BEE-6951A 

Lust Takes A Holiday 

by 

Neil Forit


Chapter 1


Dinah's breasts heaved high, the way they did when Fred would run his 
warm tongue over them, or when his fingers would tingle on her super-
sensitive inner thighs. But at the moment, the lovely breasts were 
heaving out of anger, not out of that cream of passion.

Even so, the nipples stood erect. She never seemed to be able to 
control that, no matter what the emotion.

"Fred, I wish you wouldn't be so stubborn. You know we need money!"

Striding across the living room, Dinah tossed her mane of luxurious red 
hair over her shoulder and continued the argument with her husband. For 
three days now she hadn't gotten anywhere with him but was determined 
not to give up.

"I'm tired of staying home all day and trying to balance the budget. 
What if something happens? What if I get pregnant? Your research grant 
isn't going to take care of that. We have hardly enough to live on as 
it is."

Fred gave her a wry smile and leaned back in his easy chair, shuffling 
the newspaper on his knees as he attempted to turn the page. In truth, 
he actually enjoyed it when she got angry. Her fiery words seemed to 
match the color of her red hair, and she looked extremely sexy when her 
hackles were up. Her green eyes flashed like emeralds, her generous 
breasts heaved under the tight sweater she was wearing and looked as 
though they would almost burst through the confines. She had a good 
mind, it was true, but with a voluptuous body like hers, she was hard 
to take seriously. It was all he could do to keep himself from jumping 
up and stripping her clothes off, much less pay any attention to her 
familiar tirade.

He gazed appreciatively at her seductive form, his eyes taking in her 
lushly ripened breasts with their taut little nipples straining against 
the thin-knit sweater. She had taken to not wearing a brassiere in an 
effort to be with the current fashions, and her sensuality was more 
disconcerting than ever. The sweater clung like a tight-fitting glove 
to her flesh, displaying her flat abdomen, then tapering down to her 
slender waist. Her neatly flaring hips and smoothly rounded buttocks 
were equally well-encased in her tight, daringly short mini-skirt. My 
God, he thought, she doesn't even realize how sexy she is! She's 
driving me crazy. Her legs were long and slender, suntanned already, 
even though it was only early spring, and his gaze had drifted down to 
concentrate on them.

"Fred, you're not even listening to me," she protested, throwing her 
hands up in despair. Her piercing tone got through to him finally, 
making him look up at her face.

"Sweetheart, I've been listening to you for days, and you haven't 
changed the subject once. I don't want you to take that job at the 
research center, and that's that. Look, we both had a long hard haul 
getting me through school, but now that I've got the research grant, I 
don't want you working anymore. I would think you'd appreciate that. 
Now come on, why don't we go to the bedroom for a while and calm 
ourselves down?"

Dinah sighed in exasperation at her husband's sweet tone of voice, 
knowing exactly what it meant. It meant you're just a sweet cuddly 
thing with no brains in your body. Your place is in the home. Before 
their marriage she'd actually enjoyed it when he coddled her, but now 
it was getting on her nerves. After all, hadn't she gotten a job right 
after college to support his studies in graduate school? Hadn't she 
sacrificed her own promising career as a biologist so that he could 
continue his? It wasn't fair to be treated like an idiot after all 
she'd done for him. And the irony of it was, he hadn't complained once 
when she'd worked before. It was only when the research grant had come 
through that he suddenly showed his true colors as a male chauvinist 
who wanted to protect and coddle her.

The sudden change in his attitude surprised and upset her. He didn't 
seem to understand what it was like being cooped up in this small house 
miles from town and miles from anyone they knew. This deserted stretch 
of North Carolina Tidewater was a completely alien culture to her; and 
even the town, Bay Bridge, had little to offer--one movie house, a 
bowling alley, and a lot of broken down pickup trucks lining the 
street. At least Fred had his work, and he was earning money, while at 
the same time collecting data for his PhD thesis. And what was she? 
Nothing but a fixture like a beautiful piece of furniture.

What really bothered her was that the Center's director, Ralph Tomley, 
had offered her an administrative job several days ago, but she hadn't 
mentioned a word of it to Fred, knowing how he felt about the matter. 
True, it was a glorified secretarial position, but there just might be 
a chance to move into the marine research field, and maybe she could 
even do something that would bring her credits towards a Master's 
degree. She'd told him she would hold back her decision until she'd 
talked with Fred, but now she decided to take matters into her own 
hands no matter how much her husband objected. She was sick of the way 
he was treating her.

"All right," she said finally. "I didn't tell you this before, but Dr. 
Tomley already offered me a job. And I've decided I'm going to accept 
whether you like it or not."

Fred suddenly sat forward in his chair.

"Hey, wait a minute, what is this?"

"I'm sorry, that's the way it's going to be. My mind's made up."

In a huff she walked out of the living room as if to end the 
conversation then and there, leaving Fred in a mild state of shock.

But what could he do? he asked himself. Ralph Tomley must have cornered 
her at that welcoming cocktail party at his house and offered her the 
job on the spot. And there certainly was no refusing Tomley. He ruled 
the Benton Research Center with an iron hand and made no qualms about 
being blunt and unpleasant when things didn't go his way. Fred tried to 
think of some diplomatic way for his wife to turn down the offer, but 
that would only make waves, since he knew that the director genuinely 
needed an administrative assistant to handle the paperwork. "Nuts," he 
said to himself. For once he wanted to really be the boss in the family 
and not have people think his wife was supporting him, but it hadn't 
worked out, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Nonetheless, he wished Dinah would be content with staying home and 
playing the role of a wife, which is what he would demand of her once 
he got his PhD and moved into the realms of scientific research with 
official credentials. If she kept on trying to assert herself the way 
she was now, there was eventually going to be trouble in their 
marriage.

In a moment though, she was back in the living room, approaching him 
with a meek look on her face.

"Fred, are you angry?" she asked, sitting on the arm of his chair. "I 
meant what I said about taking the job, but I didn't want to hurt you."

"Oh really? Well, actually, I wish you hadn't come on so strong. I 
don't particularly like Tomley, and I don't like the way he cornered 
you at that cocktail party. He's an old lecher, if you ask me."

Dinah smiled at his outburst, realizing that he was just blowing off 
steam. His male ego was at stake somehow, but he would get over it. 
After all, what was she supposed to do--stay at home and play house all 
day while he went to work? She hadn't really meant to cause a rift in 
their relationship--it was just that she needed fulfillment just as 
much as he did. And the thought of somehow working into a position at 
the Center that would give her credits toward her Master's inspired her 
confidence.

"Come on, Fred," she whispered teasingly in his ear. "I thought we were 
both going to calm ourselves down." She began nibbling on his earlobe 
and stroking the back of his neck at the same time. "Let's go into the 
bedroom. We could both use some recreation."

"Don't try to brown-nose me," he snorted. "You're going to do what you 
want no matter what I say, aren't you? For God's sake, Dinah, I don't 
see why you want a job--especially working in Tomley's office. He's 
liable to chase you around the desk all day."

Even with his anger at a pretty high pitch, Fred felt himself 
responding automatically as his wife snaked her tongue teasingly in his 
ear, sending ripples of excitement through his body.

"Knock it off, damn it, you're trying to butter me up."

Fully aware of how he was responding, Dinah dropped her hand to his lap 
and let it rest on the hard bulge that was already swelling inside his 
trousers. In truth, she felt a little squeamish about taking the 
initiative and touching him there, but she felt she ought to do 
something a little extra to assuage his temper.

Only once before had she gotten him really angry with her, but once was 
enough. The incident took place about three weeks after they'd been 
married. All along, she'd been thinking that she had adjusted very well 
to the idea of sex, despite the fact that she'd been a virgin until 
their wedding night. During their honeymoon in the Pocono mountains of 
Pennsylvania he had gently penetrated her hymen and gradually showed 
her the pleasures of love without frightening her. For the most part 
she'd been willing to learn, enthusiastic about the new things which 
she'd only heard before and which now were actually happening to her. 
Despite her willingness, though, she'd been shocked several times at 
some of the perverted things he suggested. To his credit, he had never 
pressed her until that certain night three weeks after they'd been 
married and had moved into an apartment on the University campus.

That evening he returned late carrying a gift-wrapped package which he 
presented to her with a smile on his face.

"Fred, what is it?" she asked, completely taken by surprise.

"Go ahead, open it. You'll see."

The minute she opened the box, however, her face fell. It was a lacy 
black nightgown so sheer it was practically invisible. She laughed at 
first, thinking it was some sort of joke gift, but when he pressed her 
to wear it that night, she realized he wasn't kidding at all. She grew 
angry, then tearful.

"How can you possibly want me to wear something like this? It looks 
like something a whore would wear."

"Oh for Pete's sake, Dinah, don't be such a puritan. Go ahead, try 
something different for a change."

"I won't, I refuse!" the outraged red-headed wife protested, hurling 
the garment back in the box and stomping off to the bedroom. As for 
Fred, he had simply slammed the door of the apartment and clattered 
down the stairs, not to return until very early in the morning with 
liquor on his breath.

All in all, it had been a disheartening experience for her, and she 
vowed not to anger him like that again. But still, what was she going 
to do--let him take over her life completely? She had to have some 
independence of her own. The very thought that he insisted on her 
wearing that nightgown still rankled her. It would have cheapened her 
for the rest of her life, she was sure of that.

From that time on, there had been little cause for them to quarrel--
except now. Having tasted his anger, though, she was determined to 
avoid a head-on confrontation and go about things more diplomatically. 
And so, setting aside her inhibition she continued to fondle his 
rapidly swelling penis beneath his pants as she perched on the arm of 
his chair. She could tell how much pleasure he was taking from her 
unexpected boldness just from the expression on his face. In response 
to her manipulations his organ was rising to fill her entire palm.

Suddenly, unable to stand her tantalizing caresses any longer, Fred 
pulled her down on top of him and crushed her body against his. She 
could see from the gleam in his eyes that he had already forgotten 
about her rebelliousness, in fact, forgotten about everything except 
the enticing closeness of her body.

"Come here, baby," he groaned playfully, his free hand reaching around 
in back of her legs and sliding slowly up the curve of her thigh.

"Ummmmh," Dinah moaned in his ear, jerking slightly from the intimate 
tickling sensation. She was extremely sensitive along the back of her 
upper thighs and Fred knew it. He was purposely teasing her, but still 
she could feel tiny goose bumps welling under his fingers.

Fred, for his part, grinned wickedly from his sitting position and 
continued to play his fingers over his wife's long naked legs, pushing 
his hand all the way up under her mini-skirt to brush his fingers over 
her vaginal mound, so tightly sheathed in her silken panties. Above 
him, the excited young red-headed wife was squirming with pleasure, and 
her full, sensuous lips were parted in anticipation. Screw the job, he 
thought to himself. If she wanted a job so damn badly, she could have 
it. It was her delectable body that counted now. As his outstretched 
middle finger nudged under the elastic legband of her panties, she 
squirmed as if to protest but didn't move away.

"Sweetheart, I'm gonna fuck you really nice," he breathed, his finger 
beginning to rub teasingly around the hairlined lips of her wildly 
throbbing vagina beneath her panties.

"Yes, yes, Fred," she moaned excitedly. "I want you too." Her eyes were 
closed tightly shut, her hips grinding down hungrily against his, and 
even his foul language did not put her off this time, as it often did 
before. She wondered where he'd learned to use it, and she knew that he 
must have had sex with other women before they were married. How else 
would he know all the things he did? She just hoped that none of them 
were dirty, or diseased, but no ... he certainly wouldn't do anything 
like that.

She was glad in a way that he was responding to her bold overtures, for 
ever since they'd come to Bay Bridge, he seemed to be devoting all his 
concentration to his research and very little to her. She was afraid 
that even having been married a mere six months they were somehow 
drifting apart from each other in a subtle way, Fred being lured from 
her by his work toward the all-important PhD. Now in the evenings he 
was often too tired or busy with paper work to give her the attention 
she needed, and recently they'd been making love very little. This 
bothered her, not because she felt an overwhelming need to make love, 
but because Fred's ardor for her seemed to have diminished. Was 
familiarity breeding contempt, or at least boredom, she wondered?

To calm the fears that were troubling her, Dinah leaned forward and 
kissed her husband hard on the mouth. He responded by thrusting his 
tongue in between her lips and swirling it around the moist cavern of 
her mouth. Still, a nagging worry gripped her. For some reason his 
responses seemed almost automatic, as though she had just become a 
habit and could no longer truly excite him. Perhaps if she could act 
even bolder, try something new, she would awaken his affection for her. 
Dinah darted her tongue deep between his lips, flicking the tip over 
his teeth and the roof of his mouth.

A second later Fred turned his head away and smiled at his wife. "Why 
don't you take off some of those clothes? It's getting hot in here." 
She nodded silently, unable to reply as his hands glided around her 
thighs and cupped her panty-clad ass-cheeks. Slipping his fingers 
higher, he grasped the frilly elastic waistband and pulled down, 
gliding his fingers over her bare, smoothly curving belly.

Squirming against him, Dinah nibbled his ear, her hands gripping 
tightly at his shirt. Then with a teasing smile playing on her lips, 
she stepped back off the chair, crossed her arms and lifted her sweater 
off her shoulders, her rose-nippled breasts bursting forth into 
freedom. Quickly she unzipped her mini-skirt and stepped out of it. The 
red-haired bride could feel his impatience as she coyly hooked her 
fingers into the waistband of her half-rolled-down panties and 
completed the job, peeling them slowly down over her ripely rounded 
hips and thighs, letting them fall to her ankles and stepping out of 
them at last. Realizing the power of her nubile young body, she slowly 
slid her palms down over the curves of her hips, smiling invitingly at 
her husband. Then, wordlessly, she lay down on the thickly carpeted 
floor, tacitly inviting him with her devilish eyes to join her.

He wasted no time, hurriedly ripping off his pants and shirt, his 
zipper whooshing down, the elastic band of his shorts snapping in his 
eagerness to strip them off.

Dinah could feel her almost uncontrollable excitement growing and 
wiggled her naked buttocks down against the carpet, reveling in the 
powerful effect her licentious actions were having on her husband.

Suddenly Fred was on top of her, his weight pushing her buttocks and 
thighs even deeper into the soft carpet. Dinah felt the tuft of the rug 
scraping the sensitive undersides of her thighs and bringing ripple 
after ripple of lewd delight through her loins.

"Ummmh, you certainly work fast, don't you?" she whispered heatedly in 
his ear.

"Hell, I've been ready for this the last twenty minutes. You sure as 
hell know how to turn on a guy," he said, grinning down at her, his 
hands running feverishly over her ripely straining breasts, then down 
her sides and over her thighs. They moved up again until his fingers 
were pinching at her already erect nipples, causing them to swell up 
into hard little darts of sensitivity until she almost wanted to groan 
from the exquisite pain.

Lifting his head for a moment, Fred ran his eyes over her lushly 
curvaceous body, feasting on what he saw. She still excited him like no 
other woman in the world. In truth, at the beginning he had suspected 
that he might actually be a little bored with the physical aspect of 
their relationship a few months after they were married, but somehow 
she'd managed to hold his interest. Everything about her was designed 
for sex, even that unconsciously sultry face of hers with its full, 
slightly pouting lips and those wide, deep green eyes. He could still 
recall their first meeting and the electrical charges running through 
his body when he laid eyes on her. Like now, the way her mouth was 
slightly open! God, there was nothing more he would have liked to do 
than put his rock-hard cock between her wetly parted lips and have her 
suck him off, but she had been stubborn about some forms of sex from 
the beginning and was stubborn even now that they were man and wife. 
He'd gone so far as to suggest oral sex once or twice, but she had 
simply shuddered with revulsion and loathing. In spite of this 
disappointment, he had to admit she was coming along, learning more and 
more about lovemaking each day under his tutelage. His gaze drifted 
down to her softly curling pussy-hair, all coppery-colored and glinting 
in the light, that covered the smooth triangle of her loins. He could 
see the pink succulent flesh of her pussy moistly gleaming from the 
excited secretions of passion which had already formed on her cunt 
lips. Maybe there would be a breakthrough today. Maybe he could 
convince her to try something new and different. After all, she seemed 
to be bolder than usual only a short time ago when she had grabbed his 
cock and begun massaging it. Who knows? Maybe he might turn her into a 
completely uninhibited mistress after all.

Without warning, Fred slid down between her open legs and suddenly, on 
an impulse, clamped his hungrily watering mouth over her squirming 
vaginal mound, his tongue licked forward in between the wet inviting 
crease of her hotly clasping pussy, his upper lip brushing against the 
erected column of her clitoris. She moaned and suddenly drew her legs 
together.

"No, Fred, no! Please, don't do that." She squirmed and tried to push 
him away, her tone becoming desperate, as though she realized she had 
teased him too much. She hadn't meant for him to go this far ... oh 
God! It just wasn't right. "Fred, don't kiss me there, please."

