XE-688  Young And Innocent
(Tracy Campbell)


Chapter 1

"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big man muttered 
to himself, staring out the window. He turned to speak to a dark-haired 
young woman lying on a couch across the room.

"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the street!"

"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice. A moment passed. "Sword 
dancers?" she asked sarcastically. "A flea circus?" A troup of trained 
walruses and their sealion manager ?"

"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the mockery in 
the woman's voice. "Get off your lazy ass and come over and look."

The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the better of 
her. As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for a moment, 
showing a flash of smooth bare thighs. Taking her time, she walked over 
to the window and looked out. She had to stand close to the man but was 
careful not to touch him. Each time a shift in his position brought him 
closer to her, she moved back the barest fraction of an inch, just 
enough to keep them separated.

"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked with a 
grin.

Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a house. Two men, 
obviously the drivers of the van, from their overalls, were carrying in 
furniture. Another man stood nearby, watching, but Anna knew that none 
of these people, nor the van, was what had captured the interest of the 
man next to her. A young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was 
excitedly directing the two workmen. She was wearing a pair of tight 
white shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing 
movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.

"Well ... how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.

"Oh, Max ... for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly. "So it's a 
cunt. To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you never saw one 
before."

"God! I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he answered, licking 
his lips nervously. "Oh, my fuckin' balls. Look at the way her tits are 
bouncing ... and look at her ass, just trying to bust out of those 
shorts."

Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did have a 
point. She couldn't help admiring the other woman's admittedly lovely 
young body. Nor did she fail to understand Max's obvious lust for the 
girl. She felt a mild rush of interest herself as she watched the young 
blonde moving between the house and the van, getting in the men's way, 
trying to help them carry some of the smaller items. A good body, she 
thought lazily, and wondered what the girl would look like naked, 
without those shorts and that silly halter. I haven't touched a woman 
for a long time, she mused. I wonder if her tits are as solid as they 
look. Yes, she could understand the interest of the man next to her in 
the girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust. She watched 
him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering, his hands 
clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick tongue slithered 
over his lips, trying to moisten their heated surfaces. A real pig, she 
thought with disgust.

"l've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said. "Get me my 
binoculars."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max. lf you stand here gawking out the window 
with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head, they'll see you. 
You want them to think there's a bunch of weirdos over here?"

"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small eyes away 
from the window and fastening them angrily on her. "I said to get the 
binoculars. Now don't give me any of your smart-ass lip."

Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Max's 
pale gray ones. Then her gaze dropped and she left the room without a 
word, returning a minute later with a pair of binoculars. Max moved 
back from the window before he placed the binoculars against his eyes 
and began to scan the little party across the street.

"l'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see me this 
way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in here and 
bright sun out there ..." His voice caught and stopped. "Christ!" he 
said sharply. "She's bending over facing me. Wow .... What a pair of 
tits ...!" He fell silent, staring intently through the binoculars for 
several minutes. One large hand dropped down to the front of his pants, 
and Anna saw with disgust that he was slowly massaging the obscenely 
growing bulge there as his penis hardened and swelled under the 
restraining material. God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she 
told herself acidly.

Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her lush, well-
developed figure made her seem bigger. Her coloring was dark, with skin 
the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair that cascaded down over 
her shoulders and framed her face in heavy tendrils of smoky brown. 
When she wanted to, Anna would let her hair fall forward, half-hiding 
her dark lustrous eyes, which she knew how to make glitter in sulky 
invitation.

Max was a much rougher-cut figure. A big, bulky man of about fifty, he 
had once been very good looking, and he still retained traces of 
handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried under a 
disfiguring coarseness brought on by decades of dissipation, sullied by 
an innate cruelty that had hardened his features while his body 
thickened. His hair was turning iron-gray, cut in a bristling crewcut 
that only enhanced the air of violence that hung about the big man like 
a constant threat. The two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous 
couple, and many people had asked themselves what the two were doing 
together.

Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama across the 
street---the laboring men, the obviously excited young blonde, the 
other man, standing and watching as the draped furniture and heavy 
boxes made their way from the emptying van and began to fill the house. 
Must be her first house, Anna thought, gauging the other woman's 
excitement. I wonder how it feels to be excited over something? She 
wondered if they were newlyweds, but from the watching man's semi-
indifferent manner, doubted it. Her scrutiny shifted to him. She judged 
him to be a little younger than herself, and a good-looking man. He was 
tall and slender, without being thin. Good shoulders, Anna thought 
approvingly. He had fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint 
at a frustrated desire to grow it longer. Even at his distance she 
could make out a few tendrils curling over his ears. Wonder what kind 
of a man he is! Anna thought. I wonder how he treats his little wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max. The overeager 
young woman across the street had been trying to carry too-heavy a box 
and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over the lawn. She stood 
in despair a moment, looking down at the scattered pile of small items, 
some of them still rolling across the grass. The girl looked up at her 
husband for encouragement but all she got was a condescending grin. 
Superior bastard! Anna thought with irritation, as the man ordered his 
wife to pick up the spilled contents of the box.

"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee as the 
girl bent down and began putting the various items back in the box. 
Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy white material of 
the too-tight shorts suck up in between the girl's ass-cheeks and ride 
high to bare the gently rounded swell of her lower buttocks. She was 
kneeling, her legs spread a little, ant the tight mound of her pussy 
bulged enticingly between well-rounded thighs.

"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was mumbling, more to 
himself than to her. "I swear I'm gonna split it wide open with old 
Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the ever-growing bulge in the 
front of his pants.

"Sounds like your usual technique," Anna answered.

"You got any complaints about the way I fuck?" Max demanded, pulling 
the binoculars away from his eyes and turning to glare angrily at her.

"It'd take a book," she replied, knowing she should keep her mouth 
shut, but led on by the desire to insult him. "A hundred volumes."

"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it rammed up 
that cock-gobbling cunt of yours."

"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna responded 
sulkily, pushing her luck. Max's face crimsoned. He started to say 
something but then jerked the glasses back to his eyes, staring for a 
moment at the blonde girl, who was still crouched down on the ground, 
her buttocks presented invitingly back in their direction while she 
laboriously refilled the box. Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin 
coming over his hard face, and Anna knew she had gone too far.

"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice. "I'm gonna pretend 
you're it. Now get over here and pull up your robe!"

"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back. "You think you can fuck me just 
like that ?"

"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied. "Now get your ass 
in front of me and bend over. I want something for old Fred here to do 
while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across the street."

Anna was icy with rage. "You think you can use me like ..."

"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in. "Now are you coming over here 
or do I have to drag you?" He was growing angry, too, his heavy 
features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in their deep-set 
sockets. The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at one another.

"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max said 
quietly, his voice cold and deadly. "I can't permit that. Now ... you 
know what I can do ... if you make me ... So get your ass over here ... 
NOW!" The last words were shouted. Anna's gaze faltered, then dropped, 
and she moved slowly over in front of Max, her face working with 
repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.

"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in front of 
the window. "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered. Knowing what he 
wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on the table, her feet 
still on the floor. She gripped the sides of the table with her hands, 
knowing she'd need the leverage if she wasn't to be pushed off onto the 
floor.

"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute you make," 
Max said. With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's robe up, baring 
her buttocks. The lovely satiny half-moons lay naked before his 
devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over their rounded 
fullness, reaching between Anna's partly spread thighs to pull cruelly 
at her silky brown pubic hair. She jerked at his touch.

"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up from Anna's 
lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the street. "I'm sure 
as hell going to find out," he vowed, and wasting no more time, he 
hastily unzipped his pants and reaching inside, pulled his painfully 
throbbing cock out into the open.

"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the swollen, blue-
veined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed by a fringe of 
woolly pubic hair. "Come on, bitch, open up!" he ordered Anna, prying 
her thighs apart with his hands when she hesitated. For the moment Max 
forgot his blonde obsession as he stared hungrily down at Anna's 
helplessly exposed genitals. Her full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted 
from between her long sleek thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil 
of pussy-hair, but he could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her 
inner slit beneath. Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils 
aside, and then brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly 
swelling lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal 
juices. Christ! Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max 
marveled. Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time to 
prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard penis. At 
that very moment, the only thing that held him back from ramming the 
aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the lovely body before 
him was the concern that too much haste might hurt his tender foreskin.

With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his massive 
organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's hot wet slit, 
watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed aside the spongy outer 
lips, making room for its engorged bulk.

"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining that it 
was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and slick under his 
touch. He reached down and began to press hard against Anna's clitoris, 
feeling the tender little button throb under his careless finger.

He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body, but he 
couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her. What he was 
trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get into her tight 
muscular vagina easier.

Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped woman's vagina 
and coat his probing finger with their slick wetness. Max quickly 
worked his bulbous cock-head up and down Anna's rapidly moistening 
slit, coating its bullet-shaped head with her slippery secretions. 
Teasingly he moved his ready probe higher, pressing it for a moment 
against the tiny brown pucker of Anna's rectum, feeling her body go 
rigid with fear. Max chuckled, remembering the time he had fucked her 
there. God, she squealed like a pig, he thought in amusement as he 
remembered how Anna had squirmed in agony below his invading cock, 
trying to escape from his iron grip. He was tempted to do it again, but 
knew he'd have to use all his strength to hold her down and that would 
distract his attention from the blonde.

Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna was hating 
herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at will between her 
subserviently open thighs. The son-of-a-bitch! she raged. One of these 
days I'm going to cut his heart out! But she knew she wouldn't do it. 
No, not even that would break the hold he had over her. As much as she 
despised him, time and time again she would have to let this hated man 
defile her helpless body. A groan of self-loathing escaped from her 
tightly clamped lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up 
from her mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender 
sense-buds. What she hated most was the way her treacherous body 
reacted independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the disgusting 
things this half-animal did to it. If I just had the will-power to lie 
here and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone young woman thought in 
despair. But no! Already she could feel the hot wetness of her 
copiously reacting sex juices flowing between her thighs, making her 
vagina ready for the crude violation that was certain to come. Her 
genitals burned with an electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled 
their inner fires.

"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head suddenly slam 
up into her only partially ready vagina. A bolt of sharp pain made her 
try to twist away from the brutal invasion of her tender inner passage, 
but Max's powerful hands easily held her down.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his bulging 
cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his captive's vaginal 
hole and then driven his hips brutally forward, ramming the rigid 
fleshy pole up into the surprised woman's futilely squirming body. It 
took several hard, powerful thrusts to do it, but eventually Max's 
rubbery cock was buried all the way up to the hilt in Anna's body, his 
pubic hair brushing obscenely against her tightly puckered asshole. 
Taking one last look at the way the thick stump of his penis jutted 
back out from between Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the 
binoculars and once again began to examine the crouching girl across 
the street.

"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt ..." he moaned as he began to slowly 
fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to you just like 
this." And he continued to look at the tight white shorts stretched 
over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining it was her he was 
sliding his cock into. One big hand resting on Anna's quivering 
buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded globes with his fingers, 
savoring the creamy feel of the skin, leaving angry red marks behind 
when he dug in too far.

Oh, the bastard! What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in despair as she 
felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out of her overfilled 
cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides with its relentless 
advance. She cursed the way her body reacted to her tormentor's 
undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about 
it---except for the time he had taken her in the asshole, and the pain 
had been so bad that the only thing she'd wanted to do was get away. 
There was pain now, too, but already it was changing to an enfeebling 
pleasure as her vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly 
plunging member. He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip 
of his cock shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, 
the last of Anna's will-power faded.

"Ooooohhhh" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of pleasure coming 
from her throat. She fought to hold herself back, but another of Max's 
deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering belly, weakening the last of 
Anna's resolve. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and she 
raised her ass off the cold hard surface, making it easier for Max to 
gain entrance to her now voraciously churning pussy.

"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious to Anna's 
presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through his binoculars--
-sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so satisfyingly around his 
shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine blonde pubic hair there, 
rather than Anna's silky dark strands.

Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the hard table, 
her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her face, obscuring 
her features. I hope he gets it over with soon, she said to herself, 
then the further thought crept treacherously into her mind---as soon as 
I cum!

Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to the man 
fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what he was going 
to do to the girl across the street added new dimensions to Anna's 
hatred, a hatred that grew with every moment's realization that she was 
enjoying what Max was doing to her. At least I can be quiet, Anna 
thought despairingly and bit her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure 
that Max's deep thrusts were tearing out of her body. Beyond her 
control now, a powerful orgasm was beginning to build in the 
humiliatingly sprawled young woman's genitals and she stiffened her 
body to withstand its assault.

From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses. He slid his 
fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly drumming cock 
as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole, probing at her hot 
swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy discovering how much her 
formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening had flowered to admit his 
probing manhood. Keeping the binoculars fastened on the stranger across 
the street, he imagined it was her tender young body he was fondling, 
and as he thought it, he could feel his own orgasm on the way.

"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw up into his 
body. He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked twitching buttocks, 
brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh. Just as he felt the first hot 
rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed the tip of one finger up 
inside the excited woman's rectum, as far as it would go.

Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her fingernails 
scraped across the table's hard surface. She was already trembling on 
the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her ass, in addition to the 
wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen rifling in hot rushes up 
into her womb, touched off a white-hot explosion in the helplessly 
excites young woman's ravished body.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to keep 
silent. Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming her hips 
down against the table, pushing her cunt back against Max's 
relentlessly thrusting loins. Her vaginal muscles worked spasmodically, 
clutching desperately at Max's thick spouting shaft, forcing their 
combined cum back out around the jerking member in a heavy spray which 
gushed over the edge of the table and soaked the front of Max's pants.

"Hot little bitch," Max managed to grit from between clenched teeth as 
he hung onto Anna's twitching buttocks with one hand. The scene through 
the binoculars was misty, but he clung tenaciously to the image of the 
crouching young blonde as he emptied the last of his balls into Anna's 
churning cunt.

Totally exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Anna was lying limp 
upon the table, and when Max looked down as he withdrew his fast-
shrinking cock from Anna's dripping cunt, he was mildly surprised to 
see her dark, cum-dripping pubic hair---he had half-expected that it 
would be blonde.

"Okay, babe," he said matter-of-factly. "You've done your usual gushy 
job. Now, for Christ's sake, get me something to wipe this gunk off my 
pants," and he looked down disgustedly at the thick wet smear that 
covered his fly and dripped from the end of his cock.

Awakened from her post-coital reverie by Max's crude words, Anna slid 
off the table standing on shaky legs, and quickly covered her naked 
loins with her robe. She hated to be this way in front of Max---
flushed, disoriented, breathing heavily and raggedly, so she made no 
resistance to his order for a wash-cloth and went to get him one, glad 
to be alone. When she returned, her breathing was under control and her 
usual cool, bored manner had returned.

"Christ, what a mess," Max muttered as he scrubbed at the front of his 
pants. "I never saw a woman make such a mess."

"At least half of that stuff is yours," Anna remarked dryly. "I hate 
the thought of it being up inside me.

"Come on, don't give me that shit. Hell, you loved it. You don't think 
I heard you panting and moaning while I was throwing it to you!!"

"A mere bodily reflex," Anna said in irritation, smarting under his 
words. They were too true.

"Bullshit," Max replied crudely. "You're the biggest cockhound I ever 
met. Get a hard prick near you and you start salivating. You'd fuck 
anything. Hell, if the offer was made, you'd fuck a dog."

"I just did," Anna said with loathing.

There was a moment's silence while Max's face reddened with anger. 
"Why, you arrogant slut," he growled, taking a step toward Anna! His 
heavy hand raised as if he were going to strike her. Anna flinched 
inwardly but stood her ground, glaring coldly back at Max. They stood 
that way for several moments, then Max's hand dropped slowly to his 
side. For the first time Anna realized that Max had never actually 
struck her. All the violence he'd made on her had been connected with 
sex. The hold he had over her forced her to obey him, and what he 
seemed to want most was her subservience and humiliation. But they both 
avoided direct violence, perhaps sensing that the delicate, perverted 
web of their forced relationship would come apart the instant he hit 
her, and not even Anna wanted that. As much as she hated her situation, 
it was a known world, and without its routines, as humiliating as they 
were, there might be no way to hold back the ultimate disaster she 
feared.

"You gotta big mouth," Max growled. Anna made no reply this time---just 
stood sullenly, watching Max finish cleaning the front of his trousers.

"Okay," he said. "Get some clothes on. We're gonna go meet our new 
neighbors."

"You think that's smart?" Anna asked. "Maybe it would be better if you 
just kind of sneaked up on them slowly."

"We'll do it my way," he snapped back. "I said I was gonna get into 
that little cunt, and I meant it. We gotta have a plan of operation---
like a battle plan. And any good general will tell you the most 
important thing is to have good intelligence. So we're gonna go out and 
gather intelligence---a reconnaissance mission. But we can't do it with 
your bare ass waving all over the street, so get dressed."

"Why do I have to go?" Anna asked.

"Because you make good cover," he replied. "If we go as a couple, 
they'll react to us as a couple. If I go alone, there'll be a natural 
guard up."

Anna took her time getting ready, happy to have the chance to make Max 
fume. She took a quick shower, saying she could hardly go out to meet 
his intended smelling like a rutting sow. Then she dressed slowly, 
smiling inwardly at Max's impatience to be off to the hunt. But she 
caught herself choosing her clothes with care, picking the sexiest 
ones, and she became amused at herself. Who's doing the hunting? she 
asked herself, thinking of the handsome young husband. Or was it only 
the husband? Her mind returned to the innocent blonde seductiveness of 
the young wife, dressed in her too-revealing shorts and halter.

"Hey, not bad," Max leered when she was ready. "You're gonna blow that 
dude's mind so much he won't even notice I'm there." Anna had finally 
settled on her most simple outfit as the most effective. It was a thin 
summery dress, almost a shift, short-skirted to show off her elegant 
legs with the soft material clinging seductively to her hips and belly. 
The low-cut top left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her heavy 
breasts shifted and jiggled with each move and her nipples raised 
dimples in the flimsy material. Maybe it will get hint, she thought. I 
might as well have some fan, too.

Max and Anna went out into the street. The moving van was empty, all 
the furniture and boxes were in the house. The workmen were closing the 
big doors of their van and one was presenting the young husband with 
papers to sign. The blonde girl was sitting wearily on the front steps, 
and through the open door behind her could be seen a litter of packing 
material and half-emptied boxes.

"Hi," Max said heartily, holding out his hand and walking up to the 
young man as soon as the workmen had driven the truck away. "My name's 
Max Flaherty, and this is my, uhhh, niece, Anna Collins. Looks like 
we're gonna be neighbors. We live just across the street."

The young man shook hands with Max and nodded to Anna. "Glad to meet 
you," he said to Max, but his eyes kept returning to Anna. "I'm Jack 
Hollister and this is my wife, Pam." The young blonde had gotten up as 
soon as she saw Max and Anna approaching, and she joined the ritual 
agony of introductions by stiffly shaking hands with the newcomers. 
Anna was watching for Max to do something boorish, but he behaved well 
enough, confining himself to one quick glance down into Pam's cleavage 
as she shook his hand. Deciding to enjoy herself, Anna moved as 
seductively as she knew how, amused by the way Jack Hollister's eyes 
followed her body.

"I'm sorry the place is such a mess," Pam was saying inanely, as if it 
could be anything else on moving day. "Won't you come in," she asked. 
"I've already unpacked some of the glasses and right now I'd certainly 
love a drink." She looked questioningly over at her husband, as if 
awaiting his approval, but his eyes were still on Anna. The young 
blonde's eyes clouded a moment, but she seemed to shrug off her 
husband's new interest as something inevitable.

"Well, we don't want to bother you just when you're moving in," Max 
said unconvincingly, darting another glance at the lush valley between 
Pam's breasts.

"Oh, please come in," she said and then blushed a little. "It's the 
first house of our very own and we'd like you to be our guests."

How touching, Anna thought. A genuine little housewife. And bored. Her 
sharp eyes had taken in several signs of the deadly tedium that often 
invades modern urban marriages. Jack's eyes boldly on her body and 
Pam's dogged acceptance of it told at least part of a story, and Anna 
became interested in learning more. Although the other woman's life-
style was obviously light years away from her own, Anna instantly liked 
her. Under what seemed at first a scatter-brained and easily dominated 
personality, Anna sensed in Pam a native intelligence ant sense of 
humor, buried now beneath an almost humorous innocence. Anna guessed 
Pam's age at twenty-two or twenty-three.

Pam led the way into the house, picking her way between piles of boxes. 
Max walked along behind her, feeling the blood pound in his veins as he 
watched the young blonde's scantily clad buttocks sway and jiggle with 
each step. Someday soon, he promised himself. Jack had positioned 
himself behind Anna, and knowing his eyes were undoubtedly on her body, 
she used her practiced seductiveness to make her own hips perform a 
sensuous dance under the clinging material that drew attention to them 
as it slid clingingly over the near-naked flesh beneath.

Drinks were brought, and after the first few sips, tongues loosened.

"What line you in?" Max asked Jack.

"I work in a brokerage house downtown," the young man replied. 
"Assistant vice-president."

"Damn good job," Max said, seemingly impressed. "Which company?" When 
Jack told him, he whistled in surprise. "One of the biggest in town," 
he said.

"What do you do?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I'm kind of retired," Max replied vaguely. "Made a little a few 
years ago and now I just sit and enjoy life. Kind of boring sometimes, 
so I try to find ways to liven it up."

"Did you say Miss Collins is your nieces'

"Uhhh, yeah," Max replied, remembering his earlier cover story barely 
in time. "Her folks died and I took her in until she could get on her 
own feet." A look of sudden inspiration came over his heavy features. 
"Say!" he salt. "Maybe you could help, being so high up with your 
company and all. You think you could help Anna get a job there?"

Anna looked over at him in surprise. The last thing she wanted right 
now was to have a job. Putting up with what Max demanded of her was 
work enough, and she hated the thought of giving up her leisure. But 
she was curious enough to find out what Max had on his usually scheming 
mind to hold her peace and see what developed. She could always back 
out at the last minute.

Jack took the bait. As soon as he'd seen Anna he'd wanted her. 
Engrossed by the lovely seductiveness of her artfully exposed body, he 
hardly knew what Max looked like---he had only eyes for her. She isn't 
wearing a bra, he thought excitedly, amazed at the way her breasts 
retained their shape, standing out from her body firm and full. They 
jiggled but they didn't sag. He forgot for the moment that his wife was 
at least as beautiful. She was familiar to him by now, and Anna was 
unexplored territory. The thought of having her in the office, under 
obligation to him, began to look appealing.

"I'll see what I can do," he replied. "Why don't you come into the 
office tomorrow, Anna, and I'll introduce you to the big boss."

Anna shrugged. What can it hurt, she thought ... other than this guy's 
wife. She caught Pam's eyes on her, but when she turned to the girl she 
had already looked away. She knows who's going on, Anna thought 
guiltily, and determined not to let things get out of hand. She had to 
do what Max demanded, but she hated the thought of hurting innocent 
people, if there were any such thing. On closer inspection, Anna began 
to revise her opinion of Pam. What had first seemed to her to be 
simpleness could just as easily be explained as resignation and 
confusion. From the looks the young wife cast toward her husband, she 
was painfully in love with him. He was handsome enough, Anna thought, 
but there was a certain weakness that showed at times in his face---
something about his mouth and eyes. There's trouble here, she thought.

When Pam went into the kitchen to mix more drinks, Anna followed her. 
"Excited about your house?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Pam replied, suddenly animated. "I've always wanted a place 
of my own, but I never thought it'd be as nice as this."

"Pretty fancy," Anna agreed, looking around at the large, well-equipped 
kitchen. "But from the sound of your husband's job, I guess he can 
afford it."

Pam's face clouded over again. "Yes, he makes plenty of money," she 
said sadly. "But there's so much pressure he doesn't have much time 
left over for anything else. I don't know how much the house can mean 
to him---he's either at the office or sleeping." Pam suddenly flushed. 
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I invited you here for drinks, not to 
hear our problems "

"I know all about them, Pam," Anna said with a warm laugh. "I, too, was 
married to a career, way back there somewhere. It was rough."

"What happened?" Pam asked, her blue eyes large and curious.

"We got divorced. What else?" Anna said bluntly, and then regretted it 
as she saw consternation in Pam's eyes. "But it doesn't have to be that 
way," she added quickly. "We were wrong for one another from the start. 
One of those stupid impulse marriages."

"Oh," was all Pam could say. Anna felt a warm rush of affection for the 
younger girl and impulsively put her arm around her and squeezed. A 
radiant smile lit up Pam's face and she gave a brief answering squeeze 
before moving away, a little embarrassed. My God, she's healthful, Anna 
thought. Pam's hair was a bright shining gold, making her blue eyes all 
the more noticeable. Her skin was rosy and clear, shining with health, 
and her deep red lips were full and sensuous for a blonde, framing 
small perfect teeth. Once again Anna began to understand Max's 
fascination with the girl and she herself wondered how Pam would look 
naked. She determined to do her best to keep Max from damaging her too 
much.

"Well, you people look tired," Anna said when she and Pam came back 
into the living room. "I think we'd better drink up and go." Max shot 
her an irritated look but she refused to notice. There were good-byes 
at the front door and then she and Max were crossing the street to 
their own house.

*  *  *

"What the hell did you think you were doing, telling me when it's time 
to go home," Max asked her angrily as soon as they were inside the 
front door. "I decide what the strategy's going to be. Hell, I was 
really making tracks in there."

"Yeah, like an elephant," she replied. "I thought your eyes were going 
to pop right out of your head and fall down in between Pam's tits."

"Who the hell was going to notice. Hubby was following you around like 
a dog. Shit, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd fucked that luscious 
little broad right there."

"Well, she sure as hell noticed. She was edging away from you every 
time you got near, but that's easy to understand, the way you were 
slobbering. That's a nice kid, too nice for whatever you have in mind."

"You know Goddamned well what I have in mind," he replied with a leer. 
"I'm gonna fuck that little jewel, and after our visit, I don't think 
it's gonna be too hard."

"Oh, you just think old irresistible Max Flaherty can entice any lovely 
young newlywed into his arms. Don't you realize she's madly in love 
with her husband ?"

