Lady Caddy
by Boris Gross


CHAPTER ONE 

He was big. That was Heidi Anderson's first impression when she saw Bruce 
Gillie in the pro shop moments before the first round of the Arthur Williams 
Open began. The pro, all 200 pounds of him, was standing in the back of the 
ship flipping through a Playboy magazine. Heidi felt a rush of excitement at 
seeing a real live celebrity. Just a few moments before, she had been 
talking with one of her high school girl friends on the phone. Now Bruce 
Gillie was in the shop right before her eyes and she felt her nerves tighten 
up and her heart beat fast. 

Gillie's picture had been in countless magazines and she had formed a mental 
picture of him: big shoulders, thin waist and muscular thighs, all squeezed 
into a pale-blue golf shirt and a pair of double knit slacks. From behind 
the desk, she was amazed at his size and the graceful, easy way he carried 
himself. Even standing there, reading a magazine, he seemed athletic. She 
watched as Gillie uncovered the centerfold picture and turned the magazine 
vertically to fully appreciate the model's well-founded features. Gillie 
whistled at the picture and then chuckled. He was looking at the picture 
without the slightest feeling of self-consciousness. Heidi felt a tingle 
between her thighs. After all, she was only sixteen years old and her body, 
though well-tanned and athletically proportioned, hardly had the big breasts 
and well-curved thighs of the Playboy girls. 

In all honesty, Heidi was a sweet, attractive young girl, the kind of girl a 
golf pro remarked once, "... you'd want for your own daughter." She had a 
virginal beauty about her. Heidi's breasts were small, well-shaped globes 
capped off by large, pointed nipples. Her skin was smooth and flawless and 
her thighs trim and shapely. 

There were other nice things about Heidi too. Her cunt mound was nice and 
soft and just fit into the cup of your hand. It had a nice covering of curly 
blonde pubic hair. Her ass was as nice as her cunt was and gave a delightful 
sway when she walked. Unfortunately, her wholesome looks posed a threat to 
the boys in school who had hang-ups about fucking virgins. Actually, Heidi 
was not a virgin; a college boy had seduced her while on a camping trip. But 
Heidi refused to give in like some of the girls and drag her pussy around 
like a bitch dog in heat. She enjoyed sex and secretly wanted more of it. If 
only the right boy would come along, she often said. 

Bruce Gillie was chuckling again, this time at one of the jokes. Several 
minutes had passed since he had walked into the shop. He had hardly looked 
over at the counter. He seemed to be ignoring her. With everyone out at the 
first tee, Heidi felt awkward in the shop all alone with this well-known 
golfer who was engrossed in his magazine. She pulled back her shoulders and 
jutted her breasts out so the nipples showed up under her blouse. It was 
possible that Gillie had ducked into the pro shop not to buy anything, but 
just to get a few minutes of peace and quiet before strolling out to meet 
the press, and his fans and begin his round of golf. 

The adrenalin shot through Heidi's body. 

She might never meet Gillie unless she did something. It was silly being 
this close to a famous person and not at least saying hello. She was not an 
autograph hound, but she didn't like being ignored either. Gillie continued 
leafing through the magazine and Heidi could just barely make out the 
glossy, erotic photographs contained in the magazine. A soft, burning 
sensation glowed at the ends of her breasts, causing a sudden, warm wetness 
between her legs. 

She wanted to reach inside her pants and rub the soft pubic hair until the 
wetness went away and the tingling in her breasts subsided. But she 
couldn't, not with customers in the store. So Heidi leaned against the 
counter, pressing the firm wooden edge against her crotch and hoped that the 
tingle would go away. 

Suddenly Bruce Gillie opened the magazine and gave out a raucous laugh. 
"What a nice piece of tail," he chuckled. "I wouldn't mind sticking my cock 
into her mouth!" 

Heidi was so embarrassed that her face turned beet red and her hands shot up 
to her mouth to keep her from laughing. Her cunt went soft and sloppy as 
juice wet right through her pubic hair and into the panel of her panties. 
She squeezed her thighs together, wishing that she had one of those mini 
pads on so the smell of her twat would not stink up the shop. 

Gillie turned around just then and saw Heidi blushing and felt the half-hard 
erection in his pants go soft. He had forgotten all about the counter girl. 
He closed the Playboy and walked up to the desk. "I'm sorry for my 
language," he said. He had enough trouble with women, especially his wife 
who was so sick and neurotic that he would divorce her in a second if only 
his business accountant would let him. Unfortunately, his wife Esther was 
entitled to half of his assets under the state community property laws and 
he had enough financial headaches without giving half to that worthless 
cunt. At least for the time being. 

Heidi's face was still the color of a McIntosh apple. As she pulled her 
hands down to her sides. Gillie noticed her clear blue eyes and the high 
cheekbones and straight blonde hair. The girl was that rare find: a natural 
beauty whose youth and innocent looks proved to be a much greater sexual 
stimulus than the inflated, wet-dream broads that magazine editors like to 
photograph. His wife was like that. Her melon-sized tits and bovine thighs 
had drawn him like a magnet. Esther had grown up too fast and consequently 
demanded too much from her men. The first month of marriage had been 
sensational and the second month had been only slightly less so. 

But Esther never gave up and after six months, his marriage was a living 
nightmare. He was physically and emotionally drained by her demands. Esther 
was no longer fun to fuck; her cunt was like an old wet sock and he found 
himself with bouts of impotence. It took a full year to discover Esther 
hated men and that deep down, sex was just another tool to be used to 
degrade and humiliate them. The first time he had caught another man in bed 
with his wife, Gillie had damn near killed them both. Now he just stayed 
away from home, sending a weekly check home to keep Esther in cheap wine and 
cheaper men. 

But this lovely girl behind the counter was a find. A rare, beautiful find. 
All the painful memories of his sluttish wife vanished as he watched Heidi 
try to cover the dark-red nipples bursting through her golf shirt. His cock 
stem coiled in his underwear then grew hard, forming a bulge which protruded 
indecently from his crotch. He studied her globe-like breasts as beads of 
sweat popped out on his brow. 

"Give me a half a dozen Titlests," said Gillie, pointing to the row of golf 
balls on the lower case. He loved the way she held her legs tightly 
together. It was a sensual movement almost lost to Gillie until he saw Heidi 
squeezing tight. She trembled like a leaf in the wind as he stared at her 
for those few seconds. The pungent odor of sex rose from her crotch. 

"Hmmmmm!" he thought, his cock hard as a club between his legs. "She's so 
fucking hot! I know that smell-and she's going to droop from tension in 
thirty seconds." 

"Here you are," said Heidi. When she looked up, Gillie's lean face was 
screwed up tight with long lines of tension running diagonally down his 
cheeks. She was afraid to look straight into his eyes. Heidi felt very alone 
and naked and frightened. Her panties were soaking wet and her cunt mound 
itched unbearably. She hardly knew this man, yet her body ached with deep, 
painful anxiety. 

A ridiculous thought entered her mind, so ridiculous that she was going to 
laugh, except her mouth was closed tight and her lips were drawn. She 
averted her eyes downward, glaring at the growth in Gillie's pants, 
remembering the voluptuous pictures in the Playboy magazine, and she 
wondered if Gillie might suddenly unzip right there and pull out his hard 
cock and shove it at her face! 

That was more than indecent exposure, though exactly how much more she 
didn't know. Why had he blurted out, "I wouldn't mind sticking my cock in 
her mouth." 

Was he talking to the picture or was he talking to her? Heidi could tell 
nothing from the steady gaze of his brown eyes. 

What would she do if Gillie stuck his cock in her face? Would she touch him. 
Would she? Would she stick it in her mouth! 

Of course not, she reasoned. But then why was her pussy wet enough to need a 
mini-pad? And the smell? Damn, she stunk bad enough for him to notice. 

She looked up and saw his drawn face break out into a big, fishlike grin and 
for the first time since Gillie walked into the pro shop, she felt at ease. 

"Is that all, Mr. Gillie?" she asked. 

"Why, you know my name," he said, taking the golf balls. In the few seconds 
that he had talked with this lovely girl, a big change had taken place in 
his life. There was something nice and comforting about her; after his wife 
anything was a change for the better. It was insane, of course, reading so 
much into this girl's wholesome good looks and innocent demeanor. But his 
nerves were calm for the first time in months and confidence in his game and 
himself was coming back. She might be a sick cock-tease or a slut like his 
wife, but he didn't think so. Her musty scent inflamed his nostrils. He 
wanted sex, he wanted to rip off his golf shirt and suck those hard, red 
nipples and see if she was everything he hoped she was. 

His name was announced over the loudspeaker. He was due to tee off in five 
minutes. He had to go, yet he didn't want to leave. Heidi was the dream of a 
lifetime and he hated to see her slip through his fingers. He had made one 
big mistake with Esther and he didn't need to make another. 

So bending closer to the unnerved girl, his prick throbbing now, he said, 
"Have you ever caddied before, Miss?" 

"Sure," she answered. "The city junior amateur is held here. I was the only 
female caddie." She said it proudly like a boast, but Gillie wasn't 
listening as much as watching her reaction. Quickly, he scribbled his name 
and room number on the back of his personal card and handed it to Heidi. 

"This is sudden, but sometimes life is like that," he said sonorously. "I'm 
dumping my caddie after the tournament. He's not working out and I need 
someone else. You can have the job if you want it." 

It took a second to sink in. Normally she would have said no. There was the 
pro shop job and her family and a whole lot of other things. But as she was 
about to return the card, it dawned on Heidi that Gillie was serious. She 
looked up, astonished, and asked, "But why me?" 

Gillie gripped the balls in his hand. There were a great many reasons why he 
wanted her to be his caddie. He had planned to dump his current caddie 
anyway after the Arthur Williams Open. The boy was a big, overgrown lout 
named John Dickson who never learned the courses and frequently drank on the 
job. Dickson had been his wife's idea. But aside from dumping Dickson, 
Gillie recognized the publicity angle of girls, especially one as pretty as 
Heidi. His name had been off the last few years and several sponsors were 
balking about renewing his endorsement contracts. A few wins, the novelty of 
a young girl as his caddie and his name was back on the front page. Besides, 
she was beautiful and desirable and unless he was dead wrong, she would come 
around and want him and make love to him and do all the wonderful good 
things a woman does for a man she loves. 

And if she didn't, he could give her the boot. 

"I've got to go play my round," he said, gazing into Heidi's glistening blue 
eyes. "Think about it. My offer is legitimate, no strings attached. I think 
it's time a girl joined the caddie ranks." He bent over to kiss her, then 
decided not to at the last minute. He winked instead and walked out of the 
pro shop, his hat pushed back against his dark brown hair. 

Heidi was awestruck. It took several minutes to realize that he was gone. 
"My goodness," she exclaimed, "and I didn't even charge him for the golf 
balls." 

Brad Gerdy, the store manager, walked in, snapping a clipboard against his 
leg. "Got yourself a boyfriend, do you?" he said, a touch of irony in his 
voice. 

"Nice guy," Gerdy continued, walking behind the counter so he stood only a 
few inches away from Heidi. "Too bad he's all washed up as a golfer." 

'That's not true," Heidi nearly shrieked, her heart pounding inside her 
chest like a furry little animal trying to free itself. "He's still got a 
chance to win." 

Actually Heidi hadn't followed the scoring that closely. It didn't matter. 
She had been offered a legitimate deal to be Bruce Gillie's caddie and she 
was so confused that she wasn't thinking straight. 

"Not a chance," said Gerdy. "Used to follow him a few years back when he 
played like a winner. Then he was something to watch. His nerves were like 
steel. But now? He's washed up. Too much booze or the pressure got too 
great. I tell you he's finished." 

Heidi let him ramble on, ignoring him while she thought of Bruce Gillie 
striding out to the course. The crowd would be circling the first tee and 
rousing applause would greet him as he arrived, his caddie standing to hand 
him his driver. She smiled, sensing the excitement that surrounded 
professional golf, and a shiver of excitement thrilled her nerves as she 
imagined herself part of the sports world. 

I'm going to do it, she said to herself, barely able to contain her job. I'm 
going to be a caddy. 

The twin sensations of fear and rapture nearly drenched her panties. Even 
Heidi could smell the juice leaking from the tender folds of her cunt. She 
squeezed her thighs even tighter to stop the flow, but it didn't help. She 
looked around and saw that Gerdy had disappeared into the back room to 
reclaim a pair of golf shoes. He wouldn't see; no one would. She unsnapped 
her pants and reached down between her sweating legs and held her cunt 
firmly with the palm of her hand. Quickly, she squished her legs, kneading 
and rubbing her mound and the thick forest of pubic hair. Her tender 
clitoris was grossly distended and her whole crotch roared with ecstasy as 
her fingernail teased the inflamed skin flap. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!" she screamed. The throbbing rippled through her in endless 
waves of pleasure. She had never felt anything so good before. She flashed 
on the Playboy photos and wondered if those girls with the overdeveloped 
glands ever rippled with the pleasure that she now gave herself. Exhilarated 
by the tiny orgasm, she withdrew her hand and leaned against the counter, 
waiting for Gerdy to finish the shoes. 

"Hey, you all right?" he said, coming from the back room. 

"I've never been better," she replied, then explained to him about the 
miraculous new job' that awaited her. 

Gerdy listened intently. He had spent forty of his fifty-five years in the 
golf business. He had been a caddie and then a touring professional and 
finally a regional pro. He knew the game backwards and forwards. It was 
idiotic for a girl to be a caddie. If Gillie had come up the hard way, as 
Gerdy had, then he never would have made such a foolish offer. But Gillie 
was born with a silver spoon jammed between his teeth. Gerdy doubted if the 
cocky pro had ever been closer than medium iron shot to the caddie's 
lockers. His youth had been spent taking lessons from the pros instead of 
lugging clubs up and down the course. Gerdy shook his head at the thought of 
a nice girl like Heidi getting thrown into the vicious, competitive world of 
pro golf. Yet the allure was so great, he knew it was foolish to try and 
stop her. Even her parents were awestruck by touring pros. It had that 
allure of Hollywood. And who would want to stop their daughter from becoming 
part of the money-and-glitter set? 

"It will just be for the summer circuit," said Heidi. "Then I've got to come 
back to school." 

Gerdy put an arm on her shoulder. "You'll have a job here if you decide to 
change your mind." Then he kissed her on the cheek and whistled softly to 
himself, taking the golf shoes outside to the waiting customer. 

Heidi watched, barely able to control herself. It was going to be quite a 
summer. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

As luck would have it, Bruce Gillie shot a course record of sixty-two on the 
final day and wound up finishing eighth. It was his best finish in six 
months and the blistering last-round score which included back-to-back 
eagles, had put the name Bruce Gillie back in the big time. He was met with 
thunderous applause after a birdie putt on eighteen and the gallery pushed 
and shoved to get near him. His name was magic, people wanted his autograph, 
and Gillie was euphoric. 

Heidi had followed him that day and she could barely contain her excitement 
as Gillie hit one perfect shot after another. The adrenalin was pumping, her 
wild heart was racing, and halfway through, Heidi knew she wanted the caddie 
job badly. Pro golf was infectious. It has excitement, pageantry, travel and 
money. Gillie had proven to the crowd that day that his golfing skills had 
not failed him. He was able to ignite the gallery at any moment. As his 
caddie, Heidi would get her share of curious stares and recognition from the 
tournament goers. It was more than any high school girl could dream of. And 
it beat sitting behind the counter selling golf balls to the weekend bogey 
men who occasionally leered at her if drunk enough, but rarely paid her more 
attention than that. 

After signing his score card and posing for pictures, Gillie took her to one 
side and asked her again to take the job. Heidi looked into his warm brown 
eyes and squeezed her thighs again to close her cunt lips before saying that 
she would. 

She had his card with the motel room number written across the back. "I'll 
pay your dues," said Gillie, "and talk to the PGA chairman about the 
registration." He held the girl by the arms, wishing he could hold her 
somewhere else. "I have a straight deal to offer. Separate motel rooms and a 
weekly salary of $100 plus a bonus every time I finish high in the 
earnings." Gillie squinted into the sun and reminded himself to buy an extra 
pair of sunglasses for the Tucson Open. "You in return will scout the course 
each morning. The hazards are well-marked. I want you to check the landing 
area for the tee shots and the greens. You'll also be responsible for 
polishing my clubs and checking off the distance markers along the course. I 
want you to know each course by heart." 

He turned again and faced her. "I don't expect you to be perfect the first 
time. But you have to learn fast. My earnings depends on it." His rugged 
face broke into a warm smile that made Heidi relax. "Now get home and tell 
your folks about your new job." 

Surprisingly, Heidi had no difficulty convincing her father. He had listened 
to the last round over the radio and was impressed with Gillie's 
performance. "That man is going to take off and never come down," he said. 
"Back-to-back eagles! I never heard of such a thing." Mr. Anderson slumped 
his aching back into the easy chair and took a deep breath. Gillie was no 
fool. And what with the woman's lib thing catching on, a girl caddie would 
look good for him. And if he got hot, the spot light would occasionally fall 
on his only daughter. He wondered about the sleeping arrangements. The tour 
would get lonely and he didn't like his only daughter striking out on her 
own at such a young age. He weighed the pros and cons, but in the end his 
mind was made up. "Sure, go ahead," he said. "Just don't forget the old man 
when you get rich and famous." He would take care of his wife, Alice, who 
would strongly object to her daughter's new vagabond life. A few stiff 
thrusts of cock into that old, well-worn cunt would bring her around in a 
hurry. "Thank you, Daddy," gushed Heidi. 

One person who was not understanding and was violently against the 
arrangement was Bruce Gillie's estranged wife, Esther. She followed her 
husband's day-to-day successes on television and in the newspapers, jotting 
down his winnings. Half of it belonged to her. She hated her husband's guts 
and taking his money was just one way to get back at him. It also kept her 
in champagne and in the exotic young men who came to her house in Tucson. 
Esther had a violent temper which she had inherited from her mother, a 
sultry ex-beauty queen in New Orleans turned strip dancer. When Bruce told 
her his new caddie was a girl, Esther fought back her rage by digging nails 
into the palm of her hand. Their talk was brief and she wished him luck 
through clenched teeth before slamming the receiver down. Thirty seconds 
later she was calling the country club in Tucson, site of the upcoming pro 
match. 

"Yes," answered a low, grating voice into the receiver. 

"Get your ass over here," snapped Esther and hung up. 

In the thirty minutes, Esther filled the tub with heavily scented bubble 
bath and soaked her aching muscles. She even sprayed her cunt and the thin 
crack of her ass with a rich, musky perfume. When the doorbell rang she wore 
only a terrycloth bathrobe. 

"Come in!" she said coyly. 

The door creaked open and Ralph Underwood, the head caddie at the country 
club came in. He had a rugged appearance and he walked with a slight limp, 
the result of a war injury in Vietnam. He had been a great athlete, but his 
war experiences had changed all that. Only through connections at the 
country club had he been able to get back into pro golf-as a caddie. Ralph 
still had a great many contacts in the game and Esther used him as a source 
to keep tabs on her errant husband. In return, she used all her sexual 
allure to make Ralph feel like a man. 

"I got to piss," he mumbled walking through the bedroom. Ralph passed 
Esther's sleek body coiled on the bed and went into the bathroom. She heard 
his zipper open and then the splash of urine hitting the cistern. 

"Men," sighed Esther. 'They are all beasts at heart. No manners at all." 

Still, she felt a wild throbbing in her chest. Ralph was impotent with other 
women, which was embarrassing and frustrating. She knew a few tricks that 
made most men hard as steel plumbing pipe. They didn't work on Ralph. His 
cock flopped around and that was all. It made them both uncomfortable. But 
Esther never stopped trying and a friend of her mother's taught her a 
turn-on she wanted to try out. 

"Get in bed," she said. "And I'll show you some fun." 

Ralph sat glumly on the bed and slowly removed his clothes. When he stripped 
to his underwear, Esther reached down and rolled off his cotton briefs. Sure 
enough his penis drooped like a deflated balloon between his legs. She held 
him between two fingers and stroked the flaccid shaft. 

"It won't work, Esther," he said dejectedly. He felt foolish sitting there 
while this woman tried to arouse him. Ralph blamed the war for all his 
problems. He had been a real stud at the University of Tucson, his senior 
year. Now he was a middle-aged caddie whose chance at the big time was shot 
forever. Even booze didn't help. Suicide seemed the only answer. 

Esther continued stroking his dick. He was soft as cooked linguini, but 
there was lots of time. She would make him hard and potent. First she wanted 
him to do a few favors. 

"My husband has a new caddie," she explained. "A girl! Imagine making a 
teenage girl lug all those heavy clubs around. I don't think it's right." 

She toyed with his cock and reached below and fingered his balls, squeezing 
them ever so lightly. He grunted. His cock remained soft, but his nuts 
weren't dead. She smiled to herself and stroked the inside of his thigh. 

"What can I do?" said Ralph. "I've already signed up." 

Esther frowned. Ralph was becoming more childlike each day. He had lost more 
than his potency in Vietnam; his mind was gone too. 

"I want the boys to make it tough for her," said Esther. "She's good looking 
my husband says, so there should be no problem. I know what goes on in the 
caddie room. Once this girl sees how rough the work is, I'm sure she'll wise 
up and quit!" 

"I'll do my best," answered Ralph. He rolled onto his back and let Esther 
fondle his balls while he stared at the ceiling. He didn't see why a girl 
couldn't caddie. The bag was heavy, but not so heavy a girl couldn't carry 
one for eighteen holes. Esther was playing one of her tricks again. She 
wanted to get back at her husband and she was using him to do it. It wasn't 
right. He should refuse. 

Then Ralph felt a stirring in his groin as Esther brought her lips down his 
penis and licked him with the tip of her wild, raspy tongue. He wasn't hard, 
but then he wasn't dishrag soft either. She licked him all the way down the 
shaft and kissed each testicle, drawing the oblong testicles into her mouth, 
and sucking each ball. 

Ralph groaned as her warm mouth covered his joint. He didn't want her to 
quit. He rolled over so his belly touched her and ran his hands over her 
breasts. 

"You got nice big tits, Esther," said Ralph, stroking her satiny white skin. 
His hands dipped into her cleavage and brought her breasts close to his 
face. The nipples pointed out at him, their red, sensitive skin filled with 
throbbing desire. His tongue slithered out and sucked on the berry-like end. 

"Oooooo!" Esther moaned. Well, he still had a few tricks left. He could turn 
her on with his tongue. He reached from the triangle of curly dark hair that 
sprouted over her mound. His palm rubbed the sweltering bush, her juice 
soaking his hand and he inserted a finger between her labia and gently 
finger-fucked her clit. 

"Gooood, Ralph!" she said, humping him. His cock hung over his swelled 
scrotum, flickering obscenely. He pulled Esther's body close, smelling her 
strong, fierce cunt and quivered like a virgin fucking his first woman. He 
was a man, goddamn it all, he knew what turned a woman on. It was just his 
cock. That was the trouble. He couldn't get hard enough to fuck Esther and 
it was so damn discouraging he wanted to go kill himself. Abruptly, he 
stopped and turned away. His eyes feasted on the luxurious growth of pubic 
hair flowering from the V of her silken crotch and his insides went soft and 
he wanted to cry. 

