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The Neighbors
Chapter 1
"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big
man muttered to himself, staring out the window. He turned to
speak to a dark-haired young woman lying on a couch across the
room.
"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the
street!"
"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice. A moment passed.
"Sword dancers?" she asked sarcastically. "A flea circus?" A
troup of trained walruses and their sealion manager ?"
"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the
mockery in the woman's voice. "Get off your lazy ass and come
over and look."
The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the
better of her. As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for
a moment, showing a flash of smooth bare thighs. Taking her time,
she walked over to the window and looked out. She had to stand
close to the man but was careful not to touch him. Each time a
shift in his position brought him closer to her, she moved back
the barest fraction of an inch, just enough to keep them
separated.
"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked
with a grin.
Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a
house. Two men, obviously the drivers of the van, from their
overalls, were carrying in furniture. Another man stood nearby,
watching, but Anna knew that none of these people, nor the van,
was what had captured the interest of the man next to her. A
young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was excitedly
directing the two workmen. She was wearing a pair of tight white
shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing
movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.
"Well ... how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.
"Oh, Max ... for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly.
"So it's a cunt. To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you
never saw one before."
"God! I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he
answered, licking his lips nervously. "Oh, my fuckin' balls.
Look at the way her tits are bouncing ... and look at her ass,
just trying to bust out of those shorts."
Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did
have a point. She couldn't help admiring the other woman's
admittedly lovely young body. Nor did she fail to understand
Max's obvious lust for the girl. She felt a mild rush of interest
herself as she watched the young blonde moving between the house
and the van, getting in the men's way, trying to help them carry
some of the smaller items. A good body, she thought lazily, and
wondered what the girl would look like naked, without those shorts
and that silly halter. I haven't touched a woman for a long time,
she mused. I wonder if her tits are as solid as they look. Yes,
she could understand the interest of the man next to her in the
girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust. She
watched him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering,
his hands clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick
tongue slithered over his lips, trying to moisten their heated
surfaces. A real pig, she thought with disgust.
"l've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said. "Get me
my binoculars."
"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max. lf you stand here gawking out
the window with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head,
they'll see you. You want them to think there's a bunch of
weirdos over here?"
"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small
eyes away from the window and fastening them angrily on her. "I
said to get the binoculars. Now don't give me any of your smart-
ass lip."
Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with
Max's pale gray ones. Then her gaze dropped and she left the room
without a word, returning a minute later with a pair of
binoculars. Max moved back from the window before he placed the
binoculars against his eyes and began to scan the little party
across the street.
"l'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see
me this way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in
here and bright sun out there ..." His voice caught and stopped.
"Christ!" he said sharply. "She's bending over facing me. Wow
.... What a pair of tits ...!" He fell silent, staring intently
through the binoculars for several minutes. One large hand
dropped down to the front of his pants, and Anna saw with disgust
that he was slowly massaging the obscenely growing bulge there as
his penis hardened and swelled under the restraining material.
God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she told herself
acidly.
Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her
lush, well-developed figure made her seem bigger. Her coloring
was dark, with skin the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair
that cascaded down over her shoulders and framed her face in heavy
tendrils of smoky brown. When she wanted to, Anna would let her
hair fall forward, half-hiding her dark lustrous eyes, which she
knew how to make glitter in sulky invitation.
Max was a much rougher-cut figure. A big, bulky man of about
fifty, he had once been very good looking, and he still retained
traces of handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried
under a disfiguring coarseness brought on by decades of
dissipation, sullied by an innate cruelty that had hardened his
features while his body thickened. His hair was turning iron-
gray, cut in a bristling crewcut that only enhanced the air of
violence that hung about the big man like a constant threat. The
two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous couple, and many
people had asked themselves what the two were doing together.
Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama
across the street---the laboring men, the obviously excited young
blonde, the other man, standing and watching as the draped
furniture and heavy boxes made their way from the emptying van and
began to fill the house. Must be her first house, Anna thought,
gauging the other woman's excitement. I wonder how it feels to be
excited over something? She wondered if they were newlyweds, but
from the watching man's semi-indifferent manner, doubted it. Her
scrutiny shifted to him. She judged him to be a little younger
than herself, and a good-looking man. He was tall and slender,
without being thin. Good shoulders, Anna thought approvingly. He
had fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint at a
frustrated desire to grow it longer. Even at his distance she
could make out a few tendrils curling over his ears. Wonder what
kind of a man he is! Anna thought. I wonder how he treats his
little wife!
Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max. The
overeager young woman across the street had been trying to carry
too-heavy a box and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over
the lawn. She stood in despair a moment, looking down at the
scattered pile of small items, some of them still rolling across
the grass. The girl looked up at her husband for encouragement
but all she got was a condescending grin. Superior bastard! Anna
thought with irritation, as the man ordered his wife to pick up
the spilled contents of the box.
"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee
as the girl bent down and began putting the various items back in
the box. Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy
white material of the too-tight shorts suck up in between the
girl's ass-cheeks and ride high to bare the gently rounded swell
of her lower buttocks. She was kneeling, her legs spread a
little, ant the tight mound of her pussy bulged enticingly between
well-rounded thighs.
"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was
mumbling, more to himself than to her. "I swear I'm gonna split
it wide open with old Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the
ever-growing bulge in the front of his pants.
"Sounds like your usual technique," Anna answered.
"You got any complaints about the way I fuck?" Max demanded,
pulling the binoculars away from his eyes and turning to glare
angrily at her.
"It'd take a book," she replied, knowing she should keep her
mouth shut, but led on by the desire to insult him. "A hundred
volumes."
"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it
rammed up that cock-gobbling cunt of yours."
"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna
responded sulkily, pushing her luck. Max's face crimsoned. He
started to say something but then jerked the glasses back to his
eyes, staring for a moment at the blonde girl, who was still
crouched down on the ground, her buttocks presented invitingly
back in their direction while she laboriously refilled the box.
Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin coming over his hard face,
and Anna knew she had gone too far.
"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice. "I'm
gonna pretend you're it. Now get over here and pull up your
robe!"
"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back. "You think you can
fuck me just like that ?"
"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied. "Now
get your ass in front of me and bend over. I want something for
old Fred here to do while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across
the street."
Anna was icy with rage. "You think you can use me like ..."
"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in. "Now are you coming
over here or do I have to drag you?" He was growing angry, too,
his heavy features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in
their deep-set sockets. The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at
one another.
"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max
said quietly, his voice cold and deadly. "I can't permit that.
Now ... you know what I can do ... if you make me ... So get your
ass over here ... NOW!" The last words were shouted. Anna's gaze
faltered, then dropped, and she moved slowly over in front of Max,
her face working with repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.
"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in
front of the window. "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered.
Knowing what he wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on
the table, her feet still on the floor. She gripped the sides of
the table with her hands, knowing she'd need the leverage if she
wasn't to be pushed off onto the floor.
"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute
you make," Max said. With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's
robe up, baring her buttocks. The lovely satiny half-moons lay
naked before his devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over
their rounded fullness, reaching between Anna's partly spread
thighs to pull cruelly at her silky brown pubic hair. She jerked
at his touch.
"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up
from Anna's lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the
street. "I'm sure as hell going to find out," he vowed, and
wasting no more time, he hastily unzipped his pants and reaching
inside, pulled his painfully throbbing cock out into the open.
"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the
swollen, blue-veined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed
by a fringe of woolly pubic hair. "Come on, bitch, open up!" he
ordered Anna, prying her thighs apart with his hands when she
hesitated. For the moment Max forgot his blonde obsession as he
stared hungrily down at Anna's helplessly exposed genitals. Her
full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted from between her long sleek
thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil of pussy-hair, but he
could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her inner slit beneath.
Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils aside, and then
brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly swelling
lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal juices.
Christ! Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max
marveled. Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time
to prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard
penis. At that very moment, the only thing that held him back
from ramming the aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the
lovely body before him was the concern that too much haste might
hurt his tender foreskin.
With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his
massive organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's
hot wet slit, watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed
aside the spongy outer lips, making room for its engorged bulk.
"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining
that it was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and
slick under his touch. He reached down and began to press hard
against Anna's clitoris, feeling the tender little button throb
under his careless finger.
He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body,
but he couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her.
What he was trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get
into her tight muscular vagina easier.
Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped
woman's vagina and coat his probing finger with their slick
wetness. Max quickly worked his bulbous cock-head up and down
Anna's rapidly moistening slit, coating its bullet-shaped head
with her slippery secretions. Teasingly he moved his ready probe
higher, pressing it for a moment against the tiny brown pucker of
Anna's rectum, feeling her body go rigid with fear. Max chuckled,
remembering the time he had fucked her there. God, she squealed
like a pig, he thought in amusement as he remembered how Anna had
squirmed in agony below his invading cock, trying to escape from
his iron grip. He was tempted to do it again, but knew he'd have
to use all his strength to hold her down and that would distract
his attention from the blonde.
Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna
was hating herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at
will between her subserviently open thighs. The son-of-a-bitch!
she raged. One of these days I'm going to cut his heart out! But
she knew she wouldn't do it. No, not even that would break the
hold he had over her. As much as she despised him, time and time
again she would have to let this hated man defile her helpless
body. A groan of self-loathing escaped from her tightly clamped
lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up from her
mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender sense-
buds. What she hated most was the way her treacherous body
reacted independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the
disgusting things this half-animal did to it. If I just had the
will-power to lie here and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone
young woman thought in despair. But no! Already she could feel
the hot wetness of her copiously reacting sex juices flowing
between her thighs, making her vagina ready for the crude
violation that was certain to come. Her genitals burned with an
electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled their inner fires.
"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head
suddenly slam up into her only partially ready vagina. A bolt of
sharp pain made her try to twist away from the brutal invasion of
her tender inner passage, but Max's powerful hands easily held her
down.
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his
bulging cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his
captive's vaginal hole and then driven his hips brutally forward,
ramming the rigid fleshy pole up into the surprised woman's
futilely squirming body. It took several hard, powerful thrusts
to do it, but eventually Max's rubbery cock was buried all the way
up to the hilt in Anna's body, his pubic hair brushing obscenely
against her tightly puckered asshole. Taking one last look at the
way the thick stump of his penis jutted back out from between
Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the binoculars and once
again began to examine the crouching girl across the street.
"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt ..." he moaned as he began
to slowly fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to
you just like this." And he continued to look at the tight white
shorts stretched over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining
it was her he was sliding his cock into. One big hand resting on
Anna's quivering buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded
globes with his fingers, savoring the creamy feel of the skin,
leaving angry red marks behind when he dug in too far.
Oh, the bastard! What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in
despair as she felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out
of her overfilled cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides
with its relentless advance. She cursed the way her body reacted
to her tormentor's undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be
nothing she could do about it---except for the time he had taken
her in the asshole, and the pain had been so bad that the only
thing she'd wanted to do was get away. There was pain now, too,
but already it was changing to an enfeebling pleasure as her
vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly plunging member.
He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip of his cock
shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, the last
of Anna's will-power faded.
"Ooooohhhh" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of
pleasure coming from her throat. She fought to hold herself back,
but another of Max's deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering
belly, weakening the last of Anna's resolve. Her fingers gripped
the edge of the table and she raised her ass off the cold hard
surface, making it easier for Max to gain entrance to her now
voraciously churning pussy.
"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious
to Anna's presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through
his binoculars---sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so
satisfyingly around his shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine
blonde pubic hair there, rather than Anna's silky dark strands.
Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the
hard table, her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her
face, obscuring her features. I hope he gets it over with soon,
she said to herself, then the further thought crept treacherously
into her mind---as soon as I cum!
Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to
the man fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what
he was going to do to the girl across the street added new
dimensions to Anna's hatred, a hatred that grew with every
moment's realization that she was enjoying what Max was doing to
her. At least I can be quiet, Anna thought despairingly and bit
her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that Max's deep thrusts
were tearing out of her body. Beyond her control now, a powerful
orgasm was beginning to build in the humiliatingly sprawled young
woman's genitals and she stiffened her body to withstand its
assault.
From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses. He
slid his fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly
drumming cock as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole,
probing at her hot swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy
discovering how much her formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening
had flowered to admit his probing manhood. Keeping the binoculars
fastened on the stranger across the street, he imagined it was her
tender young body he was fondling, and as he thought it, he could
feel his own orgasm on the way.
"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw
up into his body. He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked
twitching buttocks, brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh. Just
as he felt the first hot rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed
the tip of one finger up inside the excited woman's rectum, as far
as it would go.
Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her
fingernails scraped across the table's hard surface. She was
already trembling on the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her
ass, in addition to the wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen
rifling in hot rushes up into her womb, touched off a white-hot
explosion in the helplessly excites young woman's ravished body.
"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to
keep silent. Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming
her hips down against the table, pushing her cunt back against
Max's relentlessly thrusting loins. Her vaginal muscles worked
spasmodically, clutching desperately at Max's thick spouting
shaft, forcing their combined cum back out around the jerking
member in a heavy spray which gushed over the edge of the table
and soaked the front of Max's pants.
"Hot little bitch," Max managed to grit from between clenched
teeth as he hung onto Anna's twitching buttocks with one hand.
The scene through the binoculars was misty, but he clung
tenaciously to the image of the crouching young blonde as he
emptied the last of his balls into Anna's churning cunt.
Totally exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Anna was
lying limp upon the table, and when Max looked down as he withdrew
his fast-shrinking cock from Anna's dripping cunt, he was mildly
surprised to see her dark, cum-dripping pubic hair---he had half-
expected that it would be blonde.
"Okay, babe," he said matter-of-factly. "You've done your
usual gushy job. Now, for Christ's sake, get me something to wipe
this gunk off my pants," and he looked down disgustedly at the
thick wet smear that covered his fly and dripped from the end of
his cock.
Awakened from her post-coital reverie by Max's crude words,
Anna slid off the table standing on shaky legs, and quickly
covered her naked loins with her robe. She hated to be this way
in front of Max---flushed, disoriented, breathing heavily and
raggedly, so she made no resistance to his order for a wash-cloth
and went to get him one, glad to be alone. When she returned, her
breathing was under control and her usual cool, bored manner had
returned.
"Christ, what a mess," Max muttered as he scrubbed at the
front of his pants. "I never saw a woman make such a mess."
"At least half of that stuff is yours," Anna remarked dryly.
"I hate the thought of it being up inside me.
"Come on, don't give me that shit. Hell, you loved it. You
don't think I heard you panting and moaning while I was throwing
it to you!!"
"A mere bodily reflex," Anna said in irritation, smarting
under his words. They were too true.
"Bullshit," Max replied crudely. "You're the biggest
cockhound I ever met. Get a hard prick near you and you start
salivating. You'd fuck anything. Hell, if the offer was made,
you'd fuck a dog."
"I just did," Anna said with loathing.
There was a moment's silence while Max's face reddened with
anger. "Why, you arrogant slut," he growled, taking a step toward
Anna! His heavy hand raised as if he were going to strike her.
Anna flinched inwardly but stood her ground, glaring coldly back
at Max. They stood that way for several moments, then Max's hand
dropped slowly to his side. For the first time Anna realized that
Max had never actually struck her. All the violence he'd made on
her had been connected with sex. The hold he had over her forced
her to obey him, and what he seemed to want most was her
subservience and humiliation. But they both avoided direct
violence, perhaps sensing that the delicate, perverted web of
their forced relationship would come apart the instant he hit her,
and not even Anna wanted that. As much as she hated her
situation, it was a known world, and without its routines, as
humiliating as they were, there might be no way to hold back the
ultimate disaster she feared.
"You gotta big mouth," Max growled. Anna made no reply this
time---just stood sullenly, watching Max finish cleaning the front
of his trousers.
"Okay," he said. "Get some clothes on. We're gonna go meet
our new neighbors."
"You think that's smart?" Anna asked. "Maybe it would be
better if you just kind of sneaked up on them slowly."
"We'll do it my way," he snapped back. "I said I was gonna
get into that little cunt, and I meant it. We gotta have a plan
of operation---like a battle plan. And any good general will tell
you the most important thing is to have good intelligence. So
we're gonna go out and gather intelligence---a reconnaissance
mission. But we can't do it with your bare ass waving all over
the street, so get dressed."
"Why do I have to go?" Anna asked.
"Because you make good cover," he replied. "If we go as a
couple, they'll react to us as a couple. If I go alone, there'll
be a natural guard up."
Anna took her time getting ready, happy to have the chance to
make Max fume. She took a quick shower, saying she could hardly
go out to meet his intended smelling like a rutting sow. Then she
dressed slowly, smiling inwardly at Max's impatience to be off to
the hunt. But she caught herself choosing her clothes with care,
picking the sexiest ones, and she became amused at herself. Who's
doing the hunting? she asked herself, thinking of the handsome
young husband. Or was it only the husband? Her mind returned to
the innocent blonde seductiveness of the young wife, dressed in
her too-revealing shorts and halter.
"Hey, not bad," Max leered when she was ready. "You're gonna
blow that dude's mind so much he won't even notice I'm there."
Anna had finally settled on her most simple outfit as the most
effective. It was a thin summery dress, almost a shift, short-
skirted to show off her elegant legs with the soft material
clinging seductively to her hips and belly. The low-cut top left
no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her heavy breasts shifted
and jiggled with each move and her nipples raised dimples in the
flimsy material. Maybe it will get hint, she thought. I might as
well have some fan, too.
Max and Anna went out into the street. The moving van was
empty, all the furniture and boxes were in the house. The workmen
were closing the big doors of their van and one was presenting the
young husband with papers to sign. The blonde girl was sitting
wearily on the front steps, and through the open door behind her
could be seen a litter of packing material and half-emptied boxes.
"Hi," Max said heartily, holding out his hand and walking up
to the young man as soon as the workmen had driven the truck away.
"My name's Max Flaherty, and this is my, uhhh, niece, Anna
Collins. Looks like we're gonna be neighbors. We live just
across the street."
The young man shook hands with Max and nodded to Anna. "Glad
to meet you," he said to Max, but his eyes kept returning to Anna.
"I'm Jack Hollister and this is my wife, Pam." The young blonde
had gotten up as soon as she saw Max and Anna approaching, and she
joined the ritual agony of introductions by stiffly shaking hands
with the newcomers. Anna was watching for Max to do something
boorish, but he behaved well enough, confining himself to one
quick glance down into Pam's cleavage as she shook his hand.
Deciding to enjoy herself, Anna moved as seductively as she knew
how, amused by the way Jack Hollister's eyes followed her body.
"I'm sorry the place is such a mess," Pam was saying inanely,
as if it could be anything else on moving day. "Won't you come
in," she asked. "I've already unpacked some of the glasses and
right now I'd certainly love a drink." She looked questioningly
over at her husband, as if awaiting his approval, but his eyes
were still on Anna. The young blonde's eyes clouded a moment, but
she seemed to shrug off her husband's new interest as something
inevitable.
"Well, we don't want to bother you just when you're moving
in," Max said unconvincingly, darting another glance at the lush
valley between Pam's breasts.
"Oh, please come in," she said and then blushed a little.
"It's the first house of our very own and we'd like you to be our
guests."
How touching, Anna thought. A genuine little housewife. And
bored. Her sharp eyes had taken in several signs of the deadly
tedium that often invades modern urban marriages. Jack's eyes
boldly on her body and Pam's dogged acceptance of it told at least
part of a story, and Anna became interested in learning more.
Although the other woman's life-style was obviously light years
away from her own, Anna instantly liked her. Under what seemed at
first a scatter-brained and easily dominated personality, Anna
sensed in Pam a native intelligence ant sense of humor, buried now
beneath an almost humorous innocence. Anna guessed Pam's age at
twenty-two or twenty-three.
Pam led the way into the house, picking her way between piles
of boxes. Max walked along behind her, feeling the blood pound in
his veins as he watched the young blonde's scantily clad buttocks
sway and jiggle with each step. Someday soon, he promised
himself. Jack had positioned himself behind Anna, and knowing his
eyes were undoubtedly on her body, she used her practiced
seductiveness to make her own hips perform a sensuous dance under
the clinging material that drew attention to them as it slid
clingingly over the near-naked flesh beneath.
Drinks were brought, and after the first few sips, tongues
loosened.
"What line you in?" Max asked Jack.
"I work in a brokerage house downtown," the young man
replied. "Assistant vice-president."
"Damn good job," Max said, seemingly impressed. "Which
company?" When Jack told him, he whistled in surprise. "One of
the biggest in town," he said.
"What do you do?" Jack asked.
"Oh, I'm kind of retired," Max replied vaguely. "Made a
little a few years ago and now I just sit and enjoy life. Kind of
boring sometimes, so I try to find ways to liven it up."
"Did you say Miss Collins is your nieces'
"Uhhh, yeah," Max replied, remembering his earlier cover
story barely in time. "Her folks died and I took her in until she
could get on her own feet." A look of sudden inspiration came
over his heavy features. "Say!" he salt. "Maybe you could help,
being so high up with your company and all. You think you could
help Anna get a job there?"
Anna looked over at him in surprise. The last thing she
wanted right now was to have a job. Putting up with what Max
demanded of her was work enough, and she hated the thought of
giving up her leisure. But she was curious enough to find out
what Max had on his usually scheming mind to hold her peace and
see what developed. She could always back out at the last minute.
Jack took the bait. As soon as he'd seen Anna he'd wanted
her. Engrossed by the lovely seductiveness of her artfully
exposed body, he hardly knew what Max looked like---he had only
eyes for her. She isn't wearing a bra, he thought excitedly,
amazed at the way her breasts retained their shape, standing out
from her body firm and full. They jiggled but they didn't sag.
He forgot for the moment that his wife was at least as beautiful.
She was familiar to him by now, and Anna was unexplored territory.
The thought of having her in the office, under obligation to him,
began to look appealing.
"I'll see what I can do," he replied. "Why don't you come
into the office tomorrow, Anna, and I'll introduce you to the big
boss."
Anna shrugged. What can it hurt, she thought ... other than
this guy's wife. She caught Pam's eyes on her, but when she
turned to the girl she had already looked away. She knows what's
going on, Anna thought guiltily, and determined not to let things
get out of hand. She had to do what Max demanded, but she hated
the thought of hurting innocent people, if there were any such
thing. On closer inspection, Anna began to revise her opinion of
Pam. What had first seemed to her to be simpleness could just as
easily be explained as resignation and confusion. From the looks
the young wife cast toward her husband, she was painfully in love
with him. He was handsome enough, Anna thought, but there was a
certain weakness that showed at times in his face---something
about his mouth and eyes. There's trouble here, she thought.
When Pam went into the kitchen to mix more drinks, Anna
followed her. "Excited about your house?" she asked.
"Oh, yes," Pam replied, suddenly animated. "I've always
wanted a place of my own, but I never thought it'd be as nice as
this."
"Pretty fancy," Anna agreed, looking around at the large,
well-equipped kitchen. "But from the sound of your husband's job,
I guess he can afford it."
Pam's face clouded over again. "Yes, he makes plenty of
money," she said sadly. "But there's so much pressure he doesn't
have much time left over for anything else. I don't know how much
the house can mean to him---he's either at the office or
sleeping." Pam suddenly flushed. "I'm sorry," she said quickly.
"I invited you here for drinks, not to hear our problems "
"I know all about them, Pam," Anna said with a warm laugh.
"I, too, was married to a career, way back there somewhere. It
was rough."
"What happened?" Pam asked, her blue eyes large and curious.
"We got divorced. What else?" Anna said bluntly, and then
regretted it as she saw consternation in Pam's eyes. "But it
doesn't have to be that way," she added quickly. "We were wrong
for one another from the start. One of those stupid impulse
marriages."
"Oh," was all Pam could say. Anna felt a warm rush of
affection for the younger girl and impulsively put her arm around
her and squeezed. A radiant smile lit up Pam's face and she gave
a brief answering squeeze before moving away, a little
embarrassed. My God, she's healthful, Anna thought. Pam's hair
was a bright shining gold, making her blue eyes all the more
noticeable. Her skin was rosy and clear, shining with health, and
her deep red lips were full and sensuous for a blonde, framing
small perfect teeth. Once again Anna began to understand Max's
fascination with the girl and she herself wondered how Pam would
look naked. She determined to do her best to keep Max from
damaging her too much.
"Well, you people look tired," Anna said when she and Pam
came back into the living room. "I think we'd better drink up and
go." Max shot her an irritated look but she refused to notice.
There were good-byes at the front door and then she and Max were
crossing the street to their own house.
* * *
"What the hell did you think you were doing, telling me when
it's time to go home," Max asked her angrily as soon as they were
inside the front door. "I decide what the strategy's going to be.
Hell, I was really making tracks in there."
"Yeah, like an elephant," she replied. "I thought your eyes
were going to pop right out of your head and fall down in between
Pam's tits."
"Who the hell was going to notice. Hubby was following you
around like a dog. Shit, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd fucked
that luscious little broad right there."
"Well, she sure as hell noticed. She was edging away from
you every time you got near, but that's easy to understand, the
way you were slobbering. That's a nice kid, too nice for whatever
you have in mind."
"You know Goddamned well what I have in mind," he replied
with a leer. "I'm gonna fuck that little jewel, and after our
visit, I don't think it's gonna be too hard."
"Oh, you just think old irresistible Max Flaherty can entice
any lovely young newlywed into his arms. Don't you realize she's
madly in love with her husband ?"
