Watergate made Americans conscious of corruption and the abuse of power at the highest levels of authority in the United States. But how about the countless abuses that occur on a much smaller scale, though just as immorally, in state, county and city governments?
This story deals with a town which is caught in the grip of a tyrant-a man who controls nearly everyone, from the average working man to the sheriff. One person threatens to break that cynical grip, but he is jailed on criminal charges instigated by the town's boss. That leaves his wife, Fay, to fend for herself in a hostile community. She is friendless, without money, and in need of a job.
The sheriffs deputies humiliate her by insisting on a most thorough body search before she can even visit her husband in jail. A punk breaks into her house to find the money that her husband is alleged to have stolen; unsuccessful in that, he rapes Fay. The only job she can find is in a sleazy dive where she is systematically degraded, forced finally to strip on the stage and submit to a gang-rape by the club's drunken, lustful customers.
One man befriends her, but he is seeking something, as well. The town boss blackmails her as a means of bringing further pressure on her husband.
Much of what happens is sexual because many of society's motivations are sexual at their core. Greed, corruption, power and sex are all intertwined in every facet of life.
This is a modern story, told with explicit candor. No truth is soft-pedaled. No graphic description is too lurid to use in driving the story's message home.
Though empathy is for Fay, suffering the depths of shame and degradation, we cannot help but be aware that the story is more important than she alone. It says something to every citizen caught in the web of corrupt authority, in any community of the land:
Resist! Fight back by any means available. And in the end, earn vindication. This is the American ideal.
-THE PUBLISHERS
CHAPTER ONE
"Okay, Mrs. Preston-take all your clothes off!"
Fay stared at the upstart deputy sheriff, with a cigarette dangling from a corner of his mouth. The other deputy, who stood next to him was smirking.
She reddened. "You must be joking."
"Mrs. Preston ... baby ... do I look like the kind of guy who tells jokes, huh?" the first deputy asked. He ran his hand suggestively down Fay's back, cuddling her rounded, voluptuous buttocks. He gave Fay a slap on the bottom, causing her rear cheeks to quiver in the silky, print dress that cuddled them.
She gasped, blushing stronger. "I'm going to report you!"
"Who to, baby?" the punkish young deputy asked. "I'm just carryin' out Sheriff Taggart's instructions by askin' you to strip before I let you in to see your hubby. We gotta make sure you ain't smugglin' no knife or gun or nothing. That's why I'm friskin' you right now."
The other deputy chuckled lewdly as the talker placed his hands on Fay's tapering thighs and rubbed upward, partially lifting her flimsy skirt as his insolent caress glided over her rounded hips. His fingers massaged her asscheeks, feeling the elastic of her panties that were snugged underneath the resilient half-globes.
Both deputies got an enticing view of her stocking tops as her skirt pulled up, then the bare flesh above them, which was traversed by white garter straps. The young deputy grinned and shifted from one foot to the other, obviously stimulated by the sight of Fay's full, firm thighs.
"Stop it!" she exclaimed, flushing furiously as she wriggled free of the deputy's lascivious hands. "If I must be searched, I demand to have a matron do it!"
"Yeah?" the deputy puffed thoughtfully on his cigarette as he looked Fay over-from her softly waved, ash-blonde hair to the swell of her sumptuous breasts, the trimness of her waist, and the gentle curve of her belly. "Okay, I guess you're asked, right. Carl, get Nellie, will you?"
"Sure thing, Tad."
The sandy-haired deputy ambled from the room, his handcuffs jingling at his hip.
Tad said to Fay, who continued to blush angrily, "I just can't figure how a pretty woman like you got herself married to a thief."
"My husband's not a thief!" Fay said angrily. "He was framed, and you know it!"
"Well, now ..." The dark-haired young officer grinned nastily. "It's gonna be up to a judge and jury to decide that, I reckon."
The door opened, and a uniformed woman entered. She was hard-faced and had coal-black hair which she wore in a short, straight bob. Though in her middle twenties, as was Fay, and possessing a good figure, she lacked any feminine attractiveness as she strode up to Fay like a man.
"Strip!" she ordered in a deep, almost masculine voice.
Carl stood behind her, an expectant look on his face, and Tad was still there.
"Now wait a minute," Fay said nervously. "These men can't stay here."
"It's their jail, isn't it?" Nellie retorted, unsmiling.
"Yes, but ..."
"Are you going to take your dress off," Nellie "or shall I do it for you?"
Fay saw that her situation was hopeless. The sheriff's department did the bidding of her husband's boss, who had brought charges against him of rifling the company's safe, and they were determined to make things as miserable for her-and for him-as possible.
Fay set her pouty lips and raised her head haughtily. She didn't look directly at the men, or at Nellie, as she reached behind her to unfasten her dress. Her blush deepened as she pulled her dress up, trying to be as impersonal about it as possible. All three deputies stared at her shapely thighs and the warm roundness of her hips, which were sheathed by silken pink bikini panties. A lacy garter belt clung to her tummy, her cute navel peeping over its rim. Her full breasts bubbled up in creamy fullness from the low cut cups of a white brassiere.
She dropped her dress onto a chair and stared straight ahead, her cheeks rosy.
"All right, the bra and pants, too!" Nellie ordered impatiently.
"This is an outrage!" Fay exclaimed. "What could I possibly be concealing in my underwear?"
Tad and Carl laughed, their eyes bright as they gazed at the beautiful blonde who stood helpless before them in her scanties. Nellie's dark eyes had brightened some, also, but she didn't crack a smile.
"I said your bra and pants, chippy!" the matron barked. "Hurry up, before I rip them off you!"
Fay bit her lush lip, and she shut her eyes shamefully. She had to get in and see her husband, and it seemed that she had no choice but to submit to the indignity demanded.
She reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and took the lacy cloth away. Her full breasts surged forward in naked splendor. Rosy nipples capped their crests, the stems stiffening from a sudden exposure to the air; the pebbly disks around them tensed.
"Hey, Carl," Tad asked, staring, "did you ever see a better pair of tits?"
Fay kept her eyes shut in abject embarrassment.
"They're real titties all right," Carl replied. "I'd love to play volleyball with 'em."
"Must I listen to that filthy talk?" Fay asked the female deputy who stood before her.
"Like I said, baby-it's their jail. Now take your pants off."
Fay leaned slightly forward and had to open her eyes as she stripped her panties down. She felt intensely humiliated as the wispy tendrils of light-blonde hair on her mons came into view. She kept her legs as close together as possible, even when lifting them to step out of her bikini briefs, but she knew that the men and Nellie could glimpse the puffy top of her vaginal slit. Carl walked around behind her to ogle her bare, heart shaped bottom.
Her panties dropped from her fingers as she straightened, staring flush faced at the wall across the small ante-room. Her heart was thudding for some reason. Surely she wasn't excited about being seen in the nude by three total strangers, she thought.
"Now spread your legs!" Nellie ordered.
"Whwhat are you going to do?" Fay asked tremulously.
"Search you internally, of course." The matron took from a side pocket of her uniform skirt a small tube of Vaseline.
"No!" Fay exclaimed. "I won't stand for that!"
"Then sit down, baby, and spread your legs that way," Tad said with a nasty chuckle.
"Oooh, I'm going to tell Sheriff Taggart!" Fay said miserably. "And ... and everyone else!"
"Tell the whole town," Tad replied. "They figure that the worst thing that could happen to you and that thievin' husband of yours wouldn't be bad enough."
Fay knew he was right. The way she had been treated during the three days since her husband's arrest had shown her how few friends they really had made in the small community since they had moved there a few months before. No one wanted to stand up against Harry Gantner, her husband's boss who ran the town ... and the goon squad, which called itself a sheriff's department, that served his every whim.
Blushing hotly, Fay spread her stocking-clad legs wide apart, and the deputies stared at her alluring, hair-fringed pussy. Nellie squatted before her and gazed directly at the soft, fleshy slit which was quite visible through the sparse ash-blonde tendrils that grew along its edges and touched in front of it. The matron squeezed Vaseline on the middle finger of her right hand.
"Oooh, hurry up and get it over with, will you?" Fay demanded vexedly.
The mannish matron didn't say anything as she extended her lubricated finger up between Fay's spread thighs. When Fay felt the fingertip touch her cuntal slit, she gasped and shut her eyes once more. The wicked female finger insinuated itself between the snugly elastic lips of Fay's cunt, found the throbbing little entrance to her vaginal passage, and entered the delicate mouth. The stiffly violating digit sank millimeter by millimeter into her strangely pulsating pussy, and it was ail she could do to keep from slamming her hips forward in a responsive gesture.
The matron's finger rotated deep inside Fay's hotly clutching cunt, causing her to toss her head back and part her pink lips.
"Look at her!" Tad exclaimed. "She's turning on!"
"Yeah," Carl chortled. "Maybe she digs broads, huh? Nellie, why don't you really make out with her while we watch, huh?"
"Shut up, you pricks!" the female deputy snapped. She pulled her finger from Fay's love-tunnel. "Turn around, girl!" Nellie said.
"This is the part I like," Carl sniggered, drawing closer to get a better look. "Right up the old bung-hole."
Fay's eyes popped open, and she stared down at Nellie. "You're not going to actually ..."
"Yes. Your anus must be inspected. Now turn around!"
"Ooh, my God!" Fay murmured, and wondered for the first time whether seeing her husband in jail was worth the ordeal she was going through. But she had submitted to most of it already and, if she steeled herself, perhaps she could endure the rest.
She turned on shaky legs and presented her bottom to the kneeling matron, who was spreading more Vaseline on her middle finger.
"Bend forward!" Nellie barked.
Fay bent, feeling more humiliated than ever. Her breasts hung in creamy fullness, quivering, tipped by rosy darts.
"Pull your cheeks apart!" Nellie ordered.
Wishing that she could die rather than submit to the degradation demanded, Fay nevertheless clutched her rubbery, rounded buttocks and stretched them. The male deputies, who were squatting behind Nellie, grinned as they stared at the blonde's enticing asshole.
"Awww, man!" Carl exclaimed. "Wouldn't you like to stick your dick right into that?"
"You know it, buddy!" Tad retorted. "I'll bet it's tight as hell."
Nellie seemed oblivious to what was being said behind her as she poised her grease-smeared finger. Fay was far from oblivious to the filthy, perverted remarks. She had never heard such nasty talk in her life-at least, not since she was a little girl and the naughty boys in school had said such things to shock her.
She felt mortified as she stood, bending forward in front of the woman and two men, holding her buttocks wide apart and shamefully exposing her dainty, pink-centered anus.
When Nellie's greasy finger touched her anal dimple, she felt a jarring shock. No other person had touched that part of her anatomy since she had grown out of infancy. Nellie twisted her finger, and the Vaseline that coated it permitted the digit to glide into Fay's defensively clenched rear. She felt horrified as the finger spread her asshole and glided up her hot, tight chute-Nellie's first knuckle, then the second, and finally all the way to the third. Unbelievably, the matron's inquisitive finger was sticking as far as it could extend up Fay's violated ass.
"God damn!" Carl husked as he stared. "I've got a hell of a hard-on!"
"So have I!" Tad said. "As horny as we are, we're gonna have to jump old Nellie."
"You do, and I'll have you up on charges," the female officer threatened as she wiggled her finger degradingly in Fay's rear.
"Let's hump the blonde, then," Carl said.
"I wish!" Tad replied, and puffed excitedly on his cigarette. "But that's one thing we can't do."
"You bet your ass, you can't!" Nellie said.
Fay was appalled as she listened to all this while the matron continued wiggling an insulting finger in her anus. Fay was oddly stimulated, also, and that was what distressed her the most. Why should she derive even a modicum of enjoyment, she wondered, from the obscene, perverted violation of her body?
Finally Nellie pulled her finger from Fay's asshole with a greasy popping sound, and she and the men watched Fay's pink anal puckers contract.
"Well, she isn't hiding anything," Nellie reported unnecessarily as she rose.
The men got up also and when Fay turned shamefully to face them, she couldn't help noticing the distended condition of their tan uniform pants.
"I ... I need to wipe before I put my clothes on," she murmured, blushing furiously.
Nellie withdrew a Kleenex from her skirt pocket and handed it to Fay.
"Must you watch even this?" the blonde wife asked irately as she stared at the men.
They just grinned at her, and she thought, Oh, hell-what's the difference?
She pressed the Kleenex between her buttocks and wiped the grease from her anus as the men and Nellie watched. The latter's cheeks were a bit rosy, Fay noted, and the matron's eyes seemed hot as they stroked up and down her voluptuous body like paintbrushes. Fay tossed the soiled Kleenex into a waste basket and snatched up her panties. The three deputies continued to watch as she stepped into her silky briefs and pulled them up, than tucked her breasts into her brassiere, and finally put her dress back on.
"May I please go in to see my husband now?" she demanded, still blushing. She pushed a lock of hair away from her cheek.
"Yeah, you can see him," Tad said regretfully, and walked to the door. His visible excitement had receded by that time, as had Carl's. They and Nellie ushered Fay from the room.
For some reason, she felt loose and trampish as she walked undulatingly along the corridor. Her anus still felt greasy inside, and her pussy had a distressing slickness, also, which wasn't entirely due to the Vaseline Nellie had deposited there. Fay's vaginal glands had been exuding moisture, and they continued to do so. The crotch of her panties became embarrassingly damp.
When she met her husband in the visitors' room, with Tad and Carl standing by, her physical excitement didn't lessen. She had gone several nights without sex, which had broken the marital pattern. She and Joe were so deeply in love that they seldom had been able to go to bed together without snuggling in each other's arms, which invariably had caused his penis to rise against her softly slitted gate. Feeling his hardness had always made her want to take that firm, long shaft deep inside her body, and they had ended most every evening just that way.
It was painful for Fay to see him, in his drab prison clothes, and to be unable to touch him across the table that separated them. She ached to kiss his firm lips, caress his well-built body, and cuddle his handsome face against her breasts while she ran her fingers through his dark hair.
Their talk didn't concern the matter that had caused him to be jailed, because the deputies were listening. Anyway, his lawyer was doing everything that could be done, Fay assumed. A hearing was scheduled in a few days, at which time he would enter a not guilty plea. Then the matter would be set for trial.
Fay left the jail feeling more depressed then when she had arrived.
Damn Harry Gantner! she thought. He had framed Joe when he discovered Joe was about to turn him in for income tax evasion. Joe had felt it is civic duty, even though it would cost him his job. He hadn't counted on a charge of stealing fifty thousand dollars in payroll money from the company's safe. The Gantner Furniture Manufacturing Company was the only major industry in the area, employing twenty-five percent of the town's inhabitants and indirectly supporting the rest. No wonder that everyone sniffed whenever old Harry Gantner farted.
Fay was in a turmoil as she drove home. Not only did she have her husband's fate to worry about, but she had to work out a way to support herself while he was locked up, without hope of bail in the Gantner-owned town. On top of that, her body was a throb with sexual need, which had been intensified by her distressing experiences at the jail.
She parked the car in her driveway and swung her legs out. The morning sun glistened off her metallic garter clips and bathed her bare thighs above her stocking tops before she could snatch her skirt down.
She let herself into her lonely cottage. She was sorry she and Joe hadn't started a family, because then she at least would have had a child to keep her company. But that would have posed an added problem, also: One more mouth to feed.
Fay was wondering where her own sustenance was going to come from, because all of her and Joe's savings had gone to hire his lawyer-the only one in the area who would take the case, and then only if he got his fee in advance.
She crossed the living room and entered the short hallway. She stopped, detecting a strange scent in the air. Her cute nostrils flared.
Tobacco, she decided, which was strange, because she didn't smoke.
It must have drifted in through a window, she assured herself. All the windows were open, since it was a warm summer day, and there was no crime problem in the area. That was one advantage of living in a small town which Fay appreciated
She placed her handbag on the bed and unfastened her dress. After the going over she had gotten in the jail's ante-room, she needed a bath before she did anything else.
She drew her dress up and off over her head, her hair tumbling gracefully down about her shoulders once more. The tops of her titties quivered above her bra cups as she walked to the closet to hang her dress up.
She opened the door and gasped, her blue eyes widening in shock and terror.
A long-haired punk stood in the closet, wearing jeans and a grimy T-shirt. He held a long, gleaming knife that was pointed at Fay's middle.
"Keep your mouth shut, babe," he snarled, "or I'll cut your cunt out!"
CHAPTER TWO
Backing up until her panty-clad buttocks pressed against the wall, Fay stared at the wicked switchblade that the youth was holding low in front of her, pointed upward.
"Wh-what do you want?" she managed to ask, though her throat was tightening with terror.
"I came in here for that bread your husband stole," the teenager replied. "I was just about to start looking for it, when I heard you open the front door."
His eyes flicked up and down Fay's voluptuous form in her skimpy briefs, gartered stockings, and bra.
"Now that I got a good look at you," he went on, "I want something besides loot. You dig, big tits?"
"Please don't touch me!" Fay exclaimed, color rushing into her cheeks. "You can have all the money that's here-but my husband didn't steal any, so we've only got about fifty dollars."
"Fifty shitty dollars?" the kid snarled. "Baby, you're snowing me. But we'll talk about that later."
He reached out, and his bony, long fingers clamped around Fay's left breast. He squeezed the bulging, firm mound.
"Noooooh!" she whined, and tried to squirm away from him. But that was impossible, since her ass was right against the wall. The boy's knife advanced to within an inch of her belly.
He moved his free hand from her left breast to her right one and squeezed it. Both her nipples turned stiff in her bra.
The youth sniggered as he brought his knife up and tickled her skin with the tip as he worked it under the center portion of her bra.
"Oooh, noooh ... please ... oooh God ...!" she babbled, nearly out of her mind from dread.
"You ain't gonna get hurt if you treat me nice and don't yell or nothing-dig?"
Fay nodded her head anxiously, her eyes wide and her pink lips parted.
The lad jerked his knife, cutting her brassiere cleanly in two, and the cups flew away from her quivering, forward-thrusting breasts.
"Shit!" he said, gazing at the big beauties. His grayish eyes lit up, and he licked his thin lips as he wrapped a hand around one of the smooth, spongy mounds.
"Aaaww, God damn ...!" he groaned, and rubbed his hand over her other breast. He pawed both tits, back and forth, making them shake and quiver, her stiff nipples throbbing as he stroked and bent them.
Fay bit her lip. She had to keep staring at the awful youth, because she still feared for her life.
"Come on," he said, and grasped her by an arm, jerking her around. She brushed his front and felt hardness through his Levi jeans.
"Don't rape me ... please don't rape me!" she begged. "I've got a husband!"
"I don't give a shit what you've got," he said, "except a little hole to stick my stiff dick into!"
He gave her a shove, and Fay stumbled backward, her tits shaking wildly as she fell onto her back across the bed. She raised her stocking-sheathed legs, as if toward him off, then didn't dare try; all the gesture accomplished was to show him her crotch which was not completely covered by the narrow strip of pink nylon that passed between her thighs. Wispy cunt-hairs curled into view along its elasticized edges.
Fay's eyes widened to the maximum as she stared at the distention of the youth's pants-front. Snugly constricting as his jeans were, they still managed to stretch and push forward, demonstrating the power and size of his horny penis.
Fay had never seen a cock other than her husband's. She had never wanted to. But she knew she was about to see one, whether she liked it or not.
Still holding the knife in his left hand, the punk used his right hand to jerk his beltless pants open. Fay saw thick brown hair as his fly veed. When he clawed his jeans down, his dick leaped out at her, and she caught her breath as she measured its impressive length with her eyes. The eight-inch organ bobbed springily before locking at a very high tilt. The boy's balls hung low and hairy as he worked his jeans down to his knees.
"You like this?" he asked, clutching his hard-on and wagging it at Fay.
"Noooooh!" she exclaimed, holding her hands over her breasts and pressing her thighs together. "Please don't use it on me!"
"Now look, babe-you better quit blubbering, understand? You know I'm gonna screw you. The only question is whether you're gonna get it rough or easy."
"Ooooooh!" Fay's eyes rolled. "I've never done it ... with anyone but my ... husband."
"Yeah? Well, it's time you did. I'm gonna put my knife away, but if you make any trouble I can pull it out mighty fast. Dig? I'd rather cut you up than get busted. Remember that?"
The youth snapped his knife shut and slid it into a pocket of his sagging jeans. Fay decided that she didn't dare scream or try to fight him. He was strong enough to subdue her, and he just might cut her as he had threatened. As awful as rape was, it was preferable to that.
Utter hopelessness seeped through Fay, as the boy knelt beside her on the bed. She wanted to shut her eyes, but she couldn't keep from staring at his steel-stiff cock that stood almost straight up against his lean belly.
How will that feel when it glides into me? she wondered. Will it be like Joe's? No. His is thicker, but it isn't nearly as long. I don't know if lean take so much cock!
The youth rolled her breasts with both hands, his fingers sinking into the firm titty flesh. Her nipples scratched his palms, which stimulated the fiery stems.
Fay palpitated deep inside, almost as when Joe got ready to take her, though she didn't want this awful rape. She moaned, writhing.
The youth rubbed his hands down her sides and onto her panty-clad hips. His fingers dug underneath her, feeling her billowy buttocks.
"Aaawwww, please ...!" she begged.
The teenager gathered her panties in his hands and pulled them down, ogling her hairy mons and the tight cleft that curved down, out of sight, between her lush thighs. He dragged her panties along her thighs, forcing her to part them a little in order to avoid a burning friction to their inner slopes.
He jerked her pink panties all the way off and tossed them across the room, where they hooked on a dressing table lamp. He grasped her thighs, around the tops of her snug stockings, and spread them wide apart.
"Oooooooh!" Fay said shamefully and finally shut her eyes. She couldn't bear to watch the punk's expression when he looked at the secrets of her hotly throbbing crotch.
"You've got a might fine pussy for an older broad," he said huskily, admiring its parted, hairy lips and the gleaming, moist pinkness of her inner folds. "You're ready too, ain't you-all juicy and hot! How long since you been fucked, baby?"
"Ooh, pleeeease don't use those dirty words!" Fay said.
"Hell, fuckin' ain't dirty," he said, scrambling between her upward tilted thighs. "It's the best damned thing in the world!"
Fay stared up at him, and it was awfully strange to see a man other than Joe poised above her.
"Be ... gentle ..." she murmured.
