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ONE

The guard at the stage door didn't want to let the girls in. "Look, man, I told you," one of the girls said. "Earl told us we could come backstage and watch him perform. God, certainly I wouldn't lie about anything like that!"

The guard looked at the small band of girls. Having nothing better to do, he decided to argue with them for a while. He knew it didn't matter. Most of the girls would get in anyway. Somehow groupies always managed to sneak their way in backstage whenever the rock performers were appearing. However, why make it easy for them. Why not make them sweat and work for it ... or perhaps get something out of it?

All of the girls looked incredible. They were beautiful and luscious, absolutely ravishing, but all of them looked extremely young. Most of them were teeny-boppers and they wore very short micro-miniskirts, the type that always seemed to show three inches of smooth satiny material at their crotch. Here and there, a few of them wore hot pants and thin T-shirts which made the nipples of their youthful breasts stand out like hard, round pebbles. The guard looked at them, then shook his head. These were certainly a new breed of girls. They were all long legged and slender. Their thighs were firm, round and smooth. Their legs looked like the legs of showgirls. As far as breasts were concerned, all of them were amply endowed. All of them looked sexy as hell, not at all like the girls of his time. "Sorry, girls," he said. "Only performers are permitted backstage."

The girl who had spoken before glared at him. She realized that only money would buy their way in to the backstage area of the auditorium theater ... either that or something more persuasive. She fluttered her long lashes seductively at him, pressed herself sensuously up against him. "Oh, c'mon, let us in," she said to him. "One of us will treat you real good afterwards, if you do ..."

The guard looked down at her. His eyes lit up, moistened. He knew perfectly well what she meant. He sighed. In a way, it was better than money. It had been a long time since he had had that done to him. Suddenly he eyed her suspiciously. He reached down, grabbed the young girl's wrist. He wasn't interested in promises. He wanted it now. "Okay, but it'll have to be C.O.D. First I'll let the rest in. After you deliver, you can follow them."

The young girl bit down on her lip petulantly. She had walked right into it, practically invited it. The other girls looked at her gratefully, then scampered past the guard into the backstage area of the big auditorium.

The guard looked down at the young girl he was holding by the wrist. As a teeny-bopper, she was very cute, very appealing. Naturally she was only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but he didn't care. In fact, he even liked it better. He had never had a chance at anything as young as her!

Silently he led the very young teenager back to the night watchman's quarters behind the big stage.

***

The big rock band concert was over. Most of the audience were on their way home-including the young teeny-boppers and groupies. In the back, the guard-who also doubled as night watchman-was sleeping peacefully, snoring with a smile of deep pleasure and satisfaction. Noisily, the last of the other groups of musicians found their way to the exit door, clanked and thumped their instruments into the rear of their bus, piled in one after the other, then snarled the big heavy motor over and drove it chuggingly away into the night.

"It's okay, now," said one of the fellows from Earl's group. "Everybody has left." He had been standing there watching through the thin open slit of the door. Now that everyone had left, he turned to enjoy the spectacle which Earl had prepared for him and the rest of the boys.

Gloria was stark naked. Her entire body was bathed and encased in an aura of glistening sweat. She looked dark and sultry. She was squatted down on all fours, just like some wild animal-a sleek, hungry-looking panther. Her hair was black and matted down. It shone wetly. Her eyes were strangely dilated and they contained a strange faraway expression.

Earl was sitting up in a chair before her in the center of the huge dressing room where all of the rock performers from his segment of the show changed after the show. He stared down at her, grinned from ear to ear. Her eyes looked tense with anticipation as she gazed down at the big fat, round object in her hands. The object she was holding was Earl's cock ... and it was big, very big!

Earl turned his head, looked at all of the other musicians in the room. They were crowded around in a circle and their eyes were staring. Again his eyes smiled with amusement. He doubted if any of them had ever seen such a big cock before. Obviously they thought cocks of his size only existed in fiction.

Earl's cock was so big that Gloria had to use both hands to hold it. Standing tall, it soared upwards like a large, fat, round marble column. The fine network of blue veins circumscribed it completely. At the top, the mushroom-shaped lavender crown strained, glowered darkly, pointed its open, pouting hole straight up at her like a cannon.

Slowly a large beaded drop began forming at the entrance to the dark open hole. It swelled into a large liquid teardrop. Swiftly, avidly, Gloria flicked out at it with just the tip of her long animal-like tongue. She moaned softly, rolled her eyes with fervent ardor as she picked it off with the edge of her pink tongue.

Her impatience seemed to be getting the better of her. She couldn't wait to begin. "Boy, you sure look hungry, girl," said Earl, grinning as he looked down at her.

Gloria breathed deeply, then sighed. She realized that he was taunting her, deliberately showing off in front of his friends. "Yes ... I ... I am hungry for it," she managed to say in a low hoarse voice. Returning her eyes to the big cock in her hands, she stared at it with unmistakable craving and longing.

Earl's eyes danced merrily. Gloria was a groupie. She was young, only about eighteen. He had spotted her hanging around backstage, watching the rock performance along with the other groupies and teeny-boppers. As soon as he saw her, he recognized her immediately. Gloria Benson's name and face was famous. She was as well known as the girl who went around making plaster cast models of famous rock star's cocks. Starting at the age of fourteen, she had been following rock groups around for years and she had built quite a reputation for herself. Her specialty was eating cock, sucking it. Legend had it that she had sucked off some of the highest-priced talent in the rock music industry. She had personally milked some of the biggest stars, sucked and drained their cocks dry with her soft, wet mouth, swallowed and ingested some of the most expensive, warm semen in the business.

As soon as he saw her lush wet lips, Earl realized why the girl had become so famous. She was stunningly beautiful and she looked like a natural born cocksucker. Her mouth was small, pouting, but her lips looked soft and appealing. They were the sort of lips which turned men on immediately. They were very full and they were moist and luscious, very sensuous looking. They looked inviting, exciting, tantalizing. They were the sort of lips which made a man feel like dropping his pants and sticking his big cock right into her mouth. Combined with her fulsome, voluptuous body and dark, sultry good looks, it was quite a devastating combination.

Earl's eyes continued dancing merrily. He glanced over at his business manager, Arnie. He winked at him. Arnie was a good twenty years older than himself. Fat, mid-fortyish and balding, he carried a perpetual look of worry around with him. Arnie was standing alone by himself in a corner away from the rest of the group of young musicians. He was sweating and wiping his neck with a handkerchief. Really he knew he wasn't part of all this. Being so much older, he simply didn't belong ... but he had stayed anyway ... partly out of curiosity, mostly out of lust, envy, plus the desire to share in the experience vicariously. Staring back, his eyes indicated mild disapproval, but they shone brightly with lust and excitement.

Earl looked down at the exceptionally beautiful young girl. Her eyes remained riveted on his cock. Her face was a blank, waiting. "Well, if you're really so hungry, maybe I should let you start eating, then." Earl's voice was being playful, teasing. It was a feather in his cap having her perform like this. No one had ever got her to do it in front of his friends before. Now here she, was kneeling before him in front of everyone. And in the nude, yet!

Gloria said nothing. She just looked up at him. She was used to treatment of this sort. All of these rock stars were alike. They loved watching a girl kneeling before them, making her worship their cocks. They enjoyed humiliating beautiful young girls, making them beg for it

"You know, that's an awful big cock you've got there." Earl's voice boomed in her ears as he taunted her further. "Are you really sure that you can eat it ... that you can handle it all? I mean, I don't want you starting anything you can't finish."

Gloria's eyes raised upwards. She gazed at him coolly. "Just don't worry about me. I can eat all of it."

There was a strong note of assurance in her voice. Man, but is she cool, thought Earl. His spine tingled accordingly. Gloria licked her lips salaciously, then returned her eyes to the fully engorged cock standing within her coiled fingers. She noted the thin film of fluid covering the smooth bloated head. His cock was leaking now. He certainly wouldn't be able to hold out much longer. Her eyes narrowed to delighted slits as she watched the colorless fluid exude upward from the open-slotted hole. Spreading like warm balm oil or syrup, the fluid started rolling down the round sides of his big glands, flowed down to her slender smooth fingers.

Earl leaned back in the chair. He regarded her appraisingly. "I don't know, girl. Don't bite off more than you can chew. It might ruin your reputation, you know," he said. "That's a real big fat cock you've got there. Not many girls can do a real proper job on one like that."

The faintest trace of a smile crossed her face. Her eyes remained fixed on his big hard cock, staring at it trance-like as it continued drooling. "Don't worry about it," she said calmly. "Even if it is big, I can take it all in. Once I start, I won't quit on you. I'll ... I'll give you the time of your life."

Despite everyone's presence there, Gloria's eyes shone hungrily, avidly. She was so strung out with hunger and lust, she could barely wait to begin.

Finally Earl nodded. "Okay, girl; start giving me some head. Let's see what sort of a job you can do on it."

Slowly Gloria lowered her head. She flicked out her tongue and ran the sharp, pointed tip of it lightly across the smooth skin just below the drool. She ran the broad topside of her tongue slowly upward, lapped up the clear syrupy liquid.

Earl watched her wet tantalizing tongue. He groaned softly as he saw his fluid lying in a pool on it. Slowly she licked the swollen, bloated head of his cock. She licked it circular wise, lapped up all of the slimy fluid, then drew her tongue back into her mouth, swallowed. Again her tongue darted forward like a striking snake. She dipped the pointed narrow end of it down into the open, pouting hole.

Earl shivered. The girl really knew her work. As Gloria's tongue worked and licked, her eyes took on a strange glinted look. Her breathing grew heavier. It was almost as if she was afraid that some of his vital fluid might escape. Numbly Earl stared down and watched her. It was almost as if she didn't want to lose one drop of precious oily liquid ... not one single drop of dewy moisture.

As soon as she finished licking up the fluid, she nibbled his cock with her lips. She started at the base, worked her way slowly upward. She stretched her mouth wide open, slid her lips claspingly over the big burgeoning head of Earl's cock, then slid it slowly into her mouth.

From a distance, it looked practically impossible. Gloria had a small mouth and Earl's cock looked much too big. Somehow her lips stretched elastically over the big round swollen head. They slid down over the smooth round rim of his glands, started sliding down the round gleaming barrel. Becoming excited by what she was doing, she moaned as if being carried away, then began sucking and rolling his large cock around in her mouth.

Soon she was siphoning at it greedily. Moist noisy slurps filled the room. "Suck it! Suck it!" snarled Earl excitedly. His body stiffened and his eyes began bulging. "That's it! C'mon, girl ... lap it up. Suck it real good. Suck it like mad!"

Gloria kept right on working in the exact same manner. Her head moved up and down. She slid her lips moistly down and up the upper portion of his thick cock. Slowly her lips reached further and further downwards along the entire length of his big, hard, rounded cock each time her head descended. She began sucking harder and faster, quicker! She began taking more and more of it into her mouth. Finally she gagged, choked once or twice.

Uneasy laughter tittered through the room. Quietly the rock musicians looked at each other. From the corner, Arnie gasped audibly. The girl already had more than half of Earl's big cock in her mouth. Soon it would be right down in her throat.

Earl squirmed in the chair. His legs were stretched fully out beside the girl's waist and down under her armpits. Twitching, his powerful thigh muscles began tensing and bulging through his tight dungarees. "God, that's it girl! Keep giving me plenty of head. Give me some more tongue work now."

Gloria's mouth was really working. Her eyes looked glazed. She was so worked up with frenzy and lust that her face looked barely recognizable. Sucking voraciously, she began taking the extremely thick lower root portion of Earl's big cock deeper into her mouth. Her lips stretched tautly. They stretched and strained as they slid slowly down over the ever-thickening base. Finally she was practically there. Three-quarters of Earl's big thick cock was buried deeply in her warm mouth. Gasping, each fellow in the room dropped his mouth open. Gloria's lips looked incredibly stretched. They were stretched so widely, so cruelly and tightly about Earl's big, fat, rounded cock that they simply couldn't believe it!

Her lips looked as if they would burst or rip themselves apart. At the corners, the thin membrane tissue strained, looked as if it was ready to tear. Everyone started getting excited. They stared as if hypnotized. Her mouth was entirely filled with Earl's big thick cock. It was so chock full of it that, despite her tightly clasping lips, some of the saliva began escaping. Everyone realized that the head of Earl's big cock was in the girl's throat. Her throat was stuffed and jammed with it. She no longer had any control over her own mouth's juices. Slowly the saliva drooled from the corners of her mouth. It trickled down both sides of her chin.

Soon the saliva was dribbling and flowing, running almost continuously from the corners of her mouth. Somehow it made her look like a wild frothing, ravenous animal. "God, just look at her go!" exclaimed one of the observers in awe.

Each of them stared disbelievingly. They had never seen anything like this in their life. The girl really was just like an animal. Obviously she loved sucking cock.

"Christ she sucks like there's no tomorrow," said one of the musicians.

A base player next to him snickered. "She sucks as if she simply can't get enough of it ... as if it was the tastiest thing in the world."

Sucking avidly, Gloria just didn't seem to care. She heard them but kept right on going, anyway. She seemed completely lost in a world of her own. Sliding her mouth up and down, she continued sucking, siphoning. She didn't seem to care about anything-just as long as she could keep on eating and sucking. Finally, sucking wildly, drooling at the mouth, her face took on a strange enraptured expression. Noting the expression of beatitude, the look of pleasure and fulfillment, one of the rock players dug another in the ribs. "God, look at the expression on her face. Boy, does she love it!"

Gloria was so enraptured and carried away by the pleasure of it all that she actually seemed to be enjoying drooling and frothing at the mouth. "Christ, what a girl!" exclaimed one of the musicians. "Man, would I like to have a crack at her mouth after he gets through with her."

Silently the performers glanced at each other. Most of them smiled. Gloria was fulfilling all of their fantasies. She was behaving like a raving harlot, like a true nymphomaniac ... and each of them loved it.

Gloria's eyes were burning like twin pits of fierce fire. Ignoring the remarks, she kept right on eating and sucking away ... gurgling, slurping. Her lips slid, slurped, rolled. Her mouth sucked voraciously, siphoned strongly. Up, down. Constantly her head moved down and up. Up, one minute. Down, the next. Up, down. Up and down ... again and again!

Soon her head was moving very rapidly. Her nostrils flared. Her breath whistled shrilly through both orifices. She slid her wet lips salaciously around his glistening cock, made it look just as if it was a big, fat juicy salami in her mouth.

Gloria kept sliding her lips up and down, kept sucking away like mad. Soon it became apparent that Earl was getting ready. His body began tensing. He groaned and his eyes rolled slightly. Slowing down her tempo, Gloria raised her eyes and looked into his face triumphantly.

Earl reached down. He grabbed the girl's head and pulled her face and mouth back downwards, pushed her tightly stretched, clasping lips down over the entire length of his huge, hardened cock. He arched upwards, felt the head of his cock push down past her Adams apple. Gagging and choking, Gloria fought the gagging reflex which threatened to expel the smooth, round swollen knob from her lower throat. Overcoming it she allowed it to push deeper into the hot moist grasping sleeve, then slowly extracted it slid it smoothly in again.

Suddenly Earl stiffened. He groaned, then lowered his head back. His nostrils flared wide open. His eyes rolled slowly upward under his heavy upper lids.

Earl looked just like a man going into a trance. Gloria was boss now and she knew it! Swiftly she plunged her full lips downward and took charge. Encasing the entire thick length of his round, hardened cock, she stuffed and crammed his whole big cock deep up into her mouth and throat. Milking it softly with her throat muscles, she siphoned at it hard, held it firmly at the base with her hand and then just waited for it to go off.

Suddenly it happened! Earl leaped in the chair. He bolted upward like a man receiving 20,000 volts of electricity! His entire body shuddered like crazy. His eyes bulged and he threw his hands up to his face!

Gloria kept her eyes glued triumphantly on Earl's face as he went into his violent paroxysms. She remained absolutely still and held on to the big cock as it exploded in her mouth.

Holding on to his big cock grimly with her mouth and lips, Gloria accepted the full brunt of his fierce explosion. Her head bucked and reared as his cock burst, as it gushed, jetted the creamy blobs into her throat. She retched, gulped and swallowed. Again and again, the huge cock buried in her mouth convulsed. Swelling repeatedly, gigantically, it spasmed, spat its hot angry contents forth in thick powerful belches and spurts. Again and again, Gloria fought back, grimly held onto his cock with her mouth as her head kept bucking and rearing with each new powerful deluge, each surge and lurch, each new gush of warm thick cream.

The excitement in the room was tremendous. "Christ just look at him come!" said one of the performers.

"God, it must be like a fountain ... like a fire hose going off in her mouth," said another.

Earl's orgasm was tremendous and strong. His entire body quaked and trembled. The amount of hot come he was discharging into her mouth and throat was prodigious. It was literally a torrent stupendous. No human mouth could possibly hold it contain it all. Gloria's throat muscles worked furiously trying to keep up with the flow of hot slimy come. Slowly some of it began to escape past her tightly clasped lips. She kept gulping, swallowing frantically. It was no use. Appearing at the round corners of her mouth, the pale milky white semen bubbled, foamed, then began oozing out. It dribbled down the sides of her face, trickled down her chin and throat

Thick drops of white hung down from her chin. They dripped down onto her smooth creamy breasts, her firm satiny thighs. Earl's body kept shuddering. He was still coming. His entire body was raised from the chair. It was arching and straining. His pearly liquid come began running out of Gloria's desperately struggling mouth. It frothed and bubbled. Some of it swelled thickly and spilled like warm milk down over her lower hp.

"Swallow it! Swallow it faster!" yelled Earl. "Don't let any of it get away like that!"

Obediently Gloria tried to comply. She sucked inward strongly. Her cheeks hollowed as she siphoned with clear determination. Gulping, she began swallowing in huge quaffs, drinking, ingesting, taking his hot come down as it spurted and belched from his cock.

Finally, at long last, it was all over!

Smiling, Earl sighed and relaxed. He collapsed back into the chair. A moment later, he looked down at her. "Well, chick, how was it? Was it enough?"

Gloria was still busy. She was busy licking the last drops of come oozing out from his still seeping cock. Her eyes were closed. Her face looked radiant, beautiful. She looked contented, very pleased. Earl raised his head, looked around. Everyone was standing there transfixed. They all looked tremendously impressed. He looked over at Arnie standing in the comer. He smiled. Arnie's face was all red and flushed. His hands were trembling with excitement. Clumsily Arnie withdrew a big handkerchief from his pocket, began moping the sweat on his face and neck.

Slurping, Gloria continued sucking away at the small hole at the end of his spent cock. Earl's penis was limp. It was all wet and slimy looking from the juices of her mouth. She took the soft, limp head between her lips, sucked at it like it was a straw. Siphoning it, she sucked out the last few remaining drops, drained the last of his warm liquid.


TWO

Earl watched Karen as she walked about the kitchen. He stared at her trim waist and graceful hips. Next, he studied the delightful symmetry of her taut, rounded buttocks, the casual rhythm of their movement as she moved. Then he began gazing at her long slender legs as she moved from sink to range and back again.

Karen was twenty. She was his current steady. He shacked up with her at her apartment every time he was in Los Angeles for any length of time, between engagements at many other cities. Karen came from a very fine family. She was well-educated, intelligent.

He had met her at the university, before dropping out to become a rock performer. As soon as they met, things sort of happened between them. At first it was simply physical, but later it grew into something more. The current arrangement was the outgrowth of that mutual attraction.

Earl thoroughly enjoyed Karen. She was a real groovy chick. She was smart looking, attractive. Also she was a damn fine lay. In bed, she was a hellcat- always biting, scratching, clawing. There weren't any pretensions about her. She loved balling and he liked the way she performed. She was one of those girls who simply loved getting fucked ... and she had no inhibitions about displaying her feelings in the matter. Once worked up, she was capable of anything. She could be downright lewd, absolutely wild. If she liked a fellow well enough, she'd do practically everything in the book for him. And some of what she did could be pretty damn lascivious, very exciting.

Karen bent over low, opened the lower drawer beneath the oven. Her hand searched diligently about for a particular pan. As she bent over, Earl stared at the rear of her legs. He just loved the look of the backs of her long graceful legs and thighs. Slowly the short miniskirt which she put on just after getting out of bed crawled up over her smooth round ass. As usual, she still hadn't slipped on her panties and Earl's eyes stared with appreciation. Opening widely, his eyes studied the fine golden hairs on the back of her well-formed, satiny thighs, then moved upward to her fleshy cuntal lips. He gulped, then licked his lips.

She turned, realizing that he was staring at her bent over. "What's the matter? Haven't you ever seen a girl's ass before?"

There was a strong note of sarcasm in her voice and Earl didn't like it. He knew that she was angry with him. She had demonstrated it very plainly last night. Obviously she had heard all about Gloria and what had taken place with her a few nights ago. "Your jealousy is showing again," he said rather pointedly.

Suddenly Karen found the frying pan she was looking for. She whisked it out of the drawer and slammed it down hard on the range. Kwack! The sound reverberated through the room. She glared at him. "From what I understand, that was quite some show you put on the other night."

The tone of her voice was cold and condescending. Earl sighed. "The girl was a groupie. Those girls follow every rock group around," he said defensively.

Karen folded her arms. She regarded him carefully through thin, slitted eyes. "From what I was told, you were the main star of the show. You actually sat in the chair and let the girl give you a blow job right in front of everyone ..."

Earl wondered who told her about it. Probably it was Adele. Adele was Arnie's wife. She was a good ten years younger than Arnie. He frowned. He knew that Adele was attracted to him, that she had a bad crush on him, but he didn't think she was the type who would go around trying to stir up trouble. Obviously Arnie's long absences from home were beginning to get to her. As business manager for the group, Arnie was often away for days on end setting up dates for them in other cities. As a result, Adele was left home by herself a lot. Recently the loneliness had driven her into feelings of restlessness. To satisfy them, she had been turning her attention towards Earl. Naturally since Arnie was so much older than herself and Earl was so much younger, also since Arnie had never been exactly her idea of what a man should look like, act and be like, anyway, she had found it very easy to feel attracted to someone like Earl.

Silently Earl cursed Arnie for being such a fool. Why did he have to tell Adele anything about it? Creased lines crossed his brow as he studied Karen coolly. He didn't like Karen's air of proprietorship. It wasn't part of their bargain. She didn't own him and he had tried to make her understand this right from the very beginning. In fact, he even resented her bringing the matter up. "A groupie will do practically anything ... just to be near a rock star," he said.

Karen stared at him. There was dark smoldering anger in her eyes. "Those kind of girls are all sick! They're worse than the bobby-soxers of our parent's generation," she said. The corners of her mouth twisted downward in disgust. "Ugh. Imagine! ... actually performing a blow job out in full open view like that! ... God, I'm surprised she didn't go on and blow every other guy in the room too!"

Earl laughed. Though no prude, Karen believed in certain moral standards. Performing sexual acts in public certainly wasn't one of them. "We never question their motives," he said.

She glared at him sullenly. "No, I'll bet you don't. Instead, you simply take advantage of them ... use them!"

Boy, was her voice cold. It was practically dripping with ice. Earl began to feel irritated. "Look, we don't ask them to come; they're simply there. They sneak in backstage every chance they can get."

She tossed back her head, placed her hands on her hips. "All of you music freaks are alike. You enjoy having your pricks and balls catered to by young girls ... having them licked, sucked ... everything! You like it just like you enjoy grass. It makes your egos feel good. All of you practically lap it up. In fact, you look forward to it every time they come near you." Suddenly there was venom in her eyes. "You're all a bunch of oversexed, perverted freaks ... exhibitionists!"

Earl scratched his head. She was making strong inroads. "Listen ... sometime ... after a performance, I mean ... when you're all worked up by the music, actually stoned out of your head by the big beat, it's actually a relief to have them around." All of a sudden he paused. He was trying to explain things to her now and that wasn't good. He didn't like it very much. It was a sign that she was winning, exercising rights over him.

"Y-You mean ... they offer you relief?" Her eyes looked incredulous.

Earl sighed. Somehow he felt he shouldn't have to explain. What took place while he was out on the road or what he did with groupie girls simply shouldn't have anything to do with her and him. "Well, yes ... sort of ... " He paused again. It was difficult trying not to explain. It was almost as if he owed some sort of explanation. "In a way, I guess fooling around with a groupie is like taking a down pill. Once you get at them, you blow off all the steam."

Karen's eyes widened. "God, what you fellows must do to those poor girls," she gasped. "Jesus, I'll bet you practically murder them."

Earl frowned, guiltily this time. "Listen, no one asks them to come around," he said with a snarl. "If they insist on coming around, then they simply have to accept whatever's coming to them."

Karen stared at him hard. "God, I never dreamt that music freaks were so sadistic," she said, curling her lips slightly. "None of you care what you do to a girl, do you? To all of you, a girl is simply an object, something to be used. She's simply a round wet hole. Anal, oral or otherwise, a girl is simply something to stick your hard cocks into."

Earl realized that the argument was getting out of hand. "Listen, this sort of stuff has been going on for ages. What the hell do you think takes place when a girl goes to a producer's office?" He tried to calm himself. "Besides, what difference does it make? What has it got to do with you and me. When we got together, it was agreed that each of us would be free ... that neither of us would have any claim over the other. Both of us were supposed to be completely free to do whatever we wanted, to ball anyone we pleased."

Now it was Karen's turn to be defensive. She bit down on her lower lip. "It's ... it's downright cruel," she managed to blurt out. "It's sadistic to use a girl like that ... to make her do something like that right in front of a whole bunch of guys." Slowly her courage returned. "It's disgusting, revolting! It makes a downright pig of the girl. It ... it degrades her, humiliates her terribly."

Earl could see that she had lost most of her steam. He looked over at her and grinned. "C'mon, you really don't feel one bit sorry for any one of them," he said. "You're conning yourself. You're simply being jealous. Why don't you just admit it ... you simply don't like the idea of my going around doing things like that? Especially when everyone knows that you're supposed to be my girl!"

Karen turned meekly back to the range. She lowered her head slightly. "All of you guys are nothing but big, overgrown lads." For a moment moisture filled her eyes. "You ... you want all of the pleasure girls have to offer ... but none of the responsibilities."

At last it was out and in the open, what had been sticking in her craw. Slowly Earl got up from his chair. Realizing it was all over, he walked over to her. Once again she had been testing him. She was trying to draw the noose about him. She wanted to ensnare him with feminine wiles, make him own up to a sort of sense of duty which she felt their alliance required. And once again, he had escaped the noose. He had slipped right through her fingers like a wet slippery eel, sidestepped her clutching fingers.

He stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms about her. "C'mon, let's forget it ... " He nuzzled the back of her neck, made overtures by kissing her ear lobe and shoulder. "Come on, how about a real fast one to start the day off ... a quickie?" he whispered into her ear.

He knew that Karen could never resist being wanted by him. He nudged his hardened prick into her from behind. Physical attention was very important now. It was the salve to bind all arguments, heal all sores and wounds.

Karen turned her head slightly. She glared at him sullenly, then smiled half faintly. "You're absolutely impossible," she said to him as she wriggled her buttocks slowly back at him. "You can't even see a girl's ass once without wanting to fuck it."

The needle bounced off him. He knew that the battle was more than half won. He bent his head, ran his tongue lightly over the back of her neck. "Yes, but yours is such a soft, delightful ass," he said to her. Slowly his hand reached down and slid his pants zipper open.

Suddenly she pulled her buttocks forward, away from him. "Not now, you goon. I'm supposed to be mad at you!"

Earl laughed softly. "You're sore because you heard of what a good job she did on me ... because you heard she was actually so good at it that she made me come like a bull right in front of everyone."

Karen shook her head, as if in exasperation. "You bastard, you! You actually have the balls to admit it yet. Next you'll be telling me how much you thoroughly enjoyed it!"

Earl shrugged his shoulders. He chuckled. "What's not to like? I love blow jobs ... especially when they're performed well by an expert."

There was simply nothing to do with him and Karen knew it His colossal arrogance was part of what kept her attracted to him. It was like an ever-present challenge. It kept her drawn to him, bound to him inexorably. Sighing, she bent herself over, gripped the edges of the range with her hands. "Okay, Buster ... let's get it over with," she said. Softly she pressed her buttocks back into him. "Go ahead and shaft me. Get rid of that excess energy you're always talking about!"

Earl grinned. He hoisted himself slightly, grasped his big cock with his hand. Slowly he slid the big burgeoning head of his cock down through the closed, warm crevice separating her cheeks. He rummaged it around in her warm, foliaged nest. "I don't want your ass. I want your cunt" he whispered hoarsely into her ear.

A chill of delight passed through Karen. It always excited her when he spoke to her like that. Damn him, he had her trained like a seal. He knew every word to say, knew every move to make.

Earl's fingers parted the inner spongy flesh. Already she was wet slithery. He brought the head of his cock up, slid it into the warm, moist crevasse. He paused at the small, gasping hole leading into her vagina. "Ready or not, here I come!" he declared laughingly as he prepared to enter her.

Karen braced herself. Holding on to the range, she spread her legs widely apart, prepared herself. Slowly Earl pushed the swollen head of his cock into the taut, round aperture. He entered her, began sliding his long, hard cock into her. Clasping her firmly under the belly, he pulled her buttocks in close to his groin, lunged himself into her. He speared her deep, long and good with his entire hard prick, then began bucking at her.