"Damn it," he snapped, looking for his pants. "I'll do what you want. I'll 
make this new caddie of your husband's wish she had never been born. Just 
quit tormenting me." 

Esther breathed heavily as she stroked his back, smiling to herself. Her 
husband had no idea how much trouble she could cause him. Esther spread her 
legs open and hunched forward, hugging Ralph around the waist. Her 
lust-crazed body demanded satisfaction. She rubbed her pussy up and down the 
base of his spine and felt the feverish glow thrill her tangled nerves as 
her soft clitoris pressed against his flesh. 

"You want me to eat your cunt?" he asked. He turned and slid a hand through 
her crotch and fingered her fuck box once more. Ralph wiggled his face down 
through the bouncing thighs into the matted wet pubic hair and licked her 
pussy. At least it was a turn on for her. Then his thighs slanted trembling 
and he motioned for her to suck his cock. Sixty-nine wasn't bad. He couldn't 
get an erection and he couldn't come, but it was good to be with a woman 
anyway. 

"Ohhh, that's wonderful," moaned a reluctant Esther, grinding her hips like 
ball bearings. His tongue was big as a blood-sucking leech wiggling up her 
cooze. She felt a glowing warmth roar to life between her legs as her cunt 
dripped all over Ralph's slobbering mouth. She grasped his pecker so the 
bullet-shaped head popped out the top of her fist and said, "Baby, you want 
to be hard again?" 

Ralph stopped eating pussy and stared. Was she crazy? Yet Esther had never 
looked more serious. He scratched his head and looked down at his droopy 
dong and wondered if it was possible. 

Esther said, "A big, hard cock. Sticking straight out, big as a fist and 
hard as an iron rod. 

As hard as you used to be." 

"You're not joking, are you?" he said. What did she know that he didn't? 
Once he had thought about going to a shrink with his problem, but at the 
last minute he chickened out. Doctors could not help him, no one could. He 
looked at Esther. Maybe he was wrong? 

"Turn around," she said. 

Ralph did as he was told. What the hell, try anything once. He got on all 
fours and stood on the bed like a miniature horse. He felt Esther climb 
underneath and suck his cock. 

Her svelte body gleamed with sweat as she worked his tool, moving her lips 
up and down, feeling the excitement grow. Her cunt was ripe from his mouth 
and needed a good fucking. She had several dildoes that the friend from New 
Orleans had given her, but she needed a real cock, one with a humping beast 
like Ralph on the end, to drive her into a fuck frenzy. 

"It's not working," said Ralph. 

She told him to shut up and kept working his tool until the foreskin was 
puffy and his balls were moving up and down. She arched her back, spreading 
her legs open wide and fingered the razor-thin slit that poured cunt juice 
into her pubic mound. She humped slowly, exciting herself while getting 
Ralph ready. Frankly, she didn't know if the experiment would work, though 
her friend had said it never failed on men. 

As quickly as she had squirreled underneath him, Esther pulled away, telling 
him not to move while she went to the closet. His balls were hopping around 
from the nice sucking, but his dick was limp as a noodle. It wagged like a 
small, pathetic tail. He balled his fists and wondered why he hadn't been 
killed in the helicopter explosion in the Delta. Twelve men had died and he 
had walked away without a scratch. Blessed with luck, Ralph thought at the 
time. Now he wasn't so sure. 

He heard Esther's feet on the carpet and turned around. She was wonderfully 
naked and in her hand was a long piece of curved rubber that looked like a 
banana. 

"What's that for?" he asked. 

'That's for me." she said crawling up next to Ralph. The tube was greased 
down and Esther squatted on her calves and worked the dildo back and forth 
until half the rubber device was up in her cunt. Ralph realized something 
crazy was happening. The artificial dick protruded from her slit and Esther 
was crawling between his legs on her knees. He didn't get it until she stuck 
her finger down his butt cheeks and fingered his asshole. 

"Hey!" he shouted. "You must be crazy!" 

Esther only smiled. Her hand shot between his thighs and grabbed his flaccid 
cock.Now a finger was stuck in Ralph's butt and another grabbed his limp 
cock. And Esther had that hideous thing sticking out of her twat. Ralph was 
sweating all right. The woman had lost her fucking mind. 

"You want a hard on, don't you?" she said. 

Ralph nodded. "Yeah, but how is that going to make me stiff. Her finger 
burned in his asshole. He wiggled under her guidance having grave doubts 
about Esther's sex therapy. 

"I'll show you," she replied. Pulling her finger free, she gripped the dildo 
and rammed her cunt full of hot, pleasing sex, plunging the dildo in again 
and again, until she stiffened around the baton-sized cock. Moving forward, 
she pulled down on Ralph's tensed thighs and pushed the fake cock's conical 
head into his sphincter. 

A sudden, sharp pain exploded in his asshole. "Aaaaaahhh!" he screamed in 
surprise. "What the hell!" 

Esther felt the dildo push into Ralph and into her own cunt. She was fucking 
and being fucked at the same moment. Slowly, she pressed the dick into 
Ralph. The grease made things easier. The rubber dick sank in inch by inch. 
She reached down and squeezed his cock. It was getting hard. 

"Feel that!" she exclaimed, yanking on his pecker. "You're a man again." 

The pain was sharp and fierce. It was like a splinter being driven 
underneath a fingernail. His anus burned, seared for a moment, then opened 
up. Esther was climbing onto him from behind, groaning like a bitch dog in 
heat. The cock she held between her cunt lips was imbedded in his butt. He 
felt faint as the cock moved back and forth. He looked down between his legs 
and saw his cock and then nearly screamed in shock. 

He had a hard-on! Esther's fist wrapped around the shaft, but a good five 
inches protruded anyway. It was huge and thick and powerful. He had thought 
his fucking days were over. But they weren't. He was big as ever. His balls 
were throbbing and the glans tingled and he was happy and laughing. 

"Get that out of my asshole," he shouted. Ralph wanted to try out his 
born-again cock. It had been years since he had fucked a woman and now that 
he could again, why waste time? 

Esther felt the hard thrust of male cock in her hand. She pushed forward, 
forcing dildo into his asshole. "Hey, did you hear me?" shouted Ralph, but 
Esther wasn't listening. She enjoyed the sensation of power and dominance 
the cock gave her. My God, she should have been born a man. She had made 
Ralph potent! She could manipulate him, his cock was in her hand. She did 
not have to coax the bastard and listen to him make excuses for his 
impotence. She was doing the fucking now. She didn't need a man to get 
aroused. She could do it all herself. 

Ralph felt the cock driving into his asshole and he reached around and 
grabbed her by the arm pulling Esther down on the bed. "You stinking 
pervert," he shouted, slapping her roughly across the face. No wonder the 
old man had left her; she was a first-class bitch. 

"But I made you hard," she insisted. "I gave you back your manhood." 

Ralph ran a hand through his hair. She was right. His cock was as hard and 
gleaming as a torpedo. Esther had returned his manhood, even if the method 
was weird. He ran his fingers across her silken body, trembling with anger 
as he stared up into her cold eyes. Esther was laughing silently at him. He 
felt like beating all that arrogance and snotty bitchiness out of her. He 
wasn't the brightest guy in the world, but he knew women. Esther had loved 
using that dildo. It really had turned her on! 

"Well, you've got your toy back," she sneered. "Aren't you going to use it?" 

He stared at her cunt. It glistened like a jewel, the pink slit leaking sex 
like a faucet. Her cunt was rare and inviting; he could fuck that soft mound 
forever. 

And that's exactly what Esther wanted him to do. Fuck her twat so she could 
have an orgasm or two and get rid of him. A smile lit up Ralph's face, his 
asshole still hurting from this woman, and he felt the sudden urge for 
revenge. 

"I'll fuck you, baby," he said, caressing the inside of her thigh. Then he 
slapped her roughly. "Now turn over!" 

 CHAPTER THREE 

He brought his hands through her legs, holding her cunt like a handle. He 
pulled on her crotch hair and roughly pushed her thighs open. Her butt slit 
gleamed like a new scar through her milk-white flesh. 

Ralph hungered for sex. The agony of all those impotent years came gushing 
out of him and he screamed in glorious relief. Faster and faster his fingers 
worked Esther's mound. Her cunt lips, lubricated by the earlier action, 
opened to him like a giant clam. Her slit was dripping juice all over the 
strong hand that pulled on her twat. 

"Ohhhhh, that's wonderful," he said. The wonderful pleasures locked up in 
her womb spread out in concentric circles. Esther was begging him to stop, 
but he was too far gone. He flexed his thighs, forcing his cock forward, and 
tingled with the power of his movements. He was hard and strong and sensual 
and passionate. Esther's cunt smelled earthy and hot. So fucking hot that he 
wanted to come right then. 

"I'll do your dirty work." he said, slapping her across the butt. "And 
you'll never forget me for it either." 

Esther was mad at herself for ever trusting that dim wit Ralph. Mad at 
herself and at him. His hands handled her loins coarsely and she fought to 
get away from him. I was so dumb! Why did I ever trust this stupid bastard? 

Then she felt him. His finger plunged into her pink sphincter muscle and her 
body spasmed with pain. It hit her like a sledgehammer; this impotent 
half-wit was serious. His finger twitched in her asshole and he was forcing 
her to hump. Esther was so scared she went blank. Her mind seemed to float 
out of her body. As Ralph brought his fingers in and out of her anus, 
opening her asshole for his cock, she went into a dream. 

"Nooo!" she pleaded. "Not there! Don't do it to me Ralph!" 

Ralph gave a funny little laugh that brought the hair up on the back of her 
neck. It wasn't the sort of thing she expected. He pulled free and pushed 
her buns back like loaves of bread and pulled her close to the rigid cock 
head standing out straight and hard. 

Esther wanted to throw up. Tears welled in her eyes as his cock was dragged 
up and down her thighs. Ralph watched her muscles flinch and snickered. 

"You like that rubber fuck toy of yours?" he snarled. 

Esther cried. "I only wanted to help you." 

"Well, you did all right," he said, dragging his dick into her slit. "And 
here is some good fucking in repayment." 

"Please, no!" 

She was worried about the pain. Ralph knew it would hurt just as he realized 
a woman's asshole was soft and desirable. In Hong Kong, he had raped a 
Chinese girl's butt in an alley way. He had been drunk and a little crazy 
and when she walked by he pulled her against the wall, lifted her dress and 
held a knife to her throat while he dicked her butt hole. She had cried out 
once when his shaft slid in all the way and, damn, she was soft and warm. 
Her butt gripped him like a warm sock and when he shot his wad they both 
climaxed together. Fantastic! 

His finger searched every nook and cranny until her loins were tuned tight 
and his dick ached. He pulled her body up by her cunt, jammed his shaft 
between her ass cheeks and hunched into her anus. 

"OoooooH!" It hurts, she told herself as her sphincter spread wider and 
wider. That bastard! He's killing me! Her mind was raging with obscene 
thoughts. 

His hot breath roared in her ear and her inflamed flesh made squishy noises 
as his cock went deeper into her butt. 

"Nice and juicy," he said, remembering the little Chinese girl wiggling on 
the end of his cock. "Easy, baby, I'm going in easy." 

Ralph was so excited he nearly climaxed right then. His hard on was only a 
few inches into her channel. He eased back, feeling her flesh slipping away, 
and then Esther groaned and he pushed forward. In and out, back and forth he 
went until his penis rode twelve inches into her butt. 

"I'll kill you," she cried. She opened the V of her thighs and felt him go 
deeper with the shift of her weight and a white stabbing pain engulfed her. 
It hurt like hell! He was such a bastard! His cock felt like a red hot poker 
jammed up her asshole. Her tits felt like twin volcanoes ready to explode 
and the mushy hole between her cheeks smoldered as Ralph pumped away, his 
penis making soft, sucking noises in her rectum. 

"You love this, don't you?" asked Ralph, licking her ear. 

"Uh, I hate you," she grunted. The warmth was spreading out slowly, 
inevitably. He was no different than her husband, or any other man for that 
matter. She was weak and helpless, her body responding to his incessant 
demands, fucking him when he surged, gripping him when he retreated. Esther 
was confused by it all. Someday she would get even with Ralph. God, she felt 
so cheap and degraded! Why didn't he come and get it over with? 

As if reading the woman's mind, Ralph reached through and squeezed her 
clitoris. The tender bud usually hid between the ripe folds of her cunt. He 
laughed wickedly as he squeezed down on the button and made her shriek with 
surprise. Her butt tightened up around his cock like a glove, a tender 
hugging warmth. 

"You bastard!" she screamed. "I'll kill you for sure." 

Her mouth was hanging open and drool dripped onto the sheet. Her body was 
covered with sweat and her thighs quivered with each stabbing thrust. He was 
starting to hurt her now and she groaned as her ass tube went raw and dry. 
Then she heard him groan also. She tightened down hard, catching him with 
her cheeks and then her cunt went wild and her asshole spasmed and she was 
humping and pumping and screaming like a crazy woman. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!!" she shouted. 

Her hole opened. 

"Come! Come right now," she shouted. The slapping of his thighs against her 
butt signaled the nearness of his orgasm. She wanted him to come, to shoot 
his hot sperm into the yawning void of her butt. His fingers still 
electrified her clitoris, the ecstatic pain thrilling her, churning her body 
with sex. 

Ralph was slipping away. He was drained, his cock burning. Quickly he pumped 
her slot, feeling her close up. He hugged her buns until he wanted to hold 
back no longer. He felt the violent, throbbing urge and when his cock 
exploded inside her butt, he groaned with relief. 

His cock showered sperm into her tight channel for what seemed an eternity. 
It came out thick and warm as fresh cream. She swelled up and shook with 
frenzy. Both of them together were having an orgasm. He locked his fingers 
around her breasts and rode her like a horse. What a fuck, he kept saying to 
himself. Oh, this is the greatest thing in the whole world! 

Esther sagged forward, exhausted. The sheets gripped her dripping body and 
when Ralph pulled free, she did not say no to sucking him clean. She held 
his fast-softening cock and milked the remaining few drops of sperm free 
with her lips. Her mind was spinning like a top as Ralph came up to caress 
her back. She could only think of her husband out on the golf course 
enjoying himself while she lay in bed with this strange man. 

She hated Ralph with every atom of her body. It drained from her like hot 
water from a faucet and she could barely conceal her hatred from him. 

Esther had brought his cock alive and he had treated her like just another 
woman, whose crotch was a nice warm resting place. Her body was bathed in 
the frothy juice that trickled from her twat. It felt hot and smelled salty 
and that only enraged Esther more. Someday, she would get even with Ralph 
just as she was settling the score with her husband Bruce. Someday all men 
would feel the same pain and humiliation that she felt. 

Ralph did not know the depths of Esther's hatred. He only felt the elation 
that came with a good, intense fuck. His dick was droopy again and his balls 
ached from the long years of inactivity. He stood up slowly and stretched 
before looking down at Esther. Her eyes glinted in the soft room light. Her 
mood unfathomable. Well, no reason why she should be happy, he thought. But 
then the bitch had no right treating him that way. Sticking that goddam 
thing inside him. He smiled and tapped Esther on the top of her head. 

"I'll take care of your old man's caddie," he said. Hell, he didn't have to, 
but Esther had brought life back to his dick. He did owe her something. 
Ralph whistled cheerfully, reaching for his clothes. He pulled his 
undershorts on over his thighs, careful not to touch his spent cock. Once 
on, he snapped the elastic band, the cloth feeling good around his 
hard-muscled stomach. 

"I'll be back," he said. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me." 

Esther rolled languorously on her back, spreading her legs and looking up 
into Ralph's open eyes. The bastard, she thought. But she smiled and said, 
"I love you darling. Now don't forget about that little chore we talked 
about. It means a great deal to me." 

Then she kissed him goodbye and watched him slump out the bedroom and 
through the hallway to the front door. Only when he was gone did she start 
screaming. Esther picked up the rockglass ashtray and heaved it at the 
bathroom door. 'The bastard!" she screamed, pulling up the sheets with his 
semen stains and throwing them into the laundry hamper. Esther shrieked. Her 
exhausted body was diseased, flooded by the filthy pervert's dirty seed. She 
ran into the bathroom and filled the tub full of hot water and bubble bath. 
During the several minutes it took the tub to fill up, she ran about 
throwing everything that reminded her of Ralph out the bedroom window. She 
was gasping for breath, her head spinning crazily. She would get even. 
Someday Esther would make sure all of them felt her wrath! 

She spent several hours in the bath with a face cloth washing every inch of 
her body. Her butt still burned from the punishment of Ralph's brutal cock, 
but she couldn't do anything about that. She washed her skin again and again 
itil her body was raw from scrubbing. Rising up from the tub, Esther felt 
refreshed, ready to face the world again. She climbed out gingerly and 
grabbing a big, thirsty towel from the hook, wrapped herself in its warmth 
and returned to her bedroom. 

She got a record album from the rack, the one with "I'm a Woman" on it, a 
song which she felt was dedicated to the woman's liberation and played it 
over and over again. 

As music filled her ears, she took the dildo from the bedside and pushed it 
deep into her cunt. She moved the thick shank back and forth until her cunt 
hole was drippy wet, then continued stroking until the pleasure spasm began 
and her cunt muscles contracted around the cock. 

Then forcefully, Esther jammed the artificial cock half way into herself and 
screamed as her shimmering sex muscles came against the cock that still 
protruded from her slit. 

It was embarrassing, but Esther didn't care. She rolled onto her back, 
jamming the long spear in and out, making her cunt muscles suck on the thick 
tube. "Oooooo," she gasped. It was sensational, the best fucking she had had 
in years. Clasping her thighs together, she rolled over and mounted the 
cock, her belly pressing down on the thick stem. 

"Hmmmmmmmm!" The cock stem did wonderfully strange, electrifying things in 
her womb. It sent a shower of glowing warmth racing up through the roof of 
her twat, back along her spine and through her breasts. Her pulse was racing 
and her blood pounding as she drove the fuck stick down tight into her 
channel then pulled her hands away. The cock stood straight out, hard and 
dominant. She moved the stem back and forth, the submerged half of the shaft 
tingling her ooze. 

"Those bastards," she repeated, fucking her stick as if the fuck were real. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Like most parents, the Andersons were worried about their daughter Heidi. If 
they acted harsh and authoritative, she might rebel and turn into one of 
those zombies that hitch-hiked the freeways selling their cheap and often 
diseased sex for a meal or a puff of marijuana. On the other hand, if the 
Andersons were too lenient, their daughter might turn out like the Bright's 
little girl, the next door neighbor's charming daughter who was caught 
giving blow jobs to off-duty policemen. 

Alice Anderson was deeply shocked by the scandal caused by the Bright girl. 
"I don't know what this generation is coming to," she remarked to her 
husband, who nodded his head in agreement. They both were terrified by the 
rapid changing society. They dearly loved their only daughter Heidi, yet 
deep down, they both were afraid. Like other parents, the Andersons wondered 
if they knew their child at all. 

Heidi not surprisingly found her parents very loving, but a little distant. 
She wanted to get married and have children just like any other normal girl, 
but there were many things she wanted to do first. A seventeen year-old 
could wait years, perhaps until she was twenty before jumping into marriage. 
What she wanted was a boy friend, one that would love her and be fun and 
most of all, show her the mysteries of sex 

"You've got to get hip," said her best friend Betty. "You're not a virgin, 
no one is in high school anymore. So get out and live!" Well, that was 
easier said than done. Between the golf shop and high school, there never 
seemed to be any time. She kept busy, went to parties, got good grades. If 
she wasn't content, well, she wasn't unhappy either. But Betty was right. 
She wasn't a virgin any more and it was time to get out and taste life 
before the years crept up on her and she was too old to. Perhaps the caddie 
job was the answer. 

As she labored over her troubles, Bruce Gillie was sweating out a few 
problems of his own. His wife had called him half a dozen times the night of 
his big final round to tell him what a bastard he was to finish only eighth 
and that he'd better send a check soon or her lawyer would be riding his ass 
all over the country. When he finally hung up on her and told the motel 
operator not to ring his room again, his hands were shaking badly. God, how 
he hated that woman. Hate her, hell, he wanted to kill her! But he couldn't. 
The husband was always the first suspect and he could never stand up under 
the pressure. Handling golf crowds was one kind of pressure, but lying to a 
hard-headed police detective was something else. He would never last through 
an interrogation. He would crack up, so murder was out of the question. 

Gillie continued paying off the sleazy cunt, hoping for a miracle like a car 
accident or a house fire to rid him of his wife. Once, Gillie had dreamed he 
was a Nazi SS officer whose job was to torture Esther. There were many 
excellent methods, but he had, in a moment of lust, selected a soldering 
iron. Esther had shrieked as the long, heavy iron object was thrust into her 
cunt. And then he had watched her eyes well with terror as he plugged the 
iron in and watched the shaft slowly heat to five hundred degrees. Gillie 
woke the next morning from the most satisfying sleep of his life and went 
out on the course and shot a sixty-two in practice. Sensational! 

"Hey, a penny for your thoughts?" Gillie said to Heidi. She was reclining in 
the padded seat, relishing the last few moments of g-force on her body as 
the jet roared away from Lindberg Field. Heidi loved airplanes. There was 
something big and powerful about jet flying. It was exhilarating to feel the 
plane's force push her back into the padded seat, a wild, exciting sensation 
that she couldn't shake. "I love airplanes," she said, unstrapping her seat 
belt. 

"Better get used to them," Gillie instructed. "Pros travel by airplane, even 
if the next tournament is only a few hundred miles away." 

"Why is that?" she asked stupidly. 

"It adds up," said Gillie. "You could save money driving a car, but you save 
time by taking a plane. And time means money. A few extra hours' rest can 
mean the difference between first place and tenth." 

"Wow," she said, amazed. "I haven't traveled much, especially in airplanes." 

The ensuing silence seemed to last an eternity as Heidi listened to the 
sound of her blood pounding her ears. Seconds slipped by before Gillie 
turned to look at her again. He was about to talk when a bouncy stewardess 
leaned over his shoulder. 

"You're Bruce Gillie?" she said, attempting a well-practiced timidity. "I 
saw you on TV. You are going to play in the Tucson Open, aren't you?" 

The stewardess was a doll. She was long in the leg with dark, straight hair 
and hazel green eyes. She had the sexy good looks that came out of fashion 
magazines. Gillie recognized her pitch, and it was not different than 
hundreds of others he had heard. 

Yet she was extremely good-looking. 

"Sure am," he answered. "Not only am I in the Open, but I expect to win it 
too!" He nodded in Heidi's direction. "Here's my secret weapon. My new 
caddie. Heidi meet..." 

"Darlene Majors," answered the stewardess, who shot Heidi a withering look. 
"Oh, I must have your autograph. The other girls will just die." 

She handed Gillie a folded piece of stationery on which he scribbled a hasty 
message, his eyes never leaving her admirable bust. 

The note read: "Best regards, Bruce Gillie. 

Room 103, Country Club Motel. See you at 8 pm for dinner." Darlene's smile 
did not betray the tension that flip-flopped in her belly and made her knees 
nearly buckle. "Thank you," she said. 'Thank you so much," her eyes wide as 
saucers. 