"You don't want it gentle," the youth said, grasping his stiff cock and wiggling its bare head between the lubricated folds of her cunt. "Not a wild witch like you!"
He pushed, and his prick sank all the way into her, like a knife gliding into warm butter-except that her cunt grasped him firmly. His balls snuggled into her crotch.
Fay was surprised that he had entered her to his entire length without giving her discomfort. She could feel his hardness all the way up in the center of her belly. She kept staring at him as he breathed through parted lips. He stayed propped on his arms, which were planted at each side of her.
He began to stroke his super-stiff rod up and down in her pussy.
I'm being fucked by somebody besides Joe! she thought, scarcely believing it, though the stropping of the youth's hard column against the tip of her clitty and the sensitive nerve-endings of her cunt-mouth produced a burning reality that was undeniable.
The boy moved faster and faster until his slick dick was flying up and down in her hotly throbbing hole. She shut her eyes and clamped her teeth onto her lip, praying not to derive any pleasure from the rape.
That didn't work. The faster and harder that the boy drilled his stiff dick into her, the stronger the response that welled up. Finally she had to express her excitement, though she abhorred what was happening, and she lifted her stocking-clad legs into the air, kicking them.
The sunlight came in through the windows and glinted off her garter clasps. Her flexing legs, in the sheer stockings which circled her full, firm thighs, created an erotic spectacle which went unappreciated by the lad who hovered over her, pumping his bony, long pecker up and down in her clutching cunt.
Her tits bobbed as he rocked her entire body with the force of his teenaged fucking. Her brain reeled. Her arms lifted. Then, before she realized what she was doing, she clamped her arms and legs around the youth's lithe form and drove her hot pussy feverishly against his frenzied penetrating strokes.
"Aawww, shit!" he rasped. "Fuck! Goddamn, you're hot stuff!"
"Oooh! Uuuh! Doooo it! Ohh, goodness ...!" Fay was panting. She knew she sounded like a slut, but couldn't help herself.
The boy kept driving his rigid dick into her, his big balls swinging against her crotch. She flopped her head from side to side, her cheek rubbing his, her hair getting all tangled.
"Uuuuuuh!" he rasped gutturally. "Hot Jesus!"
He stopped stroking for a few moments, to grind his pole-like prick deep inside her, then resumed pumping even faster than before. Fay clawed at his skinny back through his T-shirt. She drummed his heaving flanks with her heels.
The room seemed to swirl about her, and she felt herself approaching a climax. She fucked feverishly up and down on the youth's fast-stroking cock, then jammed her hips as high as they would go, her buttocks quivering above the bed, as the youth's long prick was deeply trapped inside her.
"OOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled as she shook and came blindingly, her cuntal muscles ringing his throbbing boner up and down, spasming heatedly around him.
He jerked and shot, and his spurts were like liquid bullets striking the pit of her cuntal passage. A new wicked burst of orgasmic power shook her, making her teeth rattle as she moaned.
The youth groaned and shot some more-spurt after cunt-searing spurt that sent ecstatic tremors coursing up and down through her body, finally leaving her weak.
She sank back against the mattress, her arms and legs gliding away from the rapist.
Oh, what have I DONE? she thought. I ACCEPTED him! I responded to him! God help me, I LOVED IT!
Her cheeks were florid with shame, and her eyes were shut when the boy pushed himself off her. Her puffy lips were parted as she continued to pant between them.
"Now, I want your money, cunt!" the youth said.
"My p-purse," she told him.
He backed off the bed and pulled his jeans up. He pawed into her purse, coming up with two twenties, a ten, and three ones.
"Shit!" he snarled. "Is this all you got? Where's the fuckin' money that your husband stole?"
"I told you, he didn't steal any! He's innocent!"
"Everybody in town knows that's a lie."
"I can't help it what the town thinks," Fay said miserably as she clamped her soggy thighs together and held her hands over her breasts. "Just take what you've got and get out of here!"
The boy shoved the currency into his jeans. He walked to the dressing table and picked up the cigarette which he had left burning on its edge, before ducking into the closet. The long ash dropped onto the rug, and the lad dug out matches to re-light what was left of the smoke.
"Just stay on the bed until I'm out of the house," he warned. Then, as if by after-thought, he snatched Fay's panties off the dressing table lamp and tossed them to her. They landed across her face, and she got a whiff of her own sexual fragrance which impregnated them.
She uncovered a breast to snatch the damp briefs away from her face, and her exposed titty quivered.
"You're sure built!" the boy said. "Maybe I'll be back to see you some time. Now just lie there and don't yell or I sure will be back-sooner than you'd like."
He left the room, moving silently on sneakers, and Fay heard him let himself out of the house by the back. He could easily vault the rear fence, she assumed.
She remained where he had left her, her brain still swirling giddily. Not only was she deprived of a husband and without a means of livelihood, but she apparently was considered fair game by anyone who wanted to get their hands on the money her husband was supposed to have stolen ... or wanted to sink a horny cock into her body. And to her intense shame, she had enjoyed the crude teenager's rape. She had heard that women sometimes enjoyed being raped, but she had never thought she would.
Well, she wouldn't have enjoyed it, she tried to assure herself, except that she had been in need of loving and had been tormented wickedly by the deputies at the jail.
She hadn't told her husband what the deputies had done to her, because she didn't want to inflict greater suffering on him, when there was nothing he could do about it. She vowed not to tell him about the rape for the same reason. She would never tell anyone, she decided, as she shakily got off the bed and walked into the bathroom, her breasts and buttocks quivering.
The youth's thick, gooey semen was dribbling down between her warm thighs as she turned on the water in the tub. Her hand trembled on the faucet.
Rape! she thought again, still having difficulty believing it really happened to her. Her thinking elaborated on the amazing experience, and she realized that she had been taken by someone whose name she didn't know, whom she never had seen, to her knowledge, and whom she hoped never to see again. That made sex more impersonal than it had ever been to her before-yet still intensely thrilling!
Yes, she had thrilled to the penetration by a man other than her husband. He hadn't even been a man, really, but just a big kid-a kid with a tremendous prick!
Fay shuddered.
She languished in the warm tub for many minutes, rubbing her bobbly breasts which still throbbed from the pawing of the young rapist. She rubbed herself between the legs as well, carefully cleansing all the little folds of her snugly elastic cunt.
Oh, God, what sort of woman am I, she wondered, to get turned on by a brutal rape? Or by that fiendish matron at the jail, poking her finger into my pussy and up my ass?
Can it really be that I don't care WHO touches me or how they do it! AM I SUCH A SLUT?
NO! Fay told herself. I don't want anyone but Joe-not really. I only responded to the others because I was upset. Who wouldn't be, after all that's happened?
Fay got out of the tub and dried herself on a large, fluffy towel until her body glowed. She walked into the bedroom, her breasts joggling. She selected fresh underwear, not bothering with stockings or a garter belt this time, since she intended to remain at home. She would have to do some heavy thinking today, she decided, then go out and try to find work tomorrow. There weren't many opportunities in a small town, she imagined, for a woman without skills.
She put on her undies and stepped into a simple dress, which zipped up the front. She had just repaired her makeup and arranged her hair when the front doorbell sounded.
She slid her feet into sandals and walked through the house to answer the summons, thinking that it must be a door-to-door salesman. She had been bothered by such slickers who came from the city to palm off shoddy goods on the supposedly unsophisticated residents of the little town.
Opening the door, Fay stared at a sleek brunette woman who wore a smart pant suit and had several strands of colorful beads around her neck. She also wore loop earrings.
"Hi!" the caller said, her dark eyes twinkling in a wide-mouthed, gregarious smile. "Are you Mrs. Joe Preston?"
"Yes."
"I'm Liz Merriwell from the Amalgamated News Service. Mind if we have a talk?"
"About what?"
"Your husband, of course, and the trouble he's in."
"Well, I ... no!" Fay said decidedly firm. "That's nobody's business but ours."
She tried to shut the door, but Liz's stylish shoe blocked it.
"On the contrary, Mrs. Preston," Liz said. "It's everybody's business, because it's a matter of public action. There are criminal charges pending. But it might interest you to know that I doubt your guilt. I've heard a few things about your local big baddie-Harry Gantner."
"You have?" Fay swung the door wide and stepped aside.
Liz entered the house, her compact hips twisting sensuously. "Yeah, there's some talk in the capital that Harry's getting too big for his pants. There's a political move afoot to squelch him. I know some people who would just love to get him by the balls."
Fay blushed, because she wasn't used to hearing women use coarse language. She had never known a female journalist.
"Well, uh, sit down Miss Merriwell."
"It's Miz, if you don't mind," she said, and took a chair. "Got some Scotch?"
"Well, uh ... yes, I believe so. It's in the kitchen."
"I was just kidding," the news woman said as her quick smile flashed again. "Call me by my first name. And you're ...?"
"Fay."
"Okay, Fay-hustle up some of that booze and let's get our heads together. Maybe I can help you, and you can help me-hmmmmm?"
Fay doubted that, but she appreciated having someone sympathetic to talk with. She hurried to the kitchen for the liquor.
CHAPTER THREE
"So that's the way it is," Fay completed. "Joe's innocent, but they've got all kinds of trumped-up evidence against him. And the only evidence against Harry Gantner is in his own books and records, which Joe no longer has access to ... and I certainly don't."
"It's really a fucked-up situation," Liz said.
"Please!" Fay responded, reddening. "I don't like dirty talk."
The sophisticated brunette studied her with interest. "What do you like, Fay?"
"Hmm?" Fay sipped the last of her drink.
"What do you dig the most? What turns you on? That's important for the story I'm going to do."
"I don't see how my likes or dislikes are very important. My husband is the one who ..."
"Don't worry about him. I'll be seeing him in jail, and if he can give me some solid data on Gantner, I'll have the old boy's books examined by an expert."
"That sounds good," Fay said, beginning to feel the effects of the liquor. "But I ought to warn you about getting in to see Joe."
"What's the problem?" Liz's deep-red lips kissed the rim of her glass.
"When I went to see Joe this morning, I was subjected to all sorts of abuse before they-the sheriff's deputies, I mean-would let me in."
"Go on."
Fay averted her eyes shamefully. The Scotch was making her feel loose. "Well ... they made me strip. And not just in front of a matron, either. There were two male deputies in the room."
"No shit?" Liz asked, her eyes sparkling.
Fay decided to ignore the vulgarism as she continued, her cheeks quite pink, "I had to take off everything ... right down to my stockings and garter belt ... and that woman deputy did things to me while the men watched. It was supposed to be a search, to make sure I wasn't smuggling a weapon to Joe, they said."
"What, uh, things did they do?" Liz asked, and downed the remainder of her Scotch.
"I really hate to talk about it," Fay said,-her eyes rolling. She wriggled her warming bottom against the couch. "But I suppose you ought to know. Well ... the matron put Vaseline on her finger and stuck it ... oh, all the way up my vagina ... and then, as if that wasn't enough, she stuck her finger up my ... ass."
"You poor girl!" Liz exclaimed, and her sympathy seemed sincere.
"That isn't all!" Fay said, responding to the warmth she was feeling from the other woman. She had to unburden herself completely. "When I got home, there was a punk-a dirty, long-haired kid-hiding here in my bedroom. He'd been looking for the money my husband was supposed to have stolen, and I surprised him. Well, he jumped me and ... ooh, Liz, he raped me!"
"The son of a bitch!" Liz exclaimed, and quickly moved to the couch, cuddling Fay in her arms.
"The worst of it was ..." Fay said, sniffling, "I think I enjoyed it! I mean, I came and everything ... while that, that hippie was screwing me! And before that, I got awfully excited while the female deputy had her finger inside me! Ooooh, Liz, am I queer or perverted? You know about things like that, don't you?"
"I certainly do!" Liz said, patting the distraught, cuddly blonde.
"Well? Am I normal ... or what?"
"You're normal, believe me!" Liz said, stroking Fay's thigh. "You merely responded to the tactile stimulation those people gave you." Liz was gradually pushing Fay's skirt up. "Your erogenous zones don't know whether they're being touched by a male or a female. And as for being raped-well, honey, that's one of the greatest turn-ons in the world!"
"Really?" Fay asked, drying her eyes. She was so interested in what Liz was saying, and in the sympathy that the woman lavished upon her, that she didn't realize Liz had pushed her skirt all the way up to her lap.
"What bothers you the most, I'll bet, is the way you responded to the matron-right? When she touched you about here?" Liz placed her hand on Fay's panty-clad crotch.
A searing shock went through the confused wife, and she stared at her white panties, where Liz's red-tipped fingers were stroking up and down.
"NO!" Fay said, and tried to push Liz away. "Don't DOOOOOO that!"
The other woman was determined and would not allow her hand to be dislodged from Fay's warm crotch. "You're responding to me right now, aren't you?" Liz asked, still rubbing.
"YES! Oooh my God, Liz ...!" Fay writhed desperately.
"It's normal, honey-wonderfully normal! Believe me, I know! Why, I'm that way myself. Just let a woman touch me on the pussy, and it's fun city!"
She urged Fay onto her back on the sofa.
"Pleeeeeease ... noooooooh ... oh, we mustn't ...!" Fay said.
"There's nothing to worry about," Liz soothed, gently moving Fay's bare legs apart. "The fact that you responded to the rape proves that. You're not gay or anything. You're just a warm-blooded woman who perhaps has been sexually deprived."
Liz gazed at the creamy-smooth inner surfaces of Fay's tilted thighs which were splayed widely. The shapely columns tapered to sensuous fullness where they were encircled by the elastics of her plain white briefs.
Liz began gently stroking Fay's satiny inner thighs, which caused the reclining woman to writhe. Her narrow panty-crotch pulled this way and that, the sleek nylon puckering, and curly blonde hairs appeared along the panty's edges.
"Here ... why don't you let me slip your panties off?" Liz suggested, her hands crawling up to Fay's hips.
"Ooooooh, that's nasty!" Fay exclaimed, but she was getting wildly excited.
"Nothing's nasty that gives us pleasure and doesn't hurt anyone," Liz said, pulling the other woman's pants down. "Anything I do for you, I'll let you do for me ... if you wish."
Fay felt tremendously loose and wicked as she lay on the sofa and let Liz look at her naked crotch. The other's reassuring words hadn't convinced her they were doing the right thing-but Liz's touch felt wonderful, and Fay was confused. The liquor hadn't helped.
Liz gently stretched the hair-adorned, soft lips of Fay's pussy wide apart and gazed at the succulent, moist pinkness of her cuntal crevice. Her little vaginal mouth seemed to pulsate. Her clit was up, pushing out its encircling whorls of rosy, velvet flesh.
Liz bowed her brunette head, the beggar beads around her neck clacking softly ... and the next thing Fay knew, she felt her exposed, throbbing cunt being licked!
"Oooooooh ... my goodness ...!" she pantingly exclaimed, and writhed against the tantalizing tongue that was giving her forbidden pleasure.
Joe had never licked her between the legs. No one had. She found, to her amazement, that it was one of the most delectable sensations in the world-perhaps the most.
Throwing all propriety to the winds, she bumped against the woman whose tongue was working in and out of all her wiggly pussy folds. She writhed, smearing her gushing cunt juice all over Liz's face as the latter plunged her tongue more deeply into Fay's tasty twat ... fucking the throbbing center of her sexuality with the wicked oral organ.
Fay twisted Liz's head while the latter licked her sizzling pussy with delirious effect. Liz's tongue stroked up and down her tangy, moist cuntal lips, caressing the sensitive labia more thrillingly than they ever had been caressed before. Liz's warm breath added to the excitement. When she began licking the hottest spot of Fay's passion-the very tip of her stiffly throbbing little clit-Fay went wild. She bumped her hips with such uncontrollable lust that Liz's tongue kept skidding off-target. But the exquisite lovemaker returned each time to the center of Fay's desire, circling her fiery nubbin, fluttering against it, and finally working the surrounding folds of flesh completely back to let Liz's lips seize her wildly throbbing clit-tip and suck.
"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!" Fay fairly howled, her lips slamming spastically as Liz kept hold of her little flesh-fang ... sucking and licking ... whipping it with her devilish tongue.
Fay came gloriously, a white-hot flare seeming to spread through all the nerves and fiber of her body. She throbbed and bumped, moaning, until every ounce of her nervous energy was spent. Then she collapsed on the couch, her hands gliding away from Liz's sleek head. Her legs, which Fay unconsciously had looked over the other woman's back, also skidded away.
Liz sat up, smiling. "You know something, precious?" she purred. "You've got too many clothes on ... and so have I."
She stood and began unbuttoning the top of her pants-suit.
"No!" Fay said, still bleary-eyed, though she was gradually returning to reality. "We can't do any more! Pleeeeeeeease!"
"Hush," Liz urged. "Just stay there."
The brunette shed the top of her suit, revealing titties that stuck out arrogantly, though they were small. Liz's beige nipples were like pencil erasers set in the center of crinkly, small disks.
Fay watched with curious fascination as the other woman stepped out of her long pants. All she wore for underwear were the skimpiest of black briefs, which quickly came off. The raven hair on her mons and along her slit was closely trimmed, which made her cuntal crack startlingly evident and accessible.
"Now it's your turn to get beautifully naked," she smiled at Fay, and bent to unfasten the top of the latter's dress. Liz's little breasts hung quivering near Fay's face.
God, what am I letting myself in for now? Fay wondered.
She could have got up and ran. However, curiosity kept her where she was-that and the lingering warmth of the climax she'd just enjoyed. Whether or not it was wrong to play sexually with another woman, her body hadn't thought so.
Liz pulled Fay's dress off, leaving her in just a white bra. This quickly was removed, as well, and her sumptuous breasts tumbled into Liz's hands.
"Oooooh, my dear ...!" the latter purred. "What big, luscious tits!"
Liz rolled the rubbery globes, squeezing gently. She plucked at Fay's stiffening nipples.
Fay shut her eyes and tilted her head back. Liz's every touch seemed better than a man's, she admitted with shame. The other woman knew just how to stroke and squeeze and twiddle to produce the optimum effect upon Fay's responsive nerve ends.
The bewildered woman felt herself being urged back to a reclining position and Liz straddled her, face-to-face. Titty-to-titty was more like it, because Liz held Fay's large breasts in her hands and rubbed them against her own dangling little knockers. Nipple stroked nipple, creating an odd stimulation.
Fay was startled when Liz crept forward and dropped a rigid brown nipple between her lips.
"Suck it, darling," Liz said.
A breast in her mouth? What did Fay want with that? But she sucked Liz's firm nipple experimentally, wagging her tongue across the rigid tip. There was something strangely pleasurable about it, Fay discovered, and she let her mouth take in more of the other woman's titty until her lips were heatedly clasping and skidding against the firm, slippery breast while Liz's nipple throbbed atop her lapping tongue.
Liz pulled that breast from Fay's mouth with a pop, and fed her a dry tit. Fay sucked that one, her brain beginning to do lazy cartwheels. Her loins, which had been licked and sucked to throbbing satisfaction just a few minutes before, were heating up again.
Is there no limit to my depravity? She thought in dismay.
Liz drew back and licked Fay's luscious pink breast-tips as she squeezed both breasts, forcing the nipples high. She seized one between her soft lips and sucked it while circling her tongue around the straining bud. She pulled that breast from her mouth and shoved the other in.
Fay's titties throbbed from the luscious mouth-loving the other woman lavished on them. By the time Liz was through with this phase of the Lesbian lovemaking, Fay was ready for more intense stimulation.
Still, she was startled when Liz turned around and straddled her face.
"Wait a minute!" Fay cried, breathing hard. She pushed against Liz's firm, compact buttocks. "I don't want to do thaaaaaaat!"
"Yes you do ... darling ..." Liz murmured. "Give it a try."
She bent into Fay's sweetly fragrant crotch and resumed licking her there, while Liz's fingers curled around her soft assflesh, squeezing and wiggling the sumptuous half-globes. Liz lowered her crotch until it was poised just an inch above Fay's face.
What was she to do-just stare at Liz's pussy, when she was so very, very excited, and Liz was fanning her flames with a fluttering tongue?
Groaning in abject surrender, she clutched the other woman's hips and brought them down. Liz's cunt smacked soggily against her mouth. Fay licked the softly slitted flesh, her senses reeling. She discovered, to her surprise, that Liz's pussy didn't have a bad taste at all. There was a subtle tang to it that titillated Fay's taste buds, and its scent was musky-sweet.
Liz licked Fay's cunt with increased intensity, working heatedly in and out of all its soft, fleshy folds ... plastering Fay's pussyfluff against her larger, gaping labia ... even stroking shockingly into Fay's asscrack to tongue-tickle her tingling anus. Liz's beads dragged against her crotch and the former's earrings stimulated the sensitive inner slopes of her thighs.
Fay had to dig into Liz's pussy, picking up richer flavor and greater slickness as her tongue stroked the liver-like labia. She found the tip of Liz's clitty and licked it, causing the other woman to thrust her tongue into Fay's throbbing cunt-hole. It was just like being fucked Fay discovered, though the penetrations were shallow and wiggly instead of long and stiff.
Liz reamed her cuntal mouth thoroughly while Fay seized the other woman's throbbing clit-head between her lips and sucked. They writhed and trembled together, clutching each other's asses. Fay's nose touched the other woman's dainty asshole as Liz writhed deep in her crotch. Their tongues fluttered wildly in each other's honey-pots. Their merged passion built until they both quivered breathlessly at the brink of release.
It happened for each of them at the same time, organic waves rolling from their licked cunts to their fevered brains and back, sending tingles all the way to their curled-up toes. They heaved together, fingers clutching soft assflesh as they writhed, rubbing sopped pussies against each other's mouths. Tongues slurped. Lips sucked. Throats greedily gulped down gushing honey.
When it was all over and Liz had dismounted, Fay feared she had behaved horridly. But she couldn't be angry with herself-and certainly not with Liz-because she physically felt too good.
She just lay back and tried to sort everything out in her mind, which proved to be a hopeless task, as she hazily watched Liz get dressed.
Finally Fay got up, found her panties and bra and put them on. Her dress followed, and she at least gave the appearance of respectability once more, though her hair was mussed and she wore a confused and vulnerable expression.
Liz was a perfect picture of composure after dressing, quickly combing her straight hair, and restoring her lipstick before the living room mirror.