Karen gritted her teeth. She gripped the range tightly and endured his wild, ferocious assault. Wincing at each lunge and deep plunge, she felt the hard swollen head of his cock hit up against her insides. Hammering, pounding unmercifully, the knob of his hard prick banged into her cervix and womb, slammed into them painfully again and again.

"Oh, sweet God, but is that thing of yours big!" she groaned agonizingly. Softly she began moaning as the sweet sensation of combined pain and pleasure filled her entire being.

Earl ripped himself back savagely. He thrusted himself into her again and again.

The pain of it was keen and sharp. It was downright excruciating. Karen could feel the big, hard head of his cock stabbing into her over and over again. It pushed, shoved, jammed, slid back and forth, fore at her. Pushing brutally up against everything deep inside. It slammed deeply and hard into her womb, pushed everything back deep up into her body. God, it was almost unbelievable! The pain of it was agonizing, cruel, but it was sweet and delicious at the same time. She leaned back up against him, pushed herself against him. She began writhing and rotating her hips and buttocks in a circular fashion. Jesus! Mother of God! How wonderful it all felt! Somehow it felt as if her entire body was filled with his presence. It felt almost as if she had a huge log lodged deeply inside of herself. The log was big and thick and it reached right into the mid-section of her belly. God, it felt enormous. Gosh, no wonder she was so much in love with him. What girl could possibly resist such a huge, stalwart prick? ... what it could do for her? ... what pleasure and ecstasy it could bring her?

Karen began trembling. She felt feverish, excited beyond reason. Instantly Earl slowed down. He began sliding his cock in and out of her more gently, quietly. Karen groaned with frustration. "C'mon, fuck me!" she yelled. "Don't tease me like that! Ram it back and forth deep inside of me. Fuck me! Fuck me, good and hard!"

Earl tore into her. He dived and speared, lunged into her ferociously. Swiftly the feeling of pain and ecstasy returned. Karen groaned. She moaned and hung her head down low between her shoulders. "Oh, God! ... what a feeling! Jesus, but what you can do to me!"

The excitement within her began growing and growing. Earl began to feel her thin oily secretions bathing his cock. Soon her legs were shivering, twitching. Her hips rotated, began moving up and down. She bucked her round buttocks up at him frantically, mashed herself against him, began grinding desperately. Deep inside, Earl felt his hard cock twisting and bending.

His cock was getting quite a work out. The strong inner muscles of her cunt squeezed him pinchingly, pulled at him. Groaning, she began coming and he grinned as he felt the tight powerful clenching sensations gripping his entire hard cock. "Oooooohh!" groaned Karen in keen, ecstatic relief.

Earl began thrusting himself at her, faster and more furiously. He did it utterly without mercy or tenderness. He pounded at her hard and forcefully. Suddenly he felt her beginning a second orgasm. Her body quaked and shuddered. Her legs went limp, then sagged. Again he felt the tight spasms of her inner cunt clenching him, squeezing him hard.

"Ooooohh! Ooooohh!" Karen groaned.

Slowly the feeling of impending orgasm began to build up in his loins. Her cunt squeezed and vised and his cock tingled and throbbed. The inside of her cunt was warm, almost hot. It was mucid and lubricous, sopping wet, yet it held him tightly. He felt like his prick was buried in a long, tight sleeve. He was buried deep up into her body and he could feel the warm interior heat of her inner core. He pushed himself further into her with all of his might. He was buried up to the hilt deep inside of her now. The heat grew stronger, wanner. Everything was soft and warm. Her round cunt felt good. The circular walls held him moistly. Everything felt soft, tender and tight clasping. Slowly his entire cock began swelling and straining. The sharp, keen, excruciating feeling began filling throughout his loins.

Suddenly Earl's body stiffened and shuddered. It was a real gusher! The head of his cock exploded powerfully deep inside of her. It leaped and lurched, convulsed, then belched his warm, liquid sperm forth. Groaning, Earl reared. He stood there with both hands planted firmly on her hips. He kept his cock stuck deeply up in her body and just let his sperm gush and stream into her.

THREE

Arnie simply couldn't believe it! The woman was absolutely crazy! The three of them were sitting in one of San Francisco's swankiest restaurants. As she ate, the man's attractive wife kept her left hand under the fine linen tablecloth. She stroked Arnie's cock through the material of his pants. Her husband picked at his food, stared straight ahead. "Naturally, before signing him up, my wife and I will have to meet your client."

Arnie was spooked, stunned. He felt shocked beyond words. Again he felt the chic-looking woman's hand on his cock. He looked up at Gail Whitney, then glanced at her husband. Chester Whitney stared straight back into his eyes. "Before signing anyone up for an open-air festival, we prefer meeting the performer first. Lately there have been incidents ... scandals. Also a lot of the rock musicians are on drugs. So we like to check them out, just to make sure they are responsible."

The festival which they were discussing was to take place in Florida. It was going to be held outside of Fort Lauderdale-in order to take advantage of the thousands of college kids headed there for the Easter vacation. Open-air festivals were the latest thing. If handled properly, they were big money makers. For the performer, since the kids came from all over the country, it could mean instant overnight national success.

Steathily Chester Whitney's very attractive wife, Gail, continued stroking Arnie's cock beneath the tablecloth. His cock twitched, lurched, began filling out. Arnie gasped, looked at her. She smiled mischievously at him. He glanced uneasily at her husband again, then started turning crimson. Scarcely believing what was happening to him, he went into a state of instant panic and confusion.

Chester and Gail Whitney were known as one of the best promotion teams in the business. They were young, only about thirty. Both of them were considered very smart. Whenever they set something up, it made barrels of money. They were constantly in touch with what was new and current and they had an uncanny knack for spotting upcoming, big-time talent

Arnie tried to remain calm. What the hell was she up to anyway? Was she crazy or something? ... doing something like this in public ... right in front of her own husband!

Arnie pushed himself back. Sitting further back in his chair, he tried to retreat from her hand. Calmly her hand followed him, persisted. "Well, truthfully ... you have nothing to worry about" said Arnie, wondering what to do next "Earl is a professional. He's very responsible. As far as drugs are concerned, Earl has never taken them. In fact he's never been high on anything ... " he paused for a second, worked up a small leer " ... except maybe girls!" The emphasis combined with the silly grin on his face struck oddly.

Chester Whitney just looked at him. He didn't even smile. Suddenly his attractive wife's hand grabbed Arnie's cock fully. She squeezed it. Arnie jumped. He flushed with embarrassment "Well, there's certainly nothing wrong with that" she said, smiling at him with wide open eyes as she squeezed his cock playfully again. "If he likes girls, then it certainly shows he's normal."

Arnie looked at her. There was a certain innuendo in her voice, something meant for him. She stared back at him very innocent-like. The next thing Arnie knew, her hand was busy attacking the zipper on his pants. She pulled it down, reached inside, coiled her hand around his cock.

Arnie was aghast. He didn't know what to do. What was a man supposed to do in a situation like this? He looked up nervously at her husband. So far, he seemed unaware of what was going on. Slowly he brought his hand up to his mouth, coughed uneasily, then stared at the woman incredulously.

Her lips smiled. "To tell you the truth, I also have other reasons for wanting to meet your client," she said.

Arnie kept staring at her. He felt completely embarrassed. Her long, cool fingers played with his cock. Holding it full round in her hand, her thumb gently circled his smooth glands in a slow, teasing, tantalizing fashion.

Arnie's face went beet-red. He Jumped, practically leaped in his chair as the voluptuous sensation shot through his entire body.

Chester Whitney was staring straight ahead with a deadpan expression on his face. "Yes, you see ... my wife is also a writer. If the client is interesting, she interviews him and makes a special study on him." He paused, picked at his teeth with his fingernail to dislodge a piece of meat "Right now, she's making a study on rock music and its effects on our culture. She's particularly interested in young rock performers. Since they're young and success exposes them to so much sexual opportunity, what they do in their sex lives and other habits serves as an excellent reflection of what goes on in the rest of the country, too ..."

Arnie blinked. He wasn't that smart, but he gradually got the picture. In a way, Chester Whitney's good-looking wife was just another groupie. Only with her, she needed the writing pose to make it all respectable. He wondered if she really did write, or if she simply used it as a dodge to fool her husband. Or, if perhaps he knew, but didn't care ... maybe even helped her at it.

Arnie's cock was hard. It stuck out like a carved bone from his pants. God, it felt funny as all hell having it sticking out between his legs under the table like that. She squeezed it once or twice. It began straining and throbbing. It pulsated strongly in her hand. "Yes, so far, I've managed to interview some of the biggest stars in the business," she said, smiling at him as she squeezed his cock playfully again, made it still harder.

Arnie was completely puzzled. He didn't have the faintest idea what to do. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. He would never have believed that it could happen, especially with someone as attractive as her. It was all like a dream, like something right out of a fantasy. "W-Well, I don't know ... " he stuttered uncomfortably. "Earl likes his privacy. I ... I don't know if he'd go for anything like that."

Suddenly she released his cock. Stroking it gently with just the tip of her finger, she teased it maliciously. She ran the thin pointed edge of her long fingernail around the inside edge of the open, slotted hole, ran it razor-like around the smooth, rounded rim of his swollen glands. Arnie shivered. She smiled at him as his prick twitched and jumped.

Small beads of sweat began to form on Arnie's brow. How could she do such a thing? ... right in front of her own husband, yet! God, but what a crazy situation. Chester Whitney was still staring straight ahead. His eyes seemed opaque, off in a trance. He seemed oblivious to everything going on. God, next thing he knew, she'd be jerking him off under the table. What if she made him come? ... all over his pants-everything!

He looked desperately at her husband. He studied him. Somehow it was impossible to tell whether he knew what was going on or not.

Fortunately the long tablecloth hung down far enough to hide what she was doing. Arnie glanced at some of the other diners. He noticed a few strange, curious stares. Over in a corner, a woman was sitting perfectly still with a fork full of food poised before her open mouth. Her eyes were wide open, staring at the movements of Gail's arm sticking under the tablecloth. "L-Listen, let's ... let's get out of here," he said. For the moment he completely forgot how impossible it would be for him to stand. "It's ... It's much too noisy here. Let's go somewhere else ... somewhere we can discuss things more quietly."

Chester Whitney looked at him. He smiled, as if amused. "Are you really sure that you can ... that you really want to, that is?"

Arnie's mouth fell wide open. He stared at the man, perplexed, stunned.

Chester Whitney's face broke out into a pleasant innocent smile. He pointed down to Arnie's plate. "I mean ... you still haven't finished even half of your meal" Next he indicated his own and his wife's plate. "Neither have we, for that matter."

Arnie breathed a deep sigh of relief. For an instant, the man's words had startled him, rattled him badly. For a moment, it almost sounded as if he knew what was going on, what his wife was doing to him. He looked down at his plate, blinked his eyes. "Gosh, I never even noticed." Suddenly he realized his physical predicament. He was glad that he didn't try to stand up. God, what a sight that would have made. Imagine! ... seeing a man standing in a restaurant with his cock sticking out over the whole table. God, what a fool, what a spectacle he would have made of himself. People would be talking about it for months. "My gosh, we were so busy talking that I completely lost all track of eating!"

Chester Whitney leaned forward, looked amused. "Then, why not stay here?" he said. "Why not stay and continue ... finish up things properly?"

Again there was that strange ambiguity in his words, that curious tone in his voice. Arnie was certain that the man knew ... that he had known all along. Again he glanced up at him. Smiling, Chester Whitney looked straight back into his eyes very soberly.

Down below, under the tablecloth, Gail Whitney continued teasing his cock. Stroking it lightly with her fingertip, she made it jump and leap again and again. Finally she grabbed it fully with her hand once more. Tugging and pulling at it, she began masturbating him.

Now Arnie really felt as if he was in a stew. His worst fears were coming true. The woman was a sadist. She was going to masturbate him, make him ejaculate under the table. He started sweating real badly. He put down his fork and knife, leaned both elbows on the table tensely. Concentrating, he fought the keenly exquisite, torturous sensation of her smooth warm hand gliding back and forth along his entire cock.

All of a sudden, Chester Whitney looked at him with concern. "Say, is everything all right?" His eyes studied Arnie's red, sweat-filled face. I ... I mean ... you aren't sick or anything like that?"

Arnie sighed and gritted his teeth. He was determined not to let it happen. He braced himself, fought harder with all of his might. Down below, between his legs, the smooth chafing sensation increased. Gail Whitney started masturbating him a little faster, torturing him. Slowly the fluid began seeping from his cock. Studying his face, she smiled, chafed his cock harder, elicited more leakage from his swollen, tormented cock. Tensely Arnie squirmed and twisted. He moaned softly as he felt the warm oily fluid leaving him. Slowly it flooded her hand, made everything wet and slippery. "Oh, my God!" he muttered hopelessly as he banged his closed fist up against his forehead.

Chester Whitney watched him closely.

Arnie's entire body stiffened as he felt the warm, slippery sensation of her wet hand moving back and forth along his hard cock. Her hand felt all syrupy. It was like being masturbated with grease or warm, liquid butter. He groaned, tore at his shirt collar with his fingers. Before him, he saw Chester Whitney's eyes staring at him, watching him intently. He couldn't tell whether the look on his face was one of concern or one of intense voyeuristic enjoyment. "No, no! There ... there's nothing wrong," he stammered weakly. "It's ... it's just that it's so hot in here."

Calmly Chester Whitney studied his features. His eyes were almost clinical. "Hmm, that's strange. Personally I thought the air-conditioning was on much too high."

Frustrated, Arnie stared at the man. Damn it, it still was impossible to tell whether he knew or not. Smiling, Gail Whitney winked at him, as if congratulating him for his resourcefulness. "Maybe it's a touch of claustrophobia," she said. "You know ... fear of people and crowds, things like that. You know, I had a girl friend once who suffered from that. Wherever she went, she thought people were staring at her ..."

Slowly she increased the wet, slick movement of her hand. She masturbated him briskly, very quickly. Arnie started hearing the wet slurping sounds. He stiffened himself completely, smiled nervously at Chester Whitney who kept staring at him strangely. "God, if I didn't know any better, I'd think it was epilepsy or something."

Her hand moved faster and faster. The slick slurping sounds increased. Suddenly Arnie felt the tension in his loins begin building. His entire cock was on fire. It was straining, beating and throbbing. He looked over at Gail Whitney pleadingly. He felt completely helpless. Her wet hand was driving him crazy, he just couldn't take any more of it. Watching his face, she smiled. She worked him right up to a point of frenzy, right up to the brink ... then-smiling at him prettily and teasingly-she relinquished his cock from her hand, released it entirely and just let it spring into the air.

Arnie shrank down in the chair. "OOhhh! Oh, my God! he groaned in frustration. Down under the table, his cock leaped and sprung. Gushing, it started spurting thick creamy blobs into the empty air!

***

Adele leaned herself across the coffee table. As she leaned forward, the upper part of her negligee parted and the two full mounds of her breasts exposed themselves. They fell forward, hung voluptuously. "You seen to like beer," she said as she poured more from the quart-sized bottle into his glass. "I'm sorry I don't have more." Her eyes noticed Earl looking down at her pendulous breasts. "You see, Arnie and I are strictly hardcore drinkers. We only drink scotch, rye, things like that ..."

Earl leaned back in his chair. Regarding her soberly, he noted her deep-rifted cleavage, the studied way she just casually allowed her breasts to reveal themselves. He smiled faintly. Typical feminine wiles. "Never cared much for the hardcore stuff. Clouds up the brain. With beer, you get woozy but stay refreshed."

Adele sighed. "Yes, I know what you mean. Getting a buzz on is one thing, but getting stupid, falling down drunk is another."

Earl finished his beer. Burping, he stood up and walked around to where she was sitting. Looking down, he kept his eyes on her breasts. Next, he studied her firm, half-naked thighs as the material of her negligee stayed parted around them. Slowly his eyes passed over her rounded, strong thighs, fell to the curvature of her calves, then to her thin, bony ankles. "C'mon," he said, smiling and offering his hand down to her.

Adele smiled faintly. She rose, searched around for her slipper with her foot, then decided to follow him bare footed. As she walked behind him, she untied the sash to her sheer filmy peignoir and glanced nervously out the window.

Earl didn't sprawl out on the huge king-sized bed in the bedroom. Instead he took off his shirt and laid his body down on the soft blue, pile carpeted floor. He yanked one of the bed pillows down, placed it under his head.

Silently Adele slithered across the room. Nervously she closed down the blinds. Watching her, Earl studied her silhouette. Adele wasn't bad for a woman of thirty-two. Her body was still firm and appealing, voluptuous. Her breasts were full but they still seemed to arch firmly.

She walked over to him, stood above him. Looking up, Earl sighed. She looked very provocative standing there over him like that. She looked very intriguing, almost sculpturesque!


FOUR

Adele could hardly take her eyes off Earl's cock. "God, you really are big, aren't you?"

Adele's breathing seemed labored, irregular. She kept staring at his tall upstanding cock. Earl was all stretched out on the floor with his hands behind his head. He was completely naked. She was sitting on the carpet beside him, still in her negligee. Her eyes were wide open, as if she simply couldn't believe it.

Slowly her hand reached out. She coiled her fingers around his cock. It was hard, bone hard! The tips of her fingers barely made their way around it. She gulped. A sense of hot urgency flooded through her. She felt herself getting excited.

The negligee was parted around her firm, satiny thighs. Earl gazed at their tanned smoothness. He slid his hand upward along the smooth, tender surface of the damp inner skin. Slowly her thighs parted, giving him access.

His hand brushed through warm silky hairs, slid into her heated crotch. Extending two fingers, he slid them into the velvety slit underneath. Again he smiled. The flesh was moist, actually mucid. Everything felt slippery and lubricous. Crooking his two fingers, he searched around for the small oval opening into her body, then slid them slowly up into her hot vagina. Inside she was wet, almost sopping. The mucoused secretions felt just like warm syrup around his fingers. Gasping, her vagina clenched and gripped his fingers, sucking softly, gently.

Adele closed her eyes. She concentrated on the feeling of his fingers stirring around deep inside her as she continued holding his cock. His fingers were buried up to the second knuckle. She could feel the blunt ends poking and probing, exploring her inner cunt. They slid over the smooth walls, passed over the mucoused, wet, rippling ridges. They pushed the tiny slit of her cervix back. The round tips of his fingers felt grainy, alien but stimulating. Pulling his fingers slightly back, he swashed them around in her hot frothy cunt. Her lips twisted in pleasure as she savored the sensation.

Adele raised her other hand, ran it exploratively over his chest, down over the smooth, washboard muscles of his stomach. "You have a very nice body," she said. "It's young ... strong!

Earl couldn't help smiling. Arnie was at least twelve years older than her. He wondered how long it was since she had been with anyone younger than Arnie. "Yeah, being young is good. It's real cool. When you're young, everything stays firm and hard." He looked down at his erect hardened manhood. "Even down there ... where it counts ... the difference is amazing."

She sighed. Her eyes moistened as if in reflection. Memories of what it had been like to be with other young men, to have them crouched over her, lunging powerfully and hard into her, raced through her mind. Naturally the time she was thinking of was before she had married Arnie.

In her mind, all of the young men had terribly long hard cocks. They were big and rigid. They were lunging into her repeatedly, ceaselessly ... plunging into her ... penetrating her deeply, long and hard. She returned her eyes to Earl's stalwart, hard cock. She slid her hand down, gripped it at the base, squeezed it hard with all of her might ... once, twice. Swiftly it surged. It lurched, began straining and pulsating. Looking at her, Earl decided not to wait any longer. "C'mon, let's get going," he said.

Adele seemed unable to tear her eyes away from his hard, white, gleaming cock. Her tongue moved out, passed wetly over her lips. "Wait, let's not start yet!" Her voice was husky, practically unrecognizable. "I ... I want to try something first ..."

Slowly her eyes narrowed. They looked down, focused on the small bead of moisture forming at the top of his cock. Her eyes glinted as she watched the fluid seep up from the dark, open hole. The liquid bead grew and swelled into a large round globule. Her eyes shone strangely. Again her tongue passed over her lips.

Earl realized what she was up to. He withdrew his fingers from her wet, warm, clasping cunt. She leaned over, bent her head forward. Her lips parted and her tongue snaked out. The tip of her tongue hovered, then licked the thick drop away from the smooth skin of his glands. Quickly she slid it back into her mouth. She tasted it, then made a wry face. "Gosh, it certainly doesn't taste like much. Except for being thick and oily, it's practically bland."

Earl watched her. It was easy to see she had never tasted or sucked a man's cock before. "I wouldn't know. I've never tasted any of it myself."

Her tongue moved out, tasted the next liquid drop. "No, I was wrong. Now it tastes salty," she said.

Earl smiled to himself. Obviously she liked the taste. He wondered for how many years she had wanted to suck and taste cock, for how long she had been hungering to do it. With most girls, it started in their early teens. With some, it even started before. He began thinking of Arnie. Poor stupid bastard! What a colossal dope he was! Here he was always carrying on about oral sex, talking about how much he would like it, about how much he would like to have his cock sucked ... and here all the time his very own wife was simply dying to do it. Christ how crazy, stupid, mixed up could people get? How could people get themselves so screwed up?

Adele was breathing very heavily. Her eyes were half lidded. She slid her lips softly over the silken crown of his cock. Earl watched her tensely. He stiffened and gasped.

Her mouth was smooth and warm. It felt like soft, warm velvet moving down over his cock. Her lips flared out clasped around the hard barrel of his hard staff. His eyes rolled as she mouthed the big round head. She sucked at it softly, then smiled as his hips quivered, then writhed.

Suddenly Earl reached down. He pushed her head away with his hands. Her eyes mirrored surprise. "What's the matter? Don't you like it?"

Earl looked straight into her eyes. He could see that she was disappointed. She wanted to bring him off with her mouth, suck him off to completion ... but he was having no part of it. Instead he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her good and hard ... get even with her for the trouble which she had caused between Karen and him. "Yeah, it's nice. In fact, I like it very much," he said, " ... but let's get in some regular action first."

Adele raised herself. She nodded her head in silent agreement. Her eyes stayed glued on his cock, staring at it as if hypnotized. Amused, Earl watched the hunger and desire in her eyes. Christ, she really did look let-down. Her eyes were moist and lustful. He smiled, kept watching the lewd covetous look on her face. Finally he decided that pushing her head away was a good idea. It would make her more lascivious, wilder ... later ... when he wanted her that way.

She reached up and nudged the negligee from her shoulder. Slowly it slid down her body, crumpling into a heap about her flanks.

As a woman, Adele wasn't modest. She had a damn good body and she knew it. She leaned back, displayed herself to him. Appreciatively, his eyes took in her smooth, curved waist, her wide, supple hips, the twin, heaving round breasts with the two nipples jutting forward boldly.

Adele's body looked tawny and firm. It was easy to see that she took good care of herself. "Gymnastics and massage ... " she said as she watched his admiring gaze. "I go every day."

Winking at him, her navel opened and closed as she breathed. Below, the firm, rippling muscles of her flat-planed, well-muscled stomach quivered ever so slightly. Earl said nothing. He continued lying there staring at her body, admiring its glowing polished look. Her skin was satiny; it glowed with a soft sheen. His eyes scanned and moved down to the triangle at her crotch. The dark ringlets of her softly coiled auburn hair glowed back at him like burnished walnut.

Adele smiled. She squared her shoulders, threw them back. As she did so, both of her melon-sized breasts rose and arched into the air. The nipples pointed upward. "For a woman of thirty, they're still damn good. No sag. No droop ... nothing!" she said proudly.

Earl looked at her and laughed. She had just subtracted two years from her age. "Yeah, you got pretty good boobs."

Earl raised himself and sat up as she lowered herself to the floor. He looked down at her, studied her face. Her nostrils were flaring. Her breathing was heavy, very deep. He placed one hand on her quivering, jelly-like breast, felt the hard thumping of her heart under its bulging resiliency. Her heart was beating pretty rapidly. She wanted him now, wanted him badly.

She stared up at him with lustful, hungry eyes. "C'mon, let's get started. God, I'm so hot ... I can hardly wait.

Avidly she reached up for him with her arms. She parted her thighs. Breaching open before him, the pink tender tissue of her vulva gleamed moistly, beckoned juicily. Instantly his prick reacted. It lurched and bobbed as he gazed at the open slash of her exposed cunt.

Sitting there, Earl gazed down at her. God, what a delicious picture the sight of her made. Somehow she looked just like one of those exciting full-color spread shots one saw in the porno-magazines. Her thighs were spread wide apart. Her cunt was lying there all open before him. It was glistening. It looked lush and wet, healthily pink. Around it, the soft, fleshy lips curled and snaked sinuously in an elongated oval toward the small pea-sized nub located at the top. Quickly his prick started throbbing. The luscious sight was exciting, inviting as all hell. It was downright tantalizing, lust provoking.

Suddenly Earl began breathing heavily himself. "Quick, open up your cunt! I want to look inside of you."

For a moment Adele hesitated. She flushed and her face turned crimson. Obeying him, her hands slid down to her crotch. Slowly she extended her long slender fingers, pulled the fleshy, spongy lips of her cunt apart. "Wider!" barked Earl. "I want to see all of it! I want to see deep into you ... light to the very end!"

Adele's face crimsoned even deeper. She snaked her fingers deeper into herself, pulling the tautly stretched lips of her cunt wider apart. Narrowing his eyes, Earl grinned. He stared into the open cavity. "Spread your legs out wider. It'll open more that way."

She did as he told her.

Lying there, Adele felt embarrassed, uncomfortable. Even when she went to her gynecologist, she felt uneasy. She never could quite get used to the idea of a man's eyes peering up into her vagina. Somehow it seemed obscene, almost perverse.

Burrowing, Earl's eyes peered into the lush, wet, open hole. Inside the walls were pink and moist. They gleamed lustrously. He stretched himself out between her legs, brought up his head between her thighs, then peered more deeply into her moist intimate tunnel. The round walls of her cunt looked smooth, almost slimy. They were covered with the thin oily film of her secretions. Clinging to them, dewy drops of moisture glistened like small beads of sweat. He smiled, stared down harder, deep into her inner feminine core. He studied the wet, heavily mucoused walls, the slithery polished sheen of juicy clean, healthy female tissue, the meaty, pulpy flesh which he knew would soon clasp his cock, embrace it, soothe it sleekly, wetly, cause all sorts of intense, spine-tingling, pleasurable sensations for him ... the true intimate core of her femininity, the source of her femaleness.

Suddenly his eyes saw the tiny slit at the end. It was puckered, gasping slightly and it looked just like a small mouth. "Say, that's some snatch. I can see right up to your cervix," he said.

Adele squirmed uncomfortably. It bothered her to be so intimately revealed to his eyes. Suddenly he brought up his finger. He ran it around the wet slippery rim of the round opening into her vagina. Wiping the oily secretions, he paused, brought his finger back and placed it into his mouth. "Hmmm ... tastes pretty good, too."

By now Adele was practically frantic with lust. She looked up with pleading eyes. "Don't diddle me. I'm so wet ... I can barely stand it. C'mon, stick that big thing into me! Stick it into me and start doing your stuff!"

Earl raised himself to a kneeling position. He crept towards her on his knees. As he moved the big hard, iron bar of his big cock bobbed and swayed. Tearing at her cunt with her fingers, Adele stretched the lips back as far as she could, then held it open for him.

"C'mon, don't fool around! My cunt is on fire. Stick your prick into me. Get it into me fast!"

Adele's words were frantic, desperate. Her face was a mask of ravenous lust. Grabbing his big cock, Earl raised the leviathan purplish head. Slowly her eyes rolled at the sight of it. She gasped as she saw the tremendous size of what she was begging him to put into her.

Grinning, Earl slid the big bulbous head up and down through the creamy fissure between her outstretched thighs. His cock was near to bursting but he was enjoying the desperate look on her face and also he wanted to make her suffer a bit. He moaned, groaned softly at the feel of her tender wet flesh. Swiftly Adele's eyes widened. She glared up at him, groaned with dismay at the slick teasing, lubricous sensation. "You bastard! You're teasing me now!"

Earl laughed. He ran the swollen, congested head up and down the full length of her velvety wet vulva, enjoyed its slick, moist feel. The feeling of her delicate flesh slipping along the round sides of his highly sensitive, supercharged glands was warm, slippery and tantalizing, exceptionally voluptuous. It made the head of his cock tingle like crazy, made his cock even harder, more impatient

Adele's features twisted as she bit down on her lip. She groaned as if in torturous agony. "C'mon, stop doing that to me! You're driving me crazy! Stick that big cock of yours into me. Give it to me! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

Earl grinned as he heard her words. She was begging him for it now. Frantically her arms flew upwards. She wrapped them like serpents about his neck. Her legs raised fluidly, locked around his waist and back. Clutching him, she sought to draw him downward, to melt herself up against him. Holding back, Earl continued grinning, looked down into her face sadistically. She was a live, thrashing animal ... an animal in heat ... a ravenous, lust hungry female caught in a maelstrom of furious passion.

