An arrogant, self-centered young husband. A protected, not yet sexually awakened wife. Their boring marriage teetering on the brink of complete estrangement. To ease her boredom, the young wife decides to take riding lessons from a sensually voluptuous riding instructress.
Thus, the stage is set for R. Van Dome's fast-paced novel which exposes the blatant promiscuity of one country club riding group. Like so many other innocents suddenly thrust into a totally alien environment, the young bride in this case inevitably becomes prey to the jaded men and women of the notorious Valentine Club. Her inherent innocence and belief about her own basic morality is destroyed in one passion-filled hour when she succumbs first to her beautiful riding instructress and then, moments later, to the savage masculinity of the Valentine Club's owner.
We feel it has been years since a more refreshing first novel has appeared on the publishing scene; it fairly crackles with authenticity, and its characters-for all their faults-are believable and human. It will be a long time before readers forget the character of Sam, the crippled ex-jockey who knows more about taming wild horses and wild women than any man three times his size. And there's Chuck, whose brand on a woman is the equivalent to a Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval so far as sexuality is concerned.
Farm Girl's Delight begins in the staid, politely intelligent conversation circles of a university campus and then moves to the no-holds-barred field of the riding arena where the smell of sweating horse flesh and the feel of a saddle between the legs quickly brings to the fore all the hidden feelings in hot-blooded women.
We feel that most mature readers will enjoy the fine writing in Mr. Van Dome's novel. Because of its realistic dialogue and explicit narration, however, we cannot recommend it to the timid or the easily offended.
-The Publishers
CHAPTER ONE
The little iron bed was very much on Brenda Holden's mind as she stood at the paddock rail, barking instructions to the attractive young brunette who was riding poor old Denny slowly around and around inside the ring.
"Heels down!" she repeated for the umpteenth time. "Back straight. Keep the elbows in... just try to relax, Mrs. Bullock."
The other woman nodded and attempted a smile without much success. She sat on the worn out old horse as if he were a load of dynamite, ready to explode any minute.
Brenda caught herself wondering what Chuck would think of her newest pupil. This was a habit she had fallen into ever since she had met Chuck at a horse show two months before and found herself in bed with him that very same night. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before. He had swept her off her feet and three days later she was saying goodbye to her family and friends and boarding a plane to come and work for him here at the Valentine Club.
He was such an overpowering man... sometimes Brenda had the impression he must have slept with the wives of all the Valentine Club members at one time or another, the way they carried on around him. Especially, that snooty red-headed, green-eyed bitch, Helene Greenbau, who acted as though she owned Chuck sometimes, even though she was the wife of his best friend.
Not that Tex Greenbau would care much what Helene did, Brenda surmised. He was always riding off into the woods with pretty young girls half his age, and she knew there were lots of cabins hidden away out there, equipped with all modern conveniences for the Club members' use. Tex had even asked her to go riding with him several times, but she had always politely refused, making it quite clear that she was Chuck Anderson's girl and wasn't interested in playing around.
It hadn't taken her long to realize that there was an awful lot of sexual promiscuity going on around the Club... wife-swapping and things like that... maybe even orgies. There was something called the Spring Hunt... of course, she'd only overheard a few snatches of conversation, but it seemed that instead of chasing a real fox with hounds and everything the way they used to, nowadays they just chose the wife of one of the members, gave her a horse and a half hour headstart and whoever caught her could strip her naked and do whatever he wanted to her, even invite his friends to ravish her at the same time.
Brenda gathered that sooner or later everybody got into the act and it sounded pretty messy, to say the least... well, she reasoned, the Club members were all free and over twenty-one and if they and their wives wanted to carry on adulterously like that, it certainly was none of her business. Her job was to teach riding and supervise the running of the stables while Chuck was off on his frequent horse buying trips. He'd been gone so long this time... already over two weeks and he'd promised it wouldn't be more than ten days at the most.
She felt a sudden sharp twinge of jealousy as the thought crossed her mind that at the very minute, when every bone in her body was aching for him, he might be making it with some little tramp in a motel room somewhere. He probably was, damn him... ! But she wasn't going to let herself think about things like that. Resolutely she chased the troubling thought away and tried to concentrate on her pupil.
"Advance the hands a little, Mrs. Bullock. That's right." After a closer look at the young brunette Brenda decided she wasn't Chuck's type at all. Her body was certainly nicely enough shaped but there was something too prim and prudishly proud about her finely chiseled facial features... and the way she tried to hide her glossy raven-black hair in that tight little bun on the back of her head was downright puritanical. Chuck liked his women eager and lusty.
So, with a toss of her own long golden-blonde hair which fell freely in a shimmering halo around her shoulders, Brenda dismissed her pupil as a possible rival and let her attention drift out beyond the ring, across the lush green, white-fenced pastures where sleek horses were grazing near the hazy distant woods. There, against the deeper green of the trees, flowering dogwood flamed incandescent in the late slanting sun.
And it was all Chuck's, she thought proudly, all the land as far as the eye could see... and the horses, the clubhouse and long row of stalls behind her... all his now. It seemed almost impossible that he had once worked here as a humble stable boy.
As if by a magnet, her mind was again drawn back to the little iron bed which stood in a tiny cubicle off the harness room. That's where Chuck had slept as a boy and that's where she knew they would start their love-making when he returned. It was like a special private ritual they had together and oh God, she loved it so much!
Brenda's full sensual mouth filled suddenly with saliva and she could almost taste the pungent maleness of Chuck's hardness locked tightly between her lips. He had told her how he had been seduced there when he was a boy only fifteen years old by a lady whose horses he took care of. Mrs. Verdos her name was, and she must have been at least forty, Chuck thought, but very rich and elegant. One night when there was a dance at the clubhouse she sneaked down to the harness room with two mint juleps made with bourbon whiskey, woke him up out of a deep sleep and made him drink one. It was the first time he'd ever had anything strong to drink... Then before he knew it she slipped her hand under the sheet and started playing with his tender young penis, stroking the foreskin up and down, pricking and teasing him hungrily with her fingernail tips... they were painted blood red, Chuck remembered... squeezing his balls and taunting him until he thought he'd go nuts... and all the while she was taking little sips of her mint julep and staring at him with these hazy, desire-filled eyes... Chuck, she had whispered, I know that to you I'm an older woman but tonight I'm going to make you a present you'll never forget. No matter how many other women do it to you, you'll never forget the first time. You'll never forget ME! Then she pulled away the sheet and ovaling her lipstick rimmed mouth wide, sank its softness slowly and teasingly down over his youthfully aching cock, feasting on the virginal boyish flesh and giving little moans of pleasure as she sucked softly and hungrily below...
Brenda pressed her thighs and vaginal lips together to try to cut off the delicious tingling sensation that started spreading up beneath the silken crotch band of her panties every time she thought about that story. I'll make you forget that bitch, she had said when Chuck told her about Mrs. Verdos on the plane... And she had insisted that that was the first place they go when they reached the Club, to the harness room and the little bed... So now it was like a ritual. Each time Chuck came back from a trip they started making love there, acting out the same oral seduction scene he had been subjected to as a boy... God, she had thought about it so much in the last two weeks, adding juicy little details here and tantalizing changes there until it was like an erotic movie going on in her head. Even while she was telling her pupil, Mrs. Bullock, mechanically to sit up straight on old Denny and keep her heels down, she could watch her own trembling hand slip under the sheet to caress Chuck's huge, excitedly throbbing cock...
Out of the corner of her eye she saw the diminutive Sam Crothers down at the far end of the stables pick up the handles of a wheelbarrow full of steaming manure and start trundling it in her direction, hobbling along grotesquely on his crippled little legs. Brenda supposed she ought to feel sorry for the poor runt-he was hardly any bigger than a dwarf - but he was so obnoxious she just couldn't. There was something obscene and suggestive in the way he was always leering at her that really made her skin crawl.
Brenda knew her fresh young body was excitingly proportioned, right from her full firm high-thrusting breasts down to her slender ankles and while working she always wore stylish black worsted riding habits which contrasted strikingly with the silky gold of her hair and set off her figure really well. She had them tailor-made... the jackets nipped in sharply at her waist, emphasizing its amazing tininess, then flaring out enticingly over the faultlessly jutting curve of her hips which slimmed gracefully down into well-rounded thighs. When she walked along with her lithe easy stride or hooked one boot over the lower rail of the paddock fence, she was well aware that the tight fit of the seat of her jodhpurs revealed just enough of her shapely buttocks to set the most jaded imagination on fire.
So naturally she was conscious of the effect she had on men and accepted their admiring glances as her proper due. The other two grooms, Andy Valdez and Ron Fuller... they were always perfectly polite and respectful to her but she could tell by the way they looked at her how much they would like to take her to bed and she didn't mind that at all. It was just that this little creep Sam Crothers was so repulsive. He might have been a great jockey before his automobile accident, as Chuck was always telling her, but at the present time he was nothing but a drunken dirty little old man who instead of going directly to the manure pile was making a long detour to come over and make life miserable for her.
Sure enough, he plunked the wheelbarrow down about a half inch from her foot and pulled a pint bottle out of the hip pocket of his overalls that hadn't been washed in at least a hundred years...
"Have a snort, Brenda," the little man offered, holding out the bottle to her with one filthy, enormous hand. "This ain't no store-bought whiskey, kiddo. This here's pure mountain dew. Go on... do you good," he insisted in his hoarse creaking voice.
"Put that bottle away, Sam!" she commanded furiously, her blue eyes blazing. The idea that the refined-looking Mrs. Bullock might think she was in the habit of drinking out of the same bottle with this horrible little creature really mortified her. "And take that manure to the dump where it belongs!"
"Hosresheeeeiiittt... Sweetest smell in the world... 'cept one," Sam insinuated knowingly. He took a long swig from his bottle, drew the back of his out-sized hand across his stubbly chin and grinned up at her obscenely with his yellow snaggle-teeth. God, what a mess he was!
"And you'd better finish cleaning out those stalls in a hurry," she admonished him. "Chuck might come back today."
"You hope, kiddo," Sam drooled at her, letting his hand drop and brush suggestively against his fly. "That tight little pussy you keep locked up inside them hot little panties of yours must be suckin' pretty hard by now, huh?"
"That's the last straw, Sam!" Brenda hissed wrathfully. "I'm gonna tell Chuck what you said! Now get the hell away from here!"
When he didn't budge, she raised her riding crop threateningly... she was so damn mad, she was really going to let him have it... right across his evil smirking mug.
He must have finally got the message because he picked up the handles of the wheelbarrow and trudged away, muttering something in his croaking voice that sounded like... "stuck-up cunt..
Fortunately, Brenda realized, Mrs. Bullock was too busy keeping old Denny moving around the circle to have noticed this little scene. She knew she shouldn't have lost her temper that way but it was Chuck's fault for having stayed away so long. With a forlorn sigh she drifted back into her private erotic movie, watching fascinatedly as her hand pulled back the sheet... and that beautiful thick hard cock of Chuck's sprang into view... with a tiny drop of semen already seeping out and glistening in the tiny cock-mouth at the end... and she... God, if Chuck didn't hurry back she was gonna go crazy between her legs!
* * *
Unknown to Brenda, Chuck Anderson had already returned and for some time had been looking down upon the little scene below from the broad picture window of his spacious bedroom on the top floor of the clubhouse. He was a burly, brown-haired, broad-shouldered man in his mid-forties, and even the elegant cut of his expensively-tailored suit of fine English tweed could not conceal the fact that he was built like a slab hewn from granite, without an ounce of excess fat on his body. In spite of many long nights spent under the glaring lights of smoke-filled gambling rooms, his craggy and slightly battered face retained the healthy sun-creased tan of a rugged out-door sportsman. There was now just the trace of a tigerish grin on his usually expressionless face as he surveyed the domain where he had once slaved as a common stable boy. He had really taken the bastards, he was thinking. By God, he had really taken the sonabitches good!
He strolled to the little bar in the corner of the luxuriously furnished room and poured himself a shot of bourbon neatly. "Here's to the secret of my success," he said aloud in a harsh sardonic voice. "To horses, cards and women!"
He raised the glass to the king-size bed across the room, where many a once-proud ass had waved in the air, awaiting his pleasure, and tossed the shot off. Then he poured another, this time savouring the mellowness of the whiskey on his tongue... And to Mrs. Verdos! he added mentally to his toast, glancing back down through the window at the slender blonde girl who would soon be hunched down between his legs, her mouth hungrily ovalled wide and eagerly taking care of his bodily needs... Brenda knew how he liked it, slow and easy at first... what a way to pass the end of a warm spring day, Chuck mused. Thank you Mrs. Verdos, ma'am! The old bag had been right in spite of herself... He'd never forgotten her or the little lesson he'd learned that night... which was just that there comes a turning point in every man's life when he has to make up his mind once and for all whether he's going to screw or be screwed.
It was that simple. And for him the turning point was with Mrs. Verdos on that hot sticky summer night so long ago. If he'd just lain there, poor dumb kid that he was, and let that snotty dame use his young body for her own selfish pleasure, taking her own good time with him until she'd had enough, he'd probably be a two-bit riding instructor in the sticks somewhere, with a bitchy wife who decided if and when he could have a little piece of tail. Instead, he was the owner of a million-dollar spread and he could pretty much choose from all the snooty society dames who he wanted to fuck and how he wanted to fuck them.
Because it had begun wrong when that arrogant lynx-eyed old bitch had dragged him out of a deep sleep, poured booze down his throat and started to do whatever she wanted with him. When she'd teased him enough for her personal satisfaction, licking and nipping up and down his aching young cock until he thought he'd go nuts, finally taking him between her soft, saliva slickened lips... she'd only slid them tantalizingly down to the rim of his torturously swollen cock-head which by that time was ready to go off in her mouth like a bomb... as if it wasn't lady-like to more than nibble. Shit! Every time he strained upward to try to shaft a little more of his hard young prick up into that genteel mouth, she'd pushed him back with a slight pressure on his sweaty hips and he knew it was an order, like her saying, 'Saddle up Brandy for me, Chuck'. She just assumed he would obey because she sure as hell knew he was strong enough to roll her over and fuck her senseless if he wanted to.
She'd gone on licking wetly and half-sucking him off and he'd gone on getting closer and closer to cumming and madder and madder... sure she was sucking him off but what was he supposed to do when she finished, salute and say thank you, Ma'am... ?
That was when it came, the turning point, not only of the moment but of his whole life.
At the last possible instant before losing control he'd reached down by blind animal instinct and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking her still-sucking mouth brutally off his almost bursting young cock, and flipped her violently over on her back. Squatting astride her with his steel-muscled buttocks grinding down on her breasts through the outrageously expensive cloth of her blouse, he glared into her frightened eyes until she opened her mouth to cry out for help... Half-crazy with rage and newborn lust he lunged forward and started fucking his vengeful cock deeper and deeper into her wide-stretched mouth. She squirmed frantically under his ruthless pounding and made such mewling pathetic pleading noises he thought he really must be killing her but by that time he was so fucking close to the ball-breaking edge of cumming they could have slipped the noose around his neck right then and there and he wouldn't have stopped fucking into her teasing little throat.
Just as he felt the first exploding surge of sperm start deep down in his churning balls, she gave one last groan of surrender and her hands leaped up to convulsively cup behind his buttocks, pulling him deeper and deeper into her welcoming throat until her little white teeth were grazing all the way down to the pubic hairs at the base of his rampaging cock. Each time he thrust down into the soft wet-velvety depths of her mouth his balls smacked heavily against her delicately-formed chin and each time he drew back he could see the insides of her now slavishly sucking lips peeling grotesquely out along the saliva-slick length of his cock until with a final earth-shuddering lunge he shot his first hotly scalding load of cum into a woman... and what an explosion! Christ, he thought he'd never cum again.
Yeah, Chuck chuckled dryly to himself, Mrs. Verdos was right when she said he'd never forget. She was just wrong about exactly what he remembered... like the way her sucked-in cheeks had suddenly ballooned out full when the first hot spurts of his dumb-kid cum had pumped into her mouth and the amazed grateful look in her shiny eyes when his thick hard young cock kept on spouting and spouting boiling jets of creamy white sperm deep into her greedily gulping throat until it overflowed and trickled out the corners of her mouth down onto the naked flesh of her neck... and the way she'd lain there moaning like a crazy woman, sucking and licking away at his rapidly softening balls.
After that, well... he'd shoveled a hell of a lot less manure. Mrs. Verdos had taken to riding almost every day out along the bridle paths deep into the woods, always insisting that Chuck go along with her... and then there'd been others, younger and prettier. Brenda Holden was the latest in a long line of sweet young things who'd done their best to make him forget the sex-starved older woman who had taken such unfair advantage of the poor innocent stable boy and. Chuck had to admit, Brenda was pretty good at sucking cock. Maybe she wasn't too bright but she had a real feel for horses, which in his book counted for more than brains, and she did a good job of running the stables while he was away. The only trouble with her was she wouldn't fuck anybody but him... and he'd as good as given his word to several of the Club members, in particular his old friend Tex Greenbau, that she would be the Fox in the Spring Hunt, which was only two weeks away now. Christ! she'd been so hot in bed that first night he'd met her, he figured she'd be a natural for the Club's annual spring festivities but uh-uh... it turned out she had this down-home idea about being faithful to her man... and she'd decided that he, Chuck Anderson, was her man.
He was going to have to set the little bitch straight on that point pretty damn fast, Chuck reflected, watching as Sam pushed his wheelbarrow up to her and offered her a drink from his bottle. He grinned when he saw her blush so red... but his grin turned to a scowl when she raised her riding crop and threatened Sam with it. Shit! There was no goddamned excuse for that, no matter what the horny little bastard had said. Sam was a buddy from the old days when he was a nothing and Brenda knew it. Yeah... he'd been too easy on her because he liked the way she handled a horse and she was getting too big for her breeches. It was time to tone her down a little. Gazing thoughtfully after Sam's misshapen figure as the little man trudged away, Chuck reached for the phone and dialed the Greenbau's number.
"Old stone face, you're back!" Helene Greenbau purred sarcastically when she heard his voice. "Now all the girls at the Club can breathe free and easy again."
"Yeah... I was wondering if you could come over tonight," Chuck said, ignoring her little gibe.
"You mean just fuck and adios or all night?" Helene inquired in her low sultry voice.
"All night." Chuck grinned into the phone. The line hummed and in his mind's eye he could picture her clearly, probably stretched put somewhere, twisting a strand of that crazy flame-colored hair of hers around one finger the way she always did when she was considering the pros and cons of a proposition, whether it was buying a farm, choosing who was to be the next governor of state or just a quick roll in the hay.
"What about Goldilocks?" she wanted to know finally. "I thought it was always Mrs. Verdos's time in the harness room with her when you came back from a trip."
"Brenda's gonna be tied up tonight," Chuck told her. "I thought maybe you could pinch-hit for old times' sake.' Briefly he filled Helene in on the little surprise he had planned for Brenda and she agreed to come over to the Club after a meeting she had to go to with Tex.
"I never believed that story about you and Mrs. Verdos, you dumb hick," she said as she rang off. "But I can still Mrs. Verdos you right out of your dumb-hick mind."
"Are you all right?"
A sharp alarmed voice jolted Brenda abruptly out of her erotic daydream of Chuck and the stable and back to reality. She found herself leaning weakly against the paddock rail, clutching a post tightly with both of her hands and gasping for breath.
"I thought you were going to faint," the anxious voice continued. "You ought to lie down."
Brenda looked up and saw that old Denny had stopped right in front of her and that Mrs. Bullock was looking down at her with an expression of worried concern on her pale refined face. .
"Oh! No... I-I'm all right now," Brenda stammered, wracking her still passion-blurred brain for something to say. Jesus, had her imagination ever run away with her that time! It had been so real. Her hands were all hot and sticky as if she'd really been haunched down over Chuck, stroking the loose skin slowly up and down the thick rock-hard shaft of his cock, and in her mind she'd heard him groan and say, suck it, Brenda, go on, suck it...
With an effort she pulled herself together. "I just had sort of a... a hot flash," she explained to Mrs. Bullock lamely.
"Oh, I understand," the other young woman sympathized. "I get them too. We'd better stop the lesson."
"Oh no, honestly, Mrs. Bullock, it's all right now," Brenda insisted. The sincere warmth and concern in her pupil's voice touched Brenda's heart and all of a sudden she found herself liking this strange raven-haired, gray-eyed girl, who was truly beautiful but seemed so unsure of herself and handled her body so timidly. Brenda looked up and smiled gratefully at her.
Returning the smile, Mrs. Bullock said, "God, I thought you were going to fall down and I couldn't have gotten off this dumb horse fast enough to help you... please just call me Faye," she added shyly. "If it isn't too informal... I mean, I know there's a lot of etiquette involved in riding schools."
"Okay, Faye. I'm Brenda," Brenda replied warmly. "There is one rule though. You're supposed to wear a riding habit. Mr. Anderson, the owner of the Club, is very strict about that."
"Oh, I'm sorry!" Faye exclaimed in dismay. "I didn't know if I could really learn to ride and it seemed silly to spend a lot of money... do you think I can?" she added anxiously. "Learn to ride?"
"Well, not if we stand here gabbing all day," Brenda grinned up at her broadly. "Let's try a little trotting now."
Faye kicked ineffectually at Denny's sides with her tennis shoes but he wouldn't budge. Brenda realized that beneath his belly his old hose of a thing was dangling halfway to the ground and at the same time became aware of a warm, wet moistness seeping from the soft, panty-clad furrow between her own legs. That erotic fantasy she'd indulged in had released her pent-up vaginal juices and the fool horse had scented them and become aroused as if she was a mare in heat or something. Abruptly, all the frustration she had been feeling because Chuck had been gone so long was transferred to the horse, and she whacked him hard on the rump with her riding crop. The poor old thing lurched off with Faye Bullock hanging on for dear life.
"I believe that horse senses something sexy," Chuck's deep amused voice said right behind her.
"Oh Chuck!" Brenda jumped in surprise and whirled around. "You bastard! What took you so long?" Without waiting for an answer she strained against him, thrusting her pink hungry tongue as deep into his unresponsive mouth as she could, swirling it around passionately. Even through all their clothes she could feel the thickness of his huge cock lying limp against his slackened balls and the spell of her recent sex fantasy was still so strong on her that just the idea of his beautiful prick being there so close was driving her crazy. She arched up on her toes longingly and ground her yearning pelvic mound feverishly against the fleshy bulge under his trousers, angry that he was so calm while she was so excited.