She hurried on to other passengers, leaving Heidi bewildered. She had never 
seen anyone blow hot and cold like the stewardess had. Heidi saw that her 
boss was not unhappy and she felt a knot tightening up in her belly. "I 
thought of being a stewardess," began Heidi, reclining in her seat once 
again. "But it's not an easy job. They really have to work for their money." 

And Gillie smiled watching Darlene or whatever this one's name was, walk 
down the aisle, her buttocks moving like ball bearings. "Yes, they put in a 
lot of overtime." 

The light at the head of the wall went on and Heidi tightened her seat belt. 

"Aw shit," she murmured. "We're already in Tucson." 

Tucson was a good place for golf. The course was south of town, nestled on 
ground bordered on three sides by land owned by the Howard Hughes 
Corporation. The architect was an old pro named Bill Aronson, who was a 
friend of Gillie's and a former tournament player. He was much in demand 
because he designed golf courses that looked elegant, yet used the natural 
terrain in such a way that maintenance was comparatively cheap. Aronson said 
the secret to success was building golf courses that the architect would 
like to play. Since Aronson was a long man off the tee and a good putter, 
his courses reflected his play. It was perfect for Gillie. He had the same 
stroke and the same penchant to hit towering drives and hole tricky putts 
that Aronson did. 

Gillie always did well on Aronson designed courses. 

A limousine was waiting for Gillie and Heidi when they got off the plane. It 
whisked them off to the motel which would be their home for the next five 
days. "You know, I feel stupid as hell," said Heidi. She had worn jeans and 
and old ragged blouse on the plane. Now in Tucson, there was a crowd of golf 
enthusiasts rubbernecking the golfers as they disembarked and hurried away 
to the country club. Heidi looked over the stewardess on the way out and 
felt a twinge of jealousy. With her seductive legs and curving hips all 
poured into a tight double-knit uniform, she was a dish to behold. Heidi 
watched the woman's eyes as they approached, but if they sparkled when 
Gillie walked by, it was so brief that only she had caught it. 

"Is it always this hectic?" said Heidi as Gillie pushed his way through the 
crowd, smiling and politely refusing to give autographs. 

"Only if you win," he said, stepping into the limousine. "Otherwise, you're 
just one more guy with a sunburned face and a bag full of golf clubs." 

Everybody wanted something. Old men waved, while others forced autograph 
books under Gillie's eyes. Even the chauffeur, a sullen bulky guy, seemed to 
be hustling for a big tip. And the stewardess that Heidi had disliked-why 
she had wanted something from Gillie too and nothing as tame as an 
autograph. 

Maybe I belong back in the pro shop after all, she thought. No one bothered 
her much and the job was secure. Sell golf balls, take in shoe and club 
repairs and sweep the place out at night. It wasn't the most exciting job in 
the world, but then she wasn't caught up in all the hoopla that surrounded 
her now. 

"How can you stand this?" she asked. The limousine was already making the 
turnoff from the freeway. Craning her neck, Heidi saw the green-velvet 
Bermuda grass fairways laid out like an oasis. Gillie was looking over the 
driver's shoulder, his body erect, ready. Heidi just knew the crowd at the 
country club would be enormous. 

"Oh, you get used to it," he said vaguely. "Part of the business." 

"Yeah, I guess so," she said absently. Already she wondered what her room 
would be like and what the other caddies would say. As the only woman, Heidi 
would stand out like a sore thumb And that realization pleased her and 
bothered her too. 

When the limousine stopped, she stepped out and was instantly surrounded by 
a friendly but pressing crowd of men dressed in expensive casual wear, each 
with a secret smile on his face. 

"Come on, let Mr. Gillie through," snarled the hefty driver, forging through 
the crowd. Heidi tagged closely behind, fighting off the claustrophobic 
fears that threatened to overwhelm her. The chauffeur kept up the stream of 
talk, moving them up to the high-ceilinged front office. 

The air conditioning smacked Heidi in the face. After the bright desert 
afternoon, the dark, wood-paneled lobby seemed a wonderful retreat. 

'Two rooms, Gillie," said her boss while the chauffeur stood at attention, 
holding the heavy luggage. He was an able young man, sniffed Heidi. It was a 
silly way to describe a man, especially one as big as the chauffeur. He had 
a large, square face, with a Roman nose and dark brown eyes. He had a big 
chest and burly forearms and he was big...damn big! 

I wonder if he's BIG all over? Heidi giggled to herself. She made a mental 
picture of him, his muscles gleaming like polished metal, his cock standing 
out erect, thick as a baseball bat. Just then the chauffeur looked across 
and stared at her in such an intense way that her belly went soft and her 
knees trembled. He smiled lasciviously but only for an instant before 
hefting the bags and walking down the hallway to the new wing where their 
rooms were. She was attracted to the husky chauffeur. 

He was big like a prize fighter. Perhaps he doubled as a bodyguard, 
remembering how easily he had pushed through the crowd. She was tempted to 
ask, but Gillie put a crisp five-dollar bill into the man's outstretched 
palm and thanked him. The chauffeur was pleased and she saw him only briefly 
as he turned to walk away. His head rotated on his giant neck and a huge 
smile crossed his lips. It was dark in the hallway, but Heidi was sure the 
man was licking his tongue back and forth across his teeth. It gave her the 
shivers. 

Gillie handed Heidi her key. "I'm going to sign in and play the practice 
round," he said looking at his watch. "Here, take this card," he handed her 
a business card with the room number hastily written on the back, "and sign 
in at the caddie locker. Change your clothes here. You might get some 
strange stares walking to the locker room otherwise." He grinned openly, 
realizing Heidi was still a young girl trapped into a woman's slender body. 
She had a lot of growing up to do. He had a hunch his idea of a female 
caddie was going to pay off big. The gallery is eighty percent male and when 
they got a look at Heidi with her pert tits bouncing around inside her white 
golf shirt, she'd create a sensation. "After checking in, you've got the day 
off. Tomorrow you can scout the course." 

"How about dinner?" she asked, half hoping he would ask her along. Gillie's 
face told her the answer. 

"I've got an engagement," he answered briskly. "There's a good coffee shop, 
though. Or call room service." He smiled, trying to cheer her spirits. "I'll 
take a rain check." 

"Okay," she said in a small voice. Heidi opened her room door and snapped on 
the light. The inside was decorated in orange colors. The thick carpet gave 
under her feet as she walked to the bed. It was soft and the sheets were 
crisp and cool to the touch. The entire wall opened out onto a patio that 
overlooked the fifth hole. She slid the glass door back and stepped out, the 
sun warming her cheeks. Next door was Gillie's room. The two small patios 
were connected by a single fence and by leaning way over she could look into 
the bedroom. 

The ground fell away a good ten feet below them and it was almost impossible 
for anyone to see in except from the patio. She wished Gillie would pay 
attention to her. He suddenly was cold and very business like. Well, it was 
a long season, she thought. All in all it had been a very exciting day and 
the tournament hadn't really begun. Imagine! 

Not far away stood a man looking up at the two rooms reserved by Gillie, 
wondering how he could get into Heidi's room. Climbing would be risky. And 
just walking in on the broad would be crazier. 

He was soon joined by another man, this one built like a granite cliff, his 
muscles bulging under his dark uniform. 

"You sure that's the room?" said Ralph, squinting into the sun. He visored 
his brow with a flat palm, measuring the distance. "Shit," he said after 
several minutes. "Why the new wing? Why not the old rooms down on the 
ground?" 

"You asking me, asshole?" sneered the muscle man. He hated Ralph's guts. But 
this was a job for Esther. And if he wanted to keep banging the old lady he 
had to be cool with Ralph. "I tell you, she's a nice piece of ass," he said 
about Heidi. "Virgin as spring water. But get a dick between those legs and 
she'll hump like a bunny with the fuck fever." 

"The question is how," said Ralph. 

The chauffeur whose name was Fred Anselmo was not against a little stud 
service. Heidi was not a bad chick. He might fuck her for nothing. She was 
virginal and tight as a nut. But what a change over the cocktail waitress, 
his steady piece of ass. Now there was a used piece of pussy. He could Fit 
his whole fist into the bitch's cunt! He needed a change, something nice and 
warm that wasn't reamed out and fucked into oblivion. Looking up at the 
window, Fred thought he had found the answer. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Heidi checked in at the caddie locker fully expecting the other caddies. 
Instead, she found the small, cramped quarters next to the pro shop empty. 
The golfers were still arriving and the official practice round didn't start 
until tomorrow. Gillie had pulled out an eight iron. The chipping iron had 
been giving him trouble lately and he would get in a fast round using only 
the eight iron. 

There wasn't much for her to do. She wandered out on the course with a map, 
pacing off the distances, examining the landing spots on the fairway and 
studying the hazards and out of bounds. She had three days, the practice 
round, the pro-am and the final practice, to learn the course, but even to 
her, the course did not seem unusually difficult. The Bermuda-grass fairways 
were well tended and, except the three water hazards on the back nine, the 
hazards did not appear difficult. 

It would be a low scoring course, she thought coming back to the motel just 
as the sun sank behind the mountains. Heidi had a small book full of 
diagrams and notes to keep her busy but she was anxious to get out. So after 
changing, Heidi ran down to the coffee shop and grabbed a bite to eat and 
then wandered around to see if a seventeen year-old had anything to do in a 
country club. 

As Heidi found out, there was entertainment for a young, lonely girl after 
all, but it was not to be discovered until she got bored trying to sneak 
into the bars and headed back to her room. 

As she opened the door, she heard a rustle of sheets followed by a girl's 
high-pitched giggle. Heidi's cheeks flushed and the adrenalin pumped through 
her body. She realized the giggle had come from Gillie's room and that could 
only mean one thing. 

Damn him, Heidi thought, turning the key silently and pushing on the door. 
She clicked on the room light and undressed quickly, wishing now that the 
girl next door had not giggled and given herself away. It changed everything 
for Heidi. It was foolish, she thought, to think a fully grown man would be 
interested in her. Foolish, yet at the back of her mind, she had not given 
up her fantasy. 

Heidi pulled back the covers and crawled into the bed, feeling secure and a 
little sad, when she heard the bump on the wall followed by another 
high-pitched giggle. 

"Where the hell you going?" said Bruce Gillie. "Get your young ass over here 
so I can eat your pussy!" 

My God! His voice ignited her nerves and she sat up straight shaking with 
excitement. Heidi had never heard a man talk like that to a woman. She had 
heard her parents wheezing and gasping as their bodies flopped together in a 
steamy, sweaty cauldron of desire, but never this. It was a whole new world! 

She looked through the sliding glass door out into the darkness where the 
golf course lay. A faint light came from Gillie's room. Heidi had been over 
the fence once, looking in and she wondered why Gillie was foolish enough to 
leave the light on. 

Maybe he had a phobia about the dark. Anyway the patio fence gave protection 
against prying eyes unless someone was standing on the patio. 

Heidi was balled up with tension. She knew sleep was impossible while that 
woman remained with her boss. She cupped her breasts and was surprised at 
their hardness. Tension had turned them into small cups, hard as cement. 

"Come here, baby," said Gillie. "I'm going to eat every hair off your 
pussy." 

Heidi froze. Then she was moving out of the bed to the wall. She picked up a 
drinking glass and pressed it against the wall like she had seen in old 
movies. 

"You forget about fucking," said the girl. The voice sounded familiar and 
Heidi realized it was the stewardess, the one who had looked so mean on the 
plane. Heidi touched her cunt and felt the moisture leaking from her slit. 
She rubbed her mound with soft, quick strokes that sent chills of pleasure 
rippling up and down her spine. 

In her mind, she pictured the stewardess lying down in the tangle of sheets 
while Gillie rode between the convenient V of her thighs, his penis buried 
magically into her soft spot. 

"Eat my pussy," complained the stew, sounding agitated. "Damn, what are 
you...Yeoww!" 

The two lovers were three feet away from Heidi's ear. Heidi tried to picture 
Gillie as she had that day in the pro shop, without his clothes. He was a 
big man with wide shoulders and burly, powerful arms. His butt cheeks had 
held her attention. They seemed to be flexing and moving around; she had 
wondered if his cock was moving also. Moving like he was undoubtedly moving 
now. 

Heidi remembered the woman's lush smile, darting eyes and tall, busty 
figure. The stewardess did justice to the female sex. Heidi wished that she 
herself were lying now underneath Gillie's sweltering body, receiving his 
cock. 

Only she wasn't. Heidi was skinny and awkward and her breasts barely filled 
the palm of your hand. Her cunt was wet and soft and small. Heidi was hardly 
competition for the woman next door. 

"You fuck," said Gillie. "All you know is fucking. A little bitch dog in 
heat. A hot cunt that thinks a nice set of tits will land her Prince 
charming. Well, Miss High and Mighty Cunt, the world doesn't work that way." 

"It does for me," purred the stew. There was the sound of sheets moving on 
the bed and then a groan from Gillie's lips. "Now tell me the world doesn't 
work the way I want it to." 

Heidi was so excited she could barely stop hopping up and down long enough 
to pull on her jeans and blouse. Her heart pounded and her skin prickled 
with goose bumps. What was the woman doing? She had to know. Heidi put her 
hand to the door and slid the glass back silently. A gentle breeze blew from 
the south. Heidi pulled herself silently onto the fence, waited for her 
blood to quit pounding, then dropped silently on the other side. 

She flattened against the corner where the fence joined the wall. The drapes 
were pulled apart two feet. It was plenty of space for Heidi to look through 
into the bedroom. 

Gillie was raised up on the bed as Heidi had pictured him, his hips 
underneath the stew's crooked thighs. He was holding her shoulders down, his 
head only inches from the firm, perked nipples rising from her breasts. 

It was hot and exciting stuff and it scared Heidi shitless to watch. If she 
were caught now, her ass was up a creek without a paddle. 

"You like it," he demanded, jiggling the bed. "Feel my cock, Miss Super 
Cunt?" He relaxed his arms, holding her down only by the thrust of hardness 
into her twat. He watched her squirming under his domination, grinding her 
hips, almost begging him to fuck her. 

"Oh, God, you know what a woman like me wants," she pleaded. "Do it. Oh, do 
it now!" 

"Oh sure," laughed Gillie, flexing his cock, watching her squirm. Her twat 
was soft as overripe tomatoes and her channel was slippery and tight. He ran 
his fingers down into her bushy sex and jabbed her with more cock. 

Darlene, the stewardess, was going crazy. Her thighs were stretched out, 
aching for him to go in. Her juice dribbled crazily down the thick, tufted 
crotch pelt and through the crease in her butt cheeks. The stink was thick, 
a miasma of sticky-sweet odor that surrounded them. She was swearing now, 
screaming and throwing a tantrum like a schoolgirl. Darlene ran her 
fingernails up and down his flexed thighs, groping for his crotch. She 
looked through the valley between her breasts, over her fluttering belly 
down at his crotch. Half his dick was in her slit. She squirmed like an eel, 
her longing now an anguished pain in her womb. He toyed with her cunt like a 
puppy with a ball. The bastard! 

Darlene could make any man come. Except this one, who played with her. And 
it drove her crazy. 

"I want it there," she screamed. Her guts were churned up and soft as jelly. 
She was breathing heavily, on the edge of hyperventilation. The room spun 
crazily before her eyes like a huge merry-go-round. Her hips were moving 
against the mattress, the bed groaning its displeasure. Darlene arched her 
back, pushing her dark red nipples up at Gillie's slavering mouth. Only a 
few seconds before those teeth and lips had stirred her tits with hot 
flashes of pleasure. Darlene begged again for his mouth. She was hot, 
covered with a patina of sweat and passion. Her cunt was all thick and 
gooey, ready and waiting for him. She opened her thighs until the hip bones 
threatened to disjoint. Her lips were moving silently, then a noise came 
from deep in her gulping throat. It was a terrible, gurgling sound but it 
grew louder and more resonant until her body seemed to talk to him like a 
single twanging guitar string. 

"Please," she said. "Have me, fuck me. Take me with savage abandon." 

From her vantage point at the window, Heidi was squeezing down on her twat, 
tears dripping from her wide eyes. She had never been so excited. Her twat 
was leaking like a faucet. She was an interloper, separated by glass and 
distance, yet she was part of Darlene's urgent pleadings. Heidi's twat was 
wet as a soaked sponge. She watched Gillie rest his hands against the stew's 
inflamed breasts and rock in the saddle made by her legs. 

"Ooooo!" she gasped. 

His dick slowly inched in. Darlene's hips came up slowly around his waist as 
his hard shaft sank into the slimy womb. Her belly fluttered spasticly, the 
stretched muscles tight and responsive. Darlene closed her eyes, feeling him 
come deeper and deeper. Phlegm clogged her throat and she coughed as her 
body was free and her legs were splayed and his dick was entering, probing. 
She rolled her head and opened her eyes. And that's when she saw Heidi at 
the window, her nose pressed against the glass. 

The stew's mouth formed an O shape. Her eyes fluttered in disbelief. 

Gillie realized the change taking place, feeling the stew slipping away from 
his domination and he was mad. With a flash of movement, he drove his hips 
forward against her mound, burying his cock into her womb all the way. Their 
pubic hair rubbed together and he ground his crotch against her stimulated 
clitoris. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" 

I didn't! It couldn't be Darlene's brain was crackling like a Roman candle. 
Was that a face? Who would it be? She wondered for an instant, then it 
didn't matter because Gillie was driving into her cunt like a freight train. 

"Oh, fuck me...Jesus...feel how tight. .. you don't know what that does!" 

The orgasm rose from her womb like a butterfly from a cocoon. It fluttered 
and sputtered and then climbed higher and higher, circling and spinning, 
rising up into space free and fluttering. 

"Come!!! Commmming!!!!" Her guts rumbled like old seat springs as she came 
charging off the bed, her twat hanging out, wet and slick. 

Gillie pistoned her slot with hard, banging strokes. He wouldn't stop, even 
when she rotated her hips and pumped her thighs. 

Heidi couldn't believe it. Both were straining forward, grabbing each other 
with frantic last-minute stroking. It was nothing like that fling in the 
drive-in when a boy two years older than herself pushed her into the back 
and came all over her twat. That was Heidi's introduction to sex. Now, 
shivering in the corner, flooded with excitement, she saw sex was more than 
she thought. 

As Gillie said, "Okay, baby, keep fucking with your cunt!", Heidi grabbed 
her twat and jammed her finger into the slot as if it were a cock. Watching 
the two lovers, Heidi had her own twat to finger and it felt good. 
"Aaaaahhhh!!!" she gasped. 

Gillie was making big noises as he worked into a fuck frenzy. His hips moved 
in a lazy half-circle, drawing back with gathering tension, his leg muscles 
hardening as he pushed forward. His hips shot like a blur. He plunged in so 
fast that Darlene's sucking cunt slot had no time to react. He squeezed 
through her flesh like a knife through cream cheese. 

"THERE, BABY!" he shouted. 

Darlene jerked into the air. Tears of anguish streamed down her cheeks as 
her spent body flopped down. He had strung her out, her womb begged for his 
hot seed. 

"Oh, I can't stop... I can't wait any longer," she cried. The cock seared 
her hole, driving her thighs apart. She was drying up, the pain was crashing 
in. Oh, no! He was surging into raw flesh, a terrible sensation. Darlene 
opened her mouth ready to scream. And then in a terrible second, his dick 
snapped hard against her channel and a fearsome scream filled her ears. She 
couldn't believe it. A smile started across her mouth, but never finished, 
as the thick, boiling jizz shot from his cock into her dry socket cunt 
sleeve. 

She was alive. Very much alive! Her asshole squeezed up and her mouth hung 
slack. His cock filled her cunt and she loved it. "Fuck it! Fuck, oh 
fucking, fuck!" she gasped, the words dribbling from her mouth, like the 
spent semen from her womb. 

Her legs had come back to life. Now she was humping and rolling her round 
butt cheeks, letting him grasp her butt and hold her steady while his dick 
slammed home. 

"Bitch! Wonderful fucking bitch!" Gillie roared. He was mad, passionately 
mad. He was spent and tired and in pain. His cock felt thick as a garden 
hose, the knotty end aching from sex. Sperm shot out like water from a 
fountain. He arched his hips, shooting the stream into her sucking cooze. 
What a cunt! She held him with her crack, a wonderful sensation! Her sleeve 
filled slowly with his priceless fluid, his dick complying by draining out 
in a nice, steady stream of come. 

"Fantastic!" he said. Eyes closed, his mind was miles away. He thought of 
the golf course and the young caddie he had picked up. He felt better than 
he ever had. He might shoot a sixty tomorrow. Set a course record. 

Yes, I could, he thought, his dreams becoming an extension of himself. Hell, 
I will! 

Then he looked down and saw that his drained cock was in Darlene's warm 
mouth. He lay back into her thighs while her dry tongue licked him clean. 

Anything was possible, anything at all. There were no barriers. 

And suddenly, he was thinking of Heidi and the way her nipples stuck through 
her golf shirt that day. 

Now why would he think of her? 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Sweat poured off her skin in sheets. Her flesh was hot, her blood pulsating. 
She had splinters in her hands and raw spots on her thighs from climbing the 
fence back to the safety of her patio. Her eyes were dilated and she blinked 
nervously. 

Heidi was stunned. In the huge encompassing darkness of her mind, brief 
streaks of light flashed with brilliant clarity. My God, she thought, he's a 
beast! An animal! Even now she could hear the couple moaning through the 
walls. Everything seemed unreal; it was a big, goofy dream world. 

"Oh, darling," said the stewardess. "Are you happy?" 

Heidi pictured the two love birds clutched in each other's arms. Or, 
perhaps, the stewardess was cuddled into his lap, her mouth licking the 
wrinkled skin covering his cock. 

My goodness! He was huge and thick and throbbing and Heidi's guts were 
churning. Suddenly, she was very much awake. Too much awake! 

She cupped her breasts and squeezed the throbbing red nipples. The sweat 
made her flesh slippery and somehow erotic. Between her thighs was another 
slippery wetness, but she dared not touch herself there, not quite yet. 
Heidi was filled with lust. She knew what she wanted. It was clear as the 
Tucson morning sky. 

I want his cock, she thought. . . I want his cock between my legs where my 
twat is all wet and I want him fucking me hard. With savage insistence! 

Her head was throbbing and she put the glass down and slumped on the bed. 
She felt guilty as hell. Gillie was twice her age. He was a grown man and 
she was just a punk kid whose only sexual experience had been an excited kid 
in the back of a car. How the hell was she ever going to land a guy like 
Gillie? She cupped her puny tits and wiggled her skinny butt, imagining that 
she was doing a strip tease before his eyes. Why, he'd laugh at you, Heidi 
thought. He'd just laugh and tell you to go away. It would be awful! 

I'd slash my wrists or jump off a bridge first before I'd take such 
humiliation! 

She rolled listlessly on the bed and then the door slammed next door. The 
stewardess had left. Or maybe it was a different room. Heidi didn't know and 
didn't care. But she couldn't stay in the motel room a second longer. She 
had to get away from Gillie, at least for a little while, so her mind could 
calm down. She buttoned her blouse and sat up. The room was bathed in 
moonlight, creating strange, eerie shapes against the bedspread. There 
wasn't any time to think out a plan. A small voice in her brain screeched, 
"Go! Go! Go!" It was a pretty and pleasant summer evening, one of those 
tranquil nights that lovers hold hands in and walk through the dew-soaked 
grass in bare feet. Taking a deep breath, Heidi opened the door to her room 
and looked down the hallway. It was after midnight and the hotel seemed 
deserted. Heidi took off. 