There was no use trying to resist her. He knew Dinah would just panic 
and push him away, and that would ruin everything. He had to take 
things easy, he realized, and furthermore, even though the sensually 
enticing redhead had been giving him a strong come-on, this obviously 
wasn't the right time to push matters. Damn, how could she have such a 
ripely inviting body and be so afraid of sex at the same time? It was 
enough to drive him nuts. If only she could understand the wide 
wonderful variety of sexual pleasures that were available, things would 
be so much better. If only once she would let herself go and allow him 
to stick his tongue up inside the sweet moisture of her tight little 
cunt! He wanted to see her lose that haughty pride of hers and just cut 
loose, writhing and squealing in ecstasy as he tongue-fucked her with 
all his might. He wanted to see her parting those full pouting lips and 
sucking his cock deep into her throat, gurgling with pleasure as he 
began a slow rhythmic fucking motion in and out of her mouth. But no, 
it was all just a dream. She would never do any of it.

As his imagination ran away into wild erotic fantasies, he could feel 
her naked belly grinding in impatience up against his pelvis, searching 
for his thickly bulging penis, which was rubbing against her navel.

"Oh sweetheart, I want you ... I want you so much," she moaned 
passionately, her eyes clenched tightly shut. "Do it to me now!"

"Yes, I want you too," he whispered, but it was almost mechanical. He 
wished his daydreams could come true, that she would indulge in the 
wild, wanton things he wanted her to do, but he knew it would end up 
the same as it always had been ... the same un-original, traditional 
sex.

"What's the matter? Is there something wrong?" she asked softly, a 
touch of hurt in her eyes.

"No, nothing," he said flatly. "Nothing's wrong."

Dinah began to respond more fervently now, her hips bobbing up against 
his throbbing maleness. "Please, do it, stick in inside me," she 
murmured throatily. "I need it ... please."

Maybe she did need it after all, he thought. She certainly sounded 
convincing, and he could feel a surge of renewed excitement speeding 
through his loins. Her tremulous plea sent his long hard cock 
throbbing, aching to penetrate the soft warm depths of her tightly 
clasping pussy.

Dinah writhed up against him as she grasped his rock-hard buttocks and 
pulled him tighter against her naked body. Blushing, she reached down 
between them and grasped his rigidly pulsating penis. Slowly, 
tantalizingly, she slid her fingers up and down on it, feeling the 
virile organ respond to her tender ministrations, growing thicker and 
more bulbous with each rhythmic pull she made. Carefully she guided it 
to the gaping lips of her wetly quivering cunt.

"Now, now!" she begged.

In answer to her plea he lunged his hips suddenly forward, thrusting 
the lust-swollen shaft into her wetly heated vagina.

"Oooooh, oh, oh!" she gasped, her body jerking as she thrust her pelvis 
upward in unrestrained eagerness to meet his lust-thickening shaft of 
flesh. His pulsating cock slammed up into the very depths of her 
vagina, and when its mushroomed head scraped across her cervix, she 
trembled from head to toe as wildly ecstatic sensations surged all 
through her body. She could feel her hotly quivering pussy growing 
wetter each second as he rammed up into her, and his sperm-bloated 
testicles slammed against her churning buttocks. Dinah squealed in lewd 
delight as he withdrew, and then with a twitch of his hips thrust in 
again, grinding against her in a savage rhythm as his teeth nipped at 
the flesh of her neck. She strained to meet each pounding thrust, 
mewling and groaning in rapturous desire as his buttocks flexed and 
hollowed to drive his thick rigid hardness up into her liquid heat. Her 
pussy lips clasped frantically around his penis and her deeper vaginal 
muscles rippled in an effort to pull it further up into her belly.

"Ugggggh, ummmh," she cried. "Yes, yes, it's beautiful." Her head 
twisted on the carpet from side to side, her long red tresses sweeping 
against the thick, shaggy carpet in rhythm to the buffeting of her 
body. Her mind was lost in dizzying spirals of ecstasy, and her legs 
opened and closed around his hips as she bucked and churned beneath 
him, arching her body upward so that she could suck his rigidly 
thrusting cock deeper inside her vagina. She let herself go in total 
abandon and for the moment had become a wild animal desiring nothing 
but to be fucked by his long hard penis. God, how badly she wanted its 
pulsating thickness deeper and deeper inside her.

Fred looked down at his wife and she writhed and churned on the floor, 
moaning and wailing, her head flailing from side to side in wanton 
abandon. Her lips were moistly parted and she was chanting savage 
grunts as he fucked in and out of her clasping young pussy. His tempo 
increased as she dug her heels into the small of his back to spur him 
on. Sensing that she was rapidly approaching climax, he dug his 
fingernails into the soft flesh of her buttocks and squeezed with all 
his might, bringing savage wails of pleasure-pain from her lips. He 
thrust deeper and harder, his muscles tensing, his huge organ bulging 
and flexing inside her tight little cunt.

"Harder, harder, baby!" he urged, slamming into her. "Shake it, move 
your ass, you bitch!"

The cruel shock of his vulgar words nearly halted her orgasm, but she 
had gone too far already ... the only thing that mattered was her 
husband's deliciously throbbing penis planted deep in between her legs. 
She felt like an animal now, a savage animal who cared about nothing 
except being fucked.

"OOOOOOOOH, unnnnnnghhh!" she wailed as loud sucking noises emanated 
from her hotly skewered pussy with each powerful thrust of this thick 
rigid cock up into her vaginal passage. She could hear his sperm-laden 
balls smacking against her nakedly quivering buttocks, and they felt as 
though they were weighted with lead. Finally, it was too much to bear, 
and she could feel herself collapsing before his masculine onslaught, 
her mind reeling and spinning from the overpowering sensations that 
were invading her body.

Her body began to shudder and shake, she groaned and trembled, her legs 
jackknifing up and out, her feet pointed up toward the ceiling.

"Y-yesss, Oh God, yesss, fuck me!" she sputtered, the vulgar word 
escaping involuntarily from her lips. "Oh ... oh God! I'm cumming!"

Feeling his wife straining with all her might toward orgasm, Fred 
jerked and thrust his body against hers, his burgeoning cock burrowing 
deeper and deeper into the tightly clasping warmth of her vagina, 
flexing and pulsing in mad spasms of uncontrollable lust. He couldn't 
hold it any longer. His body shuddered, and suddenly the hot boiling 
sperm stored in his cum-filled testicles rocketed out from the swollen 
tip of his penis deep into the wet heat of her tight young cunt. His 
fingernails raked her nakedly twisting ass-cheeks, his belly slapped 
with a leathery thud against hers, and his face contorted into a mask 
of savage desire. With a groan his cum rocketed into her belly like 
sharp bursts of machine gun bullets, making her writhe and twitch 
beneath him.

And almost as suddenly as it had begun it was over. The two of them lay 
quietly, silently, on the carpet, their sweat-streaked bodies 
trembling, their chests heaving as they gasped for breath. Finally 
Dinah opened her eyes and looked up at him with a broad contented smile 
on her face.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she purred. "Oh Fred. I love you so much."

Yeah, it was nice all right, he thought. But it would have been so much 
better if she had just let me try something new, if she would just let 
herself relax and accept what I was willing to do for her. His 
returning annoyance grew quickly to anger as he thought about his 
wife's selfishness and narrow-minded prudery.

"I ... I'd better get up now," he heard her say. "I should start making 
dinner."

"Screw dinner," he growled with a savagery that surprised even himself. 
"We just started our fucking contest!"

For once he wished she would think about him instead of dinner, a job, 
or whatever else was bugging her. He wished she would just relax and 
enjoy sex to the fullest. All right, he admitted to himself, he wanted 
a good wife, but at the same time, he wanted a wife who could really 
get into the pleasures of sex and not just pretend that she was 
interested. It's just my luck, he thought, to end up with an incredibly 
sexy woman who doesn't seem to give a damn about sex, who can take it 
or leave it as she pleases.

His limp cock was still lodged in her moist warm vagina and he could 
feel the tender little lips of her pussy rubbing against its base as he 
rearranged himself on top of her. Hell, with a little bit of 
excitement, he could give it to her again, and even now he could feel 
it beginning to twitch as it began to rejuvenate itself. His 
frustration at her seeming lack of interest even seemed to help it 
along. Hell, he was going to give it to her once again just to prove 
who was boss, and it didn't matter whether she liked it or not. 
Suddenly he raised up his hips and slammed into her, feeling his cock 
responding almost immediately. It grew slightly harder, awakening to 
the spasmic twitching of her cunt lips.

Dinah gasped as her breath escaped from her chest with the unexpected 
thrust. She could feel the heated moisture of their orgasms already 
leaking out of her vagina, around her husband's cock and down the sides 
of her thighs. How could he want to make love to her again, she 
wondered? She must have worked him up to a fever pitch.

Her thoughts were disrupted, however, as his penis began to swell up to 
its former size and slip easily in and out of the rubbery wetness of 
her vagina. She knew he was using her like a cheap slut, but in truth 
she was consumed with a burning hunger for his penis. God, how she 
wanted him!

Fred, for his part, felt himself growing more annoyed by the second as 
he saw his wife responding to the thrusts of his resurrected organ. He 
had meant to punish her, but it wasn't working the way he'd expected. 
She was actually enjoying it. She actually wanted him to fuck her 
again! Christ, he wished he could stick his cock in her mouth, forcing 
it down her throat. That would really show her something, but he knew 
it would be futile even now when she was aroused to an abnormal degree. 
He had to make do with what she was offering him, and so, jerking his 
hips, he thrust into her again, venting his anger as he used her body 
as a mere receptacle for his loins.

A cruel little smile played over his lips as he felt his wife straining 
toward orgasm a second time. Pushing harder, he fucked into her in 
complete abandon beneath him ... suddenly he stopped. This was no 
different than it had ever been before.

"W-what's the matter?" she stammered, a confused look in her eyes.

"I'm getting tired of the same old thing," he breathed angrily. "I want 
something new. Turn over."

"W-what do you mean? What do you want?"

"Just turn over," he commanded her. "Do what I say."

She could see he was angry now, and without protest obeyed his order, 
rolling nakedly over on her belly as his hands clamped around and 
raised her buttocks high in the air. She was on her knees helplessly 
held in place, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"Fred, what are you going to do?"

"Just be quiet and stay where you are," he said firmly. "We're going to 
do things my way now."

Staring down at her sensually rounded buttocks, he felt a wave of lust 
sweep over him, reveling in the idea of his young bride kneeling in 
helpless submission before him. He knew she was going to think it would 
be dirty, but so much the better. He was getting tired of her prudish 
outlook on sex.

Dinah cringed as her husband stretched wide the twin mounds of her 
buttocks until she could feel a cool rush of air flowing into the 
crevice. What was he doing? Was he actually going to take her from the 
rear, like an animal? A bitch in heat?

"Fred, no!" she pleaded, trying to squirm away, but his hands on her 
hips held her tightly in place. She tried to bring her legs together, 
but his knees were in between them, forcing his will upon her.

"Relax, goddamnit," he hissed at her. "I'm going to slide it in nice 
and easy."

He moved forward, guiding his cock into the moistened entrance of her 
hairlined cunt with thumb and forefinger, until his belly was up 
against her buttocks.

"N-no. No, Fred!" she cried as she felt the blunt-tipped staff of flesh 
suddenly ram up inside her, sliding powerfully forward until it scraped 
against her cervix. He'd never gone this far inside her before ... it 
was too much! She couldn't stand it.

But the outraged young husband's strength was overpowering, and his 
thumbs pried her naked ass-cheeks wider and wider apart as he jerked 
his cock inside her hotly throbbing cunt. Her struggles only seemed to 
excite him more as her vaginal muscles involuntarily clasped and 
unclasped around the throbbing organ which bulged and grew inside her 
like an organism with a life of its own.

Her humiliation was beyond belief. She was kneeling before him like a 
servile slave, cringing and submitting to his depraved desires. Her 
face was flushed, her lush red hair swept over her back and shoulders 
as her head bobbed from side to side. Her arms strained against the 
carpet as she tried to support herself from the cruel thrusts he was 
making into her belly. It was vile, obscene, but there was no way to 
escape. Oh God! What had come over him? Why was her own husband doing 
this to her?

Behind her, Fred's eyes gleamed with wanton desire as he watched his 
wetly glistening penis disappear into the heated depths of her cringing 
little cunt. His excitement mounted, his body was alive and tense with 
savage feeling, his muscles quivering as he strained to give her the 
fucking of her life. The ragged pink edges of her vaginal lips clung to 
his thick shaft on the outstroke and then it disappeared back inside 
the hair-lined little opening as he rammed hard into her, bringing 
cries of impassioned ecstasy from her throat. His balls were aching and 
crying out for relief, and his hips slammed tight against her wildly 
churning buttocks, jerking her forward as his hands gripped the soft 
flesh of her hips, holding her fast to his loins.

Bending forward over her, he reached down and seized her heavily 
swaying breasts, cupping and squeezing their soft warm resiliency in 
his hands until he brought cries of protest from her throat. Goddamn, 
she was a sexy little bitch and he wanted to pump his sperm as far up 
into her belly as it could go. He pulled her back tight against him as 
he pistoned his pulsating hardness inside her tight cunt passage. He 
was almost there as he began bucking and thrusting like a stallion now, 
gritting his teeth together, his face grimacing as low moans of 
anguished pleasure burst from his throat.

Dinah was whining and mewling before him, but he couldn't think about 
whether he was hurting her now or not. His mind had been taken over 
completely by his body, and he was a naked animal jerking and humping 
with an instinctive passion below the ripe white buttocks before him.

In spite of her shame and humiliation, Dinah could feel him penetrating 
deeper and deeper into the innermost regions of her cunt, making her 
whole body twitch and throb with an uncontrollable passion. She moaned 
and babbled, shaking her head from side to side, grinding her hands 
into the carpet. Her buttocks bucked back against his groin, her 
stomach trembled, and she let her legs slide wider and wider apart. It 
will be over soon, she kept telling herself ... all the pain and 
humiliation will be gone. But still she could feel tremulous jolts of 
pleasure coursing all through every nerve ending, and the horrible 
thought came to her that she was actually enjoying being used as a 
slut.

He was fucking faster and faster, his huge male organ throbbing and 
jerking, and suddenly he threw his head back, uttering a deep, 
desperate groan as his penis flexed and began spitting long hot jets of 
cum into the kneeling young wife's hotly clasping pussy. She jerked and 
twisted her ass-cheeks in teasingly rotating circles, trying to capture 
every last ounce of sperm that he was pumping into her. Her buttocks 
slammed against his stomach as he rocketed hot quick shots of cum far 
up inside her.

"Whew!" he breathed finally. "That was wild. Jesus, that was wild."

Dinah collapsed on the carpet flat on her stomach, trying to gather her 
scattered thoughts. Her breasts and nipples ached from the intensity of 
her husband's manipulations, and her vagina throbbed from his 
battering-ram thrusts. Though not really angry, she was puzzled by her 
husband's insensitive animalistic treatment of her, and especially by 
the fact that he seemed to have enjoyed what he had done. But how could 
she protest? She was his wife, and it was her duty to please him. 
Still, it was unfair of him to force her to do something that she felt 
was dirty, even immoral. Had he really been so bored with her that he 
had to insist on perverted things like what he had just done?

She turned over on her back, lying alongside him.

"Fred ... why did you want me to do it that way?"

Her husband grinned contentedly.

"We just needed something different, that's all. Variety's the spice of 
life, isn't it?"

He glided his hand along the curve of her lips one last time, letting 
it linger for a moment, and then he got up and headed into the 
bathroom. So, he really was bored with her, she said to herself. She 
felt miserable now, being blatantly used as a sex object and then being 
told that all along she'd been inadequate for his needs. God, what 
would he make her do next?

Wearily she pondered her disillusionment with her husband and then let 
herself drift off to sleep on the soft comfortable rug.



Chapter 2


Dinah could barely conceal her nervousness as she stood in the hallway 
of the Benton Research Center and knocked timidly on the door marked 
"Director." Around her, trim-looking research workers in white coats 
and carrying clipboards were busily scurrying to and fro with 
purposeful expressions on their faces. It was nearly nine, time for her 
rendezvous with Dr. Ralph Tomley, and she certainly hoped he wouldn't 
have forgotten about it. Why should he, though, Dinah wondered. After 
all, she had called him the previous day and he seemed quite enthused 
about her coming to work for him.

As she looked at the efficient, crisp-looking people passing by, she 
felt somewhat out of place and yet anxious to be a part of their world. 
After all, she had been an honors student in biology and was perfectly 
capable of getting a Master's degree herself. Who knows, she thought, 
maybe this job might lead somewhere, even if it was just an 
administrative position.

"Well, hello there, Mrs. Peterson," a deep voice boomed from behind 
her. "I see you're right on schedule."

Spinning around, she nearly crashed into the broad, imposing figure of 
Dr. Ralph Tomley, who greeted her with a rugged smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You startled me. I thought you would be inside your 
office."

"I was just heading there," he said jovially, swinging the door open 
and letting her enter. She went in halfway, waiting for him to follow, 
but for some reason he lingered right where he was, and in a second, 
Dinah could see why. He was gazing at a tall shapely female researcher 
heading down the corridor in his direction.

