not knowing how, to continue. 

"To what ..." the doctor probed. 

"T-to make l-love ... he's not able to ..." 

"To get an erection?" he asked, finishing for her. 

"Yes ..." She looked down in embarrassment. 

"We talked about that ... it's nothing to worry abut ... completely 
temporary, I'm sure." The doctor told her. "There are several techniques 
outlined in that book I recommended ... and you can help him a great deal!" 

"Yes ... we got the book ..." 

"Have you read it ... and have you tried any of those ideas?" he probed. 

"I-I glanced through it," she admitted. 

"You'll have to commit yourself to action, also, Mrs. Reed!" he chided. 

"... but, I couldn't bring myself t-to do some of those things!" she said, 
with some feeling. 

Doctor Stillo looked at her, not missing any of the loveliness of her. He 
liked what he saw; she was definitely a delicious piece of femininity. "I 
should think you'd be able to rouse him, easily!" he said, meaningfully. 

His stare was uncomfortable. She had the feeling this man across the desk 
was mentally undressing her, and her skin seemed to crawl and prickle under 
her clothing. 

"Anyway ..." he went on, after a slight pause, "those sex activities you 
seem to find abhorrent can be learned ... just like any other human activity 
... and if you're truly interested in helping your husband, you'll have to 
learn them!" 

"... but ... they're so wrong ... s-so immoral!" she wailed. 

"Morals be damned!" he snapped. "Is sex important to you ... at all?" 

"Y-yes ... I-I think so ..." 

"Then it's up to you to learn how to help your husband!" 

"But, what if I can't ... it might be just in his mind! Isn't there 
something you could do to help him ... some medicine ... or treatment?" Her 
eyes glistened with quick tears. "I d-don't know what I'd do ... if Edd 
doesn't get well! I need him ... too!" 

The doctor smiled. "Then you are interested! But you're worried about you 
... and your needs ... aren't you?" 

Her quick nod assured him he was right and he went on, "But if your husband 
didn't get well ... there are several ways you could still get sexual 
satisfaction ... you know that don't you?" 

"Y-yes ..." She blushed, remembering her self-induced orgasm of last night. 

"Then ... you've considered the possibility of an affair with another man?" 

His blunt question took her by surprise. She gasped, "I-I most certainly 
wouldn't!" 

"Next best would be a lesbian affair ... with another woman ..." he pressed, 
noting her pretty discomfiture. 

She looked at him in disbelief. "N-no ... never! Ugh! That's ... 
unthinkable!" 

"Masturbation would be a poor third, though!" he observed. 

"That's what I-I thought you meant ..." 

"Then ... you've already discovered at least one outlet?" 

"Y-yes ..." She looked down to avoid his piercing eyes. 

"Since you posed the question ... you know the alternatives open to you, but 
I still maintain ... your husband's impotence is temporary ... and you have 
nothing to worry about, Mrs. Reed." He arose from his chair indicating the 
interview was finished. 

"Thank you ... D-doctor ..." She stood to her feet and turned to leave his 
office. 

"Good bye ... Mrs. Reed." 

He remained standing behind his desk to watch her as she crossed the room, 
opened the door and went through it. The easy grace of her body, the 
obvious, curvaceous fullness of her breasts, thighs and buttocks intrigued 
him. Yes ... he saw her as a very lovely woman who felt a desperate need for 
sexual fulfillment. His usual professional detachment in his dealings with 
patients began to break down as he regarded her as a woman. She's a tempting 
little morsel ... and rather mixed up in her approach to sex! 

He felt the familiar crawling lift of his testicles and the expanding lurch 
of leis penis as he was stimulated, sexually. He stared at the closed door 
through which she had just passed. Damn! She could stand a little 
straightening out ... and Doc Stillo might be just the man who could do it! 

"Damn it, Ray," Grace Stillo said, "it's too risky!" 

It was Thursday, the day Doctor Ray Stillo always took off in the middle of 
the week, from his medical duties, and after a late breakfast, he had just 
told his lovely wife of his plan involving Edd and Ruth Reed. 

"Not really ..." he said, mildly, surprised at her snappishness. 

"You'd be breaking your own rule about not getting involved with your 
patients ... that's all ..." she explained, her eyes softening. "I wasn't 
trying to start an argument ... or anything ... especially on your day off." 

"She's not my patient ... her husband is!" he defended. "It's not the same!" 

They were sitting on the big couch in their sumptuous living room drinking 
second cups of steaming coffee. He looked over at her, surveying her almost 
classic profile, heavy, raven hair, firm, up thrusting breasts that tended 
to escape from her dressing robe and the smooth whiteness of her tapering 
thigh showing as she crossed her legs, provocatively. He didn't have to 
settle it, today, but he would have to have his wife's help and cooperation. 
He reached out and dipped his hand, playfully, into the front of her robe, 
capturing the lush mound of a vibrant breast to caress and tease, the 
berry-like nipple coming up spiky-hard in the palm of his hand, instantly. 
Her face turned to him, inquiringly, a smile of almost lewd expectation 
spreading across it. 

"Feeling horny, Doctor?" she asked. 

"Yes ... and I was just thinking ... you'd like Edd Reed ... too ... he's 
quite a handsome guy ... and probably virile ... when he's functioning ..." 

"Do you mean he's got the proper equipment?" 

"Yes ... but he's got this thing in his mind that he can't raise an erection 
... and that's where you come in, darling!" 

"Me ..." she .questioned. "You mean ... bring them into the group?" 

Grace's hand ran up under her husband's bathrobe to find the gaping fly of 
his pajamas, her hand worming in to find the already hardened shaft of his 
cock. "I'd rather stick with those I know can do the job," she said, "like 
this one!" 

"And another half-dozen I could name!" he countered, then went on. "We need 
new blood. Since that young professor and his wife moved back east ... and 
that novelist with the redheaded fireball moved to San Francisco, the 
membership is down some ... and we're supposed to host the next 
get-together, so it's up to us to do something about it ... O.K.?" 

"It sounds difficult! How am I supposed to get next to a man with a problem 
like that?" 

Ray Stillo's hand on her sensitive breast pushed her back on the couch and 
he leaned over her. He undid the knot at the waist of her robe and pulled 
the garment open, revealing her naked body to his lewdly avid gaze. His 
fingers traced down across the alabaster plane of her flat belly, targeting 
in on the downy blackness at the triangle of her loins. 

"Knowing you, baby ... I don't think you'll have any problems at all ... 
especially if we play it the way I explained it to you ... " 

She gasped with pleasure as his hand began to rummage in the moist, sensate 
flesh of her pussy. Inviting more of the same, her thighs parted. slightly, 
to allow him further access. Relaxing back against the cushions. Grace let 
him have his way with her. It was one of the things she enjoyed most on 
Ray's middle-of-the-week day of relaxation ... and recreation; the fact that 
she had him all to herself. 

Grace realized she was lucky to have Ray Stillo for a husband. He was one of 
the most successful physicians in the whole state ... with an income to 
match his success. All she had to do was to look around their home to assure 
herself of that. 

... then, there was sex ... the kind that was coming up in just a few 
moments. His demands for sex -- of all kinds -- was boundless; of course. 
she mused, her own sexual appetite was a good match of his. That's what she 
liked about Ray. He was tolerant ... and he expected the same of her. By 
common consent, they both sought sexual satisfaction with other partners. 
They both did what they liked; the only rule was there was to be no 
subterfuge, nothing was hidden from each other. The only other iron-clad 
agreement was that she had to be available when lie wanted her and his day 
off was almost always spent with her. Actually, their arrangement had 
strengthened their marriage ... especially after they had become members of 
the group ... a swap club. That was their real smorgasbord! 

Down below, she felt his warm breath wash over the pulsing, sensitive flesh 
of her cunt, and she knew what to expect next. Shifting herself into 
position for him, she parted her shapely, tapering thighs wide, thrusting 
one leg up over the low back of the couch, the other pulled widely to the 
side ... and she field her breath, expectantly, waiting for the first 
flesh-searing contact. AAaaagggh! His tongue dipped into the rapidly 
moistening channel to run in tiny teasing circles just inside the opening of 
her throbbing cuntal passage. She groaned aloud. "Oh, Ray ... that feels 
good!" 

Something unintelligible came from him, his hot breath washing over her 
sensate furrow, but she knew he had heard and responded. Anyway, he knew 
exactly what she liked and how she liked it. That was part of their 
exceptional compatibility. 

Ray was a good lover. No. He was, more than that; he was really outstanding! 
Of all he different men she had experienced, Ray was. still the best; the 
one who could bring her to full arousal -- and satisfy her, every time! In a 
way he's an artist! He plays on a woman's body ... like an accomplished 
musician plays his instrument! Ooooh! 

As Grace's hips began to move in uncontrollable, little circles up against 
her husband's mouth, she remembered how hard it had been, the first time, 
when she had watched him fuck another woman. It was Irene, the redheaded 
fireball wife of the novelist, who lay under him, that night, her legs 
pulled up all the way to her breasts, mashing them, cruelly, while Ray's big 
cock had plundered her unmercifully. She had watched in reluctant, horrified 
fascination until they had collapsed ... but only after the redhead had cum 
four times ... But, it was harder, I think ... when the novelist was making 
it with me ... and I knew Ray was watching ... 

Now, Ray's tongue was on the throbbingly erect shaft of her clitoris, and 
she gasped with the pleasurable shock of it, her hands going down to Ray's 
head to guide him ... and let him know her enjoyment of it. "Oh, God ... 
Ray! Eat me ... good ... and all the way!" she moaned. 

His tongue, moist and warm, was like smooth honey on her. Suddenly, she 
thrust her loins up at him in a supplication to him to do it, again. His 
tongue had left her clitoris and moved down the full length of her now 
hungrily pulsating furrow, until the tip of it was probing at the wrinkled, 
brown ring of her anus. The erotic shock of it was almost too much. Constant 
mewling sounds emitted from her mouth, as she felt herself on the brink of 
orgasm. His probing tongue there made her remember that Ray had joined the 
novelist, after a few moments ... and both of them had fucked her the big, 
raw-boned writer rampaging in her searing cunt ... while Ray's bit cock had 
introduced her to the impossible joys of anal intercourse, for the first 
time. I hadn't thought it possible ... to be fucked by two men ... at the 
same time! She had had it that way several times since; actually, she rather 
preferred it, for she always experienced multiple orgasms. There isn't 
anything quite like it ... especially when you can just cum and cum ... and 
keep cumming ... 

Ray's mouth was tucked in tight against the flesh of her cunt, now, his 
tongue plundering in and out of her throbbing passage with greater speed. 
Her hands on his head held him into her even closer, and her pelvis moved 
wildly with her head. 

"Make me cum ... darling!" she moaned. 

Then ... the convulsive rapture of her first orgasm came to her, and she 
rose to meet it, her thighs splaying out, her hips jerking upwards to his 
mouth, offering him the whole of her being. 

"Aaaaaauuughhh! Oh, that's it, Ray!" she cried. "I'm cummmming! 
Aaaaaaaauuuggghhh!" Then, as tiny aftershocks of it coursed through her. she 
begged him, "Keep me cumming, Ray!" 

He knew what she wanted. His tongue was already busy on her, again, licking 
insanely at the pulsating head of her clitoris. Before her body could 
descent to a lower level of arousal, she was back on the mountain top of 
another orgasm. "AAAAaaauuuugghhhh! Oh, God, Ray that's it! Again ... and, 
again!" she pleaded. "AAgggaaaiiiiiinnnnn! OOOoohhh! AAAAuuugggHHH!" 

She came ... and came, until she slumped back into the cushions of the couch 
in final surrender, her eyes closed, breath coming in short, panting gasps. 

Ray Stillo leaned his torso over her, captured her soft, sensuously pliant 
lips and kissed her tenderly, his tongue probing into her mouth until she 
began to suck and nibble on it, hungrily. After a few moments he leaned away 
from her. and said, "Not that you need the practice, darling ... but what 
say we go into the bedroom ... for a preview of your little scene with Edd 
Reed?" 

"You still want to go through with that?" 

"You know it! Just wait until you see her!" he said, enthusiastically. 

"You're a bastard sometimes, Ray!" she said, smiling up at him. "But a 
loveable bastard! She must really be something ... or you wouldn't have that 
goatish gleam in your eye!" 

"Would you like to have a description?" 

"No ... I'll be seeing her, myself ... and if she's all you say ... maybe 
I'd be interested, too ..." 

"Well ... there's always a possibility for a nice trio!" he said, without 
rancor, accepting his wife's point of view. 

"Then you'll do it?" 

"For you, darling ... yes," she said, rising from the couch to take him by 
the hand and leading the way to their bedroom. 

Doctor Stillo threw his dressing robe from him and stripped off his pajamas, 
then, he removed her only garment, a frilly, feminine peignoir. She stood 
before him, proudly naked, perfectly sculpted in living, vibrant flesh, 
every detail of her lovely body etched into his memory. He clasped her in 
his strong arms and murmured, "You won't be sorry ... Reed's got something 
there for you ... we've just got to get it started again!" 

"We ..."she questioned. 

"Sure! My session with his sexy little wife is the other side of the coin!" 
he told her. 

With mutual consent, they sank down to the soft bed, Ray stretching out to 
full length and pulling his wife down on top of him. She kissed him, 
feelingly, then as she moved down, slithering her body, sinuously, the soft 
moistness of her lips trailing down across his chest to pay homage, briefly, 
to the two, tiny male nipples, she raised her head to say, "Of course, this 
is all in the name of medical science ..." 

He caught her sarcastic approach. "Certainly ... you little bitch! It'll 
kill two birds, as they say ... besides I'm in the mood for a strange piece 
of tail ... and I'm really going to enjoy my fucking work!" 

Grace grinned at him, lewdly, "You always enjoy it ... don't you?" 

"Yes ... and if you don't, get busy ... I'll have to do something drastic!" 

"Like what ... daddy?" She feigned terror. 

"I'll get out that twelve inch dildo ... and give you, a real going over 
with it!" 

She shivered, delicately, "Oh, Ray ... you scare me to death with threats 
like that ..." she smiled. "Will you do it right away?" 

"Yeah ... later," he promised. "Now, quit talking ... and use that beautiful 
mouth for something worthwhile!" 

"All right, darling ..." 

Obediently, her lips returned to his body, trailing moistly down across the 
still hard-muscled. flat belly, her fingernails scratching lightly over the 
erect length of his throbbing cock that reached up, yearningly, toward the 
ceiling. She hovered over him, now, on all fours, her face poised just above 
the blood-engorged cockhead, the warm, moist air of her breath washing over 
it for a moment or two. 

Ray sucked in his breath, deeply as his wife knelt there over him to take 
his massive cock in both hands. Using her open palms, she rolled the 
hardened rod of flesh between them, slowly. He raised his head to watch her, 
as delicious sensations centered there, bringing his prick to even greater 
pulsing hardness. Then, with practiced expertise, she gripped the shaft of 
his expanding cock with both hands, and much as she were wringing dry a wet 
garment, her hands moved in opposite directions, gently yet firmly, several 
times. Lacerating ecstatic sensations were produced, instantly in him, and 
he groaned aloud. "God ... Grace ... get it in your mouth ... and start 
sucking!" 

His loins thrust upward, toward her waiting lips, involuntarily, even as the 
warm moistness of her open lips captured the sensitive head of his wildly 
pulsating cock. Reaching down, he tangled his fingers, tightly, in her hair 
to guide and control the rhythm of her head as she began to move with slow, 
sure and even strokes, each one absorbing more of his hard length into her 
mouth and throat. With his head still raised, slightly, he watched her 
hollowing cheeks and nibbling, sucking lips. His watching seemed to make the 
sensations that much more acute and exciting; at the same time, he could 
feel her tongue as it swirled around and around, crazily, inside her mouth, 
caressing him. Then, he felt her teeth, as she allowed them barely to graze 
him, eliciting even stronger erotic sensations. Damn! There isn't anybody 
like Grace! She really knows how to turn a man on! 

Almost all of one wall of their expensively furnished bedroom was covered 
with a huge plate-glass mirror. He laid back on the pillow and turned his 
head to look into it. He could see the entire bed; especially, he had a 
perfect profile view of Grace's face, as he began to thrust his hips up, 
now, in countering rhythm to her bobbing head. He could see, plainly, the 
shaft of his big cock moving in and out of her ovaled, lipstick-covered 
lips. The erotic sight caused him to jerk his loins up into her face, until 
in the mirror, it seemed she was taking all of it down her throat. Only a 
little stretch of his shaft showed, white and glistening above his hairy 
loins and below her tensile-tight lips. Her nose nestled into the thatch of 
his pubic hair, each time her lips came down, sheathingly, over him. 

Her tongue, with a nerve-tingling lick on each out stroke made the 
lust-inflated head of his cock throb and jerk with ever-increasing exquisite 
sexual excitement. He watched, with salacious satisfaction, in the mirror, 
as her lips were pulled out, clingingly, to the flesh of his prick, then 
stuffed back in, again, on the in stroke. Her eyes were closed as she 
concentrated on her stimulating task, and he knew that she, too, was 
enjoying it as she always did. 

Briefly, his mind drifted to Ruth Reed. He really enjoyed introducing women 
like her to the first joys of uninhibited sex. He could see her now, in his 
mind's eye, as lie shoved his cock into her mouth for the first time. Hell! 
If anybody can teach her ... I can! Her education is long overdue! It was 
really going to be fun to watch her when he pumped his hot semen down her 
throat ... and forced her to swallow it! 

"Come on, Grace ... suck it!" he grunted. "I'm getting- pretty damned close 
... already!" 

Below, his wife slaved over his big cock, doing his bidding, one hand going 
to his heavy, ball-laden sac, her fingers scratching lightly over its 
wrinkled surface; then, she trailed a tantalizing finger down to tease the 
sensitive little opening of his anal orifice. In the mirror he saw Grace's 
beautiful torso crouched over him, her black hair falling down, now, over 
his loins, the soft brushing sensation of it increasing his own pleasure. 
Her breasts danced, prettily, below, as her whole body was absorbed in her 
erotic task, and he could see tiny droplets of perspiration , forming on her 
skin. One thing's sure ... Grace really puts herself into it ... 

He could feel the pressure building in him. It wouldn't be long now! His 
cock in her mouth felt like it was expanding to even more massive 
dimensions. The acid burning sensation in his urethra felt like a burning 
fuse leading to the dynamite stick of his ready-to-explode cock. God! He 
felt like it was ready to explode ... now! 