"Yeah, and that's the key. He's the weak spot. Hell, didn't you notice 
the tension between them? They've got troubles, and I'm willing to bet 
those troubles start in the bedroom."

"That's nothing new. With you, all troubles start in the bedroom."

"Sticks and stones," Max mocked. "I'm in too good a mood for you to be 
able to piss me off. I'm sure I'm gonna get a hunk of that gorgeous 
blonde tail, and more than once. When you turn on somebody like that, 
there's no turning them off. Hell, she's horny ... I just know it!"

Anna's silence was a confirmation of Max's theory. She, too, had 
noticed it. There was more to Pam's obvious discomfort than just 
loneliness. Hubby put his soul into his work, probably neglecting his 
young wife. No, there's more to it than that, she mused to herself. The 
way Pam had accepted it when Jack had been so obviously interested in 
her, another woman, was the clue. Maybe she's frigid! Anna thought with 
sudden insight, or something close to it. Wouldn't that be a joke on 
Max. But he thought differently, and he was seldom wrong in such 
matters. Max had a built-in radar for detecting frustrated women.

But there's something wrong there, Anna thought to herself. And I bet I 
get pulled right into the middle of it!

"Hey, what was that shit about my getting a job?" she asked suddenly.

"That's part of the plan," Max said smugly. "Hell, that's the whole 
plan. I saw that guy looking at you. You were smart to put on those 
clothes. You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time, and with 
him out of the way, it'll be clear sailing for me right into Pam's snug 
little harbor."

"Oh, no," Anna exclaimed. "You can't make me do that! I'm not going to 
do anything to fuck up anybody's marriage."

"Oh, yes, you are," Max said coldly. "What the hell did you dress up 
for that way if you didn't have the same thing in mind?" Anna bit her 
lip, cursing herself for being a fool. "You're gonna move your ass into 
junior's office and stick it in his face, until he'll do anything to 
fuck you. Then the rest is mine. You understand ?"

"I won't do it!" Anna said flatly. "I like that girl. The husband you 
can have. Just another hungry hunting cock, like all the rest. You can 
do all the foul things you want to my body---that's part of our 
agreement---but you can't use me to hurt other people."

Max moved close to Anna, taking her shoulders in his big meaty hands. 
He squeezed, making her flinch with pain despite herself.

"You'll do anything I say," he snarled, his eyes only inches away from 
her own. "That's our real agreement. I've kept my part, now you keep 
yours."

"And how long is all this going to go on? When will I be free of you 
and all the shit you send my way?"

"When I decide, and maybe that'll be when I die of old age."

"Some people die from accidents," Anna gritted out, her eyes burning 
with hate.

Max shook her, making her head snap back and forth. "You know better 
than that," he snarled. "Anything happens to me and those letters get 
mailed automatically. You know what would happen then, don't you?" Anna 
was still glaring defiantly up at him.

"Don't you?" he shouted, shaking her again.

Anna seemed to shrink under his gaze. The hatred faded from her eyes, 
replaced by a dull despair. She nodded her head feebly.

"That's a good girl," Max purred sarcastically. "You love your old Dad 
too much to take chances, don't you? It's very touching to see such a 
devoted daughter ..." his voice took on menace, "who knows her Daddy's 
welfare rests on her ... and on what she does or doesn't do."

"You pig," Anna whispered.

"Sticks and stones," Max answered mildly. "But you will do it, won't 
you? You'll go down to that big brokerage house and sweet-talk junior 
into finding you a job. And then you'll wiggle your asset until he 
can't help but stick something in it ... right?"

"Right," Anna murmured.

"Attsa good girl," Max said with false good will. "And you know what?" 
he added.

"What?" Anna asked dully.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun, you and me," Max smiled happily.

"We're gonna have a hellion lot of fun."

*  *  *

Across the street, Jack and Pam Hollister were getting ready for bed. 
Jack was already under the covers ... naked ... looking appraisingly at 
his wife as she undressed. Pretty good, he thought to himself, admiring 
the sleek rosy loveliness of her body as she stood naked a moment 
before getting into bed. The overhead light threw deep shadows under 
her full, taut breasts, where they thrust out from her ribs, making 
them look even larger than they were. In fact, damn good!

But Jack's thoughts were with Anna, and the way her scanty dress had 
clung seductively to her body. His interest in his wife at the moment 
was to compare her to what he hoped Anna would look like naked. He 
experienced a slight shock when Pam turned around and he caught sight 
of her silky blonde pubic hair, nestled in a perfect vee where her 
slender milky thighs molded into her slightly swelling lower belly. 
Anna's pussy hair'll be dark, he told himself. Dark and thick. What a 
break she needs a job. I'll get her into the office some way, and after 
that, it'll only be a matter of time. I saw the way she was looking at 
me!

As Pam slid into bed next to him, Jack's hand automatically found its 
way to her belly and began to slide lower, towards her softly inviting 
pubic hair.

I'll pretend it's Anna, Jack thought.

"Oh, not tonight, please," Pam said quietly. "I'm too exhausted from 
moving."



Chapter 2


As soon as the first bright rays of the morning sun came streaming in 
the window, Pam's eyes flew open. Only half awake, it took the young 
blonde several seconds to remember where she was.

Oh ... our new house! She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and then 
over at the windows. Those curtains will have to go, she thought 
disapprovingly. Knowing there was a lot of work to do and an exciting 
day ahead, she wanted to bound out of bed and get started moving, but 
Jack was still asleep and she know he would awaken if she got up. Let 
him sleep, she thought. He works so hard!

Pam looked over at her sleeping husband, admiring his dark 
handsomeness. He was lying on his back, mouth slightly open, looking 
uncharacteristically young and defenseless. Just like a little boy, Pam 
thought, and remembered when he used to look that way almost all the 
time, when they were still both in school.

Things had changed a lot since then. They had been married just a 
little more than a year, and already Pam had trouble recognizing her 
husband. It's the job, she thought. The job is doing it to him. But the 
job was what they had dreamed about while they were still 
undergraduates---a job with a big company where Jack would have a 
chance to work his way up and earn them the good life they both looked 
forward to. And it had gone even better than they planned. Jack rose 
fast, until he was the youngest assistant vice-president the company 
had ever had, and now, at twenty-six, he promised to be the youngest 
vice-president, if he got the promotion. If Jack got it and not Harry 
Steers.

But Jack had a way with the boss. Pam knew Jack would eventually get 
the promotion, and at first the knowledge had thrilled her. But then 
she had met the Boss, J.B., as he liked to be called, and she had seen 
the way Jack acted in his presence, and she hadn't liked it at all. It 
wouldn't be right to say Jack fawned on the man---he was too correct 
for that---but there was an undoubted air of subservience in his 
manner. "For Christ's sake, how do you expect me to act?" had been 
Jack's response the one time she had voiced her feelings to him. "He's 
the boss!" And she had never mentioned it again.

But Jack had changed. As he sank himself more and more totally into his 
work, always striving for promotion, making every act and word count in 
that direction, he correspondingly withdrew something of himself from 
Pam. He was moody and absent-minded at home, going over and over in his 
mind the day's events at the office, wondering if he had made any 
mistakes, wondering if he had done all he could to make himself noticed 
by J.B. He was short-tempered with Pam, irritated when she broke in on 
his thoughts, and when she complained about his distant manner, he 
looked at her in amazement. "How can you say that?" he demanded. "I'm 
doing it for our future!

And then there was that other problem, Pam thought, her mood darkening 
as she lay in bed thinking. I should getup, she thought. I mustn't let 
myself get depressed again. But the thoughts kept coming, floating up 
from deeper and deeper levels. Yes, Jack's preoccupation with work was 
a problem between them but there was another, more serious one.

Sex!

Pam twisted uncomfortably in the big bed, tortured by conflicting 
emotions, trying to sort out her confused thoughts. Her mind drifted 
back into her past, remembering. She remembered how she, at nineteen, 
totally inexperienced, the result of an overprotected, over-religious 
upbringing, had been confronted with the handsome young Jack Hollister. 
How excited she had been. Compared to her and to her boring friends, 
Jack had seemed the embodiment of wordly wisdom---good looking, 
sophisticated, witty, and with an enchanting aura of something slightly 
wicked about him. Jack had obviously been around.

Longing to escape from her strict upbringing, the young Pam had been 
irresistibly drawn to Jack. He invited her out, and on their first date 
had shocked her by boldly slipping his hand inside her dress and 
caressing her naked breast. At first the innocent young girl had been 
too shocked to resist, letting him massage her virgin nipple just long 
enough for her to realize how good it felt. She had made him stop, of 
course, and promised herself she would never go out with him again. But 
she did!

Between their first and second dates, Pam had several days to think 
over her attitudes. She had already been at school long enough to 
realize that most of the values her parents had taught her were 
impossibly narrow, more the result of the bitter aridity of their souls 
than of any genuine moral conviction. Now Pam began to wonder about sex 
and about the incredible importance her parents had placed on 
virginity. Dutifully, ever since puberty, Pam had scrupulously 
protected her virginity, holding her blossoming young body inviolate 
from the inevitable pawings of the few young boys her parents had 
permitted her to go out with. That hadn't been too hard, thanks to 
their clumsiness, and even in her first days in college she had been 
able to resist temptation, even though she herself was beginning to 
have to admit the existence of strange longings high up between her 
firm young thighs.

It happened very quickly. After her experience with Jack, and 
remembering the annoyance in his eyes when she had primly made him stop 
touching her breast, Pam decided to stop being a virgin. It was an easy 
decision to implement. A group of young sailors from a nearby naval 
base were on campus one night, prowling for girls, and Pam singled one 
out as the man she was going to seduce---as the instrument for ridding 
herself of the virginity she now suddenly considered an impediment.

It hurt. Pam had been ready for a little pain but not for as much as 
she experienced, as she lay rigid beneath the madly fucking young 
sailor. He was more frightened than she was. Hoping to seduce one of 
the lovely young girls that filled the campus, the inexperienced boy 
could hardly believe his luck when Pam, easily the most beautiful girl 
he'd ever met, picked him up. When he suggested they go for a walk, she 
instead invited him to her room. And when he placed a hesitant hand on 
her shapely young thigh, without another word she had stood up and 
undressed, baring her lovely, firm roses and ivory; body to his stunned 
gaze. He'd been so nervous that he was almost unable to get an 
erection, but nature had its way and soon he was clambering over Pam as 
she lay on her back waiting impatiently for her great experience.

It had miscarried. Certain that he was with a real pro, the young 
sailor did nothing to prepare Pam, and when he rammed his iron-hard 
cock into her unused vagina, Pam thought she was going to die. 
Clenching her teeth, afraid that the girls in the next room would hear 
if she made a sound, she had to lie there and bear it. When is he going 
to be finished? she kept asking herself. When is he going to be 
finished?

When it was over, and the sailor had departed, feeling slightly used, 
leaving a silent, guilty Pam behind on the blood-stained bed, she had 
vowed it would never happen again. Her parents had been right, and God 
had punished her. Never, never again.

But that didn't last long. She began to go out with Jack on a regular 
basis, and realizing she had already made the irrevocable step, Pam let 
nature take its course. Her body slowly learned to not only respond to 
Jack's caresses but to need them. They started slowly, with Jack at 
first only gently touching her breasts, filling her with gentle 
sensations of warmth and excitement as he tenderly stroked their 
billowy softness. Jack took his time, sensing he had a prize in Pam and 
willing to invest some effort, which was pretty much how he saw the 
world---good investments and bad investments. He was seeing another 
girl, too, one less scrupulous than Pam, and many nights, frustrated 
from hours of holding himself back with Pam, he would fuck the other 
girl until she begged for mercy. In his view, cunt was easy to get, 
especially with his looks, but there were few girls around with the 
beauty and good breeding of Pam Adamson. He was determined to marry 
her.

Finally, one night---Pam never quite knew how it happened Jack had 
taken all her clothes off and she lay naked on the grass behind the 
dormitories, shivering slightly in the cool breeze but her blood on 
fire from Jack's expert touch. For the first time she made no objection 
as his hands slid lower on her nude body. His lips on her nipples kept 
her from formulating any defense, and before she knew it, his finger 
was working insistently into her boiling hot pussy slit and then was in 
her vagina. Instinctively flinching, expecting the same blinding pain 
as when the sailor had broken her hymen, Pam was instead suddenly 
invaded by an incredible wave of white-hot pleasure. After weeks of 
building passion, she came almost instantly and, to both her surprise 
and Jack's, began to ride his finger like a bucking horse. Her body 
shuddered and twitched, lost in ecstasy and from that night on she 
never again had the will-power to stop her lover from slipping his 
marvelous finger up into her rapidly learning cunt.

Jack never told her how surprised he was to find she wasn't a virgin. 
He kept it to himself, though it galled him a bit. After all the 
trouble she'd given him, he'd at least expected to be the first to pop 
her cherry. But deciding to make the most of it, Jack quite efficiently 
set about the rest of Pam's seduction. Within another couple of nights 
they were genuine lovers, and Pam thrilled to the feel of Jack's lean, 
sinewy body weighing hers down while his hard cock slid pleasurably in 
and out of her eagerly welcoming vagina. They made love constantly 
after that, and Pam began to develop an eager sexual capacity. But her 
response was shadowed by an odd constraint that was particularly 
frustrating to Jack. Perhaps remembering her parents' warning of the 
evils of sexual license, Pam always held herself back, never again 
permitting herself the full abandon of that first unexpected orgasm 
when Jack had suddenly slipped his finger up inside her hungry vagina. 
She made love with her eyes closed, holding still, letting it all 
happen inside, even her orgasms, which seemed to blossom somewhere far 
up in her belly like the fire-ball from an atomic explosion.

Jack was irritated by Pam's apparent lack of response, and by her 
refusal to permit him to make any sexual innovations in the way they 
made love---missionary style, she on her back beneath him, her arms at 
her sides, or once in a while locked lovingly around his neck. He hoped 
that after they were married she would loosen up, but she never did, 
and as time went on, he began to complain bitterly. Pam was hurt, and 
did her best to comply with his wishes, but she just couldn't, 
disgusted by the things he wanted her to do. Pam never had a full 
understanding of her inhibitions, but somewhere in the back of her mind 
she made a connection between her unforgivable act with the young 
sailor and the terrible pain that had been her immediate punishment. 
Despite her apparent lack of religious conviction, a hellfire and 
damnation view of the cosmos had been firmly installed in Pam's psyche 
by the twisted teachings of her parents.

Deprived of full satisfaction at home, Jack had more and more turned to 
his work, which wasn't hard for him. Ever since he was a young boy, he 
had been oriented toward success. He would have probably cooled toward 
Pam, anyway, genuinely interested only in furthering his own ambitions, 
but their sexual troubles gave him a handy excuse. Pam sensed this, but 
since there seemed to be nothing she could do to change matters, she 
tried to blank the whole thing out of her mind. That was one reason 
this new house meant so much to her---both something for her to bury 
her energies in and a justification for Jack's insatiable desire to get 
ahead.

But there were reminders---like the obvious way Jack had been staring 
at Anna Collins the night before. It wasn't hard to understand. Anna 
had an earthy animal sexuality that even Pam could appreciate. She felt 
no resentment toward Anna---it was hardly her fault that Jack was a 
dissatisfied husband. Pam even liked the other woman, sensing in her a 
deep warmth to match her natural magnetism. She remembered the way Anna 
had impulsively given her a hug the previous night. Pam knew she needed 
a woman friend, one who might be able to teach her to be more of a 
woman herself.

The alarm suddenly went off, shattering Pam's mood. Jack groaned and 
turned over in bed, slowly opening his eyes and blinking at the morning 
light. He peered sleepily at the clock.

"Christ!" he mumbled. "What the hell's the damn thing doing going off 
at six-thirty?"

"I set it a half-hour early," Pam said quickly. "I thought it would 
give us a little more time together the first morning in our new 
house."

"Oh," Jack mumbled. "Guess you're right. May need a little more time to 
get going in a strange place." Doing his best to wake up, he looked 
over at his wife. She was half-sitting up in bed and the sheet had 
slipped down her body, baring her naked breasts. Automatically he 
reached out to trace his hand over their resilient loveliness. He felt 
her shiver in response. She always did like me to touch her tits, he 
thought to himself, even if she's too uptight for much else. He 
remembered how he'd wanted to make love the night before, turned on by 
watching Anna's ass move underneath her dress. His blood began to heat 
as he remembered how Anna had made him feel, and his hand closed 
convulsively on his wife's breast.

"Owww ... you're hurting me," Pam protested, bringing Jack back to the 
present. He looked at Pam again and realized that his cock was getting 
hard.

"C'm'ere," he growled, and throwing back the sleet, drew her to him. 
Pam started to stiffen, still too full of the morning's heavy thoughts 
for love-making, but immediately reminded herself that she was only 
making things worse between her and Jack by her continued coolness. She 
made herself relax as his lips closed around her nipple and was 
rewarded by an instant trickle of pleasure.

How long since we've made love? she asked herself. Over a week. She lay 
back and let out a small sigh as Jack's mouth continued to move over 
her slowly responding breasts.

Anna had been wrong when she guessed that Pam was frigid. Pam loved 
sex, and wanted it frequently. The trouble was, Jack always wanted to 
go too far for her, and when she resisted his demands, the whole thing 
became a grim experience. Now, she let her eyes close dreamily and lay 
still on her back, letting him kindle her desire. A palpitating warmth 
spread downward from her nipples, heating up her belly and making her 
vagina tingle. She quivered when she sensed her husband's hand on her 
stomach, sliding lower, softly stroking her sensitive skin. She let him 
open her legs with his hands, beginning to breathe faster when he ran 
his fingertips up the insides of her now-trembling thighs, gasping when 
he made the first tentative contact with her eagerly waiting pussy. She 
had to clamp her teeth down hard on her lip to keep from moaning as she 
felt the familiar ecstasy of Jack's hard groping finger slithering up 
into her tender vagina. Oh, it feels so wonderful, she thought with 
awe. Why can't it he this way always? Her thighs felt hot and wet as 
she sensed her inner secretions pumped from her cunt by Jack's 
insistently digging finger. Dreamily, Pam let her thighs fall further 
open as she felt Jack's body rise up over hers. She knew he was about 
to fuck her.

Looking down at his beautiful blonde wife, Jack temporarily forgot all 
about Anna Collins. Lying there naked, her eyes closed and her blonde 
hair streaming across the pillow in a swirl of gold, her full, pink 
tipped breasts rising and falling rapidly from her heavy breathing, her 
satiny skin giving sensuously beneath his exploring fingers, he could 
think of nothing else. The hot musky smell of her aroused pussy filled 
his nostrils, and looking down, he saw that her blonde pussy curls were 
darkening as her ready secretions bubbled from up inside her vagina. He 
withdrew his finger from her pussy-hole, gleaming with cunt-juices. He 
slid the slippery digit up and down her heated pink slit, pressing hard 
on her tiny, half-hidden clitoris, wanting to make her jump.

Why doesn't she react? he thought for the hundredth time. Hell, most 
women, if he did to them what he was doing to his wife, would come half 
off the bed. But she lay there, eyes tightly closed, controlling 
herself, the only evidence of her arousal, the deep flush on her lovely 
face and her telltale breathing.

Why doesn't she just let it out; he thought. Oh, hell, we can't prosy 
for miracles, and not wasting any more of his valuable time, Jack 
seized his hard, ready cock in one hand and scrambled between his 
wife's sleek, wide-spread thighs. He worked the swollen tip up an inch 
or two into Pam's tight vaginal opening and then, when he sensed the 
first part of the shaft was wet enough, slowly slid it the rest of the 
way up inside. As her hot slick tunnel closed around his throbbing 
penis, Jack couldn't help moaning. Well, one of as Is getting something 
out of this, he thought bitterly.

What he couldn't know is that, deep inside her body, Pam was 
experiencing a full range of sexual delight---right up to the point 
where it threatened to snap her iron control, and then she would clamp 
down, holding her reaction inside where it was safe. Behind her closed 
eyes she was in a dream-world of sensual ecstasy, her whole body 
thrilling to every movement of Jack's rigid cock inside her eagerly 
accepting cunt. A vague fear that if she let her tremendous inner 
response show on the outside, she would somehow be punished for it 
constantly, Pam held back from acceptance of the full possibilities of 
sex. She had orgasms, quiet orgasms that happened somewhere inside 
herself, in a vaguely defined area near her genitals, but it was a 
private thing that she kept to herself, afraid to let it show in the 
fear that it might be taken away from her. One was building now, a 
growing pressure that she knew how to defuse, so that instead of 
exploding the way it had done that first time when Jack had thrust his 
finger into her unexpecting vagina so long before, it would wash over 
her nerve ends in a controlled wave of pleasure. The closer to orgasm 
she got, the stiller her body became on the outside.

Raising himself up on stiffened arms, Jack stared down at his lovely 
wife. Christ, what's happening? he thought as she grew completely still 
beneath him. Did I do something to turn her off? Redoubling his 
efforts, he watched his long thick cock flashing in and out of Pam's 
cunt, moving the soft flesh with each hard stroke, wet and glistening 
with her hot inner juices, her soaked blonde pubic tendrils clinging 
wetly to the gleaming white shaft. I feel like I'm doing this all by 
myself, he thought bitterly.

An innate desire for power, the same force that drove him at work, made 
Jack want to force a reaction from his wife. He stared again at where 
his cock was burying itself rhythmically and, apparently, unavailingly 
in Pam's seemingly unresponsive cunt. Only her copiously flowing cuntal 
juices gave evidence that her body knew that he was there at all. 
Desperate, Jack suddenly tore his cock from Pam's vagina, and glared 
down at her sex-slippery loins.

Christ, she s so beautiful! he thought, his gaze lingering over her 
softly curved hips and thighs. He ran one hand lovingly over her fleshy 
outer pussy lips, slipping the edge of it inside the hot wet valley 
between, opening her inner depths to his gaze. He saw at once that 
Pam's normally button-like clitoris had swollen larger during their 
love-making and now stood up tremblingly, like a miniature penis.

I know what the hell she needs! Jack thought excitedly, and without any 
more hesitation he bent forward and buried his head between his wife's 
obediently open thighs, taking her erect clitoris between his lips and 
sucking hard on its tiny sensitive shaft.

There was one long moment when Pam made no response at all. She was far 
away, letting her husband's gratifyingly hard penis bring her closer 
and closer to inner orgasmic release. She was trembling on the edge, 
about to let herself drift away on a tide of inner bliss, when she felt 
Jack unaccountably jerk his cock out of her vagina She waited, 
confused, and then felt his hand probing uncomfortably hard at her 
genitals. Holding her breath, not wanting to break her mood of inner 
ecstasy, Pam said nothing, but a moment later she felt his bristly 
cheeks against the inside of her sensitive thighs and then something 
hot and wet was moving over her sex organs.

My God, he was licking and slavering at her genitals like an animal!

With a feeling of sudden revulsion, Pam reached down and tried to pry 
her husband's head from between her shuddering thighs.

"Stop it!" she shrieked in horror. "Oh, God, Jack ... don't!" She 
wrapped her fingers in his dark hair and tried to tug his head free, at 
the same time struggling to close her straining thighs.

Jack looked up in surprise. At first he had thought that Pam had 
accepted his new and bold advance when she made no immediate response. 
True, he'd never before gotten away with anything like this with her, 
but there was always a first time. Maybe she was growing up. When she 
began to struggle and cry out he thought she was reacting in passion 
and felt that he had at last unlocked the key to her sexuality. But 
quickly enough he realized she was begging him to stop, and her painful 
tugging at his hair left him little choice.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" he spluttered, his face 
glistening obscenely with her cunt-juices. Pam's eyes were wide and 
filled with horror.

"Oh, Jack ... How could you do such a horrible thing?" she managed to 
gasp.

"What do you mean horrible thing?" he demanded angrily. "Most girls 
would love to have their cunts eaten."

"I-It's disgusting!" Pam said with a shudder. "I-I think I'm going to 
be sick."

"Sick?" Jack said with sudden rage, humiliated by Pam's unexpected 
response. "You think you're going to be sick? Shit ... I'm the one who 
should be sick ... from the dead way you make love. It's like making 
love to a corpse ... Sometimes I feel like I'm jacking off ..." Insults 
that had been festering in him for months began to bubble up from his 
guts and he had to make a conscious effort to stop himself, knowing he 
was going too far. The stricken look on Pam's face quickly sobered him, 
and he fell silent, but he knew both he and Pam were far past the point 
of no return. He had said things to her that no woman could for give. 
He felt an overwhelming urge to get out of the bedroom and out of their 
goddamn new dream-house. He wanted to go to the office and to its 
endless conspiracies and counter-conspiracies, a world he knew much 
better than this hopeless attempt to understand his beautiful but 
fucked-up wife.

With a smothered curse he rolled off the bed and stalked into the 
bathroom. He barely took time to wash and shave, and when he came back 
into the bedroom, Pam was still lying where he had left her, staring 
blankly up at the ceiling. Thank God there are no tears, he told 
himself, but sensed it might have been less ominous if there were. Pam 
still hadn't moved when he finally strode from the room and left the 
house.

As soon as she heard the front door slam, Pam began to cry. She lay 
there for a half-hour, the tears streaming down her grief-distorted 
face. The open break had finally come, the one she had dreaded, and now 
their sexual differences lay out in the open, no longer a silent wall 
of misunderstanding, but naked and threatening, like an unexploded 
artillery shell.

Well, maybe Its better, she thought. Now at least we have something 
concrete to deal with. As she remembered what had happened, Pam began 
to get angry.

So he thinks I'm a corpse, she thought bitterly. Just because I don't 
want to make love the same way he does! With a shudder she thought back 
to what he hat tried to do to her. Ugh! Filthy! Revolting! Disgusting! 
she thought in revulsion. She knew that what he wanted was wrong ... 
depraved ... and how could he insist that she join him in such a 
disgusting act? She remembered how she had looked up in horror to find 
his head buried between her thighs and the horrible sounds as he licked 
and sucked at her violated genitals. And he'd had the gall to shout at 
her when he was the one who should have been ashamed!

Well, she'd show him! There would be no more sex from her until he 
begged her pardon!