"Yeah, and that's the key. He's the weak spot. Hell, didn't
you notice the tension between them? They've got troubles, and
I'm willing to bet those troubles start in the bedroom."
"That's nothing new. With you, all troubles start in the
bedroom."
"Sticks and stones," Max mocked. "I'm in too good a mood for
you to be able to piss me off. I'm sure I'm gonna get a hunk of
that gorgeous blonde tail, and more than once. When you turn on
somebody like that, there's no turning them off. Hell, she's
horny ... I just know it!"
Anna's silence was a confirmation of Max's theory. She, too,
had noticed it. There was more to Pam's obvious discomfort than
just loneliness. Hubby put his soul into his work, probably
neglecting his young wife. No, there's more to it than that, she
mused to herself. The way Pam had accepted it when Jack had been
so obviously interested in her, another woman, was the clue.
Maybe she's frigid! Anna thought with sudden insight, or something
close to it. Wouldn't that be a joke on Max. But he thought
differently, and he was seldom wrong in such matters. Max had a
built-in radar for detecting frustrated women.
But there's something wrong there, Anna thought to herself.
And I bet I get pulled right into the middle of it!
"Hey, what was that shit about my getting a job?" she asked
suddenly.
"That's part of the plan," Max said smugly. "Hell, that's
the whole plan. I saw that guy looking at you. You were smart to
put on those clothes. You'll have him eating out of your hand in
no time, and with him out of the way, it'll be clear sailing for
me right into Pam's snug little harbor."
"Oh, no," Anna exclaimed. "You can't make me do that! I'm
not going to do anything to fuck up anybody's marriage."
"Oh, yes, you are," Max said coldly. "What the hell did you
dress up for that way if you didn't have the same thing in mind?"
Anna bit her lip, cursing herself for being a fool. "You're gonna
move your ass into junior's office and stick it in his face, until
he'll do anything to fuck you. Then the rest is mine. You
understand ?"
"I won't do it!" Anna said flatly. "I like that girl. The
husband you can have. Just another hungry hunting cock, like all
the rest. You can do all the foul things you want to my body---
that's part of our agreement---but you can't use me to hurt other
people."
Max moved close to Anna, taking her shoulders in his big
meaty hands. He squeezed, making her flinch with pain despite
herself.
"You'll do anything I say," he snarled, his eyes only inches
away from her own. "That's our real agreement. I've kept my
part, now you keep yours."
"And how long is all this going to go on? When will I be
free of you and all the shit you send my way?"
"When I decide, and maybe that'll be when I die of old age."
"Some people die from accidents," Anna gritted out, her eyes
burning with hate.
Max shook her, making her head snap back and forth. "You
know better than that," he snarled. "Anything happens to me and
those letters get mailed automatically. You know what would
happen then, don't you?" Anna was still glaring defiantly up at
him.
"Don't you?" he shouted, shaking her again.
Anna seemed to shrink under his gaze. The hatred faded from
her eyes, replaced by a dull despair. She nodded her head feebly.
"That's a good girl," Max purred sarcastically. "You love
your old Dad too much to take chances, don't you? It's very
touching to see such a devoted daughter ..." his voice took on
menace, "who knows her Daddy's welfare rests on her ... and on
what she does or doesn't do."
"You pig," Anna whispered.
"Sticks and stones," Max answered mildly. "But you will do
it, won't you? You'll go down to that big brokerage house and
sweet-talk junior into finding you a job. And then you'll wiggle
your asset until he can't help but stick something in it ...
right?"
"Right," Anna murmured.
"Attsa good girl," Max said with false good will. "And you
know what?" he added.
"What?" Anna asked dully.
"We're gonna have a lot of fun, you and me," Max smiled
happily.
"We're gonna have a hellion lot of fun."
* * *
Across the street, Jack and Pam Hollister were getting ready
for bed. Jack was already under the covers ... naked ... looking
appraisingly at his wife as she undressed. Pretty good, he
thought to himself, admiring the sleek rosy loveliness of her body
as she stood naked a moment before getting into bed. The overhead
light threw deep shadows under her full, taut breasts, where they
thrust out from her ribs, making them look even larger than they
were. In fact, damn good!
But Jack's thoughts were with Anna, and the way her scanty
dress had clung seductively to her body. His interest in his wife
at the moment was to compare her to what he hoped Anna would look
like naked. He experienced a slight shock when Pam turned around
and he caught sight of her silky blonde pubic hair, nestled in a
perfect vee where her slender milky thighs molded into her
slightly swelling lower belly. Anna's pussy hair'll be dark, he
told himself. Dark and thick. What a break she needs a job.
I'll get her into the office some way, and after that, it'll only
be a matter of time. I saw the way she was looking at me!
As Pam slid into bed next to him, Jack's hand automatically
found its way to her belly and began to slide lower, towards her
softly inviting pubic hair.
I'll pretend it's Anna, Jack thought.
"Oh, not tonight, please," Pam said quietly. "I'm too
exhausted from moving."
Chapter 2
As soon as the first bright rays of the morning sun came
streaming in the window, Pam's eyes flew open. Only half awake,
it took the young blonde several seconds to remember where she
was.
Oh ... our new house! She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling,
and then over at the windows. Those curtains will have to go, she
thought disapprovingly. Knowing there was a lot of work to do and
an exciting day ahead, she wanted to bound out of bed and get
started moving, but Jack was still asleep and she know he would
awaken if she got up. Let him sleep, she thought. He works so
hard!
Pam looked over at her sleeping husband, admiring his dark
handsomeness. He was lying on his back, mouth slightly open,
looking uncharacteristically young and defenseless. Just like a
little boy, Pam thought, and remembered when he used to look that
way almost all the time, when they were still both in school.
Things had changed a lot since then. They had been married
just a little more than a year, and already Pam had trouble
recognizing her husband. It's the job, she thought. The job is
doing it to him. But the job was what they had dreamed about
while they were still undergraduates---a job with a big company
where Jack would have a chance to work his way up and earn them
the good life they both looked forward to. And it had gone even
better than they planned. Jack rose fast, until he was the
youngest assistant vice-president the company had ever had, and
now, at twenty-six, he promised to be the youngest vice-president,
if he got the promotion. If Jack got it and not Harry Steers.
But Jack had a way with the boss. Pam knew Jack would
eventually get the promotion, and at first the knowledge had
thrilled her. But then she had met the Boss, J.B., as he liked to
be called, and she had seen the way Jack acted in his presence,
and she hadn't liked it at all. It wouldn't be right to say Jack
fawned on the man---he was too correct for that---but there was an
undoubted air of subservience in his manner. "For Christ's sake,
how do you expect me to act?" had been Jack's response the one
time she had voiced her feelings to him. "He's the boss!" And
she had never mentioned it again.
But Jack had changed. As he sank himself more and more
totally into his work, always striving for promotion, making every
act and word count in that direction, he correspondingly withdrew
something of himself from Pam. He was moody and absent-minded at
home, going over and over in his mind the day's events at the
office, wondering if he had made any mistakes, wondering if he had
done all he could to make himself noticed by J.B. He was short-
tempered with Pam, irritated when she broke in on his thoughts,
and when she complained about his distant manner, he looked at her
in amazement. "How can you say that?" he demanded. "I'm doing it
for our future!
And then there was that other problem, Pam thought, her mood
darkening as she lay in bed thinking. I should getup, she
thought. I mustn't let myself get depressed again. But the
thoughts kept coming, floating up from deeper and deeper levels.
Yes, Jack's preoccupation with work was a problem between them but
there was another, more serious one.
Sex!
Pam twisted uncomfortably in the big bed, tortured by
conflicting emotions, trying to sort out her confused thoughts.
Her mind drifted back into her past, remembering. She remembered
how she, at nineteen, totally inexperienced, the result of an
overprotected, over-religious upbringing, had been confronted with
the handsome young Jack Hollister. How excited she had been.
Compared to her and to her boring friends, Jack had seemed the
embodiment of wordly wisdom---good looking, sophisticated, witty,
and with an enchanting aura of something slightly wicked about
him. Jack had obviously been around.
Longing to escape from her strict upbringing, the young Pam
had been irresistibly drawn to Jack. He invited her out, and on
their first date had shocked her by boldly slipping his hand
inside her dress and caressing her naked breast. At first the
innocent young girl had been too shocked to resist, letting him
massage her virgin nipple just long enough for her to realize how
good it felt. She had made him stop, of course, and promised
herself she would never go out with him again. But she did!
Between their first and second dates, Pam had several days to
think over her attitudes. She had already been at school long
enough to realize that most of the values her parents had taught
her were impossibly narrow, more the result of the bitter aridity
of their souls than of any genuine moral conviction. Now Pam began
to wonder about sex and about the incredible importance her
parents had placed on virginity. Dutifully, ever since puberty,
Pam had scrupulously protected her virginity, holding her
blossoming young body inviolate from the inevitable pawings of the
few young boys her parents had permitted her to go out with. That
hadn't been too hard, thanks to their clumsiness, and even in her
first days in college she had been able to resist temptation, even
though she herself was beginning to have to admit the existence of
strange longings high up between her firm young thighs.
It happened very quickly. After her experience with Jack,
and remembering the annoyance in his eyes when she had primly made
him stop touching her breast, Pam decided to stop being a virgin.
It was an easy decision to implement. A group of young sailors
from a nearby naval base were on campus one night, prowling for
girls, and Pam singled one out as the man she was going to seduce-
--as the instrument for ridding herself of the virginity she now
suddenly considered an impediment.
It hurt. Pam had been ready for a little pain but not for as
much as she experienced, as she lay rigid beneath the madly
fucking young sailor. He was more frightened than she was.
Hoping to seduce one of the lovely young girls that filled the
campus, the inexperienced boy could hardly believe his luck when
Pam, easily the most beautiful girl he'd ever met, picked him up.
When he suggested they go for a walk, she instead invited him to
her room. And when he placed a hesitant hand on her shapely young
thigh, without another word she had stood up and undressed, baring
her lovely, firm roses and ivory; body to his stunned gaze. He'd
been so nervous that he was almost unable to get an erection, but
nature had its way and soon he was clambering over Pam as she lay
on her back waiting impatiently for her great experience.
It had miscarried. Certain that he was with a real pro, the
young sailor did nothing to prepare Pam, and when he rammed his
iron-hard cock into her unused vagina, Pam thought she was going
to die. Clenching her teeth, afraid that the girls in the next
room would hear if she made a sound, she had to lie there and bear
it. When is he going to be finished? she kept asking herself.
When is he going to be finished?
When it was over, and the sailor had departed, feeling
slightly used, leaving a silent, guilty Pam behind on the blood-
stained bed, she had vowed it would never happen again. Her
parents had been right, and God had punished her. Never, never
again.
But that didn't last long. She began to go out with Jack on
a regular basis, and realizing she had already made the
irrevocable step, Pam let nature take its course. Her body slowly
learned to not only respond to Jack's caresses but to need them.
They started slowly, with Jack at first only gently touching her
breasts, filling her with gentle sensations of warmth and
excitement as he tenderly stroked their billowy softness. Jack
took his time, sensing he had a prize in Pam and willing to invest
some effort, which was pretty much how he saw the world---good
investments and bad investments. He was seeing another girl, too,
one less scrupulous than Pam, and many nights, frustrated from
hours of holding himself back with Pam, he would fuck the other
girl until she begged for mercy. In his view, cunt was easy to
get, especially with his looks, but there were few girls around
with the beauty and good breeding of Pam Adamson. He was
determined to marry her.
Finally, one night---Pam never quite knew how it happened
Jack had taken all her clothes off and she lay naked on the grass
behind the dormitories, shivering slightly in the cool breeze but
her blood on fire from Jack's expert touch. For the first time
she made no objection as his hands slid lower on her nude body.
His lips on her nipples kept her from formulating any defense, and
before she knew it, his finger was working insistently into her
boiling hot pussy slit and then was in her vagina. Instinctively
flinching, expecting the same blinding pain as when the sailor had
broken her hymen, Pam was instead suddenly invaded by an
incredible wave of white-hot pleasure. After weeks of building
passion, she came almost instantly and, to both her surprise and
Jack's, began to ride his finger like a bucking horse. Her body
shuddered and twitched, lost in ecstasy and from that night on she
never again had the will-power to stop her lover from slipping his
marvelous finger up into her rapidly learning cunt.
Jack never told her how surprised he was to find she wasn't a
virgin. He kept it to himself, though it galled him a bit. After
all the trouble she'd given him, he'd at least expected to be the
first to pop her cherry. But deciding to make the most of it,
Jack quite efficiently set about the rest of Pam's seduction.
Within another couple of nights they were genuine lovers, and Pam
thrilled to the feel of Jack's lean, sinewy body weighing hers
down while his hard cock slid pleasurably in and out of her
eagerly welcoming vagina. They made love constantly after that,
and Pam began to develop an eager sexual capacity. But her
response was shadowed by an odd constraint that was particularly
frustrating to Jack. Perhaps remembering her parents' warning of
the evils of sexual license, Pam always held herself back, never
again permitting herself the full abandon of that first unexpected
orgasm when Jack had suddenly slipped his finger up inside her
hungry vagina. She made love with her eyes closed, holding still,
letting it all happen inside, even her orgasms, which seemed to
blossom somewhere far up in her belly like the fire-ball from an
atomic explosion.
Jack was irritated by Pam's apparent lack of response, and by
her refusal to permit him to make any sexual innovations in the
way they made love---missionary style, she on her back beneath
him, her arms at her sides, or once in a while locked lovingly
around his neck. He hoped that after they were married she would
loosen up, but she never did, and as time went on, he began to
complain bitterly. Pam was hurt, and did her best to comply with
his wishes, but she just couldn't, disgusted by the things he
wanted her to do. Pam never had a full understanding of her
inhibitions, but somewhere in the back of her mind she made a
connection between her unforgivable act with the young sailor and
the terrible pain that had been her immediate punishment. Despite
her apparent lack of religious conviction, a hellfire and
damnation view of the cosmos had been firmly installed in Pam's
psyche by the twisted teachings of her parents.
Deprived of full satisfaction at home, Jack had more and more
turned to his work, which wasn't hard for him. Ever since he was
a young boy, he had been oriented toward success. He would have
probably cooled toward Pam, anyway, genuinely interested only in
furthering his own ambitions, but their sexual troubles gave him a
handy excuse. Pam sensed this, but since there seemed to be
nothing she could do to change matters, she tried to blank the
whole thing out of her mind. That was one reason this new house
meant so much to her---both something for her to bury her energies
in and a justification for Jack's insatiable desire to get ahead.
But there were reminders---like the obvious way Jack had been
staring at Anna Collins the night before. It wasn't hard to
understand. Anna had an earthy animal sexuality that even Pam
could appreciate. She felt no resentment toward Anna---it was
hardly her fault that Jack was a dissatisfied husband. Pam even
liked the other woman, sensing in her a deep warmth to match her
natural magnetism. She remembered the way Anna had impulsively
given her a hug the previous night. Pam knew she needed a woman
friend, one who might be able to teach her to be more of a woman
herself.
The alarm suddenly went off, shattering Pam's mood. Jack
groaned and turned over in bed, slowly opening his eyes and
blinking at the morning light. He peered sleepily at the clock.
"Christ!" he mumbled. "What the hell's the damn thing doing
going off at six-thirty?"
"I set it a half-hour early," Pam said quickly. "I thought
it would give us a little more time together the first morning in
our new house."
"Oh," Jack mumbled. "Guess you're right. May need a little
more time to get going in a strange place." Doing his best to
wake up, he looked over at his wife. She was half-sitting up in
bed and the sheet had slipped down her body, baring her naked
breasts. Automatically he reached out to trace his hand over
their resilient loveliness. He felt her shiver in response. She
always did like me to touch her tits, he thought to himself, even
if she's too uptight for much else. He remembered how he'd wanted
to make love the night before, turned on by watching Anna's ass
move underneath her dress. His blood began to heat as he
remembered how Anna had made him feel, and his hand closed
convulsively on his wife's breast.
"Owww ... you're hurting me," Pam protested, bringing Jack
back to the present. He looked at Pam again and realized that his
cock was getting hard.
"C'm'ere," he growled, and throwing back the sleet, drew her
to him. Pam started to stiffen, still too full of the morning's
heavy thoughts for love-making, but immediately reminded herself
that she was only making things worse between her and Jack by her
continued coolness. She made herself relax as his lips closed
around her nipple and was rewarded by an instant trickle of
pleasure.
How long since we've made love? she asked herself. Over a
week. She lay back and let out a small sigh as Jack's mouth
continued to move over her slowly responding breasts.
Anna had been wrong when she guessed that Pam was frigid.
Pam loved sex, and wanted it frequently. The trouble was, Jack
always wanted to go too far for her, and when she resisted his
demands, the whole thing became a grim experience. Now, she let
her eyes close dreamily and lay still on her back, letting him
kindle her desire. A palpitating warmth spread downward from her
nipples, heating up her belly and making her vagina tingle. She
quivered when she sensed her husband's hand on her stomach,
sliding lower, softly stroking her sensitive skin. She let him
open her legs with his hands, beginning to breathe faster when he
ran his fingertips up the insides of her now-trembling thighs,
gasping when he made the first tentative contact with her eagerly
waiting pussy. She had to clamp her teeth down hard on her lip to
keep from moaning as she felt the familiar ecstasy of Jack's hard
groping finger slithering up into her tender vagina. Oh, it feels
so wonderful, she thought with awe. Why can't it he this way
always? Her thighs felt hot and wet as she sensed her inner
secretions pumped from her cunt by Jack's insistently digging
finger. Dreamily, Pam let her thighs fall further open as she
felt Jack's body rise up over hers. She knew he was about to fuck
her.
Looking down at his beautiful blonde wife, Jack temporarily
forgot all about Anna Collins. Lying there naked, her eyes closed
and her blonde hair streaming across the pillow in a swirl of
gold, her full, pink tipped breasts rising and falling rapidly
from her heavy breathing, her satiny skin giving sensuously
beneath his exploring fingers, he could think of nothing else.
The hot musky smell of her aroused pussy filled his nostrils, and
looking down, he saw that her blonde pussy curls were darkening as
her ready secretions bubbled from up inside her vagina. He
withdrew his finger from her pussy-hole, gleaming with cunt-
juices. He slid the slippery digit up and down her heated pink
slit, pressing hard on her tiny, half-hidden clitoris, wanting to
make her jump.
Why doesn't she react? he thought for the hundredth time.
Hell, most women, if he did to them what he was doing to his wife,
would come half off the bed. But she lay there, eyes tightly
closed, controlling herself, the only evidence of her arousal, the
deep flush on her lovely face and her telltale breathing.
Why doesn't she just let it out; he thought. Oh, hell, we
can't prosy for miracles, and not wasting any more of his valuable
time, Jack seized his hard, ready cock in one hand and scrambled
between his wife's sleek, wide-spread thighs. He worked the
swollen tip up an inch or two into Pam's tight vaginal opening and
then, when he sensed the first part of the shaft was wet enough,
slowly slid it the rest of the way up inside. As her hot slick
tunnel closed around his throbbing penis, Jack couldn't help
moaning. Well, one of as Is getting something out of this, he
thought bitterly.
What he couldn't know is that, deep inside her body, Pam was
experiencing a full range of sexual delight---right up to the
point where it threatened to snap her iron control, and then she
would clamp down, holding her reaction inside where it was safe.
Behind her closed eyes she was in a dream-world of sensual
ecstasy, her whole body thrilling to every movement of Jack's
rigid cock inside her eagerly accepting cunt. A vague fear that
if she let her tremendous inner response show on the outside, she
would somehow be punished for it constantly, Pam held back from
acceptance of the full possibilities of sex. She had orgasms,
quiet orgasms that happened somewhere inside herself, in a vaguely
defined area near her genitals, but it was a private thing that
she kept to herself, afraid to let it show in the fear that it
might be taken away from her. One was building now, a growing
pressure that she knew how to defuse, so that instead of exploding
the way it had done that first time when Jack had thrust his
finger into her unexpecting vagina so long before, it would wash
over her nerve ends in a controlled wave of pleasure. The closer
to orgasm she got, the stiller her body became on the outside.
Raising himself up on stiffened arms, Jack stared down at his
lovely wife. Christ, what's happening? he thought as she grew
completely still beneath him. Did I do something to turn her off?
Redoubling his efforts, he watched his long thick cock flashing in
and out of Pam's cunt, moving the soft flesh with each hard
stroke, wet and glistening with her hot inner juices, her soaked
blonde pubic tendrils clinging wetly to the gleaming white shaft.
I feel like I'm doing this all by myself, he thought bitterly.
An innate desire for power, the same force that drove him at
work, made Jack want to force a reaction from his wife. He stared
again at where his cock was burying itself rhythmically and,
apparently, unavailingly in Pam's seemingly unresponsive cunt.
Only her copiously flowing cuntal juices gave evidence that her
body knew that he was there at all. Desperate, Jack suddenly tore
his cock from Pam's vagina, and glared down at her sex-slippery
loins.
Christ, she s so beautiful! he thought, his gaze lingering
over her softly curved hips and thighs. He ran one hand lovingly
over her fleshy outer pussy lips, slipping the edge of it inside
the hot wet valley between, opening her inner depths to his gaze.
He saw at once that Pam's normally button-like clitoris had
swollen larger during their love-making and now stood up
tremblingly, like a miniature penis.
I know what the hell she needs! Jack thought excitedly, and
without any more hesitation he bent forward and buried his head
between his wife's obediently open thighs, taking her erect
clitoris between his lips and sucking hard on its tiny sensitive
shaft.
There was one long moment when Pam made no response at all.
She was far away, letting her husband's gratifyingly hard penis
bring her closer and closer to inner orgasmic release. She was
trembling on the edge, about to let herself drift away on a tide
of inner bliss, when she felt Jack unaccountably jerk his cock out
of her vagina She waited, confused, and then felt his hand probing
uncomfortably hard at her genitals. Holding her breath, not
wanting to break her mood of inner ecstasy, Pam said nothing, but
a moment later she felt his bristly cheeks against the inside of
her sensitive thighs and then something hot and wet was moving
over her sex organs.
My God, he was licking and slavering at her genitals like an
animal!
With a feeling of sudden revulsion, Pam reached down and
tried to pry her husband's head from between her shuddering
thighs.
"Stop it!" she shrieked in horror. "Oh, God, Jack ...
don't!" She wrapped her fingers in his dark hair and tried to tug
his head free, at the same time struggling to close her straining
thighs.
Jack looked up in surprise. At first he had thought that Pam
had accepted his new and bold advance when she made no immediate
response. True, he'd never before gotten away with anything like
this with her, but there was always a first time. Maybe she was
growing up. When she began to struggle and cry out he thought she
was reacting in passion and felt that he had at last unlocked the
key to her sexuality. But quickly enough he realized she was
begging him to stop, and her painful tugging at his hair left him
little choice.
"What the fuck's the matter with you?" he spluttered, his
face glistening obscenely with her cunt-juices. Pam's eyes were
wide and filled with horror.
"Oh, Jack ... How could you do such a horrible thing?" she
managed to gasp.
"What do you mean horrible thing?" he demanded angrily.
"Most girls would love to have their cunts eaten."
"I-It's disgusting!" Pam said with a shudder. "I-I think I'm
going to be sick."
"Sick?" Jack said with sudden rage, humiliated by Pam's
unexpected response. "You think you're going to be sick? Shit
... I'm the one who should be sick ... from the dead way you make
love. It's like making love to a corpse ... Sometimes I feel
like I'm jacking off ..." Insults that had been festering in him
for months began to bubble up from his guts and he had to make a
conscious effort to stop himself, knowing he was going too far.
The stricken look on Pam's face quickly sobered him, and he fell
silent, but he knew both he and Pam were far past the point of no
return. He had said things to her that no woman could for give.
He felt an overwhelming urge to get out of the bedroom and out of
their goddamn new dream-house. He wanted to go to the office and
to its endless conspiracies and counter-conspiracies, a world he
knew much better than this hopeless attempt to understand his
beautiful but fucked-up wife.
With a smothered curse he rolled off the bed and stalked into
the bathroom. He barely took time to wash and shave, and when he
came back into the bedroom, Pam was still lying where he had left
her, staring blankly up at the ceiling. Thank God there are no
tears, he told himself, but sensed it might have been less ominous
if there were. Pam still hadn't moved when he finally strode from
the room and left the house.
As soon as she heard the front door slam, Pam began to cry.
She lay there for a half-hour, the tears streaming down her grief-
distorted face. The open break had finally come, the one she had
dreaded, and now their sexual differences lay out in the open, no
longer a silent wall of misunderstanding, but naked and
threatening, like an unexploded artillery shell.
Well, maybe Its better, she thought. Now at least we have
something concrete to deal with. As she remembered what had
happened, Pam began to get angry.
So he thinks I'm a corpse, she thought bitterly. Just
because I don't want to make love the same way he does! With a
shudder she thought back to what he hat tried to do to her. Ugh!
Filthy! Revolting! Disgusting! she thought in revulsion. She
knew that what he wanted was wrong ... depraved ... and how could
he insist that she join him in such a disgusting act? She
remembered how she had looked up in horror to find his head buried
between her thighs and the horrible sounds as he licked and sucked
at her violated genitals. And he'd had the gall to shout at her
when he was the one who should have been ashamed!
Well, she'd show him! There would be no more sex from her
until he begged her pardon!
Pam buried her deeper misgivings under this new resolve, but
almost immediately a practical problem arose. What about herself?