Adele began squirming and twisting beneath him, slapping her fluttering, quivering belly upwards against his. Her thighs squeezed him strongly like a vise, seeking to suck him down into her. Suddenly Earl felt a delicious, wonderful sense of power surge through him. It was a moment of utter male supremacy, the sort all men sought after and enjoyed. She was utterly at his mercy. She was wild ... insensate with lust! Swiftly his ego soared. He gazed down into her face, witnessed the torturous, aching need registering there, the longing for the filling of the void, the desperate yearning for his stiff male presence stretching almost unbearably in her eyes.

Suddenly, with a lunge, he plunged himself forward. He stabbed the thick blunt end of his hard cock right into the open, gasping aperture between the thick frothing lips of her open emit. Quickly Adele yowled. "Aaaghhhhh!" she yelled as she felt the swift brutal stab.

Swiftly the head of Earl's cock punctured the moist, open hole. It stretched it, widened it, dug deep into it. His big thick cock followed, slid thickly and smoothly ... deep up her well-oiled, round sheathe ... deeply up into her body. He gasped as he felt the smooth polished walls expanding and parting around the massive head of his cock. Stretching elastically, they welcomed his cock, slipped claspingly over it, clenched it, gripped it hard like a moist vise.

Adele twisted and squirmed. She writhed, stared up at him in awe and wonder. Suddenly she cried out her surprise at the sudden display of sheer masculine power. It was almost as if his deep surging penetration had sundered her apart deep inside. She was split, cleaved, wide open, impaled on his mighty cock. A knot of intense excruciating sensation gripped her. It grew and swelled until it flooded her being. The taut rounded rim of her vaginal opening gasped and clenched. It pursed, expanded and contracted, clenched and squeezed the hard round barrel of his cock again and again. She stared up at him and clung to him disbelievingly, clung to him tenaciously. "Oohhhh! Oohhhh!" she groaned as her mouth tore open, as the violent spasm burst through her being.

Staring up at him in astonishment, she whimpered, tensing herself. Her eyes were wide and bulging. In all of her life, she had never felt anything like it. She had never experienced an orgasm at the moment of penetration before ... would never have believed that such an occurrence could take place. Smiling, Earl began moving back and forth. He withdrew his long, hard cock, plunged it into her again and again. Bravely she arched her body upward, met each long, vicious thrust, took each lunge and plunge. God, he was so big! He was actually tremendous in size.

Slowly she began to feel the pain. She felt lanced and speared. It was almost as if she was impaled on a big fat pole. Groaning, she opened her thighs wider ... incredibly wider. She sought to accommodate him, contain as much of him as possible. Somehow in her mind a feeling of terrible need had arisen. Her passion was to accept him, to take him totally and all deep up into her. No matter how much the pain, she wanted to be penetrated completely by his big, hard, gristled prick. She wanted to feel it lodged inside of herself ... wanted to feel it stuffing and cramming her, filling and stretching out her insides.

Suddenly, without warning, she began spasming again. She gripped his shoulders tightly with her hands, stared up at him incredulously. God, she simply couldn't believe it! She was coming like firecrackers! She had never experienced two orgasms in a row in her life! Her lips twisted savagely and she gritted her teeth as the second series of spasms ripped through her body. She shuddered violently from head to toe, clutched him to her hard and fiercely. Gosh, what a mind-blowing, incredible experience! All of her insides were gathering and bunching up into a taut ball. Billowing and swelling outward, the tight, round ball deep in her lower abdomen kept bursting, flooding her with intense, excruciating sensation ... golden, soft glowing, wonderful spastic sensation. It was almost as if her whole being had been elevated to a new level of deep, exciting, intense, pleasurable ecstasy. She was experiencing Nirvana ... sheer feminine ecstatic bliss!

Suddenly she went limp. Her body was covered with beady sweat. She lay there as the feeling softly diffused through her body, gradually diminished. Swearing, Earl began accelerating the pace of his fierce lunges and plunges. He tore into her insanely, driving hard and deep. Oh, my God, she thought. He's going to try to make me come again!

Gritting her teeth, she twisted her head back and forth. Her hair lashed the thick carpet. God, she simply couldn't take any more! She had never experienced such agonizing sensation. It was sweet and blissful but it was deeply intense, almost excruciating ... almost unbearable. God, why hadn't it ever been like this with Arnie ... with other men she had done it with before meeting him? Her lips stretched back, tautened as she lay there beneath him. Savagely Earl began plunging strong and mercilessly. She gibbered and her teeth rattled. He looked down into her face with hard, shining eyes. He started bucking and leaping, heaving heavily into her with all of his force.

Suddenly she shrieked. "Ooohhhh! Ooohhhh, my dear God! No!"

He bore down on her harder. Again she felt the thrill of his taking and possessing her. His big hard prick was ripping, stabbing, pounding brutally right down deep into her inner feminine core. His hands were everywhere-squeezing her bulging, resilient breasts, stroking and caressing her twisting, writhing torso ... and his fingers were exploring her knowingly, fluttering deftly into intimate, secret recesses and smooth creases where the slightest touch sent her completely afire.

Slowly she rose upward as his strong hands gasped her buttocks and held her authoritatively. She singed her loins forward, eagerly, hungrily ... took the hardened mass of his erect deeply penetrating manhood deep into her body. "Oh, my God! I can feel you right up in my stomach! It ... It feels as if your cock is trying to come out right through my mouth!"

Suddenly she screamed from the depths of her stomach as the heavy convulsions returned, as the spasms gripped her hard. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh! Oh, my living God! ..she screamed, crying out her wonder and delight. Realizing that she was in orgasm again, Earl thrusted himself deeply into her belly, then fell heavily atop her and enjoyed the spastic, rhythmic contractions grasping and clenching his cock.

The violent paroxysms kept overcoming her body. She shuddered, squirmed, twisted and writhed, bucked up at him furiously. "Oh, Christ! Oh, God! Ohhhh, Earl!" she shouted at the top of her lungs. Jerking, her hips chattered, leaped and bucked involuntarily. Her mind swam in delirious ecstasy. She pushed her wet, sodden, gasping cunt up against his pubic bone. "Ohhhh, Christ! Drive it all the way IN!" she pleaded desperately. FUCK ME! Fuck me while I'm coming! COME WITH ME!"

Suddenly Earl couldn't hold back any longer. He reached down, grabbed her under the buttocks again and lifted her with his meaty hands. Burying his cock devastatingly deep into her, he held her there poised firmly and just then gushed his hot, eager sperm into her waiting, writhing, gasping belly!


FIVE

Earl groaned, deep and hard. It was the last in a series of long agonizing, soul-shattering groans. He collapsed completely, went utterly limp on top of Adele's trembling, quivering, softly palpitating body.

Both of their bodies were glistening with sweat. It felt almost like a thin film of oil between them. Their breathing was heavy, raspy. Lying there, each of them drank in hungry lungfuls of air. Remaining motionless, Earl kept his cock buried deeply into Adele's warm, tightly clasping vagina. His prick was spent, but it was still hard and it was still pumping. Weakly the big swollen head of his cock gasped, oozed out more liquid come into her body. He pressed himself into her, sealed himself against her as if to prevent the thick liquid from escaping. Lying there, he allowed his cock to stay there, soaking in the juices of his own warm liquid come.

Inside her cunt felt full, glutted with his thick creamy sperm. God, he hadn't come like that in a long time-not since Gloria Benson. Cautiously he ground his crotch against her. He felt the heavy, round head of his prick swash around in the warm, wet glop. Christ, he must have shot a full pint into her. Deep inside, everything felt all liquidy and squishy. Her cunt felt flooded with his thick gooey stuff.

Adele began stirring. She writhed and moved. His cock moved around sloppily inside of her cunt. She opened her eyes, looked up at him with a dazed expression. "Wow! ... That was really something!"

Adele's face was pale and white. She looked weak and exhausted. She was still trembling, shivering quietly. She looked up at him, grinned feebly. "Gosh, I never came like that in my life. I ... I never came so often ... so hard ... so strong!"

Earl smiled and looked down into her face. Though exhausted, there was a contented, satisfied look in her eyes. "Are you all right?" he asked her.

Again she smiled weakly. She nodded her head.

Earl began easing his softned cock out of her body. She groaned, almost as if in dismay, then sighed as it separated from her with a soft slurping sound. "Gosh, I wish I could keep it there. I wish I could keep it there forever. God, what incredible things that big monster of yours can do for a girl."

Adele's breathing was much more relaxed now. Earl stood up. He straightened himself, hovered over her. Greedily her eyes flew up to his spent cock. His cock was limp but it was still flabby and thick. It was all wet, glistening from the moisture of her own inner secretions, also the results of his own liquid spendings. Slowly her tongue moved out over her lips. Her eyes took in the wispy white tendrils of his milky semen. Mixing with the syrupy liquid from her own wet cunt, they trickled and flowed down the round, soft-fleshed sides, hung from the end of his heavy purplish glands, then dripped thickly down to the soft carpet below.

Suddenly Earl saw the expression on her face. He grinned, swung his cock before her face. "Go ahead. Suck it!" he said. "Now that I've come, it'll be even better. It'll take much longer."

Crimsoning, Adele raised her eyes to his. "You ... you've simply got to be kidding," she said. Inside small, delicious chills ran up and down her spine. She lowered her eyes, looking at his thick, meaty cock again. Somehow it looked just like a limp, fat sausage hanging down from his body. Suddenly the very thought of it revolted her, nauseated her. "No, you must be kidding," she said. "You simply have to be joking."

Earl took a step forward. He flaunted his cock before her eyes. "No, I'm not kidding. Take it into your mouth and do it. Do it now while it's all juicy and wet. You'll like it, you'll see."

Slowly Adele's eyes returned to his penis. It hung there slackly. Gazing at it, she salivated. Again the small chills ran up and down her spine. "No! ... I can't. No woman would ..."

Earl moved his cock closer to her face. She stared at it sullenly. It was wet, greasy and slimy looking. Her eyes shot up in anger. "Listen, what do you think I am, anyway?"

Earl smiled. He looked down at her with a look of silent understanding. "Look, I thought you wanted to suck it. Before we began, you practically begged me to let you do it."

Again her eyes returned to his thick cock. She forced herself to look at it. His entire penis was all glossy, repulsive looking, just like before. Also it was still dripping. A feeling of revulsion overwhelmed her. "Yes, I wanted to suck it ... but not like that!"

She made a wry face of disgust, then turned her face and mouth away.

Suddenly Earl set his lips grimly. "C'mon, suck it!" Strongly his hands clasped her head. He turned it, forced her face back to his wet, hanging cock. "Listen, believe me ... it's better this way. It's wet and it tastes salty and good. Also it's all limp and soft. Once you get it into your mouth, you'll feel it melting. Then, as it grows, fills out and hardens again, you'll feel it come alive and grow in your mouth."

Glaring at him, she pouted. She knew exactly what he was up to. Again she fastened her eyes on his cock. She studied it carefully. Her breathing grew heavier, warmer. Her mouth salivated. God, why did he have to put it that way? Why did he have to make it all sound so exciting, so salacious? He was deliberately appealing to the tramp in her, the whore. He was deliberately working her up with words, whetting her appetite for the feel of his wet cock in her mouth.

Finally, smiling wanly, she looked up at him. "Okay, Buster ... you win."

She brought her mouth forward gradually. Her lips parted slightly, then closed. Earl smiled down at her as she looked up at his face. "You know ... I know exactly what you're up to," she said. "At heart, you're nothing but a sadist. You're making me do it like this simply for your own perverse pleasure ... because you enjoy seeing a woman behave like a slut. Probably you even had it planned like this from the start. You know I've never done this before and you're making me do it for kicks ... to make me behave like an animal, to deliberately humiliate me ... make me feel all dirty and rotten inside, all filthy."

Smiling, Earl continued looking down at her. He leaned forward, swaying his wet, limp, hanging cock closer to her face and mouth. "It's what you want, baby."

Quietly she gulped. It was almost as if he had hit a raw nerve. Bending her head, she stared at him, then slowly separated her lips, opened her mouth wide. Then she started thinking of Arnie. Jesus, how shocked Arnie would be to see her squatted down on her knees before Earl How stupefied and downright shocked he would be to see her actually about to place another man's cock into her mouth.

SIX

Arnie was convinced he was going crazy. The car lurched as Chester Whitney pulled the steering wheel up front hard in order to avoid hitting the big DETOUR sign. "Damn it! I forgot all about that road-work going on."

Quickly the car swayed. Sitting behind him in the rear seat, Arnie gasped. Down below, deep in Arnie's lap, Gail Whitney's soft, smooth-clasping lips twisted savagely on Arnie's hard, blood-filled shaft. Her mouth slipped away to the side and the hard rounded head of his cock lodged itself into the meaty tissue of her soft inner cheek. Digging into it like a huge acorn, it pushed into it, stretched it elastically. The smooth outside skin of her cheek bulged outward in a big round swell. Grimly she held onto his lurching, errant cock with her mouth. She held onto it with her hand to prevent it from tearing its way through her cheek.

Arnie felt her lower molars scrape against the broad, round underside of his cock. He shivered. The wheels of the car left the smooth pavement of the highway, began jolting up and down as they slammed in and out of the ruts and hollows of the temporary dirt side road. Her mouth vibrated and he felt the keen thin edges of her front teeth chatter pinchingly around his cock. Jesus Christ! One good bounce and she would bite right through his cock! She wouldn't be able to help herself. Visions of being castrated by her sharp, biting teeth assailed his brain. One good jolt to the jaw and her teeth would snap shut. She'd chop it right off!

Suddenly the car swerved again and they were back on the smooth pavement. He breathed a sigh of relief as she went back to sucking his cock, sliding her moist lips up and down. Jesus, what a crazy night! What a nutty experience it was having your cock sucked off by a woman while her husband sat up front driving.

The three of them were driving out to their home in the country. Arnie had agreed to accompany them there, spend the night with them. In the morning, they were going to drive him back in order to make the noon flight to Los Angeles. As soon as they left the restaurant, Gail Whitney had insisted upon sitting next to him in the back seat. "With bucket seats, only two can sit up front. This way, well keep each other company while Chet drives," she had said.

Chester Whitney seemed to have no objections. "She's right. Why should anyone sit all alone back there. As long as I'm driving, I certainly don't need any company up front."

Arnie took one look at the sports car. In the front, it only had the two bucket seats. Between them there was a console with a gear shift lever sticking straight up. He glanced nervously at Gail Whitney. His prick was still tingling with sensation from the hand job she had performed on him back in the restaurant. Despite the fact that he had reached orgasm and ejaculated, he still felt pretty aroused. He wondered if she didn't know it, if she didn't sense it somehow. Perhaps she had some other delightful tortures planned for him. A curious smile played on her lips. She seemed to be studying him coolly. Immediately he felt his penis filling. Gail Whitney was strikingly attractive. He could smell her heady perfume wafting over towards his nostrils. He couldn't help feeling very attracted by her. He felt stirred, aroused by her, aroused by what she had done to him back at the restaurant ... aroused by her sense of boldness, her daring, her outright laciviousness.

Chester Whitney had looked at his wife. Then he had smiled. "Good. That way you'll have him cornered," he said to her. "Perhaps if you use your persuasive charm, you'll be able to convince him to let us meet Earl before signing him up."

Arnie had been very reluctant to agree. If anything, Earl would be angry about it. When it came to business, he preferred playing his guitar-not mixing socially with those who hired him. He smiled uneasily, lowered his head and entered the rear compartment of the sports car.

Gail Whitney climbed in after him. She smiled at him wickedly, mischievously, as she plopped down heavily beside him. Quickly she had gathered his arm into hers and snuggled up to him. Next she wrinkled her nose at him. Nervously Arnie had smiled weakly back at her.

She went to work on him as soon as her husband swerved the car out into traffic. Reaching down into his lap, she unzipped his fly, reached inside and withdrew his already expanding, softly inflating cock. Groaning, Arnie watched her smile, then leaned back. God, he thought at the time, she was going to do it to him again! She was going to play with his cock. She was going to tease him and torture him- right behind her husband's back-make him shoot off another load of come!

Never in his life had he expected that she would start sucking his cock. For sure, he thought it would be the same thing all over again, just like back at the restaurant. As soon as the car moved out of the city traffic, she stopped chafing his cock. She bent herself over his lap, lowered her head, opened her mouth wide, then inserted his cock directly into her mouth.

Right now, Arnie was in Seventh Heaven. He stared down in fascination at the sight of his cock sticking up into Gail Whitney's mouth as she resumed sucking softly at it. In all of his life, he had never had his cock sucked. Occasionally there were times when he felt Adele might do it for him. If she was really hot and excited, sometimes she'd play with his cock like crazy, even kiss it. Once or twice, she even looked at it hungrily and a wild look of wantonness and concupiscence entered her face, a look which convinced him that she would do it. However, somehow she never quite got around to doing what he expected she was about to do ... and naturally, he certainly never would come right out and ask her to do it for him.

Arnie continued staring down at Chester Whitney's wife as the car sped down the smooth pavement. Dumbfounded, he watched her head move up and down, watched his cock slide in and out of her mouth. His prick was real hard now. It was all wet and shiny, glistening from the saliva in her mouth. God, what a wild salacious sight! She had been sucking his cock for a full two minutes. His round shining prick kept moving in and out of her mouth. It tingled as her soft smooth lips slid claspingly up and down. Inside, deep in her mouth, everything felt warm, almost velvety. The walls of her inner cheeks felt slick, smooth. Her tongue rasped in a circle, teasing the glands. Her tongue felt pebbly. The sensation inflamed him, excited him terribly. He groaned with delight. God, it was actually a woman's tongue doing that to his prick. Her tongue was actually licking, circling and tasting his cock. His entire body tingled with the eroticism of it. Imagine! ... his cock was actually in a woman's mouth ... and she was actually sucking on it!

Two or three cars passed them on the highway, going the other way. Blindingly, the light from their headlamps flashed through the darkness, lighting up the ceiling, the whole seat. Nervously Arnie glanced up to the back of Chester Whitney's head. He sighed. Thank God. Chester Whitney's head remained permanently fixed as he continued staring out the windshield, watching the road before him.

Suddenly Gail Whitney slid her lips all the way up. Parting them, she relinquished his cock from her mouth. She smiled up at him with her eyes beaming. Looking down, Arnie saw the reason why she was smiling. His cock was beginning to leak and dribble. Smiling at him, she fixed her eyes on him in a mean, beady stare, then slowly extended her long tongue out towards the fluid forming around the swollen glands of his cock.

Struggling, Arnie stifled the groan which sought to escape from his lips. He watched her smooth tongue make contact with the fluid. Slowly she began licking it. Swiftly a chill of erotic delight went through him. God, he had never seen anything like it. It was even better than watching a stag movie. It was all happening for real. And it was all actually happening to him.

Soon Arnie's cock was leaking like all hell. The bland, oily fluid oozed, pumped up, spilled down over the round sides of his glands. Expertly she kept licking with her tongue, kept lapping all of it up. Again the spine-tingling sensations went up and down his spine God almighty! ... he could hardly believe it! Last week he had watched exactly the same sort of thing when Earl put on his own personal little show. Never in his life did he dream that the very same thing might soon be done to him.

Arnie's cock was really leaking. The salaciousness of the sight and the extreme sexual excitement was just too strong for him. She paused, grinned up at him, then dug her tongue into the open, slotted eye. Softly Arnie groaned. He felt the small narrow tip of her tongue altering his penis. Somehow it felt like a live arrow. It snaked, burrowed more deeply into his cock. Again he groaned with delight. He glanced upward to make sure that Chester Whitney was still staring straight ahead, then returned his eyes to his lap. Watching, he gazed down at her in wonder as she slid her soft warm lips down over the roundness of his glands, then he watched her start sucking again as his cock continued exuding fluid into her mouth.

Suddenly Chester Whitney's head stirred. He glanced up into the mirror over his head. "You know, really I don't understand it. Surely such a simple thing as meeting your client shouldn't prevent us from consummating a deal. Jesus, just look at the publicity Earl will get. Why ... with open-air festivals, he'd be famous all over the country."

Arnie's cock continued emitting fluid. It dribbled and flowed in her mouth. Quietly her tongue worked and her mouth sucked up the thick, slimy leakage. She swallowed again and again and Arnie felt almost frantic with lust. "Jeez, I ... I don't know," he said, trying his best to keep his voice calm. "Earl Higgins is a pretty funny sort of guy. He usually makes it a practice to avoid the people who hire him. Instead he lets me handle everything."

Arnie sat there slumped in the rear seat. He stiffened and froze. He didn't know what to do. Down below, his cock was straining powerfully and hard in the mouth of Chester Whitney's wife. He could still feel the fluid leaving his cock. It was seeping, trickling almost continuously from the open hole at the end of his swollen, congested cockhead down into her mouth. Sliding her lips very slowly up and down his cock, she kept mixing the fluid with her own saliva, then swallowed it all down. God, Arnie could hardly believe it. What an exciting woman she was. She was sexy as all hell!

Suddenly Chester Whitney's voice drifted over the front seat again. "Listen, if that's the case, maybe you can make it all casual like," he said. His eyes darted upward to the rear view mirror, stared blankly at Arnie's face. "Perhaps you can arrange for us to meet him at a party or something ... before you tell him about the open-air festival and our deal."

It was pretty damn difficult trying to talk with what was going on down in his lap. Arnie shivered. He stared down at Gail Whitney's head bobbing slowly up and down in his lap. Her eyes looked up at him, watching his face. They gleamed as if smiling. He wasn't sure but he was fairly certain that Chester Whitney's eyes couldn't see down past the bade of the front seat. In any event, the backrest sticking up at the top would surely obscure his vision. However, what if he swung his eyes around? What if he didn't see his wife sitting up next to him?

Arnie started wondering about them. God, what a strange couple they were. Somehow he felt certain that Chester Whitney really knew what was going on. In a way, it was all like a game. He was pretending to be unaware of what his wife was doing to him ... but somehow it only seemed to be for respectability's sake, in order to save everyone embarrassment, unnecessary explanations and so forth. Slouching down further in the seat, he looked down into his lap again. He wondered if Gail Whitney did this with other men too. If so, what the hell did her husband get out of it all?

Chester Whitney was still waiting for his answer. Arnie concentrated hard on formulating a reply. "All right. I'll ... I'll arrange a party." Somehow his words sounded thick, disjointed. "M-My wife has a birthday coming up next week. I ... I'll make her a party ... invite Earl and his girl friend." Suddenly Arnie felt the tension in his loins building. His cock started throbbing hard in Gail Whitney's soft wet mouth. Smiling, she plunged her lips downward, encasing his entire cock with her warm smooth mouth. His cock started swelling, pulsating strongly. Gosh, he was going to come. He was going to come right in her mouth!

Chester Whitney kept staring at his face in the rear view mirror. "Say, that'll work out just fine. We were intending to come down and stay in Los Angeles for a while anyway. To tell you the truth, we always go there to search for new up and coming talent."

Arnie was sweating like a pig. The perspiration flowed down his face and neck in rivulets. He groaned, tensed himself hard. He reached down, held her head between his two hands. God, he could feel himself getting ready to come. The sperm was boiling up from his balls, literally surging into the base of his penis. Swiftly a keen excruciating feeling flooded his entire groin. It was all starting now. His entire prick was seething with pinprick sensation. Calmly she kept her lips clasped tightly over the rounded column of his penis. Her tongue teased, literally tortured the swollen, engorged glands. She hollowed her cheeks inward, as if preparing herself, getting ready to accept the gushing spurts of his liquid come.

Arnie actually saw stars. Flares of colored light flared through his brain-red, yellow and orange. Through the multicolored suffusion, pinpoints of white dazzling light exploded, splattered themselves through the fields of color. Leaping, his groin bucked upward. He arched himself and his buttocks left the seat slightly as the tremendous swelling sensation suffused his entire cock. Holding onto his cock firmly at the base with her hand, Gail Whitney squeezed his cock, helped it along, made all of it more keen and excruciating, more torturous and unendurable for him.

Frantically Arnie held onto her head. He twisted his lips, gritted his teeth. God Almighty! He had never had such a strong orgasm in his life! Again and again his cocked pumped. It swelled gigantically and spurted out its globs of thick white come. Moving with each pumping swell, each gigantic explosion, Arnie's loins humped rhythmically up and down, jerkily, uncontrollably. Holding onto his cock, Gail Whitney watched his tortured, agonized face carefully. She stared at him with hard shiny eyes. Avidly her soft mouth accepted each surging burst, each strong gush of thick warm come. She waited until her mouth was fairly full with it; then staring at him, she started swallowing it all down.

Arnie groaned. He clutched her hair wildly. He felt like yowling, hollering ... but he stifled the feeling down. He clenched his fists hard, looked up forward. Fortunately Chester Whitney kept staring straight ahead. His eyes seemed glued on the rear view mirror, watching the twisted, tortured expression on his face. "Say, I hope you're not getting sick again ... or anything like that."

Arnie's face was drained of all blood. Down below, his cock was still pumping, swelling and spurting his warm come into her mouth. He glanced up at Chester Whitney's eyes staring back at him in the long horizontal mirror. Somehow Chester Whitney's eyes looked glazed and moist, lustful. God, the man just had to know what was going on. Surely he must have heard his groans, his grunts. "No ... no. I ... I'm not feeling sick. It's ... it's just that all of a sudden I'm feeling all weak and fluttery."

Chester Whitney's eyes grinned. "It's the thin mountain air," he said. "We're at a pretty high elevation now and the oxygen level is far lower than at sea level."

Arnie's cock was still pumping weakly. It spilled out more liquid come into her mouth. Gail Whitney parted her lips. She opened her mouth wide and allowed him to see his liquid come. Gasping, shuddering with erotic delight, Arnie stared down. His eyes drank in the sight of his own warm liquid come lying in her mouth. His sperm was white and thick. Some of it was bubbling and frothing in her mouth. The rest of it looked just like liquidy paste or thin, milky white starch. Trembling and tingling all over, he studied the way his liquid semen was rolling in her mouth and watched it slosh over her teeth and gums. Planted right in the middle, the swollen head of his cock was lying in the curved depression of her tongue, gasping spasmodically, weakly, spilling more liquid white come into her mouth. He shuddered, watched it run back in a white rivulet down the back of her smooth tongue, watched it run down into the oval opening of her throat. Finally when enough of it gathered there, she worked her throat muscles, swallowed and gulped it down.

Groaning, Arnie slumped back in the seat. He collapsed. God, he had never experienced anything like this in his life! The woman was absolutely incredible, a temptress. She knew exactly what excited a man, what pleased their lustful instincts best. She knew exactly how to tease a man, how to torture him, how to excite him beyond his wildest expectations ... how to impart deep exquisite pleasure, gratify him beyond his fondest dreams.

Slowly Gail Whitney removed his spent cock from her mouth. She looked up at him, stared at him with she-devil eyes, then smiled broadly. "To tell you the truth, Chet, I don't think it's the high mountain air," she said to her husband, speaking to him for the first time. "Truthfully, I just think he's exhausted. Between dinner and our exciting company, it's simply been too much for him."

As she raised her head from Arnie's lap, her eyes met those of her husband in the mirror. She smiled, stared at him meaningfully, then rearranged the hem of her short dress. Next she looked at Arnie. Carefully her tongue moved out and licked away a trickle of liquid semen trailing down from the corner of her mouth. She winked at him meanly.

Once again Arnie groaned. Boy, was she lascivious. Except for Gloria Benson, he had never seen a female do anything like that. Deep inside, down in his inner core, something fluttered, sent small chills going through his body. God, what a fantastic, sexy woman she was. She was the personification of every man's wildest dreams and fantasies. She was the epitome of sheer, utter, female licentiousness.

Numbly he thought of Adele. Gosh, if only she could be like that ... even just a little bit. If only she could learn to impart wondrous pleasure like that ... suck a man's cock and please him like that. Suddenly he sighed wearily. With Adele it was a hopeless cause. She would never suck a man's cock. She simply didn't have it in her to do something like that.

Up ahead, in the front seat, Chester Whitney's eyes swam slightly. He felt very pleased. He looked straight back into the eyes of his wife through the rear view mirror.

And then he grinned.

SEVEN

Leaning back on her haunches, Adele paused. Her mouth was wide open and her lips were only a hair's breath away from the slippery silken head of Earl's cock. Feverishly the conflict tore at her. She wanted to do it, but she was afraid to. Also she felt overcome with shame, humiliation. In all of her life, she had never sucked a man's cock. Not even for Arnie had she done it.

Dully the blood thundered through her brain. Her heart started pounding. For years she had wanted to try it and do it. God, if it was something she really wanted and needed, why couldn't she have done with Arnie? Why couldn't she have done it with the man she was married to?

Suddenly the entire struggle seemed too much for her. She gazed down hungrily at Earl's cock. Despite its slimy repulsive look, she wanted to plunge it into her mouth. She wanted to chew on it with her lips, roll it around, suck on it, drink all its precious juices. God, it was absolutely maddening! Her mind swam slightly. A mild sense of panic engulfed her. She had never been able to do it with anyone before. God, what if she did it with Earl and liked it. Would it make her a slave to him? What would happen to her marriage with Arnie?

Finally she just gave in. It was all simply too much for her. She slipped her lips over the slippery wet head of Earl's cock, then drew the soft pulpy knob into her mouth. Smiling, Earl reached forward and grasped her head welcomingly with his hands. He leaned forward and pushed his big meaty cock into Adele's soft warm mouth.