Convulsively, his loins jerked up hard against her face. He heard her 
muffled voice of protest, but he ignored it. It was almost there! The 
building torture of the sexual tension was almost too much. He had to cum! 

... then, suddenly, he felt everything give way, inside him, deep in his 
loins, and he felt the racing, pumping stream of semen as it hosed through 
the length of his cock with convulsive force. He gasped with the exquisite 
final release from the torturing need to cum, and gave himself over to the 
enjoyment of the delicious rapture of it. 

His cock commenced a wild, jerking action, expanding even more in the 
confines of her mouth, shooting his cum, machine-gun like, without warning, 
into his wife's insanely sucking mouth, filling her oral cavern with a 
barrage of his hot, white sperm. Her cheeks bloated out around the shaft of 
his cock, and he thrust his loins up into her face with a final, 
muscle-tensing plunge to drive his massive shaft the final centimeter into 
her throat. She was forced to swallow it. He had pulled her head down hard 
against his loins, at the same time, and he could hear her throat working as 
she swallowed and swallowed; then, she crooned and mewled over him. 

"Keep on ... sucking!" he gasped. "God! Keep ... sucking!" He didn't want it 
to stop ... ever. 

Grace knew her husband ... knew what he wanted. She kept right on sucking 
wildly on his jerking cock, as he continued to ejaculate his load of sperm 
deep into her mouth. 

Finally, with one last mighty groan, the last of his cum was emptied into 
her hotly milking throat, but she went on, continuing to nibble and suck 
gently, until every last drop of it was sucked deep into her hungering 
belly. Then, she used her tongue to lick the deflating cockhead clean. As it 
returned to what she knew would be only a temporary flaccid state, she 
released it from her mouth and rested her head on his thigh. 

Ray emitted a shivering sigh of satisfaction and relaxed down into the soft 
bed, his hands caressing his wife's beautiful face, reveling in the smooth, 
unblemished texture of her creamy skin. 

After a few moments of quiet enjoyment, she slid, sinuously up his body, 
captured his lips and kissed him hard, her tongue searching into his mouth, 
and he could taste the pungent flavor of his own seminal essence that still 
remained, faintly, in her mouth. Finally, when she broke the kiss and 
cuddled down alongside him, he murmured: "That was great ... baby doll ... 
just great!" 

"I wanted it to be good for you, Ray ... after what you did for me with your 
tongue on the couch ..." 

"MMmmmmm ..." he acknowledged. "I'm going to take a little nap, now ... to 
rest up a bit!" 

"All right, darling ..." she agreed, snuggling up closer to him. 

She knew it was only the beginning of a wonderful day ... and night ... and 
she was terribly glad she was married to him. Most of the other professional 
men she knew would have been on the golf course ... but, not Ray Stillo. His 
favorite indoor sport was right there with her. Just before she drifted off 
to sleep, she wondered what sort of a man Edd Reed could be. I can't imagine 
a man ... not being able to raise an erection! She reached out to her 
husband's cock ... to reassure herself. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

"Isn't it marvelous, Edd," Ruth bubbled, " ... Doctor Stillo just called ... 
and he and his wife are coming here tonight to start some special treatments 
on you ..." 

"Treatments ...? What kind of treatments?" 

"Well ... it seems his wife was a physical therapist ... before they got 
married," she explained, "and he was discussing your ... your c-case with 
her ... and she volunteered to come over and give you a massage and 
adjustment to your back ..." 

"I don't know what the hell good that'd do!" he groused. 

"Doctor Stillo said that sometimes getting all of a person's backbone back 
in place would make a difference ... something about relieving pressure on a 
nerve," she went on, repeating what the doctor had said. "... Anyway; it's 
worth a try ... isn't it?" 

Edd looked at her questioningly, "How come all this special attention from 
Doc Stillo ... and his wife?" 

"I guess he's worried about y-you ..." she said transparently. 

He saw through her immediately. "You mean ... you're worried ... and you 
probably went to see him ... about me ... about my not being able to get a 
hard on ... That's right isn't it?" 

"Y-Yes, darling ... th-that's right ..." she admitted. "But ... I only did 
it ... because I wanted to help you!" 

"All right ... I suppose I'll have to put up with it ... since it's already 
arranged ... but it beats me how a massage and a back adjustment could help 
me ... with the kind of problem I've got!" 

"The doctor said his wife was a real expert, Edd!" 

Friday evening, about 8:30 Doctor Ray Stillo and his wife Grace arrived at 
the Reed's apartment. Ruth met them graciously at the door and invited them 
into the modest living quarters. The doctor lugged in a rather large 
box-like affair, resembling a piece of luggage. He deposited it casually in 
the hallway and followed his wife and Ruth Reed into the living room. Ed 
limped out of the bedroom, clad in pajamas and bathrobe to meet them. He was 
surprised at the raven-haired beauty of Mrs. Stillo. It was something he 
hadn't expected. Somehow, his image of a masseuse involved a towering, 
massive figure with bulging muscles. He suggested a drink. Ruth took the 
orders; mixed and served, standing in for her husband who usually did the 
honors. 

"I was looking through the medical literature on this ... and thought maybe 
a pinched nerve could be the culprit ... I found some references to it ... 
and when I mentioned it to Grace ... she agreed to give it a try ..." the 
doctor explained. "Do you feel like you'd like to go along with it?" 

"I guess it couldn't hurt ... the massage would help, to relax me ... if 
nothing else ..." Edd agreed. 

"I think Ray's diagnosis of a pinched nerve sounds reasonable," Grace added, 
"... but it's up to you ... er ..." 

"Edd ..." Edd supplied. 

"It's up to you, Edd ... I wouldn't want to let you think you were being 
pressured into it," she finished. 

"O.K., you can go ahead and give me the treatment," Edd agreed. "I just 
don't think it'd do much good for me!" 

Later, as Grace finished her highball, she rose to her feet and said, "Well 
... let's get ready for your treatment, Edd!" She smiled at her husband. 
"Ray ...?" 

The doctor got up, went into the hallway and brought her portable table, 
setting it up quickly in the Reed's bedroom, and helped Edd onto it. 

"We'll have to get rid of that robe ... and at least the tops of your 
pajamas!" Grace Stillo observed. 

Obediently Edd shed the garments, grunting, "I'll keep the bottoms, though!" 

"Suit yourself ... . Edd, but it'd be better ... if you were completely nude 
..." 

"No thank yoga!" he emphasized. 

Ruth watched the preparations with interest as Edd lay face down on the 
narrow table; then she felt Doctor Stillo's touch on her arm. "Ruth ... you 
and I can go enjoy another drink while Grace works on him ... O.K.?" 

"Why ... y-yes, of course, doctor... if you'd rather ..." she smiled. 

"I'd rather!" he stated. "Grace doesn't need my help here ... this is a 
field I know very little about!" 

Grace, who had begun to knead and pommel the muscles of Edd's shoulders, 
looked up and grinned, "Yes, Ray ... you and Ruth run along ... I do prefer 
privacy ... when I'm working on a patient." 

Ruth caught some sort of significant glance exchanged between the doctor and 
his wife, and she could have sworn there was something of a lewd 
salaciousness in it. Then, on quick reflection, she decided she must have 
imagined it. There was no reason for her to think that the doctor and his 
wife had some ulterior motive in what they were doing. Everything was much 
too straightforward. They seemed to be eager to help Edd in any way they 
could. She dismissed the impression from her mind as a bit of foolishness. 

Back in the living room, she asked, "Doctor ... do you think it'll really 
help him?" 

"It might very well might," he said, "however, a good deal of the success of 
any treatment depends upon .the patient ... whether the person wants to be 
helped ..." 

"I understand ... doctor ... and Edd seems to be awfully pessimistic about 
the whole thing ... that's the whole trouble, isn't it?" 

"Yes ... and actually, my own diagnosis -- the one I truly believe -- is 
that it's all in his mind ... and that's a job for a psychiatrist!" He 
smiled at her quick frown. "But, I agreed to the physical therapy approach 
... as a sort of experiment ..." He stopped short. ."Hey ... how about those 
drinks ...?" 

"Oh yes ... I almost forgot ..." She started toward the bar, but the doctor 
stopped her. 

"I'll mix!" he said. "If you don't mind ... I'm a pretty good bartender. I 
probably missed my calling ..." He grinned at her disarmingly. 

She was glad of his offer to build the drinks; the proportions always seemed 
to escape her. Sitting down comfortably on the couch, she smiled her 
agreement. "Please ... I really prefer to have a man do the drinks ..." 

Surreptitiously, as he mixed the tall highballs, Ray Stillo added a few 
drops of Dhattura to her drink. He had carried the small phial in his pocket 
in preparation for the evening's activities. It was easier if inhibitions 
were broken down right at the start. 

He brought the drinks to where she sat and handed hers to her. "Try that, 
Ruth," he said, genially. 

She sipped. "It's very good, doctor ..." she complimented. 

"Let's knock off the doctor stuff!" lie told her. "My name's Ray ... and my 
wife's name is Grace ... I'm not in my office now! Among friends ... we're 
just ordinary people." 

"All right ... if you insist, Ray it is ..." She lifted her glass and drank. 

Ray sat down beside her, lifted his own glass and took a healthy swallow, 
smacking his lips appreciatively, "Yes ... that's a good drink ... I always 
build them double!" 

"Heavens! I'd better take it easy then!" She had just taken a generous 
swallow of her own. 

"Plenty of time ... Ruth. Grace'll be working with him for quite a while! 
She's very thorough!" 

He looked over at her, appraisingly, his eyes sweeping over her sensuously, 
taking in all of her blonde loveliness. 

"Edd's very lucky to have a woman like you for a wife," he said. Ruth felt 
her face flush. She didn't know how to handle his statement. "What do you 
m-mean ... ?" she asked in confusion. 

"You're a very lovely woman ... and a sexy one!" he complimented. 

Now, her face flamed crimson. "Well ... thank you ... Ray. ... but I-I ..." 
She stopped in real confusion. There were strange fires beginning to glow 
down between her thighs in her loins ... and there was no reason for it. She 
had had only the one weak highball she had made for herself ... and about 
half of the double. It couldn't be the alcohol. 

"Is something wrong, my dear?" he asked. 

"No ... n-not really ... I just had a strange feeling come over me ..." she 
shrugged. "It's nothing really ..." 

"A feeling like ... you'd like to be fucked?" he asked, smiling at her 
lewdly. 

"No!" 

"You are ... you know ..." 

"I-I don't follow you ... what you mean ...?" she gasped, an inkling of what 
was happening to her filtering through her whirling mind. 

"I mean ... you're going to get fucked ... by me!" he told her. 

She tried to rise from the couch, furious with him, angry with what he had 
said and the vulgar way in which he had said it. "Don't be ridiculous!" she 
snapped. 

His strong hand pushed her back against the cushions. "The reason I know is 
because what you're feeling is a very potent aphrodisiac I put in your 
highball!" he grinned at her salaciously. "You won't be able to resist it 
... as a matter of fact, you'll be begging me for it!" 

"Aphro-aphrodisiac ... ?" 

"Yes, my dear!' One of the few that really works! Some of my research into 
folk medicine led me to it ... and believe me, I know what it'll do. 

"You're a beast!" she snarled up into his face. 

"Perhaps ... but you'll only be able to judge that by the end results," he 
said mildly, not taking offense. "Then ... I might be either a beast -- as 
you say -- or a medical genius!" 

"You must be crazy! Let me up ... a-and you can get out of my house ... 
right now!" Ruth flared at him. 

"Not yet ... not until the treatment is finished!" 

"Treatment ...?" she gasped. "How can all this s-stupid business be some 
kind of ... treatment?" 

"You'll see ... later ... and maybe much later you'll understand it!" the 
doctor said, leaning close to her. 

She shrank back away from him. His hand on her shoulder still pinned her 
back against the cushions of the couch. She could no longer deny the lewdly 
rising feelings that rippled, up through her stomach and breasts. There was 
a definite sensation of congestion in her loins. It was sexual. The slashing 
need was growing in her ... and there was nothing she could do about it. 
Suddenly, she knew this insane doctor was going to kiss her. 

His lips were on hers; then his strong arms were going around her and 
pulling her close. She attempted to twist her head aside. He held her in a 
vise-like grip, and there was no escaping him as she felt his tongue tying 
to enter her mouth between her lips. He'd have a hard time, she told 
herself. I won't let him! 

Then while he held her fast with one hand, his other hand went up under her 
dress, almost snake-like, as it slithered up between her cringing thighs, 
unerringly, to the softly hair-covered mound at the cusp of her legs. The 
electric contact caused her to gasp ... try to protest, and as she started 
to say words, mumbling up into his mouth, the words muffled by his covering 
lips, his tongue darted between her lips and the barrier of her teeth to 
probe deeply, questingly. Below then, his practiced hand rummaged in her 
loins, and one of his fingers slid down into the crease at the top of her 
vaginal split, pressing through the sheer cloth of her panties to find the 
tiny hardening shaft of her clitoris pulsing there. 

She couldn't believe the wrenching strength of the unwanted sensations that 
rampaged in her at that moment. Futilely she tried to clamp her thighs 
together, but the damage had been done already. She couldn't keep him out. 
Her hands went down to grasp his wrist, her fingers plucking at his muscular 
forearm to no avail. Then she began to writhe away from him, her whole body 
involved in a desperate bid for freedom from his encompassing arms. No! God 
n-no,! He's trying to ... rape me! 

Ruth felt herself being pushed back, until she was lying on the couch, the 
doctor still over her, his mouth clamped to hers, his hand teasing her 
pulsing clitoris to ever greater sensitivity and his weight on her, held her 
immobile and helpless under him. What can I do ...? 

Suddenly, she relaxed under him, forcing herself to let all of her muscles 
go lax. Perhaps she could catch him off guard ... and escape from him ... 
call for help from Edd and the doctor's wife in the bedroom. 

Her sudden, seeming submission caused Ray to lift his head, breaking the 
intimate contact of their lips and tongues. 

"Changed your mind ... decided not to fight it, eh?" he asked, grinning down 
at her with lewd anticipation. 

"No!" she snapped. "I'm going to c-call Edd ... and your wife!" 

Doctor Stillo threw back his head and laughed. "That's a good one!" he 
roared. "If I know Grace ... she's probably already solved his problem ... 
and she's either sucking him off ... or she's got his cock in her cunt ... 
and they're fucking for all they're worth!" 

The lewd statement rolled off his lips with the same firmness as a medical 
diagnosis. Ruth couldn't believe what she had heard. Edd ... and Grace ... 
in our bedroom ... making love? It's not possible! Why ... Edd can't even 
... get an erection! 

She gasped, "Edd can't ..." 

"Oh yes he can!" the doctor told her "... and Grace can get his cock up ... 
if anybody can! 

That's what she's here for ... for sexual therapy!" 

"But, y-you ... you were trying to ... to rape me ... !!" 

"Not really ... I think you're part of Edd's problem!" he said. "You've got 
to discover your own sexuality." 

"What do you m-mean ... you're talking in riddles!" 

"You're going to learn to fuck ... without any inhibitions ... that's why I 
gave you the aphrodisiac ... to get you loosened up!" 

The doctor had not, for an instant, abandoned her heating loins: his hand 
was insistent. tantalizing, erotic on the sensate, throbbing flesh. of her 
pussy. "So ... you might as well relax and enjoy it!" he went on. 

"... But, I can't l-let another m-man ... do that ... to m-me!" she wailed. 

"You don't have a choice!" Doctor Stillo said with firmness. "Those drops 
will make you want to fuck ... and I'm the one man available to you right 
now ... so, as I said, you'd be better off to have some fuel while we're at 
it!" 

With practiced dexterity, he suddenly reached up under her dress, using both 
hands, and grasped her thin nylon panties by the waistband. One swift 
movement brought them down below her knees, then leaning back, he jerked 
them free of her feet. Ruth gasped with surprise. She started to raise her 
body up, but his big hand pushed her back down solidly against the cushions 
of the couch. "This is a good start toward getting you naked!" he grunted. 

The loss of her panties should have been something horrible to her, 
tantamount to the accomplishment of his avowed purpose ... but there was 
something of the erotic in it. It heightened her own unwanted pleasurable 
sensations of sexual arousal. There was no denying the hungry urge within 
her. It was there searing her loins with desire. 

She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. "P-Please ... don't ..." 
she pleaded. "I-I couldn't bear to have any other man but my husband do it 
t-to me ..." 

"The word is fucked, baby!" he snapped. "You're going to get fucked ... like 
you've never been fucked before ... and I'm the one who's going to fuck 
you!" 

"N-Noo!" she moaned, still trying to deny the insane sensations that raced 
like uncontrolled wildfire through her. 

Doctor Stillo reached for the buttons at the front of her dress, 
confidently, saying at the same time, "... And, after I'm through with you 
... I'll give you back to your husband, whom I"II guarantee will be more 
than ready to take up where I leave off!" 

Suddenly, it was all illuminated for her. "You m-mean ... you're going to 
make Edd j-jealous enough t-to make him want to ..." 

"... Fuck you!" the doctor supplied. 

"Grace ...?" 

"She's going to work on Edd ... and sort of get him ready!" he told her. 

"You planned ... th-this ... ?" 

"Yes ... now let's knock off the chatter ... we're wasting time!" he said. 
The first thing we've got to do ... is get you stripped naked!" 

Ruth was thunderstruck with the idea the doctor had just outlined. It seemed 
so bizarre ... and yet, at the same time, it all seemed so reasonable. Was 
it possible that Edd could be shocked out of his impotence? She didn't know. 
Yet, that was what Doctor Stillo intended. A shock treatment. 

Under the influence of the drug she was so absorbed and intrigued with the 
idea that she found herself helping the doctor to undress her. She shrugged 
her shoulders as he removed her dress, sat up for him to unhook her bra, and 
before she knew it, she was disrobed. The cool air of the room washed over 
her, and her naked body trembled, expectantly. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Grace Stillo worked competently, for a few minutes, massaging Edd's back and 
loosening the muscle tensions. Her ministrations felt good to him, her hands 
cool and efficient. Before he knew it, he was relaxed and drowsy. She had 
said very little while she worked. 

Finally, her voice came to him through the relaxed drowsiness, "Beginning to 
feel relaxed, Edd?" Her voice had a throaty sexiness to it. 

"MMmmmmmmmm!" he agreed. 

"Turn over on your back, now ... I want to work on the front of you!" 