She ran out the back entrance, the one that led to the golf course and when 
she hit the soft grass, Heidi took off at a gallop. Her legs chewed up the 
soft grass, gracefully clearing the small hedge that fenced in the motel. 
Her heart pounded as she ran, the throbbing sound of her pulse making Heidi 
feel wild and free. 

She covered the first hole and then ran down the second, the gentle wind 
exciting her breasts. Heidi had the urge to loosen her blouse and pants. It 
would be great to run around naked. Her twat was still hot as a furnace. The 
golf course was like a tiny island. There were no sounds except for the 
wind, and the moon supplied the only light. Looking back, the motel stood 
silhouetted against the mountains. How pretty, the young runner thought. How 
romantic! 

She ran for what seemed an eternity. She crossed fairways, ran through rows 
of palms and sand traps and over the waist-high elephant grass until she 
slipped and fell down, too exhausted to get up. She closed her eyes to the 
night and heard the urgent voice of the stewardess begging for more and more 
cock. 

Heidi's eyes snapped open. Now dizzy from exertion, she realized that 
running away was not the solution. The sweat poured down her face in tiny 
rivulets. What she needed was sex. Her body craved it, needed it. Heidi 
hungered for a man's strong arms to hold her tightly against him. She wanted 
a man's fingers caressing her tits and sweeping between her thighs and 
cupping her rounded butt cheeks. That's what she needed! And if Gillie was 
out of the running for now, then someone else would have to do. She thought 
a moment before rising to her feet. 

Heidi was new to Tucson. No one knew who she was. A sliver of a smile 
appeared on her thin cheeks. It grew until her teeth shone in the darkness 
and all the aching grief poured from her body. 

Heidi knew what she had to do. 

Frank Anselmo sat in the motel lobby smoking a cigarette, a simple violation 
of the hotel's rules that could end in his dismissal if someone caught him. 
But no one would. Because it was almost two in the morning and the desk 
clerk was asleep. 

II just wasn't his day, he thought dragging on the smoke. Ralph had a nice 
job worked out for him and then the night man got sick and he had to pull 
emergency duty. Imagine that! Why the hell did he answer the phone? It was 
late in the evening and he knew better. How could he pull duty if they 
couldn't get hold of him? 

So Frank had only himself to blame and as he Finished his cigaret, he cursed 
the world for treating him so mean. His black limousine stood out front 
waiting to whisk the first guest away from the motel. Nobody rode in 
limousines at night, but the motel liked to look classy for the annual golf 
tournament, so they had the car out front. 

Just when the night hours were getting to Frank and he had the half-baked 
idea of jumping in the limousine and driving home to get a few hours of 
shut-eye, he heard a voice behind him. Immediately he crushed the butt 
between his fingers and whirled around, the familiar "Where to?" on his lips 
when he saw Heidi. 

"Holy shit!" he cursed softly. She was dripping wet and her clothes were 
filthy. What's more she fidgeted nervously with the button of her blouse and 
Frank's eyebrows rose two inches when he noticed she wore no bra. 

"Damn," he whistled. Was he dreaming? This was the girl Ralph wanted messed 
with. So what was she doing out in the lobby, looking sweaty and dirty with 
her nipples sticking through her blouse? 

"Hey, I remember you," he said. "You're the caddie. The one everyone is 
talking about." 

Heidi looked him over. She remembered his strange eyes and the secretive 
look he had given her. 

The chauffeur was Frank Anselmo, a third generation Italian whose father 
used to procure girls for the town's mayor. He could barely read and write, 
which didn't bother him. His brothers were not much on learning; What they 
hustled for was women. And they were all well endowed to satisfy the 
never-ending supply of girls. Frank's cock hung down like a miniature fire 
hose. A girl friend had measured him once at just over twelve inches. And 
that was soft! His cock was limber and loose with a knotty end that drove 
the girls wild. 

"You going somewhere?" he asked. The girl was dripping wet and it was early 
in the morning. He wanted to know what happened. More importantly, he wanted 
the horny bitch underneath him, letting her thighs vibrate while his cock 
played hell with her cunt. "Maybe a quick ride around town?" 

Heidi felt relieved. Her eyes traveled up and down Frank's muscle-bound body 
which threatened to rip the seams out of the skin-tight black uniform. He 
was built like a gorilla. "I'm short on money," she said. 

Frank motioned towards the car. "That's all right. It's on the house. Come 
on." 

Heidi should have known something strange was happening when Frank held the 
front door open for her. Passengers rarely sat up front with the driver. But 
she wasn't thinking. The humming of the wheels had a hypnotic effect on her 
as the limousine cruised out to the freeway. She closed her eyes and 
listened as the miles quickly clicked by. The seat was nice and comfortable 
as she leaned back, resting her sweaty neck against the headrest. Her 
breasts rose up and down under her blouse. The nipples stuck out like rubber 
thimbles. Frank reached for the radio and turned on an early morning FM 
station. 

This girl was really a nice piece! Occasionally he looked over at Heidi and 
whistled under his breath. He liked the way her chest rose with every breath 
and the nice wiggle of her butt against the seat. His cock was hard along 
the inside of his thigh. He squirmed his legs but that only increased the 
pleasure. Her hips wriggled into the seat, the sweat glistening across her 
hairless thighs. She lay back nodding her head to the beat of the music, her 
fingers dancing seductively on her hips. 

Despite his success with broads, this one threw Frank for a loop. She was so 
warm and friendly and innocent and compliant that he was afraid to seduce 
her. His cock was hard all the way down his leg to the knee and he worried 
about hurting the girl. Heidi's silky warm skin gave him courage. The last 
girl was a fourteen-year-old who had been so hot for his body that she 
threatened to kill herself in his apartment if he did not fuck her pubescent 
cunt. Frank gripped the wheel, wondering how he ever got into such kinky 
situations. How well he remembered that broad. 

She was the daughter of a multi-millionaire and a virgin to boot. But she 
wanted to fuck and fuck badly. She had slipped from her clothes and 
surrounded his dick with her mouth and sucked him and jacked his cock off 
until he went through the roof. And this the daughter of one of the 
wealthiest men in Tucson! So why was Miss Hot-to-trot any different? He 
watched her lips and imagined them sucking the sperm from his shaft. Man, he 
loved being sucked off. And this sleeping beauty, the one who was so sweaty 
she could slide out of her clothes without undoing one button, looked 
fantastic! 

Go ahead, he told himself. What the fuck do you have to lose? He unzipped 
his fly and pulled out his cock. The hard, stiff shaft sprung forward, hard 
and round as a metal baton. He wiggled his hips and then brought his hand up 
and down the throbbing shaft. Frank looked along the freeway for the most 
convenient exit where the big car would go unnoticed by patrolling cops. He 
brought his hand up and down the shaft, working the skin while looking for a 
place to pull over. 

Heidi felt him stirring. She must have dozed off, because slowly opening her 
eyes she saw the empty road and wondered where they were. She turned to 
Frank who was busy with his cock. When she saw him, all twelve throbbing 
inches of him, her jaw dropped with surprise. 

"Oh, my goodness!" she gasped. The swaying of the car gliding as if on air, 
only increased the bizarreness of the scene. Her tiny cunt wept like an open 
wound. She couldn't believe Frank was jacking off only a few inches from her 
face! 

It was incredible! The image of her Gillie ramming the stewardess with his 
cock, fucking her cunt with wild abandon, made her quaver. Now was her 
chance to learn about the world, right here in the car, in the front seat of 
a limousine. Her heart pounded furiously. And a voice in the back of her 
mind shouted, "Grab him. Stick his cock in your mouth!" Her hand hesitated, 
then she lunged. At the same instant, Frank glanced across, saw her hand, 
and freaked. His cock filled with sperm and with lightening fast reflexes he 
was pushing the knotty cock head towards her mouth. 

Heidi lunged to take him inside her face before the sperm shot out. 

She missed by a split second. As her face came forward, she was met by an 
explosion of hot, wet goo shooting from the end. 

"Yaaaa!" Frank groaned, his hot juice splashing her cheeks. He screeched the 
limo to the shoulder and frantically pumped his stem, jizzing the speechless 
girl's face with cock cream. 

Heidi's mouth yawned open. Juice went everywhere except down her throat. 
Frank was jack-hammering his shaft with a vengeful fury. His cock, long and 
limber as a whip, spit out sperm. He grunted like a madman, his balls 
bouncing up and down with every jerk of his foreskin. Heidi's startled eyes 
saw it all and a wave of emptiness coupled with embarrassment filled her 
mind. 

The limo's tires screeched onto the road shoulder, the back wheels Fish 
tailing along the narrow lane as Frank guided the car to a halt while 
masturbating his cock. Only a miracle stopped them from breaking through the 
guard wall and tumbling over the freeway embankment. Neither of them was 
aware of the danger. 

Heidi looked up at Frank. She was covered with sperm. "Tm going to be sick," 
she said weakly. Heidi opened the door and breathed the fresh desert air. 
The dizziness quickly passed. There was nothing to be said. When she slammed 
the door Frank was waiting with a rag in his hand. 

"Here, use this to clean up," he said sheepishly. 

Frank was embarrassed. He felt like a punk kid who took the town slut out to 
get a piece of ass and then botched the job. His cock hung down on his leg, 
flaccid as an overcooked noodle. He watched Heidi wipe her face. What the 
hell was he going to tell Ralph? Or Mrs. Gillie, for that matter? He had a 
job to do and the girl had walked right into his arms. It was like taking 
candy from a baby and he had blown the whole goddamn shooting match. What a 
fool! 

"You slob," said Heidi. "I ought to call the police. I'm seventeen. Your ass 
would be grass." 

"Yeah," said the chauffeur, looking through the windshield. This little 
chippie was something. Real nerve for a girl. He liked that. "But why ruin a 
good thing?" 

Indignant, Heidi held up the rag. "You call this a good thing? Shooting your 
load out like a moron? I've had more fun at drive-ins with kids my own age." 

Her angry voice spat at him like a gun. She was humiliated. First Gillie and 
now this bulky overweight palooka. She twitched her hips. Her first chance 
at an affair had fallen flat. "Take me home, damn it," she said. "And make 
it snappy. Otherwise, it's the cops and your ass." 

"You're something else," Frank said, amazed at the impetuous young girl. In 
all his years no woman had ever dared talk to an Anselmo this way. He was so 
taken aback that he didn't bash her face in for affronting his pride. 

"I'll think about it," said Frank. 

Heidi snapped her head around, furious. "What do you mean?" she began and 
then she knew. 

The huge cock running along Frank's leg was flickering back to life. Her 
heart beat furiously. It might be a good night after all. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The limo glided to a halt in front of the hotel. Frank looked around, saw no 
one, and climbed from the car with Heidi following. They walked through the 
lobby, past the empty front desk. Heidi was exhilarated. Her bare feet sunk 
into the soft lobby rug and she almost had an orgasm from the deep piling 
tickling her feet. Her cunt was wildly wet and her tits protruded like 
grapefruit halves. It was almost four in the morning and in a few hours the 
sleepy hotel would be buzzing with activity. Still, there was plenty of 
time. 

Frank was brimming over with excitement. He had no illusions. A grown man 
doesn't enter a girl's room in the morning to play tiddlywinks. If someone 
reported him, his ass would be in a sling. 

But so what. He wanted the girl's cunt. After jizzing all over her face and 
feeling like a fool, he had a chance to regain his pride. And he would, too! 

Only once had his confidence deserted him, and that was with the Gillie 
broad. He had stopped by for a drink and the next moment the two of them 
were naked on the kitchen floor, rolling around in Wesson oil with the 
Gillie broad screaming for him to fuck her asshole! He had done a few kinky 
things in his life, but the Gillie woman was a whole new trip. She was like 
a fucking animal! Not that he minded really, because once he got into the 
old broad's cooze, she did things with her pelvis that sent him through the 
roof. He had fucked that tramp until her thighs fluttered like butterfly 
wings and his hot cream drained into her vagina in a never-ending supply. 

Yeah, that broad was a monster, grinned Frank as Heidi keyed the lock and 
slid the door open. But this little twat tease wasn't bad either. 

"You like?" Heidi inquired. Her guts were in knots. The evening had gone by 
like a dream, a wild pornographic dream! She didn't want to think about 
Gillie. He was sleeping away, exhausted by the airline girl who sucked and 
fucked him into slumbering bliss. 

Heidi looked at Frank and stopped. She did not know the first thing about 
sex; it was still a mystery despite the events of the evening. She sat down 
on the bed and crossed her legs while Frank locked the door. Then he removed 
his clothes. 

First came the coat and then the shirt. He had a deep chest, with strong 
muscles along his shoulders, and a thin waist. Heidi watched as the pants 
dropped to the floor, her heart beating wildly as his underwear came off, 
exposing the man's giant cock. In a few seconds that monster thing would be 
between her legs. It seemed too much. Her cunt wouldn't stretch that far. 
Panic jarred her senses as she watched him jerk the shaft with his fingers, 
her eyes frozen on his huge, jangling balls. 

"He'll rip me in two! It'll never get inside me, never! 

Frank looked at the frightened girl. Her reaction was the same as other 
women when they saw his cock erect, standing out like a jack handle. How 
little a woman knew about the mysteries of her own cunt. Why, that soft 
gooey pouch would stretch forever! He would push into her warmth until she 
wiggled like a worm on a hook. He licked his lips greedily. Oh, she didn't 
know a thing about her cunt. But she would all right. And soon! 

"Afraid?" Frank asked. His languid brown eyes, dark and unfathomable, 
sparkled with mischief. A long pause ensued. 

"No!" she shouted. She tingled in every atom of her body. He was built like 
a donkey. And there was no mistaking the thrust of his hips and the lustful 
nature of his smile. If she screamed he would put a hand over her mouth and 
fuck her anyway. Frank wouldn't be stopped. In the car, maybe. But not once 
inside her bedroom. She felt weak and wanted to cry. Then an idea popped 
into her mind. It was born out of desperation. 

Maybe if I lick his cock, she thought, he'll go away. Heidi felt a steady 
throbbing in her cunt. It had spread from her tumescent tits and now 
flowered in her twat. She was dead if he used that cock on her cunt. Dead as 
hell. 

"Take your clothes off," Frank said, kneeling on the bed. Heidi did as she 
was told. First off came the flimsy cotton blouse, all stained with semen 
and sweat. Then her pants fell with a tug. She sat on the bed, her twat 
reeking of sex, her breasts rising taunt and firm from her chest. 

"Nice tits," Frank admired. "You got some growing up to do, but nice 
anyway." 

Now both were naked and the fear set in. Heidi wanted to go pee but was 
afraid to ask. She shivered and moved her legs. When Frank hunched forward, 
she slithered underneath him and took his cock in her mouth. 

"Say that's gooood", groaned Frank, driving his prick halfway down her 
throat. Her throat bucked against his meat, but he stroked nice and slow 
until she got used to him. Frank felt the old familiar stirring of sexual 
longing. It rippled through his muscles and down his back and thighs. She 
was nice and cuddly, curled up around his fuck stick. He groaned again, 
forcing his mind to concentrate on other things so he could save his juice 
for her cunt. 

For several seconds the two said nothing. The only sound came from Heidi's 
wet lips. She went up and down his tool, gasping for breath as her tongue 
licked his knurled cock head. His fingers touched her back and Heidi 
trembled. 

"Don't do it," she said. She sucked harder, wrapping her tongue around him 
like an eel. He was wet and slick from her mouth, but Heidi didn't stop, not 
for a minute. Her fingers found his balls, and hunching down into the hairy 
man's crotch, she jerked on his nuts, running the oblong objects through her 
fingers. 

"Hmmmmm!" Frank groaned. To return the favor, he caressed her thighs until 
goose bumps sprang up along her skin. 

Ohhh, that's good, but I won't let him know it, thought Heidi. She worked 
feverishly on his balls, thinking he would come any second in her mouth. 
Then his hand slid between her butt cheeks and down into her cooze. The 
goose bumps flowed down her back and across her shoulders. Her tits were 
hard as diamonds. Wildly she sucked his penis. Her fingers yanked on his 
balls, squeezing valiantly. He wouldn't come. Oh, no! He wouldn't come in 
her mouth. 

Then she felt a stab of pain between her legs. Her thighs spread out and a 
finger was deep into her crease, moving the warm juice about. It was nice, 
so fucking nice that Heidi didn't want to stop. 

"Like me fingering your cunt?" Frank said. He was watching the girl flinch 
under his command. The wet spot grew wider between her legs. He encouraged 
her to hump her thighs and take his finger deeper. 

Frank had been wrong about her virginity. She'd been fucked all right, but 
she wasn't exactly a professional nympho either. He liked fucking a girl 
that was young and ripe. He was tired of damaged goods. He could go for some 
tight pussy for a change. And from the way she humped his hand, the little 
broad could use some hard dick. Well, he was only too happy to comply! 

Pulling on her mound with an ease that exploded along Heidi's pussy, Frank 
flipped the girl over, popping his cock free. 

His massive baton glistened from her wet mouth. It flickered wickedly like a 
snake. It looked bigger and harder than before. She reached for him, holding 
the slippery skin with her shaking palm, feeling the blood throbbing through 
the venous skin. His balls, swollen and tender as plums, swung free, the 
scrotum full of sperm. 

The butterflies tingled in her stomach. Her womb was soft and tender from 
his Finger fucking. Yet she dreaded his giant prick jamming into his 
precious hole. 

Yet she could do nothing. Frank pulled her terrified body close. His dick 
lay against her trembling thigh and worked up and down her, caressing the 
skin until the goose bumps swept across her belly and down to her twat. She 
was shivering and quaking and filled with passion and fear. He rubbed her 
twat and the sparks he set off in her clitoris made her jump. She opened her 
mouth to plead with him so his cock would not hurt her. But Frank was 
already in motion. He held up her thighs and split her slit until her pink 
cunt lips looked at him. He jerked his cock free, stared straight into her 
eyes and pushed into her cunt. 

"Ooooo!" she gasped. Her cunt hurt, seared for a moment, then opened. He was 
strong and incredibly fierce. Adrenalin pumped his muscles full with 
strength, his insatiable lust guiding his movements. He was an animal. His 
nose twitched at the ripe smell of her cunt. Juice wetted her and the odors 
of fear and desire smoldered across the wispy patch of pubic hair. 

"Cunt!" he roared. His heat pounded a mile a minute. She wiggled helplessly 
on the tip of his cock. He was only an inch into her quim. 

He bent his head against her nipples and sucked on the ripe berries while 
feeding dick into her loins. Ohhh! Wonderful! 

Heidi twisted away, feeling the surge rising up. Frank pulled her cunt down 
on his dick, using her butt cheeks as handles. He dug fingernails into her 
tender flesh and squeezed more dick into her stubborn portal. His curly 
black chest hair rubbed against her belly. His mouth zinged pleasure into 
her chest. 

Heidi was ecstatic! His weight crushed her, his cock searing a hot trail 
between her fluttering thighs. She wiggled against his fingers, but without 
success. He wouldn't let go. He went deeper and deeper and Heidi was 
screaming. Her mouth was buried in his shoulder and the words were muffled. 
The bed sagged under the steady pumping of hips. Flesh slapped ferociously 
against flesh. Frank guided his dick into the wet cunt sleeve, working 
against the girl's flinching, terrified muscles. He pulled more cunt onto 
his shaft. Now he was in halfway. 

Heidi couldn't refuse him. It was pointless to fight. Her mound opened up, 
the lips spreading like petals of a tulip. Heidi lifted her hips, rising up 
off the bed to meet his plunging thrust. 

"Feel it!" shouted Frank, grinding downward. He was in his element. He 
recognized the wretched, ecstatic look on Heidi's face. 

Her bloodshot eyes followed the plunge of his cock toward the wet sleeve of 
her cunt. Her lips quivered slightly. Could it go so deep? Was it possible? 
She stared down along his fuck tube and then up from his crotch along his 
sweating, tensed body up to his cruel, thin lips. 

"In, baby," he whispered. He wiggled again and she gasped. "Feel it, don't 
ya? You're wondering how anything so big and hard could get into your cunt." 
Then he laughed for the first time, a bone rattling laugh, pitched high like 
a hyena's. "Well, it can. And it will." 

And then he was moving forward. His hands cupped her breasts and pushed her 
to the mattress. Her thighs squeezed tight, but he was in between, spreading 
her twat open. He fingered her nipples, setting her off like a firecracker 
and then pushed his inflated cock into her slit in a slow, steady motion. 

"Aaaahhhh!" Her hips wagged back and forth and her slit clutched the 
throbbing hunk of meat as it sluiced into her cunt. Up and up it went, 
making her gag and scream. Making her want to fuck! Fuck hard! 

Heidi with her devilish fantasies, was very much a woman underneath his 
rutting pole. As their passion became bolder, the urgencies of her body 
shrieking from every pore, Heidi relaxed. There was nothing to be afraid of. 
His cock was fantastic! When he reached for her butt, she grasped his hands, 
pleading, "No! Play with my tits." 

Her own voice shocked her. A minute before she had wanted to run. Now she 
wanted to stay and fuck! "Oh I want you. Deeper! Fuck deeper!" 

As if to prove her point, Heidi arched her skinny butt and ground her raised 
mound against Frank's crotch. Her throat made choking noises as the passion 
swelled like a flood through her chest. "Ohhhhh so wonderful!" 

Frank was panting like a frenzied dog. He had fucked all sorts of broads, 
but none like Heidi. For her size she was surprisingly tough and receptive, 
like the Chinese broads he'd banged in Singapore. His cock lined the sweaty 
cunt channel as tight as a hand in an undersized glove. Every powerful 
stroke upward made his balls jangle with delight. Her legs splayed out on 
either side and her hips jackhammered his cock. 

"Hmmmm!" she managed to say. Saliva streaked down her cheeks. 

Frank realized for the First time that her juice was running everywhere and 
his balls ached and he was so hard. So goddam hard! 

"Come, baby, come," he shouted. 

"Yesss!" She humped and heaved and rubbed her cunt and pumped her ass, 
grinding her mound against his pounding cock. She felt almost nothing at 
first. And then her belly collapsed down around his prick. 

"Frank!" she shouted. "Oh fuck me!" 

And he did. He held out until he couldn't stand the pain any longer then, 
with a roaring of hips, he sank into her cooze and emptied his sperm. It 
flowed into her, thick and warm. He was all man and all animal and at the 
wild, frenzied moment when he came, his mind couldn't function. He drained 
away inside her cunt. A long stream of white come flowed like a river. It 
never seemed to stop and he didn't want it too. 

What a piece of ass, he thought as she fought for one orgasm after another. 
This is the kind of girl I've been looking for. 

Heidi was living a dream. She could barely move her hips to suck in more 
juice. She closed her eyes and let Frank's body flop around on her, the skin 
slippery with sweat, their bodies joined by his monster cock. Her head was a 
magical top, spinning into space. Suddenly, she felt a tugging at her groin, 
and opening her eyes she saw Frank. 