Chuck held her tightly against him but his tawny eyes were following the progress of the cute little brunette's voluptuous young ass as it undulated lewdly with old Denny's ambling gait, stretching the taut cloth of her jeans almost to the breaking point. There was also a nice pair of tits bouncing up and down under that flimsy shirt, big luscious well-rounded ones he was willing to bet, and from the childishly innocent look on her pale face he reckoned they hadn't been sucked as much as they deserved.
He got a better look at her face as she jogged past him along the rail, frowning in concentration as she tried to catch the horse's rhythm. Not exactly his type, he judged. She looked like a prissy little fancy-pants but goddamnit there had to be something... something cooped up in a body like that, bursting to get out.
She couldn't ride worth a damn either, he saw, because obviously she was afraid of the horse. And women who were afraid of horses were most likely to be afraid of men too. On the other hand, if they could be taught to ride, they could be taught to fuck.
Or vice versa.
It was the kind of problem he had solved many times in the past with great success and personal satisfaction. These were the thoughts going through his mind when he saw her turn quickly in the saddle and look back. Her wide startled eyes met his, her pale cheeks crimsoned brightly and she jerked her head around angrily as she realized he was studying her body.
Well, well. Chuck felt a sudden dull throb in his alerted cock which he knew was more in response to that secret exchange of glances than to the pressure of Brenda's cock-starved little pussy.
"Who's that on Denny?" he asked casually.
"Her name's Faye Bullock, dammit, Chuck honey. I was just thinking about you before you came. I want to suck you so hard I'm going crazy. I want to suck your cock and suck it... all night long." She jammed her hand into his pants pocket and expertly fished up the heavy bulbous head of his still-limp penis where she could massage it under the cover of his jacket.
"Not Professor Bullock's wife? From out at State?" he asked, pretending to ignore her skillful handling of his cock which nevertheless was beginning to twitch and swell as the old familiar pressure started to build up in his balls. They'd make a right pretty picture in bed together, he was thinking, with Brenda so blonde and this other broad with her coal black hair. He sure wouldn't mind watching them suck each other's hot little cunts for a while before he double-fucked the two young bitches within an inch of their lives.
Christ! He winced as Brenda in her impatience rammed her sharp red nails right through the thin cloth of his pocket and grabbed the soft hairy sac of his balls with her bare hand.
"You could'a saved yourself some sewing by just unzipping my fly," he commented dryly.
"Little Faye's gonna see what you're doing anyway."
"Little Faye!" Brenda snorted sarcastically. "Jesus, Chuck, she's got another whole half hour to go. I just can't stand it!"
"Well, maybe I can... uh... ex-pee-dite the lesson," Chuck drawled exaggeratedly, a faint ironic smile twisting his lips. "Why don't you fix us up a couple of Mrs. Verdos' juleps while I take over."
"Be my guest!" Brenda laughed roguishly, withdrawing her hand from his pocket and giving him her riding crop just as old Denny turned the corner and plodded slowly toward them.
* * *
All this time Faye Bullock had been riding around and around in a dazed state of semi-shock. First, there'd been the way her teacher, Brenda Holden, had thrown herself at that awful hulking brute of a man who looked like some kind of gangster or worse. He had such a hard, unfeeling mouth, she just knew he was evil, and how a sweet, clean-cut, beautiful girl like Brenda could kiss a mouth like that, Faye couldn't even begin to understand. But she hadn't only kissed him. She'd let him press her up against him in that disgusting manner. Then there'd been the revolting way he'd stared at her all the time he was kissing the girl, as if he knew something about her she didn't know herself. And when she turned to look back-she was so furious with herself for doing that she could cry. When she'd looked over her shoulder, he'd winked at her, she was almost sure of that, anyway, he'd done something with his eyes, made some kind of sign... she yanked nervously on the reins as her horse whinnied and suddenly began to prance along like a completely new animal.
"Relax, Faye," she heard a deep voice say. "Just lay your hands on .the pommel of the saddle and let the reins slack. Whoa, Denny!"
The obedient horse stopped immediately and Faye looked up to see the horrid man striding toward her, glaring up at her savagely as if he wanted to beat her with the riding crop he was swatting angrily against his pants-leg.
"I'm Chuck Anderson, the owner of this Club," he said, scowling at her grimly. "Now before we continue this lesson, there are three things I want to say to you. One, that horse ain't going to eat you up. Two, for the last ten minutes you ain't been riding that horse... he's been riding you. And three, the clothes you're wearing are an insult to that horse. Now get your feet out of those stirrups!"
Faye was so shocked by the horrible way he snarled at her, all she could manage was to stammer out weakly, "Why?"
"So you can feel the saddle and the horse under it with your crotch and react rhythmically to him," he replied crudely.
Faye couldn't believe her ears. Nobody had ever spoken to her in such an uncouth, insulting manner before, never in her whole life.
"I don't want to ride any more! I'm getting down!" she cried angrily. She tried to swing her leg up over the saddle and scramble down off the other side of the horse but his hand streaked out like a striking snake and grabbed her slender ankle in an iron grip just above her tennis shoe. The contact of his hard calloused fingers with her bare tender skin was like an electric shock, shooting volts of weird unnatural energy up her leg and out through her whole body which was already half-paralyzed with fright. She was helplessly pinioned up there on top of the horse and there was absolutely nothing she could do about it. Nobody - no man had ever handled her so roughly and coarsely, like this, and it was all she could do to keep from bursting into tears.
"Out with the feet!" he ordered her harshly again. "By God, I'm ready to stay here all night to teach you how to do it!"
This time she obeyed meekly, anything to get away from the pressure of those terrible vise-like fingers, and he started slapping the horse's neck affectionately, scratching his ears and chuckling, "How's old Denny, how's the old boy? Still some life left up there, hunh? Old sonovagun."
Faye was amazed to hear how gentle - why, almost tender - his voice had suddenly become and Denny obviously loved him. He nickered softly as if in reply, rubbing his head up and down against his master's jacket and thrusting and nudging with his nose. Chuck took two pieces of sugar from his pocket and let the big bay horse nuzzle them from the palm of his hand.
"Faye, this was some horse in his day," he said, still in the same gentle tones. "So when you come back out here... " he paused and his voice cracked out like a whip, "Wear something that don't put his old age to shame!"
"Y-y-yessir!" Faye stammered submissively.
Leaning against the outdoor bar at the near end of the row of stalls, Brenda had been watching this scene amusedly, while sipping her mint julep. When she heard Faye Bullock, who was obviously of an excellent family and probably used to being waited on hand and foot by a houseful of servants, call Chuck 'Sir,' she had to shake her head admiringly. She had never seen it to fail. Once Chuck stepped into the ring he was boss; he was the Riding Master!
"Okay," Chuck said brusquely. "Let's go. Hup!"
And so off they went, around and around as the sun sank rapidly below the distant wooded hills and the twilight deepened in the riding ring, until Faye forget who she was, where she was, what she was doing, responding automatically to Chuck's relentless lashing orders that seemed to direct and control the slightest movement she made. She was no longer a person, just an extension of the horse, and gradually her fear-tightened buttocks relaxed and through the worn cloth of her blue jeans she could feel the smooth hard leather of the saddle sliding against the slightly spread lips of her vagina and the friction of her tiny bud-like clitoris against the front of the saddle, particularly when they cantered. A warm dizzy hypnotic glow spread through her sensually-awakening body, and she felt like she could go on forever. After ten minutes, she was so deep in this dreamy trance-like state that she didn't even realize Chuck had used insulting language to her again when he barked, "Back straight! I'd like to see a little tit out there!" She merely straightened her back, thrust out her breasts and rode on.
"Okay. That's enough for today," Chuck said a long time later. "Show Faye the proper way to dismount." He flipped the riding crop to Brenda and strode off through the darkening dusk toward the harness room.
CHAPTER TWO
Holding two tall frosted silver cups of mint julep in her trembling hands, Brenda was standing next to the little bed, torn between two overpowering and directly opposite urges. One was to sink down and lovingly caress the sleeping "boy"... The other was to hurl the contents of both cups right into his goddamned face as hard as she could! Because the bastard was really sound asleep... and to her way of thinking that was pushing the act a little bit too far. Damnit! The burning ache that had been building up in her hungrily throbbing cunt, in her whole insides for godsake, ever since he'd come back... Jesus, ever since he'd gone away... was more than she could stand! She took a long swig out of one cup, then to hell with it, out of the other one, and to hell with Mrs. Verdos too.
The bastard had been cheating on her, that's all there was to it. He hadn't responded to her kisses. He'd said he was gonna hurry up Faye Bullock's lesson and then he'd deliberately dragged it out as long as he could, obviously enjoying every minute of his power over the poor girl... Brenda gulped the rest of one julep and tossed the heavy cup over her shoulder. It bounced noisily on the floor and clanged against a wall. Chuck twitched slightly but didn't wake up. His battered face looked young in his sleep, younger and more innocent, damn him! As the light faded she could easily imagine how he must have looked as a boy, before the heavy nose had been smashed off center and the blunt jaw ripped open. In some barroom brawl, she supposed. He'd never told her... His whole body was covered with scars. She felt a wave of tenderness enveloping her...
No! He was a ruthless unscrupulous bastard who was using her the way he used everybody else. She did a good job of running the Club while he was away screwing around and when he came back, there she was waiting for him, his private whore. She drained the second cup, revelling in the harsh cleansing sensation of facing the bitter truth at last. She'd heard about those famous poker games... the men he'd ruined... at least one suicide made to look like an accident so the destitute family could collect the insurance money. The best thing for her to do was pack her bag and get the hell out of his life. He'd defiled her... dragged her through the mud... debased her. She'd never sucked anybody's cock before she met him. Oh sure, she was no prude, she knew anything and everything was fine and wonderful between two people who loved each other... but he didn't love her!
All the liquor she had drunk so fast suddenly hit her with a jolt, and she had to sit down on the edge of the bed, grabbing her spinning head with both hands. Gradually out of the alcoholic fog clouding her mind came a better idea. She'd leave him all right, but first she'd get even. She'd give the son of a bitch the time of his life, right up the very last second, then she'd get up and walk away, leaving him there begging her to suck it. Well, Brenda thought grimly, this time he'd have to finish it himself. Jerk off the way he did before Mrs. Verdos came along, and she was ready to bet her boots he'd made up that whole story just to get her to do his bidding. Of course he had!
With a sudden sense of power Brenda quickly stripped off her clothes and climbed nakedly into bed beside him, pushing his inert weight with all her might to make room for herself.
Chuck muttered something and automatically shifted his massive frame without waking up. Brenda snapped on the overhead light and stared down suspiciously at his sleeping face. His bushy eyebrows were furrowed in a frown as if he was concentrating on something and his lips moved but no sound came out. Leaving the light on, she stretched out beside him, so that the resilient mounds of her large full breasts pressed against his hairy chest. She could feel the limp thickness of his dormant cock angled across the soft flesh of her lower thigh. The familiar contact automatically released a flow of anticipatory sensual delight coursing through her body, stiffening her nipples in their pinkish coronas, relaxing her cuntal muscles as the lubricating juices deep in her vagina began their downward progress toward her already moistly swollen pussy lips. God, he has me well-trained, she thought, like one of that Russian guy's dogs, salivating at the sound of a bell. Well, she couldn't control her instinctive bodily functions, but she could and did blot out any feeling of pleasure from her mind, deriving a kind of masochistic satisfaction from the fact that she was able to do so.
Looking down at his beat-up face with cool detachment, she wormed her hand down to the base of his penis and lifted its flaccid length up so that the warm bulbous head was pressing against her belly. Then she gently pulled down the heavy foreskin, and with the pad of her middle finger began to massage the sensitive underside of the glans, moistening it from time to time with her own warmly seeping pussy juices and studying his face for any sign that he was waking up. She couldn't really hate him, she realized, but at last she could see him for what he was... an arrogant, cynical, selfish bastard; and it was about time he got a little of what he'd been dishing out. With a kind of remote clinical interest she felt his thick cock lengthening and swelling as it throbbed to erection feeling like a red-hot branding iron against the taut white flesh of her belly. She quickly erased that image from her mind with the contemptuous thought that he had no control over his unconscious bodily reactions than she did over hers. "And," she told herself as his eyelids flickered, "if he calls me Mrs. Verdos, I'll scratch his eyes out."
"Hi, baby." Chuck grinned and stretched drowsily, then his brawny arm circled her naked shoulders and pulled her mouth against his moistly parted lips in a long kiss. "Christ, it's good to get home."
His dark-ringed, tawny, catlike eyes searched her blue ones for a moment, then he grinned again boyishly, "I guess you're mad at me, huh?"
"Oh no," she replied, trying to keep her voice neutral and not show how infuriated that boyish act made her. "Why should I be?"
"Well, I could've phoned you I'd be a few days late," he said apologetically. "But, honey, I didn't dare leave the game long enough to put through a call, and that's the god's honest truth. I hardly took a pee for two days. Never had such a bad run of cards in my whole life. But I made out all right in the end."
I'll bet you did, Brenda thought bitterly. Afraid that he would read in her eyes that she didn't believe him, she buried her face against his sinewy neck, intensely aware of his healthy male odor in spite of herself, and resumed her soft ministrations of his thick burgeoning cock.
"Hold it, baby," he said, gently removing her hand. "Who's ahead of who?" He swung lightly over her to the floor and walked to the little chest of drawers which had once held all his worldly possessions. Watching the feline way he moved, like some great jungle animal, Brenda's heart sank. He was such a powerful man, she thought, watching the way his bulging shoulder muscles flexed as he flipped the drawers in and out, looking for something. How had she ever been naive enough to think she could tame him? As he bent over, she could see his heavy balls swinging freely between his muscle-corded thighs, and for a moment all her resolutions deserted her. All in the world she wanted to do was cup that soft leathery sac in her two hands and...
"Pure mountain dew," Chuck chuckled, turning around with a half-full pint bottle in his hand. "I knew Sam was bound to have some stashed around here somewhere." He tilted his head back and took a long swig, his fully erect penis jutting out from the dense growth of his pubic hairs like a blunt spear swiveling this way and that in search of a target.
At the mention of Sam's name, Brenda's determination returned to her immediately, and she was again sure she could control the situation. After all, between that little creep, and Chuck, what really was the difference... aside from a hundred pounds or so? All either of them honestly cared about was horses.
"Here's to Miz Verdos, God rest her soul in peace," Chuck toasted teasingly. He drained the pint, tossed it into the corner next to the dented silver cup and vaulted back into bed, smelling like a brewery. Uuugh, Brenda thought, so much the better. It would make it just that much easier for her to carry through her plan.
She began to plant quick soft wet little kisses on his neck, intending to lick her way slowly and tantalizingly down his chest and across his flat hard stomach, kneading his balls steadily as she always did-but this time his right hand clamped firmly on her back held her immobile, and for a moment she thought, my god, he's falling asleep again. Then his left hand forced her chin up until her wetly open mouth was locked against his and he thrust his now rounded and pointed tongue between her teeth under he tongue and up to the roof of her mouth, swabbing every surface he could reach with an urgency he hadn't shown in a long time. Simultaneously his right hand began a long sweeping motion up the silky-skinned plane up her back, starting at her hips, sinuously following the curve of her waist up to her rib cage and on up to her shoulder where he gave her an affectionate little squeeze... which he knew she couldn't resist, the bastard... then his thumb began the slow journey down her tingling spine, vertebra by vertebra, until it reached the crevice between her nakedly quivering buttocks where it hovered briefly before starting up again.
Brenda fought with every ounce of her willpower against the blissful glow which was suffusing her entire being. God how wonderful it would be to be held and caressed this way by someone who really loved you, but she knew Chuck was just putting on an act, pretending he had missed her, pretending... Each time his thumb traveled down her spine his middle finger preceded it penetrating a little deeper into her crevice almost to her tiny puckered anus where it seemed to poise hesitantly before moving away. In spite of all she could do Brenda felt her buttocks thrusting outward to meet this titillating intrusion while at the same time her mind warned her that Chuck was turning the tables on her, she was becoming the mouse and he the cat, instead of the other way around as she had planned.
Suddenly as if he, himself, could no longer stand this tantalizing foreplay, Chuck gave an animal-like groan deep in Brenda's mouth and his outstretched middle finger slid past the tight nether ring of her anus, prying her buttocks apart, and dipped up from behind into the warmly welcoming hole of her cunt. He began rotating his finger, preparing her heated vaginal walls for the lust-swollen head of his rigidly throbbing cock which she could feel burning and pulsating against her belly. Oh God, he wants me, he really wants me, she thought. It was his groan... as if he were really letting go... that got to her even more than the searing flames of erotic desire spreading like wildfire through her love-starved loins. She knew she had already lost the battle for her wantonly excited body, let him take her body, as long as she could keep her mind clear... maintain her aloofness... the way he always did. Of course, he wanted her body, he always wanted somebody's body, didn't he? But what he really wanted was complete mastery over her mind and soul, and that she would no longer give him. She really wasn't sure how long she could hold out against his masculine charm. I shouldn't have drunk all those juleps. If only he'll hurry and make me cum before I get too excited! She didn't want to slip down into her usual mindless whirlpool of lust where there was nothing to be felt or thought about but blind excruciating sensual pleasure. Oh, she knew how he could wait, she knew that watchful catlike look in his eyes as he skillfully brought her closer and closer to the verge...
Her loins jerked and a thousand needle pricks of delight shot out from the tiny nerve-plexus of her swelling clitoris as he wedged his thick hand in farther from the rear between her splayed buttocks until his middle finger reached the pulsating little bud, stroking it up and down, sideways, and around. Frantically she reached down between their nakedly straining bodies to try to snare the blood-engorged head of his penis, hoping that with the pumping of her hand she could force him to take her faster... before she lost all semblance of control.
Just at that instant, as if he'd read her mind, he drew his mouth away from hers and slid his body down until his shaggy head was poised at the fleshy cleft between her two proudly dancing breasts. Rolling her over on her back and shifting his body away, he drew his hand up between her moist clasping vagina. Chuck began finger-fucking her in earnest. At the same time, he was greedily sucking one of her erect little nipples as if he had never had it in his mouth before and cupping her other breast with his free hand, sliding the edge of his palm up the soft full undercurve to pinch and roll the cherry-red tip between thumb and forefinger.
Except for the spasmodic clenching and unclenching of her buttock muscles as she thrust her warmly welcoming pussy upward to meet Chuck's fingers, Brenda did not move. She lay there on a rising tide of erotic excitement, fighting with quiet desperation for control of herself and waiting for the telltale raising of his head from her breast that would say he was through with his foreplay. When he did that she would say, "Suck it, Chuck. Suck my cunt!" And when she had cum, she would go upstairs and pack her bag and leave the rotten son of a bitch lying there with a hard-on.
But this time he didn't raise his head. He seemed to have lost himself entirely in his hunger for her love-starved body. With fast-growing apprehension and excitement, the young blonde felt his lust-thickened tongue and voraciously-sucking mouth move down across her quivering belly, pausing to suck and probe thrillingly at the little indentation of her navel. Could she be wrong? Brenda wondered. He certainly wasn't behaving like a man who had just climbed out of some other woman's bed, and it was true he had looked more tired than usual that afternoon, but that could just as well be from fucking his head off as from playing poker nonstop for two days. With a man like Chuck how could you ever know for sure?
But God, what he was doing to her certainly didn't feel like he was putting on an act, he seemed to be completely beside himself with urgent desire and at the same time so tender.
Maybe he really hadn't touched another woman all during those two weeks, maybe he really had been faithful to her! She raised her head from the pillow to watch fascinatedly and with growing hope as he parted her thighs impatiently to make room for himself and haunched down on all fours between her widespread legs, lowering his panting face to the moist pink slit of her flowering cunt. As his warm eager lips closed around the palpitating bud of her clitoris and he began to suck at it greedily-like a famished child at the life-giving breast of its mother - Brenda gave a deep, heart-felt sigh of relief and let the last shreds of her angry suspicious flow away in long delicious tremors of pure rapture. "Oooooohhh, yessssss, yessss!" She reached down and tangled her slim strong fingers lovingly in his tousled brown hair...
"Jesus, Chuck, lemme at her! I can't wait no goddamn longer."
There was no mistaking the hoarse croaking voice Brenda lunged convulsively upward, like a doe struck in full flight by a hunter's bullet, and struggled to throw herself off the bed. At first the full meaning of the words did not penetrate her sex and alcohol fogged brain, her instinctive reaction was just to hide her nakedly exposed body from the lewd stare of that horrible little Sam Crothers. Even when she saw Sam hobble stark naked into the room, excitedly stroking his erect, evil-looking penis, and realized that Chuck had pinned her frantically writhing hips to the bed with his massive forearm and was holding both her slender wrists with his other vise-like hand, she couldn't admit the evidence of her senses... that it had all been set up, planned in advance! Oh God no. Chuck couldn't be that big a bastard! The shock was just too enormous for her to comprehend it all at once.
"Chuck!" she wailed piteously, looking up at him with stricken pleading eyes. It had to be... a test... Chuck was putting her to some kind of awful test that he would explain later... His hard-bitten face was without expression as he held her nakedly defenseless body down on the bed, but the sardonic glint in his tawny eyes finally brought the truth home to her. He had deliberately planned the whole thing, and now he was going to turn her over to this obscene, perverted little creep for whatever diabolical things he wanted her to do. Sam had already scrambled up on the bed and was standing astride her, brandishing a heavy hook cane in one hand and with the other stroking his long thick cock which jutted out menacingly from the patch of reddish-brown pubic hair between his spindly legs. Realization of the total extent of her abject humiliation washed over Brenda in wave after wave of horror and despair.
"Surprised, kiddo?" Sam croaked exultantly. "Never thought you'd see a cock as big as this on a little fella like me, did'ja?" He bared his yellow teeth in a lascivious grin of triumph, continuing to pull the loose foreskin feverishly back and forth over his lust-swollen cock-head as if he was afraid he would lose his erection if he stopped for a second. The pendulous red-veined sac of his cum-filled balls swung freely back and forth between his bow legs in time with his vile manipulations, and Brenda turned her head away from the ex-jockey's lewd grin.
"So that's it?" she said in a lifeless voice ceasing all resistance and looking up at Chuck with dull hopeless eyes.
"Well, I think Sam deserves a little fun," Chuck replied mildly, as if he was expressing an opinion about the weather. "He does more work around here than all the rest of you put together."