"All right!" she said, sitting down opposite Fay. "Back to business! If I'm going to get the goods on Harry Gantner, I'll have to see your husband first. As for your part of the story-the human interest angle-I believe I have that."
"Wh-what do you mean?" Fay asked. "Surely you're not going to write about what just happened."
"Don't be silly!" Liz said. "It's just that I've gotten to know you, dear. You're sweet and trusting ... and very warm."
"Well, I ..." Fay averted her gaze.
"Now, I may need some help from you after I've heard what your husband has to say. How are your relations with Gantner?"
"What? I don't have any!"
"Well, you know him, don't you?" Liz asked.
"We've met. But I certainly haven't seen him lately."
"Why don't you drop around and pay him a visit-at his office, of course. Sort of feel him out and see what his attitude is."
"Liz, that's crazy! He framed my husband because Joe was about to destroy him. What could we possibly have to say to each other?"
"You might be surprised," Liz replied, her eyes twinkling. "You're an attractive woman ... and I understand that Harry dips the wick occasionally away from home. At least, that's his reputation. He knows you're without a man right now, and your hubby can't bother him from jail."
"Liz, are you suggesting that I should ... offer myself to Harry Gantner?" Fay was shocked.
"I'm suggesting that you should get the lay of the land, that's all. We reporters are trained to dig for the facts. Anyone can profit from the same approach."
"B-but ..."
Liz leaned forward and touched Fay's hand. "Look ... you've got to use everything at your disposal to help your husband, right? That includes all your physical goodies if need be. Baby, those tits of yours ought to turn Harry on-to say nothing of your beautiful, soft, hot ass!"
Fay was flabbergasted. She said, blushing, "I couldn't stand to have him touch me!"
"Even to help your husband get free?"
"But I don't see how ..."
"Persuasion!" Liz said. "Physical persuasion. Who knows, if you're hot enough with old Harry he might agree to drop the charges against your Joe- or come up with some new evidence that would get him off the hook. And you, at the same time, might be able to help me get the evidence I need to expose the old fart."
"Liz! I can't do anything like that."
The reporter sighed and stood up. "Well, at least think it over. I'll be getting back to you. In the meantime, keep smiling!"
Practicing her own advice, Liz left the house. Fay shut the door and leaned against it, her soft, springy buttocks compressing.
Seduce Harry Gantner? The idea was preposterous! What had made Liz come up with such a notion, Fay wondered.
CHAPTER FOUR
She had worked her way down the list she had made the night before, getting brusque and sometimes hateful turndowns from each employer. None would consider hiring the wife of the man who had robbed Harry Gantner.
She had one final prospect, and if she didn't land a job with him, she didn't know what she would do. That was how she happened to find herself seated in a cluttered little office at the rear of the Happy Times club, being ogled by Nick Spiros while he champed on the soggy, cold stump of a cigar.
"Mrs. Preston, huh? Guess your hubby's that one they just arrested."
"Yes," she admitted. "Does that make any difference to you?"
"Shit, no. Harry Gantner don't do his drinking here, and he has no say so about who does. Course, I guess he could get the sheriffs boys to lean on me-but I'm on pretty good terms with them. They like their fun, too."
"That depends." Nick shifted his cigar from one side of his mouth to the other. "You got legs?"
"Well, of course I have legs."
"I mean, pretty ones. And do you mind showing 'em?"
"I'm just applying for a job as a waitress, Mr. Spiros."
"I know that. But my waitresses wear short skirts-or ain't you ever noticed?"
"I uh, don't come in here very often."
"I'll bet not." Nick motioned with a stubby finger. "Stand up."
Fay stood, feeling uncomfortable. The squat, greasy man had snapping black eyes that seemed to look right through her-or at least through her clothes. He also had a mass of curly dark hair. He was perhaps forty years old.
"Lift your skirt," he told Fay.
Embarrassed, she pinched the garment at both sides and glided it hissingly up her nylon-sheathed legs until the hem was just high enough to show her stocking welts and the clips of her garters.
"Shit!" Nick said irritably. "That don't tell me nothing!"
"Mr. Spiros, would you mind not saying that?"
"What?" he asked.
"Shit," Fay said, and blushed.
"Look, girly ... if a four-letter word is gonna shock you, maybe we'd better knock this off right now. I mean, my customers are earthy guys-and so are most of the babes who work here."
"All right ... all right," Fay said, momentarily shutting her eyes. "I'm sorry I objected."
"So pull your skirt up some more-right up to your panties, if you wear any."
This is hopeless! Fay thought, and she was prompted to walk out. But she needed a job desperately and didn't know where else to turn.
She raised her skirt higher, showing her bare thighs above the tops of her stockings. "Pretty nice," Nick said, chewing on his cigar.
Fay let her skirt drop back over her thighs with relief.
"You got good boobs, near as I can tell. But brassieres sometimes play tricks." Nick's eyes glinted. "Take off your blouse."
"Now, see here, Mr. Spiros!" Fay said, her cheeks flaming.
"Baby, I didn't invite you in. You want a job, or don't you?"
"What do my breasts have to do with getting a job as a waitress?"
"The outfit you'll be wearing not only has a short skirt," Nick explained with impatience, "but it's cut low on top, too. And my girls don't wear no bras. The customers like to see their titties jiggle."
Fay shut her eyes once again, and her pink lips parted. She felt her cheeks burning.
"Well, I ain't got all day," Nick prompted.
Numbly Fay unfastened her blouse and shrugged out of it. Her breast flesh quivered above her bra cups.
"That too," Nick said, wagging his finger.
"Why didn't you just tell me to strip naked?" Fay demanded hotly.
"Your pussy's the one thing you don't have to show on the job ... unless you want to. But I gotta see your tits."
Angrily Fay reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and pulled it away. Her breasts bobbed springily.
"Heyyyyy, they're all right!" Nick said, obviously heating up. "Okay-you got the job ... if ..."
"Yes?" Fay asked, flush-faced, as she crossed her arms over her bosom.
Nick stood and walked around his desk to stand directly in front of her. He picked the soggy cigar from his mouth and dropped it into an ashtray with several other stubs. He grinned.
"You're a mighty good-looking babe," he said, "and I've got a policy about the women I like: I don't hire 'em unless they're willing to put out."
"P-put out?"
"Yeah. Fuck. You've heard that word, ain't you?"
Fay's cheeks turned an even deeper red. "Are you telling me that I have to ..."
"The job pays one-fifty a week," Nick cut in, "plus tips. And the tips are damned good. You oughta clear yourself a grand a month, easy. In return for that, I expect a few little favors ... starting right now."
Fay had never been propositioned so callously before. She wanted to spit in the face of the filthy man and storm out of his office. But she was really up against it, and it had become clear to her that no one else in town would hire her.
She shamefully averted her eyes as a wild throbbing started in her lower body. "M-Mr. Spiros ..."
"Will you or won't you?" he asked.
She hesitated, and the silence seemed to last for two minutes, though it was only ten seconds long.
"All right," she heard herself murmur, realizing she had sunk to a new low.
"Great!" Nick growled. "Now just put your arms down."
Fay shamefully uncovered her breasts, which quivered as her arms left them. Her nipples were already stiff.
Nick surrounded her left breast with his short, grubby fingers. He squeezed the resilient, rounded flesh, and pointed her pink nipple toward his mouth. He bent and sucked her titty.
Fay shut her eyes and shivered. That shook her wobbly titflesh in Nick's mouth, which seemed to fire him all the more. He clamped on her breast as if it were a cigar, bruising her sensitive nipple. His free hand palmed her right breast, rolling it. He switched his mouth to that one.
Fay bit her lip and stared at the wall, which was adorned with half-nude girly pictures, tacked up helter-skelter. Throbs spread from her boob which the coarse man was sucking.
He raised his head. "Okay, you can start by giving me a blow job."
"What?" Fay didn't understand.
"A blow job! F'Christ's sake, don't you know what that means?"
"N-no."
"It means taking my cock in your mouth," Nick said.
Fay's knees wobbled. She felt faint. "I ... I can't do that, Mr. Spiros. I really c-can't!"
"Why not? Afraid of getting germs?" Nick's eyes and tone mocked her.
"No, I just ..." Fay's eyes rolled. "I just never did anything like that before ..."
Liar! an inner voice said. You kissed Liz's pussy. What's the difference-a pussy or a cock? But Liz was clean, and this man ...
"You never blowed your husband, huh?" Nick chided. "But I'll bet he ate your sweet little pussy. I just love you goody-goody wives! No wonder most married men play around. We cater to a lot of 'em." The reference was unclear.
"Please leave my marriage out of this!" Fay said, trying not to show anger. "If ... if you want to f-fuck me, you can."
"Okay, we'll fuck," Nick said, somewhat disgusted. "You can use your hand to get me up. But I'm gonna want the other after you've been workin' here awhile. You better be thinking about it."
Fay was grateful that he wasn't insisting on the other right away because, if he had, she was afraid she would have done it.
"Uuh ... m-my hand, you said?" she asked tremulously.
"Yeah." Nick quickly unfastened his baggy pants and pushed them down, together with his shorts.
Fay was surprised by the size of the cock that hung beneath his protruding belly. He was a short man overall, but his penis certainly wasn't. It was thick, also, and it had an outer skin that came down to its tip.
She reached and brought her hand up underneath his warm, soft penis, lifting it.
"Well, get going!" he snapped. "Play with it a little."
Fay shook his wiggly organ between her thumb and fingers. She tentatively moved the foreskin against the inner body of his member. She had trouble seeing what she was doing, because she had to stand too close and his belly was in the way.
"Kneel down!" he said.
"No, I ... I ..."
Fay sank hopelessly to her knees. She could smell his cock from that position. It had a stronger muskiness than Liz's dainty cunt. As Fay rolled the man's rubbery foreskin up and down on his meaty, soft prick, a greater gust of aroma reached her flaring nostrils. It made her head light.
She stared at Nick's cock as she pushed his swarthy foreskin all the way back off of his purplish bulb, then stroked the bulb with the tips of her fingers while she held his supple, thick stem between the fingers and thumb of her other hand.
He groaned responsively and began to exhibit another response as well: His shaft stiffened between Fay's fingers while his knob fattened. His great prick rose to point directly at her face.
What a piece of meat! she thought. That's really going to stretch me!
Despite herself, she was becoming excited. But she couldn't ignore the humiliation of her situation, and she had a less-than-warm feeling for the man who had forced the indignity upon her.
She squeezed his stiffened prick, marveling at its thickness and the warmth that pulsated through it. Heavy blue veins extended along the throbbing organ. The slit at its tip gaped, and a drop of clear fluid oozed out to cling there.
"Get up," Nick said.
Fay stood unsteadily. She looked at the worn, sagging sofa at the side of the room and the question crossed her mind as- to how many girls Nick had fucked there. There was about to be one more, she realized with resignation, and walked to it. Her full breasts jiggled.
She dropped her skirt, exposing her bottom in clingy yellow briefs. The nylon was stretched tautly across her plump buttocks, the crack between them hazily showing through. The lower elastics of her panties had ridden up slightly on the mounds, letting a portion of each lower curve escape. Her thighs were enticing between the edges of her panties and the gartered tops of her hose.
Nick held his pants and shorts at half-mast as he paraded his stiff prick across the room. His hand stroked Fay's panty-clad bottom, enjoying the springy softness of her asscheeks as the thin nylon glided against them.
Fay was about to get down on the sofa when the man surprised her by dropping to his knees. He grasped her by the hips and pulled her backward until half of her nylon-sheathed bottom pressed his cheek. He nipped at the portion of her buttock that had escaped from a panty elastic, causing Fay to yelp.
He slapped her across the ass, making her buttocks jiggle in her panties.
"OOOOWWWWW!" she complained.
"You got a hell of a rear, baby!" Nick growled. "Fact is, you're well-built all the way around."
He pushed her forward and she plunged onto the sofa, landing on her knees. Nick was up behind her, and he pressed against the middle of her back, which mashed her bare breasts against the dusty, worn sofa cushions.
He peeled the panties off her rear while she smoldered in humiliation. With her ass sticking up in the air, and him right behind her, she didn't have a secret in the world.
"Stay just like that," he said as he worked the panties out from under her knees. He dropped the silky undergarments on the dirty floor.
"Now!" he said, moving up to Fay, his prick pointing.
Her humiliation deepened when she realized that he was going to enter her from behind, as if she were a bitch in heat and he was a mongrel hound. The analogy was not far from wrong, she shamefully thought.
Nick clutched his turgid member and smeared it up and down the gash of pink, wiggly flesh that gleamed in Fay's fringe of light-brown, wispy hairs. He didn't push for immediate entry, but toyed with her, dragging his cockhead up between her satiny buttocks. When his wet prick smeared across her anus, she felt a twinge of apprehension.
Surely he wouldn't try to ...?
Fay dared not complete the thought. Then her anxiety eased as Nick's bulbous flesh which was poking against her upraised bottom, skidded lower once more. He wiggled his knob between her cuntal folds, which had taken on a good deal of moisture.
He pushed, and Fay caught her breath as his thick cockhead spread her cunt's mouth wider than it had been stretched before. He twisted, pushing into her.
"Ooooooh God, you're huutmuuuge!" she said shudderingly as his prick expanded her pussy.
"And you're tight!" he puffed. "Baby, don't you ever screw?"
"Don't talk," she murmured in shame as she felt him gradually take possession of her. Finally he was sticking into her to the full length of his bull-like cock, her vaginal membranes clutching him heatedly.
He grunted and wiggled his big prick inside her.
"Ooooooooooh ..." she whimpered, because it felt as if she were being stirred by a monstrous log.
Nick's front ground against her soft bottom. His wiry bush tickled her cuntlips. She felt his cock throb in her vaginal clutches.
He partially withdrew, rippling her pussy, then reversed directions and drove fully into her again. He withdrew and pushed in a third time. Each motion was separate and distinct; he hadn't established any rhythm, but seemed to want to savor every penetration for itself. He was breathing hard as he clutched her soft hips, his fingertips touching the straps of her garters. His thumbs pressed her springy buttocks.
Fay could feel his horny coronal ridge most intensely as he stroked. She could feel the veins along his prick, as well. She moaned, heating up despite her wish to remain unresponsive.
Finally he established a slow, steady rhythm, socking his cock into her cunt as he slapped her buttocks with the lower portion of his belly. The sounds added to the eroticism of the gliding, pussy-spearing thrusts. Nick's balls swung against her clit.
"Ooooooooooooh!" she said, and began wiggling her upthrust ass.
Nick's cock came bulling in, stuffing her with his turgid meat. She writhed, rubbing her titties against the coarse fabric of the couch. She got hot, because Nick was too much man to treat indifferently.
The wet warmth of her pussy welcomed his deep-probing thrusts, swirling around him in velvet waves. He groaned and fucked harder into her. His lightning bolts jarred her body from ass to shoulders, forcing her breasts deeper into the sofa. Her cheek was pressed against the cushion as well, her blonde hair tumbling across it.
Nick stroked his hamlike hands up and down her thighs, across the tops of her stockings and along her garters as he gave her thrust after thrust of his thick, hard cock. The waves rolling up and down her pussy came faster and faster.
"Uuuuh ... ooooooooh ... GOD!" she said, and gritted her teeth to keep them from rattling against each other as the man rammed her.
His prick was like a tree-trunk driving up and down inside her pussy, stretching her delicate membranes with every plunge. Because she was so slick inside, there was no abrasion-just luscious, sensual bursts of warmth that built, crashing into her consciousness.
He was driving her to a climax, whether she liked it or not-and finally she had to have it. She wiggled her ass wildly as she pushed her encompassing cunt to the hairy base of his rod.
"Ooooooh, spear me ... FUCK MEEEEEEE ... KEEP DRIVING YOUR BIG PRICK INNNN!" she wantonly cried.
The couch shook beneath them as he pumped his meaty, hard column into her pussy at rapid speed. A fine spray fanned out with each thrust, and their organs made a slippery, socking sound.
"OOOOH ... OOOH ... OOOOH!" Fay panted.
Her brain swirled. The whole world was composed of PRICK-big, hard, pussy-stretching prick that plunged into her thrilled fuckhole faster and faster ... shaking her ... rocking her ... making her wild with lust.
She bucked and heaved against the lusty man, her cunt gobbling up his every thrust. She quivered. She writhed.
She came with an explosive burst in the pit of her belly, and she bumped spastically, bawling. The man continued to fuck her. Her brain reeled helplessly, and she clawed for yet another climax. Bumping wildly, she caught it, and there was a second explosive burst.
Nick growled and kept pumping into her upturned cunt.
"NOOOOOOOH!" she howled. "NO MORE! I CAN'T TAAAAAAKE IT! AAAHHHRGH!"
Strangely she panted and shook as she reached her third orgasm, then gratefully felt Nick's cock explode wetly inside her. He hosed her with spurt after spurt of thick, gushing cream.
"You got the job!" he said raspingly as he fell forward onto her back.
CHAPTER FIVE
She pranced through the Happy Times club in a skirt that quit high on her thighs, a blouse that was cut so low and fitted so loosely that her tits could be seen bouncing about, and silky white briefs that clung to her ass cheeks. The latter were shown to the customers each time she bent over a table. The prancing was made necessary by the high heels which completed her ensemble and the fact that she had to keep moving to get the job done.
The Happy Times was a popular spot, frequented in large numbers by field hands, town idlers, and others with a few bucks in their pocket, time on their hands, and no taste for refinement. The place was rough and ready as were most of the girls who worked there.
Fay was out of place, and she felt this every minute. But she needed the job. She derived an odd, tingly thrill as she moved among the coarse drunks in her skimpy costume, getting lewd propositions and lascivious feels, hearing the words fuck and shit so frequently that they seemed to ring in her ears all the time. Despite the titillation, she was offended by it all and told herself that she would keep the job only until she could find something else.
It was like being next to naked in a Main Street crowd as she carried drinks to the booths and tables, brushing against men as she was forced to edge between them, feeling hands paw her panty-clad rear, having her breasts swipe across burly chests and nearly pop out of her deeply slitted satiny blouse. Men liked to pay for their drinks by tucking bills between her titties while they tested the soft, springy flesh with their fingers. It was common practice, as she leaned over a table, to have one guy breathing into her gaping blouse while another reached under fringe of a skirt to pinch a plump buttocks-cheek that bulged against the elastic of her panties.
By the end of the first night, Fay was flushed and bushed and dismayed by all she had gone through. Besides that, her feet hurt.
After she had served her last customer, she dropped onto a chair and was mildly shocked when her thin panties smacked against the cold vinyl seat. It was the first time she had sat down in her abbreviated costume, not counting a couple of pee trips to the potty.
"Oooh, it was ... rough."
"You bet your sweet ass!" the waitress named Shirley said. "But, damn it, the tips are good. How'd you do?"
Fay felt into the side pocket of her skirt and pulled out a wad of bills, along with some change. She had turned most of her dimes and quarters into currency as she went along so that the weight of the coins wouldn't pull her skirt down, and she discovered that she had collected almost thirty dollars, which was plus wages. That did make it worth-while, she decided.
"You know, the real money around here is in turning tricks, but I can't hack that," Shirley said. "My old man would sure as shit find out, and he'd beat my ass."
"T-turning tricks?" Fay asked, a bit wide-eyed.
"Yeah. You know what that means, don't you?" Shirley chomped her gum as she regarded Fay through jaded eyes.
"Well, I'm not sure."
Shirley laughed and got up. "Ask Nick. He'll fill you in."
"Ask me what?" the swarthy manager wanted to know as he approached the table.
"The new girl wants you to tell her about turning tricks," Shirley said with a wise grin and left, swinging her hips.
Nick sank onto the chair that Shirley's bottom had warmed. "So you're ambitious, huh?" he asked Fay, and bit his soggy cigar.
"Well, I need to make as much money as I can, what with my husband's legal costs and my one living expenses ... but I don't understand about tricks."
"Want to learn?"
"I suppose."
"Come on," Nick said, grabbing her hand. "I've got a guy in my office right now who'd love to teach you."
He led Fay across the club which a short time ago had been bustling but now was deserted, except for a waitress or two who hadn't yet gone home and the bartender, putting his booze away. Nick opened the door of his cramped, messy office, and shoved Fay ahead of him.
"Here's the girl you want!" he announced to a man in casual but expensive clothes, who sat on the sofa.
He stood, smiling at Fay. He didn't look as if he belonged in the trashy club. Not only did he have the appearance of money, but of some refinement, also. Perhaps thirty-five years old and trimly built, he wore polished glasses with gleaming metal frames and had short brown hair, which was neatly in place.
"Fay, this is Al. He's a good friend of the club," Nick said. "Fay here's a new chick. She just started tonight."
Fay caught the wink which passed from Nick to the well-groomed customer as he added, "Be real nice to her, will you?"
"That would be my great pleasure." Al reached and took Fay's hand.
"Hello," was all she could say as she stared at him.
She knew something was going on, but she hadn't grasped what it was, perhaps because she was tired or just overwhelmed by the chaotic impressions of a long, raucous evening.
"Take her upstairs," Nick said matter-of-factly as he walked behind his desk.
"Come on, Fay," the handsome man said warmly, and guided her from the room.
There was a staircase next to Nick's office which, strangely enough, she hadn't noticed before. Al let her precede him as they climbed it, and she knew he was watching her soft bottom wiggle in her silken briefs.
There were several doors along the upstairs hallway, and Al directed her to one that was ajar. She opened it and entered the room.
She stopped and staring at the neatly made bed which was the room's principal fixture.
Al shut the door and stood in front of it, watching her.
"What is this?" she demanded.
"It's a place where we can lie down," Al said simply.
"Ooh, no!"
Fay tried to edge past the man and get out of the room, but he continued to block the door, smiling.
"Don't be afraid of me," he said. "I only want to be nice to you." He slipped a wallet from the inside pocket of his jacket and removed a bill. "Here."
Fay saw that it was a hundred dollar note that he held out.
"For goodness sake!" she exclaimed.
"What's the matter?" Al seemed faintly amused.
"Why, that's ... a hundred! Would you give me that?"
"All you have to do it take it," he said, continuing to hold it out. "And what would I have to do in return?"
"Nothing, if you don't want to."
"Oh, come on now!"
"I mean it," Al said. "You don't have to do a thing. I just want to adore you."