The girl was wearing dark-frame glasses and her dark hair was tied back 
in a bun. As she passed in front of the director, Ralph Tomley reached 
out and grasped one of her buttocks, a playful grin on his face. Dinah 
was startled that the director of the Benton Institute would do 
something like that, but she was even more startled, when the girl 
turned around and chuckled playfully.

"Doctor, not this early in the morning."

"I always like a little desert before I eat breakfast," he grinned, and 
then turned to usher Dinah inside.

"Wonderful girl," Tomley said appreciatively as he strode over to his 
desk, oblivious to the shocked look on Dinah's face. "She's got a body 
like a call girl and a brain like Einstein."

My God, Dinah thought, maybe I have made a mistake. Maybe Fred was 
right about Tomley being an old lecher who would chase me around the 
desk all day. How could a responsible scientist be so intimate with one 
of his researchers? It just wasn't right.

"For goodness sake, dear lady. Sit down," Tomley chided her as she 
stood nervously in front of his desk.

"Y-yes sir," she stammered, still confused, but immediately obeying his 
order.

"Don't call me sir and don't call me doctor," he insisted. "Call me 
Ralph and I'll call you Dinah. We're all on a first name basis here."

"Yes, Doctor ... I mean, Ralph."

"Good, that's much better. Now tell me something. How long have you 
been married to that husband of yours?"

"Six months," she replied to the unexpected question.

"Humph. Does he service you well?"

Service me well? ... what in the world did he mean by that, Dinah asked 
herself in shocked surprise. Is he asking me to tell him about the 
intimacies of my sex life? And yet she could see he wasn't just making 
some sort of crude joke. He fully expected an answer.

"I ... I don't know what you mean."

"Come, come, you know exactly what I mean. It's just a clinical 
question. Do you know what we do at the Benton Research Institute all 
day? We watch fish and crabs having intercourse with each other. It's a 
nice change to talk about people doing it once in a while."

Dinah's mouth gaped open as she tried to convince herself she was not 
living in a dream. It was too incredible to be true that a respected 
scientist whom she'd only met once would be asking her questions about 
her sex life. She could feel a hot blush rising to her cheeks as he 
stared at her without the slightest trace of embarrassment.

"Never mind," he said finally. "I can see you're the prudish type."

The young redhead stammered without saying anything and squirmed 
uncomfortably in her chair. Ralph Tomley's eyes were burning into her 
like hot coals, raking lewdly over her body as though trying to 
penetrate her clothing. For a moment she felt like rising from her 
chair and suddenly running from the room, but a kind of weird 
fascination took hold of her. She felt herself falling into the grip of 
the director's presence, tiny pleasant sensations welling in her body 
just from the prurient way he was staring at her.

"Relax," Tomley said at last. "I always make jokes. I just wanted to 
break the ice. Can't stand formality, damn it."

What kind of game was he playing, she wondered. His lecherous gaze of a 
moment ago had simply disappeared and now he was sporting a kind, 
fatherly look on his face. He seemed so calm and self-possessed it was 
difficult to believe he had asked her such a shocking question just a 
moment ago.

"I'm sorry," she apologized. "You just caught me off guard, that's 
all."

"Oh now, don't worry about it. We'll start you working right away, and 
then you'll get into the swing of things. Your desk is right over 
there."

Dinah twisted around and peered over her shoulder at a small typing 
desk in one corner of the room. An electric IBM typewriter stood on it, 
but otherwise it was clear.

"To begin with, you'll be doing mostly my correspondence and filing, 
and then as you familiarize yourself with how things run I'll give you 
more responsibilities. My last secretary left rather abruptly, so I 
suggest you clean out the desk first thing. After that, there are some 
letters to be typed ... they're in my out basket. Okay, you have enough 
to do for a while. I should be back shortly."

Briskly, Tomley rose from his desk, waved goodbye and headed out the 
door, leaving Dinah to breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God, he had a 
normal side to him after all. But still, he was certainly an eccentric. 
Undoubtedly he was just a harmless middle-aged man who enjoyed engaging 
in flirtation with his female staff, something that could prove 
annoying, though it certainly wasn't dangerous, she reassured herself.

Still recovering from her shock, Dinah lingered for a moment in the 
chair by the desk. She tried to think of something pleasant to calm her 
nerves, but the only thing that came to her mind was the memory of the 
previous weekend, when she and Fred had made love so beautifully at 
first and then he had taken her from the rear with blind disregard for 
her feelings. After he'd done it, she began to think that perhaps it 
wasn't really wrong after all and the next time she would force herself 
to actually enjoy it.

That very same night, though, he'd done something that completely put 
her off. Shortly after dinner, when she was still bruised and aching 
from his manhandling, he had tried to make her suck and kiss his penis 
in spite of her protests. Even now the very thought of something that 
disgusting and degrading made her feel sick in the stomach. She hadn't 
done it, of course. She had fought and protested every inch of the way 
and finally blown up at him, which didn't do any good either, because 
he grew angry in turn and began calling her a frigid bitch. Now he was 
sulking, giving her the cold shoulder, but what did it matter? She 
wasn't going to act like a common slut for him or anyone else. There 
were certain principles she just wasn't going to sacrifice to satisfy 
her husband's male animal needs. He would just have to learn how to 
control himself, and that was that.

It was time to stop brooding, she told herself, and get to work, and so 
she headed over to the typing desk, sliding into the swivel chair and 
pulling open the top drawer. Sorting through the contents, she found 
pads, pencils, paper clips, and other sundry equipment which made the 
previous secretary's presence still very much in evidence. She must 
have really left in a hurry, Dinah thought, as she found a makeup 
compact and a half-full pack of cigarettes.

After cleaning and rearranging the drawer, she went on to the next one, 
finding it completely empty except for an unsealed manila envelope. 
There was no name on it, and it didn't appear to be anyone's private 
property, so out of curiosity she bent back the metal clasp and opened 
it.

A packet of full color photographic prints slid out and spilled over 
the desk, much to her surprise. She knew now they were none of her 
business, but she couldn't help looking at them, and when she did the 
sight nearly blew her mind. She gasped in horror as she stared at the 
top print, feeling her heart pounding in her throat. There in perfect 
focus and brilliant color was a photograph of a man and a woman locked 
in a lewd vile embrace. They were sprawled out on a bed with the 
woman's head in between the man's legs and her lips locked around his 
big swollen penis. The man for his part, had likewise buried his head 
between her thighs and obviously had his mouth on her vagina.

"Oh God," she gasped as her eyes dwelled on the expression on the 
woman's face. She was actually enjoying what she was doing. Her eyes 
glowed with rapture, her face was twisted in a lewd grimace of 
abandoned frenzy. It was sick, disgusting! It almost made her want to 
throw up, and quickly she gathered up the photos and slipped them back 
into the envelope. But what would she do with it? She couldn't throw it 
away, because after all it was someone else's private property, and she 
certainly wasn't going to mention the matter to Ralph Tomley. No, the 
only thing to do was to leave the envelope with its filthy contents 
right where it was. She certainly hadn't put it there to begin with, 
and there was no way she could be held responsible.

She was just about to place the envelope back in the drawer when a kind 
of perverse curiosity overcame her. She had no idea what was behind it, 
but she found herself reopening the clasp once again, as though her 
hands were being maneuvered by some sinister, invisible force.

Her fingers trembling, she set the first photo aside and fixed her eyes 
on the second one in the series. The same girl was now crouching on the 
floor between the wide-splayed legs of the man, who was sitting on the 
edge of the bed. Her mouth was tightly wrapped around his thickly 
protruding cock, and her fingers were cupping his testicles. The 
expression on her face was taut and intense, and it looked as though 
she was in the process of actually swallowing the sperm-inflated organ.

Dinah closed her eyes tightly shut as her body trembled with strange 
sensations. She knew the photos were lewd and disgusting, but somehow 
they were making her loins and belly churn, sending charges of 
excitement to the farthest reaches of her fingertips. It was almost as 
though Fred and she were in bed together making love.

I can't look at these, she told herself, trying to avert her eyes. Her 
conscience screamed at her, telling her to throw the photos away, but 
her hands merely trembled, as though locked in some sort of weird 
paralysis. She glanced up at the door to see if anyone might be coming, 
but it was safe, and though she knew it was wrong, continued to 
hurriedly flip through the rest. The lewd vile positions that she saw 
filled her with loathing and quivering excitement at the same time. The 
woman was contorted in strange positions, sometimes being violated by 
two and three men. God, it was sick. Who in the world would keep photos 
like this in his desk? Had the former secretary been some sort of 
pervert or had Ralph Tomley planted these photos there, as a strange 
practical joke? If so, he certainly had an offbeat sense of humor, and 
he was a man she would always have to be on her guard against.

The last photo was the most shocking, and she dwelled on it longer than 
the others. It showed the woman with her legs spread wide on the bed, 
her head tilted back, and a rapturous expression on her face. Her 
fingers were lodged tightly inside her vagina as she attempted to 
satisfy herself without a man, and for some reason Dinah found this 
spectacle more perverted than the others.

It was a good thing there was no one in the office at the moment, 
because she could feel her excitement mounting by the second. 
Mesmerized by the lewd photographs, she found her hand involuntarily 
moving up toward her left breast. She began squeezing it in a gentle 
sensual rhythm until her nipple swelled in response, and then, though 
she hardly knew what she was doing, her free hand slipped under her 
skirt and up in between her thighs so that her fingertips were brushing 
tantalizingly against her silken panty crotchband. Trembling with 
anticipation, she slipped the legband aside and made contact with her 
finger against her slightly moistened cunt lips. My God, what am I 
doing? she suddenly said to herself as she realized what was happening. 
She had been so carried away that she was unconsciously mimicking the 
action of the woman in the last snapshot.

Abruptly she sat straight in her chair and came to again, having heard 
noises in the outside hallway. Fortunately, no one seemed headed toward 
the office, and she breathed a sigh of relief. Thank God she'd caught 
herself. There was no telling what she might have done. Shuddering at 
the depraved horror of what had almost happened, she gathered up the 
photographs once again, slipped them back in the envelope, and once the 
envelope was in the drawer, slammed it tightly shut. Perhaps Fred had 
been right after all. Perhaps she should have just contented herself 
with staying at home and being a good wife.

*   *   *

An hour or so later the director returned with a man who identified 
himself as an executive with a large philanthropic foundation, a 
foundation which had supplied a good deal of money to the Benton 
Research Center to finance its scientific projects. By now she'd 
finished the letters Tomley had requested her to do and had managed to 
still the unaccustomed sexual sensations that had welled inside her as 
she viewed the lewd photographs.

During the wait for his return she'd asked herself over and over again 
whether she should bring up anything concerning the photos, but after a 
long battle with her conscience had come to the conclusion that it was 
better not to. Tomley might just laugh at her, and even worse, word 
might somehow spread through the office grapevine to her husband.

In fact, she'd even resolved not to tell Fred about what she'd 
discovered. The way he was acting lately, he might even probe her on 
the subject and then suggest they try to duplicate some of the poses 
she'd seen. No, she wouldn't put it past him at all. This was one 
incident she was going to keep entirely to herself....

The man from the foundation and Tomley had seated themselves around his 
desk and began their conversation in low tones, which led Dinah to 
think that maybe they wanted to speak privately.

"Excuse me, Dr. Tomley," she said politely, spinning around in her 
swivel chair. "Would you like me to come back in a couple of minutes?"

The director looked up at her, a wide grin crossing his face. "Why 
don't you go down to the canteen and bring a couple of cups of coffee 
back?" he said jovially, winking at her.

"Yes, sir," Dinah replied, embarrassed at being reduced to the status 
of a servant. Why did she have to get coffee just because she was a 
woman? Well, she couldn't protest about it now in the presence of a 
visitor on her first day on the job, but she was determined to mention 
it sometime to the arrogant scientist.

The canteen, which was down the corridor, was actually a cluster of 
vending machines, and five minutes later, Dinah returned with two 
plastic containers of coffee. Just as she was about to tap on the door 
with her foot, she could hear loud guffaws booming inside the office. 
The laughter was raucous, almost as if the two men had been exchanging 
dirty jokes, and motivated by curiosity, she lingered outside the door 
trying to overhear what they were saying. The more she knew about Ralph 
Tomley, the better it would be, she told herself. He was certainly a 
strange individual who seemed to have multiple sides to his 
personality.

"So what happened then?" she heard Tomley bellowing with delight. The 
voice broke into loud chuckles, then continued. "No, I can't believe 
it."

"Ralph, you know I wouldn't tell you a lie," the other man cackled. 
"Hell, I walked right in on them. He had that hot little bitch spread 
right out on the floor of his office, and by God was he giving it to 
her. He was fucking her like a stallion. Right during office hours with 
me standing there looking at the both of them."

"Well, it looks like you people have some fun up there in New York, but 
I still say it can't compare to down here. Hell, I had two new 
researchers in here sucking me off just last week--right here in my 
office."

"Chrissake, Ralph, you don't slow down at all," the other man laughed 
loudly.

Dinah's eyes were wide with disgust and horror. So Tomley really was a 
lecher after all, the proof being in what she'd just heard. And the 
other man--a representative of a philanthropic foundation--was no 
better. They were both vile, lewd people laughing and guffawing at 
incredibly sick things. What was the world coming to anyway? Her mind 
was made up now, for no matter how important the idea of having a job 
was to her, she just couldn't stay here any longer.

In fact, she didn't even want to face those two men at all now, or even 
later. She just couldn't walk in and pretend that she hadn't heard 
anything, pretend that she was just a dumb secretary who should be 
content with serving coffee and not keeping her ears open at all.

Just as she was about to turn away from the door, however, she could 
hear the director's voice again.

"Hell," he snorted. "People think scientific research institutes are 
dull sterile places. If they could ever see what goes on here at 
Benton, they'd sure as hell change their minds quick. Those young 
broads with their Master's degrees are the horniest females I've ever 
seen."

"Ralph, you make me envious," the other man said, and once again the 
voices in the room broke out into a chorus of laughter.

"Come to think of it, Bill. It's not only our budding young female 
scientists who turn me on. Hell, I just hired a young secretary today, 
and damn, you should see her body. She's built like a brick shithouse, 
but she's as uptight as they come. She'll come around, though. Believe 
me. It'll take a little bit of work but she'll come around just like 
they all do."

Dinah recoiled from the door as she heard these last words and nearly 
spilled the coffee on the corridor floor. Could she really believe what 
she was hearing? Was Ralph Tomley actually talking about her? What did 
he mean she would come around. So Fred was right after all. Tomley was 
a notorious lecher, not just some kind of flirtatious middle-aged 
jokester. Fred had been right about trying to keep her from taking a 
job at the Center, and now she owed him an apology. Hurrying down the 
hall, she jettisoned the coffee cups in a wastebasket and made straight 
for the laboratory where he was working.



Chapter 3


An hour or so earlier that day Fred had gone to his customary lab, 
which was located adjacent to the staff lounge downstairs and to his 
surprise found that he had company.

"I'm Myra Wilson," the shapely dark-haired girl said, removing her 
glasses and giving him a warm smile.

"Well, what a surprise. I've been getting used to working by myself. 
I'm glad to have some company. What are you working on?"

"The sea bass," she said, pointing at one of the aquariums that was 
built into a wall of the room. Would you like some coffee?"

"Please, thanks."

As the white-coated researcher ambled over to one of the lab tables to 
boil some water over a bunsen burner, Fred's eyes riveted on her ripe 
sensual body. Jesus, she really swung those hips when she walked. And 
to look at her from a distance you would think she was just some sort 
of cold-hearted intellectual bitch, the way she wore her hair tied back 
and those dark frame glasses perched on her nose. She certainly seemed 
friendly enough, Fred thought, but how friendly she was he didn't find 
out until she came back with the coffee and sat down facing him on the 
lone table that spanned the side of the room where the aquariums were 
located.

"It must be like solitary confinement, working in here alone all the 
time," she said, sympathetically, handing over his cup.

He noticed that she had taken her glasses off and crossed her legs with 
a swishing of nylon, the skirts of her lab coat falling away so that he 
got a good glimpse of smoothly attractive thighs. Was he crazy or did 
he sense a kind of impish glint in her eye?

"Don't you ever get ideas from watching those fish mate all the time?" 
she said unexpectedly.

"You mean ideas for my thesis?"

Myra tilted back her head and laughed.

"That wasn't exactly what I meant, but I suppose watching fish in an 
aquarium all day isn't the most stimulating thing in the world."

What did she mean, he wondered. Was it possible that she was flirting 
with him, had come in here on purpose to flirt with him? He watched as 
she casually unbuttoned the top buttons of her coat, revealing a 
magnificent torso in a thin-knit halter top whose neckline drooped low 
enough to reveal a hint of her tantalizing cleavage. Her breasts were 
full, high-set and braless, tiny sharp-pointed nipples nearly bursting 
through the material.

"These lab coats make me feel silly," she said. "We don't really need 
them here, and they make you look so sterile."

