The realm of sexual expression has remained one of controversy for many centuries, and undoubtedly will remain so for many more. There is no answer for the individual considering any particular form of sexual outlet, except that he must be true to himself. The mature individual who has achieved this sort of self-honesty and completeness will be little harmed or affected by the illogical or irrational opinions of others.
In this exceptionally well written novel the author has cleverly woven this truth like an unseen thread throughout the entire work. Had the characters faced up to their unusual desires instead of trying to repress them, much of the anguish they suffered would logically have been avoided.
The author does not claim this concept of opinion to be solely his own, nor a revolutionary thought. To the contrary, it has been expressed by the wisest thinkers through the ages. "This above all: to thine own self be true, " was Shakespeare's way of saying the same thing; but it comes to us from still an earlier source, and one which not even the most rigid moralist can contest...."Happy is he that condemneth not himself for that which he alloweth himself. But he that doubteth is damned if he eat. " Those who deny others sexual pleasures by quoting the Scriptures would be well advised to consider this quote from Romans.
No doubt this era could be called the age of sexual enlightenment. That this ultimately will be for the benefit of all mankind is obvious merely by looking at the past and previous ages of enlightenment. But even a brief glance backwards will also reveal that, in such times, honored traditions and concepts were re-examined, and many times discarded. What was considered fact was found to be fancy. In short, the excuse that "it isn't done" or "it's shameful" will no longer suffice in denying man a specific form of pleasure.
The author has published many volumes of contemporary fiction with us. We offer no further comment, except our extreme pleasure in presenting this timely work. We now suggest that you read it and draw your own conclusions. A work of art, no matter how contemporary, should speak for itself.
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CHAPTER ONE
The tall, striking blonde wore a mock leopard-skin coat even though it was the middle of summer. She slunk through the deserted school yard like a wild, hungry cat, her green eyes darting from tree to tree, swing set to sand pile, in her desperate search for her quarry. But all was in vain; not a single young boy played alone in the grass, now growing green and lush without the daily trampling of hundreds of young feet.
The blonde turned for one last look before exiting through the gate at the opposite end of the yard. A light sweat broke out on her forehead as she began to run down the street ... around the corner ... to the swimming pool. She hated to resort to the swimming pool; it was always too crowded, and usually too dangerous ... But hr long supple legs carried her lithely along, almost without effort, even though she wore high-heeled platform sandals.
She wasn't even tiled when she reached her destination. She felt exhilarated and refreshed as she watched through the mesh fence, her fingers hooked through the steel wires like long tapered claws. There were eighteen, maybe twenty, handsome young boys who were diving, swimming, or lounging around the pool. Their youthful muscles rippled smoothly as they glided through the water in a friendly race. Their glistening bodies tensed in delicious concentration as they bounced and leaped off the springboard, challenging each other to greater and greater risks. And where they lay resting in the sun, alone or with teenage girlfriends, she could see the sun-slick texture of their healthy bronzed skin ... It was almost more than she could bear.
It was getting urgent now. Her head was pounding and her throat was as dry as sandpaper. A strange trembling seized her curvaceous body, and she gripped even tighter on the chain-linked fence to support herself while she gazed at the dazzling young males. She couldn't go inside ... She had to wait for one to come out.
JoAnn Douglas hunched her shoulders inside the confining fur coat. It was getting uncomfortable now, and it wouldn't be long before she had to take it off. God, if only one of those innocent young boys would come out of the pool area! Didn't they know how badly she needed them? How long she had searched for them all afternoon? If only they'd realize she wasn't going to hurt them!
A young sensuous-looking boy was lying so close to the fence that the blonde thought she could reach down and touch him! Giving in to the irresistible urge, she knelt beside the fence and wiggled her fingers through the mesh. Her fingernails danced only inches away from his firm muscular thigh as she strained to shove her hand in farther. But suddenly he looked around, startled by the presence he sensed too near his body. At first he looked frightened, but then his expression changed to one of pure interest as JoAnn reached for the top button of her coat with her free hand.
Slowly she twisted the leather button through its bound button-hole, allowing the fur to fall away slightly from her shimmering white neckline. And then she undid the next, warmly encouraged by the boy's frank gaze. She allowed her full red lips to turn up into a mysterious smile when she saw the youth's eyes widen. She knew he had seen the ripely swelling cleavage of her young breasts as just a hint of them protruded from her brassiere.
And then the feline blonde curled her finger inside the fence in an alluring beckoning gesture. "Come outside," she mouthed, not allowing a sound to escape from her lips. The tall tanned youth nodded in innocent agreement and stood up to obey. JoAnn felt her warmly pulsing pussy begin to throb and ache all over as the first tiny droplets of excited moisture seeped into the crotch band of her skimpy panties. He was going to come outside!
But then she heard the shrill whistles of perhaps a dozen other boys. They were staring unashamedly in JoAnn's direction, bringing a flush of mixed pride and embarrassment to her cheeks. God, they were so young and responsive, the way they all looked openly down the front of her coat! If only she could take them all ... hustle them off to a secluded place somewhere, where they could sit and watch her as she exposed her huge naked breasts and softly curling pussy lips to them. She closed her eyes and imagined the looks on their faces as they would watch her spread her legs apart and salaciously run her fingers over the soft silkiness of her thin white panties, pull them aside and press her cunt lips up tight together for them ... then spread them wide with her fingers so they could see the pinkly shining flesh up inside.
There were too many, though. There were always too many at the swimming pool, and that was why the young wife couldn't bear to come here unless it was absolutely a last resort. There was too much danger that she would be recognized, or that the boys would tell someone and get her into trouble.
If only she could control herself ... if only she could get over this lewd temptation to expose her breasts and naked pussy to young boys. She had been possessed of the obscene urge for years now, ever since that terrifying day when, as a teenager, she had been forced by her mother to strip for her step-father, who owned a nightclub. She had unwillingly performed the erotic dance her mother had taught her, clear up to the point where she was supposed to take off the spangled g-string. But terror had stricken her innocent young eyes when she saw her mother's husband ogling her lewdly, and she had frozen, stiffened completely right there on stage. She didn't remember anything that happened after that, but ever since that day she had been plagued by the licentious desire to expose herself to gentle young boys who couldn't hurt her, and she felt an inordinate fear of older men.
When JoAnn opened her eyes again, the gorgeous young boy by the fence was gone. She looked around hopefully to see if he had come to meet her, but he was nowhere to be found. Squinting her eyes through the fence, she finally spotted him with a group of other teenagers, talking and puffing manfully on a cigarette. He had already forgotten her....
The young blonde was getting a headache, a familiar build-up of pressure from the blood rushing madly through her veins. There was only one way she knew of to cure it-the only way she'd ever been able to make it go away. God, she had to find a young boy-soon! She untangled her fingers from the swimming pool fence and crossed the street in the direction of the river. Sometimes twelve and thirteen year old boys went down there to fish or feed the ducks. There were tall cool trees on both banks where she could sit in secluded privacy and wait for whatever would come along.
As she approached the river, she heard the excited voices of boys in the distance. Her heart began to beat faster as the voices got closer and closer. Finally, through the weeping willows that bordered the river she could see the source of the voices, two handsome youngsters playing on a home-made raft. They were splashing and paddling excitedly, their youthfully well-formed muscles straining against the pole that they pushed along the bottom.
The lascivious anticipation crept over JoAnn's passion-starved body like a furry caterpillar. This was a perfect place, and these were the perfect boys. They couldn't have been more than thirteen, judging from the boyishly handsome faces and their eager involvement in their game. One was tall and thin, with straw-colored hair that hung around his face in an endearing thatch. The other was shorter, and probably younger. He wore only a pair of well-worn swim trunks, and JoAnn could see the outline of his youthful cock, that she was going to tease into full masculine erection.
She stood under the peaceful shade tree, watching the boys play on their make-believe ship. They were pretending to be pirates, unscrupulous desperados who ruled the seas and called at port only to pick up wine and women. They had scheduled a stop in Singapore, which was right under the weeping willow where the blonde woman stood. She waited in anticipation as they slowly propelled their raft toward the bank, disappearing now and then behind clumps of bushes, but always appearing again closer and more magnificent than before.
The tall blond boy, she learned from their calling each other names, was Matt; his young companion was Billy. Both were tanned and youthfully muscular, as she could see with their approaching proximity. Neither one wore a shirt, and their sleek hairless chests reminded JoAnn of agile young male animals, rippling with exuberant energy. They were almost in "port" now, guiding their water-logged platform into a group of cattails where it would stay without floating downstream. Both were just about to step into the knee-deep water on the riverbank, when Matt suddenly spotted the intent blonde woman watching them.
"Hello, you big, mean pirates," JoAnn purred sensuously, seeming to disregard the startled look on the boy's handsome face. God, he was good looking. She felt as if she couldn't wait any longer! And the boys were so young and innocent, they couldn't possibly realize how much they turned her on. "Won't you come over here? I have something to show you."
"I ... um ... No, thank you, Ma'am," the tall boy stammered. "I mean ... um...." It was hopeless. The poor teenager couldn't collect his thoughts. He looked to his friend for help, but Billy pretended to be too busy docking the raft to notice him. When he finally looked up, it was right into JoAnn Douglas's half-smiling face where she stood not three feet away.
And then, both boys stood stiffly rooted in the silted bottom of the river bed, while the young blonde woman began to unbutton her coat!
With agonizing slowness she poked one black button after another through their corresponding holes. The boys didn't know what to expect, but something in the woman's movements made them think it was some kind of strip-tease act. Her flaring hips seemed to be undulating under the sleek fur coat, sending shimmering highlights up and down the length of her body. And the deep crevice between her breasts was trembling with her rising breathing, as if she had nothing on but a bra. Matt and Billy looked at each other, and suddenly they both grinned.
JoAnn knew she had them now. That was all she had been waiting for, some kind of cooperative sign from the boys. Their smiles told her they were ready ... they would allow her to use them in her perverted compulsive way, the way she had used so many young boys before them.
Beckoning them alluringly with her forefinger, the young wife motioned them to follow her. Letting her coat swing open, she led her willing captives over to the shady willow tree, and cleared a place for them a few feet from the base of the tree. Then she swept away the twigs and small stones gathered around the trunk and roots of the tree, and sat down herself.
"Sit down, Billy ... Matt," she said in a compelling voice, noticing how startled they were that she knew their first names. They obeyed without a word.
"I want to show you something about women ... All you have to do is watch."
Matt looked sideways at Billy, who was blushing helplessly.
"There's no need to be ashamed," the older woman chided. "Nothing's going to happen to you ... Just sit still while I take off my coat."
She wriggled back, arching so that her breasts were thrust proudly forward, like two firm pyramids, as she slipped her arms out of her coat. She smiled inwardly as both boys gasped involuntarily. The voluptuous blonde was wearing nothing but a lacy brassiere and a skimpy pair of silken bikini panties!
"Holy shit!" Matt whispered to his companion. "Look at those tits!" He didn't know or care that JoAnn probably heard him. He was so struck by the lewdly smiling older woman, that he completely forgot his manners. His restless young cock swelled up like a small hardened spear inside his jeans, and he wondered briefly if the woman was going to ... well, do something to it.
Both boys tensed visibly when JoAnn reached both hands behind her back, thrusting the captive mounds of her breasts even farther forward then before. Her curvaceous young body twisted alluringly as she fumbled with the tiny hooks of her bra. Then she leaned forward slightly, shaking the thin straps off her shoulders and down her arms, suddenly revealing the lusciously swelling flesh of her naked white breasts.
This time it was Billy who exclaimed in awe to Matt: "Shit, she's stacked!" In his young life he'd only seen tits like those in magazines at school or up into his tree house. He hadn't ever considered the idea that they might really exist in true life, the girls he knew were flat by comparison.
"Now, watch closely, boys," the blonde exhibitionist instructed. She began to knead and squeeze her exposed breasts together, pinching her tiny bud-like nipples into erect hardness, tracing tiny aching circles around the dark areolas. Thank God, her headache was finally beginning to disappear. Soon it would be all gone.
Warm droplets of lust-secretions began to seep into the already passion-soaked silk of her panties, a signal that any minute she would be released from the nervous compulsion that had seized her. She moaned in lascivious excitement and still in the sitting position, she leaned back and spread her legs as she allowed her hand to drop to her vaginal mound.
Matt's and Billy's eyes bulged as they followed her hand as if they were tied to it. The whole scene was like something out of hot, wet dream ... the lushly ripened older woman spread-eagled on the grass, her full naked breasts rising from her panting chest, her knees up, her long, shapely legs spread wide apart, so the boys could see the wisps of blonde pubic hair, curling out from beneath the tight elastic legbands of her slinky panties.
"Shit, man...." Matt breathed. "She's gonna ... finger fuck herself in front of us!" Billy nodded dazedly, feeling his virile young cock pounding inside his swim trunks.
JoAnn caressed the soft silk-encased mound with light circling strokes as she felt surge after surge of forbidden excitement shoot through her like sudden jolts of electricity. Images of the bare-chested young boys whirled crazily around in her tormented mind. God, how desperately she had wanted to do this!
Her hips began a slow up and down undulating motion in an even hypnotic rhythm as the lightly massaging fingers of her hand tickled over the rapidly moistening silken crotchband of her panties. She watched ecstatically as the two boys followed her every movement with the rapt intensity of their widely bulging eyes.
Their expressions were tortured by the sight of her sheer white panties, just as so many older men had been tortured by it before, in the smoky stage-lights of her step-father's nightclub where she had been made to work after her exhibition for him. But these boys were young, gloriously innocent, imminently trusting, frankly admiring. Their widened eyes, almost black with their dilated pupils, were trained unashamedly on the young woman's lust inspiring bikini panties.
She moaned aloud as she felt the moisture from her throbbing young cunt begin to seep faster and faster into the tightly clinging web of silk until she could actually feel a thin stream running down her vaginal furrow and into her quivering anal crevice. She couldn't delay any further ... The timing was too perfect. In a swift motion, her fingers slipped beneath the resilient elastic crotchband and pulled it to one side, revealing the golden hair-covered mound of her wetly glistening pussy.
JoAnn looked directly into the young boys' faces, not wanting to miss even a second of their unabashed stares. Matt's mouth was open, his cheeks flushed, as his hands grabbed automatically for his penis, which was throbbing painfully against his jeans zipper. The younger boy was blinking rapidly in disbelief, looking first at the blonde woman's slickly trembling cunt and then down to his own pounding member, which threatened to pop right out of his loose swim trunks. He tried to rearrange his legs to hide his too-obvious hard-on, but the woman's glazed eyes told him his efforts were in vain.
"Shit!" the boy exclaimed finally, turning to his older blond buddy, "Take a look at her cunt!"
"Yeah," Matt whispered urgently, "I wonder if she's gonna let us ... you know ... stick it up there...."
As if in answer to his whispered question, JoAnn extended the middle finger of her left hand in an exaggerated lewd gesture, poising it just above the nakedly exposed slit of her pussy. Then, she slowly and carefully descended toward the wetly glistening little cuntal opening, partially framed by the filmy white of her panties that were pulled aside. Her eagerly trembling body was motionless until her finger tip made a sudden contact with her hotly pulsating vaginal furrow. For a long moment she quivered like a bowstring, then she could stand it no longer. Slowly she inserted her finger into the warm wet flesh of her pussy lips.
"Ooooohhh," she breathed in relief.
"Wow!" Billy said aloud. His cock was rock-hard in the worn-out swim trunks, and it was standing straight up under the fabric. A light sweat broke out on his forehead. "Jesus Fucking Christ, Matt, will ya look at that!"
"God, I don't believe it," the blond boy rejoined. This weird older woman stretched out under the willow tree, deliberately exposing herself to himself and Billy ... and right by the river, where anybody might be walking on a summer afternoon. The way her hips were gyrating like a machine up and down on her finger, it looked like her hotly nibbling little cunt mouth was going to swallow up her whole hand! It was all too much ... too, too much.
Tiny tingling sensations streamed through JoAnn's shamelessly aroused body as her fingers slid in and out of her passion-dampened cuntal slit. Jerking the elastic legband of her panties even farther to the right, she pushed the relentlessly probing middle finger of her left hand even deeper up into the tight wetness of her openly displayed vaginal lips. She used her other fingers to part the soft wet curls of her sparse, golden pubic hair framing the small pink pussy opening. She finally was able to thrust her finger all the way up to the hilt into the slippery warmth.
"Shit, I can't take it," Matt decided Suddenly, unzipping his fly opening and letting his jerking young cock spring free. He held it in one hand and spoke to the strange erotic young woman.
"You want me to put this in there? My cock's a lot bigger'n your finger...."
But JoAnn just shook her head mildly, not even opening her eyes to look at the boy. That wasn't what she wanted ... it wasn't ever what she wanted. All she needed was their appreciation, their attention, as they sat in willing audience to her perverted exhibitionism. It was enough to know she excited them-tormented them-with her lewd forbidden exposure, as she finger fucked herself to cumming to relieve the compulsion that seized her.
Her finger began slowly fucking in and out of her hotly absorbing cunt. Though she kept her eyes clenched shut, the very thought of the two aroused young boys watching her drove her into a wild state of narcissistic lust. Her trembling legs suddenly kicked out, her naked heels digging fiercely into the ground beneath, as though to brace her body.
Matt sat a few feet away, fighting internally against the urge to jump right on top of her and cum all over her silky white panties or soft titties. His stiff young penis was pulsing against his hand, and he dared not move it in case he shot his wad right into the air. His whole body sweated with the crazy excitement of it all. He turned briefly to look at young Billy Reed.
"You wanna...?" he asked hesitantly, not sure himself what he was trying to say.
"You mean...." the younger boy filled in, "fuck her? You know damn well I do."
JoAnn's ears tingled with their boyish lewdness. The fires of her self-encouraged lust were scorching her passion-inflamed body now. Her full red lips bared back over her teeth and her hips undulated almost violently as she arched up her back so that her hotly palpitating pussy lips could devour even more of her extended middle finger. Any minute she was going to cum. She could feel every tautly tensing muscle in her contorting body straining toward the nerve-shattering climax that would finally release her from the lewd racing tension.
With her right hand she grasped the silken crotchband of her lust-drenched panties, caressing and squeezing it as she fucked her left middle finger wantonly in and out of her tightly devouring little cunt hole. Her voluptuous breasts swayed with the heavy gasps and moans that hissed from between her lips. Her head began to thrash from side to side against the tree trunk, throwing her long blonde hair wildly around her shoulders. The veins in her neck stood out like velvet-covered steel tendons as her body strained and writhed insanely.
And then she suddenly became aware of the insistent pressure of youthful fingers on either side of her head. She opened her eyes for a fraction of a second, to see Billy Reed's exposed little boyish penis, pointing straight at her from its base in his faded red swim trunks! She jerked her head violently away, trying to free it from the young boy's grip, but he twisted his fingers in her hair and halted her motion.
"Please, lady...." he begged politely. "Just let me put it in your mouth ... just for a second! I promise, just for a second...."
JoAnn was about to protest ... This wasn't the way it was supposed to happen. The boys were supposed to just sit there, and watch her naked breasts and her fingers slithering wetly around up inside her openly spread pussy. But something about the slender young penis, presented rock-hard and throbbing to her full red lips, made her yearn uncontrollably for the taste of it in her mouth. Almost unconsciously, she pursed her full, red lips and ovaled them wide to admit the adolescent rod of hardened male flesh into her warmly enveloping mouth.
The sudden feel of his mushroom-shaped cock-head making contact with her tongue sent feverish shivers of abandon through her whole quaking body. Her hand twisted and turned between her legs, her hips bobbing lewdly and her flexing buttocks slapping against the grass. Suddenly the middle finger of her left hand was no longer enough. She groped in front of her, searching for the other young penis that she fully expected to be there.
The other youngster hadn't let her down. He was kneeling right beside her, guiding his lust-hardened cock toward the convulsing slit exposed by the stretched-aside legband of the skimpy panties. JoAnn couldn't see him because of Billy's eagerly rocking body obscuring her face, but she felt the radiating warmth of his loins as he lowered himself onto her silk-covered vaginal mound. Oh God, it was delicious! So pure and unexpected!
But unwanted pangs of guilt suddenly assailed her consciousness. It wasn't for the young boys that she worried; it was for her good and unsuspecting husband, Jerry. He had never known about her strange obsession with adolescent males, he had never suspected anything about her frequent afternoon trips to the playground, the school yard, the parks and the swimming pools ... He was unaware of her need to tear open her coat and show off the voluptuous young nakedness up between her thighs to innocent boys. But before she had consoled herself that she never did anything to the teenagers, other than excite them with her body. She'd never actually allowed a boy to touch her before ... the way young Matt was doing with the excitedly throbbing head of his penis against her warmly pulsing pussy.
The sudden pressure of his thickened young cock suddenly sinking up into her slipperily waiting cunt made her sigh around Billy's heavily thrusting rod in her mouth. The extra width of Matt's intrusive organ was excruciating in comparison with her own slender fingers. JoAnn felt as if she could almost cum right then, the probing penis felt so fantastic sheathed in her moistly throbbing vagina. She had to control herself as Matt began to slowly fuck in and out with demanding instinctive movements.
The young boy was overcome with ecstatic wonder as the image of the three lewdly joined bodies impressed itself on his mind. Looking down, he could watch the full proud length of his cock disappearing into the warmly hidden depths of her cunt, just behind the stretching silk of her panties. Looking up in front of him, he could see the back of his buddy's red swim trunks, framed by the older woman's wild blonde mane. It was all so incredible, so totally unimaginable-he was ready to cum before he knew it.
Billy had not forgotten his promise to withdraw after a second of delicious wet enclosure in her mouth. He had acquiescently begun to pull his painfully enlarged young hardness from between her now greedily clasping lips when she clamped down on him hard, sucking his full length like a vacuum straight in to the back of her throat. The boy lurched forward in surprise, almost losing his balance where he knelt straddling her nakedly upthrust breasts. His ass-cheeks ground into the full white mounds, and the feel of the unfamiliar ripe lushness of her woman's breasts sent a convulsion of forbidden ecstasy careening through his body. His tight young balls felt as if they were about to explode as they slapped against the hungrily sucking older woman's chin.
JoAnn was beside herself in writhing thrashing pleasure. A long frenzied moan of sheer abandon rumbled around Billy's pounding cock as her whole body worked frantically toward orgasm. She sucked lewdly with her long wet tongue on the penis filling her mouth, and she ground her lust-incited loins frenziedly up against the one fucking her cunt with the involuntarily contracting muscles of her vaginal walls. Suddenly her legs jerked up and out, almost bucking the one named Matt from up between her thighs. Her pelvis swung violently upward as her feet thudded hard on the ground. She could feel herself beginning to cum!
In a split second, like lava suddenly released from a long-dormant volcano, hot thick streams of cum emptied from her loins. It flowed around the thrusting flesh of Matt's cock, searing it so suddenly that the boy began to cum without realizing it. His penis jerked spasmodically, shooting needle-thin spurts of male cum into the welcoming pool of female cum that filled her entire pleasure-wracked cunt. He pumped it out furiously into her from above, feeling the monumental release of the pressure in his churning young testicles.
JoAnn twitched and thrashed in uncontrollable convulsions as deep agonized moans of obscene abandon poured around Billy's straining penis. Her hotly raging cum, now mixed with the semen from Matt's jetting cock, spewed over her smoothly flexing thighs in a seemingly never-ending wave of ecstatic fulfillment.
The younger boy standing above her was unmistakably shaken by the quaking and thrashing of the two bodies below him. His balls, which had been aching for so long now, suddenly gave way, and almost instantly he poured forth his fresh teenage cum spraying out like a hot waterfall over her tonsils and down her greedily drinking throat.