Pam buried her deeper misgivings under this new resolve, but almost 
immediately a practical problem arose. What about herself? Wouldn't she 
be punishing herself, too, if she refused to make love? Despite the 
limitations on her outward sexual reactions, Pam had grown to love it. 
Since a year before their marriage, she and Jack had been making love 
regularly, although it had begun to happen less and less frequently in 
the last few months. This morning she had been really horny, she 
admitted to herself, and she was even hornier now, since Jack had 
cheated her of her orgasm with his disgusting behavior.

"I'll do it myself!" she said aloud with sudden resolution, and then 
stood, shocked by her own daring. Could she do it? Could she ... 
masturbate? The word frightened her. Wasn't it as bad as what Jack had 
tried to do to her this morning? Well, maybe not, she thought. After 
all, Jack puts his finger in me all the time. It's certainly better 
than ... and she shuddered as she thought of someone putting his mouth 
to a wet, hairy, quivering cunt.

And I can control it myself, Pam continued to think excitedly. I won't 
expect any more than I have to give! With these last thoughts Pam cut 
off the debate. She had made up her mind and she would stick by it!

Well, where do we start? she asked herself, and looked apprehensively 
down to where her tufted blonde pubic hair peeked out from between her 
thighs. Timidly she reached down with one hand and ran her finger the 
length of her vaginal slit. She felt an instant spasm of answering 
pleasure, but at the same time became aware that her pussy was still 
wet and slippery, not only with her own slick lubricants but also with 
Jack's saliva.

"Ugh," she said to herself and decided the first thing she would do was 
take a bath. Half-prude, half-libertine, the young housewife slid out 
of bed and headed for the bathroom. When she saw her husband's shaving 
equipment spread haphazardly over the sink where he had left it in his 
haste, she had to stifle a sob. But she vowed to go ahead with her 
plan, being far too young and headstrong to make the attempt to meet 
Jack half-way. She knew that she was right in her belief that certain 
kinds of sex were inexcusably wrong and there was no way she could 
coerce her mind into accepting them. She would persevere.

Pam ran a tub full of water, carefully keeping her mind away from what 
had happened this morning and what she intended to do. As soon as she 
got out of the bath she would ... There were no clear pictures in her 
mind of how one masturbated, but she would learn, and ... a look of 
hope came over her face.

Maybe she could teach herself to be more like Jack wanted. Less like a 
corpse.

Now that she had removed her aims further from the dangerous realms of 
self-gratification, the young blonde felt more at ease with her earlier 
decision. Yes, she would teach herself, learn to be less inhibited. 
Maybe by herself, with no one else involved, it would be easier.

Slipping into the water, Pam gratefully lay back and relaxed. How good 
the water feels, she thought. How sensuous. Letting the water lull her 
tensions, Pam gradually made herself become aware of her body. Her skin 
was warm, all except the tips of her breasts which jutted up above the 
water's surface. Without thinking, she blew on her nipples and the 
little pink buds instantly began to harden under the rush of cool air.

"Mmmm," Pam sighed and shivered with delight. Instantly her hands 
reached up and began to stroke her own breasts, paying particular 
attention to the quiveringly erect nipples, tweaking and rolling their 
pink hardness between her thumbs and forefingers. Pam found her eyes 
closing automatically and forced them back open, so she could see 
herself touching her own body. Totally absorbed in what she was doing, 
she forgot to be self-conscious, and found that watching what was 
happening added to her excitement.

As she stroked her breasts, her legs began to move in sympathy, 
writhing slowly under the water as the dreamy eyed young girl rubbed 
delight into her passionately swelling twin mounds. Slightly out of 
breath now, Pam began to rub her thighs together, trying to put 
pressure on her hidden pussy. But she kept slipping further down in the 
tub, and had to take her hands from her breasts to prop herself back up 
again.

Shall I do it now? she asked herself breathlessly. One hand was under 
the water, trailing undecidedly over her water-slippery thigh, only 
inches away from where her cunt wavered and shimmered through the 
shifting water.

With a groan of decision, Pam lay back in the tub, her head propped up 
on the edge. Parting her long, graceful legs, she eagerly ran one hand 
down the silky inside of one thigh until it was groping at the edge of 
her pussy. Holding her breath, Pam gently inserted the tip of one 
finger up into her waiting hungry slit and sought out her tiny clitoral 
button. She pressed hard.

Pam's head thudded back against the edge of the tub as a hot wave of 
lust shot through her loins, switched on by her probing finger. Her 
mouth opened, gasping for more air and for a moment Pam was unable to 
move, amazed at the intensity of the feeling she could wring from her 
own body.

Why? she thought in confusion. Why Is it so much stronger now? 
Anticipating her own reactions, Pam was able to short-circuit the 
automatic defenses that had always protected her from reacting too much 
to her husband's touch. Trusting herself, knowing that the whole 
operation was safe, under her own control, Pam continued to titillate 
her throbbingly erect clitoris, fingering delight into her body. She 
continued to lie back, her only outward reaction, sudden tremors 
convulsing her muscles from time to time when she touched a 
particularly sensitive place. 

She knew she could cum this way, just from her clitoris, but this, her 
first time, Pam wanted to feel her fingers in her vagina. Regretfully 
pulling her hand away from her almost painfully erect clitoris, Pam 
sought out her vaginal opening, clumsily at first, having trouble 
working her finger inside because the bath water was washing away her 
lubricating oils as fast as they collected. Finally she had her finger 
up inside, exploring her own inner terrain, fascinated by the muscular 
resilience of her vaginal passage. She tried to move her finger in and 
out, the way Jack's cock did, but it was hard for her to get the 
rhythm. Each time she tried, the answering ecstasy in her stretched 
pussy so confused and weakened her that she had to stop and catch her 
breath. 

And she began to wonder if she would be able to satisfy herself. 
Compared to Jack's thick cock, her finger was ridiculously small and 
thin. She wormed in another finger' and the added thickness stretched 
the vaginal opening gratifyingly, but try as she might, they were lust 
too short to reach far enough inside. The frustrated young wife was 
just about to admit defeat and go back go to pummeling her patiently 
waiting clitoris, when her eyes lit up.

Hanging from a bracket on the wall above the tub was some special soap 
that Jack used. It came on a stick---a long lumpy cylinder of smooth 
soap that looked for all the world like a battered penis.

Panting softly, Pam stared at the suddenly obscene object for several 
seconds. Only a few minutes before, the cautious young blonde would 
never have entertained the lurid intention that now dominated her mind. 
But by now she was so aroused from her unsuccessful finger-fucking that 
she was willing to try anything. Doubting that she could make herself 
cum with just her own fingers, and wanting, needing to cum, Pam 
impulsively reached up and took the long cylindrical stick of soap down 
from its peg.

Eagerly she plunged it underneath the water, watching it shimmer and 
change shape as it approached her gaping pussy-hole. Holding her 
breath, she maneuvered the blunt tip into her ready opening, and then, 
with a grunt, rammed it up Inside. The soap slid home effortlessly, 
becoming slippery as it melted, and in an instant Pam was completely 
impaled on its knobby shaft.

Staring stupidly down at the several inches of soap that still 
protruded from her suddenly filled cunt, it took Pam several seconds to 
realize fully what she'd done. God, I'm fucking myself with Jack's 
soap-stick! her mind screamed out. Is this any better than what I 
wouldn't let him do to me? She wanted to tear the obscene dildo from 
her vagina, but the very obscenity of what she was doing, the sight of 
that ugly inanimate object jutting lewdly back out of her wide-open 
cunt sent a shiver of pleasure up Pam's spine. How can there be 
anything wrong when I'm doing it to myself? she reasoned, and feeling 
how the long slippery shaft was stretching her open inside, she 
suddenly grabbed the handle and began to slither it in and out of her 
gaping cunt.

"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned quietly, the first sound she had ever 
remembered making when sexually aroused. For an instant she wondered if 
her battle to remain silent while the sailor painfully deflowered her 
had anything to do with it, but by then she didn't care. Bracing her 
feet against the end of the tub so that she wouldn't lose her balance, 
Pam seized the end of the stick with both hands and began to ram it in 
harder, stretching her vagina as much as she could, bringing herself to 
the threshold of pain and then backing off slightly. She experimented, 
twisting the long slippery soap her sideways, rotating it, tantalizing 
herself by holding the greasy dildo poised, right at the opening to her 
obscenely delighted cunt, making her quaking insides wait, and then 
ramming it suddenly up inside as far as it would go.

She tried to watch its every move as it slithered in and out of her 
wildly reacting pussy, but as her motion increased and the soap melted, 
the whole lower part of her body became lost in a lather of soap 
bubbles.

"Ah, well, cleanliness is next to Godliness," she managed to choke out 
just before she came. She could actually feel her orgasm starting, 
located somewhere far up inside, near where the end of the soap-stick 
pounded against the tight opening to her womb. She hung on the edge, 
and she knew that with the right effort she could change the impending 
explosion to the same safe, mild, satisfying inner release that she 
permitted herself with Jack.

But with a choked moan she gripped the soap stick hard and rammed it as 
far up inside as it would go, puncturing the edge of her orgasm, 
letting it loose to ravage her suddenly helpless body. Holding tight to 
the slippery shaft, Pam held it inside while her legs kicked out 
spasmodically and her back arched, throwing her head back so that the 
tendons in her neck stood out like cables. She made no sound other than 
a choking rattle deep in her throat. Her stomach muscles stood out in a 
hard ridge-line, tight drawn, as an awesome battle raged far up inside 
the amazed young blonde's shuddering belly. The slippery evidence of 
her orgasmic upheaval began to join the soap suds on the surface of the 
water as her cuntal muscles spasmed rhythmically, expelling her inner 
juices.

Pam hung for a moment, every nerve and muscle straining, and then 
collapsed back into the water---limp---her orgasm over. Nervously her 
hands fell away from her body, trying to prop herself up, but for a few 
seconds she was too stunned to move.

My God! she thought, I never knew it could be like that!

It wasn't until she tried to stand up in the tub that Pam remembered 
that the soap stick was still embedded in her cunt. Blushing with 
embarrassment, she slowly drew it out, feeling her vagina contract in 
one last gentle spasm as the long slender instrument slid tantalizingly 
over its tender inner surface. Now that it was over, Pam was ashamed of 
what she had done, imagining how she would have looked to someone else, 
lost in her shameless passion as she rammed an unfeeling length of 
slippery soap in and out of her own vagina.

But, God, it felt good! she thought, and wondered what it was that kept 
her from feeling that way with Jack. She knew that that was what he 
expected, but when she tried to visualize herself, abandoned to such 
ultimate passion at the hands of her husband, or of anyone else, she 
felt a familiar queasiness in the pit of her stomach. No, this had 
worked out so well today because she was alone. She'd never be able to 
let another person see her display such shameless passion. It just 
didn't seem right. Why couldn't Jack accept her the way she was, Pam 
thought unhappily as she slowly toweled herself dry, careful to keep 
her hands away from her satiated genitals.

*  *  *

Jack's temper was still smoldering when he reached the office, but he 
reined it in sharply as soon as he went in the door. Don't want to make 
a bad impression, he thought, instantly on his guard as he always was, 
here in the battleground. He smiled at the receptionist, smiled at his 
secretary, and even smiled at Harry Steers, whom he hated and feared. 
Harry was his main competition for the promotion to vice-president. 
Ducking into his private office he sat at his desk and tried to get his 
thoughts under control.

What the hell's the matter with that girl? he thought. With resentment 
he remembered how she had pushed him away in the morning, and called 
him disgusting. He doubted that Anna Collins would think him disgusting 
if he ate her pussy. She looked like she was ready for anything.

Anna! he thought excitedly. Maybe she'll come in looking for work 
today! How easy it was to forget his troubles with Pam by thinking 
about Anna. He was sure from the way she had looked at him last night 
that she was available. And he wanted her! Jack spent several seconds 
imagining what it would be like to make love to Anna, and what she 
would look like naked, sprawled out on a bed, her legs spread 
invitingly open, waiting for him ...

But what about Pam? Pam was still his wife. When Jack had first decided 
to marry her, back in college, he'd done so for many reasons. She was 
beautiful, of course, and they loved one another, whatever that was, 
but most of all, Jack had seen Pam as an investment, a necessary 
adjunct to further his career. With her looks and her good breeding and 
her quiet manner, she would be just the kind of wife that would impress 
both employers and clients. She had seemed docile enough so that he 
would never have trouble getting her to do what he wanted, or so it 
seemed then. For the past several months she had been displaying an 
irritating independence that Jack interpreted as obstructionism. And 
now, this miserable sex mess!

Jack was angry at himself that he should be bothered by Pam's inability 
to respond adequately to his sexual desires. He should be above that 
kind of thing, he thought, but there it was. Every time he saw her 
marvelous naked body, something seemed to snap in him and he wanted to 
possess her, dominate her, wallow in her lovely nude flesh!

It irritated Jack to admit he was human, but there was no use in 
denying his need for sex. Still, if the situation with Pam didn't 
improve, their marriage might be in trouble, and that would be a 
disaster. J.B. didn't approve of divorce, and if he and Pam split up, 
he could kiss the vice-presidency good-bye. And Pam, too. She mattered 
to him, as much as anyone could.

Bat maybe there's a way out, he mused. Anna Collins! If he were to have 
an affair with her, then maybe everything would be all right. With Anna 
to satisfy his sexual needs, not only would he feel less tense, but the 
pressure would be off Pam, too ... as long as she never found out.

Automatically Jack began to wonder how much Anna would cost. To him, 
everything and everyone had its price, and he preferred it that way. If 
you paid, then you had control over what you were getting, and Jack 
always felt helpless unless he had control. Anna might cost money or 
she might cost other things---less tangible---such as demanding 
affection or too much of his valuable time. Jack hoped she would opt 
for money. Or maybe she'd even settle for his getting her a job!

Jack was in a much better mood by the time he came out of his office. 
He walked into the outer office carrying some papers. He had no idea 
what was on them, but it was one of his rules to always have something 
in his hand around the office, then, no matter whether he was fucking 
off or not, it at least looked like he was doing something. Jack was a 
master of office guerrilla warfare, which had been the main reason for 
his rapid advancement.

Jack had come out of his office for a reason. It was eight-thirty, and 
every day, exactly at eight-thirty, J.B., the boss, came in the front 
door. Jack liked to be the first one to greet him. As usual, he was 
exactly on time, a little man, in his late-sixties, dried up, with a 
sour, shriveled face. He carried his inevitable brown paper bag, which 
always contained the same thing---an egg-salad sandwich he'd made 
himself and a package of potato chips. J.B. was a miser, and never 
spent a nickel he didn't have to.

Old bastard must be worth at least ten million bucks, Jack thought 
sarcastically, looking at the paper bag. If I had his money, it'd be 
caviar and champagne for lunch every day. Aloud he said ... "Good 
morning, J.B., have a good trip in?" J.B. rode the bus. Not bothering 
to reply to Jack's greeting, the little man immediately launched into a 
violent attack on the public transportation system, seeming to forget 
that a few months before he'd just as bitterly used all his 
considerable influence with local government to help defeat a proposed 
tax on business to improve the local bus service.

Jack despised ].B., but his manner never betrayed it. He was attentive 
to the little man, flattering him when he thought that that was what he 
wanted, and on rare occasions disagreeing with him when he suspected 
that J.B. wasn't too sure about something and wanted his mind changed. 
He had come to view Jack as a bright young man of independence and 
character who shared the right views---his views. Jack felt that as 
long as he could keep his boss thinking that way, his future in the 
company was assured, and he spent as much energy researching the little 
tyrant's moods, prejudices and needs as he spent actually doing his 
job. It paid off much better than hard work.

"Phone call for you, Mr. Hollister," his secretary said. Jack excused 
himself and went to answer the phone.

"Hello, Jack," Anna Collins' throaty purr buzzed from the receiver. 
Jack felt his blood boil at the way she had said his name. He knew be 
hadn't been imagining things last night!

"Hi, Anna, what can I do for you?"

"You don't know? Don't tell me you've already forgotten the job you and 
Max were talking about."

"Of course I remember," Jack responded with a laugh. "But I thought you 
were going to come to the office."

"I am, but I thought I'd better get an appointment first. Max said you 
looked like a busy man."

"Not too busy for you, Anna. Why don't you come in, say ..." he looked 
down at his desk calendar to see when he was free, "... about eleven 
o'clock. Or make it eleven-forty-five, and we can have lunch."

"Fine, I'll be there, but I might as well warn you ... I have a big 
appetite."

"I thought you might," he said, making his voice suggestive. "You 
strike me as the kind of girl it would take a lot to satisfy.

"Oh, how nice," she said with a sultry laugh. "We've only just met and 
you're already beginning to understand me."

When Jack put the phone down, he was surprised to find that his hands 
were wet with perspiration. God, that woman blows my mind ... even over 
the phone! he thought shakily. It all looked like it was going to be 
easy, maybe too easy. He wasn't used to ripe plums like Anna falling 
into his lap without a lot of hard scheming and plotting. There was 
something strange here.

For one thing, what the hell was Max to Anna? Jack hadn't bought that 
bit about Max being her uncle ... no, that was a lie. But why? They 
were undoubtedly fucking---Jack could tell by the way they looked at 
one another. Not like lovers, to be sure---there was a lot of bad 
feeling between the two---but like a man and woman who knew one 
another's bodies.

Sure, that s it! Jack thought in triumph. The old bastard's keeping her 
and he can't get it up often enough. She's horny, and she knows where 
to come to get it! Smugly, Jack settled for his ego-building answer, 
conveniently forgetting that it was Max who had first asked about the 
job for Anna.

Jack jittered away the rest of the morning, impatiently waiting for 
Anna to show up. He knew that at eleven-thirty the boss shut himself up 
in his office to eat his meager lunch alone. Jack didn't want him to 
see Anna, not before she was hired. J.B. was, on the surface, a vicious 
prude. Jack knew he would have to warn Anna about what she could wear 
in front of the old man. He railed and ranted about the deteriorating 
morals of the younger generation, and more than one surprised girl had 
been fired on the spot for coming to work in what J.B. thought was 
indecorous attire. The same held true for the male employees. Even the 
slightest suspicion of scandal, and they were out the door. It had been 
discovered that one compromising young account executive had spent the 
entire night at a girl's apartment, and he was fired.

But there were other reasons why Jack didn't want the boss to see Anna 
until he had installed her in a safe niche. Like most other violently 
vocal pillars of rectitude, J.B. was a hypocrite. He used his 
fulmination's to cover up, partly to himself, the fact that he was a 
lecher of the lowest order. His desk drawers bulged with pornographic 
pictures---Jack had found them one day when the boss was out of the 
office and had forgotten to lock his door. And it was fairly common 
knowledge among the higher staff members that the old man regularly 
used the still-attractive body of Jack Holme's wife. Jack was the 
senior vice-president, and no one doubted what kept him in that 
position. If J.B. got a good look at Anna too early in the game, then 
Jack would be pushed right out of the picture.

But, he thought, if he played his cards right, Anna might be of use to 
him right there in the office. If she and he got it on, and reached the 
right kind of understanding, then he wouldn't care if the old man got 
to her. In fact, Anna might be invaluable to him, bringing him 
privileged bedroom information, right from the old goat's mouth. He 
doubted if J.B. could get it up often enough to seriously cut into his 
time with Anna. And maybe between them, they might get that nasty old 
fart over a barrel and both make the big time.

I'm counting my chickens a little too early, Jack warned himself. Shit, 
maybe she does only want a job! But he doubted it. There hadn't been 
much doubt about her approach to him so far.

At eleven-forty-five, Jack walked out the door and met Anna coming in. 
"I'm starved," he said, not giving her a chance to go in. "Let's eat."

He took her to a discrete little restaurant, dimly lit, with secluded 
booths that made it unlikely that they'd be seen together, not because 
it was strictly necessary, but because Jack wanted Anna to get into the 
habit. If everything went well, they'd have a lot of times like this 
together, and there were people, like Pam and the boss ... and that 
fucking Harry Steers, who must never know. Shit ... Harry would run 
straight to J.B.

The lunch went like a dream. Anna kept her eyes fastened insolently on 
Jack, and to his chagrin, he began to get an erection as he stared back 
at her lush dark beauty. He was glad that the restaurant was dark.

How different she is from Pam, he thought excitedly, comparing her 
smoky, sultry loveliness with his wife's bright golden beauty. What a 
lucky man, I'd be to be fucking the both of them, he thought in awe. 
Too bad I'd never be able to get them in the some bed together. What a 
circus that would be.

"My department budget permits me to hire another girl," Jack explained 
to Anna when they had finished eating. "The pay's not the best in the 
world but then, you won't kill yourself working, either." He let his 
voice grow more confidential. "And there may be little extras coming 
your way from time to time ... like good dinners, for instance."

For Christ's sake, this guy is incredible! Anna thought in amusement. 
He's used to dealing with dumb little blondes right out of high school. 
Her earlier interest in Jack began to change into a mild contempt. 
She'd met his kind before; cold young men on the way up, engrossed with 
themselves and their all-important careers, never imagining that there 
might be other people who couldn't be bought by the cheap trinkets they 
offered. This boy's a real amateur, she said to herself, but he's got a 
good body.

Yes, she'd do what Max had ordered her to---she hardly had a choice, 
anyhow---and she might as well enjoy herself on the road. She'd make 
sure this young moral zero gave her the kind of fucking she hadn't had 
for a long time. Anna mentality wrinkled her nose as she thought about 
the short, sharp, and brutal fuckings she got from Max. He'd been a lot 
better at first, but was now obviously bored with her. He just used her 
as an instrument to work off his need to hurt.

Anna liked people but she had no illusions as to the kind of human 
relations that went on in big business and big government. There was a 
whole breed of eager young executives who'd walk over their grandmother 
to gain the power and influence they craved, and she was having lunch 
with one now. She felt sorry for his wife.

But Anna played her part well. Knowing what she had to do, and hating 
it, she threw enough half-veiled sex-signals to Jack to rattle him for 
the rest of the day. Sensing Jack's ever-increasing desire to make love 
to her, Anna put him off, turning down an invitation to dinner that 
night. She knew if she played him long enough, he would be eating out 
of her hand in no time. That might be valuable to her in case of a 
confrontation with Max. Allies, even allies bought with sex, could 
sometimes make the difference between defeat and survival.

So Jack went back to the office, faintly uncomfortable, vaguely 
realizing that somewhere in the course of the meal he'd lost the 
initiative with Anna. His instincts told him to forget about her, that 
he was putting himself in the way of a forceful personality he couldn't 
control, but at the same time, the image of Anna's twin rounded 
hemispheres of lush breast, spilling out of her low-cut dress, burned 
in his brain, inflaming his nerves and filling his whole being with 
lust. He knew she was going to sleep with him---they'd all but arranged 
it at lunch. Only the place and time remained to be filled in and, by 
God, he'd do it!

Damn the consequences.

Anna took her time getting home. Max didn't let her out of the house by 
herself very often, so she amused herself window-shopping and leisurely 
studying the people on the busy streets.

How different life could be! she thought bitterly as she watched a 
young woman walking breezily down the street, humming happily to 
herself, obviously her own mistress, free to go where she wanted to and 
associate with whom she wished. Anna stopped before a travel office and 
stared for a long time at the brightly colored posters, advertising 
trips to the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, Europe, South America. She 
had traveled when she was younger, just out of school, and had loved 
it. For more than three years she had lived and worked overseas, 
immersing herself in alien customs and languages, thrilling to that 
peculiar type of freedom that comes from being a foreigner in other 
peoples' lands, free of their native cares and obligations, but able to 
enjoy the best that land can offer.

God, I'd love to go back! she thought in near despair. But I'm a slave, 
a slave in late-twentieth-century America, a slave to that miserable 
bastard, Max Flaherty!

It had happened almost a year ago. She had been to visit her father, 
and found him in an angry shouting match with a man she had never seen 
before---Max Flaherty. The man left and the incident had faded from her 
mind. Then one day Max had showed up at her apartment saying he had a 
proposition for her. He made it short and simple. He told her he had 
enough on her father to hang him, not figuratively but literally. He 
showed her papers and documents that connected her father to an old 
crime, a murder that had taken place nearly twenty years before. He'd 
turn her father over to the police, unless ...

Ten minutes later, after futilely pleading for him to change his mind 
and leave her and her father alone, Anna was lying naked under Max's 
heavy sweating body while he brutally fucked her.

And, of course, it didn't stop with that one time. He came back again 
and again, and every time that Anna submitted to him, the next time 
came easier. Finally, he had ordered her to move into a house with him, 
the one they were living in now. Anna was glad that they were half-way 
across the country from her own home. She was horrified at the thought 
of her father finding out she was with Max. She knew he'd demand that 
she stop it, and even go to the authorities and turn himself in, if 
that would free her of Max.

Anna loved her father---he was all she'd ever had since her mother died 
when Anna was still a baby. She never told him she knew about the 
murder in his past---she knew he would be ashamed before her from then 
on. So she stayed with Max, putting up with his crudities, letting him 
use her body as he wanted to, and hoping that somehow the whole 
nightmare would go away.

Max had money, and she had to admit that for the most part, her life 
was physically comfortable. And sometimes he was even good to her, in 
his own way, including her in his brutal sense of humor, treating her 
as a confidante.

But he had clearly begun to grow tired of her a couple of months 
before. That was what Anna had hoped for, trusting that he would 
eventually throw her out, bored with the ease with which he could claim 
her body and the lack of any genuine participation on her part. But now 
she was sickened by what he wanted her to do---to use her as an entree 
into Pam Hollister's bed. Clearly, even if he was bored with her, he 
wasn't about to let her go. Slaves were hard to come by nowadays, and 
she knew she'd be used until there was nothing of her left.

Despair had made Anna bitter by the time she walked back in the door of 
Max's house.

"Where the fuck you been?" he demanded angrily, glancing at his watch. 
"I told you, no fucking around with that young punk until I give the 
word."

"For Christ's sake, get off my back, Max," she snapped back. "We 
haven't even been holding hands. I'll do your fucking dirty work for 
you, but I don't want to catch shit for it every ten minutes."

"Well, well, aren't we independent," Max said in mock surprise. "Don't 
tell me the troops are about to revolt!"

Anna tensed. When Max seemed the most pleasant he was often at his 
deadliest. "Okay, now what happened? Did you get the job ?"