Obediently, Edd turned over and was gratified that much of the soreness in 
his back seemed to be gone. He looked up at her, as she began to knead the 
muscles of his chest. The two top buttons of her white uniform were gaping 
open, and he could see down between the cleft of her perfectly formed 
breasts ... almost to her navel. He hadn't noticed the open buttons, before; 
she must have undone them herself, he decided. It couldn't have been an 
accident. She's sure got a beautiful pair of tits there ... and I'd just 
love to get hold of them! ... But, Christ ... what good would it do ... with 
that limp prick of mine ... just hanging there between my legs!? The only 
thing it's good for, right now, is pissing! 

He closed his eyes, attempting to blot out the vision of loveliness, before 
him. He was in the position of a diabetic turned loose in a candy factory 
... or a eunuch in a harem. I can't do a Goddamned thing about it! 

Grace saw his momentary gleam of interest as he had looked down her dress. 
At least, he hadn't lost his window-shopping ogling of the merchandise, she 
decided. It was going to be fun to watch his reactions to their little 
experiment. 

As she continued to massage him, he relaxed even more, trying to make his 
mind blank, the better to enjoy the feeling of euphoria induced in him by 
her sensuous manipulations. Then, he felt something cool draped across his, 
chest. Without opening his eyes, he thought she must be getting ready for 
another phase of her treatment, but when he felt a similar sensation of 
something being draped across his ankles, he opened his eyes to determine, 
exactly what was going on down there. 

Quickly, Grace secured the restraining strap over his chest and arms. He was 
tied down to the table. He was unable to move. 

"What the hell's going on?" he growled. 

Flashing a smile at. him, Grace told him, "Just capturing my audience ... 
Very effective ... isn't it?" 

"Look..,. I don't know what your game is ... but I don't take to being tied 
up!" 

"It's all part of an experiment being carried out by the mad Doctor Stillo 
... and I'm his beautiful assistant!" she kidded. 

The strong leather straps held his arms, torso and legs, tightly. He tested 
his strength against them and found he was completely immobile. 

"That's not very funny!"- he declared. "Now, tell me what in hell this's all 
about!" 

"Do you like ravishingly beautiful women ... Edd?" she asked. 

"Yes ... but what's that got to do with tying me up?" 

"Maybe everything ... Darling!" Her voice had that sexy quality in it that 
promised everything. 

"Christ!" he exploded. "You've lost me!" 

"Do you think you would like me ...?" 

She opened another button at the front of her white uniform, and she watched 
with satisfaction as his suddenly bulging eyes followed her action. Another 
button was opened ... then, another, with excruciating slowness. " Well ... 
would you...?" 

"You know damned well I would!" 

"... But, you couldn't do anything about it ... right?" she taunted. Yet 
another button was undone, and her dress was open to the waist. "Look Edd 
... aren't my tittles luscious!" She pulled her dress open, teasingly, 
giving him a quick look at perfect, mounding hemispheres of the loveliest 
breasts he had ever seen. 

"Damn ... I don't believe it!" 

"They're real, Edd ... warm, vibrant and smooth ..." she teased. "Would you 
like to see how my nipples get all hard and pointed ... when I start feeling 
sexy?" 

"You trying to be a cock-teaser?" he rasped out at her. 

"Maybe ... but I understand you can't even get it up!" 

"Christ ... don't make it any worse!" 

"I could be doing you a favor ... you know ..." she said, as she slowly 
opened the front of her dress, again, her hands going under her smooth, 
white breasts to cup them up and massage them, gently, lasciviously, before 
his eyes, the alabaster flesh pliant in her hands, and he watched with 
fascination. Her cameo pink nipples began to elongate and swell, the areolas 
wrinkling up, prettily at the base of the berry-like buds; then, she used 
her fingers to roll them, tantalizing them to even greater erection. She 
went on, "You like that, Edd ... ? You can't seem to take your eyes away ... 
can you?" 

"You little bitch! I'd like to get my hands on you!" he gritted. 

"I'll bet!" she countered. "... But what could you do for me?" 

Grace came close and leaned over him, allowing one of her alluring breasts 
to come down over his face, just out of reach of his hungering lips. 
"Wouldn't it be nice to have that in your mouth ... Edd?" Her voice was 
seductive and low. 

Edd's head came up, his mouth ovaled, attempting to capture the provocative 
nipple in his lips, but she pulled it back and away, not allowing him to 
touch it. 

She turned her back to him and pulled the white, uniform dress over her 
head, slowly; she was completely nude under it, and little by little, her 
lithe loveliness was revealed to him, until she stood nakedly beautiful. He 
gasped, involuntarily; she was absolutely the most luscious piece of 
feminine pulchritude he had ever seen. Tossing her dress to the bed, she 
looked back over her shoulder at him. "Do you like me ... this way ... 
better?" 

"God! You're beautiful ... Grace!" he said, meaning it. Then, as she turned 
around to face him, his eyes devoured her. He saw creamy, white flesh, 
almost translucent, with the fine, bluish network of veins showing, 
slightly, beneath the glowing surface, proud, high, full-mounding breasts, 
their nipples spiking out, pinkly, the flat plane of her belly, the supple 
muscle ridges rippling just below the surface, the nipped in curves of her 
waist, swelling out to perfectly symmetrical hips that curved taperingly 
into long thighs, delicate knees, slim calves and tiny ankles. Everything 
about her was perfect ... and his eyes couldn't stay away from the center of 
his interest. They zeroed in and locked on the silky black hair covering the 
gentle mound at the triangle of her thighs. 

"Do you really think so ...?" she asked, turning in a graceful circle for 
him. "But how do I compare to your wife ... Ruth?" 

"Ruth ...? She's a damned lovely woman ... too!" 

"Do you love her?" 

"That's a stupid question!" he barked. "Of course I do!" 

"Then, why haven't you shown her?" 

"Christ! I can't! I haven't been able to get a hard on! You know that!" 

"Could you get one up for me ... if you thought you could fuck me?" She ran 
her hands over her hips, provocatively, then let them run back into the 
center to cover her triangular mound, one hand running under and between her 
thighs to clasp herself, tightly. Edd could hardly believe his eyes and 
ears, when next he saw her undulate her hips, erotically, toward him and the 
clasping hand began to move with slow, mastabutory movements on her own 
pussy. Damn! She'll drive me crazy with her wild sex show! 

Edd almost felt like crying. It had been many years since he had felt that 
way, but her provocative taunting was getting to him ... inside him, galling 
him like acid. 

... But worse ... as much as he would have liked to break the bonds that 
held him to the table, leap from it and, mount this sexy, black-haired, 
cock-teasing woman, ramming his hard cock home in her taunting cunt and 
fucking her until she begged for mercy ... he couldn't have done so. His 
cock still lay flaccid and useless between his legs. There hadn't been even 
one tremor of an erotic sensation in it. It was dead! 

"You teasing little bitch!" he gritted. 

"Tch, tch! Edd! Temper will get you nowhere!" she chided. "All I want to 
know is ... would you like to fuck me ... any and every way you wanted ...?" 

"Yes!" he blurted. "Goddamn, yes!!!" 

"Good! That's all I wanted to know!" 

She came to where he lay bound on the table, reached out and pulled his 
pajama bottoms down, exposing his loins completely. His softly limp penis 
still lay there. She put her warm, smooth hand on it and lifted it, 
experimentally, remarking, "This must be quite a weapon ... when it's hard!" 

"You're damned right!" he grunted. "... And, when I do get it hard, again 
... I'm going to shove it up your teasing little cunt and fuck you like 
you've never been fucked before!" 

"Oh, darling ... I hope so!" she said. 

"It wasn't quite the answer I expected! You would really enjoy being fucked 
that way ... wouldn't you?" 

"I like it all ways!" she said. "I just draw the line at sadism! I don't 
like to be hurt!" 

Bringing her other hand into play, below, she held his flaccid cock aloft, 
milked back the foreskin, then she toyed with the corona, before beginning 
to roll it between the palms of both hands. As she did this, she continued, 
"You realize, of course ... that this little game has four players!" 

Edd looked down, first at her hands where they worked his cock then up at 
her face. "How's that ... ?" 

"My husband's a pretty virile man? too ... and he's out there with your 
wife!" 

"So ...?" 

"So ... by this time, he's probably got all of her clothes off ... and is 
proceeding to get her all ready to fuck!" 

"That's a crock!" Edd grunted. "If I know Ruth ... nothing of the sort 
could. happen!" 

"He's got a very educated tongue ... and he just loves to use it!" She 
shivered. "I can just imagine how she must feel ... when he takes her 
clitoris in his lips ... then uses his tongue ... just the tip of it, right 
on the head of it ... where it's most sensitive ..." 

"It'd never happen ... Ruth's too inhibited! I've never been able to do that 
to her ... myself!" 

Grace went right on with her discourse. "Later on ... when he's got that big 
cock of his in her cunt ... he'll use a finger ... right up her anus! 
That'll guarantee she'll cum!" 

"Hmnf!" Edd snorted in disbelief. 

"Of course ... he might decide to make her suck him ... for awhile ... 
before he fucks her. She'll really have a mouthful, too! My husband, Ray's, 
got the most delicious cock there is ... and I know she'll just love it ... 
as soon as she gets used to the size of it!" She closed her eyes, 
remembering. 

"Well ... if all this's going on ... why aren't you out there doing 
something about it?" Edd challenged. 

"Doing what ...?" 

"Like stopping it! Do you let him go around fucking other people's wives?" 

"Ray and I have an understanding ... Edd. He does what he wants to do ... 
and I do the same thing ..." 

"Oh, real swingers, eh?" He was sarcastic. 

"Call it what you want to ... it's a very nice arrangement!" 

"Swapping ... and all the rest, too?" 

"We're members of a nice group ..." 

"I don't give a damn what you do ... but I don't want some other 
son-of-a-bitch fucking my wife!" he roared. 

Grace looked at him in puzzlement. "But, just a little while ago you were 
saying you wanted to fuck me!" 

"That's different!" he growled. 

"Is it ... really ... Edd ...?" 

Swiftly, she bent over him, ovaled her lips and took the flaccid head of his 
cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it several times ... Then, 
she felt a throb in. it. There was a slow, expanding growth. His cock was 
beginning to get hard ... erect! 

Oh, God! I felt it! It's going to get hard ... again! 

Even as Ruth Reed, numbly, helped the doctor undress her, assisting him with 
the proper movements, automatically shrugging shoulders and hips, small 
doubts began to assail her, and she shrank from the prospect of what was 
going to happen. Somehow, though, it was going to help her husband to regain 
his manhood ... but it was to be at the expense of her fidelity. 

Then, she felt the rush of cool air over her now completely naked body, 
brushing, especially, across her throbbing breasts with their hard, erect 
but tiny buds exposed to him completely. She heard his little gasp of 
appreciation for them and felt his hands encompass the mounding globes, 
hotly, to knead, squeeze and caress, rolling the already distended nipples, 
painfully, between his fingers; all of which served to add fuel to the 
furnace of her rising passion, a passion induced by some exotic drug ... and 
the doctor had told her she couldn't resist it ... But, if I d-do it ... I'd 
be just like a cheap tramp! 

Unconsciously, she had closed her eyes to blot out the shame of her 
nakedness. She kept them tightly closed, not daring to look at him. It was 
all so confusing. What can I do? 

Now, she felt his hot, moist lips on her, as they engulfed one of her 
pulsating nipples, his maddeningly soft tongue flicking and rolling it to 
produce more of the searing sensations in her loins, sensations she didn't 
want to experience ... with any other man but Edd, her own husband. 

In like manner, his mouth paid homage to her other breast. This time, she 
felt him sucking strongly on it, and hot sparks of sensuality arced, 
achingly, in her, seeming to center at the core of her being, her 
throbbingly alert clitoris, still hard as it lay hidden in the secret folds 
of her pussy. 

Blazing a wet trail, his tongue pressured down through the narrow valley 
that separated the satiny smooth mounds of her breasts ... and Ruth tensed 
her stomach muscles as he slithered down across the smooth, white plane of 
her belly, the moist tip of his tongue flicking, momentarily, into the 
slight depression of her navel, taunting it, while his hands, above, 
continued to knead and caress her aching breasts ... Then, she felt his 
hands leave them to move, sinuously, down along her ribs to the swell of her 
hips and along the longer, outside taper of her velvet-skinned thighs to her 
knees. Automatically, Ruth attempted to press her thighs together, hard, but 
his stronger hands levered her thighs. apart as they moved, now, up the 
inside course, along the soft satin of her inner thighs ... up, up and up, 
inexorably ... until she felt him there ... at his goal, his firm hands 
rubbing over the golden, hair-covered mound. Finally, she felt his whole 
hand as it moved down and clasped the whole of her cunt, caressingly, his 
palm moving up and down with maddening regularity. She was helpless to stop 
him; there was nothing she could do. Nothing! God! Oh God, I-I don't want 
this! 

After long moments, she felt his hands leave her, and the cool air of the 
room washed over her heated vagina. Something perverse in her, at that 
moment, told her she didn't want to be abandoned ... that she wanted him to 
go on and on, but her rational mind -- if it still functioned -- rejected 
it. 

She still kept her eyes tightly closed. There were the sounds of his 
clothing, the sighing cloth signaling that he must be undressing. She dared 
not look. It was too much for her, as she realized that. little by little, 
each moment that passed was bringing her closer to the time when ... he'll 
want to put his bag, hard th-thing in me ... and d-do it ... to me! 

"Open your eyes!" Ray ordered with a chuckle. "You'll have to ... sooner or 
later!" 

Slowly, reluctantly, her eyelids fluttered open, as she lay back on the 
couch. She saw him standing there, easily, his well-muscled body in 
obviously good condition. He was completely naked, his face twisted in a 
lewd smile as he saw her discomfiture. Against her will, her eyes swept over 
his magnificent body, broad of shoulder, slim in the hips to his thickly 
massive penis, lancing out hard and erect from his lean, muscular loins, the 
shaft of his cock throbbing with tumescent blood. She saw that he, too, like 
Edd was uncircumcised. His hand moved, lewdly, to the thick rod of his rock, 
gripped it, and with excruciating slowness drew the heavy foreskin back to 
reveal the glistening, lust-inflated cock-head. It shone purplish-red in the 
subdued light of the living room. 

"From my examination of your husband I know he's pretty heavy hung ... but 
it won't match this ... will it, baby?" 

Ruth gasped as she saw the true enormity of it. She knew that Edd's organ 
was exceptionally large; she had had trouble taking all of him up inside her 
... but this ... this monstrous thing was impossibly huge. There wasn't 
anything she could say. 

The doctor went on, "You can't imagine how much I'm going to enjoy shoving 
this cock of mine into your tight, little cunt!" he taunted. 

She could only continue to gape at him in sheer misery. Feelings of 
degradation and shame flooded through her; the sight of his obscene, 
stroking hand on his turgidly erect member, the realization of her own 
shamefully naked body, lying obscenely spread out for him on her couch, and 
the helplessness of her position raced through her confused mind. Through 
the fog of it all, she knew that, somehow, this man was enjoying the 
debauchery, to which he was subjecting her ... and as much as her thinking 
mind told her: No! Don't do it! the other, body-mind, could not resist the 
erotic urge ... the growing need in her loins. It was her body ... drugged, 
sensate and sensual that betrayed her. 

Doctor Stillo leaned over her and pried her legs even further apart. He 
kneeled on the couch between her thighs. Her eyes, drawn to his cock like 
iron filings to a magnet, had not left off staring at it, but even as she 
looked hard and long at the massiveness of it; she felt the unwanted 
tingling of lewd desire in her loins. Recklessly, her body told her it was 
something she wanted; however, a new horror came alive in her as she stared 
at the monster cock the doctor held in his hand. It was too big! Why -- a 
thing like th-that ... could split my vagina open. She grimaced with the 
terror of the thought. 

Seeing her frown, the doctor chuckled, "Don't worry, doll ... big as it is, 
you'll be able to take ail of it ... and you'll enjoy it! A woman's cunt has 
enormous elastic qualities!" 

Ruth dimly realized that he had intended his remark as some sort of 
reassurance, but she felt tears welling up in her eyes to dribble down her 
cheeks, for she knew that even in such words his goal had not changed. There 
was no mercy in him; he fully intended to carry out his cruel debauchment. 

She heard him go on with his explanation. "There's no such thing as a cock 
that's too big ... or a cunt too small!" 

Somehow, she hardly heard his filthy words anymore. She was too worried 
about the hopelessness of 'her position, the horror of knowing that there 
was no escape ... that no matter what she said ... or did ... this man was 
going to ravish her defenseless body ... shove that huge thing in her 
protesting loins, no matter how she pleaded with him. 

Suddenly, Ray was on top of her, his heavy weight dropping down on her, 
forcing the air from her lungs and pinning her to the cushions, of the 
couch. She felt the hard prod of his thick, throbbing cock against the 
softness of her naked belly. It was like a huge, dangerous reptile lying 
there, pulsingly, between them. 

His hotly avid hands sought her aching breasts, once more, squeezing the 
satiny, pliant flesh through his fingers with such strength and ardor that 
she whined with the pain of it, and her piteous tears streamed, unchecked, 
down her cheeks. 

"Save your tears, baby doll ... for later!" he rasped. "When I get my cock 
in you ... you'll be crying from the sheer, ecstasy of it!" 

Then, his mouth was. on hers, his tongue stabbing deeply into her throat as 
his lust for her grew in intensity. Below, his big .prick lurched, 
expectantly. Damn! This's going to be more fun than I thought it would be! 
She's so uptight she doesn't know which way's up! 

And, then ... his hard-muscled body was slithering down the curvaceous 
softness of her, until his head was poised just above the golden triangle of 
her pulsing loins, and the shocking realization of what he intended to do 
caused Ruth to recoil with revulsion. My God!-He's going t-to use his 
m-mouth on m-me and ... and lick me! 

"Oh, no ... p-please ...?" she begged. "Don't d -do that!" 

There was no stopping him. He had already positioned the palms of his hands 
against the smooth, inner flesh of her thighs and was spreading them even 
further apart, exposing her nakedly to his lascivious gaze. She attempted to 
resist his splaying hands, but it was useless. He was much too strong. 

Whining her objection, audibly, she raised her head to plead with him, 
looking down the valley, between her helplessly trembling breasts, to see 
him kneeling there between her widespread thighs, a mask of pure lust 
twisting his handsome face. She had to try to stop him. 

"Oh, God ... doctor ... even my husband's n-never done that t-to me!" 

"Why ...?" he-queried. "Because you wouldn't let him?" 

It was the truth. "Yes!" she snapped. 

"You poor, poor, misguided girl!" he chided. "You don't know what you've 
been missing!" 