"Aaaaaggghhh!" he cried as the tumultuous torrents of sperm raced madly through the jerking tube of his cock into the blonde seductress's mouth. "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
He kept up his excited pumping for long moments after the other boy had emptied his last into her overflowing pussy. JoAnn swallowed frantically, trying to keep up with his copious young offering. She had never realized there could be so much cum stored in the small, walnut size testicles of a boy so young.
The fresh youthful taste of his hotly gushing semen triggered twitches of aftershocks in her still orgasmically throbbing cunt, as she closed her thighs on Matt's slowly deflating young hardness to keep it from slipping out from between the curl-fringed lips of her pussy.
Finally, Billy's cock flexed one last time before he collapsed in exhaustion next to the blonde woman against the tree. He breathed deeply to recover his strength, not even pausing to ponder the enormity of the act he'd just taken part in. But the full importance of their lust-driven impropriety was not lost on his older friend, who rolled off the woman's legs to gaze at her again.
"What's your name, anyway?" he asked ungraciously, as the tight elastic legband of her panties snapped back over her cum-matted pubic hairs, as soon as he pulled out.
"That's a secret," she answered mysteriously. "If I tell you, I won't be able to come back, ever again."
"Well how do we know you'd come back anyway?" Matt challenged, too taunted with curiosity to act like the gentleman he usually was.
"That's something you have to take on faith," JoAnn said with finality, becoming a little annoyed with herself. Her headache was gone now and the nervous twitching had subsided; she had known they would, as soon as she had acted out her little perversion. But something else was gnawing inside her something unsettling and troublesome. Today she had acted as she never had before. She had taken these youngsters' virile young cocks and she had fucked and sucked them to orgasm in her treacherously welcoming cunt and mouth. What if next time, when the familiar blood-pounding headache returned-what if next time it wouldn't go away with exhibitionistic fingering of her naked vagina? What if she was going to need the warm satisfaction of hard young cocks in her mouth and in her pussy, before she could relieve the compulsive shudders of her overly excited body. She felt the frightening sensation of being addicted-being hooked inexorably on this strange perverted sexual obsession to strip herself naked before tender young boys....
She shook off the alarming fears with a new resolve: to get rid of this shameful compulsion if it was the last thing she ever did. She reached for her brassiere without even looking at the boys. Then she stood up to retrieve her coat which was spread out beneath her. She buttoned it up over her embarrassing underwear and slipped back into her platform sandals. Then and only then did she dare to look at the inquisitive youths still sitting on the ground below her.
"Can you boys keep a secret?" she asked, still a little unsure of herself. "Because if you can't, remember I know your names...." she added with a warning tone in her voice.
"Yeah, we can," Billy agreed immediately, still awed by the magnitude of the voluptuous young woman's strange actions.
His more experienced friend was a little less convinced, but he nodded finally, sensing the woman meant business. She didn't even answer them as she turned and walked back the same way she had come.
CHAPTER TWO
Jerry Douglas swung the silver Porsche into the driveway of his rambling suburban home. He was noticeably excited and he couldn't wait to tell JoAnn the good news. He hoped she'd be home, even though he was a little early this afternoon. He climbed out of the car and raced up the front steps, taking them two at a time.
He tried the front doorknob-open! She was home!
"JoAnn!" he called, the minute he stepped in the entry. "JoAnn, guess what, darling...!"
God, he's home early, the worried young wife thought as she heard him call out. If he'd been fifteen minutes earlier, I wouldn't have even been here ... and maybe he'd have found out I had almost nothing on under my coat! The idea that she'd been so close to discovery set her heart trembling and her brain into even firmer conviction than before. She had to get rid of these awful urges! After all Jerry had done for her, it was the least she could do for him.
She remembered when she'd first met him, as a frightened girl of sixteen, being forced to perform illegally in her step-father's strip club. He'd been a young talent scout then, and he'd told her back stage that he could get her into some respectable clubs, where she could dance without stripping, and even sing if she wanted to learn. She remembered her excitement about Jerry's offer, and how she'd raced into her step-father's office to get his permission.
JoAnn's face clouded when she thought of her guardian's vicious and cruel reaction. He had literally thrown young Jerry Douglas out of the club, and threatened to have him arrested if he ever came back. And he'd beaten JoAnn so harshly that she hadn't been able to perform for a week. After that he had her doing two shows a night, stripping down to her skimpy spangled panties for hundreds of lewd, leering old lechers in the seedy nightclub he owned out near the docks.
JoAnn had complied with the wicked man's insane demands until her eighteenth birthday, and no longer. On that day she ran away, with $40.00 and the clothes on her back, straight to the booking agency where Jerry Douglas had worked. She'd been deeply disappointed and suddenly frightened to find out that her imagined savior didn't work there any more. For the first time she had realized how much she had pinned her dreams on him these twenty months while she'd been saving and planning to run to him. But her heart was uplifted when he told her he had an agency of his own now, and gave her directions to get there.
She had splurged and taken a taxi there, so anxious was she to meet him again. A warm glow suffused her cheeks when she thought about his kind and generous reception.
Jerry had only been in business a few months, and his agency had not yet started to bring in much money, when the frightened teenage stripper had shown up at the office. He hadn't any openings for her, but he had let her work in the booking office as a secretarial assistant. She'd been eager and efficient, and one day, not too long after she had come, he took her aside.
"JoAnn," he had said, "tell me the truth ... You don't really want to be a performer, do you?"
JoAnn had been too nervous to answer, for fear he'd dismiss her if she admitted she didn't. She'd made up some noncommittal answer, hoping he wouldn't suspect the real truth.
"Because ... darling...." Jerry had replied, "I don't want you to go on stage ... I want you all to myself, at home, as my wife!"
His proposal had almost knocked her out, it was so sudden and unexpected. She remembered feeling a slight guilt pang at his words, "all to myself" because even then, she was succumbing regularly to the strange compulsion to strip herself naked in front of young boys. But he had whisked her off to Las Vegas and married her the next day. Then they had spent a whole month in New York, on a glorious spur-of-the-moment honeymoon. It had turned out to be the big break in Jerry's career, for it was there that he had booked his first big new York performers for their West Coast debuts. He had made thousands on that lucky timing, and from then on, things had been looking up.
For the last six years, Jerry and JoAnn had lived comfortably in their Van Nuys home, Jerry commuting to his office in Los Angeles, and JoAnn overjoyed with her role as a housewife. As far as any observer was concerned, theirs was an ideal marriage, unmarred by any continuing problems. But always, JoAnn secretly knew, there was that horrible private obsession....
She tripped lightly down the stairs and through the living room to greet her glowing husband. She hoped the guilt of her recent transgression wasn't written all over her face; whatever it was he was so excited about, she didn't want to spoil it with her awful perversion.
"Hello, darling!" she shouted as he ran up to her.
"Oh, baby!" he laughed, catching her around the waist. "Guess who I've booked for a whole West Coast tour this fall!"
JoAnn shook her head, smiling with his contagious exuberance.
"Danny Cochran!"
His wife was a little embarrassed that she couldn't place the name. She was sure she had heard it before, but she thought it was in connection with the syndicate in Las Vegas. Certainly her husband wouldn't get them involved in anything so dangerous and illegal as a member of organized crime!
"Danny Cochran, baby! Didn't you hear me? This time we're going to really make it big! We've been trying to get him for over a year, ever since he made that big hit in the east. We've got exclusive rights on every performance he makes from August through December!"
"I-I can't remember who he is, dear," the embarrassed young wife admitted, "but I'm sure it'll be a great success, if you're so happy about it." She was afraid she didn't sound very encouraging, but she definitely remembered now that Danny Cochran was the name of somebody who had been an informer in a Las Vegas trial when they were there last. If he was still alive now, it meant he must have reopened connections with the underworld.
"Oh, baby ... Danny Cochran is that singer who was arrested in Las Vegas! Remember? We read about it in all the Nevada papers ... He got immunity in the trial and he'd back on the concert circuit again, thanks to the devoted efforts of his new LA promoter ... Jerry Douglas!" The proud husband laughed heartily, trying to get his wife to stop worrying.
JoAnn seemed to be doing a lot of worrying lately, he thought seriously. If he didn't know her better, he'd have thought she was having an affair. If she was, it wouldn't be the first time a beautiful young wife had cheated on a husband who worked long and often irregular hours. Still, it sometimes really bothered him, because he depended on her so often to help him with his clients, give her opinion of new acts, or even reserve clubs or halls when his assistants got bogged down. What if sometime she was out with another man, when he needed her help desperately? And what would happen to his business if people started seeing his wife traipsing around with other men?
And that was not to mention the deep anguish it would cause him personally. JoAnn seemed to be his good-luck charm, his partner and encouragement in everything he did. She was much younger than he, but her maturity more than made up the gap in years. She was always there to comfort him and urge him on when things looked bad, and she was irrepressibly happy when things were going good. That's what was so strange about tonight. He'd expected her to be delirious with joy at his latest success, but she looked almost fearful!
"JoAnn, what's wrong? ... I've booked Danny Cochran and you look as if I've lost my job!
"It's not that," she said disconsolately. "It's just that I thought he was in the syndicate ... you know, maybe we could get into trouble."
"Baby, don't worry! Do you think if he had any connection with the syndicate they'd let him list with an outside agent like me? Don't be silly. He's a very nice man; I've talked to him a lot on the phone. If there was anything going on, the FBI would be down on him in seconds." Christ, she was getting difficult lately. In all the six years of their marriage he thought he had never seen her so jittery as she had been this summer. He turned away with an irked expression and went up to the bedroom to change.
He couldn't pinpoint what it was that was bothering him about JoAnn. Women he'd known before his marriage never got tense like that unless it was something involving sex, and that invariably meant having some kind of affair. But she could be sure, well, reasonably sure that she wasn't having an affair. All the tell-tale signs were missing. She didn't have too many "Beauty appointments" and she was never away during the night. She hadn't been to seen with strange escorts at any restaurants or dance clubs ... There was just no way she could be seeing another man! His neighbors would surely have told him if unfamiliar cars were parked outside while he was at work, or if JoAnn ever seemed nervous when the stopped by during the day. No, it just didn't add up to his wife having an affair."
There must be some other reason for JoAnn's recent happiness. Maybe her stepfather was hounding her for money. That had happened once before, when they'd first been married, but Jerry had been firm and thrown the man out. And now he needed JoAnn's help, because he had to be gone Thursday, and that was when Danny Cochran was supposed to arrive at the airport. Wearily he hung up his suit jacket and slipped on his quilted dressing gown. He realized, as he customarily did, that there was nothing to be gained by worrying about things he couldn't change. It was something his wife would have to work out alone, if she didn't want to talk to him about it.
She was in the dining room now, fixing drinks for herself and her husband. She always got repentant when she felt guilty about something. Probably she was regretting her lack of enthusiasm for his new client, he mused. It didn't seem to be that gross an error, though, not like the time she had smashed up the fender on the old car, or when she had run up that colossal long-distance telephone bill a few months ago.
Now, there was something Jerry hadn't thought of. Who was his wife talking to long distance for so many hours? She had said it was a school friend in San Francisco ... but why hadn't she called her since? Of course, Jerry had made her promise not to, but ... Well, it was only a remote possibility.
"Darling, I'm sorry I didn't get excited about that singer," she whispered, handing him a Scotch on the rocks. "I just don't know what got into me ... I'm sure you always do the right thing...."
"That's okay...." So it was his representing Danny Cochran she was upset about after all! It sure was a tiny thing to get all upset about. But JoAnn was like that, he reminded himself. She'd always had the tendency to get over-emotional about things, and that was one of the things that attracted him to her in the first place. And he could well see the cause of her irrational apprehensions in that crude step-father of hers. Hell, any woman brought up in that kind of atmosphere was bound to come out with some kind of problems ... JoAnn was actually lucky that hers were so insignificant!
"Listen, baby ... I know you'll think this is inappropriate, but I wonder if you'd do something for me...." Jerry began tentatively, testing her reaction.
"Sure, darling ... What is it?" She was only too happy to be given the chance to do something that would ease the horrible guilt pangs she'd been feeling this afternoon and prove that she honestly loved her husband regardless of her compulsion to finger herself in front of children. And she had felt that she had hurt him, too, by putting a damper on his newest project, although that certainly wasn't a major transgression. If she could work things out right, he would never have to know about the thing that was really bothering her.
"Well, Danny Cochran is coming in Thursday afternoon from Chicago. I'll be in Portland until Friday morning, so I wonder if you could pick him up at the airport...." He paused and looked at JoAnn, who was nodding silently. "I've got him a room at the Sheraton, and I've got dinner reservations for four at the office. So you can take a couple of friends with you-let them meet the man who's going to be the biggest hit since...."
"That sounds like fun!" JoAnn said enthusiastically. She still got a kick out of doing public relations work for her husband, just as if she was still a little girl mooning over handsome actors. If she remembered correctly, Danny Cochran was a really handsome young man, closer to her own age than to her husband's.
"That's wonderful, honey. I knew I could count on you!"
CHAPTER THREE
JoAnn Douglas was always a little excited when her husband was out of town, because it meant that she got to drive around in his shiny new Porsche. She always got a thrill, when she'd be gliding down the freeway-maybe a tiny bit faster than the permissible 55 m.p.h.-and heads would turn as the drivers and passengers in all the other cars watched admiringly as the beautiful blonde zipped by in the fancy sports car. She deliberately left an hour earlier than she needed to in order to meet Danny Cochran's flight, giving herself plenty of time to drive around in the sexy car.
She didn't go straight to the freeway; she had to take a little turn around town, first. She drove down past the river, where just the other day she had so wantonly exposed herself to those two innocent boys. Involuntarily she blushed with the sudden remembrance of that afternoon, when the terrible trembling had seized her and she had gone frantically searching for sweet young boys who could appreciate her body as it should be appreciated.
God, that had been a close call, she thought uncomfortably. She had just barely made it home in time to meet her husband as he got in from work. If it hadn't been for the fact that ... oh, God! ... that she'd let the little boys fuck her and cum in her mouth and vagina, she would have been home much earlier.
Before she could stop them, JoAnn's eyes instinctively began to comb the riverbanks for any hint of youthful masculine movement. Oh, stop! she scolded herself. You've promised to give that up! She tried to train her eyes on the road, but it was no use. The car was slowing down, as if of its own accord, giving her plenty of time to search the area with her practiced eyes. She sighed, half in relief but also half in despair, when she ascertained that no one was playing on the river today. She'd have to look somewhere else.
No you don't have to look anywhere else! the insistent voice inside her protested. You're on business, for one thing, and you made a solemn vow to get over that urge! But the other, stronger voice of her irrational being began to taunt her wickedly.
Come on, You've got an hour to kill ... you know how much it means to you to see the look in their eyes....
JoAnn's tormented brain was torn violently between her resolution and the overpowering temptation to give in just one more time. It couldn't do any harm, really. She was sure she wouldn't let another youngster touch her or anything like she had the other afternoon. And she hadn't really planned to do anything particular this afternoon; she'd only left early to get the thrill of driving around in Jerry's car.
She swallowed nervously, feeling her throat go dry. The car was beginning to feel confining, like the fur coat she so often wore. The blood rushed loudly in her ears as just the first hint of the old familiar headache reappeared just at her temples. God, she was actually going to go through with it.
The tortured blonde lowered her shoulders behind the wheel and leaned her head forward to get the best vantage point. She felt the hot moisture begin to seep between her legs, and she clamped her knees together automatically to try to relieve the pressure that was growing there.
She was passing the swimming pool now, but she knew there wasn't enough time to spend there, gazing at all the enticing male bodies that she would be unable to lure away. The school!
She hadn't looked by the school!
The lewd trembling had returned to the young wife's head and torso. She gripped the steering wheel tightly to try to still the jitters running up and down her spine', and finally she thought she would have to stop the car. Pulling over to the curb of a side street between the school yard and the ball park, JoAnne stepped out of the driver's seat and began to scan the grassy fields on either side of her. Nothing ... not a single movement in any direction. Where had all the kids gone today, when she didn't have much time to look for them?
But then her narrowly squinting eyes detected two youthful forms approaching more than a block away. She waited only until she could see for sure that they were both male, and then she jumped back into the car and frantically began to unbutton her sheer summer blouse. Damn it all, why had she decided to wear pants to meet that entertainer? It was so difficult to wriggle them off quickly and safely. But she knew inside why she had chosen the tight off-white hip-huggers. It was because they showed off the alluring turn of her firm, round buttocks, and she had hoped the singer would be impressed. Maybe it would have impressed the nearing teenagers, too, but she didn't have time to find out. She pulled her feet out of her pants legs so only her silken panties lay between her quivering loins and the outside world.
The boys were so close now she could hear their footsteps. It sounded like they were wearing tennis shoes-maybe they were athletes! Teenage athletes were one of her favorite quests, their bodies were so trim and well-formed and their minds were pure and unlecherous. JoAnn turned her head around surreptitiously to try to get a good look at them before she sprang on them in her semi-nakedness.
They were both of medium height, though one seemed to be a bit chunkier than the other. The chunky one had a round charming baby face, with just the slightest hint of a moustache fuzzing over his upper lip. The other boy had dark, longish hair and intense black eyes, like a trusting young colt. They were just perfect!
JoAnn inched open the car door, and pushed her bare foot half way across the sidewalk as if she was trying to trip them as they went by. They both stopped suddenly at the same time, stepping on the grass to avoid her slender ankle.
At that moment, JoAnn thrust open the car door, to reveal herself in her open-front blouse and skimpy bikini panties.
"Boys...." she said erotically, "sit down, I have something to show you...."
Like two marionettes on the same string the two teenagers crumpled into the grass, their amazed eyes glued to the voluptuous blonde oozing out of the expensive Porsche. She was stripping off her blouse, almost in broad daylight as she leaned out from the seat of the car, allowing the boys to get a good look at the deep, provocative cleavage between her huge quivering breasts. It almost looked as if they'd pop right out of her scanty brassiere, the way the mounds of flesh protruded over the top.
JoAnn straightened up again and arched her back so they could see how large and firm they were before she took off her bra. Their avid interest was already causing demanding, uncontrollable twitches inside her warmly churning cunt, and she could feel the creamy lust secretions dampening the silken crotchband of her tiny panties. It wouldn't be long now before she experienced that delicious moment of illicit release before their youthfully attentive eyes.
As her bra slipped away revealing the turgid buds of her erect pink nipples, JoAnn heard the audible sighs emerging from the boys' bellies. She looked directly into their innocently exposed crotch areas, and half-smiled in satisfaction at the growing bulges there. This was what she wanted, this was the way it always had to happen.
Now she delicately pulled at the legband of her thin white panties, drawing it slowly to one side until she knew the youths could see her palpitating pussy lips just over the edge of the car seat. Their pupils dilated visibly as she spread her legs even farther apart outside the door and moved the tapered finger of her other hand toward the glistening pink opening between them. The boys were shifting uncomfortably on the grass, and JoAnn closed her eyes to revel in the licentious satisfaction she was about to receive.
Slowly at first, and then with ever-increasing speed, she plunged her slender finger into the greedily clasping depths of her throbbing vagina. She noted with a twinge of regret that her finger wasn't nearly so filling as a nicely hardened young cock would be, but she knew that release would come anyway, curing her trembling headache. She fucked her finger in harder and harder, pinching the stiffened nub of her clitoris with the fingers of her other hand. The knowledge that the two boys were sitting transfixed right before her spurred her on in her race for climax.
It came suddenly, bursting around her fingers like the spray from crashing waves on the beach. She opened her glazed-over eyes to look at the boys' faces as they watched the hot streams of female cum gush around her hands and down on to the car seat. Their agonized expressions increased her own pleasure as the last of the convulsive spasms melted finally into tranquility. She withdrew her finger from her satiated cunt, and with a lewd wave of the same hand, she motioned the boys to stand up.
They stood there awkwardly, not knowing whether to go or to stay. This lady had to be the craziest chick they'd ever run across before, and they'd seen a lot of crazies in their young lives. They watched regretfully as the woman started dressing herself matter-of-factly, almost as if she had completely forgotten about them. She wiped up the spot of cum from the car seat, and wriggled back into her tight hip-huggers. She buttoned her sheer blue blouse half-way up, so her cleavage was still obvious, slipped into her sandals, and patted her hair critically as she look in the rear-view mirror.
Catching sight of the teenagers still standing there, she smiled sheepishly and waved to them out the window. With a forceful thrust and a loud squeal of tires, she shifted the Porsche into gear and sped onto the main road toward the freeway.
God, it was only twenty minutes until Danny Cochran was supposed to arrive. It took that long to park once you got to the airport, let alone the time it took to get there. Why, oh, why had she been so irresponsible? It was beginning to look as if she'd never learn, as if she'd be possessed of this horrible affliction for the rest of her life! It hadn't been so bad when she was the only one affected, but now she seemed to be wrecking Jerry's life with it, too. It just wasn't fair of her to treat him so thoughtlessly because she couldn't get hold of herself.
She zoomed down the freeway at 70, looking fearfully behind her in case she saw a cop. Gaining confidence, she accelerated to nearly 80, forgetting everything but the urgency of her mission. She was going to meet that singer on time if it was the last thing she did!
She sighed in nervous relief when she reached the top of the escalator and saw that the passenger gate for Danny's flight was still closed. She wiped the back of her hand over her lightly perspiring forehead and sank into a fake leather chair next to a family waiting to meet their grandmother. They had a boy of about r twelve, and JoAnn felt a resurgence of guilt at the memory he evoked. She hadn't even been able to keep her resolution for three days!
The plane from Chicago was late, and it arrived well after Mrs. Douglas had made her madly rushed appearance. She had calmed down considerably by the time the thirtyish, dark-haired entertainer stepped off the ramp. He was wearing a flashy light-blue suit, complete with a patterned brocade vest and white silk tie. His friendly eyes sparkled darkly under his abnormally long thick eyelashes. He seemed to spot JoAnn Douglas even before she recognized him, though he had never seen her before in his life.
"Aaaaahhhh, you must be Mrs. Douglas," he said, lifting her hand to his hips the way cultured European gentlemen do. "I knew it had to be you because you're the most beautiful woman here."
"Thank you," JoAnn blushed, squirming her hand away from his mouth. Less than an hour ago, that hand had been twisting around in her hotly aroused cunt, and she was in no frame of mind to have the handsome singer kissing it! What kind of depravity was she sinking to?
"Won't you come with me?" she invited finally after too long a delay. "My husband told you, I'm sure, that he's reserved you a hotel room, and he's arranged a small dinner for tonight."
"Sounds perfect," Danny said, relaxing a little from his formal attitude. Mrs. Douglas seemed all right. She wasn't pretentious the way a lot of women in the entertainment business were, and besides, she was really a pretty girl. She certainly knew how to dress, casually, but always to her best advantage, he decided, noticing the rhythmic tightening of her ass-cheeks outlined by the snug-fitting pants. He was going to like spending the evening with her, and he was afraid he wouldn't miss her husband much, either.
He signalled a baggage man to wheel his elegant luggage out the Porsche JoAnn pointed out. They loaded it in back, and he tipped the man as the blonde woman slid in behind the wheel.
"Have you been to L.A. before?" she asked politely when they were on the road.
"Two or three times, but always like this-an afternoon here, two nights there-never enough time to settle down. I should stick around awhile to get used to the place ... and get to know the people," he said pointedly, looking down the front of JoAnn's revealing blouse. The woman blushed slightly under his unwavering gaze. God, he's getting forward, she thought. For an instant she considered putting him off with a swift callous remark, but then she reminded herself to behave. I owe it to Jerry, she told herself firmly. It's only for tonight, anyway, and he's probably a very nice man underneath ... but if only he'd stop looking down my blouse!