All the rest of you, Brenda repeated in her mind. For Chuck she'd been just another one of the hired hands all along and now she was the hired hands' whore. God, what had she ever done to deserve to be in a situation like this? All she had ever wanted was to win the love and respect of a decent man, surely that wasn't too much to ask of life. She had been faithful and loyal to Chuck... looked after his interests... given herself to him heart and soul. And now this... unbelievable abomination... was her reward. Tears of shame and despair welled up in her bewildered blue eyes.
"I'll do anything he wants," she mumbled thickly. "Just you go away."
"Stick around, Chuck! You might learn something," Sam cackled excitedly, straddling up along Brenda's nakedly voluptuous body until the bulbous drooling head of his penis was directly above her face. She twisted to one side to avoid a long strand of semen dangling down toward her mouth.
"Taste it, don't waste it. You'll be begging for it later," the little man giggled hoarsely. "Leave go of her, Chuck. I can handle this filly. I'm gonna ride her down a road she ain't about to forget." He jabbed the rubber-tipped end of his cane into Brenda's navel and gave it a sharp twist.
"Aaaaaaggggghhh!" Brenda groaned, not because it really hurts that much but because she was still vaguely hoping that Chuck would take pity on her and call off this demented little friend. In her dazed mind she was still groping for a reason for this degrading humiliation he was subjecting her to. He must be punishing her... that was it... Chuck must be punishing her but for what? What had she done wrong? She wracked her brain futilely for an answer but only one made sense: Chuck was a monster, a sadistic monster. She could see him pulling up his shirt as Sam prodded her nipples with the end of his heavy curve-handled cane.
"Oooohhh, doooon't," she pleaded pathetically, to no avail whatsoever. Chuck finished straightening his collar with exaggerated care and handed a riding crop-Brenda's own riding crop-to the awful little man.
"Now, if she gives you any trouble, Sam," he said matter-of-factly, "use this on her. But don't mark her up too much, okay? I got a date." Then he turned on his heels and strode off into the darkness of the harness room and outside.
"Don't you worry, Chuck," Sam called after him. "We'll get along just fine. Won't we, kiddo?" he added leering down at Brenda and lightly switching the quivering white mounds of her naked young breasts with the leather loop at the end of the crop. "You're on the other end of the whip now, Miss High-and-Mighty.
Brenda lunged up and caught his two thick wrists with her hands, but he twisted them from her grasp effortlessly, giving her a sharp painful rap on the side of her head with the heavy cane and a stinging lash across the belly with the riding crop. God, it was just as if he was reminding a recalcitrant horse who's boss! She realized that despite his puny size she was no match for his wiry strength. "The greatest hands in the business," wasn't that what Chuck said? Sam had the greatest hands in the business when he was still riding. There wasn't a horse in the world he couldn't hold... She sank numbly back on the bed, gritting her teeth to keep from whimpering aloud. She had no choice but to submit to whatever vile loathsome things he intended to do to her, but at least she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing any reaction on her part. She would lie there like a corpse until he had finished and, she vowed grimly to herself, she would make Chuck Anderson pay for this if it was the last thing she ever did.
"That's better," Sam growled down at her. "I like'em high-spirited, but there's a time for everything. Now spread'em!" he ordered, switching the tender flesh of her inner thighs lightly with the looped leather thong at the end of the crop. "Wider!" he commanded again, as she started to part her legs slowly. In spite of her resolution she cringed instinctively as she felt the loop swish back and forth between her thighs, mounting with tingling little swipes closer and closer to her pubic mound and the sparse golden hairs of her vagina, still wet and throbbing from Chuck's mouth earlier.
She closed her eyes to shut out the sight of his beady little eyes staring down at her nakedly exposed cunt, and as he chuckled obscenely, she felt herself slowly dying inside. Her whole world had been turned upside down in just a few minutes and now she was more alone than she had ever been in her life.
She heard the bed springs twang with the former jockey's shifting weight as he haunched down between her legs. She waited with bated breath for him to begin the foul defilement of her most secret organs but... nothing happened!
Uneasily she opened her eyes and raised her head to look down through the valley formed by her firm upstanding breasts to her fearfully cringing pussy. Sam's reptilian almost-bald little head was poised motionless a few inches above her vaginal slit as his pointed tongue slithered uncontrollably in and out of his half-open mouth in gluttonous anticipation of the feast awaiting him. Oh God, she wanted to cry out, do it! Hurry up and get it over with!
The little tingles of sensation which he had started by flicking the leather thong back and forth between her defenseless thighs were somehow multiplied a thousandfold by the sight of his narrow head hovering there at her private opening. It was like an army of itching nipping ants crawling through the moistly matted growth of her pubic curls and down the desire-slickened walls of her cunt. She watched hypnotized as his tongue stopped its slithery motion for a brief instant, then darted lizardlike toward her defenselessly open vagina.
Ooooooh! My God, nooooo! she moaned as his sharp cheekbones drove against her pelvis and his long slippery tongue spread an incredible distance up her quivering cuntal passage. At first she thought that somehow he had shoved the supple end of the crop up her cunt, it just didn't seem possible anyone could have a tongue that long, but then she felt the pulsing life in it as it began to swirl around deep up inside her. Of their own will her hips began a frantic upward-bucking motion against his face... not in search of pleasure, but to find relief from the unbearable flames of desire that seemed to be spreading like some malevolent disease all over her hyper-sensitive inner surfaces.
"God, God, God!" she wailed, pounding her clenched fists down into the mattress. She had been prepared to resist anything but not this! This wasn't human, this long skewering tongue which suddenly transformed itself into a soft hungering animal as it withdrew from her vagina and wriggled along her leechlike on her erect little clitoris, sucking it relentlessly until she could feel it expanding painfully to twice its normal size. She made one last desperate effort to close her thighs against the nightmarish intrusion, but Sam's clawlike fingers dug deeper and more cruelly into the soft white moons of her buttocks, pulling them apart until she felt she would be ripped in two... and finally she gave up the unequal struggle, flopping back exhaustedly on the bed, her head lolling from side to side.
Hurt me!
she prayed silently to herself. Oh, hurt me more! All I want to feel is pain, pain, pain from this venomous little bastard. But she knew it was too late to pray for pain; that slavering animal-like tongue was already fanning the intolerable flames of lust to a raging inferno, with wetly tantalizing strokes up and down the entire length of her quivering cuntal slit. In spite of her revulsion and horror at the idea of being so thoroughly subjugated in this lewd way, tiny waves of illicit pleasure were radiating with increasing intensity throughout her loins. As her hips began to writhe and twitch under Sam's moistly working mouth, the naked young blonde realized there was nothing she could do to stop her body from betraying her in this debasing parody of love. God oh God, why had Chuck done this to her? Why hadn't he just let her go away if he had no feeling for her? Now nothing would ever be the same again. Even if some day she found another man she could care for, she would never be able to make pure innocent love with him... never be able to shut out the memory of that obscene reptilian head between her legs and that flickering lizardlike tongue incessantly probing and filling her loins with unwanted desire. Even as her hips began to move upward more and more urgently, tears filled her eyes and shuddering sobs wracked her helpless body.
As he continued his vengeful tongue-fucking of her wide-split cunt, Sam's beady eyes, roved avidly over the lushly ripened body writhing before him; his glance paused with special pleasure on the angry red welt that had risen on the creamy skin of her belly where he had lashed her. Raise your whip to Sam Crothers, will ya, kiddo? he grinned to himself. That'll teach you. You're trotting now, little filly, and pretty soon you'll be cantering, and before the night's over you'll be galloping down that long dark road. Ain't nothin' - horse no woman - ever been rode by Sam Crothers that ever forgot the ride. But first we got to get you saddled up right.
Before she knew what was happening he had grabbed the backs of her knees and forced her straining thighs up against her breasts so that the whole wet plane of her vagina was exposed to his tongue. Starting at her pulsing clitoris he slowly drew his tongue along the deepening furrow between her pussy lips to the tight little ring of her defenselessly upturned anus. Then grinning to himself, he thrust his hardened tongue-tip into the puckering hole with all the force he could muster.
"Oooooooh, nooo, don't! God, don't!" she moaned, wincing away from the searing unnatural contact. Even Chuck had never done that to her, and now she understood why. Sam's skewerlike tongue felt like a hot poker being twisted around and around in the tight rubbery ring. But he paid no attention to her pleading, and now his hard thumbs were prying her tightly clenching buttocks as far apart as possible to give his probing tongue greater access to her anus, and she could feel the tip penetrating farther and farther...
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she screamed, as another far more excruciating jab of pain followed almost immediately, and she realized that he must have rammed one of his fingers way up inside her. She squirmed with all her might to get away from that horrible thrusting finger, but it followed her mercilessly until she was nakedly back against the bars of the bed and could go no farther. Then as Brenda looked down on him in fascinated horror, Sam began a circling reaming motion with his outstretched middle finger, widening the tiny puckered ring. Gradually the pain subsided to be replaced by a completely new sensation that was delicious and burning at the same time.
"The bit always hurts a little at first, little filly," Sam said. "But you'll get used to it. Then we'll go for a real ride. So come back down here."
When the naked young blonde girl refused to move, he picked up the riding crop and deftly lashed the nipple of her left breast with the leather tong, not hard enough to raise a welt, but hard enough to make her scream in fear and immediately inch back down into the bed cautiously.
"Now turn over and stick that sweet little ass up high in the air," he ordered, with his finger still securely embedded in the warm quivering depths of her rectum. Gingerly she did as ordered, and he began to fuck his tongue slowly in and out of her puckering anal ring, withdrawing it almost to the tip and then thrusting in again. A delicious flickering sensation began spreading up through Brenda's kneeling body, rippling through her stomach up into her nakedly swinging breasts. The shame and humiliation she knew she would feel later abruptly faded from her mind as she wantonly screwed her buttocks back against the goading finger. As the tight puckered ring relaxed and became soft, Sam began drawing his finger all the way out, and she could hear him suck it noisily, moistening it with his saliva before thrusting it back in again to the hilt. Each withdrawal was an agonizing delight, particularly the last fraction of an inch before the finger popped out, and each inward thrust was less and less painful... God, she was actually enjoying it, Brenda mused humbly to herself. There seemed to be no limits to the depths of degradation her lust-fired body was capable of dragging her down into, no defilement it couldn't turn into a source of pleasure. Even then some part of her nature she had never known existed was reveling in the defenseless upturned position of her buttocks, totally exposed to the little man's obscene suckings and probings, and she could feel her tender anus quivering in eager anticipation of the next inward thrust of his finger. There was even a growing sense of frustration that his finger wasn't longer and thicker... she was beginning to want more up there... up inside the dark warm depths of her rectum... to recapture that strange thrilling mixture of pain and pleasure she had felt with the first jabs. Looking back between her swinging breasts and splayed thighs, she could see Sam's long rigid penis pointing menacingly up toward her cunt, its bulbous head glistening with dripping semen. Oh God no, she could never take that much penis up inside her rectum; it would rip her apart, kill her! But even as she thought this, the temptation was growing, and the kneeling young blonde realized that she had passed the point of no return. She wanted that pleasure-pain sensation again, no matter what; and she wanted Sam's penis to spear her, hurt her, make her scream, punish her...
Sam sensed her sudden total abandonment, and with an evil grin he grabbed his heavy cane and poised the thick rounded end of the curved handle between her widespread ass-cheeks, right at the now-widened, puckering little hole, and jammed it home as far as the curve of the handle would permit.
"Aaaaarrrrrgggghhh!" Brenda screamed as the cool hard wood skewered in a painful arc about four inches up into her painfully quivering rectum.
"That's the bit and bridle, kiddo," Sam chuckled, scuttling crablike up alongside her and positioning his scrawny loins directly under her startled face. "Now we go for a ride. You're gonna suck my cock for me, and you're gonna suck it better'n you ever sucked Chuck Anderson's... or else!"
Brenda felt a cruel lacerating jolt of pain high up in her defenseless rectal passage, and after an instant of stunned disbelief, she realized that Sam had impaled her anal canal on the handle of his cane and that he was holding the rubber-tipped end in his powerful hand just over her head. With the slightest twist of his thick wrist to either side he could disembowel her if he wanted to... She was utterly and completely in his power, the slave of his vilest, most vicious whim, and this time she had no one to blame but herself. She had given in to his tantalizing tonguing and fingering of her anus... even thought of having his disgusting penis up there... and now she was going to have to suck it. Chuck had been right to treat her the way he did. She was no better than a whore and deserved whatever she got. Bitter blinding tears flowed out of her eyes onto the ex-jockey's muscular belly, trickling down through his meager pubic hairs and around his scrotum which lay like a deflated balloon on the sheet. A shuddering wave of nausea racked her nakedly kneeling body, and she almost gagged when he held his long hard cock out for her to suck.
Sam levered the cane upward slightly above her head, causing the end of the curved handle at the other end to dig deeper into the vulnerable tissue of her rectum.
"Uuuuuuunnnnhhh!" she groaned, jerking like a puppet on a string. "No moooooorrrrree, pleaeeeeese. I'll do it. I'll do it. Anything you say. Just stooop!"
"Okay. Stop blubbering and get going," Sam growled, pushing the cane backward an inch to ease the pressure on her wide-stretched anus. "Start with the balls. Suck'em nice and slow and easy, the way you do Chuck's. There's no hurry, we got all night."
"H - he told you?" Brenda stammered, for a moment forgetting her physical pain on learning this new ignominy.
"I watched. Shit, we all watched, Ron and Andy and whoever happened to be around," Sam sneered brutally. "Chuck, he likes an audience and you sure put on a good act, little filly. Better'n most of the broads he sweet-talks onto this here little bed with that Mrs. Verdos bullshit. So don't try to fool me, I know what you can do. Now giddap!" He gave a little tug on his cane and the handle slid up another inch into her futilely puckering anal ring.
Brenda collapsed in a pitiful sobbing heap between his thighs. God, God, Chuck had cynically used her pure innocent act of love to provide a dirty smut show for his depraved friends. It was the final ultimate debasement. She wished she could die right then and there.
"Giddap, I said!" Sam repeated impatiently. Still holding her anus hooked securely with the cane, he reached down under her trembling belly with his other hand and began to flick the leather thong of the crop up into her nakedly exposed cuntal crevice. In spite of her unbearable mental anguish Brenda's healthy young body responded with a jerk... and to stop the intolerable pain of these two horrible instruments of torture in the hands of the implacable little man, Brenda bent down and began to slavishly lick the leathery sac containing his cum-filled balls.
CHAPTER THREE
Faye Bullock was in a complete daze when she left the riding ring and walked around the stables to the clubhouse. Two fast martinis later, she still was in a daze when she walked thoughtfully out to the parking area. She fumbled numbly in her jeans for the key to her little MG convertible, forgetting for the moment that she had left it hidden in the glove compartment.
Earlier, when she had finally gotten up the nerve to drive out to the Valentine Club, she'd been sure she would fall off the first horse she got on and was afraid the key would bounce out of her pocket and get lost. It had taken her weeks to make up her mind to go out there, not only because the idea of getting on top of something as big and powerful and alive as a horse just scared the wits out of her, but also because of something she had happened to overhear her father telling her husband Rich one night.
Actually, all she had really heard that night was Rich muttering something about "... the Valentine Club... " and then her father's angry voice booming out "... unspeakable practices... ! I tell you this state is corrupt through and through and the man responsible for it all is Tex Greenbau!" They had both stopped talking when she entered the room and her father had put his arm around her shoulders, kissing her on the forehead as he always did, while her husband, Rich, lounged against the mantle with his hands in his pockets, smirking superciliously. Anyway they changed the subject and of course there was no necessary connection between the "Valentine Club" and "unspeakable practices" but the possibility had made her hesitate a little longer. She couldn't ask her father about it because he would just tut-tut her and say such things weren't for her tender ears, even though she had been a married woman for over a year, and if she asked Rick, he would just smirk and say it was the Righteous Honorable Dr. Reuben getting his cookies off again... or something dirty like that. Rich was always making fun of her father, who had recently been appointed President of State University and had gone to a lot of trouble to get Rich his new job with the promotion to Associate Professor of Mathematics.
Rich just couldn't stand to be in anyone's debt, Faye guessed. Why, her father had even given them a private wing all to themselves in the mansion the University had put at his disposal, so they didn't have any rent to pay. Rich certainly hadn't looked down his long nose at that! Anyway the boredom of the campus life which seemed so provincial after living in the East had finally driven her to desperate measures, and she had gone out to the Club without telling a soul and without the slightest idea of what to expect. So imagine her pleasant surprise when this beautiful long-haired blonde girl had greeted her so nicely and hadn't made fun of the fact that at her age she had never been on a horse before. Faye had been so pleased that the blonde, Brenda Holden, was going to be her instructor, and everything had been going so well until Mr. Anderson had appeared on the scene... Mister Anderson!
With a jolt Faye came abruptly to her senses. Mister! She was actually, in her mind, referring to that hulking brute... that gangster... as Mister Anderson. After the disgusting way he'd ogled her and the insulting unheard-of things he'd said to her. "I'd like to see a little more tit out there"-Faye blushed furiously as the phrase came floating back to her and she realized she hadn't reacted at all... hadn't put him in his proper place. He must have hypnotized her or something. He certainly was capable of anything.
Damn him! Faye slammed the car door and started back toward the stables. He'd treated her outrageously and she certainly wasn't going to let him get away with it. When my little Faye gets her dander up, her father was fond of saying, watch out! The least she could do was get back the money she had paid in advance for nine more lessons, because she was certainly never coming back to this place as long as that horrible man had anything to do with it. No matter how much she liked Brenda! What a shame that such a sweet girl had to work for such a beast.
It was completely dark then so Faye had to move slowly across the unfamiliar grounds, walking noiselessly in her tennis shoes. The riding ring was deserted, and the only light seemed to come faintly from a door halfway down the row of stalls. As she walked silently toward it, a deep rumbling neigh right at her shoulder made her jump straight up in the air. It was just a horse, peering out at her from its stall, and as she went on with pounding heart she made out the shadowy shapes of other horses' heads turning toward her, and there were neighings and whinnyings all up and down the line. It was awfully spooky. She was glad when she reached the rectangle of light and stepped inside. Then... what she saw struck her with the impact of a blow to the stomach and almost drove her to her knees. She stifled a gasp and stood there paralyzed with shock, unable to believe her eyes.
Through a brightly-lit doorway across the room she saw Brenda Holden completely naked on a bed, haunched down on all fours. Her beautiful golden hair was all disheveled, and on top of her head there was a huge hand holding a black stick. As Faye watched breathlessly, she saw Brenda's head begin to rise slowly up from something thick and glistening and white... Oh God, it's a penis! Brenda's tightly ovaled lips were stretched way out as she pulled her mouth up the long white rod of flesh, until Faye could clearly distinguish the swollen purple head, then the heavy hand on her head pushed her down again. Brenda was being forced to suck some man's thick enormous penis!
The naked girl's voluptuously-formed body was glistening with sweat, and her heavily swaying breasts jerked pitifully as she tried to get away from the monster who was forcing her to do this vile disgusting thing. From where she stood Faye couldn't see who the man was, all she could see was that long venomous penis sliding in and out of Brenda's wetly gasping mouth like a snake, and the big hand pushing her head down, but there was no doubt at all in Faye's mind whose penis it was. Only a brute like Chuck Anderson could have one that thick and long - why, it was twice as long as Rick's-and only a cruel sadistic savage like Chuck Anderson would do what he was doing to poor Brenda. He was letting the poor girl pull her head away almost to the ugly bulbous end of the slimy swollen thing as if he was going to let her go, then at the last second he pushed her down again, forcing almost the entire impossible length back up into her mouth until there was just a little white showing between his horrid pubic hairs and Brenda's tightly compressed lips. How she could take so much of that immense penis inside her - it must be going down her throat halfway to her stomach!-Faye couldn't understand. Just watching it's wetly glistening shaft slide in and out of Brenda's lovely mouth made Faye want to vomit, but she couldn't tear her eyes from the lewd spectacle.
Then, as the peering young wife leaned slightly to one side, she saw that what was happening was even worse than she had at first realized. She saw that the black stick the man was holding was actually a cane which stretched down Brenda's back and curved in between her shapely white buttocks to disappear into... what? Her vagina... ? No! Oh God! It was her rectum!
Faye would never have believed that one human being would subject another to such vile indignity. It was like witnessing some hideous al of primitive torture. And not only was the man cruelly manipulating the thick cane in and out of Brenda's rectum... with his other hand he was flicking a whip up from below at her helplessly exposed vagina! Faye flexed her suddenly trembling thighs together, feeling vicarious twinges of pain in her own twitching little clitoris as she watched the whip switch ward between Brenda's widespread thighs. How long she stood there in frozen horror watching this nightmarish scene Faye had no idea. She knew she should get out of there as fast as possible and notify the police, but she also realized it would be better if she had positive proof - if she had actually seen who the man was, even though she was quite sure in her own mind. She was afraid to venture farther into the dark room, but finally she edged cautiously forward... Something sprang away from her shoulder as if it was alive, there was a terrible banging clattering noise and with a frightened yelp Faye ran outside as fast as her legs would carry her.
CHAPTER FOUR
"What in hell was that?" Sam snarled peevishly, sitting up and peering out into the harness room. It was pitch black outside, and if anybody was out there watching, he didn't give a fuck anyway, so he turned his attention back to the blonde head that was still bobbing mechanically up and down on his wildly throbbing cock.
Christ, he thought irritably, she wasn't putting enough soul into the job. He wanted to see this stuck-up cunt go wild over his cock... beg for it... before he rolled her over and gave her a fucking like she never had before. The ex-jockey tweaked the riding crop up between her splayed thighs again, grinning at the way her hot little ass jerked up when the tip hit some sensitive spot; her little clitoris, he guessed. Goddamn, she was really put together like a thoroughbred, he mused, admiring the way the sensuously rounded moons of her buttocks flared out from her tiny waist and how her ripe young breasts kept their shape as they swung back and forth between his thighs. Oh, she was gonna give him a ride all right, he'd known that as soon as she'd started to squirm her sweet little asshole back on his finger. He'd heard her come on to Chuck with that true-love bullshit, but she was like any other broad, what she really wanted was to get fucked in one of her holes. It was just a question of time and breaking her down a little more.
"Hey!" he barked hoarsely. "I think somebody's out there." He grabbed a handful of her tangled yellow hair and yanked her face brutally up off his cock.