"What do you mean by that?" Fay asked, amazed and curious.
"I want to take your clothes off," Al said softly, his voice husking a bit. "And I want to touch and kiss you-but not on the lips, if you don't want me to. You needn't do anything to me."
"B-but you'll want to ..."
"No. I won't penetrate you in any way, unless you want it."
"And you'll give me the hundred dollars?"
"Here."
Fay bit her lip. The proposition seemed unreal- and not bad, considering everything else that had happened to her lately. But by accepting the money, would she become a prostitute?
Not if the man didn't fuck her, she decided.
She reached out and took the bill. She stared at it for a moment, as if she still couldn't believe it was a whole hundred dollars, then folded it and stuck it into her skirt pocket.
"Just lie back on the bed and relax," Al said, "while I take my clothes off."
"But ..."
"Don't worry. I meant what I said. I positively won't penetrate you unless you want me to."
It was the craziest thing Fay had ever heard of, but she did as the man had directed. She was careful, as she lay down, to keep her skirt in place and to hold her flimsy blouse over her bobbly breasts.
Al watched her, a faint smile clinging to his lips, as he removed his jacket, shoes, trousers and shirt. He had a good chest, with a fair amount of hair on it, and a straight middle. Continuing to watch Fay, he took his shorts down, revealing a handsome cock and balls-not the largest she had seen, but not puny, either. He was built very much like her husband.
He approached the bed and removed his glasses, which he placed on the night stand. He knelt on the bed next to Fay.
Her heartbeat accelerated, due to apprehension, she supposed. She didn't desire the man, she assured herself. She was curious as to what he intended to do, still scarcely believing he had meant it when he said he wouldn't screw her. On the other hand, if she had thought he wasn't sincere, she wouldn't have lain down with him.
His hands cupped her breasts through her satiny, loose-fitting blouse, and he shook her titties gently. He smiled. Fay just gazed up at him.
He lifted an edge of her blouse away, exposing a pink, jutting nipple.
"Beautiful!" he said.
He bent his head and licked the thrusting tip of her breast. Fay stirred as his damp tongue flapped across her sensitive breast-bud. He caught the firm, rubbery nubbin between his lips and sucked.
Fay's eyes were attracted to his loins, and she watched his cock stiffen and rise. It was quite long and thick and had a handsome, purplish-pink head that swelled until it resembled a ripe plum. His balls hung low, with wispy hairs curling around them.
Fay felt her throat tighten and her breath come faster. She stared at the man's erection while he licked and sucked her titties in turn, tucking one back into her blouse before he took out the other through her deeply cut, floppy neckline. She lifted a hand to reach for his prick, then held back. What did she want to touch it for?
Al straightened up, while continuing to kneel beside her, and his hard-on soared more impressively out and upward, quivering in turgid fullness. Its head was very rosy by that time, colored by the warm blood that gorged its tissues.
He drew Fay to a sitting position, unfastened her blouse at the back and lifted it off, mussing her hair a bit. Because of its casually waved style, her hair still looked good and was even more sexy when it was disarrayed.
Al let her lie back, and her titties wobbled in firm fullness, her nipples rigidly protruding. He gently rolled her onto her stomach.
She watched him over her shoulder, because she was still apprehensive, as he lifted her short skirt and looked at her beautifully contoured bottom which was cuddled in white silky pants. He stroked her asscheeks through the fine nylon, and Fay noted that his upthrust prick twitched.
Suddenly he raised his hand above her bottom and brought it down, slapping the seat of her panties ... hard. The blow stung, causing Fay to gasp, and her buttocks wobbled erotically in her clingy briefs.
"That hurt!" she said petulantly.
"Then let me kiss it and make it well," Al husked, and hooked a finger around the slender elastic at the top of her panties. He stretched the elastic out and downward, causing her briefs to skid, denuding her lovely ass.
With her panties forming a silken rope around the tops of her thighs, the man bent to her bottom and began licking the rounded, quivery cheeks that still burned from the slap he had given them. His damp tongue soothed the hurt and gave Fay an odd mixture of sensations:
First, she was embarrassed to have someone licking her behind, his tongue slithering wetly over both buttocks and across her tingly crack, which his nose also brushed. But she couldn't help being excited by the unconventional oral caress. She had a naughty urge to raise her ass and let her buttocks split apart, but she resisted that.
Al's hands framed her luscious asscheeks, his fingers extending up their flanks while his thumbs nestled in the curved creases beneath them. He gently shook her half-moons, watching them wobble tensely. He bent once more and placed his tongue directly against her rear cleft as his nose pressed shallowly into the crevice. To Fay's dismay, he swiped his wet tongue right up the crack of her ass, burrowing between her satiny butt-cheeks.
"OOOH!" she exclaimed as his tongue stroked her tingling asshole.
That's such a filthy thing to do! she thought. But what a thrill! Her nerves were jumping.
Her face was flushed, her ash-blonde hair lying in graceful waves against her cheeks when Al rolled her onto her back once more. He gazed at the matching, sparse hair on her mons and along the top of her cuntal cleft. Only the top of her split was visible, because she held her thighs together. Her panties were still wound about them.
Al solved that problem by gliding her clingy briefs down and off. Fay let him spread her legs apart, folding her knees. She blushed stronger as he gazed at her unfurled pussy, lined by light-brown silken wisps. Her body throbbed more hotly.
She bit her lip when Al bent his head into her crotch.
"Aaaaahhhhhhng!" he breathed pleasurably and licked her hot, tasty cunt.
"Ooooooh!" Fay exclaimed. She bit her lip harder, almost drawing blood.
Al's tongue knew just what to do as it nudged the moist labia of her pussy apart and tickled the tip of her tingling clit. He circled the fiery, firm nubbin. His tongue worked down one set of cuntal folds and up the other, then shallowly parted her pussy-petals again and licked along her short trough until he touched the pulsating mouth of her love-canal.
"Noooooh!" she breathed. "Oooh, God ... doooon't!"
But if ever a girl had said "no" and meant "yes," this was the time, and Al knew it. He licked deftly around her throbbing cunt mouth, feeling her elastic entrance muscles dilate and contract. He touched his tongue to the center of her sexual entrance and fluttered his meaty organ against her honey-coated gate.
"OOOOH!" she bawled, and her hips slammed upward of their own accord. Her cunt literally gulped at his tongue, snatching it and, by a rippling motion, sucked it into her hot, throbbing hole.
Al flutteringly tongue-fucked her as he tasted the delicious flavor of her young, sweet twat. His lips contracted around the soft, smooth flanges of her pussy, and he slurped up her oozing nectar.
Fay was kicking her legs in the air and moaning, her hips bucking, as the man kept his sucking mouth fastened to her aching cunt, his tongue fluttering inside it. Her tits bobbed up and down. Her excitement swelled, filling her brain with wanton fever.
Al raised his head and crawled forward astride her. All she could see was his big, juicy prick that stuck out and upward above her.
"Ooooooh!" she moaned, and grasped it. The shaft was thrillingly hard, and it throbbed with the heat of his lust.
The head of his cock looked to Fay like the most desirable object in creation-big and plump, wetly gleaming. It gave off a fresh, musky aroma.
She rolled her eyes and raised her head off the pillow. Al helped, cradling her blonde head in his hands. She tilted his thrusting pecker toward her face.
She shut her eyes, and her senses reeled helplessly. She didn't want to do this, she assured herself-so why were her lips parting, her tongue coming out? A wanton giddiness seized her and she licked the wet, blunt snout of the man's sexual organ.
Oooh, that TASTE! she thought. The SMELL of him! The pulsating power in his cock!
"Aaawwwwwhh!" she groaned deliriously as she licked the man's quivering prickhead with ardent zest, taking up his slippery honey and letting it roll along her lapping, rosy tongue. She gulped it down, causing her brain to swirl even more giddily.
She seized the man's bulging, smooth glans in her mouth and ravenously sucked.
"Ghaaawwwh ... ghaaawwwh ... ahhhnnng ..." she moaned against the juicy, bulbous man-meat, champing and gulping. Al's cock plugged her mouth as her lips were stretched wide around his thick, hard shaft.
Her lips crawled fishlike along the column, which her saliva lubricated as she went. Al's cock-head skidded farther back on her tongue. Her throat opened, receiving no signal to gag, and his knob popped into the warmly clasping channel as her lips gobbled suckingly at the base of his shaft.
"My God!" he exclaimed, panting, for only an accomplished fellatrice was supposed to be able to accommodate a man like that, and he would have bet that this pretty blonde had never sucked cock before.
It had to mean she had a natural talent and desire for it, he concluded. She had to love eating prick better than anything else in the world!
Al stroked his log-like, warmly pulsating organ in and out through the sucking pink circle of her lips as she lunged at it, taking it repeatedly into her flaring, grasping throat. Her eyes were open, and she was rolling them wildly. She was coming, one burst after the other, while her body whipped between the man's legs and she sucked his cock voraciously, his big balls swinging against her chin.
He didn't have the heart to pull his prick from her mouth before she was through with it, nor did he want to. He kept stroking it between her hotly clasping lips and along her restless tongue, all the way into the fist-like grip of her throat, as frenzied pulsations traveled through his blue-veined shaft, ballooning his glans. His balls churned ecstatically. Suddenly they spat.
"AAAAARRRRRPvGH!" he rasped as his deeply-sunk phallus jerked between Fay's sucking lips. His cockhead thrashed in her throat. A veritable torrent of thick, gooey cream splashed into her gullet and washed down as she gulped, her throat muscles rippling wildly around his dick.
She came as never before in her life, topping a firecracker string of climaxes. She sank warmly and satedly into a swoon, her head dropping back to the pillow as half a foot of springy prick whipped from her mouth to wave up and down, trailing a white strand of semen from her lolling lips.
"GOD!" Al exclaimed, and stared down at her. "Are you ... all right?"
Fay's eyelids fluttered. She gazed up at him with warmth and utter satisfaction.
She cleared her throat and swallowed. Her throat was a bit sore, but obviously it wasn't damaged-because she eagerly had taken his prick within it and had wanted him to climax there.
She said a bit huskily, "I feel wonderful!"
And she did-physically and mentally. A person eventually reached a point where the mind resolved itself to the reality of life, and Fay had just achieved that.
Al climbed off of her, but still looked at her with a kind of awe. "I wish I could give you more than that hundred," he blurted, "but I didn't bring any more with me. I want to see you again!"
"Yes," was all Fay said.
Uttered calmly, after the storm of passion had subsided, the simple word spoke volumes.
CHAPTER SIX
The ringing of the doorbell roused Fay from a tangled dream, and she sat up with a start, her bare tits bobbing.
She hadn't bothered to put on a nightgown when she had prepared for bed early that morning, because she had been very tired and sleepy. She had left on her panties, however, and she slid across the bed on them to stand up.
The doorbell drilled once more into her woozy brain as she pressed a hand against her forehead and tried to collect herself. The clock on her night-stand registered 8:30, which meant she had gotten about four hours' sleep. Tired as she had been, and still was, she needed at least four more.
She snatched up her robe and wrapped it around her. She pushed at her hair as she walked through the small house to the front door, her breasts joggling inside the robe. The sliding fabric stiffened her nipples.
She opened the door. "Liz!"
"Hi, honey!" The news woman was chipper, as usual. "You sleep late, don't you?"
"Not usually," Fay said, letting her caller in. "But I worked late last night."
"Doing what?"
"On my new job at the Happy Times club. I'm a waitress."
"At that sleazy dive? Shit, I dropped in there for a drink on my first day in town, and changed my order from Scotch to bottled beer. From the looks of that place, I doubt if they even wash their glasses."
"Oh, it's not that bad. Can I get you some coffee or something?"
"No, thinks. I can only stay a minute. I just wanted to find out if you'd called on Gantner yet."
"Liz, I told you I wasn't going to do that!" Fay said a bit angrily.
"But don't you see that's the only way to work this thing out? I talked to your husband and to his lawyer. He's on a spot, baby. I mean, Gantner produced some evidence that could send him up for ten years!"
"Do you really think it's that bad?" Fay asked, alarmed.
"Sit down."
Fay was so preoccupied with what the other woman had said that, as she sat, she allowed her robe to split apart, all the way to her lap. Liz's eyes were drawn to her panty crotch.
The newspaperwoman, in slacks and top as usual, squirmed on her chair.
"I thought the only evidence against Joe was that he was working late at the company on the night the safe was robbed," Fay said. "And, of course, he knew the combination."
"There's more," Liz replied, her gaze boring hotly between the other woman'd thighs. "You realize, I suppose, that the sheriff searched your house after Joe was arrested."
"Yes," Fay said. "But I wasn't here. I'd gone down to the jail."
"Well, they found a metal box here which Gantner identified as the one that had contained the money-and Joe's fingerprints were all over it. I'm surprised he didn't tell you."
"He didn't want to worry me any more than I already was, I suppose," Fay said miserably.
"Also," Liz went on, continuing to stare at Fay's creamy thighs, "Gantner's got a witness who saw your hubby carrying the box out of the company's office at 2:30 a.m."
"Ooh, Liz!"
"So you see why it's so damned important that you get together with Gantner? Look, baby-you're something special. Take it from a girl who knows. If anybody can turn Gantner's head, I'm sure you can. And he has it within his power to negate that evidence. He could discover he made a mistake about the box ... and the witness is a guy who works for him."
"I'm going to see Joe this morning," Fay said. "Maybe I should talk with him about it."
"Are you crazy? Tell Joe that you're thinking about laying Gantner?"
"Not in so many words, of course."
"In no words!" Liz said firmly. "I'll see your husband today and tell him you couldn't make it because you're looking for work. I don't think he ought to know you've got a job at that crappy club."
Fay leaped angrily to her feet, her breasts jouncing so wildly that they caused the top of her robe to part. Liz gazed at the inner sides of the roundly thrusting mounds.
"You act as if you're trying to take over my life!" Fay accused.
Liz's dark eyes widened. "I'm just trying to be helpful. Good Lord, if someone ever needed a hand, it's you. Of course, if you don't think so ..."
"No, Liz ... I'm sorry," Fay said remorsefully, and bent to embrace the other woman, who had remained seated.
Fay's robe widened more, and her tits hung in creamy fullness, quivering before the Lesbian's eyes.
"Uuh, why don't you hurry and take your shower, or whatever you have to do, and I'll put some coffee on," Liz offered. "I imagine you need it."
"But you said you had to rush."
"So my other business can wait. I like you, Fay. And, as I said, I want to help."
She patted Fay on her springy bottom as the other turned to leave the room.
She patted my ass just like a man, Fay thought, walking to the bathroom. She IS queer. I don't think I want her around here.
But Fay didn't feel as if she could go back and order her out. Liz was trying to help, after all.
The sleepy blonde shrugged off her robe, then stripped down her briefs. Nude, she stepped to the John and sat on it. After peeing and flushing the toilet, she adjusted the shower and stepped under. The splashing water stimulated her, revitalizing her nerves and senses.
She soaped her bulging, firm breasts, rolling the lathered beauties about, then shook them underneath the shower's spray. She stepped back to carefully soap her ass and pussy. After working the later between her cuntal lips and sticking her finger up her hole, she bent this way and that, under the shower, and washed all the soap away.
She felt refreshed by the time she stepped out of the stall.
"Here," Liz said, handing her a mug of steaming coffee. "I found some instant, so I used that. I hope you don't mind."
"Liz, you shouldn't just walk right into someone's bathroom, for God's sake!" Fay complained righteously.
"Well, I thought you'd want the coffee as soon as possible." The other woman gave a warm smile. "Anyway ... we're a little more than casual acquaintances, wouldn't you say?"
She reached out and tweaked Fay's titty.
The latter gasped and nearly dropped her coffee mug.
"Oh, I'm not going to start anything this morning, if that's what you're worried about," Liz said. "Neither of us has the time."
She followed Fay into the bedroom as the blonde carried her coffee in one hand and a towel in the other. Fay took a few sips, trying to be oblivious to Liz's warm appraisal of her nudity, then set down the coffee and dried herself off, while Liz continued to watch from a chair.
"Put on something sexy," the brunette advised. "Do you have stockings and a garter belt?"
"I always wear them," Liz responded.
"Wonderful! Gantner's an older guy, and I'll bet he digs that look."
"He's not going to see my garters, Liz! How many times do I have to tell you?"
The brunette leaned forward on her chair, "Listen, baby-you're going to Gantner if I have to drive you to his office myself. This trouble your husband is in is a personal thing between Gantner and him. Only Gantner can help him, and you're the only one who can bring that old bastard around!"
"How can you be so sure he'll go for me?" Fay asked in exasperation.
"Look in the mirror."
Fay glanced, then stared at her reflected naked image. Finally she shut her eyes.
"All right, I'll see him," she murmured.
"Mrs. Preston!"
The man was white haired and stout, but his overweight suggested wealth and power rather than slobbishness. Such was the value of an expensive tailor. Gantner had a firm, determined mouth despite the flab on his jowls. His mouth scarcely quirked while his eyes smiled brightly and confidently.
"Won't you be seated, please?" he said, directing Fay to the chair beside his broad, neat desk.
"Thank you, Mr. Gantner," she murmured and sat, crossing her legs. She had chosen dusky nylons, attached to black garters, and her skirt was short enough to reveal a sliver of pale skin above the stocking on her elevated thigh.
Gantner squirmed in his swivel chair, gazing avidly at her beautiful legs. "Call me Harry," he said. "And I hope I may call you Fay."
She blinked. "I didn't realize you knew my first name."
"Oh, of course. Joe has mentioned you many times. And you'll recall that we met once. You formed an indelible impression on me."
"Well, thank you. About Joe ..."
"Yes." Gantner looked down at his desk and shook his head sadly. "That was one of the most painful things I ever had to do, turning your husband in. If he had asked me for a loan, I would have handed him a few thousand. But to clean out my safe ..."
Fay's anger welled up, and she couldn't keep from saying, "Bull shit!"
"What?" Gantner stared at her.
"Bull shit!" Fay repeated. "My husband didn't steal a dime from you, and you know it."
"There is evidence, I'm afraid," Gantner said a bit coolly. "Very strong evidence."
"I know all about that, and it's why I'm here," Fay replied, jacking up her courage. "I want to ... make a deal with you-that is, if you're interested."
"I most certainly am," Gantner said, gazing steadily at her.
"I will ... uuh ... do anything you ask ..." She averted her eyes. "... if you'll withdraw the evidence against my husband."
"Anything?" he asked pointedly.
"That's what I said." Fay continued to look down.
"Well, well." Gantner studied the pretty woman who sat before him, his eyes licking at the strip of bare thigh she displayed above her stocking top. "A blank check on such an account represents quite an inducement."
"Don't make me feel cheap and shoddy by having to wait for your answer," Fay said, resenting him intensely.
"Oh, I shan't make you wait. It's a deal, of course. Stand up and take your dress off."
Fay swallowed hard. She'd wanted a deal, and there it was. But the brusque change in Gantner's attitude pointed up the sordidness of it. However, if it would get Joe off, it was more than worthwhile.
She stood a bit nervously and unfastened the back of her dress. She slowly raised the garment, exposing her sleek dark stockings, and the contrasting paleness of her bare thighs. Her panties were a lacy black cobweb that let her blonde pussy hairs show through. Her tits were naked, and they bobbed in mouth-watering fullness as she took her dress off.
Gantner took a deep breath, his eyes glinting. "You are a gorgeous creature, my dear-much too good for Joe Preston."
"Please. Wh-what do you want me to do?" Fay asked submissively.
"Walk around in front of my desk."
Fay walked, aware that her breasts were jiggling up and down. Her bottom was just as enticing as it wiggled in her lacy pants.
"Stand there," Gantner said, and his fingers crept under the rim of his desk, where he touched a concealed button.
Fay waited. "Well? Aren't you going to do anything?"
"You're waiting for me to get up and throw you on my leather couch and fuck you, I suppose," Gantner said in a sudden burst of earthiness. "Well, the prospect is tempting, but I'm afraid that's not on the agenda for today."
"I ... I don't understand."
"You will, momentarily."
A moment was all that passed before the door opened, and a husky man walked in. He obviously was a workman-out of Gantner's factory behind the office, Fay assumed-because he wore a T-shirt and blue jeans. His biceps bulged, as did his pectorals beneath the thin top garment. There was another telltale bulge at his loins, advertising his well-endowed maleness.
Fay quickly crossed her arms over her tits and demanded of Gantner, "What's he doing here?"
"He will help me collect on our bargain," the businessman told Fay. "You will submit to him while I watch."
"B-but surely ..."
"At my age, watching is sometimes preferable to doing," Gantner said. "Anyway, Fay, why should you care? A prick is a prick."
She shut her eyes shamefully. She supposed Gantner was right.
"Go ahead, Otto-have your way with her," the boss told his employee.
Fay stared at the brute of a man, whose light hair was close-cropped and who grinned at her lustfully.
"Well?" she snapped, planting her hands on her hips so hard that her titties jiggled.
"Get down, baby," Otto said.
"Ooh, now ..."
"Down!"
Otto lunged, grasping her by the shoulders, and literally forced her to her knees. She stared at the front of his Levi pants.
"Unzip me!" he ordered in his deep voice.
With a trembling hand, Fay unzipped his jeans. He didn't have to tell her to reach in and take out his cock.
The eight-inch, semi-erect organ curved forward from his fly like a length of salami, the bare head purplish, veins standing out along the thick stem. It was as big as any cock Fay had seen.
She wrapped her hand apprehensively around the tensing shaft and wagged his prick to and fro. The head swelled as the shaft stiffened up. Fay became afraid that she wouldn't be able to get the huge bulb into her mouth.
"Hurry up!" Otto growled. "Give me some head!"
Thank goodness she'd had some experience at oral lovemaking, Fay thought, remembering her thrilling session with Al the night before. But this would be different. Otto was a brute, and Gantner-the man she most hated in the world-was watching. It could only be a fiendish ordeal.
Nevertheless, Fay leaned forward, and she opened her mouth wide. She glided her soft pink lips over the bulbous head of Otto's thrusting prick and felt utterly stuffed by it as she locked her lips behind the ridge. She salivated quickly, her spittle washing the man's cockhead and showering its flavor on her tongue. She was forced to swallow, champing on his spongy-firm glans.
"Aaarrgh!" Otto rasped, and grasped a handful of Fay's hair.