Having made this announcement she slipped out of the white garment, 
stretching one leg out to support herself on the floor as she twisted 
her body. Fred's mouth fell agape as her short little skirt rode up 
above the level of her stocking garters, revealing a triangular expanse 
of silken panty material nestled between her thighs.

God almighty, she had to know he was sitting there looking up in 
between her legs, and yet she didn't seem the least self-conscious 
about it. She even seemed to be taking an extra long time to get out of 
her lab coat. Whether this was part of the mating ritual of the 
scientific researcher, he wasn't sure, but he knew that his biological 
systems were operating smoothly, because he could feel his cock 
burgeoning in his pants. Jesus, she was a tempting piece, and she 
certainly knew how to put on the tease. What a pleasant surprise to see 
her here!

"I haven't seen you down here before, although I've certainly seen you 
around," he said, trying to find out what her real motivations were.

She sipped her coffee, coyly swinging her legs over the edge of the 
table as though she were sitting on a riverbank.

"That's because I've never been here before. I decided to pay you a 
visit."

She said it with perfect frankness and no trace of embarrassment, which 
completely blew Fred's mind. He could feel a blush rising to his face 
and searched vainly for the right words to say. He had never expected 
to be seduced in the world-renowned Benton Research Center, especially 
by a fellow scientist who just happened to be one of the most 
attractive females he'd ever seen. She was looking straight at him with 
soft eyes, her lips slightly parted as though eager to be kissed, and 
it was driving him absolutely crazy.

Unfortunately at that moment, his thoughts went back to his wife and 
the difficult time they'd had over the weekend, when he had vainly 
tried forcing her to perform oral sex with him. There was nothing dirty 
about sucking your husband's cock, he'd insisted, but of course she'd 
put on her virgin act and fought him all the way. Damn, he was getting 
sick of her childish puritanical views on sex, and what was worse he 
was despairing of ever bringing her around no matter how hard he tried. 
Well, screw her, he thought. This time he was just going to wait it 
out, give her one last chance. No more sweet talk, no more cajoling ... 
he was just going to wait till she came to him. It was going to be one 
hell of a temptation, though, trying to keep his hands off this dark-
haired beauty who had appeared from nowhere and just as much said that 
she wanted to go to bed with him.

He loved Dinah, of course, in spite of her prudishness, but he was 
human after all, and the temptation in front of him now was a powerful 
one. Control yourself, Fred, he said inwardly. It'll just be trouble if 
you get involved with this chick. The Research Center is a small place 
in a small town, and somebody's going to find out about it sooner or 
later.

Just as he had tried to strengthen his resolve with these thoughts, he 
saw Myra Wilson rising from the table and stretching her arms around in 
back of her head to undo the bun in her hair. There was a sultry, 
seductive look on her face, but she did it in complete silence, all the 
while her twinkling dark eyes flashing at him. In a moment her tresses 
spilled free and cascaded over her shoulder as she ran her hands 
lightly through them.

"I look much better this way, don't I?" she said slowly approaching the 
chair where he was sitting.

"You look good anyway," he said and smiled, loosening up for the first 
time.

"Do you really mean that? I hope so, because we can have a wonderful 
time together."

Before he knew what was happening the voluptuous researcher had grasped 
his hand and was leading him over to one of the lab tables. She seated 
herself on the edge, spreading her legs slightly apart and drawing him 
in between them.

"Well, if the fish can do it, why can't we?" she said huskily, making 
his cock leap and throb inside his pants.

"You mean, you want to--"

"Quiet darling, just kiss me."

Fred hardly knew what to think, for by now his senses and all thoughts 
of his wife had deserted him. Bending forward, he grasped her hips and 
suddenly crushed his mouth down on hers, thrusting his tongue into the 
warm moist cavern and being greeted by a passionate suction on her 
part. His restlessly stirring cock bulged and jerked, straining, like a 
wild animal with a life of its own, to burst loose from its confines. 
And as tiny purring murmurs broke from her throat, her legs slithered 
around his hips, her feet locking together against the small of his 
back.

Never in his wildest dreams had he expected anything like this to 
happen. It was too incredible to be true. For days he had been thinking 
of Myra Wilson from a distance as a cold crisp female scientist, but 
now he knew that she was a sex-charged animal who was turning him on 
the way he'd never been turned on before, not even by his own wife.

Suddenly she twisted her mouth away from his, and with her legs still 
locked around him leaned back at an angle, supporting herself with her 
arms behind her. Her luscious stiff-nippled breasts heaved with each 
breath she took, and her long dark hair dangled seductively over her 
shoulders.

"You didn't expect anything like this, did you?" she purred, a sultry 
smile flitting across her face.

"Hell no," he said, barely able to contain his excitement.

"They never do. Well, don't worry. There's more in store for us. I feel 
awfully hot, why don't you lift my top up?"

His hands trembling, the young scientist obeyed, slipping his fingers 
into the waistband of her skirt and slowly gliding the halter top 
upward over the tautly rounded flesh of her belly, slowly, inch by 
tortured inch. The lower curve of her breasts emerged, white and 
voluptuously uplifted and suddenly he knew if he went any further it 
would be all over, there would be no turning back.

"I ... I can't," he stammered weakly. "I'm married. Besides, what would 
happen if somebody caught us in here? Christ we'd lose our jobs."

She did not reply but merely gazed at him, her lips slightly parted and 
glistening, as though silently challenging him to take her. You're not 
going to cop out now, she seemed to be saying, teasing him to go one 
step farther. How could he stop now, how could he possibly, even though 
he knew that his marriage and his PhD might be at stake if someone 
caught them in the act. The battle of his instincts against his 
conscience made him shake and tremble all over now, but finally his 
basest desires got the upper hand, and he rolled the halter top up so 
that it was bunched around her shoulder.

His eyes widened in stunned appreciation as his gaze fixed on her naked 
breasts. They gleamed like warm alabaster and were proudly upthrust 
high on her chest and her nipples were stiff with arousal. She drew him 
deeper in between her stocking-clad thighs. Her skirt had ridden up 
over her hips, revealing her frilly white lace panties and the bulging 
mound of her vagina contained within. Slowly she let her hand glide 
back along the edges of the lab table on either side until she was flat 
on her back, urging him on with her subtle gestures.

"Go on," she whispered. "Touch my breasts, touch them." Locked in her 
legs, his confined cock throbbing against her panty-cloaked loins, he 
bent forward from the hips and began gently running his fingers over 
her nipples. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she mewled with pleasure, 
slowly rolling her head from side to side and squirming her hips so 
that her vagina pressed even harder against the swollen maleness hidden 
in his trousers.

Jesus, he wanted to fuck her right here and now, but he hadn't 
completely lost his mind yet. His wife and his career still meant 
something to him, even though his will power was slowly fading away 
second by frustrating second.

"We ... we can't do it here. It's too dangerous."

In response she began slowly moving her shapely legs up and down along 
his sides, her thigh muscles flexing and unflexing in a slow, sensual 
rhythm.

"We can come back here after work," she said. "It will be perfectly 
safe. No one will see us, of course, unless you don't want to."

His mind was boiling with mad confusion, his conscience and his lust 
tearing at him from both directions, his hands kneading and squeezing 
her soft pliable breasts, kneading them like dough and feeling the 
tight little buttons of her nipples pressing into his palms. Suddenly 
like an animal sensing danger, he jumped back and spun around toward 
the door of the lab.

"What was that noise?" he said nervously. He was positive that he had 
heard something, positive that he'd heard the door click shut.



Chapter 4


Dinah raced through the deserted staff lounge adjoining the lab, 
through the corridors back toward her office on the ground floor, all 
the while fighting back the tears that were threatening to burst from 
her eyes.

She dashed inside and hurriedly seated herself at her desk, which faced 
away from the director's.

"My God, what's wrong with you?" Tomley called out to her in his 
booming voice. "What happened? You said you were bringing us some 
coffee and then you disappeared."

Even though Tomley's voice was powerful, she could barely hear the 
words he was directing at her. Nothing was real now but the shattering 
scene she had witnessed between her husband and the woman in the lab. 
The image of the salacious spectacle bored through her mind like a hot 
firebrand, making her feel weak and dizzy. It couldn't be, it just 
couldn't. That awful woman with her legs wrapped around Fred's back, 
her breasts naked, mewling and grunting, as her husband massaged them 
with a vile, lecherous look on his face. She must be hallucinating! 
Fred could never do a thing like that. It must have been someone else, 
though her eyes had told her differently.

How long had it been going on? How many days had it taken for them to 
build up the intimacy of lovers that she had witnessed in the lab? And 
then a thought struck her. It must have been because of this other 
woman, this free-and-easy libertine that Fred had insisted on her doing 
lewd things to him over the weekend. She had perverted him and aroused 
savage carnal desires in his body. There was something wrong with this 
place, something wrong with everyone in it. For now, mixed up with the 
scene in the laboratory, was what she had overheard earlier--the foul, 
leering conversation between Tomley and the man from the foundation, 
the horrible dirty things they had said. Oh God, what had she gotten 
herself into? What was going to happen to her marriage?

"Dinah, for God's sake, what's wrong with you?" the director demanded 
from behind.

She started at the concerned tone of the older man's voice, which 
brought her suddenly back to reality. She remembered now that she had 
come back to announce that she was quitting immediately, but now 
everything was confused. If she left Fred, she would need a job to 
support herself. She couldn't quit. But no, that wasn't the real reason 
that she had suddenly lost her resolve. The real reason was that out of 
some morbid curiosity she desperately needed to find out who Fred was 
carrying on with and why. She had to discover how it had all happened.

"Dinah?"

The director's hand was on her shoulder; he was standing very close, 
and slowly she turned around to face him, trying to keep herself from 
flying to pieces. She couldn't tell him what was wrong. No, at all cost 
she had to keep the matter to herself. Forcing her voice to be calm she 
replied with only a slight tremor: "It's ... it's nothing. I just felt 
a little sick and didn't want to bother you. I feel much better now."

"Well, that's good. You had me worried for a minute. By the way your 
husband called a minute ago and asked if I'd give you a message. He 
said he'd be working late tonight and to go ahead and eat without him."

She knew exactly what the message meant, of course, and even before 
Tomley had finished the sentence she was sobbing uncontrollably.

Bitter tears rolled down her cheeks, and she didn't resist as the 
brawny director eased her up from her chair and enfolded her in his 
arms.

"Now, now, Dinah. Tell me all about it. It will make you feel better."

As she started to unburden herself she couldn't see the smile of smug 
satisfaction that crossed the director's face. She was convinced that 
his sympathy was genuine and was sorry she had thought such awful 
things about him earlier.

"Don't worry about it anymore," he said. "I'll help you find out for 
yourself exactly what's happening."



Chapter 5


Myra Wilson reentered the lab at five-thirty when the building had 
cleared, catching Fred as he glanced down at his watch.

"I'm here," she said breezily, striding over to him.

"Isn't there some way we could lock the door?" he said nervously.

"My, my, you are a scaredy-cat, aren't you? Don't worry, I took a quick 
look around, and almost everyone's gone. Anyone who's left won't come 
down here, that's for sure."

"What about the janitors?"

Myra chuckled.

"You should know by now, they work early in the mornings. Now just 
relax and let's have a drink."

Efficiently the female researcher reached into the pockets of her lab 
coat and withdrew a flask of whiskey and two paper coffee cups. A 
moment later they were toasting each other.

"I can see you really have no idea what goes on at the Center, do you?" 
she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I'll explain sometime later. We have other things to do now."

After taking a sip of her drink Myra set it down on the lab table and 
slipped out of her white coat, much more quickly than she had done that 
morning. Fred's eyes fixed on her as tremors of nervous fear and 
excitement shot through his body. He felt like a young kid embarking on 
a dangerous adventure, and yet at the same time knew damn well he 
wasn't going to refuse to follow through.

Hell, she'd done such a job of teasing him this morning, he'd been hard 
all day long and could hardly concentrate on his work. His cock right 
now felt like a telephone pole, and his balls were hanging as though 
they'd been stuffed with lead.

"W-where are we going to do it?" he said, trying to keep a grip on 
himself.

"On the lab table of course," she said, smiling mysteriously. "I have a 
thing about lab tables."

Jesus, she was a crazy one, but as far as he was concerned he'd do it 
anywhere with her, even swinging from a trapeze. He wondered what she 
meant about his not knowing what really went on at the Center, but at 
the moment he was too excited to pursue the matter. He just wanted to 
sink his prick into that warmly waiting cunt of hers and damn the 
consequences.

Her hair was down to her shoulders now, and as she leaned against the 
edge of one of the tables, she undid her wide leather belt and let it 
drop to the floor with a clang.

"Why don't you help me?" she whispered. "I love to have men undress 
me."

As she said it, his rapidly awakening cock lurched inside his pants, 
and there was no longer any pretense of trying to keep it under 
control. It was making his pants bulge like a tent. In a flash, his 
fingers were undoing the zipper of her mini-skirt and sliding it down 
over her ripely flaring hips. Ripples of excitement sped through his 
belly as the tiny garment dropped to her feet and she stepped out of 
it. Her slip came next, his thumbs hooking into the resilient waistband 
and giving it a quick downward jerk.

Myra crossed her arms and lifted off her halter top and at the same 
time, Fred wrestled frantically to unsnap her garters and roll her 
nylons down over the smooth cool skin of her legs. She was almost 
completely naked now, clad only in her brief bikini panties, the dark 
triangle of her pussy glimmering through the diaphanous material as she 
leaned back, shaking out her long lustrous hair.

He couldn't stand it anymore. He wanted to fuck her more than he'd ever 
wanted to fuck anyone in his life, and possessed by the driving animal 
need that was sparking his loins, he quickly stripped his clothes off 
and crushed his body against hers.

"Not so fast, we have plenty of time," she said soothingly. "First I 
want you to suck my pussy. You'll like that, won't you?"

Suck it? Jesus Christ, he'd ram his tongue all the way up inside her 
belly.

"This will be much more fun than watching sea bass," she murmured as 
she hopped up on the table, letting her long lithe legs dangle over the 
edge and slowly spreading them apart as Fred instinctively sank to his 
knees. He gripped her knees tightly and then slid his hands over her 
silken thighs until his fingertips were at the elastic of her panty 
waistband. Control yourself, he chided himself inwardly. You've got to 
go slow. If you do it too fast, you're gonna blow everything. All five 
fingers of each hand slid beneath the silk and began rolling it down 
over her hips. His hand grasped her nakedly churning buttocks, raised 
them up slightly, then glided the panties down over her legs. She 
sighed as he pulled them free of her ankles and then reclined so that 
she was lying flat on her back against the cold marble table.

"Suck me," she mewled. "Stick your tongue in my pussy."

He was mesmerized, hypnotized by her command. It was all so unreal that 
he should be urged by a beautiful, wanton woman to suck her pussy in 
the middle of a scientific laboratory. God, he'd never expected that a 
research job could be anything like this, and it was one hell of a 
pleasant surprise. What would Dinah do if she ever found out what was 
happening now? She'd go crazy, she'd go absolutely out of her mind.

His cock was aching and throbbing, the veins stretched, the 
mushroomlike head was bloated and swollen with blood, but he wasn't 
going to stick it in her, not yet, not until he had tongue-fucked her 
so that she was going insane on the table. Gripping her inner thighs 
tightly, he moved deeper in between her legs, suddenly stabbing his 
tongue between the wetly glistening folds of her cunt lips. She jerked, 
a groan of delight tumbling from her throat, and her thighs spasmed 
tight around his temples.

"Oh God yes, eat me, eat my pussy," she pleaded, her whole body 
trembling with eagerness.

*   *   *

Ralph Tomley grinned slightly as he grasped the knob of the door in the 
staff lounge and turned it cautiously. He put his finger to his lips to 
caution the young red-head accompanying him, then motioned her over to 
where he was standing. The door was almost halfway open now, and they 
were both peering into the semi-darkness of the adjoining lab.

By now Dinah was perfectly under control, her green eyes sparkling with 
repressed anger as she scanned the lab, desperately hoping to find 
nothing that would shock her, though she knew something definitely was 
amiss.

"Remember now," the director whispered. "If you see anything, don't get 
hysterical, and don't try to stop them. You'll be sorry if you make a 
fool out of yourself and just barge in there. Besides, it wouldn't do 
to have a scene at the Center. The word might get around somehow."

"Yes, yes, all right," she snapped impatiently in a hoarse whisper, 
gripping the edge of the door tightly with her fingers. It was generous 
of him to help her like this, and she had to appreciate it, no matter 
how painful the situation turned out to be. He'd been so good to her, 
calming her down as she periodically burst into tears during the 
afternoon. But still, it was difficult to control her rising anger, and 
she couldn't help having directed it at him a second ago.

"Over there," Tomley said suddenly, pointing in the direction of one of 
the tables, and immediately Dinah saw them. The salacious sight hit her 
with all the power of a fist in a stomach. Her eyes widened in horror 
as she sighted her naked husband down on his knees in between the 
widespread legs of the loudly groaning woman above him. His hands were 
gripped on her thighs and his head was lewdly bobbing in and out from 
her loins. He was sucking and licking her vagina, obviously going at it 
with fervent passion as she twisted and writhed in ecstasy above him.