"Wha-at?" Brenda stared at him with glazed unseeing eyes. She had taken refuge from her degradation in a dim twilight world of pain, and hardly knew where she was anymore.
"I think Chuck's out there watching," Sam suggested cruelly.
The mention of Chuck's name brought Brenda a little farther back into the real world. She looked numbly down at the wet rigid penis she was holding in her hand. No, it wasn't Chuck's... For a while she'd thought it was, and had wondered why he was torturing her rectum that way, he'd never done it before... No, it wasn't Chuck's beautiful cock, this one was just as long, maybe even a little longer, but nowhere near as thick and not as hard either. Chuck's was like a rock... Abruptly Sam's evil little face came into focus, and she remembered everything. The cane... God, the cane hooked up into her anus and the riding crop switching her sensitive vaginal lips and her clitoris, as if she was an animal being driven to market... She bent her head down to take his wetly glistening cock in her mouth again, to get it over with so she could be alone with her misery, but Sam hauled her painfully up again.
"Beg me!" he croaked harshly, giving the cane a sharp twist.
"Ooouuuuuch! Pleeeaaaase," Brenda pleaded.
"Please, let me suck you, Sam. Please let me suck your cock, Sam," he gave the cane handle another twist pulling it even deeper up inside her tormented rectum.
"Oh, I can't. I won't! Oooouuuuch, don't. You're hurting me-eee! Oh yeess, please let me suck your cock, Sam, please, please."
"Every day," he added contemptuously. "Every day. Whenever I want it. Promise!"
"Noooooooooo!" she fought with her last remaining strength to keep from making this promise which would make her no better than his slave. Even if she ran away, her spirit would be broken, and it would just be the same thing all over again with some other man. She would be a slave for the rest of her days.
"Promise!" he spat at her savagely. "Promise, you fucking little bitch!" He gave the heavy cane one last agonizing wrench, and suddenly she could stand it no longer, there was no escape, no hope, her resistance was broken.
"Oooooooooohhh yeeeeesssss, I promiiiiisssss!" Brenda wailed. "I'll suck you every day. Whenever you want me to."
And that was it. In a flash of final despairing clarity she realized that that was the end of life for her as she had always dreamed it should be led... with a decent man, a nice home, children, friends... In Chuck she thought she had found the man of her dreams, ideal beyond her wildest expectations. He seemed so kind and gentle, and loved horses as much as she did. They had so much in common that she'd thought they would lead a perfect life together. And here she was! After a few months, after he'd gotten what he wanted from her, he'd tossed her carelessly away, like a bone to a dog, to this snarling little mutt who was now her lord and master.
"That's better," Sam growled at her in his wheezing voice. "From now on it's gonna be a damn sight more fun working around here." He had felt the fight go out of her, and knew that from then on he was gonna have things his own way. She was probably thinking she was finished, all washed up; but shit, he'd booted so many half-dead nags home across the finish line in his time that he didn't figure to have much trouble with this high-strung little bitch. All he had to do was take his time and pace her right, and she'd be rarin' to go again before she knew it. He brought the cane down level with her back and eased it out of her anus with a lewd plopping noise. The varnished surface of the handle glistened with her rich rectal juices, and he was willing to bet she was already missing having it up there. Instead of putting it back in though, he passed the handle down along her belly and gently hooked it into her wetly dripping cunt, making sure the curve was wedged snugly against her clitoris. Then he began to saw it back and forth up her tight little pussy, wiggling it from side to side to give her clitoris its share of the fun.
It was like being fucked by a machine, Brenda was thinking, but why not... ? Her body was nothing but a goddamn machine. In spite of all the agony and torture this little creep had subjected it to, she could already feel her traitorous body beginning to respond to the rhythmic thrust in and out of her cock-hungry cunt. The tingling thrill spread through her loins again as the hard surface of the cane grazed her clitoral nerve ending. A long, hard cock down there would have felt nicer, but the cane was better than nothing. She squeezed her buttocks together and tightened her vaginal muscles to intensify the feeling, but it just wasn't thick enough or long enough. She realized she really liked it better fucking up inside her rectum, as long as the little creep kept it going straight in and out instead of twisting it. Why hadn't the dumb bastard had the brains to bring two canes, one for her cunt and one for her anus? She resisted this lewd thought with cold indifference. If such an idea had passed through her mind an hour earlier, she would have been mortified to the roots of her being. Now it made no difference. Her pride had been broken, her self-respect shattered... all she had left was her body, and she intended to use it for just two things... and making Chuck Anderson pay dearly for what he had done to her. She just hoped the merciless bastard was out there in the dark watching. If he liked a good show so much, she was certainly ready to put one on for him. She bent down and began to greedily suck Sam's long hard cock again.
Aaaaaah, now she wants it, now the little bitch really wants it, Sam mused, lying back and wadding a pillow under his head so that he could comfortably watch this beautiful blonde cunt slave over his bursting cock. It had been years since he'd had one this young and hot... God, was she hot! He watched in fascination as her ovaling lips were pulled out obscenely as she drew her sucking mouth up the entire length of his throbbing shaft to the bulbous rubbery head; there, her wetly nibbling lips expertly rimmed the tip of his cock, and the tiny moist tip of her flicking tongue explored the little semen-filled slit at the end before ducking around to lick the underside. She had the desire-tightened sac of his balls in one hand now and was rhythmically kneading them together... God, she really wanted him to cum in her mouth, Sam marvelled. That afternoon she wouldn't even drink out of his bottle, but now she just couldn't wait to taste his white hot cum spouting down her gullet, the sweet little bitch, but she'd have to wait till another time for that. Tonight he meant to really put his mark on her, so she'd be around in the future when he wanted her. Next time, by God, Chuck wouldn't have to set her up for him.
"Okay, that's enough foolin' around," he told her, pushing her roughly off his uncontrollably jerking cock. "Roll over."
"Oh, yeeesssssss, Sam!" she hissed at him. "Fuuuuck me! I want that beautiful big cock of yours all the way up inside me. I'm ready... I'm ready nooowww! Just put it in!"
As the former jockey crawled down between her splayed legs, she reached down with both hands and pulled her wetly throbbing cunt lips as far apart as she could, exposing her moist pink pussy to his lascivious gaze, and her hips and whole body arched up yearningly toward him. Jesus, he felt like a young kid about to stick it in for the first time, Sam realized... just looking at that juicy pulsating pussy was enough to make him cum. The lewdly exciting sight of it was too much for him and, with a sudden brutal thrust, he rammed his blood-heavy cock-head into her warm wet channel, feeling the soft flesh expand elastically as he plowed in all the way up to her cervix with the first thrust.
"Ooooooooooh!" she moaned, giving one sideways twist away from the unexpected flesh-tearing pain of his entry and then lying limp beneath his puny weight.
The naked young blonde opened her eyes and saw that he was looking down at her with the age-old expression of male triumph over the female and... it was true. Even though she could probably pick him up and carry him like a baby... even though the top of his bald head as he lay on her didn't even come up to her chin... she was just as helplessly skewered on that long hard cock of his as if he'd weighed a ton because... she wanted it there... deep up inside her. She'd been acting when she'd said that before, in case Chuck was watching, but not now that it was really there and she could feel it throbbing so wonderfully against the sensitive walls of her vagina.
"Oh yessssssss," she breathed ecstatically as the little man began expertly flexing the lust-swollen head of his cock back and forth with a rotary motion so that with each partial withdrawal and re-entry every possible surface of her cuntal passage was deliciously grazed and probed... "Oh yessssssss, Sam, that waaaay." She began to wantonly buck her hips up to meet his in-thrust faster and faster, but somehow he slowed her down to the rhythm of his long slow steady strokes, pacing her the way he would a race horse. With a shudder of delight, the young girl abandoned her shamelessly aroused body to him. Jeeeezus, she thought, the little bastard really knows what he's doing! She locked her thighs around his narrow hips, pulling him deeper into her, and pressed his head against her excitedly quivering breasts, feeling immediately the wet suction of his mouth and sharply nipping teeth on her swollen nipples. His lips and teeth turned from one to the other, like little stinging flicks of the riding crop, goading her to a deeper, more intense response to his battering of her loins. Oh God yes, he was riding her all right... down a long dark road... right off the edge of the world it seemed...
"The riding crop!" she gasped, flailing her head from side to side. "Stick the riding crop up my ass, Sam! The handle end!" Almost immediately she felt his powerful fingers prying between her nakedly trembling buttocks where a warm trickle of her excited cuntal lubricant was running down the crevice. Then came the rounded metal end and its leather strap probing tentatively. "There... ! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! Yeeesssssssss!" She felt it pop through and plow far up her rectum much farther than the cane had been able to, and the rounded slightly bulbous head was almost as good. God sooo goooooood! "Yes yes yes!" she chanted uncontrollably as he began the rhythmic double skewering of her wildly pulsating cunt and anus.
"Fuck me, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, harddddd!"
Oh she was galloping now, the filly-bitch... Sam could feel her beautiful body straining mightily underneath him, gathering itself for the final climactic rush to the finish. He deliberately slowed his stroke until she was moaning and pleading incoherently, sliding her hot little cunt frantically up and down his motionless, rock hard cock... until he sensed there was no more holding her back...
"Just so you don't forget who's on top, bitch!" he growled, giving the riding crop one last savage twist way up deep in her greedily puckering rectum before beginning to slam his lust-hardened cock into her for real this time. He'd just been playing around before and, Jesus, they were in the home stretch. Now he could feel the charge coming from way back... way way back down there... and it was as if his mind blacked out and he was tuned into just this one wildly thrashing body underneath him... like the old days... and he felt the surging spasm begin deep in her wildly convulsing cunt triggering the geyserlike eruption of his own orgasm.
"Oh God I'm cuummmiinnggg!" Brenda groaned as she felt the first hot jets of his sperm pelting deep up into her vagina. "Fuck... fuck... Oh God, Sam... oohhh yeesss!
* * *
Back in the darkness of the harness room Chuck Anderson watched the two insanely buffeting bodies gradually subside and heaved a sigh of relief. It had strained his will power to the breaking point to just stand there and watch Brenda's virgin little asshole being subjected to all those artificial indignities when what the sweet little thing really wanted was to have a nice big healthy cock like his rammed up it... But goddamnit, he'd resisted the temptation for two months just as a gesture of friendship to his old buddy, Tex Greenbau... Tex had a well known preference for tight cherry assholes... and he was damned if he was gonna give in now.
It had been a very close thing, though. He'd just stepped back inside the harness room to make sure Sam wasn't giving Brenda too hard a time when who'd come along but Fancy Pants Faye Bullock... She stood there watching the show for at least ten minutes, panting and gasping like Sam was doing it to her instead of Brenda... Standing right there with her luscious little ass not three feet away from his aching cock. Christ, if she hadn't knocked a saddle off the rack and run off when she did, God knows what might have happened. And then there was Brenda begging Sam to stick the riding crop up her ass... That bitch was gonna make a good Fox for the Spring Hunt, in spite of herself. Old Sam had done a pretty good job on her, and it looked like the best thing to do now was let her stew in her own juice for a while...
With a last look at the two naked bodies still glued obscenely together on the bed... Brenda was actually sort of cuddling the little runt on her breast... Chuck walked out into the cool dark evening. It was a damn good thing Helene Greenbau was coming over... The state he was in, she was about the only woman he knew who could calm him down.
CHAPTER FIVE
As Faye Bullock turned into the University grounds and followed the winding drive through the well-tended campus lawns with the windows of the ivied red-brick dormitories blazing cheerfully on either side, a great wave of relief washed over her. Driving home, she had realized that she couldn't... just couldn't... go to the police and tell them what she had seen. Why, they would just laugh at her and quite rightly, too. She had no evidence of coercion, in fact all the evidence pointed the other way... Brenda apparently worked at the Valentine Club of her own free will. It was woman's intuition more than anything else, Faye realized, which made her absolutely certain that that disgusting Anderson man had somehow acquired an unnatural hold on Brenda because nobody in their right mind would willingly submit to the unspeakably shameful practices she had witnessed a few minutes before.
As she swung into the driveway of her father's house, Faye shivered for the hundredth time as the lewd image of that long glistening penis disappearing into Brenda's helpless mouth rushed unbidden back into her mind. If only she could talk to someone about it, she thought wistfully. Her father was out of the question, of course. He was the finest, noblest man in the whole world, but never once in Faye's memory had he made the slightest allusion to any sexual act. Her mother had died when she was a little girl, and she hadn't really made any intimate women friends on this campus... So that left her husband Rich and he would probably just smirk and quote statistics from the Kinsey report or something like that. "Oh yes, it's quite well established that such and such percentage of women in such and such an income bracket commit the act of... what was the word? Fellatio? Commit fellatio," he would say blandly, in his offhand manner. Rich was very strong on remembering statistics. In fact, Faye was quite sure he had never forgotten one.
Sitting there quietly in her car, absorbing through all her pores the peace and tranquility Of the University life humming gently all around her, she was stricken suddenly with remorse for these uncharitable thoughts about her husband. After all, Rich did work awfully hard. He sat up late every night covering page after page with tiny mathematical symbols that made no sense at all to her but had obviously won him the esteem of the Mathematics Department, because he was the youngest Associate Professor on the campus. So maybe she wasn't being fair. Maybe he really was exhausted when he flopped down beside her in bed and immediately fell asleep, while she lay there twisting and turning, with an undefined hunger and need. Not that it made much difference the rare occasions he did make love to her, she never experienced an orgasm, but at least when he made love to her she felt needed and wanted a little. And he was gentle with her, not like that brute Chuck Anderson...
Why, Faye realized, she hadn't known how lucky she really was to have a husband like Rich, and she resolved right then and there to do more to make their marriage work. She had always been taught that it was up to the man to make the advances, but perhaps that was wrong. Maybe if she took the initiative and played with his penis...
She jumped quickly out of the car to blank out the nagging reminder of how small his member was compared to what she had seen in the stable and ran up the steps to their wing of the house. The front hall was dark, but there was a sliver of light at the end where the study door stood ajar. Rich was sitting behind his desk and, at first, she thought he had fallen asleep. His head was tilted way back, his eyes were closed and his mouth open. Then she noticed his feet under the desk. His legs were spread apart with the tips of his shoes cocked straight up in an unnatural position. As she watched, they began to jerk back and forth. Then she saw that his shoulder was moving, slowly at first, then faster and faster; and only then did she realize what he was doing.
"Rich!" she cried out in shocked disbelief.
He opened his eyes and screamed, "Get out of here, you bitch!" Pumping away at himself harder and harder, his usually pale washed-out face red as a beet... "Aaaagh." He arched himself back in the chair and groaned like an animal, "Aaaaaaaaagh, uuuuh!"
As he slumped down into the chair, Faye saw droplets of sperm which must have bounced off the bottom side of the desk dripping slowly to the floor. The redness drained out of his face, and he opened his eyes.
"Out! Out!" he screamed, waving his arms like a mad man. He was picking up a paperweight or something to hurl at her when she slammed the door and ran upstairs to her bedroom. God, God, God! To see her husband like that, completely out of his head! With pounding heart she locked the door and threw herself on the bed, grinding her fists into her eyes and moaning softly. No wonder he never made love to her, he liked doing it to himself more. She lay there dry-eyed, unable even to cry, it was all so... The way the toes of his shoes had been pointing straight up and his beet-red face came back to her... she began to giggle. Caught in the act! The urbane sophisticated university professor caught pounding away at himself like some pimply-faced schoolboy. It was so... ridiculous!
This certainly has been my day, Faye thought to herself wryly. She remembered a bottle of sherry she had bought for Rich's birthday and hidden away in the closet. She rarely drank anything alcoholic, but if ever there was to be a time, this must be it; and she certainly wasn't going to give him the bottle now. As she uncorked it and poured herself half a water glass full, she thanked God she had a good sense of humor. Her father always said a good sense of humor would get a person through anything.
She took a sip, then another, of the mellow liquid as a pleasant burning sensation spread out from her stomach. She poured a little more into the glass and went to stretch out on the chaise lounge...
Then abruptly her mood changed and she was overwhelmed by burning resentment. What the hell was wrong with her anyway. Why should Rich prefer his abject little masturbations down in the secrecy of his study to her body! She jumped up angrily and went to look at herself in the long central mirror of her dresser. Ever since she was a little girl she had been told how beautiful she was but had never paid much attention to the compliments. Being beautiful didn't seem to really make much difference in her case. She had never been a popular girl, but had always thought that was because of her natural shyness and reticence. Now she examined herself as if she had never seen herself before. Maybe they had all just been trying to make her feel better, maybe she was unattractive actually and that was the real reason why Rich...
But no, they hadn't been lying to her. Her face was beautiful, its pale delicate oval set off by the satiny black hair which arched to a perfect widow's peak on her high forehead. She had inherited her lustrous hair and the widow's peak from her mother who had been a Poindexter and had French blood. Her cheekbones were high, forming faintly shadowed hollows below, giving her a slightly exotic air. No, she decided, sipping a little more of the sherry, as far as her face was concerned she had nothing to be ashamed of... on the contrary... and as for her body...
Her mind jumped back to the scene at the Academy that evening where the shape of Brenda's nakedly voluptuous body hunched down on all fours on the bed - with her full cherry-tipped breasts swinging back and forth - was etched indelibly in her memory. Before she knew what she was doing she had pulled off her shirt and brassiere and was cupping the full warm globes of her breasts up toward the mirror. Then she turned sideways, making them swing back and forth in profile as Brenda's had done. They were every bit as large and firm, she decided, though the aureoles were darker and the nipples a lighter pink. She pinched them, watching them grow erect in the mirror, with an immediate rush of sensation and a tingling up between her legs far out of proportion with the innocent little caress. Even that I have to do myself, she thought, pinching them again harder.
How long had it been since Rich had kissed her breasts and what was he doing now? Down on his knees under the desk, mopping up his wasted seed with his handkerchief so the maid wouldn't discover his nasty little vice? A look of scorn subtly changed the delicately sculpted features of Faye's face. Her nostrils flared, her parted lower lip seemed to swell and fill out, and the expression in her clear grey eyes, usually so timid and diffident, grew suddenly bold, almost brazen. Her hands left her breasts and roamed down her tautly rounded belly to the buckle of her belt...
Completely naked and with another glass of sherry in her hand, she faced herself in the mirror, appraising the symmetrical lines of her slender waist curving out into graceful hips. A little girlish? No, not really, even though she was still, in truth, a girl. Rich had never made a real woman out of her. The only orgasms she had had since her marriage had been self-induced... and these only after he had made his ineffectual love to her and fallen immediately asleep. Somehow it had seemed all right then, with his semen still trickling warmly from her vagina through her pubic hairs, to touch herself there, to stroke the little nub of her clitoris... she felt she was only being loyal to him by continuing what he had failed to finish. But she had resolutely forbidden herself the act at any other time, fearing it might be the reason she couldn't respond to him properly, even though, particularly in the morning, the aching desire for release almost drove her wild. And all the time he was probably pounding away at himself every night down in his study, while she lay upstairs in her lonely bed, waiting for him to finish work!
Well, her lips curled back contemptuously, there was certainly no longer any reason for such honorable restraint. She let her hand drop to the soft dark silken "vee" nestled up between her firmly curving thighs and tentatively slid her finger in toward the eager bud of her clitoris, surprised to find that the sensitive, hair-lined lips of her vagina were already dripping wet. "Cunt", she whispered to herself, "cock"... With startling clarity the image of that huge penis reappeared, seeming to almost float in the mirror next to her face, as if she had evoked it magically... and she saw her own mouth open blindly toward it... and her wetly trembling lips form in an ovalled sucking ring just the way Brenda's had done...
My God, what's happening to me! she faltered. It had seemed so real, for a moment, the... penis... so solid... and her mouth had turned toward it the way a sunflower follows the sun. Mechanically she placed the empty glass on the dresser, and the sharp click it made as she misjudged the distance brought her to her senses. Why, she was drunk, that was all. Dreamily she reinserted her outstretched finger in the moistly heated furrow of her cunt and began to caress and tease her little bud of sensual delight. Drunk! Naughty, naughty, Faye Bullock, daughter of Dr. Bullock, youngest Associate Professor on the Faculty and probably oldest male who masturbates... you're drunk... drunk... and shamelessly enjoying it!
The flames of lust licked higher and higher in her loins as she methodically massaged her pulsing little clitoris, pinched the nipples of her breasts, and sensually stroked the silken skin of her inner thighs, God, she wished she had a thousand hands and fingers. With sudden urgency she went to the far side of the room and brought back a comfortable chair. Placing it in front of the dresser, she sat down and leaned back, propping the calves of her widespread legs on the edge of the dresser itself. With one slender foot she tilted the central panel of her mirror on its pivot until the whole dark shadowy crevice up between her legs was visible. She gazed in awe at her own wetly glistening pussy lips, half-parted as if in anticipation. Then, with a delicious sense of perverse abandon and a virtual maelstrom of sensual excitement swirling in her loins, the young brunette wife reached down and slowly pulled apart her cuntal lips until her vaginal entrance was clearly exposed and the little red jewel of her clitoris glittered beckoningly at her.
"Faye?" Rich's voice said at the door. "Faye, are you there?"
With a Mona-Lisa smile Faye reached her slender arm down between her outstretched thighs and began to gently stroke her pussy hair, teasing herself before actually touching her moistly waiting cunt. As if from another world she heard the doorknob being twisted, then released, and Rich's academic drawl again.
"Faye, I'm sorry, dear. Sometimes I have to do it, you see. Can't concentrate on my work otherwise. It's just mechanical relief. An efficiency device."
"Go away," Faye said dreamily, twirling her outstretched finger around her clitoris and concentrating on the delicious, apparently inexhaustible, warmth and pleasure that her tiny nerve button was capable of generating. If he only knew, the poor fool.
"I'm terribly terribly sorry," Rich droned on in his urbane self-composed voice. "I shouldn't have lost my temper, but you see, I was so horribly ashamed. And by the way," he added, "don't forget the cocktail party. Drawing room in twenty minutes. There'll be some rich alumni there, and your father's counting on you."
Faye brought her feet down with a bang. God, she had forgotten! A wave of guilt washed over her because she knew it was true: her father was counting on her to be hostess to the rich alumni and charm them. He had been chosen President of the University because he was a world-renowned scholar, of course, but also because of his ability to raise money, and she knew he was far short of the goal the Board of Directors had set for him. She mustn't let him down. Anxiously, she dashed for the bathroom to take a cold shower.