Well, why'd you wear it then? her wicked conscience taunted. You knew how any normal man would respond!
JoAnn shook her head to try to get rid of the unsettling argument she was having with herself. She tried to sound gracious but at the same time business-like as she endeavored to make light conversation.
"Well, I know you'll get acquainted with L.A. this fall. Jerry tells me you'll be spending quite a bit of time here."
"Not as much as I'd like to, I'm sure, dear lady," he replied, letting his arm rest on her shoulder. Christ, but she had nice tits! They were so large and soft-looking, the way they protruded like lushly ripened melons above her fragile girlish waist. Even though her bones were small, they had to be at least a 38, and probably more like a 40. He pressed his fingers into her shoulder, trying to inch his way down to the enticingly heaving mounds, so clearly revealed through the filmy blue blouse.
JoAnn was afraid to look at him, pretending instead to concentrate on her driving, even though she'd driven this way a hundred times before. She wished desperately he would take his hand away from her shoulder, but at the same time she didn't want to risk offending him. She wondered if he was always like this, or if he was only responding to her deliberately provocative outfit. She hoped it was the latter, because tonight she could wear something demure and un-sexy, and then she wouldn't have to face that problem.
She skillfully guided the Porsche through the downtown traffic to Danny's hotel. He complimented her profusely on her driving, and then he invited her up to his room.
"You may as well have a drink with me ... it looks like the traffic is getting pretty thick. Why don't you wait it out, and drive home after rush hour?"
"Well, I...." JoAnn started to protest, but he cut her off.
"You won't get home any sooner now than you would if you left an hour from now. From what I've read, the rush hours in L.A. is about the worst in the country...."
Reluctantly she gave in, telling herself it was the only polite thing to do. She wasn't going to jeopardize Jerry's best deal by being a prude. Besides, she told herself ruefully, she had absolutely no right to even think like a respectable woman, after the way she had exposed herself this afternoon, and so many other afternoons before now.
The two-room suite her husband had reserved for the entertainer was one of the better ones in the hotel. It had a comfortable looking living room done in leather-leather couch, leather chairs, and even an expensive leather topped table. There wits a bar at one end of the room, which Danny had already begun stocking with his private travel bottles.
"What'll it be, Mrs. Douglas?" he asked extravagantly.
"A little brandy, if you have it ... and please call me JoAnn...." Danny seemed to be a little less threatening, now that he was in a comfortable environment. JoAnn relaxed too, gratefully accepting her drink as she leaned back into the leather cushions of the couch. It wasn't such a bad idea after all, waiting out the rush hours traffic in this cool hotel room with the popular singer. She suddenly remembered how a little embarrassed by her insecure behavior.
Danny had removed his jacket, and now he was loosening his tie. JoAnn could see his thick shoulder muscles working as he struggled with the slip knot. He really is quite handsome, she admitted frankly. She wondered if she would have been attracted to him if he wasn't already married. That was the only thing about her early marriage-she hadn't had the opportunity to get around much with men her own age. She left her tyrannical step-father and run straight into the arms of her loving husband without ever experiencing men in between. Often she caught herself thinking she could have gotten interested in this or that man, and she always suspected that her attraction to young boys was partially due to her lack of assurance around grown men.
"JoAnn," Danny called from the bedroom, where he was hanging up his clothes. "Come look at the bed in here ... your husband really knows his hotels!"
The invitation had definitely suggestive undertones, but JoAnn vowed to be as care-free and agreeable as she could, without actually compromising her morals. She carried her drink into the bedroom, and sucked in her breath at the luxurious lay-out of the plush red room.
"Looks almost like a bridal suite, doesn't it?" the singer laughed. "If you weren't married, I'd say let's test it together!" He eyed her scrutinizingly, wondering if she would cheat on her husband. There was something a little wild in that sparkle in her eye ... she definitely had possibilities. Somehow, she didn't seem like an out-and-out flirt, but still, she had that subtle, desperate look about her-like a lady with something to hide.
JoAnn winced under his gaze, irrationally afraid for a moment that he somehow knew her deep secret obsession. She had the sudden impulse to turn and run, get away from the whole perverted scene, but she stood her ground, because she knew she was helping Jerry.
"Or shall we test it anyway?...." The shrewd entertainer raised his eyebrows in inquiry. Without waiting for a reply, he lunged toward her, his arms outstretched to take her in a bear-hug. JoAnn squealed with his unexpected advance, but she forced herself to accept the strong masculine squeezing, telling herself the man was just being friendly, making an innocent joke.
But the "innocent joke" went on too long, and JoAnn was suddenly aware that her face was pressed against the hair of Danny's naked chest. This kind of instant familiarity wasn't just friendly contact, and she tried to squirm away from the lust-inspired man. No married woman should be standing in a man's bedroom while he was undressing! What in the world had she been thinking?
To her surprise, the singer's hard-muscled chest was unyielding. He was deliberately crushing her to him, preventing her escape. Slowly his hand glided down the filmy material of her blouse, over the smooth curve of her back, and grasped the softly rounded cheeks of her buttocks.
"Hey, let me go, now," she demanded with a nervous little laugh. She pushed out against his hairy naked chest, but it was too late. Danny knew what he wanted and he had decided he was going to make a play for it, even if JoAnn was his agent's wife. She had something going on the slide already, he was sure of it now. He maneuvered her struggling young body against the bed, until the backs of her knees struck the edge of the mattress. For a long moment she fought against falling backwards, but the burly entertainer's weight was overpowering, and she fell down into the rich velvet bedspread, Danny's body crushing down on top of her.
"I can't do this!" she protested, still trying to affect a casual quality in her voice. "Look, you've made me spill my brandy all over the bed...."
"Don't worry about the brandy, sweetheart," he breathed heavily into her ear. "That's what they hire maids for around here." His lips clamped down wetly over her mouth and he forced his tongue in between her teeth.
"Mmmmph!" JoAnn groaned as his tongue speared fiercely into the warm wet cavern of her mouth, wrapping lewdly around her own struggling tongue like a powerful snake. His hot saliva flooded her mouth as he flicked excitedly deeper into her throat.
"Oh! Uuummph!" she gagged. Her resisting body wriggled hopelessly on the bed. Something had gone impossibly wrong here, and she couldn't figure out what it was. She'd done everything so carefully, she hadn't acted stand-offish or coy, and she hadn't been gushingly over-friendly. Surely this wasn't her punishment for wearing a sexy blouse and tight pants-she'd worn this same outfit a dozen times before without this disastrous result. Or maybe in some twisted way, she was being made to pay for her lewd flaunting of her body to the teenagers this afternoon ... she wanted so sincerely to resist, to make her husband's client leave her alone, but that was just it. He was her husband's client, and she was going to have to go with him tonight. In the interest of her future obligations, JoAnn decided it would be best to just go along with it, pretend it was a game, and hope that he would tire of it before going too far.
"P-please," she mewled weakly, trying to push him away gently. But the singer's hand was already gliding up her legs to the front zipper of her pants as he fumbled for the zipper-tab to open them.
"Come on, just let me see your panties and titties...." Danny whispered consolingly. He liked the way she was pretending to fight him. It convinced him all the more that she was the kind of woman he had suspected-a little free with the goods, but not always advertising. He liked girls like that, just the way he liked JoAnn's meek protests. "I just want to see those little panties and your breasts...."
Oh, heaven help me! JoAnn though shamefully. He knows! In some mysterious underground way, the syndicate entertainer must have found out about her perversion in some mysterious way and come to haunt her about it purposely. That had to be it. It was the only way he could possibly know what to say to her.
Danny, of course, was totally unaware of the battle raging in the blonde's tormented conscience. All he knew was that his hugely erect penis was pounding against his suit slacks, and he was going to take it out for the exciting little lady. She was responding nicely to his advances, and she had even allowed him to slip her pants off over her feet. He reached for his own zipper with one hand while he held her firmly around the waist with the other.
JoAnn clenched her eyes shut when he mounted himself squarely between her legs and crawled forward until she could feel the rigidly throbbing beat of his cock against her panty-clad vagina. She fought internally against the hopelessness of her degrading position, until ever so slowly the unwanted secretion of her involuntarily responding loins began to seep out from the depths of her pussy into the close-clinging web of silk.
Danny's hand slid eagerly up between the smooth columns of her flared-out thighs until his hungrily searching fingers were caressing the naked flesh just below her sensuous filmy panties. Like a keen hound he sensed her acquiescence now, and he knew she would give in to whatever he wanted. Slowly his right hand tunneled up between her legs until his fingertips tickled the wisps of pubic hair that guarded the entrance to her loins.
"Oh no!" JoAnn cried out involuntarily, as the singer's fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. She slapped her hand down directly over his, to prevent any further illicit advances. This charade had gone as far as she could allow it to go-she had to stop him somewhere, husband or no husband!
Danny complied affably with her unspoken demand. If she was a little upset right now, why not wait a while? There was going to be plenty of opportunity to remove the tantalizing silken material when the time came. And the time would come, there was no doubt about that ... there wasn't a woman alive who could resist Danny Cochran's cock when the time came! He rested his hand where it was until she lifted hers away, and then he began to trace gently circles inside her thighs.
Strange, electrically tingling sensations overtook JoAnn's body now as his fingers inched relentlessly closer to the guarded treasure of her pussy. Abruptly she stiffened with hot excitement as his extended middle finger insinuated itself beneath her panty legband and touched the feverishly moistened lips of her vagina. Her hips bucked up traitorously against his searching hand while the sharp little buds of her nipples stiffened inside the restraining cups of her brassiere.
"Ooooh, N-nooo...." she gasped again, and horrified at the realization that she was losing control, she suddenly tried to wrench herself away. But Danny gently urged her back underneath him.
"Your husband wouldn't like that, now would he?" he taunted. "He told me you would entertain me until he got back ... did he tell you that, too?"
"Forgive me, Danny, I forgot," she said dryly, but she had to admit he was right. He was a slick operator, and several times already he had trapped her either unwittingly or deliberately by hitting for her weak spots. It just wasn't fair that she had to resort to this adulterous activity, especially to make amends for her other adulterous perversions. It was just too horrible to contemplate.
Danny sighed again with mounting excitement. He had her where he wanted her now ... his hand was right at her panties, and her conscience was in his pocket. He slid his hand between their bodies and struggled with the tiny buttons on her blouse. Ferociously he yanked them through the buttonholes while his tongue snaked back between her teeth and into the hot wetness of her mouth. She obediently arched up off the bed, helping him pull the blouse away from her arms and shoulders. There was no point in arguing any more ... she might as well make it as painless as possible.
Eagerly, Danny slipped his hands behind her shoulders and groped from her bra hook. His fingers popped the tightly restricting brassiere apart, and he pushed it up and away from the soft mounds of her heaving breasts. In a sudden burst of animal fury, he jerked it forward off her body, pulling it completely away until her frantically quivering breasts were exposed to his gaze.
"God, you've got a body on you ... you know that?" he said admiringly, now that she looked up at him almost nakedly. He sensed that she would not object if he removed the little panties now; every other hint of modesty was already gone. He gently slipped the flimsy fabric over the smooth columns of her legs, to reveal the wispy blonde hair of her pubic vee.
He eased forward and glided his right hand up into the hair-covered mound of her vagina as her left hand seized the resilient mounds of her milk-white breasts and trapped the sensitive pink bud-like nipples between thumb and forefinger, squeezing them until a gasp of desire escaped from her lips. He pressed his body into hers, throbbing the hardness of his lust-inflamed penis against the panty-protected vee of her cunt. She was a hot one all right, and he had to rejoice in the fantastic luck that she'd been thrown to him, offered by fate on a silver platter.
He bent over her face and planted his hungry mouth over her wetly glistening lips, his tongue forcing its way between her teeth. JoAnn could feel it curling warmly around her own tongue, and a desperate, final plea rumbled from her throat.
She's going to get a real workout, now, Danny promised himself. He was going to fuck her into a sex-crazed slut, which he semi suspected she was already. He was going to make her beg and scream for his big stiff cock, pounding so insistently against her softly rounded thigh. He squeezed the warmly pulsating mound of her vagina and brought his hand down from her breasts to the quivering bowl of her undulating belly, and on to the smooth naked curve of her inner thigh.
"Oh, please, Danny...." she mewled helplessly, twitching against his eagerly searching fingers as they coursed back up her leg and kneaded the full sensitive flesh of her thighs. But even as she protested, JoAnn knew it was hopeless. She couldn't resist without seriously endangering her husband's business transactions. It was absolutely wrong and she knew it, but there was nothing she could do.
The singer exulted in his agent's wife's cooperation. She may be fighting it now, but pretty soon she won't even be able to keep up the appearance. She was going to love every minute of it, the way so many girls before her had. He could always tell, when a girl started bucking and squirming involuntarily beneath him, that she just couldn't wait to be fucked. And the way JoAnn's voluptuous body was twisting around, he figured it wouldn't be long.
As his mouth worked hungrily at her lips, the extended middle finger of his right hand slipped into the moistly aroused furrow of her cuntal slit, sliding like a slippery warm snake up between the pulsing little lips of her pussy. Her hips bucked wildly in response. Impulsively, his left hand slithered up to the rounded softness of her breasts again and his fingers pinched teasingly at her throbbing, nipples.
JoAnn arched back into the comforting velvet bedspread, her eyes desperately shut. She could feel the entertainer's hands retreating over the flesh of her buttocks. Suddenly his right hand withdrew from her panties and gripped her at the knee. Bracing himself on her leg, he frantically yanked off his slacks and shorts, throwing them in a heap on the floor.
JoAnn opened her eyes when she felt him lift off her, and for the first time she saw his rock hard cock lunging out from his flat muscular loin like the shaft of a heavy blunt spear. He looked down at her, his eyes glowing in anticipation as he began to stroke the thick foreskin back and forth over the blood-filled throbbing head.
"Like that?" he grinned, enjoying her frankly fascinated gaze. He was basically a showman, and he loved the attention and admiration of women almost as much as he loved the actual fucking. He knew he could always thrill them with his over-sized organ, and he always waited for a strategic moment when he could spring it on them unaware, watching their eyes go wild with hunger. "I know you're going to love my cock when I fuck it up inside your lovely little pussy-hole!"
He knelt over her again, leaning close so she could focus on the enormous shaft of rigid flesh he was massaging in his hand. He knew it was the biggest one she had ever seen.
JoAnn blinked. God, it was so incredibly thick! So much more tremendous than anything she had seen on the innocent little boys!
In spite of herself, she began to wonder how it would feel to be split open by such a huge instrument as that. This climbing singer was really built, and he obviously knew it. What was it going to be like feeling that massively over-grown penis inside her quivering little vagina?
And then Danny was down on top of her again, he thrust once more between her wide-splayed thighs. He cupped her face in his palms and pulled her head up to his, thrusting his tongue far into the hot liquid depths of her mouth. She could feel the heat of his rigidly erect penis throbbing against the naked flesh of her trembling belly. A last faint thought of trying to dissuade him flickered across her mind but faded with the pressure of his fingers on her cheeks.
"That's right ... just kiss me back," Danny breathed softly into her responding mouth.
With a swift motion, his hands traveled from her face over the smoothly flowing curves of her naked body until they were playing against the shamelessly twitching lips of her pinkly aroused pussy. She trembled apprehensively as she felt him increase the pressure of his fingers on the erect little nub of her clitoris.
"Oh, Danny, not that ... not that," JoAnn moaned squirming.
"I'm not going to hurt your fucking cunt," he reassured her angrily. "I'm just getting it all wet and slippery for my cock."
She could feel his fingers descending across her belly to her tightly clenched buttocks. His lips quickly withdrew from hers, and in a sudden lust-maddened impulse, his head dove down to her quivering belly. His warm wet lips pressed tight against her navel, and the sudden wet contact sent a lewd chill racing the length of her spine. Automatically, she reached forward with her hands ... initially planning to push his head away.
But the singer slid his head down to her inner thighs. As his fingers played teasingly with the excited little lips of her wetly palpitating pussy, she knew she was lost. Somehow Danny had discovered her compulsion to expose herself ... and now he was exploiting it.
Although the last reserve of her moral strength told her this was not the proper way to purge herself of her guilt, she knew also that Danny Cochran was her husband's most promising client. If she were to hinder Jerry's business advancement as well as adulterate their marriage with her exhibitionistic behavior, it would be all over. No, perverted as it seemed, this was the only way out of the trap.
JoAnn spread her knees apart to make more room for the singer's head. She locked her fingers in his dark brown hair and pulled his head deeper into her widely-parted thighs as his tongue began to trace the delicate outline of her wispy blonde cuntal slit. His hands pushed against her knees as he burrowed deeper into the sensuous split, flicking his tongue around her stiffened clitoris and grazing at her hotly throbbing cuntal lips. She jumped and twisted from the moist wet contact, kicking her legs wider apart as she moaned in sheer illicit ecstasy. She tried in vain to persuade herself that she didn't like this oral sex, but her churning hot cunt told her otherwise. She ground her pelvis into Danny's face, her vaginal lips sucking hungrily on the singer's expertly snaking tongue.
Laughing triumphantly, the curly-haired entertainer slid his hands over the trembling smoothness of her inner thighs until his fingers played again in the softly curled hairs that protected her throbbing cunt. With a jerk he forced her buttocks up to expose the hair-lined lips of her hotly aroused pussy to his lustful gaze. He gaped in hunger at the fleshy treasure before him, and, with an animal-like groan, he dropped his head to bury the full length of his slippery tongue into her warmly throbbing pussy. She jerked, pushing her buttocks against the mattress in an effort to escape her impalement on his tongue. It was one thing to let him lick around the edges of her vaginal opening, she told herself, but tongue-fucking was something else altogether.
"You shouldn't do that ... we shouldn't ... "she whimpered helplessly. She groaned in undisguised humiliation at her unconvincing protests. She knew that he sensed her cooperation in the adulterous affair, and the knowledge humiliated her even more. She flailed her head from side to side, throwing her golden hair around the red bedspread like a halo. Danny's tongue began to spear in and out of her involuntarily dilating pussy lips. In spite of her abject shame about the things that were being done to her young cunt, wisps of forbidden pleasure rippled deep down in her belly, and her arms lay tensed at her sides while her heaving breasts danced lewdly from the buffeting her body was taking. Danny reached up over the flatness of her quivering belly and seized her swaying breasts, squeezing them deeply in his lewd caress.
JoAnn sprang to a sitting position on the mattress, while Danny's tongue worked hungrily in between her legs. She watched helplessly as the stranger's head bobbed up and down in the cradle of her thighs, his tongue spearing between the wetly palpitating lips of her pussy. There was nothing she could do, and tears of humiliation and shame welled in her eyes. Random crazy pictures of her husband whirled through her mind as she listened to the wet sucking noises the singer was making at her tortured young cunt. How could she allow herself to be used so? God, was there no other way to make it all up to Jerry? This man, this performer, was actually defiling her body ... and she had to let it go on, just to prove herself for her husband.
The singer's hands roamed over her sensuously full breasts as the tormenting thrusts of his tongue teased her wide-splayed vagina. Any minute now his booking agent's voluptuous young wife was going to turn into a raving slut. Before rush hour was over she'd be begging and screaming for him to stick his cock anywhere up in her he wanted to.
Chuckling to himself, Danny Cochran gripped her thighs tightly and spread her legs out even wider on both sides of his body. His hands locked on the underside of her curved thighs and pushed them back over her body so that her kneecaps touched her voluptuously trembling breasts. Bending forward, he thrust the tip of his tongue into the tightly puckered ring of her anus. JoAnn shut her eyes in mute pleading, and she clenched her teeth against the urge to cry out against this obscene new torture. Certainly this wasn't going to be required of her, too! Wasn't there anything she didn't have to submit, in the name of helping her husband?
"Oh, PLEASE, Danny...." she whimpered as she tried to screw her buttocks into the velvet bed to dislodge the hotly flicking tongue from her instinctively constricting little anal hole. But the singer's only response was a chuckle and another lewd stab into the inwardly flexing circle of her soft brownish rectal flesh.
Hopeless sobs of despair caught chokingly in JoAnn's throat. She forgot her spirit of cooperation and tried to imagine that she wasn't really in the entertainer's hotel room-she was somewhere else, completely alone, with nothing to worry about ... but then, in spite of her revulsion she felt her body begin to enjoy Danny's obscene tonguing. Her buttocks jerked back at the relentlessly spearing tongue sending spasms of delicious sensation coursing through her lust-maddened nerves. Her aroused young body jerked spasmodically and began a slow abandoned movement up against his mercilessly thrusting tongue. Her hands curled down in his dark hair with a low soul-stirring moan from deep in her chest. Forgotten were the thoughts of her husband, Jerry, forgotten was the humiliation. All that mattered now was the delicious shaft of pleasure piercing strangely through her belly as the singer licked hotly and relentlessly at her traitorously responding nether passage.
When Danny sensed JoAnn's acquiescence, he trailed his tongue back up and licked at the pink throbbing lips of her helplessly responding vagina. He thrust his tongue deep up into the sensually quivering moistness of her cunt until he could feel her soft pussy hairs grazing tantalizingly at the tip of his nose. With savage energy she groaned aloud and ground her sensually writhing buttocks up against his face. She had finally surrendered, he gloated, watching in excitement the lust-contortions of her face as her lips bared back over the pearly whiteness of her teeth.
By God, it wouldn't be long now before he rammed his cock into that tight little pussy and shot his cum all the way up in her belly. She was turning out to be just like any other hot little bitch waiting to be fucked by any cock she could get hold of. She hadn't fooled old Danny Cochran with her prudence and modesty line; he'd seen right through that from the first.
JoAnn's body pumped and turned under the lewd maddening tortured of the singer's obscenely flicking tongue until she thought the pounding of her heart would break right through her chest. Her head was raised up from the mattress watching his working face, her hands locked tightly behind his head, pulling the punishing lash of his tongue deeper up into the thin, vertical slit of her vaginal opening. It seemed as though the delicious sucking of her hotly pulsing cuntal flesh would go on and on until it made her cum, but suddenly, Danny forced his head up from the restrictive grip of her hands and sat up between her open thighs.
"Now I'm going to fuck your hot little pussy with your panties on, sweetheart," he said with oily assurance. "I love to fuck women with their panties on!"
The trembling young wife lay still, her breath coming so fast she felt her lungs would burst. Her belly quivered and heaved as though he had already sunk his long thick cock deep up inside her.
The entertainer bent over her supine form, fastening his lips around the tautened nipple of one heaving breast. Then he tweaked at the other, and his lips roamed wetly over the soft-fleshed mounds, causing a blissful ripple that descended from her erect little nipples to the close-clinging crotch band of her panties below. Her smoothly rotating buttocks began a slow impatient grinding in anticipation of his entry.
"That's right, JoAnn ... I can tell you're getting nice and ready," Danny moaned, as he licked again over her warmly throbbing pussy. "Now I want to hear you beg for it ... beg for this big cock of mine!"
JoAnn lay frozen under the prodding of his lewd words. Their very obscenity excited her more and she fought with herself against the overpowering desire to scream out for it, beg for him to put his throbbing rod of male flesh inside her hotly churning cunt. She wanted it, yes, how painfully she wanted it! But, dear God, she couldn't beg for it ... she had to keep from begging.
"Open your legs now, sweetheart, I'm coming in!"
Danny's words were at once a warning and a relief. But as she saw the massively swollen organ the singer held proudly just at the entrance of her pussy, she quivered, thinking crazily that it would never fit inside her. He guided his rock hard cock slowly forward, using the thick rubbery head to part the full fleshy lips of her hair-lined vagina. The young wife turned her head to the side on the mattress, closing her eyes with a shudder as she felt its soft electrical contact against the sensitive pink lips of her moistly quaking pussy. She held her breath for what seemed like an eternity, lying still in utter subjugation before him.