"No!" Gantner exclaimed. "No force!"
Fay was grateful for that, at least, as Otto took his thick hand away. She pumped her mouth experimentally on his long, thick cock, finding that she couldn't accommodate all of it, even taking the head partially into her throat. This was no ordinary man she was sucking-he was a monster.
She stroked her clasping, slippery lips forward and back, gargling on Otto's big bone. His shaft seemed to get even stiffer and thicker, stretching her lips more. His glans bulged, pressing the roof of her mouth and her throat.
Fay's eyes watered. She shut them. Revulsion was the only response she felt as she sucked the workman's thrusting prick with slowly gliding strokes of her O-shaped lips, which left little bubbles of saliva along his stalk before her lips slid back over them.
She didn't hear the door open nor see a man enter the room, carrying a Polaroid camera. She had her eyes closed, and all of her attention was monopolized by the big prick that was sticking into her mouth.
When a flash went off, however, it flared through her eyelids, and she twisted her head in that direction.
"Keep sucking, my dear," Gantner said, fondling himself underneath his desk. "I collect erotic photographs."
Fay hated him all the more, and she was scared by the thought that he'd taken a picture of her kneeling in front of Otto, wearing just her hose and panties, while she sucked his prick. But it was too late to do anything about that. Though red faced and chagrined, Fay kept sucking the man's bonelike cock, her swooping breasts quivering as she moved her blonde head forward and back. Her bare thighs were succulent above her snugly gartered stockings as she kneeled in supplication before the factory worker.
"That's enough of that," Gantner said. "Now the other."
Otto stepped back, withdrawing his stiff prick from Fay's mouth with a Pop! She gazed bleary-eyed at his immense organ as it waggled, upthrust and gleaming with her spit. It was a fearsome thing, and she supposed that Gantner now expected her to take it into her body.
Anything for Joe, she thought, and stood.
"The couch?" she asked tremulously.
"Naw!" Otto said. "Right here."
He gave her a quick twist about, her tits swinging, then pushed her forward across the low back of an upholstered chair. Her face smacked ignominiously against the chair-seat, her blonde hair tumbling.
"Aaawwww please, not that way!" she begged in humiliation, not caring for the up-ended pose.
She assumed Otto was going to do her doggy-style, as Nick had, but if she'd known what the brutish workman really intended, she would have been frozen by stark dread.
Paying no attention to her plea for considerate treatment, Otto grasped a handful of her flimsy pants and pulled them down. He shredded them between his hands and tossed them away.
He stuck his thumbs between the plump ass-cheeks of the beautiful blonde and stretched the rubbery rondures wide apart.
"Aaaaawwwwwwww ...!"
She whined again, more intensely humiliated when she realized he was staring at her anus.
She clenched her rear gate tightly and waited for him to drive his knob-ended cock into her pussy, hoping against hope that it wouldn't hurt too much. When the end of his spit-slickened dick slammed soggily against her asshole, she gasped.
Otto grinningly pushed at her terror-clenched tiny puckers.
"NOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "PLEEEEEEASE! OOOH GOD, YOU CAAAAAAAAAAN'T!"
"Go ahead, Otto," she heard Gantner say. "This room is soundproofed."
CHAPTER SEVEN
Cruelly bent over the back of the chair, Fay futilely waved her arms and kicked her shapely legs, which were sheathed in dusky nylons and taut black garter straps. As she writhed desperately, her naked hips bobbed up and down atop the chair, her jellied buttocks vibrating.
Nothing did the slightest good. The huge man named Otto continued holding her down with one hand while the other gripped his eight-inch cock, keeping its saliva-coated head firmly nestled between her buttocks.
"OOOOOOH, MY GODDD!" Fay cried in terror. "I CAN'T TAAAAKE IT THAT WAY! YOU'LL KILLLL ME! YOU'LL SPLIT ME IN TWOOOOO!"
Harry Gantner watched from behind his broad desk, his eyes bright, his lips set in a cruel, thin line. Beneath the desk, he was playing with himself through his finely tailored trousers.
The young man holding the camera fidgeted, because he had a hard-on and there was nothing he could do about it. He simply had to stand where he was and hold his fucking camera, aimed at Otto and the beautiful, upended blonde. The cameraman had firm instructions not to include Otto's face in the pictures, nor any feature of Gantner's office which might be identified. Through the open side of the chair, it would be easy to catch the woman's facial features in the same frame with her upturned ass and Otto's big prick, getting ready to drive right up her bunghole-if the son of a bitch ever got that monster in there. The cameraman, Sid, had his doubts.
Otto had no doubt. He had screwed virginal assholes before. The one which his prick was touching must be virginal, he concluded from the way the chick was bawling and kicking. It felt tiny and hot and firmly clenched as he applied a bit of pressure.
"Hurry up!" Gantner ordered. "Get your pole into her! I want to see her writhing on it!"
Otto snorted, wondering how many tight, cherry assholes that old fart had fucked. Not many, if any at all, he judged. And probably not for a long time, because it took a stiff, steely prick to pry a tight asshole open, when it was being clenched like this babe was clenching hers. But Otto would get into it, he vowed.
Holding his cock against Fay's writhing ass, he pushed harder.
Oh, he's really going to DO it! she realized in dismal dread. He's going to stick his horse's cock up my rear, and there's nothing I can do to stop him!
Sickening resignation seeped through her, along with the burning hurt of the pressure he applied against her nether ring. Though she realized there was no hope, her anal muscles remained defensively clenched, her body refusing to admit the unnatural penetration.
Otto grunted and ground his cock relentlessly, putting all the power of his hips behind the brutal thrust.
"AAAAAWWWWWWWW!" Fay bawled as she felt her anal puckers painfully yield.
They spread just a tiny bit at first, so that Otto could get only the tip of his dick inside her star-shaped little depression. But as with the camel's nose entering the tent, the rest of the monster was not to be denied entrance.
Otto kept pushing.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" Fay howled, kicking her stocking-clad legs.
In a millimeter farther went Otto's cruel cock, spreading her radiating puckers more. The burning was intense. The pressure on the woman's anus was fiercely insistent.
Her circular muscle yielded more ... then more yet. Her rosy anus was slowly opening like a flower.
"AAAARRRRGH!" Otto rasped, grinding forward with everything he had.
The burning hurt turned Fay's brain light, and she was overcome by utter hopelessness, as her brave little asshole finally gave up the fight and spread suddenly to its maximum dilation. That was just enough to permit Otto's hideously thick glans to pop tightly through the elastic ring, lodging in Fay's previously unfucked rectum. The passing of his horny ridge was the most hurtful part, causing her to yelp. Then the pain lessened a little, though her anal mouth remained awesomely stretched around the man's log-like shaft.
"Oooh, God ... Jesus ... pleeease!" Fay panted, with her cheek against the seat of the chair. Tears were streaming from her eyes.
Sid took a shot.
Grunting with a brutish pleasure as he felt his cock-knob throbbing in the woman's grabby rear, Otto resumed grinding forward and down, tunneling deeper into her abused rectum.
"AAAAAAWWWWWWW!" she bleated helplessly as the pressure of his sodomistic penetration deepened. It felt to her as if a telephone pole were being forced up her ass. She had never imagined anything so fiendishly awful.
Otto moved back a fraction of an inch, then forward again. He wiggled his stiff dick in the woman's forbidden orifice, forcing her sphincter to relax more and gradually accommodating her rectum to the rock-hard, thick presence it had never expected.
As the accommodation took place, Fay's hurt lessened. This merely gave room for abject humiliation to possess her mind. She was being degraded shamefully, and that produced a psychic pain which was almost as bad as the hurt had been.
Otto pushed deeper and deeper into the rubbery grip of her asshole until finally-almost unbelievably-he had sunk his entire monstrous cock into Fay's hot rectal passage. She knew this because she could feel the zippered edges of his fly scratching the insides of her buttocks.
"OOOOOOOOOOOH!" she moaned, grateful at least that he wouldn't be able to drive any deeper into her very private channel. She felt as if she had a yard of cock shoved up inside her, where no cock had ever gone before.
That was just the beginning. The real fucking hadn't even commenced.
Otto gripped Fay's smooth, rounded hips, his long fingers spanning her garter straps. He wiggled and pumped her defenseless rear forward and back as he began to stroke his amazingly long, thick shaft out and in through the circular, clasping gate of her rectum.
Sid took another shot.
Fay was oblivious to the flashes that were going off outside her, because more intense flashes were occurring within-white-hot bursts of pleasure-pain as the man pumped in and out of her ass. Yes, pleasure-because she couldn't feel his huge, throbbing shaft rub against the sensitive membrane of her widely stretched anus without experiencing a sensuous thrill, despite the hurtful pressure which still continued. Her brain swam.
"Spread her asscheeks open!" Gantner demanded from behind his desk. "Sid, get a close-up shot ... but make sure her face is in it!"
Gantner unzipped his trousers and pulled out his usually flaccid but now-stiffening cock. He rolled the rubbery foreskin up and down on his rising rod as he watched Otto pull Fay's buttocks wide apart. The brute's prick was all but submerged in her tightly clasping asshole, with only a stump of it visible. He pulled back, while holding her asscheeks open, and his rod drew glidingly from her anal ring, whose rosy edges turned outward. He stopped after withdrawing all of his cock except the head.
Sid obtained the right angle and took a picture, showing Otto's prick spearing down into Fay's defenseless asshole.
Groaning voluptuously, Otto glided his prick fully into her rectum once again, causing her anal lip to fold inward.
"Oooooooooh!" she whined, writhing.
The man let her butt cheeks snap back around his shaft and against his pants-front, then hunched rhythmically, but not too fast, fucking in and out of the tight, rubbery fist of her ass.
Fay's eyes rolled. Voluptuous waves, unwanted but irresistible, swept through her, scrambling her mind. Her bottom began to move atop the chair-back, first without her conscious awareness, then in response to a perverted passion that she couldn't deny.
Her buttocks quivered against the driving body that smacked them rhythmically. She rotated her ass and uttered a long, low moan.
"Get that, Sid!" Gantner barked, stroking his horny old cock in his fist, "get her face!"
Even after hearing his orders, Fay couldn't alter the wanton, sodomy-thrilled expression that widened her eyes and parted her pink lips as Otto continued pumping his turgid prick in and out of her upturned rear. Her asshole was beginning to love being buggered, and there were just no two ways about it!
Otto's bulb-ended shaft sent rippling waves up and down her rectum as his hardness stroked her widespread anal mouth. She jerked her bottom, and her buttocks quivered like molds of Jell-o. The man's prick pumped relentlessly up and down between those jiggly mounds, spearing deep into her heated bowels.
"Aaaawwwwww ... Yesssssss!"she hissed. That was her first vocal acceptance of what the brute was doing to her. Her squirming, jiggly ass gave even more compelling indications, and she began an internal clenching which caused Otto to gasp for breath and fuck harder into her shamefully abused rear end.
Her anus massaged his deeply impaling prick like a powerful, rubber-sheathed fist, all the fingers working.
"Uuuh ... oooooh ... Goddd!" she gasped, writhing. "FUCK it innnn-to me! YESSSSSSSS!"
Her head tossed above the seat of the chair as she gripped the chair's arms. Her blonde, wavy hair tumbled down over her cheeks. Her titties hung and quivered, her rosy nipples so stiff that they looked as if they might burst. She bucked her hot ass against the man's brutal spearing of her bunghole.
"Ride her, Otto!" Gantner rasped, and let out an obscene giggle. He was pulling at his old stiff cock, squeezing its head, jacking off with gusto beneath the hypocritically concealing cover of his desk.
Otto's lust-bloated balls bobbed out of his pants as he kept spearing his cock into the hotly grabbing asshole of the beautiful blonde. She gasped and squealed. Her mind was in a dizzying whirl.
She thrashed atop the chair in ass-fucked frenzy as she clawed for a release that seemed unattainable, because throughout the lurid episode her cunt hadn't even been touched-except by Otto's bouncing balls which finally slammed against her tingling labia.
Her hotly throbbing asshole was deeply thrilled by the man's buggering thrusts. The muscular channel writhed around his invading jabs, spastically clasping his bone-hard prick that pumped rapidly up and down, in and out of her exultant rear.
"Ooooh, I LOVE getting my ass fucked!" she bawled shamelessly. "It's just WW-DERFUL! Oooooh, SCREWWWW it, you big, horny ape! Drive your hot prick into my guts! OOOOOOOOOOOOH!"
She came-slammingly, gaspingly, bouncing up and down on the chair-back so that Otto's prick was painfully wrenched. The only made him fuck her hot, rippling asshole all the harder.
"AAAAHHHHRRRGH!" she gurgled, hoping that she could grasp another come.
Otto kept spearing her wild ass fiercely. His balls pulled up. His brain grew light, and his eyes rolled back in their sockets.
He slapped her butt cheeks noisily, shaking them against his driving rod that pumped deeply between them and into her roiling bowels.
"OOOOOOH, MY ASSHOLE LOVES YOUR COCK!" she cried, not caring what she said any more. "FUCK ME HAAAARDER! DRIVE YOUR BIG, FAT DICK ALL THE WAY UP MY REAR!"
Her frenzied, lascivious cries, as Otto pumped his wrist-thick rod in her spread, throbbing asshole, caused Gantner to shoot beneath his desk, his semen splattering onto the expensive carpet between his feet.
Sid squirmed, pulling at his pecker through his pants. Finally he couldn't restrain himself from unzipping his fly, hauling out his horny dick, and stroking it madly as he watched Otto bugger the beautiful blonde.
"UUUUUUH!" Otto grunted like a gorilla, and sank his bulb-ended fucker deep inside her ass to let it leap and spurt blissfully.
Fay got her second and even more shattering release as his hot, thick semen gushed into her bowels.
* * *
She left Gantner's office minutes later, walking on shaky legs, her mind still dizzily a swirl. But instead of lustful impulses pounding into her consciousness, Fay contended with thoughts of shame and fear.
She had been shown the automatically-printed color photos which Gantner's man had taken, and they were shockers-every one of them. Sid was a fiendish master of his art, having caught in each frame not only her bottom being speared by Otto's husky rod, but also her own frenzied expression, which said she loved it-no matter what she might say about being raped. And there was the shot of her sucking Otto's prick, which showed no hands upon her, no force being applied. On the contrary,
the picture portrayed a woman who loved to have her face thrust full of throbbing, iron-hard cock as she sucked the meaty marvel and drank down its dribbling juices.
Yes, she had loved it, all right.
And Gantner had the goods on her!
Before she'd left, he had spelled out his demand in no uncertain terms:
"Convince your husband to forget about his charges against me, and I'll see that he's set free. But if he ever tries to make trouble, I'll spread those cocksucking, ass fucked pictures of you all over town!"
Fay couldn't allow that to happen.
She realized something else, also, which added to her despair:
Liz and set her up for the blackmailing session in Gantner's office. The woman, who had seemed so sympathetic, was really working for Gantner-as just about everyone in town seemed to be-while pretending to be Fay's friend. She wasn't a reporter but just some chippy Gantner had hired to play the part.
Fay was desolate. Besides that, her ass still burned.
CHAPTER EIGHT
"So, how'd it go last night?" Nick asked as he moved up beside her and slipped his hand under her teasy little skirt. He rubbed the cheeks of her ass through her clinging, sleek panties.
Fay shrugged away from him. Not only was her backside still tender, but she resented the familiarity. Too many people had been taking liberties with her, and she'd had enough.
"I asked you a question!" Nick said, his dark eyes snapping as he snatched the half-chewed cigar from his mouth.
"Is it any of your business?" Fay retorted.
"You bet your sweet tits it is! You laid that customer in one of my rooms upstairs, and you got money for it-right?"
Fay's cheeks blazed. "What makes you think I laid him?"
"Because Al Forster don't fool around. He comes here for one thing and one thing only. That's cunt! And last night he got yours."
"No, he didn't," Fay said truthfully.
Nick blinked. "Are you denying you went upstairs with him?"
"Well ... no." She turned away. "But he didn't get my ... my ... cunt." A little thrill went through her as the vulgar word dropped from her lips.
"You mean, you turned Al down?" Nick whirled her to face him. "Look ... if you loused up my relations with one of my best customers ..."
"Oh, for God's sake!" Fay exploded. "I didn't make Al angry. We, uuh, had sex." Her eyes were averted once more. She hadn't yet gotten over her habit of blushing.
"Well, that's what I meant! How much did he pay you?"
Fay wanted to deny she had taken money from the man, but she feared Al would keep badgering her until she admitted the truth. Her nerves couldn't stand any more pounding.
"He gave me a hundred dollars," she said, looking down.
"Pretty good! Well ... gimme." Nick reached out, rubbing his fingers against his thumb. "What?"
"My split. It's fifty-fifty here."
"You mean, I have to give you half of that hundred?"
"Damned right! What'd you think, that you could peddle your ass in my place, use one of my bedrooms, and not divvy up? Shit, I knew you was dumb, but ..." He shook his head with disgust.
Fay was blushing furiously, because she really seemed like a whore. Still she held her head up. "Well, I don't have it. I mean, I didn't bring that much money with me."
"Oh, yeah?" A sly grin came over Nick's face. "Okay. So this time I'll let you keep the whole fee-since it was your first time and all-provided you give me what I wanted yesterday. Do you remember?"
Her eyes rolled. "Oooh, Nick ... please ... don't ask me to do that!"
"What are you saying-that Al Forster's good enough for you, but I ain't?"
"No, it's just that ..."
"Are you denying you gave him a blow job?"
"A b-blow job?" Fay echoed stupidly.
"Yeah. Don't tell me you don't know what that means! Shit, are you dumb! Did you give Al head? Did you go down on him? Did you suck his fuckin' dick?"
"Nick, please ... for God's sake ... keep your voice down ..." Fay said shamefully. The door of his office wasn't completely closed.
"What's the difference? The rest of the babes here do it. So did you go down on Forster or not?"
"Ooooh ..." Fay's cheeks burned, and her eyes swept the room. "Yes. Yes, I did."
"I thought so. Okay, gimme the same thing, and you can keep all the money this time. After this, we split."
Fay needed the fifty dollars in question, because she didn't know how long she could stand to keep her job in Al's club-not long at all, she feared, if he expected her to whore for him. There didn't seem anything to do but give in to his filthy demand.
She wanted to tell him what she thought of him for exploiting his girls. But there was no point in that.
"Shut the door," she said dismally.
"Hell, no!" he responded. "You gotta get over being so damned goody-goody. Nobody has no secrets from one another around here. Just get down!"
"Right on the dirty floor?"
"It wasn't too dirty for you to kneel on yesterday!"
The hell with it! Fay thought. What's the difference?
She knelt, and the man pointed to his pants, asking her to unzip him. She did so, feeling like the cheapest slut in the world. She brought out Nick's flaccid penis and stared at it as she held the warm, fleshy rope in her hand.
Sucking his cock was not going to be like sucking Al's, she thought. Al was a nice man. He'd been tender with her and considerate. Nick was a louse! Besides that, he was filthy. The scent of his cock made her wonder how long it had been since he had bathed.
"Well, hurry up!" he said. "I got a business to run."
Fay felt a thrumming commence inside her as she lifted his dick and looked at the ruffled edge of his foreskin which encircled the purple tip of his glans. She bent forward, trying not to breathe, and shut her eyes. Her rosy tongue came out.
"Yeeeaaaah, baby!" Nick husked as she began to lick the end of his peter.
Though she was trying not to breathe in his scent, the raunchy aroma of his penis nevertheless gusted up her nostrils, and her tongue reported a tart, salty taste. Her senses reeled.
"Push my hood back!" Nick ordered. "Chrissake, don't you know anything?"
Fay had to open her eyes. She pinched the man's flaccid penis and glided his foreskin up onto the stem. A greater gust of muskiness struck her as his moist, purple glans surged into the open, just inches from her face.
Feeling awfully ashamed, she stuck out her tongue again and fluttered it against the tip of his bobbling dick.
"Lick it all over, baby-up one side and down the other," Nick directed as he resumed champing on his cigar.
Fay circled his raunchy cockhead with her dainty tongue, stroking the smooth, purplish flesh. His glans swelled. Fay licked along the side of his penis, all the way to its base inside his fly. Then she held his dick up and waggled her tongue up its under surface.
The thrumming in her body increased and- damn it!-she felt moisture dribble from her sexual glands, onto the crotch of her panties.
She licked round and round Nick's cock, her tongue becoming more ardent, as the knob of his stiffening pecker rubbed her nose. She was able to let go of his shaft by that time, because his cock stuck out and slightly upward of its own accord.
She capped her mouth over the purple crown of his prick and glided the elastic circle of her pink lips across his ridge. She circled the thrusting knob of his cock with her wet tongue, until her mouth had worked so low on his shaft that she couldn't lift her tongue over his dick any more.
"Uuunnnh!" Nick groaned. "Baby, your mouth feels damned good!"
The compliment further shamed her-but, in a strange, perverted way, she took pride in it, also. Perhaps even being a good cocksucker was worthy of some credit!
She pumped her warm, wet mouth up and down on Nick's dong, and felt a happy shudder travel through him. Her own glands were salivating all the more-not only those in her mouth, which were bathing his cockhead in her viscous honey, but the ones in her cunt, as well. Her panty crotch was gradually becoming sopped!
She pumped her mouth faster on Nick's prick. His glans rubbed her lapping tongue and surged all the way to its back, into the clasping, cock-loving heat of her throat.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhh!" he rasped. "Shit! Goddamn, you're some prick-eater!"
Her brain was spinning. Nick's dirty words meant nothing to her any longer. Neither did the shame she had first felt. The only thing that mattered was the big, stiff dick that held her lips wide apart and rubbed them thrillingly while it filled her mouth with tasty man-meat which she wished she could swallow all the way. She swallowed it as far as she could, opening her throat gulpingly with each plunge of her head, while her lips gobbled nearly to the base of his pole.
She had her eyes open, and they crossed each time she drew her head back, watching what seemed like a yard of thick, rigid cock withdraw wetly from her mouth, only to be claimed again as she drove her head down. Her titties shook in her satin blouse, her nipples super-stiff against the fabric. As she pumped her head in the kneeling position, her very short skirt rhythmically flapped up, revealing the skimpy briefs that clung to her plumply rounded ass.