Adele's mind felt as if it was in a daze. Earl's cock filled up her mouth. It felt heavy and thick. Slowly she rolled it around in her mouth. His thick meaty penis felt soft and slippery, almost slithery. Deep down inside of herself, she felt curiously contented- deliciously wicked and wanton. The feeling of his heavy limp cock in her mouth was very voluptuous. It excited her tremendously. Softly she began mouthing and sucking it. She bathed it with saliva, circled it with her tongue, made a wry face as she tasted its combined bitter-salty acridness. Plunging her lips forward, she gobbled up the rest of his limp cock and devoured it with her mouth. Standing there with his hands planted on his hips, Earl smiled as he watched her lips and mouth go to work on him.

Soon Earl's fat, slimy meat began filling out in her mouth. Thickening, it grew fatter and longer, became spongy and resilient. Finally it began to feel firm, almost rubbery. It started reaching down the back of her tongue and it started stretching her lips in a wide round oval. Her eyes widened. Gosh, how right he had been. How fascinating it was to feel a man's cock swelling and filling out in your mouth. How deliciously satisfying and exciting it all was!

Adele started sucking on his cock avidly, lustfully. Suddenly she realized exactly what she was doing. While sucking his cock, she was also tasting the juices of her own inner cunt. Numbly her mind swam with the lewdness of the thought, the downright obscenity of it. Chills ran up and down her spine. Instead of feeling revolted, she felt even more excited. Gradually a sense of lust grew in her. She began feeling brazen and shameless ... downright sluttish. Working her lips feverishly, she began slurping and mouthing his cock faster, more frenziedly, began feeding it in and out of her mouth with her hand. As she did so, she lathed his cock thickly with her tongue in order to taste every essence ... every bitter-sweet drop of acrid alkalinity ... the delicious moisture of her own wet cunt mingled with the delightfully pungent, salty taste of his liquid come.

Earl's cock burgeoned and grew. It swelled, hardened, started stretching her lips back cruelly. Groaning, Earl reached down. He grabbed her head with his hands, then started sliding his cock back and forth in her mouth.

Soon Adele began to realize that more than one thing was going on. Earl was letting her suck him off, but he wasn't being passive by any means. In reality, he was fucking her all over again. Only this time he was actually fucking her right in her mouth!

Suddenly Adele felt crestfallen, dismayed. How could he do such a thing, deliberately use a woman's mouth as a vagina? She felt the thick blunt end of his cock nudge, enter the small oval of her throat. She gagged, choked, looked up at him sharply. Smiling, Earl pulled his cock back and contented himself with merely sliding it back and forth in her mouth's warm, wet juices.

Adele's smooth brow furrowed thoughtfully. She wasn't particularly enjoying this aspect of things. Suddenly Earl tried it again. Holding her head firmly, he slid his big thick cock deeper into her mouth. Once again, she gagged and choked. She felt the round blunt mushroom pushing its way down into her throat. It stretched her throat elastically, lay there like a big lump. Swiftly she tried to pull her head back, but he held her head firmly. He began pushing his cock deeper down into her throat, probing it and exploring it. Then he began moving it back and forth ... in and out of the moist, tightly clasping sleeve.

Adele retched and choked. Her throat felt as if it was on fire. Her lips were stretched back agonizingly. They felt as if they were about to rip. Oh, my god, he'll tear them to shreds! Lumpily his big thick knobhead slid down her throat, rasping it cruelly. Oh my god, she thought as she felt the hot, searing pain. He'll ruin my throat for sure. Already it felt like sandpaper grinding away at the delicate tissue. If she allowed him to do this much longer, soon his cock would tear its way through the thin, sensitive membrane.

Suddenly she just couldn't take it anymore. Her throat was all stuffed and crammed. Her whole throat felt bruised, as if it was on fire. She couldn't breathe and she felt as if she was suffocating. Now his big hairy balls were slapping into her chin. Also she could feel his wiry pubic hair crushing into her lips and into her nose. If she didn't stop him now, he'd choke her and smother her to death. She reached up desperately, grabbed his cock full round at the base and fought to pull her mouth and throat back. Smiling, Earl cooperated with her. He pulled his cock back, held her head a little more gently, then just slowly moved himself back and forth.

Adele gasped, drank in the air. In spite of what had happened, she kept her mouth fastened around his cock. In a way, she felt surprised. Though she didn't like what he was doing, she didn't want to stop sucking his cock. In a curious sort of way, she felt she had to keep right on doing it. It was the fulfillment of a secret wish ... something born long ago ... something she just had to go through as an experience before she would feel thoroughly satisfied.

Suddenly she began to feel the hard throbbing of his cock in her mouth. Her mind swam and she grew frantic. Numbly she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Earl was all tense. All of the muscles of his body, his legs, his thighs were beginning to stiffen and bulge. Swiftly her mind filled with panic. Also a deliciously sweet chill of delight passed through her entire being. Earl's body was getting ready to come! He was about to explode and fill her mouth with sperm! ... fill her throat with it!

Adele didn't know what to do. Though she wanted him to come in her mouth, she felt slightly hesitant about the sperm. She was afraid that she might not like it. Whenever she looked at a man's sperm, it seemed gooey and viscid. She realized that if he came in her mouth, she might have to swallow it, but somehow she was afraid that she might retch and vomit it all up. Slowly she closed her eyes. She shivered and trembled. She felt just like a woman on the verge of a tremendous experience.

When he came, Earl's cock lurched wildly in her mouth. It swelled, erupted, belched the thick creamy warm sperm right into her mouth.

"Drink it! Drink it!" yelled Earl. His eyes rolled up and his mouth fell open in a long agonizing groan. "Take it! Swallow it all down!" he yelled down at her. "Don't lose a single precious drop!"

Adele's mind felt as if it was flipping out. She gasped, gagged and choked. His gigantic cock was really pumping the sperm into her mouth. It was flooding her mouth with come. Stunned into immobility, she felt each convulsive spasm, each spurt of hot come erupt. Leaping forward in thick blobs, the warm semen gushed into her mouth, ran down into her throat. The gagging reflexes started working, rebelling. The big cock kept pumping, convulsing, singing and spilling more warm, viscid fluid into her mouth and throat. Finally, gulping the slimy, oily fluid down hurriedly, she began pushing against his thighs with her hands.

Earl wouldn't let her go. "No, I want you to drink it all down!" He held onto her head strongly and kept right on coming in her mouth. Resigning herself, Adele ceased struggling. She remained there kneeling motionless before him and just started gulping, swallowing everything down.

Finally Earl was all through. Though his big cock was still oozing, dribbling, it wasn't spurting or pumping up huge swells of come. Taking advantage of things for a breather, Adele sighed. She relaxed, then concentrated on the taste of the warm liquidy stuff in her mouth. His come was slightly salty but bland. It was slippery like oil. Rolling the warm fluid about in her mouth, she noticed how thickly it held together, how viscid it was, how it slithered about as it rolled from place to place. Finally, realizing what she was doing, feeling slightly shocked by it, she swallowed quickly and then felt it slide down her throat.

As soon as Earl's cock stopped oozing, he slid it back out of her mouth. Dripping, it deposited a few drops on her lower lip and chin. Stickily a thin strand of come stretched between Adele's lower lip and the spent head of his cock, hanging there tenuously like a liquid bridge. Earl looked down at her. He smiled warmly, as if very pleased. "Boy, you sure did a good job. I could feel that one right down to my toes."

Adele crimsoned. She looked up at him uneasily. Now that she had done it, she felt slightly ashamed. Leaning back on her haunches, she stared at his cock again. Then, slowly, the expression on her face changed. "Gee, I really did it," she said, tilting her head and looking up at him with proud eyes. "I ... I actually swallowed all of it down."

***

Karen stared at the clock on the night table. One o'clock ... and still Earl wasn't back. This time he hadn't even called her to give her some phony excuse. God damn him! How long did he think she would put up with it? How long did he think she would tolerate his tomcattish ways?

Suddenly in the dark, she fumed. She wondered who her newest rival was. Last time, it was a go-go girl, one of those big, heavy-breasted girls who danced topless. The time before, it had been an actress-a girl who happened to look like Ali Macgraw. Suddenly she thought of Gloria Benson. Shit! If it was that sluttish bitch, that oversexed teenager, she'd kill him for sure.

She tried stretching her body out in order to relax. She threw off the sheet in order to let the cool air caress her body. It was useless. Her whole body was as stiff as a board. Again she was going to have to fight for sleep. She felt tense, irritable. Deep inside, small knots of frustration gnawed at her. She missed having Earl lying beside her. Right now, her body had a need for him. It had a need which only his stiff maleness could satisfy.

Hesitantly her hand slid downwards. It passed over the smooth, warm satin-like skin of her stomach, down over her silky crotch, slid into the moist crevice between her thighs. Her fingers searched out the small nub of her clitoris. She kneaded it slowly, then sighed as the sweet, delicious sensations of relief and relaxation fluttered through her.

God damn Earl! It was all his fault! She wouldn't have to be doing this to herself if only he were here. Broodingly, she thought of all the nights she had done it before. When Earl was away playing at other cities, she was always alone and it was pretty hard to resist Most of the time she felt a little guilty about it all. It seemed ridiculous, immature to be masturbating herself. Still, at least it served one purpose. It quelled the stifled feeling of sexual yearning she so often had ... quieted its sense of urgency. It soothed her, released her ... allowed her to go to sleep.

Her mind drifted and thought of Earl again. If only he would grow up. If only he would recognize what a wonderful thing they both had together in each other. If only he would learn to accept and then marry her. God, she didn't know how much longer she could go on like this. At first, she thought it was just a matter of growing up and maturing. In fact many guys these days were reluctant to marry. But now she wasn't so sure. Lately, now that he was becoming fairly successful, it seemed to be getting even worse. And what with women and young girls throwing themselves on him all over the place, God only knew how long it would take now.

Slowly her long, tapered finger slid into the moist slit under her clitoris. Breathing deeply, she quivered slightly, stiffened. Everything was lubricous, almost like oil. Ah, that felt much better. Gingerly she parted the folds of soft clasping flesh. She inserted one, then two fingers into her vagina. Inside, the walls of her vagina fluttered, gasped about her two fingers, pumped softly. Oh yes, that was much better now. Her thighs arched upward. She began stroking her fingers slowly in and out of herself. Moisture flooded her fingers, feeling warm and silken.

She started thinking of Earl again. Absently she pondered the problem of why he was resisting anything permanent with her. He said it was a matter of wanting to be free, to not have ties and to be able to come and go as he pleased. However, seriously she doubted it What he really was afraid of was involvement becoming committed to someone else and assuming the responsibilities that came with it. At heart, he was just a child. He was strong and willful, selfish to his own purposes. He simply wanted things his way ... without having to give back in return.

Suddenly the keen sensations taking place down below grew acute. She started moving her fingers faster, pushed them deeper into herself. With her thumb, she pressed hard into the now-swollen pea-sized node of her clitoris. Slowly the familiar small knot began forming in her lower abdomen. She began rolling her clitoris with her thumb, moved her fingers more briskly. Swelling, the small knotted sensation grew and burgeoned. She raised her knees. Her thighs stiffened. The swelling grew and grew. Deep inside her, everything began straining. The cords on her neck tensed. Her back arched upward. Her mouth grew slack, opened.

"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" she groaned as the sweet intense sensation of ecstatic relief spasmed and spread through her loins.

Within seconds, the strong pulsing sensations left her. Falling back limply onto the mattress, she felt depressed. Once again, she was alone, desolate, hungry

Well, at least she would be able to go to sleep now.

***

It was two o'clock in the morning. Gail Whitney had sneaked into the guest bedroom only ten minutes before. She had slipped in quietly, hardly making a sound.

Arnie could feel her breasts on his back as her tongue traveled slowly down his spine. Groaning, he lay there completely motionless on his stomach in the dark. He mashed his belly hard into the mattress as the wet, tantalizing sensation sent erotic thrills of delight through him.

God, the woman was an absolute sorceress. She knew ways of pleasure that he never dreamed existed. He bit down on his lip, gnashed his teeth as her slick wet tongue aroused his flesh further, excited him slowly into a state of delicious frenzy. Christ, if her husband only knew she was there in his room. If he only knew what she was doing! ... right now!

Suddenly he began moaning as he felt her tongue licking lower down. His skin started tingling, twitching. Her tongue paused as it reached the cleavage of his buttocks. He felt her hands grip the full soft mounds. Her fingers separated the plump cheeks, exposing the puckered hole between. Bending fully over him, her hair sprawled loosely on his thighs. She pushed her nose and face into the cleavage and stabbed her long tongue straight into the small, sensitive aperture.

Arnie almost yowled. The sensation was absolutely incredible! She laughed, began attacking his anus furiously, burying her tongue deeply into it and wriggling it around like a snake. At the same time, she held him down. To make sure he didn't get away, she grabbed his scrotum with her hand, squeezed his testicles threateningly every time he tried to move in protest.

Arnie had never experienced such intense, erotic sensations. He was astounded, thrilled to speechlessness. Lying there inert, he closed his eyes in ecstasy as Gail Whitney's snakelike tongue kept shooting warm wet arrows of lascivious, exquisite sensation deep into his asshole. His entire body shook and trembled. He wanted to tear himself away, but he couldn't. His whole body was paralyzed, numb with delicious pleasure. It was agonizing and excruciating, sensual and unbelievably voluptuous. Unable to bear the strange exotic thrill any longer, he began fighting for breath. He started beating the pillow with his fists. Gosh, everything deep inside of him was twisting and churning. His very nerve endings were tingling and pulsating.

Finding his voice, he begged her for mercy. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh ... please stop! Please! ... I ... I just can't take any more." His voice was hot and ashamed. His entire body was a squirming mass of trembling, quivering jelly. His eyes felt as if they were bulging, ready to pop out of his head. His penis was all swelled out and hardened. It felt hard, like granite. It began lurching wildly and the thin delicate tissue strained burstingly.

If mercy was what he wanted, Gail Whitney wasn't the one to ask it off. Laughing triumphantly at his utter helplessness, she increased her torturous teasing as cruelly as she could. She snaked her tongue deeper and deeper into his anus, darted it like a striking snake. Swirling the walls, she licked the moist delicate flesh. At the same time, she ran her fingertip down the full length of his hard, round bursting prick. Touching it lightly, almost delicately, she teased the swollen, engorged glands with the sharp tip of her fingernail.

The combination was entirely too much for Arnie. His prick lurched and leaped. Finally it began spurting!

EIGHT

When Adele awoke in the morning, she stretched her arms luxuriously. Then she sighed deeply. She felt very content. For the first time in her life, she felt fulfilled. She felt fulfilled as a woman, as a person. Also she felt fulfilled as a female animal. Yawning she turned her head and shielded her eyes from the early morning light. God, what a difference from the usual feelings she experienced in the morning.

Suddenly, remembering Earl, her mind snapped into full consciousness. Gosh, what a magnificent prick he had! She shuddered as erotic chills ran up and down her spine. Imagine-she had actually contained him, hosted his entire, immensed-sized organ. She had actually taken every last big thick inch of him deep into her body.

Softly she laughed. God, but was Earl hung. Slowly her hand slid down to her pussy. He had fucked her five times. Her cunt was all sore ... but it sure was worth it.

Lazily she remembered the first time she had considered being unfaithful to Arnie. God, how naive she had been. She had dismissed the idea immediately. Shocked to the core, she had rejected the very thought of it. Back home, where she was brought up, wives simply didn't consider such awful ideas. If a woman was married to someone older or if her husband proved inept, she just made the best of things. Suddenly she laughed again. She remembered the feeling of Earl's big hard cock buried deep in her body. Boy, how good it had felt. She had never felt so stuffed and crammed in her life, so fully stretched. Gosh, how it had throbbed and lurched. Sometimes she thought she was going out of her mind. And boy, when it went off, did it gush. Christ, it felt just like a fire hose going off deep in her body. Slowly she shook her head. She felt thrilled all over again. It was funny how something like last night could change a woman's feelings about things.

Her ears picked up the sound of splashing water. She crooked her head, listened to the sound of rushing water. Earl hadn't left afterwards. He was still in the house. He was in the main bathroom out in the hall, taking a shower.

Slowly she raised her sleep-filled body. She gazed down at her breasts. God, they were all swollen from his hand's caresses and the strong wide-fingered squeezes he had inflicted upon them last night. Close to the erect brownish nipples, there were even a few teeth marks. She stared at the red welts where his teeth had nipped. Boy, she better make sure Arnie never sees that! Suddenly she felt like giggling. She felt wicked, delightfully naughty. Now she had something to hide. Immediately she sobered. She started thinking about adultery. Gosh, no wonder so many gals went in for it. In all of the world, there was nothing like it. Even though marriage was good, it wasn't half as exciting or as stimulating as having sex with someone else. Neither was it as satisfying.

Idly her eyes traveled down the rest of her naked torso. She gazed at the thick, matted triangle of pubic hair dividing her soft thighs and noted its crushed, white flaky look. Gosh, his semen was all over heron the hairs of her pubis, on her hips, on her belly, even on her thighs. Parting her thighs, she stole a finger downward. She inserted it into her sore, swollen pussy. Yes, she could still feel his sperm squishing deep inside herself. It was all sticky and gooey. Slowly she brought her finger back. She placed it in her mouth, tasted it. Again she felt like giggling. Well, that was another victory, another accomplishment. On top of everything else, now she had finally sucked a man's cock. She not only knew what it felt like, but she also knew what a man's sperm tasted like.

Thinking of the act, she shivered erotically. God, what a wonderful miracle men were-with their big cocks and balls. How wonderful, how strange, awesome and mysterious that thick creamy fluid which represented their manhood was. Suddenly she began understanding more about adultery, why it was so appealing. It was exciting because it enabled you to do things you would never dare do with your husband.

Suddenly she caught sight of Earl standing in the open doorway. He was all through showering and he was wiping himself briskly with a towel. "Well, how did you sleep?" he asked her with a grin.

Adele stretched her arms, yawned. "Oh, God ... what a night. I never slept so good in my life." She stifled another yawn, stretched again. "I slept like an absolute log."

Earl rubbed the back of his ear with the towel. "I take it you enjoyed yourself last night then!"

Adele rolled her eyes. "Yeah, wow! ... Oh man, but did I enjoy myself. God, what a fantastic prick you've got. Gosh, you practically ruined me with that big thing of yours." Playfully she raised her knees, parted her thighs. "Look at it, just look at what you did to me."

Smiling, Earl looked down at the thick swollen lips. They were all red, distended, abused looking. "Well, I fucked you five times. What else do you expect!" His eyes lit up at the sight of his own liquid sperm lying between the thick lips. It was lying there thickly, squishing between the mucid folds and creases. "Christ, you better wipe yourself up. If you get up, you'll start leaking all over the place.

Teasingly she splayed her thighs wider. "If you can't stand seeing the results of your own handiwork, then don't look"

Suddenly nature began to betray him. She laughed as his thick cock hardened, then slowly rose. "Boy, am I going to have fun with that." She looked up at him, smiled. "Gosh, am I glad we finally got together. We're simply going to have lots of wonderful times ..."

All of a sudden she noticed Earl's brow furrowing. Quickly she changed her tone of voice. "Listen, I really loved it, Earl. I loved every precious minute of it," she said, " ... and I meant what I said ... about being glad that we got together."

Earl sat down on the edge of the bed and sighed. "Look, let's get something straight. Despite what happened, none of it means a thing."

Adele's face sagged. She reddened perceptibly. "I ... I don't understand. What's wrong?"

Earl looked at her seriously, "Listen, I like you. You're groovy and I enjoy balling you, but just don't start counting on things."

Suddenly her heart skipped a beat "What are you talking about? I ... I don't get you."

He leaned back, studied her carefully. "Look, let's understand each other. Basically, I'm a free spirit I come and go as I please. I don't let anyone make any claims on me. Right now, I'm into this with you strictly for the sex ... nothing else. Now if you're willing to accept things on these terms, then okay. If not, let's call it quits, right here and now."

Adele gulped. Her heart thudded sickeningly. It was almost as if he had hit her in the face. She stared at him. "Don't you even like me ... at least a little bit?"

Earl leaned his head back and laughed. "Sure I like you. I dig you real good. I enjoy fucking you. Basically, I'm just as normal as the next guy. I enjoy sex and fucking ... and I dig balling, grooving with a chick who still doesn't know where her head's at ... who still has to be taught how to let go."

Adele stared at him with dismay. Despite his good looks and success, basically he was a person walking around in a shell. She could practically see the thick concrete walls surrounding him. To him, no one in the world counted. Everything simply existed for Earl Higgins' own personal pleasure and enjoyment.

Earl saw the look in her eyes. He grinned, reached out his hand. "Look, we can still have fun. It's just that I don't want to get involved ... have things expected of me. If I feel like anything, I'll just drop around ... when I can. I'm sorry, but that's how it is. In this ballgame, either we play it my way ... or not at all."

Gulping again, Adele thought it over. It was one hell of a ballgame, but she hated to lose Earl now. She was just beginning her explorations into extramarital sex, into delicious infidelity. "Okay, well do it on your terms. Let's break out a can of beer and drink on it"

***

Earl was giving it to her real good. He felt his cock pushing into her deeper and deeper. He thrusted, plunged into the hot moist sheathe again and again. Repeatedly, he felt the small slit of her cervix slamming into the head of his cock. For a moment, it almost felt as if his cock would enter it. Pushing it back, he could almost feel the tiny slot into a small egg-shaped oval. Christ, she was wide open. If he shot his load now, he'd shoot it right into her womb.

Grinning, he looked down into her tortured, agonized face. All of her features were grimacing with pain. Her lips were twisting at the corners. Her eyes were closed, tight and squinting. The tendons and cords on her neck stood out boldly like whip cords. "Oohhhh, God ... it's so good!" she groaned. "It hurts like all hell but it feels so damn good!"

Again Earl smiled. This was the way he liked it, the way he wanted it. She arched her back, groaned. Suddenly she just couldn't take it anymore. Quickly the muscles of her cunt gripped him hard, clenched and squeezed rhythmically. Her eyes flared open as she gritted her teeth. He slammed into her ferociously, burying himself deeply into her warm belly. "Enough?" he asked with a wry chuckle.

She was still spasming. It was the third time he had fucked her and he could still feel the small clenching sensations. This last time it felt as if she had been orgasming almost continuously.

Her face looked drained and pale. "Oh, my God ... yes."

Suddenly she shrieked as he pulled himself back and lunged into her again. "No! ... Enough!"

He nudged into the soft meat at the end of her vaginal canal. "Are you sure?"

"Yes ... enough!" she whimpered weakly. She was all broken, exhausted. Her body was spent, twisted and beaten, utterly defeated. "Yes. Oh please, dear God ... enough! ... enough ... " her voice trailed off.

***

When Karen drifted to wakefulness, she realized that it was Earl who brought her back to consciousness. He was nudging his prick between her thighs from behind. Quickly she rolled over and away from him. She shook her head, wriggling away from his grasping hands. "Forget it! I'm simply not in the mood for it tonight."

Earl felt very annoyed, but not entirely surprised. Ever since he came back from Adele this afternoon, she had been acting coolly toward him. It was almost as if she knew he had just started up with someone new.

Earl's cock told him to be stubborn. He knew she was angry with him for staying out all last night and for not even calling her about it, but he knew that if he could just get his hands on her, everything would be all right. His hand stole down her smooth waist, over the curving swell of her hip. "Stop it!" she said, swatting at his hand. "I told you. I'm just not in the mood tonight."

Earl's hand persisted. It slid down between her warm thighs, slid into the crease between. She lay there stiff and still as he massaged the crease gently. Softly his fingers slid into her slit, brushed the smooth silken flesh of her cunt. The moisture started.

He moved closer to her, palmed her full breast as her thighs closed tightly on his hand. She quivered slightly, then stiffened, resisted. Her thighs opened, closed on his hand, opened again. She was getting wetter now and Earl felt the boiling and surging in his cock.

Quickly he threw off the sheet. He reached over and grabbed her, pinned her down against the mattress. Protesting, she began squirming. She pushed up against him with her hands. She remained silent, gritted her teeth and Earl realized that it was going to be one of those struggles-the woman fighting and resisting, without saying a word ... the man insisting, seeking to dominate and control, to subdue and force.

The challenge was irresistible. He just loved it when she fought him like that. Swiftly his hand flew between her tightly closed, pressed together thighs. Strongly he pushed them apart, wedged his knee in between. She fought, pummeled him with her fists. The bedroom became suffused with soft warm grunts as their bodies pressed, squirmed and struggled. Soon the slithering of flesh became joined by snarls of resistance, sighs of surrender, groans of resignation and defeat.

Finally he had her thighs splayed widely apart. He held her arms up over her head by the wrists, looked down at the glorious sight of her subdued anger, the sparkling bright look in her eyes, the curl of her resentful lips. Then he let his eyes fall to take in the sight of her full, rounded breasts quivering and shaking like large jelly mounds. He had her now and she knew it. And she knew that he knew it.

Down below, the divided soft flesh was all wet now, the result of struggle and arousal. Slowly he began kissing her on the side of her mouth, ran his lips down her throat. Then he began licking her large round breasts as if he was painting them with his tongue. Finally the first sounds emanated from her lips ... soft moans. He caught an erect nipple into his mouth, rolled it, then nibbled it gently with his teeth. It surged out, hardening. She groaned. His head started moving down, his tongue traveling down the smooth satin of her warm belly. It paused at her navel, dipped in delicately, teased, then withdrew and trailed slowly down her fluttering, quivering lower stomach.

He took the full, fleshy lips between her thighs into his mouth, gnashed at them with his strong lips. She started groaning and moaning. Quickly he affixed his mouth and lips to her clitoris. It was swelling, thickening. He sucked it into his mouth, rolled it with his tongue, kneaded it with his lips. Her thighs tensed and she arched her back.

"Oohhhhh!" she groaned as her body vibrated and chattered under his mouth.

***

Karen stumbled off to the bathroom. She had to pee. She could still feel the tense knotting deep in her lower abdomen. She had come so strongly that everything had knotted up deep inside of her. While those type of orgasms thrilled her with their deep fierce strength, often they hurt her also. Right now, she knew that she was going to pay for their intensity.

She leaned up against the cold basin, looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was scrawling wildly all over her face. God, whenever they made love, it made a mess of her. They thrashed so much that nothing but absolute dishevelment was left. She inspected her lower lip. It was thick, bruised. God, how the hell could any girl remain angry with a guy like him. He made love like a God, gave a woman everything she sought and wanted from a man.

As she walked back to the bedroom, she saw him sitting up and grinning with his hands up behind his head. That was the trouble with him, the misfortune of his life. Life had endowed him with too much-too much talent too much success, too much animal appeal and masculinity. She looked down at his thick cock lying inert, lolling against his thigh, wondered how many different girls it had entered, how many young, tender fresh cunts it had ravished, fucked, brought to orgasm, enjoyed for itself, shot its thick load of creamy sperm into. God, it was a miracle. She knew his was certainly a well-used tool. It must have dipped into well over two hundred different girls ... and God only knew how many women. Guys like him just had it that way. They were fortune's children; the Gods smiled on them.

Earl noticed her eyes on his cock. Leering, he winked at her, then beckoned her over with his finger.

She ran, flew into his arms.

NINE

The party was a big bore, completely unsuccessful as far as Earl was concerned Most of the people there were dull and commonplace, strangers. They were business associates of Arnie's, men with their wives, the sort of people that he didn't like. Christ, if he knew it was going to be like this, he would never have come. Also there wasn't one attractive woman there-at least not one that appealed to him.

Earl stretched out his legs restlessly as he slouched deeper into the chair. He roamed the room with his eyes. Karen was busy in one of the corners of the room. She was talking with Arnie. Karen was wearing an extremely short miniskirt-one of those micro-mini things that always somehow managed to reveal the lower half-moon creases of a girl's ass. Underneath she was wearing very tight, smooth-clasping nylon panties. The panties were white and her legs looked long and glamorous. He stared at diem hard and admired diem. She looked real snazzy, very sexy.

Tonight Karen had decided to be daring. She was wearing a very sheer see-through blouse and she wasn't wearing a bra. Her breasts were completely exposed. The thin gauzelike material clung to her soft, round breasts like glue, accentuating their fullness, making them seem rounder, firmer, more up-thrusting. Poking insolently, her two round nipples jutted forward challengingly, turgid and erect, riveting the attention of every man's eye in the room.

As he talked with Karen, Arnie's eyes kept glancing nervously at her full breasts. Earl smiled. Arnie was having a tough time keeping his eyes off them. He seemed particularly taken in with her boldly exposed, erect nipples. Suddenly he felt like laughing. If he knew Arnie, chances were he was experiencing a real good hard-on now. Casually he glanced down between Arnie's legs. He grinned as he saw the hard bulge arching up against the material of his pants.

Earl leaned back in the chair. He gazed at Karen and admired the way she looked. She looked saucy, bold and daring. Really, she was the grooviest-looking chick there. None of the men in the room could keep their eyes off her. She was the perfect symbol of her generation-youthful, vibrant, teasingly sexy ... and very, very exciting.

Suddenly Earl placed his hands on the arm rests. He gripped them, pushed himself upward. He decided it was time to go in search of Adele.

He found Adele in the master bedroom. She was just coming out of the small adjoining second bathroom. The main one out in the hall had been occupied for more than the past half hour by a big fat woman who seemed deathly pale and sick. "Oh ... it's you," she said as she started momentarily.