"Oooooh," she breathed as she felt the first hard pressure of his penis against the elastic entrance of her vagina. She moaned and sighed as the blunt tip stretched through her pussy lips, slipping tightly into the smooth elasticity of her cuntal opening.
"Aaaaahhhh, Daannnnny," she groaned, feeling the huge unimaginable penetration of his over-sized cock in her unaccustomed little cunt. She looked into the lust-contorted features of his face and saw that he was actually enjoying the unnatural way he had impaled her on his cock.
Suddenly he lurched forward on the innocent young wife spread-eagled beneath the blood-engorged head of his penis. He had to fuck her, and he had to fuck her quick!
His weight smashed her full firm breasts tightly back against her chest. He thrust his hips forward at the same time, and his long thick cock slid into her cunt like a raging freight train pushing the soft moist flesh of her tightly clinging vaginal walls in rippling waves before it. There was no stopping it until with a loud smack his sperm-bloated balls slapped heavily into the firm fleshy mounds of the upturned cheeks of her milky-white ass.
"God help me!" she cried beneath him. She had never been so filled in her life, and his thickly throbbing cock felt as though it had ripped her vagina apart as she plunged deep into her without mercy or thought. Now his penis lay sunk deep into her belly, filling every part of her insides. There wasn't one tiny ridge of flesh that she couldn't feel as his cock thrust in and out of her cunt like a tightly fitted piston in a moistened cylinder.
Danny lay still for a moment, his face directly over hers. She lay immobile too, afraid to move. Neither made a sound for a long moment, and then suddenly JoAnn felt a jerking throb deep up inside her. The bulging thickness of the singer's cock jerked in another half-inch as he flexed it inside her vaginal cavity.
"I knew I could get it farther in, sweetheart," he grunted proudly as he rotated his buttocks, ramming even deeper into her.
"Unh!" she gasped byway of response, the cords on her neck standing out from the tension of her body.
"You like it?"
"Oh, yes, Danny," she lied, remembering her vow not to offend him.
"Come on then, ask for it!"
"Danny, please do it ... do it to me!" It wasn't so difficult to spit the words out as she had imagined earlier that it would be. Her cuntal walls were contracting involuntarily in a slow, regular rhythm against the welcome intrusion of his cock, and she felt for an instant that she really did want it!
"No, don't say it like that, my delicate lady," the entertainer corrected with a slight sneer. He didn't feel in the mood for any pretentious snobbery. "You know what I want you say ... say fuck me!"
"Oh, fuck me, then!"' JoAnn hissed, wanting nothing more than to get the degrading act over and done with. He was going to do it anyway, and God forgive her, she was probably going to enjoy it. Nothing would be gained by useless quibbling, the damage to her self-respect had already been done. Her only consolation as her nakedly writhing body bucked and twisted on the bed was that she was doing it all for Jerry ... doing it all to make up for the terrible way she flaunted herself in front of teenage boys.
As Danny crushed the voluptuous flesh of her naked young body, he sensed the last remaining ounce of resistance draining from her soul. Clamping his lips suddenly right down over her mouth, he began a slow rocking motion between her lewdly splayed thighs. He could feel the tight narrow passage of her pussy widening slightly with each short smooth stroke as she groaned in helpless defeat beneath him. With all his years of experience, he knew she was actually squirming with desire, her flesh was actually tingling with raw lust.
JoAnn's body had indeed begun to respond. There was no longer any reason to fight the lewd flames of desire coursing hotly through her veins. She had lost the battle against her obscene lust, and even the agonizing thought of her total surrender sent wicked chills running along the base of her spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Danny's long thick cock skewering wetly into her.
The young blonde's whole madly aroused body twitched and writhed beneath him, and she groaned incessantly up into his salivating mouth, shoving her tongue with a sudden complete abandon deep into his throat. Low hums of passionate servile acceptance came in torrents from deep in her chest, her face wildly contorted with lust, mouth working, neck straining, nostrils flared, a light sweat breaking out on the forehead under the now disheveled soft blonde hair.
Danny slipped his hands down the sides of her body and underneath to the silken roundness of her buttocks and cupped the smoothly undulating twin mounds. They began flexing and unflexing, oozing around his clenching fingers. He jerked her harder to his loins and felt her excitedly opening her thighs even wider, the moist wet hole of her cunt flowering open to receive his plunging cock to even greater depths.
JoAnn was kicking and quivering in wanton abandon and her tensed tongue pumped savagely up into his greedy mouth as small mewling sounds of velvety pleasure rumbled from her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out hard as she thrashed beneath him from the uncontrollable building intensity of her feeling. There was no longer a thought of anything except the delicious lewd sensation of lying underneath this man who was fucking her against her better judgment and giving back to him the undeniable pleasure he was giving her.
The singer slaved above her, moving suddenly into long smooth strokes that brought his fast-pumping cock almost all the way out of her hungrily clasping cunt on the backstroke, and then thrusting forward into her uplifted buttocks again until he could feel the harsh slap of his cum-laden balls against the shimmering satin-smooth skin of her loins. He smiled at the urge which suddenly occurred to him, and slid his fingers down to the tight narrow crevice of her ass-cheeks below her pulsing cunt until he found the small puckering anus cradled defenselessly below. It was soft and warm and he could feel it moving with the excited rotation of her buttocks pushing hard up against his thick shaft of male flesh.
He insinuated his finger with a sudden quick movement, feeling the tight rubbery ring yield almost immediately.
"Oh, not that," JoAnn gasped involuntarily. What else was this depraved entertainer going to think of before he was finished with her helplessly ravaged body?
Wasn't it enough that she was enjoying his adulterous fucking?
Danny worked his finger inside, slowly stretching the rubbery softness wider and wider as he ground into her. He slipped another finger in and felt the tight resistance give way as it wormed deep into her warmly clinging rectum.
The deep guttural noises coming from her chest slowed into whimpers of misery and then abruptly subsided to be replaced by greater moans of lascivious pleasure as her tortured anus slowly became accustomed to the unnatural invasion.
"Oooooohhh, yesssssss ... yeessss," she mewled, not even aware of what she was saying.
"So you like that too, hunh?" Danny smiled triumphantly into her wetly sucking mouth as he felt her screw her rectum back on his fingers while he rotated it methodically, teasingly, around in the warm rubbery depths. She was hopelessly impaled between his hard driving cock in her vagina and his fingers rammed tightly in her rectum. And now, moaning and mewling beneath him, she began lustfully twisting and squealing in shameless abandon under the double ravishment of her loins.
Slowly he slid his hand up from the rounded cheeks of her buttocks where his heavily throbbing cock was sliding smoothly in and out of her frenziedly clasping pussy. The soft hair-lined folds oozed warmly around his lust-thickened penis, and he could sense their moist softness pulling and giving with each jackhammer thrust deep up into her belly.
Soft moans of obscene pleasure tumbled from JoAnn's throat as he fondled and played with her hotly pulsating cuntal lips. At the same time he could feel the ever widening passage of her devouring little cunt flowering in greedy desire to swallow the whole of his long hard cock fucking slipperily up inside her. He could feel the painful aching of his tightening balls, pounding so heavily against her nakedly upturned buttocks. It wouldn't be long now before his cock exploded in violent release inside her excitedly undulating pussy walls.
He quickened the pounding thrusts of his savagely hammering cock, plunging it faster and faster into her grateful cunt as her naked young body thrashed and twisted beneath him. She was ready to cum, he could feel it as her trembling legs on either side of him suddenly jerked widely off the bed. He ripped his fingers from her rectum with a wet hissing sound and pressed his hands behind her knees, pushing them back hard against the mattress on either side of her shoulders. The plane of her hair-fringed pussy was wide open to the pile-driving thrusts of his pounding cock as she smacked violently into her.
"Oh, yes ... Oh, yes ... Oh, YES!!" she chanted frenziedly, her face contorted in a twisted mask of wild passion.
With a loud animal grunt, Danny ground deep and hard into her so that his massively throbbing cock bored far up into the recesses of her womb. Her nakedly dancing breasts heaved and quivered up against the pressure of his chest, and the tiny hard nipples dug into him like the buttons of a coat.
And suddenly he felt her shiver convulsively!
"I'm ... GOD! ... It ... it's cumming! My pussy's cuuuummmiiinnnggg!!!"
As the excited words burst from her lips, her feverishly palpitating cunt twitched spasmodically around the thickly throbbing spear of his savagely fucking cock. Her whole body bucked and shuddered as warm, hot gushes of fiery liquid-cum flooded her wildly climaxing loins. The singer thrust faster, fucking deeper, deeper up inside her convulsively clasping vagina.
The wildly sucking lips of her cunt sucked painfully on the pumping shaft of his cock. Her breath was coming in short desperate gasps now, and he thrust with abandon deep inside her again.
Suddenly a tremendous roiling pressure seized his aching balls and he felt the rumble of his own hot sperm as it shot through the jerking tube of his penis and erupted from the tip of his cockhead far up in the welcoming depths of her belly.
"Aaaarrrggghhh!!!" Danny groaned huskily as the heated lava of his semen mingled with the passion-juices of JoAnn's orgasm deep up inside the wildly thrashing pool of her pulsating cunt. His cock exploded violently, again and again, as he emptied his forever draining balls into the depths of her hungry pussy.
And then, with another deep groan, the entertainer felt the young wife's legs suddenly fall limply out to the sides, splayed obscenely on either side of his sweat-streaked buttocks.
JoAnn's heart pounded in her chest as though it would burst. Her still sensuously throbbing cunt had been fucked as it never had been before, and she experienced a supreme elevation, as it was she touched the upper limits of pleasure. But then, as she lay there, the earlier wave of humble servitude crept over her, and she remembered where she was and why she was there.
She opened her eyes and saw Danny Cochran sprawled out beside her on the gigantic velvet bed. His chest was rising heavily with his laboring breathing, and she noticed for the first time how well-formed his tanned body was. No wonder Jerry thought he would make it big as a singing star ... he had the sex appeal that would make young girls faint with ecstasy. For an illicit second, JoAnn felt proud that she had actually felt his now-sleeping cock right up inside her, spitting out its ecstatically gushing male pleasure-seed....
But she stood up slowly, retrieving the empty brandy glass that had rolled off the bed to the floor. She knew she had transgressed this afternoon, unforgivably violated her marriage, but she had to continue, she had to keep up the front for just a few more hours while she took Danny Cochran to dinner with two of her friends.
Suddenly she gasped as she remembered that she hadn't had time to phone anyone this afternoon, and now it was almost too late. Who could be ready for a formal dinner at eight, r when it was already past six now?
"Danny...." she broke the silence nervously.
He opened one eye and regarded her.
"The dinner reservation is for four-is there anyone in town you'd especially like to see?"
"Only you, my dear," he said exaggeratedly.
"Seriously ... it's awfully short notice, I know, but if you do know someone...." It didn't really matter if the extra people were her friends or his, there would definitely be safety in numbers.
The singer propped himself up on one elbow. "You run along home now ... if you want me to bring another couple, I will ... I've got some old buddies in L.A. But let me warn you, they might not be quite the type of people you'd expect...."
"Wh-what?" JoAnn stammered. Now she'd really loused everything up. What if this ex-mobster was going to bring some gangster friends? Why had she ever suggested that he invite someone? Her husband had meant to leave that part of the engagement entirely up to her.
"I said, they might not be the kind of people you'd expect...."
"Don't worry," JoAnn found herself saying, "I'm sure any friends of yours will be just fine."
She pulled on the last of her discarded garments and waved what she hoped was a jaunty self-assured wave to the still-prone entertainer on the red velvet bedspread, her semen-drenched panties, warm and wet up between her thighs when she moved out the door.
CHAPTER FOUR
Danny Cochran rose as soon as he heard the door click behind Jerry's wife as she left the hotel room. He fumbled in his jacket pockets until he found the little black address book he'd brought along just in case. To tell the truth, he hadn't planned on calling any of his old friends; he was looking forward to this upcoming concert tour as a distinct break with all his former associates, the beginning of a new life. But now that JoAnn had mentioned that she needed two more people to round out the dinner party he thought, what the hell, why not? They weren't going to have the opportunity to tempt him with any underworld dealings, not in front of the Douglas woman. And he'd get rid of them as soon as Jerry Douglas got back.
Smiling inwardly with anticipation, he dialed the number from his private hotel room phone. He let the phone on the other end of the line ring three times, then he hung up and dialed again. It gave him a little thrill to use the private signal he'd used for so long with his cronies. This time the other phone was answered.
"Yeah?"
"Hey, Arty!" Danny laughed, recognizing Arthur Fleishman's voice immediately. "It's Danny, old buddy ... I'm in town!"
"D-Danny ... Man, you shouldn't be calling here ... You're not in very high regard around here. What's up?"
Damn, his former best friend sounded nervous.
"Ease up, man ... I'm not into any business. I'll only be in town a couple of days, and I was wondering if we could get together. I've got this chick-well, my agent's wife, actually-and she's having a little dinner tonight, with two extra places. You and Dodge want to come?"
"Look, pal, I'm not supposed to see you. The boss has got guys out looking for you right now!"
"W-where?" It was Danny's turn to get nervous. He'd thought all that trouble would have blown over in more than a year. He wasn't that important a guy to the bosses to be worth worrying about-or so he had believed.
"Not here, don't worry...." And then, miraculously, the whole tone of Arty's voice changed radically. "Shit, Danny! What the hell! I'll meet you tonight-name the place."
"Why don't you drop by my hotel first-the Sheraton? I'll be leaving here around 7:30 ... The dinner thing is at eight, black tie, and all ... Goddamn, Arty! It sure will be good to see you!"
"It'll be great seeing you, Danny boy," the other man rejoined.
So it was all set! Danny hadn't looked forward to anything quite so much in fourteen months, since all that business with the cops, and his informing on some of his higher-ups. It hadn't been all that bad, the police didn't even apprehend the main character he'd fingered, and the other two got off with light sentences. He'd have thought the syndicate would have thanked him for telling as little as he actually did, instead of black-listing him for telling so much. But he hadn't had too rough a time of it; the FBI protected him for a couple of months, and then all he had to do was get a bunch of new friends. That was the only real drawback to the whole deal-the fact that he had to break off contact with all his closet friends. And now, for the first time, he was going to get to see Arty Fleishman and Dodge Holloway again, and with no threatening strings attached.
Danny Cochran whistled as he dressed in a fairly conservative dark dinner suit. He wore a satin vest and black satin tie against a faintly gold-tinted silk shirt. He prided himself in his appearance for two reasons: one, he wanted to show his old buddies that he wasn't so bad off, and two, he wanted the Douglas bitch to appreciate the sacrifice he'd made for her this afternoon by letting her feel his big stiff cock fucking up into her hungering little pussy-hole.
He poured himself a shot of whiskey and sat down with the racing forms he'd picked up at the airport. He wasn't much of a gambler anymore, but he still liked to keep up with the action at the racetracks, especially since he knew so many trainers personally and he wanted to check the progress they were making. It was something he never missed when he flew in to L.A., the odds at the Los Alamitos track.
He was still figuring with a pen and paper at the leather-topped table when there was a buzz at the door and a voice crackled over the intercom: "Mr. Cochran, two gentlemen in the lobby to see you."
He leaped up and answered the communication: "Send them right up."
He flung open the door and strode over to r the elevator to meet them. He had to laugh with sheer joy when his two black-suited friends stepped into the hall. They looked just great, Arty with a new sporty moustaches, and tall, skinny Dodge looking forever like a gawky thirteen year old kid. Dodge stood about six foot eight, and his gaunt face and thin physique made him look even taller. It always made Danny smile to think what a quick sharp mind his in that inappropriately long body, and what an excellent spy he made despite his easily identified appearance.
He smiled knowingly to Arty's sleek black and tan German shepherd, faithfully standing at his master's side.
"How'd you get him past the front desk?" he winked.
"Oh, the hotel manager could see immediately what a valuable dog he was," Arty replied, patting his wallet in a meaningful gesture. You could never get past old Arty. He was so friendly and alert, you just had to thrust him. He'd been Danny's roommate in college and then partner in crime for ten years up until that unfortunate incident last year. For a minute he almost wished he hadn't gone straight. Damn! He really missed all those all-night poker games and dice parties they used to have.
"Come on in and have a drink," he said finally. "We've got a few minutes before we're due at the restaurant."
As the three former partners sat comfortably in the leather-bound hotel living room, their unfamiliarity slowly dwindled away and soon they were talking freely like the old friends they were. Danny almost forgot about the dinner engagement he'd invited them over for, as they planned gleefully to have a friendly little gambling session after the meal. They all agreed to play for low stakes-they didn't want to jeopardize their renewed friendship with any financial hassles. Additionally, each one privately suspected that the others couldn't afford it right now, although no one was even hinting that he wasn't loaded. It was just going to be a fun game for old time's sake, nothing more.
It was ten to eight before Danny Cochran remembered the dinner. That gave them just enough time to get there before making Mrs. Douglas think they'd stood her up. It wouldn't be expedient to pull anything funny on his new agent's wife, even though he knew she'd never have any recourse against him after today.
The three elegantly dressed men hailed a taxi in front of the posh hotel.
JoAnn Douglas had been in a nervous tizzy ever since she got home from that awful singer's hotel room. She'd only had time to wash her hair and blow it dry, and she'd wanted so badly to do it up nicely for tonight. And then there was the horrible creeping fear that she'd really made a mistake by having Danny Cochran invite two people to dinner instead of inviting two of her own friends.
Her immediate worries were nothing compared to the guilt and embarrassment that wracked her brain for her activities this afternoon. It wasn't bad enough that she'd succumbed to her secret obsession again, no, she had to top it off by an adulterous affair with that arrogant singer, the man her husband depended on to make his fortune for him. Was there no relief in the hopeless entanglement she was being forced to build around herself? Why, oh, why couldn't Jerry have stayed home?!
She half-heartedly slid open the closet door to look over the possibilities of what to wear. She definitely wanted something un-sexy-she wasn't going to risk a repeat of this afternoon, but she didn't want to look drab, either. She had to act as hostess to Danny and his friends, and she didn't want to be ashamed in front of the other women. She had naturally assumed that Danny was bringing a man and a woman, two men or two women would be obviously inappropriate for the occasion. She spent several minutes in front of the closet, finally selecting a popular midi-cut striped skirt, made of light swishy silk, that clung without being too revealing over her ass. The blouse that went with it was made out of the same material, and although the neckline was low-cut, the tiny belt with a rhinestone buckle and the short gently flared sleeves gave it an over-all conservative appearance, youthful but not erotic.
She was combing out her hair to wrap in a French roll when the phone rang. She instinctively realized it would be Jerry.
"Hello," she panted, having run to the living room phone.
"JoAnn, darling, it's me. How're things going? I'm glad I caught you before you went out...."
"Fine, Jerry ... Just fine," she lied, relieved that he had called, but afraid of what to tell him. "Danny's plane was late, but he got in all right ... I took him to his hotel and ... and talked to him for awhile...." It was best to admit that she had been in the singer's hotel room ... Someone might have seen her, and she didn't want Jerry to think she was hiding anything from him.
Her husband was mercifully unsuspecting. "That's great, honey ... I think Danny is just a fabulous person, and we're going to make it big with him ... I just know it!"
Half of us are already making it big with him, JoAnn thought ashamedly, wishing there was some way to get out of seeing him again.
"Who are you taking to dinner tonight?" Jerry asked innocently, unaware of the turmoil in his wife's mind.
"Oh, Jerry!" she suddenly sobbed out, wanting him to share her terrible burden with her. "Jerry, I didn't remember to ask anyone ... so I ... Darling, I told him to bring some of his friends from around here."
"Excellent, JoAnn! What a fantastic idea!" Jerry enthused. He had just now detected the worried tone of her voice, and he wanted to say something to put her at her ease. He didn't want her to get all nervous the way she'd been doing lately and ruin his standing with the promising new singer. "That's even better than inviting your friends, who might make him uncomfortable with all their staring. I just know you'll be the perfect hostess, honey ... Give Danny all the attention he wants, so he'll know how important he is to us. We don't want him slipping into his old habits...."
God, if he knew what he was saying! JoAnn thought miserably. All the attention he wants ... I guess that means I'm supposed to ... to let him fuck my ears off again. "Jerry," she blurted, "please come home!"
"Tomorrow morning, darling ... Tomorrow morning. Now you run along and have a wonderful time. Try to see that Danny and his friends do, too."
JoAnn held the phone in her hand for a long time after Jerry hung up. She wanted to scream through the wires, all the way up to Portland, to make her loving husband come home. He didn't realize what he was putting her through with this sex-maniac singer of his, and she, an exhibitionist by some sick compulsion ... What could she possibly do? What should she do?
That was it, she thought soberly. She knew what she should do. She had to go to dinner tonight and meet Danny Cochran and his friends. She had to be gracious and friendly, but she had to show, subtly somehow, that she was respectable and responsible ... She couldn't come across as she had this afternoon. But what had she done? How had she given Danny the wrong idea? Was it just the sexy pants and see-through blouse?
JoAnn sincerely hoped that was all it was. It was going to be doubly difficult tonight to maintain her distance, because she had been so wantonly responsive this afternoon. But there was the advantage that tonight Danny would be with friends, and he could hardly make a pass at a married woman with other people around. That was some consolation.
The distraught young woman took a last peek at herself in the mirror. She looked all right, she decided, seeing the way her green eyes were sparkling apprehensively under her light make-up. She had deliberately gone easy on her make-up, because she thought too much coloring would make her look cheap. With a deep resolved sigh, she scooped up her coat and her purse and went out into the garage for the car.
Normally JoAnn would have been pleased to be dressed up nicely to go out in Jerry's Porsche, but the monumental task that lay before her prevented her taking any great enjoyment from the drive. She was five minutes late in arriving at the restaurant as it was, and she was trying to put on a natural appearance so Danny's friends wouldn't suspect. God, she'd never be able to eat tonight, what with all the turmoil in her brain!
Fortunately, the taxi bearing Danny Cochran and his friends was just pulling away when JoAnn drove up. Unfortunately, she saw in an instant that the singer had made the unforgivable error of inviting not a couple, but two men! How was she ever going to be able to face two more strange men, after all she'd been through this afternoon. Her stomach seemed to flutter right into her throat, and she was afraid for an agonizing second that she was going to be sick. But she remembered Jerry's plea, that she be a perfect hostess, and she swallowed her fears and put on a smile as she stepped lightly from the car. The unbelievably tall blonde man extended his hand to help her onto the sidewalk.
Danny was smiling when he made the introductions. He had seen the desperation creep into JoAnn's eyes and he'd had a marvelous idea that needed just a little smoothing out. "JoAnn, these are my friends Arty Fleishman and Dodge Holloway ... Gentlemen, JoAnn Douglas, fair lady of the afternoon, evening, and all the time!"
JoAnn blushed deeply at his insinuation, but she was relieved that the other two didn't seem to take the double meaning. "Shall we go in?" she invited firmly, not wanting any more of the offensive street talk.
The three men agreed, gallantly holding the door, taking her coat, and behaving in general like perfect gentlemen. Danny was such a contrast to the way he'd been this afternoon, that JoAnn was almost lulled into a sense of security although she had the feeling that the three of them might be putting on a show of manners that they didn't really have.
The restaurant was dimly lit and crowded for a Thursday evening, and JoAnn relaxed as soon as she realized that the elegant atmosphere wasn't a bit conducive to the things she'd been afraid might happen. Over cocktails, she decided that the abnormally tall Dodge was really quite witty and not at all unpleasant, the way she'd first imagined. Arty she was a little hesitant about. He seemed too friendly, not in a sexual sort of way, but more in the way of a professional con artist, somebody who gains your confidence only to betray you. She wondered fleetingly what his relationship was to Danny, if he was trying to cheat the singer out of something or if he was really a good friend.