The door of the room was pushed open. "Nick, I have to talk t ... you ... about ..."
"Yeah, Shirley," he said. "Sit down. Fay'll be through in a minute."
Fay's cheeks were drenched by heat, and she shut her eyes. But she didn't stop sucking Nick's delicious, big prick, even though they were no longer alone, and the excitement in her body only seemed to increase because someone was watching.
"Good Gawd!" Shirley. Said. "For a girl who didn't know what it meant to turn a trick yesterday, she sure as hell learned fast!"
"You're telling me!" Nick panted. "She gives ... better head than ... you do, Shirl!"
"Ooooh, yeah?" The bleached blonde retorted, and dropped to her knees beside Fay. "We'll just see who can please your pecker the most!"
Shirley grasped his shaft on one of Fay's up-beats and wrenched his wand out of the latter's mouth.
"Heyyyy!" Fay exclaimed, because she hated to lose the tasty thing. The stropping of her lips with his hard column, and the surging of his bulbous glans along her tongue and into her throat, had nearly brought her to a climax.
It became Shirley's turn to adore his stuck-up, steamy cock as she steadied it with a hand around its base while her pink tongue fluttered down on one side of his quivering hard-on and up the other. She pursed her soft lips around just the tip of his pecker and sucked, while her eyes rolled to check Fay's reaction.
The other girl obviously was vexed. But what could she do? She couldn't clobber Shirley and forcibly take Nick's cock back.
She nuzzled in next to the other waitress and began licking along Nick's shaft. His thick outer skin didn't impart as much flavor as the delicious head of his dick. Fay needed more stimulation to maintain her high.
Reaching into Nick's pants, she shoe horned out his big balls, which had lots of black hair gushing around them. She commenced licking his damp, wobbly testicles and sniffing their sweaty scent.
That did it! Her sex-nerves were singing again.
She took a ball in her mouth and sucked on it while Shirley pumped her O-shaped lips on Nick's cock. But Shirley didn't take his prick all the way into her throat as Fay had done, and he lost patience.
"Let Fay finish me!" he husked. "You get down and give her a licking."
"Aaawww, Nick!"
Fay popped his ball out of her mouth. "Yes!" she heard herself say snappishly. "Give me some licking, Shirley! Right on my cunt!"
Ooooh, LISTEN to me! she thought. What a slut I am!
But, strangely, she no longer cared. All that mattered was the sensuous enjoyment she required-from Nick's big prick in her mouth, and the other woman licking her pussy.
Shirley, who needed her job as badly as Fay did, lay on her back and worked her head between Fay's knees. She stretched the crotch strip of the other girl's panties aside, and hunched up, sticking her tongue against the sizzling, wet lips of Fay's pussy. Shirley licked between the slippery, soft labia of the other girl, found the tip of her clit, and beat a saucy tongue-tattoo against it.
Fay went wild, driving her hot mouth up and down on Nick's vibrant cock. His glans plugged her tight throat as her lips and teeth hungrily stroked his shaft. Her tongue fluttered against him.
Fay had a hand free, and it seemed only right to reach back and hook Shirley's underpants away from her burning twat. Fay diddled the other girl's pussy, which fast became as wet as hers, while she rhythmically impaled her mouth and throat on Nick's blissfully throbbing rod. She felt his balls bouncing against her chin, and thrilled to Shirley's tongue which was flogging her stiffly extended clit.
The small room seemed to pulsate with the vibes of their m�nage a trios. It was a race to see which would pop first as Shirley wriggled her warm cunt around Fay's driving fingers and licked the latter's tangy, tingling girliecock while Fay mouthed Nick's big hard-on with fiendish zest. Her spit dribbled down his shaft as she briskly pumped her sucking lips on his stalk.
Her brain seemed to float like a feather while her body throbbed. She varied her action on Nick's cock by twisting her clasping mouth from side to side and champing, like a dog gnawing on a big bone.
Spurt!
Fay took the first blast of Nick's thick, musky semen onto her tongue, and it washed all over her taste buds, thrilling them. She drove her mouth lower on his quivering dick and took the second gush in her gullet, gulping it down. His third spurt struck her tongue, and some of the viscous fluid oozed out between his twitching shaft and her lips to dribble down her chin.
She sat firmly on Shirley's face, which forced her turgid clit into Shirley's mouth, and Fay came, showering cunt-syrup all over the other girl's lapping tongue.
Fay had the goodness, at the same time, to pinch Shirley's clit, which brought the bleached-blonde waitress off.
Nick stumbled backward, pulling his wet, floppy prick from Fay's face.
"Ooooh, my God!" he said. "That was the greatest!"
"Mmmmmmmmmm!" was all Fay could say as she licked his spilled cum off her lips and swallowed it. She wiped a finger across and sucked it clean, also.
She dismounted from Shirley who sat up groggily. "Wowwwww!" she breathed.
No one was in any mood to go to work.
The Happy Times club was filling up with customers, however, and they were eager for beer and tit. The girls went out to serve them while Nick returned to the dull work at his desk.
Fay didn't know quite how to correlate all that had happened to her in the last few days with her previous happy marriage to Joe. When he got out of jail-as he would soon, she hoped-what would their life be like?
It would be just fine, she decided. Joe had everything she wanted or could ever need. She simply would apply what she had learned to him and encourage him to reciprocate. Then she would be a respectable woman once more and still enjoy all the kinky little things she had learned from Al and Otto and Nick.
Respectability was out of the question that night, however, as she bustled about the raucous club and submitted to the pawing, pinching hands of the drunken customers. Al didn't appear, nor did anyone else who looked good to her, though she had many chances to go upstairs.
"What's the idea of turning that dude down?" Shirley asked critically after overhearing Fay refuse a proposition.
"I didn't like him."
"Well, la-dee-dah!" Shirley chirped. "We're here to make money and do business for the joint. Or am I wrong?"
"I was hired as a waitress," Fay stoutly maintained.
"Well, sure. Whoring's illegal, so Nick can't very well hang out a sign for prosties. But now that you're wised up, he's gonna expect you to turn your share of tricks. I've been upstairs twice already tonight," Shirley added proudly.
"Good for you!" Fay sniffed, and went to fetch some beers at the bar.
She still felt too good for what she was doing. And she wasn't about to roll into bed with any man who crooked his finger ... or stuck out his dick.
It was the policy of the Happy Times club to stage improvised entertainment, whenever the opportunity arose. The night before, a girl had gotten up from the audience to entertain-meaning to strip down to her bikini briefs and gyrate to juke box music while the men had clapped and whistled, ogling her jouncing tits.
Recalling this, it didn't come to Fay as too much of a shock when Nick tapped her on the arm at about midnight, as the hilarity in the club was at its height, and said, "How about putting on a little show for us, baby?"
The fact that it wasn't a surprise didn't keep her from refusing. "I'm no dancer," she said. "Besides, I don't strip in front of a crowd!"
"Go on," Nick urged. "It'll be fun ... and good for business, yours as well as mine."
"No," Fay adamantly maintained and went about her work.
That didn't stop Nick. He stepped up onto the stand and signaled for quiet.
"You've all noticed our new girl-pretty, sexy Fay!" he said. "Well, if you give her a big hand, I'll bet she'll get up and do a dance for you."
Nick pointed her out to the man who switched on the spotlights at the rear of the club, and its bright beam caught her in the center of the crowd, just as she was about to take an order.
The response of the audience was instantaneous and very loud. Their whistles, shouts, and frenzied clapping nearly raised the roof.
Damn Nick! Fay thought as she glanced nervously about. She shook her head as she blushed, and her breasts vibrated in her blouse, her stiff nipples imprinted on the satiny fabric.
The shouts and whistles continued. Some men rose to applaud.
Fay was trapped. The bedlam wouldn't cease, she knew, until she either stepped to the stand or ran from the club. And the latter would mean the loss of her job, she well knew.
Perhaps if I just dance a little ... she thought. I won't take anything off.
Embarrassed, she reluctantly walked to the stage ...
CHAPTER NINE
"Take it off, baby!" somebody shouted as Fay began to move with the music.
The rock number was fast, its rhythm jerky, and she had trouble coordinating her motions with it. But she tried, feeling foolish. The bright spotlight prevented her from picking out faces in the audience, which was fortunate or she would have been even more embarrassed than she was.
Damn Nick, she kept thinking, for putting me on the spot like this!
She shook her shoulders, causing her jutting, rounded breasts to shake in her satiny blouse. Their creamy inner slopes wobbled before the customers' avid eyes.
"Take it off!"
Fay tried to shut her ears to the lascivious demands. Nick didn't pay her to be a stripper. Anyway, she couldn't stand to undress in public.
Oh, no? an inner voice challenged. What about the other day at the jail, when you had to strip before those deputies and they did nasty things to you? What about the session in Gantner's office?
Fay's cheeks reddened more, and the pounding, clangy music was getting to her, making her feel loose. She turned and waggled her buttocks at the audience, her short skirt whipping up to expose her clingy white briefs.
The men stomped and whistled.
"More!" somebody shouted.
And, "Take off your blouse, honey!"
Fay turned to face the crowd. Perhaps she should slip her blouse off, she thought. That was what they expected, and it wasn't considered very wicked to dance topless. Even movie actresses bared their breasts.
While swaying to the music and jerking her hips a bit, she reached behind her and unfastened her blouse. She pulled the satiny garment up and off, letting her tits bounce bare. The response of the audience was deafening, and it warmed Fay. Though she should have known that the whistling, clapping men were motivated only by lust, she felt that they really liked her. She needed to be liked, after enduring all the torment and abuse which she recently had gone through.
She danced about-just walking to the music, really-and her tits jiggled in ripe, thrusting fullness. Her rosy nipples stuck out, slanted upward. She shook her shoulders, and let her boobs wobble to and fro.
The men responded even more noisily.
"Take it allllll off!" one of them shouted.
No! Fay thought. That I won't do! But maybe I should take off my little skirt. It doesn't hide anything, anyhow.
She turned away from the crowd and kept her hips moving to the music as she unfastened her skirt and let it drop. She stepped free.
She was left in only her bikini briefs which looked like conventional undies, white and silky, but they were opaque. She faced the audience and gyrated more freely than before. She even spread her thighs a bit. She moved her hands up and down her body, as she once had watched a stripper do, and it seemed only natural to cup her full, quivery breasts.
Wild yells arose. The stomping and clapping formed a steady, beating rhythm that grew louder and louder as the entire audience joined in. The bursts of sound crashed over the stage in lascivious waves, engulfing Fay in wanton heat.
"Go ahead, baby!" It was Nick's voice. "Take your panties off!"
She could scarcely believe he was asking her to do that. It would be indecent. They would get arrested! But Nick surely knew what he was doing, she thought. He ran the place.
"Take it off ... take it off!" the audience chanted to their clapping, stomping rhythm as the music clanged.
Fay shut her eyes as she writhed, bumping her hips recklessly. Her cheeks burned. Her lips parted. She seemed caught in a vortex that was swirling faster and faster, pulling her down.
As her responsive body throbbed with the music, and with the audience's appreciative sounds, it was as if she were under the influence of some drug. She couldn't stop her hands from gliding down her sides and catching the top elastic of her pants.
Oh God, LOOK at me! she thought as she stripped her briefs down and stepped from them.
Every eye in the audience was doing just that, and the men howled. Fay's pale, silken pussy hairs gleamed in the spotlight, forming a gossamer cloud that clung to her cuntal slit without obscuring it.
She danced about, feeling more loose and wicked than ever in her life. She would have been intensely ashamed, except that the audience was responding with such warmth that it reassured her. She let her titties jiggle and shake. Her buttocks did a quivery, wiggly dance all their own.
"Get down!" someone cried.
Another guy yelled, "On the floor!"
The music was continuous, one record coming on right after the other as Nick manned the controls. It gave Fay no time to think, no respite from the steady, pounding rhythm and the lustful responses of the crowd.
The sounds, and the feelings they conveyed, combined with the merciless glare of the spotlight to hypnotize Fay. She seemed robbed of an independent will. She had to respond to the crowd's obscene demands.
She sank to the floor. Amid whoops and cries of raw lust, she spread her shapely legs. The hair-adorned outer lips of her pussy parted, and the bright spotlight picked out the gleaming rivulets of passion-nectar that dribbled along her pink folds.
She writhed in response to the heat from the crowd ... and the conflagration it had sparked within her. Her tilted thighs swayed wantonly, her hips wiggling. Her pussy opened and closed, winking lasciviously at the audience.
Fay should have known what would happen next, given the spontaneous nature of the show, the uninhibited atmosphere that prevailed, and the drunken boisterousness of the crowd. But she hadn't thought about it. If she had thought at all, she wouldn't have put on the act or, at least, carried it so far.
When she saw the first man lunge onto the stage, she could only blink up at him. Stark reality was slow to dispel the trance-like state that the music, applause, and spotlight had created. But as the man pushed down his pants to reveal a bobbing, bulb-headed erection ... and was followed by another man and another, doing the same ... Fay sat up and screamed.
It was too late.
The first man dropped to a kneeling position between her thighs while the other lust-maddened studs knelt at opposite sides of her. One of those pawed her titties and the other bruised her mouth with his boozy lips while the first man drove his cock into her pussy.
Fay found herself unbelievably being fucked before the whooping crowd while two additional men leaned over her, holding her down, and no one came to her aid. The crowd-noise was deafening, the music played on, and the spotlight still gleamed.
The prick in Fay's cuntal cleft jabbed fiercely and would have hurt if she hadn't been so wet inside. The other men straightened on their knees, and their cocks projected rigidly toward her. She had to grasp them.
Her brain swirled helplessly as she stroked her curled fingers along both throbbing columns while the first column pumped deeply in her clasping, slippery cunt.
More men crowded the stage to stand around and watch. Some ripped open their pants and began to play with themselves lewdly. One of the men who knelt beside Fay leaned forward, offering his pecker to her mouth, and with a groan of humiliating surrender, she commenced to lick it.
The man fucking her moved faster. Her own wicked responses surged. Her mouth opened to warmly engulf the cock she had been licking, and she sucked on the juicy lollipop while she jacked off the man at her other side and got jazzed briskly between the legs. She kicked her feet in the air.
The man in her pussy shot off. He had no sooner pulled free before another took his place. The cock in her mouth was fucking her sweet face as she gulped. The third man ejaculated in her stroking hand, his sperm splattering over her breasts.
It was like an utterly wanton wet-dream come to life, with Fay on the receiving end of all the pent-up passion in the room.
She began to come.
She couldn't count how many times she climaxed, with pricks slashing into her sizzling, bumping cunt ... cocks showering semen over her ... one dick following another into her voracious mouth, spurting warm, thick jism down her gurgling throat.
She lost track of time and the individuality of the men who were in her and hovering next to her. Reality became a dream in which she thrashed and gyrated, taking and giving passion without restraint, wallowing in wanton lust.
When she heard a man shout at her, his words didn't register. A scuffle broke out. The rapacious men fell away from her, one by one, and she felt herself being scooped off the floor and carried from the stage.
She was out of the spotlight, swimming it seemed through a sea of darkness, her legs kicking, her head lolling as her wavy hair hung down.
Then she was outside. She felt the cool evening air. She was dumped into a car.
"Heyyyy!" she exclaimed, only then awakening from the sensuous nightmare.
A man slid into the car beside her and gunned the engine.
"Why did you let them do that?" Al demanded, glaring down at her. "You must have let them or they wouldn't have dared."
"I ... I was ... dancing," Fay said, sitting up.
She stared at the town lights streaming past, and realized that she was still naked. She covered her breasts with her hands.
"You're too good to be treated that way, damn it!" Al raged. "Nick Spiros ought to be strung up by his balls!"
"Oooooh!" Fay groaned, and shut her eyes shamefully. "Where are you taking me?"
"To my place," Al said. "But ..."
"You need somebody to look after you."
Fay couldn't argue with that.
* * *
Al lived in a large house on the edge of town, and it was dark when he and Fay arrived. He evidently lived alone.
He carried Fay to his front door and stood her up. She hugged herself, not because it was that chilly, but she had never stood outdoors in the nude before. Al unlocked the house and guided her inside, flipping on lights.
"Upstairs," he directed. "I want you to soak in a warm tub."
Fay didn't resist, walking upstairs ahead of him as he watched her softly twisting ass. She stared numbly while he drew a bath for her.
"I'll get you a drink," he said, and she settled into the soothing water.
He returned to the bathroom after she had cleansed herself thoroughly and was lying back against the sloped end of the bathtub, her breasts gleaming wetly above the water line. Her nipples were especially enticing when they were damp and stiff.
Al dropped to his knees and kissed one of the rosy protrusions, then sucked it into his mouth. Fay stroked his dark hair as he nursed at her tit.
"Thank you," she murmured, "For taking me out of that awful place."
"Here," he said, and handed her one of the drinks he was holding.
He stood and sipped from the other glass while she gulped at her drink, feeling she needed it.
"Another?" he asked, after she handed the empty glass back to him.
"Maybe in a minute."
"You dry off," Al said a bit huskily, "and I'll be waiting for you across the hall."
Fay noted that the front of his expensive slacks was distended. He would expect to take her, she supposed, and she would let him. He had that coming, for rescuing her. Anyway, she badly needed to feel wanted and loved. The illusion of warmth in the nightclub had become a hellfire of unleashed lust, satisfying only the wicked throbbing in her flesh while her soul cried for something else.
She crossed the hall several minutes later and entered the lighted bedroom, not bothering to conceal her nakedness with the large towel she had just used. That would have been foolish, after displaying her body to the crowd at the club.
She knelt on the bed, where Al reclined in his shorts. He handed her a drink which had been waiting on the night stand.
She sat on the edge of the mattress, her breasts joggling, and sipped from the glass while Al sipped his second drink and watched her.
"I went to the club," he said, "because I had to see you. I couldn't get over last night."
"I liked last night," Fay admitted. "The part with you, at least. Tonight was ... awful."
"You'll never go back there again," Al said.
"But I have to work. My husband ..."
"I know all about your husband. You see, I was interested enough in you to do some checking. I went down to the jail and saw your husband today."
"You what?"
"Oh, I didn't tell him about us. I just said that I was interested in his case. I didn't really introduce myself to you last night because ... well, a certain amount of discretion is necessary when you patronize a dive like Nick's ... but I came to this community a couple of months ago to scout around for some real estate investments. I rented this house with an option to buy. I'd like to settle here. But I kept hearing things about Harry Gantner and how he had a stranglehold on the town. Your husband thinks he can break that."
"No!" Fay responded quickly. "I mean, he doesn't dare ..."
"Because of the charges against him? We'll see."
"Mind if I ask you something?"
"Go ahead," Al said, and sipped from his glass.
"How come, if you're so well-to-do and all, do you go to Nick's place?"
"Sex," Al said simply. "My marriage broke up before I moved here. I didn't want any serious involvements. But a man has to have satisfaction."
Fay looked away. She finished the drink in her glass and set the glass down.
"I don't intend to go back to Nick's anymore," Al said, gazing at her warmly.
"You know I'm married."
"Happily?"
"Yes."
Al set down the rest of his drink and lay back with a sigh. "Well ... I guess the smart thing for me to do would be to let your husband rot in jail, but I offered to bring in a top-flight lawyer for him-and pay the fee, of course."
"Why?"
"Because I'm fond of you. And I like the town. You need help, and the town needs help, also, to get it out of the grip of Gantner. Don't worry-I'll get my money back through investments. Once Gantner is toppled, this area will open up. There'll be a small-scale boom, and I'll be on the ground floor."
"I really appreciate what you're doing," Fay said, leaning over him. "I'd like to show it."
Al raised his hands under her dangling tits and gently cupped them. His thumbs bent her nipples and stroked the pliant globes, causing sensations to radiate through her.
"Go ahead," he said softly, and gave her an affectionate smile.
It bothered Fay that she was feeling warmer toward him than she should have, as a married woman. But what she felt was only gratitude, she assured herself. She was eager to pay Al back in some small measure for the kindness he had shown her, and the help he was offering Joe.
She lifted his flaccid penis out of his shorts and bent to it. He watched her tongue appear and moistly lick the head of his cock. He stroked her tumbling ash-blonde hair.
Fay licked his prick all over, enjoying its clean, subtle tang. His scent was manly and sensuous. His swelling cockhead bobbled across Fay's nose as she licked along the underside of his stem, feeling the ropelike shape gradually stiffen in her grasp until it was like a pipe with a thin velvet cover.
She stroked her soft lips to the top of his cock, and he watched them widen as they glidingly took his throbbing knob into her warm, damp mouth. She locked her elastic lips in the groove behind his corona and sucked, swirling her tongue around his cockhead. Her blue eyes sparkled as she looked at his face.
Slowly she began to pump her mouth up and down on his prick, still watching his face. His glans glided along her twisty tongue, going deeper into her mouth with every plunge of her head until the bulbous knob lodged in her hot, tight throat.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" he breathed raspily, his thick cock throbbing between her lips, the head swelling in her gullet.
He suddenly lifted her off of him.
"I want to fuck you," he said.
"All right." Smiling, Fay tossed a leg across him, preparing to take the active role.
"No! I want to get on top of you."
Fay didn't mind. She was ready to get it any way she could by that time-not that her body was in such great need, after the orgy at the club, but she needed the genuine warmth which Al seemed to offer.
She lay down beside him and he removed his glasses, then swung onto her, settling on his knees between her thighs. His cock was like a cannon, pointing forward.
"I like you!" Fay said impulsively. "I like your cock, too!"
He chuckled. "That's good to hear. You can see that it likes you," he added, indicating its stiffness.
"Put it into me!" Fay invited.
"No sooner said than done."
Al rubbed his thumbs along the moistening, velvety flanges of her cunt, loosening her inner folds and encouraging them to fill with warm blood. His thumb found the tip of her clitty and rubbed that.
"Fuck me!" Fay implored.
"Those are the two sweetest words in the language, when spoken by a beautiful woman-do you know that?"
"I really mean them," Fay said. "I want you to fuck me."
Al clutched his prick in his hand and moved closer to her, carefully working the blunt, bulging head of his cock between her slick cuntal folds. When he was lodged perfectly, at the entrance to her vaginal passage, he pushed. His thick rod opened her pleasure gate and glided vibrantly up her passage until she felt his six inches throbbing lusciously inside her.