Between her legs, his hands still placed, strategically, against the soft, 
warm flesh of her inner thighs, holding her wide open to him, Ray Stillo 
looked down at the thin, coral-line furrow of her cunt, hungrily, seeing the 
delicate fringe of golden curling pubic hair, and there, glistening on the 
two tiny, pink tongues of her inner lips that peeked out shyly, were 
viscously clear droplets of the tell-tale moisture of rising excitement. 

Ruth lay there, petrified, watching him, as with slow, deliberation, he 
placed his thumbs on either side of her cringing pussy, against the soft 
fleshy lips, and drew them apart to flower her open, completely, exposing 
the secret pinkness of her moistening cuntal orifice to his lustful gaze. 
She heard his audible intake of breath ... and below, still within her range 
of vision, she saw the jerk of his hardened cock, reminding her of its 
ominous presence. 

She felt the warm wash of his breath on the sensitive, exposed flesh of her 
cunt, and she moaned aloud in shame, her bread: catching in her throat, as 
she saw him lower his head and heard the animal-like growl deep in his 
throat, just before his long, wet tongue snaked out to slither lizard-like 
up into her hotly quivering vaginal opening. She moaned aloud, "Oh, God! 
OOooohh ... Goddddd!" And, she was suddenly too far gone to stop him! 

Edd's whole body quivered with emotion. His cock was locked in the warm, wet 
cavern of the doctor's wife's mouth, and as he lay there, bound to the 
portable treatment table, he felt it. There was the slow, pulsing expansion, 
the throbbing surge of blood into the shaft of his cock, the beginning of 
tumescence as the hot blood was trapped there. His erection had begun! 
Christ! It really is going to get hard! 

Rapidly, then, his cock grew throbbing and hard in her mouth, and Grace's 
breath caught in her throat; there was a certain thrill that rippled 
victoriously through her, involved with the knowledge that she had been 
instrumental in engendering the growing erection in him. It was, partially, 
her victory, too! 

"God! Keep sucking! Don't stop ... now!" he groaned, as a mixed feeling of 
relief and doubt assailed him. His relief in the knowledge that his cock 
was, indeed, becoming erect, again, was more than welcome, and he knew, 
also, that Grace had practically challenged him to it. He would be forever 
grateful to her. The small doubt that caused him momentary worry was that 
it- would not last ... that it would be transitory. He didn't want that. It 
had to get hard enough to. do something with ... like fucking his wife, 
Ruth! 

As the shaft of his cock grew rigid enough to stand erect and alert, Grace 
began to move her head; slowly, allowing it to move, smoothly, between her 
roundly ovaled lips, her tongue, licking at it teasingly. Then gradually, 
she began to take almost all of it into her mouth, realizing, as she did so, 
that as his, now massive prick attained its fully erect state, it was almost 
a match for Ray's. She was glad, then, that she had agreed to this little 
experiment in sexual therapy. Ruth Reed's husband was going to be good for 
her ... and she for him. 

Grace lifted her head and looked up at him, a smile on her face. "How does 
this feel ... Edd?" she asked. 

"Like more of the same!" he answered, a desire-pained grimace on his face as 
he looked down his own body to see the familiar and deeply satisfying sight 
of his cock lancing out, hard and ready, from his hairy loins. It ached for 
action! 

"Is that what you want ... to be sucked off ... or would you rather use it 
for some real action?" she asked. 

"Suggestion ... maybe?" 

"Like ... how would you like to fuck me?" 

"Grace, honey ... I'd love to ... but I promised myself that if I got well 
... Ruth'd be the first one I'd take care of!" 

"Ray's doing that!" she said, a little petulant. "I was hoping you'd choose 
me!" 

Edd groaned. "Oh, Christ! Are you sure?" 

Grace opened the bedroom door, took the few steps down the hallway and 
looked into the living room to assure herself that Ray and Ruth were, 
indeed, locked fast together in a naked sexual embrace. She watched for a 
moment, entranced as always, when she saw her husband in action; his head 
was down between Edd's wife's widespread legs, his tongue racing deeply up 
into the lasciviously writhing young blonde's cunt ... and she knew, 
vicariously, what Edd's wife was experiencing. It was all she could do to 
stand and watch, passively, and not give in to the urge to join them as she 
had many times. This was not the time for that. 

She returned to Edd, in the bedroom, gratified to see that his cock still 
stood up hard and erect. 

"The answer is a simple yes ..." she told him. "Ray is sucking her cunt for 
all he's worth ... and she's enjoying it no end!" 

"The son-of-a-bitch!" Edd roared. "I-I'll ..." He attempted to get off the 
table, an unreasonable rage boiling over in him, but he was still bound, 
tightly. He struggled, vainly to free himself! 

"What would you do ... if you could get off that table?" 

"I'd pull that bastard off of her ... and beat the hell out of him!" he 
rasped, still struggling with his bonds. 

"Why? He's doing her the same kind of favor ... I did for you!" she told 
him. "He's teaching her how to really respond to a man ... and she'll be a 
better wife for you ... afterward!" 

Edd stopped to listen, now. "You two lechers really got this all planned out 
... didn't you?" 

"Yes ... but now ... we have to have your cooperation ... to make it work!" 

"What do you mean ... ?" he growled. 

"That you not interfere with what Ray's doing!" 

"Not interfere ...!?" he exploded, "That's my wife he's sucking ... in 
there!" 

"... And, I'm Ray's wife! I'm offering myself to you ... if you want me?" 
she said. 

He stopped struggling. "You mean ... a-a swap ...?" 

"Exactly!" 

"Alt right, Goddamn it! You're on!" 

"There's just one thing ..." 

"What's that?" He was curious. 

"I want you to watch Ray fucking your wife ... then Ray and she will watch 
you fuck me ... O.K.?" 

"Why? That sounds crazy!" 

"It's part of the treatment!" Grace told him. 

"I don't get it!" 

"It's to cure you both of any jealousy ... before you can be members of our 
group!" she explained, patiently, hoping he didn't have any more questions. 

"You mean ...you want us ... Ruth and I ... to ...?" 

"Join our group!" Grace finished for him. 

Edd smiled. "That's your swap club?" 

"Yes ... anymore questions?" 

"Is this ... sort of like a test ...?" 

"You could call it that ..." 

"Does Ruth know ...?' 

"Ray'll tell her," she answered. "Now, do you have any more questions before 
I let you loose?" 

"No ... no more questions!" he said. 

"All right ... now I have a couple I'd like to ask," Grace said, her face 
serious, now. 

"O.K. ..." 

"Do you want to join?" she asked. 

"Yes!" His response was quick. 

"You have to join as a couple ... both of you have to agree to it ... 
understand?" 

"Yes ..." He understood, instantly, that the burden would be upon him to 
convince Ruth they should join. 

"All right ..." Grace agreed. "I'm going to let you up ... and we'll go 
watch! But not a sound ... and don't interfere ... O.K.?" 

"I understand ... perfectly!" Edd grinned. "Anyway ... I want off this 
damned table ... so l can get my hands on you!" 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Ruth's body responded almost automatically, in a vain attempt to escape him, 
her legs jerked, convulsively, trying to clamp them together, but she had 
held open to him, a loud groan wailing up from her chest, as her buttocks 
ground helplessly back and down into the soft cushions of the couch to take 
her genitals out of reach. It was to no avail; his mouth followed, 
persistently, continuing to perform the bestial outrage against her young 
defenseless pussy. She churned within with loathing and revulsion, and she 
wailed out - her degradation, as his tongue darted in and out of her 
helplessly seething cunt in veritable insane fury. 

"OOOooohhhh! M-My God! UUUuuuugggh!" 

She groaned with helplessness in the horror of her debased humiliation, her 
head wagging, negatively, as though hypnotized by his lewd sucking, she 
still kept it raised to watch his violently erotic assault on her secret 
little vagina that only Edd had touched before. This couldn't be true! It 
can't ... actually b-be happening t-to me...? 

Her mind was in a whirl; she couldn't think straight, but she knew it was 
wrong ... wrong! And as his agile tongue raced up her unreceptive, yet 
rapidly moistening cunt, she wailed, "Oh, Dear God ... Ray! Stop it! 
P-Please ...?" she begged in her deep feeling of shame, but she was aware, 
at the same time, that those unwanted twinges of pleasure were still there, 
building, pervading her whole body with unnatural desire, as his depraved 
tongue snaked in and out of her moist, throbbing cuntal passage. 

With unexpected suddenness, his hands slid up over her smooth white belly to 
the full firmness of her aching, hard-nippled breasts, squeezing and clawing 
them with almost brutally hard fingers, while below his mouth and tongue 
kept up constant movement in the widespread flesh of her cunt. Moistly 
obscene sucking sounds filled the living room, and as she watched, unable to 
tear her eyes away from the obscene scene taking place down between her 
legs, she saw that his eyes were raised just above her golden-haired, pubic 
fleece to watch her. Dimly, she thought he was watching her face ... waiting 
and watching for her surrender to his debauchery of her body. He must think 
I'm ready t-to give in ... completely! 

Determinedly, Ruth clenched her tiny hands into fists, her arms held in 
tight and helpless to her ribs, her whole vibrant, naked body fighting 
against the perverted act he was forcing upon her defenseless body. She knew 
she was trapped, but she wouldn't give up ... yet. She could .exert her will 
over her weak, traitorously responding flesh. She would resist with 
everything in her. It was a matter of mind over matter. 

She let ,her mind wander to other things, in an effort to blot out what was 
happening to her. A flitting thought came to her Edd! Could it really be 
possible? Could he be ... m-making love to Grace ... in the bedroom? 

Two contradictory feelings smote her, at once. Edd was being unfaithful to. 
her ... if he was doing it to Grace, and she felt a proper jealousy rage 
through her ... momentarily ... But ... if he is ... that means he's well 
... and everything'll be all right! 

... Then. Oh, God! I-I'm ... on the verge of ... of being unfaithful ... 
t-to Edd! I can't resist ... m-much longer ...! 

Insanely, her thoughts spun around and around each other like mutually 
dependent satellites, and there was no resolution for them. Below, Grace's 
husband, Doctor Stillo continued to suck, wildly, at her naked cunt ... and 
with futile desperation, she tried to keep from acknowledging the insanely 
erotic sensations that raced maddeningly through every fiber of her being, 
subjugated, completely. by the vilely teasing act. 

Edd had wanted to do that to her. How many times had he asked her ... tried 
to do it to her? ... And just as many times she had refused to let him ... 
simply because she believed it to be a perversion ... and wrong! If she had 
known something like this would happen, she would never have gone to Doctor 
Stillo's office to ask his help ... for Edd. She was being debased, degraded 
and humiliated beyond her wildest imagination ... and there was nothing she 
could do about it ... absolutely nothing! She could but lie there and accept 
whatever vile act this mad doctor wanted to perpetrate upon her helpless 
body. Somehow, she had brought it on herself ... simply by wanting to help 
her husband to regain his manhood. 

Doctor Stillo began to feel an exultation in his conquest. Ruth Reed was an 
absolutely gorgeous morsel, and he looked forward to having her in the 
group. She would certainly be an asset ... after he had broken her in, 
properly, of course ... And, I imagine Grace'll have a good report on her 
husband! I couldn't have picked a better couple ... as replacements! 

His eyes remained fixed, watching her lovely face as various emotions passed 
across it, contorting it crazily as he, unceasingly, continued the 
will-destroying thrusts of his tongue deep into her warmly throbbing vaginal 
opening. Tears, once more, had begun to well from her anguished eyes to fall 
unheeded down her cheeks, and Ray Stillo watched with heightening 
satisfaction, as he knew it would not be long before she was completely bent 
to his will ... under his absolute domination. It was almost time. 

Then, suddenly, he shifted his mouth, his lips probing and searching, until 
he found the tiny erectly pulsing shaft of her clitoris. As he touched it, 
there was a sharp whine of agonized pleasure from her lips. Taking the tiny, 
sensitive sliver of flesh firmly between his lips, he held it, while his 
tongue came between his teeth to taunt it in ever decreasing circles to 
concentrate on the tiny, excitedly quivering head. Her loins jerked up 
against his mouth, undulantly. She was helpless to do otherwise. 

At last, feeling her response to it, he opened his mouth wider and moved his 
agile tongue downward, back down the smooth, moistened furrow to the 
pulsingly heated mouth of her cunt to plunge into it anew. Now, he watched, 
as her head began to flail, uncontrollably, from side to side, and he 
redoubled his stabbing action, sliding his long tongue far up into her now 
flowered-open vagina. 

New and different sounds emitted from her anguished mouth; a series of 
mewling, whimpering sounds purled from her lips, the sounds of a fully 
aroused woman, deep in the throes of ecstatic sensuality. He was overjoyed. 
Damn! It won't be long now! ... And, I'm really going to enjoy this one! He 
smiled, flicking circles around the velvet-lined insides of the soft, 
hair-lined lips pulsing there before his eyes. 

Reaching under her, then, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms underneath 
them in such manner that his shoulders and arms wedged ;between her 
trembling thighs. He slipped his hands further beneath her thighs, pushing 
them up until they draped over his shoulders, his hands going, then, beneath 
her quivering buttocks to pull them up tight to him with practiced authority 
and dexterity. 

Ruth's cries of unwanted ecstasy came from her, involuntarily, filling the 
room with her mewling rapture, as he. forced his tongue deeper into the 
searingly moistened depths of her loins. She'll break in just a few seconds, 
now! 

Jerkily, her hands opening and closing, spasmodically, she reached out for 
him, the battle within her ragingly evident as she fought, desperately, to 
control them. Then, as suddenly as it had begun, she lost the hopeless 
fight; her body had won yet another, skirmish, and her taloned hands darted 
out, lewdly, to entangle themselves in his hair, in an attempt to pull his 
mouth in even tighter into her now hotly seething cunt. That's it! He fairly 
jumped for joy in his triumph! 

She was his! He could do anything he wanted with her ... now! He could 
destroy her ... subjugate her ... fuck her, anyway he chose. She had lost 
the battle ... but although she didn't know it, then ... in the long run, 
having lost now, temporarily, she had everything to gain. 

Yes! Her body had deserted her. She had lost, but she had, in truth, known 
it from the moment he had first touched her. Her need had been great. She 
had been more worried than she would ever admit about Edd's impotence ... 
and when Doctor Stillo had kissed her, she knew it was a solution; one she 
only now would acknowledge to herself. It was also the first suggestion the 
doctor, himself, had made to her. She remembered his words, spoken to her in 
his office: "Then, you've considered the possibility of an affair ... with 
another man?" Wasn't it a strange coincidence that the other man should turn 
out to be Doctor Ray Stillo? ... But, even as she recognized the truth of 
her situation, she was not able to let herself go, completely ... yet. 

"OOoohhh! Ray ... please ... don't ... ?" she groaned out in anguish. 

Her buttocks jerked and spasmed, involuntarily, grinding up against his 
mouth, out of control, his darting tongue sending electric jolts of 
sensation ripping through her, sensations she hadn't known could exist, and 
they coursed through her love-starved body with a searing intensity that 
left her breathless. 

... Then, she felt his long tongue move from her hotly liquid cunt to flick 
downward to the secret, puckered flesh of her anus. She could have screamed. 
God! What is he d-doing to m-me ... now? 

She didn't scream; instead, she moaned in rapture, as his moist, 
pleasure-producing tongue probed at the forbidden, sensitive opening. 
Closing her eyes, she mewled out her helpless pleasure, allowing the lewd 
sensuality of it to surge through her whole nakedly squirming body. 

Thinking she had to object, she automatically gasped, "Oh ... don't, Ray! 
D-Don't do that ..." Even as she spoke the words, she undulated her hips 
back and tried to screw her nerve-tortured rectum back on his stiff, 
tantalizing tongue. 

His unexpected laugh rang in her ears, and she opened her eyes to look down 
at him, in surprise. 

"You really liked that ... didn't you, baby?" 

He thrust the tip of his .tongue against the snug, little opening, again, 
causing her to writhe with pleasure up against it. She felt the jarring 
sensations of it charge through her; tiny goose-bumps of exquisite pleasure 
formed on her quivering belly and her aching, heaving breasts. Her breath 
caught in her throat. 

Ruth gasped, "Oh, R-Ray ... I don't want it ... like th-this!" 

Moaning, she threw her head back, allowing it to loll from side to side, her 
feelings of humiliation and degradation still too strong in her, causing her 
to attempt denial, even as her buttocks jerked, uncontrollably, with the 
deliciously exquisite sensations that rippled, erotically, through her. 

Ray Stillo withdrew his mouth long enough to say, "Damn it ... you don't 
know what you want, right now ... so just lie there ... and let yourself 
enjoy it!" 

"Oh, God ... I-I'm afraid ..." she gasped,. "P-Please ...?" 

She raised her head, again, whimpering, as she gaped at his leering face, 
knowing, then, that he had no intention of letting up, for an instant. He 
was determined as ever to carry out his full ravishment of her helpless 
young genitals. Then she really realized that she had no control over 
herself, at all. He was dominating her, completely. The impact of this final 
realization overwhelmed her, eliciting anguished sobs of deep shame and 
humiliation from her. 

Ignoring her entreaties, her tears, intent only on bringing her to complete 
arousal, Doctor Stillo licked and sucked, unceasingly, at her moistly 
flowering cunt ... and her body quivered, uncontrollably, under the 
overpowering assault on the sex-raw nerve-ends of her throbbing pussy. She 
clenched her teeth and fought herself, with determination, right down to the 
last erg of willpower, but there was absolutely nothing she could do to hold 
back the onslaught of wanton spasms of sensual pleasure that had gained 
control of her body. 

Ruth wasn't aware she had made a decision. it was spontaneous, or perhaps. 
it was forced upon her. What could she do? Suddenly, she had no further 
desire to resist him ... to resist the demands of her body, because he was 
generating in her a more intense sexual rapture than she had ever known. Her 
softly rounded woman's body had been denied too long; it cried out for 
fulfillment. She had to have it! I want it! 

"OOOOooooohhhhh! R--Rayyyyyy! I-I want it ... now! Love me! Love me!" she 
begged, her shamelessly aroused loins trembling and quivering with delight 
under his long, hot tongue. She lifted her sensate flesh to him, her moist, 
squirming cunt being. offered to him, freely, submitting herself to his 
domination, without question. She was all his ... and she wanted to give 
all. 