Wouldn't she be punishing herself, too, if she refused to make
love? Despite the limitations on her outward sexual reactions,
Pam had grown to love it. Since a year before their marriage, she
and Jack had been making love regularly, although it had begun to
happen less and less frequently in the last few months. This
morning she had been really horny, she admitted to herself, and
she was even hornier now, since Jack had cheated her of her orgasm
with his disgusting behavior.
"I'll do it myself!" she said aloud with sudden resolution,
and then stood, shocked by her own daring. Could she do it?
Could she ... masturbate? The word frightened her. Wasn't it as
bad as what Jack had tried to do to her this morning? Well, maybe
not, she thought. After all, Jack puts his finger in me all the
time. It's certainly better than ... and she shuddered as she
thought of someone putting his mouth to a wet, hairy, quivering
cunt.
And I can control it myself, Pam continued to think
excitedly. I won't expect any more than I have to give! With
these last thoughts Pam cut off the debate. She had made up her
mind and she would stick by it!
Well, where do we start? she asked herself, and looked
apprehensively down to where her tufted blonde pubic hair peeked
out from between her thighs. Timidly she reached down with one
hand and ran her finger the length of her vaginal slit. She felt
an instant spasm of answering pleasure, but at the same time
became aware that her pussy was still wet and slippery, not only
with her own slick lubricants but also with Jack's saliva.
"Ugh," she said to herself and decided the first thing she
would do was take a bath. Half-prude, half-libertine, the young
housewife slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom. When she
saw her husband's shaving equipment spread haphazardly over the
sink where he had left it in his haste, she had to stifle a sob.
But she vowed to go ahead with her plan, being far too young and
headstrong to make the attempt to meet Jack half-way. She knew
that she was right in her belief that certain kinds of sex were
inexcusably wrong and there was no way she could coerce her mind
into accepting them. She would persevere.
Pam ran a tub full of water, carefully keeping her mind away
from what had happened this morning and what she intended to do.
As soon as she got out of the bath she would ... There were no
clear pictures in her mind of how one masturbated, but she would
learn, and ... a look of hope came over her face.
Maybe she could teach herself to be more like Jack wanted.
Less like a corpse.
Now that she had removed her aims further from the dangerous
realms of self-gratification, the young blonde felt more at ease
with her earlier decision. Yes, she would teach herself, learn to
be less inhibited. Maybe by herself, with no one else involved, it
would be easier.
Slipping into the water, Pam gratefully lay back and relaxed.
How good the water feels, she thought. How sensuous. Letting the
water lull her tensions, Pam gradually made herself become aware
of her body. Her skin was warm, all except the tips of her
breasts which jutted up above the water's surface. Without
thinking, she blew on her nipples and the little pink buds
instantly began to harden under the rush of cool air.
"Mmmm," Pam sighed and shivered with delight. Instantly her
hands reached up and began to stroke her own breasts, paying
particular attention to the quiveringly erect nipples, tweaking
and rolling their pink hardness between her thumbs and
forefingers. Pam found her eyes closing automatically and forced
them back open, so she could see herself touching her own body.
Totally absorbed in what she was doing, she forgot to be self-
conscious, and found that watching what was happening added to her
excitement.
As she stroked her breasts, her legs began to move in
sympathy, writhing slowly under the water as the dreamy eyed young
girl rubbed delight into her passionately swelling twin mounds.
Slightly out of breath now, Pam began to rub her thighs together,
trying to put pressure on her hidden pussy. But she kept slipping
further down in the tub, and had to take her hands from her
breasts to prop herself back up again.
Shall I do it now? she asked herself breathlessly. One hand
was under the water, trailing undecidedly over her water-slippery
thigh, only inches away from where her cunt wavered and shimmered
through the shifting water.
With a groan of decision, Pam lay back in the tub, her head
propped up on the edge. Parting her long, graceful legs, she
eagerly ran one hand down the silky inside of one thigh until it
was groping at the edge of her pussy. Holding her breath, Pam
gently inserted the tip of one finger up into her waiting hungry
slit and sought out her tiny clitoral button. She pressed hard.
Pam's head thudded back against the edge of the tub as a hot
wave of lust shot through her loins, switched on by her probing
finger. Her mouth opened, gasping for more air and for a moment
Pam was unable to move, amazed at the intensity of the feeling she
could wring from her own body.
Why? she thought in confusion. Why Is it so much stronger
now? Anticipating her own reactions, Pam was able to short-
circuit the automatic defenses that had always protected her from
reacting too much to her husband's touch. Trusting herself,
knowing that the whole operation was safe, under her own control,
Pam continued to titillate her throbbingly erect clitoris,
fingering delight into her body. She continued to lie back, her
only outward reaction, sudden tremors convulsing her muscles from
time to time when she touched a particularly sensitive place.
She knew she could cum this way, just from her clitoris, but
this, her first time, Pam wanted to feel her fingers in her
vagina. Regretfully pulling her hand away from her almost
painfully erect clitoris, Pam sought out her vaginal opening,
clumsily at first, having trouble working her finger inside
because the bath water was washing away her lubricating oils as
fast as they collected. Finally she had her finger up inside,
exploring her own inner terrain, fascinated by the muscular
resilience of her vaginal passage. She tried to move her finger
in and out, the way Jack's cock did, but it was hard for her to
get the rhythm. Each time she tried, the answering ecstasy in her
stretched pussy so confused and weakened her that she had to stop
and catch her breath.
And she began to wonder if she would be able to satisfy
herself. Compared to Jack's thick cock, her finger was
ridiculously small and thin. She wormed in another finger' and
the added thickness stretched the vaginal opening gratifyingly,
but try as she might, they were lust too short to reach far enough
inside. The frustrated young wife was just about to admit defeat
and go back go to pummeling her patiently waiting clitoris, when
her eyes lit up.
Hanging from a bracket on the wall above the tub was some
special soap that Jack used. It came on a stick---a long lumpy
cylinder of smooth soap that looked for all the world like a
battered penis.
Panting softly, Pam stared at the suddenly obscene object for
several seconds. Only a few minutes before, the cautious young
blonde would never have entertained the lurid intention that now
dominated her mind. But by now she was so aroused from her
unsuccessful finger-fucking that she was willing to try anything.
Doubting that she could make herself cum with just her own
fingers, and wanting, needing to cum, Pam impulsively reached up
and took the long cylindrical stick of soap down from its peg.
Eagerly she plunged it underneath the water, watching it
shimmer and change shape as it approached her gaping pussy-hole.
Holding her breath, she maneuvered the blunt tip into her ready
opening, and then, with a grunt, rammed it up Inside. The soap
slid home effortlessly, becoming slippery as it melted, and in an
instant Pam was completely impaled on its knobby shaft.
Staring stupidly down at the several inches of soap that
still protruded from her suddenly filled cunt, it took Pam several
seconds to realize fully what she'd done. God, I'm fucking myself
with Jack's soap-stick! her mind screamed out. Is this any better
than what I wouldn't let him do to me? She wanted to tear the
obscene dildo from her vagina, but the very obscenity of what she
was doing, the sight of that ugly inanimate object jutting lewdly
back out of her wide-open cunt sent a shiver of pleasure up Pam's
spine. How can there be anything wrong when I'm doing it to
myself? she reasoned, and feeling how the long slippery shaft was
stretching her open inside, she suddenly grabbed the handle and
began to slither it in and out of her gaping cunt.
"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned quietly, the first sound she had ever
remembered making when sexually aroused. For an instant she
wondered if her battle to remain silent while the sailor painfully
deflowered her had anything to do with it, but by then she didn't
care. Bracing her feet against the end of the tub so that she
wouldn't lose her balance, Pam seized the end of the stick with
both hands and began to ram it in harder, stretching her vagina as
much as she could, bringing herself to the threshold of pain and
then backing off slightly. She experimented, twisting the long
slippery soap her sideways, rotating it, tantalizing herself by
holding the greasy dildo poised, right at the opening to her
obscenely delighted cunt, making her quaking insides wait, and
then ramming it suddenly up inside as far as it would go.
She tried to watch its every move as it slithered in and out
of her wildly reacting pussy, but as her motion increased and the
soap melted, the whole lower part of her body became lost in a
lather of soap bubbles.
"Ah, well, cleanliness is next to Godliness," she managed to
choke out just before she came. She could actually feel her
orgasm starting, located somewhere far up inside, near where the
end of the soap-stick pounded against the tight opening to her
womb. She hung on the edge, and she knew that with the right
effort she could change the impending explosion to the same safe,
mild, satisfying inner release that she permitted herself with
Jack.
But with a choked moan she gripped the soap stick hard and
rammed it as far up inside as it would go, puncturing the edge of
her orgasm, letting it loose to ravage her suddenly helpless body.
Holding tight to the slippery shaft, Pam held it inside while her
legs kicked out spasmodically and her back arched, throwing her
head back so that the tendons in her neck stood out like cables.
She made no sound other than a choking rattle deep in her throat.
Her stomach muscles stood out in a hard ridge-line, tight drawn,
as an awesome battle raged far up inside the amazed young blonde's
shuddering belly. The slippery evidence of her orgasmic upheaval
began to join the soap suds on the surface of the water as her
cuntal muscles spasmed rhythmically, expelling her inner juices.
Pam hung for a moment, every nerve and muscle straining, and
then collapsed back into the water---limp---her orgasm over.
Nervously her hands fell away from her body, trying to prop
herself up, but for a few seconds she was too stunned to move.
My God! she thought, I never knew it could be like that!
It wasn't until she tried to stand up in the tub that Pam
remembered that the soap stick was still embedded in her cunt.
Blushing with embarrassment, she slowly drew it out, feeling her
vagina contract in one last gentle spasm as the long slender
instrument slid tantalizingly over its tender inner surface. Now
that it was over, Pam was ashamed of what she had done, imagining
how she would have looked to someone else, lost in her shameless
passion as she rammed an unfeeling length of slippery soap in and
out of her own vagina.
But, God, it felt good! she thought, and wondered what it was
that kept her from feeling that way with Jack. She knew that that
was what he expected, but when she tried to visualize herself,
abandoned to such ultimate passion at the hands of her husband, or
of anyone else, she felt a familiar queasiness in the pit of her
stomach. No, this had worked out so well today because she was
alone. She'd never be able to let another person see her display
such shameless passion. It just didn't seem right. Why couldn't
Jack accept her the way she was, Pam thought unhappily as she
slowly toweled herself dry, careful to keep her hands away from
her satiated genitals.
* * *
Jack's temper was still smoldering when he reached the
office, but he reined it in sharply as soon as he went in the
door. Don't want to make a bad impression, he thought, instantly
on his guard as he always was, here in the battleground. He
smiled at the receptionist, smiled at his secretary, and even
smiled at Harry Steers, whom he hated and feared. Harry was his
main competition for the promotion to vice-president. Ducking
into his private office he sat at his desk and tried to get his
thoughts under control.
What the hell's the matter with that girl? he thought. With
resentment he remembered how she had pushed him away in the
morning, and called him disgusting. He doubted that Anna Collins
would think him disgusting if he ate her pussy. She looked like
she was ready for anything.
Anna! he thought excitedly. Maybe she'll come in looking for
work today! How easy it was to forget his troubles with Pam by
thinking about Anna. He was sure from the way she had looked at
him last night that she was available. And he wanted her! Jack
spent several seconds imagining what it would be like to make love
to Anna, and what she would look like naked, sprawled out on a
bed, her legs spread invitingly open, waiting for him ...
But what about Pam? Pam was still his wife. When Jack had
first decided to marry her, back in college, he'd done so for many
reasons. She was beautiful, of course, and they loved one
another, whatever that was, but most of all, Jack had seen Pam as
an investment, a necessary adjunct to further his career. With
her looks and her good breeding and her quiet manner, she would be
just the kind of wife that would impress both employers and
clients. She had seemed docile enough so that he would never have
trouble getting her to do what he wanted, or so it seemed then.
For the past several months she had been displaying an irritating
independence that Jack interpreted as obstructionism. And now,
this miserable sex mess!
Jack was angry at himself that he should be bothered by Pam's
inability to respond adequately to his sexual desires. He should
be above that kind of thing, he thought, but there it was. Every
time he saw her marvelous naked body, something seemed to snap in
him and he wanted to possess her, dominate her, wallow in her
lovely nude flesh!
It irritated Jack to admit he was human, but there was no use
in denying his need for sex. Still, if the situation with Pam
didn't improve, their marriage might be in trouble, and that would
be a disaster. J.B. didn't approve of divorce, and if he and Pam
split up, he could kiss the vice-presidency good-bye. And Pam,
too. She mattered to him, as much as anyone could.
Bat maybe there's a way out, he mused. Anna Collins! If he
were to have an affair with her, then maybe everything would be
all right. With Anna to satisfy his sexual needs, not only would
he feel less tense, but the pressure would be off Pam, too ... as
long as she never found out.
Automatically Jack began to wonder how much Anna would cost.
To him, everything and everyone had its price, and he preferred it
that way. If you paid, then you had control over what you were
getting, and Jack always felt helpless unless he had control.
Anna might cost money or she might cost other things---less
tangible---such as demanding affection or too much of his valuable
time. Jack hoped she would opt for money. Or maybe she'd even
settle for his getting her a job!
Jack was in a much better mood by the time he came out of his
office. He walked into the outer office carrying some papers. He
had no idea what was on them, but it was one of his rules to
always have something in his hand around the office, then, no
matter whether he was fucking off or not, it at least looked like
he was doing something. Jack was a master of office guerrilla
warfare, which had been the main reason for his rapid advancement.
Jack had come out of his office for a reason. It was eight-
thirty, and every day, exactly at eight-thirty, J.B., the boss,
came in the front door. Jack liked to be the first one to greet
him. As usual, he was exactly on time, a little man, in his late-
sixties, dried up, with a sour, shriveled face. He carried his
inevitable brown paper bag, which always contained the same thing-
--an egg-salad sandwich he'd made himself and a package of potato
chips. J.B. was a miser, and never spent a nickel he didn't have
to.
Old bastard must be worth at least ten million bucks, Jack
thought sarcastically, looking at the paper bag. If I had his
money, it'd be caviar and champagne for lunch every day. Aloud he
said ... "Good morning, J.B., have a good trip in?" J.B. rode the
bus. Not bothering to reply to Jack's greeting, the little man
immediately launched into a violent attack on the public
transportation system, seeming to forget that a few months before
he'd just as bitterly used all his considerable influence with
local government to help defeat a proposed tax on business to
improve the local bus service.
Jack despised ].B., but his manner never betrayed it. He was
attentive to the little man, flattering him when he thought that
that was what he wanted, and on rare occasions disagreeing with
him when he suspected that J.B. wasn't too sure about something
and wanted his mind changed. He had come to view Jack as a bright
young man of independence and character who shared the right
views---his views. Jack felt that as long as he could keep his
boss thinking that way, his future in the company was assured, and
he spent as much energy researching the little tyrant's moods,
prejudices and needs as he spent actually doing his job. It paid
off much better than hard work.
"Phone call for you, Mr. Hollister," his secretary said.
Jack excused himself and went to answer the phone.
"Hello, Jack," Anna Collins' throaty purr buzzed from the
receiver. Jack felt his blood boil at the way she had said his
name. He knew be hadn't been imagining things last night!
"Hi, Anna, what can I do for you?"
"You don't know? Don't tell me you've already forgotten the
job you and Max were talking about."
"Of course I remember," Jack responded with a laugh. "But I
thought you were going to come to the office."
"I am, but I thought I'd better get an appointment first.
Max said you looked like a busy man."
"Not too busy for you, Anna. Why don't you come in, say ..."
he looked down at his desk calendar to see when he was free, "...
about eleven o'clock. Or make it eleven-forty-five, and we can
have lunch."
"Fine, I'll be there, but I might as well warn you ... I have
a big appetite."
"I thought you might," he said, making his voice suggestive.
"You strike me as the kind of girl it would take a lot to satisfy.
"Oh, how nice," she said with a sultry laugh. "We've only
just met and you're already beginning to understand me."
When Jack put the phone down, he was surprised to find that
his hands were wet with perspiration. God, that woman blows my
mind ... even over the phone! he thought shakily. It all looked
like it was going to be easy, maybe too easy. He wasn't used to
ripe plums like Anna falling into his lap without a lot of hard
scheming and plotting. There was something strange here.
For one thing, what the hell was Max to Anna? Jack hadn't
bought that bit about Max being her uncle ... no, that was a lie.
But why? They were undoubtedly fucking---Jack could tell by the
way they looked at one another. Not like lovers, to be sure---
there was a lot of bad feeling between the two---but like a man
and woman who knew one another's bodies.
Sure, that s it! Jack thought in triumph. The old bastard's
keeping her and he can't get it up often enough. She's horny, and
she knows where to come to get it! Smugly, Jack settled for his
ego-building answer, conveniently forgetting that it was Max who
had first asked about the job for Anna.
Jack jittered away the rest of the morning, impatiently
waiting for Anna to show up. He knew that at eleven-thirty the
boss shut himself up in his office to eat his meager lunch alone.
Jack didn't want him to see Anna, not before she was hired. J.B.
was, on the surface, a vicious prude. Jack knew he would have to
warn Anna about what she could wear in front of the old man. He
railed and ranted about the deteriorating morals of the younger
generation, and more than one surprised girl had been fired on the
spot for coming to work in what J.B. thought was indecorous
attire. The same held true for the male employees. Even the
slightest suspicion of scandal, and they were out the door. It
had been discovered that one compromising young account executive
had spent the entire night at a girl's apartment, and he was
fired.
But there were other reasons why Jack didn't want the boss to
see Anna until he had installed her in a safe niche. Like most
other violently vocal pillars of rectitude, J.B. was a hypocrite.
He used his fulmination's to cover up, partly to himself, the fact
that he was a lecher of the lowest order. His desk drawers bulged
with pornographic pictures---Jack had found them one day when the
boss was out of the office and had forgotten to lock his door.
And it was fairly common knowledge among the higher staff members
that the old man regularly used the still-attractive body of Jack
Holme's wife. Jack was the senior vice-president, and no one
doubted what kept him in that position. If J.B. got a good look
at Anna too early in the game, then Jack would be pushed right out
of the picture.
But, he thought, if he played his cards right, Anna might be
of use to him right there in the office. If she and he got it on,
and reached the right kind of understanding, then he wouldn't care
if the old man got to her. In fact, Anna might be invaluable to
him, bringing him privileged bedroom information, right from the
old goat's mouth. He doubted if J.B. could get it up often enough
to seriously cut into his time with Anna. And maybe between them,
they might get that nasty old fart over a barrel and both make the
big time.
I'm counting my chickens a little too early, Jack warned
himself. Shit, maybe she does only want a job! But he doubted
it. There hadn't been much doubt about her approach to him so
far.
At eleven-forty-five, Jack walked out the door and met Anna
coming in. "I'm starved," he said, not giving her a chance to go
in. "Let's eat."
He took her to a discrete little restaurant, dimly lit, with
secluded booths that made it unlikely that they'd be seen
together, not because it was strictly necessary, but because Jack
wanted Anna to get into the habit. If everything went well,
they'd have a lot of times like this together, and there were
people, like Pam and the boss ... and that fucking Harry Steers,
who must never know. Shit ... Harry would run straight to J.B.
The lunch went like a dream. Anna kept her eyes fastened
insolently on Jack, and to his chagrin, he began to get an
erection as he stared back at her lush dark beauty. He was glad
that the restaurant was dark.
How different she is from Pam, he thought excitedly,
comparing her smoky, sultry loveliness with his wife's bright
golden beauty. What a lucky man, I'd be to be fucking the both of
them, he thought in awe. Too bad I'd never be able to get them in
the some bed together. What a circus that would be.
"My department budget permits me to hire another girl," Jack
explained to Anna when they had finished eating. "The pay's not
the best in the world but then, you won't kill yourself working,
either." He let his voice grow more confidential. "And there may
be little extras coming your way from time to time ... like good
dinners, for instance."
For Christ's sake, this guy is incredible! Anna thought in
amusement. He's used to dealing with dumb little blondes right
out of high school. Her earlier interest in Jack began to change
into a mild contempt. She'd met his kind before; cold young men
on the way up, engrossed with themselves and their all-important
careers, never imagining that there might be other people who
couldn't be bought by the cheap trinkets they offered. This boy's
a real amateur, she said to herself, but he's got a good body.
Yes, she'd do what Max had ordered her to---she hardly had a
choice, anyhow---and she might as well enjoy herself on the road.
She'd make sure this young moral zero gave her the kind of fucking
she hadn't had for a long time. Anna mentality wrinkled her nose
as she thought about the short, sharp, and brutal fuckings she got
from Max. He'd been a lot better at first, but was now obviously
bored with her. He just used her as an instrument to work off his
need to hurt.
Anna liked people but she had no illusions as to the kind of
human relations that went on in big business and big government.
There was a whole breed of eager young executives who'd walk over
their grandmother to gain the power and influence they craved, and
she was having lunch with one now. She felt sorry for his wife.
But Anna played her part well. Knowing what she had to do,
and hating it, she threw enough half-veiled sex-signals to Jack to
rattle him for the rest of the day. Sensing Jack's ever-
increasing desire to make love to her, Anna put him off, turning
down an invitation to dinner that night. She knew if she played
him long enough, he would be eating out of her hand in no time.
That might be valuable to her in case of a confrontation with Max.
Allies, even allies bought with sex, could sometimes make the
difference between defeat and survival.
So Jack went back to the office, faintly uncomfortable,
vaguely realizing that somewhere in the course of the meal he'd
lost the initiative with Anna. His instincts told him to forget
about her, that he was putting himself in the way of a forceful
personality he couldn't control, but at the same time, the image
of Anna's twin rounded hemispheres of lush breast, spilling out of
her low-cut dress, burned in his brain, inflaming his nerves and
filling his whole being with lust. He knew she was going to sleep
with him---they'd all but arranged it at lunch. Only the place
and time remained to be filled in and, by God, he'd do it!
Damn the consequences.
Anna took her time getting home. Max didn't let her out of
the house by herself very often, so she amused herself window-
shopping and leisurely studying the people on the busy streets.
How different life could be! she thought bitterly as she
watched a young woman walking breezily down the street, humming
happily to herself, obviously her own mistress, free to go where
she wanted to and associate with whom she wished. Anna stopped
before a travel office and stared for a long time at the brightly
colored posters, advertising trips to the Mediterranean, the
Caribbean, Europe, South America. She had traveled when she was
younger, just out of school, and had loved it. For more than
three years she had lived and worked overseas, immersing herself
in alien customs and languages, thrilling to that peculiar type of
freedom that comes from being a foreigner in other peoples' lands,
free of their native cares and obligations, but able to enjoy the
best that land can offer.
God, I'd love to go back! she thought in near despair. But
I'm a slave, a slave in late-twentieth-century America, a slave to
that miserable bastard, Max Flaherty!
It had happened almost a year ago. She had been to visit her
father, and found him in an angry shouting match with a man she
had never seen before---Max Flaherty. The man left and the
incident had faded from her mind. Then one day Max had showed up
at her apartment saying he had a proposition for her. He made it
short and simple. He told her he had enough on her father to hang
him, not figuratively but literally. He showed her papers and
documents that connected her father to an old crime, a murder that
had taken place nearly twenty years before. He'd turn her father
over to the police, unless ...
Ten minutes later, after futilely pleading for him to change
his mind and leave her and her father alone, Anna was lying naked
under Max's heavy sweating body while he brutally fucked her.
And, of course, it didn't stop with that one time. He came
back again and again, and every time that Anna submitted to him,
the next time came easier. Finally, he had ordered her to move
into a house with him, the one they were living in now. Anna was
glad that they were half-way across the country from her own home.
She was horrified at the thought of her father finding out she was
with Max. She knew he'd demand that she stop it, and even go to
the authorities and turn himself in, if that would free her of
Max.
Anna loved her father---he was all she'd ever had since her
mother died when Anna was still a baby. She never told him she
knew about the murder in his past---she knew he would be ashamed
before her from then on. So she stayed with Max, putting up with
his crudities, letting him use her body as he wanted to, and
hoping that somehow the whole nightmare would go away.
Max had money, and she had to admit that for the most part,
her life was physically comfortable. And sometimes he was even
good to her, in his own way, including her in his brutal sense of
humor, treating her as a confidante.
But he had clearly begun to grow tired of her a couple of
months before. That was what Anna had hoped for, trusting that he
would eventually throw her out, bored with the ease with which he
could claim her body and the lack of any genuine participation on
her part. But now she was sickened by what he wanted her to do---
to use her as an entree into Pam Hollister's bed. Clearly, even
if he was bored with her, he wasn't about to let her go. Slaves
were hard to come by nowadays, and she knew she'd be used until
there was nothing of her left.
Despair had made Anna bitter by the time she walked back in
the door of Max's house.
"Where the fuck you been?" he demanded angrily, glancing at
his watch. "I told you, no fucking around with that young punk
until I give the word."
"For Christ's sake, get off my back, Max," she snapped back.
"We haven't even been holding hands. I'll do your fucking dirty
work for you, but I don't want to catch shit for it every ten
minutes."
"Well, well, aren't we independent," Max said in mock
surprise. "Don't tell me the troops are about to revolt!"
Anna tensed. When Max seemed the most pleasant he was often
at his deadliest. "Okay, now what happened? Did you get the job?
"Of course," Anna said tiredly. "He was too busy staring at
my tits to think of saying no."
"I get the impression you don't like him."