"Of course," Anna said tiredly. "He was too busy staring at my tits to 
think of saying no."

"I get the impression you don't like him."

"If there was something to like, I might. He's good-looking enough. But 
there's nothing under that neat, clean exterior but pure greed."

"Good, they're the easiest kind," Max said with a laugh. "And when do 
you think the mating will take place?"

Anna flinched at the cavalier way that Max was disposing of her body. 
Just like a slave, she thought. "He says there's going to be a big 
company party in about two or three days. That sounds like the best 
time. People go a little out of their heads at those things."

"You've done a good job, Anna," Max said good-humoredly. "You deserve a 
reward."

"The only reward I want is a way out of this mess," Anna snapped.

"Maybe you'll get it," Max replied.

"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly wary.

"If you keep playing ball with me, I might let you go. What would you 
say to my giving you that evidence I have against dear old Dad?"

"You've said that before," Anna said bitterly. "Are you playing with me 
again, because if you are ...

"You'll never know for sure, will you?" Max said with an evil grin. 
"But you can't take the chance. I promise you, some day you'll bore me 
so much I'll toss all those incriminating documents in your lap, and 
you can split. You can count on that---you just don't know when. So you 
keep playing ball with old Max, and everything'll turn out ale right."

Does he mean it? Anna agonized. Is this just another of his sadistic 
games? Hatred boiled up in Anna's heart. Someday he'll go too far, and 
then ... Some of her hatred spilled over onto her father, and Anna was 
filled with a bitter resentment that an act of his could have put her 
in this predicament. Maybe she should face him, have it out, but she 
was afraid. Afraid of how she would hurt him, and afraid that he might 
do something desperate to free her that would end up with his own 
destruction.

"Okay, Max," she said tiredly. "You hold all the cards ... for now. 
I'll keep dancing to your music."

"Atta girl," Max chortled. "But just to make sure you mean it, I'm 
gonna test you."

Oh, Christ, now what? Anna thought apprehensively as she watched Max go 
to the far side of the room and sit in a chair.

"Okay, baby, take off your clothes," Max ordered good-naturedly.

"Don't you have any imagination, Max," Anna asked disgustedly. She 
began to strip off her dress, trying to put as little seductiveness 
into it as possible. She'd be damned if she'd give Max any kicks she 
didn't have to. Her clothes came off easily---she wasn't wearing many. 
The light summer dress went first, the one that Jack Hollister had been 
so eagerly staring down. Underneath it she was wearing only a bra, 
panties, and long sheer stockings held up by a garter belt. She took 
off the bra and her large, shapely breasts swung free, the nipples 
hardening slightly as soon as the cooler air touched them. To her 
disgust she saw that Max was massaging his big cock into hardness 
through the material of his pants while lecherously watching her 
undress. She was bending down to take off her garter belt when he 
stopped her.

"No, leave it on," he ordered. "Just unhook it so you can take off your 
panties, and then snap it back up again." Anna hesitated, and then 
shrugged. Well, it takes all kinds, she thought. She did as he asked, 
and a few moments later was standing dressed only in her garter belt 
and stockings. Her curly brown pubic hair showed obscenely underneath 
the elastic and straps of the garter belt, and she felt more naked than 
if she'd taken everything off.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, downright nice," Max murmured. Anna could see that his 
awakening penis had formed a huge bulge in his pants. Max saw where she 
was looking and smiled. "Glad you noticed that, Anna, because you're 
gonna suck it off."

Anna flinched when she heard this. She'd sucked cock lots of times in 
her experience-packed life, and loved it---anybody but Max's. She 
loathed the ultimate humiliation of having her hated tormentor shoot 
his searing hot load of sperm into her mouth.

But what choice did she have? Like he said, if she were nice to him, 
maybe he'd give her back those documents. She started to walk across 
the room to get it over with.

"Hold it!" Max said sharply. She stopped, confused.

"I want you to crawl over to me ... on your hands and knees," he said 
with a sneer.

"Max, you can go fuck yourself," she snapped back.

"SHADDUP!" he roared suddenly. "That's just the attitude we have to do 
something about. Now, you gave me a lot of lip last night, and a lot of 
lip when you came home this afternoon. We gotta purge that fucking 
pride out of you ... give you a dose of Christian humility. So, down on 
your knees ... NOW ... and get your ass over here!"

Anna hesitated, hating him, but then sullenly knelt down and started to 
walk over to Max on her knees.

"No!" he ordered. "Crawl!"

Getting down on all fours, Anna crawled over to Max, stopping when her 
head was even with his knees. He parted them into a big vee.

"Right up to my cock," he ordered.

She moved in between his knees until her face was only inches away from 
the awesome bulge in his pants.

"Okay, wise-ass cunt. Unzip my pants and fish it out.

Her cheeks burning with shame and rage, Anna raised one hand and 
quickly opened Max's fly. Reaching in, she fumbled through his shorts 
until her hand made contact with his naked cock beneath. My God, it's 
hot! she thought as she began to tug it out through the narrow opening 
in his pants.

"Ow, take it easy!" Max growled. "You're gonna bust the damn thing in 
two." A moment later his huge organ had burst free of the confining 
material and lay in her hand, thrusting obscenely up from his loins, 
surrounded by a frieze of his bristling pubic hair.

"Pump on it awhile," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse now that her 
hand was wrapped around his eagerly throbbing organ. Anna began to 
slide the heavy outer skin up and down the iron-hard core, with little 
interest at first, but then more and more quickly as she saw his 
disapproving look.

"Oh, Christ!" he moaned. "I feel like I'm gonna pop my nuts already. 
Slow down for a minute."

Anna bit her lips in irritation. Too bad the big pig hadn't shot off in 
her hand. It was a lot better than in her mouth. He was close. His 
mammoth rod throbbed hotly against her palm, and a single shining drop 
of sperm glistened at the swollen tip. Max saw it, too.

"Lick it off," he ordered gleefully. "Wipe me clean with your tongue."

Distastefully, Anna leaned forward and slithered her tongue across the 
empurpled tip of Max's cock. Instantly her senses were flooded with the 
salty tang of hot sperm. Seeing that Max was relaxed, enjoying her 
debasement, she suddenly shot out her tongue again and stabbed it 
sharply into the tender little opening on the end, trying to make him 
cum.

"Aaaaggghhh," Max moaned loudly, at the same time violently pushing her 
away from his twitching organ. "I said take it easy for a minute!" he 
yelled.

"Just trying to make it good for you, boss," she said sweetly, a hard 
glitter in her eyes. It took Max a moment to get himself back under 
control.

"Okay, baby, it's ready. Take it in your mouth and suck it!" He leaned 
back in the chair, his huge fleshy stalk standing above his body like 
an evil weed.

Steeling herself, Anna leaned her head forward and placed her mouth on 
the great organ. God, I forgot how big the damn thing is, she thought 
in consternation. How will I get it all in my mouth? She opened her 
lips as wide as she could, stretching them painfully as she slipped 
them over the huge mushroom-shaped head. She began to suck immediately, 
to take her mind off the obscene picture she must make with this 
monstrous male penis jutting disgustingly from her face.

"Oh, baby, you're getting the idea, but put the whole thing in your 
mouth, not just the tip!" To illustrate his point, Max reached forward 
and, tangling his hands in her thick dark hair, pulled her head 
downward while at the same time he thrust his loins up hard, ramming 
his thick stalk brutally into her surprised face.

Anna started to gag as she felt the end of Max's swollen organ invade 
the back of her oral cavity. She struggled for control, afraid that she 
might strangle, and found to her relief that she could take the whole 
hot throbbing cock into her mouth if she half-swallowed it.

"Okay, baby, now suck it as if your life depended on it," Max said. 
Still holding her by the hair, he began to force her mouth up and down 
on his meaty shaft while he fucked his hairy loins up into her face.

And Anna began to suck in earnest, wanting to get it over with, wanting 
to make this disgusting man cum, even if it was into her own mouth. Her 
well-trained throat muscles took over, opening to admit Max's thrusting 
penis in to the hilt, and then closing behind it as her tongue locked 
avidly around the slithering shaft. She forgot for the moment who it 
was below her, forcing her into this humiliating and degrading act, and 
did her best to bring the hot sperm boiling up from the hairy balls 
still hidden inside his pants.

Max looked down in delight as Anna slaved over his sensation-filled 
cock. Her heavy dark hair fell forward around her lovely face so that 
at times all he could see was the white shaft of his aching cock 
disappearing into a shining brown nimbus. He jerked her hair back, 
wanting to see the expression on her face, delightedly searching for 
the signs of hate and rebellion he loved to see there. But her face was 
blank, without feeling. Her eyes stared glassily down the length of his 
throbbing fleshy staff, and her cheeks hollowed and filled mechanically 
as she sucked. With a snarl, Max rammed Anna's beautiful head down on 
his cock, wanting to hurt her, but she took it easily, used to his 
enormous presence in her mouth by now.

"Okay, bitch, suck harder," he snarled, trying to bait her with his 
words. "Who taught you to suck cock, your grandmother? Put some soul 
into it!" He let go of her hair with one hand and, reaching down 
beneath her naked kneeling body, seized one of her lush, magnificent 
breasts in his fingers, mauling it cruelly. Anna automatically twisted 
away from the pain, but she kept on sucking, harder and harder, knowing 
that it would be over in a moment. Already she could feel Max's cock 
swelling larger and larger in her mouth as his orgasm neared.

To make him cum faster, she reached inside his pants and, cradling his 
drum-tight balls in her hand, began to squeeze them rhythmically, at 
the same time dragging her nails tantalizingly lower down, near his 
tightly clenched anus.

That did it! "OH, YOU FUCKING BITCH ... I'M GUMMING!" he bellowed. 
"SUCK EVERY LAST DROP DOWN INTO YOUR BELLY, OR SO HELP ME ..." His 
voice shut off in a strangled cry as the first hot rush of semen burned 
its way up from his testicles below, and shot the entire shuddering 
length of his monstrously swollen penis. His head fell back helplessly 
and his fingers went rigid in Anna's hair, clamping her head tightly to 
his spouting loins.

Anna felt Max's ready organ begin jerking in her avidly sucking mouth 
and barely had time to prepare herself before the first choking rush of 
sperm gushed into her straining mouth. She swallowed madly, trying to 
clear her throat of the sticky hot liquid before she choked, but there 
was too much. A thick stream of it gushed obscenely out from where her 
tightly ovaled lips were locked around the thick hair-strewn base of 
the twitching member. With loathing she felt the slippery spicy fluid 
sliding down her throat and into her stomach, but there was nothing 
else she could do. Max's powerful hands in her hair held her 
imprisoned, and it was either swallow or strangle.

Finally the last few jets of cum had spouted from Max's hard hot organ 
and it was beginning to shrink in her mouth. He made no resistance when 
she drew hack her head and the rapidly diminishing cock slithered wetly 
from her cum-smeared lips and flopped soddenly onto his pants leg. Anna 
knelt, trying to get her breath, a long string of milky-white cum 
dangling from her chin. Seeing Max leering at her, she quickly brushed 
it away, and then, with a look of revulsion, got quickly to her feet 
and started toward the bathroom.

"Hey, cunt, I want you to crawl out of here on your hands and knees!" 
Max crowed after her. "Like the bitch you are!"

"Go fuck yourself," she muttered, the words coming thickly from her 
semen-clogged throat.



Chapter 3


"This could be it, honey ... tonight could be it," Jack Hollister said 
nervously, clutching the wheel tightly with both hands. He and Pam were 
on their way to the annual company party.

"Why tonight?" Pam asked. Jack could barely make out her features as 
she stared bemusedly out the windshield into the lights of approaching 
cars. She was as far over on her own side of the seat as she could get.

"It's got to be tonight!" Jack said explosively. "Old Carstairs retires 
tomorrow and the vice-presidency will be open. J.B. hates to have any 
loose ends around the office. And besides," he added more thoughtfully, 
"he likes to drop bombshells at these parties. It'll either be me or 
Harry Steers. The old bastard would get a kick out of making the 
announcement and then watch the loser trying to keep a poker face in 
front of the whole staff."

"If you think your boss is such a horrible man, why do you work for 
him?" Pam asked quietly.

"They're all that way," Jack said bitterly. "Every financial company in 
town is run by some narrow bastard who clawed his way up over a pile of 
bodies and then likes to step on the fingers of anybody else who tries 
to make it over the top."

"And thinking that way, you still want to work in such a business?" Pam 
asked. "What makes you think you would turn cut any different than 
J.B.?"

Jack turned sharply, trying to make out the expression on Pam's face. 
Was there contempt there? What kind of questions were these, from a 
wife?

"Look, baby, I don't make the rules. It just happens to be the only 
game in town, and if we want to live a decent life, we have to play 
it!"

"Look out!" Pam said apprehensively.

Jack jerked the wheel to one side just in time to miss an oncoming car. 
The angry wail of a horn faded away behind them. Jack muttered a curse 
and stared bleakly out the windshield. Why, on a night as important as 
this one, did Pam have to start being difficult? She'd been a stranger 
ever since they moved into the new house. He supposed it had something 
to do with that miserable scene the other morning. They hadn't made 
love since then. On top of everything else, I'm as horny as hell, Jack 
thought with irritation. Cut off at home, he'd been trying to get Anna 
to go out to dinner with him, hinting broadly at a long evening 
together, but she'd kept putting him off. All day long he had to look 
hungrily at her fabulous body around the office without getting a 
chance to touch her.

"Okay, look, honey," he said wearily. "All I can say is that a lot 
hangs on tonight, so try and be nice to J.B. He likes you."

Pam repressed a slight shudder. She'd only met her husband's boss a 
couple of times before, and the way he stared at her body made her 
flesh crawl. He looks so mock like a dried-up monkey, she thought, 
hardly daring to imagine what he would look like naked. He quite 
obviously liked to imagine what she would look like naked!

*  *  *

The party was being held at the huge, rambling house that J.B. had 
inherited from a relative. There was a rumor that the old man had 
gotten the relative over a barrel in a financial deal and then squeezed 
the property out of him. It was in character, but no one knew for sure. 
The house was dark and gloomy, as if it had been designed to suit its 
present owner. But it had a huge drawing room, which could easily hold 
all the office staff. Jack pulled up into the broad driveway and 
parked. There were already several cars there.

When he and Pam went in, the first person he saw was Anna. He had known 
she was going to be there, but it was still a slight shock to suddenly 
have her in the same room as his wife. For the past few days he'd been 
thinking of her as part of a personal world, secret from Pam. He was 
still a little embarrassed to see Pam's face light up when she saw 
Anna. Did his wife know he intended to make love to her friend?

The three of them went the rest of the way in together, the two women 
talking animatedly while Jack plodded silently beside them, apparently 
all but forgotten. How come they like each other so much? he asked 
himself. They should be deadly enemies. They were still together when 
J.B. came into the room. The little man's eyes glittered with interest 
as he stared at the two lovely women with Jack. He actually licked his 
lips before walking, in his nervous jerky way, up to them.

"Well, Hollister," he said in his raspy voice, "I see you're enriching 
our party in the most delightful way." He was so short that he seemed 
to be staring straight into Pam's lush rounded breasts. In fact, for 
several seconds he didn't take his eyes from their enticing contours. 
Pam started to blush and in a moment her face was bright red.

"And who are you?" he asked Anna, switching his pop-eyed stare to her 
breasts which, if anything, were even slightly larger than Pam's

"I work for you," she said.

"Oh, indeed!" J.B. cast an inquiring glance at Jack. It was his turn to 
blush. For the past few days he had been careful to keep Anna out of 
the old man's way. He still wanted to get to her first.

"This is Anna Collins, J.B. She just started a couple of days ago."

"Well, well, a successful attempt to make the office a more beautiful 
place," the old man beamed, not aware of Anna's annoyed reaction.

Hey, you old bastard! she thought. I'm not a piece of furniture. I'm a 
woman, a person! But on the surface she smiled. Play the game, she told 
herself. Play it all the way.

"Hollister," J.B. said, putting one arm around Jack's shoulder, and at 
the same time taking the liberty to do the same with Pam, he started to 
walk them toward a table loaded with a glittering array of bottles and 
glasses. Despite his tightness, the old man loved good liquor and never 
stinted in that department. "Hollister," he said again. "I like you. 
You have a great future with our company." Jack felt his heart begin to 
hammer. Was this going to lee it? he wondered. Was J.B. going to make 
the announcement now that he was to be the new vice-president?

But it wasn't going to be that easy. J.B. went on talking in the same 
general vein, but saying nothing definite. His arm around Pam's 
shoulder had slipped down to her waist, and his hand was comfortably 
near the base of her breast. She wiggled nervously. J.B. kept casting 
glances over toward Anna, as if he wished he had an extra arm for her, 
too. She stood, a few feet away, watching the clumsily joined trio, an 
enigmatic half-smile on her lovely face.

Pam had a chance to free herself from J.B.'s unwanted embrace when he 
offered to make them some drinks. She shuddered, feeling as if a toad 
had been crawling on her body where J.B. had touched her. Her dress was 
low in the back and his clammy, bony hand had trailed across her bare 
flesh. When J.B. came up to her again, she deftly moved away when he 
once again tried to touch her. His narrow sunken face clouded, but he 
quickly regained control. Stiffly, he turned around and began to talk 
to Anna.

"For God's sake!" Jack whispered to Pam, dragging her out of earshot of 
the boss. "Can't you be a little friendlier with J.B.? He's trying to 
be nice to you." Pam listened in open-mouthed wonder to her husband's 
words.

"You mean you want ...?" she spluttered, but Jack shushed her as J.B. 
came up to them.

"You certainly make a lovely couple," he said with one of his humorless 
smiles. "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know your wife, 
Hollister, but I think that's a situation that will soon be remedied. I 
have plans for you, my boy. Plans that will demand that we see a lot 
more of one another socially." He paused to see if his words had taken 
effect. They had. Jack's face was tense with strain, waiting for the 
magic words that would give him what he wanted most. He was quite 
willing at that moment to offer J.B. the use of his wife for the night, 
if the old man had asked.

He'd do anything to be vice-president!

Slowly J.B. began to insinuate himself around Pam again. The more he 
drank the bolder he became, until even Jack became a little 
embarrassed. The old man was no longer paying much attention to Anna. 
Apparently, realizing that she was an employee, he felt she would 
always be there for the asking. It was Pam who mattered to him now, and 
perhaps part of her attraction to him was that the winning of her would 
involve an exercise in pure naked power. He secretly disliked the tall, 
athletic, handsome Jack and delighted in using the promise of the vice-
presidency as a lever to take the other man's beautiful, eminently 
desirable wife.

Pam eventually had to use the only excuse she could---a trip to the 
powder room---to escape J.B.'s ever-present grasp.

"Jack!" she said, gripping his arm tightly when she came back into the 
room, before J.B. could corner her again. "I can't stand any more of 
this! If you don't tell that horrible old man to leave me alone, then I 
will!"

Jack's handsome young face paled. "For Christ's sake, you can't do 
that!" he exclaimed in a strained whisper. "That would be the end for 
me!"

Tears started in Pam's eyes as she heard her husband's selfish 
unfeeling words. But she instantly calmed herself. "Very well," she 
said coldly. "But there's nothing to stop me from being sick. You know 
how weak we women are. I'm going home with a headache. Give me the keys 
to the car."

Jack wanted to argue with her---make her stay and butter up J.B. some 
more, but he detected the edges of hysteria in Pam's icy manner and was 
mortally afraid of a scene. Then, suddenly, he asked her to take a 
taxicab home, and went with her to the boss while she made her excuse. 
J.B. was obviously annoyed to be losing his prey, but not as much as 
Jack had feared. The old bastard must have about burnt out his libido 
by now, pawing over Pam, he thought bitterly. Why does life Agate to he 
so hard?

"I want to talk to you, my boy," J.B. said when Pam had left. He led 
Jack into the library. "I was going to make the announcement tonight 
that would make you vice-president," he said bluntly, "but I don't 
think the timing is quite right ... yet." He looked at Jack 
suggestively. "I feel that a man's wife is an important adjunct to his 
career, and I realized tonight that I don't know yours very well." He 
paused. "That must be remedied."

Jack swallowed painfully. So near and yet so far, he thought sadly. It 
only Pam had been a little more ... accommodating! "Anything you say," 
he said aloud.

"Wives often ... hide their real natures in front of their husbands," 
J.B. went on. "I feel it would be ... a valuable experience if ... Mrs. 
Hollister and I could have a ... private meeting. Could you arrange 
that?"

You rotten shit! Jack's mind screamed. You want to fuck my wife in 
exchange for the vice-presidency but don't have the guts to come out 
and say it! Jack felt a rush of loathing come over him and for a moment 
he was afraid he was going to pass out. I should tell him to shove the 
company and everything else up his ass! he thought wildly. But he knew 
J.B. would never ruffle a feather. He would just simply give him his 
notice and it would have all vanished like smoke---the vice-presidency, 
the job, security, the good life---all out the window because of his 
wife's goddamned sacrosanct pussy!

"I'll see what I can set up, J.B.," he said, his face expressionless.

"You do that, my boy, and then perhaps I'll have some good news for 
you."

There it was, clear as crystal ... the vice-presidency for his wife's 
body. And he knew he'd make the trade ... if he could find some way to 
make Pam see the light.

The rest of the evening was a haze for Jack. Perhaps to torment him, 
J.B. spent most of his time talking to Harry Steers. Trying to rub it 
in, Jack thought bitterly. But there was no real danger from that 
direction now that he knew what the old lecher was after. Harry's wife 
was as ugly as a mud fence. Left to himself, Jack began to get very 
drunk. He was propping up the mantelpiece with one shoulder, a large 
drink gripped tightly in one fist, staring moodily out a window into 
the black night, when he sensed someone at his elbow.

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me," a soft voice said into his 
ear.

It was Anna!

She had watched the whole scenario between Pam, Jack and J.B. Anna was 
far too experienced in the grubby ways of the world to be horrified by 
the little drama, but she couldn't help feeling a sharp pang of 
sympathy for Pam. Her encounter with the younger woman tonight had 
intensified her liking for her. There goes me five or six years ago, 
she thought bitterly, remembering her own confusing marriage. And now, 
what am I going to do but stick another knife in her by seducing her 
husband! Actually, she should thank me. Turning on her most seductive 
manner, she determined to make a good job of it.

"Sorry," Jack said, his voice thick from the alcohol. "Got a lot on my 
mind tonight."

"At a party? Let me see if I can do something about that." She was 
standing close, and Jack slowly became aware that one of her large lush 
breasts was pressing against his arm. He could feel the warm, billowy 
softness of it through her dress. Jack's body stiffened as he 
remembered how he had wanted to fuck Anna for days now, and had been 
frustrated in his intentions time after time. What about tonight? Pam 
had gone home. He was on his own, not expected home for hours, and Anna 
was sounding very friendly.

Experimenting, he moved his arm, dragging it a few inches across Anna's 
tantalizingly soft tit, wondering if it was an accident it was so near, 
giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't. If anything, she moved closer, so that now both her large 
cushiony mounds were in contact with his benumbed arm.

By God! she wants to get fucked! Jack realized instantly. Anna's face 
was only inches from his own, and her large brown eyes burned into his 
in unmistakable invitation.

"This party bores me," she murmured into his ear. "Let's go someplace 
where we can be alone." There it was, out in the open! It was now or 
never!

"Where's your coat?" he asked, having trouble with his words. While she 
went to get it, Jack made his excuses to the boss, telling him he had 
promised to get Miss Collins home early. The little man looked at him 
strangely, but said nothing, apparently content to await the day when 
Jack would deliver his wife to him on a platter.

Once out into the cool night air, Jack's head began to clear a little. 
"Where to?" he asked.

"Let's go to my place ... where we can listen to a little music and ... 
get more comfortable." My God, there's nothing shy about this woman! 
Jack thought excitedly, sensing that in another little while he would 
probably be making love to the fabulous body he sensed under her 
revealing clothes.

"But what about your uncle ... Max?" he asked.

"Max is away for the weekend," she said with a little laugh. "It'll 
just be you and me." Better and better, Jack thought excitedly. He 
escorted Anna to her car, and then followed her in his as she led the 
way back to their part of town. Jack kept swallowing nervously as he 
drove, certain that he was going to fuck Anna tonight, but realizing 
from bitter experience how often things like this miscarried. God, what 
if she's just teasing me? he jittered. He was grateful when she took 
the alley to her place and he was able to park behind her house. It 
would have been clumsy, to say the least, if he had to park in front, 
directly across from his own houses where Pam could spot the car if she 
looked out the window. He wondered if she was already in bed. This was 
the first time he had ever determined to be unfaithful to her, and he 
was nervous, wondering how she would react if she found out.

By the time he parked, Anna was already out of her car and opening the 
back door. She performed a miniature charade of carefully peeking 
inside the house, using exaggerated caution, and then turned to him 
with a conspiratorial wink.

"Okay, the coast is clear," she whispered loudly. Jack found her little 
game an uncomfortable reminder that he was performing a clandestine act 
... he, a married man, sneaking into a darkened house after a woman he 
intended to fuck, with his wife less than a hundred yards away. And on 
top of that, the house belonged to another man, apparently the girl's 
lover, who might be very irate if he came home unexpectedly. Jack 
swallowed nervously, and for one long moment almost backed out, but 
Anna's seductive allure was too great. He went in.

She led him through the kitchen into a large, well-furnished living 
room. "Okay, first some music," she said gaily, and going to a large 
stereo on one side of the room, turned it on. She found an FM station 
that played soft background music. "The radio's better than records," 
she said. "We don't have to get up and change them ... if we're busy at 
the moment." She was standing only a few feet away from Jack, and 
unable to stand the strain of her nearness any longer, he suddenly 
seized her in his arms and mashed his lips down on hers in a long 
passionate kiss. She responded expertly, insinuating into his madly 
working mouth the most stimulating tongue he had ever encountered. One 
of his hands slid up her body and began to claw at her breasts right 
through the material of her dress.

"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said, breaking free of his kiss and 
moving back a short distance. "There's no point in leaping in feet 
first. We have plenty of time, and the more time, the nicer it can be."

Panting heavily, Jack forced himself back under control. She was right! 
He was acting like a high-school kid on his first date!