Again, her hands, in his hair, tugged him into her, as she cried out from 
the lowest depths of her being for the fulfillment she desired, now, more 
than anything else in the world. Nothing else mattered. Shame, degradation, 
morals and pride were all forgotten in the burning desire there in her 
loins, and she tried to pull his mouth in even closer to the pulsating, 
widely spread slit of Her cunt, as she surrendered without further conscious 
effort to the insane, burning need to be fucked. 

Ray Stillo was pleased. He grinned with elation and continued to plunge his 
long, agile tongue deep into the now hotly clasping mouth of her cuntal 
passage, feeling the small rhythmic thrust of her loins up against him that 
signaled her total surrender of his every whim. 

He enjoyed the feeling of the soft, golden pubic hairs fringing her 
throbbing cunt that teased against his nose and flared out to his cheeks, 
tantalizingly, as she began to undulate her buttocks in responding rhythm to 
his darting tongue. Above, her lust-contorted face reflected the sensuous 
rapture into which she had been plunged. Young Edd Reed's wife was broken to 
his will, completely, now; she was aroused to the point where he could fuck 
her any way he pleased, and he was a beautiful young woman who could be 
taught to do any way he wanted her to do it ... And Ray Stillo is going to 
teach her! In just a few minutes he was going to shove his big, aching cock 
into her warn, squirming little cunt and fuck her like she'd never been 
fucked before, shooting his building load of sperm deep into the very depths 
of her tight, quivering little pussy. I'll fuck the her little bitch now 
until she screams bloody murder for me to stop! 

Ruth writhed and squirmed in absolute ecstasy under the wildly licking 
tongue of the doctor, until she was sure she would go stark, raving mad from 
the sheer pleasure it engendered in her love-starved loins. Her heart 
pounding, wildly, in her, breasts heaving, she watched him, with her fingers 
laced behind his head, pulling the sensually torturing moistness of his 
plundering tongue deeper into her wide-open vagina. 

His sexual torture of her had gone on and on, as he sucked, insanely, at the 
very core of her sensitive, pulsingly open cunt, and she hoped it would 
never stop. I never knew there could be anything like th-this ...! 

... But, it did stop. Suddenly, Ray pulled his head away from her now 
hungrily steaming vagina, and she looked into his leering face, as she lay 
beneath him, naked, helpless and debased, her legs spread obscenely, wanting 
him to go on, her body needful and demanding; however, as he began to shift 
his body, pulling away from her, momentarily, the terrible reality of the 
adultery she was committing filtered, slowly, into her mind. 

"You're really getting hot, now, doll!" he rasped, thickly. "Hot enough to 
fuck ... and that's exactly what I'm going to do! I'm going to fuck you ... 
so you'll never forget it!" 

The awful expected moment had arrived, and Ruth couldn't move; she lay 
petrified with fear and shame on the cushions of the couch, her thighs 
raised and splayed wide open to him, her aching, swollen breasts heaving 
with the short, panting gasps of her sexually excited breathing, and her 
belly cringed and quivered when her eyes were drawn to and locked on his 
long, hard and massive cock that stood out from his well-muscled loins, 
dangerously, like some medieval, punishing weapon. It throbbed there, 
threateningly, between his legs, and she knew she would never be able to let 
him put it inside her. 

"Oh, God, Ray ... don't ..." she. whimpered, fearfully, as he crawled up 
over her, positioning himself, holding his muscular body up with strong arms 
and pinning her shoulders down into the soft cushions of the couch, before 
he lowered his head, finally, and captured one of her desire-hardened 
nipples and drew the pulsing bud up into his mouth, his teeth bruising it, 
painfully, causing her to writhe in pain, her hips jerking under him, and 
she groaned aloud as the sharp twinge of agony keened through her. It was a 
double-edged sensation of fluttering pain ... and an exquisite spasm of 
delight that stabbled at her moistly ready cant-flesh, below. 

"This is one fuck I'm really going to enjoy, baby!" he hissed down at her. 
"After I get this big cock in. you ... as far as I can shove it into that 
cute little cant of yours ... you're going to beg me to fuck you ... and 
fuck you again, until you can't see straight!" 

Ruth lay there, under him, almost as though she were paralyzed, watching his 
mouth as it spewed the obscene words at him, their salaciously lewd vileness 
stabbing into her brain, excitedly, inciting further erotic feelings in her, 
even as she tried, desperately, to regain control of herself to refute her 
subjugation of her mind, as well. She knew her body had betrayed her ... but 
she didn't have to let him pollute her mind; too. She had to keep some of 
her wits about her... maintain some semblance of rationality. God! Why does 
he have to keep spouting those awful w-words at m-me ...? 

"All right, Mrs. Reed, it's time for you to do something for yourself," he 
grated, "... so you can take my cock in your hand and guide it into your 
tight, little cunt!" the doctor ordered, his lustful eyes gloating down at 
her, lewdly. 

"OOooh, God ... n-no, Ray ... I can't ... I-I won't do th-that!" she moaned, 
as she was flooded with new degradation, her body quaking with fear and 
shame. 

... But, her need was greater! Even as she refused to do his bidding, her 
hands hastened to obey. Uncontrollably, her hand slid down between them, 
reaching out to grasp the throbbing shaft of his awe-inspiring cock ... but 
it stopped short, pausing an inch away, unable to go the final distance. Her 
head began to shake negatively from side to side, and a new freshet of tears 
began to stream down her cheeks! Dear God! It's so b-big ... so absolutely 
huge! It'll t-tear me apart ...! 

"Do it!" he roared. "Do it, now! Take it in your hand and put it in!" 

"OOOooooohhh!" she groaned, once more, but it was a moan of submission. Her 
tiny hand went out, attempting to encircle his thick, massive cock; her 
fingers, she found would not go around it, and a sudden expression of real 
fear, mixed with doubt, contorted her beautiful face, as she truly knew, by 
the feel of it, that its enormous size would prevent its ever going into the 
tiny hole up between her legs. I'm too small ... for it! 

"Quit stalling! Put it in!" he snapped, commandingly, beginning to lower his 
hips, while Ruth, instinctively, splayed her thighs wider. Her hand trembled 
on his thick cock as she guided it to the moistly throbbing split of her 
cunt, using the heavy, blood-engorged head to part the soft blonde pubic 
curls and the quivering fleshy lips of her pussy, while her brain reeled 
with fear ... and wild anticipation. 

Releasing the straps that bound him to the table, Grace said, leading the 
way down the hallway to the living room door. 

Edd was right behind her, and as he watched the graceful sway of her hips 
and the tantalizing little bounce of her buttocks preceding him down the 
hall; he couldn't resist the urge to feel them. Reaching out with both 
hands, palms flat, he put his hands on the smooth, round hemispheres and 
cupped them up in a caressing massage. She stopped and leaned back into him 
while he smoothed his hands in circles, feeling the, magnificent, 
satin-smooth skin and the tiny, grinding undulation of her pelvis back 
against him. After a moment or two, his hands moved up the outside curve of 
her hips to her waist, swept up the tapering swell of her ribs, under her 
arms and went around in front of her to find the twin mounds of her perfect, 
full-mounded breasts. He captured them to caress and knead, the erect, 
berry-like nipples spearing into the palms of his hands, and he pulled her 
body back to him, his long, hard cock, lying up close into the small of her 
back. 

"God! You're beautiful ... Grace!" he choked into her ear. 

"I'm glad you like me ..." she hissed back. "We can enjoy ourselves ... 
later!" 

She moved on down the hall, Edd in lock-step behind her. At the doorway, she 
stopped, whispering. "Remember ... just watch!" 

Edd looked over her shoulder to survey the scene in his living room. He 
gasped, his voice a hoarse whisper, "Christ! he's eating her! She's never 
let me do that ... ever!" 

Grace raised a warning finger for silence. "Sshh!" Behind her, in the 
dimples of the small of her back, she felt the lurching jerk of his hardened 
cock. It sent a little chill of anticipation through her, and his hands on 
her aching breasts sent little shivers of erotic arousal keening through 
her. Yes. It was going to be completely successful ... after all. She was 
glad, now, that Ray had insisted on her being a part of his experiment. A 
tingling throb deep in her, cunt told her she could be ready for him any 
time now. His cock's almost as big as Ray's ... I sure hope he knows how to 
use it! 

She shivered delicately. Her fantasy, coupled with the sight of her husband, 
busy there, between Edd's wife's legs, the sounds of his sucking, licking 
mouth loud in the silent room, as well as the knowledge of what she must be 
feeling, made her weak-kneed with desire. She swayed back against Edd where 
they stood in the doorway, her buttocks, undulating grindingly back against 
him, demanding his attention to her needs. 

Edd, mindful of Grace's warning, stared down at his wife's completely naked 
body and saw that she lay there, on the couch, her legs spread wide in lewd 
invitation, eyes closed, her hands pulling Doctor Stillo's head in tight to 
her hotly moist little pussy as she mewled out her uncontrollable pleasure. 
There was only one conclusion he could draw: Goddamn her! She's really 
enjoying it! His wife, Ruth, was lying there, letting the doctor suck her 
cunt ... and, she turned me down, cold ... every time I've ever wanted to do 
it to her! 

He suppressed a fast-rising tempera. His natural reaction was a burning 
desire to pull that son-of-a-bitch off her, punch him in the chops ... and 
fuck Ruth, himself ... but he had made a promise to Grace not to interfere. 
So I'd learn to control my jealousy ... she said! 

... But, he was jealous! Christ! She's my wife ... who wouldn't be jealous? 
Then, there was Grace's talk about joining their swap group, as a couple ... 
and being accepted into the club depended upon how they both acted, tonight! 

He was still sanding behind the doctor's wife, holding one of her luscious 
breasts in each hand, while below, she was grinding her hips back against 
his big, hardened cock, inciting it to even greater hardness. Well, he- had 
promised not to interfere with the doctor and Ruth ... All right, he 
wouldn't! He'd fuck the doctor's wife, instead! Damn ... she's hot ... and 
almost ready for it! Remembering that he had promised himself that his wife, 
Ruth, would be the first he would use his resurrected cock with, he 
considered, for a moment, how really important it was. Another memory was 
the look of disappointment that had crossed Grace's face when he had told 
her of his intentions. Suddenly, it was clear to him! Why hadn't he realized 
it? The other side of the coin was for him to fuck Grace, now! ... And Ruth, 
in turn, would be subjected to having to watch him perform with the wife of 
the man whose tongue swirling around up in her cunt was bringing her such 
ecstasy, at this moment. Hell! That's it! That's how it was supposed to 
work! It was part of the initiation ... and he had been too stupid to 
realize it! So ... what in the hell am I waiting for...? 

It was not really a hard decision to make: He whispered in Grace's ear, 
hotly, "I can't watch this ... without doing something about it!" 

Startled, Grace turned her head toward him, whispering, intensely, "No! Damn 
it ... I told you to leave them alone!" 

Edd chuckled. "That isn't what I meant ... I've got this hard-on ... that's 
going to waste ... and I'm going to use it on you!" 

Her serious grimace turned, instantly, into a smile. "So ... you changed 
your mind ... after all?" 

"Yeah ... Christ! I was playing it stupid!" 

Then, he had an idea. "Come on!" he said. 

Taking the doctor's wife by the hand, he padded over to the dining area that 
was part of the same room. He silently pulled out one of the chairs and set 
it aside, then, he motioned to Grace, indicating by signs what he wanted to 
do. She understood, at once, and complied, sitting on the edge of the dining 
table and lying back on it, as he came between her legs, putting his hands 
under her knees and draping them up over his shoulders. He caught her 
expectant smile and said, "One good turn deserves another ... you know ... 
now I'll do the honors ... for you ...!" 

"Oh God, Edd ... I'm so glad ... it gives me the shivers!" she said, her 
thighs trembling with anticipation and delight. 

Fearful their movements and whispered conversation might have been heard by 
the nakedly writhing couple on the couch, Edd glanced over at them and saw 
Doctor Stillo's body hovering over Ruth, his massive cock poised just over 
her visibly palpitating cunt, her thighs spreading wide under him to receive 
him, and he heard the doctor's command, "Do it! Do it, now! Take it in your 
hand and put it in!" 

His heart skipped a beat, and he held his breath, involuntarily, as he 
watched her hand snake down between them, poising, hesitantly, for a moment 
in indecision, her head flailing, negatively, the battle raging within her 
evident on her contorting face. He could never have explained his mixed 
emotions, during that long moment. On one hand, there was the poignant 
realization that it was his own wife, Ruth, who was, in effect, being 
challenged to do something, she had never done ... and she was just about on 
the verge of being fucked by another man ... for the first time in her life. 
Her hesitation showed she was not quite ready, yet. Edd knew he felt a 
certain jealousy; after all, it was his wife there on the couch ... and it 
was all he could do to control himself. Damn! She's still holding out! The 
thought gave him a momentary sense of pride that she would, under the 
circumstances, still resist going all the way. The other side of his 
emotional coin revealed to him, on the instant, was that this was the 
crucial moment. If she didn't do it ... take Doctor Stillo's big, throbbing 
cock in her hand and put it in her own cunt, the whole idea of their 
becoming members of the swap club would go down the drain. If she did as he 
commanded ... there would be no doubt the doctor and his wife would accept 
them, opening up a whole new sex life for them, as full-fledged members. 
Bill was placed, then, in the position of hoping against hope that his wife 
would accept the challenge, stuff the other man's cock in her cunt and fuck 
like a mink. It was an unenviable position. A difficult one, made more so by 
the fact he had pledged his silence and non-interference. Christ! Much as I 
hate to admit it ... she's got to do it! 

Then, the doctor's dominating voice came to him, again, arid he saw the 
other man's confident leer, as he held himself poised above her on muscular 
arms, ready to ram the massiveness of his cock home in her quivering loins. 
"Quit stalling! Put it in!" 

Edd watched in fascination as his young spread-eagled wife's hand traveled 
that final inch, and he saw her grasp Doctor Stillo's rampantly pulsing 
cock, her fingers not able to encircle its great girth. Tremblingly, she 
guided the blood-inflated head of the other man's heavy prick, parting her 
quivering cunt-lips with it, until it was lined up with the moistly pink 
flesh of her cuntal passage ... and she lay there, shivering with the 
anticipation of it, ready for the first time to take a strange man's cock 
into her hungrily demanding cunt. God! She's really going to do it! 

With a gasp of elation. mixed with a certain misgiving he couldn't help, Edd 
moaned, inarticulately, and dropped his head down between Doctor Stillo's 
wife Grace's waiting, widespread thighs. His tongue shot out to contact the 
anticipating flesh of her darkly hair-ringed cunt, flicking up into the 
warm, pulsing channel with insane fury. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Ruth was completely unaware that her husband, Edd, and Doctor Stillo's wife, 
Grace, were watching her every tiny reaction to the degrading demands of the 
doctor. More than that, she had no way of knowing that her action -- or 
inaction -- could possibly have been of any importance to anyone but herself 
... but three sets of eyes and ears, as well as three other minds were 
attuned to her every move. Of the three, Edd had more at stake ... after his 
wife, and he, not being able to bear watching any longer, had opted out, as 
he dropped his head down to use his mouth on the Doctor's wife's ready, 
gently throbbing cuntal flesh. He could hear though, and the sounds that 
came to him told him that his wife, Ruth, had finally succummed and taken 
the doctor's huge cock into her needful, yet unwanting, vagina. 

Lying there on the couch, stripped completely naked, in her own living room, 
her hand guiding an almost perfect stranger's lust-hardened penis, hardened 
and throbbing in her hand, Ruth gasped aloud and tossed her head 
uncontrollably, a. shudder passing through her body at the first 
electrifying contact of the smooth, blood-engorged cock-head against the 
moist, sensitive flesh of her cunt. She held her breath; not daring to move, 
as she lay paralyzed with the horror of what was about to happen. Tears of 
shame still flowed, unchecked, down her cheeks ... Then -- the moment she 
dreaded -- he flicked has hips forward, slightly, causing her a sharp little 
pain, as the head of his lust-inflated cock began to worm itself into the 
tight little opening, stretching and pressuring its way into her. She could 
feel the throbbing warmth of it, too ... but the pain ... Oh, God! He's 
going to hurt me! 

"OOooooh!" she gasped, and he ground his hips a little harder between her 
legs. She choked back a building scream of pain as the ponderous, bulbous 
head forced its way into the tight but elastic opening, brutally stretching 
the tender, resilient flesh, until Ruth was certain the delicate tissues 
were tearing from the almost unbearable pressure he exerted. 

"Oh, Godd, Ray ... You're t-tearing me ... apart! I-I. can't take it! 
P-Please ... no ... ?!" she moaned with her eyes bulging and her mouth open 
wide, almost screaming up into his face, but his lewdly sadistic grin told 
her that she was wasting her breath begging him to stop. He wouldn't stop 
... now! 

Through pain and tormented eyes, she gaped up at him, the leer of sheer 
delight on his face telling her of the pleasure he was taking at the sight 
of her sexual surrender while he continued his cruelly slow and agonizing 
impalement of her softly pulsing cunt. 

"OOOoohhhh ... Dear God ... M-My God ... !" she wailed, as he pressed his 
huge cock into her, inch by torturing inch; then, she saw his expression 
change from enjoyment to a horrible, contorted mask of pure lust, signaling 
that he couldn't wait and watch any longer. It had gone on too long as her 
helpless, virtually defenseless body had tried to accept the outsized cock 
straining at the tight orifice of her cuntal passage. 

With a glance down at her wide-spread loins, he thrust, suddenly, with feral 
strength, sending his long, steely cock roaring up into her cringing passage 
with the force of a rushing freight train. 

"AAAAAAaaaagggli!" Ruth screamed as his thick, lust-inflated cock-head 
rammed recklessly into her, pressing the tight, resisting walls of her 
moistened vagina in tiny wavelets of tender flesh before it, the full, 
massive length of it soaring up into her belly, until she felt the heaviness 
of his sperm-laden balls smack hard up against the up-turned cheeks of her. 
defenselessly cringing buttocks. 

"OOoooh ... God, that hurts!" she wailed in pain beneath him, as she lay 
petrified and immobile, not daring to move for fear his hardened shaft would 
split her in two. His cock had more than filled her vagina, and the tender 
walls, felt raw and abraded from his cruel, brutal entry that stuffed her 
cunt full of potent male cock. It seemed to her that she could feel every 
ridge and wrinkle of it as it lay buried deep up into her lamely protesting 
belly. 

For a long, fear-filled moment, he lay quiet and heavy upon her, his breath 
raspy in his throat; then he flexed the shaft of his cock, expanding it deep 
inside the sheathing softness of her cuntal flesh and shoving it another 
fraction of an inch deeper into her moist warmth. 