* * *
The large, rather dimly lit drawing room of the President's House was filled with expensively dressed men and women and the low hum of polite conversation, all of which blended perfectly with the dark oil paintings and heavy leather tomes adorning the walls. Faye arrived a little late, flushed from the sherry and her hasty preparations, but looking more beautiful than ever in her chic new cocktail dress. She had just begun to look around for her father to take up her duties as hostess when the slender heel of her pump caught in the rug. She might have fallen if a strong hand hadn't caught her elbow and steadied her. For the second time that day she felt a weird tingling sensation fan out through her body from the contact with a strange hand, and she found herself looking up into the quizzically amused eyes of a tall lean hawk nosed man.
"Oh, th-thank you," she stammered, flushing because he continued to hold her elbow when it was no longer necessary.
"Well, well." The tall man smiled down at her. Then he actually put his arm around her shoulders and started to guide her toward a settee against the wall as if she was too drunk to walk by herself. Faye was so flustered that she couldn't think of what to say or how to get away from him without being rude, and she didn't want to run the risk of offending some rich alumnus, so she just let him go ahead. He took her up to an elegantly dressed, very bored-looking woman with beautiful long flame-red hair and said, "Look what I found, Helene."
The red-haired woman's face came instantly vitally alive, and she reached up her hands to take Faye's with a smile. "Why you must be Mike Reuben's daughter, Faye!" she exclaimed with a sparkle in her green eyes. "Come sit down beside me, dear, and tell me all about yourself. Fm Helene Greenbau and this is my husband Tex. We saw your photograph in your father's study just a little while ago. You're a very beautiful girl."
Faye's heart sank into her stomach when she heard the name Tex Greenbau... the man her father had been ranting about to Rich that night and saying he was responsible for all the corruption in the state... but she couldn't very well just say no and walk away. So she sat down and listened to Helene chat vivaciously about how dull the campus life at State must seem and so on, while Tex went to get them all a drink. At some point, talking about local distractions, the Valentine Club came up, and Faye mentioned that she had been out there that very afternoon to take her first lesson.
"Why, that's wonderful, dear! You must come riding with us sometime. It won't take Chuck Anderson long to teach you how to ride. He's one of the greatest horsemen in the States," Helene said warmly.
"In the whole world," Tex added in his dry amused drawl, exchanging a look with his wife which Faye couldn't understand. She felt embarrassed and a little woozy from the sherry, so she was relieved to hear her father's voice just then.
"Oh, there you are, my dear. May I have a word with you? Kindly excuse us," he said, bowing in his elegant courtly way to the Greenbau's. She rose and he led her away, nodding his handsome greying head pleasantly to groups of people here and there, but Faye could tell he was furious by the way his fingers were biting into her arm.
"Daddy, you're hurting me," she said tearfully as soon as they were out of earshot of the guests.
"You're stinking drunk!" he hissed at her venomously in the nastiest voice she had ever heard him use, even though his habitual expression of benign aloofness never left his face. "What do you mean, sitting there drinking with the Greenbau's all night! You've made a laughing stock of me, you silly little bitch." Then he raved on and on about corruption and money, money, money... always with a pleasant little smile on his mouth, but all Faye could hear was that one word bitch! Why she had never even heard him say hell or damn before, and he had called her a "silly little bitch"!
"I'm going to bed," she sobbed broken-heartedly. "You... you hypocrite!" It was the first time in her life she had ever raised her voice to her father, much less call him a name like that, and as she stumbled away she felt a glimmer of satisfaction at the look of shocked astonishment which appeared on his face...
Silly bitch! The first thing she did when she had locked the door of her bedroom was take another long swig of sherry from the bottle, pull off her panties and plop herself down in front of the dresser mirror again with her cocktail dress bunched lewdly up around her waist.
"Where were you when you were so rudely interrupted, you bitch?" she said to herself. She had been living in a child's world... The image of that enormous cock she had seen that afternoon drifted up out of her memory, and she reached down between her splayed thighs to wantonly pull apart her cuntal lips again and examine the entrance to her wetly glistening vagina, tentatively inserting her forefinger in the tight little hole... "No, no, go away, big cock", she murmured softly to herself, "you'll never fit in there, you're not what I want!"
And the cock-image was replaced by Brenda's sweet beautiful head which she allowed in her mind's eye to sink down between her widespread legs so that the silky golden hair was tangled with her own glossy black pubic curls, and in her imagination her finger became Brenda's gently probing tongue... Yeeessssssss, that was what she wanted... no more men, they were all pompous and conceited or brutal and selfish... no more hard or flabby penises... just the gentle soothing touch of another woman's soft mouth and hands and tongue on her breasts, in her vagina... anywhere!
Shamelessly, she drew her finger out of her vagina and sucked her own sweet juices. They tasted so good. She'd never done that before; she'd never let herself go. She'd never really known what she wanted... but now she did!
With a little moan of abandonment Faye pulled off her clothes and threw herself down on the bed, running her hands avidly over the soft contours of her own body, imagining Brenda stretched out naked beside her with a long delicious night of loving caresses ahead of them. She felt such a wonderful sense of relief! She realized she had never really been attracted to boys, even as a teenager, and the idea of a lust-hardened penis being inserted in her vagina had always revolted her, even Rich's little one, even though she had never admitted it to herself. She'd been brainwashed by the male establishment, that's what... brainwashed into submitting to their horrid animal desires... but that was finished now. In a sudden flash of understanding she knew what she had to do-she had to go back out to the Valentine Club and somehow rescue Brenda from the clutches of that brute Anderson... and then... !
Half out of her mind with alcohol-inspired desire, Faye rolled over on her stomach, pressing her hotly yearning clitoris against the soft ridge of the mattress edge, imagining that Brenda's lithe young body was beneath her, Brenda's smooth thighs locked around her head, Brenda's desire-swollen clitoris so deliciously between her sucking lips. The lewd images flickered in endless variations like a kaleidoscope through her feverish brain, and with a groan of frustration she turned over on her back again and began desperately stroking her cuntal slit with both hands, almost slapping it in a kind of drunken exultant rage, then savagely kneading the hard pulsing kernel of her clitoris with the knuckles of one hand while the other explored the moistly heated sheath of her vagina.
Fucking two fingers in and out of the soft clasping passage, while continuing to rub the fleshy little bud of her clitoris, the naked young wife finally settled into a regular giving-taking rhythm... pursuing the will-o-the-wisp of satisfied delight that had been eluding her in the darkness of her desire ever since it had first flickered in her loins as she rode around and around in the ring that afternoon. With her breath coming in ragged gasps and her pelvis grinding relentlessly upward, she forced herself almost to the pinnacle of erotic self-release again and again, only to fall back each time, until with a little sob of despair she gave up the fruitless chase and slipped into exhausted fitful sleep...
She was riding a horse around and around in a deserted ring. It was night time but she could see somehow. She was fully clothed... wearing black shiny riding boots and an elegant grey riding habit... but there was a slit in the crotch of her jodhpurs, and a hard leather protuberance sticking up from the saddle like a penis was sliding in and out of her well-lubricated vagina with a blissfully delicious sensation at each stride the horse took. She kicked his sides sharply with her boots to make him go faster and faster, racing toward the excruciatingly beautiful orgasm flowering in her cunt when suddenly the ring was surrounded by people cheering her on. She recognized faces as they flitted past... Chuck Anderson's, her father's, Rich's, Helene Greenbau's, Brenda's...
Faye woke with a start to find herself doubled up on the bedspread, perspiring profusely in spite of the cool night air. Her head ached terribly and she was dying of thirst, but she didn't have the energy to go get a glass of water. With a sigh she crawled wearily under the covers and flicked off the lamp. A few moments later her little fingers had found her still-swollen clitoris again and a few gentle caresses brought the first convulsive shudders of long-denied pleasure. Ooooooooh, she moaned silently to herself. Yeeeeesssssss, Breeennndddaaaaa, darling... as wave after wave of gentle orgasm washed her away into a deep dreamless sleep.
CHAPTER SIX
Two weeks later, early on the afternoon before the eagerly awaited annual Spring Hunt, Chuck Anderson and Tex Greenbau rode around inside the ring under Brenda Holden's supervision. Both men had lunched well and were in an expansive mood, although a stranger listening to their oblique, rather laconic exchanges might not have had this impression. The truth was that Chuck and Tex, having shared their money, power and women freely and without stint for over twenty years, understood each other about as well as two men could.
Their conversation had gradually narrowed down to a matter closer to home, namely Dr. Mike Reuben's forthcoming muckraking campaign against the atrocious system of graft, corruption, kick-backs, feather-bedding, nepotism, moral laxity and god-knows-what-all which flourished under the rule of Tex Greenbau's political machine and which, the new University President had proclaimed in private, was rapidly bringing their great state to wrack and ruin...
Tex sniggered derisively. "Ain't gonna be no campaign, Chuck. Helene went on proudly. "It didn't take her long to get the facts of life through his thick head. That girl had more brains than the two of us put together, Chuck!"
"She sure does," Chuck chuckled. "I didn't figure you'd have much trouble with Dr. Mike, but I thought I'd take out a little insurance just in case." With a tilt of his blunt chin he indicated Faye, who was now posting around the ring on an easy-gaited sorrel mare named Gerty. Dressed in a light grey twill riding habit, with a red silk foulard around her neck for a touch of color and her glossy black hair swinging in a long ponytail, the young woman made a striking picture.
"Dr. Mike's own daughter? In the Club?" Tex hawk-like face lit up with interest as he watched the still slightly awkward out-thrust of Faye's shapely buttocks in the posting movement. "That'd be a right nice piece to turn, Chuck. How you gonna do it."
"Brenda's gonna warm her up for me first," Chuck drawled. "Faye's been practically living out here for two weeks. Seems like her daddy and her had a big to-do about something. Anyway she and Brenda have quite a thing going. Andy caught 'em kissing and playing with each others titties the other day." Then Chuck went on to tell his friend about his plans for the afternoon and why he figured Brenda would be begging to be the Fox by Hunt time next morning.
"Yeah, I think Faye's about ready for a ride in the woods with Brenda and me," he finished up, picking up a piece of gravel from the walk and flicking it at a nearby post. "And right near one of the cabins her horse is gonna shy... get stung by a bee, I guess... and while she ain't looking, Brenda fakes a spill. So I leave the girls alone together while I go get the doctor. They ain't had a chance to really see each other alone lately. We been watching 'em pretty close.
Tex whistled in surprise. "Brenda agreed to a deal like that? I thought she was down on that sort of thing."
"Oh, she'd do anything to get even with me for the awful things I made old Sam do to her," Chuck replied with his usual poker face. "I would be wrong about ail this, Tex, but I'll give you ten to one she figures to get back at me through Dr. Mike some way." For a moment the two men eyed each other expressionlessly, then a knife-like smile creased Tex's lean face.
"Goddamn, Chuck," he said. "I'm sure glad you stayed out of politics."
* * *
The accident happened so fast that Faye couldn't believe her eyes when she saw Brenda suddenly stretched out unconscious and bleeding on the ground with Chuck kneeling anxiously beside her. It had all been going so well... They were riding briskly down one of the many bridle paths that twisted and turned this way and that through the deep silent woods with Brenda in the lead on a chestnut mare named Serena, Faye in the middle on Gerty, and Chuck bringing up the rear on old Denny. The sweet pungent aroma of the pine trees and the pleasant sting of the wind whipping her flushed cheeks as they cantered along gave Faye an exhilarating, delightfully heady sense of freedom. It was such a welcome change to be outside the confines of the riding ring at last that she gradually forgot the bitter pangs of disappointment she had felt when Chuck announced that he was going with them. After all, she reasoned, if she showed him she could ride well enough this time, the next time she would have her lovely Brenda all to herself in the sweet secrecy of these thick fragrant woods. They would ride far into them along one of the paths, then dismount and lead their horses in through the dense undergrowth until they found an opening, a little glen, where no one would ever find them... And then at last she would be able to hold her beautiful blonde angel in her arms and love her and talk to her about leaving the Valentine Club. She hadn't really dared bring that up during all these two weeks, she'd been too shy, not really knowing how Brenda felt about her until that afternoon in the harness room when they had spontaneously fallen into each other's arms, and she had felt Brenda's heart beating against hers. Since then they had never really been alone and, God, she could hardly wait.
Suddenly Gerty swerved sharply and Faye gave a shrill cry of fright, instinctively dropping the reins and grabbing the saddle with both hands to keep from falling. When finally she had brought Gerty under control, the first thing she saw was poor Brenda flat on her back on the ground with Chuck beside her. He was slowly withdrawing his hand from under her limply-sagging head, and there was bright red smudges of blood on his fingers.
Faye gasped in horror. "Wh-what happened?" she stammered in a scared shaky voice.
"Shut up!" Chuck snapped tersely, without looking up at her. "Get off that horse and keep a tight rein on her. Fm going to need her. Tipper's bolted."
He began very gently and thoroughly to palp the back of Brenda's head with his powerful fingers, carefully parting her thick golden hair to feel her skull. After a minute or so he scowled grimly at Faye who, by then, had climbed down from Gerty and was clutching the horse's reins tightly with both trembling hands.
"This is your goddamned fault," he accused her harshly. "You squeal like a stuck pig just because your horse shies at a shadow. Brenda looks around and that fucking limb catches her right on the back of her head. She could have been dragged to death."
He stood up and looked around as if to get his bearings. "Well, at least there's a cabin not far from here," he said gloomily. "I hope all she's got is a bad crack on the head, but it could be brain concussion or something worse after a blow and a nasty fall like that. I'm going to take Gerty and go to the club to call a doctor."
After he had carefully flexed each one of Brenda's lifeless arms and legs in turn and run his fingers up and down her spine without detecting any signs of damage, he gathered her inert body effortlessly up against his burly chest, cradling her dropping head on his shoulder, and led the way down a narrow trail which branched off the main path. They rounded a bend and in no time at all came upon a rustic little cabin which had been completely hidden from view by a cluster of tall pines.
"Hitch Gerty to that post," he directed Faye curtly, still holding Brenda's unconscious body in his arms as easily as a child would hold a rag doll. "There's a pass key to all the cabins in one of my hip pockets. Take it and open the door. I don't know if I should have moved her but, dammit, I couldn't just leave her lying there on the ground."
Faye obeyed his orders as quickly as she could. She had to steel herself to stick her tiny hand gingerly down into first one of his pockets, then the other, but the urgency and concern in his voice so obviously sincere that she didn't hesitate. Her slender fingers recoiled in distaste from the hardness of his sinewy thigh muscles which she distinctly felt through the thin cloth of his pockets but she finally found the key and unlocked the door.
Chuck kicked it open impatiently with one heavy boot and strode over to an enormous four-poster bed where he gently laid Brenda's sagging body down with surprising tenderness. Then he disappeared into another room which Faye guessed must be the kitchen. She could hear him in there, noisily pulling out drawers and banging things around, cursing all the time in an increasingly vicious tone of voice.
Hesitantly she entered the cabin and tiptoed over to the huge bed which seemed to literally half-fill the fair-sized room. She had never seen such a big bed, she thought distractedly. Then warm tears welled up uncontrollably in her worried grey eyes and streaked down her cheeks as she gazed upon the motionless form of the beautiful girl she had come to love so much in just two brief weeks. Brenda's lovely face, usually glowing with health and vitality, looked as pale as death and the only sign that she was alive at all was the faint irregular rise and fall of the white shirtwaist witch covered her firm full breasts.
"I should undo her bra," Faye said to herself, and in spite of her grief her thoughts flew back to that miraculous dreamy afternoon when they had first kissed each other... Brenda unbuttoning both their blouses as if it were the most natural thing in the world... Brenda's swollen cherry red nipples thrusting out erectly from the coral-tinted areolas which crowned the soft creamy white mounds... their smell... their delicious smell...
"For chrissake, snap out of it!" Chuck snarled angrily at her.
Faye jumped guiltily and flushed as he stomped back into the room with a decanter full of an amber liquid and a tumbler.
"No iodine, no cotton, not even a goddamned aspirin," he growled. "Somebody's gonna catch hell for this."
He shoved the decanter and glass roughly into her hands. "Dab a little of this on the cut, and if she comes to, give her some to drink. It's brandy," he told her. "I'm going for the doctor now, but I'll be lucky if I get one back here in two hours."
He started for the door, 'then as an afterthought went back to the bed and gently eased off Brenda's tight-fitting boots.
"Loosen her belt and make her as comfortable as possible," he ordered, glaring savagely at her as if he'd like to kill her. "Do you understand what I'm saying, goddamn it!"
Faye nodded dumbly up at him, too frightened to open her mouth. He stepped forward and slapped her tear-stained face hard, twice on each cheek, so hard that she was knocked half-stunned back against the bed, still clutching the decanter and tumbler desperately in her frail little hands.
"Dumb bitch!" he gritted through tightly clenched teeth.
Faye thought he was going to hit her again, but instead he turned and strode out, slamming the door violently behind him. A moment later she heard Gerty's hooves pounding down the trail as he galloped off.
"Oh God," she breathed, "Oh dear God... " She felt convulsive sobs starting deep in the pit of her stomach but fought them down. Chuck was no better than a wild beast, but he was right, it was her fault that Brenda was lying there... in a coma... maybe dying. The thought was just too awful to bear. She had to pull herself together...
With the decanter rattling against the edge of the tumbler, she unsteadily poured out some brandy and gulped it down. The harsh raw liquid which she had never tasted before burned her throat and set her stomach on fire, but after a moment her head seemed to clear and her nerves felt calmer.
Quickly and efficiently she unbuckled Brenda's belt, undid the top button of her riding breeches and slid down the zipper. She sucked in her breath sharply at the enchanting sight of Brenda's soft golden pussy hair peeking through the sheer black lace of her panties. If only she could touch those wonderful curls... entwine them lovingly around her yearning fingers... nothing more.
Faye reproached herself immediately for having such thoughts at a time of dire emergency and set methodically about the difficult task of getting the snug tightly-clinging whipcord jodhpurs off Brenda's long lithe legs. She resolutely refused to let herself look back up at the enticing half-hidden blonde "vee" nestling at the juncture of the shapely rounded thighs she was gradually exposing as she worked the breeches down... God, how many times had she dreamed of doing just this... undressing her beloved golden-haired Brenda... but not in such terrible circumstances as these... She finally got the jodhpurs all the way off. By then, though, her tugging fingers had slowed their movements almost to caresses, and Faye was aware of an unaccustomed warmth giddily suffusing her mind and spreading through her already over-charged nervous system.
Nevertheless, she managed to maintain a semblance of self-control until she had .fumblingly opened Brenda's shirtwaist and unhooked her brassiere. Then... it was as if an alien will took possession of her, and she watched in helpless fascination as her two hands stealthily slid the encumbering brassiere off the unconscious girl's proudly ripened breasts. The sight of them there so close was too much for Faye...
A low moan broke from her throat, and she buried her face compulsively in the deep fleshy cleavage between the two soft white globes, pressing their comforting firmness against her tear-stained cheeks with both hands. It felt so good and peaceful just to lie there, and surely that was doing no harm... they smelled so good. She began avidly inhaling their intoxicating perfume... Just one kiss, she told herself, just one... Brenda had wanted her to kiss them that afternoon when Danny Mott had almost caught them. Just one! Barely grazing the satin-textured flesh, Faye's moistly parted lips drifted lightly upward and hovered briefly above the pink areola before settling around the flattened nipple.
Shivers of lewd delight raced through her trembling young body as she began to suck tenderly and lovingly, feeling the nipple begin to pulse and harden between her clasping lips. This can't be wrong, she told herself, I'm giving it life. I'm drawing out the poison, to cure you, my darling Brenda, She began to suck more urgently, caressing and fondling the other breast with her hand, pulling and pinching the nipple with her fingers until it too was erect and pulsing with a vibrant life. I'll cure all of you, my darling Brenda, Faye mused dreamily, continuing to suck and kiss one breast but letting her hand leave the other to drift featherlike here and there, lightly touching Brenda's pale cool face, stroking her soft golden hair, trailing down her warm firm tummy... toward the black lace panties... to dip under the tight elastic waistband...
Faye sprang away from the bed, horrified at the depraved thing she had been about to do. God, she was no better than a ghoul! She covered Brenda up hastily with a sheet and a fluffy eiderdown, but even this innocent act sent a renewed surge of desire raging through her loins. She turned shakily away and dropped into a chair. A rocking chair... Listlessly she realized what had struck her as soon as she entered the room but until now had been buried under her guilt and anxiety feelings about Brenda. The room was a faithful reproduction of one in some quaint old New England home such as she hadn't seen since her childhood visits to her aunt's farm in New Hampshire. What a long time ago that seemed now, those sweet innocent days. She tried to blot out the insane sinful thoughts crowding through her mind by concentrating on the details of the room... smoke-blackened field-stone fireplace... hooked rug... what looked like a genuine antique maplewood chest of drawers with a blue-and-white water pitcher on top of it...
No use! Her wildly throbbing loins were on fire. Oh God! She jammed her little fist angrily between her legs and through the heavy twill of her breeches began to grind down on the swollen bud of her clitoris, as if to punish the source of her torment, but the only result was another tide of frustrated desire washing over her like a black wave. She was going out of her mind! In desperation she grabbed the decanter and gulped down some more of the fiery brandy, again experiencing the momentary clearing of her head.
One thing was sure... she couldn't trust herself a second longer in the room with the unconscious girl she longed so intensely to take in her arms and hug tenderly and... make love to. She stood up and walked unsteadily into the kitchen, registering vaguely that it was well-stocked with canned food and liquor and that... the back door was securely locked from the inside by a heavy iron bolt! No one could get in that way. In a flash she was at the front door, opening it, and... Yes! Her hunch had been right. In his haste Uncle had left the key in the lock. She pulled it out and locked the door from the inside, leaving the key in place. That way, no one could surprise her if she... took a shower. There must be a shower in a place like this which had obviously been designed as a rendezvous for lovers. Why, two people could live here for a month, hidden away in the woods, seeing only each other. God, if only that terrible accident hadn't happened, she and Brenda...
Faye opened the only remaining door in the cabin and, of course, there it was, a completely equipped modern bathroom. All she needed was a good cold shower to cleanse her mind of all those unwholesome thoughts of making love to Brenda while the poor girl lay there in a coma, maybe dangerously injured.