"I know just what you need," she said. A nice relaxing drink." So Jack 
had to stand and wait while she unconcernedly made him a drink, working 
efficiently in a small, well-appointed bar that swung out from the 
wall, and all the time the blood was roaring in his ears as he watched 
her slightest movement. Never in his life had he desired a woman so 
much! He longed to take her in his arms and rip the clothes from her, 
but he was a little afraid of her obvious self-control. Something 
warned him that he would have to take her on her own terms. After all, 
coming here had been her idea, and no doubt she had others as well.

"Okay, drink up," she said as she handed him the drink.

"Where's yours?" he asked, pouring half the glassful down his throat in 
one long gulp. The alcohol hit the bottom of his stomach, bounced once, 
and then began to spread a soothing warmth throughout his body.

"Later," she answered. "Right now I want to get into something more 
comfortable." She started to walk away but then stepped closer and 
suddenly ground her body against his. He felt her breasts against him, 
and her thighs opened to press her soft hidden pubic mound against his 
leg while she passionately kissed him on the mouth. Jack tried to put 
his drink down so that he could get his hands on her suddenly offered 
body, but she just as suddenly moved away, leaving him standing, 
gasping by himself. "Got to get out of these clothes," she whispered, 
her own voice a little husky now.

She went out of the room into a hall, and Jack was content to wait now. 
There was no doubt now that the passionate promise he had felt in her 
suddenly abandoned body would soon enough be his. The liquor was 
calming him, and he determined to enjoy her game of delayed seduction 
for all it was worth. He strolled about the living room, studying this 
and that memento on the shelves and mantle, trying to see if they would 
tell him anything about the people who lived here. It only took him a 
short time to decide that everything he saw must belong to Max. Nothing 
here reminded him of Anna.

He had just mixed himself another drink when he saw a flicker of 
movement in the hallway. He thought it was Anna returning, but then saw 
that it was a mirror.

And the mirror reflected the inside of Anna's bedroom!

Jack couldn't see all of the bedroom, just a narrow swath through the 
doorway. He saw another movement reflected, and his breath sucked in as 
he realized that it was Anna, moving across the interior of her 
bedroom.

And she was undressing.

Already she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and while he 
watched, she reached behind her back and began to fumble with the catch 
to her brassiere. Jack stood staring, transfixed, tempted to move away, 
feeling for a moment like a peeping tom. But then he realized that Anna 
must have intended him to see---she would have closed the door 
otherwise. After all, she had to know the mirror was there.

Jack stood, his glass in one hand, halfway to his lips, but he didn't 
drink. His eyes took in the lithe perfection of Anna's scantily clad 
body. Her figure shimmered slightly from the distortion of viewing her 
through one corner of a hall mirror, but if anything, it enhanced her 
undeniable beauty. She was not as slender as Pam---lush, full, a mother 
goddess of rich, perfectly proportioned curves and dark earthy shadows; 
her legs were long but softly rounded, and her broad hips tapered up 
into a smoothly muscular torso that promised to be able to perform 
every trick in the sexual repertoire.

And her breasts! Just at that moment they were leaping free of the 
confining brassiere, quivering and bouncing as Anna threw the whisky 
garment on the bed, but standing out proud and high, not drooping at 
all, in spite of their obvious heaviness. Her nipples are so much 
trigger and darker than Pam's, lascivious thoughts randomly floated 
through Jack's brain.

Then she was bending over to slip her panties down over her ankles, 
facing away from him. Jack was presented with the sight of the twin 
half-moons of Anna's fully rounded buttocks, just for an instant, and 
then she stood up, facing into the mirror, giving him a momentary view 
of a perfect triangle of dark brown pubic hair. She moved, her full 
thighs flexing, squeezing past her darkly furred pubic mound, and to 
Jack's disappointment, she was gone, disappearing into a part of the 
room that the mirror couldn't reflect.

Jack hastily turned away, not wanting to be caught spying, even if Anna 
had engineered it that way. She came breezing into the room, wearing a 
short robe. Having seen her undress, Jack knew she had nothing under 
it, and if he had any doubts they were quickly removed by the exciting 
way her large full breasts moved uninhibitedly under the thin material. 
The robe was carelessly tied at the waist, and the movement of her legs 
caused it to open slightly at the bottom, giving the watching young 
husband brief flashes of nakedly exposed brown pussy hair. He swallowed 
nervously, and then became painfully aware that he had an erection. The 
stimulation of the last few minutes had done its work, and his cock was 
hardening rapidly, pushing firmly against the restraining material of 
his tight trousers.

"Well, well, well, always eager to get going, aren't you?" Anna said, 
looking good-naturedly at the obscene bulge in his pants.

Jack colored. "You've got sharp eyes. I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."

"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think it's flattering."

Jack couldn't help but compare Anna's forthright behavior with his 
wife's usual semi-prudery. Hell! he thought bitterly, Pam hates to 
admit I even have a cock! An image of her took temporary possession of 
his mind, lying naked on the bed, waiting to be made love to, her eyes 
closed, seemingly presenting she had no part in it, that it was just 
happening to her without her being in any way an instigator. How 
different Anna was, with her forthright approach. Hell, she wanted to 
get laid and she was doing something about it!

"You want me to mix you a drink?" Jack asked, wanting another himself.

"No, thanks," she answered. "I have a little something else in mind." 
Going over to a side cabinet, she opened a drawer and took out a cigar 
box.

"What you got there?" Jack asked curiously.

"Dope," she replied simply. Jack suddenly became very nervous. With his 
position at the company to think of, the very word frightened him. If 
anything could ruin him forever, it was what Anna had in her hands. 
J.B. drank; J.B. used other men's wives; he lied; he stole; he cheated 
people and ruined decent families; but he was death on drugs! The 
slightest intimation that Jack had even been in their presence, and it 
would be all over for him at the office!

"D-Do you think it's wise to keep that stuff right here in your home?" 
he asked nervously. Anna looked up sharply, and seeing his strained 
white face, laughed delightedly.

"My heavens," she gurgled. "The poor man is scared half out of his 
wits!" She suddenly thrust the box at Jack. "Boo!" she said. He jumped.

"N-No," he said, ashamed of being thought a coward, "not scared, 
really, but that stuff is illegal!"

"So is cheating on your taxes, but I'll bet you do." Jack flushed.

"Come on, stop worrying. You'd think there was a narc hiding in the 
bedroom. This stuff is so common now that if the police tried to catch 
everybody smoking it, they wouldn't have time for anything else---like 
stopping gambling, and necking in cars, for instance." She had opened 
the box and laid it on the table. It was half-full of brownish-green, 
crushed leaves and blossoms. Despite his nervousness, Jack moved 
closer, curious. A rich, slightly acrid odor assailed his nostrils.

Anna reached into another drawer and pulled out a little flat machine 
made of silk and two steel bars. "What's that?" Jack asked.

"A cigarette roller," she answered. "I'm going to roll us a joint." 
Even as she spoke, her fingers were moving deftly. She placed a 
cigarette paper in the little machine and filled it with several 
pinches of the course powdery mixture. She closed the machine around 
the paper, and turning a crank, quickly shaped a perfect little white 
cylinder. Out popped a long narrow cigarette, a few tufts of marijuana 
leaf sticking out of each end.

"Got a match?" she asked.

Reluctantly Jack fished through his pockets and offered her some. He 
knew a gentleman lights a ladle's cigarette, but he couldn't bring 
himself to help bring that dangerous little cylinder to life. Anna 
didn't seem to mind. She struck a match, and putting the cigarette into 
her mouth held the flame to it. As she puffed, thick clouds of blue 
smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette and the room was filled with 
the sharp heavy scent of burning rope.

"Mmmmnnnnn, good stuff," Anna said dreamily. She held the glowing 
cigarette out to Jack. "Want a hit?" she asked.

"No, thanks," Jack said, shaking his head vigorously. Anna shrugged her 
shoulders.

"Suit yourself, but this grass is a real sense turn-on---makes your 
body come alive. I call it Old Thunder Fuck---real dynamite stuff."

Jack watched in fascination as she sat in a large armchair and took 
another drag on the cigarette. She seemed to breathe in forever, and 
then held the smoke down in her lungs until her face purpled with the 
effort. When she finally breathed out, little smoke remained, and Jack 
wondered what had happened to the rest. It had probably been absorbed 
in her bloodstream, he thought in astonishment.

A slow contented smile came over Anna's face, and she visibly relaxed 
in the chair. With a shock Jack noticed that her legs had fallen open a 
little, parting the lower part of her robe, and he was looking right up 
between her thighs to her nakedly bared pussy. He swallowed nervously, 
unable to keep from staring at her hair-covered cuntal lips. As his 
eyes adjusted to the dark shadows of her loins, he was clearly able to 
make out the thin line of her half-hidden inner slit. He knew that she 
had seen him looking, but she did nothing to cover herself. Jack's cock 
began to throb uncontrollably at the sight of Anna's shamelessly naked 
loins, only a few feet away from his own. He once again felt he was 
losing the initiative. It was clear that the marijuana was putting Anna 
in a very different place from where he was, and he began to wonder how 
it would be to make love to a thoroughly stoned woman when he himself 
was so tight and nervous.

"You say that stuff turns you on?" he asked.

She looked surprised. "Sure thing," she said. "Why? You want to try 
some?"

"Well, I don't know ..." he said hesitantly.

"Oh, for God's sake, come on," she said disgustedly. "You act like you 
expect your mother to come into the room and tell you whether it's all 
right or not."

Stung by her tone, Jack grabbed the cigarette from her. He put it to 
his lips and took a long drag, but immediately began to choke as the 
harsh smoke seared his lungs.

"Hey, take it a little slower," Anna said, and showed him how to 
breathe in slowly and hold the acrid fumes down. After a couple of more 
tries, he was successful. He didn't experience much reaction at first, 
but suddenly the lights in the room seemed to dim and then his body 
felt strange all at once.

"Wow!" he said, feeling as if he were floating a foot off the ground. 
It was very different from being drunk. For one thing, he still seemed 
to have good control of his balance. But in some strange way, the whole 
room had changed. The lights glowed a deep yellow-gold, and he realized 
that he had been staring at a painting on the wall for a long time.

"Good stuff, isn't it?" Anna said. "Here, let me show you how the 
physical part works." She reached forward and lightly traced a 
fingernail over his forearm. It felt natural at first, but then his 
whole arm seemed to vibrate, sending pounding waves of sensation 
through his muscles and nerves until his whole body was resonating like 
a tuning fork. She calls it Old Thunder Fuck, he thought in amazement. 
God, what will it be like when we ...? Once again he stared down at 
Anna's nakedly bared vaginal lips, and saw for the first time the 
evidence of her own sexual arousal. A thin line of liquid beads 
glistened in the light, lining the softly bearded edge of her pussy-
slit, welling up from her tantalizingly hidden vagina. A white-hot wave 
of lust washed over Jack, making his body resonate again. Sitting on 
the arm of the chair, he lightly traced his fingertips over Anna's 
enticingly bared lower belly, where it rounded off into her soft curly 
pubic hair. She shivered at his touch and her eyes half-glazed over. I 
guess she isn't as self-controlled as she likes to mate out, he thought 
in triumph, and standing up, he reached down and jerked her to her 
feet. She came into his arms willingly, and opened her nakedly exposed 
thighs as he roughly thrust one leg in between them, rubbing the harsh 
material of his pants leg against her quivering cunt.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Anna moaned, all pretenses gone. One of her 
legs began to rub maddeningly against his painfully erect cock, still 
trapped inside his tightly confining trousers. The top of her robe had 
fallen open as well when he jerked her to her feet, and one heavy, 
brown-rippled breast spilled out, mashing softly against his chest. 
Half-lifting Anna off her feet with his strong arms, Jack crushed her 
to him, and met her lips in a long passionate kiss. He felt as if he 
were going to ignite as her tiny hot tongue darted in and out of his 
gasping mouth. He pushed her abruptly from him, holding her at arm's 
length for a moment, staring greedily at her partially exposed body. 
Her softly rounded breast thrust proudly out at him, while lower down 
he followed the curving contour of her belly as it merged sleekly into 
her softly shaded loins. He could now smell the hot musky odor of her 
thoroughly aroused cunt, and its exotic perfume maddened him.

Jerking Anna's panting form to him once again, he buried his face in 
the cushiony pillow of her breasts, pushing aside her robe and seeking 
out her rapidly hardening nipples with his mouth. He drew his tongue 
tantalizingly over one of the burgeoning little buds, making her moan 
in ecstasy;

"Oh, yes," she breathed huskily, "suck my tits ... put them in your 
mouth ... make me feel them!" Excited by her words of encouragement, 
Jack sucked one of her now fully erect nipples right into his mouth, 
worrying the rubbery tip with his tongue, nipping it half-painfully 
with his sharp teeth. Anna jerked her loins tightly against him, 
rubbing her cunt maddeningly against his shuddering cock. He could feel 
the inside of his shorts grow slippery as a few drops of pre-cum were 
forced out of the tip of his hidden member and smeared over the thin 
material.

"Oh, God, let's get naked," Anna panted, all her sophistication 
deserting her as she turned into a wanting, lust-filled animal. "I want 
to see your cock, touch it, feel it hot and naked against my body." She 
helped Jack while he tore at his clothes, stripping them away until he 
stood naked in front of her, his throbbing penis standing out straight 
and stiff from his body like a fleshy lance. Anna fell on her knees in 
front of him, lovingly taking his obscenely displayed organ in her 
hands and caressing it.

"What a lovely cock," she said excitedly. "I'm going to want it in me 
... soon ... very soon." She began to teasingly kiss the tip, then 
maddeningly slid her velvety smooth lips down the side, nibbling at the 
sensitive shaft while her hands were busy fondling his aching testicles 
below.

"Take it easy, baby," he warned her, "or the whole show's going to be 
over before it gets started." He could feel his balls churning wildly 
from the exciting stimulation of Anna's buttery soft mouth. God, why 
couldn't I ever get Pam to do this to me? Anna pulled back just when 
Jack felt sure he was going to start cumming all over her lovely face. 
He had to grit his teeth for a moment to get himself back under 
control, and she looked up at him anxiously, wondering if she'd gone 
too far.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked Jack, looking excitedly at his 
still-ready cock.

"Christ yes!" he moaned, reaching for her.

She held him off. "Tell me first," she said. "Tell me how much you want 
to fuck me!"

"I want to ram my cock up into your cunt!" Jack snarled, playing her 
exciting game. "I want to shove it all the way up into your hot little 
belly. I'm going to fuck you hard ... fuck you until I shoot my nuts 
off into your juicy snatch!"

Anna moaned with desire as she heard his lust-inciting words. Without 
another word she stripped off her disheveled robe and tossed it into a 
heap on the floor. She stepped backward and fell into the big armchair. 
Never taking her eyes from Jack's face, she slowly hooked her legs up 
over the arms of the chair, spreading them lewdly, baring her seething 
genitals to Jack's fascinated gaze. He stared, entranced, as the heavy 
outer lips of her cunt were slowly pulled open, revealing the 
glistening pink inner valley, wet and slippery with her copiously 
flowing pussy-juices, a gaping scarlet gash running all the way down to 
her tightly clenched ass-cheeks. She lay there waiting, her breasts 
heaving above from her heavy breathing, her crotch wide open for his 
expected assault.

"Now, lover," she crooned. "Fuck me now. Shove your hard cock into my 
cunt and fuck me until I can't stand anymore!"

Drawn forward as if by a magnet, Jack fell on his knees before the 
chair and moved in between Anna's obscenely opened thighs. He crowded 
close to her lewdly offered genitals, feeling the silken flesh of her 
inner thighs brush softly against his naked sides. Her ass was on the 
very edge of the chair-cushion, her upper body leaning back into the 
upholstery, her legs spread so impossibly wide and high over the arms 
of the chair that he could see the tendons in her groin stretched 
tightly. Her whole cuntal area was stretched wide and flat from the 
pressure, her pinkly glistening slit completely open before him, ready 
for his invasion.

Jack was tempted to immediately ram his hard ready cock up inside 
Anna's lewdly spread body. His eyes fastened on the pink-petaled 
opening of her slowly seeping vagina---it actually pulsed in 
expectation as he watched it. But his gaze shifted higher, to the hotly 
palpitating little bud of Anna's thoroughly erect clitoris. The 
sensitive little shaft had risen half out of its surrounding tissues, 
maddened by the promise of immediate pleasure. Taking his rock-hard 
penis in the fingers of one hand, Jack drew it slowly up the inside of 
Anna's velvet-skinned thigh, heading inexorably toward her waiting 
pussy-slit. She moaned in delighted expectation, waiting for the bliss-
filled moment when he would ram his hot hardness up into her achingly 
hungry hole.

"Oh, please, baby, oh, please ... don't make me wait," she begged 
piteously. Her insides cried out in need. God, I haven't really wanted 
to fuck a man since Max moved me in here, she thought in amazement, 
realizing how sex-starved her body had become, never quite satisfied by 
Max's brutal maulings. She had no particular affection for Jack, but 
his handsome young body and the fact that he could be so easily led 
into ways of giving her the pleasure she craved reawakened the 
passionate young woman to levels of excitement she had forgotten could 
exist.

But Jack had his own ideas. Instead of immediately filling her cunt 
with his rampant manhood, he instead guided the bloated tip just inside 
Anna's blood-gorged slit, sliding it slowly up and down the burning hot 
trench, watching in fascination as the tender tissues seemed to swell 
and quiver under the stimulating touch of his rubbery cock-head.

"Oooohhh," Anna moaned. "Now ... now!" she urged. But Jack continued to 
slither his swollen purple knob up and down her encrimsoned snatch, 
until finally he pressed the very end of it hard against the tightly 
straining button of Anna's eagerly waiting clitoris.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned in ecstasy, and had a short, quick orgasm. Her 
belly muscles hardened and her body jerked spasmodically several times. 
Looking down around the bloated shaft of his throbbing cock, Jack could 
see the opening of her vagina open and close, open and close, while a 
flood of her orgasmic juices were expelled to run in a slippery torrent 
down into the cleft of her ass. Moving quickly, Jack slid his cock 
lower, soaking the tip in the hot wet flow, rubbing the slick 
lubricants all over the shaft, getting ready for the final invasion of 
Anna's nakedly exposed loins.

*  *  *

Would you look at that hitch go! Max Flaherty marveled, staring 
unbelievingly at the ecstatically writhing Anna. She's been holding 
back on me. Either that or that young shit-head is better with his cock 
than I thought he'd be. From his hiding place in the attic, Max 
carefully lined up the lens of his camera and began to shoot. He had 
made a small observation hole in one corner of the ceiling, just big 
enough to take pictures through. He figured that Jack would be too busy 
with Anna to notice. And what did it matter now? He already had enough 
pictures to hang the young jerk.

Christ, wait'll his wife sees these! he exulted, pressing the shutter 
release again. I'll be in those tight little pants in no time. Just 
thinking about how the madly writhing couple below were going to make 
his assault on Pam's virtue possible was enough to start Max's big cock 
hardening. Lying on his belly, he pressed his loins down hard against 
the floor, grinding his pleasantly aching member against his body, 
imagining how Pam would look, naked before him, her cunt spread wide 
open the way Anna's was now. God, when is he going to shove it in? Max 
wondered, watching Jack continue to slither his ever-swelling cock up 
and down Anna's achingly needful cunt-slit.

Anna was wondering the same thing. Her hips churned restlessly on the 
chair, fruitlessly trying to entrap Jack's tantalizingly near cock into 
her expectant vagina. Reaching forward, she sank her fingers into his 
buttocks, trying to steady his motion.

"Oh, please," she begged. "No more ... no more of what you're doing. 
For Christ's sake put your cock into me! Shove it into my cunt ... ram 
it up into me and for God's sake ... FUCK ME!"

Jack smiled down at the wildly pleading woman, realizing how the tables 
had turned. For days he had been trying to get this lovely, enigmatic 
woman to fuck him, but now it was her who was lying beneath him, naked, 
her genitals obscenely displayed, ready for his hard potent cock, 
begging him to fuck her. He enjoyed making her wait, but by now his 
achingly hard penis was demanding to be buried in the quivering female 
flesh before it.

"Okay, baby," he rasped, "but you put it in." He waited expectantly as 
she quickly groped for his loins, and his breath sucked in suddenly as 
he felt her cool slender fingers wrap tightly around his swollen shaft. 
He watched, entranced, as Anna desperately fumbled with the mighty 
organ she held in her hand, guiding it closer to her needing cunt. The 
sight of her strong yet thoroughly feminine body spread out below him 
added further dimensions to his passion. She looked up at him hungrily, 
her lips half-parted, nostrils flared, eyes shining eagerly behind her 
thick dark lashes. Yes, she was ready now, he thought, completely 
animal, eager to accept anything he wanted to do to her with his cock. 
If only Pam were this way, he thought bitterly, I wouldn't have to be 
here now, fucking another woman! He almost laughed at himself. What 
bullshit! Hell, no matter how much of a tiger Pam might become, Anna 
was a whole new ballgame. He knew now that tonight was to be only the 
first of many such nights. There was a wild, mysterious sexuality in 
Anna that made his blood boil out of control. He would have to fuck her 
again, and again ... and again.

With a grateful sigh, Anna finally inserted the mushroom-shaped head of 
his cock into the opening of her vagina. He watched, entranced, as the 
bulbous head, slippery with her juices, popped just up inside the 
muscular opening. It welcomed him eagerly, flowering open in 
invitation.

"Now, now, now!" Anna chanted, moving her hands around behind his back, 
digging her fingernails into his buttocks, trying to pull his loins 
into hers. Jack took the hint. With a grunt he slammed his hips 
suddenly forward, ramming his cock to the hilt up into Anna's waiting 
body.

"Unnnoggghhhhh," she grunted in response, the breath knocked from her 
by the violence of Jack's entry, her vagina suddenly filled with hard, 
hot, male flesh, stretching her insides with unexpected swiftness. She 
felt as if someone had rammed a thick, spongy tree-trunk up into her 
shuddering belly. It hurt, but she loved it.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she cried eagerly. "Do it again!"

Paralyzed by the first blinding delight of having his pussy-starved 
cock surrounded by hot cuntal flesh, Jack wasn't able to respond for a 
moment. He held his throbbing staff in all the way, feeling his pelvis 
flattened against Anna's cushiony pussy lips, her silky thighs pressing 
hard against his ribs. God, it's been worth the wait! he thought in 
exultation, feeling Anna's formerly unavailable body squirming 
underneath him as he held her pinned to the chair with his raging 
manhood. Gathering his strength, he pulled his cock almost all the way 
back out of her eagerly nibbling vagina, staring down at the slippery 
white shaft. Anna quivered beneath him, desperately awaiting, wanting 
him up inside her shuddering belly again, and he obliged, pounding his 
hips forward, watching his iron-hard member slither once again up into 
her eagerly accepting hole.

From then on, Jack fucked her hard, setting up a steady rhythm with his 
hips, lunging time and time again into the wide-open loins of the 
moaning woman below him. Anna writhed in a wild blend of pleasure and 
pain as his rampaging organ opened her up more and more, stretching her 
tender inner tissues to the breaking point, but it was what she wanted.

"Oh, yes, hurt me, lover," she moaned thickly. "Pound your beautiful 
cock right through me ... make me scream ..."

Jack looked down at the beautiful, abandoned, naked woman twisting and 
shuddering beneath him. A powerful exultation filled him as he realized 
he had the power to hurt this strong-willed woman. Before, he had been 
a little afraid of her, but now she was at his mercy, begging him for 
the pleasure that only a hard male cock could give her. He rammed his 
ever-growing shaft far up inside her tender tissues, watching her face 
react, twisting in shock and then softening as her cunt quivered with 
masochistic delight. She's only a woman, after all, he thought in 
surprise, begging for a good fucking. Determined to give her one, he 
lengthened his strokes, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair, 
rising up on his toes so he could fuck straight down into Anna's 
spasming cunt.

Hey, that young punk's giving Anna a real fucking! Max thought with 
newfound respect, watching from above as Jack pounded his cock 
triumphantly into Anna's pleading form. I wonder if he does such a good 
job with his wife? Somehow, having studied the cool, timid Pam, he 
doubted it. I think that blonde cunt needs some fucking lessons, and 
I'm just the one to give them to her.

Below, Anna had impulsively lifted her legs from the chair arms and 
wrapped them tightly around Jack's body, locking her ankles tightly 
behind his buttocks, doing her best to draw him deeper into her eagerly 
spasming cunt. Anxious to make his lovely paramour remember this night, 
he redoubled his efforts, pounding his huge fleshy cudgel into her 
quaking pussy time after time.

Searching for some new way to turn Anna on, Jack slid one hand down 
along the inner edge of her thigh, groping into the deep cleft between 
her muscularly pumping buttocks. His fingers slithered through the 
slippery passion-juices that had run down from her gushing, cock-filled 
pussy. For a moment he had trouble locating the tightly puckered ring 
of her anus, her whole lower region was jerking so in time to his 
frenzied thrusts up into her shuddering loins. But one fingertip caught 
in the outer sphincter muscles and held. He could feel Anna jerk 
spasmodically from the additional shock of having her tender nether 
regions fondled. Gritting his teeth, Jack began to worm his finger up 
inside the tight little band of muscle that encircled Anna's so-far 
unused anus. Her body fought back for a moment, not ready for this 
additional intrusion, but he pushed hard, and with a sudden pop, the 
end of his finger slipped up inside the soft sheath of her rectal 
passage.

Anna grunted in surprise and her body bucked strongly, nearly throwing 
Jack off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. But he hung on, 
digging his bare toes into the carpet, straining with all his strength 
into the bucking, twitching, moaning mass of female flesh that thrashed 
below him. Bit by bit he worked his groping finger further up inside 
Anna's asshole, until he had it buried between her rhythmically 
clenching ass-cheeks clear up to the last knuckle. It was easier after 
that, as Anna's inner anal muscles relaxed, and he found he could 
thrust his finger in and out of her rectum in time to the wild 
poundings of his rampaging cock further up. And what really excited him 
was being able to feel his fast-moving penis with his finger. Only a 
thin membrane separated the two inside Anna's passion-heated body.