She didn't have much time to ponder the question, because their steak dinner was served soon after, and by the time the five-course meal was over, they were all too full to be very suspicious of anyone. JoAnn was visibly relieved that the ordeal was finally over, and she was genuinely happy that the dinner had gone so well. She had really begun to forget the shame and humiliation of the afternoon, when Danny rudely brought it f lying back into her mind.
"That was a lovely meal, dear," he said a little drunkenly. "Now me and the boys wonder if you'd like to come up to my hotel for a little party."
JoAnn could imagine just what kind of a party he had in mind, and she wanted no part of it. She shook her head and was about to say "no way" when suddenly she caught her lip between her teeth. "Give Danny all the attention he wants, " Jerry had said. Did that mean...?
Danny took her silence as agreement. "You'll come then? It won't be anything you won't like ... We're just going to play a few games for old time's sake...."
"I'm sorry, Danny," JoAnn said as politely as possible. "I'd like to very much, but Jerry's getting home tomorrow and I've got to meet him at the airport in the morning ... And you'll be meeting him in the morning, too,' won't you?" she ventured boldly, hoping he would take the hint.
"Hell, Mrs. Douglas!" the entertainer exploded angrily, partly affected by the number of cocktails he'd consumed. "We won't keep you out all night! Don't be so nervous about your husband ... He can take care of himself, and I know you're able to take care of yourself, too...."
JoAnn shrugged. He had her again. He had her again and he knew it. Dear God, if only Jerry were here!
CHAPTER FIVE
"Where do you know Danny from?" JoAnn Douglas said nervously to the tall blond man scrunched beside her in the Porsche. Arty and the singer had decided it would be better if someone rode with the Douglas woman, to make sure she wouldn't try to cut out on them.
"Oh, that's nothing you'd want to know," Dodge said affably. He felt a little sorry for her, the way his buddies seemed to be pushing her around. He suspected Danny had something on her, and from the way he looked at her all night, he had a pretty good idea what it was. Good old Danny, he smiled to himself, always the ladies' man. Still, he didn't exactly agree with all the things Arty and Danny seemed to have in mind, and he felt like this was his chance to help her out. "Let's just say your husband got on to him?" Husbands were usually a safe subject for worried young wives.
"Jerry? He heard Danny back east about a year ago, right after that ... you know ... that crime thing...." She was afraid she was going to get herself in trouble with the tall man if she talked about the organization. She trusted him more than the others, but she still had doubts.
"Yes...." Dodge prompted.
"Jerry's got a good eye for talent ... He used to be a talent scout, you know, before he got his own agency. I guess he just thought Danny Cochran had what it takes ... He worked on that contract for a year." JoAnn turned to face him suspiciously. She suddenly thought he might be another scout from a rival agency, or even the syndicate, and maybe she was being a little free with her information. "Why?"
"Just interested ... I'm not trying to pry. Danny used to be a pretty good friend, that's all. He sounds quite pleased with the deal your husband has worked out for him."
Despite her apprehensions, JoAnn felt a little flush of pride at the compliment Dodge had paid her husband. Jerry was a good booking agent and everybody knew it. He got lots of new acts on the road even when they were completely unknown. It was all in his carefully scrutinizing eye and his accurate judgment of character. You had to be a good judge of character to determine whether a performer would work hard and take advantage of his potential. Success, Jerry always said, was 10% talent and 90% hard work, and he'd always had the talent for picking out the hard workers.
JoAnn wished that she was a better judge of character. She'd like to have known right now if she was misplacing her trust by confiding in this strange-looking man with the odd-sounding name. She would like to have been able to foresee Danny Cochran's adulterous advances before it was too late, and she wanted desperately to know if she was getting herself into another situation where she would be forced to comply with lewd activities against her will. She was always conscious of the awesome obligation she had to Jerry, but she felt sure it shouldn't have to include things like what had happened this afternoon. If only she didn't have this terrible secret perversion, maybe she'd have been able to have a little pride and self-respect ... Maybe she would have been able to demand her rights from these men.
She swung into a parking place outside the hotel, wondering if she'd driven faster or slower than the taxi that bore Danny and Arty. She had the sudden impulse to drop Dodge out of the car and drive madly toward home, but her responsibility to Jerry stopped her again. Maybe it won't be so bad, she consoled herself. Maybe they do want to just play some friendly little games.
When Dodge and JoAnn came out of the elevator and headed down the hall to Danny's room, the entertainer and his friend were already engaged in a game of liar's dice with Arty's huge German shepherd lying lazily in the corner of the room. They both rose automatically when JoAnn entered and offered her a chair.
"Can I get you some brandy, JoAnn?" Danny asked smiling. "I know how much you like it."
"Thanks." Why did he have to constantly bring up reminders of her humiliation this afternoon? If it wasn't for the half-way protective presence of Dodge Holloway, she'd have thought he had similar plans for tonight.
"We were just rolling dice," Arty was explaining to Dodge. "We thought we'd get up a game we could all play ... got any ideas?"
"I'm not exactly loaded tonight," the tall man admitted. "How about black jack, or poker ... with reasonable stakes?"
JoAnn gasped inwardly as she realized what they were talking about. They wanted her to gamble! It was all clear now. They knew she had money, because it was obvious that Jerry had left her some to pay for the expensive dinner. They were all mixed up in some horrible plot against her-and against Jerry, too-and they were trying to lure her into giving up her money! "I don't know any card games!" she blurted a little frantically. She wanted to make her position on gambling clear, before they even started.
"That's okay, sweetheart," Danny said soothingly. "We can play dice or whatever you want. Name your choice!"
Oh, God! What could she do, trapped by these common criminals? "I-I don't have any money," she said fearfully, knowing instinctively they wouldn't believe her. But then Danny really surprised her.
"Don't be so nervous, Mrs. Douglas ... The way you're acting, you'd think we were trying to get your money or something."
"Well, aren't you?" she asked boldly. "Isn't that the whole point of inviting me up here?"
Dodge and Arty were laughing, and JoAnn could feel her cheeks burning red. She knew instantly she was making a mistake, being overly suspicious of these three old friends. Somewhere along the line she had made a terrible misjudgment about them, and she was feeling ashamed at her attitude. She hoped desperately that she wasn't ruining Jerry's chances with Danny by being so mistrusting and just plain stupid.
But didn't she have a right to be a little suspicious? After this afternoon, wouldn't any woman think twice about accepting another invitation from the same man? She just couldn't make sense of the jumbled thoughts and impressions she was getting. All she was sure of was that she felt apprehensive, but why, or whether her fears were founded in fact, she didn't know. If Danny and his friends didn't want her money, what did they want?
Dodge leaned toward her chuckling. "We didn't bring you here to steal your money, you can be sure of that ... We only wanted your company"-here he cast meaningful glances toward both Danny and Arty-"to make our game a little more interesting."
JoAnn didn't know if she could accept that. She wanted to believe he was telling the truth-the simple truth-but she couldn't allay her fear. She didn't know any gambling games, and she knew she wasn't going to be much fun for them....
"You know how to shoot craps?" Arty asked her.
"Nooo, I...."
"It's simple ... You get two dice, throw 'em against the wall, and bet you can match the first roll before you get a 7...."
The blonde shook her head in confusion ... It was no use. She was so jittery she was sure she'd never be able to learn the new game tonight. She gulped her brandy, hoping it would make her relax. Seeing her empty glass, Dodge got up to refill it.
He set it down in front of her and said, "Listen, I'll be your partner. That way you don't have to worry about the game ... You can just be my bank. How's that?"
That sounded to JoAnn like they wanted her money again. "Y-your bank? What do you mean? I don't have...."
"Not money, JoAnn," Danny broke in. "Clothes. You let Dodge roll for you and bet with your clothes!" Arty winked approvingly.
"Oh, I couldn't do that!" JoAnn cried immediately.
"Why not?" the singer asked. "You've heard of strip poker before ... Well this is ... strip craps!" He tightened his face into the hard meaningful expression he'd used on her this afternoon. He knew he could get her to submit to the lewd suggestion by making her think she had to comply for her husband's sake. She was quite a pushover, this Douglas chick, and she couldn't very well refuse him his innocent request now that she'd been so acquiescent earlier.
"How about it?" he said, cocking one eyebrow to release her from his harsh gaze.
"Well ... Okay. Just one game, though, or whatever you call it." She didn't like the idea at all, but she took some comfort in the fact that Dodge would be her partner, and as her partner, he certainly couldn't let her down. She wondered what kind of luck he usually had at shooting craps.
The three men got up from the table and pushed it to one side of the room. JoAnn-stood up, too, wondering what this game of "craps" was really like. Her mind wandered through some frightening illicit thoughts when she saw Danny pull the leather cushions from the sofa onto the floor. It looked like-God, no!-he was making some kind of bed in the middle of the living room carpet! She flinched instinctively when he motioned her to sit down on one of the cushions.
"It's okay ... You have to sit on the floor so you can roll against the wall," Dodge explained. He cupped two clacking dice in his hands and shook them pensively.
He knelt on the carpet about five feet from the wall, and crouched down even further because he was so gangly. He wound up his arm as if he was going to pitch a baseball, and released the transparent red dice both at once. They clicked against the wall, and came to rest in the plush pile of the carpet ... a 3 and a 2.
"Five," he said to JoAnn. "That means if I roll a five before I get a seven, we win." The nervous young wife leaned forward with interest to watch his next roll. It made it more comprehensible when she knew she had to watch for something specific. She even felt her excitement mounting as she hurriedly added up the dice as they fell on the carpet ... 6 and 2, 8 ... 4 and 4, 8 again ... I and 2, 3 ... 3 and ... and ... The second die balanced precariously on a peak in the high pile of the shag rug, threatening to topple over to one side or the other. Please be a two, please be a two, JoAnn was chanting over and over to herself. But the die fell-a four.
"That's seven," Arty exclaimed, whisking up the dice and taking back the two ten dollar bills he'd laid in front of him. "You lose ... One to me and one to Danny."
JoAnn was flustered for a moment, but Dodge gently nudged her. "You're my bank, sweetheart ... Pay up."
All six eyes were trained on her expectantly, waiting for her to make a move. Her face turned red as she looked each of them in the face, searching for some kind of reprieve, some acknowledgement that this wasn't for real, but only a big joke. No one moved. Finally, she pulled her legs forward in front of her, feeling her skirt fall away from her knees to reveal the slender white columns of her luscious thighs. She brought one knee up to her breasts, reaching for the buckle of her patent leather shoe. God, she was really going through with this.
Arty's eyes riveted on the silk smoothness of her enticingly outstretched leg as he bent forward to observe it closely. While JoAnn struggled with the dainty buckle, her skirt slunk farther down toward her buttocks revealing the black lace of her garter belt to his leering eyes. She jerked at the shoe clumsily and slid it off her foot. Immediately putting her leg back down on the floor, she handed the shoe to Arty. She looked around, waiting for the game to begin again.
"Me, too, sweetheart," Danny reminded tauntingly, pointing to the twenty on the floor in front of him. "I was betting against you too."
JoAnn shifted to the other buttock as a shiver of apprehension swept up her spine. She was directly in Danny's line of vision, and he glowered lasciviously as he watched the thinly clinging skirt inch down toward the crevice between her bent leg and her trembling belly. Her fingers worked rapidly to undo the other shoe, as her skirt slipped away to expose the other black garter stretching over her milk-white thigh. She fairly yanked the shoe off, and tossed it toward Danny, who was grinning lewdly. It wouldn't take long to undress this voluptuous little bitch, at the rate of two garments a roll!
The troubled blonde sighed in relief and again looked toward Arty to begin his roll.
"Un, uh, baby. You owe one more," the sly man said.
"One more? Why?"
"Don't play dumb with us, JoAnn," Danny snapped.
"We have to place a bet," Dodge explained. "If we win, you get it back ... Now take off your stocking and put it right here." He patted the carpet in front of JoAnn's cushion.
It was hopeless, she thought to herself as she saw the glazed look in the three men's eyes. They'd been drinking a lot since they'd been back in the hotel room, and she was afraid of what they might do if they were drunk. There was no safe way to escape the humiliation that was in store for her ... She had to trust it to chance, and hope Dodge got lucky with the dice. Her fingers trembling, she bent forward again, stretching the firm voluptuous whiteness of her leg out to its full length. She could feel every inch of it quivering warmly into the deep nap of the carpet.
All three men bent forward eagerly, their eyes devouring the lusciously beautiful woman who was beginning to roll the hem of her slinky silk skirt back over her full firm thighs. Her fingers were shaking so desperately that she could barely undo the garter clasp.
"Need some help there?" Arty leered, sliding over closer to her on the carpet. Before she realized what was happening, he was breathing hotly into her neck, as his hands wormed around her body to steady her quaking fingers. He gripped her arms and held her in position so he could press lewdly up against her, rubbing the hard rigid bulge of his cock into the small of her back. As she wriggled to loosen his grip, it suddenly leaped up even harder inside his pants. While his one hand still held her arm close into her chest, the other hand slid slowly up the length of her stocking-sheathed thigh, right past the garter clasp and onto the silky smooth skin below her panties. She could feel his tongue slurping lewdly by her ear as his fingers curled underneath the top of her stocking. She sat rigid, her entire body immobilized in fear, and in spite of herself she could feel the first tiny sparks of desire beginning to lick at her loins as she found herself being undressed in front of these obscenely leering men. She shivered as Arty jerked the stocking rudely from the garter snap, and his fingers began to massage the white tremulous softness of her naked young thigh. Slowly, inch by inch, his hands guided the smooth material of the stocking down over the ripely flaring curve of her leg, brushing against her voluptuously naked thigh and sending sensuous ripples reverberating upward to the pit of her belly.
JoAnn sat practically motionless through Arty's rude torment. He was confirming her worst-suspicions about him, the doubts she'd nurtured all night. He was a crafty con man, out to get his share, no matter who he had to step on, or degrade. His warmly enveloping body pressed around her like a heavy shawl only made her more acutely conscious of her distaste for him. If only she had been more discriminating about who she let Danny invite to dinner, none of this would be happening ... She'd be home in bed, dreaming peacefully of Jerry's return.
With a sudden jerking motion, Arty pulled her back harder against his penis, pressing firmly on her belly to push her buttocks back. She squirmed with her hands, but he caught her wrists and pulled them back into her breasts in his vise-like grip. "Roll down that stocking," he commanded hoarsely, without releasing either of her hands.
Clumsily, the young woman raised her other foot and began rubbing it against her leg. She smoothed the filmy silk over the sensuous curve of her knee by pushing at it with her stocking-encased toes. Then she caressed her calf with the arch of her foot, trying to roll the stocking over her slender muscles. Finally, the transparent garment was in a little bunch at her ankle, and no matter how hard she rubbed her legs together, she couldn't manage to slip it off her foot.
Finally the clever man released her arms, and reached over himself to pull the stocking triumphantly from her toes.
"Who needs dice?" he said, resuming his seat on the cushion, dangling the stocking like a trophy in the air. He let it slide slowly over all his hairy fingers as he dropped it on the carpet in front of Dodge and JoAnn.
Then, he raised up on his knees to prepare his master roll. The two red cubes flew quickly from his hand, hitting the wall with a loud "clack" and jumping back in front of the players. JoAnn leaned excitedly forward to see what he had rolled. A 3 and a 4-seven!
"We won!" she cried exultantly, reaching for the stocking.
But Dodge stopped her hand with his own. "No ... we lost."
"When we had a seven, I had to give up my shoes! So when Arty gets a seven, I get my stocking back!" If Dodge was trying to tease her, he was picking the wrong way to do it. It wasn't fair if they were changing the rules so she would always lose.
"Calm down, little lady," Danny interrupted. "If you roll a seven first time, you win. Otherwise, you only win if you match your first roll before you get a seven. Understand?"
She didn't, and she frankly suspected the men were up to some kind of trick. But she was afraid she might offend them if she expressed her unsatisfied suspicions, so she nodded and slumped into her cushion.
"What's your bet this time, baby?" Danny boomed, handing the dice back to Arty.
JoAnn's mouth dropped open. "Again? I just gave him my stocking!" She was sure it was some kind of trick now. They'd only taken two turns, and already she seemed to be half undressed. It wasn't fair the way they were playing, and it made it worse to know she couldn't do anything about it. It would have been better if she'd played for money ... At least then, she wouldn't be losing her pride at every unfortunate roll of the dice.
"If we win," she said firmly to Dodge, who seemed to be her only hope, "I'm quitting. Three turns of this game is enough."
The tall man only shrugged and looked back and forth between Arty and Danny. Arty raised his eyebrow in indecision, but Danny shook his head in finality. He hadn't even had a chance yet, and the way his cock was whipping around inside his pants, he wasn't about to let her get off so easy. He wanted to see her naked little cunt and those big hot tits, and he didn't want to have to wait all night.
"No, I'm sorry, JoAnn ... Ante up!"
For a long moment the blonde hesitated as the pairs of leering eyes were once again turned on her. It was now or never, she absolutely had to win. Slowly, reluctantly, she pushed back her skirt over her thighs and undid the remaining garter strap. Her fingers pushed the rippling sheerness of the stocking over her thigh, and she laid it neatly in front of her.
She brought her legs back underneath her buttocks, trying to hide them from the three men's gazes. She leaned forward as much as she dared, and watched the nerve-wracking roll of Arty's dice. His first roll was a nine, so she knew she had to watch for seven. If Arty rolled a seven before he rolled another nine, she and Dodge would win. In spite of her embarrassing predicament, the young wife was soon caught up in the agonizing suspense ... 2 and 2, 4 ... 2 and 4, 6 ... 3 and 3, 6 ... 3 and 5,8 ... Why couldn't he roll a seven? He'd rolled two sixes and an eight ... It wasn't fair! And then he rolled a 6 and a 3-nine!
"Well, I'll be damned," he exclaimed in a pleased voice, leaning over to collect Danny's $20 bill and JoAnn's other stocking. It looked like this was going to be his lucky night.
His obvious pleasure wasn't helping JoAnn any. She felt miserably sure that there was no way she was ever going to win, the way they kept changing the rules. She looked on carelessly as Arty shot again.
"Shit! Snake eyes!" he cursed, his eyes flashing at the pair of ones. He relinquished the dice and his money to Danny Cochran.
"Well, what do we get?" JoAnn demanded, sitting upright.
"Nothing, sweetheart," Dodge explained wearily. "You didn't bet. You have to ante up before the toss, if you want to win on it." He turned her head toward the singer, who was shaking the dice as he prepared to hurl them toward the wall. But he looked up disapprovingly at the Douglas woman and checked his roll.
"You're not going to pull that again, are you? ... If you're in, place your bet!"
JoAnn looked questioningly to Dodge, but he just nodded at her blouse. "Give him that, and let's see those pretty tits of yours." The tall man's salacious language burned in her ears and her trembling hands moved up from her lap to the top button of her striped silk blouse.
"Good, good," Danny encouraged. "Take it nice and slow. Give us a nice a big tease." JoAnn's cheeks burned at his insolent words, but with torturous slowness, she slipped the first button loose to reveal the pale expanse of her upper chest to the insatiable eyes of the three obscenely staring men. Now her fingers tremblingly descended to the second button and released it from the button hole.
The loose blouse teasingly parted to reveal a hint of the deep narrow cleavage that swelled beneath. She could feel their lascivious glances boring into her as sharp pangs of wicked excitement charged up her spine in spite of the horrible situation she found herself in. God, they look like they want to run their tongues all over my skin!
"Okay, okay ... Get it off. We haven't got all night, you know ... Your husband's coming in the morning," Danny taunted cruelly.
Hurriedly, JoAnn's fingers undid the last two buttons and unbuckled the dainty belt. Closing her eyes, she leaned forward to slide the blouse off her arms, feeling the voluptuous mounds of her breasts swell tantalizingly from her filmy d'collet' brassiere.
She held the blouse delicately with her fingertips, poising it in front of her body so it afforded some minor protection. Little by little the last vestiges of her feminine modesty were being stripped away from her. Danny had one of her shoes, and Arty had both stockings and the other. She was reluctant to let the blouse fall from her fingers, because she was certain that by some unfair twist of the rules they would make her give that up too. She had to win this time ... she just had to! Hesitatingly, she let the blouse slip from her fingers and fall in a little heap in front of her.
"That's better!" Danny approved, raising the dice once more to his lips for good luck. He jiggled them in his hand and rolled them along the carpet, so they barely ticked against the wall before coming to a stop.
JoAnn leaned forward, her huge white breasts threatening to pop right out of her skimpy bra. She strained to read the dice, and when she hunched up off her buttocks she reddened, realizing suddenly that none of the men were looking at the dice; they were all staring straight at her translucent flesh-toned bra! Hurriedly she sat upright again, drawing her arms nervously over her chest. She'd temporarily forgotten her delicate situation ... She'd been too worried about the dice.
As soon as she recovered herself, Dodge and Danny turned their attention to the dice, but Arty maintained a watchful leering gaze on the frightened blonde. He was getting anxious for the strip to go on, and he'd lost all interest in the paltry sums of money changing hands.
"It's an eight," Dodge reported to his dazed partner.
"So what do I have to take off now?" she asked miserably, all the time aware of Arty's lustful stare.
"Nothing yet," the tall man winked. "See what his next roll is."
JoAnn could hardly believe that they could actually roll the dice again without making her remove her clothing.
"Unless you want to double your bet...." Dodge continued. "Just think, if we put that skirt in, and we won, you'd have your skirt and blouse back, and also both stockings!" JoAnn could tell he was trying to coax her into doing it, by tempting her with the possibility that she could wind up with almost all her clothes back on one more roll.
She hesitated a moment to consider the wisdom of his suggestion. She knew that she had lost on four consecutive bets, and even with her limited understanding of gambling, she could see that her chances of losing again were getting less. All she needed to do was make the one big bet-everything but her bra and panties-and win, and she'd recoup all her losses. It made her shudder to find herself thinking like a gambler, like a common small-time criminal, but in her desperate position, it seemed to be the only logical way to look at it. She was sure Jerry would have done the same thing, if he'd been faced with a similar problem.
Oh, God, Jerry, Forgive me! she apologized mutely as she slowly felt around the waistband of her skirt for the hook and zipper packet. She closed her eyes to the lewd stares of the three fascinated men as she stood up to slip daintily out of the swishy silk skirt.
They watched as the rippling stripes slithered over her ripely rounded buttocks, catching slightly on the elastic waistband of her panties, and then slowly dropping below her naked satin-smooth thighs. The muscles of her slender thigh tightened alluringly as she raised her right leg to step out of the top of the skirt, bringing first her knee, then her long enticingly curved calf, and finally her pretty ankle and small foot over the edge of the material. She let the skirt fall to the ground and stepped lightly out with the other foot, revealing the long expanse of her nakedly white legs.
Then she boldly reached behind her waist, bravely bearing the lust-dilated eyes that nearly penetrated her with their intense gazes.
"I'm going to raise my bet," she announced, controlling the quiver in her voice. Her fingers found the tiny hook that held her delicate black lace garter belt, and she wriggled her hips sensually to loosen the erotic undergarment. Holding it before her with just her thumb and forefinger, she let them get a good look at it before she let it fall on top of her discarded skirt. She didn't want there to be any mistake. She was betting three, and she expected to get both stockings and a shoe back if she won.
Then she quickly sat down, huddling her knees close to her body, to get what little protection she could from them. She stared firmly at the red cubes in Danny's hand as he prepared to roll.