"If there was something to like, I might. He's good-looking
enough. But there's nothing under that neat, clean exterior but
pure greed."
"Good, they're the easiest kind," Max said with a laugh.
"And when do you think the mating will take place?"
Anna flinched at the cavalier way that Max was disposing of
her body. Just like a slave, she thought. "He says there's going
to be a big company party in about two or three days. That sounds
like the best time. People go a little out of their heads at
those things."
"You've done a good job, Anna," Max said good-humoredly.
"You deserve a reward."
"The only reward I want is a way out of this mess," Anna
snapped.
"Maybe you'll get it," Max replied.
"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly wary.
"If you keep playing ball with me, I might let you go. What
would you say to my giving you that evidence I have against dear
old Dad?"
"You've said that before," Anna said bitterly. "Are you
playing with me again, because if you are ...
"You'll never know for sure, will you?" Max said with an evil
grin. "But you can't take the chance. I promise you, some day
you'll bore me so much I'll toss all those incriminating documents
in your lap, and you can split. You can count on that---you just
don't know when. So you keep playing ball with old Max, and
everything'll turn out ale right."
Does he mean it? Anna agonized. Is this just another of his
sadistic games? Hatred boiled up in Anna's heart. Someday he'll
go too far, and then ... Some of her hatred spilled over onto her
father, and Anna was filled with a bitter resentment that an act
of his could have put her in this predicament. Maybe she should
face him, have it out, but she was afraid. Afraid of how she
would hurt him, and afraid that he might do something desperate to
free her that would end up with his own destruction.
"Okay, Max," she said tiredly. "You hold all the cards ...
for now. I'll keep dancing to your music."
"Atta girl," Max chortled. "But just to make sure you mean
it, I'm gonna test you."
Oh, Christ, now what? Anna thought apprehensively as she
watched Max go to the far side of the room and sit in a chair.
"Okay, baby, take off your clothes," Max ordered good-
naturedly.
"Don't you have any imagination, Max," Anna asked
disgustedly. She began to strip off her dress, trying to put as
little seductiveness into it as possible. She'd be damned if
she'd give Max any kicks she didn't have to. Her clothes came off
easily---she wasn't wearing many. The light summer dress went
first, the one that Jack Hollister had been so eagerly staring
down. Underneath it she was wearing only a bra, panties, and long
sheer stockings held up by a garter belt. She took off the bra
and her large, shapely breasts swung free, the nipples hardening
slightly as soon as the cooler air touched them. To her disgust
she saw that Max was massaging his big cock into hardness through
the material of his pants while lecherously watching her undress.
She was bending down to take off her garter belt when he stopped
her.
"No, leave it on," he ordered. "Just unhook it so you can
take off your panties, and then snap it back up again." Anna
hesitated, and then shrugged. Well, it takes all kinds, she
thought. She did as he asked, and a few moments later was
standing dressed only in her garter belt and stockings. Her curly
brown pubic hair showed obscenely underneath the elastic and
straps of the garter belt, and she felt more naked than if she'd
taken everything off.
"Mmmmm, mmmmm, downright nice," Max murmured. Anna could see
that his awakening penis had formed a huge bulge in his pants.
Max saw where she was looking and smiled. "Glad you noticed that,
Anna, because you're gonna suck it off."
Anna flinched when she heard this. She'd sucked cock lots of
times in her experience-packed life, and loved it---anybody but
Max's. She loathed the ultimate humiliation of having her hated
tormentor shoot his searing hot load of sperm into her mouth.
But what choice did she have? Like he said, if she were nice
to him, maybe he'd give her back those documents. She started to
walk across the room to get it over with.
"Hold it!" Max said sharply. She stopped, confused.
"I want you to crawl over to me ... on your hands and knees,"
he said with a sneer.
"Max, you can go fuck yourself," she snapped back.
"SHADDUP!" he roared suddenly. "That's just the attitude we
have to do something about. Now, you gave me a lot of lip last
night, and a lot of lip when you came home this afternoon. We
gotta purge that fucking pride out of you ... give you a dose of
Christian humility. So, down on your knees ... NOW ... and get
your ass over here!"
Anna hesitated, hating him, but then sullenly knelt down and
started to walk over to Max on her knees.
"No!" he ordered. "Crawl!"
Getting down on all fours, Anna crawled over to Max, stopping
when her head was even with his knees. He parted them into a big
vee.
"Right up to my cock," he ordered.
She moved in between his knees until her face was only inches
away from the awesome bulge in his pants.
"Okay, wise-ass cunt. Unzip my pants and fish it out.
Her cheeks burning with shame and rage, Anna raised one hand
and quickly opened Max's fly. Reaching in, she fumbled through
his shorts until her hand made contact with his naked cock
beneath. My God, it's hot! she thought as she began to tug it out
through the narrow opening in his pants.
"Ow, take it easy!" Max growled. "You're gonna bust the damn
thing in two." A moment later his huge organ had burst free of
the confining material and lay in her hand, thrusting obscenely up
from his loins, surrounded by a frieze of his bristling pubic
hair.
"Pump on it awhile," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse now
that her hand was wrapped around his eagerly throbbing organ.
Anna began to slide the heavy outer skin up and down the iron-hard
core, with little interest at first, but then more and more
quickly as she saw his disapproving look.
"Oh, Christ!" he moaned. "I feel like I'm gonna pop my nuts
already. Slow down for a minute."
Anna bit her lips in irritation. Too bad the big pig hadn't
shot off in her hand. It was a lot better than in her mouth. He
was close. His mammoth rod throbbed hotly against her palm, and a
single shining drop of sperm glistened at the swollen tip. Max
saw it, too.
"Lick it off," he ordered gleefully. "Wipe me clean with
your tongue."
Distastefully, Anna leaned forward and slithered her tongue
across the empurpled tip of Max's cock. Instantly her senses were
flooded with the salty tang of hot sperm. Seeing that Max was
relaxed, enjoying her debasement, she suddenly shot out her tongue
again and stabbed it sharply into the tender little opening on the
end, trying to make him cum.
"Aaaaggghhh," Max moaned loudly, at the same time violently
pushing her away from his twitching organ. "I said take it easy
for a minute!" he yelled.
"Just trying to make it good for you, boss," she said
sweetly, a hard glitter in her eyes. It took Max a moment to get
himself back under control.
"Okay, baby, it's ready. Take it in your mouth and suck it!"
He leaned back in the chair, his huge fleshy stalk standing above
his body like an evil weed.
Steeling herself, Anna leaned her head forward and placed her
mouth on the great organ. God, I forgot how big the damn thing
is, she thought in consternation. How will I get it all in my
mouth? She opened her lips as wide as she could, stretching them
painfully as she slipped them over the huge mushroom-shaped head.
She began to suck immediately, to take her mind off the obscene
picture she must make with this monstrous male penis jutting
disgustingly from her face.
"Oh, baby, you're getting the idea, but put the whole thing
in your mouth, not just the tip!" To illustrate his point, Max
reached forward and, tangling his hands in her thick dark hair,
pulled her head downward while at the same time he thrust his
loins up hard, ramming his thick stalk brutally into her surprised
face.
Anna started to gag as she felt the end of Max's swollen
organ invade the back of her oral cavity. She struggled for
control, afraid that she might strangle, and found to her relief
that she could take the whole hot throbbing cock into her mouth if
she half-swallowed it.
"Okay, baby, now suck it as if your life depended on it," Max
said. Still holding her by the hair, he began to force her mouth
up and down on his meaty shaft while he fucked his hairy loins up
into her face.
And Anna began to suck in earnest, wanting to get it over
with, wanting to make this disgusting man cum, even if it was into
her own mouth. Her well-trained throat muscles took over, opening
to admit Max's thrusting penis in to the hilt, and then closing
behind it as her tongue locked avidly around the slithering shaft.
She forgot for the moment who it was below her, forcing her into
this humiliating and degrading act, and did her best to bring the
hot sperm boiling up from the hairy balls still hidden inside his
pants.
Max looked down in delight as Anna slaved over his sensation-
filled cock. Her heavy dark hair fell forward around her lovely
face so that at times all he could see was the white shaft of his
aching cock disappearing into a shining brown nimbus. He jerked
her hair back, wanting to see the expression on her face,
delightedly searching for the signs of hate and rebellion he loved
to see there. But her face was blank, without feeling. Her eyes
stared glassily down the length of his throbbing fleshy staff, and
her cheeks hollowed and filled mechanically as she sucked. With a
snarl, Max rammed Anna's beautiful head down on his cock, wanting
to hurt her, but she took it easily, used to his enormous presence
in her mouth by now.
"Okay, bitch, suck harder," he snarled, trying to bait her
with his words. "Who taught you to suck cock, your grandmother?
Put some soul into it!" He let go of her hair with one hand and,
reaching down beneath her naked kneeling body, seized one of her
lush, magnificent breasts in his fingers, mauling it cruelly.
Anna automatically twisted away from the pain, but she kept on
sucking, harder and harder, knowing that it would be over in a
moment. Already she could feel Max's cock swelling larger and
larger in her mouth as his orgasm neared.
To make him cum faster, she reached inside his pants and,
cradling his drum-tight balls in her hand, began to squeeze them
rhythmically, at the same time dragging her nails tantalizingly
lower down, near his tightly clenched anus.
That did it! "OH, YOU FUCKING BITCH ... I'M GUMMING!" he
bellowed. "SUCK EVERY LAST DROP DOWN INTO YOUR BELLY, OR SO HELP
ME ..." His voice shut off in a strangled cry as the first hot
rush of semen burned its way up from his testicles below, and shot
the entire shuddering length of his monstrously swollen penis.
His head fell back helplessly and his fingers went rigid in Anna's
hair, clamping her head tightly to his spouting loins.
Anna felt Max's ready organ begin jerking in her avidly
sucking mouth and barely had time to prepare herself before the
first choking rush of sperm gushed into her straining mouth. She
swallowed madly, trying to clear her throat of the sticky hot
liquid before she choked, but there was too much. A thick stream
of it gushed obscenely out from where her tightly ovaled lips were
locked around the thick hair-strewn base of the twitching member.
With loathing she felt the slippery spicy fluid sliding down her
throat and into her stomach, but there was nothing else she could
do. Max's powerful hands in her hair held her imprisoned, and it
was either swallow or strangle.
Finally the last few jets of cum had spouted from Max's hard
hot organ and it was beginning to shrink in her mouth. He made no
resistance when she drew hack her head and the rapidly diminishing
cock slithered wetly from her cum-smeared lips and flopped
soddenly onto his pants leg. Anna knelt, trying to get her
breath, a long string of milky-white cum dangling from her chin.
Seeing Max leering at her, she quickly brushed it away, and then,
with a look of revulsion, got quickly to her feet and started
toward the bathroom.
"Hey, cunt, I want you to crawl out of here on your hands and
knees!" Max crowed after her. "Like the bitch you are!"
"Go fuck yourself," she muttered, the words coming thickly
from her semen-clogged throat.
Chapter 3
"This could be it, honey ... tonight could be it," Jack
Hollister said nervously, clutching the wheel tightly with both
hands. He and Pam were on their way to the annual company party.
"Why tonight?" Pam asked. Jack could barely make out her
features as she stared bemusedly out the windshield into the
lights of approaching cars. She was as far over on her own side
of the seat as she could get.
"It's got to be tonight!" Jack said explosively. "Old
Carstairs retires tomorrow and the vice-presidency will be open.
J.B. hates to have any loose ends around the office. And
besides," he added more thoughtfully, "he likes to drop bombshells
at these parties. It'll either be me or Harry Steers. The old
bastard would get a kick out of making the announcement and then
watch the loser trying to keep a poker face in front of the whole
staff."
"If you think your boss is such a horrible man, why do you
work for him?" Pam asked quietly.
"They're all that way," Jack said bitterly. "Every financial
company in town is run by some narrow bastard who clawed his way
up over a pile of bodies and then likes to step on the fingers of
anybody else who tries to make it over the top."
"And thinking that way, you still want to work in such a
business?" Pam asked. "What makes you think you would turn cut
any different than J.B.?"
Jack turned sharply, trying to make out the expression on
Pam's face. Was there contempt there? What kind of questions
were these, from a wife?
"Look, baby, I don't make the rules. It just happens to be
the only game in town, and if we want to live a decent life, we
have to play it!"
"Look out!" Pam said apprehensively.
Jack jerked the wheel to one side just in time to miss an
oncoming car. The angry wail of a horn faded away behind them.
Jack muttered a curse and stared bleakly out the windshield. Why,
on a night as important as this one, did Pam have to start being
difficult? She'd been a stranger ever since they moved into the
new house. He supposed it had something to do with that miserable
scene the other morning. They hadn't made love since then. On
top of everything else, I'm as horny as hell, Jack thought with
irritation. Cut off at home, he'd been trying to get Anna to go
out to dinner with him, hinting broadly at a long evening
together, but she'd kept putting him off. All day long he had to
look hungrily at her fabulous body around the office without
getting a chance to touch her.
"Okay, look, honey," he said wearily. "All I can say is that
a lot hangs on tonight, so try and be nice to J.B. He likes you."
Pam repressed a slight shudder. She'd only met her husband's
boss a couple of times before, and the way he stared at her body
made her flesh crawl. He looks so mock like a dried-up monkey,
she thought, hardly daring to imagine what he would look like
naked. He quite obviously liked to imagine what she would look
like naked!
* * *
The party was being held at the huge, rambling house that
J.B. had inherited from a relative. There was a rumor that the
old man had gotten the relative over a barrel in a financial deal
and then squeezed the property out of him. It was in character,
but no one knew for sure. The house was dark and gloomy, as if it
had been designed to suit its present owner. But it had a huge
drawing room, which could easily hold all the office staff. Jack
pulled up into the broad driveway and parked. There were already
several cars there.
When he and Pam went in, the first person he saw was Anna.
He had known she was going to be there, but it was still a slight
shock to suddenly have her in the same room as his wife. For the
past few days he'd been thinking of her as part of a personal
world, secret from Pam. He was still a little embarrassed to see
Pam's face light up when she saw Anna. Did his wife know he
intended to make love to her friend?
The three of them went the rest of the way in together, the
two women talking animatedly while Jack plodded silently beside
them, apparently all but forgotten. How come they like each other
so much? he asked himself. They should be deadly enemies. They
were still together when J.B. came into the room. The little
man's eyes glittered with interest as he stared at the two lovely
women with Jack. He actually licked his lips before walking, in
his nervous jerky way, up to them.
"Well, Hollister," he said in his raspy voice, "I see you're
enriching our party in the most delightful way." He was so short
that he seemed to be staring straight into Pam's lush rounded
breasts. In fact, for several seconds he didn't take his eyes
from their enticing contours. Pam started to blush and in a
moment her face was bright red.
"And who are you?" he asked Anna, switching his pop-eyed
stare to her breasts which, if anything, were even slightly larger
than Pam's
"I work for you," she said.
"Oh, indeed!" J.B. cast an inquiring glance at Jack. It was
his turn to blush. For the past few days he had been careful to
keep Anna out of the old man's way. He still wanted to get to her
first.
"This is Anna Collins, J.B. She just started a couple of
days ago."
"Well, well, a successful attempt to make the office a more
beautiful place," the old man beamed, not aware of Anna's annoyed
reaction.
Hey, you old bastard! she thought. I'm not a piece of
furniture. I'm a woman, a person! But on the surface she smiled.
Play the game, she told herself. Play it all the way.
"Hollister," J.B. said, putting one arm around Jack's
shoulder, and at the same time taking the liberty to do the same
with Pam, he started to walk them toward a table loaded with a
glittering array of bottles and glasses. Despite his tightness,
the old man loved good liquor and never stinted in that
department. "Hollister," he said again. "I like you. You have a
great future with our company." Jack felt his heart begin to
hammer. Was this going to lee it? he wondered. Was J.B. going to
make the announcement now that he was to be the new vice-
president?
But it wasn't going to be that easy. J.B. went on talking in
the same general vein, but saying nothing definite. His arm
around Pam's shoulder had slipped down to her waist, and his hand
was comfortably near the base of her breast. She wiggled
nervously. J.B. kept casting glances over toward Anna, as if he
wished he had an extra arm for her, too. She stood, a few feet
away, watching the clumsily joined trio, an enigmatic half-smile
on her lovely face.
Pam had a chance to free herself from J.B.'s unwanted embrace
when he offered to make them some drinks. She shuddered, feeling
as if a toad had been crawling on her body where J.B. had touched
her. Her dress was low in the back and his clammy, bony hand had
trailed across her bare flesh. When J.B. came up to her again,
she deftly moved away when he once again tried to touch her. His
narrow sunken face clouded, but he quickly regained control.
Stiffly, he turned around and began to talk to Anna.
"For God's sake!" Jack whispered to Pam, dragging her out of
earshot of the boss. "Can't you be a little friendlier with J.B.?
He's trying to be nice to you." Pam listened in open-mouthed
wonder to her husband's words.
"You mean you want ...?" she spluttered, but Jack shushed her
as J.B. came up to them.
"You certainly make a lovely couple," he said with one of his
humorless smiles. "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know
your wife, Hollister, but I think that's a situation that will
soon be remedied. I have plans for you, my boy. Plans that will
demand that we see a lot more of one another socially." He paused
to see if his words had taken effect. They had. Jack's face was
tense with strain, waiting for the magic words that would give him
what he wanted most. He was quite willing at that moment to offer
J.B. the use of his wife for the night, if the old man had asked.
He'd do anything to be vice-president!
Slowly J.B. began to insinuate himself around Pam again. The
more he drank the bolder he became, until even Jack became a
little embarrassed. The old man was no longer paying much
attention to Anna. Apparently, realizing that she was an
employee, he felt she would always be there for the asking. It
was Pam who mattered to him now, and perhaps part of her
attraction to him was that the winning of her would involve an
exercise in pure naked power. He secretly disliked the tall,
athletic, handsome Jack and delighted in using the promise of the
vice-presidency as a lever to take the other man's beautiful,
eminently desirable wife.
Pam eventually had to use the only excuse she could---a trip
to the powder room---to escape J.B.'s ever-present grasp.
"Jack!" she said, gripping his arm tightly when she came back
into the room, before J.B. could corner her again. "I can't stand
any more of this! If you don't tell that horrible old man to
leave me alone, then I will!"
Jack's handsome young face paled. "For Christ's sake, you
can't do that!" he exclaimed in a strained whisper. "That would
be the end for me!"
Tears started in Pam's eyes as she heard her husband's
selfish unfeeling words. But she instantly calmed herself. "Very
well," she said coldly. "But there's nothing to stop me from
being sick. You know how weak we women are. I'm going home with
a headache. Give me the keys to the car."
Jack wanted to argue with her---make her stay and butter up
J.B. some more, but he detected the edges of hysteria in Pam's icy
manner and was mortally afraid of a scene. Then, suddenly, he
asked her to take a taxicab home, and went with her to the boss
while she made her excuse. J.B. was obviously annoyed to be
losing his prey, but not as much as Jack had feared. The old
bastard must have about burnt out his libido by now, pawing over
Pam, he thought bitterly. Why does life have to be so hard?
"I want to talk to you, my boy," J.B. said when Pam had left.
He led Jack into the library. "I was going to make the
announcement tonight that would make you vice-president," he said
bluntly, "but I don't think the timing is quite right ... yet."
He looked at Jack suggestively. "I feel that a man's wife is an
important adjunct to his career, and I realized tonight that I
don't know yours very well." He paused. "That must be remedied."
Jack swallowed painfully. So near and yet so far, he thought
sadly. It only Pam had been a little more ... accommodating!
"Anything you say," he said aloud.
"Wives often ... hide their real natures in front of their
husbands," J.B. went on. "I feel it would be ... a valuable
experience if ... Mrs. Hollister and I could have a ... private
meeting. Could you arrange that?"
You rotten shit! Jack's mind screamed. You want to fuck my
wife in exchange for the vice-presidency but don't have the guts
to come out and say it! Jack felt a rush of loathing come over
him and for a moment he was afraid he was going to pass out. I
should tell him to shove the company and everything else up his
ass! he thought wildly. But he knew J.B. would never ruffle a
feather. He would just simply give him his notice and it would
have all vanished like smoke---the vice-presidency, the job,
security, the good life---all out the window because of his wife's
goddamned sacrosanct pussy!
"I'll see what I can set up, J.B.," he said, his face
expressionless.
"You do that, my boy, and then perhaps I'll have some good
news for you."
There it was, clear as crystal ... the vice-presidency for
his wife's body. And he knew he'd make the trade ... if he could
find some way to make Pam see the light.
The rest of the evening was a haze for Jack. Perhaps to
torment him, J.B. spent most of his time talking to Harry Steers.
Trying to rub it in, Jack thought bitterly. But there was no real
danger from that direction now that he knew what the old lecher
was after. Harry's wife was as ugly as a mud fence. Left to
himself, Jack began to get very drunk. He was propping up the
mantelpiece with one shoulder, a large drink gripped tightly in
one fist, staring moodily out a window into the black night, when
he sensed someone at his elbow.
"I thought you'd forgotten all about me," a soft voice said
into his ear.
It was Anna!
She had watched the whole scenario between Pam, Jack and J.B.
Anna was far too experienced in the grubby ways of the world to be
horrified by the little drama, but she couldn't help feeling a
sharp pang of sympathy for Pam. Her encounter with the younger
woman tonight had intensified her liking for her. There goes me
five or six years ago, she thought bitterly, remembering her own
confusing marriage. And now, what am I going to do but stick
another knife in her by seducing her husband! Actually, she
should thank me. Turning on her most seductive manner, she
determined to make a good job of it.
"Sorry," Jack said, his voice thick from the alcohol. "Got a
lot on my mind tonight."
"At a party? Let me see if I can do something about that."
She was standing close, and Jack slowly became aware that one of
her large lush breasts was pressing against his arm. He could
feel the warm, billowy softness of it through her dress. Jack's
body stiffened as he remembered how he had wanted to fuck Anna for
days now, and had been frustrated in his intentions time after
time. What about tonight? Pam had gone home. He was on his own,
not expected home for hours, and Anna was sounding very friendly.
Experimenting, he moved his arm, dragging it a few inches
across Anna's tantalizingly soft tit, wondering if it was an
accident it was so near, giving her every chance to pull away.
She didn't. If anything, she moved closer, so that now both
her large cushiony mounds were in contact with his benumbed arm.
By God! she wants to get fucked! Jack realized instantly.
Anna's face was only inches from his own, and her large brown eyes
burned into his in unmistakable invitation.
"This party bores me," she murmured into his ear. "Let's go
someplace where we can be alone." There it was, out in the open!
It was now or never!
"Where's your coat?" he asked, having trouble with his words.
While she went to get it, Jack made his excuses to the boss,
telling him he had promised to get Miss Collins home early. The
little man looked at him strangely, but said nothing, apparently
content to await the day when Jack would deliver his wife to him
on a platter.
Once out into the cool night air, Jack's head began to clear
a little. "Where to?" he asked.
"Let's go to my place ... where we can listen to a little
music and ... get more comfortable." My God, there's nothing shy
about this woman! Jack thought excitedly, sensing that in another
little while he would probably be making love to the fabulous body
he sensed under her revealing clothes.
"But what about your uncle ... Max?" he asked.
"Max is away for the weekend," she said with a little laugh.
"It'll just be you and me." Better and better, Jack thought
excitedly. He escorted Anna to her car, and then followed her in
his as she led the way back to their part of town. Jack kept
swallowing nervously as he drove, certain that he was going to
fuck Anna tonight, but realizing from bitter experience how often
things like this miscarried. God, what if she's just teasing me?
he jittered. He was grateful when she took the alley to her place
and he was able to park behind her house. It would have been
clumsy, to say the least, if he had to park in front, directly
across from his own houses where Pam could spot the car if she
looked out the window. He wondered if she was already in bed.
This was the first time he had ever determined to be unfaithful to
her, and he was nervous, wondering how she would react if she
found out.
By the time he parked, Anna was already out of her car and
opening the back door. She performed a miniature charade of
carefully peeking inside the house, using exaggerated caution, and
then turned to him with a conspiratorial wink.
"Okay, the coast is clear," she whispered loudly. Jack found
her little game an uncomfortable reminder that he was performing a
clandestine act ... he, a married man, sneaking into a darkened
house after a woman he intended to fuck, with his wife less than a
hundred yards away. And on top of that, the house belonged to
another man, apparently the girl's lover, who might be very irate
if he came home unexpectedly. Jack swallowed nervously, and for
one long moment almost backed out, but Anna's seductive allure was
too great. He went in.
She led him through the kitchen into a large, well-furnished
living room. "Okay, first some music," she said gaily, and going
to a large stereo on one side of the room, turned it on. She
found an FM station that played soft background music. "The
radio's better than records," she said. "We don't have to get up
and change them ... if we're busy at the moment." She was
standing only a few feet away from Jack, and unable to stand the
strain of her nearness any longer, he suddenly seized her in his
arms and mashed his lips down on hers in a long passionate kiss.
She responded expertly, insinuating into his madly working mouth
the most stimulating tongue he had ever encountered. One of his
hands slid up her body and began to claw at her breasts right
through the material of her dress.
"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said, breaking free of his
kiss and moving back a short distance. "There's no point in
leaping in feet first. We have plenty of time, and the more time,
the nicer it can be."
Panting heavily, Jack forced himself back under control. She
was right! He was acting like a high-school kid on his first
date!