Doubly impaled now, Anna went completely out of her mind. What had at 
first been to her only an obnoxious duty to perform for Max had turned 
into a wild physical release of such magnitude that she thought she was 
going out of her mind. All the frustrations and strains of the last few 
months with Max were pouring out in a monumental release that 
threatened to tear her body apart. She sensed that some of her powerful 
reaction had to do with the very innocuousness of Jack---he was a 
perfect instrument for her---young, lean, and strong, without at the 
same time being able to engage any of her emotions. She was using him, 
as he had intended to use her, to give herself the release of wantonly 
fucking a near-stranger, pouring out her frustrated libido in a spasm 
of automatic reflex.

Not knowing this, Jack felt that it was all his doing, the results of 
his monumental virility, which did have some basis in fact, because if 
he had been less active and strong, he would never have been able to 
call forth such wild reactions from Anna's ready body. His ego growing 
with every moment, he looked exultantly down at Anna's transformed 
face. She had that look that comes only in times of great suffering or 
great passion. Her eyes glittered: blankly, seeing nothing---everything 
was inside her. Her face was swollen and flushed with blood and her 
darting tongue licked helplessly over dried, half-open lips. The flush 
extended down over her breasts, which were swollen almost half again as 
large as before. The tips of her nipples had softened somewhat, but the 
whole colored part was tumescent, standing up in a partial hemisphere 
over the quivering white mounds beneath. Inarticulate cries and moans 
gushed from her throat and her hands slapped aimlessly at the chair 
upholstery. Jack could tell she was close to a tremendous orgasm. Her 
stomach muscles were slowly tightening as the pressure built inside and 
he knew in a moment she would explode into a frenzy that would dwarf 
the one he was watching now. He hoped it was soon, because he couldn't 
hold off his own climax much longer. Already his testicles were drawing 
further up into his body, ready to pump out the hot sperm, and his cock 
had grown even larger, so large that it ached painfully as it continued 
its wild ride inside Anna's hot slippery cuntal sheath.

"Ooohhhhh ... JACK!" she suddenly cried out. "I-I'm going to CUM! Fuck 
me hard ... don't stop ... keep your finger in my asshole!" Anna felt 
as if her entire lower body were on fire, lit by the double entry into 
her pelvic area. Jack's finger in her rectum oddly complemented his 
cock slithering wetly in and out of her wonderfully gratified cunt. She 
knew that her orgasm would be the strongest she had experienced in a 
long time, and was grateful that Jack had a powerful body. A smaller 
man she might have bucked off, she thought.

Suddenly it hit. A thrust of Jack's ever-enlarging rod, deeper than the 
rest, passed beyond some invisible barrier and she felt as if a great 
fire had been started far up inside her cringing belly. It grew and 
grew, burning brighter and brighter, until her whole being was consumed 
by it. She lost track of what was going on outside her suddenly 
transformed body, only knew the rocketing bliss in her most secret 
inner parts and felt Jack's mighty organ, faithfully digging in deeper 
and deeper as her climaxing cunt opened to receive it.

Jack found that he had to pull his finger from Anna's ass after all. 
Awestruck, he watched the already wildly passionate young brunette 
change into a screaming banshee as her orgasm tore through her strong, 
beautiful young body. He had to hang onto the chair with both hands to 
hold her down as she writhed and twisted beneath him. Her pelvis rose 
off the chair to meet his, making it even easier to plunge his 
thundering cock to new depths. Her sleek stomach muscles were drawn 
into one iron-hard band as her body convulsed into final release. But 
most of all, he was aware of her inner vaginal muscles, clamping 
rhythmically and hungrily around the base of his already near-bursting 
cock.

That did it for Jack. This last obscene realization touched off his own 
long-delayed orgasm, and with a deep-throated yell he threw back his 
head and held his cock rigidly buried as far up into Anna's convulsing 
pussy-sheath as it would go. He could sense the whole length of his 
rock-hard shaft vibrating madly as the hot sperm raced up from his 
balls, ready to spray unendingly into Anna's sperm-hungry body.

With the last of her strength, Anna sensed his hot seminal load gushing 
into her cunt, and pressing her heels hard into his backside, she 
strained his shuddering loins to hers. The joyful realization that he 
was filling her hot needing cunt with his male seed touched off another 
orgasm in Anna, a shorter one this time, but her vaginal muscles worked 
even more strenuously, guided in part by her conscious volition, 
milking the hot wet cum from Jack's madly spouting organ.

They strained together for over a minute, trying to get the most out of 
each other's sweat-slippery, quivering bodies. As the last of his 
burning load shot deep up into Anna's womb, he looked down fascinated 
by the way her rippling cunt-muscles shot their combined juices back 
out around the hairy base of his nearly exhausted penis, coating his 
thighs, and running down into the hot pink cleft between her buttocks 
to drip wetly onto the soaking upholstery below.

With one last wild cry, Jack knew that his climax was over, and 
collapsed heavily forward onto Anna's exhausted body. She still moved 
below him, her hips twitching involuntarily from time to time as the 
last of her orgasms died away slowly. Their breaths rasped loud in the 
half-darkened room for several minutes, until finally they were able to 
bring their lungs under control.

They both felt Jack's depleted organ shrinking in side Anna's still 
gently working vagina, each of them with different emotions. Jack was 
sorry that it was over and at the same time exhalted. I've done it! he 
thought gleefully, believing that now Anna was his. She'd succumbed to 
his advances and he had no doubt, after the performance he'd put on 
that she would be his for the asking for as long as he wanted her. 
Maybe time enough for there to be some kind of change in his partially 
frigid wife.

For her part, Anna was grateful for the admittedly fine fucking she'd 
received from Jack, but to her it could have been anybody who could get 
it up for long enough and stay with her wild responses. She didn't like 
Jack very much, disgusted with him for the way he treated his wife, 
with whom she felt a close bond. She didn't feel guilty about having 
tucked her friend's husband---her mind didn't work that way. Sex to her 
was a great universal reservoir from whom anyone might drink---nobody 
necessarily owned another's genitals. Loyalty and help in time of need 
were the parameters of her idea of fidelity, not who fucked who. Yes, 
she'd gotten what she needed from someone whom Max had ordered her to 
fuck anyhow, and her main reaction was pleasure from the terrific 
fucking she'd just had. She didn't know that Max was up in the attic 
filming them---she thought he would just question her later on what 
kind of lover Jack had been, and then put pressure on the young man to 
make his wife available. But she had already seen how poorly that had 
worked tonight when J.B. had tried to move in on Pam. She doubted that 
Max would have any better luck. As far as she was concerned, it was 
over.

"Hey, you're heavy," she complained to Jack who was learning on her, 
his mouth roaming idly over her still-sensitive breasts.

"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he said smugly.

"An elephant wouldn't have been too heavy then, as long as it had a 
cock that would fit inside me," she answered.

"I'll bet that hot cunt of yours could take anything," Jack said 
admiringly, slowly moving back from her body, staring wistfully at the 
pussy he'd just spent the past half-hour in. Anna's legs were still 
held wide apart, and her vagina, stretched and wide open from the 
powerful thrusts of his cock, still slowly seeped their combined 
orgasmic fluids.

"This hot cunt of mine could take a little sleep," Anna said. "Time for 
you to go home and crawl in bed with your little wife. Remember her?"

Jack flushed under her prodding. Somehow the aftermath of making love 
to Anna wasn't working out quite as he'd expected. From her reactions 
before and during their wild fuck, he'd expected her to melt gratefully 
into his arms afterwards. But instead she was yawning and getting up 
from the chair. Her former manner of cool insolence was returning.

"Hey," he said, annoyed. "What kind of brush-off is this? The night is 
young yet. Didn't you like the way I fucked you?"

Anna looked at him quizzically. "You did a good job, sonny-boy. But did 
you think I was going to give you the keys to my life because your cock 
gets hard? If I want anymore, I'll send for you." Anna was taking a 
perverse pleasure in telling Jack off. After the way she had been 
maltreated by Max for months, and watching Jack tonight as he 
unfeelingly let his wife be humiliated, she wasn't feeling very 
friendly to men at all. For once in her life, she'd like to be able to 
say, "Wham, team, thank you, Sam."

Jack picked up his clothes in a rage, his ego lying in tatters about 
him. "You know how to spell 'whore', baby?"

"Yeh," she said acidly, "s-u-c-k-e-r. A whore is a dumb cunt who lets 
herself get used. Now, why don't you go home peaceably. Why ruin a good 
fuck? We had a good time but let's not make something out of it that's 
not there. I promise you, if I need it again, you'll be one of the 
first I'll call." Anna added this mollifying statement, realizing she 
was taking a lot of things out on Jack that weren't his fault. But now 
she wanted to be alone, to enjoy the satiated throbbing in her genitals 
all by herself.

*  *  *

Jack had struggled into his clothes. He headed for the door without 
saying another word, hurt and confused.

"You'd better take a shower before you climb in bed with Pam," Anna 
called after him. "You smell like hot pussy. And, oh," she added, "I 
won't be into work on Monday ... I quit." Maybe that'll keep him closer 
to his wife from now on, she thought absent-mindedly as the door closed 
after him. But maybe I was too hard on him. She began to feel a little 
guilty. After all, she had been the one who had sallied forth to seduce 
him, even if he had been a willing victim. She was heading toward the 
shower, vaguely promising herself that she would do something to make 
it up to him later, when she heard a sudden sound behind her. Startled, 
she whirled, and was barely able to stifle a scream as she saw a naked 
man standing in the hall doorway.

It was Max!

He stood leering at her, massaging his heavy, already swollen penis.

"Pretty good show you put on with junior," he rasped out. "But you're 
not going to bed yet. Let's see how you do with me."

Anna thought she was going to be sick as he slowly approached her.



Chapter 4


Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft loamy soil 
around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy feel. It was a 
beautiful day. Wearing her white shorts and halter, she was out in the 
front yard, working in the garden.

This is what 1 wanted a house of my own for, she thought happily. Pam 
had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of-doors, planting, 
tending, and harvesting plants. Roses were her chief delight, and that 
was one of the reasons she had fallen so much in love with this house 
when she'd first seen it. Each side of the front walk was planted with 
long rows of tall, beautiful rosebushes. They had suffered somewhat 
from lack of care while the house had stood empty, waiting for them to 
move in, but now Pam was making it up to them ... pruning, watering, 
fertilizing, and, in general, making life pleasant for the roses.

Maybe Jack wasn't so wrong, she mused half-guiltily as she leaned 
forward, on her knees, loosening the earth around the roots of one 
particularly beautiful plant. Maybe you have to make some sacrifices in 
order to have good things.

Like the house, for instance. Pam realized that it was expensive and 
that they could never have afforded it if Jack hadn't been making so 
much money at work. Pam knew she'd never agree to some of the things 
that Jack thought he had to do to make his job secure, but it certainly 
didn't help matters any for her to offer nothing but negative comments. 
Maybe she should have put up with a little more from J.B. the night of 
the office party. No, I could never do that! she thought, shuddering a 
little as she remembered the old man's slimy touch on her naked 
shoulder. I have to draw a line somewhere! Maybe there were ways she 
could be of help to Jack, in his struggle to get ahead.

Pam felt a rush of affection for her husband. He's been so sweet since 
the party, she thought happily. It had been over a week since that 
unpleasant night. After she'd gone home early, she waited with dread 
for Jack to come in. She'd expected him to be angry with her, accusing 
her of ruining his chances for advancement, berating her with his usual 
charges of prudery and self-conceit. But he'd been strangely subdued 
when he'd come home, almost contrite. He took a shower, claiming that 
someone had spilled a drink on him at the party, but when Pam looked 
later, she had been unable to find any stains on his clothes. She 
finally decided that perhaps he'd just wanted to clear his head and 
freshen up. He's been a doll since then, she thought gratefully.

The house was in good order now, everything in its place, and Pam was 
fitting into it like a bird into its nest. Yes, it's time I backed Jack 
up in his efforts to give me things like this, she thought resolutely.

And it was time she did something more positive about that other matter 
too. Pam couldn't help blushing as she thought over her efforts to 
liberate herself sexually, starting more than a week before with that 
wild masturbation session in the bathtub. There had been other similar 
experiences following it, and Pam thought she was making some progress, 
but not enough. Though she was able to let go more when there was no 
one there but herself, she could still sense a blank brick wall somehow 
blocking her full sexual release. And what will it do for Jack if I 
just learn to make love to myself, anyhow? she wondered. Maybe I'd 
better go try to find some kind of kelp. Pam had been reading about 
some of the successes women like her had had with the new breed of sex 
therapists. She'd even read about doctors who provided male stand-ins--
-sex surrogates---to their women patients. I imagine Jack would think 
that was going a little too far, she thought almost giggling to 
herself. But something would have to be done, and soon. She and Jack 
hadn't made love since that dreadful morning almost ten days ago. Let s 
face it, old girl, she told herself, you're getting horny. And what 
about Jack? He must be the same way. If she didn't watch out, he might 
be forced to turn to other women!

As she bent over her rose bushes, lost in her private thoughts, Pam 
didn't notice a man approaching---Max Flaherty. Christ, look at that 
ass! he thought excitedly, staring at the way Pam's tight shorts 
stretched tautly over the crouching girl's well-rounded buttocks. I bet 
I'll have a handful of it within a half-hour! He was standing right 
behind Pam before she realized it. Sensing that she wasn't alone, she 
glanced back and saw his feet, within a yard of her.

"Oh!" she gasped, spinning around on her knees.

"Take it easy," he grinned down at her. "It's just old Max, your 
neighbor."

"You ... you startled me," Pam said nervously. She was still crouching 
on the ground. Seeing Max staring intently down at her, she wondered 
for a moment what he was looking at, and then she remembered that she 
hadn't worn a bra under her halter-top that morning---the day was so 
warm---and he could undoubtedly see a lot more of her than she wanted 
him to.

Max thought the same thing as he stared hungrily down at Pam's half-
naked breasts. The thin halter-top had fallen away from her body a 
little as she spun around, and at the moment he could see almost the 
whole of one large shapely breast. He wasn't sure, but thought his view 
extended right out to the edge on one pale-pink nipple. But the 
tantalizing glimpse of Pam's lush bosom was cut off as she quickly got 
to her feet, self-consciously pressing one hand to her breast.

What does he want here? she thought. Pam had never liked Max, and this 
was the first time she'd ever been alone with the big man, and she 
didn't like it, even if it was out there in the open.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Flaherty?" she asked, attempting to be 
polite.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something in a few minutes," he answered.

What a fanny thing to say, Pam thought, a little on her guard. "How's 
your niece Anna?" she asked, looking for safe conversational subjects.

"Guess your old man hasn't had the guts to tell you, huh?"

"W-What?" Pam gasped out, trying to make sense out of Max's 
deliberately upsetting words.

"Oh, come on now. You don't expect me to believe you didn't know what 
was going on?"

"I-I ... don't know what you mean," Pam stammered, wondering if this 
awful man's cryptic words were genuinely hinting at what they seemed to 
be hinting at.

"My niece ... Anna! He fucked her the night of the office party!"

Pam started to speak but no sound came out for a moment. She didn't 
want to believe Max, but suddenly she knew why Jack had taken that 
shower when he came home from the party. "You ... you get out of here!" 
she managed to gasp at Max. "Stop saying such horrible things."

"Oh, isn't that sweet," Max sneered. "The faithful wife, ready to 
believe in her hubby till the bitter end. Well, baby, I just came over 
here to give you a little advance warning before the shit hits the 
fan."

"What do you mean?" Pam asked, sensing the threat in Max's heavy voice.

"I mean I'm pissed off that your punk husband has been dipping it into 
Anna. She's my meat, and I'm gonna bust up his little game. When I get 
finished with him, he'll wish he'd been born a eunuch!"

"You're not going to ..."

"Beat him up? Hell, no, I'm going to do a lot worse than that. I'm on 
my way down to see his boss and tell him what kind of a man he has 
working for him."

"No!" Pam cried, seizing his arm. "Y-You can't do that! It would mean 
his job!"

"That's just what I figure, baby. From what Anna tells me, that job is 
his whole life. Well, I'm going to take it away from him!"

"They'll never believe you at the office," Pam exclaimed. "I-I don't 
believe you myself."

"Oh, don't you, baby? Well, they'll believe me down there, because I 
got the whole damned thing down on film." He half-lifted a large thick 
envelope out of his pocket and then let it slide back down inside.

Pam's head was spinning dizzily. A few minutes before, she'd been 
happily tending her roses, and now her whole world was crashing down 
around her head. Jack? Anna? He's been unfaithful to me! the young 
housewife thought in agony. Almost as painful as Jack's betrayal was 
her disappointment in Anna. She had felt a genuine liking for the older 
woman, and had hoped they could become friends. That was hardly 
possible now. And what was that Max was saying? That he was going to 
ruin Jack at the office?

Pam tried to get her emotions back under control. Every wife has to 
face this possibility, she thought desperately. Jack had been 
unfaithful to her, that was bad enough, but it was something they might 
be able to hammer out together. But if Max carried through his threat 
and went to see J.B ...

That would destroy Jack!

"Wait!" Pam said desperately as Max started to walk away, grinning 
triumphantly. "Please don't do it!"

"Not a chance, baby. I wanna get even, and these pictures are gonna do 
it for me."

"Wait!" she said again, thinking rapidly. "I-I'll give you a thousand 
dollars for those pictures." Max stopped abruptly.

"You serious ?" he asked thoughtfully, turning around to stare at the 
distraught young blonde.

"Yes!" she said, with more determination this time. "I'll give you good 
money for them, if ... they turn out to be what you say they are."

Max looked around carefully, as if afraid of being heard. "Well, now, 
little lady, maybe we might have something to talk about." He had a 
hard time not laughing at the look of sudden relief on Pam's innocent 
face. Oh, you simple little cunt! he thought to himself, but continued 
to play the game, looking around again as if he suspected that they 
were being observed. "Yeah, maybe we can do it," he growled, "but not 
out here."

"We'll go inside the house," Pam said quickly, and turned to lead the 
way, unable to see the look of sudden triumph on Max's heavy face. She 
opened the door, and when the big man had come in, she closed and 
locked it after them, having picked up some of his feigned nervousness. 
"All right, let me see them," she said firmly, holding out her hand.

Without a word, smiling, Max reached into his coat pocket and fished 
out the envelope, handing it to her. With trembling fingers, Pam opened 
the envelope and pulled out several glossy photographs. She gasped when 
she saw the first one.

It was Jack, naked! Anna knelt in front of him, her lips pressed 
obscenely to the tip of his rigidly erect penis!

She looked at another. Anna was sprawled lewdly in a chair, her legs 
hooked up over the arms, and Jack was approaching, his cock hard and 
enormous, heading straight for her wide-open genitals. In the next one, 
he had buried his huge cudgel part-way up inside Anna's vagina, and 
from the look of ecstasy on her face, she was enjoying it very much.

Pam felt suddenly sick. Unable to look at any more of the pictures, she 
let several of them fall to the floor from her nerveless fingers. 
Gathering her strength, she quickly bent to pick them up. All right ... 
I'll pay you for them. But I'll have to write you a check."

"Just as long as it doesn't bounce," Max said cheerfully, grabbing the 
photographs back.

Pam went into the other room to get her checkbook. She had already 
looked inside the envelope and was relieved to see that the negatives 
were included. She had heard of people who had paid for things like 
this---paid blackmail---and then had the negatives held back. She 
quickly wrote a check, realizing she'd have to beat Max to the bank so 
she could transfer some money from her savings to her checking account. 
It does pay to have money sometimes, she thought as she wrote the word 
"thousand" on the check.

Coming back into the living room, Pam handed the check to Max and then 
reached for the pictures.

"I don't know about all this," Max said, pulling the envelope back just 
out of her reach.

"I've paid you ... give me the envelope!" Pam said, her voice becoming 
a little desperate.

"I-I just don't know," Max said. "This seems too much like, well ... 
blackmail. Do you think this is right?"

"What kind of game are you playing?" Pam asked in desperation. "We made 
a deal. Give me those pictures!" She tried to grab the envelope from 
Max, but he easily held her off. My God he's strong! she found herself 
thinking.

"No ... I just can't do it," Max said, tearing up the check in front of 
Pam's unbelieving eyes. With horror she watched the tiny pieces of 
colored paper drift to the carpet.

There goes Jack's future, she thought, knowing she didn't have the 
strength to get the photos away from Max by force. "Oh, please, don't 
use those pictures against my husband," she begged, thoroughly shaken.

"Well, maybe there's another way out," Max said solemnly.

"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her again. "Do 
you want cash?"

"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam. You may not realize this, but I'm a 
religious man. I read the Bible a lot---that's why I turned down the 
money." Max was intently watching Pam's face, thoroughly enjoying the 
fear and apprehension his words were writing across its lovely 
features. God, it's ... it's like taking candy from a baby, he thought 
gleefully.

"Yeah, I read the bible, and I bet you do too. Remember that part, 'an 
eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, or ... a cunt for a cunt!"

Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was driving at. 
He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!

"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled. "Your old 
man fucked my woman ... I'm gonna fuck his!"

"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.

"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your husband's boss."

Pam felt trapped. It would have been a lot easier for her to refuse and 
order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried to pay him for 
the pictures. Doing that, she had firmly instilled in her mind the 
overriding importance of getting control of the evidence that could 
cost Jack his beloved job. If her mind hadn't been so rattled, she 
might have remembered that just a few days ago she had felt that the 
best thing for Jack would be to get out of the office and away from 
that evil old man who was slowly corrupting his ideals. But, hurt and 
confused by the visual evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman 
she had thought her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the 
frightened young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.

"I ... I ..." she stammered, trying to find some other way out.

"Good, That means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.

"Nooooo. I mean ... I don't know ..." Pam said haltingly.

"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage. "I got an 
appointment already with that old bastard. So make a decision ... now!"

Pam stood, swaying irresolutely. "I'll do it!" she said suddenly, not 
letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her words.

"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile. "Your husband fucked Anna in 
the living room. You want it here, too?"

"N-No," she said in a weak voice. "We ... we'll use the bedroom." She 
had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was further away, and 
would use up some more time ... put off the horrible or, deal she knew 
that lay ahead. She looked at Max with revulsion, wondering how she was 
going to be able to let him touch her body, when she already hat 
trouble enough with her husband. She hated the triumphant leer on his 
coarse features as his hungry eyes took in the body he knew would soon 
be his to do with as he wanted.

Max was happy. He'd been successful again in his favorite pastime---
blackmail. But, where other blackmailers went after money, he went 
after pussy. That was how he'd gotten Anna, and now, he thought, I'm 
gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little blonde bitch! Max's eyes 
sweeped appreciatively over Pam's shrinking figure, as she stood 
helplessly before him. For the past few minutes he had been hungrily 
watching the exciting way that her large, full breasts bounced and 
jiggled, braless under her skimpy haltertop. Well, what the hell! he 
thought. Broads that dress that way deserve to be flicked, teasing men 
until they think they're gonna shoot off in their pants!

"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him. "Let's make it 
to the bedroom."

Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards her, Pam 
found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and Jack's! She 
had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly exposed breasts, as if 
she still believed she could protect herself from this huge, grinning 
man to whom she'd already promised her body.

"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes, or shall I 
do it for your" Max grated out, obviously eager to get started. Pam 
couldn't move. It had been a lot easier, there in the other room, to 
promise this brute what he wanted. But to actually take her clothes off 
in front of him ...! Pam just couldn't do it!

"Okay, if that's the way you want it ..." Max said, and he suddenly 
lunged toward her. Pam tried to slip away, but he was surprisingly fast 
for so big a man. His big meaty hand locked on the front of her halter-
top and pulled hard. Pam was jerked forward when the strong material 
refused to tear, but the catch behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave 
of cold air over her upper body and found herself standing naked to the 
waist, her bare breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.

Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found herself 
panting. At first she thought it was from fear, but bit by bit the 
stunning realization came to her that it was something else entirely.

She was sexually excited.

With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt a hot 
trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down, she saw that 
her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool air that played 
over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!

What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body already 
knew.

She wanted to he raped!

Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking place 
somewhere deep in her psyche. That unbreakable stone wall that had 
always stood between her and full sexual release was slowly crumbling, 
as she stood there, helpless and partially naked before a brute of a 
man who intended to use her body for his own pleasure whether she 
wanted him to or not. Hating herself every moment, Pam felt the last of 
her defenses crumble. She was helpless to move, and stood docilely 
while Max quickly stripped her white shorts and underpants from her 
quivering body. She was naked before him, this near-stranger, but 
instead of shame, she felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that 
told her that her passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body 
for what she knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting 
it to happen.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously. He stepped 
forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him all. She was 
breathing heavily. Her eyes were shining strangely, her face was 
flushed. He might still have been able to pass it off as fear, but for 
one thing ...

The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating strongly from 
her shapely loins.

"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly able to 
believe what was happening. He stared at the lovely young woman 
standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip-tilted 
breasts, her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at the tips, 
blending in with the creamy smoothness of the luscious twin orbs. His 
gaze flickered lower, over her visibly shivering belly, and then down 
to the sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic hair that barely covered 
the full fleshy lips of her cunt. Her legs were slightly parted, and he 
could clearly make out where her vaginal juices were already slightly 
darkening her golden pussy-fur.

Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe. And she wants me to 
fuck her! Not wanting to waste another moment, Max began to struggle 
out of his clothes. His cock was already hardening, and he had trouble 
working his shorts over the stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds 
he was standing completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking 
higher with every heartbeat.

My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared, hypnotized, at his 
immense rod of flesh. So much bigger than Jack's. How can a woman take 
a thing like that inside her without being split in two? she wondered 
in sudden fear. She felt covered with guilt as she stood there, naked 
before this near-stranger, her body crying out to be taken by him, and 
used in any way he saw fit. Unable to understand why she felt this way, 
Pam was unable to effectively battle it. All her life, in ways both 
subtle and obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act 
that carried pain and suffering with it. That had always been in the 
back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief 
experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen those 
feelings. Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a dark, hidden 
part of her mind had screamed guilt at her. Instinctively she had 
pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow 
diminished her responsibility.