The singer grinned licentiously, seeming to stare right through the filmy underclothes to the sensuous skin of her erogenous zones. Without even looking at the dice, he hurled them toward the wall.
Six! Five! Ten! Five! JoAnn waited breathlessly for the seven that had to land up. With each roll, Danny's chances of turning up a seven increased ... Three! Another six ... and then a pair of fours!
With a deep involuntary moan, JoAnn sank back into the cushion. She had been tricked, wickedly tricked into placing the heavy bet. Dodge was no longer on her side. He had deliberately talked her into taking the foolish risk of throwing all her clothes into the kitty, and now she had lost everything ... everything! If they played anymore, she would be absolutely stark naked, utterly exposed to these vile men and their leering eyes, just like the lechers that used to frequent her step-father's nightclub. There must be a way out of it. She must have paid her debt by now ... She'd cooperated just as far as she could with the obscene demands of the three former criminals.
She looked fearfully into each of the gamblers' faces in turn, hoping for some sign of reassurance, some indication that the game had reached its logical conclusion. But they all met her eyes evenly, telling her clearly without using words that the game would go on ... She would have to comply or ruin her husband's career.
The entertainer wound up for the toss, and glared at the frightened young wife. "Are you in this time?" He made it sound like an absolute command, even though it should have been a question.
JoAnn turned to Dodge for a reply, He was the gambler ... She was just ... just the money, like some kind of common whore.
"Hell, yes, we're in," the thin man responded. "Now honey, let's put up our bet." He grinned lewdly at the young blonde. He was beginning to realize the full value of her "assets" and he wanted to see them for himself, out in the open instead of imprisoned in the inadequately encasing brassiere.
The callous tone of his command stifled all the resistance in her, and there was something about the abnormal length of his masculine body that sent unwanted waves of lewd desire pulsing through her loins. She could feel the grip of the familiar nervous trembling seizing her and her hands stretched behind her back to reach for the hooks of her brassiere.
It was odd, she thought, that she could be getting these obscene wisps of forbidden pleasure by undressing in front of these men. Always before, she had violently despised the lustful eyes of vile men roaming over her naked body, ever since she was a teenager. That was why she had always avoided adult males her own age, and searched out gentle young boys to satisfy her strange urges toward exhibitionism. And suddenly, tonight, in front of these three strangers that she was sure she didn't like, she was beginning to feel the overpowering urgency she had felt when she found the boys playing on the river or walking down the sidewalk.
She pulled clumsily at the flimsy elastic band, the bulging mounds of her full sensuous breasts protruding firmly outward as she straightened her back. In spite of her fear and initial reluctance the excitement of taking her bra off in front of these inconsiderate men caused her wetly throbbing pussy lips to flare open in obscene desire. She could feel the sharp-pointed buds of her nipples springing out yearningly against the restraint of her silken brassiere....
And suddenly her fumbling fingers managed to unhook the fastener. She held the two ends of her bra tantalizingly behind her back for a long moment, and then, let it fall loose. It hung precariously on the tiny knobs of her protruding nipples for an agonizing second, and then it slid down over her shoulders. As it fell limply to the carpet, the firm twin mounds of her ripely upthrust breasts burst forth to the excited gazes of the watchful males.
"Ooooo, baby! That's what I call tits!"
Arty whistled, his eyes wide in amazement, a leering grin playing on his lips. JoAnn shuddered at the thought of her unwanted nakedness and folded her arms across her breasts in a futile effort to hide herself from the raw lustful gazes. Only her tiny white bikini panties, which were not that much bigger than a suggestive g-string, stood between her and complete nudity before these sophisticated lechers.
"Let's see what I've got...." Danny said finally, turning from the lust-inspiring vision of JoAnn Douglas's nearly naked body to the little plastic cubes that bounced along the carpet. A five ... and a six.
"Hell!" he swore, throwing the dice in front of Dodge Holloway. "Goddamn eleven!" He grabbed greedily for JoAnn's bra and the green bills in front of Arty.
"D-did you lose?" the blonde asked innocently, not understanding why he was getting upset if he still got to take the money.
"Nah ... I lose my turn, but"-his eyes glinted like obsidian-"I still win the bet!" He dangled the loosely empty cups of her relinquished brassiere by the thin strap and laughed salaciously as his buddies chuckled. Dodge reached a huge hand out and made a swipe for the undergarment, as if he were going to retrieve it for his tensely trembling partner, but Danny jerked it away.
"You'd hardly think those huge melons she's got would fit in a skimpy little thing like this, would you?" Danny said musingly, taking a long look at the spoils he had just won.
Arty was getting impatient with the horsing around and he reached over and nudged JoAnn in the side. His hand rested too long at her waist as he said, "Come on, get your partner to roll." He twisted his fingers into the yielding flesh and she squirmed when she felt them slip downward toward her last remnant of respectability, her tiny panties.
"Oh, no-now, stop!" she heard herself complain to the shrewd man who was taking unfair advantage of her.
"In due time," he hissed, slipping his fingers under the waistband. "I'm going to win these little bikinis," he promised, snapping the elastic into her waist as he settled back onto his cushion.
The tall thin Dodge rattled the dice and threw them toward the wall. JoAnn leaned toward him in interest, her eyes glued to the dancing red cubes as they came to rest on the carpet in front of him. It was double fives, a ten.
"Sorry, JoAnn," Dodge apologized to his tense young partner. "That's one of the hardest rolls of all to duplicate...."
It was as if the dice as well as the three men were part of a conspiracy against her! She suddenly felt as if she wanted to cry, or whisk away all her clothes from these vile creatures and run away. It was all Jerry's fault anyway. If he hadn't told her especially to be particularly gracious with these people, she would have gone home right after dinner. The only reason she came here, she told herself, was to please Jerry, to make sure he didn't lose the best client he'd had in years. Oh, Jerry, why can't you understand?!
But she realized that she couldn't expect her wonderful husband to understand, not completely anyway. He didn't know about her horrible compulsion, her hopeless addiction to exposing herself. He couldn't possibly comprehend the nervous trembling and feverish headache that would come over her, and remain until she relieved them the only way she knew how. And he certainly wouldn't understand the deep guilty shame that engulfed her after each time she succumbed to the depraved urges, the shame that prompted her to agree to anything-absolutely anything-that could atone for her wickedly sinful behavior.
What she was getting tonight was what she deserved, she scolded herself harshly. She deserved it because today she had given in to her perversion instead of giving her full efforts to the entertaining she had promised to do for her husband. If she hadn't been so awful to those boys today, she would have been able to hold her head up in front of Danny Cochran this afternoon, and she definitely would have been able to refuse this obscene dice game now. With a renewed determination, the tormented young wife pursed her lips and nodded to the thin shooter to continue.
She tried to affect disinterest with his continuing rolls, trying to convince herself to accept the worst. After all, it was only her flimsy white panties now, and then there was nothing more they could remove-unless they counted hairpins as clothing, she thought wryly. She would just have to stand it for a few more minutes, and then it would all be over.
"Six!" Arty called out.
"Snake eyes!" Danny read.
Snake eyes! Does that mean it's over? When Arty rolled two ones, he lost the round ... she didn't dare remind them, in case they were going to let it pass.
"You're lucky we didn't get that on the first roll, my dear," Dodge said turning to her. "We would've lost if you had...."
JoAnn didn't reply. She just watched and listened mutely.
"Five!"
"Nine!"
"Three!"
And then there was a pause ... a long heavy silence. JoAnn felt all eyes turn in her direction, glittering lecherously....
"Seven," Dodge reported darkly. "We lost."
With firm and final resolve, JoAnn stood slowly up off the leather cushion. She waited for several seconds, giving them all time to .anticipate the enormity of what she was about to do. This was the ultimate humiliation, the final depravity to which she was being forced to stoop. She moved her fingers slowly and deliberately down the sensual curves of her waist and belly. She hesitated tantalizingly at the thin elastic waistband of her panties.
Then with a sudden movement, she grasped both sides of the elastic firmly with both hands, stretching it slightly away from her body. She rolled it slowly down over the white flatness of her belly, slowly down until just the faintest wisps of her curling blonde pubic hair appeared over the top of the silky material.
She turned around, and the men could see just the slightest shadow of the crevice between her firm round buttocks, so erotically sheathed in the vanishing skin of her panties. It grew longer and deeper as the filmy fabric gradually descended, exposing more and more of the soft molded flesh of her ass-cheeks ... until finally the elastic sprang over the sensuously curving mounds with a barely audible snap, and fell suddenly to the floor.
JoAnn turned around frontward again, crossing her legs delicately so that only the tiniest golden triangle of her pubic vee was visible. She slipped her feet out of the fallen panties and leaned over to pick them up. With an exaggerated gesture, she swooped them off the floor and tossed them elegantly toward the hypnotized singer. Danny reached out mechanically and caught the tiny film of material as it floated down toward his lap....
"Well," JoAnn said boldly, still standing with her leg demurely crossed in front of her. "You won ... So is that all?"
Danny looked as if he was about to agree with her, but Arty jumped up from his cushion.
"No! I bet on that one too. What do I get?"
JoAnn turned a surprised face toward the dark-haired gambler. "Well, that's all the clothes I have! I can't play anymore."
"But you still owe me something baby ... Arty insisted, with a glint in his eye. "Can't you think of another way to pay up? ... I bet the boys here would be able to think of something...."
"Whatever do you mean?!" the blonde demanded indignantly. A slow creeping suspicion was slithering into her consciousness, and she tried with all her strength to stifle it. They just couldn't be thinking of ... of that. They just couldn't....
CHAPTER SIX
While JoAnn Douglas stood paralyzed under the gazes of three lustful gamblers, her husband sat lost in thought on his motel bed fifteen hundred miles north in Portland, Oregon. He was thinking about his wife, and her dealings with the promising singer. He glanced at the electric alarm clock on the bed stand ... nearly midnight. His wife would be back from dinner by now; he decided to give her a call.
Ever since he'd talked to her on the phone earlier in the evening, he had been plagued by an undefined seed of worry, that had grown to greater proportions during the evening. He had tried going to bed at ten, and found he couldn't sleep. He'd gotten up, dressed, and gone to the bar in the motel lobby for a drink, but even that hadn't stilled the nagging uncertainty that lurked in his mind. Something had been bothering JoAnn this evening, something different from the normal fidgetiness she was so often displaying. It had something to do with the singer.
He sincerely hoped nothing was going wrong that would change Danny Cochran's mind about the contract he'd flown out to sign, but at the same time, he felt even greater concern for his vulnerable young wife. He had never actually talked to the singer fact-to-face, and he began to consider the possibility that he had mistaken the man's character and intentions. It didn't often happen, he mused, that he could be fooled by a man's voice and his own impressions, but there was always the offside chance. And he remembered that Danny had thrived on his skills at deceptions for ten years before deciding to travel the honest route to success. Could it be that he, Jerry Douglas, had actually made a mistake in negotiating a contract with the entertainer?
He suddenly wished he was through with his business in Oregon and could fly home right then. He had only one appointment tomorrow morning-he should've taken care of that this afternoon. He thought about calling the man at home right then, but midnight was too late for a business call, and there were no flights to L.A. until morning anyway. No, he might as well just call JoAnn and see what she thought about Danny.
Hurriedly, the booking agent dialed his home phone number, and waited impatiently for his wife to answer. He let it ring several times, thinking that she might be in bed already, or possibly in the shower. But after two long minutes of nerve-wracking waiting, Jerry decided she was out. Now he was really confused.
She couldn't be out at the restaurant; it closed at midnight. And she wasn't home or she would've answered the phone. That left him at the agonizing conclusion that she was somewhere with the singer, and for the first time an inkling of suspicion crept into his mind ... JoAnn, his beautiful, blonde wife was somewhere with Danny Cochran, the handsome up-and-coming singing star. The idea was unbearable.
He pounded his hand into the pillow, thinking how he had put her up to it. He had asked her to meet him at the airport, and he had made her take him out to dinner. It was almost as though he had deliberately thrown her at him. But what could he do, so far away and so late at night?
He wished now that he had been more vigilant when he had first wondered about JoAnn's nervousness. Maybe if he'd done something at first, right then, he'd have found out what the problem was and it could have been solved by now. If JoAnn was cheating on him, or if she was considering it, they could have seen a marriage counselor and straightened it all out. If he wasn't so damn busy with his work all the time! It was just as much his fault as it was hers, the way he always had to ignore her when he was tied up with business....
The bothered husband lay back on the bed, not even taking his clothes off.
* * *
In Los Angeles, Arty Fleishman approached the nakedly trembling JoAnn Douglas. He stood inches away from her fearful young body, not touching her, but devouring her with his intense stare.
"I think a little taste of your spicy young pussy would settle that debt, don't you?"
"I won't! ... You can't make me do it " she protested violently. It was bad enough that they had stripped her naked in their presence. Now it was completely unfair of them to demand the lewdest and most vile acts imaginable from her.
"The fuck I can't," the gambler cursed, his hands clamping her wrists together in a tight squeeze.
Suddenly the room fell dead with a tomb-like silence. Dodge snorted from the back of the room, and Danny Cochran leaned forward expectantly. Arty's face was contorted in a mask of animalistic lust as he led the blonde woman over to the sofa.
JoAnn fought against the strong feelings of revulsion rising inside her, but there was nothing she could do. She had agreed to the dice game, and now she had gotten in too deep. The only thing she could do was try to appease them, and then get out of there as fast as she could.
In a zombie-like trance she moved toward the couch, her naked feet clinging to the carpet on the floor. Only the sound of rapid heavy breathing punctured the tense silence filling the room. Inch by inch Arty pulled her toward him on the couch, until she could feel his hands release their grip around her wrists and curl around the soft cheeks of her buttocks. His fingers pressed deeply into the resilient flesh of her ass-cheeks as he drew her fearfully trembling body between his legs where he sat on the couch. His glazed eyes stared up at her proud uplifted breasts in naked lust, and suddenly, pulling her right onto his head, he plunged forward and buried his face between her invitingly firm thighs. A strange animalistic growl rumbled from his chest, making her jump with fright.
JoAnn struggled and squealed at the sudden assault, gripping his head, trying to force it back from the tender blonde triangle of her cuntal vee.
"It isn't fair!" she insisted again, clenching her eyes tightly shut. She was sure that the liberties they were taking with her were not what her husband meant by showing them a good time. She felt that sinking feeling she had felt this afternoon with Danny, when she had agreed to so many of his suggestions because she felt Jerry would want it that way, until she found she had gone too far, and there was no turning back. She tried to review the events of tonight, trying to find the place where she'd made her mistake, but in her frantic dilemma, she found she couldn't think straight. The ideas wouldn't come, and the only thing dominating her mind was the obscene penalty the gambler was eliciting from her to pay her debt.
Her squirming protest was ignored, and Arty's tongue flicked out and up the sensitive naked flesh of her inner thighs. She threw back her head and winced at the sudden contact with her erogenous zones of the man's wetly licking tongue.
Greedily, the gambler began to lick in tantalizing circles at the hair-lined lips of her vagina. His tongue flicked relentlessly against the trembling flesh, and traced slow tortured circles around the wetly quivering mound.
"Please, nooo...." JoAnn pleaded, her hands locked tightly into his hair as she tried to push him away. But the more she struggled, the more excited the man became. His thumbs slipped over her protruding pelvic bones and his fingers locked on her buttocks, twisting and squeezing them as his tongue tested the first warm drops of the shimmering moisture of arousal up between the lips of her hotly throbbing pussy.
Oh God, she thought in horror. I'm lost now. Against her will the tiny droplets of lust-secretion continued to dampen her palpitating pussy lips, no matter how much she fought the lewd pleasure. Horrible thoughts of submission ran wild through her mind, as her pelvis jerked up in helpless passion against the obscene man's face. His fingers dug harder into her sensually rounded buttocks as his tongue sawed deeper and deeper up into her wetly undulating cunt.
"Holy shit, look at her go!" Dodge exclaimed from behind her as he moved toward her backside to get a better view of the salacious spectacle. He wouldn't have thought she would do it before, because she seemed like such a meekly reserved young woman. But her sporting attitude in the dice game had convinced him he was wrong about her, and now his only interest was to see how far they could take her with their licentious demands.
"She's some goddamn cunt," Danny replied, remembering that afternoon. JoAnn's wildly twisting loins bucked and swayed against the relentless tongue lewdly licking at her private areas. She could feel his prickly day-old beard grinding into the trembling flesh of her inner thighs as his head burrowed feverishly up against the eager throbbing bulge of her cunt.
"You can't do this to me ... Please stop...." she moaned helplessly, beginning to yank at Arty's hair. But when she told her fingers to pull his head away, they disobeyed and pushed it harder and harder in against her savagely bucking pussy.
"God, I can't watch anymore," Dodge suddenly decided, lurching toward the squirming woman. He leaped in behind her and fell to his knees, fastening his hands around her naked curving calves. Excitedly he thrust his head between her slightly parted legs and began tracing light tickling trails up the back of her quivering white thighs with his tongue.
JoAnn jerked forward at the unexpected wet contact against the backs of her thighs and as she did so, another low animal growl broke from Arty's throat and his tongue shot up even deeper into her hotly throbbing pussy in front.
"Oh, Uuuummmmmnn," the blonde woman mewled wantonly, her whole body shivering from the unnatural sensations of forbidden lust that rippled over her spine.
Wanton sounds of loud hunger were rumbling from the tall man's chest, too, as he licked at the narrow deep crevice of her ass.
Suddenly his wet, snake-like tongue thrust out hard into the sensuous split and guided into the thin opening between her trembling ass-cheeks.
"Oh God! It's too much! Please don't!" she cried frantically. Her body seemed to desert her. She had to make them stop, she had to stop it now, before everything was lost. The ceaseless licking of her loins was sending showers of obscene sparks all through her hopelessly aroused body.
But again her pleas went unheeded and now she could feel a third pair of hands circling around her naked belly and gliding up toward her fearfully swaying breasts. All thoughts of the dice game had fled from Danny Cochran's mind now as he joined the other two eager men in their greedy assault on the madly squirming young housewife's body. His hands cupped the richly trembling mounds of her breasts and he began kneading the firm hot flesh until wanton cries of lewd arousal escaped uncontrollably from her tortured lips.
"Oooh, Mmmmnn, It feels so goood!" she cried, her head flailing from side to side. She flinched when she heard the words from her own mouth. Oh, God! What am I saying? I've got to get out of here. This has got to stop!
Danny's fingers tweaked at her small pink nipples, bringing them into rigid hardness as he heatedly stretched and rolled them. All around her fingers and tongues were licking and pricking her body, building up the wild wanton sensations, until she thought she was going to explode.
It was now or never-if she didn't get hold of herself and make a break for it she would not only be a prisoner of the three obscenely aroused men, she would also be a prisoner of her own lewdly responding body. With a great effort of will-power, she made a struggling attempt to free herself of the six groping and caressing hands that surrounded her. Arms and legs flailed out at her as she suddenly broke their grip, but she didn't even manage to turn around. Arty's strong arms quickly caught her as she tried to regain her balance, and he righted her twisting body squarely in front of him.
"Not so fast, my dear, not so fast. You're hardly through yet ... I can tell by that hot little cunt of yours, that you aren't ready to leave at all!" The confident gambler spoke in a calm, meaningful tone, looking her directly in the eye.
JoAnn felt her face burn with shame when she realized that the three gamblers knew how much she had been enjoying their stroking and licking of her traitorous body. She wanted to sink right through the floor, and reappear miraculously safe at home, sleeping peacefully in bed. But another part of her, a stronger part of her, said Stay! Stay! You know you want to ... And Jerry wants you to ... The thought of her dear innocent husband, so far away, brought a new wave of humiliation crashing over her consciousness. How could she be so irresponsible? Even if she had wanted to go home now, she would be risking the important concert deal Jerry had worked out with Danny. If she stayed, the deal would go through, and Jerry would never find out....
The singer certainly couldn't tell, and there was no other way her husband could ever discover. No, it wouldn't be wise to run out now ... There was less risk in staying.
Hesitantly, both Danny and Dodge resumed their positions around JoAnn's tensing body, but Arty shoved them away. "No, first it's my turn ... I won the bet, remember?" He narrowed his eyes at the other two men, and they sensed he meant what he said.
"Get down on your knees," Arty said to the woman. JoAnn could see the cold assurance in his eyes, and she obeyed immediately, bending slowly to the floor, her loins still hotly trembling from the feverish assault on them only moments ago. In one swift motion, Arty slid forward to the edge of the couch and pulled her head toward him. He spread his legs apart as she waited apprehensively before him.
"Okay, now suck me," he directed.
"Wh-what?" JoAnn was shocked by his lewd demand. She had never imagined anyone talking to her like that.
"You know what I mean ... Suck my cock!" She was only inches away from his crotch, and she tried to turn her eyes away from the sight she knew would be waiting there if she looked. Suddenly she saw his hands reach out and felt his fingers tangling in her flailing hair.
His huge hands cupped her head and drew it in closer to his thick bulging penis as he ground his loins up against her face so that she could feel the hardness of his already erect cock beneath the expensive material of his pants. She closed her eyes in bitter submission, determined to go through with the horrible act without protest.
"Come on, baby, take it out for me," he hissed through lewdly contorted lips, twisting her long blonde hair in his hands until she thought he would pull it out.
She reached forward hurriedly to do his bidding and fumbled with the zipper on his fly to release the giant throbbing shaft of hard flesh underneath.
"You better get a move on, sweetheart," Danny advised excitedly from behind. "Otherwise old Arty's going to cum in his pants!" Dodge joined in the singer's crude laughter at his obscene joke.
Finally, after she had fumbled for another moment, the huge fleshy instrument burst excitedly into the air through the unzipped fly. Arty grabbed her hair and wrapped it around the rapidly thickening penis, skinning it back so that the giant red-fleshed head popped out from the thick foreskin a scant few inches from her eyes, her soft blonde tresses curled thickly around it.
"Mmmm," he mumbled. "Feels more like a pussy with hair around it."
Then his hands were at her lips, forcing her mouth open. He inched his hotly pulsating cock-head forward until it rubbed lightly against her teeth. She could see down the full length of the rigidly throbbing member. God, it must be eight inches long! She hesitated a moment, apprehensive of the thought that her mouth was going to be fucked like just another cunt by this absolutely monstrous penis that surely wouldn't fit in her tiny mouth.
Suddenly, Arty's eager hands jerked her head toward the massive pole of flesh and his cock rammed forward, still covered with soft strands of her blonde hair, into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel the giant head sliding wetly up the full length of her tongue inside, the tiny droplets of pre-ejaculate seeping from it, filling the warm cavern between her cheeks with its pungent, masculine taste.
His hips on the edge of the couch began a slow undulation, the long thick cock and stray curls of her long blonde hair sliding in and out of her mouth together with a sensuous wet sucking sound guided by his large strong hands gripping tightly around her head.
The two other men crowded close to watch the puffing of her cheeks as Arty pushed his thrusting penis and more of her hair up between her tightly clasping lips. Suddenly, from behind, she could feel practiced hands touching the smooth ivory flesh of her naked back ... hands that circled around her torso and began roving up underneath the full roundness of her breasts, tweaking and twisting the small buds of her nipples into licentious excitement; then slowly running back up the sides of her naked young body over the hour glass curves of her narrow waist.
She could feel the fingers crawling over her nakedly kneeling flesh as her head rose and fell on the thick expanding cock in front of her. She could see small tufts of dark pubic hair curling out around the base where it came from the open fly. Her mind wandered in semi-conscious thought. Nothing seemed to make much difference, except to get this obscene task over with.