"AAaaauuggghhhh!" Ruth groaned, and he repeated it, doing it again and 
again, each time eliciting tearful mewls of agony anti shameful humiliation 
from her lips ... Then, slowly, leer throbbing, now wide-stretched vagina 
began to become accustomed, to adjust, to the huge presence buried deep in 
her cunt. Her whimpers of pain grew less and less, gradually being replaced 
by other tiny mewling sounds of unmistakable delight, as the doctor began a 
slow churning revolution of his hips, grinding and pushing his monstrous 
cock ever more tightly into her naked loins, expanding and stretching the 
cringing walls of her vagina, until, her moans of pleasure became whining 
mewls of lewdly admitted pleasure. 

Edd, his head buried between the doctor's wife's thighs, his tongue lashing, 
wildly, up into the liquid depths of her cuntal passage, heard the change in 
his wife's moans, and he knew that she was gradually accepting the other 
man's cock ... beginning to enjoy it. A strange thrill went through him, as 
he acknowledged to himself that it was possible for her to respond to the 
adulterous fucking of another man. He's really got her hot! 

Grace's hips ground up at him, demandingly, and he shifted up to tantalize 
the hardened bud of her clitoris with his moistly hot tongue. She moaned, 
whisperingly, "Eat me ... good, Edd...!" 

His cock ached, painfully now, with his need to get it into her, but he 
would wait. He'd have to wait ... otherwise his wife wouldn't see him when 
he began fucking Grace. With a groan he reached out around Stillo's wife's 
firmly tapering thighs. both hands clawing to possess the full mounds of her 
magnificent breasts, as he used his teeth, lightly, to tease the tiny 
pulsating shaft of her clitoris, wishing, fervently, that it was his wife, 
Ruth's, instead. 

On the couch, Ray had levered himself up over her, as beneath him, helpless 
to do otherwise, she purled her growing pleasure up into his face. The 
doctor grinned down at her, his face twisted, lewdly, as he commanded, "Now, 
Doll ... you can beg me to fuck you!" 

Ruth stared up at him, dumbfounded momentarily, with this new, degrading 
demand. Her hips were already beginning an involuntary, gyrating undulation 
of their own around the doctor's teasingly throbbing cock, embedded like a 
log deep in her sensitively awakening cunt, and she couldn't stop it ... 
even if she had wanted to: Her eyes were glazing over with ecstasy as she 
looked up at him, now, pleading for mercy ... and understanding. She didn't 
want to be humiliated further, she just wanted to be fucked by this naked 
man who had his steel-hard cock buried so deep up in her cunt. 

"Oohh, please ... Ray ...?" she murmured. 

"Beg me for it, damn it!" Doctor Stillo grated. "Say it!" 

"Do you have to ... d-drag me down t-to that ... too?" Ruth countered. 

"If you want it ... you'll have to ask me to fuck you!" he roared. "Come on! 
Beg ... damn you! Beg!" 

She could do nothing else. 

"OOOoooohhhhh ... Yes ... f-fuck me ... Ray. Fuck me!" she gasped out, 
through tightly clenched teeth, hating it ... hating the words, even as she 
said them, and turning her face away from him as the obscene sounds rolled, 
reluctantly, from her mouth. A rivulet of tears continued to stream, 
unchecked, down her face, the warm saltiness of them running into the corner 
of her mouth. God! It was too much for her! She didn't want to think about 
what was happening to her. Everything had been stripped from her. There was 
nothing left ... no pride, no morals; she had been debased, humiliated ... 
and now, she was being debauched, completely. Yes ... there was nothing of 
those left, but the one reality that remained was the ,great need in her, 
only partially fulfilled ... arid that could be attained only by doing his 
horrible bidding. The only true reality, then, for her, was the massive 
thickness of Stillo's cock, pulsating erotically deep up inside her fully 
aroused cunt. It was that she had to have now, plunging deeply in and out of 
her, to bring her to the full realization of her orgasm. I've got to have 
his ... c-cock! "Oh, God! Fuck me ... g-good ... Ray!" 

Edd, in almost total disbelief, heard his wife's abject pleading, as she lay 
under the doctor's hard-muscled body, and he knew he could not delay it much 
longer. He had to get his rock-hard, aching cock into Grace, the doctor's 
wife ... and he knew from her gasping moans of sensual agony that she, too, 
was almost ready to be fucked. The thought occurred to him that Grace, 
moaning under his tongue, was, somehow, aroused also in the knowledge that 
it was her husband who was fucking his wife, Ruth. 

As Doctor Stillo rocked above Edd's wife, using short, smooth strokes, only 
about half of his hard length going into her, at first, her aroused sensate 
body began to react of its own volition, her determination to resist the 
salacious sensations of passion that whipped through her all but gone, now. 
There was no will for further struggle left in her ... no desire to fight 
against the obscene pleasures of the lust that nibbled at her flesh. All she 
could do, now, was to surrender herself to them; the thought of a total 
commitment to her pleasure caused further thrills of lewd excitement to 
tingle, vibratingly, the length of her spine, as she felt the easy rhythm of 
Ray's hardened cock begin to thrust a little deeper up into her moistly 
pulsating pussy. The morass of sensation centering there, at the core of her 
excitedly trembling belly, seemed to give her the impression that, 
momentarily, her whole body was nothing but a huge, open cunt being filled 
by an equally huge, lust-driven cock! 

As he began, slowly, to increase the speed and length of his strokes into 
her, Ruth felt her whole body responding to him, and she writhed and 
squirmed under him, her hips grinding up to receive him full length. He 
sought her mouth; captured it, and she thrust her tongue up into his mouth 
to be nibbled and sucked, her moans of passionate acceptance coming, 
unceasingly now, from her lips. She was ready to- endure anything he would 
want to do with her ... or to her, and she began to raise her ecstatically 
sucking pussy up to hum in countering rhythm to his every downward pistoning 
plunge, as her lovely face was contorted with the power of her passion, 
grimacing, wantonly, with a desire she had never before experienced. Her 
mouth opened and closed against his lips and her nostrils flared, with her 
panting breath, in abject surrender to her body's demands. 

Ray could see the tiny droplets of perspiration forming on her forehead and 
on the mounds of her full breasts, signaling her complete arousal. Her hair 
was tangled and disordered as it lay on the cushions, and he heard the 
mewling hum deep in her chest that signified her satisfaction. 

Now, in his peripheral vision, he saw that his wife, Grace, was lying back 
on the dining room table, and Edd Reed leaned back over her loins, his 
wife's knees draped up over the other man's shoulders as he nuzzled into the 
flesh of her cunt, using his mouth and tongue to taunt her into full 
readiness. A glance at Edd's rampant cock, below, told him that Grace had 
been successful. He knew, too, from the look on Grace's face, her unseeing 
glazed eyes and the way she undulated her hips up into Edd's face, that it 
was only a matter of moments before she'd have Edd's now fully rejuvenated 
cock racing up into her inflamed cunt. 

The doctor observed that the younger man seemed to be doing a good job on 
Grace, but he'd be willing to bet a twenty-dollar bill that he had never 
gotten his own wife, Ruth, as hot as she was at this moment, as she lay 
there, on the couch, under him, with his own lusty cock plunging in and out 
of her. Edd's wife, he decided, was definitely a luscious piece of 
womanhood, as she lay there, her naked, wide-splayed cunt gyrating furiously 
up at him, and he would have laid out another twenty to bet that she'd never 
had a cock sunk into her this far, before, deep into the moist warmth of her 
cuntal sheath ... with her round, full buttocks churning . and bucking to 
force her cunt up over him as far as it could possibly go. Christ! What a 
tight, gorgeous little cunt it is, too! She'll drive me right out of my 
mind! 

Ray slid his hands down over the smooth contours of her ribs, over her lips 
and slipped them beneath the half-moon orbs of her smoothly working 
buttocks, grasping them, brutally, in his hands to feel them clench and 
unclench, as she undulated them up against him, the warm flesh, plastic and 
resilient, ridging out between his clawing fingers, and he pulled her up to 
him, tight and hard. 

She groaned aloud, and her breath caught in her throat, as he hauled her 
loins up tight against his own, and he felt her pull her thighs back even 
further, causing the moist, clasping hole of her sensately-grinding cunt to 
flower open wider yet, to receive his plundering cock to greater depths. 

Ruth flailed her head and long golden-blonde hair back and forth in 
unparalleled rapture. There was no equivocation in her, now; the last 
twinges of pain were gone from her passion-filled body, and there was no 
shame ... no humiliation. Her legs, on either side of his thick, impaling 
cock, quivered and twitched, spasmodically, with the strength of her 
ecstasy, and her tongue slithered in and out of his mouth to orally match 
the wild fucking action of their naked genitals below; all the while, she 
emitted little, purling, velvety sounds of rapture that gurgled, constantly, 
from her throat. 

Now, she knew. Never, in her life, had she experienced anything like this! 
From the moment the doctor had begun sucking and licking her cunt, to this 
moment, with his monsterously inflexible cock pounding in and out of her, 
penetrating to the very core of her, it had been one huge pyramid of 
rapturous sensation ... and she discovered that when she tensed her thigh 
muscles to writhe her pulsing cunt up tight against him everything was 
intensified ... became almost unbearable. Never in her remotest imagination 
would she have ever thought that such delicious sensations could come from 
lying beneath a man, legs open wide, and being fucked against her will ... 
and ... at the same time, committing unforgiveable adultery. And, too, she 
had moved from not wanting to wanting ... from a feeling that she was being 
raped ... to a desire to give back to her ravisher as much -- or .more -- 
than he was giving to her. She didn't want it to end ... ever! But, she was 
committed, now, to the coming end;, for wish as she might ... it had to end 
for her ... in a soaring, orgasmic release. 

Ray had begun to piston into her with all his muscular strength, lengthening 
his slamming strokes and speeding the tempo, withdrawing his heavy cock, 
almost all the way, out of the snug, moist sheath of her cunt, that clasped, 
hungrily, then plunging into her upraised loins, again, until his balls 
slapped solidly up against the hairless, exposed little anus nestled down 
there between the twin moons of her buttocks. He felt the aching throb in 
his balls, and he was conscious of the building pressure at the very root of 
his cock; his head swam, whirlingly, with the need to cum. Damn! I've been 
holding off too long! 

Sliding his hand down over the smoothly tight skin of her lewdly gyrating 
buttocks, his finger searched for the small, puckered opening that nestled 
there, unprotected, and as the tip of his finger found it to feel its soft, 
warm flexing, he felt the shock in her body and heard the quick intake of 
her rasping breath. Tauntingly, he drew his finger in. tiny teasing circles 
around it., then moistened the tip of it in the tiny rivulets. of viscous 
moisture that seeped from her cunt lips locked tightly around the shaft of 
his plundering cock. Then, he paused, momentarily, before he made his move. 
She had to know what was happening ... and be willing to accept it! 

"Now, you're going to get something you've never had before!" the doctor 
rasped into her ear. "I'm going to shove my finger up your tight little 
asshole ... as far as I can shove it!" 

Ruth's breathing almost stopped; her heart skipped a beat, as vibrant, 
ecstatically erotic sensations slashed through her, his words and lewd 
actions, completely subjugating her body-mind to his every sexual whim and 
causing her even further delirious raptures of expectation. She was ready to 
accept anything ... do everything! 

Another, in that room, also struggled with his breathing, as he heard the 
doctor's lewd words to his young, sweetly naive wife, who lay helplessly 
impaled on the couch beneath him. Edd, his mouth sucking wildly at Grace's 
heated crotch, listened carefully for his wife, Faye's reaction. Stillo is 
giving her the full treatment! I wouldn't have believed it! Christ! My hot 
little wife's really going all out! 

He had waited long enough. It was time to get his own cock into the doctor's 
wife. The way her open loins had been grinding up against him, he knew she 
was as ready as he was. 

Lifting his mouth, moistly, from her seething cunt, he grunted, "God ... 
Baby ... I'm more than ready ... to fuck you!" 

Slipping her legs down over his shoulders, the doctor's wife sat up, 
smiling, and whispered, hoarsely, "Damn! It's about time ... I'm pretty 
close to cumming, myself!" 

"Turn around ... and lean forward on the table ... so we can both watch 
while I fuck you from behind!" he told her. 

"Does it give you a charge, Lover ... to watch your own sweet little wife 
being fucked half silly by another man ... ?" 

"Yes!" he growled. "... But, I don't know why!" 

"Don't question it, Edd!" Grace said, turning her back to him and leaning 
down; on the table. "Let's just get some extra kicks watching them fuck each 
other ... while we do the same thing! Wild, isn't it ...?" 

"Crazy as hell ... but I like it!" he agreed, still whispering and listening 
intently, alertly, for further sounds from the couch where Doctor Stillo 
swarmed over the blonde loveliness of his naked wife, while he reached out 
for the doctor's equally beautiful wife. 

His wife's voice came across the room to him, clearly. "OOOooohhh, yes ... 
yesssss!" she told the doctor. "Shove your finger all the way in ... m-my 
asshole, Rays I want you to ... ! I want it!" 

As he heard his wife's affirmation, Edd clamped his hands on Grace's hips, 
the smooth, alabaster moons of her buttocks dancing in his vision and a low, 
animal growl of passion emanating from his lips. With feral energy, he 
nudged the blood-inflated head of his cock into the moist, ready opening of 
the doctor's wife's cunt and with one, forceful flexing of his muscular hips 
drove his lust-hardened shaft deep up into her voraciously clasping cunt. He 
groaned with satisfaction as his pelvis slapped, solidly and hard, into the 
crevice between her satiny buttocks, and he heard Vivian, leaning forward 
over the dining table, gasp with the force of his entry. "Aaagh! Take it 
easy, Edd ... there's plenty of time!" she cautioned, whispering back over 
her shoulder. 

"All right ..." he grunted back, in a half-whisper, "But, Christ ... I had 
to get it into you ... fast!" 

Then, forcing himself to it, half-standing, half-crouching behind her, he 
began to move his hips, slowly, back and forth, driving his hard cock in and 
out of her excitedly flowing wetness, in measured tempo. And then, he began 
fucking in and out of Grace's warmly clasping cuntal sheath, as he watched 
his wife and Grace's husband nakedly locked together on the rhythmically 
squeaking couch. Ray Stillo's brain, as he slammed his ,big cock into the 
young, curvaceous Ruth Reed's upturned loins, screamed with lustful 
exhilaration. She had surprised him. Damm! She really wants it! His turgid 
cock felt as though it would burst, any moment. 

His middle finger fumbled at the round, tight, little anal opening; finding 
it he pushed in with a sudden, almost brutal thrust, and felt the smooth, 
spongy orifice give way under his assault. 

"AAAaaauuugh! OOooOOOOoohhh!" Ruth gasped, in pain, as he continued to pound 
his hard cock into her. Then, he shoved his finger in harder, to the first 
knuckle and heard her grunt and cough, even as her voracious cunt nibbled 
hungrily up and down his throbbing shaft. He felt the shock of it, in her 
body, as her legs jerked and twitched under him. With deliberate, 
tantalizing intention, he rotated his finger, gently at first, then more 
vigorously and rapidly until, with a brutally forceful thrust, he buried it, 
to the palm of his hand, deeply up into the warm rubberiness of her rectum; 
all the while, she moaned in masochistic ecstasy beneath him. 

Never ... never in her whole existence had she felt such rapturous 
pleasure-pain. The pain emanating from her anus where the doctor's thick 
middle finger was buried and rotating around inside it, seemed to fill her 
loins, her belly and even her swollen, aching breasts with quivering 
ecstasy. Then, after a few moments, the painful agony in her rectum began to 
subside, as she began to adjust to its unnatural presence there, the pain of 
it replaced with sudden, spiraling sensations of never before known 
pleasure. She could not have explained it, but suddenly, she was trying to 
skewer her throbbing backside back onto his finger, at the same time she 
strained to absorb even more of his hard driving cock up inside her seething 
cuntal sheath. 

Edd saw, but could hardly believe it. His wife was completely subjugated to 
the will of the man who was fucking her. Fascinated, he watched Ruth screw 
her hips back on the double impalement of her loins, and his own hand moved 
down over the rounded protuberances of Grace's satiny smooth buttocks, a 
finger going into the crease of them above his racing, hardened cock going 
into her from behind and finding the secret back channel, nestled 
puckeringly there. 

Grace looked back at him and hissed, "Shove your finger in, my ass, too ... 
lover!" 

With no further thought or preparation, Edd plunged his finger into the warm 
sheath of her anus to feel the spongy pliancy of it ... and the shock of his 
entry caused the doctor's wife to jump forward jerkily in an attempt to 
avoid the temporarily painful presence. She gasped, "Christ! you don't mess 
around do you?" Then as he began to move his finger in her, in tempo with 
his pulsing, savagely pounding cock, she too became adjusted to it and began 
to slither her hips back at him to absorb as much as she could of both. 

"No ..." Edd whispered back, "but you like it that way, don't you?" 

Her shoulders quivered. "Oh God ... it's wonderful!" 

On the couch above Edd's wife, Ray Stillo was barely able to control his 
lust any longer. His balls ached with the need to cum, and he drove his 
aching cock into her upthrust cunt with demonic fury. He was pleased; she 
had accepted his plunging finger in her backside with some delight, and 
suddenly he pushed in a second one. There was no gentleness ... no mercy. 
She screamed. That's what he wanted. With unbridled force, he wormed both 
fingers around, inside the warm sheath of her rectum, feeling at the same 
time, his own cock plunging in and out of her through the thin tissues that 
separated them. Then slowly, her. whimpers of pain, brought on by his new 
invasion, subsided, to be replaced by even greater moans of pleasure as her 
anus became accustomed to the vicious unnaturalness of leis ravishing 
fingers. 

Giving herself over to the overpowering sensations, Ruth sucked at Ray's 
tongue, buried halfway in her throat, filer hips wriggled undulatingly as 
she tried to screw her rectum harder back on his fingers, and her legs 
spread and raised even higher to receive his pile-driving cock deeper into 
the now completely filled core of her desperately contracting belly. 

Ruth moaned aloud to herself; she was in an agonized ecstasy that had no 
equal. Hopelessly; she was impaled on the doctor's rock-hard cock that 
pounded mercilessly into her seething pussy; his fingers plundered her 
backside ... and she had never known that such exquisite sexual rapture 
could exist for her. Wantonly, insanely, she began to writhe and squeal 
under him, reveling in the double ravishment of her loins. Oh God! I've 
never felt it ... like this ... before! 