Absently she smoothed down her skirt in an attempt at propriety. It was something women always seemed to do when they just came out of the bathroom. Earl smiled as he noticed the unconscious gesture. "Good, I'm glad I found you," he said. "I have a birthday present for you."

She glanced at him in mild surprise. Presents weren't something you expected from someone like Earl. "Oh ... what is it?" she asked.

Earl grinned at her mischievously. He pointed his finger downward. "My cock," he said. "It's all full and loaded, ready to go."

Swiftly her eyes widened. She looked startled, then slightly perturbed. She glanced quickly around the room, over at the bed. "Don't be silly. We ... we can't. Someone might come in," she said

Earl smiled at her. There was just the faintest trace of apprehension in her voice. Grinning, he watched her cautiously take a step back from him. Obviously with Karen and Arnie in the same house, she didn't want any fooling around. She was afraid of him, afraid that he might really try something ... create an embarrassing situation.

Calmly Earl leaned his weight back against the door. He reached his hand back and flipped the bedroom privacy latch into place with his finger. "See ... absolutely no danger now."

Adele seemed absolutely shocked, almost horrified. "Look, someone's bound to come along. Right now, this is the only usable bathroom in the house. If they find the door to the bedroom locked, then what will they think?"

Earl grabbed her by the wrist. She stumbled as he drew her to him. "Let them think what they want. If they have to pee bad enough, let them pee out the window."

Adele glared at him. There was an exasperated look on her face. She tried to pull away from him. "No ... let me go. It's ... it's much too risky."

Earl laughed softly. He drew her in closer, wrapped his big arms about her, then clutched the firm moons of her buttocks. He liked it when she grew angry. Somehow he enjoyed embarrassing her, making her squirm uncomfortably. "The trouble with you is, you're always uptight. You're always too busy thinking of what's proper."

Sullenly, she looked daggers up at him. An angry defiant look came over her face. She started struggling against him. He held her in a tight, ironclad grip. He brought his face down, pressed his lips against hers, opened them. Quickly she tore her mouth away. She writhed, started struggling against him again. "Damn you ... not now! I ... I don't want ..."

Earl muffled her protest by covering her open mouth with his own. He plunged his tongue into her mouth, sent it surging deep as he held the back of her head firmly with his hand. This time she was unable to rip her mouth away. It wasn't so easy for her to resist. Her lips stiffened woodenly, then trembled and quivered, responded instinctively. Slowly their tongues entwined. She gurgled protestingly, then relaxed and accepted his tongue, melting limply against him.

Sliding his free hand around, Earl slipped it under her short dress. Instantly Adele's body froze and she felt his hand sliding between her warm thighs. Her eyes flew open. She glared at him, started struggling again. "God, you must be crazy!" she said breathlessly. "What if Karen or Arnie should come along? What if someone saw you coming in here?"

Quickly she snapped her hips and flanks back, trying to escape from his hand. "No, I won't let you. My dress will get all creased. Everybody ... everybody will know."

Earl's hand followed stubbornly. His fingers invaded her crotch, slid stealthily under the elastic of her panties, slid into the greasy, unctuous slit Her body tensed, then quivered with pleasure. "Oh, you bastard. You're ... you're absolutely impossible!"

Earl grinned at her triumphantly. He was home now and he knew it. His fingers separated the wet hairs and the moist folds of her cuntal lips. They curved upward to search out her opening and his thumb slithered upward exploring for her clit. Everything was mucid, slick and wet. She gasped slightly, groaned, looked at him in resigned dismay. Her lips parted and her mouth opened as it reached hungrily for his.

He found the hot wet orifice. He dug two fingers into her vagina. She gasped, half in surprise, half in pleasure. She grabbed him, shivered, then clutched him to her. Suddenly she relaxed and started giggling. She opened her legs wider to allow his hand full access to her aroused, wet sodden cunt "Jesus ... I can't believe it I ... I think I'm ready to come."

Her eyes looked slightly surprised. Earl grinned at her again. Finally his thumb found the spongy round nodule of her clitoris. He pressed into it began kneading it

The response from her was almost instantaneous. "Oh, Jesus! Ohhh God!" Helplessly she twitched and quivered. She shuddered. "OH, GOD!" Please ... please don't STOP! Keep it up. Keep doing THAT!" she pleaded. Slowly her eyes dilated. They rolled half upwards as the color rose and rushed into her face. Her hips began bucking up and down. She began a series of short, sharp jabs against his hand, bore down hard on his fingers, ground herself against them. Earl looked down into her helpless agonized face, watched with delight as her lips quivered, twisted savagely, as they curled intense ecstatic delight.

All of a sudden, her mouth tore open. Her eyes looked at him hard and strange, almost as if she was going into a trance. "Ohhhhh! Oh, Christ! I ... I'M COMING!"

Earl felt the oily secretions flowing down around his fingers. He swashed his fingers around as she came, felt her cunt gasping and pumping. Her small inner muscles gripped his fingers, squeezed them like a vise. Her hand reached down as the spasms ripped through her. She grabbed his cock hard, started squeezing it strongly through the material of his pants. Gritting his teeth, Earl stiffened. He resisted, fought back against the sudden upsurging raging through his loins.

Earl kept right at it. As soon as she relaxed, he placed his thumb against her clitoris, began rubbing again. Swiftly he plunged a third finger up into her sloshy, frothy cunt. She gasped, looked at him with startled eyes. He pushed his fingers deep up into her, pressed his thumb hard into her clit, then held her there like that, just like a bowling ball. She groaned, started rolling her wet crotch on his fingers and thumb. Again her mouth tensed. Her lips drew back almost as if in a snarl. "Oh, God! What are you doing to me. I'm ... I'm coming again! OH, CHRIST!" she yowled.

Finally she was all through. Her belly was fluttering, almost gasping. She was shaking and trembling from head to foot Sighing deeply, she collapsed against him. Earl held her head gently, allowed her to lean against him. Then he brushed back the curled strands of hair from her face.

Smiling contentedly, she looked up at him. Her eyes were moist and shiny. "Now, what are we going to do about you?"

Earl looked at her wryly. "I'll look over your guest list ... pick one of the women out."

Her eyes twinkled merrily, jealously. She laughed. "Like hell you will!" Quickly she slid the zipper to his pants down. She reached inside, grabbed his cock and withdrew it "If anyone's going to satisfy you, it'll be me."

Slowly her fingers played up and down the full length of his cock. Earl groaned as he felt their smooth feminine teasing. God, his cock was all primed and ready to go. It was practically bursting, pulsating like all mad. "Christ, watch out! If you keep doing that you'll get it all over your dress."

Adele sank to her knees on the thick carpet. She smiled to herself as she remembered the very first time she had done this ... right in this very same room. She held his big cock upward and gazed at the huge dome. His swollen glands looked just like a ripe oversized plum. It was all purple and shiny. At the top, the big, oval, dark slot pursed, gasped open widely, exuded a thick trickle of fluid. God, what a magnificent cock. She shivered. Every time she saw it, it sent chills of delight through her. She gazed at the fluid leaving his cock, running down the sides of the lopsided smooth glands. Using her thumb, she smeared it all over the thin membrane tissue teasingly, making it all slippery and wet.

Earl groaned torturously. She smiled with delight did it again. He moaned at the smooth, tantalizing sensation. His thigh muscles stiffened and tensed.

Parting her lips, she snaked out her tongue. She held his big cock completely straight up in the air, then started licking the thick broad underside. Again Earl groaned. She licked it again, traveled her velvety tongue up to the big dome-shaped head, lapped it slickly.

Deciding to waste no time, she opened her mouth. In a way, she was glad she had a generous one. She placed the giant-sized dome into her mouth. Her lips clasped it, stretched out over it elastically, tautened, then slipped over the bulging round rim. Good, the entire fat plumhead was in her mouth. Slowly she siphoned inward. Her cheeks hollowed as her lips reached and slid further up along his thick round barrel.

Looking down, Earl smiled with satisfaction. He liked the way she took his cock into her mouth. It almost looked professional. He shook his head concentrated on the sleek, smooth, moist sensations taking place along his cock. It was amazing how instinctive women could be about cocksucking. In a way, it was almost like an inborn talent, something innate. They took to it quickly, easily, then they learned to love it.

Her lips slid claspingly up and down his round cock. Earl stood motionless with his cock planted and watched her mouth work. Her mouth felt soft and wet. It felt deliciously smooth and warm. He looked down at his round shaft, watched it move in and out of her tightly stretched oval mouth. God, what a fantastic, exciting sight. The entire round shaft of his cock was glistening. It was wet from the juices of her mouth. Slowly he thrilled to the sight of his own big fat cock sliding in and out of her mouth. God, it was incredible. There was absolutely nothing as thrilling as watching and having your cock sucked off by a girl or a woman.

He felt the smooth slipperiness of her cheeks, the luscious feel of her sliding clasping lips. A tension and an expansion took place in his balls. His groin began tautening. He stiffened in readiness to spill his come down into her gullet.

Suddenly they were interrupted by the loud rattling of the door knob. "Hey, why is this door locked? What's going on?"

The voice from the other side of the door belonged to Karen. Instantly Adele froze. His cock slurped out from her mouth. "Jesus ... what do we do now?"

Earl groaned as his cock slipped out of her mouth, springing buoyantly into the air. He looked down, placed his finger cautioningly to his lips, then listened carefully as the doorknob twisted and rattled. "Hey, who's in there? What are you up to, anyhow?" persisted Karen's voice.

Adele motioned frantically toward the window. "Quick, boost yourself out through there. I'll ... I'll stall her for as long as I can."

Her voice was breathless, filled with panic. Earl looked at her, nodded his head in agreement. He looked down at his big, hard, swaying cock. Christ, what a shame. It was a deep red and all shiny. Quickly he stuffed it back into his pants and started for the window. "Tell her you felt sick ... that you came in here to rest ... Make up a story. Tell her anything.

She nodded her head, gulped. Her face was deathly white.

Earl stumbled across the room. He raised the sash of the window. Before leaning his body outside, he took one last look back at Adele. She was shivering and pale. She looked scared sick. Oh Christ, I hope she doesn't faint, he thought.

Adele trembled as she watched him clamber over the sill. As soon as his body disappeared, she raised her head and tried to get control of herself. Finally, after a few moments, she jutted her chin forward and turned to open the door.

"Oh ... I'm sorry. I didn't know it was you in there!" Somehow Karen looked genuinely surprised. Her eyes slitted searchingly over Adele's shoulder, glancing and darting around the room.

Pretending to stifle a yawn, Adele gazed at her innocently. She rubbed her eyes. "Oh, don't be silly ... there's no need to apologize. I ... I simply didn't feel good ... so I came in here to lie down on the bed for a while." Slowly she stretched her arms, pretended to yawn again. "I ... I guess I locked the door out of habit. I forgot all about that woman in the main bathroom ... that somebody might have to use this john."

Karen eyed her suspiciously. She smiled wanly. She was certain that she had seen Earl entering the bedroom and it was only about ten minutes ago. In fact, it was the reason why she had come to the room ... to check up on him, to see if he wasn't keeping a tryst, fooling around with somebody.

Slowly her eyes narrowed to thin slits. She stared at Adele beadily. "Well, I certainly hope that you're feeling better now."

Adele's face flushed. Karen's voice was dripping with ice. She glanced at Karen guiltily, studied the deadly serious expression in her face. "Oh, I'll be all right. It ... it was only a headache."

Karen smiled wryly. Slowly she turned on her heel and walked away.

TEN

Earl slipped quietly back into the house through the side door. His prick was still hard. It was hard as a brick. He felt it straining powerfully up against the material of his pants. It was all turgid, throbbing as if ready to burst. God damn it! Why did Karen have to come along just then. He was just on the verge of making it. Just a few more seconds and he would have emptied himself. By now he would be all right He would have gotten rid of all that pressure and tension by shooting his load of hot thick cream into Adele's softly working, cooperative mouth.

Standing at the doorway, he paused before going further. He could feel the heavy surging in his prick. It was all congested, full. Dully he felt the sharp ache as it throbbed. It began twitching, jerking spasmodically for release. God, that'll never go down, he thought. Suddenly he thought of all the people at the party. He grinned, wondering if he should go to the bathroom and jerk himself off. No, he wouldn't do it. He hated the idea of bringing himself off that way. Besides-what the hell-let them look and see. Maybe it would be fun to watch the surprised look on their faces. He thought of all the men's wives. Boy, would some of them be shocked. Then he felt like laughing. Christ, I'll bet some of them will get a real charge out of it, he thought. He grinned, thinking about it, imagining himself standing before one of the men's wives, talking with her and watching her squirm uneasily as her eyes kept flitting against her will down to his hard, ready cock.

The party had moved to the outside pool and patio area. Colored paper lanterns hung down from the exposed beams, casting various hues into everyone's face. "Oh, there you are," said a voice. The voice belonged to Arnie. "Come over here, Earl I have someone for you to meet."

Earl stumbled over to where Arnie was standing. What the hell. Might as well be sociable. He could always find Adele later, get his cock relieved. If not, there would be Karen ... afterwards ... when they got home.

Casually he looked over the couple standing with drinks in their hand next to Arnie. They were brand new arrivals, he hadn't seen either of them before. The man was tall. He looked about thirty. His wife looked a couple of years younger. "Aha, I see you've managed to recruit two new specimens. Let's hope they liven up this dull affair," said Earl with a touch of sarcasm.

Arnie looked at him resentfully. "Earl, this is Gail and Chester Whitney. They're a husband and wife team ... from Frisco. They're in the producing end of the business." Everyone nodded their heads. Earl shook hands with the man. He looked the wife over. She was very attractive. She looked sophisticated in a cool detached sort of a way. Also she looked pretty damn sexy.

The man's wife looked directly at Earl. Her eyes narrowed as she inspected and appraised him. "So this is Earl Higgins, glad to meet you," said her husband.

Chester Whitney's wife remained silent. She was dressed in a very short cocktail dress. She had a good waist and Earl could see that she also had very good legs. Her thighs looked strong and firm. Her calves looked slender and graceful. At the front, her dress was cut very low in order to expose her creamy, rounded breasts. Her breasts looked exceptionally good. Earl gazed down into the open cleavage, stared at their white lush, smooth fullness. She smiled faintly as she noticed his gaze.

"Gail and Chet are Rock festival promoters," said Arnie. "Right now, they're packaging up one of those open-air things ... something like Woodstock."

"Yes, right now, we're setting one up for Fort Lauderdale, down in Florida ... for the Easter week when all the kids will be there."

Chester Whitney's wife didn't say anything. Instead she kept gazing at Earl coolly. Slowly her eyes drifted down the front of his pants. They widened as they took in the big stiff, arching bulge. Her eyes moved back up, looked at him half humorously, knowingly. Earl started squirming. His face colored slightly. Hell, he thought, it would be fun, but he hadn't counted on anyone like her.

Somehow Earl felt clumsy and awkward. It was almost as if he was standing before her naked. Her eyes kept looking straight into his. They shined with mirth. Slowly and very deliberately, she winked at him. It was a very sly, calculated wink, something strictly between him and her, a very sexy, provocative, knowing sort of wink. Without realizing it, Earl gulped. He kept his eyes glued on her as she lifted her drink, sipped at it casually, continued smiling faintly.

"We figure if we hold it Easter week, we'll catch every college kid that comes down there for vacation," said her husband.

Earl hardly heard him. He kept staring at Chester Whitney's wife. Somehow he felt intrigued by her. There was something very compelling about her. She looked more than just sophisticated. She exuded a very worldly, confident air. Her eyes were glacial and cool. She looked experienced, sure of herself, wise in the ways of men; also she looked as if she knew precisely, exactly what to do with the knowledge which she had accumulated.

The look was devastating. It was devilish and alluring, both at the same time.

Chester Whitney observed Earl's stare. He glanced at his wife, then smiled. "You know, my wife and I have been wanting to meet you for quite some time. From what Arnie here tells us, you're really starting to climb way up in popularity now."

Earl snapped his eyes over to the man's face. He paused before saying anything, studying him carefully. He wasn't such a bad-looking guy, but he certainly didn't look like the type that would be married to a woman like her. "According to the popularity charts, I'm doing pretty good. Moneywise, who the hell knows ..."

Gail Whitney laughed. It was a very feminine, rippling sort of laugh. "When it comes to the money end, who the heck cares," she said. "It's the fun and excitement in life that counts."

Earl darted a look back in her direction. Her eyes stared back at him soberly, speculatively. They were still beaming, sparkling quietly. "Yeah ... well, I guess you're right. When you come right down to it, what good is money if there's no fun."

Her eyes lit up mischievously. She sipped from her glass, looked at him demurely from under long curving lashes. "I assume that when you say fun ... you're talking about women and sex," she said, smiling coyly.

Arnie choked. He sloshed his drink clumsily, spilt some of the liquid down onto his shirt. Earl stared at her. She was deliberately putting him on ... teasing him now. Her eyes returned to the stiff bulge at the front of his pants. She looked up and grinned at him. Calmly Earl raised his glass. "What other fun is there?" he said, deciding to brazen it out

Chester Whitney noticed his wife's downward drifting gaze. He looked down, stared. Slowly his eyes glazed for an instant then resumed their normal look. "Isn't it funny how the same subject always seems to come up? ... Especially at parties!" Suddenly he wrapped his arm about Arnie's shoulder. "Say, talking about sex ... how's about meeting that charming wife of yours? From what I've been told, she's supposed to be a real hot, sexy number."

As soon as they were alone, Gail Whitney smiled at him. "You know, that's quite some hard-on you've got in your pants. Whoever the girl is, she must be pretty good."

Earl's mouth almost dropped open. Boy, was she cool! She had just come right out with it without even batting an eyelash. Again she smiled. She looked down at the big straining bulge. "Boy, you look as if you're ready to burst in your pants. I'll bet you're simply dying for relief?"

Earl kept staring at her. Though he had met some bold women, he had never met anyone like her. "Yeah, she really got to me all right. The only trouble is, we were interrupted. She couldn't finish."

Her eyes lit up, sparkled with amusement as she realized what he was hinting at. "Oh, you poor boy," she said, looking at him with an exaggerated pretense of pity. "Gosh, what an awful thing. Imagine! ... having your cock sucked off ... and then not being able to shoot your load."

Earl arched his brow. Boy, she was really brazen. Somehow he liked it. He enjoyed women who could be forthright and uninhibited. It was sexy, stimulating as all hell. His prick twitched, jerked at the outrageousness of her words. "Yeah, it was a downright tragedy," he said, smiling back at her. "I was all set and ready to come ... then someone knocked on the door."

Gail Whitney shook her head sadly. She seemed highly amused. She smiled sympathetically, then looked into his eyes very seriously. She reached out and stroked the big bulge with her fingers. "God, you're hard as a rock." Her hand grabbed his cock. She squeezed it. Her eyes smiled as she felt its huge size. Then she looked at him saucily, leaned her mouth over closer to his ear. "Come, let's go outside. Maybe I can take care of that for you ..."

Earl gave her a startled look. She smiled, grabbed his hand, then started leading him. "Come ... " she said, winking at him.

Earl felt absolutely dumbfounded. He followed her meekly as she led him out to the big garden behind Arnie's house. Christ, he could hardly believe it. He had just met the woman. Boy and he thought he was sexually liberated.

When they got out into the darkness, she looked around. Arnie had a pretty good hunk of ground. He had practically rented an estate. She spied a particular tree about fifty feet away from the house. Next to it there was an arbor made of wooden lattice work, with vines growing wildly all over it. The tree was very big and stout and the vines were so thick one could hardly see through them. "Quick, let's go over there. No one will be able to see us from the house."

Earl felt a little funny when they reached the tree. Usually he was the one doing the leading, not the woman. She turned, smiled at him, then pushed him back up against the rough bark. "Good ... now let's see what I can do for that aching cock of yours."

Deftly her fingers undid his zipper. She reached inside and pulled his hard, straining cock out. It sprung out into the darkness, long and thick. She bounced it with her finger. "Hey, there. Behave yourself."

Smiling, she curled her long fingers around his cock. Her fingers felt smooth and cool. Earl groaned. He leaned up against the tree, surrendered himself to the soothing caresses of her hands and fingers. Slowly her thumb circled his glands. He jumped. "Boy, you're all wet. It kind of gets to you when it's like that, doesn't it?"

Coyly she smiled at him. She began chafing his cock. Within seconds his cock began lubricating, exuding its pre coital fluid. Soon it was leaking, dribbling in the open palm of her hand. Grinning at him, she began sliding his whole cock back and forth through its own wet, syrupy juices.

Earl began writhing and twisting. His cock strained, bulged like granite. "Oh, Christ ... but does that feel good!"

She smiled and watched him closely as he twisted and squirmed, groaning with delight. "Boy, I'll bet you haven't had this done to you since you were a kid."

Earl's knees sagged slightly. "Yes ... but we had a name for girls who got their kicks out of doing this."

Making a mouse face at him, she squeezed his cock hard, dug her fingernail into it.

"Ouch! Hey, don't get playful ... that hurts!"

Gail Whitney resumed moving her hand up and down on his wet, hard, palpitating cock. Her hand moved slowly, softly and caressingly, like a well-greased glove. Instantly the smooth tantalizing sensation began to get to him. His cock lurched and bounced in her hand. Laughing, she ran her thumb over the wet, highly sensitized bulge of his glands again, made more liquid juice exude from his cock.

"I'll have you know that you're completely at my mercy now," she said. Her hand squished as more liquid oozed out. She grinned and looked down at his prick. "God, you're leaking like a faucet. It's running right out of you like liquid syrup."

Earl squirmed helplessly. There was just a tinge of malice in her voice, something faintly teasing. He began realizing how much she was enjoying doing this to him. He rolled his head back, leaned it against the tree, wondering whether she intended to finish him off or not.

Gail Whitney's eyes narrowed. She began moving her hand faster and faster up and down on his turgid, hard, straining cock. She watched his face carefully as she continued working him up. Helplessly Earl groaned. He closed his eyes. He concentrated on the slick delicious sensations taking place along his sensitive tool. Tor Christ's sake! Stop teasing! FINISH ME Off!" he pleaded

Gail Whitney smiled. She shook her head. Instead she gripped his prick harder, began masturbating more briskly, more rhythmically. Whenever he squirmed, her eyes lit up with glee. "Christ, how easy all you men are. When a girl gets you like this, you're as helpless as a baby."

Earl groaned long and hard. He didn't know how much longer he could take this. He began hearing the moist slurping sounds of her hand as it moved. Slowly the tension started swelling in his loins. He began breathing in short gasps. His hard prick jerked, began throbbing hard in her hand. Her eyes glinted merrily, sadistically. Teasingly she slid her smooth, closed hand up and down the entire round barrel of his wet, gleaming cock just a little faster. Tightening her grip, she slid her coiled hand down, then pulled the tautly stretched skin back until the burgeoning head of his cock looked as if it would burst

Suddenly Earl just couldn't take it anymore. Swiftly a white creamy blob leaped from the open, pouting hole at the end of his cock. Smiling, she watched it spurt and arch, then she squeezed his cock hard. Moving quickly, she sank to her knees, slipped the bursting plumhead into her mouth.

Earl stood there completely transfixed. "Oh, God!" he yelled as his cock pumped and spurted, gushed his thick warm juice right down into her throat 

ELEVEN

Gail Whitney stood up. She grinned at him. Her face was shining, beaming with delight. "Quick, let's go find my husband. Let's leave this boring party ... go somewhere else."

Earl collapsed limply against the tree. His prick was still oozing. She looked down at it, held it in her hand and felt its full flabby thickness. "Boy, am I glad you have a big one. I hope you're virile, because I sure have some plans for that thing of yours tonight. I'm going to make it shoot like crazy all night long. How many are you good for?"

Earl stared at her in stunned disbelief. He couldn't help wondering if she was for real or not. "If the pacing is right, I'm good for five ... possibly six."

He swallowed and relaxed, sighing as the relief passed through him. He wondered what the hell she had in mind. What was she going to do about her husband. She smiled up coyly at him. "Good. I hate guys who can only come once or twice."

"Yeah, but it'll sure have to be spread out ... at least three or four hours."

She looked at him demurely. "Don't worry ... it will be. We'll work right up until dawn. Besides I have a whole bag of cute, delightful tricks ... nice, delicious things which will help things along ... keep you going."

Again Earl stared at her. He felt speechless.

"Come," she said, grabbing his hand. "Tonight is a night for fun and pleasure. I'm going to make you experience things you never felt before."

***

As soon as they got into the car, she started up on him again. Reaching down into his lap, she slid the zipper down on his pants and then withdrew his big flabby cock.

Moaning softly, Earl slumped back in the seat. God, the woman was absolutely crazy. How did she think she could get away with something like this? Her husband was sitting up in the front seat right in front of them.

Earl's penis was still damp and wet from the secretions of her mouth. She toyed with it, flopped it back and forth. "Don't worry about Chet," she said whisperingly. "He's nearsighted. When he's driving, he almost never turns around ... especially in traffic."

Earl grinned weakly. He felt his cock twitch and lurch as her hand played with it. Affectionately, she started squeezing it. Christ, what a woman. He had never met anyone like her. Boy, what nerve she had- brazening it out like this, working a guy up and playing with his cock right behind her husband's back while he was driving.

Chester Whitney kept his eyes glued on the windshield. "Gosh, I'm glad Gail was able to persuade you into leaving and going somewheres for a drink and some conversation. Truthfully, I'm not one much for parties. Instead I prefer quiet get-togethers."

Earl's body jerked involuntarily as Gail Whitney slipped her hand further inside his pants. Boldly she hefted his big balls, took them out and placed them atop his lap. "Listen, cut that out," he whispered hoarsely. "You're crazy!"

Gail Whitney laughed. It was the full, rich laughter of a full-blooded woman. "Don't be ridiculous, darling ... how could I let him get away," she said to her husband up front "He's a rock star and we're in the same business."

Chester Whitney laughed with her. "Don't talk like that. He'll think you mean it. Now the question is ... where shall we go ... a club, a lounge ... or what?"

She turned her head, stuck her tongue out at Earl. Earl sighed as she looked down at his big flabby cock and the two big egg-shaped balls lying limply on top of his pants. She grinned, looking at him sadistically. "Let's go up to the hotel suite. We can all sit around and relax ... just enjoy ourselves talking."

"Good idea. I hate bars and cocktail lounges," said her husband. "We'll make it our own private party."

Chester Whitney applied more pressure to the gas pedal. Earl felt the car pick up speed. Christ, what the hell did she have in mind? Did she intend to send him out for a newspaper or something? Surely he wasn't that much of a dope.

***

When they got to the apartment suite, Chester Whitney discarded his jacket and tie. "Listen, make him a drink or something," he said to his wife. "I want to take a shower, so just entertain Earl for a while until I'm through."

Startled, Earl glanced at him. Christ, how cooperative could a guy get. What incredible luck! His cock was straining again, tingling like crazy from the merciless chafing and teasing she had performed upon it in the car.

Chet turned and smiled at him. "I hope you don't mind. That damn party got me all sweated up. Really he should have put on the air-conditioner. I ... I just won't feel comfortable again until I shower."

Earl didn't know what to say. "N-no ... no. Go right ahead. Well put on a record or something ... take care of ourselves while you're gone."

As soon as he disappeared into the hallway and bathroom, Earl turned towards her. "Hey, that's real cool. For a while, I thought you were going to send him out for a paper or something."

She smiled at him conspiritory-like. "Yes, sometimes my husband can be most cooperative."

She smiled slightly, as if enjoying some secret joke. She walked over to a small bar and readied down for a bottle to pour drinks. As she bent over, both of her breasts spilled forward practically out of her dress. Earl smiled as he looked straight down at them. "I hope he takes real long showers."

She smiled, noticing him looking at her full breasts. Slowly she erected herself. She popped off a cork, sloshed out two drinks. "Don't worry ... it simply takes him ages."

Gracefully she tipped off the metal top from an ice bucket on top of the bar. She reached down into it, clinked two cubes into each glass. Handing him one glass, she came out from behind the bar, then stood before him. "I guess you're all worked up ... ready to go again."

She was looking at him very coyly again. Earl beamed at her. "After that business in the car, what do you think?"

Her hand reached down. She gripped his hard cock and squeezed it She took a long slurp from her glass. Meantime the free hand fumbled around in his crotch, slid down the zipper.

Earl's cock stood out like a hard rubber club. Already it was throbbing like an engine. Suddenly he felt irritated as he felt her fingers curling around his cock. He would be damned if he would go for that routine again. She was nothing but a cockteasing bitch. "Look, I've had enough of that shit. Either you mean business or you don't"

She looked up at him as if surprised. "Okay, lover boy, I'm all yours. Do whatever you want to do."

She walked over to the couch slowly, placed her drink down. Then she sat down and looked at him seductively.

Earl kept looking at her breasts. They were heaving like soft melons, pliant and smooth. Crossing the room, he sat down beside her. She watched him carefully, waiting. He raised his hand, gripped the low-cut V to her dress, then pulled it down. Softly both of her lush breasts plopped out. Earl gazed at them as they quivered before his eyes. They were everything he thought they would be-ripe, creamy-smooth, luscious. Watching him, she didn't say anything.