"I know just what you need," she said. A nice relaxing
drink." So Jack had to stand and wait while she unconcernedly
made him a drink, working efficiently in a small, well-appointed
bar that swung out from the wall, and all the time the blood was
roaring in his ears as he watched her slightest movement. Never
in his life had he desired a woman so much! He longed to take her
in his arms and rip the clothes from her, but he was a little
afraid of her obvious self-control. Something warned him that he
would have to take her on her own terms. After all, coming here
had been her idea, and no doubt she had others as well.
"Okay, drink up," she said as she handed him the drink.
"Where's yours?" he asked, pouring half the glassful down his
throat in one long gulp. The alcohol hit the bottom of his
stomach, bounced once, and then began to spread a soothing warmth
throughout his body.
"Later," she answered. "Right now I want to get into
something more comfortable." She started to walk away but then
stepped closer and suddenly ground her body against his. He felt
her breasts against him, and her thighs opened to press her soft
hidden pubic mound against his leg while she passionately kissed
him on the mouth. Jack tried to put his drink down so that he
could get his hands on her suddenly offered body, but she just as
suddenly moved away, leaving him standing, gasping by himself.
"Got to get out of these clothes," she whispered, her own voice a
little husky now.
She went out of the room into a hall, and Jack was content to
wait now. There was no doubt now that the passionate promise he
had felt in her suddenly abandoned body would soon enough be his.
The liquor was calming him, and he determined to enjoy her game of
delayed seduction for all it was worth. He strolled about the
living room, studying this and that memento on the shelves and
mantle, trying to see if they would tell him anything about the
people who lived here. It only took him a short time to decide
that everything he saw must belong to Max. Nothing here reminded
him of Anna.
He had just mixed himself another drink when he saw a flicker
of movement in the hallway. He thought it was Anna returning, but
then saw that it was a mirror.
And the mirror reflected the inside of Anna's bedroom!
Jack couldn't see all of the bedroom, just a narrow swath
through the doorway. He saw another movement reflected, and his
breath sucked in as he realized that it was Anna, moving across
the interior of her bedroom.
And she was undressing.
Already she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and
while he watched, she reached behind her back and began to fumble
with the catch to her brassiere. Jack stood staring, transfixed,
tempted to move away, feeling for a moment like a peeping tom.
But then he realized that Anna must have intended him to see---she
would have closed the door otherwise. After all, she had to know
the mirror was there.
Jack stood, his glass in one hand, halfway to his lips, but
he didn't drink. His eyes took in the lithe perfection of Anna's
scantily clad body. Her figure shimmered slightly from the
distortion of viewing her through one corner of a hall mirror, but
if anything, it enhanced her undeniable beauty. She was not as
slender as Pam---lush, full, a mother goddess of rich, perfectly
proportioned curves and dark earthy shadows; her legs were long
but softly rounded, and her broad hips tapered up into a smoothly
muscular torso that promised to be able to perform every trick in
the sexual repertoire.
And her breasts! Just at that moment they were leaping free
of the confining brassiere, quivering and bouncing as Anna threw
the whisky garment on the bed, but standing out proud and high,
not drooping at all, in spite of their obvious heaviness. Her
nipples are so much trigger and darker than Pam's, lascivious
thoughts randomly floated through Jack's brain.
Then she was bending over to slip her panties down over her
ankles, facing away from him. Jack was presented with the sight
of the twin half-moons of Anna's fully rounded buttocks, just for
an instant, and then she stood up, facing into the mirror, giving
him a momentary view of a perfect triangle of dark brown pubic
hair. She moved, her full thighs flexing, squeezing past her
darkly furred pubic mound, and to Jack's disappointment, she was
gone, disappearing into a part of the room that the mirror
couldn't reflect.
Jack hastily turned away, not wanting to be caught spying,
even if Anna had engineered it that way. She came breezing into
the room, wearing a short robe. Having seen her undress, Jack
knew she had nothing under it, and if he had any doubts they were
quickly removed by the exciting way her large full breasts moved
uninhibitedly under the thin material. The robe was carelessly
tied at the waist, and the movement of her legs caused it to open
slightly at the bottom, giving the watching young husband brief
flashes of nakedly exposed brown pussy hair. He swallowed
nervously, and then became painfully aware that he had an
erection. The stimulation of the last few minutes had done its
work, and his cock was hardening rapidly, pushing firmly against
the restraining material of his tight trousers.
"Well, well, well, always eager to get going, aren't you?"
Anna said, looking good-naturedly at the obscene bulge in his
pants.
Jack colored. "You've got sharp eyes. I'd hoped you
wouldn't notice."
"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "I think it's
flattering."
Jack couldn't help but compare Anna's forthright behavior
with his wife's usual semi-prudery. Hell! he thought bitterly,
Pam hates to admit I even have a cock! An image of her took
temporary possession of his mind, lying naked on the bed, waiting
to be made love to, her eyes closed, seemingly presenting she had
no part in it, that it was just happening to her without her being
in any way an instigator. How different Anna was, with her
forthright approach. Hell, she wanted to get laid and she was
doing something about it!
"You want me to mix you a drink?" Jack asked, wanting another
himself.
"No, thanks," she answered. "I have a little something else
in mind." Going over to a side cabinet, she opened a drawer and
took out a cigar box.
"What you got there?" Jack asked curiously.
"Dope," she replied simply. Jack suddenly became very
nervous. With his position at the company to think of, the very
word frightened him. If anything could ruin him forever, it was
what Anna had in her hands. J.B. drank; J.B. used other men's
wives; he lied; he stole; he cheated people and ruined decent
families; but he was death on drugs! The slightest intimation
that Jack had even been in their presence, and it would be all
over for him at the office!
"D-Do you think it's wise to keep that stuff right here in
your home?" he asked nervously. Anna looked up sharply, and
seeing his strained white face, laughed delightedly.
"My heavens," she gurgled. "The poor man is scared half out
of his wits!" She suddenly thrust the box at Jack. "Boo!" she
said. He jumped.
"N-No," he said, ashamed of being thought a coward, "not
scared, really, but that stuff is illegal!"
"So is cheating on your taxes, but I'll bet you do." Jack
flushed.
"Come on, stop worrying. You'd think there was a narc hiding
in the bedroom. This stuff is so common now that if the police
tried to catch everybody smoking it, they wouldn't have time for
anything else---like stopping gambling, and necking in cars, for
instance." She had opened the box and laid it on the table. It
was half-full of brownish-green, crushed leaves and blossoms.
Despite his nervousness, Jack moved closer, curious. A rich,
slightly acrid odor assailed his nostrils.
Anna reached into another drawer and pulled out a little flat
machine made of silk and two steel bars. "What's that?" Jack
asked.
"A cigarette roller," she answered. "I'm going to roll us a
joint." Even as she spoke, her fingers were moving deftly. She
placed a cigarette paper in the little machine and filled it with
several pinches of the course powdery mixture. She closed the
machine around the paper, and turning a crank, quickly shaped a
perfect little white cylinder. Out popped a long narrow
cigarette, a few tufts of marijuana leaf sticking out of each end.
"Got a match?" she asked.
Reluctantly Jack fished through his pockets and offered her
some. He knew a gentleman lights a ladle's cigarette, but he
couldn't bring himself to help bring that dangerous little
cylinder to life. Anna didn't seem to mind. She struck a match,
and putting the cigarette into her mouth held the flame to it. As
she puffed, thick clouds of blue smoke rose from the tip of the
cigarette and the room was filled with the sharp heavy scent of
burning rope.
"Mmmmnnnnn, good stuff," Anna said dreamily. She held the
glowing cigarette out to Jack. "Want a hit?" she asked.
"No, thanks," Jack said, shaking his head vigorously. Anna
shrugged her shoulders.
"Suit yourself, but this grass is a real sense turn-on---
makes your body come alive. I call it Old Thunder Fuck---real
dynamite stuff."
Jack watched in fascination as she sat in a large armchair
and took another drag on the cigarette. She seemed to breathe in
forever, and then held the smoke down in her lungs until her face
purpled with the effort. When she finally breathed out, little
smoke remained, and Jack wondered what had happened to the rest.
It had probably been absorbed in her bloodstream, he thought in
astonishment.
A slow contented smile came over Anna's face, and she visibly
relaxed in the chair. With a shock Jack noticed that her legs had
fallen open a little, parting the lower part of her robe, and he
was looking right up between her thighs to her nakedly bared
pussy. He swallowed nervously, unable to keep from staring at her
hair-covered cuntal lips. As his eyes adjusted to the dark
shadows of her loins, he was clearly able to make out the thin
line of her half-hidden inner slit. He knew that she had seen him
looking, but she did nothing to cover herself. Jack's cock began
to throb uncontrollably at the sight of Anna's shamelessly naked
loins, only a few feet away from his own. He once again felt he
was losing the initiative. It was clear that the marijuana was
putting Anna in a very different place from where he was, and he
began to wonder how it would be to make love to a thoroughly
stoned woman when he himself was so tight and nervous.
"You say that stuff turns you on?" he asked.
She looked surprised. "Sure thing," she said. "Why? You
want to try some?"
"Well, I don't know ..." he said hesitantly.
"Oh, for God's sake, come on," she said disgustedly. "You
act like you expect your mother to come into the room and tell you
whether it's all right or not."
Stung by her tone, Jack grabbed the cigarette from her. He
put it to his lips and took a long drag, but immediately began to
choke as the harsh smoke seared his lungs.
"Hey, take it a little slower," Anna said, and showed him how
to breathe in slowly and hold the acrid fumes down. After a
couple of more tries, he was successful. He didn't experience
much reaction at first, but suddenly the lights in the room seemed
to dim and then his body felt strange all at once.
"Wow!" he said, feeling as if he were floating a foot off the
ground. It was very different from being drunk. For one thing,
he still seemed to have good control of his balance. But in some
strange way, the whole room had changed. The lights glowed a deep
yellow-gold, and he realized that he had been staring at a
painting on the wall for a long time.
"Good stuff, isn't it?" Anna said. "Here, let me show you
how the physical part works." She reached forward and lightly
traced a fingernail over his forearm. It felt natural at first,
but then his whole arm seemed to vibrate, sending pounding waves
of sensation through his muscles and nerves until his whole body
was resonating like a tuning fork. She calls it Old Thunder Fuck,
he thought in amazement. God, what will it be like when we ...?
Once again he stared down at Anna's nakedly bared vaginal lips,
and saw for the first time the evidence of her own sexual arousal.
A thin line of liquid beads glistened in the light, lining the
softly bearded edge of her pussy-slit, welling up from her
tantalizingly hidden vagina. A white-hot wave of lust washed over
Jack, making his body resonate again. Sitting on the arm of the
chair, he lightly traced his fingertips over Anna's enticingly
bared lower belly, where it rounded off into her soft curly pubic
hair. She shivered at his touch and her eyes half-glazed over. I
guess she isn't as self-controlled as she likes to mate out, he
thought in triumph, and standing up, he reached down and jerked
her to her feet. She came into his arms willingly, and opened her
nakedly exposed thighs as he roughly thrust one leg in between
them, rubbing the harsh material of his pants leg against her
quivering cunt.
"Oh, God, that feels good," Anna moaned, all pretenses gone.
One of her legs began to rub maddeningly against his painfully
erect cock, still trapped inside his tightly confining trousers.
The top of her robe had fallen open as well when he jerked her to
her feet, and one heavy, brown-rippled breast spilled out, mashing
softly against his chest. Half-lifting Anna off her feet with his
strong arms, Jack crushed her to him, and met her lips in a long
passionate kiss. He felt as if he were going to ignite as her
tiny hot tongue darted in and out of his gasping mouth. He pushed
her abruptly from him, holding her at arm's length for a moment,
staring greedily at her partially exposed body. Her softly
rounded breast thrust proudly out at him, while lower down he
followed the curving contour of her belly as it merged sleekly
into her softly shaded loins. He could now smell the hot musky
odor of her thoroughly aroused cunt, and its exotic perfume
maddened him.
Jerking Anna's panting form to him once again, he buried his
face in the cushiony pillow of her breasts, pushing aside her robe
and seeking out her rapidly hardening nipples with his mouth. He
drew his tongue tantalizingly over one of the burgeoning little
buds, making her moan in ecstasy;
"Oh, yes," she breathed huskily, "suck my tits ... put them
in your mouth ... make me feel them!" Excited by her words of
encouragement, Jack sucked one of her now fully erect nipples
right into his mouth, worrying the rubbery tip with his tongue,
nipping it half-painfully with his sharp teeth. Anna jerked her
loins tightly against him, rubbing her cunt maddeningly against
his shuddering cock. He could feel the inside of his shorts grow
slippery as a few drops of pre-cum were forced out of the tip of
his hidden member and smeared over the thin material.
"Oh, God, let's get naked," Anna panted, all her
sophistication deserting her as she turned into a wanting, lust-
filled animal. "I want to see your cock, touch it, feel it hot
and naked against my body." She helped Jack while he tore at his
clothes, stripping them away until he stood naked in front of her,
his throbbing penis standing out straight and stiff from his body
like a fleshy lance. Anna fell on her knees in front of him,
lovingly taking his obscenely displayed organ in her hands and
caressing it.
"What a lovely cock," she said excitedly. "I'm going to want
it in me ... soon ... very soon." She began to teasingly kiss the
tip, then maddeningly slid her velvety smooth lips down the side,
nibbling at the sensitive shaft while her hands were busy fondling
his aching testicles below.
"Take it easy, baby," he warned her, "or the whole show's
going to be over before it gets started." He could feel his balls
churning wildly from the exciting stimulation of Anna's buttery
soft mouth. God, why couldn't I ever get Pam to do this to me?
Anna pulled back just when Jack felt sure he was going to start
cumming all over her lovely face. He had to grit his teeth for a
moment to get himself back under control, and she looked up at him
anxiously, wondering if she'd gone too far.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked Jack, looking excitedly
at his still-ready cock.
"Christ yes!" he moaned, reaching for her.
She held him off. "Tell me first," she said. "Tell me how
much you want to fuck me!"
"I want to ram my cock up into your cunt!" Jack snarled,
playing her exciting game. "I want to shove it all the way up
into your hot little belly. I'm going to fuck you hard ... fuck
you until I shoot my nuts off into your juicy snatch!"
Anna moaned with desire as she heard his lust-inciting words.
Without another word she stripped off her disheveled robe and
tossed it into a heap on the floor. She stepped backward and fell
into the big armchair. Never taking her eyes from Jack's face,
she slowly hooked her legs up over the arms of the chair,
spreading them lewdly, baring her seething genitals to Jack's
fascinated gaze. He stared, entranced, as the heavy outer lips of
her cunt were slowly pulled open, revealing the glistening pink
inner valley, wet and slippery with her copiously flowing pussy-
juices, a gaping scarlet gash running all the way down to her
tightly clenched ass-cheeks. She lay there waiting, her breasts
heaving above from her heavy breathing, her crotch wide open for
his expected assault.
"Now, lover," she crooned. "Fuck me now. Shove your hard
cock into my cunt and fuck me until I can't stand anymore!"
Drawn forward as if by a magnet, Jack fell on his knees
before the chair and moved in between Anna's obscenely opened
thighs. He crowded close to her lewdly offered genitals, feeling
the silken flesh of her inner thighs brush softly against his
naked sides. Her ass was on the very edge of the chair-cushion,
her upper body leaning back into the upholstery, her legs spread
so impossibly wide and high over the arms of the chair that he
could see the tendons in her groin stretched tightly. Her whole
cuntal area was stretched wide and flat from the pressure, her
pinkly glistening slit completely open before him, ready for his
invasion.
Jack was tempted to immediately ram his hard ready cock up
inside Anna's lewdly spread body. His eyes fastened on the pink-
petaled opening of her slowly seeping vagina---it actually pulsed
in expectation as he watched it. But his gaze shifted higher, to
the hotly palpitating little bud of Anna's thoroughly erect
clitoris. The sensitive little shaft had risen half out of its
surrounding tissues, maddened by the promise of immediate
pleasure. Taking his rock-hard penis in the fingers of one hand,
Jack drew it slowly up the inside of Anna's velvet-skinned thigh,
heading inexorably toward her waiting pussy-slit. She moaned in
delighted expectation, waiting for the bliss-filled moment when he
would ram his hot hardness up into her achingly hungry hole.
"Oh, please, baby, oh, please ... don't make me wait," she
begged piteously. Her insides cried out in need. God, I haven't
really wanted to fuck a man since Max moved me in here, she
thought in amazement, realizing how sex-starved her body had
become, never quite satisfied by Max's brutal maulings. She had
no particular affection for Jack, but his handsome young body and
the fact that he could be so easily led into ways of giving her
the pleasure she craved reawakened the passionate young woman to
levels of excitement she had forgotten could exist.
But Jack had his own ideas. Instead of immediately filling
her cunt with his rampant manhood, he instead guided the bloated
tip just inside Anna's blood-gorged slit, sliding it slowly up and
down the burning hot trench, watching in fascination as the tender
tissues seemed to swell and quiver under the stimulating touch of
his rubbery cock-head.
"Oooohhh," Anna moaned. "Now ... now!" she urged. But Jack
continued to slither his swollen purple knob up and down her
encrimsoned snatch, until finally he pressed the very end of it
hard against the tightly straining button of Anna's eagerly
waiting clitoris.
"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned in ecstasy, and had a short, quick
orgasm. Her belly muscles hardened and her body jerked
spasmodically several times. Looking down around the bloated
shaft of his throbbing cock, Jack could see the opening of her
vagina open and close, open and close, while a flood of her
orgasmic juices were expelled to run in a slippery torrent down
into the cleft of her ass. Moving quickly, Jack slid his cock
lower, soaking the tip in the hot wet flow, rubbing the slick
lubricants all over the shaft, getting ready for the final
invasion of Anna's nakedly exposed loins.
* * *
Would you look at that hitch go! Max Flaherty marveled,
staring unbelievingly at the ecstatically writhing Anna. She's
been holding back on me. Either that or that young shit-head is
better with his cock than I thought he'd be. From his hiding
place in the attic, Max carefully lined up the lens of his camera
and began to shoot. He had made a small observation hole in one
corner of the ceiling, just big enough to take pictures through.
He figured that Jack would be too busy with Anna to notice. And
what did it matter now? He already had enough pictures to hang
the young jerk.
Christ, wait'll his wife sees these! he exulted, pressing the
shutter release again. I'll be in those tight little pants in no
time. Just thinking about how the madly writhing couple below
were going to make his assault on Pam's virtue possible was enough
to start Max's big cock hardening. Lying on his belly, he pressed
his loins down hard against the floor, grinding his pleasantly
aching member against his body, imagining how Pam would look,
naked before him, her cunt spread wide open the way Anna's was
now. God, when is he going to shove it in? Max wondered, watching
Jack continue to slither his ever-swelling cock up and down Anna's
achingly needful cunt-slit.
Anna was wondering the same thing. Her hips churned
restlessly on the chair, fruitlessly trying to entrap Jack's
tantalizingly near cock into her expectant vagina. Reaching
forward, she sank her fingers into his buttocks, trying to steady
his motion.
"Oh, please," she begged. "No more ... no more of what
you're doing. For Christ's sake put your cock into me! Shove it
into my cunt ... ram it up into me and for God's sake ... FUCK
ME!"
Jack smiled down at the wildly pleading woman, realizing how
the tables had turned. For days he had been trying to get this
lovely, enigmatic woman to fuck him, but now it was her who was
lying beneath him, naked, her genitals obscenely displayed, ready
for his hard potent cock, begging him to fuck her. He enjoyed
making her wait, but by now his achingly hard penis was demanding
to be buried in the quivering female flesh before it.
"Okay, baby," he rasped, "but you put it in." He waited
expectantly as she quickly groped for his loins, and his breath
sucked in suddenly as he felt her cool slender fingers wrap
tightly around his swollen shaft. He watched, entranced, as Anna
desperately fumbled with the mighty organ she held in her hand,
guiding it closer to her needing cunt. The sight of her strong
yet thoroughly feminine body spread out below him added further
dimensions to his passion. She looked up at him hungrily, her
lips half-parted, nostrils flared, eyes shining eagerly behind her
thick dark lashes. Yes, she was ready now, he thought, completely
animal, eager to accept anything he wanted to do to her with his
cock. If only Pam were this way, he thought bitterly, I wouldn't
have to be here now, fucking another woman! He almost laughed at
himself. What bullshit! Hell, no matter how much of a tiger Pam
might become, Anna was a whole new ballgame. He knew now that
tonight was to be only the first of many such nights. There was a
wild, mysterious sexuality in Anna that made his blood boil out of
control. He would have to fuck her again, and again ... and
again.
With a grateful sigh, Anna finally inserted the mushroom-
shaped head of his cock into the opening of her vagina. He
watched, entranced, as the bulbous head, slippery with her juices,
popped just up inside the muscular opening. It welcomed him
eagerly, flowering open in invitation.
"Now, now, now!" Anna chanted, moving her hands around behind
his back, digging her fingernails into his buttocks, trying to
pull his loins into hers. Jack took the hint. With a grunt he
slammed his hips suddenly forward, ramming his cock to the hilt up
into Anna's waiting body.
"Unnnoggghhhhh," she grunted in response, the breath knocked
from her by the violence of Jack's entry, her vagina suddenly
filled with hard, hot, male flesh, stretching her insides with
unexpected swiftness. She felt as if someone had rammed a thick,
spongy tree-trunk up into her shuddering belly. It hurt, but she
loved it.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she cried eagerly. "Do it again!"
Paralyzed by the first blinding delight of having his pussy-
starved cock surrounded by hot cuntal flesh, Jack wasn't able to
respond for a moment. He held his throbbing staff in all the way,
feeling his pelvis flattened against Anna's cushiony pussy lips,
her silky thighs pressing hard against his ribs. God, it's been
worth the wait! he thought in exultation, feeling Anna's formerly
unavailable body squirming underneath him as he held her pinned to
the chair with his raging manhood. Gathering his strength, he
pulled his cock almost all the way back out of her eagerly
nibbling vagina, staring down at the slippery white shaft. Anna
quivered beneath him, desperately awaiting, wanting him up inside
her shuddering belly again, and he obliged, pounding his hips
forward, watching his iron-hard member slither once again up into
her eagerly accepting hole.
From then on, Jack fucked her hard, setting up a steady
rhythm with his hips, lunging time and time again into the wide-
open loins of the moaning woman below him. Anna writhed in a wild
blend of pleasure and pain as his rampaging organ opened her up
more and more, stretching her tender inner tissues to the breaking
point, but it was what she wanted.
"Oh, yes, hurt me, lover," she moaned thickly. "Pound your
beautiful cock right through me ... make me scream ..."
Jack looked down at the beautiful, abandoned, naked woman
twisting and shuddering beneath him. A powerful exultation filled
him as he realized he had the power to hurt this strong-willed
woman. Before, he had been a little afraid of her, but now she
was at his mercy, begging him for the pleasure that only a hard
male cock could give her. He rammed his ever-growing shaft far up
inside her tender tissues, watching her face react, twisting in
shock and then softening as her cunt quivered with masochistic
delight. She's only a woman, after all, he thought in surprise,
begging for a good fucking. Determined to give her one, he
lengthened his strokes, bracing his arms on the sides of the
chair, rising up on his toes so he could fuck straight down into
Anna's spasming cunt.
Hey, that young punk's giving Anna a real fucking! Max
thought with newfound respect, watching from above as Jack pounded
his cock triumphantly into Anna's pleading form. I wonder if he
does such a good job with his wife? Somehow, having studied the
cool, timid Pam, he doubted it. I think that blonde cunt needs
some fucking lessons, and I'm just the one to give them to her.
Below, Anna had impulsively lifted her legs from the chair
arms and wrapped them tightly around Jack's body, locking her
ankles tightly behind his buttocks, doing her best to draw him
deeper into her eagerly spasming cunt. Anxious to make his lovely
paramour remember this night, he redoubled his efforts, pounding
his huge fleshy cudgel into her quaking pussy time after time.
Searching for some new way to turn Anna on, Jack slid one
hand down along the inner edge of her thigh, groping into the deep
cleft between her muscularly pumping buttocks. His fingers
slithered through the slippery passion-juices that had run down
from her gushing, cock-filled pussy. For a moment he had trouble
locating the tightly puckered ring of her anus, her whole lower
region was jerking so in time to his frenzied thrusts up into her
shuddering loins. But one fingertip caught in the outer sphincter
muscles and held. He could feel Anna jerk spasmodically from the
additional shock of having her tender nether regions fondled.
Gritting his teeth, Jack began to worm his finger up inside the
tight little band of muscle that encircled Anna's so-far unused
anus. Her body fought back for a moment, not ready for this
additional intrusion, but he pushed hard, and with a sudden pop,
the end of his finger slipped up inside the soft sheath of her
rectal passage.
Anna grunted in surprise and her body bucked strongly, nearly
throwing Jack off the edge of the chair and onto the floor. But
he hung on, digging his bare toes into the carpet, straining with
all his strength into the bucking, twitching, moaning mass of
female flesh that thrashed below him. Bit by bit he worked his
groping finger further up inside Anna's asshole, until he had it
buried between her rhythmically clenching ass-cheeks clear up to
the last knuckle. It was easier after that, as Anna's inner anal
muscles relaxed, and he found he could thrust his finger in and
out of her rectum in time to the wild poundings of his rampaging
cock further up. And what really excited him was being able to
feel his fast-moving penis with his finger. Only a thin membrane
separated the two inside Anna's passion-heated body.
Doubly impaled now, Anna went completely out of her mind.