"Aaaaaaaaaggghh, oooooooh," the woman cried, uncontrollably squirming 
on the table top, her legs locked tightly around his neck.

Dinah froze, her knuckles going white around the edge of the door. She 
was sure the kneeling man was her husband, there was no doubt about it, 
and she couldn't fool herself any longer. He was going all the way with 
this unknown woman, this whore, and she was going to witness every 
minute of it.

In the other room, Fred rose from his knees and slid Myra back along 
the table. Almost at once, he hopped up and mounted himself between her 
legs. Her hand reached down and gripped his heavily throbbing penis 
between her fingers, guiding it up toward her gaping pussy lips. A 
shudder of ecstasy went through his body as he felt the swollen tip of 
his cock pressing into the heated folds of her cunt, and then he took 
over for himself. Slowly flicking his hips forward, he inserted his 
rigidly pulsating member inch by inch into her tight young pussy.

"Ooooooooh," she groaned as his lust-thickened organ throbbed and 
jerked deeper up inside her belly. She could feel it expanding even 
more as her cunt lips clasped tightly and rippled around it.

Fred hovered over her on all fours, deliberately teasing her, wanting 
her to squirm and beg for it. He realized that he was completely in 
control now, that all the power was with his body. He withdrew his 
pulsating hardness half an inch and thrust deep again, bringing a low 
moan from between her tightly clenched teeth as she spurred her heels 
into his spine.

Unable to believe the lewd scene she was witnessing, tears brimmed to 
Dinah's eyes as she gazed at the dark-haired woman obscenely rotating 
her pelvis and jerking her hips up toward Fred's pistoning penis. For 
the first time in her life she was seeing her husband have sex with 
another woman, and any way she looked at it, there was no denying that 
the both of them were enjoying it to the fullest.

"Have you seen enough?" Tomley said.

"No," she spat bitterly. "I want to see it all. I want to see 
everything."

"I don't think that's advisable."

Blinded by her tears, Dinah failed to notice the peculiar expression on 
the director's face. She could only think of herself and how she'd been 
hurt at the moment.

"I don't care. I want to see it, all. I've never been so humiliated in 
my life." A slow steaming anger was seething inside her, forcing back 
the tears that had formed from the shock of what she'd just seen. For 
just a second. Fred's warning about the director being a notorious 
skirt chaser flashed through her mind, but why should she believe it 
now, when Fred himself was doing much more than chasing skirts, when he 
was cheating on her in the most blatant and obscene fashion imaginable!

Frozen in anger she watched as her husband bucked over the girl's 
churning body. How could he do this? How could he possibly do such lewd 
things with another woman? He had not known the woman for more than a 
week or so, and yet they were engaging in intimacy which she and her 
husband had not practiced even in all the months of their marriage.

Dinah's eyes bulged in hypnotic disbelief as her husband's lurching 
cock rammed in and out of the stranger's vagina, making loud wet noises 
with each thrust. Desperately she wanted to scream and tear them apart, 
but in her state of shock she could only remain frozen at the half-open 
door, watching everything that was taking place, unconscious of 
Tomley's tight grip on her shoulders.

Meanwhile, Fred was grinding his pelvis into the bucking girl beneath 
him as she arched her back and thrust upward so that they were banging 
and slamming into each other with powerful force. Her mouth was open 
and her head flailed from side to side in savage abandon.

"Fuck me! Harder! Harder!" she moaned deliriously. "Stick your finger 
in my ass, hard!"

Thrusting his hand between her melon-round buttocks, he insinuated his 
middle finger into her anus, driving it into the tight rubbery ring 
until it entered with a popping sound. He pushed hard until it began to 
glide in smoothly, and her buttocks churned and bounced up and down off 
the table. Gritting his teeth, he sank it in deeper up to the second 
knuckle, bringing a wild shriek from her throat.

"Aaaaaaa! Oooooooooo! Go on, hurt me!" she begged, reveling in the dual 
skewering of her body. Her ass-cheeks pumped down until they were 
buried in the palm of his hand.

Rotating his finger inside the hot spongy depths of her rectum, he felt 
her muscles spasming around it, and then he withdrew it, only to shove 
it in deep once again, bringing another moan from her throat. His wetly 
glistening penis continued to saw in and out, rippling deep in the 
velvety passage of her cunt chamber, matched by the rhythm of his 
finger skewering her ass. To his delight she was moving faster and 
faster, bucking her loins up and down, opening and closing her legs 
around his hips.

He could tell she was nearing climax for she began to groan and grunt 
wildly, her heels kicking down on his back, her head twisting and 
squirming along the laboratory table. She was gurgling and gasping, and 
overcome with savage desire he fucked his finger in and out of her 
tight little anal hole while his cock screwed mercilessly up into the 
rippling depths of her pussy.

"OOOOOOOOH, unnnnnnghhhh! I'm cumming!" Myra gasped frantically. "Fuck 
me harder, harder!"

She drew her thighs back further until the whole plane of her wide-
stretched pussy was offered up to him to do with as he pleased. Her 
legs locked around his back and her pelvis writhed and jerked in a 
dance of abandoned desire. Her eyes rolled up toward the ceiling, her 
nostrils flared as she desperately gasped for air.

They were both too involved to notice the door of the adjoining staff 
room being pushed open wider and the two faces that were peering out 
from the opening, one frozen in horror, the other set with a smug smile 
of sadistic glee.

A low, muffled scream suddenly forced itself from between the female 
researcher's lips and she screwed herself up on Fred's long thick cock, 
locking his body tightly to hers as she jerked and spasmed with 
uncontrollable delight. A moment later she collapsed backwards, her 
legs dropping limply from her partner's body. She lay still except for 
a spasmic trembling of her thighs as her cunt lips clasped loosely 
around his cock. Once again he thrust deep into her till he came, but 
he knew that she was already satisfied and besides, when she managed to 
arouse herself once again it would be even better. Jesus, she was 
incredible! He had never been so excited by anyone before in his life. 
She was the kind of woman he'd only dreamed about and lusted after in 
his secret imagination, but now all his fantasies had come true in the 
unlikeliest of places.

"Ummmh, that was nice," she moaned, coming to. "Your cock was so hard. 
It's still hard, isn't it?"

"Damn, you're not kidding," he groaned down at her despite the 
throbbing ache in his sperm-bloated testicles.

"Well, I'll have to do something about that. Lie down next to me."

Without protesting, he did what she ordered, stretching out on his 
back. Hell, he might as well let her have her way, since she'd managed 
things pretty well up to this point. He could see her crawling over 
toward him as his rigid member pointed straight up toward the ceiling 
like a rocket on a launching pad. He folded his arms under his head so 
he could watch as she reached out and began stroking him, sliding the 
loose outer shaft of his penis up and down in a mesmerizing rhythm that 
sent throbs of pleasure down through his balls. Quickly, she drew 
herself up on her knees and leaned over his loins, her seductive face 
only a few inches away from his stiffly bulging penis, her long black 
hair grazing his thighs and stomach.

Slowly, her head lowered and her tongue flicked teasingly into the wet 
tiny opening of the tip. Groaning, he sucked in his breath as chills 
rippled up his spine and she dipped lower, enveloping the blood-
engorged head between her soft warm lips. As her hungry mouth 
tightened, he jerked his hips upward, pushing the thick rod of wet 
flesh deeper inside her.

"Jesus, that's good," he gasped, raising his head up slightly for a 
clearer view of her contorted face. The lewdly exciting sight of his 
wetly glistening cock embedded halfway in her mouth sent sparks of 
pleasure rippling all over his body. It gleamed in the semi-darkness of 
the room, matching the gleams of her glistening lips as they nibbled 
around it. Jesus, it was like a crazy dream. He felt her massaging the 
soft bloated skin of his balls tantalizingly with one hand while the 
thumb and forefinger of the other stroked its thick blue-veined base as 
she began to suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the velvety 
softness of her tongue twirling maddeningly around it each time she 
withdrew her head, the tip flicking teasingly across the tiny split of 
the glans. He flexed his buttocks, his head still lifted up, his neck 
straining and his eyes focused on her bobbing head.

Myra Wilson, for her part, sensed her partner's throbbing reaction and 
began to suck harder, the tips of her teeth nibbling at the bulging 
flesh that burgeoned inside her mouth, and she reached under his 
buttocks to pull his loins tighter up against her mouth. Her tongue 
swiped around the membrane on the underside of his cock until he felt 
it swelling almost to the bursting point. His eyes widened as he 
watched her taking the fleshy organ further and further down her throat 
without choking. By God, she really knew what she was doing! She was 
giving him more pleasure than he ever thought possible.

A furnace of heat began to glow in the depths of his cum-bloated balls 
as he watched her lust-contorted face working over his wildly jerking-
cock. Tiny streams of sweat rolled down the girl's naked body as she 
bucked over him like a demon gone insane. The muscles of his stomach 
tightened like steel rods until he felt as though they were going to 
snap, and he arched his back up, shoving his penis even deeper into her 
throat, her lips hungrily clasping and sucking at it.

He gasped suddenly, the moment of orgasm arriving. A low guttural moan 
groaned from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt streams of white-
hot cum jerking from the tip of his cock into her eagerly sucking 
mouth. Her cheeks puffed and hollowed as she greedily swallowed the 
warm gushes of fiery liquid, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down with 
fierce quickness. His fingers tangled savagely in her hair, holding her 
head tight against his loins as he rammed his hotly jerking flesh 
against her tonsils.

Finally he moaned and with a long sigh fell flat on his back once again 
on the cold marble table, his cock gradually deflating like a balloon 
with the air escaping from it. But she continued to gently nibble and 
suck him, drawing every last ounce of white fluid from his penis, 
licking hungrily the reddened tip of his cock.

At last it was over, and she crawled up over him, nestling her head 
against his, planting kisses on the length of his neck.

"That was nice, wasn't it?" she murmured. "We can do more of it. This 
isn't the last time."

"Ummmmmhhhh," he groaned in reply, unable to say anything else. His 
body was sated and relaxed, and he could only look into her eyes with a 
grateful expression of pleasure on his face. Jesus, he'd never realized 
it could be this good.

"There's more we can do," she said softly. "Much more."

He propped himself up on his elbows and nervously searched the lab with 
his eyes.

"Did you hear something?"

"No, darling. Don't be ridiculous. It's nothing."



Chapter 6


Ralph Tomley had managed to put on a good act of indignation as he 
remained at the door with Dinah Peterson, watching the two lewdly 
coupled bodies grind their way toward orgasm. But still an inward 
sadistic satisfaction filled him as he observed the horrified 
expression on the young wife's face, and his cock jerked beneath his 
trousers under the influence of the salacious scene. It bulged even 
harder when Dinah backed into his arms, recoiling from what she'd 
witnessed.

Though he would have liked nothing more than to grab her just then and 
throw her down on one of the long couches in the staff room, he knew 
she was not ripe yet. She was still in a state of shock, and he had to 
bide his time until she recovered, reverting back to the relative 
coolness of smoldering anger. There was nothing a woman seeking 
vengeance wouldn't do, no matter how puritanical she might be under 
normal conditions.

This was something he'd learned a long time ago and had used to draw 
other inexperienced couples into the group to do what they jokingly 
called extracurricular scientific research. Practically three quarters 
of the staff was in the game now, and Tomley would have liked nothing 
more than to bring Dinah and Fred Peterson in too. Hell, she seemed so 
naive and virginal he would just love to sink his cock deep inside her 
pussy.

He had to admit, of course, that Myra Wilson had certainly helped 
matters along. Ever since Peterson had joined the center, she'd had hot 
pants for him, and Myra wasn't one who could be stopped easily. She'd 
gone after Peterson with all the ardor of a bitch in heat. She wasn't 
the only one, though. Practically everyone in the place had their eyes 
set on the newcomers. And with Myra doing her job, it was going to be 
easy for him to sink his claws into Peterson's young redheaded wife. 
Everything had been moving along smoothly--the job for Dinah, Myra's 
efforts to seduce her husband, and now finally the brutal confrontation 
which, while it wasn't exactly staged, had fallen neatly into place--
beautifully, in fact, considering this was Dinah's first day on the 
job. It meant he wouldn't have to spend days and days softening her up. 
The sight of her husband screwing Myra Wilson had done the job for him.

Damn, he thought to himself, he was going to have a hell of a good time 
this evening. The proud innocent type had always presented a challenge 
to him, and he liked nothing more than to see them fall under the spell 
of his thick bulging cock in a state of helpless submission. Later, 
once he'd completed her initiation, so to speak, he would turn her over 
to the rest of the club which included some colorful townspeople as 
well as the scientists and their wives. She would know she'd really 
been fucked when he had finished with her.

"Well, your husband really went at it with a lot of gusto," Tomley 
said, trying to preserve at the same time an air of dignity.

"That bastard," she hissed viciously. "How could he do something like 
this to me?"

It was the right moment, Tomley realized, because she was filled with 
anger now, and so he jerked her head toward his and pressed his lips 
hotly against hers, eagerly working his tongue into her mouth. She 
groaned and tried to squirm away, but suddenly he released his grip on 
her shoulder.

"That was just to calm you down," he said, staring into her eyes. "You 
wouldn't want to do anything rash, would you, like breaking in there?"

She could see he was right, though he had a strange way of proving it. 
Nevertheless, she tried to loose the tenseness in her muscles, though 
Tomley's sudden kiss had made her more disconcerted than ever. It was 
the first time another man had kissed her since her marriage, and to 
her surprise, her body had responded to it. It was exciting, and it 
even seemed natural, even though she knew it was wrong. In spite of her 
confusion, she had felt tiny ripples of pleasure running through her 
stomach; but what would happen now? She was so terribly distraught she 
didn't know where to turn for comfort.

She cast her gaze downward and pressed the back of her hand to her 
mouth in an effort to control the powerful emotions that were welling 
inside her. She had never imagined that she would be kissed by another 
man, and she didn't have the slightest idea about what to do next. Her 
mind told her to run, but where? She didn't have a home anymore, 
couldn't have a home after she'd witnessed what her husband had done, 
but there was nowhere else to turn but to the protective warmth of 
Ralph Tomley's arms. Yes, he had helped her, and she was grateful for 
it. Without him, she might well have suffered a nervous breakdown 
witnessing the scene between her husband and the licentious woman who 
had obviously seduced him. Thank God, the worst was over now, but the 
two bodies were still nakedly entwined on the lab table, and she 
couldn't take her eyes off them. She hardly dared breathe for fear of 
disturbing the scene and making her presence known.

"She sucked him off," Tomley whispered in her ear, pulling her more 
tightly against him and grinding his hips ever so slowly against her 
ass as they had resumed their watching position, peering through the 
crack in the half-opened doorway.

She spun around and faced him once again, burying her head in his 
chest.

"Oh God, it was terrible."

She tried to remain strong, but once again the tears were flowing 
freely from her eyes. The horrible sight of her husband's penis 
disappearing deep inside the other woman's mouth was too much for her 
to bear, and sobs wracked her body. Echoes of the terrible groaning 
sucking sounds they had made flooded her ears, even though the event 
had passed moments ago. In her imagination it was still going on. It 
was too horribly real to deny! The mewls, the groans, the leathery 
bucking noises of flesh against naked flesh assaulted her mind, driving 
her to the point of insanity. Her own husband had been doing all this, 
had been enjoying every second of it as she watched unbeknownst to him. 
It was like a frightening nightmare, and desperately she wanted to 
escape from it. She wanted to run away but knew that her legs wouldn't 
support her, and the only alternative was to remain supported in 
Tomley's arms, listening while her husband and the strange woman 
exchanged secretive whispers as they embraced each other.

Suddenly she realized that the director's hands had crept up on her and 
were massaging one of her breasts. He gave a quick sharp pinch against 
her nipple that brought a gasp from her throat as her body tensed in 
instinctive reaction. A flash of pain shot down the length of her spine 
and she twisted in his arms in an effort to break away. Her mind was 
ajumble with sights and sounds she had experienced during the day. She 
was practically hallucinating as she saw naked arms and legs twisting 
around each other, bellies thudding against bellies, and stiff male 
penises penetrating the depths of wet welcoming vaginas. But it was no 
dream, it was real; she had seen it all, and her husband had been a 
participant in the lewd goings-on.

At the same time that she was repulsed by these salacious images, she 
couldn't help feeling ripples of pleasure flowing through her belly as 
the older scientist squeezed and kneaded her breasts. She clenched her 
eyes shut, but the feelings wouldn't go away as Tomley manipulated her 
and began to undo the buttons of her blouse.

In protest, she uttered a low helpless groan which was quickly cut off 
by the older man's lips pressing against hers, his tongue gliding 
warmly into her mouth and snaking against the backs of her teeth. She 
tried to get away, but his strength was overpowering, and her movements 
only seemed to incite him more so that he crushed her body even tighter 
against his. If she struggled too much, she would only make her 
presence known to her husband and the other woman, and that she didn't 
want to do at any cost. If he caught her the way she was now, she would 
never be able to vent her anger. She would only be laughed at. After 
all, she hadn't chosen what was happening now, she had been forced into 
it.