Quickly Earl leaned his head forward. He buried his face in the ripeness of her breasts. She arched her back and sighed, clasped the back of his head, pressed his nose and face into the soft resilient flesh.

Her nipples were turgid, swollen with excitement He took one into his mouth, twirled it wetly. She reached down, lifted each mound, presented each one of them to him. He moved his mouth and lips from one to the other, sucked at them, kneaded at them, nipped them gently with his teeth. Soon she was squirming and twisting. Teasingly he pushed one nipple back deep into the soft meaty flesh of her breast with his tongue. He withdrew his tongue, watched it spring back. Using the broad side of his tongue, he licked upward in a sliding arch along the entire underside of her curving breast

She shivered. "OOoooh! That's real nice," she squealed. "Gosh, you really know what a girl likes, don't you."

The corners of Earl's mouth turned up. "Yes ... and I know lots of other nice things, too."

He slipped his hand between her soft damp thighs. For a change, he was going to give her a taste of her own medicine. Within seconds, his hand was beneath her silken panties. She sucked her stomach in, tensed herself as his hand spread out over her smooth belly. Slowly his fingers moved down. She started spreading her legs widely, invitingly.

His fingers found the rubbery pea of her clit He rubbed it. She moaned. He affixed his thumb, rolled it, slid the rest of his fingers into the moist hot slithery crevice, stuck his fingers into her, then started masturbating her with deep plunging strokes.

Her pelvis was jerking spasmodically, her belly fluttering. She gasped, breathing in short bursts. Smiling, Earl withdrew his fingers and smelled the pungent wetness of her cunt. He rolled her panties down, gazed at her furry crotch, rolled them the rest of the way down her hips and thighs, snaked them off her legs.

He sat down between her legs, gazed right up at her cunt. He reached up and opened the lips, then he leaned forward and ran his tongue up and down the gleaming pink slit. The muscles of her thighs tensed. Her hands reached to his head. He pushed his tongue deep into the wet aperture, tasted her emit Using his fingers, he parted the spongy lips, held them apart, then used his tongue like a spatula against the moist delicate flesh.

Her fingers dug into his scalp as her hips began twisting and churning. "Oh, God ... keep eating my snatch. I just love that!" His tongue flicked and darted at her clit. She moaned and groaned, began twisting her torso more furiously. Finally her buttocks tightened. She groaned as she soared into a deep prolonged orgasm.

Slowly Earl pulled his wet face and chin away from between her soft thighs. She smiled, looked down at him. "Jesus, that was pretty good."

She was still experiencing spasms, small fluttering ones. Earl wasn't through with her. Within a second, he had her lying flat spread-eagled. He leaned over, fitted himself to her. Her thighs were parted pretty widely and he slid into her cleanly. Her eyes bulged as she felt his enormous hardness enter her and her lips tautened.

Earl was planted deeply in her body. She arched so he could get even deeper into her. Earl jerked his hips back and forth, slithering in and out of her hard and savagely. She groaned. She began twisting, bucking back at him. He felt the head of his cock hit bottom again and again. He worked her with quick, short jabs, felt the hard column of his cock rolling the nubbin of her clit. Slowly the surging sensation rose in his groin. He gritted his teeth, held back.

All of a sudden, the figure of her husband sprung out from the dark hallway. "Okay, doll, he should be just about ready. Now let me finish him."

Snapping her hips back, she dislodged his hard prick from her cunt. She pushed up at him hard with her hands, squirmed out from under him. Gasping, Earl looked at her in stunned disbelief. Then he looked over at her husband.

Gail Whitney's husband was stark naked. His eyes were glued on Earl's hard cock, still gleaming with the juices from his wife's cunt. Swiftly he sprang forward, grabbed Earl's big glistening cock as it bobbed and swayed. Gail Whitney stood up, got out of his way as he pushed Earl back, then fastened his mouth on the exploding, spurting brawny prick.

***

Karen looked around the room. Practically everyone had left, but she still couldn't find Earl. Inside she began feeling irritated. Obviously he had taken off again ... probably with that sexy little number she had seen him talking with before. Once again, he had just abandoned her, left her in the lurch.

Smoldering she looked over at Adele. She took another swallow from her drink as she studied the perturbed look on her face. Adele seemed to have noticed that Earl was gone too. Good for her. Now he was two-timing her. The irony of it satisfied her immensely.

She began to feel the dizzying effects in her brain. She reached over to place the drink down, then changed her mind. No, she might as well get herself smashing drunk. Now with Adele in the picture, she was going to need it. This wasn't at all like his usual tomfooling around. This time it was much closer and the fact that it involved Adele meant that there was much to be thought about.

Suddenly she felt like stamping her foot. Christ, with Earl gone, how was she going to get home? She didn't even have the keys to the convertible. Her eyes flitted about the room; then she spotted Arnie handshaking a couple by the door as they departed. Oh well, she would just have to ask Arnie to take her home. She smiled, took another swallow from her glass. Yes, it was a good idea. An excellent one. This way she could get together with him, break the news to him and tell him all about what she had discovered.

Then maybe, between the two of them, they could find an answer to the dilemma.

TWELVE

Arnie kept pacing the floor. His hands were locked behind his back. "Listen, are you sure! ... I mean, did you actually see them ... catch them at something?"

Karen realized that Arnie was beginning to believe her. Instead of just dropping her off, he had accompanied her up to her apartment to discuss it further. His face looked serious, very troubled. "No, I didn't actually catch them doing anything," she said, " ... but I saw Earl go into the master bedroom. At first, I just thought he went in there to pee in the other bathroom, but when he didn't come out, I got curious. Later, when I tried the door, found it locked and made a fuss, Adele opened it ... and she was all alone. Also, there was a funny look on her face. Just as if she had been caught doing something wrong."

Arnie's eyes lit up hopefully. It was only a thread, but at least it was something. "Maybe he was in the bathroom, after all. Perhaps she was just waiting for him."

Karen took another drink of vodka from her glass. She looked up at him and sighed. "Arnie, I checked the bathroom. There was no one in it. Besides why should they lock the door?"

Karen rearranged herself on the divan. From the way she was sitting, she was revealing too much crotch. Flickering, Arnie's eyes followed with interest "Listen, that doesn't mean a thing. Maybe ... maybe you were just mistaken about seeing Earl go in, to begin with."

Arnie was grabbing at straws now. Karen shook her head. "No, I know what I saw. I didn't know that Adele was in there ... but I certainly did see Earl go in."

Gloomily Arnie plumped himself down on the divan. He sighed wearily as he sat beside her, shook his head sadly. "Gosh ... I-I can hardly believe it I just can't imagine such a thing happening. My ... my own wife-with Earl, yet!"

Karen could see how visibly shaken he was. A pang of regret stirred. Maybe she shouldn't have told him. He looked completely lost forlorn, almost as if someone had just yanked the whole world out from under his feet. Instinctively she reached out and patted his arm. "Don't worry about it. We'll figure something out."

His face sagged limply. He shuddered, hung his head forward, then wrung his hands. "No, there's nothing to figure. There's nothing we can do. It's ... it's all hopeless."

Karen looked at him sharply. "What do you mean?"

Slowly moisture filled his eyes. He looked at her with a painful expression, a look which made her feel that perhaps he had always expected something like this to happen someday. "If Adele took up with someone else, it's because the marriage is no good. It's ... it's my fault. I ... It's because I can't hold her ... give her what she wants."

Karen felt a bit irritated with him. He was taking it all much too personally. "Bosh, if Adele took up with someone, it was because she had an itch ... a yen. As far as Earl is concerned, he's an alleycat ... he'll go after anything that passes under his nose."

Gradually the moisture increased in Arnie's eyes. He looked almost on the verge of tears. His lips trembled, quivered. "No ... you don't understand. I'm twelve years older than Adele. If it happened, it's because of what I've become ... because of what I look like today." He paused, looked down at his paunchy stomach, winced. "Just look at me. I'm all soft and fat, flabby. When I married her, at least there was something to look at, something to admire as a man." Sadly his eyes lifted upward. He gazed at the reflection of himself in the large mirror on the opposite wall. "Let's face it, even when I was younger, I didn't have that much to offer. Now that I look like this, what does a man like me have to offer a woman ... physically, I mean."

Karen saw the dismal, hopeless expression in his face. "Stop blaming yourself. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the way you look."

Again Karen felt irritated. Also she felt kind of funny. Despite what she had just said, she realized it was true. As far as looks were concerned, Arnie certainly was no prize package. In fact, he probably had the least appeal of any man she had met. Suddenly she felt sorry for him, concerned. A note of maternal feeling stirred in her. Without realizing it, she reached out and stroked his hair. "Don't put yourself down. There's a hell of a lot more man in you than you think. In fact, you even have a certain amount of sex appeal."

The expression in Arnie's eyes changed. Quickly he noted her hand stroking his hair. She withdrew it. He looked at her with a surprised, half-hopeful look, as if he really wanted to believe what she had just said. "Gosh ... do you really mean that?"

Somehow Karen couldn't help herself. Whether it was because of all the liquor or because of her own feelings of hurt and rejection, she didn't know ... but for some reason she truthfully felt very sorry for Arnie. "Of course, I mean it," she said. Again her hand moved out. She wanted to restore his self-image, bolster his confidence. She patted his cheek, stroked his arm affectionately. "Look, I'm a woman myself. Certainly I should know," she said, trying her best to smile.

Blinking his eyes, Arnie studied her features carefully. His eyes looked skeptical but he watched her hand stroking his arm. "Naw, you're just putting me on. You're just saying that to make me feel better."

Karen bit down on her lip. Christ, what the hell was the matter with him? Did she have to seduce him or something? "Don't be ridiculous. I never say things I don't mean," she snapped out at him.

Suddenly the expression on Arnie's face changed altogether. He looked startled, impressed by the imperious tone in her voice. He scrutinized her face closely. Then he became thoughtful. When he looked up at her again, it was with a renewed sort of interest.

A small bell of alarm went off in Karen's head as she noticed the new element in his face. His eyes were staring at her, roving her revealed breasts beneath the sheer see-through blouse, running up her legs and thighs. Hey, nono ... wait just a minute, she thought She wanted to bolster his confidence, but she didn't want to give him any wrong ideas. Quickly she took her hand away from his arm. Looking at him with sober eyes, she tried to maintain a more reserved, detached air between herself and him. She went on with the attempt "Look, Arnie, when it comes to men, it isn't looks that count. It's what's deep inside ... the man's character, his personality ... which counts most for women."

Suddenly she began feeling the effects of the vodka. Christ, that's what she hated about booze. It helped you escape your troubles, but at the same time it fogged up your head. She concentrated, tried to clear the funny feeling from her mind. She started thinking of Arnie and the bad image he had of himself. Poor guy. None of it was his fault. How could he help the way he looked?

She looked over at him speculatively, noticed the funny way he was looking at her-half waiting, almost half expecting. Poor slob. Probably that's what he needed most right now. He needed to get laid. He needed proof, demonstration that he was attractive to women. What he really needed was for a woman to seduce him ... to screw him blind!

Her mind started swimming again. She looked at him closely, then felt like giggling. He looked just like a lost confused child. Again a maternal feeling overwhelmed her. His eyes were literally begging, filled with askance. Somehow it was almost as if she was his last refuge. She felt a note of pity, a certain tenderness toward him. Damn it that's what she hated about booze, too. It not only made you fuzzy, but it made you sentimental as all hell, as well. At least that's what it always did to her. Leaning back, she took another sip from her glass, then regarded him thoughtfully. She wondered if she should take it upon herself to help him further, to give him the real reassurance she felt he needed. Somehow the thought of it appealed to her. It would be almost like playing Florence Nightingale. The thought made her feel like laughing again. Who could imagine Florence Nightingale playing such a role?

Leaning her head back, she thought about it. Could she really let someone like Arnie enter her body with his hot, slimy prick? Let him fuck it ... enjoy its sweet, voluptuous delights? Suddenly she started thinking of Earl and Adele. Really, if she did, it would serve the both of them right It would be sweet revenge. If Adele could screw Earl while she knew he really belonged to her, then maybe she should screw Arnie ... just to get even with her. As far as Earl was concerned maybe it would be a good lesson for him too.

Lazily her mind returned to Arnie. Really he wasn't such a bad guy. Maybe if she did encourage him, it would help him out of his present morass. Maybe if she went to bed with him, it would help him find the courage he needed to cope with the situation which both of them were facing. At least it was a thought Maybe, in a crazy sort of a way, it might even help diem to find a solution to the whole mess.

All of a sudden, she leaned forward and placed her drink down. Boy, the liquor must be really getting to her now. God, her thoughts were leaping and jumping all over the place. They were going absolutely wild. Christ what the hell was the matter with her anyway? How could she possibly even consider such a thing ... let alone try to rationalize it like that. Somehow her brain felt numb and fuzzy. Her mind seemed slightly out of focus. She tried to envision what it would be like-Arnie crouched over her with his fat belly, his thick arms ... clumsily trying to stick his prick into her. On top of everything else, she'd bet anything that he probably had a very small prick. Short, fat men like him usually did. She ruminated on the thought Somehow it seemed almost ridiculous, thoroughly ludicrous.

Karen looked over at Arnie again. She studied his asking eyes, started feeling intrigued again. Boy, how much he would enjoy it She knew that he had always had a yen for her. She had seen it often in his eyes, when he thought she wasn't looking. Christ it would blow him right out of his mind if she ever took him to bed with her, allowed him to fuck her. He'd be absolutely flabbergasted. Suddenly she felt like laughing again. Chances were, he'd be so excited, he'd probably cream all over the place. He'd probably shoot his load before he even got into her.

Cautiously she reached down and picked up the glass again. She drank the rest of the vodka down. Hell, if she was going to go to bed with him, chances were she would probably need it.

***

Arnie was indeed absolutely flabbergasted. In all of his life, he would never have believed it Imagine! Being asked to go to bed by a girl like Karen ... doing it with a girl like her ... Earl's girl!

Karen was all spread out on the bed before him. She was completely nude. Her body was stretched languidly, completely relaxed in all its pristine youthful gloriousness-lush tender skin, satiny thighs, golden arms. Her hands were up behind her head and she was smiling at him. "C'mon. If this doesn't prove it to you, then I don't know what will."

Karen looked ravishingly lovely. He gazed down at her breasts, noticed how fulsome and creamy they looked. They were absolutely luscious. Slowly his mouth watered. He gazed down at her firm, smooth young stomach. The swell of her stomach was like ripe fruit, almost succulent Then he gazed at her soft-haired crotch, her smooth strong legs and thighs. God, he could hardly believe it Earl must be an idiot. Only a complete fool would neglect a girl like her for someone else!

Slowly Karen raised her thighs. She parted them slightly, reached for him and a lump went to his throat. He shuddered, quivered with excitement He felt the lust growing in him. He stared down, saw his erect hard penis standing out straight before him.

Placing his knee on the bed, he crouched over her clumsily. The mattress sagged under his weight. He leaned, almost fell over. God, he was so nervous and excited, he scarcely knew what he was doing.

Smiling at him, Karen splayed her legs wider for him. Swiftly his eyes took in the flash of her pink opening, her gleaming vulva. Gosh, it was just like a blossom opening. The fleshy lips were soft, fluttering petals. He raised his eyes upward, stared at her curving stomach, recognized it as the repository, the place where his prick would soon be imbedded, where it would finally squirt his semen. Gosh, how fascinating it all was. He reflected upon the mysteries of life ... especially those of sex. Soon his prick would be buried deep in her soft, warm, tender young body. It would be nestled there, moving, enjoying the moist slippery inner warmth and smoothness of her lovely body, enjoying its voluptuous friction. Then-when it would go off, it would squirt all of his liquid manhood into her ... into that soft quivering belly of hers ...

Arnie never made it into her body. Spurting, his prick detonated and splattered his sperm all over her thighs, her belly and soft-thatched crotch. "Ohhh, Arnie!" wailed Karen dismally.

THIRTEEN

Earl groaned, real long and hard. It was almost like a bellow. His cock was convulsing like crazy-pumping, bursting, spurting and spilling his come up into the man's mouth. Keeping his lips and mouth fastened about the big hard cock, Chester Whitney held onto it with his closed hand. He gulped and swallowed, sucked, drank in huge quaffs.

Earl surrendered himself completely. He fell back limp against the back of the couch. Christ, what a fantastic sensation! It felt as if the man's mouth was sucking his sperm up right from his very balls! The man's lips were reaching further and further down along the hard roundness of his cock. His mouth was working like a strong suction pump, sucking up the thick warm fluid, slipping and rolling each slippery volley back down into his throat ... down into his stomach.

Finally it was all over. Earl had blown his load. Chester Whitney kept his mouth fastened on his cock. His cock was still dribbling, drooling weakly. He kept right on sucking it, milking and draining him, swallowing every last drop of warm, milky come.

Numbly Earl stared down at the man's head. Christ, he had never seen anything like this in his life. Slowly his brain reeled as he realized the trick which had been played upon him. He looked up in surprise at Chester Whitney's wife. Smiling, she looked back at him and winked. Then she returned her eyes to the front of her husband's throat, watched him swallow desperately, avidly, drink down the last oozing drops.

Finally there just wasn't any more. Sleekly his lips slipped up and off the top of Earl's big spent cock. Immediately Earl felt the cool air rushing in on it. He stared at the man, then looked down at his lolling cock. "Well, I'll be blowed," he said in awe.

Chester Whitney laughed. "You just were, old buddy," he said as he released his cock from his hand.

Suddenly Earl began to put the pieces into place. He realized what the scene was. The guy was a homosexual. His wife was simply the bait "You're a fag, aren't you?"

Again Chester Whitney laughed. "No ... I'm not I'm ac/dc. I get my kicks from both."

Suddenly Earl felt like laughing. He leaned his head back and grinned at the both of them. Smiling, Gail Whitney watched him quietly. From the expression on her face, he knew immediately that there was more to come. "All right. What do we do now?"

Quickly the two of them exchanged glances. Gail Whitney smiled that damned coy smile of hers again; then she reached her hand down for his.

"Come ... now we all go to bed together," she said to Earl. "We go to bed and really have ourselves a ball!"

The three of them were on the bed. Earl had his big cock planted firmly deep inside of Chester Whitney's wife. He was finally getting his chance to fuck her. And this time he knew there would be nothing to interrupt him.

Behind him, Chester Whitney was crouched down on all fours. He was peering up between Earl's hairy thighs, watching the big round glistening shaft move in and out of his wife's open, tightly clasping cunt. His face looked pleased and he smiled with delight each time it disappeared into her and then reappeared, shiny, all wet with thin oily secretions from his wife's cunt.

Earl pushed down into the soft pliant bottom of Gail Whitney's tight inner sheathe. She wasn't very deep inside and he could feel the bottom stretching back up elastically into her belly. She winced and groaned. God, if he ever started pounding at her, she sure would have one hell of a sore womb. As far as her cervix was concerned, she'd be lucky if it didn't end up permanently twisted and imbedded up in her uterus.

Suddenly Earl felt something sleek and incredible gliding along the smooth round underside of his cock. He groaned torturously at the erotic, tantalizing sensation. Then he smiled. Watching had finally got to her husband. Now he was licking the round, gleaming barrel of his cock as it slid smoothly up and withdrew out of his wife's cunt

Deliberately he moved himself very slowly in and out of Gail Whitney's warm, tight clasping cunt. Christ imagine that! A guy tonguing and licking your cock as you were fucking his wife! The sensation was very strange, almost weird, but it was exciting and exceptionally stimulating. He kept moving himself in and out very slowly. He wanted to enjoy every sleek, warm, velvety sensation of the man's wet tongue. Finally he pulled his cock up out of her cunt until only the swollen bludgeon was resting at the entrance of her quim. Slickly the man's tongue circled the bloated head. It snaked forward, inserted itself between the roundness of Earl's cock and the taut rim of his wife's stretched, open hole, pushed past the tight outer rim of her cunt, slid, then curled up and touched the open hole at the end of Earl's cock, wiggled teasingly in the small curvature at the bottom.

Jesus Christ! If it wasn't actually happening, Earl would never have believed that such a thing could be done. He shivered. The eroticism was fantastic! So was the sensation! Suddenly his head swam. He felt the boiling in his balls. Visions of going off like that, shooting his load, assailed him, stirred the lust in his brain. God, what a fantastic mind-blaster that would be! Suddenly he felt his cock swelling. Spasming, it convulsed and began pumping. Earl felt the liquid cream leap forward. Gurgling, the man strained his tongue, stretched it, kept the tip of it curled up directly in front of the exploding wide open hole as Earl's thick warm come erupted and spurted down into the open channel of his wife's inner cunt, the open, wet round tunnel of her hot slithery vagina!

Earl didn't even take his cock out of her cunt. The incident had inflamed him. His cock was still hard. He lifted his loins, pushed her husband's face away. He began humping, pushing, shoving, thrusting, plunging into her hard-wildly, insanely. Quickly her legs flew up, coiled around him up higher along his back. She squealed with delight, grabbed him with her hands and arms, clutched him to her, bucked up at him, twisted and squirmed, shoved her cunt up into his groin hard. Kicking out, she screamed as she erupted into a wild orgasm.

Earl looked down at her. He grinned sadistically. There was a wild gleam in his eye. Somehow he felt absolutely wild. He was so excited, so filled with lust, that he felt he would go out of his mind. He felt like a man possessed, demonized. God, the whole thing was so lustful. It was absolutely fantastic! He wanted to pound her to death. He simply couldn't get enough of her ... enough of her cunt, enough of her body. Swiftly he dived, plunged, tore into her cunt. Again she screamed. He rooted his big cock deep into her. He hammered and rammed at her with all of his might.

Earl fucked her in a frenzy. She bucked, bounced and leaped right along with him. She clutched him to her hard, then, almost fiercely, began twisting and rubbing her moist flesh against his. Her belly rolled and pressed into his. Her thighs tensed like strong clenching vises, squeezed him agonizingly. He slobbered his mouth over her lips, plunged his tongue deep into her throat. She started gibbering. Her teeth gnashed, bit his tongue. Down below, between her thighs, deep in her cunt, her inner muscles clamped him, squeezed him, tortured his cock. Even though everything was wet, her round cunt felt incredibly smooth. Her secretions mixed with his sperm felt oily polished.

Finally her husband appeared over her head. His hand gripped his cock. He leered down at them. She looked up at his cock. Her mouth opened. Slowly he rubbed his closed hand back and forth. Quickly, leaping like thick bullets, blobs of white cream jetting from his cock. Most of them landed in her mouth, the rest landed in her hair and on her face. Swallowing, gulping she slid his warm liquidy gruel down, drank it into her stomach.

Earl couldn't take it anymore. He felt the hard swellings and convulsions taking place in his cock. Bursting, his big prick gushed his hot, steamy come deep into her belly. He groaned, lay there quietly, enjoyed the feeling of his warm semen streaming up into her body. Again he looked up. Her husband was all through. He was shaking the last few drops from his spent prick. He squeezed the swollen, bloated head of his cock with his thumb and fingers, made one or two more drops ooze out, then let them drip down onto her forehead.

***

Earl felt pretty spent. He was still shaking, panting, breathing hard. He sat there on the edge of the bed and watched. They were both lying on their sides. They were holding and clutching each other. Both of their bodies were covered with sweat. Each of them was straining desperately. They were fucking, screwing frantically.

"Oh God! Keep fucking me!" she wailed as she jerked and snaked the lower part of her body back and forth. "Now that he's shot his loads into me, I want yours."

Gail Whitney had one leg bent completely up. It was wrapped around her husband's flank. Below, her other leg was straight out alongside his. Between the dark valley of her thighs, Earl could see her husband's greasy, glistening prick slithering in and out of her juice-slicked cunt The white come from his two recent discharges deep in her cunt was running and dribbling down her husband's hard round, gristled shaft. Chester Whitney looked over at him and grinned. "Boy, there's nothing like fucking a woman after another man has shot his load into her. Everything's all squishy and gooey." He tensed, bucked, pushed and slid his cock up deeper into her. She groaned, squealed with delight, squirmed around on his hard, wet cock.

Chester Whitney grinned at him again. "To tell you the truth, I enjoy fucking in another man's come. I like the feeling of another man's warm sperm around the head of my cock and I like the way it feels along the rest of my prick too. Whenever I'm doing it, the thought of it excites me like all hell. Also I enjoy shooting my load into his ... mixing my own sperm with his load of come lying down there deep inside of a woman's cunt."

Earl shook his head. It was completely bizarre, something you read and heard about, but never expected to see or experience yourself. He felt the hard throbbing in his prick. He looked down. God, he was all hard. He was all turned on again. He shook his head in wonder, rose, walked over to the side of the bed where they were squirming and twisting. Looking over her husband's shoulder, her eyes smiled as she saw his lustful, brawny condition. She pushed her husband back, raised herself and leaned over with her mouth open.

Earl never quite made it. His cock detonated just as he saw her open, inviting mouth. It leaped, sprang into the air wildly, splattered his sperm all over her face, hair and shoulders.

Earl had his cock in her mouth. She was lying under him and he was crouched over her on all fours, with his head over her thighs. Before his eyes, he could see the milky semen running out of her cunt. Her thighs were splayed apart so that he could really get a good look at it. His big thick cock was planted right down to the root in her mouth. It was deep in her throat. Looking under himself, he gazed at the incredible sight. Her lips were stretched thinly in a wide oval fashion. They were stretched so tautly, they looked as if they were ready to burst. Her eyes were wide open, bulging, staring up at his big heavy balls hanging over her nose and forehead. Looking at her smooth throat he could see the full outline of his hard, round cock. At the bottom, down near the hollow, the big round knobhead of his cock looked just like a big baseball bulging the bottom of her throat.

Suddenly Chester Whitney laughed. "Boy, if you go off now, it'll be like a fire hose. You'll shoot your juice right down into her stomach!"

He moved swiftly to the other side of the bed. "Here, work her over to the edge. I'll pump another load into her while you fuck her throat!"

Earl had never felt anything so wonderful. Her throat was like a moist tight clasping sheathe. It was better than a cunt because it was so tight and constricted. Every time her big Adam's apple moved, it rolled along the underside of his cock, teased it excruciatingly. Her nostrils were flaring as she struggled to breath. The whole inner sleeve of her throat was gasping. It kept clenching and working on his cock, as if she was trying to swallow it down. He realized that it wasn't her but nature doing that. If something is lodged in your throat the reflexes made you swallow even if you didn't want to. God, he wished his cock was longer. He wished he could get it down into her stomach!

Chester Whitney's prick slid into his wife's squishy, sperm-filled cunt. He began sliding it in and out of her, slithering in the juices. "Listen, if we time this right, we can both go off together ... at the exact same time. We can shoot our loads into her together, one from each end."

Both of them worked toward the same purpose. She squirmed, wriggled and twisted beneath them, seemingly delighted with the idea. Her mouth and throat worked harder, sucking voraciously on his cock. Suddenly Earl snorted. He raised his head as the strong surging entered the base of his cock. He hesitated, held back, waited until he saw that her husband was ready. Finally both of them were ready, at the same time. Their cocks burst and exploded. Down under them, her body tensed, then went limp as she eagerly accepted both volleys ... one up her cunt, the other down her throat!

***

The next time they did it, Earl couldn't help himself. He had to look down and see. He gazed down under his stomach and watched her throat. All of her neck and throat muscles were tense and corded. Her Adam's apple was bobbing up and down furiously. She was swallowing, gulping like mad, her throat sucking siphoningly. Somewhere deep inside of her round throat, he could feel the open slit of his cock-head gasping and pumping, squirting his liquid sperm. It was squirting right into her open stomach, he was sure of it

Chester Whitney groaned. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" he wailed as his hips and groin bucked, shooting his load deep into his wife's glistening, sweat-covered body.

***

Earl squeezed the two luscious tits. His cock pumped and lurched. Gail Whitney opened her mouth, caught the glob spurting from his prick. She rolled it back into her mouth, then opened wider for the next one. Chester Whitney stood there by her head. His eyes were glazed. He pumped his cock harder, began squirting his own thick globs of white come. She tilted her head carefully, caught his too.

Both cocks were squirting their sperm. The creamy blobs arched out into the air. They landed and plopped into her open mouth. Some of the globs plocked up against the rear of her throat. Both of them watched them run down fluidly. Some of the other globs placked into her pearly teeth, the roof of her mouth, down into the trench along her gums. "See, what did I tell you. Isn't it exciting?" The voice belonged to Chester Whitney.

One thick gob from Earl's cock landed square in her eye, another along the bridge of her nose. She closed the eye, squinted, then opened it and batted her semen-besplattered eyelash just as another squirt from her husbands prick landed against her cheek, another almost in the nostril of her nose.

Soon her mouth was filled with their thick warm ejaculate. Each of them looked down into her open, flooded mouth and throat. "Christ, just look at that," said her husband. "It looks just like a load of thick, white soup."

They both watched her slosh it around in her mouth. Some of it was bubbling and frothing. Soon some of it began to spill down from the corners of her mouth. It trickled, flowed down the sides of her face. Up front, more creamy fluid spilled thickly over her full lower hp. It ran down her chin, trickled down the smooth front of her throat

"Jesus, you better swallow some of that. If you don't you'll soak up the whole bed," said her husband.

She glared up at him, then snapped her mouth shut. Thick streams of white come squished and squeezed out from between her lips. At the comers, it swelled thickly, then ran like milk down her already wet cheeks. Chester Whitney scratched his head. "Obviously a woman's mouth just doesn't hold as much when it's closed," he said wryly.