She began sucking to please, running her tongue wetly around and around the pulsing lubricated head, at the end, flicking the tip teasingly into the tiny slit at the end until she could feel it throbbing as though it had a life of its own and would erupt at any minute into a great gushing fountain of cum that would flow into her mouth and throat in a never-ending stream. She would never forget this lascivious moment as long as she lived-it would stay with her forever and ever, as a horrible reminder of what she had to submit to in order to help her husband and to make up for her awful perverseness with young boys.
Her tortured mind droned on senselessly, the very helplessness of her degrading position magnifying the weird pleasurable sensations rising erotically in her belly.
Her head bobbed up and down slavishly over the hotly throbbing rod of flesh now, sucking to end it, sucking to draw the thick milky semen from it until she killed him. Arty twisted and groaned above her, raining obscenities down at the top of her bobbing blonde head and watching with delight her tightly ovaled lips straining at his plunging cock, thin blonde strands of her long beautiful hair disappearing up inside with it. Behind her, Danny played at her subserviently kneeling form like a sex-crazed fiend, running his hands lustfully over the milk-white softness of her trembling flesh. As he groaned, the wetness of his lips dropped to her naked back, tracing a path of wild desire along her spine that sent salacious shivers running to the tips of her dancing breasts. His wetly heated mouth descended down to the vulnerable crevice of her buttocks, which his hands had already pulled wide apart, his fingers rummaging in the wet, hair-lined slit of her vagina that now throbbed involuntarily in time to the cock fucking in and out of her mouth.
He moistened the tip of his extended middle finger from the excited wetness of her cunt and slowly stroked it up to the narrow crevice towards her tight little anus. The tips of his fingers slippery with her vaginal secretions, circled teasingly around the puckered nether ring, guarding the entrance to the completely virginal rectum for a moment and then with a sudden thrust, sunk deep inside.
JoAnn jerked forward from the unexpected contact and Arty thrust his massively heated cock even deeper down her long throat until she felt as though it was going to choke her. She gagged a little at the choking entry, trying to regain her breath. It came in a great gasping sound as she sucked it in from the pressure of the long extended middle finger behind her worming up into her small, tightly cringing anus. Grunts of protest escaped from her lips as the singer wormed it in deeper and deeper, expanding the tightness of her widely stretching rectum until she thought she couldn't stand another fraction of an inch of it up inside.
Her concentration on her skewered anus was short-lived as she felt a sudden tightening of the hands around her head that held her mouth down on the long thick cock. Arty's pelvis began jerking wildly, ramming his hot throbbing penis deeper and deeper into her dutifully sucking mouth. She could feel his massive erection throbbing against the warmly clinging insides of her cheeks and tongue, and she knew he would soon cum in her mouth ... she would soon bear the brunt of the ultimate in humiliation.
But she wanted to get it over with. She wanted to end the degradation that would take her one step closer to her goal of freedom from the debt she supposedly owed this man.
The slavishly kneeling young wife sucked hungrily, her mouth salivating as it never had before while Danny Cochran fingered and teased at the tightened nether ring of her defenseless little rectum behind her.
Arty groaned above her flailing head and fucked deep into her throat, holding her head in the prison of his heavy hands like a steel band. His cock began a sudden jerking motion and spewed with a lewd explosive vengeance the first hot jets of his cum deep into her gulping throat. JoAnn groaned and continued her sucking, her Adam's apple bobbing in an increasingly rapid rhythm, swallowing the gushing sperm squirting hotly into her pumping mouth. She clasped her lips into a tight elastic ring around the jerking instrument, lasciviously swirling her tongue around and around the wildly erupting head, feeling the softness of her hair rotating hotly around it with her tongue. She wanted to suck it dry, to hurt him, to punish him for the bitter humiliation he was forcing on her. His deep groans of pleasure, mistaken by her for pain, incited her to greater effort. It continued for almost an eternity until finally the hands that had clamped at the sides of her head fell away, and the huge throbbing cock gave one last hot spurt of its jetting sperm and relaxed.
The finger in her unnaturally expanded rectum popped out, and Danny said, "Lick him clean and wipe it with your hair."
JoAnn followed his command quickly, anxious to end it. She began at the thick base of Arty's penis where the tiny tufts of pubic hair protruded from his fly and began slowly to lick around it, twirling the tip of her tongue into the sticky streams that had escaped the tightness of her lips. She could feel his deflating hardness under the lewd teasing and licked more rapidly to complete her degrading task before it sprang to life again. A moment later it was clear of all escaped cum, glistening and wet from her saliva. She watched, her eyes inches away, as it slowly deflated all the way and sank into softness. Then, she took a thick lock of her hair and wiped away her saliva, drying it as best she could.
"That was all right, baby," Arty breathed appreciatively, looking down at an obscene trickle of semen along her chin and the glistening wetness of her hair around her shoulders.
"Now are you going to give us a little, too?" Dodge asked candidly, fully expecting that JoAnn would be happy to comply.
"But I...." the kneeling woman started to protest. She rose to a standing position to face the obscenely suggestive man, and suddenly pr realized again that she was completely naked. Embarrassed, she closed her mouth in a thin line and tried to cover her voluptuously heaving body with her arms.
"Come on in the bedroom, sweetheart," Dodge urged, placing a hand at her elbow. "Let's see what you have for your gambling partner."
Before she knew what was happening, four powerful arms had tangled around her, shoving her gently toward the bedroom door. They kicked the door open, and JoAnn saw the luxurious velvet bed, still rumpled from their activities in the afternoon. Her face turned crimson at the horrible reminder, and she made an effort to break free of Danny's and Dodge's grip, but their arms, though gentle, were firm and unyielding. She was trapped.
In the living room, Arty slumped back into the sofa, unconsciously holding his limp, snake-like penis in his left hand, his mouth gaping open in lewd satiation. His sleek German shepherd stirred awake in the corner, and came to lay his head on his master's lap. They seemed totally oblivious to the commotion in the other room.
JoAnn had decided that she had had enough. All conceivable "debts" that she owed the three gamblers had been repaid in full, and now she had every right to leave. All thoughts of acquiescence on account of Jerry's contract had disappeared from her distraught consciousness. Her one and only preoccupation was to get out of there, and get out of there fast. She struggled valiantly against the steel muscles that contained her. She even tried to kick and hit her way out, but her every thrust was promptly checked by a lightning-quick hand or foot. After only a few seconds she realized the hopelessness of her situation, and decided that the best thing to do was just calm down. They couldn't possibly do her any actual harm ... They were bound by the agreement with Jerry just as much as she was.
"That's better, now, sweetheart," Dodge complimented her when she quieted down. "Just lie down here on the nice soft bed...." He urged her limply exhausted body face down on the thick pile of the bedspread. Then he hurriedly removed the tailored black pants of his dinner suit and folded them hastily on the chair. He climbed up on the bed, and JoAnn could feel the mattress sink deeply under the weight of his knees as he placed them on either side of her thighs.
"Jesus, what a nice little asshole," he crooned behind her. "I'm sure going to like feeling it all around my cock!"
Through her haze, she felt his powerful hand squeezing around her wantonly uplifted buttocks and drawing the firm ass-cheeks apart. She tried to hold them tensed together but the pressure of his thumbs inserted in her moist crevice was too strong. She felt her twin rounded buttocks being stretched away from each other until she could feel the cool air rushing into the hot interior between her almost kneeling legs.
"It's a little tight, JoAnn," Dodge reported matter-of-factly. He still didn't believe that the resistance she put up was real. He'd known too many women in his life not to know when they were sincere or not. This one, he judged to be a hot little bitch, and she only put up the coy front to be provocative. "Can you stretch your legs out more?"
She tried to obey, but her legs only hit against his knees which straddled her on both sides. He lifted them away and back to allow the nude blonde to help him stretch her out. Then she felt the tip of his finger probing at the entrance of her helpless rectum and she tried to ease the muscles to let it open without his careless prodding. He probed for a moment on the outer edges of the small elastic circle and then shoved forward with a grin, sinking his extended middle finger with a slight pop up to the first knuckle. JoAnn jumped from the anticipated pain, but it was not as keen as she thought it would be. The tender orifice was still stretched a bit from the earlier fingering while she had sucked Arty Fleishman dry. She relaxed purposely until she felt the extra pressure of another finger inching in alongside the first. This time she jerked forward involuntarily to escape its forceful entry, her obscenely displayed body moving a few inches up the bed. A groan escaped her lips, as she tried to turn her head toward the tall man above her.
"Please don't, Dodge ... Not that, please...." she begged, fearful that he would actually try to fuck her in the ass. It was something that had never happened before, and tears of humiliation and shame welled up in her eyes as the realization dawned on her that the big man had not just been talking big. He really meant to do it, make love to her back there-the way he had licked her in the other room. He wasn't going to be satisfied by thrusting his tongue around inside her moist forbidden passage, now he was going to plant his long lewd cock fully up her virginal rectum in this completely unnatural act that she had never believed existed....
But then her horrified ears picked up the zip of another trouser-fly opening, and she knew that Danny Cochran was also taking off his clothes!
The singer had stripped himself naked; he was not about to sit around watching Dodge get a piece of ass when JoAnn was basically his woman. He had brought her here, after all, and he had a right to get in on the action, too. He was going to make his agent's red-hot wife suck him off while his friend plunged his thickly throbbing cock into her tight little asshole. There was nothing he wanted more than to see her getting it from both ends, squirming and writhing against the red velvet background of the bedspread.
The helpless girl could feel the bed sag as the muscular singer mounted it in front of her. His tan naked body slid down beneath her face as she supported herself on hands and knees on the mattress. This was the limit of humiliation-she was going to be skewered from both ends at once. She would never again be able to face the world after this horrible debasing subjugation, and she cringed her upraised buttocks away from the fingers that were relentlessly probing her anus. But it was useless.
As suddenly as Dodge had shoved the sodomizing fingers into her, he now withdrew them with a lewd little hissing sound. They seemed to slide out reluctantly, the tight elastic ring of her anus snugly clinging to them like a pair of hungrily pursed lips. He forced her legs wider apart and planted his knees in between them. Then he dropped his head to her shivering buttocks, breathing warmly onto her naked milk-white skin. Grinning lewdly, he began licking wetly at the deep, narrow crevice between them, moistening the tiny hole in preparation for the greater entry yet to come.
"Bring your ass up higher," Dodge's voice suddenly commanded eagerly. She hesitated for a moment and then felt his hands on her hips, pulling them upward into a higher kneeling position. When he had placed them at the right angle, he reached under her body to caress her erotically swaying breasts as they rocked in an open invitation to the unnatural sodomy he was about to commit. He tweaked her dangling nipples into stiff erection and sighed in satisfaction as he watched the involuntary throbbing of her apprehensive little anus.
"Shit, baby, your asshole is begging for me ... You must really want this bad," he commented in wonder.
He pressed his knees outward against her wide-spread legs, the hairs on his legs brushing against the inside of her shaking thighs. She was held wide and open completely at his mercy as she bit down on her lower lip to stop the fearful trembling that had begun there.
While her buttocks were being levered up high off the bed, her head was being forced down in between the entertainer's lewdly spread legs. JoAnn closed her eyes at the sight of the huge throbbing penis pointing up at her, but it was no use. In a second Danny had grabbed the locks of her thick golden hair and was pressing his rock-hard cock against her wetly parted lips.
From behind, Dodge had grasped firmly at her quaking hips, holding them steady in the air as he guided his long pulsing penis into the moistly naked split between her buttocks. He squeezed the soft resilient flesh apart to open the crevice wider to his anxiously burgeoning cock-head.
JoAnn gasped from the first searing contact of his pressuring organ against her cringing anus, it was huge ... even bigger than the one she had been so humiliatingly forced to suck to lewd climax in the living room. She hadn't expected it, and she couldn't possibly take something so abnormally large inside her tiny virginal rectum without splitting her loins half apart. She jerked forward again, attempting to move up the bed and away from Dodge's bursting cock, but as she did, the hard rubbery head of Danny's cock forced its way up between her full, trembling lips.
And then the singer wasted no time as he jerked her head forward so she could barely support herself on her hands. As she lost her balance, she fell forward and the thick rod of male flesh eagerly rushed through her lips into the warm wetness of her mouth. She could feel the heatedly pulsating cock-head sliding the entire length of her tongue, momentarily taking r her concentration off the huge stiffening penis pressing into her from behind.
It was at that moment of inattention that Dodge took the opportunity to shove his powerful hips forward, guiding his massive penis directly toward the defensively puckering little hole between her ass-cheeks. He thrilled as he felt the warm satiny texture of her buttocks pressing against the sides of his lust-hardened cock, and his thrill intensified as his sensitive cock-head nudged forcefully against her cringing anus.
JoAnn felt the pressure against her nether ring increasing and she started at the sudden reminder of the tall man crouched behind her. And then she gasped as she felt the thick knob on the end of his hotly throbbing penis pop through the small anal opening.
"Oh! My ... Aaaauuuggghhh!" she cried in fear and protest. But her moan was muffled by the thick pulsing cock lodged just inside her mouth. Oh, God! Is this what it was? She had never expected in all her life that she would be forced to take so large an intrusion into her poor straining backside. It felt like an ax handle forcing up inside her ... Why had she allowed herself to be used by these men? Why hadn't she been more alert, like Jerry, and realized what their intentions were? It didn't seem fair that she would have to pay in such a degrading and humiliating way to help her husband and for her obsession with young boys ... and she was still convinced she was atoning for her sins ... But perhaps, this was what her compulsion did to the young boys-shocked them and frightened them with sexual perversions they had never before dreamed of ... Perhaps after this, the strange temptations would leave her, forever, and she would be able to face her husband with confidence and without shame....
"God, Dodge! It's soooo big!" she cried suddenly, forgetting the rationalization that had been going on in her head. A fine mist of perspiration had broken out on the tall man's forehead and he shook his head in bewilderment.
"You know ... That's such a tight little asshole," he said amazed, "it feels like she's biting off my cock-head and chewing it up!"
"Will you two knock if off and start fucking!" Danny chimed in crudely. His cock seemed to be bursting apart as it lay almost still in JoAnn's mouth. He pumped forward to remind her of her task, shoving his wildly pulsating organ in and out of the kneeling woman's widely-ovaled mouth.
Dodge began fucking methodically with a series of small thrusts up into her vainly cringing little anus, each stroke going slightly deeper than the one before into the warm, buttery depths of the frightened blonde's rectum.
JoAnn was still stunned by the unfamiliarity of the large instrument inching up inside her. She tried to relax her rectal muscles to allow the huge cock to slide in without such stretching, but no matter how much she seemed to unflex her rubbery walls, the massive organ seemed to swell immediately to take up the difference. Then she tried squeezing down with her anus to bring the lust-inflamed cock back to size, but the effect was only to elicit a wild groan of lewd pleasure from Dodge.
"You've really got it baby! Just squeeze your hot little asshole tight around my cock and then relax ... It's the best way to get it in."
A moment later, in shocked disbelief, JoAnn realized that the big man's monstrous penis had actually gone all the way up into her rectum for she felt his sperm-bloated balls slap obscenely against the backs of her thighs. She could feel his hotly throbbing flesh jerking like something alive up inside her belly, and the knowledge that she was fully impaled on his barbarous instrument brought a new flood of tears to her eyes ... not tears of pain, but of undying shame. And as she knelt there, like some animal being used for breeding, she imagined exactly what she looked like-one man's cock fucking her mouth, another stranger's lust-burgeoning hardness fucking all the way up inside her virginal rectum. Never, she thought, had any woman been fucked like this! She was completely at the mercy of Danny Cochran and his friends, and it was obvious that "mercy" meant nothing to them. They would use her body as they wished and there was nothing she could do about it. With this bitter knowledge, the subserviently kneeling young wife felt the first undeniable twinges of a masochistic enjoyment in her tortured rectum ... and she realized that unwanted pleasure was beginning to wash over her ravished loins in wave after wave of sensual delight.
Gloating above her head, Danny began to undulate his pelvis, sliding the thickly throbbing cock in and out of her ovaled young mouth, never quite withdrawing all the way, but leaving the hotly swollen head half an inch inside the warm wet cavern of her mouth. JoAnn closed her eyes tightly to block out the passion arousing sight of the pubic hairs growing at the thick base of his cock which rammed mercilessly into her now desire-contorted face. Moisture filled her mouth, puffing her cheeks wide as it shoved forward to bury itself deep in her throat, keeping pace with the cock fucking ceaselessly into her widespread buttocks behind.
The singer looked up with lewd delight at the sweat-glistening body of the helplessly trapped girl skewered between his driving penis and the long thick cock ramming into her from behind. He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those of Dodge in back of her, holding her twisting blonde head tighter as she coughed and sputtered below. As the lust bloated tip rhythmically brushed her tonsils on the instroke, he watched her tender lips clasping tighter and tighter around the thrusting shaft as her mouth became accustomed to the size of its fleshy intrusion.
JoAnn felt the rising tide of lascivious enjoyment beginning to spread outward from her belly. The very helplessness of her position and the debasing ravishment of her naked young body brought a delicious fire dancing salaciously through her tattered nerves. She licked and sucked like a hungry child on the iron-hard rod embedded in her wetly clasping mouth, and the warm moist cavern overflowed with the mixture of his excited pre-ejaculate fluid and her own saliva. She sucked for it to end as she felt her own lewdly tremulous insides erupting in great white flashes of fire dancing through hotly aroused nerve-endings.
Dodge, mounted behind her like some kind of wild animal, could feel the rising excitement welling helplessly inside her trapped young body, and with his hands tightly gripped on the soft white flesh of her quivering hips, he thrust his eagerly bulging cock deep into her rectum, skewering up into the voluptuous blonde housewife like a helplessly impaled insect on a pin.
"God! ... Ooooh, God!" she grunted as he moved it around deep in her tightly straining anus, expanding the tender orifice ever further.
How could they do this to her? Fucking her like a common whore they had bought for the night. Yet, the strange masochistic pleasure rippled lasciviously through her nakedly kneeling body again. She wanted to be destroyed by it! She wanted to be fucked and fucked until she could never walk again. The lewd subjugation which they were subjecting her to was involuntarily driving her wild with lust-incited sensation.
"I want to be fucked! I want to be fucked!" she chanted through her cock-stretched lips, sweat dripping from her erotically straining face.
Dodge, muttering obscenities behind her and gasping with lustful pleasure, began to fuck rhythmically deeper into the soft tightly gripping depths of her ravished anal lips. She had never felt so soiled and debauched in her life, and her whole backside felt forever ruined as Dodge levered up higher behind her and began to lunge the full length of his hugely throbbing cock deep down into her belly with long smooth strokes. It pulled tiny ridges of her pinkly clasping flesh out with the base of his receding penis each time he withdrew for another powerful lunge inside. She was aware dimly that Dodge was chuckling to himself and pushing down hard on her frantically quivering buttocks with each lunge his ravaging cock made up into her rectum, trapping her servile kneeling body between his skewering penis behind and the hands in front which were pulling her mouth feverishly against the other lust-engorged shaft that fucked smoothly in and out of her throat ahead. She was hopelessly held in the kneeling position, painfully bent like an errant slave before its wickedly grinning master.
Her subjugated young body jerked and quivered, and her thighs, released now that her resistance was broken, periodically convulsed as an extra hard thrust seared far up into her velvety gripping rectal walls. She could hear the grunts of pleasure through the silence of the plush red room around her, and she hated herself for the ecstasy she was giving them and the joy she was feeling-though there was nothing she could do to stop it. She wanted to destroy them for the degradation and humiliation they were heaping on her, but at the same time she felt as if she wanted to give herself up to them as an offer of the appreciation she felt for the agonizing pleasure they were inadvertently giving her. God, she pleaded silently, don't let this go on! I can't be enjoying it; I just can't! But even as she tried to pray, a stronger voice from her wicked subconscious drowned the other out. I like it! I like it! I'm actually getting pleasure from this obscene end-to-end fucking! In spite of the enormous difference in size, JoAnn began flexing her anal muscles greedily around the tall man's huge cock, trying to suck it up even farther inside her newly aroused rectum.
"Hey, hold it!" Dodge groaned. "God, baby, it's so tight I can't go in any farther!" He threw his head back in ecstasy from the warmly clasping flesh enveloping his penis.
JoAnn began wildly to move backward to meet the forward thrust of his cock, undulating her naked young body wildly around and lewdly swinging her buttocks in tiny rotating circles, clasping it tightly with the slight throb of her rectum on the outstroke. Dodge watched the tiny round hole draw back with his cock and felt the sudden voluntary movements of her gradually gyrating buttocks before him.
The gigantic man groaned again and surged into her with renewed power. Finally she was responding the way he had expected her to a long time ago. There was no resistance left in this innocent young piece of ass on his cock. He would fuck it to her now as she had never had it before, and she would love it ... she was loving it now as he watched the lewd rotating movement of her upraised buttocks and the sensuously arching hollow of her back while she worked and ground back into him like a demon, her long blonde hair flailing over her face and across Danny Cochran's hairy belly as she squirmed in wanton abandon.
At the same time her hungrily clasping lips pumped and sucked mercilessly on the thickly throbbing cock fucking like a jackhammer deep up inside her throat. Danny could see her face flushing red from the intensity of her effort, her eyes wide in unseeing entrapment in the final quest for fulfillment. She bucked and churned her trapped young body against the thickly skewering cock slamming into the expanded opening of her rectum. Grunting and groaning in her own frenzied ecstasy, she could feel the end nearing for both of them.
Dodge sensed her sudden frantic need, and began to fuck rapidly into her, hard and deep, battering her quivering buttocks with his powerful pelvis. He gripped the tops of her wide-splayed thighs with his fingers, squeezing with all his strength to pull her back over his cock like slipping a warm, butter-greased sleeve up over an over-sized arm.
His eyes bulged wide at the salacious spectacle of the young wife's body excitedly bucking before him, and with a deep, ass-cheeks flattening thrust he jolted forward, his cock burrowing deep up inside her suddenly wildly milking rectum.
"Oooohh," she groaned involuntarily. Dodge flicked his cock deeper. "Oh! Mmmmmmmmmmnnnnnnn...."
With a last half-groan, JoAnn could feel in her agony the giant teasing shaft begin to grow and expand until she thought it would never stop. She felt it strain at the rubbery sphincter at the tip of her rectum. She felt every nerve in her warmly gripping rectal walls yield under the enormous pressure of the massively inflating staff. And her tiny anal ring was stretching beyond all endurance around the monstrous widening base of the rock-hard trunk where it rose from the tangle of pubic hair.
"For heaven's sake, cum ... Cum up in my asshole, Dodge!" she heard herself groan around the penis sliding wildly in and out of her mouth. She fucked back against the tall man's heavily burgeoning cock-pole with feverish energy. He gasped from behind her, incoherent words sputtering from his throat, and shoved forward with a mighty thrust that almost tore through the tightly clasping walls of her tensely waiting rectum.
And then, all at once, he felt the turgid tightening of his balls and slammed viciously into her bucking buttocks as the roiling sperm erupted out from deep down inside them and shot through his cock in a wild torrent of hotly spurting cum. The thickly gushing fluid jetted in wave after wave into the forbidden depths of her rectum. She knelt in front of him, ass still waving high in the air, and pushed tightly back against his hairy loins as he poured his passion-heated sperm deep inside her anal passage, filling her savagely fucked rectum to the bursting point with his warm slippery cum.
He jerked spasmodically against her with the overpowering thrusts of his virilely ejaculating cock, almost knocking her over on the bed. The heat of his climax was still steaming in his loins when he groaned with final release and collapsed heavily over her naked body. The young wife was shoved further forward onto the long thick cock fucking relentlessly in and out of her mouth, feeling its soft, spongy head pop hotly back through her tightly constricted tonsil ring into the eagerly gripping walls of her throat.