What had at first been to her only an obnoxious duty to perform
for Max had turned into a wild physical release of such magnitude
that she thought she was going out of her mind. All the
frustrations and strains of the last few months with Max were
pouring out in a monumental release that threatened to tear her
body apart. She sensed that some of her powerful reaction had to
do with the very innocuousness of Jack---he was a perfect
instrument for her---young, lean, and strong, without at the same
time being able to engage any of her emotions. She was using him,
as he had intended to use her, to give herself the release of
wantonly fucking a near-stranger, pouring out her frustrated
libido in a spasm of automatic reflex.
Not knowing this, Jack felt that it was all his doing, the
results of his monumental virility, which did have some basis in
fact, because if he had been less active and strong, he would
never have been able to call forth such wild reactions from Anna's
ready body. His ego growing with every moment, he looked
exultantly down at Anna's transformed face. She had that look
that comes only in times of great suffering or great passion. Her
eyes glittered: blankly, seeing nothing---everything was inside
her. Her face was swollen and flushed with blood and her darting
tongue licked helplessly over dried, half-open lips. The flush
extended down over her breasts, which were swollen almost half
again as large as before. The tips of her nipples had softened
somewhat, but the whole colored part was tumescent, standing up in
a partial hemisphere over the quivering white mounds beneath.
Inarticulate cries and moans gushed from her throat and her hands
slapped aimlessly at the chair upholstery. Jack could tell she
was close to a tremendous orgasm. Her stomach muscles were slowly
tightening as the pressure built inside and he knew in a moment
she would explode into a frenzy that would dwarf the one he was
watching now. He hoped it was soon, because he couldn't hold off
his own climax much longer. Already his testicles were drawing
further up into his body, ready to pump out the hot sperm, and his
cock had grown even larger, so large that it ached painfully as it
continued its wild ride inside Anna's hot slippery cuntal sheath.
"Ooohhhhh ... JACK!" she suddenly cried out. "I-I'm going to
CUM! Fuck me hard ... don't stop ... keep your finger in my
asshole!" Anna felt as if her entire lower body were on fire, lit
by the double entry into her pelvic area. Jack's finger in her
rectum oddly complemented his cock slithering wetly in and out of
her wonderfully gratified cunt. She knew that her orgasm would be
the strongest she had experienced in a long time, and was grateful
that Jack had a powerful body. A smaller man she might have
bucked off, she thought.
Suddenly it hit. A thrust of Jack's ever-enlarging rod,
deeper than the rest, passed beyond some invisible barrier and she
felt as if a great fire had been started far up inside her
cringing belly. It grew and grew, burning brighter and brighter,
until her whole being was consumed by it. She lost track of what
was going on outside her suddenly transformed body, only knew the
rocketing bliss in her most secret inner parts and felt Jack's
mighty organ, faithfully digging in deeper and deeper as her
climaxing cunt opened to receive it.
Jack found that he had to pull his finger from Anna's ass
after all. Awestruck, he watched the already wildly passionate
young brunette change into a screaming banshee as her orgasm tore
through her strong, beautiful young body. He had to hang onto the
chair with both hands to hold her down as she writhed and twisted
beneath him. Her pelvis rose off the chair to meet his, making it
even easier to plunge his thundering cock to new depths. Her
sleek stomach muscles were drawn into one iron-hard band as her
body convulsed into final release. But most of all, he was aware
of her inner vaginal muscles, clamping rhythmically and hungrily
around the base of his already near-bursting cock.
That did it for Jack. This last obscene realization touched
off his own long-delayed orgasm, and with a deep-throated yell he
threw back his head and held his cock rigidly buried as far up
into Anna's convulsing pussy-sheath as it would go. He could
sense the whole length of his rock-hard shaft vibrating madly as
the hot sperm raced up from his balls, ready to spray unendingly
into Anna's sperm-hungry body.
With the last of her strength, Anna sensed his hot seminal
load gushing into her cunt, and pressing her heels hard into his
backside, she strained his shuddering loins to hers. The joyful
realization that he was filling her hot needing cunt with his male
seed touched off another orgasm in Anna, a shorter one this time,
but her vaginal muscles worked even more strenuously, guided in
part by her conscious volition, milking the hot wet cum from
Jack's madly spouting organ.
They strained together for over a minute, trying to get the
most out of each other's sweat-slippery, quivering bodies. As the
last of his burning load shot deep up into Anna's womb, he looked
down fascinated by the way her rippling cunt-muscles shot their
combined juices back out around the hairy base of his nearly
exhausted penis, coating his thighs, and running down into the hot
pink cleft between her buttocks to drip wetly onto the soaking
upholstery below.
With one last wild cry, Jack knew that his climax was over,
and collapsed heavily forward onto Anna's exhausted body. She
still moved below him, her hips twitching involuntarily from time
to time as the last of her orgasms died away slowly. Their
breaths rasped loud in the half-darkened room for several minutes,
until finally they were able to bring their lungs under control.
They both felt Jack's depleted organ shrinking in side Anna's
still gently working vagina, each of them with different emotions.
Jack was sorry that it was over and at the same time exhalted.
I've done it! he thought gleefully, believing that now Anna was
his. She'd succumbed to his advances and he had no doubt, after
the performance he'd put on that she would be his for the asking
for as long as he wanted her. Maybe time enough for there to be
some kind of change in his partially frigid wife.
For her part, Anna was grateful for the admittedly fine
fucking she'd received from Jack, but to her it could have been
anybody who could get it up for long enough and stay with her wild
responses. She didn't like Jack very much, disgusted with him for
the way he treated his wife, with whom she felt a close bond. She
didn't feel guilty about having tucked her friend's husband---her
mind didn't work that way. Sex to her was a great universal
reservoir from whom anyone might drink---nobody necessarily owned
another's genitals. Loyalty and help in time of need were the
parameters of her idea of fidelity, not who fucked who. Yes,
she'd gotten what she needed from someone whom Max had ordered her
to fuck anyhow, and her main reaction was pleasure from the
terrific fucking she'd just had. She didn't know that Max was up
in the attic filming them---she thought he would just question her
later on what kind of lover Jack had been, and then put pressure
on the young man to make his wife available. But she had already
seen how poorly that had worked tonight when J.B. had tried to
move in on Pam. She doubted that Max would have any better luck.
As far as she was concerned, it was over.
"Hey, you're heavy," she complained to Jack who was learning
on her, his mouth roaming idly over her still-sensitive breasts.
"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he said smugly.
"An elephant wouldn't have been too heavy then, as long as it
had a cock that would fit inside me," she answered.
"I'll bet that hot cunt of yours could take anything," Jack
said admiringly, slowly moving back from her body, staring
wistfully at the pussy he'd just spent the past half-hour in.
Anna's legs were still held wide apart, and her vagina, stretched
and wide open from the powerful thrusts of his cock, still slowly
seeped their combined orgasmic fluids.
"This hot cunt of mine could take a little sleep," Anna said.
"Time for you to go home and crawl in bed with your little wife.
Remember her?"
Jack flushed under her prodding. Somehow the aftermath of
making love to Anna wasn't working out quite as he'd expected.
>From her reactions before and during their wild fuck, he'd
expected her to melt gratefully into his arms afterwards. But
instead she was yawning and getting up from the chair. Her former
manner of cool insolence was returning.
"Hey," he said, annoyed. "What kind of brush-off is this?
The night is young yet. Didn't you like the way I fucked you?"
Anna looked at him quizzically. "You did a good job, sonny-
boy. But did you think I was going to give you the keys to my
life because your cock gets hard? If I want anymore, I'll send
for you." Anna was taking a perverse pleasure in telling Jack
off. After the way she had been maltreated by Max for months, and
watching Jack tonight as he unfeelingly let his wife be
humiliated, she wasn't feeling very friendly to men at all. For
once in her life, she'd like to be able to say, "Wham, team, thank
you, Sam."
Jack picked up his clothes in a rage, his ego lying in
tatters about him. "You know how to spell 'whore', baby?"
"Yeh," she said acidly, "s-u-c-k-e-r. A whore is a dumb cunt
who lets herself get used. Now, why don't you go home peaceably.
Why ruin a good fuck? We had a good time but let's not make
something out of it that's not there. I promise you, if I need it
again, you'll be one of the first I'll call." Anna added this
mollifying statement, realizing she was taking a lot of things out
on Jack that weren't his fault. But now she wanted to be alone,
to enjoy the satiated throbbing in her genitals all by herself.
* * *
Jack had struggled into his clothes. He headed for the door
without saying another word, hurt and confused.
"You'd better take a shower before you climb in bed with
Pam," Anna called after him. "You smell like hot pussy. And,
oh," she added, "I won't be into work on Monday ... I quit."
Maybe that'll keep him closer to his wife from now on, she thought
absent-mindedly as the door closed after him. But maybe I was too
hard on him. She began to feel a little guilty. After all, she
had been the one who had sallied forth to seduce him, even if he
had been a willing victim. She was heading toward the shower,
vaguely promising herself that she would do something to make it
up to him later, when she heard a sudden sound behind her.
Startled, she whirled, and was barely able to stifle a scream as
she saw a naked man standing in the hall doorway.
It was Max!
He stood leering at her, massaging his heavy, already swollen
penis.
"Pretty good show you put on with junior," he rasped out.
"But you're not going to bed yet. Let's see how you do with me."
Anna thought she was going to be sick as he slowly approached
her.
Chapter 4
Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft
loamy soil around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy
feel. It was a beautiful day. Wearing her white shorts and
halter, she was out in the front yard, working in the garden.
This is what I wanted a house of my own for, she thought
happily. Pam had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of-
doors, planting, tending, and harvesting plants. Roses were her
chief delight, and that was one of the reasons she had fallen so
much in love with this house when she'd first seen it. Each side
of the front walk was planted with long rows of tall, beautiful
rosebushes. They had suffered somewhat from lack of care while
the house had stood empty, waiting for them to move in, but now
Pam was making it up to them ... pruning, watering, fertilizing,
and, in general, making life pleasant for the roses.
Maybe Jack wasn't so wrong, she mused half-guiltily as she
leaned forward, on her knees, loosening the earth around the roots
of one particularly beautiful plant. Maybe you have to make some
sacrifices in order to have good things.
Like the house, for instance. Pam realized that it was
expensive and that they could never have afforded it if Jack
hadn't been making so much money at work. Pam knew she'd never
agree to some of the things that Jack thought he had to do to make
his job secure, but it certainly didn't help matters any for her
to offer nothing but negative comments. Maybe she should have put
up with a little more from J.B. the night of the office party.
No, I could never do that! she thought, shuddering a little as she
remembered the old man's slimy touch on her naked shoulder. I
have to draw a line somewhere! Maybe there were ways she could be
of help to Jack, in his struggle to get ahead.
Pam felt a rush of affection for her husband. He's been so
sweet since the party, she thought happily. It had been over a
week since that unpleasant night. After she'd gone home early,
she waited with dread for Jack to come in. She'd expected him to
be angry with her, accusing her of ruining his chances for
advancement, berating her with his usual charges of prudery and
self-conceit. But he'd been strangely subdued when he'd come
home, almost contrite. He took a shower, claiming that someone
had spilled a drink on him at the party, but when Pam looked
later, she had been unable to find any stains on his clothes. She
finally decided that perhaps he'd just wanted to clear his head
and freshen up. He's been a doll since then, she thought
gratefully.
The house was in good order now, everything in its place, and
Pam was fitting into it like a bird into its nest. Yes, it's time
I backed Jack up in his efforts to give me things like this, she
thought resolutely.
And it was time she did something more positive about that
other matter too. Pam couldn't help blushing as she thought over
her efforts to liberate herself sexually, starting more than a
week before with that wild masturbation session in the bathtub.
There had been other similar experiences following it, and Pam
thought she was making some progress, but not enough. Though she
was able to let go more when there was no one there but herself,
she could still sense a blank brick wall somehow blocking her full
sexual release. And what will it do for Jack if I just learn to
make love to myself, anyhow? she wondered. Maybe I'd better go
try to find some kind of kelp. Pam had been reading about some of
the successes women like her had had with the new breed of sex
therapists. She'd even read about doctors who provided male
stand-ins---sex surrogates---to their women patients. I imagine
Jack would think that was going a little too far, she thought
almost giggling to herself. But something would have to be done,
and soon. She and Jack hadn't made love since that dreadful
morning almost ten days ago. Let s face it, old girl, she told
herself, you're getting horny. And what about Jack? He must be
the same way. If she didn't watch out, he might be forced to turn
to other women!
As she bent over her rose bushes, lost in her private
thoughts, Pam didn't notice a man approaching---Max Flaherty.
Christ, look at that ass! he thought excitedly, staring at the way
Pam's tight shorts stretched tautly over the crouching girl's
well-rounded buttocks. I bet I'll have a handful of it within a
half-hour! He was standing right behind Pam before she realized
it. Sensing that she wasn't alone, she glanced back and saw his
feet, within a yard of her.
"Oh!" she gasped, spinning around on her knees.
"Take it easy," he grinned down at her. "It's just old Max,
your neighbor."
"You ... you startled me," Pam said nervously. She was still
crouching on the ground. Seeing Max staring intently down at her,
she wondered for a moment what he was looking at, and then she
remembered that she hadn't worn a bra under her halter-top that
morning---the day was so warm---and he could undoubtedly see a lot
more of her than she wanted him to.
Max thought the same thing as he stared hungrily down at
Pam's half-naked breasts. The thin halter-top had fallen away
from her body a little as she spun around, and at the moment he
could see almost the whole of one large shapely breast. He wasn't
sure, but thought his view extended right out to the edge on one
pale-pink nipple. But the tantalizing glimpse of Pam's lush bosom
was cut off as she quickly got to her feet, self-consciously
pressing one hand to her breast.
What does he want here? she thought. Pam had never liked
Max, and this was the first time she'd ever been alone with the
big man, and she didn't like it, even if it was out there in the
open.
"What can I do for you, Mr. Flaherty?" she asked, attempting
to be polite.
"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something in a few minutes," he
answered.
What a funny thing to say, Pam thought, a little on her
guard. "How's your niece Anna?" she asked, looking for safe
conversational subjects.
"Guess your old man hasn't had the guts to tell you, huh?"
"W-What?" Pam gasped out, trying to make sense out of Max's
deliberately upsetting words.
"Oh, come on now. You don't expect me to believe you didn't
know what was going on?"
"I-I ... don't know what you mean," Pam stammered, wondering
if this awful man's cryptic words were genuinely hinting at what
they seemed to be hinting at.
"My niece ... Anna! He fucked her the night of the office
party!"
Pam started to speak but no sound came out for a moment. She
didn't want to believe Max, but suddenly she knew why Jack had
taken that shower when he came home from the party. "You ... you
get out of here!" she managed to gasp at Max. "Stop saying such
horrible things."
"Oh, isn't that sweet," Max sneered. "The faithful wife,
ready to believe in her hubby till the bitter end. Well, baby, I
just came over here to give you a little advance warning before
the shit hits the fan."
"What do you mean?" Pam asked, sensing the threat in Max's
heavy voice.
"I mean I'm pissed off that your punk husband has been
dipping it into Anna. She's my meat, and I'm gonna bust up his
little game. When I get finished with him, he'll wish he'd been
born a eunuch!"
"You're not going to ..."
"Beat him up? Hell, no, I'm going to do a lot worse than
that. I'm on my way down to see his boss and tell him what kind
of a man he has working for him."
"No!" Pam cried, seizing his arm. "Y-You can't do that! It
would mean his job!"
"That's just what I figure, baby. From what Anna tells me,
that job is his whole life. Well, I'm going to take it away from
him!"
"They'll never believe you at the office," Pam exclaimed.
"I-I don't believe you myself."
"Oh, don't you, baby? Well, they'll believe me down there,
because I got the whole damned thing down on film." He half-
lifted a large thick envelope out of his pocket and then let it
slide back down inside.
Pam's head was spinning dizzily. A few minutes before, she'd
been happily tending her roses, and now her whole world was
crashing down around her head. Jack? Anna? He's been unfaithful
to me! the young housewife thought in agony. Almost as painful as
Jack's betrayal was her disappointment in Anna. She had felt a
genuine liking for the older woman, and had hoped they could
become friends. That was hardly possible now. And what was that
Max was saying? That he was going to ruin Jack at the office?
Pam tried to get her emotions back under control. Every wife
has to face this possibility, she thought desperately. Jack had
been unfaithful to her, that was bad enough, but it was something
they might be able to hammer out together. But if Max carried
through his threat and went to see J.B ...
That would destroy Jack!
"Wait!" Pam said desperately as Max started to walk away,
grinning triumphantly. "Please don't do it!"
"Not a chance, baby. I wanna get even, and these pictures
are gonna do it for me."
"Wait!" she said again, thinking rapidly. "I-I'll give you a
thousand dollars for those pictures." Max stopped abruptly.
"You serious ?" he asked thoughtfully, turning around to
stare at the distraught young blonde.
"Yes!" she said, with more determination this time. "I'll
give you good money for them, if ... they turn out to be what you
say they are."
Max looked around carefully, as if afraid of being heard.
"Well, now, little lady, maybe we might have something to talk
about." He had a hard time not laughing at the look of sudden
relief on Pam's innocent face. Oh, you simple little cunt! he
thought to himself, but continued to play the game, looking around
again as if he suspected that they were being observed. "Yeah,
maybe we can do it," he growled, "but not out here."
"We'll go inside the house," Pam said quickly, and turned to
lead the way, unable to see the look of sudden triumph on Max's
heavy face. She opened the door, and when the big man had come
in, she closed and locked it after them, having picked up some of
his feigned nervousness. "All right, let me see them," she said
firmly, holding out her hand.
Without a word, smiling, Max reached into his coat pocket and
fished out the envelope, handing it to her. With trembling
fingers, Pam opened the envelope and pulled out several glossy
photographs. She gasped when she saw the first one.
It was Jack, naked! Anna knelt in front of him, her lips
pressed obscenely to the tip of his rigidly erect penis!
She looked at another. Anna was sprawled lewdly in a chair,
her legs hooked up over the arms, and Jack was approaching, his
cock hard and enormous, heading straight for her wide-open
genitals. In the next one, he had buried his huge cudgel part-way
up inside Anna's vagina, and from the look of ecstasy on her face,
she was enjoying it very much.
Pam felt suddenly sick. Unable to look at any more of the
pictures, she let several of them fall to the floor from her
nerveless fingers. Gathering her strength, she quickly bent to
pick them up. All right ... I'll pay you for them. But I'll have
to write you a check."
"Just as long as it doesn't bounce," Max said cheerfully,
grabbing the photographs back.
Pam went into the other room to get her checkbook. She had
already looked inside the envelope and was relieved to see that
the negatives were included. She had heard of people who had paid
for things like this---paid blackmail---and then had the negatives
held back. She quickly wrote a check, realizing she'd have to
beat Max to the bank so she could transfer some money from her
savings to her checking account. It does pay to have money
sometimes, she thought as she wrote the word "thousand" on the
check.
Coming back into the living room, Pam handed the check to Max
and then reached for the pictures.
"I don't know about all this," Max said, pulling the envelope
back just out of her reach.
"I've paid you ... give me the envelope!" Pam said, her voice
becoming a little desperate.
"I-I just don't know," Max said. "This seems too much like,
well ... blackmail. Do you think this is right?"
"What kind of game are you playing?" Pam asked in
desperation. "We made a deal. Give me those pictures!" She
tried to grab the envelope from Max, but he easily held her off.
My God he's strong! she found herself thinking.
"No ... I just can't do it," Max said, tearing up the check
in front of Pam's unbelieving eyes. With horror she watched the
tiny pieces of colored paper drift to the carpet.
There goes Jack's future, she thought, knowing she didn't
have the strength to get the photos away from Max by force. "Oh,
please, don't use those pictures against my husband," she begged,
thoroughly shaken.
"Well, maybe there's another way out," Max said solemnly.
"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her
again. "Do you want cash?"
"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam. You may not realize
this, but I'm a religious man. I read the Bible a lot---that's
why I turned down the money." Max was intently watching Pam's
face, thoroughly enjoying the fear and apprehension his words were
writing across its lovely features. God, it's ... it's like
taking candy from a baby, he thought gleefully.
"Yeah, I read the bible, and I bet you do too. Remember that
part, 'an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, or ... a cunt
for a cunt!"
Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was
driving at. He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!
"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled.
"Your old man fucked my woman ... I'm gonna fuck his!"
"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.
"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your
husband's boss."
Pam felt trapped. It would have been a lot easier for her to
refuse and order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried
to pay him for the pictures. Doing that, she had firmly instilled
in her mind the overriding importance of getting control of the
evidence that could cost Jack his beloved job. If her mind hadn't
been so rattled, she might have remembered that just a few days
ago she had felt that the best thing for Jack would be to get out
of the office and away from that evil old man who was slowly
corrupting his ideals. But, hurt and confused by the visual
evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman she had thought
her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the frightened
young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.
"I ... I ..." she stammered, trying to find some other way
out.
"Good, That means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.
"Nooooo. I mean ... I don't know ..." Pam said haltingly.
"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage.
"I got an appointment already with that old bastard. So make a
decision ... now!"
Pam stood, swaying irresolutely. "I'll do it!" she said
suddenly, not letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her
words.
"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile. "Your husband
fucked Anna in the living room. You want it here, too?"
"N-No," she said in a weak voice. "We ... we'll use the
bedroom." She had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was
further away, and would use up some more time ... put off the
horrible or, deal she knew that lay ahead. She looked at Max with
revulsion, wondering how she was going to be able to let him touch
her body, when she already hat trouble enough with her husband.
She hated the triumphant leer on his coarse features as his hungry
eyes took in the body he knew would soon be his to do with as he
wanted.
Max was happy. He'd been successful again in his favorite
pastime---blackmail. But, where other blackmailers went after
money, he went after pussy. That was how he'd gotten Anna, and
now, he thought, I'm gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little
blonde bitch! Max's eyes sweeped appreciatively over Pam's
shrinking figure, as she stood helplessly before him. For the
past few minutes he had been hungrily watching the exciting way that her
large, full breasts bounced and jiggled, braless under her skimpy
haltertop. Well, what the hell! he thought. Broads that dress that way
deserve to be flicked, teasing men until they think they're gonna shoot
off in their pants!
"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him.
"Let's make it to the bedroom."
Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards
her, Pam found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and
Jack's! She had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly
exposed breasts, as if she still believed she could protect
herself from this huge, grinning man to whom she'd already
promised her body.
"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes,
or shall I do it for your" Max grated out, obviously eager to get
started. Pam couldn't move. It had been a lot easier, there in
the other room, to promise this brute what he wanted. But to
actually take her clothes off in front of him ...! Pam just
couldn't do it!
"Okay, if that's the way you want it ..." Max said, and he
suddenly lunged toward her. Pam tried to slip away, but he was
surprisingly fast for so big a man. His big meaty hand locked on
the front of her halter-top and pulled hard. Pam was jerked
forward when the strong material refused to tear, but the catch
behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave of cold air over her upper
body and found herself standing naked to the waist, her bare
breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.
Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found
herself panting. At first she thought it was from fear, but bit
by bit the stunning realization came to her that it was something
else entirely.
She was sexually excited.
With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt
a hot trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down,
she saw that her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool
air that played over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!
What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body
already knew.
She wanted to be raped!
Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking
place somewhere deep in her psyche. That unbreakable stone wall
that had always stood between her and full sexual release was
slowly crumbling, as she stood there, helpless and partially naked
before a brute of a man who intended to use her body for his own
pleasure whether she wanted him to or not. Hating herself every
moment, Pam felt the last of her defenses crumble. She was
helpless to move, and stood docilely while Max quickly stripped
her white shorts and underpants from her quivering body. She was
naked before him, this near-stranger, but instead of shame, she
felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that told her that her
passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body for what she
knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting it to
happen.
"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously.
He stepped forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him
all. She was breathing heavily. Her eyes were shining strangely,
her face was flushed. He might still have been able to pass it
off as fear, but for one thing ...
The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating
strongly from her shapely loins.
"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly
able to believe what was happening. He stared at the lovely young
woman standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip-
tilted breasts, her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at
the tips, blending in with the creamy smoothness of the luscious
twin orbs. His gaze flickered lower, over her visibly shivering
belly, and then down to the sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic
hair that barely covered the full fleshy lips of her cunt. Her
legs were slightly parted, and he could clearly make out where her
vaginal juices were already slightly darkening her golden pussy-
fur.
Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe. And she
wants me to fuck her! Not wanting to waste another moment, Max
began to struggle out of his clothes. His cock was already
hardening, and he had trouble working his shorts over the
stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds he was standing
completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking higher with
every heartbeat.
My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared,
hypnotized, at his immense rod of flesh. So much bigger than
Jack's. How can a woman take a thing like that inside her without
being split in two? she wondered in sudden fear. She felt covered
with guilt as she stood there, naked before this near-stranger,
her body crying out to be taken by him, and used in any way he saw
fit. Unable to understand why she felt this way, Pam was unable
to effectively battle it. All her life, in ways both subtle and
obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act that
carried pain and suffering with it. That had always been in the
back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief
experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen
those feelings. Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a
dark, hidden part of her mind had screamed guilt at her.
Instinctively she had pulled a portion of herself back from the
act, as if this somehow diminished her responsibility.