Slipping quickly out of her clothes, she started toward the shower and then stopped as if halted by an invisible wall. "Oh God, I mustn't," she whispered even as her hand slid down to her softly curling black pussy hair. One finger made immediate electric contact with her hotly pulsating clitoris. God, every night for the last two weeks she had been making herself two, three, sometimes four times a night, imagining Brenda's warm voluptuous body in her arms.
Not really aware of what she was doing, the hopelessly aroused young wife ran back into the bedroom, still fingering herself feverishly, pushing her hand deep into the steaming furrow of her dripping little cunt. She knew it was sick, morbid, ghoulish, but the frantic urge was too much for her, the wickedness of what she knew she was going to do only made her want to do it more. Shivering with breathless anticipation, she nakedly stretched out on the bed beside the unconscious blonde girl and boldly flung away the sheet and eiderdown so that she could see as well as feel their two bodies finally united.
Brenda still lay in the same position, but her breath seemed to be coming more fitfully and a faint film of perspiration had formed on her upper lip. Tenderly Faye licked it away, slipping her soft thirsting tongue between Brenda's succulent lips for a lingering taste of her sweet mouth, continuing all the time to stroke the warm moist darkness between her own legs. There was no hurry now... two hours Chuck had said... she was lost anyway... so make this delicious forbidden pleasure last as long as possible. With her mouth still glued to the unconscious girl's lips, Faye withdrew her hand from between her own legs and slid it under Brenda's panties, her fingers delighting in their first thrilling contact with the silken curls covering the swelling pubic mound... exploring... parting the surprisingly moist cuntal lips... and finally closing upon the magical bud of Brenda's clitoris which was just as swollen and juicy as her own.
God, Faye thought, even if she was damned forever, she couldn't wait any longer. She slid her mouth down Brenda's smooth flank and with trembling hands eased the black lace panties from under her beautifully rounded buttocks and down the girl's tapered thighs to below the knees. Then, with a sensation of swooning rapture she sank her face into the mass of golden curls, into the delicious smell of aroused female flesh nudging in between the satiny thighs until her probing tongue found the moistly heated pussy slit.
The first taste of the motionless girl's pungent vaginal secretions drove Faye wild. All sense of shame or restraint was wiped from her mind by the overpowering lust-love she felt for this nakedly beautiful creature beneath her. She pushed Brenda's limp legs apart and haunched down between them, gently pressing apart the sparsely covered, gold-tufted lips of her cunt until the delicate pink inner petals were fully exposed. Nestled between them was the swollen, palpitating bud of her clitoris. Reveling in her own lewd abandon, Faye sank her soft mouth down on the blonde girl's quivering little clitoris and began to suck and suck it as if nothing else in the whole world mattered. It was... oooooh... so sweet... soooooo oooo... She had drifted far away into a dark region of insane forbidden pleasures when Brenda shuddered convulsively and a low moan came from her throat.
With a sickening sense of shame Faye froze in the middle of her obscene ravishing of the helpless young girl. For a moment she couldn't look up, she didn't dare, then a light caressing pressure on her head flooded her with relief. She looked up and saw that Brenda's lovely blue eyes were open, and that there was a teasing little smile on her lips.
"H-How do you feel?" Faye faltered in confusion.
"Oh, my head feels awful," Brenda sighed dreamily. "But that feels wonderful, please don't stop."
"Oh, Brenda!" Faye exclaimed joyously. She flung herself up to passionately kiss Brenda on the mouth, but drew away in distress when she saw her poor love wince from the pain in her head.
"It's all right, honey," Brenda soothed her. "If you'll just kiss me down there some more, it really feels so wonderful... In a little while when I feel better, I'll do it to you." Then she spread her firm young thighs far apart, exposing the entire naked pink furrow of her cunt with its throbbing little clitoral heart and slowly dilating vaginal hole. With an animal groan of pleasure Faye crawled back down and hungrily buried her glowing face in the young blonde's wetly pulsating cunt...
* * *
This was what Chuck Anderson had been waiting for. He was standing stark naked in the kitchen where he had been waiting patiently for these preliminaries to be completed, listening attentively as the wet slurping sounds and little mewls of pleasure gained momentum. It hadn't ought'a be long now, old son, he mentally told his rock-hard cock which was aimed toward the bedroom like a rocket about to blast off its pad. When he had first pulled his hand from under Brenda's head and saw the blood on it, he had thought for a moment that their plan had misfired and she had really been hurt in faking the fall. Later, though, as he was carrying her to the cabin, she had opened one eye and winked, so he knew the blood must have come from some accidental but superficial cut.
The rest had been easy! After softening up Fancy Pants a little, just to make sure she would take a nip or two of the brandy, he had galloped off a ways, tethered Gerty to a tree and walked back. Ron Fuller had fixed the bolt on the kitchen door so that with a little pressure the screws on the jamb side pulled out and he was in. After that it was just a matter of waiting for old Mother Nature to take her course, which she evidently was doing.
When he figured the two nakedly entwined girls were too busy to take notice, he stepped into the bedroom to get a better view of the goings-on. Brenda was spread-eagled on the bed, panting like a wind-broke horse, with her lips bared back over her teeth as she ground her pelvis rhythmically up and down under Fay's tongue-fucking. For someone who was supposed to be just putting on an act, she sure was doing a good job, Chuck grinned to himself. As for Fancy Pants, she was carrying on as if she'd been sucking pussy all her life. Her luscious little ass was waving and jerking like a balloon in the air, and as she got more and more excited rooting up between Brenda's legs, her own legs were spreading and Chuck could see the fringes of her black pussy hair dripping juicily. What really got him, though, was the way her tiny cherry anus sort of winked at him beckoningly from the hairless crack between her back-thrusting buttocks. It was more than a man could stand...
Stroking his thick foreskin leisurely back and forth on his great jutting cock, he strolled across the room to the bed and boomed out in a loud threatening voice, "Well, well! What have we here!"
Faye's head flew up convulsively in sheer panic, almost grazing the end of the cannon-like penis pointed directly at her. Too stunned to speak, she stared helplessly at the monstrous weapon with an expression of pure unadulterated terror contorting her delicate facial features, which were smeared and glistening with Brenda's vaginal fluids.
"I ran into Ron on the trail," Chuck went on accusingly. "Sent him for the doctor and hurried right back here to see how the poor patient was getting along... and what do I find... ? Our new University President's refined young daughter down on her hands and knees cunt-lapping her riding instructor! Now ain't that something? Does it taste good?" he tormented the petrified girl. "How'd you like to try some of this for a change?"
He thrust the blood-engorged head of his massive cock closer to Faye's wetly quivering mouth, but she shrank away in horror. "No... ? Well, maybe the poor patient won't be so choosy." He moved down toward Brenda's head, grabbed her hair and twisted her face brutally toward his massively throbbing shaft.
"No! You can't!" Faye cried, finally goaded into speech by the enormity of what he was going to do. "She's injured. She was unconscious."
"That didn't stop you, did it!" Chuck shot at her, seeing by her guilt-stricken expression that he had struck home. "Well, we'll see if I can or can't." Sinking his thumb and forefinger into Brenda's cheeks, he forced open her mouth as if she was a recalcitrant horse.
"Oh, please don't," Faye pleaded pathetically. Then, when she saw that he intended to force poor Brenda to suck his horrible inhumanly large penis anyway, she suddenly screamed, "Take me... ! Take me instead... ! Just don't hurt her anymore!"
"Take you where, baby?" Chuck questioned sarcastically. "Take you home? Take you to the movies maybe? Tell me where you want me to take you."
Oh God, Faye moaned inwardly to herself, what difference did a word make at a time like this... ? She was ready to do anything to spare her darling Brenda that awful obscene oral act... she was even ready to take Chuck's disgusting penis up inside her vagina where it would pollute her forever, if it didn't tear her apart; but she couldn't bring herself to say the word she knew he wanted her to say... "Fuck me," she whispered finally, relinquishing the last shred of her maidenly modesty. She started to move away from Brenda to offer up her defenseless body to his lewd rape, but he caught her nakedly rounded buttocks in his vise-like grasp and immobilized her.
"You don't deserve to be fucked," he growled menacingly at her. "Picking on a poor unconscious girl."
She felt the bed sag under his weight as he got into position behind her. Oh God, he was going to do it to her like a dog! Rich had told her there were people who did it that way... like animals. She steeled herself against the repulsion and pain she knew she would feel when the huge hot head of Chuck's angrily throbbing penis drove up into her vagina from behind, and for the first time since he had entered the room she looked up and met Brenda's eyes. There was an expression of sympathy and compassion in them... and something else Faye couldn't understand at first.
Then she became aware of a movement and realized that Brenda's pelvis was still quivering and gyrating slightly right under her face and that her little hair-lined vaginal mouth was still contracting and expanding with excited desire. Desire! Brenda wanted her to go on sucking her cunt even though Chuck was there and about to start his abominable animal-like copulation. For a moment Faye was shocked and dismayed that her friend could be so selfish and callous but then she remembered her own ghoulish behavior earlier that afternoon and the blind craving to kiss her succulent pussy lips that had swept away all her scruples. Brenda wasn't responsible for her body's unsatiated desire, Faye realized, gazing hungrily down on the clitoris vibrantly erect between the ragged pink lips of her beloved's sweet cunt. With a sigh she bent down her head and took the hot glutinous little bud in her mouth again, sucking and licking it tenderly, delighting in the immediate response of the loins beneath her. If only she could shut out the painful sensation of those hard alien fingers clamped on her defenselessly upraised buttocks and... all the rest!
Almost immediately she felt the thick round hardness of Chuck's penis slide between her legs and rub up along her wet cuntal furrow until it reached her apprehensively tingling clitoris. Here it paused momentarily before moving on, crushing the tiny obstacle in its path. It was the first time flesh of another human being had ever touched her there, except Rich of course, but Faye felt nothing more than if someone had shoved a hard round pole between her legs. Really, it didn't feel much different from the times she had rubbed her vagina back and forth on the arm of the big chair in her bedroom these last couple of weeks... in her feverish onanistic longing for Brenda... a sort of irritating mechanical stimulation which ended with an unsatisfying orgasm. If she could just think of Chuck's penis that way, as an inanimate object, not really alive, the ordeal wouldn't be so bad no matter how much it hurt. Physical pain she could stand; it was the idea of being actually touched by this sadistic brute she couldn't stand. So if she could just concentrate!
Then that hope also fled when she felt his wiry pubic hairs prickling into the tender virginal flesh around her anus as he pulled back on her buttocks and rammed his pelvis against them, sliding his long thick cock the full length of her wetly throbbing vaginal slit until its lust-bloated head appeared in front of the nakedly kneeling girl. God, it was so long! She could feel it throbbing now; there was no escaping the hot life pulsing in that thick shaft. In spite of herself Faye raised up so that she could look back between her heavily swaying breasts at the great bulbous head protruding from between her legs. It looked as if it was growing out of her belly - as if she had a cock of her own-and the lewdness of the sight started a chain of other obscene images flickering through her brain, foul disgusting fragments of half-remembered dreams... her body and other bodies in wild abandoned postures of depraved intercourse... Where had they all come from, she wondered bewilderedly, was she really like that? It was as if some mental barrier had suddenly dissolved, and all these orgiastic demonic figures had suddenly charged up from the depths of her unconscious mind somewhere and were rampaging all over her body with tiny pitchforks of desire.
She realized that the moist mushroom-like head of Chuck's penis had withdrawn part of the way and was now revolving around and around her clitoris, sending these tiny jolts of undecipherable sensation out to the farthest tips of her tormented nerves. It was so completely different from when she touched herself there, she didn't want him to stop! She could feel his knuckles moving in her wide-open anal crack and in a split-second vision she saw him as clearly as in a photograph, kneeling behind her like a satyr, manipulating his long white penis between her buttocks. God, where was it going to end? She heard Brenda moaning, "Oh, Faye, honey, don't stop now... It feels so good... I was so close... Suck me some more, Faye, please, honey... " and she felt Brenda's frantic-hands tangling in her hair to pull her down again, so she lowered her face between the beautiful blonde girl's writhing loins and resumed the wet licking, sucking and probing with her tongue, but this time the nakedly kneeling brunette's oral caresses were mechanical; all her attention was now focused on her own unprotected genitals as if her very survival depended on what happened back there. She felt his thick finger slip into her hotly moistened vaginal slit, then slide the short distance up her crevice to her defenseless little anal opening which he massaged and moistened before dipping down again for more genital lubricant. Somehow... she couldn't explain it because such a thing was totally outside her experience, unless it had happened to her in one of those unspeakable dreams... somehow Faye had the premonition that his blunt finger was going to be rammed up her rectum to prepare the way for the enormous penis now sawing back and forth between her thighs. Chuck was going to... fuck me in my asshole!
The words flashed into her mind like neon signs, and then for an absurd instant she saw her husband Kirk's face calmly reciting the statistics on the number of people in such and such an income bracket who... NO! It wasn't possible. Even having a thermometer stuck up there when she was a child had hurt like hell, and Chuck's cock was a thousand times bigger.
With her face deep in the moist steaming folds of Brenda's cunt she began whimpering like a small dog that knows it's going to be punished and can't get away, and the next time she felt Chuck's outstretched finger pressing against the frantically puckering ring of her anus she squirmed ineffectually back against it. She couldn't stand the agonizing suspense any longer. She simply had to get it over with - end this torture once and for all.
"I'll be goddamned," she heard Chuck mutter, then a searing lacerating flame of pain scorched up through every nerve end in her body right to the roots of her hair as Chuck rammed his thick calloused finger brutally through the tight rubbery ring guarding her violated rectum.
"Aaaaagggghhh!" Fay groaned, struggling to raise her head against the pressure of Brenda's hands. "Oooooooohhhhh!" she wailed as Chuck began rotating his finger deep up her anal passage. "Brennndddaaa! Help!" she begged, managing to lift her head just enough to catch a glimpse of her friend's beautiful face oblivious now to everything but the pursuit of orgasm; it was a face contorted in a grimace of frustration.
Tears burst into Faye's eyes as she felt Brenda's hands tug savagely at her hair, pulling her down into her insatiably grinding vagina.
What did anything matter anyway? Weakly in defeat, she dropped her nose again, hardly able to breathe as her nose was buried in the blonde girl's heated cuntal flesh, and began to feebly lick her swollen clitoris again. At least the cauterizing pain in her cruelly impaled anus was subsiding as Chuck's outstretched finger succeeded in little by little stretching the tiny passage. She was all numb back there, anesthetized, except for the faintest little suspicion of a wiggling flutter of sensation deep in her belly somewhere. Then the finger was withdrawn, leaving her forever-stretched anal opening puckering like a feeding fish's mouth in the cool afternoon air. Faye knew what that meant, she knew what was coming and in a flash of revelation she knew that somehow it was going to destroy her... maybe not her body but everything she had been until then! With renewed tenderness and energy she began sucking and tongue-fucking deep into Brenda's sweet engulfing pussy as if her only desire was to give her beautiful blonde friend pleasure in the last few minutes left to her.
Brenda sighed with relief and let her desire-tautened body relax again as she felt Faye's ardor returning and the more urgent tongue licking up between her legs. God, what a fool she'd been to dread this moment... to dread having Faye actually touch her. Why there was nothing like it, she thought, floating away on a cloud of blissful dreamy sensation. She had felt this strange eagerness the second Chuck had left the cabin and Faye had begun to undress her. There was so much tenderness and love in those timid fingertips roaming over her body, she had just wanted to throw her arms around the naive brunette and hug her, but she had stubbornly clung to her stupid idea that love between two women was unnatural and repulsive. That was what she had been brought up to believe, so she had forced herself to lie there like a corpse, telling herself that Faye was a warped perverted creature who deserved any kind of hellish torment Chuck Anderson could put her through.
Now she realized this was only a selfish excuse to justify her cold-bloodedly using Faye to get even with Chuck. She had deliberately set out to make Faye fall in love with her, leading her on, and even taking the initiative by kissing her that day in the harness room. And she had agreed to go along with Chuck's scheme for getting Faye alone in one of the isolated cabins in the woods so he could rape her... that was what it really amounted to... because she wanted Faye to really hate Chuck so much that she would go to her father and tell him the truth about the Valentine Club, and Dr. Reuben would have the Club shut down and Chuck run out of the state, maybe even put in jail! That was going to be her sweet revenge for the way that bastard had treated her, luring her away from her family, turning her into his private whore, then tossing her away like a bone.
Oh, my plan is going to work all right, Brenda thought grimly, remembering the way Faye had been moaning and whimpering in pain a few minutes before. The brutal sonuvabitch had already hurt the poor girl, and he hadn't even begun to fuck her yet, wait until he really went to work with that huge battering ram of a cock of his, poor Faye would never know what hit her!
Brenda opened her eyes and looked up at Chuck. There was a loathsome expression of pure animal lust etched on his face which made him heedless of everything else as he stared sadistically down at Faye's helpless upturned ass cheeks. God! she just couldn't stand the sight of him! The bastard hadn't been near her since the night he had thrown her to Sam, and nobody else had either. She was sure he had given orders to Sam and Danny and Ron to stay away from her, she wasn't about to believe all of a sudden she had become so repulsive that no one wanted to sleep with her any more, particularly Sam... There'd been times she was so lonely she would willingly have taken the little runt back in her bed, he hadn't been so bad after all; in fact, once he got started he was pretty good, she had to admit, but even he had kept his distance, hadn't even made one of his dirty cracks at her. It was all a goddamn conspiracy to make her feel like an outcast.
Thank God there had been sweet gentle Faye coming out there every day during those two lonesome weeks, poor Faye who was so full of love and affection but too shy to make any advances. Brenda looked fondly down at the dark head nuzzling sweetly at the warmly tingling flesh up between her legs and gave herself up completely again to the instinctively knowing caresses of the other girl's supple tongue. Aaaaaahhhh... that was it!... There... there! She felt every fiber in her body responding to these delicate never-before-felt waves of sensual delight rippling through her reawakened body as if each subtle probe of Faye's wetly licking tongue was a pebble dropped into some unknown enchanted pool at the very sacred center of her being. God, if this was wrong, if this wonderful feathery rapture was forbidden, she didn't care! She wanted it! She wanted it more than anything else in the world!
"Uuuuuuuunnnnhhhh...!"
Brenda heard the inhuman sound muffled in her crotch and felt an explosive puff of warm air deep up inside her vagina as the kneeling brunette's delicate cheekbones were driven painfully hard against her pelvis by the forward thrust of Chuck's powerful hips. She frantically blanked out of her mind any thought of what Chuck might be doing to the poor girl and feverishly ground her lust-inflamed cunt up against the soft magic mouth and warmly elusive tongue in the last delirious throes of her approaching orgasm and then... Oh God! They were gone! Mouth and tongue were gone! Brenda was left trembling and alone on the maddening brink of ecstatic fulfillment. It was just... more than she could bear.
"Aaaaaaaaggggggghhhh!" Faye was screaming, and again, "Oooooooohhhh!"
Kill the fucking bitch!
Brenda thought vindictively. Kill the selfish bitch! How could she bring me so close and then stop? Bitterly she opened her angry blue eyes, and glared at the obscenely linked couple on the bed between her outstretched legs as if they were a pair of total strangers. God, she hated them both! The tendons in Faye's slender neck stood out like ropes as she braced herself on stiffened arms and knees against the next brutal assault from her rear and there was an expression in her glazed unseeing eyes that Brenda had never seen in human eyes before... frenzied... stricken... and, in some insane way, eager! She had seen something like it in the eyes of young mares being mounted by a stallion for the First time.
Unwillingly she looked up at Chuck. He was staring down between the splayed crescents of Faye's nakedly spread buttocks with a look of totally concentrated lust on his red perspiring face, and by the movement of his arm she could tell he was rotating his lust-thickened cock against Faye's pussy, lubricating it, so he wasn't in yet. God, the young wife must really be tight.
Then, as she saw Chuck gather himself for what she knew intuitively was going to be the final thrust home, the truth dawned on Brenda. Jesus! It was something about the angle of their two bodies... Jesus, God... she finally realized what Chuck was going to do... he was going to fuck Faye in the anus! He was going to ram that long thick penis of his through that tiny little opening and all the way up inside her rectum.
The way Sam had done to her with the cane and riding crop... except that Chuck's cock was at least five times thicker than the cane Sam had been able to get into her.
Brenda felt a weird jolt of nagging memory-sensation in her own tingling anus, and all of a sudden her frustration was forgotten, and she was squirming around, burrowing her way down between Faye's pain-straightened arms and widespread thighs so that she could look straight up through the girl's flared buttocks to where the huge blood-swollen head of Chuck's rock-hard penis was poised at the kneeling girl's defenseless, tightly puckered little anus. God, it just wasn't possible, he was going to split her wide open, Brenda thought, remembering the jagged flashes of pain that had wracked her body when Sam first jabbed into her with his finger... and how she had squirmed away trying to escape. But Faye was just submissively kneeling there like a slave with her upturned ass cheeks waiting to be skewered. She must want it there, Brenda mused with a beginning of envy, maybe she's used to it, maybe that's where her husband does it to her! Faye had never talked about her husband, but Brenda had just assumed there wasn't much going on there. Faye seemed so innocent and virginal. Some innocent virgin, she sniffed to herself, looking up through the black tangle of dripping wet pussy hairs at the visibly dilated vagina. The black-haired bitch was so hot she couldn't wait to have that thick pole stuffed up her insides! Goddamn her!
Brenda became aware of the growing tension of the two naked bodies straining against each other above her, and she caught her breath as she saw the throbbing cone-like tip of Chuck's blue-veined penis suddenly pop into Faye's hideously stretched anal opening, then stop as if it could go no further and begin to bulge out sideways under the tremendous pressure behind it... until Chuck gave a last mighty thrust of his powerful loins and his massively pulsating cock began slipping up into her screaming belly...
"Oooooohhhhh!" Faye moaned as the bludgeon-like head of Chuck's cock finally burst through her tenaciously resisting sphincter muscles and embedded itself like a red hot coal just inside her painfully stretched rectum, pulsing out scorching waves of unbearably intense heat. She felt as if the very core of her being was being burnt out, gutted by hellfire! Then the words BE THANKFUL reverberated through her mind which was half-crazed by pain and humiliation, and suddenly the subserviently kneeling young wife understood. She was being punished for her sinful enjoyment of Brenda's body! This brutal rape of her anus was going to purge her... purify her love for the beautiful blonde girl, cleanse it of all its foul, corrupt carnal elements. Once her suffering was over and she was no longer helplessly impaled on this monstrous penis which was so symbolic of all that was filthy and depraved in the world of flesh... yes, then she and her beloved Brenda could flee far from Chuck Anderson and live the rest of their lives together in pure platonic love... without the lesbianic love-making which had resulted in this brutal degradation.