He was holding his drooping cock in his hand like a garter snake. It drooped 
on both sides of his palm. She watched the knotted end come up to her face, 
her eyes blinking with disbelief at what he wanted her to do. She was 
euphoric, her cunt trembled with delight. She looked at his drippy dick and 
suppressed the revulsion she felt for this man. 

"Yes," she whispered, touching the fuck stick that had thrilled her cunt and 
now lay flopping like a fish. She opened her lips and gobbled the cock down, 
sucking and licking all the way. The taste was not bad. It was raw and 
pungent and closing her eyes she didn't think it was all that horrid. 

It was good in fact. Sensational! 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Caddies, as every serious golfer knows, are decent men on the course who 
respect the rules of the game. They show courtesy and deference to other 
players even during tournaments when a single stroke might cost them a 
thousand-dollar tip. 

Above all, caddies are assets to golfers. During a tournament a pro will 
treat his caddie as a favorite son. In return the caddie plays many roles: 
confidant, adviser, best friend and whipping boy. 

He is there so the pro can play his best and make the most money. That's the 
bottom line, making the money. 

Thrusting a girl into this small, cliquish job was a stroke of genius for 
Bruce Gillie. The camera men from the local television stations were on the 
course filming news clips. When word got out that Bruce Gillie had a girl 
lugging his clubs, it created a sensation. The other golfers acted amused. 
At least on camera they did. During practice more than one pro grumbled 
about "that silly cunt ruining the game." But the golfers weren't the only 
ones with an opinion about Heidi Anderson. Everyone had something to say. 

The caddies hated the intrusion of a woman into their ranks. The only jobs 
that paid big money were the annual tournaments. Then it was do or die and 
the competition was stiff without opening the ranks for women. 

Tournament promoters, however, were delighted with Heidi's appearance as the 
first woman caddie. She was pretty and vivacious with the crowd and she 
looked good in front of the cameras. By the second day of the pre-tournament 
rounds, Heidi was as well known as some of the pros, a raw spot to the 
egomaniacs who saw themselves as future Arnold Palmers. "Bruce must be hard 
up," said one young pro, "to bring his pussy along." Several women's groups 
thought it was an anti-movement stance for Heidi, being a caddie. "Sex 
object-chauvinism" became the phrase of the day and several small 
demonstrations were held. 

Gillie smiled reflectively to himself, a brief acknowledgement of his good 
instincts. If nothing else, he knew two things: How to pick women and how to 
play golf. He might bomb out occasionally as he did with Esther or with the 
few tournaments when he finished out of the money. But his luck had turned 
and he was reaping the rewards of success once again. 

Heidi was getting used to the gawking crowds. In fact, she was enjoying the 
attention. Her shyness had kept her on the fringe, out of the limelight all 
these years. Now, forced into the spotlight, Heidi found the experience 
exciting. She liked adulation. It was heady stuff. 

But the caddies were something else again. She first tried to ignore their 
surly remarks. But she couldn't. 

Why don't they leave me alone, she thought. At the pro shop where they all 
signed in, one chunky man with half his teeth missing bent over and sneered, 
"Baby, how about a little pussy for us hometown boys?" 

She looked aghast. No one ever talked to her so crudely. At least, not until 
that wonderful night spent with Frank. Now this lug reminded her how crude 
and base men could be. She ignored him, but inside she felt hurt. Why did he 
have to be mean? It wasn't her fault, Heidi told herself. It was just a job. 

Once, early in the first practice round, Gillie remarked how upset she 
looked. Heidi turned and said she felt fine. "Are you sure?" he replied. And 
then she nodded her head and that was that. 

Or it was until an incident happened the night before the first round. The 
crowds had gone home and the golfers were in the bar, sizing each other up 
over Scotch and water. Only the caddies were left. Most were changing into 
street clothes and Heidi was walking back to her room when she made a 
sidestep and went into the women's wash room to pee. There were three stalls 
in the little cramped bathroom and two sinks. Heidi took the first stall and 
plopped down on the seat. 

Her pants were wet with perspiration and her legs trembled from the long 
day's strenuous activities. Why couldn't the caddies treat her right? The 
tinkle of urine splattered against the walls of the cistern. It coursed from 
her slit, spraying up against her thighs. As she peed, all the tension and 
frustrations seemed to go with it. Already Heidi felt better. 

The bathroom door opened and a hand jiggled the stall door. 

"You in there?" said a man's voice. 

"Oh, my God!" gasped Heidi, clutching her thighs together. Her face turned 
crimson as she tried to stop the torrent of urine voiding from her body. 
What was this man doing in the bathroom? He's got the wrong restroom, she 
thought. And then the rough voice chilled her to the bone. 

"Come on, sweet thing," the man said. "Open this door and let me see that 
nice pussy you flaunt all over the course." 

The stall had a small metal latch, but it snapped as the door flew back. 
Heidi stared up at a leering man with crumpled black hair and bloodshot 
eyes. He smelled of whiskey and manure. His shirt was spattered with mud and 
his hairy arms were crusted with dirt. He was well over six feet tall and 
was heavyset. His eyes caught hers, held them in his wild gaze. 

The urine trickled from her urethra. Nothing could stop the flow. She 
squeezed her thighs, trying to stop his eyes from probing her mound, but it 
was a futile gesture. Heidi was scared beyond words. She was trapped, 
sitting on the John while this pervert stared at her. She wanted to scream, 
but her throat was dry and constricted. 

Who was he? 

The man slumped against the stall wall, his arm drooped over the metal 
frame. He drooled on his shirt, his hideous filth filling the stall with an 
evil, earthy smell. His parched lips parted, showing clean, white teeth. 
"Lookee, baby," he said. "Lookee what I've brought you, Miss Teenage Cunt!" 

Heidi's horrified eyes followed his free arm down the front of his chest to 
his crotch, where his cock rose out obscenely. She gulped, looking at his 
swollen member. It was big as a banana and it shimmered in the light. Heidi 
gripped the toilet seat with both hands and tightened up her butt cheeks. 
The pee continued to flow unabated. It was like a fast river racing into the 
water. The only sounds were the splashing of toilet water and the grunting 
animal noises coming from the man. 

Heidi knew what he wanted. She was so horrified that such a bestial act 
could happen at a plush country club, that she wanted to faint. 

The man's cock was inches from her mouth. The shaft was unusually thick and 
hard with a massive, wedge-shaped head. It flickered wickedly before her 
startled eyes. 

"Baby, you got two seconds to suck me," he said. He brought his hand down 
and a switchblade flashed opened in the light. "Give me good head and I'll 
let you go." 

He means it. I know he does. I have to do this for him otherwise he'll kill 
me! Her mind was racing and her heart pounded and there was not time to 
think. She reached for his crotch, fondled his slippery cock and pulled him 
forward. 

"Aaaaahhhh!" he gasped, his hot cock going into her hotter mouth. Man, this 
broad was right on the edge, he thought. Maybe Ralph wasn't so crazy after 
all. Certainly the money he was paid to walk in and force this broad into 
giving him head was all right. He chuckled to himself. She was damn good 
pussy. His cock shaft itched and he drove into her face, watching the cheeks 
puff out like a chipmunk's. Damn, she was good! 

The bloated cock nearly choked Heidi. She gripped him with her fingers, her 
eyes watching the stiletto blade bounce against his leg as more cock forced 
into her mouth. His penis went across her tongue and raked slightly against 
her teeth. She was really aware of him. 

He will kill you if you don't, she thought. In a flood of passion, she 
lunged her face down on his throbbing cock, giving herself fully so the 
switchblade would not end up in her belly. Heidi didn't want to die. And 
sucking the man's cock wasn't that bad. She sucked, using her mouth like a 
skilled instrument to give the man pleasure. 

'That's good sucking!" roared the man, pumping his hips, hungry for the 
skillful sex she was giving. Her dry mouth was now dripping wet. She covered 
him with her moist, eager lips. She even dug her fingers down into his 
crotch and stroked his nuts. 

He thrust against her lips. She came up off the seat, falling to her knees. 
The man nearly burst out laughing. Heidi was so fucking scared, she'd do 
anything his depraved mind wanted. 

"Like sucking cock?" he said, pulling her head back and forth on the shaft. 
She bobbed against him, eyes closed, cheeks puffing in and out. She knelt 
before him, the wild heat of her mouth making him explode. Her teeth raked 
over the puckered cock as her hot spit covered his tool. 

Damn, it felt fine! He worked back and forth across her teeth and down along 
the raspy surface of her tongue, his balls charged with energy. He was hot, 
really hot!! And the broad was playing with his nuts. Oh goodness, she liked 
being mouth-fucked. It turned her on. 

"Ohhhh!" he groaned, the hot cream easing through his shaft. "Get ready, 
Miss Sweet Lips." 

Heidi's cunt was soaking wet from peeing all over the toilet seat and 
herself. The vile thrust of cock into her mouth, the wretched sucking of his 
pulsating dick, exhausted her. She had never felt such violence in her whole 
life. She had a penis in her mouth and as he was going to come and there was 
nothing she could not do. Nothing. 

Hold on, don't be foolish! she thought. He's got the knife. Be careful. 

Heidi wanted to live. She arched her neck and sucked hard, telling herself 
that things would get better. He would go away and she would call the cops. 
Or pretend that nothing had happened. Nobody would know. Just herself and 
this foul smelling, mud-splattered man whose pink-fleshed cock drove into 
her face like a spike. 

"In! Baby! I'm going in!" he shouted, hosing Heidi's face. 

Suck him! Make him happy! Do it! Her thoughts went tumbling back as her body 
churned, the blood surging through her arteries. She didn't believe it, no, 
it couldn't be true. She squeezed her thighs tightly, the tears trickling 
down the corners of her face. Heidi sensed he was ready. The tiny black hole 
had irised, the shaft was hunching, waiting. She felt helpless, the 
humiliation spreading like a cancer, weakening her muscles. Her stomach 
growled and then her daydream burst as the howling mad man gripped her by 
the ears and dragged her lips up and down his pecker. 

"Coming! Aaaaiiieee!! Coming!" he roared. His hips came thundering home in a 
final surge of passion and the huge, strapping cock recoiled like a cannon. 
Semen surged through his tube, and bloated out her cheeks, then shot out, 
spurting like a long springy length of elastic. 

Heidi closed up too late. Seed dribbled down her cheeks. He rode her tired 
lips, pushing hot sex into her warm, soft mouth, working her tongue and lips 
with expertise. His seed drained into her, his rock-hard cock now soft as an 
clair. 

"Like it baby?" he said. It was astonishing. The girl had to be a hooker or 
a latent nympho because never had a woman acted so responsive. 

Cunts, he thought. They're all the same. He flooded her face, watching her 
gulp down the cock cream and smiled. They loved to be fucked around, he knew 
that now. Heidi wiggled like a noodle at his feet, lapping on his cock. 
Shit, what made a caddie any different? If she had a cunt, then she was a 
pushover. I bet Gillie has . en sticking it to her, he thought with 
amusement. Fucking her asshole too. Cunts, they're all the same. Show them a 
hard cock and they fall head over heels. 

Heidi's throat opened and she began milking his cock with her cheeks, 
drinking down the sperm as it flowed from the end of his spurting dick. She 
sucked him as if it were a garden hose, taking all his juice into her belly. 
Heidi was no longer frightened of the knife. The rubbery sweet cream had 
turned her mind to other things. Violence frightened her, but she did not 
feel afraid. As long as she sucked and licked him everything would be all 
right. She squirmed her wet thighs together, cleaning and licking while he 
watched. 

He felt another stirring in his groin. He looked down on her contented face 
and wanted to pee right in her mouth. It came on so suddenly that he nearly 
freaked out. The urge was strong, instantaneous and overwhelming. Yet it 
vanished as quickly as it arrived, like a fog in early morning before it was 
burned off by the sun. He looked down at his flaccid tool. As Heidi's 
exhausted face slobbered on his nuts. He promised himself not to forget this 
girl. Money or not, she knew now to suck cock. Oh, did she ever! 

He left as suddenly as he came. Up on his feet, he zipped his fly, smiled 
and shut the stall door. Heidi listened to his feet going clickity-clack on 
the tiles, followed quickly by the whooshing noise of the door slowly 
closing. She was alone again. As if nothing had happened. She rose to her 
feet and pulled her panties over her wet crotch. Heidi felt silly and 
foolish at her inability to stop her attacker. He had held a knife to her 
throat, but deep down, she realized that her attacker didn't need the 
weapon. 

He had stuck his dick in her face and ordered her to suck and she had done 
it. And what amazed her was she didn't mind. She liked it. 

She might even do it again! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Esther was spending the day getting a suntan. Her flawless skin was covered 
with cocoa butter which went on thick as butter and stayed thick all day. 

Ralph stumbled into the house, shaking and shivering. On the way over from 
the country club, he had knocked back three shots of hundred-proof vodka and 
his head was spinning like a top. Now he wished for three more belts to 
brace him. Gillie had shot two straight rounds of 65, a course record. His 
name had crept out of the sports section onto the front page. Gillie, along 
with the punk girlie who carried his clubs, was becoming a local hero. He 
drew crowds the way Arnie used to back in the early sixties. If anything, 
the Tucson Open was making Gillie famous again and Esther would be furious. 
She would have Ralph's ass! 

"Ralphie, dear," called Esther from poolside. 

Through the sliding glass door he saw her slinky body. She was brown as a 
berry from the sun. A radio announcer was broadcasting the tournament giving 
the play by play of the third-round scores. As Ralph crossed the thick 
carpet out to the pool, the announcer gave Gillie's score. 

Ralph groaned. Shit was going to hit the fan. 

"Well, well," said Esther, putting down her book. 

"Hey, it's not my fault," Ralph protested. "The guys are making life hell 
for the little squirt. And it ain't working. What am I supposed to do?" 

"Why aren't you on the course?" she asked. Both of them knew why, but she 
wanted to hear him anyway. 

"My guy is a duffer," said Ralph. "Didn't make the cut. How was I to know he 
couldn't play long courses? Last week he made a bundle in San 

Diego." 

"Well, this isn't last week!" Esther pulled the tortoise shell sun glasses 
down her nose, casting a hard stare in his direction. Ralph was a moron, but 
he still provided a useful service. Esther turned her hips, rolling a soft, 
glistening thigh in Ralph's direction. The polka-dot mini-bikini barely 
covered her nipples and crotch. Ralph was watching, his tongue hanging half 
out of his mouth. 

"Come here," she said. "I want you to unfasten my top and rub this oil into 
my skin." 

The sun made his booze-soaked brain throb with pain. Sweat dripped down his 
chest and back. He smelled of cut grass and sweat and old deodorant. Esther, 
on the other hand, smelled musky from the suntan oil. She was greased like a 
pig at a hoe-down although the voluptuous curves of breast and hip made her 
a rare, delicious treat. 

"On my back," she said, reaching up between her shoulder blades. 

Ralph untied the halter top and let the two strings fall away. The white 
outline of her tits was visible as he squeezed the thick solution into a 
puddle on her back and worked the goo into her skin. 

"Lower," she said hoarsely. 

His fingers gently kneaded her muscles. A sudden sharp thrill of pain 
rippled along her spine and down her legs. He continued squeezing the lotion 
onto her squirming body. When his fingers reached her brief bottom, he 
tugged down on the cloth and said, "This too!" 

"Yes," she gasped. "Hurry. I might burn!" 

Esther rolled her hips. The bottom came away and she was lying naked on her 
patio. A high fence surrounded the pool, but that didn't stop the neighbors 
from looking in from time to time. Ever since one of the boys across the 
street had discovered her sunbathing in the nude, she was rarely without 
spectators. She didn't mind their prying eyes. She liked it. In a perverse 
way, it excited Esther to know that someone was admiring her well-endowed 
body. Perhaps even lusting for it. Her husband had warned Esther about 
indecent exposure, but he wasn't around and she would do as she damn well 
pleased. 

"More oil," she croaked, as Ralph coated her buttocks with lotion. 

Ralph chuckled just loud enough for Esther to hear. She tensed her 
butt-cheeks. The grinning moron took forever to catch on. Why did she have 
such bad taste in men? With her body she could have the world at her feet. 
Why did she always end up with the Ralph's and the Franks of the world? God, 
life was cruel! 

Ralph finished the cocoa butter. He worked down her thighs and calves, 
gently massaging her tight muscles before retracing the trail of his 
fingers. He wanted her nice and soft. The booze had loosened him up, but he 
wasn't drunk, just horny for that wonderful pussy. He removed his shirt and 
pulled off his pants. 

"What are you doing," demanded Esther. "Hurry up, I'm burning." 

She felt his thighs touch her hip. He was warm and tingly. His scent 
suffused her nostrils. "Hurry, hurry," she murmured, spreading open. 

He moved in and touched the inside of her thighs with his cock. "How's 
that?" he asked, rubbing her skin with his dick, the shaft going back and 
forth. "Like that, Esther?" 

She didn't want to answer. Esther bit her lip, promising not to give in, not 
to beg for him as she had in the past. He was running his coarse member up 
and down her thighs and through the curve of her buttocks. She heard Ralph 
grunting like an animal and she wouldn't turn around because she knew, just 
knew, he was hunched over her supine body on all fours, teasing her with his 
cock. 

"Spread wider," he grinned. She thought of saying no, but that would only 
infuriate Ralph. Better to play along. After all, what could he do? She 
could cry for help if he got cute. Jesus, she was so stupid. Why had she 
allowed him to take off her swim suit? Well, that was in the past, she 
couldn't do anything about the swim suit. 

'That's the girl," Ralph was saying, sinking his cock through her ass slit 
and into the tangled thatch of pubic hair. He worked his hips back and 
forth, his shaft caressing the tight folds of her cunt. He watched the goose 
bumps appear on her thin shoulders and cascade down her dark tan skin and 
across her white buttocks. His cock was driving her wild, all right. And 
Ralph grinned because he had just begun to have fun with Esther. 

"You like me," he said, hunching her slit open. "Like me, Esther?" 

Like you? I hate you, you drunken slob! I think you're vile, disgusting. You 
make me puke. And yet it felt so good, so wet and good, for his cock to be 
rubbing her there. She wanted to squeeze her buns together and hump up and 
down with Ralph, but she wouldn't. She absolutely refused to let Ralph 
dominate her. It was dreadful that the man's big, hairy cock was teasing her 
cunt. She was swamped with self-loathing and yet she was going along, 
opening her legs and her butt so he could work into her crotch. 

"Hmmmm!" she gasped. Sweet waves of passion throbbed deeper and deeper 
inside her. She felt her eyeballs rolling back in her skull. His fingers 
caressed her buttocks, pressing the inside, and Esther knew she had to stop 
him right then. There was no turning back. She balled her fists, and turned 
towards him, his raspy dick teasing her clitoris and said, "Stop it! Hear 
me!" 

And Ralph just grinned as if his mind were a million miles away. His finger 
was gopped up with grease and he shoved it between her buttocks, into her 
wrinkled anus. 

Esther gasped. A sharp, stabbing pain shot up her spine. Esther thought it 
was the man's cock at first. Then she wiggled around and realized his dick 
was still on her labia and that the terrible pain up her butt was a finger. 
It was terrible. She didn't know what to do! Her butt flopped around, the 
finger burning inside like a blowtorch, then she couldn't move. 

"Ralph," she groaned. Tears filled her eyes. Her slit throbbed wetly. She 
spread her legs out and humped the finger darting up her butt. Why didn't he 
get it over with? Ralph didn't move. Why didn't he use his cock and force 
her to fuck? Suddenly a thousand stars seemed to explode before her eyes. 
Ralph was bent close, his tongue stuck in her ear, while he finger fucked 
her anus. The pain had gone. Now she was burning bright with pleasure. She 
couldn't stop herself. It felt too good to stop. Oh, she hated herself and 
yet his finger wouldn't let her go, not even for a second. 

"Crawl," he ordered, jabbing her butt. He pushed his finger and watched her 
lumber across the cement on her belly like an injured tortoise. So this is 
what Esther was? Well, that was okay. He'd play with her. Ralph grinned, 
secretly enjoying the trip. 

"Stop!" she sobbed. "I don't want to play anymore." Her eyes glistened. The 
cement rubbed her cunt mound raw. The hard nipples dragged across the rough 
surface, hurting terribly. Yet he was in her asshole pushing her around, 
making her squirm like a slave. The bastard! How she hated him. He was an 
animal turning his perverted lusts on her body. She felt herself losing her 
mind. The bright sky pin wheeled before her startled eyes. She closed her 
lids, feeling the warmth rise from the cement. It was a dream, no, a 
nightmare she found herself in. It was a feeling of pain and humiliation and 
helplessness. She was spinning now, the finger pulled violently from her 
butt. It's over, Esther thought. Oh, he's gone. I'll open my eyes and he'll 
be gone. 

But Ralph was not gone. He was between her thighs, rubbing her wet cunt, his 
cock laying across her enlarged clitoris. She couldn't believe it. God, he 
wasn't finished and she didn't know what to do and her body tingled 
unbearably. 

"Push your hips up," he ordered, rubbing her clit with the tip of his shaft. 
"Arch your back." 

She did as he asked. Perhaps she deserved as much. Moving her thighs, her 
cunt lips opened like clam shells. His penis came down on her labia, the 
head found her wet slot and went in. She clamped down and pushed up against 
his driving cock. 

"Aaaahhhhh!!" Her belly tightened, her back arched. Her hips came high off 
the cement. A sudden spasm of pain trembled through her loins and down her 
shaking thighs. 

Ralph felt the comfortable sleeve of her cunt grasp his member. "Hmmmmmm!" 
he groaned. He was in halfway to her belly. Her twat wiggled around his 
stem. He watched her tits sag down on her chest. Drawing back, he watched 
her belly rise, her lungs sucking in air. 

For an eternity he fucked her twat with slow steady strokes, the rising and 
falling of her chest synchronized with each thrust. He dragged his dick back 
and forth like a panting dog. Esther formed a bridge with her legs and 
shoulders. Her muscles were tight as a bow. The sweat poured along the 
ridges of twat muscles down to the cement. God, she was strong. Strong as an 
ox. His cunt was hot, unbelievably hot and wet. He never wanted to pull away 
from this lovely cooze that surrounded his penis. Never! 

"Good?" he panted. "Want more!" 

Esther couldn't move. The blood rushed to her head. She felt faint and yet 
wildly stimulated. It was exquisite, wild fun, but it wouldn't last forever. 
No, certainly not. Already her knees shivered as her thighs twitched. Her 
skin was rubbed raw, maybe bleeding. The cocoa butter stung. It was all over 
her flesh and inside the tender walls of her vagina. It made a sticky, 
plopping noise as the grease surrounded the pounding cock in her cunt. Then 
from deep within came the roaring sound that she had waited for. It sounded 
like waves crashing on the beach or nature's violence thundering home. Her 
cunt sleeve drew up tight as a knot, jerking and shaking on the plundering 
cock. She gasped. Her butt quivered. 

"Ohhhh, come," she gasped, surrendering to him. Ralph rammed her cunny full 
of sperm. It spurted from the throbbing end of his penis like thick, gooey 
cream. He jammed his spurting wand deep into her guts and then grabbed hold 
of her butt cheeks and rode her like a bucking mare. 