She reached up and clutched him, pulling him warmly down atop her voluptuous body. Her breasts spread beneath his hairy chest. She wrapped her legs over his back. He twisted his head to lick at her pink lips, then glide his wet tongue deeply between them as their lips locked in a passionate kiss.
He began to rock his hips slowly up and down, stroking his hard cock in her clasping, slick hole.
Fay had to move with him right away, pulling against him with her legs, which were locked around his middle. Her warmly inviting cunt rose perfectly to his every thrust. As he speeded up his penetrating plunges, Fay speeded up as well. Soon they were fucking heatedly, breathing hard, and making the bed sigh in sensuous rhythm beneath them.
Fay's tits jogged against his chest. She writhed. She pulled at him harder, with legs and arms both. Her clit was tingling splendidly as he stroked it with his invading and retreating column-driving deeply into her again and again, filling her with his warmth and male power.
"Oooooh ... I love it!" Fay panted. "You've got such a ... nice cock! Oooh, darling, it feels sooooooh good inside me! Keep fucking, me, honey! You fuck so gooood!"
Al kept fucking steadily and briskly, but not at top speed. Fay's writhing, reaching cunt was with him on every stroke. Every thrust and retreating glide of his thick, hard prick inside her took her one step higher on a ladder to the stars.
Al's own passion increased at a similar rate. He kept up the steady rhythm until a fierce urge seized him, and he couldn't restrain himself any longer.
He fucked Fay fiercely, ramming his powerful prick into her with such speed and force that she felt as if her bottom were being driven through the bed. Still she pumped and squirmed around his heady cock-thrusts, gasping ... then squealing ... then drumming her heels against his jack hammer hips as she screamed.
He came, jerking and spurting in her warm cunt, which rippled up and down on his discharging rod. She moaned heatedly and clutched him harder than ever, rocking to and fro.
She felt utterly complete ... and that frightened her.
"We can't see each other again," she said.
CHAPTER TEN
He pushed up from her, and his meaty penis withdrew suckingly from the heated clasp of her cunt. He lay on his back, beside her.
"You felt it too, hm?" he said.
"Yes." Fay hesitated, then added, "I have to think of my marriage."
"I understand. Well, I said I wanted no involvements, but I didn't bank on you. Why the hell did you go to work for Nick, anyway?"
"It was the only job I could find."
"Well, you're through with it. I'll give you some money to live on, and you don't need to feel under obligations."
"No, Al-but thank you very much. And I don't want you to help Joe, either."
"He needs help." Al was looking at the pretty blonde intently. "That lawyer he's got isn't the greatest."
"Just the same ... I know how to get him off."
"Want to tell me?"
Fay recounted every detail of her session with Gantner, including the blackmail. "So you see," she completed, "I don't have any choice but to persuade Joe to give up his idea of making trouble for Gantner. And in return for that, the charges against Joe will be dropped."
"Gantner's a worse son of a bitch than I thought!" Al said heatedly. "Subjecting you to that kind of treatment-why, he ought to be shot! But he really runs this town, cops and all, doesn't he? I want to see him smashed if I'm going to invest here."
"There must be other places just as inviting," Fay said.
"No," Al replied, and gazed fondly at her. "Nor other women, either."
"Please," she murmured, shutting her eyes.
He leaned and kissed her pouty lips. She tasted so good that he gripped her fervently and rolled her atop him. He clutched her billowy ass, grinding her soft pussy against his flaccid cock and balls. His mouth hungrily kissed hers, and she returned the kiss for a few moments, then pushed away, extricating herself from his embrace. She rolled onto her back, leaving his penis larger and less soft than when she had settled atop him.
"Fay, you can't submit to Gantner's blackmail!" he said.
"I don't have any choice."
"Think! What happened tonight at Nick's club was as bad as what Gantner took pictures of-and it was public. So your reputation in town is shot anyway. But what do you care?"
"It isn't what I care," she said. "It's how Joe would feel about me if he knew. I'm hoping he won't hear about tonight while he's in jail. And the minute he gets out, we'll be leaving town. But if I don't cooperate with Gantner, he'll make sure Joe sees those filthy pictures."
"You know," Al said thoughtfully, "Gantner could be blackmailed, too. He's got a frumpy old wife who's a pillar of the church, I understand- and his hold on the townsfolk depends on his own appearance of respectability."
"What are you saying?" Fay pushed herself up on an elbow, her breasts cascading, one atop the other.
"I'm saying that if you had the nerve ... and someone with a camera to help you ... you could screw old Gantner quite literally and get the evidence on film."
"Al! Haven't I been wicked enough?"
"That wouldn't be wicked, baby-just smart. But as I said, it would take nerve."
Fay lay back, her breasts wobbling tautly. The idea was worth thinking about.
"I wonder who I could get to help," she mused.
Al leaned over her. "I wish I could do it, but that would be a little too thick."
"Oh, of course. I wouldn't expect you to."
Al gathered one of her ripe breasts in his hand and licked the stiff rosy nipple.
"Uuunnnh," she whimpered.
Al licked her other tit, and she felt his cock come to life against her side. Her hand found and encircled the tensing, warm column.
"You're going to have to fuck me again," she purred, "but this will be the last time."
Not committing himself as to that, he swung atop her and nestled between her welcoming thighs. Her legs came up around him, and his prick glided smoothly into her well-lathered quim.
"Ooooh, make it last a long time!" she implored, lowering her silky lashes.
Al pulled and thrust, pulled and thrust, fucking her easily but with powerful effect. Her nerves sang. Her hips reached for every thick, rigid penetration.
How could it be, she wondered dreamily, if she loved Joe so much, that she felt so warm and complete with Al? Having him fuck her wasn't like submitting to other men.
Her fingers bit into the fleshiness of his arms. Her legs rhythmically tightened around him. Her warm cunt swiveled and thrust, gliding on his in-rushing cock. Her pussy lips gobbled at the base of his organ while her fluff ground into his coarse hairs.
Suddenly she began to pump her hips wildly, parting her lips and tilting her head back. She fucked with delirious abandon, wanting to drown herself in the luscious wave of warm completion which she knew was coming.
Joe! she thought. No ... Al!
Al ... Al ... Al ...
I CAN NEVER SEE YOU AGAIN!
She finished fervently, squeezing Al's cock in her rippling pussy as she came with nerve-shattering force. Warmth did envelop her, just as she knew it would, but afterwards she felt sad instead of contented.
Sometimes life seemed like a bitter joke.
Though Fay was tired after Al brought her home, she had difficulty falling asleep. When she did sleep, her rest wasn't sound. She tossed and turned. Confused, troubling dreams assailed her.
She awoke in the midst of one of them, thinking that somebody had her by the throat.
It was no dream.
Fay stared at a youthful face and long hair, her heart leaping in fright. Then she recognized the teenager who had raped her several days ago and had threatened to return. He carried a knife, she recalled.
"Let go of me!" she demanded, breathing hard.
The punk grinned. "You remember me, huh?"
"What do you think? I don't get raped that often!"
"Your cunt was so good," the youth said lewdly, "I decided to get me some more of it."
"You're really a big man," Fay said sarcastically, "taking advantage of a woman whose husband is in jail!"
"Don't act so innocent! I know you was with another guy tonight. I watched him bring you home-wearing one of his shirts, it looked like. Then I figured I'd give you a chance to fall asleep, so I could take you by surprise." He chuckled nastily.
"Like I said ... you're a real big man!"
"Big enough where it counts." The churlish teenager straightened on his knees and displayed his long, stiff penis, sticking out through the fly of his jeans.
"Do you think that impresses me?" Fay asked, gazing at his cock in the moonlight that came in through the undraped windows.
"You acted like you dug it last time."
"Well, if you're going to use that sticker, please hurry up!" Fay said, bitterness causing her to be deliberately coarse. "I need my sleep."
"I want to use it on you different this time," the youth said. "Get up on your knees."
"Not in my asshole!" Fay blurted, remembering how it had hurt when Otto had drilled her there.
"Are you kidding?" the teenager snapped back. "I ain't no queer!"
Fay rolled over, grateful for his youthful prudishness, and stuck her bottom into the air. Her breasts were mashed against the mattress, and her back was bent concavely, to make her snatch easily accessible. She didn't want the punk kid to change his mind about which hole he was going to use.
"Man!" he said, kneeling behind her and staring at the lurid sight of her split ass, with her fluff-lined pussy shoving out between the tops of her thighs. "Bein' married wouldn't be so bad, if a guy had that to look at every night!"
"Don't get carried away," Fay advised over her shoulder. "Just do what you want to do and get out!"
The kid didn't think about preparing her for his thrust, but that didn't happen to be necessary because Fay remained well lubricated from Al's two explosions inside her. The long-peckered teenager moved up, nosed the end of his tool into her soft slit and shoved, gliding deep into her belly with a single thrust.
"Uunh!" Fay said, and pressed her cheek against the pillow.
The boy gripped the smooth roundness of her hips. "Mama, you're sure good fuckin", he said, and began to move back and forward.
Fay's narrow channel stroked his pumping dick in a wet, velvety way. She wasn't gripping, and she wasn't writhing, either. She was just holding her ass up and letting the punk kid screw it.
Then it occurred to her that she could bring him off more quickly if she were to move a bit, and she commenced grinding her hips. Her snug sleeve swirled around the boy's driving prick, and she heard him catch his breath.
"Shit!" he said. "God damn! Mama, you're the greatest!"
She wished he would stop calling her mama. Not only did that make her feel older than she was, but it conveyed a suggestion of incest that she didn't like. Was the fellow really screwing his mother in his mind when he drove his dick into her, or was that just the way young people talked?
Fay began to pump forward and back, slamming her warm, soft ass against the youth's deep-plunging thrusts.
"Uuuh ... uuuh ... uuuh!" he grunted, as he hornily fucked her.
She didn't respond, except for a tickle or two. When she realized her body wasn't reaching for a climax, she thought it strange. Dislike of the man who was doing it to her hadn't kept her from climaxing before.
Was it because of Al that she wasn't responding, she wondered. Had their loving been so good that she couldn't react to anyone else?"
She became alarmed, because she didn't want that to be the case. She began to fuck heatedly, undulating her back and snapping at the punk's thrusting pecker with her muscular twat.
"Wowwww!" he husked, and jabbed into her clutching cunt as rapidly as he could.
She knew she didn't have much time to reach completion if she was going to, and that was what she wanted. Only that would prove she wasn't hopelessly hung up on Al.
She purposely became lewd, saying, "Oooh, what a hard dick! Give it to me! Stick it wayyyyy up there! You're all-cock, baby! Mama lovvvvves it!"
Why "Mama"? she wondered wildly as she responded to her own dirty words.
The kid was fucking fast and furiously, slamming his pants-front against her bobbing, flipping ass. His cock was like a locomotive driveshaft, stroking relentlessly forward and back.
"Faster, God damn you!" Fay shrilled like a slut. "Deeperrrrr! Oooh, shit! Piss! Oooh, you filthy, goddamned motherfucker!"
She came just as he spurted, and she was grateful for the throbbing though shallow release because she thought it probed something. The lad jerked and spurted what seemed like gallons of rich, teenaged cum inside her.
She sank flat on her belly against the bed, and his softening dick flipped out, trailing a wet strand of semen up across her ass.
"Oooh, wowww!" he said, breathing hard. "I dig you even when you call me names."
He backed off the bed.
"Hey, wait a minute!" Fay said, having suddenly gotten an idea. "Do you live around here?"
"What do you want to know for?" he asked, stuffing his penis back into his jeans.
"I'm not going to make trouble. I just want to know if we can get together tomorrow."
"Why?" the boy asked suspiciously.
"I want you to do something for me."
"I don't live anywhere," the kid said. "Just wherever I happen to be."
Fay smiled at him. "What's your name? You never told me."
"Frankie."
"Well, why don't you lie down, Frankie, and spend the rest of the night here?"
"You're trying to trick me, ain't you?"
"Why would I do that?" Fay responded. "You know I like you. Didn't you hear the way I was talking when you were giving it to me?"
"Yeah, you called me names."
"That's what I do when I get hot. I want you to fuck me again, Frankie, in the morning. Then there's something else we can do together. It'll be fun-and I'll pay you, too."
"Yeah?"
"Besides, I'll fix you some breakfast. Do you like hot cakes and sausage?"
"I like bacon better."
"Okay-bacon, then. All you can eat."
"Wait a minute! This is all too good. I better be going."
"Frankie ..."
There was a special quality in Fay's voice that made the boy hesitate on his way to the door. He turned to look at her again in the moonlight.
"Have you even been ... sucked?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I love to suck cocks," Fay said sultrily. "I like that even better than fucking. And you've got such a beautiful, long, stiff dick! I'd really appreciate taking that lovely thing in my mouth."
He fidgeted. "I told you ... I ain't queer," he said, but his tone lacked conviction.
"You don't have to be queer to enjoy getting your cock sucked," Fay said. "Most men really like it."
"Well, maybe I'd let you do it once, just to see what it's like."
He walked back toward the bed.
"Take your clothes off," Fay said, "and snuggle in beside me. We don't want to play any more right now, because we're both tired. But first thing in the morning, I'll do it for you. And then we'll have breakfast. And then, if you want to make some money, you can do this little job I've got in mind."
"What is it?" Frankie asked, still suspicious.
"I don't want to tell you now. But it will be fun. And I'll give you twenty-five dollars."
"You're sure you're not gonna call the cops or anything?" he asked, his hands hesitating at the top of his pants.
"Look, I'm a married woman-you know that. I can't afford to have people find out I'm with another guy. And if I let you spend the night with me, I couldn't say I was raped, could I?"
"You're a funny broad," he said.
"Sure. But I know how to make you feel good, don't I?" Her eyes twinkled in the dim light.
Frankie took off his pants.
Harry Gantner, you're going to get screwed! Fay thought. And it's going to be the most expensive screwing that you've ever had!
CHAPTER ELEVEN
When Fay awoke in the morning, she reached across the bed, underneath the covers. Her fingers closed around Frankie's stiff cock, which stood up against his belly while the youth lay on his back asleep.
A little shudder went through Fay as she felt how very hard his penis was ... and how long! He was some boy, all right!
Fay folded back the covers without awakening him, and bent over his nude, reclining form. The scent of their intercourse of the previous night wafted up her nostrils, and she noted some dried traces of cum on Frankie's lovemaker. Fay supposed that wouldn't kill her. In fact, she knew it wouldn't hurt her in the slightest, having taken fresh cum down her throat more than once and suffered no ill effects at all.
She leaned closer to Frankie, and her blonde hair tickled his lean belly. He stirred, but still enjoyed his stiff-cocked sleep too much to awaken. As Fay stood his springy hard-on perpendicular to his loins, she wondered what he was dreaming about to cause the erection. Or wasn't it a dream at all? Perhaps teenaged boys just got that way every morning, she mused, preparing for each day with a dick as stiff as steel.
Frankie's condition, and even the raunchy scent of him, stimulated her ... though she wished it were Al she was waking up with. Or Joe. Yes Joe, of course-he was her husband.
She stuck out her pink tongue and delicately licked the tip of Frankie's fiercely thrusting cock.
"Aaaahhhhhh!" the youth said in his sleep and wriggled. A tremor passed through his licked prick.
Fay held his flagpole-like organ steady, with her hand around its grassy base, and fluttered her tongue against the slit of his pecker. His dick twitched in her grasp. His taste was getting to her by that time, as well as his scent and the thrilling feel of his hardness.
Oooooh, Al! she thought, as she opened her mouth wide.
No! JOE!
The confused, passion-plagued woman glided her soft lips down over the crown of the teenager's prick, and she felt his glans throb fatly against her tongue. Her oral love-organ swirled around the boy's knob, picking up more of his sexy flavor which her saliva washed off. She swallowed it down.
She began to glide her cock, loving lips on the lad's hardness, plunging farther with each stroke of her mouth.
"Hey!" he growled sleepily, and opened his eyes. When he saw as well as felt what Fay was doing, he said, "WOWWWWWWW!"
She took long, lip-squeezing sucks of his delicious, iron-hard dick, her tongue wetly encircling the knobbish end of it each time she came up. She made soft slurping sounds and gulped hungrily.
Frankie had pushed himself up on his elbows and was watching her as she cocksucked him. It was great fun to see as well as to feel. The youth's prick was his proudest attribute, and to observe a pretty lady's lips lovingly stroke up and down on it, while her twisting tongue titillated him in the warm, wet suction of her mouth, gave him a delectable thrill.
With each down stroke of Fay's lips, he lifted his hips, forcing his tingling dick even deeper into her mouth. His cockhead skidded to the very back of her tongue and into her throat. Frankie writhed, groaning with delight.
Fay's body throbbed as she pleasurably sucked the long, stiff cock of the teenaged boy, and she thought:
Oh, how I need a man to take care of me every morning and night, to be with me all the time and keep me from going after other guys! But Joe's in jail, damn it! I've GOT to get him out!
She sucked Frankie's cock with accelerating ardor, her lips clasping his slippery, hard rod as they stroked up and down on the throbbing, bonelike column. Her throat opened thrillingly each time she plunged, and the lad's horny dick fucked into the clasping channel.
"AAAAAAARRRRRRGH!" he rasped, reaching for a luscious throat-penetration while Fay's lips gobbled hotly at the base of his rod.
His balls churned, getting ready to unleash their load. He didn't know whether the lady expected him to shoot his cum into her mouth and throat or not, but he wasn't about to stop her from sucking his dick when it felt so goddamned good.
His hips began to bob up and down in fucking frenzy, his prick knifing into Fay's mouth. She had to raise her head a bit in order to protect her throat, and his glans glided against her tongue. When he gasped and moaned, and his dick began to twitch wildly, she clasped just the head of the horny tool in her mouth, sucking and champing at that juicy morsel. His dickhead swelled even larger.
A tremor passed through his entire body, and his cock jerked between Fay's lips. She sucked harder, thinking:
Come on ... come ... come! Give Mama your luscious, thick, warm cream! Mama's hungry for breakfast!
Spurt!
A thick, vigorous jet of cock-juice struck the roof of Fay's mouth and spread over her quivering tongue.
"AAAAHHHHHHHHHG!" she said, and compressed the boy's dick harder as she swallowed down his first serving.
Spurt!
Frankie gave Fay another mouthful of cream, and she drank it like a ravenous pussycat. Spurt! Spurt! The youth had a lot that morning.
Fay kept sucking until the boy's balls were drained and his dick began to soften. She raised her head, letting his supple meat ooze out from between her sperm-coated lips, then sat up and licked her lips clean.
"Maaaaaaan!" was all Frankie said as he stared at her from the pillow, blissfully satisfied.
"Now for those hot cakes and bacon!" Fay told him, and leaped up, her bare titties bobbing. "But I've got to take a quick shower first. You can have it after I'm through."
On her way out of the room she stopped and turned around to look at the youth. "On second thought," she added, "why don't you join me right now? I wouldn't want you running out."
"Lady, I don't figure you at all!" he said. "I came here to RAPE you last night."
"I know." Fay smiled. "And you did it very well, too. I suppose I ought to be angry, but I'm not ... especially since you're going to do that little job for me that I mentioned. Come on-get up!"
Frankie rose, his cock hanging low and moist in front of his blissfully fucked-out balls. He continued to look at Fay as if he didn't trust her entirely while accompanying her to the bathroom.
He stood and watched while she sat on the potty and peed. Then it was his turn to move up and shoot a vigorous stream of warm piss into the bowl. Fay watched -that and found it interesting.
She turned and started the shower. Frankie stepped under the spray with her, and the youth enjoyed another new experience: Having a pretty woman soap his chest and backside, and his cock and his balls. He reciprocated by lathering Fay's breasts, liking the feel of her springy-firm tittyflesh when slick with soap. He held each of Fay's tits up and rinsed them off, as her rosy nipples protruded, fat and hard. He bent and took a moist suck.
He watched Fay cleanse the wiggly little lips of her pussy and splash water up inside her channel, which then flowed out and down her thighs. She carefully soaped the crack of her ass and spread her rubbery butt cheeks apart to rinse the enticing chasm. Frankie watched her cute asshole wink at him through the clear, splashing water.
By the time their bath was through, his prick was sticking up once again.
"My goodness!" Fay exclaimed, waggling the horny thing. "Don't you ever get enough?"
"Do you?" he responded, and basketed her breasts between his hands.
"Yes!" she said firmly. "At least for the time being. You'll just have to tell your cock to quiet down if you want any breakfast."
Frankie could appreciate that. His stomach was growling. After he and Fay had dried off, he followed her back to the bedroom, his prick still vigorously upthrust. While he put his dirty clothes back on, having some problem with his persistent erection, he watched Fay step into fresh white panties and pull them up, snuggling the leg elastics underneath her pouting buttocks. When she turned to fetch a blouse and skirt, he admired her plump ass in the filmy, thin briefs that spanned it.
Fay chose to wear no under things except her panties, letting her full, firm breasts wobble in her white blouse as she stepped into a floral-printed skirt. She slipped her bare feet into sandals.
"Come to breakfast," she told Frankie, and caught him by the hand.
They walked to the kitchen together.
The breakfast was tasty and satisfying. Frankie ate his fill, and even Fay found herself hungrier than usual. She had been exercising a great deal lately, she reflected with a residual trace of shame, for the principal exercise she had been getting was with her driving hips and clasping, twisty cunt- and with her mouth, of course, though she had consumed enough male-manufactured calories that way, she assumed, to more than make up for the exercise expended.
As she and Frankie were just finishing breakfast, the phone rang. Fay answered it.
"Mrs. Preston?" a raspy voice inquired.
"Yes."
"This is the Quickie Bail Bonds in Central City. Your husband just got in touch with us, through his lawyer, and we're gonna take your house as security for his bail. I just want to make sure you know what's goin' on, in case of, uh, any problems later."
Fay murmured an acknowledgement and hung up. She was surprised by the turn of events. She and Joe had discussed putting their house up for his bail and had decided against it, because of the exorbitant rates that the racketeering agencies in the city charged, and the risk of losing their property to the shysters. The local bail companies would have nothing to do with the deal, apparently out of consideration for Gantner's feelings. Now that Joe had gone to the lengths of dealing with an outfit in the city, he had to be desperate, Fay realized. Were Gantner's crooked cops making his stay in jail that miserable?