Leaning over Grace now. Edd Reed watched wide-eyed and still unbelieving as 
his wife, lying on the couch beneath Grace's husband, fucked back like a 
mink, taking all the doctor pounded into her with wild unashamed delight, 
and he began to ram deeper and harder into the pulsing, clasping sheath of 
the other's wife, his finger in her rectum working in perfect tempo with his 
thundering cock ... And Grace, the doctor's wife, bent over the dining 
table, was in a sexual ecstasy of her own as she moved her hips back at Edd 
in perfect counterpointing concert with him. She too, watched and listened 
to the couple on the couch and vicariously knew what the other woman was 
experiencing as she lay under. the doctor, Grace's wonderful husband, and 
received the massive hardness of his thrill-giving cock into her voraciously 
sensate loins. How often, Grace mused, had she lain under hum, just so? 
Damn! He's a magnificent lover ... and it gives me chills to watch him ... 
She felt no jealousy or rancor; neither did she feel a sense of 
possessiveness. Ray was always there when she wanted him ... and that was 
sufficient. 

Doctor Stillo plunged mightily into Edd Reed's wife Ruth; he had reached the 
point of desperation, fearing he would go insane if he couldn't cum soon ... 
but he had to be sure that he brought her to an explosive orgasm first: 
otherwise, all would be: lost. 

He gaped down to where the glistening shaft of his cock slid smoothly in and 
out of Ruth's delectable little cunt, concentrating on the feel of her soft 
sheathing vagina as it accepted him claspingly, on every jack-hammer stroke. 
He tried to think of something still more erotic he could do to spur him on, 
but he would have to stop to change positions. He definitely didn't want to 
stop now. He watched the clasping lips of her cunt and slipped his hand down 
to fondle them, drawing them in closer to his rampaging cock and raising 
further moans of pleasure from her even as he felt the contracting muscles 
of her vaginal vault. sucking and massaging at his rock-hard cock; hungrily 
attempting to swallow all of his massive length deep deep up inside her. 

Ray tried to increase the speed and the depth of his jackhammer thrustings 
as he writhed uncontrollably beneath him, slithering up and down the 
hardened shaft of his cock with animal-like energy, her legs jerking, toes 
curling and thighs splaying wide, at the same time pulling them back hard 
against her chest. He saw that her tightly drawn up thighs were mashing down 
hard on the fullness of her breasts, and her position gave him the fullest 
unhindered access to her moistly heated genitals. Her voluntary action in 
making herself so vulnerable was the first indication he'd had that she was 
nearing her climax. God! It's about time ... I'm about ready to pop ... 
myself! ... 

His cock pistoned into her cunt with insane power, and he jerked hi: 
finger-; from her backside with an accompanying moistly obscene hiss as he 
used his hands to grip her, brutally, behind the knees, thrusting them back 
hard until her head was framed by them, forcing the plane of her loins 
higher and even more widely open to his almost inhuman plunges into her 
helpless, fully flowered-open cunt. Christ! Even Grace can't take all of my 
cock like this! Slaving away behind the doctor's wife, sawing in and out of 
her with growing lust, Edd could hardly believe his eyes as he watched Ray 
Stillo's cock thundering in and out of Ruth's widespread cunt. She's taking 
all of it in her pussy ... and the doc's as heavy hung as they come! 

... And Grace, leaning on the table, moving her hips back against Ruth's 
husband salaciously, was amazed too as she watched her husband Ray's huge, 
fully hardened cock plunging into the other woman so deeply, and she 
realized that she was aroused almost to the point of orgasm. Her sensate 
cunt was responding to Edd, sending searingly erotic sensations through her 
... but she wanted more. 

"Edd ...?" he moaned, whisperingly, looking back at him. "Let me show you 
something ... that's just out of this world!" She shivered, deliciously, at 
the very thought of what she wanted him to do. 

"O.K.!" he grunted, slamming into her extra hard. 

"Pull all the way out!" 

He did. 

With a trembling ecstatic hand, Grace reached behind her, her fingers 
closing partially around the hardened shaft of his big cock and guided it 
unerringly to the tiny brown puckery opening nestled between the 
satin-smooth halves of her rounded buttocks. She placed the bulbous 
cock-head directly on the target, Edd knew what she wanted instantly, and 
his hands went out to her buttocks, one on either side of his aching cock to 
spread them wide. "Now ... shove it right on in!" she hissed. 

Edd shoved hard. His cock burst through the resilient little muscle ring and 
soared up into the soft rubbery warmth of her back passage, the snugness of 
the spongily clinging tunnel around his cock giving him an instantaneously 
exquisite, almost indescribable sensation of erotic pleasure. "Aauugh!" he 
gasped. 

Grace's lithe body recoiled, momentarily with the force of. his entry into 
her rectum, and she coughed out a groan of mixed pleasure-pain. Her grasp on 
the shaft of his cock forced him to remain immobile for a moment while she 
adjusted to its presence there. Then she gasped with expectant anticipation. 
"Pull your cock out now ... and shove it back in my pussy!" 

Edd did as she bade him. 

"Now ... back in my bottom!" she instructed. "And then alternate back and 
forth!" 

His head swam with the impact of what he was doing, and the lust in him was 
increased and multiplied to a mind-boggling level he had never known before 
as she continued to hold on to his hard prick, guiding it accurately, 
alternating between her tingling cunt and throbbing anus. 

"Aaauugh! Oh, OOoooh! That's it Edd! Just ... keep going ... like that!" she 
gasped, as Edd began slamming into each of her orifices with equal abandon. 

Doctor Stillo had been dimly aware of the other couple in the room before, 
put now as he heard his wife's audible gasp, he glanced over to see her, 
bent over the dining table, her hand guiding Edd Reed's big cock alternately 
into her cunt and her rear passage. Well ... ! She's really got him going 
... the way she likes it best ... the Spanish despunta! Christ! I hope it 
doesn't make him cum ... before his hot little, wife gets a chance to see 
him fuck my wife! Too much depended on that! Part of the whole plan involved 
Ruth's seeing her husband fucking another woman ... and accepting it: 
especially after she herself had just been fucked by that other woman's 
husband: namely himself, Doctor Ray Stillo. 

... Then beneath him, Ruth's lovely face contorted with her frantic need to 
cum, and she began to chant aloud, groaningly, "Oh, oh, oooh! 
OOOOOOOOHHhhHH!" Her features, as he looked down at her, reflected the 
sensuality of her deep passion. Thank God! She's ready ... to cum! 

Ray grunted, laboring over her, grinding his huge shaft into her hard and 
deep, his plunging cock going far up into the sanctuary of her vaginal 
vault, flicking past the neck of her womb to nudge into the far back wall of 
her cunt. He knew she would be cumming any moment now. He watched her 
breasts heave and quiver with the shocks of his pummeling strokes into her, 
the spiky pink nipples expanding before his eyes as her passion rose to ever 
greater heights. Her head tossed wildly from side to side, her beautiful 
blonde hair hopelessly disarranged and entangled. 

"Come o n ... baby!" he choked. "It's time ... to cum!" 

He felt the acid burning of his own need to cum, spewingly, and for one 
horrible split second of time he thought he had failed to bring her to 
orgasm. 

On the next instant ... she convulsed spasmodically beneath him. 

"Oh! OOOOoohhhh! OOOooOOHHH! GGooDDD!" she wailed. "I-I'm ...I'm going ... 
to ... cccuuuummmm! OOoohhh! AAAaauugghh!" And her body writhed and 
convulsed uncontrollably as wave after wave of orgasmic release flooded 
through her. 

Confidently then, he continued to hammer his cock into her, faster and 
deeper with all the strength of his muscular back and legs, and he felt her 
body-spasms of release as the clasping cunt-lips below seemed to suck at him 
voraciously. Her breathing was labored, coming in short, feverish gasping 
pants. 

Then he sensed the imminent rush of hiss own searingly heated sperm as his 
throbbing cock began its own convulsive pumping. He felt the life-liquid 
begin its mad race the full length of his hardened shaft in stimulating 
ecstasy, to spew from the bulbous, still expanding cock-head: far up into 
the quivering softness of her hotly contracting belly. It pumped and spurted 
in a never-ending stream of delight inside her, and he ground his pelvis up 
tight against her in one final, slamming thrust before he stiffened, 
immobile over her, cradled between her thighs, enjoying to the utmost his 
spewing ejaculative release. His own breath came in uncontrolled shallow 
pantings. 

As the doctor collapsed on top of her, Ruth moaned aloud in relief as 
subsiding waves of relaxing euphoria descended on her sensually overtaxed 
body and mind. Her thighs quivered, and her belly quaked with the 
unfathomable pleasure she had just experienced. She had never realized such 
supreme joy existed on the face of the earth. Limply, her legs fell 
wide-splayed, cradling the doctor there shamelessly while her chest heaved 
and her heart beat a rapid tattoo against the inside of her ribs. She had 
been filled ... and fulfilled to overflowing. Everything was complete. Her 
eyes closed and for several moments she savored every sensation in her body. 

Her reverie was disturbed by the breathy rasp of Doctor Stillo's voice in 
her ear. "I'd have to say ... that you really enjoyed it! Is that right, my 
dear?" 

"Ooohh yes!" It was a heartfelt statement of fact. 

"... Even if it wasn't your husband ... but I, who fucked you?" Her heart 
skipped a beat. She didn't understand his line of questioning. Her answer 
stuttered out. "Y-Yes ... I-I'll have to admit ... I-I liked it ... but what 
are you g-getting at?" 

"And your most heart felt wish was for your husband to regain his potency?" 

"Yes ... of course!" She opened her eyes to look up into Ray's face as he 
shifted himself slightly and raised his weight from her body. 

"Then just look over there ... toward the dining table!" he said with a lewd 
smile. 

Ruth looked ... and gasped. 

"It's ... Edd ... and your wife!" She couldn't believe what she saw. Edd 
Reed and Grace Stillo were, themselves. now on the way to explosive orgasm. 
He stood behind the doctor's wife as, she leaned over the dining table, her 
hand behind her between them, holding Edd's fully hardened cock ... and she 
was guiding it alternately into her cunt and her rectum. 

"Grace really likes it like that!" Ray Stillo observed. 

"In both places ... ?" 

"Yes!" He looked hard at her "Didn't you like it when I sunk two fingers in 
your asshole?" 

Ruth blushed to the roots of her blonde hair, as she realized the truth of 
his comparison ... and there was the shock, almost of, horror, as she 
watched her husband Edd and Stillo's wife Grace, coupling there in the 
dining area. She had to adjust to the idea... the idea that had been planted 
before tht doctor had started making love to her ... and was now being 
realized: the concept of shock therapy for Edd ... was working ... almost 
too well. Edd seemed really to be enjoying himself, she noted, as with 
glazed eyes, a pure look of lust on his face, he plunged in and out of 
Grace's loins, half his strokes in her cunt, the alternate half in her 
receptive anal orifice. She had to get it all straight in her mind somehow. 

Her answer to the doctor's question was delayed, but she gave it now. "Y-Yes 
... I-I liked that ... t-too ..." she admitted. 

"I knew you did ... now, what do you think about Edd and Grace's 
performance?" 

"I-It's sort of disgusting ... but I'm also g-glad that Edd's able to ..." 

"To fuck again ... is that what you mean?" 

"Yes..." 

"Then say it!" Ray snapped. "You said it when you had to beg for it!" 

"Yes ... I'm glad my husband's, able to fuck ... a-again!" 

"Are you jealous?" 

"Shouldn't I be ... ?" she countered. "I do feel a I-little jealous!" 

"Do you think Edd's jealous of you? He was watching us!" 

Ruth gasped. She had forgotten that, for a moment! Of course, he had watched 
... that was part of the doctor's plan ... and she felt a new shame that he 
had seen ... But if he did see me ... being fucked by Doctor Stillo ... it 
must have helped him to get well! Suddenly then, she knew she was not 
jealous of Grace Stillo. How could she be? The other woman had really done 
her a rare favor! What she did feel was a certain yearning that she could 
have been the first to experience sexual intercourse with Edd ... and his 
newly resurrected cock. Edd ... jealous of her? 

"I-I don't know whether Edd's j -jealous of me ... a-and I just decided ... 
I'm not really jealous of Grace ... I-I just wanted my husband ... to myself 
... I guess ..." she said, trying to explain what she felt. 

Doctor Stillo's little inquest was over. He grinned at her boyishly and 
said, "You pass with flying colors ... now, let's just watch them for a 
while." 

Ruth looked at him questioningly, "I don't understand ..." 

"I'll explain later ..." He turned back to watch his wife and Ruth's 
husband. As he did, his deflating penis, still buried deep in her vagina, 
lurched expandingly, giving them both a tiny thrill of reawakening sex. 

Ruth felt it too and gasped involuntarily as she turned her head toward Edd 
and Grace, feeling a twinge of pride in the virile performance her husband 
gave. 

Edd was only faintly aware that his wife and the doctor were now lying 
quietly on the couch, watching him and Grace, but at that point; he could 
have cared less! He was ready to cum! The supreme joy in him of the 
knowledge that he could again, was fantastic, as the brief memory crossed 
his mind of the many days when he was sure he would never again raise an 
erection. Now, he could feel the building load of semen back near the root 
of his cock that demanded release. Instinctively, he knew, too, that Grace 
was ready, as her hips pushed back at him with every stroke, to absorb him 
to the fullest, each time, in both her orifices, alternately. Christ! I'm 
almost there ... now! 

Grace shoved her full, smoothly working hips back at him harder and tossed 
over her shoulder at him, "Keep it in my ass... Edd! I'm ready to cummm!" 
She took her hand from the shaft of his cock, and leaning flat on the table, 
raised her hips even higher to him, presenting him easier access to her rear 
entry; at the same time she reached back around him with both hands to grasp 
his hips and pull him more deeply into her. 

Sawing into the soft sponginess of her anus, Bill felt it begin for him ... 
then Grace screamed out her own orgasm, her body convulsing jerkily, and her 
hips screwing back at him, crazily. With closed eyes, she let it come to 
her, opening her mouth to scream in exquisite rapture. "Oooh! God! I'm 
cccuummiinngg! Fuck me ... good! Edd! Fuck me ... good! AAAaaauugghh!" 

Edd came with her scream. 

His jism jetted like fire from the head of his cock, deep into the moist 
warm sheath of her rectum, his. cock pumping wildly as the hot white sperm 
racing through him brought him almost excruciating pleasure. "Augh! 
AAuugghh! AAAaauuggh!" he groaned with one final plunge far up into her 
clinging backside. Then, he collapsed, bending forward at the waist, to 
press his weight down heavily on Grace's back. 

Doctor Stillo waited a few moments before he broke the silent punctuated 
only by Bill's breath, raspy and heavy in his throat and Grace's long sigh 
of satisfaction; then he said, addressing his wife, "Grace, darling ... can 
I assume you enjoyed him?" 

She turned her head to look toward the couch where her husband lay, his 
penis still buried in Ruth's slowly relaxing vagina. During the final 
moments, as he had watched Edd and Grace, it had begun to rise to full 
erection again. Surveying the supine couple, she grinned impishly and asked 
a question in, turn. "Need you ask? ... Really, Ray honey ... what I should 
ask. is ... when can I have him ... again?" 

"Perhaps ... after his little wife here has had a chance with him ..." 
Doctor Stillo suggested. "... but, I imagine that will be up to them." 

"The night's young yet ..." Grace sighed. "Have you asked her yet ... about 
...?" 

"No ... I'm just about to do that ..." 

Ruth had listened with rising curiosity. 

"What are you talking about ...? I'm sort of in the dark ..." 

Edd lifted his torso then and pulled his rapidly deflating penis from 
Grace's heavily flooded rectum, and Grace stood up straight. Ruth saw her 
magnificent figure for the first time, deciding that the doctor's wife was 
definitely beautiful. Together Edd and Grace came to the couch where Ray and 
Ruth still lay. The black-haired beauty leaned down and kissed her doctor 
husband soundly. As she drew back, after a moment, she looked into Ruth's 
lovely face and impulsively leaned down and kissed her too. Ruth was 
startled. She blushed again and stammered, "Grace ... I-I ... don't..." 

The doctor cut in with, "Don't mind Grace ... she sometimes swings both 
ways. She likes you ... too!" 

"... But ... I-I ..." 

"Don't worry about that now!" Doctor Stillo dismissed the subject, "Right 
now ... we need to know some answers to more important questions." 

Edd sat down on the edge of the couch, leaned over and kissed his wife, 
murmuring? "I love you ... darling." 

Ruth told him, "... And I love you ... Edd!" Impulsively, her hand went out 
to grasp his deflating penis. She added, "I'm so glad ... you can use this 
... again ..." 

"Ahem!" Ray attracted their attention, again. "As I said, Grace and I need 
to know your decision. Edd ... ?" 

"Definitely yes!" he answered quickly. "But I don't think Ruth knows all the 
particulars." 

"I'm going to fill her in now!" he turned back to Ruth. "My dear," he 
explained, "we four have just engaged in an exchange of spouses, commonly 
known as a swap. You've already said you enjoyed it ... and as far as we are 
concerned ... you both have qualified with flying colors ..." He stopped and 
glanced up at Grace meaningfully. 

Grace, who still stood beside the couch, dropped to her knees and rested her 
head on her husband's back, saying, "My vote's a big yes ... Ray!" 

"I-I don't understand ..." Ruth said, puzzled, looking first at her husband 
then from the doctor to his wife. "Wh-What are. you talking about?" 

"The group!" Doctor Stillo said, going on with his explanation. "Grace and I 
are members of a swap club ... and we feel you're now qualified to join." 

"You mean a regular club ... where e-everybody is ...?" Ruth stopped, 
dumbfounded, unable to complete the thought: 

"... is exchanging mates ... for the purposes of sexual intercourse!" the 
doctor finished. 

Stunned, she looked at Edd. He had said yes ... when the doctor had 
questioned hum. Why? Why was he so eager to join? 

"Many people find their marriages are strengthened ... that their own 
married sex-life is better ..." Ray went on. 

Just then his expanding cock, still sheathed in her moist cuntal passage, 
lurched thrillingly inside her. The memory of how his hardened flesh had 
brought her to such exquisite heights of rapture was strong in her again. 
She would be able to have that again, not only with Doctor Stillo but with 
Edd; then she extended the thought to include other men she would meet as a 
member of the club ... a club dedicated solely to swapping. Edd wanted it 
... and the happening tonight in their living room had been the means of 
Edd's having regained his manhood. The doctor's massive cock, filling her 
cunt again. New fires of sexual desire were being rekindled in her. 
Spasmodically, her hand tightened on Edd's cock that was now growing rapidly 
tumescent in her hand. 