"Yaaahhooooo!" he screamed. Her thighs hippity-hopped all over the place, 
but he would not let go. His dick spurted and his balls banged on her cunt. 

Her soft, wet cunt squeezed him forever. It was sensational! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

She lay on the hot cement, listening to his feet padding on the carpet and 
then the door slamming shut and then silence. Nothing! The sun was broiling 
hot. Only air conditioning saved the people from sunburn. Only air 
conditioning and cocoa butter! Esther rolled over, the squish of grease 
between her ass cheeks the only noise she heard. 

Ralph had gone back to the country club. This time he would not fail. Ralph 
was stupid, but this time she had devised a plan which even he could follow. 
It was simple and effective. If everything worked right, the high-cresting 
wave of success that her husband was riding would come crashing down. He 
would be discredited and ruined, banished from the Tucson Open and perhaps 
the tour as well. 

She pulled the sunglasses down from her head and covered her eyes. Her 
breasts were getting burnt from the desert heat. She applied a gob of grease 
to each nipple. Esther would get her revenge. No man, especially not Ralph, 
would get away treating her like a slut. She jiggled her butt, the sphincter 
still raw from his jerking finger. 

That bastard had pushed her halfway round the pool on her belly. That sleazy 
slob! Nothing would stop her from getting even. Esther heard movement behind 
the fence which blocked out the street. Was someone staring at her nude 
body? If so, it wasn't the first time. She wondered who it was. The next 
door neighbor? Kids maybe. 

A nerve spasmed in her lower back. Chills rippled up her spine. I wonder 
what they're thinking, she thought. How many are there? How old? How absurd, 
in this day of liberated sex and permissiveness, that Peeping Toms still 
existed. It was sad in a way, like children catching polio when free 
vaccinations were available. Sad, and yet.... 

Esther rolled on her back, breathing deeply. Her belly shimmered like glass. 
Her hands trailed down her breasts into the tuft of hair between her thighs. 
She did not mind. If someone got his rocks jacking off to her, well, that 
was all right. She smiled at herself. Narcissistic? Yes and no. She was many 
things, small parts of many different people put together in the form of 
Esther Gillie, a unique individual. She toyed with her sweltering mound, 
teasing the coppery colored pubic hair. God, her cunt was hot! Sperm still 
coated the labia, but she was hot to fuck. 

Ralph was good now that she had cured him, but there were better lovers. Men 
with huge cocks the size of clubs and testicles big as grapefruit. Her 
fingers ran along her cunt groove, teasing the silky mound. It was warm and 
moist as fresh bread, sensitive and responsive to the touch. She spread out 
her thighs and forced a finger though the soft cunt folds. I wonder how my 
visitor likes that? she thought. Cupping her cunt, the sweaty palm resting 
on her distended clitoris. Esther stroked. Ohhhh, it was good! Her butt 
rolled back and forth against the cement. She was sweating, hungry now for 
more lovemaking. Heaving her hips, she bit down on her lip. Her fingernail 
made a thin trail through her channel flesh. 

Come back Ralph, she groaned. Esther lay there for a long time, fingering 
her cunt, listening to her heavy breathing, wondering about the Peeping Tom. 
Would he come over the fence? Did he have the balls to? She lolled back and 
forth like a broken door hanging on a bent hinge. 

Suddenly sparks erupted through her twat. Her belly seized up, she gasped 
loudly and her thighs snapped down on her hand. "Aaaahhh," she gasped, for 
it was happening again. She was climaxing. Esther bit down on her lip, 
feeling the pain and then tasting the warm blood. It was nothing compared to 
the flash fire between her legs. 

It consumed her, shaped her thinking and her actions. She was a prisoner to 
the finger clicking back and forth between her labia. "Oh, goodness!"' she 
cried, fearing shame. Yes, shame because masturbation was not natural. She 
would have to be punished, oh, yes, it was a nasty thing and she had to be 
taught a lesson. 

She was engulfed in fright because it was a finger that excited her vagina 
and not a man's hard cock. Oh, God, how could she ever stop doing this awful 
act? It felt so gooood! Her finger swelled, grew hard, then thrust. Her hips 
came up as the rippling excitement turned into throbbing ecstasy, and she 
started moaning in a hoarse, deep voice. Her brain was swamped with fear and 
desire. She was shrill with passion. 

Ralph, where was Ralph? 

She was coming close, getting there, hurry! Ahhh!! Her twat snapped shut and 
her belly shook and she came against her finger. "Aaaaiiieee!" It was good, 
so fucking good. Her cunt felt sensational. It was better than any man. Her 
finger nail was hard against her flesh, digging into her nerves, a direct 
stimulating charge. 

Esther flopped down exhausted for the second time. She gasped for air, her 
brow beading with sweat. She dragged herself up, turning to look one last 
time at the fence. Why not call out and scare the bastard? 

It was an idea, but she was too tired from fingering herself. Esther had 
more urgent things to worry about. Rising on wobbly legs she walked naked 
into the house, grasping for the phone. It was dark and cool inside. She 
dialed the number quickly. 

After several long rings, he answered. 

"Who's this?" the voice snarled. 

"Who do you think," Esther said. 

"No fucking games, my head hurts. Give me a name or get off the fucking 
phone." 

"Frank, darling, it's Esther." 

A long pause. "What can I do for you?" 

What could he do. She nearly laughed through the receiver. My God, he could 
do everything with that horrible length of fire hose nature had endowed him 
with. Her pussy was tingling already. She wanted him, need him desperately. 

"I want you to pay a visit?" 

"Can't do it," replied Frank. "I'm on duty. There's a golf tournament on or 
have you forgot?" 

"FRANK!" she screamed. "Who's paying you a grand a month? A grand and you're 
bitching about money. After..." 

"All right," he said. "Don't blow your stack. It'll be half an hour." 

'Thank you, Frank," she said. She didn't want to beg, though she would beg 
and do a whole lot more to get that giant Italian to her house. Esther had 
big plans for him. The final round of the Tucson Open was being played the 
next day and she still had a few wild cards to play. Esther smiled openly. 
It wasn't all she had planned, either. Frank was a bastard too, she thought. 

Frank was still wearing his chauffeur uniform when he knocked on the door an 
hour later. His ass was in a sling if the manager caught him skipping out on 
the job. What the hell did Esther want? The teenage cunt who caddied for her 
old man was not going to go into hysterics because someone had gotten into 
her pants. He told her the plan was stupid, that teenagers didn't have the 
hang-ups of their elders. Heidi was a nice piece of ass and just because her 
pussy was new to fucking didn't mean she was prudish. "Esther?" 

The door opened up and Esther stood before him naked her eyes all liquid 
fire. "Come on in," she said in a husky voice. 

Frank couldn't say anything. He stared at Esther form top to bottom. She was 
more beautiful than he had remembered. And stark naked! 

"You bet." 

Inside the drapes were pulled wide open and light flooded in from the patio. 
Esther glided past Frank, her rounded buttocks moving like ball bearings. 
The light reflected off her gleaming skin. 

"What's that all over you?", he asked. "Sun oil and vaseline." 

"What for?" Esther liked to sunbathe nude, which was kind of trippy and 
explained the oil. But vaseline? And all over her skin? 

"You just going to stand there?" purred Esther. 

He got the hint. Off came the bow tie, the cap, then the jacket, trousers 
and white shirt. Esther was watching as he rolled off his boxer shorts and 
she groaned as his cock snapped to attention. 

Frank was grinning to himself. So what if the chick was kinky. Let her put 
vaseline or whatever else on. She had one hell of a nice cunt and as long as 
she didn't ruin that piece of merchandise, it was okay. 

"Come over here by the window," she said. 

"Anything, baby," he answered. Frank broke out laughing. "Man, you really 
glisten. That oil must be an inch thick." 

"Ohh," she said coyly. "Why don't you rub against me and find out." 

Frank put his arms around her and pressed her tits against his chest. She 
was sensuous and compliant and his hands worked quickly up and down her 
skin. Her breasts stuck into his hairy chest, the diamond-hard nipples 
indenting the skin. She eeled in his grasp. She worked her hot, greasy twat 
around his cock, writhing her thighs until his balls ached. 

She's acting strange as hell, he thought. It was sensuous, almost too much 
so. Esther loved playing hard to get and more often than not he had to throw 
her onto the bed and force his cock into her cunt. 

Now she was all over him. Warm from the sun and sexy from the sun oils and 
vaseline, she begged for sex. It was pulsating from her breasts and dripping 
from her mound. Yet there was the cold-hearted stare that put him off. Those 
cat eyes that stared back at him were big, exotic, and cold. They didn't go 
with the rest of her. But he was so fucking hard and her cunt was so hot, it 
didn't matter. 

"Baby, you're something else," he murmured. Frank reached between her thighs 
and grabbed her cunt. The soft pubic hair pressed against his palm as he 
pushed a finger into her channel. Her twat was a furnace. She seeped juice 
all over his fingers. 

His balls were throbbing. He pulled on her ass cheeks and lifted her cunt up 
so his penis entered her. "Ohhh!" he groaned, sliding her wet sweltering 
cunt sleeve down onto his cock. His thighs were arched and shaking. He felt 
her buttocks tighten then go soft in his powerful grip. He had penetrated 
fully and her mound was rubbing against his pubic hair. 

"No, not here," she said, bending to his neck and licking the inside of 
Frank's ear. "Please, I'll show you something different." 

Suddenly, with a quick arch of her back, her cunt slid off his cock and she 
fell from his grasp. Frank was shaking, his balls on fire. 

Esther motioned toward the bedroom with a finger. Frank watched the movement 
of her ass, wondering if he should ass fuck her, deciding that her cunt was 
much softer and warmer for now. He followed obediently. 

"Now," explained Esther, her heart pounding, "get on the bed on all fours. 
That's right, like a horse." 

Frank didn't understand. Perhaps she was going to crawl underneath and suck 
his dick. His blood raced at the thought. Her mouth was as warm and exciting 
as her twat. 

Esther waited for Frank, then moved behind him. She started stroking the 
soles of his feet, gradually working up along his calves and thighs. She was 
sweating now, barely able to contain her excitement. It was wrong, she knew 
that. But so what? Her husband had told her as much and that bastard would 
pay. They would all pay for what they had done to Esther. 

"Come on, baby," said Frank. "I want to fuck you so bad it hurts." 

Esther continued her upward massage until her fingers cupped his penis. His 
hard dick began flinching in her hand. He moved his thighs, his belly 
flexing while she stroked his cock. 

She rose up against the hard muscles of his legs, working his erection with 
her left hand. Her nipples pressed against his buttocks as she rocked back 
and forth. 

"Hey, that's all right," Frank said. Her fingers did a fantastic job on his 
cock. He was waiting for her to slide between his legs and suck his dick. 
The bed springs squeaked, an irritating noise. Why didn't she get a waterbed 
for Christ's sake? He didn't understand women. And this one was crazier than 
the rest. She was collapsed against his back, her fingers zinging pleasure 
to his cock and he couldn't figure out when she was coming through. 

And then it dawned on Frank that she wasn't going to. Esther had some other 
reason for coaxing him on the bed, getting him to stand on all fours. Fear 
seized him. She was stroking his cock with one hand. But what about the 
other? What was Esther going to do to him? And her breasts, he couldn't feel 
them any more! His mind exploded as fear throbbed through every muscle. The 
coaxing hand was only a diversion. It stroked him and kept him content. He 
wouldn't look behind and see what Esther was doing. 

"Holy shit!" he yelled, lunging forward and twisting away from the hand he 
KNEW would be there. 

"Bastard!" screamed Esther. Her voice had lost the husky, sexy tone. It 
grated painfully. Her eyes were enormous, the pupils dilated so almost no 
color showed through the iris. Her nostrils flared. Her lungs heaved 
releasing the terrible tension that she had so successfully concealed. 

Frank was so stunned that he could not move. He watched the evil woman 
screaming on, ranting like a crazy hophead. The hand that had clutched his 
shaft was still stretched forward on the bed. The other hand held what 
looked like a policeman's billy club. 

"What's that for?" he asked stupidly. Why did she have a billy club? To 
knock him out? What for? She had all the money and it was her idea to have 
some sexy fun. So why the club? 

His puzzled eyes stared at her, bewildered that any woman would want to 
split his head open. And then he saw the twin wires trailing from the handle 
of the billy club and realized it was not a billy club at all. 

"Holy shit!" He whisked the device from her hand. The shaft was about a foot 
long and was chrome plated, with two prongs sticking out the end. The handle 
was rubber to guard against the electricity which came through the wires and 
sparked the chrome shaft. He flicked the button on the handle and touched 
the two prongs against his leg. 

"Yaaa!!" he screamed as the electricity shot through his muscle. He held the 
device up, his slow-working mind not grasping the function of the tool until 
a sharp pain shot through his asshole. He looked at Esther, her face pulled 
into a sneer, and then he knew. His hands shook, and then his arms and legs, 
and Frank thought he was going to puke. He clenched his buttocks together, 
realizing how close he had come to having the device shoved up his asshole! 

"You were going to use this?" he said. 

"Yes!" she shot back. So close, she thought, so close, then this. If only 
she had used the dildo sooner, Frank Anselmo would be flopping around the 
bed wearing the artificial cock in his asshole instead of holding it in his 
hand. Damn, she thought, pressing her nails into her palms. The bastard. 
Nothing worked right. 

"Why me?" 

"Because you fucked up my plan!" she said, the anger clouding her voice, 
making it shrill. "My husband is going to finish first in this goddamn 
tournament and it's your fault." 

Frank held up the dildo. "And this is what you give me, because your husband 
is a good golfer." He moved across the bed, grasping her arm. "Because 
you're a stupid cunt that doesn't know which end to pee out of." Her breasts 
gleamed like pearls in the sliver of light breaking through the blinds. Her 
nipples stood out, rigid with excitement. He watched her breasts bloat, then 
rise up, stimulated. Goosebumps popped out across her chest and moved in 
waves down across her belly. Sweat seeped through the grease. 

Esther shivered with fear. It excited Esther and it excited Frank, who 
brought the dildo down against her tender nipples and flicked the switch. 

"Yaaaaaa!" she shrieked. Her body jumped like the end of a bullwhip. Her 
carmine-colored teats snapped like rubber bands. Frank almost let her go. 
The device had incredible power. His leg still hurt from the jolt he'd 
inflicted. He could only imagine the pain in her breast. 

Esther's sneer had dissolved into a mask of pain. Tears dripped from her 
eyes, her lips were trembling, her teeth chattering. The smooth skin was 
greased thick, shimmering in the bright light. Why the grease? Frank 
thought, bringing the dildo down to her legs. 

"Open," he said. 

"Oh, no," she cried, but opened up her thighs as he instructed. The thick 
smell of her pussy rose to her nostrils. She was scared witless. Her butt 
cheeks shook against the covers. Frank held her arm in a vise-like grip. 
There was not a trace of compassion in his dark, flashing eyes. He held the 
dildo up like a dagger ready to stab her cunt. It was terrible. She twisted 
against him, shaking her head in disbelief. 

"This is what you want?" he said. "The grease, the anger is all a front. You 
really want to be fucked, and with this thing." 

"Let me go," she cried. "Don't you dare touch me with that!" 

Frank didn't listen. He knew women like the back of his hand. Esther had 
bought the dildo and then was too chicken to try it out, which is why she 
made the phone call to him. 

The whole world revolved around the chrome-plated baton with the electric 
wires streaming out the end. 

"Ready, baby?" he asked. 

Her eyes glowed as he spread open her hole. The greasy slit that opened into 
the pink flesh of her cunt sleeve throbbed unbearably. As his fingers came 
down, massaging her labia, Esther groaned. She had been a fool to call 
Frank. He was a son-of-a-bitch, a con man. She deserved whatever he dished 
out. She lolled her head back and forth, the humiliation welling up in her 
ready to overflow. 

He's playing with your cunt like it was a toy. Don't let him, fight the 
bastard! But her strength had drained through her muscles and out the slit 
between her legs. She had nothing left. As Frank lifted the dildo, she 
looked up and a deep sob racked her breasts. "Oh, no," she cried as the 
baton was fed into her cunt. "Oh, God no!" 

He worked the dildo like a cock. Her cunt was like an enormous room taking 
it in deeper. He released her thighs and watched the agile woman squirm 
under his prodding. Fantastic! He grabbed his cock and jerked the knotty end 
until the skin was taut, his balls ready. 

"Lookee there," he said. Esther was squirming all over the bed, swishing her 
greasy legs into the sheets. Her butt rose up and down slowly, humping the 
dildo that filled her liquid cunt. 

Frank was excited. His balls were on fire. He wanted to drag his balls along 
her greasy belly and feed his cock into her mouth. Better not. She might 
bite my dick off. 

For several minutes, their bodies rocked together in harmony. His hand was 
jiving her cunt and for a moment she felt the pronged dildo at the opening 
of her asshole. Then the sensation went away and she realized it was only a 
trick. Urgently, she rolled her squirming cunt, pleading now for him to 
start the punishment. 

"Do it," she cried. The dildo was a toy given to her by Gillie on their 
wedding night. She didn't know he was a pervert and when he flashed the 
wicked looking tool from under the pillow she didn't know what to do. It was 
the same way now. All those years, the artificial cock had been in a case in 
her dresser. She had been afraid to use it. Now Frank would do it for her. 
She would forgive his vile manners and the crude ways he pinched her tits 
and sucked on her twat. Forgive him, just as she forgave Ralph after his 
degrading practices-after she had orgasmed half a dozen times at pool side! 
She would forgive anyone, providing they would give her the satisfaction her 
body craved. 

"Hurry! Turn it on!" she shouted. 

Frank laughed. He jived her cunt and said, "I think it's busted. Nothing 
works!" 

Hysterical, fraught with grief, she squirmed down around the handle, humping 
frantically. It was good, she could feel the metal against her cunt flesh, 
being driven in and out of her hole. 

He's lying, I know he's lying to me. She rolled on her belly, the wires 
trailing away underneath. She pumped defiantly against the squeaking 
mattress, pounding her fists into the rumpled bedding. "Fuck me! Fuck my 
cunt!!" she screamed like a spoiled child. She wanted the fuck stick 
exploding in her cunt. All these years she had waited and it wasn't fair 
that the goddam thing didn't work. She knew Frank was lying. She felt 
vacant, empty, void of life. She was dead. Esther began to cry because she 
had died and now it didn't matter because life had finally paid one last 
cruelty. A fucking dildo that didn't work. Her slit was raw from the shaft. 
The grease no longer made a plopping sound when the dick went in and out. 
She was going to laugh, but couldn't because Frank flicked the switch and 
her body was filled with electricity as the cock exploded. "AAAAIIIIEEEE!!" 

The electricity crackled. Her hips left the bed, twisted, and came down with 
a shudder. Her body moved like liquid fire, a wild explosion of noise and 
smell and hot sex. 

Frank grabbed the hard stem of his cock and pounded the wrinkled foreskin 
with violent jerks of his hands. The semen surged, filled his cock, then 
erupted. "Aaaahhhh!!" he groaned. A long stream of sperm shot from his dick. 
It splattered against Esther's thighs. What a come! His strength drained 
away into nothing. He worked his dick up along her butt and stomach, 
spurting a long spindle of juice across her breast and onto her face. He 
made a spider web design crisscrossing her pouting lips and puffing cheeks. 
"Gooood!" he groaned. 

Frank flicked the electricity off and the dildo went dead in Esther's cunt. 
They both fell back into the sheets, now slick with grease and sweat. 

Esther was making moaning noises, her body a continuous ribbon of shaking 
and quivering motion. Her climax had come from the depths of her womb, from 
the middle of her gut. Her shaking fingers came down on the rubber-handled 
dildo. She rolled onto one hip, the artificial cock wedged into her slit 
like an ax into a tree trunk. Esther buried her face in his chest. 

"You're one hell of a cunt," Frank said. 

"Don't call me that," Esther begged. "It's degrading. I feel cheap when you 
call me that." 

"Well, we wouldn't want that," said Frank, reaching across for the rubber 
handle. Esther moaned, but didn't stop his hand. 'This electric cock is 
something else," he said, working up the juice between her legs. "I've never 
seen you fuck so hard." 

"You don't know, Frank," she blubbered. "It hurts and then it's okay. I can 
feel it everywhere. The electricity runs up and down my spine, like my whole 
body was...." 

"A cunt," said Frank. "Your body becomes a cunt. Because you're a cunt, 
isn't that so?" 

She was crying softly against his shoulder. "You're cruel." And she was 
right. Frank was a cruel man and as his eyes roamed, following the curves 
and hollows of her loins, he knew his cruelty was the one reason Esther put 
up with him. Besides, his dick was getting hard again. Her cunt was soft 
under the sliding dildo and he was ready to ignite her once again. 

'Turn over on your stomach," he ordered. 

"No, please. I like it this way," she said. Her thighs formed a wide V as 
she arched her back. Esther imagined she was in the arms of the most 
beautiful man in the world and his dick was implanted in the soft mound 
between her legs. She didn't want to move. 

"I said turn around." 

Esther's eyes snapped open, wide with fright. "Oh, no, not that!" 

"I'm going to fuck your asshole!" he laughed. He flicked on the switch and 
watched the shock etched across Esther's face turn to slow, agonizing 
pleasure. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Heidi was too excited to sleep. In a few short hours, the final round of the 
Tucson Open would begin and Gillie was nine strokes ahead of the pack. 
Thirty thousand dollars first prize, with about a thousand of that going 
into her pocket. It was more money than she made in four months at the pro 
shop. And this could be just the beginning. Just the beginning! 

But Heidi had one failure. She had put it out of her mind during the 
tournament, but at night when there was nothing to do, it nagged at her like 
an aching tooth. Even Frank, whose big cock had made her cunt vibrate like a 
tuning fork, could not shake her lust. 

Because Heidi was madly in love with Bruce Gillie. She had been attracted to 
Gillie from the moment she had laid eyes on him at the pro shop. And Heidi 
told herself a thousand times that loving Bruce Gillie, a man twice her age, 
was foolhardy, but it did no good. She could not twist her emotions to fit 
standards set down by society. Heidi wanted Gillie and that was that. 

But Gillie did not return her love. His room was cluttered with airline 
stewardesses and coffee shop girls and cocktail waitresses--any girl who 
looked good and didn't mind a fling in the hay. Tomorrow the tournament 
would be over and this was the last night for them in this motel. Heidi was 
not experienced like the other girls who queued up at Gillie's bedroom door, 
but then seventeen-year-olds had something to offer men other than 
experience. She had learned that lesson from Frank Anselmo, the burly 
chauffeur who had done flip-flops over her cunt. She wasn't ugly and her 
body was thin, but attractive, as several caddies had so crudely mentioned. 
A knot formed at the pit of her stomach. Tension ran down the insides of her 
thighs to the ends of her toes. She balled her fists and bounced up and down 
on the bed. Her plan could easily backfire. She might not only loose Gillie 
but her job as well. She weighed the pros and cons, this night before the 
final round. And after several minutes she rose, her heart pounding with 
excitement, and scurried to the closet to find the peignoir her mother had 
given her for Christmas. 