"Did you see it all?" Tomley whispered in her ear. "He licked her cunt 
and then she sucked his cock."

"Y-Yes, I saw it," she mumbled in reply, the lewd words stimulating 
something deep inside her body.

"You're not going to let him get away with it, are you? You've got to 
pay him back." As the words escaped from his mouth he pulled her around 
so that they were facing each other and ground his pelvis tightly 
against hers. He dug his hands into the softness of her buttocks and 
squeezed them rhythmically until he could feel her cunt pressing 
against his throbbing confined cock.

"N-no please. We can't! We can't do this!" she whimpered helplessly.

"Sure we can," he said grinning. "We're just going to make things 
even." His voice sounded harsh, even cruel, and suddenly he locked his 
mouth tight against hers, spearing his tongue deep inside her throat.

"Please, God, no! Don't do this!" she begged, struggling, trying to 
tear herself away. But it was futile, and she knew that he had the 
upper hand. Oh God! Why hadn't she listened to Fred when he'd told her 
not to take this job. It would destroy both of them!

Her body tensed as Tomley began to squeeze and knead her soft ass-
cheeks through the material of her skirt, pulling her loins hard 
against him until she thought she couldn't bear the pressure any 
longer. She clenched her eyes shut, fighting with her mind against the 
involuntary sensations of excited pleasure that were sweeping through 
her body. The soft tingling touch of his fingers against her nipples, 
however, was too much, and she felt herself falling slowly, ever so 
slowly into submission.

"Ummmh, you're fantastic," the older man groaned throatily. "You're 
going to enjoy this, believe me, you will."

"No," she pleaded, trying to dissuade him. "No one but my husband has 
ever touched me."

"You've been missing something then. Don't worry, the experience will 
do you good."

He slipped his hand between her breasts and over the smooth surface of 
her belly as Dinah gasped and held her breath. She felt his fingers on 
the hem of her skirt slowly raising it up to the tops of her thighs. 
His fingers suddenly touched against her naked flesh, and she squirmed 
back with a helpless whimper as one fingertip glided slowly under the 
legband of her panties, making sudden wet contact with the sensitive 
tip of her clitoris. Gently pushing aside the nest of soft red public 
hair, he dipped his middle finger into the wetly trembling passage of 
Dinah's hotly aroused cunt. It was damp and slippery from the effects 
of unwanted desire that had pervaded her as she witnessed the scene in 
the adjacent lab. She held her breath to contain the groan of helpless 
pleasure that was welling inside her and desperately needed to be 
expressed. She knew she couldn't make a sound now or else her husband 
would be attracted, and he would discover her in Tomley's lewd embrace.

As she found herself reacting to the older man's skillful 
ministrations, tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks, but her 
shame did not contain the instinctive movements of her loins. She 
squirmed her hips, in spite of all the efforts to control herself, 
against his rummaging fingers.

"Spread 'em wider," he breathed fervently in her ear. "Good and wide. 
You love it, you know you do."

"G-God, please. Don't make me do this," she begged piteously. "Fred 
will see us, I'm sure of it!"

"Let's go somewhere else then. Come on, what do you say?" he asked once 
more as his finger glided in and out of her rhythmically spasming cunt.

"Yes, anything," she murmured. "Please, take me away from here." 
Reaching behind her, she grasped the doorknob and pulled the door 
carefully shut as though to block out from her memory all the horrible 
scenes she had witnessed taking place. When the door clicked she 
suddenly felt free, strange hallucinatory sensations dancing in her 
mind.

Somewhere in the back of her head she knew she had said something 
wrong, but it was too late to do anything else. The strong sensations 
in her body had run away with her, and she was no longer free to follow 
the dictates of her own conscience.

He grasped her hand powerfully and led her out through the lounge, 
along the dimly lit corridors and to the elevator, pressing the button 
for the third floor.

"Where are we going?" she asked, her mind a bog of hopeless confusion.

"Don't worry, you'll see. You want to get back at him, don't you?"

Nothing made sense now, she thought; she was somewhere in a dream 
world, and she responded mechanically.

"Yes, yes, I want to get back at him."

"Good, I'm going to help you then."

Yes, he was going to help her. He was such a kind man. He had helped 
her already, consoled her when she had seen what was happening in the 
lab this morning. But still she remembered what Fred had told her. He's 
a lecher. He'll chase you around his desk. She remembered his hands 
squeezing her breasts, his mouth pressing down hard on hers and his 
tongue slipping between her teeth. She was so totally confused she 
didn't know what to do. She could only submit to the influence of 
someone stronger than she, which she did now as he led her out of the 
elevator once it had reached the third floor.

He grasped her by the hand and led her to a locked door, fumbling in 
his pocket for the key. As he did so, a raging anger welled inside her. 
How dare her husband cheat on her? How dare he fuck that strange woman? 
They'd only been married six months and already he was dissatisfied 
with her. She hated him! Her loathing was so great she would do 
anything for revenge.

The door swung open and Tomley led her into an elegantly furnished 
room, thick plush carpeting wood cabinets, white leather sofas.

"This is the board room," he informed her. "You're a lucky girl. It's 
not everyone who gets to see the board room on their first day at 
work."

"Yes," she whispered. "I have to sit down."

Mechanically she directed herself to one of the sofas and flopped down 
on it, a dazed look in her eyes as the director stood over her, a grin 
of conquest sweeping over his face. Suddenly, he was sitting next to 
her, his arms around her shoulders, drawing her close to his body as 
his lips pressed against hers, and he kissed her with fiery passion. 
She could feel the hardness of his pulsating penis digging into the 
soft flesh of her upper thighs but made no move to protest.

In her state of desperate misery she tried not to think as his hands 
glided down the front of her blouse, carefully undoing the buttons and 
spreading it wide.

The snaps of her brassiere came next, and she heard him sigh in lewd 
appreciation as it came loose to reveal her whitely trembling breasts. 
He slipped the blouse and brassiere off her until the entire top half 
was completely naked, and she gazed at him in dazed wonderment. What 
was happening to her? She was in a state of shock and barely knew what 
she was doing. A second later she heard the faint whizzing sound of a 
zipper and then saw him wriggling her skirt down off her hips and 
jerking it free from her ankles.

Then he was down on his knees in front of her, drawing her panties down 
over the smooth white curves of her buttocks. He tugged them loose, and 
they too landed with the pile of other discarded clothing.

She was totally naked, completely at his mercy, and he gazed at her 
with leering eyes, his tongue flicking across his lower lip in lewd 
appreciation of her body. Suddenly he pressed forward, his lips 
caressing her belly, his tongue flicking into her navel in a 
tantalizing rhythm. She lay back against the cushions, and her arms 
involuntarily reached out, locked into his thick, prematurely gray 
hair.

Her husband had cheated on her. She had watched him as he sucked 
another woman's vagina and as the woman had sucked his cock in return. 
She was free now, free to wreak her vengeance on him, and she was going 
to do it anyway she could. It was obscene, lewd, what her husband had 
done, and at that very moment, without her fully realizing it, the 
director was doing the same thing her husband had performed on the 
dark-haired woman.

His lips had dropped to her vagina, and his tongue was suddenly 
wriggling in between her cunt lips, making her squirm and jerk in a mad 
frenzy.

"S-Stop, please! No, don't do that," Dinah stammered, trying to push 
him away, but it was totally useless as he grasped the backs of her 
thighs and levered them high and wide in the air. Suddenly he began 
grunting and mewling like an animal, his teeth chopping into the downy 
fringe of her cunt hairs as his tongue speared into her involuntarily 
quivering pussy.

"No, don't do this to me," the young wife begged. "Oh God, no! Please 
take your tongue out of there."

She jerked at his head and squeezed her legs around his neck in a vise-
tight scissors grip, but nothing happened. It all seemed to excite him 
more. He was lapping wetly at her cunt like an excited animal, the 
forefinger of each hand worming toward the crevice between her 
buttocks.

Oh God, she thought. I'm doing the same thing that vile woman was doing 
with my husband, and I can't help myself. There's no escape. It was so 
lewd! The older man's wetly licking tongue was spearing in and out of 
her, mining the hot liquid of her vaginal passage as it slithered up 
inside her like a jungle snake.

"No, don't suck me! Please don't suck me!" she groaned desperately, 
trying to squirm loose from his grip. But his fingers were clawing into 
her naked flesh; he was dragging her loins tighter and tighter against 
his mouth, his tongue was sinking even deeper. She was going insane. 
She wanted to scream and yet she couldn't break away, for somewhere 
deep inside, she was actually enjoying herself. She was enjoying the 
lewd vile licking of her loins.

Her legs spread wider until they formed a giant vee, her feet pointing 
upward at the ceiling. His head bobbed frantically in and out, moaning 
mewling noises coming from his throat all the while. Her wetly 
throbbing cunt lips clasped and unclasped hungrily around his tongue, 
and she knew she was lost now. The last faint voice of her conscience 
pleaded with her, but it was growing dimmer and dimmer inside.

"No, no it's not right. No, don't kiss me there," the young redheaded 
wife mumbled, but her breath was coming heavily and her heart beating 
madly inside her throat. As she squirmed and bucked against his lewd 
tongue-fucking, his middle finger suddenly rammed up into her tightly 
puckering anus, and she lurched with spasmodic pain.

At the same time, her buttocks churned and ground down on them as 
though her body were completely at war with her mind. No, this couldn't 
be happening; she would never do anything like this, and yet she knew 
it wasn't a dream. She was being obscenely abused by this older man and 
actually enjoying it, though she couldn't yet fully admit it to 
herself. Suddenly, he withdrew the fingers and gripped her buttocks 
with a powerful force and hoisted her over his shoulders as she kicked 
and squirmed in protest. Bending low, he set her down on the thickly 
carpeted floor, pinning her shoulders in place and grinning at her like 
a sadistic beast who had quarried his prey.

"Oh God, you can't do this," she protested weakly, clenching her eyes 
tightly shut as though to block out the horror of what was going to 
happen.

"Don't worry, baby. I'm going to, no matter what you say."

Her whole body trembled as she imagined what was going to happen to her 
next, but it was not a simple trembling of fear. There was a tense 
enjoyment in it, too, though she still couldn't admit it to herself.

"Just relax, baby," he crooned. "There's no way you can fight me off. 
So just relax and enjoy it. I'm gonna plant my cock inside that sweet 
little pussy of yours. You'll never be the same again. But first I'm 
gonna finish where I left off."

Dinah knew exactly what he meant, and while she made a feeble effort to 
close her legs, her body refused to respond to the commands of her 
mind. Raising her head, she watched in horror as he licked his lips to 
continue the unceremonious tongue-fucking of her cunt which he'd begun 
only moments ago.

"Ready?" he said, grinning down at her. "Ready or not, here I come."

Dinah groaned in helpless submission as her body trembled with 
suppressed desire. She didn't know if she could resist any longer. His 
skillful tongue inside her vagina might turn her into a raving whore 
any minute, but there was no choice. She could only do what he wanted.

"I'm going to suck it now, baby. I'm gonna really suck it this time," 
he growled at her, his powerful hands massaging the insides of her 
thighs.

Suddenly his head lunged at the triangle of her loins and his tongue 
rammed deep up inside her pussy, even deeper than it had gone before.

"Oh God! OOOHHH!" she gasped, twitching uncontrollably as he flicked 
out against the tiny bud of her clitoris then drew back through the 
exposed sensitive flesh of her helplessly dilating cunt.

As his mouth and tongue worked feverishly over the widespread tightness 
of her pussy, her eyes opened and she gazed down at his bobbing head. 
She could see him grinning in the throes of lewd conquest as she 
groaned from deep in her chest with each maddening thrust of his 
tongue, probing the depths of her cunt walls.

It slipped up and down inside her and then withdrew as he bent his head 
lower to lick the inner flesh of her anal crevice, sending spasms of 
lewd pleasure up her spine. He levered her knees back until her 
kneecaps rubbed against her breasts, exposing her ravaged loins even 
more fully to his eager mouth and tongue.

He flicked into her cunt harder and faster with his tongue as her 
incomprehensible whimpers flooded the room with the music of abandoned 
lust. His body and mind inflamed with carnal desire, he flicked his 
tongue into her tight anal ring, making her jerk and mewl at the 
unexpected contact. She was beyond hope now, her shamelessly aroused 
body having deserted her. There was nothing she could do but yield 
herself to the perverted desires of this powerful older man who was 
debasing her with no thought of pity or compassion.

Rhythmically she thrust her cunt up towards his face, arching her back 
as she did so. She groaned as he responded with a stab of his tongue, 
his teeth clamping tightly down on her vaginal mound. Her body quivered 
and bucked beneath the overpowering assault, and her stomach churned 
with the incredible pleasures of naked sexual abandon.

Sensing her ultimate surrender, Tomley, with a savage grin on his face, 
thrust his thick wet tongue even deeper inside her quivering cunt 
sheath and felt her soft silky pubic hairs graze against the tip of his 
nose as she ground her buttocks ecstatically up against him. He felt 
her vaginal lips twitching around his tongue as they opened and closed 
spasmodically, as though to milk it like a cock. She was one hell of a 
whore after she got her motor running, he reasoned to himself.

Her helplessly aroused body writhed and squirmed shamelessly against 
the deep probing tongue of the director until she thought she would go 
insane from the lewd licking of her loins. She arched upward from her 
hips and grasped his hair, tangling her fingers tightly into it and 
pressing his head even harder against her wildly palpitating pussy, a 
low soul-stirring moan escaping from her lips. Nothing mattered anymore 
but the wild pleasure of his boring tongue steaming in and out between 
her cunt lips. She loved it, she wanted it, and yet she knew it was 
wrong. Her head fell back, her hair dangling loosely over her shoulders 
as she crooned and chanted a litany of salacious abandon. Her lips 
bared back over her gleaming white teeth and the cords of her neck 
stood out like steel rods as she strained to pump every last ounce of 
pleasure from the punishing lash of his tongue.

"Aaagggh, Ugggh, God! I'm cumming!" she spattered, her face contorted 
in a mask of lust.

She trembled and shook, her legs flapping and spasming as the older man 
relentlessly glided his tongue in and out of the secret recesses of her 
body. Her body shuddered and suddenly hot waves of cum flooded out from 
deeper inside her womb, pouring in a sweet flood over his hungrily 
sucking mouth and dribbling down the insides of her quivering thighs. 
The room seemed to cave in on the young wife with a great reverberating 
crash, and she gasped and moaned as he sucked and burrowed between her 
thighs which were locked around his neck. Slowly her fingers untwined 
from his tousled hair, and she released her grip, allowing him to 
withdraw his head.

Tomley pulled himself up to a standing position until he was looming 
over her, staring down the length of her sweat-streaked body as the 
juices of her orgasm masked his mouth and lips, making them glisten 
lewdly in the dim light of the curtained room. Dinah closed her eyes 
tightly in an effort to blot out the sight of him and the memory of the 
degrading, humiliating things they'd just done. The shame of her own 
weakness and submission brought her back to reality but it was Tomley 
who spoke first.

"We're not finished yet," he said with a cruel triumphant smile on his 
face. "You haven't paid your husband back completely."

"W-what are you going to do?" her voice quavered.

"Now I'm going to fuck you, Dinah. Fuck you like you've never had it 
before."

His crude words sent a new flurry of excitement rippling through her 
still-aroused loins and suppressed the shame and humiliation that 
nagged her. Suddenly, she flushed with anger--not at Tomley--but at her 
husband, for she could still see in her mind his penis buried in the 
other woman's secret flesh up to the hilt, a pleased expression on his 
face. He had enjoyed what he'd done, and now Dinah was determined to 
enjoy herself as well, no matter how obscene and degrading her 
conscience told her it was.

"Yes, Ralph, fuck me. Yes. Stick your penis in between my legs," she 
suddenly begged him, her eyes frozen in hard determination.

She did not have to urge him on any longer, for immediately he had 
stripped off his clothes and was crawling in between her lewdly splayed 
legs, his thick rigid penis jutting out large and throbbing, his 
heavily swaying balls swollen with sperm that was going to rocket deep 
up into the depths of her belly. If only Fred could see her now, it 
would teach him the lesson of his life. You bastard, you adulterer, she 
cursed inwardly at him.



Chapter 7


The light in the laboratory was growing dim as afternoon faded into 
evening. Fred was half dressed now, but still incredibly horny, his 
cock bulging and throbbing as it came to life again.

"Hmmmmhhh, I can see you're still going strong," Myra whispered, 
jerking down his shorts before he had a chance to zip up his trousers. 
Her fingers curled lightly around the swollen head and she began 
massaging it until the ache in his balls was almost unbearable.

"Damn, I want to screw you again," he said, smiling at her, his body 
charged with excitement. "But can't we find somewhere else?"

"You mean some place more comfortable? I think I know just where. But 
we'll both have to get dressed to get there. Are you sure you can walk 
through the corridors with your cock that stiff?"