But now it was different. There was no question of her going
willingly into this act. She was being forced! Freed of the
guilt of willfully choosing what her soul believed to be
inescapably evil. Pam was suddenly freed from her obsession, and
her body, long starved of the natural reactions of love, was
reacting powerfully. Oh, God, rape me! Rape me! it was crying,
and her mind could no longer turn off its burning need. Pam had
no conscious knowledge of all this. All she knew was that her
senses were totally aflame. With a mixture of horror and hungry
desire, she watched Max approaching nearer and nearer. Her loins
burst into flame as she watched his blunt fingers working over the
end of his mammoth organ, lewdly pulling back the thick rubbery
foreskin to reveal the bloated purplish head beneath.
"Bet you never saw anything like this before," he gloated and
Pam had to admit to herself that she never had. Jack's penis was
big, but compared to Max's enormous weapon, it looked friendly and
harmless.
"P-Please ..." she managed to gasp out, not sure herself what
she was begging for.
"You bet, baby," Max leered, interpreting it his own way.
Striding quickly up to Pam, he seized her trembling nude body in
his powerful arms and crushed his lips to hers in a crude, wet
kiss. Pam was aware of his thick hot tongue invading the inside
of her cotton-dry mouth, but even more aware of his enormous cock,
pressing painfully into her soft belly. Her legs turned to water
and she went limp in her ravisher's arms.
"Too much for you, huh, baby?" Max grunted, keeping her from
falling. Half-picking her up, he carried her over to the big
double bed and dumped her unceremoniously on the bedspread with
her torso-well up on the mattress, but her long shapely legs
dangling over the edge. Pam was aware that her thighs were spread
shamelessly opens baring her seething genitals to Max's fascinated
gaze, but she felt too weak to move.
Almost reverently, Max knelt between the panting young
blonde's lewdly spread legs, his gaze never leaving her nakedly
displayed cuntal slit. The soft blonde pubic hair formed a thin
golden screen over the quivering pink flesh beneath, and reaching
forward he slowly pushed the soft tendrils out of the way.
Christ, what a cunt! he thought with enthusiasm, his hungry eyes
drinking in Pam's glistening inner slit, gleaming wetly behind the
outer protection of her full fleshy pussy lips. Got to touch it.
His thick fingers reached forward again, fondling Pam's half-
hidden genitals. She shivered as she felt his hands on her most
secret parts, knowing she should resist, do her utmost to stop
this man from taking what by right should belong only to her
husband. She felt her legs twitch in reaction as Max's groping
fingers titillated her obscenely responding cuntal flesh.
I wise he'd get it over with, her mind screamed silently,
driven by her body's hunger. Her vagina throbbed wildly, begging
for something to fill its aching void, wondering why Max was
taking so long to shove his rummaging fingers up inside the hot
needing hole.
But Max had other ideas. Placing a thumb on each fat,
lightly furred pussy lip, he slowly drew them apart, completely
revealing the glistening pink trench below. God, what a cunt! he
enthused again, his eyes roving up and down the moisture-gleaming
slit, studying the slowly palpitating opening to Pam's obviously
eager vagina, then looking up slowly to her tiny knobbed clitoris,
one of the smallest and most tender-looking he'd ever seen.
A man'd he crazy to just go ahead and fuck a tender little
pie like that, he thought in awe. It looks sweet enough to eat!
And unable to hold himself back any longer, he suddenly buried his
head far up between Pam's helplessly spread thighs, slithering his
hot wet tongue as far up into her dripping pussy-slit, as far as
it would go.
Pam's whole body jerked in wild reaction. Horrified,
frightened, she stared down unbelievingly at the bristly, graying,
crew-cut head protruding so obscenely from between her futilely
kicking legs. Max was gripping her thighs with his powerful
hands, his stubby fingers digging cruelly into the soft white
flesh, holding her a prisoner on the bed while his sucking mouth
ravished her outraged tender genitals.
Ooahhhhh ... no ... no ... no ...! her tortured mind
screamed, remembering how she had rebelled when Jack attempted to
do the same thing to her. But now it was different. The
struggling young wife knew that there would be no way to get Max
to stop this unspeakable act. He would laugh at her if she begged
him not to, and he was clearly too strong a man for her to be able
to throw him off her violated body.
Then something snapped in the writhing girl's mind. Perhaps
the realization that there was nothing at all she could do to stop
the shameful act that Max was performing on her vainly resisting
body, for the first time in her life gave her the freedom to just
lie there and let it happen. With a hopeless sob, she let her
head fall limply back on the bed, and her body went slack, no
longer fighting.
And to her amazement, what Max was doing to her began to feel
good! It began slowly at first, with her tired mind aware only of
the hot wetness of Max's slavering mouth against her defenselessly
open cunt. Then he suddenly stabbed the tip of his hot lingual
muscle against the cowering tip of her clitoris, and Pam felt as
if the tiny little button were a switch that suddenly flooded her
loins with a blindingly hot burst of electricity.
"Uunngghhhhh," she grunted helplessly, her entire body
shuddering in response. Her eyes opening wide in amazement, Pam
lay gasping on the bed, trying to get her breath back, when Max
did it again, and this time Pam's back arched off the bed with the
shock of his lingual caress. She was afraid to make a sound,
afraid to speak, holding rigidly still, waiting for the next bolt
of white hot bliss to shoot through her suddenly receptive loins.
My God! she thought in awe, what have I been missing? She found
out, as Max, becoming aware of Pam's reactions above him, went to
work with a will, madly running his tongue around and around her
rapidly hardening clitoris, delighting in the hot musky taste of
her suddenly responding pussy.
"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Pam moaned, unable to keep silent a moment
longer. With a shock, she found that her body was beginning to
move on its own. Slowly her hips started to make tentative
movements up toward Max's hotly ravening mouth, revolving in
little half-circles. Max guided her with his hands, clutching her
firmly by the thighs, pulling her dripping snatch tighter against
his bristly face.
I shouldn't be doing this! Pam said desperately to herself,
trying to fight down the wild sensations that Max was licking into
her suddenly abandoned young body. But, my God, it feels sooooo
good! Realizing there was nothing she could do to stop Max,
anyway, Pam gave up the fight, and for the first time in her life,
her body was suddenly left alone with the promise of total
pleasure. Her hips suddenly snapped to his delightfully licking
mouth. Max grunted in surprise, afraid for a moment that she had
snapped something in his neck with her unexpected lunge. But
quickly realizing that Pam had surrendered, that she was now
totally his to do with as he wanted, the big man grinned lewdly,
momentarily taking his mouth from Pam's twitching loins.
"Oh, Christ, don't stop!" she suddenly cried out, feeling a
cold wash of air over her deserted cunt. "Keep licking, keep
licking!"
"You bet, baby," Max said with a chuckle, and once again
dived head-first into Pimps quaking cunt. This time he circled
her tenderly shuddering clitoris with his lips and began to suck,
nipping at the tender bud with his teeth. Pam went out of her
mind, all pretense gone now. Her stomach muscles writhed and
rippled under her velvety skin, as her hips twisted and bucked
under Max's expert mouthing. Her long sleek legs thrust straight
out, waving wildly in the air, her toes clenching spasmodically.
Max looked up, still sucking, trying to see his willing young
victim's face, catching glimpses of it between her voluptuous
breasts, which thrust up from her slender torso like rose-capped
snowy mountain peaks from his vantage point down between her
tightly tensed thighs. Wanting to possess those superb breasts,
Max reached up with both hands, sinking his fingers into the twin
white mounds, feeling the soft resilient flesh give under his
harsh touch. Cruelly he tweaked the budding nipples between his
thumbs and forefingers, making Pam moan with blissful pain.
God, this hot little hitch is going to drown me, Max thought
as the hot pussy juices flowed thickly out of Pam's madly excited
vagina. Wanting to taste the spicy current, Max moved his mouth
lower down Pam's hot slippery slit, forming his tongue into a
sharp-pointed spear and thrusting it far up inside her wets slick
inner tunnel.
"Uuuunnnnnnhhhhhh," Pam moaned above, and she instantly
started to climax. Her slender white thighs damped desperately
around Max's obscenely buried head, holding it tight against her
spasming cunt. Struggling for air, Max was acutely aware of Pam's
vagina, flowering open, rhythmically clamping around his thrusting
tongue, trying to draw it up inside the hotly pulsing tube. He
struggled to break free, unable to breathe, but Pam's passion-
maddened legs were too strong, holding him in a death-grip. At
last Max was able to work his nose free of the moaning girl's
slippery pink cunt-flesh and he gratefully drew in big lung-fulls
of air. Pam was off on her own now, her beautiful nude body
rocking and twisting on the disordered bedspread, her long slender
fingers plucking desperately at Max's short hair, trying to get a
grip and hold him in tight to her gushing loins. She was in the
middle of the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced, flying
high, her body and mind finally free of the crippling inhibitions
that had muted her sexual response all her life. She felt as if a
powerful explosive had gone off inside her, somewhere far up
inside her normally tightly clenched belly, smashing through a
wall of fear and guilt, destroying it forever. She would have
never permitted herself to let go this much with Jack, not up to
now, but with Max it was different. He could never really reach
the deeper parts of her psyche, and free of the threat of
involvement, the seemingly frigid young woman had at last been
able to eradicate her inhibitions.
She was FREE!
Pam groggily came out of the last throes of her mind-
shattering orgasm, surprised to feel, although it was over, that
she was still floating ever so high. The powerful spasm of
release had lifted her to the heights, and her body wasn't ready
to come down yet.
"Oh, God!" she begged. "Please ... for God's sake ... put
your cock in my cunt and fuck me with it!" Pam could hardly
believe that these lewd and shameful words were being uttered by
her, and that even worse, she meant them! But there was no
denying that her pussy was on fire, burning with need, merely
tantalized by Max's tongue, which had slithered a little way up
inside. No, that hotly throbbing tunnel needed more, she knew.
It needed a man's hard, ready cock!
Max stared down at the moaning, begging, pleading girl with
awe. He had risen to his feet, his face shining lewdly with her
copious orgasmic juices and was staring unbelievingly down at the
totally abandoned young wife as she writhed in need and desire on
the bed, shamelessly opening her long, shapely legs to him. God,
I knew she had a hot streak buried somewhere in her, but this Is
unbelievable! The first time he'd met Pam, Max had detected the
hidden fires that smoldered under her meek, inhibited manner, and
he had vowed to bring it to the surface---for his own pleasure.
But the speed with which the quiet, timid housewife had changed
into the wild wanton thrashing below him on the bed, begging him
to fill her needfully seething belly with his hard, throbbing
cock, amazed even the experienced, cynical Max.
"Okay, cunt," he crowed in triumph, "I got just what you want
here," and seizing his swollen organ in his hand, he advanced on
the bed, brandishing it like a weapon.
"Oh, yes," Pam moaned in happy expectation, watching the big
shaft being mauled and squeezed between Max's eager fingers. "Put
it in me ... fill my cunt with it ... fuck me until I howl!"
Yes, that would do it! Pam thought excitedly. God, how I
need it! She felt like a totally different person, waking up
after a long sleep, finally realizing who she was. She was sorry
that it had to be Max who had at last tripped the switch that
fully turned her body on to the endless possibilities of sexual
pleasure, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
There would be plenty of time with Jack later, and after all, he
owed her one, after sleeping with Anna. She almost giggled,
knowing how surprised he would be when he discovered the change in
her. I'll eat him alive! she thought with delight.
But right now the most important thing to the heavily
breathing girl was to have her aching cunt filled with that
obscenely big rod of Max's. She kept her eyes on the thick shaft,
wondering how it would feel up inside her hotly seething belly,
sliding over the entrance to her wildly aroused womb. Well, she'd
soon know.
Eagerly Pam scrambled higher up on the bed, bending her
knees, holding them far apart to make herself ready for Max,
planting her feet firmly on the bedspread. She felt his heavy
body slip in between her sensitive thighs, and then a moment
later, the unmistakable feel of his bullet-shaped cock-head,
pressed against her fleshy outer vulva.
Keeping her eyes closed, Pam could pretend it was someone
else who was about to fuck her, but right now the only thing that
really mattered was the hard male penis that was going to fill up
her hungry cunt. She felt Max wedge the broad tip between her
obligingly wet pussy lips and slip inside the hot wet slit that
his mouth had so recently licked delight into. That's right, she
thought, get it good and wet! as she felt the spongy knob rub up
and down her quivering gash, coating itself with her slippery
pussy juices. Then it was at the entrance to her eagerly
welcoming vagina, prodding at the strong muscular opening,
demanding admittance.
That was when the truth began to dawn on Pam. Driven by her
passion, her eyes had been bigger than her cunt. From the feel of
the huge cock-tip pressing powerfully against her vaginal opening,
she knew that there was going to be trouble. The pressure
increased, and she could sense the rubbery head of Max's monster
cock flatten and change shape.
But it didn't slide up inside, as she had hoped.
Oh, my God, in just too big! she realized with sudden
awareness. It'll never fit up inside me! But she knew that it
was too late now. Opening her eyes in sudden fear, she saw Max
looking down at her with insane lust. It would be impossible to
stop him from plunging his bloated rod up into her defenseless
body ... already he was pushing harder, stretching the tender
opening to her vagina ...
"Stop! Stop ... it hurts!" Pam suddenly shrieked as a
blinding sheet of pain shot through her agonizingly stretched
genitals. But it was no use. With a mindless smile, Max
continued the terrible pressure, and Pam shoved the edge of a
pillow in her mouth, biting down hard, trying to fight the pain.
She felt herself give a little, as her vaginal muscles stretched
to a point she would never have believed possible, and Max was
partly up inside her pain-ravished cunt.
Grinning like an imbecile, Max stared down at the lovely
blonde girl writhing in pain below him. To him, her agonized
struggles were as exciting as if she had been moaning with
pleasure. He ran his hands hotly over her iron-hard stomach, the
muscles tight as bowstrings as her body futilely tried to fight
off the impalement he knew was inevitable. He looked greedily
down to where his blunt, blood-suffused cock jutted obscenely from
between Pam's full, fleshy cuntal lips, just the head disappearing
up inside her tightly clenched vagina. He grinned, and applying
more pressure, he saw the huge fleshy shaft slide up inside
another few inches, pulling her outer pussy flesh with it, driving
it up into the shuddering hole that was so vainly resisting him.
Pam desperately reached down and tried to push Max's muscular
loins away from hers, at the same time trying to withdraw her hips
down into the mattress, cringing away from his insistently digging
ram. The pain-racked girl thought she was going to pass out from
the agony of his iron-cored rod mercilessly invading her
impossibly stretched insides, but she clung to consciousness,
afraid of what he might do to her if she couldn't fight back.
Finally Max could stand it no longer. His fingers roamed
over Pam's cunt-lips, then reached below where his cock was half-
buried in her tight-stretched body, fondling her agony-tensed ass-
cheeks. He had to be all the way up inside this gorgeous cunt!
With a grunt, Max flicked his heavy hips forward, sending his
painfully throbbing cock thundering the rest of the way up into
Pam's agonized cunt.
"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked in agony no longer able to
keep herself under control. She felt his pubic bone thud against
hers, and knew that at last he couldn't slam himself any further
up into her crudely violated body.
Both Max and Pam held completely silent for several seconds
... he, because he was temporarily paralyzed by the bliss of
finally having his cock surrounded by Pam's tight vagina; and she,
because she was afraid that if she moved, something would tear
inside her. She was painfully aware of every inch of Max's
mammoth organ up inside her unbelievably stretched cunt. She held
her breath, drawing her diaphragm up and away from where Max was
filling her lower body. Then she felt him shift his weight.
"Please ... please, no more," she begged, knowing that it
would do no good.
"Not a chance, baby," Max grinned down at her. "You asked me
to fuck you, and that's just what I'm going to do." More
experienced than Pam, accustomed to ramming his huge organ into
futilely squirming female bodies, he knew that a healthy vagina
could get used to almost anything. "If you stop whining and start
trying to relax, you'll be better off," he promised her, as he
slowly began to rock his body back and forth, moving his tightly
trapped cock in her aching cunt, just a little at a time, trying
to make it as slippery as he could with Pam's inner juices.
She tensed at first, afraid of being hurt, but his words made
sense---and there was nothing she could do to stop him, anyhow.
Willing herself to relax, Pam was surprised how quickly the
agonizing pain turned to discomfort, and the discomfort to
pleasure. By the time Max was slowly moving his swollen cock its
whole shuddering length in and out of her relieved vaginal
channel, Pam found herself able to make her own first tentative
movements of sexual response. Experimenting, she daringly opened
herself up to one of Max's powerful thrusts, raising her hips up
off the bed.
"Aaaahhhh," she moaned in delight as the fires once again
started to burn high up between her slowly writhing legs. She
felt the huge rubbery organ, with its rock-hard core, slowly
spread her pussy lips and slide up the now pleasurably throbbing
inner channel, rushing in one smooth stroke up past the tender
opening to her cervix, filling her churning insides with
unbelievable presence.
"Fuck me, you rotten bastard," she snarled. "Use that
Goddamned thing like you knew what it was for." Hating Max, and
at the same time loving what he was doing to her powerfully
responding body, the last of her inner restraint disappeared like
a puff of smoke. She made no pretenses. Moaning and panting, Pam
threw herself wholeheartedly into their mutual act of lust. She
dug her toes into the mattress and thrust up hard, half-lifting
Max from the bed, grinding her groin tightly against his,
welcoming his hard rod deep up into her hot, gushing body.
Max responded with glee. Bracing himself on his knees, the
big man lengthened his strokes and began to pound relentlessly
into the excited girl below, knocking the breath from her with
each wild lunge. He could see her face this time, and eagerly
watched the expressions flickering over its sex-tortured features
each time he drove into her wetly accepting cunt. She no longer
looked like a lady. Her bright red lips were drawn back over her
perfect teeth in a half-snarl of primitive desire. Her eyes
glowed deeply behind her long thick lashes, the normally blue
irises almost purple in her passion. Her head was twisting wildly
from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to whip about her
face and spread over the pillow in a golden flood.
"Fuck, piss, shit!" Pam moaned, a lifetime's accumulation of
inhibitions flooding out of her subconscious mind in a stream of
dirty words. "Fuck me! Screw me! Make me cum! Shoot your hot
jiz right up into my guts!" she urged. Turned on by the lewd
words coming from the supposedly innocent girl beneath him, Max
felt himself becoming more excited. Looking down at his enormous
cock at it slithered relentlessly in and out of Pam's now wide-
open cunt, he could actually see it grow in size as his climax
neared. Pam's wet, hair-fringed pussy clung lewdly to his
rampaging shaft, her tender blonde pubic hair sticking to the
gleaming shaft as it started its next plunge, being driven far up
inside her gushing insides as the long thick shaft disappeared far
up into her lush flesh.
Max could tell that Pam was about to cum, too, from the way
that her stomach muscles were tightening, but she seemed to be
having trouble. She struggled wildly, obviously on the brink, and
Max helped her over the edge by suddenly pressing his fist into
her lower belly, forcing her inner parts down onto the deeply
thrusting head of his cock.
Pam felt as if she had burst inside. Wild lights flashed in
her brain in a kaleidoscope of color as her body completely
surrendered itself to her second orgasm. Her body arched back in
a bow, her fingers and toes curling spasmodically in age-old
reflex. She was gone---totally lost in an inner world of spinning
suns and galaxies, her body twitching and shuddering under Max's
ponderous weight.
In turn, Max's impending ejaculation was touched off by Pam's
spasming cunt, contracting in wave after wave, nibbling hungrily
on his enormously swelling cock. It was slow in coming, and he
felt as if Pam's pumping body was drawing the sperm right up from
his drum-tight balls.
"Here it comes, bitch!" he roared, feeling the first hot jets
spouting the length of his shuddering rod. He rammed himself as
deep as he could into Pam's obligingly open body, wanting to fill
her tender young belly with his steaming seed. In the last throes
of her own orgasm, she thrust her legs high in the air on either
side of his body, holding them straight and trembling as her
quivering womb drank up the last of his passion. A thick flood of
their combined cum gushed back out from where their loins were
obscenely locked, flooding down sweat-slippery bodies to drip in
thick ropes onto the bedspread below.
With one last sobbing gasp, Pam's body arched into the last
of her climax, her cuntal muscles squeezing his depleted cock
almost painfully. Then she collapsed back onto the sperm-soaked
bed, gasping for air, her body completely limp. Max fell forward,
his bristly head pillowing into her still-swollen breasts as he
fought to get his own breath back. They were both aware when his
shrinking cock slipped wetly from her still-gently working vagina
and trailed down into the crack between her ass-cheeks.
"Baby, can you ever fuck," Max said to the tired girl.
Pam forced herself to open her eyes and look up into his
coarse, grinning face. I wish it had been someone else, she
thought unhappily, remembering the way that she had given herself
to this brutal man. Despite the delight that her body had felt,
she still resented the way he had forced her to make love to him.
She knew he wished nothing but harm to her and Jack.
JACK!
For the first time Pam realized fully what she had done.
She'd been unfaithful with another man!
It didn't matter, she knew, that Jack had done so first.
Husbands were expected to he unfaithful, but with a woman it was
another matter---it always had been and always would, the
distraught young woman thought, convincing herself of her own
wrong-doing. And the man with whom she had committed this
unforgivable act was still lying on her sex-slippery body, as if
he had a right to be there.
"Get out!" she hissed between her teeth.
"Huh?" Max said with surprise.
"Get out, you filthy beast! Get out of my house!" she
screamed. The surprise on Max's face gradually hardened and
turned to anger. Why, this arrogant young cunt! He'd turned her
on like she'd never been turned on before, and this was how she
was treating him!
"Okay, bitch," he said coldly. "So you think you're too good
for old Max. Well, we'll see about that soon enough---some day
you'll beg me to stay, but I know when I'm not wanted." He stood
up, and looked down to where a long thread of cum was dangling
from his now-shrunken cock. "I'm gonna go home and wash your
pussy-smell off me." He quickly pulled on his clothes. "But I'll
be back," he snarled at Pam. "Back to play some more games with
your precious little cunt." He scooped up the photos which Pam
had left lying on the dresser.
"Wait!" she cried out. "Those are mine! You said if I ..."
"The bet's off, baby. You're gonna have to give old Max what
he wants first, and you're a long way from it. You just lie here
and feel superior, but I'll be back, and then we'll see what kind
of tune you sing.
Pam had risen half up on her elbows, frightened by Max's wild
face. She watched him go, taking the pictures with him, and
suspected that her future happiness with Jack was going with him,
too. The bedroom door slammed after him, and she was alone. Pam
lay there, half-propped up, remembering the warm feel of the earth
around the rose-bush. Had that happened this same morning? It
seemed impossible to the stunned young housewife as she stared
down at her blonde pubic hair, matted and sticky with Max
Flaherty's thick congealing cum.
Chapter 5
Disgusted with the sight of her own lust-smeared body, Pam
quickly got up from the bed and headed for the bathroom. She took
a long shower, slowly relaxing under the steaming jet of water.
Strange, I don't really feel, guilty, she thought as she
carefully examined her conscience. What bothered her most was the
fact that it was Max who had made love to her, a man she now
loathed more than ever. As for the sex---well ... that was
something that time had come due, she decided. She sensed from
the subtly different way that her body felt that she had left
behind her forever the old days of sexual strain and frustration.
She had a new possession---her sensuality---and was grateful for
its warm presence.
She had just re-entered the bedroom, slowly drying her nude
body, when she realized that she wasn't alone. She clutched the
towel to her nakedness, certain that Max had come back to bother
her again, but saw that it was a woman.
Anna!
The two women stood, looking at one another silently for what
seemed a long time to Pam.
"Max told me what happened," Anna finally said. When Pam
made no reply, she added, "I'm sorry."
"There's no need to be," Pam replied briskly. How did she
get in? she wondered. Max must have left the front door open.
Pam found it hard to look directly at Anna. She remembered the
photographs---Anna's mouth on Jack's cock, and the look on her
face when Jack was fucking her.
"I-It wasn't like you think," Anna said haltingly, which
sounded strange coming from the usually self-assured woman. "Max
told me about the pictures later. I didn't know he was there."
"You don't have to tell me any of this," Pam said, her manner
strained and cool. "I think I understand."
"But you don't!" Anna suddenly cried. "Max made me do it!"
She moved a step closer. "Max told me how he forced you to ...
give in to him ... because he blackmailed you. Well, he did the
same thing to me. He ... he has something on me that lets him
make me do anything he wants. I had to make love to Jack!"
Pam's reserve finally cracked. Seeing Anna humiliating
herself, the younger woman felt a quick rush of sympathy.
Impulsively she opened her arms to Anna, but to Pam's surprise, it
was she who suddenly broke down, sobbing bitterly, her head
pillowed on the older woman's shoulder. Her emotions, shattered
by the shocking events of the morning, suddenly fell in shreds.
Anna led Pam to the bed, patting her on the head and saying
soothing words. Pam's towel had fallen to the floor and she was
totally naked, but paid no attention to it in her upset mental
condition. Unheeding, she let Anna help her to stretch out on the
stained and rumpled bedspread, grateful for the way the other girl
was sympathetically stroking her sob-shaken body.
How nice her hands feel, Pam found herself thinking. Her
sobs slowly diminished, and she looked up with gratitude at her
rediscovered friend.
"You just lie there and relax. You've had one hell of a
day," Anna said quietly.
Glad to have someone to depend on after what she had been
through, Pam closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the delight
of Anna's cool fingers, smoothing her brow. It seemed very
natural when those same fingers slipped soothingly down her cheeks
and onto her throat and shoulders, kneading away the tension.