Once all this seemed clear in her muddled brain, Faye began to glory in each agonizing increment of pain as Chuck flexed his hips forward, driving his rigidly thick penis half-inch by torturous half-inch, deeper and deeper, up her tormented rectum. The skewered young brunette began to stoically screw back onto the hotly throbbing shaft, giving a panting little grunt with each thrust and reveling in the sacrifice she was making for the dear blonde girl lying under her. God, she had taken almost all of his hardened thickness, she realized, as Chuck's pubic hairs prickled against the widespread cheeks of her ass. Dully, she wondered how long it would take him to cum, because in addition to the pain, she was beginning to very definitely feel the eager pulsation of his cock with the tender inner flesh of her back passage. She hoped it wouldn't take him long... and God! There he was all the way in, every last inch buried up inside her painfully rippling belly. "Faye! Faye!"
Vaguely, as if from far away, the impaled young wife became aware that Brenda was calling her, pleading with her, but what was she saying?
"Suck me, Faye, stick your Finger up my asshole, oh God, please, Faye, suck my cunt and stick your fingers up my ass, I can't stand it any longer!"
Horrified, Faye opened her eyes to see Brenda lewdly writhing and squirming beneath her, reaching up entreatingly to pull her lips down to the wetly glistening vagina again.
"No...!" Faye gasped, jerking her head up. "No, no, no!"
"You bitch!" Brenda hissed hatefully up at her. "You selfish bitch!"
Oh God, Faye groaned inwardly to herself, poor Brenda didn't understand that it was wrong, what they'd been doing... wrong to love each other in that lesbian way. But she couldn't explain, because just then Chuck began to slowly pull out the hot pulsating head of his penis and dear God, her whole body felt like an enormous bottle that was being uncorked or something. The submissively kneeling young woman had never experienced such a bewildering unnerving sensation before; it was as if Chuck had created a vacuum deep up in her bowels and they were crying out to be filled again. She felt the mushroom-shaped head of his penis withdraw almost to the still-tight ring of her anus, and was unable to stifle a sob of relief as he slammed the entire length of Ins thick, now well-lubricated penis back up inside her. God, it was beginning to feel good lodged up there and throbbing like a second heart in her belly. It felt almost as if it belonged there, and when he began to saw in and out of her with deep powerful strokes, she instinctively clambered her back, tilting her nakedly rounded buttocks up against his downthrusts and clamping down with her sphincter muscles as she yelled out.
"It hurts, God, Mr. Anderson, it hurts!" she whimpered, mostly for Brenda's benefit. She was too ashamed for the other girl to see how her traitorous body was responding to Chuck's sadistic sodomizing of her rectum; but Faye must have had a perverse quirk in her nature, because even this shame immediately intensified the flames of pleasure licking higher in her loins. It was then that she remembered her earlier intuition that this degrading experience was somehow going to destroy her... destroy everything she had been until then.
"Noooooo...!" she wailed pitifully, lamenting the passing of her innocence as the pistoning of Chuck's steel hard penis up into her warmly welcoming rectum continued to stoke the lewd fires of forbidden pleasure inside her. She felt that her very soul was being sucked into the seething cauldron of her wantonly quivering flesh.
"Bren-Brenda...!" she sobbed in one last appeal to the girl she loved, but when she opened her eyes again she saw there was no refuge there. Brenda had twisted grotesquely half onto her stomach and was frantically pumping two fingers up and down between her nakedly spread buttocks, plunging them as far up her own rectum as she could, while with the other hand she was feverishly rubbing her clitoris in a frenzy of shameless self-fingerfucking. The utter lewdness of seeing her friend reduced to a writhing lonely mass of frustrated flesh snapped something in Faye's mind. God, how many years before and after her marriage to Rich had she lain alone at night, surrounded by unseen but dimly felt bodies of fiercely copulating monsters and demons and witches, while she debased herself by her miserable efforts to find feeble release with her own fingers. But now she was no longer alone! She was where she belonged-with the demons and monsters, because what was Chuck Anderson with his hotly throbbing cock ramming into her rectum like a torture instrument from hell if he wasn't a monster! God, yes... ass... fuck... cock... the forbidden words streamed through her mind and spewed out of her lust-contorted mouth as she ground her nakedly quivering buttocks harder and harder back against Chuck's pounding loins, knowing suddenly that... that... It was there! It was there! All of the unfulfilled promises were suddenly there before her... she was there!
"Yess! Yesss! Yessss!" she chanted exultantly, for the first time in her life she was going to cum, to really cum, to cum with a hairy monster from hell. "Fuck harder, Chuck! Fuck my ass harder, haaaarrrdddeeerr! Aaaaarrrgggghhh!" she could feel it cumming, feel it cuuuuummmmiiinnng as Chuck's wildly pistoning cock expanded to inhuman size deep up inside her quaking rectum... and the last thing she remembered was Chuck groaning, "Keeeerrrriiiissst!" before the first molten jets of his hotly seething sperm exploded deep in her entrails... and all sense of space and time was obliterated from her mind... as she was plunged into a blazing inferno of orgiastic release with her own shrill screams of delight frightening the game birds that had perched outside on the roof. They fluttered off... like her lost innocence... never again to return...
"You bastards! You stinking bastards!" Brenda screamed.
The bitter words fell on deaf ears. Chuck was watching his rapidly softening cock, still all slick and shiny with his own cum and Faye's rectal juices ooze limply out of her anus; it came out with a lewd sucking noise followed by a heavy stream of his sperm as it flowed down her wearily trembling inner thighs.
Jesus, it was over, he was thinking dully to himself, for a minute there he'd been wondering if he was gonna make it out of this one all in one piece. Jesus Christ, had he ever been right that first day when he figured there sure must be something cooped up in a body like Faye's, sometimes he was so fucking right he scared the shit out of himself. Goddamn, when she'd started grinding down on his cock... the poor old thing was all red, probably be black and blue tomorrow... when she'd started milking him down with that tight little hairless hole of hers, he'd thought he'd go right through the roof. By God, that was one assfuck he wasn't about to forget in a hurry. It more than made up for all the strain he'd been under, saving Brenda's cherry little hole for Tex. What the hell was wrong with Brenda anyhow, he wondered, gradually becoming aware that she was screaming at him. She had nakedly jumped off the bed and was throwing on her clothes like a crazy woman, keeping up a steady tirade of cuss words, threats, and generally uncomplimentary remarks about the way he led life. It finally dawned on him that she hadn't cum!
"Aw, shut up and calm down, will ya, Brenda?" he growled when he could finally get a word in edgewise. "Ain't nothin' wrong with you won't be cured by being the Fox in tomorrow's Hunt."
"What...!" Brenda yelled at him, momentarily caught off guard. "Me the Fox! You think I'd be the Fox in your dumb Hunt, you dumb bastard... ! I'll Fox you, Chuck Anderson!" She shook her fist at him and stomped furiously out of the cabin, slamming the door behind her. Through the window Chuck could see her striding off in the general direction of where he'd tethered Gerty.
"What was that all about?" Faye asked timidly. She had come to stand nakedly unashamed by his side, slipping her hot little hand into his hard calloused one. "What did she mean... the Fox?"
"Now never you mind, Faye honey," Chuck soothed her gently. "I'll tell you on the way home. It looks like we'll both have to ride old Denny back... We better get dressed," he added huskily. His insatiable cock was beginning to twitch again as he felt the soft warmth of her ripe young body pressed against his side and noticed the way her proudly upthrust breasts rose and fell with her still-excited breathing. There was one helluva lot to this broad he didn't know Firsthand yet... but she was gonna be around for a while now, he reckoned. Now that she knew what it was all about, she'd be around.
"I got a million things to do at the Club, honey," he explained apologetically to her. "Folks'll be driving in from all over the state for the Spring Hunt. Tomorrow's gonna be a Big Day!"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Brenda jiggled the receiver hook impatiently again, and after a minute heard the circuit open and the operator's flat bored voice.
"Sorry, Miss, I haven't been able to locate your party yet. I'm ringing the Faculty cafeteria now." The circuit closed with a discouraging click.
Oh God, please let one of them be there, Brenda prayed to herself. She felt like she was going to faint, cooped up in the heat of the telephone booth, but she didn't dare open the door for fear one of the Club members who were constantly passing back and forth to the lavatories would overhear her. She knew what she planned was irrational, but now that she had made up her mind to go through with her scheme she was scared... and a little drunk too, she had to admit to herself. She'd drunk too goddamn much wine with dinner, on top of all the juleps beforehand; but after what had happened in the cabin that afternoon she'd really needed a lift.
Those two bastards... fucking each other into seventh heaven while she lay right there under them. She could have been on the dark side of the moon for all they cared... the bastard-bitch-buggering couple! Well, she was gonna fix their wagon for them good if only she could get in touch with Faye's father or even her husband. She'd already rung the President's mansion three times with no answer and finally, in desperation, had asked the switchboard operator to try to locate one of them on the University grounds.
It was all up to her now, she had realized. She certainly couldn't count on Faye to help her get back at Chuck anymore. Not after the way that bitch had responded to the crazy assfucking he'd given her that afternoon! Jesus, they'd both cum together within an inch of her nose, and she'd just lain there like an idiot trying to bring herself off instead of punching Chuck right square in his orange-sized balls. That would've stopped the bastard! But she'd been too fascinated watching what was going on. The way his huge thick cock finally popped through Faye's little asshole... it just didn't seem possible. And then when he started sawing back and forth, and that wantonly groaning bitch Faye humped herself at him... Brenda felt a vicarious thrill lancing upward in her own rectum from just thinking about it. Why hadn't that bastard Chuck ever fucked her back there, she'd like to know- "Professor Bullock here," a laconic voice abruptly announced over a clatter of dishes in the background.
"Per-Professor Bullock," Brenda stuttered nervously with a sinking feeling in her stomach. She hadn't really thought out what she was going to say. "I - It's about Faye... your wife... she's out here at the Valentine Club and she's in danger. You've got to come out here and get her as fast as possible!" she finally blurted out in one breath.
There was no immediate reply from the other end of the line, and Brenda heard along with the cafeteria noises a faint rhythmic crunching. He was chewing, the sonuvabitch was still chewing on his dinner! There was a distinct swallowing sound, and then the nasal New-England voice twanged again.
"Who is this calling, please?"
"I'm Brenda Holden. I work at the Valentine Club. This is no joke, Professor, it's serious. Something awful is going to happen to Faye if you don't come out and get her." Brenda tried to put as much urgency in her voice as possible, but the professor's clipped reply was definitely unconvinced.
"Please be precise," he instructed her coldly, as if she was some dumb student of his.
"She - They're gonna make her take part in an orgy! They're gonna gang-rape her! Chuck Anderson and Tex Greenbau and all the others. You've got to stop them... "
"An orgy?" the aloof voice repealed unperturbedly. Brenda could have sworn he was still chewing on something. "Is Faye drunk?"
"Yes, Professor, she doesn't know what she's doing. She's such a sweet girl, it'll ruin her life. They'll make her do horrible disgusting things! She'll never get over it. Please, Professor!" Brenda wailed, laying it on really thick. "You've got to come out and save her. Bring her father with you."
"Dr. Reuben is out-of-state at present, on a fund-raising tour." Brenda thought she detected a trace of a sneer in the voice, which was the first indication that the professor had any feelings at all. "How long does it take to drive out there?"
"A half hour if you step on it," Brenda answered quickly.
"I'll be there in forty-five minutes. Thank you for calling."
The line went dead and Brenda hung up, feeling weak in the knees. Christ, no wonder Faye had flipped out over Chuck after living with a cold-blooded prick like this professor... but anyway, he was coming and she had to get the ball rolling so that he would get an eye-full when he arrived. It was too bad Dr. Reuben wasn't coming too, but when the professor told his story and the newspapers started digging into what really went on at the Valentine Club, that should be the end of Chuck. She hoped they rode the bastard out of state on a rail. Feeling like a soldier about to march off into battle, Brenda straightened her blue organdy evening gown which just matched the color of her eyes and went upstairs. She was going to get her revenge on Chuck Anderson that very night or die trying!
* * *
The private dining room where Chuck, his guests and employees all ate democratically together was a spacious high-ceilinged rectangle running the entire width of the clubhouse and offering a splendid view of the rolling green pastures and surrounding woods. Its panelled walls were appropriately decorated with expensive prints of fox-hunting scenes and famous racehorses, and on the mantle of the vast Colonial fireplace stood numerous silver trophies won by past and present members of the Valentine Club in various sporting events.
The sun was just setting behind the hills in a static turbulence of orange and crimson when Chuck, his staff, and their two guests for the evening, Faye Bullock and Tex Greenbau, finished off the last of the Club chef's rightly famous crepes Suzette and settled comfortably back in their chairs to enjoy demitasses of aromatic Italian coffee and large snifters of Remy Martin cognac. It had been quite a repast as the numerous empty bottles of both white and red wine still on the table attested and everyone was in a festive mood...
Everyone, that is, except Brenda who had just returned to her place and was staring fixedly at Chuck as he regaled Faye with stories from his checkered past. Faye was hanging on his every word, gazing adoringly up at him, her wide gray eyes filled with wonder. That bitch, Brenda thought bitterly... that dumb-cow bitch, sitting there listening to Chuck tell his stupid lies as if he was the greatest thing on God's green earth. But such a beautiful goddamn bitch, she had to add forlornly to herself. Faye looked really radiant tonight; she had finally loosened her glossy black hair and brushed it until it floated like an ebony cloud around the delicate oval of her face, and from somewhere Chuck had produced an amazing black silk Chinese hostess grown which clung revealingly to her voluptuous curves and brought out the exotic side of her beauty.
Where in hell did that rotten bastard get that gown for her?
Brenda was wondering. She sure had never seen in around before. And that asinine worshipful expression on Faye's face! Chuck must have fucked her again on the way home, they'd taken an awful long time getting back. That must be it... he'd fucked her again, probably in the cunt this time. Just that one assfucking couldn't accomplish this miracle, transform the proud aristocratic Faye Bullock into a doting idiotic slave. Or could it? She didn't really know, Brenda reminded herself grimly, and it was getting about time to find out. The professor was due in twenty minutes or so and she wanted things to be in full swing when he pushed open the dining room door. She swigged down a heavy belt of cognac and glanced around her, wondering which one of the lecherous bastards at the table would grab her first, Tex or Ron or Andy? She hoped it wouldn't be Sam again, not that she held anything against him personally; actually she almost felt affection for the cocky little runt. He was sitting at the far end of the table on the other side of Faye, all spruced up and perched on the edge of his chair like a bantam rooster, refusing to be served any cognac.
"I ain't hadda drink of hard liquor since I... "the little man trailed off in mid-sentence, darting a furtive look down at Brenda, then actually blushing to the general merriment of all the men.
"How long did you say it's been since you had a drink, Sam?" Chuck asked slyly.
"Goddamn near two weeks," Sam boasted loudly.
"Well, Sam," Chuck drawled, "I'll tell you what. You stay off the booze two more weeks, you can start ridin' for me again. How'd you like that?"
"By God, you mean it, Chuck?" the little man exclaimed boisterously. "Well, I'll drink to that!" He grabbed up a decanter of water, splashed some in his snifter and hoisted a toast. "Here's to Sam Crothers, kiddoes! More over Willy Shoemaker, I'm coming back!"
They all drank enthusiastically to the toast except Brenda who had turned deathly pale. The moment of truth had come.
"Why didn't you finish what you were saying, Sam!" she spat viciously at the little man. "You haven't had a drink since when? Since you fucked me? Since the night Chuck Anderson made me suck your cock until it finally got hard enough for you to fuck me, you runty little bastard!"
"You enjoyed it, cunt!" Sam croaked back at her in an outraged voice. "You enjoyed it, you bitch!"
"You're goddamn right I enjoyed it!" Brenda yelled. "And I hope all you other bastards enjoyed it too! You were all out there watching, weren't you? You think you saw something then!" she ranted on wildly, glaring around the table at their astonished faces and noting a glint of amusement in Chuck's eyes. "You haven't seen anything yet! I'm the Fox, you bastards! I'm the Fox, and the Hunt's starting early this year!"
Before they knew what she was doing she was up on the table, stamping her heels in a fierce staccato flamenco rhythm, snapping her fingers and hiking up her skirt while her flying feet kicked plates and half-filled wine glasses spinning off in all directions.
"Ole!"
Valdez with his Latin temperament was the first to recover his wits. "Ole, chica! Go, baby, go!" he shouted encouragingly, beginning to clap his hands like rapid-fire pistol shots on the off-beat of the thudding rhythm. Within seconds, they were all uproariously clapping and beating time with spoons on cups and glasses, as Brenda exploded down the length of the table, m whirling like a mad dervish.
"Ole! Ole!"
they chanted as she began switching her skirt from side to side, jerking it higher and higher until it was obvious she was wearing no panties underneath and they could see the enticing undercurves of her rounded buttocks and then flashing golden fleece up between her legs...
"Take it off! Take it off!" they were shouting and hands were beginning to reach out to pinch and poke her as she spun deliriously around faster and faster, so dizzy with dancing and wine and the din they were making that she no longer knew which end of the table she was at. Their lewdly expectant faces were nothing but a blur now, pinwheeling around her. Brenda remembered throwing her dress high in the air where it seemed to stay floating all by itself, then she was half-falling, half being pulled off the table into strong arms which lowered her face down onto the soft thick pile of the rug. She was dimly aware of her hips being lifted and her buttocks being pried apart, and something moist and warm and hard slipping between them... and thinking Good!... just before she blacked out.
* * *
So many wildly exciting things had happened to Faye already today that she was sure nothing could ever shock or surprise her again. But when Brenda, without warning, jumped up on the table and started doing that weird insane dance, and suddenly everybody seemed to go crazy, whooping and clapping their hands and pulling off their clothes like madmen, well... she was glad Chuck was there to take care of her. And what was that Brenda had said about being forced to suck Sam Crothers' cock? Did that mean that the penis she had seen in Brenda's mouth that first night wasn't Chuck's after all, but that funny little bald-headed man's?
That struck Faye as really being pretty funny and she started to giggle. She took a sip of the cognac, but couldn't stop giggling... not even when Tex Greenbau, slobbering like a dog, got down on his hands and knees and started to lick Brenda's anus right there in front of everyone. In fact, it only made her giggle louder because Tex was trying to undress himself with one hand at the same time, and he just couldn't do it. She could see the tremendous bulge in his pants where his fully erected penis was trying to get out, and finally he jumped up to his feet like an eighteen year old boy and started literally ripping his clothes off. Brenda seemed to have passed out but that didn't make any difference to Tex. As soon as his long hard cock was free for action, he dropped to his knees between her legs again...
Faye's view of what was going on was suddenly blocked by the olive-skinned man, Andy, who appeared stark naked in front of her, suggestively stroking an enormous erection and smiling invitingly at her with sparkling liquid eyes. It's almost, Faye thought, as if he's asking me for the next dance. Smiling her refusal at him to show there was no offense, she reached for Chuck's hand... but he was already getting up.
"Chuck!" she cried after him, abruptly sobering up a little as her protector moved away from her.
"Later, baby," he tossed back over his shoulder. "Be nice to Andy and Ron."
What did he mean, "Be nice to Andy and Ron?" Did he really expect her to... do something with them, Faye wondered, when all she wanted to do was to be with him? The I memory of everything that had happened to her that afternoon flooded back into her mind with a rush of vivid detail. God! Chuck's penis had gotten hard again as they rode back to the Club together on old Duke. She had been wedged on the saddle in front of him and had distinctly felt his cock hardening and throbbing against her back. The knowledge that she could affect a man like Chuck that way so soon after the incredible orgasm they had just shared together made her fee! like a real woman for the first time in her life.
On the way back he had told her a story about the woman who had seduced him when he was an innocent fifteen year old stable boy... a Mrs. Verdos... how she had "sucked his cock," that was the expression he used. Faye had wanted to stop and try cocksucking right then and there but he said no, they would do it tonight. She had been looking forward to it so... God, she couldn't wait to have that huge, wonderfully throbbing penis in her mouth for it had changed her whole life that afternoon. What just that morning she would have considered the most disgusting, degrading act possible she now thought of as a beautiful natural proof of love...
She noticed that the man called Andy had sat down on her right, still stroking his thick hard penis, and that the other man, Ron, also stark naked, had pulled up a chair on her left. She couldn't help sneaking a look at his penis to compare it with Andy's. Ron was a big-boned husky man, while Andy was of a slighter build, but their cocks were about the same length and thickness though of different shades of color. She had to fight down a lunatic urge to reach out and grab both their cocks, one in each hand, like... like handlebars or something. She drank some more cognac, suppressing another nervous giggle, and looked around for Chuck. He was stark naked now, too, and was kneeling beside the unconscious Brenda, holding a snifter up to her lips.
* * *
When the raw cognac jolted Brenda back to consciousness, her first impulse was to lash out and scratch the hated face leaning over her... but she controlled it, knowing from experience how physically helpless she was with Chuck.
"Go away," she hissed at him vehemently. "I'll fuck anybody but you."
"Okay." He shrugged, starting to rise. His voice was indifferent, neutral, but somehow Brenda sensed that this wasn't the same as that other time when he'd walked away and left her alone with Sam... that if she let him go this time he would never come near her again. Suddenly the dam of her true feelings boiled forth in a flood of hot tears.
"No! Chuck, please, I take it back. I want you to fuck me," she cried, reaching out to him in total surrender.
"Right here? In front of all these people?" he asked grimly, letting his irritation with her show for the first time.
"Yes, yes, I don't care about that anymore. Fuck me now, Chuck, fuck me now!"
"It's about time you got over that bullshit," he growled, roughly pulling apart her knees and dropping his hips between them. His thick cock stiff with lust and still inflamed from the afternoon session with Faye's tight little anus was jutting out like the bowsprit of a ship, ready to go again. Brenda felt the hard rubbery head sliding easily through the outer lips of her eagerly throbbing pussy and was surprised at how moist and well-lubricated she already was.
Oh God yes! She remembered, someone Had been sucking and licking her anal crevice down there just before she passed out. What had they done to her body while she was unconscious, she wondered, feeling a sudden return of shame, She had worked herself up to behave like the lowest most degraded whore in the world, but that had been when she still thought she hated Chuck... but now?