It was beautiful, short and revealing. The sheer nylon revealed the curve of 
her breasts and the dark nipples and her small triangle of pubic hair. After 
modeling the garment, Heidi held a drinking glass to the wall and listened. 
Nothing. The girl who had been with Gillie that evening was gone. Heidi had 
heard her leave and now only Gillie's deep, sonorous snores were audible. 
She jumped up and down on the balls of her feet, so excited that she wanted 
to explode. Quietly, she opened the sliding glass door and slipped out to 
the patio. 

Gillie was deep in a dream. The Avis girl at the airport was hunched over 
her desk, examining his cock. "Hmmmmf" she cooed, squirming in her seat. She 
had blonde hair, piercing blue eyes and a wide smile that showed pearly 
white teeth. Her breasts threatened to spill out of her blouse. "If you want 
it, baby," he was telling her, "it can be arranged." She came around the 
counter and led him to a back room. Quickly she stripped from her uniform. 
Her breasts were exquisite, bobbing like water balloons. She got down on her 
knees and scurried across the few yards of linoleum that separated her wet 
lips from the end of his cock. Her fingers toyed with the wrinkled end, then 
she brought her mouth down, sucking the shaft. 

"Like it," he said, holding her ears while feeding her full of dick. Her 
mouth was wonderfully hot and wet surrounding his shaft. She wanted only to 
suck his cock. It was a fixation with her, or so she thought until the flesh 
of hot pain exploded against her buttocks. She pulled her face back, his 
sperm leaking from her lips. She stared into his flashing eyes and then saw 
the flagellum grasped in his hands, the leather strips trailing down from 
the handle. A welt rose on her buttocks. She looked up horrified, saying, 
"How did you know?" And he smiled cruelly. "It shows baby, this is what you 
like. I can tell. " 

The girl disappeared in an orgy of sucking and ' licking and whipping. His 
cock felt surrounded by wetness and warmth. He rolled to one side and the 
pleasure went with him. It was a good wet dream, one he would remember in 
the morning when he went out to the course at noon and walked through the 
last round of the Open. His balls strained, the wetness now covering his 
testicles. It was not the Avis girl, hut another equally pretty chick. He 
could see her face; young, fresh-looking, a kid maybe. As his dick went 
slack and the sperm streamed through his cock into the wetness that 
surrounded him, the girl's features became vivid. She was a teenager and 
over her shoulder were his golf clubs. She wore a T-shirt with his name 
written across the front and when he was up close he could see the dark ends 
of nipples sticking through the material. Heidi! My God, it was his caddie 
and she was sucking his balls, her greedy lips encircling him, her fingers 
tugging on his nuts. Heidi! 

Gillie woke up in a cold sweat. The sheets were wet around his crotch. He 
had come in his dream, and sperm was everywhere, like a spilled bottle of 
rubber cement. He laughed and squeezed his thighs together. And then he 
realized that he was not alone. A hump rose from the bedding and he screamed 
in terror, pulling back the sheets and looking at the body crawling up in 
his lap. She wore a peignoir and his cock, limp from ejaculation, was in her 
wet hand. Panic seized him. He recognized the blonde hair immediately and 
when she turned her face, sticky with his sperm, he groaned. 

"Heidi!" 

She ran her fingers up and down his cock stem, jerking his balls. 

"God, this has to be a nightmare," he said, resting his forehead in his 
hand. "I don't believe this happened." 

Then Heidi flicked on the light and he turned to stare at the naked reality. 
She grinned, making deep sucking noises in her throat. The anger welled up 
inside him as the teenager grinned at him. 

"What the hell is this?" he said. The stupid cunt! Didn't she have any 
sense? Didn't she realize that if she were found in his room, if even the 
slightest breath of scandal could be substantiated, his career was ruined? 

"You're fired," he said curtly. "Get out of my room." 

"All right," she said meekly. She reached for the phone and before his 
horrified eyes picked up the receiver. "I'll call the desk." 

"No!" 

Heidi smiled. His sperm tasted good going down her throat. She wiped her 
lips and lay down into his crotch, holding his exhausted cock with her 
fingers. She played with his sagging scrotum. 

The blood pumped furiously through his hairy crotch as she kissed one 
testicle and then the other. He groaned as Heidi played with him, shudders 
of delight coursing through his loins. 

"Did you like me?" she asked. Her fingers were sticky and she wiped them on 
the peignoir. 

What could he say? Yeah, she was great as a wet dream, but now that he was 
fully awake she looked twenty years of prison staring him in the face. 
Seventeen will get you twenty? Wasn't that the expression? His golf career 
was out the window if this broad said one word. And the real clincher was it 
was not his fault. He felt terrible, as if he had missed the winning putt at 
the Master's. 

It was the end of the road. Maybe he should end it in style. Go out and blow 
his brains out. He was despondent and angry. A nightmare had come to life. 
His blood was boiling hot. Looking at Heidi's contented face, he realized 
she had been a big mistake. The publicity was fine, but his game was back in 
top form, and that would generate plenty of publicity. Nothing worked better 
than winning tournaments. 

"Something bothering you, boss?" Heidi asked. 

She turned her hips, exposing the furry triangle between her legs. Her 
nipples stuck out at Gillie's eyes. They were bloated nipples, eager to be 
sucked and licked. She reminded him of Esther, his wife. Physically they 
were not alike, but there was something about the eyes. A glinting of 
wildness, a willing eagerness to try, to experiment. Marriage had been pure 
hell with Esther. She had been trying to ruin him ever since the wedding 
night when he pulled out the dildo as a joke and she went crazy with fear. 
Heidi was a chippie, half Esther's build and ten years younger and yet he 
saw the resemblance. And suddenly he was hot, very hot! 

"Stroke me," he ordered. 

Heidi looked puzzled. His cock was limp in her palm. Cupping his organ with 
the same care she would give a wounded sparrow, she stroked the foreskin 
with two fingers. 

"Look, I promise not to tell," she said. 

He laughed. "That's some consolation. Ruin my whole life, maybe get me sent 
up the river for twenty years, and you promise not to tell." 

Heidi frowned. "I was only kidding about leaving. I would have hung up the 
phone if somebody had answered." . 

Oddly enough, he believed her. It didn't deter him from his plan. Already 
his glands were excited. He hadn't felt so stimulated in years. But he had a 
hunch Heidi was joking. But he wasn't, not when his cock was flickering with 
life. He straightened up and spread his legs in a V shape. His cock flexed 
in her hand, making her gasp. "You're getting hard!" She held him awkwardly 

Tin both hands and attempted to jerk him off. 

"No," he said, "not that way. Use your mouth." The girl didn't know the 
first thing about pleasing a man, but once taught she would be a killer. As 
her lips took him into her sticky, hot wetness, he felt the tension unknot 
in his belly. Her nylon peignoir tickled his belly as she slid down his 
crotch. Her buns pushed back rudely in his face as she sixty-nined his dick. 

He ran his fingers through her crotch, opening the lips of her pussy. He 
flicked across the hiding place of her clit under the folds of skin around 
her pussy lips. She rose magically, a spasm of pleasure shafting her crotch. 
Her juice leaked free of her parted slit and wetted the heaving muscles of 
his gut. He continued teasing the clitoris like a toggle switch and then 
dipped his head into her V and licked her cunt with his tongue. 

Her juice was sweet and her pussy smelled raw and musky like mink oil. 

Heidi was ecstatic. Her open cunt moved around and around and up and down 
and around and around on top of his face, which excited her clitoris. His 
lips and tongue and scraggly beard were brushing her labia and exciting her 
clitoris. Oh, this was good, oh this was fantastic! His other hand hovered 
over her butt and she felt a looseness between her legs and for a moment it 
seemed he would go deep inside her asshole and fuck her that way. But he 
didn't. His lips came down sucking and blowing while his tongue lapped at 
her vagina. She was closing up, excited, hot, begging to fuck. She couldn't 
pull her mouth from his cock. He was so hard and firm and his nuts were so 
big and exciting. She didn't know what to do except keep sucking. 

"Thatta girl," Gillie encouraged, lifting his face from her moist twat. She 
was warm and sweet as cherry pie. He licked his lips, jostling her eager 
mouth with hip movements that sent his cock charging to the roof of her 
mouth. This broad would do anything he wanted. But did he dare? 

It was stupid not to. Right now her lips stroking his cock meant a jail 
sentence if caught. What more could they do to him? Besides, this smarmy 
teenage bitch was going to feel every ounce of his savage lust. Feel it in a 
jolting, shocking way. 

"You want to fuck me, don't you," he said, waiting for her head to nod 
before saying, "but your bladder feels like it's going to burst." 

She looked up. He was right, she did have to pee. "How did you know?" 

"Natural reaction. Sex brings on stress which hits the bladder first," he 
said. He rose from the bed, holding her by the butt while her legs clung to 
his waist. "You'll feel better afterwards," he said, marching to the John. 

There was a sudden flash of light which snapped Gillie's head around. Heidi 
couldn't see, but she heard Gillie groan. 

"That's the ball game," he said. 

In a second, before Heidi could ask why, her naked body was plopped down on 
the toilet seat with her legs spread apart. It was a silly sensation that 
tingled in her abdomen. Her breath came deeper and deeper. Why was Gillie 
rushing her to the bathroom like a little child and then standing over her? 

Gillie was panting like a mad man; his dick protruded in her face, the silky 
white end hard as a steel stake. He waited impatiently for her to urinate. 
She looked down the long cock stem which was laced with veins and covered by 
a thick furry coat at the base. His nuts hung like a coin sack between his 
thighs, the wrinkled skin constricting with the movement of his testicles. 

Was there something she did not know about? Heidi meant to ask, but then she 
squirmed on the toilet seat and the urine trickled from her urethra into the 
cistern. She felt a thankful release of tension. It tingled from the back of 
her spine and vented out her crotch. She felt very sexy pissing in front of 
Gillie. 

His eyes stared at her crack, watching the pee splash into the cistern. He 
was like a father toilet training his daughter. "That's a good girl," he 
said approvingly. 

She started to blush as her buttocks squirmed on the wet seat and pee 
dribbled through her pubic hair. 

Later, she would think back on this moment and a light would flash in her 
memory. She knew what followed, but whether she expected it or wanted it was 
another matter. Heidi raised her head from staring at her crotch. Heidi saw 
the long cock had drooped and now he held it close to her face. She felt 
small and ashamed of herself. A racking sob clogged her throat. When he 
wiggled his cock, she didn't know what to say. But she knew. There could be 
no other meaning to Gillie's insistence on rushing her to the bathroom. It 
was all for this minute. 

"Can I?" he asked. 

She looked up into his eyes and at the fiendish smile splitting his lips. 
There was no way to stop him and at this point, Heidi wasn't sure if she 
wanted to. She felt a swelling in her breasts, a hot, burning sensation in 
her cortch. She nodded. 

"Look at me," he said sternly. 

Heidi did as she was told. 

"Open your mouth. 

She gasped loudly. Gillie was so crazy he might do that to her. Heidi was 
about to protest when her mouth dropped in surprise and his garden hose cock 
shot piss out the end, dowsing her everywhere. She sank down against the 
seat, the yellow stream smashing what dignity the child had left. Gillie 
worked his cock up and down, back and forth across her body, his bladder 
spilling out a strong surge of piss until she was covered and his sparkling 
yellow water danced over her tongue and teeth. 

Heidi was so embarrassed she wanted to cry. Instead, she laughed! It was so 
unbelievable! 

She watched his hose drain away to a few droplets and then he was empty, his 
penis dripping now like a wrung-out rag. 

He felt no shame at his deed and no remorse. A great relief swept through 
his mind, a feeling of satisfaction that had eluded him for all these years. 

"Thank you," he said simply. 

He walked into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and looked up at the 
white ceiling. He was fully confident of shooting a fantastic score 
tomorrow. 

The toilet flushed. The sound was followed by the padding of feet across the 
floor and then 

Heidi's body flopping on the bed. He had not heard the shower running, but 
she was dripping with hot steam and carried a fat towel. "I love you," she 
said. 

He chuckled to himself. Heidi wasn't a bad piece of ass after all. His 
thoughts darkened, however, when he remembered the flash of light at the 
window. That problem had to be taken care of. Suddenly he wanted very much 
to continue playing golf. He was well and at the top of his form and he 
didn't want to ruin his career because of that one moment. He rose from the 
bed and started dressing. 

"Where are you going?" Heidi asked. 

"Out," he answered. "I'm getting the photographer." 

"What?" Then she remembered the flash of light at the door from the patio. A 
strobe light for a camera, she thought. Of course! 

"You know who it is?" she said. 

"No," he answered flatly. "But I've got a good idea who hired him." He put 
on a polo shirt and a thin windbreaker and stormed out of the motel room. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Frank and Esther frolicked in the swimming pool like children as Bruce 
Gillie's rented car roared down the freeway. 

Frank lay back in the pool, floating with his legs spread wide, his eyes 
fixed on the twinkling stars above. He could see the Big Dipper clearly. The 
constellations were so bright he could almost reach out and touch them. He 
felt a swish of water, and Esther's face rose magically up from his crotch. 

The pool water washed softly against his thighs, making him think of the 
Pacific Ocean and a girl he had met in the Mexican resort, Puerto Vallarta. 
She was a native girl, brown from the sun with big liquid eyes and the wild 
abandon of a primitive native. They had walked together on the wet sand, the 
roar of the surf pounding in their ears, and when he could withstand 
temptation no longer and pulled her to the warm sand to enter her cunt, she 
did not resist. Her hips squirmed underneath him as he lifted up the flimsy 
dress and penetrated her slit. She was beautiful; sexy like a dream come 
true. Now as he looked away from the stars and down his legs at Esther's 
smiling face, he had another dream that was about to come true. 

"What are you thinking about?" said Esther. 

Her breasts floated, the nipples bobbing against his skin. Her hands found 
his cock and coaxed him into erection. He lay back, watching the stars while 
waiting for her lips to come over the bullet-shaped tip of his prick. 

"You ever figure out who the peeping Tom was?" he asked. Esther had told him 
everything after he had dildoed her cunt. She had babbled on about Gillie 
and herself until she ran out of words. 

"He's imaginary," she said. 

"Think so?" Frank said, looking over the fence. There were cracks between 
the fence slats. Anyone could look in easily. He heard the crackle of dry 
wood outside the fence. Was someone out there? He lay back. To hell with 
speculations. 

"You worried?" she asked. 

He pushed her head down into his crotch. "Not anymore." 

They floated around the pool. Esther hugging his crotch. Her slippery smooth 
lips sucked on the bulbous end, sending jolts of passion shooting back 
through his spine. 

She sucked with a special nervous energy. Her twat still tingled from the 
dildo that had ferociously attacked her cunt. She had been utterly exhausted 
from that vile thing. It seemed to draw every atom of energy from her body 
and drain it out her cunt. She had lain on the bed exhausted, too weak to 
protest. Frank had threatened to use the dildo on her asshole, but when she 
refused to fight, he lost interest. 

The dildo made her think of Gillie. The thought of her husband and memories 
of those good days before their marriage made her skin prickle. He didn't 
seem like such a bad guy anymore. Esther had blamed him for the separation, 
but after today and what Frank had done to her body, she didn't blame her 
husband. She really had acted like a bitch at home. Maybe she .had it coming 
to her. 

"Let's get out of the pool," said Frank. "My skin is shriveling up." 

"Okay," Esther said. 

They swam to the shallow end and climbed up the steps. The water shimmered 
on their backs, the two naked bodies reflecting the eerie glow of the 
moonlight. 

At the fence Gillie waited, his pulse throbbing. He recognized Frank as the 
muscle-bound chauffeur that had driven him to the country club. He gritted 
his teeth, squeezing his balled fists until the anger subsided. He regretted 
not bringing his gun. He was no match for Frank unless he had a gun to even 
out the odds. His hands were shaking with fright. The impossible was 
happening. His wife was making his jealous. 

He hated the freeloading bitch. Or did until he saw her swimming nude in the 
swimming pool. Now he wasn't sure. She was a great piece of ass, a wonderful 
woman that any man would have been proud of. And deep down, he still loved 
her. 

When they had entered the house, Gillie crept back to his car, parked 
halfway down the block. He took a tire iron from the back seat. When he got 
back, the house lights were on, the drapes were pulled. He went to the side 
of the house and put his ear next to the bedroom window. Nothing! 

Gillie was sweating. That meant his wife was in the living room. A shiver of 
anger shot down his spine. The living room had been their special place. He 
had loved sticking his dick into her cooze and rolling around on the floor, 
her loins hugging his cock, her tits buried into his chest. How the hell 
could he get into the house? Frank was one big son-of-a-bitch Gillie didn't 
want to tangle with. He felt shaky, even armed with the tire iron. 

Gillie crept along the row of bushes that led back to the fence surrounding 
the swimming pool. No one at poolside. From the sliding glass doors came the 
high pitched voice of his wife. The stereo was playing in the background, 
drowning out their words. If he could get over the fence without them 
seeing, he could run to the sliding glass door and make a surprise attack. 
The doors were never locked. The question was timing. If they saw him 
approaching, Frank would give him more trouble than he could handle. His 
timing had to be perfect. Gillie didn't know Frank personally, but he was a 
big Italian kid, and those bastards moved like greased lightning. 

He slouched down against the fence. The moonlight was bright enough to read 
a book by. The neighbors would see him soon and call the cops and that was 
trouble he could do without. The music died down inside and he heard his 
wife say, "Go ahead, use it. I'm a slut, a no-good bitch. You know what I 
want, do it!" 

Esther was acting like a little girl who had been bad and was ready for her 
spanking. Gillie was sweating again, this time with excitement making him 
tremble all over. That wasn't the Esther he knew. "Jesus," he whispered 
under his breath. And then he knew that he had to get inside the house. He 
was exhilarated. Damn, he had to get inside and soon! There was no choice 
really. A car drove down the road, the headlights illuminating the fence. He 
ducked down until it passed and then made his move. 

He cleared the fence and landed silently on the patio. The voices were 
louder and his wife giggled again. Gillie gripped the tire iron. His jaw 
tightened in determination. He crept toward the wall and pressed his back 
against the brick siding. The sliding glass door was cracked open and the 
drapes rippled from the slight breeze. He crooked his head. 

Esther sat on the carpet, her hands crossed over her breasts. She was 
looking towards the pool but away from Gillie. Her hair and skin were wet 
and at her feet was a rumpled towel and a bottle of hand lotion. Gillie 
counted the number of steps it would take to burst into the house. Three to 
his wife, he thought. But where was Frank? He leaned back on the wall. The 
stereo was off. Maybe he was in the corner changing records. Why was Esther 
looking toward the corner? He turned around, gripping the tire iron for one 
last look. 

This time he had a surprise. Esther was staring straight into his eyes, a 
smile on her lips. She froze, her mouth shaped in an O. She held the lotion 
bottle and was applying the liquid between her thighs. Her look of surprise 
turned to horror. Gillie was already up and moving inside, praying that 
Frank was in the corner of the room. 

Frank was against the wall waiting for the Peeping Tom that he had heard 
come over the fence. He waited, muscles tense, ready to strike. 

Gillie realized it was a mistake. But it was already too late. "Esther!" he 
shouted, whirling to the corner. Nothing. The chauffeur was moving behind 
him. He spun low and got far enough around to see the club come smashing 
into his face. His head rocketed back and he started to fall, loosing his 
balance. Then the crashing noise filled his ears and blackness clouded his 
eyes. 

Gillie was unconscious before he hit the floor. Falling unconscious no doubt 
softened his drop to the floor. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

There was no Frank and no taxi and the coffee shop was the only place open 
for Heidi to go. She had climbed into her clothes and run out into the lobby 
just in time to see Gillie take off in a rented car. When Heidi had asked 
for a car, the Avis girl gave her a haughty look and demanded 
identification. 

"You're too young," said the Avid girl. And she was right. Heidi couldn't 
follow Gillie and it made her feel so sad that she wanted to cry right there 
in the coffee shop. Even the waitress was reluctant to serve her a hamburger 
because it was closing time. "Damn!" she cried. 

Everything was going wrong! 

She played with her coke until the hamburger came. She ate in silence. Heidi 
was starving. She hadn't eaten all day. Lost in her thoughts, Heidi didn't 
see the approaching man until he sat next to Heidi and ordered a coffee. 

"We're closed, bub," sneered the waitress. 

"I work here too," protested Ralph. "If you serve the lady why can't you 
serve me?" 

"All right," snapped the waitress. "But you're the last one." 

She walked away, leaving Ralph and Heidi staring at each other. She had seen 
him before. He grinned strangely and his eyes were dilated enough to qualify 
him as a hophead. 

"You're the caddie," said the man. "Gillie's girl." He leaned close, his 
breath reeking. "Sure, I know you." 

"Yeah, and I just lost him," she said. She remembered his face. "You're a 
caddie too. I remember you from the pro-am. You teed off in front of us." 

"Right," grumbled Ralph, barely hiding his anger. "And I finished out of the 
money. Didn't make the cut." 

An awkward silence ensued. She finished her hamburger without trying to 
start up conversation. He certainly looker her over. She felt squeamish 
under his penetrating gaze, as if her body were a slab of meat being sold at 
the grocery store. 

"Where's Gillie?" Ralph said. 

"Out," she said. A camera hung from his shoulder and she wondered who he was 
taking pictures of. "He's gone away and I have to find him." 

She looked over at Ralph and then got a bright idea. "Do you have a car? I 
can't rent one because I'm too young and I have to get into town in a 
hurry." 

Ralph studied the girl, lowering his eyes to her crotch. He had down his job 
for Esther and gotten the pictures. The negatives were worth their weight in 
gold. Heidi was a cute thing with small tits and a nice ass and he wouldn't 
mind sticking his cock up her cunt and humping that healthy bitch's hole 
until jizz ran down her thighs. His friend Eddy who had his cock sucked off 
by her sweet mouth in the John told him she wasn't the type to scare. 
Besides, she wouldn't squeal. He had the negatives. 

"I can give you a lift," he said, his eyes feasting on her cunt like it was 
a wedge of cherry pie. "My car is out in the parking lot." 

Heidi knew she was just asking for trouble. The man was older than Gillie 
and the withering gleam in his eyes made her stomach churn. It was the same 
sickness she saw in the man who forced her to suck his dick in the ladies' 
room. It was a wanton, unbridled desire, the look of sickness. Yet she 
needed a ride to Gillie's house. It was important that she be there. Heidi 
didn't know why. Instinct told her. She sensed that Gillie was in some kind 
of trouble and she realized only this man could help her. 

Her heat beat was racing. Her palms were sweaty as she clutched her fingers 
together. My God, she almost enjoyed it. He looked like the type that 
molested children. Oh, she just knew it was true, but she needed the ride. 

"Well, girlie," snickered Ralph. He felt vibrantly alive. His wallet might 
be empty and his job in jeopardy, but he had the negatives in his possession 
and this nice girl to satisfy his desires. Get her in the car and go! 

"Come on," she said, putting two dollars down on the counter for the 
waitress. "We have to because it's urgent." 

Heidi felt the same tingling sensation at the bottom of her stomach that she 
did when Frank took her out on the freeway that night. If Gillie hadn't been 
so mad, she might have let him go. Ralph was hardly the ideal companion. 