The conniving singer had been excited beyond all belief at the obscene sight of the beautiful woman's buttocks bucking and undulating lewdly against the thick sodomizing cock impaling her from behind, and now his hands gripped her head, and he pulled her tightly flexing gullet muscles in an even faster rhythm up and down on his lust-engorged cock.
The young wife's tongue slavered helplessly around Danny's madly jerking organ as it slithered hotly in and out of the warm moistness of her mouth. Incomprehensible mewling grunts and hums sang out from her cock-filled throat. There was nothing left for her now but the wanton abandonment of this erotically throbbing hardness fucking so sensuously halfway down into her belly. The huge bulbous shaft slithered in and out deep inside her throat, its sides gyrating against her tonsils. As her mouth pumped and sucked, her cheeks puffing furiously, the nakedness of her cum-flooded buttocks wiggled and waved back up in hopeless abandon against the other man's collapsed form piled on top of her.
Like a huge bloated balloon she could feel the fleshy throbbing pole inside her throat expanding to the point of explosion. In response, she licked and sucked-at the portion of the base still passing through her mouth into her throat furiously with her tongue until the ecstatically groaning entertainer, his hands entwined in the soft silken locks of her blonde hair, thrust his pelvis desperately forward. The huge rock-hard cock rammed deep, deep down toward her hungrily demanding belly one last time.
"Ugh! ... Aaaahhh," she choked accidentally ... and suddenly his sperm bloated balls burst like a bomb, sending hot molten waves of semen jerking through his penis. Her wildly puffing cheeks expanded and contracted as stream after white-hot stream of his torridly shooting cum poured into the depths of her greedily gulping throat muscles.
Danny's hips rocked in spasmodic ecstasy as her tightly ovaled lips slid hungrily up and down on his ejaculating cock in a furious cunt-like sucking rhythm. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the gushing sperm shoot thickly over her tonsils and spill hotly down her feverishly swallowing throat. She clasped her lips in a tighter elastic ring around the madly jerking pole, swirling her tongue around and around the wildly squirting base.
The singer closed his eyes in sheer release and felt his ecstatically jetting cum flood the blonde wife's cheeks and slither in hotly rushing streams down through the walls of her desperately working throat. His entire body was sweating from the efforts that had taken over his body, and with a final voluntary flexing of his penis, he squeezed the last drop of cum from his emptied balls into the hungrily milking throat of his agent's wife. He leaned back against the headboard of the red velvet bed and had to force her still feverishly pumping mouth away from his now uselessly deflating cock.
At the same time, Dodge slid off her back and plumped into the thick mattress beside her. His chest heaved rhythmically as he sucked in huge gasps of air. The singer pulled his legs out from underneath her, and relaxed sideways across the pillows.
"You were beautiful, baby," Dodge said appreciatively, opening one eye to the woman who had so surprised him tonight. He was still blissfully unaware of the torment he and his friends had caused in her confused young mind. JoAnn looked startled by his gratitude, but she couldn't say anything. The realization that the two men had been fulfilled enough to thank her brought a burning blush of shame back to her cheeks, and she began a fierce mental reprimand of her disobedient body. She turned away from the tall man's face so he wouldn't see her humiliation, and he promptly closed his open eyes and drifted into contented sleep.
Twisting around on the bed, JoAnn could see the entertainer's face relax against the pillow, and she wondered hopefully if he was falling asleep too. The two men looked so different in their innocent relaxed positions, that for a minute, JoAnn thought she had dreamed the whole debauched assault. She felt a peaceful wave of completion settle over her, and it was with renewed confidence and energy that she rose from the bed and went into the living room.
The first thing she was going to do was retrieve her clothes. Then she was going to go down into the hotel lobby and put through a long distance call to her husband. It would be better to talk to him now, before he got home, so he would know what to expect in the morning. It was then that she looked at the wall clock with a shuddering start.
"One in the morning!" she cried out, horrified. "God, what had happened to the time?"
CHAPTER SEVEN
Her startled exclamation shook the dozing Arty Fleishman into consciousness and Chieftain, the German shepherd, raised his head with a growl.
"What're you doing?" the gambler demanded sleepily. "Is the game over so soon?" He stumbled up from the couch and went over to fix himself a drink. His penetrating gaze in JoAnn's direction made her stop her hurried dressing, and she stood paralyzed with only her panties on and her bra dangling limply from her fingers.
"I ... The others are asleep in there." JoAnn managed to say, pointing with her brassiere towards the bedroom door.
"Yeah, well, I'm not asleep," the heavy-set man said raising his glass and downing the shot of whiskey in one gulp. He poured himself another and shook off the drowsiness with a violent twist of his neck. "Where do you think you're going, anyway?"
"Home," the blonde said boldly, feeling sure that nothing more could happen to her tonight. Surely the lewd orgy was over now, with half the participants sleeping peacefully in their exhaustion. "It's late," she added simply, with a shrug of her shoulders.
"But not too late," the con man said meaningfully, shoving a drink into her hand. He sat down on the couch again and regarded her speculatively. "I don't think you want to leave so soon...."
JoAnn felt a surge of apprehension leap into her consciousness, and the temporary peace she had felt began quickly to vanish. She suddenly felt tired, extremely exhausted, and her only thought was to cooperate fully and hastily with whatever the gambler had in mind, so she could get away from this humiliating place and go home.
"Okay, what do you want me to stay for?" she forced herself to ask, with as much composure as she could muster. She dropped the brassiere acquiescently on the floor to let him know she was ready to do his bidding.
"Aaaaah, that's better," Arty said, settling back into the cushions. "We'll be able to think of something to do with the nice lady, won't we, Chieftain?" he addressed the dog, scratching behind his neck lovingly.
And then he leaned forward suddenly, a menacing grin twisted across his face.
* * *
Fifteen hundred miles north in Portland, Jerry Douglas had finally managed to fall into a troubled sleep. He lay on top of the motel bed fully dressed and snoring slightly into the pillow. His dreams were unsettling images of horrible things happening to his wife intermixed with terrible visions of bowing to the syndicate. He tossed and turned fitfully, unconsciously trying to chase the dream-visions from his tortured imagination.
With a start, he suddenly jerked awake, imagining that he had seen JoAnn sucking Danny Cochran's blood-engorged cock between her full, red lips. Christ, she had never done that to him before! It was completely inconsistent with anything he had ever know about his nervous young wife. Why had he ever forced her to go out with that singer? Why couldn't he have let her alone, and done his business himself, without involving her in any uncertain dealings?
He wanted to call her-he wanted desperately to find out if everything was all right, if she was safe and the entertainer was the gentleman Jerry had previously supposed he would be. But his shaking fingers refused to dial the number, partly through the irrational fear that she wouldn't be home and then he would worry some more, and partly because if she was home, he didn't want her to know' he had been suspicious. Then the idea forced its way into his foggy head to call the hotel where the singer was staying, and find out from him how the evening had gone. He found the number in his pocket directory, and dialed hurriedly, hoping against hope that the promising entertainer would be in.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the hotel switchboard is closed. Incoming calls will be accepted at 7 A.M. tomorrow. Please place your call at that time."
Damn! There seemed to be no way to get through to Los Angeles. The worried booking agent mulled over the idea of calling his neighbors, or his assistants, or the police ... but suddenly he shuddered as he realized he was acting like a jealous husband instead of the confident assured man he really was. Probably JoAnn had just taken Danny dancing, or out to a club ... he was probably agonizing over nothing. If only she wasn't so damn fidgety all the time, maybe the nervousness wouldn't have rubbed off on him.
Apologizing mutely to his tormented young wife, he vowed that the first thing he was going to do when he got home was discuss the problem with her. He would find out what had been bothering her for so long, and he would do everything in his power to help her get over it. His poor, well-meaning wife wouldn't deliberately cheat on him or do anything purposely to hurt him-he knew that-and if anything was going on, he knew that the two of them together would be able to straighten it out. God Damn! Why hadn't he paid more attention to it before now?
* * *
JoAnn Douglas trembled at the expression on Arty Fleishman's face. What was he going to do to her now? Instinctively she cringed back away from him, but he had stood up from the couch and he was coming toward her.
Her impulse, despite her resolution to get it over with with as little struggle as possible, was to scream, but Arty saw the tightening of her vocal chords and clamped his hand over her mouth. When he felt her facial muscles relax he released her jaw, and guided her slowly toward the elegant leather-topped table that they had shoved to the side of the room. He sat her down gently on the edge of the table, standing back a few feet to look intently at her heaving breasts and quivering thighs.
He proceeded to remove his immaculate suit jacket and then slowly took off the silk shirt underneath. With a menacing grin he unzipped his pants and threw them on the sofa, keeping his eyes trained unwaveringly on the trembling young wife sitting up on the table. When he had completely stripped down to his hairy tan nakedness, he approached the blonde woman with deliberate slowness.
He gripped the hotly quivering flesh of her thighs and spread them wide apart, kneeling down in between her legs. At the same time the gambler's dog sensed his master's excitement and pranced frantically around the table, nuzzling her legs with his cold nose, his tail brushing like a furry whip against her calves.
She leaned backward on the table and tried to squirm away, but Arty's huge hands spread her warm full thighs even farther apart while her arms strained to raise her body off the table. But all she could do was lever herself forward ... just enough to look down hopelessly while Arty's head burrowed into the warm, cum-moistened silk of her panties.
Her legs kicked out involuntarily, but Arty's grasp was too powerful. His thumbs pressed into the softly yielding flesh of her inner thighs, and his rough fingers locked her legs against the table. In a sudden desperate effort to make an escape, she wrapped her thighs around his head, and struggled to the edge of the table to try to jump down over him.
"Oh, no, you don't," the quickly-reacting gambler growled, slipping his fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her white panties and yanking them hard off her long extended legs.
JoAnn stifled the urge to cry out, and closed her eyes to block out the unwanted assault on her so recently fucked young pussy. But it was hopeless. The coarse fingers were stroking against her soft blonde pubie hair and sending ripples of lust through her helplessly responding body.
And suddenly she felt his tongue at the wetly palpitating lips of her naked young pussy. Her entire body froze.
"Oh, please ... Noooo," she begged.
Tantalizingly, he flicked his tongue at the warm little sluice and quickly withdrew it. She jerked, a soul-searing moan involuntarily escaping from her lips.
"God, don't start me again...." she whimpered, her blonde hair flailing from side to side as her arms strained to support her body in a sitting position. Once again she tried to lock her resilient full thighs around his head, but her muscles twitched treacherously in response to his lewd sucking.
Muttering a loud lustful groan he speared his tongue deep up in between her wetly palpitating cuntal lips. His hand curled around in back to her squirming buttocks, teasing hotly at the warmly rounded flesh.
"Ohhh, pleeeease!" she cried.
But the relentless tongue-spearing of her cunt would not cease. Grinding her loins up towards his face he thrust his tongue deep up inside her moistly throbbing pussy.
Lewdly, he licked the tiny pink nipple of her clitoris on the outstroke and rifled deep inside her vagina on the instroke. As she struggled and squirmed against his lewd onslaught she could feel his moustache gritting against the softly trembling flesh of her out-thrust thighs, she could hear the hot, wet sucking noises of his carnal feast up between her legs.
Uncontrollable groans of wicked passions wailed from her throat as her body-still hopelessly aroused from being fucked from both ends in the other room-began to desert her. She lay back against the table locking her long tapered legs even harder around his bobbing head, her eyes clenched tightly shut. And as his tongue thrust and retreated from her wide splayed vagina in lewdly salacious rhythm she reached down and tweaked the stiffening buds of her own nipples. She ecstatically felt thrill after thrill of wanton enjoyment pour over her. Her traitorous hands then curled into Arty's thick black hair, forcing his head tight up against her insanely bucking pussy, driving her wild with lewd animal excitement. All thought of leaving had deserted her as the uncouth gambler's tongue licked and sucked against the pinkly parted lips of her vagina.
Well, he knew he had her now ... the way she was squirming and writhing beneath him she was all his. Suddenly without warning, he withdrew his head from between her trembling legs and stood up, towering over her lewdly spread-eagled form.
"Ooooo God! My pussy! Fuck it ... please fuck it...." she chanted deliriously, as though lost in an obscene dream. Her head lolling like a rag doll from side to side.
Arty grinned down at her triumphantly, revelling in the wanton abandon of her uncontrollably writhing form on the table. Goddamn, he was going to shoot his hot cum out all over those white little tits of hers. His massive cock extended from beneath his stomach like a huge quivering pole, and he began to heatedly stroke it with a slow rhythm.
"Oh, God, fuck it! Fuck it, you bastard," she pleaded, spreading her nakedly grinding cunt lips with her fingers, her thighs and legs splayed wide in open invitation. All thought of dignity had fled from her now. All she wanted was this obscene man's cock tightly sheathed in her now painfully hungering cunt as he thrust forward into her lust-inflamed pussy.
Arty moved menacingly toward her and mounted the table, straddling her young curvaceous body with his legs and pointing the bulbous throbbing head of his cock directly at her upper belly.
"No! Fuck me! ... Not there, in my cunt-hole! Fuck my cunt-hole ... please!" she screamed desperately.
But the gambler's body edged up along her helplessly supine body until his thick throbbing pole was poised right in between the lush curving mounds of her breasts.
She could feel his naked buttocks obscenely grinding against her stomach as he cupped her trembling breasts in his greedy hands and wrapped them like a soft warm glove around the pulsing thickness of his cock.
"Oh, don't do it there ... fuck me in my pussy-hole! Fuck my cunt!" she screamed feverishly.
By now the big German shepherd who had been prancing nervously around the table was excited by the savage cries of lust that filled the room, and he began a wet licking at her smoothly kicking legs.
JoAnn was barely conscious of it at first as her involuntarily aroused body responded to the lust-crazed assault of her breasts, for now Arty's cock began sliding in between her soft fleshy mounds in long even strokes, his fingers rolling and tweaking her rigidly erect nipples.
In sudden surprise, her young body twitched as something hot and wet that she could not see began to lick against her wetly throbbing pussy lips below. With a shudder of apprehension she realized it was the dog who had been attracted by the passion-filled commotion. She tried to shoo him away by kicking out with her naked heels, but he merely snarled and unrelentingly advanced on her again.
"Oh, God, nooooo!" she groaned at this depraved double ravishment. The dog's cold wet nose nuzzling against the small sensitive nub of her clitoris sent electric shocks through her spine and her body jerked spasmodically to escape from it. God, I'm being licked in my cunt by a ... a dog!
Simultaneously, Arty's huge hot cock fucking between her breasts throbbed and pulsated as though it were going to explode. Working her into a mad frenzy of passion, Arty's fingers nipped and teased at her lust-stiffened nipples, grinning at her helplessly aroused body that was squirming in lewd abandon beneath him.
From below, JoAnn could feel the German shepherd's huge furry body jumping up excitedly in between her splayed-out legs, his huge paws clawing into the leather of the table as he struggled to balance himself. The long tapered head of his scarlet penis had burst from its fur-covered sheath, and as he struggled to support himself on the table it jerked closer and closer to the light blonde wisps of soft hair covering her vaginal mound.
"Oh my God!" she shrieked in stunned frenzy as the animal's hugely throbbing cock suddenly made obscene contact with the open lips of her hotly palpitating pussy....
Both Arty and his dog were startled by her piercing cry, and for a long paralyzed second all movement was stopped. The animal relaxed fast, and locked himself tightly around the blonde wife's heaving belly and began to burrow his animal penis into the heated crevice of her cunt. His front paws scratching the surface of the expensive table, he flicked his haunches powerfully forward, bring groans of unexpected abandonment from the throat of the helpless young woman. He maintained his forward thrust until his long canine penis had slid all the way up inside her cunt. Then his tail began wagging and trembling as he let out a low fierce growl as though he had found a bitch in heat. In a lewd echo, JoAnn moaned in depraved satisfaction. She tensed as the dog's tongue snaked up the undulating curves of her obscenely aroused body and began licking her flat white belly.
Suddenly, as the beast squirmed up tighter in between her splayed out thighs, she locked her feet around him, smothering him against her impassioned loins, his long slippery penis fucking swiftly into the silken crevice of her throbbing young cunt.
"Oooooh, Yesss," she gasped deliriously, as though the dog could understand her approval. He began a steady fucking rhythm in and out of her hotly clasping vaginal flesh. The frantic jerking of the animal's cock was paced by the long, smooth strokes of Arty's human cock gliding rhythmically between her close cupped breasts.
Down below, the dog had found his lust-inciting mark. His thick red penis slammed and slithered inside her wetly quivering pussy until JoAnn could feel the soft furry base of it pulling and jerking around her hungrily rotating buttocks. God, she was enjoying it! The guilty thought whirled through her horrified mind. She was enjoying being cunt-fucked by a dog as a human male thrust his hotly throbbing cock in between her naked breasts and tit-fucked her!
Any second now the bursting love-juices inside her steaming cunt were going to spew out crazily and mingle with the thick animal cum of the huge beast jerking and throbbing between her legs ... and any second the lustfully burgeoning cock between her breasts was going to erupt and rocket its sperm all over the clasping furrow of her breasts and throat and chin. Her body squirmed and bucked wildly as helpless squeals of ravaged ecstasy bubbled from her mouth.
"Don't stop ... don't stop ... fuck my pussy ... fuck my tits...." she chanted crazily, urging the man and animal both on towards their inexorably rising orgasms.
"I'm going to tit-fuck you, sweetheart, like you've never been tit-fucked. I'm going to cum all over your pretty face." Arty grunted down at her, his face raw and contorted with twisted lust. His pelvis flicked forward in rhythm with the wildly screwing dog plunging and pistoning between her legs, and now the first drops of thick white cum appeared in the tiny opening at the end of the redly swelling head of his plunging cock as it slid between the mounds of her soft warm breasts.
JoAnn's aroused young body twisted and bucked in response to the obscene double ravishment and to the lewd threat to her self-respect. Then suddenly with a tremendous groan from deep in his chest, Arty's penis exploded!
The raging hot cum burst from the wildly jerking head of his cock like a torrential flood of white hot lava. His buttocks, straddled on top of her naked belly, jerked and twitched furiously as the pulsating head of his cock gunned like a rocket blasting off. The cum geysered up over her twisting neck in thick white rivers as wanton gasps and groans rumbled in her breast.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh!" she cried. "Oh, my God! My pussy's cumming! My pussy's cuuuuummmmmiiiinnnggg! "
Her wild, animal-like groans of pleasure drove the mammoth German shepherd into a lust-crazed frenzy and his huge penis throbbed and jerked deep up inside her hotly milking pussy as her long shapely legs squeezed savagely against his furry back. Her heels ground maniacally into the lusting dog's rear, forcing his bestial penis even deeper into her convulsing cunt. She could feel his gigantic canine cock-head ready to blow up inside her as his jowls spat flecks of eager saliva onto the trembling white flesh of her belly.
Her vaginal walls pumped insanely against his burgeoning animal penis coating and surrounding it with the hot liquid of her orgasmic juices as they flowed freely in and around her ecstatically pulsating cunt. She pressed the animal tightly into her clamping loins until he growled for breath between her iron-gripping thighs.
Suddenly his hairy pelvis jerked forward, and her legs kicked outward in spasmodic ecstasy. Her naked young body shivered and a low guttural drone of delight spewed from her throat as the animal's churning hot sperm gushed frantically up inside her wildly rejoicing cunt.
Huge convulsing waves of cum spurted deep up inside her belly while her pussy walls savagely clasped and unclasped around the long exploding dog cock fucking into her. JoAnn's head flailed from side to side automatically, like some kind of machine. She had been subjugated to the ultimate, and she was enjoying every minute of it! Her cum-filled and drenched body twitched and pulsated as Arty groaned and rolled off her, falling wearily across the table.
The dog, who had finally relieved the aching pressure in his loins, was panting heavily, and his thick tongue began licking and nibbling at the swollen cum-drenched lips of her vagina ... licking away the lewd mixture of his canine cum and her human cum. His instinctual, natural gesture of appreciation struck a chord in JoAnn's exhausted memory, but she was too drained of all strength to try to figure out what it was.
Her only thought was to fight off the sleep that threatened to overtake her, and she had to force herself to sit up and slide off the table. Hurriedly she collected her clothes from around the room, and threw them on carelessly with as little effort as possible. She felt no fear of the beast's huge brown eyes as they observed her every move, making sure that no harm would come to his dozing master. Chieftain knew with his animal sense that the woman posed no physical threat, and accordingly, he posed no threat to her. He waited until she had quietly tip-toed out the door and then he curled up peacefully under the leather-topped table.
JoAnn walked mechanically through the deserted lobby of the big hotel, and swiftly got into the Porsche. The loud noise of the igniting engine startled her, and she left the windows open to keep her awake until she got home. The house was dark and lonely, but she ran the water for a hot bath to settle her nerves and cleanse her body of the warmly drying liquid of human and animal cum clinging to her naked flesh.
It was while she was lying restfully in the bath tub that the chord was struck in her brain again, and this time she realized what it was. It was the innocent display of appreciation that had haunted her memory for all these years. It was the purity that she had never known as a child, in the frightening clutches of her perverted step-father. All her life she had been searching, in twisted and incomprehensible ways, to satisfy her quest for appreciation, unconditional appreciation with no strings attached ... the kind of appreciation that could come from an unspoiled boy or an unthinking beast.
The thought was still with her when she tumbled into bed and fell immediately into a peaceful deep sleep.
* * *
When Jerry Douglas arrived at the Los Angeles Airport the next morning, he decided to take a taxi home. His meeting had gone well in Portland, and his fearful tension about his wife had been eased by his decision to talk it out with her, spend some time helping her with whatever emotional problems she had ... and spend some time away from work just having fun with her. He felt he owed it to her for her uncomplaining patience with him for all these years.
He saw all the curtains drawn in his house when the taxi drove him to the driveway, and he knew instantly that JoAnn must still be asleep. The thought thrilled him in an unexplainable caring way, and he was glad he would be there when she woke up.
He tip-toes into the hall and set down his suitcase, then he took off his shoes and padded lightly through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom. The bedroom door was slightly ajar, and he peered around it noiselessly until he could see his calmly sleeping wife. Her blonde hair was splayed around her head like a golden halo, and the bed covers were slipping down to reveal one huge sleeping breast, rising almost imperceptibly with her undisturbed breathing. Her beautiful slender hand lay down at her side, the fingers curled around the blanket like a peaceful child's. Jerry wanted to rush forward and kiss her, but he checked the impulse, thinking it was better to let her sleep.
But JoAnn sensed her husband's presence and stirred awake, tossing her head toward the open door.
"Jerry? ... Is that you, dear?"
"Yes, darling, I'm home!" He sank into the bed beside her, hugging her still sleep-limp body. "I took a taxi ... I didn't want you to have to drive all the way out to the airport...."
JoAnn smiled sleepily, sitting up in bed.
Suddenly she felt the realization of last night flooding over her with new security. Jerry was home ... and he loved her, and he appreciated her. He appreciated her for herself, not for anything he hoped he could get from her. He cared for her sincerely, unconditionally ... the way she had always been looking for someone to do.
And here it was, right at home! She knew she would no longer be out prowling the parks and school yards ... she'd never again feel intimidated by unscrupulous characters who fed on her guilt-feelings. Jerry was home now, and she could spend all her time pleasing him, now that her horrible perversion had fled.
"How'd the dinner go with Danny Cochran?" Jerry asked.
Even the horrors of her wild submissions to the three men and the huge German shepherd the night before couldn't shake JoAnn's new feeling of confidence. "Fine, darling, just fine...." And she smiled wickedly up at him, "Would you like to see my pussy, darling ... it's all wet and ready for you!"