No, no, she told herself, she must learn to stop thinking that way, she would lose Chuck if she didn't and she was ready to bear any humiliation to keep him... to keep that big pleasure-giving cock of his cumming and cumming inside of her. She could feel it pressuring against the quivering entrance of her long-neglected vagina, and little rippling thrills of delicious sensation were beginning to ebb and flow through her naked young body again as he began to nudge his way up into her secret flesh up between her legs. Oh, it was worth it, anything was worth it, it had been so long since she had felt him there... a whole month, counting the trip... and then these past two weeks of pure hell... but what did all that matter? She had him in her arms again!
"Oh, Chuck, I love you so much," she breathed ecstatically, reaching down to tug at his muscular buttocks, wanting all of his hot, oak-hard cock inside her cunt right away, but he continued to hold back, rotating the swollen glans tantalizingly just inside her vagina. Then she felt his weight slip off her as he eased over onto his side, pulling her with him so that his thick cock-head remained solidly lodged just inside her clasping pussy mouth.
"You don't mind if my old friend Tex Greenbau joins us, do you, Brenda?" she heard Chuck ask and felt strange fingers probing between her buttocks.
"N-n-no-oo, not if you want him to, Chuck," she quavered, instinctively stiffening her hungrily quivering body against the rear attack in spite of her resolves. God, he had done it again! Like with Sam! He had softened her up for someone else! But no, on second thought this time was different. He wasn't leaving her! She could still feel his lust-swollen cock-head jerking just inside her greedily welcoming cunt. He must have a reason for making her do these awful things. She just had to trust him, that was all.
"Don't fight it, Brenda," Tex Greenbau advised her in his lazy drawl as he lay down in back of her. "This is gonna hurt me more than it does you. Goddamighty!" He gave a low whistle as she relaxed a little, and he succeeded in prying apart her tightly clenched ass cheeks. "Would you look at that beautiful little asshole. I can tell it's a cherry, ain't it honey?"
Brenda anxiously searched Chuck's face for a clue of what he really felt for her, some sign of tenderness... anything, even scorn or hatred, but it was like looking at a block of granite. There was nothing, except deep in his tawny eyes a glint of something. What? She didn't know, and in a flash of insight realized that she never would know. He was almost as much a stranger to her as the man lying on his side behind her, and she would never possess him the way he possessed her. Sadly she closed her eyes and buried her face against his neck, trying to prepare herself for what was to come. Immediately she felt something hard and hotly throbbing slide into the trembling crevice between her ass cheeks, and a flurry of fear stirred in her belly as she remembered the searing stab of pain when Sam first jabbed his finger up there... and this was no finger! It felt so big back there, even bigger than Chuck's penis. But there was nothing she could do about it!
"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhh!" she screamed, as at some unseen signal both Chuck and Tex rammed their long hard cocks into her simultaneously. "Nooooo! Jesus, stooooppp...!" Her brutally skewered body thrashed wildly against the merciless double impalement, and she was totally submerged in blinding pain, as if she had been tossed into a vat of molten metal! At the same time, though, she felt an upward surge of masochistic release, a sense of her mind soaring high above her futilely flailing body, almost enjoying its suffering. Then Chuck began fucking into her wildly bucking cunt with hard brutal strokes and she realized that only the huge head of Tex Greenbau's cock had penetrated her painfully stretched rectum. There was still a long way to go in that direction. Gingerly, as the first shock waves of pain subsided and her cock widened anus adjusted itself to the throbbing alien presence embedded in it, Brenda began very slowly and timidly at first, then more and more boldly, to screw her buttocks back on Tex's rigidly impaling penis. It hurts! God how it hurts... ! Faye's earlier whimpers echoed in her ears, and even while each new thrust into her pain-clenched rectum was still lacerating every nerve-end in her body, she was thinking triumphantly to herself: If that bitch Faye can do it, I can too... and do it better!
* * *
Faye had felt a rage of pure female jealousy when Chuck with his great wonderfully thick cock jutting stiffly out in front of him had climbed down between Brenda's legs and started to fuck into her greedy little cunt. Then, when the man called Tex had also thrust into Brenda's anus from the rear, the incredible spectacle of the beautiful young blonde lewdly and helplessly sandwiched between two powerful men had transformed her jealousy into prurient fascination. God, she was discovering new appetites and desires in herself so fast that her dazed brain could hardly keep up with their meaning. She was actually sitting there between two naked strangers as if she were in a theater, watching the brutal public debasement of the girl who only that afternoon she had thought she loved more than anyone else on earth. Not only watching it, but enjoying it with invigorating tingles of lascivious excitement racing through her veins. Her breath was coming faster and faster in sympathy with the accelerating rhythm of the .three wildly buffeting bodies now at her feet, and she felt all her senses being honed to razor sharpness in preparation for whatever new delight was to come. But there was no hurry, she could wait while her excitement grew.
In a sharp lurid fantasy fired by all the wine and cognac she had drunk, Faye suddenly saw herself as the all-powerful Empress of a pagan oriental court, and the bestial coupling of the three gasping wretches in front of her was the lust-projection of her wanton imperial will... a command performance staged by abject slaves for her private titillation... and the nakedly panting men on either side of her were also slaves whose sole duty it was to stimulate and try to satisfy the unquenchable imperial appetite for strange and novel carnal aberrations.
When she felt their hot hands gliding up the silken skin of her inner thighs and their rough slave fingers pinching and fondling and dipping into her panties, she spread her legs far apart to make their task easier. In a few moments one of these grovelling slaves was going to have the privilege of sucking her royal vagina, but she really hadn't decided which one it was to be yet. Meanwhile she kept her attention fixed on the virtuoso performance of the three wildly fucking bodies galvanized by satanic lust on the floor in front of the throne. With the detached appreciation of a connoisseur she admired the thickness and turgid length of the two rigid penises glistening wetly with cuntal and rectal secretions as they alternately emerged from the adjoining orifices of the poor female slave sweating and grunting at her feet...
"Aaaaaaarrrrgggghhh...!" came the wild banshee-like scream of the woman slave as she apparently approached her climax. "Fuck harder! Fuck my ass harderrrrr, Tex!"
Imagined bravoes and thunderous applause were echoing in Faye's feverish mind when she heard a far-away voice hiss.
"Lemme suck her cunt first!"
There was a slave's head between her legs, she realized, a head covered with coarse reddish-brown hair about the color and texture of old Duke's, mane, and her panties had disappeared somewhere. The head was nuzzling up between her legs, and something warm and moist and deliciously soft was swabbing at the thinly bearded lips of her pussy, inching its wet way toward the quivering hypersensitive bud of her clitoris. Shamelessly she splayed her thighs even further apart, sliding her buttocks up to the very edge of the chair so that her whole eagerly throbbing cuntal plane was wide open to him.
And then as if all her wonderfully erotic fantasies had suddenly materialized, the so-often dreamed-of tongue was eagerly licking and the hot lips passionately sucking her swelling little organ that for two weeks she had been drubbing and torturing in her pitiful solitary attempts at self-release. It made no difference that it was Ron Fuller's tongue instead of Brenda's, it was still so ecstatic. God, every nerve-end in her sensually awakened body was vibrating with each stroke of that laving tongue. The powerful suction of Ron's mouth on her throbbing little clitoris was creating a vacuum deep up in her cunt that she knew only a big pistoning cock spouting thick creamy cum could ever fill. But there was still plenty of time before that...
Faye closed her eyes and leaned back dreamily, savoring each delicate nuance of sensation the expert tongue licking up between her wide-spread legs was bringing to the surface of her consciousness. It was so different from the volcanic earthshaking eruption she had experienced deep in her bowels that afternoon, subtler, more esoteric! She had so much to learn about her own pleasure-seeking body... and men's bodies. Brazenly, without even opening her eyes, she reached to her right and tenderly closed her fingers around the rockhard shaft of Andy's warmly pulsating penis, feeling it jerk and throb as she stroked it and gently squeezed the excitement-moistened head with her finger tips. She knew she was going to suck it in a little while. She didn't really know how, of course, never having done it before, but after that afternoon she knew her long-suppressed sensuality would properly guide her tongue and mouth when the time came.
"Madre de Dios," she heard Andy mutter. "Let us make ourselves more comfortable, amigo!" Then Ron's head was withdrawn from between her legs and strong hands pulled her forward so that she was positioned with her elbows and knees on the thick-piled rug and her voluptuously rounded ass cheeks high in the air. Andy's sinewy legs were stretched wide outside her arms, and he was aiming his massively throbbing cock directly at her half-opened and salivating mouth. A little drop of semen glittered like a pearl in the tiny slit at the end of the swollen purplish head, and with a will of its own her tongue flicked out and deftly licked away the miniscule droplet which was immediately replaced by another welling up along his sperm canal from his cum-filled balls.
"Aaaaahhhh," Andy breathed admiringly.
"Now you suck my cock, senora mas bonita, madonna of my dreams! You suck Andy's cock for him good... Si?"
"Siiii!" Faye hissed at him and with a toss of her heavy black mane of hair she bent forward with flared nostrils and watering mouth to taste fully for the first time in her life the pungent tang of aroused male genitals. "In my cunt!" she shot back over her shoulder at Ron whose hard rubbery cockhead she could feel prodding close to the tight puckered ring of her anus. "Fuck me in my cunt," she directed boldly, half the Empress of her fantasy again. "I've already had Chuck up my ass today."
"You're the boss, lady," Ron grinned obligingly at her, and she felt him guiding the bulbous, mushroomed head of his penis toward her eagerly dilated vaginal opening. Ah yes, this is it, I'm going to get fucked at both ends in a befittingly royal style, Faye thought incoherently to herself, half out of her mind with licentious craving which was fed back and amplified a thousand times by the lewd salacious images flashing through her wine-enflamed brain.
God! If Rich could only see her like that, kneeling between the big hard cocks of these two lusty grooms... poor Rich with his tiny prick and sneaky little masturbations. She knew that from now on she could never hope for any kind of sexual gratification from her husband. Chuck Anderson, with his sadistically wonderful rape of her backside had opened the Pandora's box of her eroticism, and all her secret jinns and demons and nagging devils were free now to goad her on from one oral-anal-sodomizing fornication to another and she loved it! God, she never wanted to stop! With a little moan as Ron's heavy shaft plowed far up inside her wetly palpitating vagina from the rear, she closed her soft warm lips around the spongy head of Andy's penis and began to avidly lick and suck it, following an instinct as old as mankind.
* * *
Helene Greenbau was sitting in her car, enjoying a last quiet cigarette by herself before plunging into the hubbub and excitement which always reigned at the Valentine Club on the eve of a Spring Hunt, when she noticed a taxi stop just outside the crowded parking area. A man got out and instead of walking toward the broad brilliantly-lit steps which led up to the white-columned veranda and entrance to the Club, he moved furtively along behind a row of parked cars, apparently headed for the stables.
He definitely was not a member of the Club. One quick glance had told Helene that. Not only did she know every member by sight, she had fucked them all more than once in the ten years since her initiation as the Fox and could have given an accurate rundown on each of their individual preferences, capacities, and overall performance... in or out of bed.
Quietly she got out of her car and followed the suspicious-looking stranger. Although she herself had personally convinced Dr. Reuben that his proposed muck-raking campaign would definitely not improve his chances of remaining President of State University, she didn't trust the greedy double-dealing sonuvabitch any farther than she could throw him. It was just possible that he had sent someone out to snoop around the Club in spite of his promises. It didn't seem likely, though, that he would send someone who didn't know the layout of the grounds... which this man obviously didn't. He hesitated uncertainly at the corner of the clubhouse, then finally turned into the gravelled walk which ran along in front of the stalls.
When the first horse whinnied at him, he jumped about ten feet in the air and dodged back plunk into Helene's waiting arms. Through his tweed jacket she actually felt the shape of his skinny ribs against the resilient mounds of her large firm breasts before he bounced back off her.
"Can I help you?" she asked, chuckling in her low sultry voice but holding tightly onto his jacket sleeve nevertheless.
"Ohh, pahdon me!" the skinny man apologized in a supercilious nasal twang. "I was, ah, looking for the service entrance."
"What are you delivering?" Helene asked, giving him the old whammy with her best come-hither smile. There was no service entrance, of course. Deliveries were made straight to the kitchen door at the back of the Club.
"Well, ah, nothing riiiily. I'm eckshually looking for my wife, Faye Bullock, and I was told by a Miss or Mrs. Holden... to, ah, use the service entrance. I'm Professor Bullock," the fellow added, obviously flustered as much by Helene's abundant and well-displayed charms as by the penetrating scrutiny of her green eyes.
"Why did Miss Holden call you, Professor?" Helene questioned, acting innocent. She immediately guessed the reason Chuck called her that evening to bring her up to date on the progress of his scheme to break Brenda of her childish jealousy habit.
"Well, ah, she said that my wife was in danger of becoming involved in an, ah... orgy," the professor droned in an embarrassed tone.
"And you came to save your poor wife from a fate worse than death!" Helene exclaimed sympathetically.
"Well, no," the professor rejoined. "Eckshually, I thought I might like to take part in an orgy with Faye, y'know. Our, uh, sex life at home is, ah, not very satisfactory. In feet, you might say it, ah, stinks!"
"Hmmmmmmm," Helene murmured throatily, taking a new look at the professor's frail frame. He certainly was a skinny one, but she knew from experience you could never tell from the outside. "Well, come along, Professor," she smiled warmly at him, taking his arm and steering him toward Chuck's private entrance. "Maybe we can solve your little problem."
When they reached the dining room door which was thoroughly soundproofed, she paused with her hand on the knob and said, "Good luck, Professor. You're on your own now."
"Ohhhh... aren't you coming in?" he asked in an obviously disappointed voice.
"Sorry...!" Helene laughed mischievously. "I've got a date right now, but perhaps we'll meet later on!" With that she yanked open and pushed the Professor into the room, catching just a glimpse of the salacious tableau... little Sam stark naked with an enormous hard-on cavorting up and down the dining room table, yelling encouragement to the two sets of obscenely linked threesomes writhing and groaning on the floor amid the debris of broken plates and smashed glasses. Just before the door clicked to, Helene heard the Professor say in a tone of mild disbelief, "My word!"
She grinned to herself and went downstairs to the ballroom where the orchestra was already warming up for the pre-Hunt dance. She rather liked the Professor's cool, unruffled spirit. She wondered if he could ride a horse?
* * *
Bravo! Faye thought as she heard Brenda begin to babble hysterically... "Oh Jesus! Oh God! Oh Jesus! Fm cumming! Ohhhhhhh Godddddddd, I'm cuuuum-mmminnnnggggg...!" and Tex's long drawn-out "Sheeeeiiiitttt!" mingling with Chuck's guttural gasping groan of relief.
Bravo! She thought. Her three slaves had climaxed together and were lying nakedly collapsed against each other in spent exhaustion, but she was going to show them how a real woman... an Empress... could bring off two men and then be ready for two more, and two more after that. And even a woman or two for a touch of variety, she added, remembering how Brenda had responded to her intuitive tongue-fucking and begged so pathetically for more. But sucking a cunt was nothing compared to feeling a warm throbbing cock slide along your tongue and ramming deep into your throat. God, there was nothing like it!
Andy's hands were frantically tangling in her hair, and he was pulling her urgently down so that her nose was burying itself in the wiry black curls around the thick base of his cock each time she pumped down the whole wetly glistening length of it with her ovalled lips. Actually, though, there was no need for him to pull her down, she could take all of his hotly pulsating penis in her mouth and throat with the greatest of ease and pleasure. He tasted so good and salty! On each outstroke she gave a little; swipe of her tongue to the sensitive underside of his cock, licking upward where the droplets of semen were constantly reforming in the little slit at the end of the glans.
She could hardly wait for the whole frothing load to shoot into her mouth! It wouldn't be long, she knew. Her vibrantly alive body was already so perfectly attuned to the needs and desires of this strange man that she could clearly sense the explosive charge building in his cum-filled balls. And from the way Ron's tightly clenched fingers were gouging deep into her buttocks and his thickly heated cock was slamming faster and faster into her cunt from behind, she judged he couldn't be far from cumming either. They were a good team, these two grooms, just what she needed to warm her up for Chuck and Tex, she decided, experimentally relaxing and contracting her cuntal muscles around Ron's wildly plunging shaft in a way that from one second to the next reduced the red haired man to drooling babbling idiot...
"Ohhhh... ! Aaaagghhh! No... ! Hold it! Aaaagghh! Oh gawwwdddd! I'm CUUUUMMMMIINNNNGGG!" he moaned confusedly. Faye felt his thick burgeoning cock begin to jerk and spew its hot foaming liquid deep up inside her belly, blossoming into the savage jungle flower of her own orgasm which she had thought she could control at will but which, at the first life-giving spatter of Ron's semen, burst into wild uncontrollable growth racing through her veins and arteries like tangled vines darkening her mind. And then her greedily sucking mouth was half-full of Andy's boiling cum before she realized that the olive-skinned man's loins were bucking and jerking spastically against her chin like a man in a seizure.
"God... God... God... damn!" he barked, trying to spit out some unintelligible word as Faye continued to suck his wildly ejaculating cock. She eagerly swallowed his gushing sperm, pulling the tight oval of her mouth all the way up to the end of his jerking cockhead until no more droplets appeared in its tiny slit and Andy was sucked dry.
"Goddamn... " he finally managed to bring out the word in a long shuddering sigh when her voraciously sucking lips at last released his rapidly dwindling member.
* * *
Faye was still panting heavily in the after-throes of her first-ever vaginal orgasm when her passion-glazed eyes perceived a pair of knobbly bare feet standing near her head. They were too small to belong to Chuck or Tex, her instantly alerted mind decided, so they must be the little bald-headed man's... Sam.
"Get down here," she ordered imperiously, still kneeling and not looking up and at once narrow loins and a thin rigid penis slid into position under her nose. She circled the base of the penis with her thumb and middle finger, raking the matted pubic curls lightly with her sharp nails. Either her imagination had really played tricks on her when she had watched Brenda suck Sam in the harness room that night, or this smallish cock wasn't Sam's at all. But what really caught her attention was the enormous scrotum sagging heavily down from the cock onto the rug. God, this man's balls are bigger than Chuck's or Tex's... ! No doubt about it, whoever he was, he had the most spectacular pair of testicles in the room! There must be an inexhaustible supply of cum up there, and at the moment that was exactly what the lust-crazed young wife wanted more than anything else in the world... more good hot cum pumping into her greedily sucking mouth. Andy's generous contribution had merely whetted her appetite. She had years to make up for... right?
Wonderingly, the naked young wife reached out cup the huge sac of the stranger's heavily swaying balls in her hand, giving them a gentle squeeze and darting her tongue toward the wet, visibly pulsing head of his cock to give it a tentative swab. Immediately he went berserk! His hands shot out to grab two painful fistfuls of her hair and jam her startled mouth down the whole length of his meager penis which immediately began to spout like a geyser! Before she knew it, Faye was frantically gulping down long seething interminable spurts of cum which filled her mouth faster than she could swallow it all and dripped down her chin onto his churning balls. God, he must have been saving that load up for years, she thought, feeling almost relieved when his cock gave a last reluctant lurch and finally subsided. But whoever it was hadn't had enough by any means. No sooner had his rapidly deflating cock squished out of Faye's mouth than he had swapped ends and was burrowing his way under her belly up toward her warmly quivering cunt which he began to suck and spear with his tongue, biting it with sharp little nibbles like a mad cannibal...
Faye gave a little shiver. The face which was now buried between her thighs had passed in a blur, but the frail body tensed between her arms was undeniable evidence that the crazy man greedily eating away at her wetly throbbing cunt was her husband!
"Rich...!" the nakedly kneeling brunette wailed in sheer bewilderment at this mind-boggling apparition. "What are you doing here?"
Looking back between her ripely swinging breasts she caught a brief glimpse of his wild bloodshot blue eyes and contorted mouth as he broke off his feverish ministrations to her vagina long enough to say, "Sucking your cunt, you bitch! Now you start sucking my cock again."
"But you just came in my mouth. I can't get it hard again," she observed stupidly, at a loss for anything else to say.
"Just suck it, you bitch!" Rich screamed at her before disappearing between her thighs again. "I've been waiting all my life for this!"
Faye looked down and saw to her amazement that his penis actually was already hard again. Maybe it wasn't the biggest cock in the world, she thought, but those balls... those fantastic sperm-laden balls. Why hadn't she ever noticed them before? Poor dear Rich... he had been just as starved for sex as she was. Thank God they had found out in time.
Tenderly she took his warmly throbbing cock in her mouth again and began to suck it with all her recently acquired skill. Hearing voices and the clink of glasses at the table, she bent to her task with redoubled energy, thinking... Let them drink their stupid cognac, I have something better!
EPILOGUE "And when Faye Bullock and her mad-professor husband started sixty-nining it right in front of us all... "Brenda Holden laughed, looking with sparkling eyes at the beautiful flame-haired woman in bed beside her. "Why then I knew anything in the world was possible."
"Anything in Chuck Anderson's world, anyhow," Helene Greenbau concurred wholeheartedly, returning the warmth of the blonde girl's smile with her own. As one person both women turned to glance down at Chuck's burly sleeping form which sprawled like an immovable rock over half the huge bed, then looked understandingly back at each other. "You're really sure you don't mind me sleeping here with you tonight?" Helene added a little doubtfully. "If I know Tex, he'll be giving Faye and the Professor lessons until it's Hunt time."
"Oh no, Helene, I don't mind!" Brenda exclaimed happily. "I'm all over that stupid jealousy now, really I am. I know no one woman could ever keep Chuck to herself."
"I'm glad," Helene said. "I was hoping all along you'd be part of our family. And there's something else. I'd like to thank you for... Restoring Sam Crother to the human race. Maybe it's my maternal instinct, but I've always had a terrible itch for that little bastard."
"Well," Brenda giggled girlishly, "it wasn't exactly my idea, you know."
"I know." Helene squeezed Brenda's hand sympathetically. "But if you think what Chuck did to you was bad, you should hear how he took me apart and put me together again when I was about your age. But now, my dear, if you're going to be a good Fox tomorrow, you should get some sleep."
"Oh tell me what he did now, Helene," Brenda begged excitedly.
"I'll tell you some day, honey, but now you should try to sleep. It's a long long story." Helene smiled a quiet secret smile to herself and switched out the light.