Fay felt sorry that she hadn't gone ahead right away to talk him into making a deal with Gantner, even though it would mean knuckling under to the local tyrant. But if she could succeed with her blackmail scheme, she might be able to get her husband completely off the hook so he could still expose Gantner for what he was. That continued to sound better.
"Hurry up," she told Frankie. "We've got to go out and buy a camera. And ... ooh, yes! I'll have to give Gantner a call." She couldn't work the deal in his office, she already had decided, because Frankie and a camera wouldn't be allowed in. She would have to talk Gantner into meeting her at her place or on neutral ground, such as a motel. She wondered how leery he would be of such a rendezvous.
Frankie was leery, also: "Now, wait a minute!" he said, rising from the table. "What's this shit about a camera?"
"Please don't say shit, Frankie! It sounds so vulgar."
"I don't give a shit how it sounds," he retorted, being deliberately rude. He was feeling the new sense of power he had over the grown woman. "What are we gonna do with a camera anyway?"
"Take some, uuh, interesting pictures," Fay said. "I'll tell you all about it when we're ready."
"I'm ready for something else first," Frankie said, his eyes sparkling. He backed Fay against the kitchen table. "That breakfast gave me a lotta energy. I need to work it off."
Fay felt the urgent thrust of his penis through his jeans.
"No!" she exclaimed. "We don't have time now."
In addition to her other problems, her husband would be getting out of jail within hours, if not sooner. She was eager to be reunited with him, but that threatened to interfere with her plans if she didn't get moving.
Frankie wasn't to be put off. He grasped Fay by the arm, while using his other hand to push the dirty dishes on the table aside. She managed to twist around, but that proved to be no help, for the horny youth simply pushed her across the table face-forward. Her breasts were mashed against the hard vinyl as her ass ignominiously waggled above the table's edge.
Frankie flipped her skirt up and gazed at her beautiful bottom in her white silky briefs. He held her down while she writhed helplessly, and her plump buttocks vibrated in her panties, the lush mounds partially escaping from the leg elastics of her filmy pants.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOH!" she bawled. "God damn it, Frankie, let ... meeeee ... UPPPPP!"
The youth would have none of that. Fay's panty-clad ass was too enticing, and his cock was already too hard to be denied. He ripped his pants open, and his rod whipped out to stand quivering behind Fay's bottom.
He pulled the panties down off her wobbly, rounded rear cheeks, using one hand to strip the briefs along her thighs and off her kicking legs while continuing to hold her against the table.
"Pleeeeeeasaaaase!" she implored. "Haven't I been good enough to you?"
The youth didn't reply. Apparently there was no satisfying a horny punk, she decided, and was sorry that she had fooled with him at all.
He straightened up and pulled her buttocks apart.
The sight of her crinkly little asshole, while they were showering together, had given him a perverted urge. The pleasure he had gained when she had sucked his cock had weakened his prudish inhibitions against unusual forms of sex, so that he was now willing to experiment with something even more daring. Fay's asshole appeared very tempting as he gazed at it right then.
Guys he had known had talked about the pleasures of "brown eye", and he decided to find out what it was like.
"Hold steady!" he warned Fay as he positioned his stiff prick between her buttocks.
"DOOOOOOOOONT!" she begged. "OOOOOOH, PLEEEEEEEEASE ... NOT THAAAAAAAAT WAAYYYYYYY!"
"Shut up!" Frankie snarled, wiggling his prick in one hand while he held her down with the other. The tip of his wicked organ nudged her anal depression.
She was going to get it up the ass whether she liked it or not, Fay realized. Her first experience with sodomy had taught her that resistance only increased the pain of the act and she therefore tried to relax her rear muscle. But her little anus would only partially follow orders, and it remained somewhat tense when Frankie pushed.
"OOOOOOOOOH!" Fay moaned, her anus burning as the youth's prick forcibly spread it.
She felt, as before, like a red-hot poker were being forced up her rear, and this time was worse, in a way, because there was no lubrication on Frankie's cock. Grindingly and with fiendish pressure, he opened her asshole to his thrust. The head of his cock passed her rubbery ring and lodged in her rectum, her elastic sphincter clamping into the groove behind his cockhead.
"AWWWWWWWWWWWW!" Fay bellowed, in humiliation as well as hurt.
"God damn, but your ass is tight!" Frankie said. "I gotta grease my cock a little."
He pulled back, and his prick withdrew from Fay's asshole, making a popping sound. He unleashed a glob of spittle, which landed on the head of his dick, and he spread the lubricant around.
All Fay could do, while he continued to hold her down with one hand, was to wait fearfully for his next prick-sticking plunge. Oh, why, she wondered helplessly, had she ever gotten mixed up with such an ungrateful lout?
He spat some more saliva onto his fingers and worked that spit into Fay's anus, lubricating the rosy ring while she moaned from the hurt and shame of his digital penetration. That wasn't as bad as what was coming, she realized, as he took his hand away.
He positioned his pecker for another thrust up her rear, and this time was even less considerate of her feelings. He twisted and rammed his cock hard, re-opening her asshole quickly and entering it with his slippery cockhead. He continued pushing, driving inch after inch of his horny shaft up her ass while she moaned and gurgled helplessly.
Finally she had his entire rod shoved up her rear channel, and she felt every hard asshole-stretching inch! She panted as she lay against the table.
"Ooooh ... nooooooooh ... pleeeeeease!" she mewed. But it was useless to beg, she well knew. Frankie was going to finish with her in the unnatural way, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.
The lad commenced stroking his iron-hard dick in and out through the clasping ring of her anus, and the burning hurt that she had experienced the first time was punishingly re-lived. There was, however, a difference: During her first experience with sodomy, she had been slow to feel a sensuous response, but this time her ass reported immediate pleasure, mingled with the pain.
Fay was ashamed of herself for feeling anything but repugnance. However, her penetrated little asshole clasped suckingly around Frankie's gliding rod, contracting in spastic ripples as he stroked in and out.
"Oooooooooh ... uuuuuuuuh ... wowwwwwwww ... ooooh, bay-beeeeeeeee!" Fay panted as she got her asshole fucked.
Frankie's head became light right away, from the extremely voluptuous pressure of her tight anus around his prick. He stroked more rapidly between her jiggly upturned buttocks.
"UUUUUH ... OOOOOOH ... STICK IT INNNNNNNNNN!" she gasped shamefully. "FUCK MY ASS HAAAAARD!"
Her cock-loving asshole grabbed the youth's driving dick, squeezing it like a rubber-sheathed fist. He fucked her ass faster and faster, until she was bobbing up and down on the edge of the table, her buttocks bouncing wildly.
Frankie's eyes rolled back in their sockets, which was why he didn't see the slender, dark-haired man who appeared in the kitchen doorway. Fay didn't see him, either. Her cheek was pressed against the table and her eyes were closed as she thrilled to Frankie's brutal ass fucking. "You son of a bitch!" the man rasped. "Get your goddamned cock out of my wife!"
Frankie stared and stopped stroking. But he had gone too far to hold back the orgasmic surge which seized his balls. The threat which the man presented only sharpened his climax as he erupted, his squeezed dick twitching in Fay's asshole.
"Joe ...!" she bleated. Then she came, also, thrilling to the humiliating ass-fuck while her husband watched in jealous rage.
He didn't hesitate more than a few seconds, but lunged forward and grasped Frankie, jerking him about. His prick pulled suckingly from Fay's anus and whipped in the air, spurting its next liquid shot over her back ... and onto the table, as well.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned shudderingly, her ass shaking as she kept coming, even though the boy's dick was no longer inside her.
Joe's balled fist crashed against the long-haired punk's chin and sent him stumbling backward. The refrigerator stopped him, and before the skinny youth could get out his switchblade, Joe followed up with a jab to the middle and another smash to the face.
Frankie's legs crumbled, and he sank to the floor, unconscious. Joe turned to his wife, who had stood up, her skirt concealing her hips and thighs. Her white panties lay on the floor.
"Okay!" Joe said bitterly. "You'd better start talking!"
CHAPTER TWELVE
Fay rushed to her husband and said, "Darling! That punk broke in here last night and raped me! He ..."
Joe slapped her across the face, and she clutched her burning cheek. All she could do was stare at him. He no longer seemed like the man she loved.
"I heard what happened last night at the Happy Times," he said. "That's why I had to get out of jail. I put our house up for the bond."
"Y-yes," Fay murmured, her eyes wide. "The outfit called to tell me."
"Well, what about the Happy Times? Did all those guys rape you, too?" Her husband's tone was bitter with sarcasm.
She fidgeted, her cheeks coloring. She couldn't look directly at Joe. "They did rape me, in a way. Oooh, darling, I don't know! I had to take the job there-I was out of money, and it was the only thing I could do. And I had to play along with this kid, because I want him to help me do something."
"Something besides what he just did?" Joe snapped back. "How's it feel to have a dick up your ass? Do you enjoy it ... slut?"
Fay recoiled as if she had been slapped again. "Everything I've done has been for you and us!" she said, on the verge of tears.
"Thanks a lot!" he replied bitterly. "But you won't have to do anything more. I've got a guy who's getting me a good lawyer. I'm going to beat those charges. That Gantner! The son of a bitch was crazy to come up with evidence against me while I've got a club over his head. I had no idea he'd do it. But I'll beat him yet-then I'll have the money and be scot-free, too!"
"The m-money?" Fay asked numbly.
"Sure. And it's stashed in a safe place, believe me. My only mistake was in leaving that goddamned money box here where the sheriffs boys could find it. But I never figured Gantner would press charges."
"You mean you ... really robbed his safe?" Fay asked, astounded. "I thought Gantner had planted the box here."
"Sure, I robbed him," Joe said. "I didn't tell you, because I thought it was better that way. I intended to quit my job after Gantner calmed down, then we were going to leave town. That was soon enough for you to find out, I thought."
"Joe! How could you do such a thing? Do you realize what you've put me through?"
"Well, that's gratitude for you!" he said. "We were going to be rich. You would have had everything you wanted! I'll still be rich, baby, after I win my freedom. But we won't be together! What the hell do I want with a cheating slut?"
Fay stood and stared at him, taking in his shocking words without knowing what to say.
"The main reason I got out was to find out whether what I'd heard about you was true," he went on. "I wasn't sure I could believe the deputies at the jail, who were laughing about it. They'd been tormenting me ever since I was arrested. But seeing you with that punk just now-seeing how you loved getting your ass fucked-convinced me it's all true. And, baby, I don't want you anymore!"
He turned to leave.
Fay could have begged him to stay. She could have sworn she would never misbehave again and pleaded for his forgiveness.
But, in her shock and hurt, she merely stood and stared as he strode from the house.
She glanced down at Frankie, who was beginning to stir. The youth's eyelids fluttered.
"Is he ... gone?" the boy asked, sitting up and gazing glassily about.
"Yes!" Fay snatched a butcher knife from a drawer. "And you're going to be gone in one minute, unless you want your dick chopped off!"
He scrambled to his feet and stuffed his slack penis into his fly. Wide-eyed, he zipped his pants up. "D-don't use that thing!" he begged.
"Just get out!" Fay demanded, her eyes flashing.
Frankie edged past her and ran. She heard the front door of the house open and close.
Only then did she break down and cry. Her tears flowed in a torrent.
A long, soothing bath, and time to think, restored Fay's equilibrium. She wouldn't have wanted to live off stolen, or extorted, money even if Joe were willing to share it with her, she decided.
Everyone, including Joe, had lied to her and used her. That probably included Al, as well. What he wanted was to destroy Gantner, and he wanted her to do that for him.
Well, she was through doing other people's bidding, she vowed. But that didn't mean she would let Gantner get off scot free. He had something coming for the way he had tried to frame her.
The frame would no longer work, because she didn't care how many filthy pictures of her were scattered around town. She didn't intend to remain long enough for it to matter. Still, she would have to pay Gantner back! She couldn't live with herself if she didn't do that.
It would no longer be necessary to use a camera, she decided, because blackmail didn't have to be involved. A single act of revenge would suffice. But it would have to be good, so that Gantner would be shattered.
As soon as she was dressed, she looked up his home number and dialed it.
"Mrs. Gantner," she said when his wife came onto the line, "you don't know me, but I have something to tell you that I believe you ought to know. Your husband has a date with a woman in a few minutes in his office, and you should be interested to see what happens there."
"Whaaaaat?" the stuffy, middle-aged woman responded. "Who is this?"
"I can't tell you. But believe me, Mrs. Gantner, I know what I'm talking about. And if you want to get the goods on your husband you'd better go to his office in about half an hour. Just walk right in, even if someone tries to stop you. I must hang up now. Remember ... walk right in!"
Fay replaced the receiver, smiling to herself.
She banked on curiosity, if nothing else, to get Mrs. Gantner down to her husband's office. The old girl wasn't apt to phone first, and any effort by a underling to keep her from entering the office would only whet her suspicions, Fay judged.
Fay hurriedly left the house, so as to beat Mrs. Gantner to her husband's place of business and get the scene well set by the time the frumpish woman arrived.
If it turned out that Gantner wasn't susceptible to Fay's charms, the scheme would fail, she well knew. But she recalled how he looked at her when she had visited him before, and she had hopes. He might be old, but his fire wasn't out, she suspected. She wanted to think that she had what it would take to kindle that fire into an inferno.
At his office, Fay announced herself to his secretary, then sat down and crossed her legs. She didn't have long to wait. When she was passed into the office, Gantner rose from behind his desk and smiled.
"I'm happy there are no hard feelings between us, Mrs. Preston," he said. "At least, I hope your visit is evidence of that. I hope also that you've had an opportunity for a private talk with your husband now that he's out on bail."
The word had reached Gantner quickly, which was no surprise to Fay.
"I've talked with him," she said. "But that isn't why I'm here. What happened when I was here the last time has been bothering me. Not because you have those dirty pictures, but ... well, I was disappointed in the way it turned out."
"I'm afraid I don't follow," Gantner said, his old but interested eyes moving over her-from thrusting breasts to nipped-in waist, to the womanly roundures of her hips.
"If I must be embarrassingly outspoken," she said, "I had hoped I could have sex with you when I came to see you the last time ... but you palmed me off on that big bruiser from your plant. So I thought I would try again to get to know you, uh, more personally."
Gantner seemed flattered, but a bit suspicious.
"Mrs. Preston, I'm at least twice your age," he pointed out.
"Does that bother you?" she asked, boldly circling his desk. "I can assure you that it doesn't bother me. In fact, I like it. Older men have always been more fascinating to me somehow."
She sat on the edge of the desk, almost directly in front of Gantner, and crossed her nylon-sheathed legs. Her skirt glided up, and he glimpsed bare flesh above the top of her nylons.
He cleared his throat. "Well, uuuh ..."
"Touch me," she breathed shamelessly. "Caress me."
Gantner's pudgy hands lifted to her clothed thighs which he stroked, feeling her garter clasps through her thin skirt. Slowly he pushed her skirt up, exposing more and more bare flesh over her stocking tops.
He bent his gray head and kissed one of her thighs.
Fay moved quickly, hooking her legs over his shoulders. She wasn't wearing panties, and he found himself gazing at the delicate beauty of her pink cunt, lined by fleecy blonde hairs.
Her hands fluttered around the back of his head, urging him to bend deeper into the sweet-scented vale of her thighs. He did so. She cooed as he began to kiss her pussy.
She knotted her legs around the back of his head and pulled herself farther forward, so that only the bulges of her buttocks were perched on his desk. She ground her hips sensuously, rubbing her warm, moist pussy all over his mouth and nose. His tongue plowed into the succulent feast, and he slurped noisily.
Fay didn't let him continue that for long, because it wasn't what she wanted his wife to see. After gently dislodging his head from between her thighs, she smiled and slid to her feet.
"I want to kiss you the way you kissed me," she said.
"Oooh yes ... please!" he said, his eyes a bit glassy. "Kneel down."
"There isn't enough room behind your desk," Fay said. "Let's step around in front of it."
Gantner followed her, his trousers showing only a slight protrusion at his loins. That was nothing compared to the protrusion of his belly.
Fay knelt and unzipped his custom-tailored pants. She reached into his fly and brought out a fat but still-supple cock which was complete with a brownish, rubbery foreskin. She glided the foreskin back and ducked beneath his belly to lick his purplish glans.
"Aaahhhhh!" he breathed pleasurably, and his penis gradually fattened more as Fay's delightful tongue circled and stroked it.
She gilded her lips fully over his mushroom-shaped knob and sucked.
"My dear!" he said heatedly, and stroked her blonde head.
His cock took some time to stiffen up, but finally he had achieved a formidable erection. Fay became concerned, as she pumped her O-shaped lips up and down on his organ, that his wife might not have taken the bait. Why hadn't she arrived yet?
It would be a bitter irony, Fay decided, if the old woman didn't show up. Gantner would have gotten a blow job for nothing, from someone who hated him intensely.
Fay took her time, twisting her mouth on his prick and champing at it. She stroked several times, let his cock escape, and licked up and down the wet, steamy hard-on before taking it into her mouth again. She let her lips and tongue glidingly caress him.
"You do that very well!" he said huskily, continuing to paw at her coiffure. "My dear, you should come to work for me! I'm sure you would be much more satisfactory than that thieving husband of yours."
Fay kept pumping her mouth on his prick. She could tell that time was getting short by the way he was panting, as his horny old cock twitched in her mouth.
Just as she became afraid that her scheme was indeed a failure, she heard angry female voices through Gantner's door. The door burst open. Fay rolled her eyes to see a prim, heavy set woman standing in the doorway, staring with the most shocked expression Fay had ever witnessed.
"Abigail!" Gantner cried. "Ooh, my God!"
His wife let out a shriek.
Fay jerked her mouth off his cock. But the excitement of his wife's sudden appearance was too much for him. As he stared stupidly from her to the kneeling blonde before him, his cock spurted, and a glob of thick semen struck Fay in the face. She gasped. As she desperately tried to wipe away the goo, another blast splattered over her closed eyelids, her nose and lips.
She didn't care. The look on his wife's face had been worth it.
As Fay wiped her eyes and looked again, she saw other persons from Gantner's outer office crowding around Abigail. One was holding her up, because she evidently had fainted. All were staring at Gantner and Fay.
The word of what had happened would be all over town! And Gantner's marriage had been wrecked. He indeed was ruined.
Fay got up and hurried from the room, bits of his semen still soiling her cheeks and clinging to her hair as she struggled through the crowd around his door. She felt embarrassed ... but vindicated. And this was the last shocking act she would have to perform, she hoped.
She went home and immediately began packing.
She didn't know where she would go or what she would do, but she knew she must get out of town. As soon as her bags were packed, she carried them downstairs, then stopped.
Al! she thought. I've got to call him.
Her purpose wasn't to tell him good-bye, because she had already done that the night before. But she felt he was entitled to know the truth about Joe, so he wouldn't hire a lawyer for a man who didn't deserve his help.
She dialed Al's number with a trembling hand and, when he came onto the line, she felt a pang deep inside. She told him she was leaving town, then reported Joe's confession of guilt.
Al didn't seem as interested in that as he was in her.
"Where are you going?" he asked anxiously. "How are you going to support yourself?"
"I don't know," she replied, "but I suppose I'll find a way, even if I have to work at a place like Nick's. Oh, and incidentally ... I took care of Gantner for both of us. He won't be so high and mighty from now on."
"Fay! Don't leave. I'm coming right over."
"No, Al. Thank you for everything, but I can't stay here in town, and this is where you want to be."
"Not without you," he replied. "And since you and Joe have broken up, the way is clear for us, isn't it? I love you, Fay. I want you to be my wife."
His warm declarations surprised and thrilled her.
Is there a chance for us? she wondered. She decided that she owed it to herself to find out.
* * *
The question wasn't finally answered until months later, when Joe had gone to prison and Gantner was facing a prosecution based on the convicted man's charges, made public in a burst of bitter vengeance. Joe had furnished more than enough evidence to give the internal revenue investigators a field day.
Fay had won an uncontested divorce. She and Al were on a Las Vegas honeymoon.
In their luxurious suite, after an evening of gambling and glamorous shows, she settled down to prove to him how much she loved him and how keenly she looked forward to being Mrs. Al Forster for the rest of her life.
She sucked his long, thickly throbbing cock while he stroked her hair and murmured sweet things to her. Then he didn't talk any longer, but twisted around and sank his head between her lovely thighs. He tongued her tantalizing pussy while she pumped her clasping lips on his prick. She took his cockhead all the way into her throat, which no girl had ever done so thrillingly before. His tongue reamed her hot little cunt-mouth and fluttered against her tingling clit. He caught the fleshy passion-pearl between his lips and sucked on it.
"Ooooh, Al ... FUCK MEEEEE!" she cried, as she jerked her mouth off his prick. "Please get on me, and stick your cock innnnnn!"
She positioned herself with her pretty ass in the air, and he knelt behind her. She still wore her garter belt and sheer nylons.
Al's ready prick parted the petals of her pussy and sank slowly into her until she possessed it to its full, throbbing length. He began to stroke up and down in her warmly clasping cunt, his wide cockhead sending ripples along her passage. She could feel the throbbing veins on his prick, as well.
Each thrust of his wondrous rod into her pussy gave her a new intense thrill, which built deliciously on the last. She quivered near the brink of orgasm.
"Ooooh, daaar-ling!" she cried. "Stick your cock in my ass, please!"
"What?" Al responded excitedly. "You really want that?"
"Oooooh, yesssssss!" she hissed. "Fuck my hot asshole!"
Al was quick to comply, transferring his throbbing erection from her snug pussy to her even snugger and warmly encompassing anus. He entered easily, despite the smallness of her rear aperture, because her muscles hadn't offered resistance. She had transferred the lesson of her throat to her anus: When a woman really wanted to receive a man's prick, she would accept it eagerly-in the cunt, in the throat, or up her hot, throbbing ass.
Al fucked her thrilling asshole to a frenzied climax as her bottom bobbed, her buttocks shaking wildly around his deep-spearing cock. He came, gushing into her bowels, and she climaxed with perfect satisfaction.
"Oooh, darling, I love you so!" she said as he lay atop her back, warmly squeezing her tits.
"And I love you, precious!" he replied.
Fay knew that he meant it. She would no longer have to resist the wonderful sense of completion that he gave her.