Gail Whitney's face was a mess. Glistening trails of milky semen trickled and flowed down everywhere. The pungent odor of spent semen assailed Earl's nostrils. He shivered. He had never had an experience like this in his life. It was all like a dream or some sort of fantasy. Still he couldn't help himself. It was all wildly salacious, exciting as all hell. He looked down into her semen-spattered face. Splats and gobs of semen were lying everywhere-on her eyelashes, her nose, even her forehead. At the comer of her eye, a drop of semen hung thickly from the hairs of her eyelash, dripped into the clear liquid of her eye. She blinked, opened it again. Earl stared with fascination at the sight of the milky semen floating around, swimming in the clear fluid of her open eye.

Suddenly he felt his cock surging again. Jesus Christ! As soon as you were through, you were ready for another one. He could hardly believe it. Where was it all coming from?

Gail Whitney's face was slowly turning crimson. She had decided to hold her breath to frustrate her husband. "C'mon, swallow it down," said her husband. "Let's get on to other things."

Gulping very slowly and deliberately, she stared up at him. Then she opened her mouth. Her husband bent down over her open mouth as her Adam's apple moved up and down. He looked down into it and watched everything run down into her throat and stomach. "That's a girl ... swallow it! Drink it all down!"

***

Earl was lying on his back. He was sunk into the mattress, resting. Above and to his side, Gail and Chester Whitney were still going at it. Gail Whitney was crouched over on her hands and knees. Her neck was craning as her head hung low between her shoulders and her hair was sprawled out lazily all over the pillow. Her two breasts were hanging like ripe round watermelons. They were swinging and swaying. Mounted atop her, her husband was giving it to her from the rear. Swiftly his hips snapped as he bucked into her, pumped his round cock in and out of his wife's moist, tightly stretched small anus. She gasped, shuddered, took each lunge and plunge, then groaned ecstatically. Chester Whitney looked down at Earl and grinned. "Personally, this is the only way to fuck her now. Her cunt is too loose and syrupy to get anything out of it anymore."

Earl looked over at her. He could see the wet fluid running down the inside of her thighs. He sighed, gazed at her husband. God, where did he get the stamina! Despite himself, he felt his cock thickening and lengthening. He looked down at himself in astonishment. Christ, no wonder people could perform at an orgy? No matter how many times you went off, you were all ready all over again within a few minutes. Chester Whitney glanced over. He smiled as he saw Earl's cock filling out. "Quick, bring it over here. Stick it into her mouth. That's still good enough to get something out of."

Earl rolled himself over along the bed. His cock ended up standing tall right before her mouth. She opened her lips, took it into her mouth. Behind her, her husband began pushing into her faster and harder, forcing her mouth and throat down along the entire round length of his hard cock. Earl felt his cock slip into the tight, oval opening of her throat again. It moved down deeply into it, then withdrew as her husband pulled her body back with his cock. Suddenly Earl felt the familiar tension again. His cock swelled, strained. It lurched deep in her throat, then belched and started spurting. Gulping and swallowing, she drank his slimy come down avidly.

***

"Jesus, what should we do now?"

Gail Whitney was all spread out on the bed. She was prostrate. She looked weak, limp and exhausted. Lying there on her back, she looked up at both of them. Between her raised, separated thighs, heavy rivulets of liquid white come flowed down from her cunt and asshole. All of her body was covered with semen. It was lying on her belly, on her thighs, even on her arms. Earl looked at her. It was a wild, fantastic picture. If there was a photographer there, he would be going out of his mind trying to capture it all.

Somehow the air smelled of sex. It permeated the walls. The atmosphere was heavy. It felt leaden, saturated with lust and depravity. It was really a wild, way-out scene. Christ, as a pair they were simply unbelievable. They knew how to reach down and get the animal sense out of sex. God, no wonder she was the way she was. To them, sheer animal lust was something to feed on, something to incorporate inside of yourself. Sex wasn't supposed to be tame. It was supposed to be wild, fierce, performed with full abandon. Suddenly his brain began swimming. He realized that all this was true, sizzling sex-the real kind, the only kind. It was wild animalism, bodies filled with lust and desire meeting head on, becoming even more excited by one another, then clashing and trashing, clawing at one another, out to use each other, abuse each other if necessary, in order to satiate their feelings of feverish lust, satisfy the deep ferocious id forces erupting and swelling up from their deep inner being. Most of the things they had done were things other people merely dreamed about or fantasized. They weren't things which they could ever dare find the courage to do ... even though everything deep inside of them wanted to do them.

Finally he shook his head. Now he was becoming philosophical.

Gail Whitney looked at him carefully. It was almost as if she could see the thoughts running through his brain. "Jesus ... this really is fun, isn't it?" she said.

Earl didn't know what to say. He looked at her dumbfounded. Suddenly Chester Whitney raised his head. "Say, I know what we can do next. Let's fuck her together! If you've never done that before, I'm sure you'll get a real charge out of that!"

***

Before starting, Chester Whitney sent his wife to the bathroom to douche herself and get rid of all of the sperm in her cunt. When she returned she noticed how tired Earl looked. "Look, let me get his prick up there first. If the two of you try it at once, he'll never make it," she said to her husband.

Chester Whitney looked over at Earl. Smiling, he nodded his head in agreement.

Earl felt pretty exhausted. His head felt light, almost fuzzy. His hard prick was planted deep in Gail Whitney's tight, round asshole. It was planted deep right up to the root. She was sitting on him with her legs spread apart Between her outstretched thighs, her husband was standing there pumping his cock deeply in and out of her cunt up front. Numbly Earl could feel the man's hard round shaft moving up and down. The hard round bulks of both their cocks were practically touching, separated only by the thin, smooth wall between her anal passage and her vagina. Every time Chester Whitney moved up into his wife's sheathe, Earl could feel his cock gliding along his. In a way, he could almost swear that his own cock could trace every single bulging vein, every fold, every small lump on the other man's hard round cock. He never thought anything could be so erotic, so voluptuous, so exciting. Slowly he began moving his own hard cock up and down deep in her warm, moist anal passage. He grasped her by the hips, began bucking her up and down.

Gail Whitney's lips curled back in an agonized snarl. The pain of it was almost unbearable. It felt as if everything was about to burst inside. "Yeow! Ohhhhh, my God! The two of you are killing me!"

Soon Earl was bucking and leaping frantically. The friction of the two cocks moving and rubbing against each other in each adjacent channel felt sensational ... incredible ... fantastic! Reacting also up in front Chester Whitney began moving faster and faster, too. He waited for Earl's cock to plunge up, then as it withdrew, he snapped himself forward and plunged his cock forcefully up into his wife's tight sheathe still bulging with the hard roundness of Earl's cock back in her anal passage, mashed against the swollen head of Earl's cock, slid over it groaned as he felt the hardness roll down the entire length of his cock, then buried himself deeply into the softness left behind. Then he withdrew it and started snapping back and forth into her furiously.

Gail Whitney screamed and yelled as they did it again and again. "Oh, Christ! Oh, gosh! Jesus! ... but does that HURT!"

Somehow she seemed to be enjoying it though. She winced as both men slowed down. "Keep doing it! Keep doing it!" she wailed. "IT HURTS LIKE ALL HELL ... But ... but I love it!"

Suddenly Earl felt Chester Whitney's cock pause. It was throbbing hard in the other round sheathe. Slowly the pulsations from the man's cock vibrated through the smooth, thin, membrane tissue separating them. The pulsations increased in strength, transmitted themselves through the wall, suffused Earl's cock. Strange erotic chills went up and down his spine as he realized that Chester Whitney was about to come. The man was about to shoot off his load deep in his own wife's cunt ... and his very own cock was going to feel every last bit of it. It was going to feel the tremendous swelling, the lurching, the deep pulsing, the throbbing, pumping, everything! It was even going to feel him spurting and belching his hot liquid sperm into her!

The thought turned out to be entirely too much for him. The sheer reality of it stunned him. It flipped his mind out and triggered his cock. Feeling the sudden boiling in his groin, he pushed his hard cock as deep into her tight asshole as he could ... Then he just tensed and waited.

When they went off, they both went together. Each of their cocks lurched, pumped, swelled against each other, spasmed and exploded, then started squirting, spurting and gushing their hot come straight up into her body through each round, adjacent channel.

Gail Whitney was literally a wreck. Both of their cocks were deep in her, both at the same time. Everything felt stretched. She was bursting. It felt just like two big fat logs stuck deep up into her. She shook, trembled, gasped and groaned. It was like twin fountains going off deep inside her.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhhhh!" she groaned and cried as her teeth chattered, as her body vibrated ... as she came with them, spasming wildly, explosively, ecstatically, unbelievably!

***

After it was over, Earl fell limply back. He wasn't asleep ... he was unconscious, passed out

Gail Whitney raised herself up off of Earl's spent cock. Her husband's cock flopped out of her with a soft plop. The come dribbled down out of her puckered, sore asshole. More of it ran down out of her cunt She was still shaking, trembling. She grabbed her groin and her lower stomach as small orgasms continued gripping her. Then she turned and looked down at Earl's prostrate body.

Slowly her eyes narrowed as she appraised the state of his spent, debilitated cock. It was lying there all flaccid, lying limply on his thigh. It was all red and it looked thoroughly used. Reaching down, she took hold of it with her long slender fingers. She lifted it, looked at it real good, then flipped it limply over. "Well, I guess that's all we're going to get out of him. Judging from the looks of that cock of his, now he's really all used out."

Chester Whitney looked at his wife, then he looked at Earl lying unconscious on the bed. He smiled, then exchanged glances with his wife.

Somehow both of them looked very pleased.

FOURTEEN

Karen didn't want to let Arnie into the apartment She knew he had taken everything all wrong. Now he thought she was in love with him ... had been all along. "No, Arnie, please go away. You're taking what happened all wrong. I ... I was just trying to help you. It was all a mistake. I ... I never should have ..."

Arnie kept his foot in the door. He looked at her pleadingly. "Please, Karen. I've been going crazy ever since it happened. That was over a week ago. Right now, I'm aching. I want you. I need you real bad."

Karen studied his face. His eyes were all moist, desperate looking. She sighed, opened the door and let him in. "All right, Arnie ... but you'll have to understand one thing. I only did what I did for one reason: to show you that a woman can find you appealing. It doesn't mean I want a relationship with you, an affair or anything like that"

Immediately Arnie fumbled in his pants. He withdrew his snakelike cock. "Okay, Karen ... anyway you want it. I'll do whatever you say. I ... I understand perfectly. Maybe I did get things wrong, but Jesus, right now I need you. I need you real bad. Just ... just let me do it to you again."

Karen sighed wearily. She knew it was a mistake. She never should have done it Now she was into it up to her neck. All week he had been calling her, trying to see her. He was acting just like a love-starved puppy. After what happened though, how could she turn him down, send him away?

She groaned in resignation, led him to the bedroom, then flopped herself down on the bed. "Okay, Arnie ... but this is the last time. After this, I don't want you coming around and bothering me anymore."

Arnie grinned as she opened her thighs. He played with his limp prick, studied the exciting sight of her. Slowly it hardened and arched out like a young sapling. Karen looked at it, watched it grow. Contrary to what she had expected, Arnie didn't have a bad-sized prick. It certainly wasn't as big as Earl's, but it was as big as any other man's. "All right Arnie, if you're going to fuck me, let's get down to it. Let's get it over with."

Walking over to the bed, Arnie crouched down over her. Soberly Karen stared at his fat belly, the hairy, soft-padded, fatty meat of his limbs and torso. She opened her thighs wider. Bringing up his prick, he tried to stick it into her. She winced. She was dry and the effort failed. Beaching down, she grabbed his snaky prick, then inserted its head gingerly into the slit. "Easy now. Push it in slow and easy."

Arnie pushed it in real slow. He groaned with delight as he felt it slide into her. Her cunt was very warm, tight. And he liked the grainy feel of the barely moist inner tissue.

Karen lay there motionless. Whenever he moved, she just braced herself. What the hell. Letting him fuck her was one thing ... but she certainly didn't have to be cooperative about it.

Soon nature began betraying her. She grew oily and moist and began moving with him. Arnie smiled as he noticed the increase in smooth slipperiness. He pushed; his prick slithered deeper into her, then slid slowly back out. He grinned down at her. "Say, you're starting to get wet I guess you're beginning to enjoy it now."

Karen pouted as she looked up at him. It was true, but she felt uneasy about it ashamed. Also she hated the idea that he had noticed it "Come on, get on with it Don't diddle around."

Slowly he began increasing the pace of his stroke. He pushed his prick deeper into her. Soon he was moving rapidly, sliding his hard prick in and out of her body, tearing into her hard and deep. Wincing, she began enjoying the roughness of his stroke, the constant pounding. She felt the oily secretions flowing, bathing his cock. In a way, it almost felt as if Earl was buried down there deep inside of her. She closed her eyelids. If she was going to get fucked, she might as well enjoy it Besides, obviously her body was supplying the lubricant

Arnie began tearing in and out of her furiously. Concentrating, she absorbed her mind in her body's functions. As nature began asserting itself, she began moving herself more. She twisted, writhed, arched up at him, then became an active partner.

Arnie's face looked highly pleased. He grunted, groaned, then grinned down at her. "See, I knew you'd like it. Right from the beginning, I knew you would like it ... once I got my cock into you."

His prick began flying in and out of her body. She squirmed, twisted and moaned. Sullenly she looked up at him. She said nothing. Damn it, now he knew he could arouse her. Christ, now he would never leave her alone.

Suddenly, on one of his long deep strokes, Arnie paused. Somehow she felt he was getting ready. She clutched him hard, digging her nails into his shoulders. Siphoningly, the round walls of her vagina gripped him, gasped and sucked, sending her into a short but deliciously sweet orgasm. She groaned. Watching her face, Arnie grinned with delight, pushed his cock all of the way into her, then just kept it there deep inside of her. Again she groaned. The walls of her cunt kept spasming as she felt his warm spurts splattering into her cervix.

After it was over, Arnie slid his prick out of her. He shook the drops from it with his hand. "Jeez, that was good!" His eyes moved down, looked at his sperm swilling between the fleshy lips of her cunt. "Now, how's about letting me eat some snatch?"

Karen looked up at him. She blinked her eyes. "Arnie, it's your own stuff ... your own sperm."

Arnie didn't seem to care. His eyes were wild with lust. Quickly he got down between her legs. He fastened his hot, greedy lips on her cunt, ran his tongue deep into her sperm-filled, viscid hole. Then he licked the creamy white fluid squishing between the slippery soft creases and folds, the lips of her cleft Holding his head, Karen tensed and moaned. Then she let him do it.

Karen leaned her head back as his mouth went to work. She gazed down over her curved belly, watched the balding top of his head cresting between her upraised thighs. In a way, letting him suck her was a good idea. Though she had orgasmed, she still wanted more. Besides, it was quite a novel idea. She had never been sucked by a man just after he emptied a load into her.

Slowly her hips began churning. She squirmed, pressed her open crotch up into his face. Down below, between her soft white thighs, Arnie's head twisted and rolled with every move she made. His mouth and lips remained fastened to her cunt. Slurping, twirling and licking, his warm tongue lapped up all of her moist inner juices, including his own sperm. Shivering, she groaned. Christ, who would believe it Suddenly she felt the familiar tension returning. She mashed her wet crotch harder into his mouth and face, groaned real deep and long as the spastic convulsions overtook her, gripped her, ripped through her savagely and hard.

Karen fell back utterly limp. Her belly was still quivering, fluttering softly. Grinning, Arnie raised his wet face from between her white thighs. His chin, his mouth and the whole lower portion of his face was shining and glistening. "Boy, I'll bet Earl never did that with you. Not many men would go down on a girl after shooting a load into her."

Karen smiled faintly, weakly. Somehow the spasms of the last orgasms were much too strong. They had been very sharp, very deep and all-consuming. While they were taking place, it almost felt as if a hand was buried deep inside. Whenever a spasm occurred, the hand gripped and squeezed her guts real hard.

Arnie raised himself, but remained kneeling on the bed Now that he had given her head, he was all excited again. Smiling, he pointed down to his prick. It wasn't hard but it was semi-limp. "How's about doing the same for me?"

Karen looked at him. "No ... I don't want to do that with you, Arnie."

Arnie's face fell. He looked at her uneasily, as if wondering how to get her to do it. "Why not? I just did it for you."

She gazed at him coolly. "You wanted to do it. I let you. That's something entirely different."

Casually she looked down at his prick. It looked like a slimy eel. Embarrassed, he pulled it slightly back. "I'll bet you do it for Earl," he said.

"Arnie, that's also something different. I happen to be in love with Earl."

Arnie scratched his head. Finally he tried a little exhibitionism. "Look, it's not a bad size. It may not be as big as Earl's, but I'll bet it tastes as good."

Suddenly Karen laughed. He was behaving just like a clown. "All right, but if I do it, you have to promise me something."

Raising herself, she took his penis and wiped it off on the sheet. Arnie's eyes lit up with anticipation. "What? What?" he asked excitedly.

Snaking her tongue, she licked his penis in a wide circle. It twitched, jumped. "You'll have to promise me that you'll do something about Adele."

Arnie's eyes bulged as he watched her tongue circling his cock. Flicking, the smooth wet tip of her tongue darted and teased the soft fleshy glands.

Using the satiny upper surface of her tongue, she licked the whole broad underside of his cock slickly, right up from the root. She wanted to make it good, make sure he would promise. Arnie's eyes popped. He watched the thick drop of liquid exude up from the open slot. She smiled, circled it with her tongue, licked it away. "I'm talking about doing something specific to break up the affair between Adele and Earl."

Arnie wasn't as ready as he thought. His cock stay semi-limp, refused to harden. "Yes. Yes. Anything!" said Arnie. Inside he was burning up. The excitement was so strong, he couldn't believe it.

Smiling at him, Karen took his penis into her mouth. She rolled it, sucked it softly. Arnie's body tensed. He started trembling. God, she was actually sucking his cock. It was just like Gail Whitney only better ... because this time it was Karen ... and Karen was much lovelier, much younger and more sexy!

Arnie's cock began filling out slightly in her mouth. He smiled as he looked down at her. Soon his prick would go off in her mouth. Absently he wondered if she would swallow his stuff down. Gosh, if she did, how terrific it would be ... to know that he had shot off a load in Karen's mouth and that she had swallowed all of his sperm down.

His body started tingling like crazy. It stiffened as he felt the semen rising from his balls. Oh, dear sweet God, make her go all the way. Let her swallow everything down.

Suddenly his half-hard penis erupted. It spurted, spilled the liquid come down into her mouth. Holding onto his prick at the base with her hand, she gulped and swallowed, drank his pulpy fluid down into her stomach.

Arnie groaned. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, God!" Now that it was happening, he couldn't believe it Keeping his eyes glued on her face, he watched his cock as it pumped in her mouth, as his entire groin spasmed and tore. Then he looked down to her throat, saw her throat muscles working. Again he groaned. Another series of spasms hit him and more liquid come spilled into her mouth. Some of the saliva from her mouth began escaping past her lips. It ran wetly, drooled down his cock. God, what an exciting sight. It was literally fantastic!

Finally he was all through. He was shaking like a leaf and his big fat belly was quaking like jelly. He watched her carefully as she slurped and licked his cock, snaked the last oozing drops from the open hole. "Ohhhh! Ohhhh, dear God. Thank you! Thank you!"

It occurred to Karen that really he was thanking the wrong person.

She smiled at him as he fell back limp onto the mattress. Really the whole thing wasn't as bad as she thought. Instead of being repulsed by it, she had actually enjoyed it. In a way, it was like pleasing a small child, giving him pleasure. It had given her great satisfaction to watch the expression on his face ... especially when she swallowed his slippery gruel down. Grinning she looked down at him. His face was smiling like a contented kitten. Yes, he was just a big kid ... and she was the older, more experienced girl breaking him in and showing him how delightful and voluptuous sex could be. "Now remember, you made a promise for that. I expect you to keep it" she said.

Arnie opened his eyes. He looked peaceful and relaxed, thoroughly satisfied. "Yes, I know what I promised. Don't worry ... it's all been taken care of already."

Karen stared at him puzzled. "What do you mean?"

Swiftly he filled her in about Gail Whitney. He told her all about Earl's taking up with her. He said nothing about her husband, Chester Whitney. "So you see, there's nothing to worry about. Ever since the night of the party, he's been all involved with her. Right now, he doesn't know Adele exists."

Silently Karen bit down on her hp. She knew damn well that Earl had fooled around with her, but she had never dreamed that it had gone that far. As far as she was concerned, Adele was the only competition. Christ what kind of a solution was that? Maybe it solved his problem, but it certainly didn't solve hers. Suddenly she realized that Arnie had known this all along. She gazed down at him resentfully. He had known all about it before she offered to suck his cock. He had simply tricked her. He had tricked her by promising something which he already knew he could deliver.

Slowly the expression on her face changed. She didn't know whether to hit him or what. She ran her tongue over the roof of her mouth, over her gums. UGH, she could still feel the residue of his sperm in her mouth, taste it. Boy, no wonder Earl thought he was such a good business manager. Her eyes looked at him with new respect He was really a hardcore business man, a shrewd horse trader. He had taken her in completely.

FIFTEEN

Karen was absolutely furious. She didn't know what to do about Adele, but she sure knew how to deal with Gail Whitney. She stormed right out of the apartment after Arnie left, leaped into the convertible, then drove herself downtown to the hotel she knew they were staying at

When Gail Whitney opened the door, she looked surprised. "Why, it's Karen ... Earl's girl," she said back over her shoulder.

Karen faltered a moment She hadn't expected her husband would be there. It was only midday and she thought that he would be down at a business office or something. Nervously she hesitated. To hell with it, she decided. Let's wash all the linen out in the open, right out in front of her husband. Maybe some of it would jolt him ... but it would certainly open up his eyes.

***

Neither of them seemed surprised to hear her bold outraged words. Instead they simply sat there and listened to her. Then they smiled and glanced at each other as if sharing some deep dark secret.

Karen felt flabbergasted. "Don't you even care?" she asked Gail's husband.

Chet Whitney looked at her coldly. Somehow he even seemed amused. "No ... I don't. In fact, I know all about it"

Karen stared at him in astonishment. She simply didn't know what to say.

Uncoiling herself from the couch, Gail Whitney crossed the room and stood before her. She looked down at Karen and appraised her. "Say, you know, she has pretty good legs. Also, if I remember correctly, she has a damn good bust."

Chester Whitney snorted. "Christ with that see-through blouse she was wearing last week at the party, how could anyone miss that?"

Karen blushed. Somehow she felt outraged. What was the matter with these people? What was going on?

Gail Whitney smiled at her husband. "I'll bet she throws a pretty good fuck."

Carefully Chester Whitney studied the expression in his wife's eyes. "What's in it for you?"

"Oh, I don't know ... just the usual stuff, I guess."

Karen's eyes flitted back and forth between the two of them. Her mouth was wide open. What the hell was going on?

Gail Whitney studied Karen thoughtfully. She looked back at her husband. "We've never tried it that way. Maybe it would be fun."

Chester Whitney smiled. He pushed himself up out of the chair. "Well, I guess there's only one way to find out" he said.

Karen decided that both of them must be crazy!

Karen felt as if she was in a daze. Really none of this was happening. It just couldn't possibly be happening.

"Here, tie up that other wrist more tightly," said Chet. "We don't want her working loose at a crucial moment."

Numbly Karen stared up at them. She was lying flat on her back on the bed. She was thoroughly spread-eagled. Her wrists and ankles were leashed securely, split from her body in four opposite directions towards the corners of the bed. Chet came over to her. She glared up at him over the gag plastered over her mouth. He stuffed a pillow under her struggling, writhing buttocks, then feasted his eyes on the divided flesh of her cord slit. "She's dry. Well have to work her up."

Gail Whitney went over to the dresser. She returned with a smooth ivory-colored vibrator. "Wait till I use this on her."

Karen shuddered as she looked up at the round, blunt-nosed contraption. Gail Whitney grinned maliciously and turned it on. It hummed and vibrated as she brought it down to the nipple of Karen's breast The vibrations fluttered deeply into her nipple. They got to Karen immediately. She knew that they would as soon as she saw the fiendish instrument. Karen felt her nipples swell, surge out and stiffen. Soon they were hard, like round, rubbery turrets. Gail Whitney smiled as she watched her squirm and writhe on the bed. She continued playing the blunt nose against and around her erect, turgid nipples. "Just leave it to me. I'll turn her on real good."

Chester Whitney watched with interest. He reached down, plucked an erect, hardened nipple. He stretched it, then let it plop back. Then he looked down at the smooth fleshy fissure between her thighs to see if any reaction was taking place. "You'll have to do better than that."

Gail Whitney continued with the vibrator. She ran it very slowly down her body, over her curving belly, down into her belly button. Karen's belly fluttered like jelly as it dug deep into her belly button. Finally she ran it down over the lower slope of her stomach and down into her pubic mound. Delicately she applied the tip of the vibrator to the small pea-sized nodule at the top of her coral, fleshy lips. Karen's thighs twitched and jumped. Her hips bucked. Her clitoris responded immediately. "Ah, now maybe we'll get somewhere," said Chester Whitney.

Gail Whitney began teasing and torturing her clit. She circled the small pea, pressed the tip of the vibrator deeply into it over and over again. Karen began squirming all over the place. She strained at her bonds. The pulsations were incredible. They tickled her teasingly, dug deeply into her, began arousing her. God almighty, the sensations were fantastically keen. The constant, steady vibrations seemed to spread out. Soon she began to feel suffused by them. Again she began pulling at her bonds. The tendons on her arms stood out as her body leaped and bucked, as she shivered and quivered, twisted wildly. Her clitoris began swelling and hardening. Gail Whitney pressed into it harder. The deep piercing, incredible pulsating sensations dug deeply into her clit, grew even more intense. Immediately Karen felt like yelling and screaming. It was incredibly torturous, excruciating beyond bearing, but also it was ecstatically pleasurable, almost unbelievably so. Her hips began chattering up and down. Finally she felt the first spasms tearing through her groin. Tensing, she stiffened, trembled, then fell limply back into the mattress.

Gail Whitney smiled. She ran the blunt nose down the divided fissure, poked it into her gasping aperture, then returned it back to her nubbin hardened clit. "See, she's getting wetter now."

Her husband gazed at the pink tissue and the oily slickness, evidence of the thorough arousal. "Stick it into her. See what happens."

The sensation was fantastic; sleek, golden and warmly tingling. Karen squirmed as the nose-coned round vibrator entered her body, pushed deeply into it. The walls of her cunt parted claspingly around its blunt vibrating head. Gail Whitney pushed it further in. It began invading her lower belly-vibrating, tingling, teasing the small nerve endings deep in the core of her inner sheathe. Suddenly it felt as if the round walls of her cunt were pulsating vibratingly themselves. Everything felt extremely sensitive. The nerve endings deep inside of her began tingling like crazy. The tip of the vibrator touched her cervix, pushed, entered her uterus. Gail Whitney pushed. The tiny oval slit stretched painfully, opened wider as the fiendish smooth thing slid further in. Karen groaned. The gag muffled her cry of combined pleasure and agony. Gail Whitney stopped pushing the vibrator into her. "Shit, I wish it was longer. I'd push it right into her womb!"

Karen felt as if she was going out of her head. All of her tender, sensitive insides were vibrating, pulsating wildly with a rapid staccato, rippling beat. Her womb, her cunt, EVERYTHING!

The walls of her vagina began clenching on the smooth round vibrator, began sucking at it. Smiling, Gail Whitney released it, watched it move back and forth rapidly in her round-holed cunt. "Look at that. Her cunt is fucking itself!"

Chester Whitney arched his brow. He seemed intrigued. He bent his head down, watched the vibrator as it moved in and out. At the same time, he took notice of the oily film surrounding it. "Christ, this is damn interesting. Her cunt is beginning to drool."

All of a sudden, Karen convulsed. Her whole body stiffened and tensed. It shook, quivered, jumped, then shuddered violently. Beneath the gag. Karen groaned as the tremendous orgasm surged through her body, tore its way spastically through.

When it was over, there could be no doubt about her state of arousal. Chester Whitney smiled as he looked down at the glistening, wet pink slash staring up at him like a divided piece of juicy fruit. "Hey, now she's getting real juicy and syrupy."

Gail Whitney looked at her husband. "You know, some women have almost an unlimited capacity for experiencing orgasms. Judging from the looks of things, she might be one of those. If she is, then we certainly can have a lot of fun with her."

Karen could hardly believe her ears. God, leave it to another woman to think of something like that! Gail Whitney withdrew the vibrator. She pressed the nose up against her hard, swollen clitoris again and pushed the speed button to the high position. Instantly Karen spasmed again. Her whole insides burst and exploded. The sensations were deep and intense, sharp and cutting like a knife.

Gail Whitney removed the tip of the vibrator from her clitoris. "See, I told you. She is one. We can make her come as often as we want. We can make her come for hours on end."