But now it was different. There was no question of her going willingly 
into this act. She was being forced! Freed of the guilt of willfully 
choosing what her soul believed to be inescapably evil. Pam was 
suddenly freed from her obsession, and her body, long starved of the 
natural reactions of love, was reacting powerfully. Oh, God, rape me! 
Rape me! it was crying, and her mind could no longer turn off its 
burning need. Pam had no conscious knowledge of all this. All she knew 
was that her senses were totally aflame. With a mixture of horror and 
hungry desire, she watched Max approaching nearer and nearer. Her loins 
burst into flame as she watched his blunt fingers working over the end 
of his mammoth organ, lewdly pulling back the thick rubbery foreskin to 
reveal the bloated purplish head beneath.

"Bet you never saw anything like this before," he gloated and Pam had 
to admit to herself that she never had. Jack's penis was big, but 
compared to Max's enormous weapon, it looked friendly and harmless.

"P-Please ..." she managed to gasp out, not sure herself what she was 
begging for.

"You bet, baby," Max leered, interpreting it his own way. Striding 
quickly up to Pam, he seized her trembling nude body in his powerful 
arms and crushed his lips to hers in a crude, wet kiss. Pam was aware 
of his thick hot tongue invading the inside of her cotton-dry mouth, 
but even more aware of his enormous cock, pressing painfully into her 
soft belly. Her legs turned to water and she went limp in her 
ravisher's arms.

"Too much for you, huh, baby?" Max grunted, keeping her from falling. 
Half-picking her up, he carried her over to the big double bed and 
dumped her unceremoniously on the bedspread with her torso-well up on 
the mattress, but her long shapely legs dangling over the edge. Pam was 
aware that her thighs were spread shamelessly opens baring her seething 
genitals to Max's fascinated gaze, but she felt too weak to move.

Almost reverently, Max knelt between the panting young blonde's lewdly 
spread legs, his gaze never leaving her nakedly displayed cuntal slit. 
The soft blonde pubic hair formed a thin golden screen over the 
quivering pink flesh beneath, and reaching forward he slowly pushed the 
soft tendrils out of the way. Christ, what a cunt! he thought with 
enthusiasm, his hungry eyes drinking in Pam's glistening inner slit, 
gleaming wetly behind the outer protection of her full fleshy pussy 
lips. Got to touch it.

His thick fingers reached forward again, fondling Pam's half-hidden 
genitals. She shivered as she felt his hands on her most secret parts, 
knowing she should resist, do her utmost to stop this man from taking 
what by right should belong only to her husband. She felt her legs 
twitch in reaction as Max's groping fingers titillated her obscenely 
responding cuntal flesh.

I wise he'd get it over with, her mind screamed silently, driven by her 
body's hunger. Her vagina throbbed wildly, begging for something to 
fill its aching void, wondering why Max was taking so long to shove his 
rummaging fingers up inside the hot needing hole.

But Max had other ideas. Placing a thumb on each fat, lightly furred 
pussy lip, he slowly drew them apart, completely revealing the 
glistening pink trench below. God, what a cunt! he enthused again, his 
eyes roving up and down the moisture-gleaming slit, studying the slowly 
palpitating opening to Pam's obviously eager vagina, then looking up 
slowly to her tiny knobbed clitoris, one of the smallest and most 
tender-looking he'd ever seen.

A man'd he crazy to just go ahead and fuck a tender little pie like 
that, he thought in awe. It looks sweet enough to eat! And unable to 
hold himself back any longer, he suddenly buried his head far up 
between Pam's helplessly spread thighs, slithering his hot wet tongue 
as far up into her dripping pussy-slit, as far as it would go.

Pam's whole body jerked in wild reaction. Horrified, frightened, she 
stared down unbelievingly at the bristly, graying, crew-cut head 
protruding so obscenely from between her futilely kicking legs. Max was 
gripping her thighs with his powerful hands, his stubby fingers digging 
cruelly into the soft white flesh, holding her a prisoner on the bed 
while his sucking mouth ravished her outraged tender genitals.

Ooahhhhh ... no ... no ... no ...! her tortured mind screamed, 
remembering how she had rebelled when Jack attempted to do the same 
thing to her. But now it was different. The struggling young wife knew 
that there would be no way to get Max to stop this unspeakable act. He 
would laugh at her if she begged him not to, and he was clearly too 
strong a man for her to be able to throw him off her violated body.

Then something snapped in the writhing girl's mind. Perhaps the 
realization that there was nothing at all she could do to stop the 
shameful act that Max was performing on her vainly resisting body, for 
the first time in her life gave her the freedom to just lie there and 
let it happen. With a hopeless sob, she let her head fall limply back 
on the bed, and her body went slack, no longer fighting.

And to her amazement, what Max was doing to her began to feel good! It 
began slowly at first, with her tired mind aware only of the hot 
wetness of Max's slavering mouth against her defenselessly open cunt. 
Then he suddenly stabbed the tip of his hot lingual muscle against the 
cowering tip of her clitoris, and Pam felt as if the tiny little button 
were a switch that suddenly flooded her loins with a blindingly hot 
burst of electricity.

"Uunngghhhhh," she grunted helplessly, her entire body shuddering in 
response. Her eyes opening wide in amazement, Pam lay gasping on the 
bed, trying to get her breath back, when Max did it again, and this 
time Pam's back arched off the bed with the shock of his lingual 
caress. She was afraid to make a sound, afraid to speak, holding 
rigidly still, waiting for the next bolt of white hot bliss to shoot 
through her suddenly receptive loins. My God! she thought in awe, what 
have I been missing? She found out, as Max, becoming aware of Pam's 
reactions above him, went to work with a will, madly running his tongue 
around and around her rapidly hardening clitoris, delighting in the hot 
musky taste of her suddenly responding pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Pam moaned, unable to keep silent a moment longer. 
With a shock, she found that her body was beginning to move on its own. 
Slowly her hips started to make tentative movements up toward Max's 
hotly ravening mouth, revolving in little half-circles. Max guided her 
with his hands, clutching her firmly by the thighs, pulling her 
dripping snatch tighter against his bristly face.

I shouldn't be doing this! Pam said desperately to herself, trying to 
fight down the wild sensations that Max was licking into her suddenly 
abandoned young body. But, my God, it feels sooooo good! Realizing 
there was nothing she could do to stop Max, anyway, Pam gave up the 
fight, and for the first time in her life, her body was suddenly left 
alone with the promise of total pleasure. Her hips suddenly snapped to 
his delightfully licking mouth. Max grunted in surprise, afraid for a 
moment that she had snapped something in his neck with her unexpected 
lunge. But quickly realizing that Pam had surrendered, that she was now 
totally his to do with as he wanted, the big man grinned lewdly, 
momentarily taking his mouth from Pam's twitching loins.

"Oh, Christ, don't stop!" she suddenly cried out, feeling a cold wash 
of air over her deserted cunt. "Keep licking, keep licking!"

"You bet, baby," Max said with a chuckle, and once again dived head-
first into Pimps quaking cunt. This time he circled her tenderly 
shuddering clitoris with his lips and began to suck, nipping at the 
tender bud with his teeth. Pam went out of her mind, all pretense gone 
now. Her stomach muscles writhed and rippled under her velvety skin, as 
her hips twisted and bucked under Max's expert mouthing. Her long sleek 
legs thrust straight out, waving wildly in the air, her toes clenching 
spasmodically. Max looked up, still sucking, trying to see his willing 
young victim's face, catching glimpses of it between her voluptuous 
breasts, which thrust up from her slender torso like rose-capped snowy 
mountain peaks from his vantage point down between her tightly tensed 
thighs. Wanting to possess those superb breasts, Max reached up with 
both hands, sinking his fingers into the twin white mounds, feeling the 
soft resilient flesh give under his harsh touch. Cruelly he tweaked the 
budding nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making Pam moan 
with blissful pain.

God, this hot little hitch is going to drown me, Max thought as the hot 
pussy juices flowed thickly out of Pam's madly excited vagina. Wanting 
to taste the spicy current, Max moved his mouth lower down Pam's hot 
slippery slit, forming his tongue into a sharp-pointed spear and 
thrusting it far up inside her wets slick inner tunnel.

"Uuuunnnnnnhhhhhh," Pam moaned above, and she instantly started to 
climax. Her slender white thighs damped desperately around Max's 
obscenely buried head, holding it tight against her spasming cunt. 
Struggling for air, Max was acutely aware of Pam's vagina, flowering 
open, rhythmically clamping around his thrusting tongue, trying to draw 
it up inside the hotly pulsing tube. He struggled to break free, unable 
to breathe, but Pam's passion-maddened legs were too strong, holding 
him in a death-grip. At last Max was able to work his nose free of the 
moaning girl's slippery pink cunt-flesh and he gratefully drew in big 
lung-fulls of air. Pam was off on her own now, her beautiful nude body 
rocking and twisting on the disordered bedspread, her long slender 
fingers plucking desperately at Max's short hair, trying to get a grip 
and hold him in tight to her gushing loins. She was in the middle of 
the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced, flying high, her body 
and mind finally free of the crippling inhibitions that had muted her 
sexual response all her life. She felt as if a powerful explosive had 
gone off inside her, somewhere far up inside her normally tightly 
clenched belly, smashing through a wall of fear and guilt, destroying 
it forever. She would have never permitted herself to let go this much 
with Jack, not up to now, but with Max it was different. He could never 
really reach the deeper parts of her psyche, and free of the threat of 
involvement, the seemingly frigid young woman had at last been able to 
eradicate her inhibitions.

She was FREE!

Pam groggily came out of the last throes of her mind-shattering orgasm, 
surprised to feel, although it was over, that she was still floating 
ever so high. The powerful spasm of release had lifted her to the 
heights, and her body wasn't ready to come down yet.

"Oh, God!" she begged. "Please ... for God's sake ... put your cock in 
my cunt and fuck me with it!" Pam could hardly believe that these lewd 
and shameful words were being uttered by her, and that even worse, she 
meant them! But there was no denying that her pussy was on fire, 
burning with need, merely tantalized by Max's tongue, which had 
slithered a little way up inside. No, that hotly throbbing tunnel 
needed more, she knew. It needed a man's hard, ready cock!

Max stared down at the moaning, begging, pleading girl with awe. He had 
risen to his feet, his face shining lewdly with her copious orgasmic 
juices and was staring unbelievingly down at the totally abandoned 
young wife as she writhed in need and desire on the bed, shamelessly 
opening her long, shapely legs to him. God, I knew she had a hot streak 
buried somewhere in her, but this Is unbelievable! The first time he'd 
met Pam, Max had detected the hidden fires that smoldered under her 
meek, inhibited manner, and he had vowed to bring it to the surface---
for his own pleasure. But the speed with which the quiet, timid 
housewife had changed into the wild wanton thrashing below him on the 
bed, begging him to fill her needfully seething belly with his hard, 
throbbing cock, amazed even the experienced, cynical Max.

"Okay, cunt," he crowed in triumph, "I got just what you want here," 
and seizing his swollen organ in his hand, he advanced on the bed, 
brandishing it like a weapon.

"Oh, yes," Pam moaned in happy expectation, watching the big shaft 
being mauled and squeezed between Max's eager fingers. "Put it in me 
... fill my cunt with it ... fuck me until I howl!"

Yes, that would do it! Pam thought excitedly. God, how I need it! She 
felt like a totally different person, waking up after a long sleep, 
finally realizing who she was. She was sorry that it had to be Max who 
had at last tripped the switch that fully turned her body on to the 
endless possibilities of sexual pleasure, but she wasn't about to look 
a gift horse in the mouth. There would be plenty of time with Jack 
later, and after all, he owed her one, after sleeping with Anna. She 
almost giggled, knowing how surprised he would be when he discovered 
the change in her. I'll eat him alive! she thought with delight.

But right now the most important thing to the heavily breathing girl 
was to have her aching cunt filled with that obscenely big rod of 
Max's. She kept her eyes on the thick shaft, wondering how it would 
feel up inside her hotly seething belly, sliding over the entrance to 
her wildly aroused womb. Well, she'd soon know.

Eagerly Pam scrambled higher up on the bed, bending her knees, holding 
them far apart to make herself ready for Max, planting her feet firmly 
on the bedspread. She felt his heavy body slip in between her sensitive 
thighs, and then a moment later, the unmistakable feel of his bullet-
shaped cock-head, pressed against her fleshy outer vulva.

Keeping her eyes closed, Pam could pretend it was someone else who was 
about to fuck her, but right now the only thing that really mattered 
was the hard male penis that was going to fill up her hungry cunt. She 
felt Max wedge the broad tip between her obligingly wet pussy lips and 
slip inside the hot wet slit that his mouth had so recently licked 
delight into. That's right, she thought, get it good and wet! as she 
felt the spongy knob rub up and down her quivering gash, coating itself 
with her slippery pussy juices. Then it was at the entrance to her 
eagerly welcoming vagina, prodding at the strong muscular opening, 
demanding admittance.

That was when the truth began to dawn on Pam. Driven by her passion, 
her eyes had been bigger than her cunt. From the feel of the huge cock-
tip pressing powerfully against her vaginal opening, she knew that 
there was going to be trouble. The pressure increased, and she could 
sense the rubbery head of Max's monster cock flatten and change shape.

But it didn't slide up inside, as she had hoped.

Oh, my God, in just too big! she realized with sudden awareness. It'll 
never fit up inside me! But she knew that it was too late now. Opening 
her eyes in sudden fear, she saw Max looking down at her with insane 
lust. It would be impossible to stop him from plunging his bloated rod 
up into her defenseless body ... already he was pushing harder, 
stretching the tender opening to her vagina ...

"Stop! Stop ... it hurts!" Pam suddenly shrieked as a blinding sheet of 
pain shot through her agonizingly stretched genitals. But it was no 
use. With a mindless smile, Max continued the terrible pressure, and 
Pam shoved the edge of a pillow in her mouth, biting down hard, trying 
to fight the pain. She felt herself give a little, as her vaginal 
muscles stretched to a point she would never have believed possible, 
and Max was partly up inside her pain-ravished cunt.

Grinning like an imbecile, Max stared down at the lovely blonde girl 
writhing in pain below him. To him, her agonized struggles were as 
exciting as if she had been moaning with pleasure. He ran his hands 
hotly over her iron-hard stomach, the muscles tight as bowstrings as 
her body futilely tried to fight off the impalement he knew was 
inevitable. He looked greedily down to where his blunt, blood-suffused 
cock jutted obscenely from between Pam's full, fleshy cuntal lips, just 
the head disappearing up inside her tightly clenched vagina. He 
grinned, and applying more pressure, he saw the huge fleshy shaft slide 
up inside another few inches, pulling her outer pussy flesh with it, 
driving it up into the shuddering hole that was so vainly resisting 
him.

Pam desperately reached down and tried to push Max's muscular loins 
away from hers, at the same time trying to withdraw her hips down into 
the mattress, cringing away from his insistently digging ram. The pain-
racked girl thought she was going to pass out from the agony of his 
iron-cored rod mercilessly invading her impossibly stretched insides, 
but she clung to consciousness, afraid of what he might do to her if 
she couldn't fight back.

Finally Max could stand it no longer. His fingers roamed over Pam's 
cunt-lips, then reached below where his cock was half-buried in her 
tight-stretched body, fondling her agony-tensed ass-cheeks. He had to 
be all the way up inside this gorgeous cunt!

With a grunt, Max flicked his heavy hips forward, sending his painfully 
throbbing cock thundering the rest of the way up into Pam's agonized 
cunt.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked in agony no longer able to keep 
herself under control. She felt his pubic bone thud against hers, and 
knew that at last he couldn't slam himself any further up into her 
crudely violated body.

Both Max and Pam held completely silent for several seconds ... he, 
because he was temporarily paralyzed by the bliss of finally having his 
cock surrounded by Pam's tight vagina; and she, because she was afraid 
that if she moved, something would tear inside her. She was painfully 
aware of every inch of Max's mammoth organ up inside her unbelievably 
stretched cunt. She held her breath, drawing her diaphragm up and away 
from where Max was filling her lower body. Then she felt him shift his 
weight.

"Please ... please, no more," she begged, knowing that it would do no 
good.

"Not a chance, baby," Max grinned down at her. "You asked me to fuck 
you, and that's just what I'm going to do." More experienced than Pam, 
accustomed to ramming his huge organ into futilely squirming female 
bodies, he knew that a healthy vagina could get used to almost 
anything. "If you stop whining and start trying to relax, you'll be 
better off," he promised her, as he slowly began to rock his body back 
and forth, moving his tightly trapped cock in her aching cunt, just a 
little at a time, trying to make it as slippery as he could with Pam's 
inner juices.

She tensed at first, afraid of being hurt, but his words made sense---
and there was nothing she could do to stop him, anyhow. Willing herself 
to relax, Pam was surprised how quickly the agonizing pain turned to 
discomfort, and the discomfort to pleasure. By the time Max was slowly 
moving his swollen cock its whole shuddering length in and out of her 
relieved vaginal channel, Pam found herself able to make her own first 
tentative movements of sexual response. Experimenting, she daringly 
opened herself up to one of Max's powerful thrusts, raising her hips up 
off the bed.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned in delight as the fires once again started to 
burn high up between her slowly writhing legs. She felt the huge 
rubbery organ, with its rock-hard core, slowly spread her pussy lips 
and slide up the now pleasurably throbbing inner channel, rushing in 
one smooth stroke up past the tender opening to her cervix, filling her 
churning insides with unbelievable presence.

"Fuck me, you rotten bastard," she snarled. "Use that Goddamned thing 
like you knew what it was for." Hating Max, and at the same time loving 
what he was doing to her powerfully responding body, the last of her 
inner restraint disappeared like a puff of smoke. She made no 
pretenses. Moaning and panting, Pam threw herself wholeheartedly into 
their mutual act of lust. She dug her toes into the mattress and thrust 
up hard, half-lifting Max from the bed, grinding her groin tightly 
against his, welcoming his hard rod deep up into her hot, gushing body.

Max responded with glee. Bracing himself on his knees, the big man 
lengthened his strokes and began to pound relentlessly into the excited 
girl below, knocking the breath from her with each wild lunge. He could 
see her face this time, and eagerly watched the expressions flickering 
over its sex-tortured features each time he drove into her wetly 
accepting cunt. She no longer looked like a lady. Her bright red lips 
were drawn back over her perfect teeth in a half-snarl of primitive 
desire. Her eyes glowed deeply behind her long thick lashes, the 
normally blue irises almost purple in her passion. Her head was 
twisting wildly from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to whip 
about her face and spread over the pillow in a golden flood.

"Fuck, piss, shit!" Pam moaned, a lifetime's accumulation of 
inhibitions flooding out of her subconscious mind in a stream of dirty 
words. "Fuck me! Screw me! Make me cum! Shoot your hot jiz right up 
into my guts!" she urged. Turned on by the lewd words coming from the 
supposedly innocent girl beneath him, Max felt himself becoming more 
excited. Looking down at his enormous cock at it slithered relentlessly 
in and out of Pam's now wide-open cunt, he could actually see it grow 
in size as his climax neared. Pam's wet, hair-fringed pussy clung 
lewdly to his rampaging shaft, her tender blonde pubic hair sticking to 
the gleaming shaft as it started its next plunge, being driven far up 
inside her gushing insides as the long thick shaft disappeared far up 
into her lush flesh.

Max could tell that Pam was about to cum, too, from the way that her 
stomach muscles were tightening, but she seemed to be having trouble. 
She struggled wildly, obviously on the brink, and Max helped her over 
the edge by suddenly pressing his fist into her lower belly, forcing 
her inner parts down onto the deeply thrusting head of his cock.

Pam felt as if she had burst inside. Wild lights flashed in her brain 
in a kaleidoscope of color as her body completely surrendered itself to 
her second orgasm. Her body arched back in a bow, her fingers and toes 
curling spasmodically in age-old reflex. She was gone---totally lost in 
an inner world of spinning suns and galaxies, her body twitching and 
shuddering under Max's ponderous weight.

In turn, Max's impending ejaculation was touched off by Pam's spasming 
cunt, contracting in wave after wave, nibbling hungrily on his 
enormously swelling cock. It was slow in coming, and he felt as if 
Pam's pumping body was drawing the sperm right up from his drum-tight 
balls.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he roared, feeling the first hot jets spouting 
the length of his shuddering rod. He rammed himself as deep as he could 
into Pam's obligingly open body, wanting to fill her tender young belly 
with his steaming seed. In the last throes of her own orgasm, she 
thrust her legs high in the air on either side of his body, holding 
them straight and trembling as her quivering womb drank up the last of 
his passion. A thick flood of their combined cum gushed back out from 
where their loins were obscenely locked, flooding down sweat-slippery 
bodies to drip in thick ropes onto the bedspread below.

With one last sobbing gasp, Pam's body arched into the last of her 
climax, her cuntal muscles squeezing his depleted cock almost 
painfully. Then she collapsed back onto the sperm-soaked bed, gasping 
for air, her body completely limp. Max fell forward, his bristly head 
pillowing into her still-swollen breasts as he fought to get his own 
breath back. They were both aware when his shrinking cock slipped wetly 
from her still-gently working vagina and trailed down into the crack 
between her ass-cheeks.

"Baby, can you ever fuck," Max said to the tired girl.

Pam forced herself to open her eyes and look up into his coarse, 
grinning face. I wish it had been someone else, she thought unhappily, 
remembering the way that she had given herself to this brutal man. 
Despite the delight that her body had felt, she still resented the way 
he had forced her to make love to him. She knew he wished nothing but 
harm to her and Jack.

JACK!

For the first time Pam realized fully what she had done.

She'd been unfaithful with another man!

It didn't matter, she knew, that Jack had done so first. Husbands were 
expected to he unfaithful, but with a woman it was another matter---it 
always had been and always would, the distraught young woman thought, 
convincing herself of her own wrong-doing. And the man with whom she 
had committed this unforgivable act was still lying on her sex-slippery 
body, as if he had a right to be there.

"Get out!" she hissed between her teeth.

"Huh?" Max said with surprise.

"Get out, you filthy beast! Get out of my house!" she screamed. The 
surprise on Max's face gradually hardened and turned to anger. Why, 
this arrogant young cunt! He'd turned her on like she'd never been 
turned on before, and this was how she was treating him!

"Okay, bitch," he said coldly. "So you think you're too good for old 
Max. Well, we'll see about that soon enough---some day you'll beg me to 
stay, but I know when I'm not wanted." He stood up, and looked down to 
where a long thread of cum was dangling from his now-shrunken cock. 
"I'm gonna go home and wash your pussy-smell off me." He quickly pulled 
on his clothes. "But I'll be back," he snarled at Pam. "Back to play 
some more games with your precious little cunt." He scooped up the 
photos which Pam had left lying on the dresser.

"Wait!" she cried out. "Those are mine! You said if I ..."

"The bet's off, baby. You're gonna have to give old Max what he wants 
first, and you're a long way from it. You just lie here and feel 
superior, but I'll be back, and then we'll see what kind of tune you 
sing.

Pam had risen half up on her elbows, frightened by Max's wild face. She 
watched him go, taking the pictures with him, and suspected that her 
future happiness with Jack was going with him, too. The bedroom door 
slammed after him, and she was alone. Pam lay there, half-propped up, 
remembering the warm feel of the earth around the rose-bush. Had that 
happened this same morning? It seemed impossible to the stunned young 
housewife as she stared down at her blonde pubic hair, matted and 
sticky with Max Flaherty's thick congealing cum.



Chapter 5


Disgusted with the sight of her own lust-smeared body, Pam quickly got 
up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She took a long shower, 
slowly relaxing under the steaming jet of water.

Strange, I don't really feel, guilty, she thought as she carefully 
examined her conscience. What bothered her most was the fact that it 
was Max who had made love to her, a man she now loathed more than ever. 
As for the sex---well ... that was something that time had come due, 
she decided. She sensed from the subtly different way that her body 
felt that she had left behind her forever the old days of sexual strain 
and frustration. She had a new possession---her sensuality---and was 
grateful for its warm presence.

She had just re-entered the bedroom, slowly drying her nude body, when 
she realized that she wasn't alone. She clutched the towel to her 
nakedness, certain that Max had come back to bother her again, but saw 
that it was a woman.

Anna!

The two women stood, looking at one another silently for what seemed a 
long time to Pam.

"Max told me what happened," Anna finally said. When Pam made no reply, 
she added, "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be," Pam replied briskly. How did she get in? she 
wondered. Max must have left the front door open. Pam found it hard to 
look directly at Anna. She remembered the photographs---Anna's mouth on 
Jack's cock, and the look on her face when Jack was fucking her.

"I-It wasn't like you think," Anna said haltingly, which sounded 
strange coming from the usually self-assured woman. "Max told me about 
the pictures later. I didn't know he was there."

"You don't have to tell me any of this," Pam said, her manner strained 
and cool. "I think I understand."

"But you don't!" Anna suddenly cried. "Max made me do it!" She moved a 
step closer. "Max told me how he forced you to ... give in to him ... 
because he blackmailed you. Well, he did the same thing to me. He ... 
he has something on me that lets him make me do anything he wants. I 
had to make love to Jack!"

Pam's reserve finally cracked. Seeing Anna humiliating herself, the 
younger woman felt a quick rush of sympathy. Impulsively she opened her 
arms to Anna, but to Pam's surprise, it was she who suddenly broke 
down, sobbing bitterly, her head pillowed on the older woman's 
shoulder. Her emotions, shattered by the shocking events of the 
morning, suddenly fell in shreds.

Anna led Pam to the bed, patting her on the head and saying soothing 
words. Pam's towel had fallen to the floor and she was totally naked, 
but paid no attention to it in her upset mental condition. Unheeding, 
she let Anna help her to stretch out on the stained and rumpled 
bedspread, grateful for the way the other girl was sympathetically 
stroking her sob-shaken body.

How nice her hands feel, Pam found herself thinking. Her sobs slowly 
diminished, and she looked up with gratitude at her rediscovered 
friend.

"You just lie there and relax. You've had one hell of a day," Anna said 
quietly.

Glad to have someone to depend on after what she had been through, Pam 
closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the delight of Anna's cool 
fingers, smoothing her brow. It seemed very natural when those same 
fingers slipped soothingly down her cheeks and onto her throat and 
shoulders, kneading away the tension.