"My God, your belly's tense as a board," Anna remarked, and
then her hands were there, applying gentle pressure to the rigid
muscles beneath the velvety skin. Pam flinched a little, not used
to being touched by a woman, and she became suddenly very aware
that she was totally naked, lying on her back, all her most secret
parts bared to Anna's gaze. But that's stupid! she thought.
Anna's doing her best to make me feel better.
That was true. But at the same time, Anna was becoming
increasingly aware of Pam's nude beauty. Since the other girl's
eyes were closed, Anna felt free to let her eyes roam unhindered
over Pam's classic form. She paid particular attention to the
silky golden triangle of pubic hair just a few inches below where
her hand was slowly massaging Pam's rapidly softening belly. I'd
like to touch that! she thought, but didn't dare---not yet.
Instead, a vague plan forming in her mind, she began to
stroke higher up Pam's sleek torso, smoothing the flat of her
palms soothingly up the now gently breathing girl's rib cage.
Stroking higher each time, her fingertips began to make contact
with the base of Pam's pin-nippled breasts, just a little at
first, but in a very few minutes one hand moved right up and over
one of the firm, upthrusting mounds, brushing the nipple lightly
on the way.
Pam's breathing halted, and then let out with a little
shudder. What's she doing? she thought drowsily. I should stop
her ... but it feels so good! What harm can it do? Pam
rationalized, taking the brief contact with her decidedly pleased
breast as just another part of the wonderful caressing massage
that Anna was giving her. So she didn't say anything when it
happened again, nor later, when Anna openly began to rub both of
her rapidly awakening twin mounds. It wasn't until she realized
that Anna was paying particular attention to her palpitatingly
hard nipples hat Pam's eyes flew open in sudden realization.
"Oh!" Pam exclaimed, looking up into the other woman's eyes.
Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the look of tender
affection on Anna's face. Affection, and ... Pam didn't dare
think what else might be there. "Anna?" she said in confusion.
"Shhhhh," Anna said gently, and by now her hands were once
again gliding lightly up over Pam's throat and shoulders, so what
was there to worry about? By the time Anna's knowing hands were
once again on her breasts, Pam was past caring. A gentle warmth
suffused her entire, lovingly stroked body. Too late she tried to
warn herself that her libido was slipping past the point of no
return. Her belly began to glow with desire for further
stimulation.
And Anna was ready to give it to her! Though normally
preferring men, Anna was definitely ambidextrous where sex was
concerned, and in the past had made love to several women. But
never to one this lovely, Anna thought in rising excitement,
looking longingly down at her young friend's flawless body.
Sensing that it was time, will to take a chance, she let her hands
wander lower, over Pam's softly rounded belly, which now trembled
noticeably under her expert touch, and then into the outskirts of
her soft blonde pubic hair.
Pam's breath caught in her throat again, and Anna found
herself holding her breath, too. Would Pam make her stop? The
younger girl's hands started to rise up and seize Anna's wrists,
but suddenly went limp and fell back on the bed.
Anna knew she had won.
Not giving the other woman time to think, she quickly slid
her energy-charged fingertips down over Pam's pubic mound, gently
parting the puffy outer lips so that she could reach inside the
already moistened pink slit that hid underneath. It was only a
matter of a few minutes before Pam's body began to lose control.
Slowly and dreamily her hips began to pump up against Anna's
talented fingers.
What's happening to me? she wondered, but knew, even as she
asked the question. Her body, completely turned on for the first
time less than an hour ago, was begging for more, and the contrast
between Anna's gentle, affectionate touch and Max's brutal, though
exciting mauling, was a new delight that her previously denied
flesh demanded to explore.
Then she felt Anna's wonderful fingers leave her hotly
quivering genitals, and looked up in surprise to see the other
woman struggling out of her clothes. "W-What?" she started to
ask.
"It just seems ... obscene, for me to be dressed right now,"
Anna replied, her usually carefully modulated voice slightly out
of control. Pam watched, enthralled, as her friend quickly
undressed. She had seen few naked women since she had left high
school, and had caught glimpses of some of the bolder girls
undressing in the gym. She herself had always gone into one of
the bathroom stalls to change into her gym costume like so many
others. Holding her breath, she watched Anna's heavy, dark-tipped
breasts spill free, jiggling excitedly as the lovely brunette
struggled out of her skirt. Being more slender herself, Pam was
entranced as Anna's more mature, full hips bloomed out of her
lowering skirt and panties, exciting below her oval, satin-skinned
belly.
Like a magnet Pam's eyes were drawn inexorably to Anna's
darkly shaded pubic triangle, so unlike her own. She caught a
glimpse of the pink gash beneath as Anna's full shapely thighs
parted for a moment, and then the other woman was up on the bed
with her, moving close.
"W-What are you going to do?" Pam asked, a bit frightened of
the strange gleam in the other woman's eyes.
"I-I'm going to eat your pussy!" Anna said, her voice
catchers in a suddenly dry throat. "Pam ..." There was a plea in
the voice. "Pam ... I want to make you cum ... with my mouth!"
The young blonde could hardly believe her ears. This is
going too far! her mind warned. This is LESBIANISM! But by now,
Anna's seducing fingers were once again trailing fire through
Pam's eagerly accepting pussy slit, prodding her painfully
throbbing clitoris and even dipping slightly up inside her gently
working vaginal mouth. The word "cum" was what finally won over
Pam. Under Anna's hot touch she could sense the expert knowledge
that would once again raise her to the heights. Why not? she
thought in final acceptance. Everything else has happened to me
today! Why not this?
Eagerly she spread her legs to make room for Anna to get at
her suddenly raging-hot cunt. But the inexperienced Pam was
surprised by the way that Anna positioned herself. Facing away
from her, Anna straddled Pam's body, with her head poised ready
above Pam's hungrily waiting snatch, while her own loins were
poised directly over Pam's face, her knees on either side of Pam's
golden head.
"Why ...?" Pam started to say' but her breath sucked in
sharply as Anna suddenly blew a stream of warm breath across the
moist trembling surface of her pussy-slit. My God! Pam thought
with awe. If it feels that good when she just blows on it, what
will ...?
"Uuuunnnnhhhh," she moaned as Anna lowered her head and,
snake-like, darted her tiny pink tongue into the young blonde's
red-hot slit. Pam's whole body twitched as liquid fire seemed to
race through her loins. Her hips jerked up automatically, trying
to press her pleasure-filled genitals closer to Anna's soft-
checked face.
Within a few seconds, Anna had turned the innocent young
housewife into a mass of quaking, shivering, moaning flesh,
writhing below her on the bed while her hot tongue darted here and
there inside her wide-open cunt. Pam was vaguely aware that Anna
was saying something to her, but the other woman's words were hard
to catch, muffled by the close contact of Pam's wet, slippery
snatch. Then, finally, Anna jerked her mouth free for a moment
and Pam finally understood her.
"God, do me, too!" Anna was begging. With a shock, Pam
realized that she should have known. Of course! That's why Anna
had positioned her own loins in such a way! Pam found herself
staring up at Anna's brown-furred cunt, just inches away from her
own face. The outer lips were partially pulled open by the spread
position of Anna's soft sleek thighs, and Pam could see that her
companion was excited---glistening beads of lubricating juice
shone like pearls all along the slit of Anna's warmly trembling
cunt ... so close ... and Pam wondered for a moment if some of the
slippery liquid was going to drip down onto her face.
I've been selfish, she thought. I should be willing to pay
Anna back for what she's doing to me. But ... can l? Pam
swallowed nervously as she stared up at the quivering, wet, hair-
fringed slit above, and remembered how sickened she had been at
the thought of Jack's mouth being pressed to her own seeping cunt.
But now she knew how it felt, and that somehow changed things.
Surely, the unbelievably good feelings that came from having
someone lick and suck at the pussy must make it somehow
acceptable! Pam suddenly realized that reason was an ineffective
tool in such matters as Anna's lips suddenly closed around her
erect little clitoris, sucking hard, and nearly brought her off
the bed with delight.
"Oh, Anna," she breathed happily, and without any further
hesitation reached up around Anna's expectantly quivering thighs
and parted the other woman's thick outer pussy-lips. Glancing
quickly up and down the scarlet, dew-drenched slit, Pam picked her
target, and drawing Anna's gladly accepting loins down to her,
buried her beautiful face deep between her friend's twitching
legs, sampling for the first time the rich taste of fully aroused
cunt-flesh!
The two women quivered and panted together on the big bed,
their bodies a tangle of arms, legs, and obscenely displayed
buttocks, their moans bubbling in the depths of one another's hot
shuddering pussies, oblivious to everything but the wild delights
of fully shared sex, unaware that surprised eyes were observing
them through the partially open bedroom window.
It was Max! After he'd come out of the bathroom at home,
he'd been surprised to find that Anna was gone. It took him a few
minutes, but he soon enough figured out where she must be.
Cursing, he crossed the street to Pam's house. I don't want those
two cunts to get together and start comparing notes, he thought
angrily. His hand was on the front door when he thought he heard
strange sounds coming from the side of the house---moans, and
choked sobs. Immediately identifying them as the sounds of a
woman's sexual reaction, the big man quickly slipped toward a
half-opened window and, peering cautiously in, saw Pam and Anna in
the middle of their lewd female coupling.
For the love of God ... Can you beat that! he thought,
gleefully watching the two women twisting together in passion on
the bed. Old Max sure can pick em. Those two broads just can't
stop! Feeling his cock growing in his pants as he eagerly watched
the excitingly lewd scene going on only a few feet away, Max was
tempted to break in on the two women and fuck them both, but then
he got a better idea. Remembering how Pam had treated him, Max's
small pale eyes took on an evil glint as he began to see the
possibilities of completely humiliating her.
Leaving the side of the house, Max quickly went in his own
front door. He looked up a number in the phone book and dialed,
drumming his fingers nervously on the table-top while he listened
to it ring.
"Hello," he said when it was finally answered. "Get me Mr.
Hollister, please ... Jack Hollister." And then a moment later.
"Jack? This is your neighbor, Max Flaherty. I think you'd better
come home right away ... yeah, that's right ... I think I got some
bad news for you ... Yeah ... it's your wife."
* * *
Pam knew she was going to cum, and thought she recognized the
same signs in Anna. The other woman quivered above her, her hot,
slick pussy-flesh swelling and tightening under Pam's enthusiastic
licking, but excited as she was, Anna never let her own mouth
break contact with Pam's needfully spasming little cunt. The
young blonde felt the now-familiar pressure building up in her
belly, waiting for the final trigger, and Anna supplied it by
splaying her tongue out flat and vigorously shaking her head,
slithering its moist heat back and forth over Pam's delighted
clitoris. Pam's back arched in final release, and wanting to make
sure that she didn't shirk her duty to her friend, she gripped
Anna's thighs tightly and pressed her mouth to the other woman's
juicy snatch, sucking voraciously. As Pam drifted away on the
wings of her own orgasm, she felt Anna's cunt begin to shudder and
contract rhythmically, and a moment later the older girl's hot
pussy-juices came gushing wetly out, to run in a slippery stream
down Pam's silky cheeks. The two women writhed and jerked
together, moaning out the last of their orgasm, then finally fell
into a sodden heap together, both exhausted.
Both were still trying to get their ragged breathing under
control, shyly avoiding one another's eyes, when a stentorian roar
filled the room.
"WHAT THE FUCK ...?"
Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully
toward the figure that stood in the door.
"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband. He stood
staring at the two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so
recently his lover, unable to believe his eyes. And I thought
it'd be impossible to get them in the same bed! he thought in
stunned shock.
"My God!" he half-shouted. "Now I understand why you never
came across with me!"
"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering
what the next disaster could be.
"Why ... it's obvious!" Jack stammered. "I wanted to make
love to you and all the time you were a ... LESBIAN!"
"No, Jack ... you don't understand it at all," Pam said
desperately, knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young
husband as he stood gaping at first her and then Anna.
"She's all right, sonny ... you got it all wrong," a heavy
male voice boomed, and Max came into the room. "She's one of the
hottest pieces of tail I've ever had." It took a moment for the
full meaning of his words to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.
"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife. "You mean you...? He
swung toward Max, his hands bunching into fists. Max's
answer was simple. He made a grand gesture, linking Jack and
Anna. "Tit for tat," he growled.
"Please, Jack," Pam broke in. "I had to do it. He-He had
pictures of you and Anna. He was going to show them to J.B."
Jack's eyes jerked back to Max, the color draining from his face.
"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice. For a answer,
Max handed him one of the photos.
"I got a lot more at home," he said. Jack stared for several
seconds at the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless
hand. He stared at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to
get into gear, but its wheels were spinning. He had walked into
an incredible scene, alerted by Max, watching his wife make love
to another woman. And then to cap it off, he'd found out she'd
been unfaithful with Max. It didn't matter what the reason was.
Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's body was one of his most
important possessions, something he was only willing to share on
his own terms. His whole being cried out for vengeance against
the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the big man
holding those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with a
word, where it counted most---at work!
Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's
leering face, the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned
his frustration on his nakedly crouching young wife.
"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl. "I'll bet it
didn't take much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug
little pants." Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her
husband's cruel words.
"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember?
When my promotion was at stake?"
"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice. "I-I ... he made me do it!"
"Sure!" he snapped. "And I suppose you're going to tell me
that Anna came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"
"Of course not," Pam said. "That was different. We ..."
"Sure," he said bitterly. "It's always different when you're
with somebody other than me. Christ, all the times I wanted to
eat your cunt, and ...
"Tastes like honey," Max broke in. There was a stunned
silence from Jack.
"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you
also let him do that to you?" Pam tried to answer but found that
she couldn't. Slow tears trickled down her face as her world
collapsed around her.
"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked
viciously, slowly approaching his sobbing young wife, who was
still crouched on top of the wildly disordered bed. All she could
do was slowly shake her head in a general plea for understanding
"God, all the times I wanted to ..." He suddenly sprang
forward and grabbed his wife by the arm. Is there anywhere you're
still virgin?" he screamed. I'm going to find out! I'm going to
make you wish you'd given me everything I ever wanted from yon"
Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to
struggle with his belt. He jerked it open and a moment later his
pants dropped in a heap around his feet. His other clothes
followed and in seconds he was naked. My God, he's going to rape
me ... in front of Max and Anna! she thought in horror, watching
him massage his cock, which had already begun to harden in his
rage and excitement. She tried to slip off the bed so she could
run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and seized her by the
arm. With fierce strength, he spun her around on the bed, forcing
her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing over the
edge, almost kneeling on the floor.
"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably
haven't got around to using yet."
"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the
truth.
"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the
looks of it, it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel
his strong hands, brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her
tender little rectum.
"No!" she shrieked. "You can't! Your penis is too big to go
in there! You'll split me in two!"
"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me."
And he forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam
felt the tender skin around her anus stretch painfully.
"Anna ... help!" Pam shrieked. Then her friend flew forward,
trying to pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife. "You leave
her alone, you cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn
balls off!"
Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly
Max's powerful hands flung Anna half across the room. "Mind your
own business, cunt. Don't you know better than to interfere with
a man and his wife?" He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam
get what he felt was coming to her. Stuck-up bitch! he thought.
Too good for Max Flaherty, is she? Well, we'll see what song she
sings In a few minutes! He went over to Pam, and pinned her
writhing torso to the bed, holding her a helpless prisoner before
her husband's depraved attack.
"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to
himself, staring at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking
asshole. "Gotta open it up a little." He probed at the fear-
tensed pucker with one finger, trying to worm it up inside.
"Stop ... stop ... it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the
first harsh pressure against her tender nether parts.
"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on
the rump with the flat of his hand. Pam yelped in new pain, a
vivid red splotch spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek.
Afraid of another blow, she forced herself to hold still while
Jack ruthlessly worked one finger up into the cringing girl's
pain-racked rectum. She bit her lips in agony while he busily
slid his digit in and out, stretching the tight little hole.
After a few strokes, she found the pain was just bearable, as she
widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.
But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free
hand, stroking it into hard readiness. When it finally jutted out
from his strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward,
lining the swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared
anus.
"Ooohhhhh ... please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she
begged. "I'll do anything else you want."
"You're fucking right, you will ..." Jack snarled, "after I
fuck you in the ass. And the first thing you'll do is get me that
promotion. J.B. made a deal with me." He let his words sink into
his wife's unbelieving brain. "He said if I let him fuck you,
he'll make me vice-president. Do you hear?"
Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief. My
God! He's trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought
in horror. To that dirty old man! At that moment, Pam's marriage
dissolved around her, leaving her in total despair. It no longer
mattered much to her what Jack was about to do. Everything else
was ruined. Why not let him tear her body apart, too? She knelt
in total subservience before her half-mad husband as he readied
his final assault. Pam didn't make a sound as he began the
terrible pressure that would inevitably end up with his rock-hard
penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks. Stoically, she
felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cock-head drove
relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.
But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock
finally popped up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her
rectum, filling her with a white-hot lance of unbearable pain.
She thrashed wildly on the bed, struggling madly to get away as
Jack relentlessly shoved further and further up into her twitching
bowels. But it was hopeless. Max's heavy arms held her pinned
prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her futile struggle.
When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's
obscenely stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down
at his swollen purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely
young woman's white, softly swelling buttocks. His eyes bulging
with excitement, the panting young husband was filled with an
overwhelming sense of power and strength. This is how to treat
the fucking hitches! he thought exultantly. Hurt 'em! Make 'em
yell! All his life he had been searching for power, and here it
was in its most perfect form---the ability to inflict pain on a
weaker person! Jack lovingly drew his cock part way out of his
wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some of her tender
pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly pounded
his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty shaft.
She screamed again.
Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she
could do nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room,
heading for her house across the street, her mind screaming for
her to find some way to stop her young friend's painful
humiliation. She had darted inside the door and closed it behind
her when she saw a letter lying on the floor beneath the mail
slot. She would have passed it by, but something about it caught
her eye.
It had her father's return address.
Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few
lines.
"Dear daughter," it stated. "You know I don't like to
interfere in your private life, but I've recently learned from a
mutual friend that you are living with Max Flaherty. I think
there are a few things you should know about that man." And then
the letter went on, line after line to describe how, years ago,
Max had committed a serious crime, a murder. Being under an
obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the matter
secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should
know. All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had
shown Anna.
But he had twisted the facts! It was Max who was guilty, not
her father!
Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her
father and brought the whole thing to his attention long ago. It
would have saved her months of agony with Max. And it would
probably have saved Pam as well.
But it's not too late! she thought excitedly. She started
back out the door, but quickly got hold of herself. No point In
lumping from the frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself.
She found what she hoped was a secure hiding place for her
father's letter, and then went to her room and began to paw
through the back of a drawer.
She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with
Max!
* * *
Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts.
It wasn't the pain that brought her tears---that had diminished
long ago. It was the despair of finally knowing what kind of man
Jack was---a conniving opportunist who would stop short of nothing
to further his ambitions---even forcing his wife to become the
unwilling mistress of a loathsome old man she despised. That and
the humiliation. Pam knew what a spectacle she must make, held
down by Max, her buttocks thrust obscenely into the air, her ass-
cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly thrust his big member
again and again up into her plundered asshole. Pam considered
this moment the low point of her entire life, and the only thing
she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock into
her defenseless rear. That would almost certainly have killed
her.
Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly
into his blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum. He sank
his fingers into the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-
cheeks, savoring the sleek feel of her soft tender skin. He knew
from the way his cock was growing and the tingling in his tightly
drawn ball-sack that he was going to cum soon---going to shoot his
hot load up into his whimpering little wife's guts. Things were
going to be different from now on, he thought. This proud little
bitch was going to lay down and beg for everything she got. She
had defied him too long. Feeling ten feet tall, Jack dug his toes
into the carpet and launched into the last few strokes that he
knew would finally make him pop his nuts.
Pam also realized her husband was about to cum---fill her
nether parts with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted.
Knowing she had no choice but to take it, the humiliated young
girl determined that she would not give her husband the
satisfaction of reacting in any way to what he was doing to her.
The pain was no longer a problem---it was more or less gone. But
it had been replaced by a strange numbing feeling far up in her
plundered body that Pam regretfully had to identify as pleasure---
an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her inside out. I
could cam this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned if I
will! Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had
his enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he
held her down with his other hand. Max was enjoying himself in
the only way he knew how.
The eyes of the two men met. They stared at one another for
a long moment, and then Jack knew it was time. His awesomely
swollen cock began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and
he could feel his testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the
hot sperm. Holding tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed
into her for all he was worth, burying his cock to the hilt,
flattening her ass-cheeks with his lean hard loins. As his
boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs hitherto unused back
passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the big man was
cumming, too. His thick white cum shot out of the end of his
wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her
with its slippery wetness.
Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she
had to fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her
guts boiled with an obscene passion. I'll have to remember this,
she thought bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like.
She shuddered as Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and
she wished she were able to wipe it away. She hated the man.
Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast
shrinking cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass. She straightened
up, stiff from being held down for so long, wincing at the double
pain from her overused lower parts.
"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his
dripping cock back in his pants. He went over to the dresser and
picked up a bottle of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was
raising it to his lips when the door flew open. Anna was standing
in the opening, one hand half-hidden behind her back.
"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.
"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually. "Why, you
want some, too?"
"No, Max. You've had all the fun with me you're going to
have." She let a long pregnant pause pass. "I just got a letter
from my father ... He told me everything." Max's face turned
chalk-white, telling Anna everything she wanted to know. But
still he tried to bluff it out.
"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking
a menacing step towards her.
"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand. There was
a gun in it.
"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step. The
gun roared, deafening everyone in the room. The bottle in Max's
hand shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass
into the air.
" Fucking ... shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut
by the glass. Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former
slave's face and began to back away. "Now take it easy, baby," he
said nervously, "take it easy."
"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything,"
Anna snarled. "But you and I are going down to the police
station. I'm sure they'll want to talk to you ... about a little
murder."
"No! You can't!" Max cried. "They'll hang me!"
"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.
"Wait!" Max pleaded. "Listen to me!" He was nearly
groveling. "I'll make it worth your while. I'll give you money!"
"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing
you burn, Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.
"Wait!" he said again, making one last try. He fished in his
pocket with his good hand and held up a key. "You know that
strong box in my room? This is the key to it, and inside there's
a hundred thousand bucks in negotiable securities. It could be
yours! You want to see me burn that much?"
A thoughtful look came over Anna's face. "A hundred thousand
dollars?" she mused. "A person could go a long way on that."
Max tossed the key to her. "It's yours. You turn me in,
you'll have to give it to the cops!"
"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said,
keeping a careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.
Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between
Anna and Max, their mouths hanging open.
Now Anna turned to Pam. "Get dressed," she ordered. "We're
getting out of here."
"But ..." Pam started to say.
"But what? You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her
chin at Jack. "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along
with me." Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one
last look at her husband, she began to pull on her clothes.
"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover.
Now I know what kind of woman you are."
"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna
laughed. "But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm
no lesbian, or have you forgotten the other night. Sure, I like
to eat a little pussy now and then, but it's men for me, all the
way. That's why I'm splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with
me. We're going somewhere far away from you two creeps, where I
can show her what real men are like. Where she can forget gutless
sadists like you two." Jack flushed, but the gun in her hand kept
him silent.
"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.
"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied. "Max's hundred thousand will
buy us everything new from scratch. Just let's march out the door
and get started." Then she turned to the two men. "I'm going to
bequeath you two to each other," she laughed. "Max has the goods
on you at work, and you can have him nailed for murder. Have fun
with each other." She backed out the door after Pam.
"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give
me any trouble, I'll gut-shoot you." Then they were gone, leaving
the two men alone.
They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other
up, searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks
in deepest.
Epilogue
The Mediterranean. The big white yacht swung lazily at
anchor in a quiet cove. Terraced slopes stretched up to a
rambling villa perched on a hillside. Two men and a woman sat on
the sun-drenched deck, sipping tall iced drinks. Below them, a
slender form shimmered beneath the hull, picking its way through
an underwater tangle of brilliantly colored sea life. Bubbles
rose, popping in the warm salty air, and the slender form followed
them up, breaking the surface with a glittering spray of shining
water drops. It was a girl. She swam over to the boat and
waited, treading water, her golden hair spreading around her sun
bronzed shoulders like a shining fan.
"Someone help me up," she called. One of the men, wavy
haired, with blue eyes, went over to the rail and leaning down,
offered her his hand. He hoisted her aboard in one easy movement.
She was naked, and stood shivering for a moment as the sea-breeze
hit her wet skin, water cascading down from the pink tips of her
full, outthrusting breasts.
"Pam, you look cold," the man said, his heavily accented
voice thick with desire. "Let's go below, and ... warm up."
"Nothing I'd like better, Giovanni," she murmured, and let
him lead her down into the cabin. The other couple continued to
sip their drinks, silently enjoying the warm sun, until a few
minutes later the unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of
passion floated up from the cabin.
"Does that give you any ideas?" the man asked the woman.
Anna Collins laughed. "I always have ideas like that,
Pietro," she responded huskily, beginning to unfasten the buttons
of her blouse. But she stopped a moment, amusement lighting up
her face.
"What is it?" Pietro asked, his pants already off, baring his
long rubbery cock.
"Nothing," she replied gaily. "Just remembering the two
darling men who made all this possible ... so long ago." Her brow
wrinkled in thought.
"I wonder if they've killed each other yet?"
The End
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