Karen lay there limply, gasping, trying to recover from the last series of spasms. She was breathless and panting and her belly and hips were moving up and down. Oh my God, they're going to make me come again and again. What kind of friends are they? How could they do something like that to a girl, torture her like that? Suddenly she felt the cold chills running up and down. God, what a fantastic thought-coming again and again, spasming for hours on end. Her body tingled and shuddered as she thought of it. She began realizing how excited she was, how much the vibrator had worked her up. Also she began realizing how much the whole situation was arousing her. The whole thing was like a scene right out of fantasyland. It was the secret wish and dream of every young, vibrant girl-to be tied up and tethered like this, spread-eagled, open, vulnerable, utterly at someone else's mercy ... to be forced to submit, to be outrageously abused and assaulted against her will, forced into the forbidden pleasure land of constant, intense, deeply excruciating ecstatic pleasure ... scarlet, sinful, lascivious pleasure and joy-the infinite-the Nirvana land where only the powerful orgasm reigned ... where it reigned supremely, where only it existed, where nothing but orgasms counted ... where they could be induced constantly, undendingly, torturously, mercilessly, Thrillingly! Suddenly she rolled her head. Oh God! ... and all that deep intense pleasure happening over and over again ... utterly against one's will ... leaving one utterly free of any sense of responsibility ... free from any sense of sin, guilt or shame!

Suddenly Chester Whitney was more than just interested. He opened his pants. His hard, rubbery prick sprung out "Christ let me get between those lovely legs of hers. Before the day is out I'm going to screw her blind!"

Karen groaned beneath the gag. She shuddered, half in horror, half in anticipation and delight.

Gail Whitney clapped her hands in glee. Now things were really coming along. Helping her husband as he moved between Karen's thighs, she grabbed his hard prick, then stuck it between the parted wet lips of Karen's cunt "Here, push it in and give it to her good. I want to watch. I want to see every last bit of it."

Dropping to the floor, she got down between her husband's legs, sat there and watched as he slammed his shiny strong cock deep in Karen's body. Then she watched him as he began buffeting her, sliding his wet prick in and out moving it blisteringly, tearing into her ferociously, pounding at her mercilessly.

Karen felt completely helpless. There wasn't a blasted thing she could do. She ground her hips, tried to buck him out from her cunt. Instead the hard, round bulk of him slid in even deeper, banged into her womb. He grinned, remained motionless as she twisted and struggled. "That's it baby. Keep twisting and grinding. It feels wonderful."

Suddenly Karen glared at him. Maybe she really wasn't trying to eject him. Maybe she just wanted to be fucked! Inwardly she groaned. Oh god, what is happening to me? Already she was beginning to behave like an animal.

As she stopped moving, Chester Whitney resumed his deep, plunging strokes. He dove, speared into her, impaled her on his strong hard cock, lifted her right up from the bed with it. Immediately Karen felt her insides bursting again. Her eyes opened wide and she stared at him in astonishment as the wild, fierce convulsions and spasms tore through her wracked, tortured body again and again.

Finally she felt him stiffening. "Jeez, I'm gonna shoot my load!" he said to his wife. Gail Whitney drew her face and eyes in closer under his buttocks. "Go ahead. I want to feel it shooting into her," she said as she grabbed the base of his cock with her hand. With her other hand, she began squeezing and milking his balls, then she shot a long, slender finger right straight deep into his asshole. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!" he yowled as his prick burst and exploded.

It was a powerful discharge, very profuse. Karen groaned and gritted her teeth as she felt his thick heavy spurts and blobs. Gosh, his prick was pumping and convulsing like mad. It was shooting sperm like crazy. There just didn't seem to be any end to it. She felt his thick juice sluicing into her almost constantly. It was almost as if someone had let go with a hose, as if he was pinching off the flow deliberately, then releasing it again. Jesus, she didn't think a man could have so much sperm. She gasped. Without realizing it, she spasmed again. She groaned as she realizing how much the whole experience was turning her on.

Finally he was all through. He pulled his prick up out of her body, out of her wet, drenched cunt. Swiftly his wife took his spent prick into her mouth. She licked it swilled it around.

"Umm, her cunt juices taste good," she mumbled around his cock.

After she had enough, she took her husband's limp cock out of her mouth. "Here, you rest for a while. Just watching got me all horny. Now I'm going to see what she can do for me."

Karen had never sucked another woman's cunt before. The thought of it actually revolted her, sent shivers up her spine. Savagely Gail Whitney tore the gag from her mouth. Straddling her thighs over Karen's face, she looked down at Karen's wide-open eyes. 

"Take a good look at it, kid ... because in a moment you're going to be eating it."

Karen's mind felt completely numb. Slowly the wet cleft descended. She could see the wet beads of moisture clinging to the scrawly hairs surrounding her cunt. The gaping fissure descended more. She felt the spongy, wet fleshy lips press into her soft lips and mouth. They rolled to the side, parted widely as Gail Whitney wriggled her hips, settled herself down. Finally she spread her thighs out wider, lifted herself gradually so that the wet lips of her cunt were just hanging loosely over Karen's mouth. Without realizing it Karen looked up into the wet gaping maw, studied the loose-hanging fleshy folds. God, so this was what it was all about-Lesbianism, making love to another woman, all that. Slowly a tingle went through her. She shivered erotically. She started thinking of Arnie and what happened this morning, how surprised she was to find herself enjoying sucking his cock. She looked up at the wet female cleft again. Could it be that she might actually enjoy doing this, too?

Slowly her tongue snaked out. She licked the moist slippery folds tentatively. Gosh, they were smooth and slippery. They actually rolled along her tongue. Her tongue pushed further out, licked the whole wet, velvety fissure. Again a tingle of excitement went through her. It was silken, like licking polished, glossy satin. The tender tissue between the lips felt incredibly smooth, lush. Her appetite whetted and increased. Her nostrils picked up the strong pungent aroma of the open cunt over her mouth. It was a strong, all-woman smell, thoroughly female ... deep, heavy, musky.

Karen started feeling terribly excited. She was on the verge of something forbidden, of something she never thought she would do. Her eyes flashed up, sought out the swollen, turgid tissue lying almost half-hidden between the heavy moist folds and creases. She lifted her head, fastened her lips upon it, sucked it out from the covering folds, rolled it in her mouth, nibbled and sucked on it.

Gail Whitney stiffened. She shivered with delight. "That's it, baby. Now, you've got the idea." Slowly she wriggled her hips. Her thighs started tensing. She groaned as the soft spasms quivered her belly and insides. Oh, my god, thought Karen, she orgasmed! Absently her tongue tasted the liquid flow of Gail Whitney's inner juices.

Soon Karen was beside herself. She was frantic, worked up into a frenzy. Snaking, darting, her tongue stabbed deep and long into the hot, wet, open hole over her mouth. It twirled, circled the sleek wet inner walls; then it tunneled and bored. Gail Whitney shuddered as she felt the long snakelike tongue probing and twirling deep inside her cunt. She shivered gleefully with pleasure. "God, she's the best snatch eater I've ever come across. Her tongue is like a real live snake!"

Suddenly she began groaning again. Her cunt began clenching and spasming around Karen's tongue. Karen realized that Gail Whitney was coming again. She pushed her tongue as deep into her as she could. She gurgled as she enjoyed the cunt's tight, spastic squeezing and vising. She mashed her lips up, spread them out fanningly, affixed them to the gasping, orgasming cunt, began sucking hard and voraciously.

Gail Whitney's body slumped. It finally stopped shivering and jerking. "WOW!" she said as she rolled off from over Karen's face. "Christ, what a cunt sucker she is! She was fucking me with her tongue. And her mouth felt just like a suction pump working on me!"

Karen's eyes were all filmy and glazed. Her mind felt dull, blunted. Her chest was heaving and panting and her round resilient breasts were bouncing up and down like jelly. She had experienced another orgasm ... a deeply intense one. It had happened while Gail Whitney was orgasming against her mouth and tongue. Somehow she felt shocked. Her whole body was shaking and trembling. She could feel the goose pimples crawling along her flesh. The orgasm had been like one big gigantic trauma. She simply couldn't believe it. Just the idea of inducing an orgasm in another woman had shot her right off like a rocket, sent her right out into orbit. Oh, God. What did it all mean? Was she a secret Lesbian or something?

Chester Whitney stared down at the sight of her on the bed, shaking and quivering. "Jesus, I think she actually had a couple while she was doing that to you. Boy, we better break out a scorecard."

Karen lay there limp and exhausted. She realized that she was completely out of control now. The two fiends had really got to her. She had not only cooperated, but she had actually enjoyed every last delicious moment of it. Lying there, her body continued shivering and trembling. God, what was happening to her? She had never experienced anything so pleasurable in her life. She felt wildly wanton, wicked and salacious. She felt lustful, downright obscene ... and she wanted more of it She wanted to crawl in the slime of her own lust roll in it, cover herself with it, feel it ooze through her. She didn't care how depraved it all was. Right now, she wanted sex, sex, sex! ... sheer pure unadultered, delicious sex!

Before she even knew it Chester Whitney's cock was before her mouth. It was hard again and it sprung before her eyes like a thick branch with a plumhead at the end of it. Grinning, he pressed the lush plumhead against her soft lips. "Gosh, now let's see how well she sucks cock!"

Chester Whitney was pretty worked up. His prick was dribbling. Also it was dripping some white come from his last discharge into her cunt. Opening her mouth, Karen swallowed the gleaming wet, hard prick.

"Oh, Christ!" he groaned as he felt the slippery smooth sensation.

Chester Whitney crouched over her. He started sliding his cock up and down in her soft warm mouth. "Christ her mouth is like velvet. It's so smooth; it's hard to believe."

He looked up at his wife and smiled. Reaching down, he pressed Karen's thighs out flat with his hands. Immediately Karen felt Gail Whitney's lips, mouth and tongue go to work on her own seething, frothing cunt. "Look, I'm going to cut her loose. I don't think we need the ropes any more. Besides, this is going to start getting trickier now."

Slowly needles of sensation returned to Karen's hands and limbs as he unfastened the ropes around her wrists. Down below, her ankles returned to life as his wife untied them. During all of it, neither of them lost their hold on her. Grabbing her hips, Gail Whitney pulled her forward to the edge of the bed so that she could get at her cunt better. Groaning, Karen started sucking voraciously on her husband's cock as he hobbled forward on his knees, kept his cock planted fully in her mouth.

Soon everyone was absorbed, lost in a world of their own. Chester Whitney joined his wife, took turns with her at licking and tonguing Karen's cunt Each of them squirmed and twisted. They slurped at each other, moaned and groaned, smacked their lips salaciously.

Karen went wild! She could hardly believe that any of this was actually happening. It was a way out trip, a scene right out of erotic fantasy. It was all just like one of those blue movies or a stag film where everything was naked writhing limbs and torsos. It was just like one of those intense, exciting, descriptive scenes from erotic paperback novels that worked you all up, frenzied your lustful instincts to a fever pitch of excitement, whetted your appetite for wild lascivious sex-sex with anyone, Anything! ... that left you frothing and panting, ready to run right out in the street and ask the first man you met to fling you down on the hard concrete and rape you with abandon, right there and then ... or sent you scurrying into the bathroom to masturbate yourself frenziedly in desperate search of relief!

All of their mouths were making loud squishing and sucking noises. Gail Whitney kept attacking her cunt. She licked, slurped, ran her tongue thrilling into her. Avidly Karen lathed Chester Whitney's hairy balls. She sucked one into her mouth, rolled it around, then released it with a plop! ... caught his swaying, bobbing bouncing prick with her lips and mouth again, sucked it siphoningly in again.

Soon Karen began to see the orgasm building up in the big hanging sac over her face. Slowly Chester Whitney lowered himself. His heavy balls straddled her nose. They were big and swollen. The ovate mounds jugged up and down as he slid and pushed his big cock deeper and deeper into her mouth. Choking and gagging, Karen felt the round mushroom head plunge deep into her throat. It pushed right through the oval opening, stuffed and crammed her throat. She gagged, retched. He pushed his cock down harder, in deeper. Slowly Karen's round inner throat opened, widened, stretched to accommodate the huge swollen bulge. He groaned, began moving his hard, barreled cock up and down, in and out, back and forth deep inside the moist, tight sleeve of her open, gasping throat.

Suddenly Karen realized what was happening- what was about to happen! His cock was fucking her inside her throat. Her eyes looked up at the swollen, puffed-up sac of his scrotum. A feeling of panic flew through her. God, if he went off now, he'd shoot his stuff right down her throat. He'd shoot his load of thick hot cream right down into her open, waiting stomach!

Desperately she pushed up against his buttocks with her hands. His cock was hurting her throat, raspping the thin sensitive tissue. Her entire throat felt as if it was being seared ... and the pain was white-hot It was savage, barbarous, equally thrilling but she was afraid. What if he came like before? God, if he ever shot off so much stuff into her throat she'd choke. He'd drown her for sure!

Chester Whitney kept heaving up and down, in and out. He was completely lost in a world of his own, lost in a world of wild animal lust of savageness and depravity. His cock was down in the young girl's throat ... Earl's girl! And soon it would shoot off like a fire hose. Down under his ass cheeks, Karen felt as if she was suffocating. God, even his wife had been more considerate than that Not once had Gail sat down on her mouth and face. She gasped, gulped hungrily for air, strained with her hands against his hard buttocks. Stubbornly he kept mashing himself down on her face, forcing his cock deeper into her throat covering her and smothering her. Over and over again, Karen felt her nose burying deeply into the crevice of his ass, sinking deep into the soft mushy hole between.

All of a sudden she felt him tensing and stiffening. He paused, pushed his hard cock even deeper into her throat, down past her Adam's apple, then reared his head like a triumphant stallion. Instantly his tightly buried cock exploded and began belching his sperm deep into her open throat

The explosion was tremendous. Karen felt the hot fluid rush into her throat. She gagged, choked, gulped hurriedly. Digging her fingers deeply into the flesh of his buttocks, she held onto him and accepted each successive burst, each belching swell of hot, thick cream.

Chester Whitney's cock came strongly, powerfully. It spurted and jetted the thick warm blobs down into her open gasping throat, slashed the hot fluid through the round open channel Swallowing again and again, as best she could with his cock down her throat, Karen felt her Adam's apple roll up and down. As it did so, it rolled and pushed into the underside of his spurting cock, squeezed it coaxingly, urgingly. Closing her eyes, she accepted the inevitable. Somewhere deep inside her throat, something opened and she felt his thick hot fluid gushing into her stomach. Grimly she held her breath. She remained there completely still as his cock continued spurting and streaming its scalding liquid contents.

As soon as his cock stopped pumping, Chester Whitney slid it back up and out of Karen's throat. Wetly it dripped its last few drops of white liquid come down onto her lips and chin. It trailed the last of its milky semen down along the front of her throat, onto her breasts.

"Jesus, that's the best blow job I ever had!" he said, looking up at his wife. "I was right down in her throat! Christ, it felt like I was gushing it right through a tight hose into her stomach!"

Gail Whitney raised her face from between Karen's tensed, spasming, white-fleshed thighs. Her face was all wet and glistening as she held up three fingers to indicate how many orgasms she had counted deep inside of Karen's cunt. "Yeah, well you better get yourself rested for the next one in a hurry," she said. Right now, she's as hot as a pistol ... and God only knows how many more we can get out of her."

Karen's head fell back limply. She was completely spent, utterly exhausted. Oh, my God, she thought as she groaned. The two of them are out to kill me! They're out to kill me and murder me by making me orgasm myself to death!

SIXTEEN

Adele and Earl were having one hell of a row. The entire group of rock musicians rehearsing out front could hear them.

"How dare you deny it! I've followed you to their hotel suite every night for the last week ... ever since you met her at the party. I know you must be screwing his wife."

Adele was as mad as a wet hen. Earl felt exasperated. "Look, what I do is my own business. I told you that right from the start."

She pouted, glared at him angrily. "Yes, but I didn't think you meant that it would be like this. I ... I haven't seen you once all week." Suddenly she looked worried, concerned. "I don't know how you're getting around that husband of hers, but she sure must be giving you something real sweet."

Earl heaved a heavy sigh. "Look, let's call the whole god damned thing off! Now you're beginning to act just like the rest of them. You're jealous, angry ... out to make claims on me."

Adele's eyes flared in anger. "Listen, you creep, what do you think I am ... just a fucking machine? I'm a woman, a person. I have feelings, things like that. I'm not just something to stomp with your feet ... something to use and then discard. How do you think it makes me feel, knowing that you're running around playing with someone else? Especially someone like her?"

Earl stared at her stonily. "Look, let's just drop it. I just don't want to talk about her. Neither do I want to talk about her husband."

Adele grew quiet. She started thinking about things. Lately Arnie had been acting funny, too, whenever she talked about them. Whenever she brought up the subject of Gail and Chester Whitney, he just coughed and spluttered, then quickly changed the subject. What was it with those two, anyhow? Why was everybody being so secretive? Even Karen seemed to have something to do with them. This morning when she had passed their hotel, she had even seen Karen going into the lobby.

Suddenly she felt very curious, intrigued. There was certainly something strange going on, something which was making everybody act very peculiar. Also, everything had been all right between Earl and herself ... before they arrived on the scene. "Say, what the hell gives with that couple, anyway?" she asked. "Christ, soon that couple will be driving me crazy. Every time I mention them to Arnie, he clams up. Now even you refuse to discuss anything about them."

Earl's eyes lit up. So, Arnie was in on it too. Boy, what a wild pair they were. Thinking about it, he almost felt like laughing. Gosh, how Arnie must have enjoyed that. Then his eyes narrowed. He grew quiet, suspicious. Arnie was balding and fat, middle-aged. Why should they want him? He began wondering if they might not have used Arnie as a way to get to him. Quickly he dismissed the idea. He didn't like its connotations. It would have meant that he had been made a fool of.

Adele was strangely silent. She was studying his face carefully, watching every fleeting expression. "You know, this morning I even saw Karen going there. I was driving past the hotel on my way here when I saw her."

Earl froze. "What are you talking about?"

Adele didn't know what it was, but she knew she had hit a sensitive nerve. Maybe now, she would start finding out about things ... why everyone was acting so strangely. "I just told you. This morning while driving here, I saw Karen going into their hotel."

Earl's face went beet-red. It looked shocked but angry, uncertain. "You must be joking. You're just saying that to get even with me ... get revenge."

Earl looked very upset. She stared at him curiously. "No, I'm not. Why should I make something up like that?"

Earl realized she was right. She couldn't possibly know about them. If Arnie clammed up every time she mentioned them, then obviously he was hiding it too. In fact, she couldn't have the faintest idea of what was going on. He tightened his hands into clenched fists. The anger grew and smoldered in him. Christ if they got their hooks into Karen ... if they so much as touched ...

Earl began to grow impatient. He realized that he better get over there right away. "Look, Adele, for the time being you and I are through. Personally I've thought things over ... and I don't like the idea of screwing my business manager's wife behind his back. Besides, Arnie and I are friends. I should have known better, never started things with you."

In the back of his mind, wild pictures were flashing across his vision. In all of them, Karen was the helpless victim. She was being attacked, ravaged by two insane sexual maniacs.

Adele gulped as she stared at him in astonishment. She could see by the look on his face that he meant it. Well, what else could she expect. She should have known better herself.

Earl's impatience got out of control. "Look, I'm sorry ... but I have to get out of here. I ... I have a business appointment"

Adele knew he was lying, but she just didn't give a damn any more. "Well, then don't let me stop you," she said brusquely.

Turning on her heel, she walked away from Earl. She kept her chin tilted high, but the moisture gradually filled her eyes. Watching her, Earl shook his head.

Then he tore out of the place.

***

When Earl broke into the room, he couldn't believe what he saw. Karen was down on the floor on her knees with her head buried between Gail Whitney's thighs. She was busy licking and tonguing her cunt Behind her, holding her hips and grasping her hanging breasts every once in a while, Chester Whitney was mounted on top of her, leaping and bucking, snapping his flanks, fucking her up her ass.

"Karen!" he screamed.

All of a sudden, all three naked bodies fell apart. They rolled from each other like rag dolls, looking at him in surprise.

Quickly Earl leaped forward. As soon as he saw it he knew what had happened. There was no need for explanations, embarrassment, recriminations ... nothing! The thing to do was to get Karen the hell out of there and get her out fast ... and then hope that maybe they hadn't ruined her psyche, blown her mind, or anything like that.

Savagely he tore Karen away from them. Her face, her chin was drooling with liquid. Down below, the gism was flowing down the inside of her thighs. "Get yourself dressed!" he barked at her.

Dully she looked at him, as if she didn't comprehend. Her eyes looked glazed just as if she was on drugs. Then, suddenly, her mind snapped back to reality. "Oh, my God, Earl!" she screamed.

Earl held onto her wrist tightly. He struck her across the face. "Snap yourself out of it! Don't try to explain ... there's no need to. I know it wasn't your fault. Just get dressed, so I can take you out of here."

Chester Whitney got to his feet. He made a move as if to protest.

Earl just glared. "Listen, Buster ... just take one step and I'll flatten you out!"

Somberly Chester Whitney studied him, then changed his mind. Earl turned and looked down at Gail Whitney as Karen scrambled to the corner for her clothes. "Listen, you bitch ... if you know what's good for you, you better clear out of here! Between you and that crazy husband of yours, you've already interfered in enough people's lives!"

Sullenly she looked up at him from the floor. "But ... but, Earl!"

"Shad up!" Earl barked. "Both of you are crazy! You're a couple of hopped-up, oversexed nuts ... out for thrills and adventure! I'm telling you once, and only once. Clear out of here! Go back home to Frisco ... before I or someone else takes it into their mind to kill the two of you!"

Finally Karen was dressed. She was nervous and trembling violently. Her face was chalk-white, scared. She walked over to him, looked up at him with a frightened, apologetic look ... a look of deep shame.

Earl took one look at her face, her eyes. Suddenly he felt awful sorry for her. "Come on," he said as he reached for her hand. "Let's go home."

***

They were lying very close, nestled in each other's arms. Karen was still shuddering, sobbing convulsively. "God, Earl. I ... I just feel so ashamed. I ... I never ..."

Earl shushed her by brushing her tender ear lobe with his lips. "Listen, stop it. Stop blaming yourself. You couldn't help it."

Karen lifted her eyes. They were misty. She looked at him forlornly. "But, Earl ... if you only knew ... if you only knew some of the things ..."

Earl decided to be firm. They hadn't blown her mind but now she was questioning the things she had done, what she had allowed herself to become. None of it was healthy. "Look, stop all this crap right now! You're a full-blooded, healthy girl ... a girl with healthy instincts and a good appetite for sex. All of your attitudes about sex are good. They're free, very wholesome. The two of them simply took advantage of you. They took advantage of something very beautiful, something very fine, healthy and strong. If you keep blaming yourself like this, you'll ruin yourself. You'll become all blunt, uptight. Then you'll never be able to let go again. You'll never be able to relax and just enjoy sex ... enjoy it the way you've always enjoyed it."

She turned her eyes up to him again. She gazed at him thoughtfully. She had never known him to be so kind and tender, so sympathetic. Suddenly she began realizing something. She looked at him a little differently, with a note of sympathy herself. "You ... you were involved with them that way, too ... weren't you?"

She had asked it very quietly. Wearily Earl sighed. He was glad that it was all out in the open now. Now maybe some of the wounds could close and heal. "Yes, I was," he said. There was no apology in his voice. It was simply a statement of fact. "That's why I'm telling you not to blame yourself. I understand perfectly well what happened, how and why it happened." He paused, pondered for a few moments. She nestled herself more closely to him. "You know ... in a way, they're just two very unusual people. Usually I don't like pinning tags on people, calling them 'sick' or 'perverted,' but certainly there's something very strange about them. They're not at all like most other people. They're like two mad ravenous animals. When it comes to sex, they can't be content with what others consider normal. For them, there has to be more. There has to be something dark, wild and lustful ... " Suddenly he laughed, thinking about it "Oh, what the hell, maybe that's just their big bag ... their way of doing their own thing. God knows, why should any of us judge someone else ... especially if that's the only way they can get their lacks."

Karen snuggled closer into his arms. She began feeling much better about it all. "No, I don't agree with you. I still think they're wrong. Doing your own thing is all right ... provided it harms no one else. What they're doing is awful. They're not looking for playmates, they're looking for victims. They're preying on normal feelings, lustful appetites ... things everyone finds hard to control."

Earl smiled at her. "Yes, I guess you're right. Still, in a curious sort of way I feel sorry for them. Truthfully I think it's all kind of sad. In a way, they're just like the young teeny-boppers and other groupie girls always waiting and hanging around backstage every time we play a rock date."

Karen grinned. An impish look entered her eyes. "Maybe they're just a different kind of groupie ... an older, more sophisticated type ... supergroupies!"

Earl laughed. Her sense of humor was returning. Everything was going to be all right now. He looked down, kissed her cute snub nose. He pulled her over him so that she was lying on top of him. Karen smiled as she felt the hard, large bulge pressing into her stomach. She knew what he wanted. She was glad. In a way, right now it was the sort of proof and reassurance which she needed most, wanted desperately.

Karen climbed over his body. She straddled him. She reached down under herself, took his hard prick into her hand. Lowering herself, she fitted the large head into her slit. Deep in her heart, she felt better. She even began to feel a little happy. For the first time in their relationship, Earl had demonstrated how he really felt about her. Now she knew it was true. He really did care. She knew it, felt it in her bones. She had never seen him so kind, so tender and gentle, so understanding or sympathetic before. Maybe now, things would be different. Once he realized it, maybe he would recognize what it all meant. Then maybe he'd do something about it ... marry her!

She pushed herself down slowly on his hard pole. Softly she groaned. Her eyes half closed as she felt his huge cock entering her. God, even when it came to that, they were perfectly suited. As far as she was concerned, there just wasn't anyone like him ... no one who could make her feel like this.

Earl arched his body. His round hardness entered her deeper ... deeper! Karen moaned. God, already she felt so full ... still there was more! Earl pushed the rest of his big cock up into her warm interior. She sat there atop him, relishing in the satisfying feeling of fullness. She smiled down at him. Sitting on his tall hard cock was the ultimate in penetration. It thrilled her enormously. It thrilled her every time she did it.

Finally Earl was all inside her. She could feel the big swollen head of his cock deep in her stomach. If it inched up any higher, it would enter her womb. God, what a wonderful feeling. Her sheathe felt full to the brim. His warm presence in her felt good, fulfilling. Slowly she began rotating her moist vagina. Immediately he stirred. She smiled. That always got a rise out of him. She did it again, very slow. Earl's eyes tensed at the corners. She rose, slithered smoothly down.

He gasped, gritted his teeth. "Christ! ... Oh, God ... but is that good!"

Karen smiled. She pushed herself down harder. She slid herself back up, slithered down again, started doing it over and over again. Earl's eyes closed. His jaw muscles tensed. He reached forward, grasped her hips, helped her, pulled her down hard every time she lifted upward. Tremblingly she pulled herself all the way up ... until almost all of his hard glistening cock was exposed. Then she plunged herself down hard ... violently, strongly! She gasped and shuddered as she felt his big cock surge deep into her depths. God, it was just like a thick huge bludgeon. Deep inside of her, everything felt aflame. Her very guts were tingling and vibrating. The hot, moist chasm of her female interior was seething, churning, roiling.

Earl reached up for her. He clutched her. Karen squirmed. She twisted and writhed, churned, pulled herself up and down. She groaned with each quick, sleek lightning-like plunge. God, it all just felt so damn good. It was practically unbelievable! There was no one like him. There was absolutely nobody in the whole world like Earl!

She kept groaning with each downward plunge along the entire round hardness and smoothness of his cock. She moaned with each deep inner reaching of it deep in her female core. God, it was sensational! Voluptuous! Fantastic! Her breathing became ragged. Her mouth hung open. She began feeling the tight gathering spastic knot deep in her abdomen. Oh, God ... it was just too much! She moved herself faster and faster up and down on his hard shaft. She plunged herself mercilessly, wildly, savagely! "Oh! Oh, my God!" she groaned.

The orgasm hit her first. It was a mind-buster! She whimpered, sobbed, gasped and choked as the fierce deep-gut spasms ripped through her entire lower groin and abdomen. She became completely lost, immersed in the maelstrom of keen, blinding, urgent, frenzied, blazing sensations of stupendous, wild orgasm. Still she began to feel Earl come. She felt his cock stiffen even harder, become even more huge in her. Finally there was a vibrant gigantic swelling, a hard lurching throb ... then he camel Earl groaned. It was almost an agonized wail. "Ahhhhh!" he cried out

Karen tossed her head back. She held on grimly, churning and twisting in the midst of her own blazing climax. Swiftly his sperm leaped up into her body. She welcomed it with her spasms. Her tight, moist sheathe gasped and sucked, swallowed his delicious warm manhood deep into it interior.

Finally it was all over. Both of their bodies went limp. She collapsed on top of him, held him tightly in her arms. "Oh, God ... that was just so damn good!" she said.

Earl held her warmly, tenderly in his arms. God, what a fool he had been. He had never realized how much he loved her before. Slowly he tilted her head upwards with his hand. He smiled down at her. "Hey, don't you think we ought to do something like getting ourselves hitched ... or at least something like that? I mean ... after all ... how else am I going to be sure no one else will get their hands on you whenever I'm away playing at some rock date?"

Turning her eyes up, she gazed soulfully into his eyes, smiling. Oh God, how good she felt. It was all finally beginning to happen ...

The End



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