"Jesus, it's gonna break through my pants," he moaned, but wasting no 
time, Myra grasped him by the wrist and led him out from the lab to the 
elevator.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"To the board room on the fourth floor."

"How in the world will we get in? It's locked, isn't it?"

"Don't worry about that. I have the key. I've got connections"

The ride up on the elevator, though it took less than a minute, seemed 
interminable to the young scientist. His cock and balls were aching as 
though they'd been slugged by a sledge hammer, and he could barely wait 
to screw the dark-haired temptress beside him once again. Jesus, he 
wondered how much of this kind of thing went on at the center, because 
he'd certainly gotten a strong impression that he and Myra weren't the 
first ones to have a little fun experimenting in biology.

As the elevator stopped and Myra led him out, he felt like a 
misbehaving schoolboy, stimulated by the thought of sneaking about and 
the possibility of being caught. My God, Dinah would never forgive him, 
and he'd be disgraced. He'd have to get a job somewhere teaching high 
school biology ... his career would be ruined, but at the moment 
nothing mattered except the thought of putting his cock to his sultry 
seductress one more time.

He glanced down the corridor both ways in front of the board room door, 
and seeing it was all clear, motioned to Myra to put the key in the 
lock.

"Listen," she said, as she put her ear to the door. "There's someone 
inside there."

There was all right, and he knew damn well what they were doing. 
Moaning gasping noises were coming from the room, the sounds of a 
grappling struggle going on. A man and woman were inside there, but who 
were they? This strange place was getting more and more interesting by 
the minute, Fred told himself.

"Take a look at it," the male voice said. "I want you to see how big it 
is. Open your eyes, come on!"

"Jesus Christ, it's Tomley!" Fred whispered hoarsely. "He's in there 
screwing somebody."

"Shh," Myra whispered. "We can go around the balcony and look through 
the windows."

"W-wait a minute. I don't know whether we should or not."

"Don't be silly. This'll be fun. I think he's got somebody new."

Fred knew he was taking a crazy chance but didn't resist as Myra 
grasped his hand and led him through an adjacent room to the balcony 
and slowly toward the French windows looking in on the board room. He 
had to admit that the sight of the director balling a young nubile 
chick would turn him on no end, though he wondered how long he'd be 
able to stand the tease.

*   *   *

Dinah finally opened her eyes at the director's prodding and focused on 
the mammoth-size penis about to penetrate her vagina. It was huge and 
pulsing like an animal, thick and spear-tipped, with one seed pearl of 
pre-ejaculate glistening on the lust-bloated cockhead. He was torturing 
her, making her gaze at it like this, and she wondered how her tight 
cunt opening could ever stretch wide enough to handle its thick shaft 
... oh God! It would split her in half.

"That was just a teaser. Now I'm gonna ram it inside you, baby. I'm 
gonna ram it all the way up to your mouth."

Dinah felt her body soiled and debased and desperately wished she had 
the presence of mind to escape, but in spite of her horror she was 
frozen in fascination. The thick cock mesmerized her, and in spite of 
its awesome size, she craved it deep inside her throbbing loins.

He moved forward slowly, menacingly, on his knees, aiming for her 
flowering cunt slit which he had already widened slightly with his 
tongue-fucking. Staring directly into the young wife's frightened eyes, 
he grinned in triumph as he began stroking the heavy uncircumcised 
foreskin back and forth over the hard, bulbously swollen head.

"Do you think you can take all this?" he said grinning, an obscene 
gleam burning in his eyes.

Dinah found the words freezing inside her mouth and she sucked her 
breath in. Her eyes fixed on the powerfully built body of her husband's 
superior, then lowered once more to the swollen fleshy instrument he 
held in his hands.

Oh God, it was huge, like a heavy but flexible club. She had always 
thought her husband's penis was big, but this ... it would split her 
apart and burst through her cervix. She tried to envision it buried 
inside the tight walls of her vagina, and a quiver of cold fear 
streaked down her spine.

"It's ... it's too big," she stammered helplessly as he continued to 
massage it teasingly only inches away from her palpitatingly eager cunt 
lips.

"It's just right," he said. "It'll loosen you up inside. That's what 
you need, my dear, a little loosening up."

Bending forward over her nakedly trembling body, he suddenly fastened 
his teeth on the nipple of her left breast, bringing a yelp of pain 
from her lips. She groaned, twisting her head to one side and attempted 
to squirm free, but his hand pressed down on her hips, pinning her 
tight against the cool leather sofa. His lips hungrily explored the 
white trembling mounds, sending a blissful twitch coursing down to her 
loins. Her naked buttocks began to move.

"Goddamn, I'm going to fuck you," he gloated. "I'm going to ram it in 
so deep you'll be crying for me. I'm gonna stretch that tight little 
pussy as wide as it'll go."

Dinah shuddered under the prodding of his obscene words. She could feel 
the bulging hugeness of his penis brush against her thigh, and she 
reached down eagerly to grasp it, forcing all thought of wrongdoing 
from her tortured mind.

The director moved up over the rapidly panting young girl, grinning 
broadly as he felt her fingers grip his stiff aching flesh and tug on 
it until it bulged even wider. He felt her trembling in fear and joy at 
its enormous size, realizing she had never seen or handled anything 
like it before in her life. Her muscles tensed as she braced her body 
and then guided it up the crevice between her buttocks, holding it 
tight to her flesh until it was poised against the wetly gaping lips of 
her hungry cunt mouth. Quivering half in fear and half in anticipation, 
she glided her thighs wide apart and placed her trembling hands on his 
ass-cheeks, awaiting the first hot hard thrust of his enormous male 
shaft.

She felt the hot spongy head moving slowly up and down, parting her 
pubic hair and fleshy pussy lips, then all of a sudden, her tight cunt 
mouth flowered open as though by magic command.

"Aaaauuuuu!" she grunted as the elastic rimmed tightness gave way and 
the burgeoning tip slipped through, cruelly stretching the tight 
opening until she felt as though her body would rip in half from the 
savage pressure.

A sadistic wave of pleasure raced through Tomley as her soulful protest 
came to his ears. His face twisted itself into a vicious mask of lust, 
his lips formed in a cruel smile, and he thrust a little harder, 
bringing another long, low moan from her throat.

"N-n-no. No! Aaaagh, it hurts!" the young redheaded bride whimpered 
piteously as the director drove another agonizing inch up into her 
wetly fevered vagina. God, he was too big! He was going to tear out her 
insides.

Ralph Tomley's body was on fire with the excitement her anguished pleas 
were bringing him as he slowly and relentlessly penetrated her hot 
little cunt, flexing his hips, slowly and excruciatingly sinking up 
into her belly an inch at a time. His face was red and a light film of 
perspiration coated his forehead as he strained to go even deeper into 
her tightly clasping pussy. Goddamn, he had to fuck the little bitch. 
Now! He couldn't wait a second longer.

Ramming forward without mercy, he dropped his heavy weight down on her, 
smashing her full, stiff-nippled tits tight against her chest, 
thrusting his hips quickly and plunging his long throbbing cock in her 
moistly trembling cunt with the savage force of a battering ram. The 
warm moist flesh of vaginal walls rippled in velvety waves before him, 
and his sperm-bloated balls slapped against her nakedly upturned ass-
cheeks with a leather thud.

"Oh no, oh no, please stop!" she breathed in agony. "You're killing 
me." Her legs, splayed wide apart, flailed frantically in the air on 
either side of his massive body as her pelvis bucked and jerked against 
his weight. Her arms pushed against his pulsing hips, trying to keep 
his stiff rod of flesh from penetrating any further into her belly, but 
it was futile effort as he rammed into her like an incensed bull.

Her belly was on the verge of exploding from the thick, pulsating organ 
that filled and expanded inside it, and his long rigid penis was 
ripping her insides to shreds. She could feel every fleshy ridge 
cruelly stretching her apart as it throbbed inside her. When she moaned 
in protest and bucked against this carnal onslaught she felt him 
beginning to move harder and faster. Sucking in her breath, she held it 
until she was afraid that her chest would burst. His hips and buttocks 
flexed and within seconds he had established a powerful in-and-out 
fucking tempo which rocked her nakedly twisting body.

The young wife flexed her vaginal sphincters tightly together in an 
effort to trap the huge invading bludgeon, but the throb of her 
internal sinews only seemed to excite him more, so that the ramming 
thrusts of his long hard penis continued to punish her without mercy. 
Helplessly she clenched her teeth and kept her eyes tightly shut, her 
muscles straining, her heart pounding frenziedly in her chest. The 
vengeance was his now and not hers, for she realized she was no better 
than her husband, letting herself submit to this brutal ravishment of 
her loins. She knew she would never be the same again. She was a whore, 
a cheap slut, because in spite of the pangs of conscience that still 
pierced her, she was actually enjoying herself and could not stop the 
salacious rape of her body. There was nothing left to her but the thick 
punishing penis that sawed viciously in and out of her vaginal flesh.

Tomley sensed her resistance falling to the wayside and knew it 
wouldn't take much more to turn this soft-bodied young wife into a 
squealing mass of raving desire. Even though she'd fought him at the 
beginning he had always sensed the passionate streak behind her mask of 
righteousness and knew that he could turn her into a lust-crazed slut. 
They all came around, he had said before, and she was living up to his 
previous experiences. Damn, she would make a hell of a nice addition to 
the little club, and after this she couldn't very well refuse.

Dinah, for her part, was beginning to feel licentious tingles of lewd 
desire spreading all through her body, chills creeping up and down her 
spine to the rhythm of Tomley's powerful hips jerking as he pushed his 
cock up into the secret regions of her inner loins. Her body was 
squirming and writhing of its own will as she groaned frantically into 
his mouth, shoving her tongue with rhythmic abandon into his throat, 
mingling their salivas in a pool of sensual liquid. Desperate to take 
him even further inside, she drew back her legs, spreading her hungrily 
gaping pussy even wider to his battering assault, her nakedly rounded 
buttocks grinding and pumping upward as she chanted a rhythmic 
incantation, her muscles straining, her teeth grinding savagely 
together.

Tomley ran his hands down her smoothly curved flanks and slid them 
under the trembling globes of her buttocks, digging his fingernails 
into the softly yielding flesh. They were flexing and unflexing, oozing 
like dough, palpitating in his fingers as he dug harder and harder into 
them. With a grunt he jerked her tight little pussy up tighter to his 
loins and felt her thighs straining further back, the moistly throbbing 
hole of her pussy expanding even wider to greet each relentless thrust.

Dinah did not even try to figure what had happened to her. All she 
wanted now was to feel the crazed wave of lustful arousal that had 
possessed her from head to toe and saturated her whole being. She knew 
only that the initial pain had given way to sensations of joy that 
she'd never experienced in her life, even when her husband had fucked 
her. This was something new and exciting, and her body had completely 
surrendered to it. Electriclike tingles that began deep within her womb 
pulsed outward to all parts of her body, even to the farthest reaches 
of her fingertips. Her eyes clenched tightly shut and she worked her 
tongue deep into his slavering mouth as small intense mewls of 
desperate pleasure escaped from her lips. The muscles in her body 
worked and rippled, the veins in her neck stood out in intense relief, 
and she writhed and ground her pelvis to suck his cock for everything 
it was worth. Her mind had deserted her, and the sensual pleasures of 
the body had taken over completely. It didn't matter who was fucking 
her. The only thing that mattered was the hard stiff cock that was 
driving deeper and deeper into her pussy, making sucking, sluicing 
noises with each demonic thrust.

The lecherous grin on Tomley's face widened as the young naked body 
crushed beneath him increased the tempo of its hungry up-and-down 
gyrations. The shamelessly aroused redheaded bride moved faster and 
faster with each fleeting second, pumping her hot little cunt up and 
down on his thickened penis as though to signal the urgency of her 
desire. He could see that she had completely transformed herself into a 
savage nymphomaniac, her teeth gnashing against each other, her head 
jerking from side to side, whipping her red tresses from one shoulder 
to the other in a frantically building rhythm. In response he moved 
into longer, smoother strokes that brought his cock almost all the way 
out from her vaginal sheath, her little cunt lips clinging to it 
desperately to keep it from withdrawing completely. He thrust forward 
into her smooth uplifted buttocks, feeling the rippling vaginal fluid 
gurgle in response, feeling her vaginal lips nibbling frantically at 
the long spearlike mass of his flesh. His fingers clawed at the tight 
skin of her ass-cheeks and dug in hard, searching for her tiny anal 
opening.

"Aaaaauuugh!" she gasped in painful protest as his outstretched middle 
finger wormed into her soft rubbery anus and pushed hard against it.

"Oooooohh no, not there!" she groaned louder this time at the 
outrageous intrusion.

But the older man didn't slow down for a second. Feverishly, he worked 
his finger around and around inside the tightly heated rectal passage, 
stretching the rubbery orifice wider and wider as he ground and jerked 
into her. She felt a second finger making its way into her tortured 
rear passage, and deep guttural whimpers streamed crazily from her 
throat as her teeth gnashed uncontrollably and her body squirmed and 
twisted in a dance of lewd desire. The groans of protest, however, 
quickly dissolved to whimpers of renewed pleasure as her body grew 
accustomed to the unnatural invasion.

The director grinned as he felt young Fred Peterson's wife begin slowly 
churning her ass-cheeks back on his fingers as he insinuated them 
methodically around the warm rubbery depths, sending chilling 
sensations of delight rippling through her body. She was doubly impaled 
now with his rock-hard cock lodged deep in her pussy and his fingers 
shoved hard into her anal channel. Moaning incoherently, beneath him, 
she began to twist and squeal in savage abandon, desperately working 
herself toward orgasm.

*   *   *

Christ, that chick in the boardroom--whoever she was--had gone 
completely haywire, Fred Peterson mused as he watched the savage 
pantomime of their sex play from his position on the balcony. He 
wondered who she was and whether he had seen her before in his few 
short weeks at work. The thought of another libertine like Myra getting 
a stiff cock rammed into her pussy stimulated him with wild runaway 
fantasies. Hell, he wouldn't mind having a tumble with her himself, but 
there was probably a waiting list if he judged his suspicions about the 
place correctly. It seemed that everybody around the place was on the 
make and that they were all getting it too. God, what a place to work! 
He'd never seen anything like it before.

"Ummh, look at them go," Myra purred, draping herself over his 
shoulder. "Old Ralph Tomley can really swing it around, can't he?"

Even in the semi-darkness of the evening light Fred could see her eyes 
agleam with reawakened arousal.

"Damn, I wish we could get closer somehow. I'd like to know who she is. 
She looks like she let out all the stops."

"We could try the windows, one of them must be opened," she said 
impishly. "They'll be so busy they won't even know we're spying on 
them. Come on."

She grabbed his hand once again and guided him over to the windows at 
the far end of the balcony, giving them a careful push. He caught his 
breath as he saw them sliding open. Myra, on her tiptoes, squeezed into 
the crack into the board room.

Suddenly a piercing scream wracked the room, and for a moment Fred 
thought it was because the woman had spotted them surreptitiously 
entering ... but no, he was safe, he realized a moment later. It was 
just that her wail signified that she was quickly approaching orgasm.

"OOOOOHHHHH, GOD YES, FUCK ME HARDER!" she gasped obscenely.

Fred and Myra were behind a comfortable stuffed leather chair now, 
peering over the back rest toward the center of the room where the hot 
and heavy action was taking place. The young scientist sucked in his 
breath with surprise, because never in his life had he seen such an 
exhibition of wanton sexuality and unadulterated lust. True he'd just 
come like a bull into Myra Wilson's eager mouth only a few minutes ago, 
but even so he could feel his cock throbbing crazily at the sight of 
the two coupled bodies on the big white sofa on the boardroom. From 
where they were hiding he couldn't see the couple's faces but had a 
good view of the lower portions of their bodies. He could see Tomley's 
cock buried deep in the girl's pink cunt as she writhed savagely 
beneath him, twitching and spasming in the throes of uncontrolled lust.

Something struck him at that moment--a strange thought--and he moved 
out on his hands and knees from behind the chair where they'd been 
hiding. There was something vaguely familiar about the woman, but what 
was it? He couldn't put his finger on it immediately in his half-dazed 
state.

But the closer he moved the more he was distracted by the physical 
action that was taking place and driving his mind away from the purpose 
of discovery. The girl was chanting hoarsely, as though possessed by 
some sort of sexual demon, her legs were drawn back as far as they 
could go and her hands were frenziedly clawing at the director's naked 
buttocks, digging deep into his flesh as she pulled him tighter and 
tighter against her loins.

Damn, she was one hot little bitch, he thought as he involuntarily 
began stroking his rock-hard cock through the confines of his pants. 
She was taking Tomley's prick like she wanted it rammed all the way up 
to her throat.

"Damn, I want her next," he whispered out loud, barely conscious that 
he was talking to himself. Before he knew it, Myra had crawled up 
behind him and put her hands lightly on his shoulders.

"I hope they're giving you some ideas," she whispered. "I'm going crazy 
just watching them."

"You're going crazy. Jesus, what do you think is happening to me?"