Hatred flowed through her veins, hatred for this man, for what he was going 
to make her do. He's going to rape me and I can't do anything about it. It 
was terrible. She blamed herself for getting in this jam. Hot juices poured 
from her mound, sending up a pungent smell that filled the car. Her body was 
betraying her. She felt as if she were going to lose her sanity. Oh, why 
can't he leave me alone. Why does he want to fuck me? 

The car swerved onto the shoulder as if to answer her questions. Ralph had 
barely turned off the engine before he was out of his pants and had Heidi 
pinned to the front seat. 

"Ohhhh!" she cried. 

He lapped her cunt, licking and sucking, biting the clit head. Her 
struggling only worked to his advantage. Kicking her legs at his face made 
it easier for him to grab her thighs and spread them apart. 

"Ohhhhhh!" she cried. Her clitoris vibrated like a tuning fork. His wet 
mouth covered her cunt like a sopping wet washcloth. Her slit wept all over 
his licking tongue and she screamed with ecstatic delight when his fingers 
pulled on her ass cheeks. He was a brutal, unrelenting beast and she felt so 
weak and helpless until she thought about Gillie and decided to fuck this 
man because he could help her. 

Ralph felt the change in her body and rushed his cock up into her slimy 
slit, which his mouth had made all soft and slimy. She was no virgin, this 
cunt. Her channel was tight around the shaft of his cock, but not virgin 
tight. And that was fine because first-timers bugged him. She moaned and 
thrashed and drove her twat down hard against his prick and that was 
fantastic! 

"Fuck, baby," he ordered, grabbing her buttocks. He lifted her rump up by 
the ass cheeks and pulled her to him, pushing her cunt down over his cock. 

It was fantastic for Heidi. She felt her resistance give in to passion. His 
fingers hurt, pulling on her cheeks like the handles of an urn, but she 
couldn't stop herself from loving his cock. It stroked her with a fearless, 
brutal abandon. This man was even better than Gillie. His dick went in hard 
and tugged at her insides. 

Her head spun crazily. Nothing seemed to matter now except his cock. She 
hunched around his steaming sex pole and her tits grew hard with excitement. 
His sweat lathered her blouse. His hot, panting breath filled her lungs. Her 
cunt stretched out, her lubricant oozed out and surrounded him, and her hips 
moved up and down. There was no present. No past. Only this sudden, exciting 
moment. She felt her body dissolving in his savage hands and her mind 
becoming part of the darkness that surrounded her. She moaned and thrashed 
and felt such a high spasm of joy that her cunt fluttered like ribbons in 
the wind. She was going with it, taking him in deeper, consuming his lust 
with her flesh and turning his joy into hers. 

"Ah! Ah!! Ahhhh!" she groaned. It was a terrible, mournful sound that came 
from the depths of her soul. Her voice was raw and lusty, filled with an 
urgency that tingled Ralph's swollen nuts. 

He surged into her cunt, feeling her ass squeezing down on his fingers, 
wondering how long he could stand it, then knowing how pointless everything 
was because hot cream surged through his shaft. He only had a few seconds. 
"I'm fucking your cunt!" He rammed into the widening hole between her legs 
and felt her shuddering around him. She was gripping his dick with her cunt. 
Hot sperm welled in the glans, a drop spit into her sucking channel, and 
then another and another until his juice steamed through the seared pussy 
flesh. 

She was falling away, her cunt a huge nerve cell rippling with pain and 
passion. A searing jolt of electricity ran up and down her spine. She 
clutched his clothes, the sperm washing over her, and her cunt came down on 
him, taking his juice inside. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" As her flesh rushed upward into a warm, wonderful soft 
darkness and her eyes rolled in her skull, a cry of exultation rushed from 
her parched lips. "Aaaaahhhhhhlit" 

Then her muscles went soft and she drooped in his arms limp and vulnerable. 
Ralph continued thrusting his cock into her cunt hole until his sperm 
drained away and his dick started to go soft. 

His sperm dripped from the petal soft lips of her cunt, the gateway to her 
womb and unutterable happiness. Fantastic! she thought. 

Now where is Gillie? 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

Gillie's head was swimming. When he tried to open his eyes, pain shot 
through his brain and he thought a gun had gone off and the bullet had 
splattered his brains all over the house. He could not feel his body-or 
anything, for that matter. The explosion in his head hurt and that would be 
over soon, after the cerebrum was hit and shock killed him. 

"You hit the shit out of him," cried a woman's voice. Gillie listened. Maybe 
he wasn't going to die after all. The voice was full of anger and fear and 
more than a little concern. 

It was the voice of his estranged wife. 

"You son-of-a-bitch!" shouted Esther. 

She hates me, thought Gillie. He opened his eyes to the painful light of the 
living room and tried to get up. His hands couldn't move. They were tied 
with heavy rope behind his back. Gillie lost his balance and fell heavily to 
the carpet. 

"See, he's all right," said a man's voice. 

Gillie moaned. The pain shot down his back to his bound hands. He twisted on 
the rug and looked up into the face of his wife, who had a wet towel in her 
hand. Her breasts hung down as she leaned over his face, the nipples nice 
and tempting and suddenly he reached up with his mouth and licked one. 

"Ohhh," she said, wiping his brow. "That's good." 

It was good. Her nipples tasted salty and plump and he had a sense of loss 
when she finished mopping his brow and stood up. He was aware for the first 
time that Esther still had no clothes on. 

Then his memory came and through the pain that shot down from the welt at 
the back of his neck and rose from the tight ropes binding him, he wondered 
where Frank was. His wife was capable of many things, but she would never 
tie him up like a steer ready for slaughter. 

Frank was naked as he walked proudly into the living room, his cock drooping 
down between his legs like a fleshy length of garden hose. Gillie felt 
hatred boiling in his veins. That cock had been stuck in his wife and 
knowing Esther, she had been fucking with more than just her cunt. 

"Aren't you Mister Helpless," Frank simpered. Gillie's burning gaze never 
left his face and it had an unsettling effect. Frank wondered if tying up 
Gillie was such a good idea. He should have split after bobbing him on the 
head. But it was too late now. And what the fuck. Gillie was tied up and 
there was no way he could get away. Frank felt a resurgence of confidence. 
He could do anything he wanted to Gillie. "You look any harder at me," said 
Frank, "and your eyeballs are going to fall out." 

"Fuck you," said Gillie. He felt a strength surge through his muscles that 
he hadn't known was there. There was no fear, no feeling of helplessness. If 
he could get loose, he had no qualms about fighting Frank. He looked forward 
to it, in fact. That grease ball would be eating his own cock after Gillie 
finished with him. 

"So you're a big man," Frank said as if reading his thoughts. He pulled the 
dildo out and shoved the pronged end into Gillie's face. 

"So tough," Frank sneered. "Wear this in your asshole, Mr. Tough!" 

Gillie's eyes never left Frank's face. They showed neither fear nor 
weakness. Hatred burned incandescently. "When I get out of here, I'll come 
looking for you, grease ball. I'll make you hurt until you beg to be 
killed." 

Frank recoiled. The bastard meant every word and he was crazy enough to do 
it. Even Esther wasn't the same old cunt. Shit, what a jerk he was. There 
was the nice little teenager back at the hotel. He could have chewed into 
her tail and been content. Now he had a husband that threatened to kill his 
ass and his sultry wife who suddenly turned the tables on him. Frank was 
backed into a corner and he didn't like it. Shit, what rotten luck. 

"Maybe you better go," Esther suggested. There was no bitterness in her 
voice. Whatever had drawn him to her had drained away to nothing. She stood 
and acted differently. The thrill was gone. 

Suddenly a ferocious anger, kindled by outrage and frustration, surged 
through Frank. If this silly cunt thought for a minute that she could 
dismiss him that quickly after he had beaten up Gillie and tied him like a 
steer ready for slaughter, well, she had another thought coming. 

He held the dildo out under her nose. If the stick held no terror for 
Gillie, it still did for Esther. Her thighs trembled together. The memory of 
the electrical shock in her cunt was long. The bedroom still stunk from his 
bestial use of the stick. She shivered like a frightened girl in the hands 
of a mad rapist. Naked and vulnerable, she could do nothing. And while he 
menaced her with the baton, he peeked at Gillie, whose face was livid. 
Suddenly, he knew how to get back at him and his face burst with happiness. 

"Baby, I promise not to let you down," he said advancing with the dildo, 
pointing it at her crotch. 

"Keep away from her!" shouted Gillie. He twisted his wrists against the 
leather bonds but it was futile. Frank had done a professional job tying his 
hands. He watched helplessly as Frank attacked Esther with the artificial 
cock. How ironic! It was the dildo which had started their marital trouble. 
He choked back the sob in his throat and cursed Anselmo. Someday he would 
find that muscle-bound sadist and castrate him! 

The saying, "you can run, but you can't hide" never had more meaning for 
Esther. Frank put out a big hand and she flinched away, covering her 
breasts. Her legs quivered. Frank was grunting like an animal, holding the 
baton out, torturing her mind with all the evil things he was going to do 
with the big cock. She felt horrible and wanted to scream and yet, deep 
down, her body still vibrated from the cock's wonderful thrilling thrusts It 
felt good and delicious. If I give in, then Frank will go and I'll never 
have to see him again. She shot a frightened look at Gillie whose tortured, 
helpless expression made her feel guilty as hell. She would promise never to 
leave him again, never to act bitchy and to do whatever made him happy if 
she could just get through the next few minutes. Gritting her teeth, she 
stopped running. The dildo came closer and closer until the pronged end 
touched her nipples. He flicked the button and the electricity shot through 
the dildo into her tit, with a jolt of voltage that sent Esther screaming to 
the floor. 

"Bastard!" shouted Gillie, his cock rising in his pants. He twisted his 
hands, tugging at the leather bonds. They gave! He couldn't believe it! Then 
he remembered a cowboy who'd told him that leather stretched when wet. That 
was happening now. He twisted and pulled on his wrists. He might have a 
chance. Frank was on his wife, rubbing his long obscene cock along her 
belly. It was a fuck show for his benefit. The bastard wanted him to feel 
degraded by watching his wife squirm helplessly on the floor. 

"Good, isn't it?" said Frank, pushing the fuck stick up her thigh. He struck 
the pronged end into her opening and tickled her cooze. 

Suddenly her hand began to go around his hips in a swift movement and her 
nails were raking his back. "I shouldn't," she whispered. "Oh, no, this is 
wrong. God, I feel like shit." Her eyes were snapped shut, refusing to look 
at Frank. She was going to get fucked in a way she had never dreamed. As he 
lathered her flanks with the sweat from her crotch and worked around the 
slit in her buttocks, she whimpered. Her cunt was soft and wet and moist and 
well lubed. He gathered up her snatch juice and rubbed the tight pink 
sphincter muscle. 

Tears streamed down Esther's face, but she didn't want him to stop. It felt 
so good. "Please," she said, "anything! Just do it!" And then she was 
breathing hard and flexing her belly and the dildo was forced between her 
buttocks and ascended slowly to her rectum. 

Frank pushed, felt resistance, then backed out. 

"Ohhhh, noooo!" she groaned. Her sphincter widened, hurting like hell, but 
still moving out, sucking in the cock. Her husband was in the corner 
watching this show and she felt depraved and unworthy. A slut, a whore, 
that's what I am. I deserve men like Anselmo. It was stupid, she realized, 
to have left Gillie. She had betrayed him and all this time she thought he 
was a bastard. Having trained herself to hate, she was not used to love. Yet 
she loved Gillie! Loved him with every atom of her body. And she would make 
it up to him. She would be a good wife and do what he wanted and care for 
his needs like a good, faithful wife. If only he would have her after seeing 
Frank dildoing her asshole! 

She hunched her ripe buttocks. Get it over with, she told herself. He spread 
her buns apart and worked into her crease. The pronged head went in an inch 
at a time. She slowly spread apart, feeling the warm, thick shaft gliding 
into her rear. 

Anselmo stroked deeper while she listened to the secret sucking noises 
around her butt. She felt her body opening up to each stroke. Frank was 
feeding the cock in with slow, careful strokes. It felt like a finger being 
rammed into her anus. Ralph had finger fucked her butt and the feeling was 
the same, only this man's "finger" was big around as a wrist bone. And the 
end was plugged into the wall! 

There was no turning back. She was trapped. Her butt reamed by a maniac. She 
stared up at him, the sweat on his face, his tongue licking his teeth as her 
flesh made plopping noises. Her hole was loose and ready and they both knew 
it. The hot hardness of cock made her feel tiny and weak. Her lips moved, 
mouthing noiseless words and he grinned again before flicking the current 
hot and live into her rectum. 

It was a searing, terrible pain. It burned for a moment, vibrated until pee 
dribbled down her legs and then throbbed like an open wound. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!!" she screamed, giving in, giving herself wholly to the fuck 
stick. It climbed up and in, the prongs flashing sparks in her darkness. It 
was overwhelming, the ultimate humiliation. Nothing in the world felt like 
it. She cried, falling flat on her belly and squirming like a lizard under 
his prodding. 

Frank worked the dildo in and out of her butt without mercy. He stuck it in 
like a dagger, fucking her buttocks until she screamed for more and more 
cock. 

"Pant, whore!" he shouted. "This is for your hubby, slut! Fuck for him. Show 
him what a pig he married. What a cheap, stupid cunt you really are!" 

She shuddered, her buttocks fluttering with each stabbing thrust. She felt 
her body rising and falling with the zinging sex, floating in and out of 
reality. 

And Frank just laughed as he turned to show Gillie how easy his wife was. 
Except Gillie was not in the corner. He was up, his hands free, standing 
only a few inches from Frank. And the last thing Frank saw was the fist 
smashing him in the face and then the darkness. 

Esther couldn't believe it. She cried and screamed. Her eyes gleamed with 
passion and love. "He's right," said Gillie, grabbing the handle. "You do 
love my fuck stick." And then he went to work reaming the asshole of his 
screaming wife and watching years of hatred for her turn into exquisite joy. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

If Ralph had been smart, he would have ditched the kid on the freeway, 
packed his bags and driven as fast as possible away from Tucson. 

But Ralph was not smart. Instead, he took Heidi over to Esther's house to 
present the crazy sexpot with the negatives and throw the girl in as a 
surprise. He didn't think of Gillie or how ferocious he could get. 

Ralph only wanted to surprise Esther. And for that reason alone, he was 
willing to drive to her house and dump off the kid. Won't she be surprised, 
he mused, turning off the freeway. His balls were drained and the 
contentment that follows good, hard cocksucking spread through his chest. 

"What's Gillie really up to?" he asked. 

Heidi was drenched with his seed. Her cunt was all wet to fuck, but reaching 
down into his crotch, she knew his flaccid cock was not up to the task. 

"Let's wait till we get there," she said. 

"Yeah, sure," he agreed. What the hell, he was just the driver now. Besides, 
there was still Esther and he wouldn't mind fucking her even if he had to 
stick his finger up her ass and march the pain-loving broad around the 
swimming pool again. They continued the rest of the drive in silence. 

Esther's living room lights were on. Ralph pulled to the curb and braked the 
car to a halt. A thrill shot through him. This was wonderful. As he looked 
out the window, imaging the thrills that awaited him, his pecker rose in his 
pants, getting harder and harder. 

Heidi was also excited. She spotted Gillie's rented Avis car parked down the 
road. Gillie had been madder than she had ever seen him. There was no 
telling what was going on behind the thick walls of the ranch house and her 
heart was beating a mile a minute. 

"Go around behind," said Ralph, putting an arm on the girl's shoulder as he 
started for the back patio. 

"Why?" 

Ralph didn't have an answer. "It's the way I always go." 

As they moved closer, the deep moaning and the swearing and screaming were 
audible. The gruesome sounds coming from inside sounded like a freakish 
exorcism rite. It frankly scared the hell out of both of them. 

'That's the goddamnest thing," said Ralph. The hair was standing up at the 
back of his neck. His hands shook as he grabbed the fence and looked over at 
the pool. 

Nothing. They were all inside. Ralph started to think coming to Esther's was 
not such a good idea. 

Heidi, however, bounded over the fence with the same graceful style she used 
on the patio partition back at the motel. She was getting to be an old pro 
at spying on Bruce Gillie. Once inside the compound, she moved to the wall 
and inched along until she was at the edge of the sliding door. Over the 
music, she heard the grunting, brutal sounds of a woman screaming in pain. A 
nerve tingled at the base of her spine. She felt a glowing warmth in her 
cunt. It was like Ralph's finger tickling her womb. Little bubbles formed at 
the corners of her lips. She was nervous, flushed with excitement and 
scared. What could be happening inside the house? 

"Oh, noooo! please!" screamed a voice. A woman's voice! The tone was filled 
with urgency. 

Heidi turned her head toward the living room and the two human beings inside 
behaving like animals. She almost puked. 

Esther squatted down on all fours while Gillie marched behind her on his 
knees, tooling her asshole with a two-foot-long baton. Heidi noticed the 
wires trailing out of the handle and she gasped. The wires let into an 
electrical outlet. And that could only mean one thing! 

"Beg, you silly, goddamn, no-good fucking cunt," shouted Gillie. Even from 
the pool, the smell of sex was fierce. Esther was bent in half. Her body 
lathered in oil and sweat, her legs moving unsteadily. The dildo pumped in 
and out with a slow, steady rhythm. 

"Oh, what have I done?" she bawled. 

"Everything!" he shouted, frenzied with the power he held over his wife. His 
lust streamed into the electric fuck stick that thundered in her asshole. 

"You deserve it," he continued. "You're a cheap little tramp and here is 
what I do to cunts like you." He made a movement with his forefinger and 
Esther went sprawling to the carpet. He jimmied and jived the fuck stick, 
stroking her asshole with a frenzy with electricity, and made her howl and 
scream. 

It seemed to go on and on forever until Esther finally collapsed on the 
floor, but only for a second. Gillie's hand came down on her butt with an 
audible slap and she jumped up into a pony position once more. 

"Bitch," he said. "I've had my fill." 

All Heidi could do was watch. She was stunned. Her breath came in short 
gasps as if the wind had been knocked out of her. 

Over and over, she watched Gillie stick the awful dildo into his wife's 
asshole. He took the device out and threw it on the floor still swearing and 
spitting his hate-soaked words. His wife groveled on the floor like a slave. 

"You're shit, scum, the worst," he snapped, unzipping. 

"I know," she said. "I know that now." "You cunts are all alike." 

She nodded her head. She had treated him badly and deserved a good beating. 

"Look at me," he said. "You have this coming." 

Her head moved and then her mouth opened wide and she felt him reaching for 
her, bringing her lips close to his cock. If he'll let me, I'll never 
disobey him. His finger pinched her nipples until she screamed. Red welts 
sprouted from the carmine-colored aureoles. He pulled back his hand and 
slapped her cheek. 'That's for not coming sooner," he said. 

Suddenly, he thrust into her mouth and started fucking. She gasped with joy. 
Oh, it got better every time she touched her husband. She had made so many 
mistakes in the past. She wanted to suck Gillie and fuck him and give her 
body willingly to satisfy his lusts because that was her job as a woman and 
she would do it for the man she loved. And for his friends too, if that was 
what he desired. 

Her head spun like a top as his cock flickered at the corners of her sucking 
mouth. She greedily licked and sucked, begging him to splash milky seed down 
her throat. Oh, that would be good, she thought, fondling his nuts. That's 
what she wanted. 

When Gillie grunted twice and pumped her lips she thought his seed was 
coming. But he held back and her lips closed and her throat started the up 
and down suction and suddenly he spurted in a gush. It raced across her 
licking tongue, down and down her throat like a stream of latex. She nearly 
strangled, sucking in his cream. 

When he was finished and her face was splattered with sperm, Esther lay 
back, gasping. 

But Gillie was not through, not by a long shot. "Come here, scum bag," he 
said, hunching once again toward her face. He held his limp dick before her 
nose and wagged End until she bowed her head. 

Esther said under her breath, "Yes, if it makes you happy." 

"Look at me" he ordered and she did and that is when he pissed on her face. 
His urine shot all over her nose and lips and mouth and it made him laugh. 
His pee splashed down her breasts in a wall of sparkling urine and then she 
was laughing. 

Heidi still couldn't believe her boss's depravity. She was terrified of 
Gillie, terrified of his wildness, and terrified of losing him. She hated to 
give up the tour but it looked like she would have to. 

Then she felt Ralph behind her, making a rustling noise. She turned around 
right into the tip of his prick. Ralph was watching and his cock was very 
hard from jerking off. Heidi swung her head away. No not now, she thought. 
But he caught her roughly with one arm and pointed his cock into her mouth. 
What could she do? She closed her eyes and felt him sliding between her lips 
and then the raw taste of penis overwhelmed whatever resistance she had 
left. It was horrible! And she loved every second of it. The hot throbbing 
shaft was in her mouth, going in and in and in, gagging her as she fought to 
breathe, only to find she was sucking his penis faster and faster, her mouth 
licking and sucking in the same rhythm. 

"Hmmmmmm!" she gasped. It was heaven and she surrendered to the dirty man 
whose dick thrust into her face. His cock head bloated up and sperm shot 
into her mouth, huge, thick wads of white gooey cream. Her tongue curled 
around his circumcised head and jerked the flaccid skin that surrounded his 
rock-hard cock as he poured juice down her throat. 

His balls pumped cream into her silly face and he groaned with delight, his 
nervous energy draining into her face. Only when finished, did he look up 
and see Gillie standing at the door, his dick dripping pee on the rug. 
Inside, Esther wallowed in a small urine puddle in the center of the living 
room. 

"I've never seen her look so happy," Ralph said, not knowing what to say. 

"You look pretty content yourself," Gillie said. "You'll have to excuse me 
though. I've got a tournament to win tomorrow." 

And he shut the door before Ralph's wide-open eyes and returned gently pick 
up his wife. 

"Come, dear," he said. "Let's take a shower. I've got to get up in the 
morning. 

"Of course." She would have licked his asshole if he had asked her to. 
Because Gillie was her husband. And that's the way wives are supposed to 
act. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

Frank was understandably upset when he woke up tied to the wrought-iron 
patio table. His nose was broken and blood ran down his shirt, but Gillie 
apologized in the morning when he rose to head out to the course. 

To show no hard feelings, he gave Frank a ride to the country club, which 
brightened the chauffeur's mood. 

He's a pretty good egg, thought Frank. Not bad at all. 

Heidi sat next to him and gave Frank a hand-job all the way back to the 
course. She did it nice and slow and got Frank fully aroused just before 
they arrived at the country club. Gillie had to drive through the en try way 
twice while Frank ejaculated down Heidi's throat. 

"I'm going to do well," said Gillie to a suddenly weakened and very relaxed 
Frank Anselmo. Motioning to Heidi, he walked up to the club and the cheers 
of the crowd waiting for him. It was going to be a great day. A real great, 
wonderful day. 

And it was too. He shot a sixty-one, finished first with a new 72-hole 
course record. The media people hounded him as he left the last hole and one 
reporter grabbed his arm and asked what had caused his game to snap back to 
form. 

Gillie thought the question over carefully. "It was my wife who gave me 
confidence and my caddie who kept my spirits up when I needed cheering up." 

That remark brought a few guffaws from the crowd. But few understood his 
parting comment. 

"I would also like to thank a Japanese firm that helped my wife lead a 
better life through electricity." 


THE END