With sudden decision, she looked, adoringly at Edd then said, "Yes ... oh 
yes ... we'll join your club!" 

The doctor smiled broadly, "Good! I know you'll like our group!" 

Edd could hardly contain himself, he was so overjoyed with her decision. He 
leaned over and kissed her deeply then said, "Darling ... you'll never 
regret it ... I'm sure! ... And, right now ... I'm going to fuck you so hard 
... you'll never forget how much I love you!" 

Grace jumped to her feet excitedly, saying ... but let's use the bedroom ... 
this time!" 

"Yes, let's!" Ray Stillo said reluctantly, pulling his now fully erect penis 
from Ruth's moist, reheating cuntal sheath. 

"There's still a few things you should learn ..." Doctor Stillo told her 
when all four were in the Reed's bedroom. 

"Such as ...?" Grace asked. 

"Fellatio ..." the doctor suggested. 

"What?" 

"Sucking cock!" Edd supplied. 

"That shouldn't be too bad ... if I can learn with Edd!" Grace said. 

Edd grinned at her willingness. "Well ... there's no time like right now." 

Grace reached for her husband's hardening shaft, her mouth followed to kiss 
it as Doctor Stillo went on talking. 

"Then you should learn to take two of us at a time!" 

"Two ... at a time ... ?" Grace questioned, puzzled. 

"It's easy ...!" Grace told her. "And ... I'll be here to help you ... and 
make sure you don't get hurt ... or anything ..." 

"There's so much ...!" Grace gasped. 

"And maybe Grace'll introduce you to the delights of cunnilingus ..." the 
doctor continued. 

"What's that ...?" 

"Eating cunt!" Edd supplied, crudely. 

"It's using your mouth on another woman's vagina!" Grace explained further. 

Ruth's head was in a whirl as she realized she was the least knowledgeable 
of the four, but she was committed now. She would learn! She would learn 
well ... but so much ... all at one time? 

"Maybe ..." Ruth said, lifting her head to look around at the three of them, 
"it'd be better ... if I-I just learned all these things ... one at a time!" 

So saying, she pushed her husband Edd back gently until he was stretched 
out; then she crawled between his legs and took his now completely hardened 
cock in both hands, feeling the warm throbbing hardness of it. She looked at 
its massive girth and great length, took a deep breath, and just before she 
ovalled her lips to take it into her mouth, she said softly; "And -- this is 
what I want to learn -- right now!" 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Trying to remember what she had read in that sex manual Doctor Stillo had 
had them buy, Ruth Reed slipped her lips over the hard visibly pulsating 
head of her husband's cock, being careful her lips were turned in over her 
teeth so as not to bite him; then, using her tongue, she swirled the tip of 
it around the satiny smooth coronal ridges. The flavor of it, she noticed, 
was not offensive. There was a certain male sweetness to it -- and she 
didn't feel at all ashamed or self-conscious. 

Edd gasped, "Oooh, honey -- that feels wonderful! You sure you haven't been 
practicing up on somebody else's cock ...?" 

She took her mouth off of him long enough to answer seductively, "I read it 
in that book -- remember?" Then she dropped her head to take his expanding 
cock-head back into her mouth and gamely began to suck on it, her cheeks 
hollowing bravely in and out as she did so. 

Edd reached down to her head, placing a hand on either side and began to 
move her head gently up and down until she understood what he wanted. 
Gradually, she began to take more and more of the hardened shaft into her 
mouth while inside, her tongue licked and swirled around and around it 
unceasingly. Meanwhile, the rekindling sensuality in her loins caused her 
hips to begin a small hardly perceptible undulating of their own. 

Grace, who was watching with intense interest, saw the obvious building need 
in Ed's wife, and she reached out impulsively, her cool hands moving 
caressingly over the soft smooth orbs of her buttocks. Ruth, aware of the 
fiery feel of those hands, knew without looking, that they were the lotion 
softened hands of a woman. It's Grace! I've never had a woman d-do things to 
me! There was an arcing flash of forbidden sensation between her legs. It 
was a desire she had never before felt. Oh God! -Maybe she'll want t-to use 
her mouth o-on me! Then she felt the soft feminine hands pulling and lifting 
her up to her knees until her naked buttocks were dancing in the air 
defenselessly behind her as she rested on her elbows between Edd's legs, his 
insistent hands on her head forcing a little more of his desire-hardened 
cock up into her mouth and throat with every bobbing stroke. 

Ruth was vividly conscious now of what Grace was doing there behind her. 
With knowing womanly sensuality, her hands moved lightly, stimulatingly, on 
the softly smooth flesh of her inner thighs, a finger tracing slowly through 
the coralline flesh of her cunt. Then she felt those hands, one on either 
side of the sparsely hair-covered fleshy folds of her pussy as they slowly 
pressured them apart, opening and revealing her warmly throbbing cuntal 
passage to the other woman's gaze. She heard the slight gasp of appreciation 
-- just before the moist electrifying contact of Grace's tongue. She 
shivered deliciously. The moist tip of it played tantalizingly at her 
throbbing portal for a moment then plunged deep into the liquid pulsing 
depths of her vagina. Ruth moaned with the ecstasy of it as she accepted 
this, too? it was a part of her newborn desire to experience everything. 
Ooooh! That feels so good! Almost unbelievable sensations surged through 
her, and she knew it would not be long before she would be ready to be 
fucked again. But, I want Edd t-to fuck me this time! 

Momentarily she had forgotten about Doctor Ray Stillo, but now she felt his 
hands on her breasts. He was lying on his side up close beside her, his 
hands reaching out and under her slightly swaying torso to the full 
roundedness of her smooth white breasts that danced prettily over her 
husband's thighs. His fingers plucked teasingly at the sensitive buds of her 
nipples, and she felt them throbbing with sensate life. She began to feel as 
if every nerve in her body was being stimulated sexually. Her breasts 
throbbed achingly under Ray's manipulative hands, and she could feel the 
expanding lurches of her husband Edd's fleshily throbbing cock in her mouth, 
an exquisite pleasure seeming now to pervade her mouth and throat as it slid 
smoothly in and out between her roundly ovaled lips. And Grace's tongue on 
the palpitating flesh of her cunt was driving her wild with desire. 

Suddenly, she felt the sensual shock of the doctor's wife's mouth as it 
shifted slightly to tease the hardened little bud of her clitoris. Oh God! 
I'm, getting hot! And l want everything to happen to me! And never stop! 
OonohhHHH!" 

On and on it went for several moments, her passion mounting higher and 
higher until she was literally a seething mass of sex-stimulated nerves. 
Then without warning, again she felt Ray's wife's tongue pressuring up 
through the open sensitive furrow of her cunt, not stopping to titillate the 
opening, but moving on, upward, to the snugly secret anal hole that was 
hidden between the smoothly-rounded halves of her buttocks. Involuntarily, 
she gasped around Edd's now jerking expanding cock in her mouth as the 
woman's tongue, behind her, dipped its tip into her excitedly flexing rear 
passage. 

The exquisite almost unbearable sensations it generated in her caused her to 
grind and waggle her hips lewdly back against Grace's mouth as though she 
were trying to screw her anus back over the tantalizing tongue. Just as she 
thought she could not stand any more ... the probing tongue was withdrawn, 
and she felt herself penetrated there. She's putting her finger in m-me ... 
Then, as with slow,-deliberate movements, Grace began to move her finger in 
and out of her, she began to adjust to it almost immediately. Then there was 
something larger in her. Two fingers! 

Doctor Ray Stillo stirred and sat up, and she was dimly aware that he had 
moved away from her. Rapidly, her rear passage became accustomed to the 
movement of the two fingers Grace was thrusting into her. Then the voice of 
the doctor's wife came to her, cooingly, "Ruth darling ... you're almost 
ready now! I've been stretching you out ... so Ray can get his cock into you 
-- there!" 

Ruth stiffened She raised her head, leaving her husband Edd's cock throbbing 
in the wash of cool air, its massive shaft glistening with-the moisture of 
Grace's vagina and her own saliva. "N-No! Oh God! It'd tear m-me apart." 

Again soothingly, Grace said, "No ... no it won't ...! There'll be a little 
pain; then -- when you get used to it -- in a few moments -- it'll be 
absolute bliss! Believe me!" 

Before she could register further objection, she felt Ray's hands on her 
hips, moving down to spread the nakedness of her buttocks apart, and the 
smooth rubbery head of his giant cock was nudging, warily, against the 
softly working ring of her tiny puckered anal lips. 

Edd raised his head to watch. There was some disappointment in him at the 
temporary abandonment of his cock by Ruth. Then he realized what was going 
to happen, and he knew that it was inevitable. She's going to get the full 
treatment -- tonight! Christ! I sure hope she can take it! He sat up and 
swung his legs over the side of the bed, noting that Ruth's face was frozen 
with fear, her eyes glazed. He added his own assurances. "It'll stretch it a 
little, darling -- but that's all!" he said. "And afterward you'll be glad 
of it!" 

With gradually increasing force and pressure, she felt Ray's cock push hard 
against the resilient ring of her back passage. It hurt! Then suddenly, with 
a flick of his hips he drove the bulbous ]lead of his cock hard into her, 
and with a slight farting noise it slipped past the barrier into the warm 
sponginess of her rectum. Ruth groaned loudly, almost screaming. "NOOooo!! 
Ray, it hurts!!" 

"Only for a few moments," the doctor grunted, shoving again to drive more of 
his exquisitely throbbing cock into her. 

Moaning constantly as he worked behind her little by little, her backside 
started to become accustomed to the unnatural invasion, and gradually, inch 
by excruciating inch, his great length and girth was forced into her. She 
could feel each throbbing lurch of it. Then after a few seemingly horrible 
moments, the pain began to pass, and she knew she would be able to do it. 
Suddenly, there was no terror in it for her; it felt erotic in the extreme 
as lewdly rising sexual stimulation replaced the pain. 

Then the doctor began to grind it up into her, gently at first, working back 
and forth with careful movements, stretching her until, involuntarily, her 
own hips began to thrust back at him. Again she was amazed, unable to 
believe what was happening to her ... that she could possibly be enjoying 
it. 

Ray was talking to Edd. "I'm going to turn her over -- on top of me now, and 
you can fuck her in the cunt ... O.K.?" 

Edd's mind whirled. He had, of course, heard of it, but it was one of the 
few things he had not experienced -- before he and Ruth were married. 

"O.K.!" He was hesitantly excited at the thought of another man fucking her 
at the same time. 

Deftly then, Ray Stillo wrapped his arms around Ruth and turned to his side; 
then with muscular strength, turned on to his back, bringing Edd's wife -- 
smooth rounded buttocks spread wide -- up on top of him. His hardened cock 
was still buried deeply in her rectum. Ruth was not sure what was happening 
until her husband crawled up between her wide-splayed legs, his own long 
hard cock prodding up into the sensitive flesh of her cunt. She moaned, "Oh 
-- Edd! Oh God! I want you to fuck me too!" 

Grace, lying beside them now, reached out between them and deftly guided the 
lust-inflated head of Ruth's husband's cock directly into the softly pulsing 
opening of her vagina. Then just before Edd flexed his hips, the doctor's 
wife took her hand away, and her husband's resurrected cock soared deep up 
into her cunt in one smooth long plunging stroke. Ruth gasped for breath. 
Aaagghh! I-I can't believe it! Two -- at a time -- Ray behind -- and Edd in 
front! Two men's c-cocks -- fucking me -- at the same time! 

Edd couldn't wait any longer. He was more than ready, and he began fucking 
into his wife's cunt with deep plunging strokes, feeling the heavy bulge of 
Ray Stillo's cock burred deep in Ruth's backside. Then in countering equally 
long hard strokes, Ray began to fuck rhythmically in and out of her rectum. 

It was a soul-searing mind-boggling experience. for Ruth. She was barely 
able to keep her senses; as feelings of the most rapturous joy imaginable 
pervaded her whole body and mind. There was nothing but this! Could there be 
anything more? Her nerves were almost overloaded with the exquisite 
sensations of fully realized sexual intercourse. 

And then there was more! Through glazed, vision-blurred eyes, she became 
aware that Grace had wedged her lithe body in between Edd and her, forcing 
him to lean back a little further on strong arms; she knelt above Ruth's 
head, her thighs widespread, her knees on either side accommodating her 
husband who lay underneath. 

Ruth looked up to see Grace's loins just above her mouth, and she knew what 
was expected of her. Now -- now she knew there could be no greater 
sensuality. Her moans were unceasing as Grace's softly hair-ringed cunt came 
down slowly to her lips. Experimentally, her tongue darted from between her 
lips for the first electric contact with the pinkly moistened female flesh 
being offered her. She heard Grace's sharp gasp, "Eat me, Ruth! Oh darling - 
eat me good!" 

With a whimper of desire she had never known before, she thrust her tongue 
out, stabbing it up into the warm liquid depths of the doctor's wife's 
seething cunt. Then, with knowing womanly instinct, she circled the hardened 
clitoris above her, licking and sucking at it avidly. 

The ever-building rapture in her passion-distorted mind could not be 
contained. She felt as if she would burst, and she knew that she would have 
to come to orgasm, soon ... very soon! 

Fucking wildly into his wife's cunt, above, Edd felt it begin for him, the 
need to cum in her already sperm-flooded pussy burning deeply in him. His 
breath came in ,short pants, and he grunted with the force of his jackhammer 
strokes and just before his liquid jets of hot white sperm spewed from him, 
he felt Ruth's body convulse beneath him. Wildly, his cock pumped his semen 
from him deep up into his wife's warmly milking belly, and he groaned aloud, 
"Oh Christ!" He collapsed then, twisting his torso to the side slightly, his 
head coming to rest down by Grace's knee, the desire-heated odor of her 
vagina wafting excitingly across his nostrils. The doctor's raven-haired 
wife was in a rapture of her own.-as she knelt above Edd's wife's face, 
Grace's tongue bringing her rapidly to her own soul-searing climax. 

As Grace came, she emitted a moan of ecstasy. "Oh God! That's IT! I'm going 
to CCUUMMM! NOOWWW! AAuuugggHHH!" 

Ruth convulsed time after time, her orgasm going on and on. Her head swam, 
and she was sure she would lose consciousness. She didn't ... but as first 
Edd then Grace climaxed and her mouth was freed of Grace's hotly grinding 
loins, the doctor's wife in turn collapsing and falling to her side, Ruth 
moaned out, "AAAAAUUUUGGGHHH! I'm ccumming! I'M CCCUUUMMMIINNGG! 
OOoooOooOOO!" Then: "AAAAAAAAAAUU GGGHHH!" 

With a final buttock-flattening thrust from below up into the smooth rubbery 
sheath of her rectum, Dr. Ray Stillo's ejaculative climax came to him also, 
his hot sperm spewing from the tiny slit in the head of his wildly jerking 
cock to splash far up into the warm, clasping walls of her tightly sucking 
anus. 

There was almost a dead silence in the bedroom, broken only by the sounds of 
heavy drawn breaths and satiated sighs of complete sexual satisfaction. 

Grace stirred first. She knelt over Ruth and kissed her fervently, saying 
softly, "That was just wonderful! I can't wait to have you and Edd to our 
next meeting!" 

Edd, his penis rapidly deflating now, lifted himself slowly from between the 
legs of his wife, and he, in turn, captured her lips. "How was that, darling 
... did you like it?" 

Still gasping, Ruth had difficulty in finding her voice. "It was -- 
completely -- out of this world!" 

Doctor Stillo crawled from beneath Ruth. His eyes shone with anticipation. 
"I second Grace -- the next meeting is at our place -- a week from tomorrow 
-- and I, definitely, would like to see you both come!" 

"We'll be there!" Edd said, then added, "Won't we ... Ruth?" 

Her answer was hesitantly, from years- of puritanical upbringing, jubilant, 
"I wouldn't miss it -- for the world!" 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Several very interesting things developed during the next week. Edd returned 
to his job, entertaining the idea that he would begin looking around 
actively for another position before tendering his resignation. For this 
purpose, he had given himself two weeks -- for he had no intention of 
working under Rick Stone, the Production Manager, any longer. Life, he had 
decided, was too short to put up with that son-of-a-bitch. 

On the second day back at work he was overjoyed to hear that Stone had been 
presented with an option of retirement or dismissal. Stone, wisely, chose 
retirement, effective immediately. Then, the second startling development 
was Edd's summons to the office of the Personnel Manager for an interview. 
Edd had been tapped to replace Stone, and he accepted gladly. The following 
day he had taken over as Production Manager. Ruth was as happy as he, and of 
course they had their own little private party to celebrate the event, 
discovering that their sex-life had been improved, it seemed, almost a 
hundredfold. 

On the following Saturday night they attended the first get-together of the 
group. As Edd steered the car into a parking place in the circular drive in 
front of the Stillo's home, Ruth grasped Edd's forearm and whispered, 
tremblingly, "Edd ... I-I'm getting scared -- and I just can't help feeling 
a little funny -- a-about all this!" 

He smiled at her reassuringly, "Honey -- after that session last week with 
Doc Stillo and Grace --you've got nothing to worry about!" 

"Yes -- b-but they'll all be perfect strangers," she quaked. 

"But not for long -- baby!" he cracked. "Anyway -- the Stillo's certainly 
aren't strangers -- and they'll make sure we get to know everybody." 

"And what about Doctor Stillo's saying we could recruit another new couple 
... for the meeting after this ...?" 

"That's easy ... we find a couple -- invite them over -- and one thing leads 
to another until I get the woman in the sack and you take on the guy! It's 
just like the Stillos did to us!" he explained. 

"Just l-like that?" 

"Well, almost -- but everything has to be planned out -- then we tell them 
about the club -- and they either accept -- or turn it down." He climbed out 
of the car and helped his wife out; then they walked the short distance up 
the drive to the big front door. 

"Well ...I wouldn't know who to try it with ..." she said. 

"I do!" Edd told her. "My new assistant ... and his wife! You ought to see 
her ... she's a nice compact little brunette with the most fabulous pair of 
tits I've ever seen!" 

"What about him -- I-I haven't even seen him -- yet!" 

"He's an awfully nice guy ... tall, rangy ... sort of redheaded." 

"But will he -- will they -- be interested?" she asked. 

"I'm sure he will!" Edd said, looking appreciatively at her. "How could he 
miss ... when you start working on him!" 

"I hope so --" Ruth said fervently -- almost dreamily. "What's his name?" 


THE END