"My God, your belly's tense as a board," Anna remarked, and then her 
hands were there, applying gentle pressure to the rigid muscles beneath 
the velvety skin. Pam flinched a little, not used to being touched by a 
woman, and she became suddenly very aware that she was totally naked, 
lying on her back, all her most secret parts bared to Anna's gaze. But 
that's stupid! she thought. Anna's doing her best to make me feel 
better.

That was true. But at the same time, Anna was becoming increasingly 
aware of Pam's nude beauty. Since the other girl's eyes were closed, 
Anna felt free to let her eyes roam unhindered over Pam's classic form. 
She paid particular attention to the silky golden triangle of pubic 
hair just a few inches below where her hand was slowly massaging Pam's 
rapidly softening belly. I'd like to touch that! she thought, but 
didn't dare---not yet.

Instead, a vague plan forming in her mind, she began to stroke higher 
up Pam's sleek torso, smoothing the flat of her palms soothingly up the 
now gently breathing girl's rib cage. Stroking higher each time, her 
fingertips began to make contact with the base of Pam's pin-nippled 
breasts, just a little at first, but in a very few minutes one hand 
moved right up and over one of the firm, upthrusting mounds, brushing 
the nipple lightly on the way.

Pam's breathing halted, and then let out with a little shudder. What's 
she doing? she thought drowsily. I should stop her ... but it feels so 
good! What harm can it do? Pam rationalized, taking the brief contact 
with her decidedly pleased breast as just another part of the wonderful 
caressing massage that Anna was giving her. So she didn't say anything 
when it happened again, nor later, when Anna openly began to rub both 
of her rapidly awakening twin mounds. It wasn't until she realized that 
Anna was paying particular attention to her palpitatingly hard nipples 
hat Pam's eyes flew open in sudden realization.

"Oh!" Pam exclaimed, looking up into the other woman's eyes. Her breath 
caught in her throat as she saw the look of tender affection on Anna's 
face. Affection, and ... Pam didn't dare think what else might be 
there. "Anna?" she said in confusion.

"Shhhhh," Anna said gently, and by now her hands were once again 
gliding lightly up over Pam's throat and shoulders, so what was there 
to worry about? By the time Anna's knowing hands were once again on her 
breasts, Pam was past caring. A gentle warmth suffused her entire, 
lovingly stroked body. Too late she tried to warn herself that her 
libido was slipping past the point of no return. Her belly began to 
glow with desire for further stimulation.

And Anna was ready to give it to her! Though normally preferring men, 
Anna was definitely ambidextrous where sex was concerned, and in the 
past had made love to several women. But never to one this lovely, Anna 
thought in rising excitement, looking longingly down at her young 
friend's flawless body. Sensing that it was time, will to take a 
chance, she let her hands wander lower, over Pam's softly rounded 
belly, which now trembled noticeably under her expert touch, and then 
into the outskirts of her soft blonde pubic hair.

Pam's breath caught in her throat again, and Anna found herself holding 
her breath, too. Would Pam make her stop? The younger girl's hands 
started to rise up and seize Anna's wrists, but suddenly went limp and 
fell back on the bed.

Anna knew she had won.

Not giving the other woman time to think, she quickly slid her energy-
charged fingertips down over Pam's pubic mound, gently parting the 
puffy outer lips so that she could reach inside the already moistened 
pink slit that hid underneath. It was only a matter of a few minutes 
before Pam's body began to lose control. Slowly and dreamily her hips 
began to pump up against Anna's talented fingers.

What's happening to me? she wondered, but knew, even as she asked the 
question. Her body, completely turned on for the first time less than 
an hour ago, was begging for more, and the contrast between Anna's 
gentle, affectionate touch and Max's brutal, though exciting mauling, 
was a new delight that her previously denied flesh demanded to explore.

Then she felt Anna's wonderful fingers leave her hotly quivering 
genitals, and looked up in surprise to see the other woman struggling 
out of her clothes. "W-What?" she started to ask.

"It just seems ... obscene, for me to be dressed right now," Anna 
replied, her usually carefully modulated voice slightly out of control. 
Pam watched, enthralled, as her friend quickly undressed. She had seen 
few naked women since she had left high school, and had caught glimpses 
of some of the bolder girls undressing in the gym. She herself had 
always gone into one of the bathroom stalls to change into her gym 
costume like so many others. Holding her breath, she watched Anna's 
heavy, dark-tipped breasts spill free, jiggling excitedly as the lovely 
brunette struggled out of her skirt. Being more slender herself, Pam 
was entranced as Anna's more mature, full hips bloomed out of her 
lowering skirt and panties, exciting below her oval, satin-skinned 
belly.

Like a magnet Pam's eyes were drawn inexorably to Anna's darkly shaded 
pubic triangle, so unlike her own. She caught a glimpse of the pink 
gash beneath as Anna's full shapely thighs parted for a moment, and 
then the other woman was up on the bed with her, moving close.

"W-What are you going to do?" Pam asked, a bit frightened of the 
strange gleam in the other woman's eyes.

"I-I'm going to eat your pussy!" Anna said, her voice catchers in a 
suddenly dry throat. "Pam ..." There was a plea in the voice. "Pam ... 
I want to make you cum ... with my mouth!"

The young blonde could hardly believe her ears. This is going too far! 
her mind warned. This is LESBIANISM! But by now, Anna's seducing 
fingers were once again trailing fire through Pam's eagerly accepting 
pussy slit, prodding her painfully throbbing clitoris and even dipping 
slightly up inside her gently working vaginal mouth. The word "cum" was 
what finally won over Pam. Under Anna's hot touch she could sense the 
expert knowledge that would once again raise her to the heights. Why 
not? she thought in final acceptance. Everything else has happened to 
me today! Why not this?

Eagerly she spread her legs to make room for Anna to get at her 
suddenly raging-hot cunt. But the inexperienced Pam was surprised by 
the way that Anna positioned herself. Facing away from her, Anna 
straddled Pam's body, with her head poised ready above Pam's hungrily 
waiting snatch, while her own loins were poised directly over Pam's 
face, her knees on either side of Pam's golden head.

"Why ...?" Pam started to say' but her breath sucked in sharply as Anna 
suddenly blew a stream of warm breath across the moist trembling 
surface of her pussy-slit. My God! Pam thought with awe. If it feels 
that good when she just blows on it, what will ...?

"Uuuunnnnhhhh," she moaned as Anna lowered her head and, snake-like, 
darted her tiny pink tongue into the young blonde's red-hot slit. Pam's 
whole body twitched as liquid fire seemed to race through her loins. 
Her hips jerked up automatically, trying to press her pleasure-filled 
genitals closer to Anna's soft-checked face.

Within a few seconds, Anna had turned the innocent young housewife into 
a mass of quaking, shivering, moaning flesh, writhing below her on the 
bed while her hot tongue darted here and there inside her wide-open 
cunt. Pam was vaguely aware that Anna was saying something to her, but 
the other woman's words were hard to catch, muffled by the close 
contact of Pam's wet, slippery snatch. Then, finally, Anna jerked her 
mouth free for a moment and Pam finally understood her.

"God, do me, too!" Anna was begging. With a shock, Pam realized that 
she should have known. Of course! That's why Anna had positioned her 
own loins in such a way! Pam found herself staring up at Anna's brown-
furred cunt, just inches away from her own face. The outer lips were 
partially pulled open by the spread position of Anna's soft sleek 
thighs, and Pam could see that her companion was excited---glistening 
beads of lubricating juice shone like pearls all along the slit of 
Anna's warmly trembling cunt ... so close ... and Pam wondered for a 
moment if some of the slippery liquid was going to drip down onto her 
face.

I've been selfish, she thought. I should be willing to pay Anna back 
for what she's doing to me. But ... can l? Pam swallowed nervously as 
she stared up at the quivering, wet, hair-fringed slit above, and 
remembered how sickened she had been at the thought of Jack's mouth 
being pressed to her own seeping cunt. But now she knew how it felt, 
and that somehow changed things. Surely, the unbelievably good feelings 
that came from having someone lick and suck at the pussy must make it 
somehow acceptable! Pam suddenly realized that reason was an 
ineffective tool in such matters as Anna's lips suddenly closed around 
her erect little clitoris, sucking hard, and nearly brought her off the 
bed with delight.

"Oh, Anna," she breathed happily, and without any further hesitation 
reached up around Anna's expectantly quivering thighs and parted the 
other woman's thick outer pussy-lips. Glancing quickly up and down the 
scarlet, dew-drenched slit, Pam picked her target, and drawing Anna's 
gladly accepting loins down to her, buried her beautiful face deep 
between her friend's twitching legs, sampling for the first time the 
rich taste of fully aroused cunt-flesh!

The two women quivered and panted together on the big bed, their bodies 
a tangle of arms, legs, and obscenely displayed buttocks, their moans 
bubbling in the depths of one another's hot shuddering pussies, 
oblivious to everything but the wild delights of fully shared sex, 
unaware that surprised eyes were observing them through the partially 
open bedroom window.

It was Max! After he'd come out of the bathroom at home, he'd been 
surprised to find that Anna was gone. It took him a few minutes, but he 
soon enough figured out where she must be. Cursing, he crossed the 
street to Pam's house. I don't want those two cunts to get together and 
start comparing notes, he thought angrily. His hand was on the front 
door when he thought he heard strange sounds coming from the side of 
the house---moans, and choked sobs. Immediately identifying them as the 
sounds of a woman's sexual reaction, the big man quickly slipped toward 
a half-opened window and, peering cautiously in, saw Pam and Anna in 
the middle of their lewd female coupling.

For the love of God ... Can you beat that! he thought, gleefully 
watching the two women twisting together in passion on the bed. Old Max 
sure can pick em. Those two broads just can't stop! Feeling his cock 
growing in his pants as he eagerly watched the excitingly lewd scene 
going on only a few feet away, Max was tempted to break in on the two 
women and fuck them both, but then he got a better idea. Remembering 
how Pam had treated him, Max's small pale eyes took on an evil glint as 
he began to see the possibilities of completely humiliating her.

Leaving the side of the house, Max quickly went in his own front door. 
He looked up a number in the phone book and dialed, drumming his 
fingers nervously on the table-top while he listened to it ring.

"Hello," he said when it was finally answered. "Get me Mr. Hollister, 
please ... Jack Hollister." And then a moment later. "Jack? This is 
your neighbor, Max Flaherty. I think you'd better come home right away 
... yeah, that's right ... I think I got some bad news for you ... Yeah 
... it's your wife."

*  *  *

Pam knew she was going to cum, and thought she recognized the same 
signs in Anna. The other woman quivered above her, her hot, slick 
pussy-flesh swelling and tightening under Pam's enthusiastic licking, 
but excited as she was, Anna never let her own mouth break contact with 
Pam's needfully spasming little cunt. The young blonde felt the now-
familiar pressure building up in her belly, waiting for the final 
trigger, and Anna supplied it by splaying her tongue out flat and 
vigorously shaking her head, slithering its moist heat back and forth 
over Pam's delighted clitoris. Pam's back arched in final release, and 
wanting to make sure that she didn't shirk her duty to her friend, she 
gripped Anna's thighs tightly and pressed her mouth to the other 
woman's juicy snatch, sucking voraciously. As Pam drifted away on the 
wings of her own orgasm, she felt Anna's cunt begin to shudder and 
contract rhythmically, and a moment later the older girl's hot pussy-
juices came gushing wetly out, to run in a slippery stream down Pam's 
silky cheeks. The two women writhed and jerked together, moaning out 
the last of their orgasm, then finally fell into a sodden heap 
together, both exhausted.

Both were still trying to get their ragged breathing under control, 
shyly avoiding one another's eyes, when a stentorian roar filled the 
room.

"WHAT THE FUCK ...?"

Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully toward the 
figure that stood in the door.

"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband. He stood staring at the 
two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so recently his lover, 
unable to believe his eyes. And I thought it'd be impossible to get 
them in the same bed! he thought in stunned shock.

"My God!" he half-shouted. "Now I understand why you never came across 
with me!"

"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering what the 
next disaster could be.

"Why ... it's obvious!" Jack stammered. "I wanted to make love to you 
and all the time you were a ... LESBIAN!"

"No, Jack ... you don't understand it at all," Pam said desperately, 
knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young husband as he stood 
gaping at first her and then Anna.

"She's all right, sonny ... you got it all wrong," a heavy male voice 
boomed, and Max came into the room. "She's one of the hottest pieces of 
tail I've ever had." It took a moment for the full meaning of his words 
to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.

"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife. "You mean you ...?" He swung 
toward Max, his hands bunching into fists. Max's answer was simple. He 
made a grand gesture, linking Jack and Anna. "Tit for tat," he growled.

"Please, Jack," Pam broke in. "I had to do it. He-He had pictures of 
you and Anna. He was going to show them to J.B." Jack's eyes jerked 
back to Max, the color draining from his face.

"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice. For answer, Max handed 
him one of the photos.

"I got a lot more at home," he said. Jack stared for several seconds at 
the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless hand. He stared 
at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to get into gear, but 
its wheels were spinning. He had walked into an incredible scene, 
alerted by Max, watching his wife make love to another woman. And then 
to cap it off, he'd found out she'd been unfaithful with Max. It didn't 
matter what the reason was. Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's 
body was one of his most important possessions, something he was only 
willing to share on his own terms. His whole being cried out for 
vengeance against the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the 
big man holding those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with 
a word, where it counted most---at work!

Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's leering 
face, the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned his 
frustration on his nakedly crouching young wife.

"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl. "I'll bet it didn't take 
much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug little pants." 
Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her husband's cruel 
words.

"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember? When my 
promotion was at stake?"

"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice. "I-I ... he made me do it! "

"Sure!" he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Anna 
came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"

"Of course not," Pam said. "That was different. We ..."

"Sure," he said bitterly. "It's always different when you're with 
somebody other than me. Christ, all the times I wanted to eat your 
cunt, and ...

"Tastes like honey," Max broke in. There was a stunned silence from 
Jack.

"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you also let him 
do that to you?" Pam tried to answer but found that she couldn't. Slow 
tears trickled down her face as her world collapsed around her.

"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked viciously, slowly 
approaching his sobbing young wife, who was still crouched on top of 
the wildly disordered bed. All she could do was slowly shake her head 
in a general plea for understanding

"God, all the times I wanted to ..." He suddenly sprang forward and 
grabbed his wife by the arm. Is there anywhere you're still virgin?" he 
screamed. I'm going to find out! I'm going to make you wish you'd given 
me everything I ever wanted from yon"

Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to struggle 
with his belt. He jerked it open and a moment later his pants dropped 
in a heap around his feet. His other clothes followed and in seconds he 
was naked. My God, he's going to rape me ... in front of Max and Anna! 
she thought in horror, watching him massage his cock, which had already 
begun to harden in his rage and excitement. She tried to slip off the 
bed so she could run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and 
seized her by the arm. With fierce strength, he spun her around on the 
bed, forcing her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing 
over the edge, almost kneeling on the floor.

"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably haven't got 
around to using yet."

"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the truth.

"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the looks of 
it, it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel his strong 
hands, brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her tender little 
rectum.

"No!" she shrieked. "You can't! Your penis is too big to go in there! 
You'll split me in two!"

"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me." And he 
forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam felt the tender 
skin around her anus stretch painfully.

"Anna ... help!" Pam shrieked. Then her friend flew forward, trying to 
pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife. "You leave her alone, you 
cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn balls off!"

Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly Max's 
powerful hands flung Anna half across the room. "Mind your own 
business, cunt. Don't you know better than to interfere with a man and 
his wife?" He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam get what he felt 
was coming to her. Stuck-up bitch! he thought. Too good for Max 
Flaherty, is she? Well, we'll see what song she sings In a few minutes! 
He went over to Pam, and pinned her writhing torso to the bed, holding 
her a helpless prisoner before her husband's depraved attack.

"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to himself, staring 
at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking asshole. "Gotta open it up 
a little." He probed at the fear-tensed pucker with one finger, trying 
to worm it up inside.

"Stop ... stop ... it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the first harsh 
pressure against her tender nether parts.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on the rump 
with the flat of his hand. Pam yelped in new pain, a vivid red splotch 
spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek. Afraid of another blow, 
she forced herself to hold still while Jack ruthlessly worked one 
finger up into the cringing girl's pain-racked rectum. She bit her lips 
in agony while he busily slid his digit in and out, stretching the 
tight little hole. After a few strokes, she found the pain was just 
bearable, as she widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.

But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free hand, 
stroking it into hard readiness. When it finally jutted out from his 
strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward, lining the 
swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared anus.

"Ooohhhhh ... please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she begged. 
"I'll do anything else you want."

"You're fucking right, you will ..." Jack snarled, "after I fuck you in 
the ass. And the first thing you'll do is get me that promotion. J.B. 
made a deal with me." He let his words sink into his wife's unbelieving 
brain. "He said if I let him fuck you, he'll make me vice-president. Do 
you hear?"

Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief. My God! He's 
trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought in horror. To 
that dirty old man! At that moment, Pam's marriage dissolved around 
her, leaving her in total despair. It no longer mattered much to her 
what Jack was about to do. Everything else was ruined. Why not let him 
tear her body apart, too? She knelt in total subservience before her 
half-mad husband as he readied his final assault. Pam didn't make a 
sound as he began the terrible pressure that would inevitably end up 
with his rock-hard penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks. 
Stoically, she felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cock-
head drove relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.

But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock finally popped 
up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her rectum, filling her with 
a white-hot lance of unbearable pain. She thrashed wildly on the bed, 
struggling madly to get away as Jack relentlessly shoved further and 
further up into her twitching bowels. But it was hopeless. Max's heavy 
arms held her pinned prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her 
futile struggle.

When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's obscenely 
stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down at his swollen 
purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely young woman's white, 
softly swelling buttocks. His eyes bulging with excitement, the panting 
young husband was filled with an overwhelming sense of power and 
strength. This is how to treat the fucking hitches! he thought 
exultantly. Hurt 'em! Make 'em yell! All his life he had been searching 
for power, and here it was in its most perfect form---the ability to 
inflict pain on a weaker person! Jack lovingly drew his cock part way 
out of his wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some of her 
tender pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly 
pounded his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty 
shaft. She screamed again.

Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she could do 
nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room, heading for 
her house across the street, her mind screaming for her to find some 
way to stop her young friend's painful humiliation. She had darted 
inside the door and closed it behind her when she saw a letter lying on 
the floor beneath the mail slot. She would have passed it by, but 
something about it caught her eye.

It had her father's return address.

Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few lines.

"Dear daughter," it stated. "You know I don't like to interfere in your 
private life, but I've recently learned from a mutual friend that you 
are living with Max Flaherty. I think there are a few things you should 
know about that man." And then the letter went on, line after line to 
describe how, years ago, Max had committed a serious crime, a murder. 
Being under an obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the 
matter secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should 
know. All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had shown 
Anna.

But he had twisted the facts! It was Max who was guilty, not her 
father!

Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her father and 
brought the whole thing to his attention long ago. It would have saved 
her months of agony with Max. And it would probably have saved Pam as 
well.

But it's not too late! she thought excitedly. She started back out the 
door, but quickly got hold of herself. No point In lumping from the 
frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself. She found what she 
hoped was a secure hiding place for her father's letter, and then went 
to her room and began to paw through the back of a drawer.

She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with Max!

*  *  *

Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts. It wasn't 
the pain that brought her tears---that had diminished long ago. It was 
the despair of finally knowing what kind of man Jack was---a conniving 
opportunist who would stop short of nothing to further his ambitions---
even forcing his wife to become the unwilling mistress of a loathsome 
old man she despised. That and the humiliation. Pam knew what a 
spectacle she must make, held down by Max, her buttocks thrust 
obscenely into the air, her ass-cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly 
thrust his big member again and again up into her plundered asshole. 
Pam considered this moment the low point of her entire life, and the 
only thing she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock 
into her defenseless rear. That would almost certainly have killed her.

Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly into his 
blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum. He sank his fingers into 
the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-cheeks, savoring the 
sleek feel of her soft tender skin. He knew from the way his cock was 
growing and the tingling in his tightly drawn ball-sack that he was 
going to cum soon---going to shoot his hot load up into his whimpering 
little wife's guts. Things were going to be different from now on, he 
thought. This proud little bitch was going to lay down and beg for 
everything she got. She had defied him too long. Feeling ten feet tall, 
Jack dug his toes into the carpet and launched into the last few 
strokes that he knew would finally make him pop his nuts.

Pam also realized her husband was about to cum---fill her nether parts 
with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted. Knowing she had no 
choice but to take it, the humiliated young girl determined that she 
would not give her husband the satisfaction of reacting in any way to 
what he was doing to her. The pain was no longer a problem---it was 
more or less gone. But it had been replaced by a strange numbing 
feeling far up in her plundered body that Pam regretfully had to 
identify as pleasure---an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her 
inside out. I could cam this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned 
if I will! Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had his 
enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he held her 
down with his other hand. Max was enjoying himself in the only way he 
knew how.

The eyes of the two men met. They stared at one another for a long 
moment, and then Jack knew it was time. His awesomely swollen cock 
began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and he could feel his 
testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the hot sperm. Holding 
tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed into her for all he was 
worth, burying his cock to the hilt, flattening her ass-cheeks with his 
lean hard loins. As his boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs 
hitherto unused back passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the 
big man was cumming, too. His thick white cum shot out of the end of 
his wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her 
with its slippery wetness.

Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she had to 
fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her guts boiled 
with an obscene passion. I'll have to remember this, she thought 
bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like. She shuddered as 
Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and she wished she were 
able to wipe it away. She hated the man.

Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast shrinking 
cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass. She straightened up, stiff from 
being held down for so long, wincing at the double pain from her 
overused lower parts.

"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his dripping 
cock back in his pants. He went over to the dresser and picked up a 
bottle of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was raising it to his lips 
when the door flew open. Anna was standing in the opening, one hand 
half-hidden behind her back.

"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.

"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually. "Why, you want some, too?"

"No, Max. You've had all the fun with me you're going to have." She let 
a long pregnant pause pass. "I just got a letter from my father ... He 
told me everything." Max's face turned chalk-white, telling Anna 
everything she wanted to know. But still he tried to bluff it out.

"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking a 
menacing step towards her.

"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand. There was a gun in 
it.

"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step. The gun 
roared, deafening everyone in the room. The bottle in Max's hand 
shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass into the 
air.

" Fucking ... shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut by the 
glass. Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former slave's face 
and began to back away. "Now take it easy, baby," he said nervously, 
"take it easy."

"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything," Anna 
snarled. "But you and I are going down to the police station. I'm sure 
they'll want to talk to you ... about a little murder."

"No! You can't!" Max cried. "They'll hang me!"

"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.

"Wait!" Max pleaded. "Listen to me!" He was nearly groveling. "I'll 
make it worth your while. I'll give you money!"

"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing you burn, 
Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.

"Wait!" he said again, making one last try. He fished in his pocket 
with his good hand and held up a key. "You know that strong box in my 
room? This is the key to it, and inside there's a hundred thousand 
bucks in negotiable securities. It could be yours! You want to see me 
burn that much?"

A thoughtful look came over Anna's face. "A hundred thousand dollars?" 
she mused. "A person could go a long way on that."

Max tossed the key to her. "It's yours. You turn me in, you'll have to 
give it to the cops!"

"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said, keeping a 
careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.

Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between Anna and 
Max, their mouths hanging open.

Now Anna turned to Pam. "Get dressed," she ordered. "We're getting out 
of here."

"But ..." Pam started to say.

"But what? You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her chin at 
Jack. "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along with me." 
Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one last look at her 
husband, she began to pull on her clothes.

"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover. Now I know 
what kind of woman you are."

"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna laughed. 
"But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm no lesbian, or 
have you forgotten the other night. Sure, I like to eat a little pussy 
now and then, but it's men for me, all the way. That's why I'm 
splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with me. We're going somewhere 
far away from you two creeps, where I can show her what real men are 
like. Where she can forget gutless sadists like you two." Jack flushed, 
but the gun in her hand kept him silent.

"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.

"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied. "Max's hundred thousand will buy us 
everything new from scratch. Just let's march out the door and get 
started." Then she turned to the two men. "I'm going to bequeath you 
two to each other," she laughed. "Max has the goods on you at work, and 
you can have him nailed for murder. Have fun with each other." She 
backed out the door after Pam.

"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give me any 
trouble, I'll gut-shoot you." Then they were gone, leaving the two men 
alone.

They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other up, 
searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks in 
deepest.


Epilogue

The Mediterranean. The big white yacht swung lazily at anchor in a 
quiet cove. Terraced slopes stretched up to a rambling villa perched on 
a hillside. Two men and a woman sat on the sun-drenched deck, sipping 
tall iced drinks. Below them, a slender form shimmered beneath the 
hull, picking its way through an underwater tangle of brilliantly 
colored sea life. Bubbles rose, popping in the warm salty air, and the 
slender form followed them up, breaking the surface with a glittering 
spray of shining water drops. It was a girl. She swam over to the boat 
and waited, treading water, her golden hair spreading around her sun 
bronzed shoulders like a shining fan.

"Someone help me up," she called. One of the men, wavy haired, with 
blue eyes, went over to the rail and leaning down, offered her his 
hand. He hoisted her aboard in one easy movement. She was naked, and 
stood shivering for a moment as the sea-breeze hit her wet skin, water 
cascading down from the pink tips of her full, outthrusting breasts.

"Pam, you look cold," the man said, his heavily accented voice thick 
with desire. "Let's go below, and ... warm up."

"Nothing I'd like better, Giovanni," she murmured, and let him lead her 
down into the cabin. The other couple continued to sip their drinks, 
silently enjoying the warm sun, until a few minutes later the 
unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of passion floated up from 
the cabin.

"Does that give you any ideas?" the man asked the woman.

Anna Collins laughed. "I always have ideas like that, Pietro," she 
responded huskily, beginning to unfasten the buttons of her blouse. But 
she stopped a moment, amusement lighting up her face.

"What is it?" Pietro asked, his pants already off, baring his long 
rubbery cock.

"Nothing," she replied gaily. "Just remembering the two darling men who 
made all this possible ... so long ago." Her brow wrinkled in thought.

"I wonder if they've killed each other yet?"


The End