"Old Tomley really moves, doesn't he?"

"Goddamn, I'd heard rumors about him, but I never expected to see 
anything like this from one of the world's greatest scientists."

"Maybe he's just experimenting. Maybe he's going to write a scholarly 
paper on human reproductive systems," she giggled into his ear.

But Fred was hardly paying any attention to her, his eyes and ears 
focused on the salacious fucking that was taking place only a few feet 
away from there. All fear of being discovered eavesdropping by the 
director had vanished now. After all, what was Tomley going to do? Fire 
him when he had seen Tomley having intercourse with a woman in the 
boardroom? No, he was perfectly safe and totally fascinated as well.

"Now, Ralph, now, please!" the naked woman begged. "Fuck harder, give 
it to me now ... all the way in. Yess, yesss! Aaaaaaggghhhhh! Like 
that!"

Suddenly the shock of recognition hit him like a fist in the stomach. 
That voice ... he was sure of it. It was his wife's voice. Tomley was 
screwing his wife! Oh Jesus God, it was too incredible to be true.

The bewildered young husband's mind whirled in disbelief at the shadowy 
vision before his eyes. His first impulse was to run forward and rescue 
her from the lust-crazed director, but he knew this was no rape. He had 
seen how she was enjoying every second of being fucked by another man.

Paralyzed, Fred stood, frozen as he heard her shrilly screaming out her 
orgasm, her legs splaying wide until he thought her cunt would split up 
the middle. Then he watched as Tomley pushed her knees back cruelly 
over her shoulders, bending her double. God no, she'd never be able to 
take it that deep, never. But in a moment, as he watched her body 
jerking and spasming to final fulfillment, he saw how wrong he'd been. 
Jesus, she was taking every thick bludgeoning inch of it all right and 
moaning with pleasure even in her contorted position. Then she was 
screaming.

"Aaaaiiieeeee! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

The fucking bitch, he raged to himself. That little slut! She's loving 
it, she's moving her body like a bitch in heat. And all the time she's 
been giving me that babe-in-arms bit, trying to keep me a distance from 
her. And now--now this! Hate raging inside him, he watched the older 
man's buttocks twitch as his heated cum burst out of his ejaculating 
penis buried deep inside Dinah's cunt. When Tomley finally withdrew 
himself from between her legs, Fred could stand it no longer.

"Damn you, get off her!" he raged, pushing Tomley aside. "I oughta 
knock your teeth down your throat ..." He caught himself in mid-
sentence, his voice cracking with emotion until he turned to Dinah. 
"You slut," he roared. "You cheap goddamn whore!"

"Oh no," Dinah groaned in humiliation at her husband seeing her naked 
and unprotected on the couch, her belly filled with another man's cum. 
She closed her eyes tight as though to blot out the sight of him 
standing over her, but she knew it was useless and that what was 
happening was real, not some sort of horrible nightmare. There was 
nothing she could do as his gaze traveled disdainfully over her naked 
and abused body. Tomley, for his part, wasn't the least embarrassed as 
he picked himself up off the floor and grinned at his young employee 
with a lewd smile on his face. With a casual calm, he began dressing 
himself.

"Just keep cool, young fellow. I see you didn't barge in here alone."

"What the hell are you telling me to keep cool for after you just 
fucked my wife? I saw every second of it." Fred's fist was doubled up 
and his whole body was trembling.

In response Tomley strode over to the chair in the far corner of the 
room and led Myra Wilson out to where they were all gathered.

"How was he?" he asked with a knowing look on his face. Myra responded 
only with a Mona Lisa-like smile.

How could Tomley possibly know, Fred wondered. He was bluffing, just 
trying to get out of his own predicament.

As if reading his mind, Tomley turned to him calmly.

"You're right, we saw everything. We saw it from the staff lounge. You 
thought nobody would walk in on you in the lab, didn't you?"

"What are you talking about. I don't believe you."

"Come, come now, don't try to lie your way out of it. We saw just as 
much as you saw now, and so we decided to do the same thing. Fair play, 
isn't it?"

Fred stammered hopelessly, confused between anger and shame, but there 
was no way out. Tomley obviously wasn't bluffing, but how had he 
happened to walk in at just the right moment?

Suddenly he realized he'd been betrayed and he spun on Myra Wilson. 
"You planned this didn't you? The both of you?"

"Very good," Tomley laughed. "I was wondering how long it would take to 
dawn on you."

"Damn it," Fred hissed angrily. "God-damnit!"

Tomley raised his eyebrows and chuckled, turning to Dinah who was 
slipping into her clothes, a despairing expression on her face.

"Well, I must say it worked out well. Even better than I expected. You 
have a hell of a wife, Peterson. I want you both to know you've been 
accepted into our little group here. You might call it extracurricular 
research studies. We do a little experimenting on our own after hours."

Both Dinah and Fred stared at him in utter amazement. Then Fred's eyes 
went back to his wife, focusing on the sticky strands of sperm that 
leaked out from her cunt as she hurriedly tried to slip her panties on. 
His anger under control now, he began to speak in a low, somber voice, 
dripping with sarcasm.

"That's just wonderful. I haven't been satisfied with what I've been 
getting at home. Maybe Dinah has learned some new things she can show 
me."

As these words rang in her ears, Dinah lifted her eyes to stare at the 
people gathered around her. She felt dazed and confused, overwhelmed by 
all the events that had happened so quickly. Her life was disrupted and 
broken in half, and what was happening now had an air of total 
unreality. She couldn't believe that both she and her husband had been 
so vilely tricked. She didn't know what to think except that everything 
she was hearing went against what she had been taught, everything she 
had believed in. It just wasn't right.

"No," she hissed vehemently. "I'm not getting involved in anything like 
that. I won't have it. You're sick, all of you!"

"Sick, huh?" her husband snapped. "You're talking like some kind of 
innocent virgin again, and that sure as hell isn't the way you were 
acting a minute ago."

"Yes, and what happened to you?" Dinah sneered. "I suppose you were 
just doing research in the lab with that ... that friend of yours. Just 
go ahead, you're free to do what you want, but you're not getting me 
involved in this kind of thing."

"All right, be quiet the both of you," the director growled 
authoritatively, cutting Fred off from replying. "If you want to 
continue here, you'll both cooperate. Otherwise there'll be a lot of 
trouble." His eyes narrowed ominously and he focused them on the 
husband and wife in turn. "If you try to get out of this there's going 
to be a lot of trouble for everyone. You remember a certain packet of 
photos in the desk, don't you Dinah? I hope you realize your 
fingerprints are all over them, and it might be embarrassing if word of 
that leaked out. So you can see we're all in this together."

The young wife's eyes narrowed as she gazed at Tomley, trembling with 
hostility. So, he had planted the envelopes too. It was all a trick. 
She'd been trapped, she and Fred too, though that didn't make things 
any easier to take.

"You wouldn't dare do a thing like that," she spat.

"Oh yes, I would, and I've done other things just like it. Our little 
group here has been going on a long time and we've managed to preserve 
the utmost secrecy." She watched as he smiled confidently, enunciating 
his words with calm composure. "We've had to be pretty clever to 
preserve the anonymity of our group, and we've succeeded. So, don't try 
going against the tradition. You'll both be cut down quicker than you 
think. I'm sure you understand."

"Photographs, what the hell are you talking about?" Fred asked, a 
puzzled frown contorting his face. It seemed like the whole trap had 
been set much more carefully than he had figured.

"Just relax," Tomley soothed. "Your wife can give you the details 
later. I'm in a bit of a hurry now, but before I go, let me tell you 
the first meeting will be tomorrow night at my place. Plan on being 
there, because if you aren't ..."

He needn't have bothered completing the sentence, for both Dinah and 
Fred Peterson knew exactly what he meant and what was more knew that he 
would follow through on his threats.

Myra had been sitting down listening to the conversation with an 
impassive expression on her face. She was casually smoking a cigarette 
and tilting her head back as she blew jets of air toward the ceiling.

"I think they understand now," she said coldly to the director. "I'd 
appreciate it if you'd give me a ride home. I'm in just as much a hurry 
as you are."

"All right, I think I've gotten my message across. I'll expect to see 
both of you at my place at nine o'clock. Be there."

Perfectly in command, Tomley escorted Myra from the room, leaving the 
distraught husband and wife facing each other. The tension grew quietly 
between them until finally Dinah broke from the strain. With her blouse 
half-unbuttoned she rushed over to Fred and threw her arms around him.

"Oh God, honey, forgive me. I'm so sorry," she begged, sobs choking her 
throat. "They tricked us. They tricked both of us. What are we going to 
do about that meeting tomorrow? I'm so afraid."

Stonily, the young scientist backed away from his pleading wife, a 
frown of distaste disfiguring his forehead. "We're going, that's what 
we're doing," he said. "And don't think everything's going to be all 
right. I saw what you did, and I'm not going to forgive you for a long, 
long time."

Suddenly a flush of anger flooded Dinah's cheeks.

"How can you say that? How can you possibly be so hypocritical. Did you 
forget that I saw everything you did? Everything." How dare he treat me 
like this, she thought bitterly. After all he's done he actually has 
the nerve to act so damn self-righteous and unforgiving. Does he think 
I'm the only one to blame?

In a day that had already wracked her nerves this was the last straw. 
Her eyes blazing, she wordlessly gripped her handbag and headed for the 
door, turning off the light on the way out. Let him find his own way, 
she said bitterly to herself. If he wanted to play dirty, so could she. 
One thing was sure. Their life together was going to change very 
quickly. He was going to pay for the way he'd humiliated her, and she 
was going to make sure that the price was big.



Chapter 8


Dinah couldn't help feeling nervous as Ralph Tomley led them through 
his home the following evening. It was located only five miles or so 
from the center in a secluded pine area, and it had the aura of a 
southern mansion of the type she'd only seen in movies before. Tall, 
stately pillars graced the front; colonial windows with fresh painted 
shutters broke up the whiteness of the facade, but the exterior was 
only an introduction to the magnificence of the inside.

The furniture was richly varnished colonial, and the walls were 
decorated with prints of horses and hunting scenes. Expensive-looking 
art objects perched on every table, and the carpeting was so plush that 
she nearly sank into it with each step.

"Where is everyone? I thought this was supposed to be some kind of a 
meeting?"

"Just relax," the director chuckled casually. "Everyone is downstairs 
in the game room. Appropriate name for the place, don't you think? I 
just had it soundproofed. There aren't many neighbors around here, but 
things get noisy at times, you know."

Her whole body trembled nervously as the older scientist's remarks 
reminded her of their purpose at his home tonight. Good God, how would 
she ever get through the evening? Desperately, she wished Fred could 
offer her some kind of support, but since yesterday he'd hardly spoken 
to her or even looked at her, for that matter.

In truth, up until this moment, she hadn't worried about his behavior, 
confident that eventually they would make peace and things would be all 
right. In a way, too, she'd been looking forward to this evening to 
avenge herself for the way he'd reacted to discovering her and Tomley. 
In the final analysis it had been his fault to begin with, and though 
he had chastised her, it was really she who wouldn't be able to forgive 
him for a long, long time.

The events of the previous afternoon had changed things so that they 
would never be the same again. And it wasn't just that she had 
discovered him in the naked embrace of another woman. No, the change 
was deeper than that and reflected something that was going on inside 
herself for she'd come to the conclusion that she'd enjoyed having sex 
with Ralph Tomley. It had been a great shock, of course, but had 
liberated a long-smouldering desire that had lain dormant inside her 
for God knows how long. It was so ironic that though her husband had 
tried to do the same thing, it was a total stranger who had finally 
succeeded--a stranger who'd come into her life to set her wild and 
free. For the first time she knew that sex didn't necessarily have to 
be bound up with love, but was a rich and rewarding experience in 
itself. She'd learned that she could make her own body give her 
pleasure if only she could loosen up and be prepared for that pleasure. 
It was simply a question of attitude, and Ralph Tomley had changed her 
attitude in a shockingly short time.

The worst of it all was that she wasn't totally certain that she could 
ever be satisfied with one man again. For if she had felt more 
fulfillment than ever under the ministrations of a perfect stranger, 
what was to stop that experience from repeating itself ad infinitum? 
Tonight would be the test, and somehow she was praying that she would 
fail, that she would just be a normal housewife again--an everyday 
woman who could remain content with the man she happened to be married 
to.

Pondering these thoughts, Dinah walked demurely between the director 
and her husband down the staircase to the basement level, where the 
game room was located. Though dimly lit, the room was filled with party 
noises indicating a large crowd. Some couples were dancing, some 
talking loudly and others were spread out on the long low leather 
couches that lined the walls. All this was normal for any party, but 
what left her in shocked surprise was that not a soul was wearing a 
stitch of clothing. Her knees and hands trembled as she beheld the 
sight, for now she knew that the real test of her new resolve had 
arrived.

Flabby, skinny, young and middle-aged, everyone casually occupied 
himself as though he were at a normal cocktail party in a suburban 
household, as though it would be ludicrous for them to cover 
themselves. The three of them, not the others, were the ones who looked 
ridiculous now, they were so out of place with their clothes on. Fred, 
she guessed, who was standing behind her, was undoubtedly thinking the 
same thing.

A moment later, Tomley had separated from them and gone over to a 
strange large object in one corner of the room, which through the 
darkness she hadn't noticed before. It was situated by a door which led 
out from the game room and was large and cubical in size, covered by a 
heavy velvet curtain with a metal ladder hooked to one side. What in 
the world was it, she wondered. It looked like a giant box of some 
sort, but why the curtains, what where they supposed to hide.

Her concentration was interrupted, however, by the director clapping 
his hands sharply and demanding everyone's attention.

"Please ... everyone ... I have an announcement to make. We have a new 
couple tonight. A new addition to our group." His eyes twinkled gaily 
as his voice carried over the attentive listeners in the room. "I know 
both these people will be a great asset to our activities tonight and 
many nights to come. Now if you'll help to take their clothes off, 
we'll begin our initiation ceremonies."

As he paused for a moment Dinah suddenly realized that she was the 
center of attention, the focus of the hungry glances of the males 
surrounding her. She wouldn't be safe, she realized even if she had 
worn a suit of armor. She felt naked now, having been undressed by 
their ravenous gazes, and instinctively her hand went up to break the 
low décolletage of her dress.

Smiling benignly, the director continued:

"As you can see the young lady is a little shyer than her husband. But 
shyness is becoming in our females isn't it? Ladies and gentlemen, 
let's give our new members a big hearty welcome."

The scene was so absurd she could hardly believe it. Tomley had 
introduced them as though they were performers about to enter on a 
stage, but instead of applause, they were greeted by a snickering 
silence and the crude looks that bespoke naked sexuality, unadorned by 
any pretense of manners.

"Well, start mingling, people," Tomley urged. "And as for you two, 
start taking your clothes off. What do you think this is-- a formal 
ball?"

As the director finished speaking, Dinah was aware of the glances 
turned on her, and the fear which had seized her earlier turned to 
blind panic. She whirled around, whispering urgently to her husband: 
"Fred, please, we've got to get out of here."

The words caught in her throat and she was just about to break up into 
sobs as she saw her husband begin to unbutton his shirt, all the while 
staring at her with a contemptuous look on his face.

"What's the matter?" he sneered. "Too many men for you? I'm sure you 
can handle them all after the way I saw you working out with Tomley." 
Suddenly, he brushed by her and headed into the crowd, stripping his 
shirt off as he did so. Tears of despair choked in her eyes, but with 
an effort, she managed to control herself. Damn him, she raged 
inwardly. If this is what he wants, he'll get it all right. She wasn't 
going to back out now. She was going to follow it all the way through 
to the bitter end. The names he had called her--"whore," "slut"--rang 
in her ears, but she told herself that he was really going to find out 
what they meant tonight. She was going to give him a dose of medicine 
so powerful she hoped he would choke on it.

Mustering her courage she turned to face the naked men who had slowly 
closed in on her. She didn't recognize them from the center or anywhere 
else, and they seemed like crude, vulgar types who were eyeing her as 
though she were a meal to be enjoyed.

"Hiya, Dinah," the tall one in the middle said. "My name's Nick Parker. 
I'm the mayor of Bay Bridge."

She tried to contain herself and smile at him, but noticing the 
lecherous glint in his eye, a chill of anxiety shot up her spine.

"H-hello," she stammered nervously, unable to figure out what to say 
next. She couldn't very well talk about her job or politics at a time 
like this. She relaxed a little when Parker began speaking in a smooth, 
charming voice.

"Why don't ya'll just let your hair down. After all, everybody's 
friends here."

God, she thought, it was just like a regular cocktail party except that 
everyone else was naked and she wasn't. Her nerves subsiding, she found 
herself able to speak a little more easily.

"Thank you ... I mean, I really don't know what to say. I've never seen 
anything like this before."

"Don't worry, Dinah. You'll get used to it. It's not as bad as you 
think."

"Come on, mayor, stop pussy footin' around. Let's get on with this. I 
wanta get me a little piece of her before we leave tonight."

The gruff voice suddenly shattered Dinah's composure, and she stared 
nervously at the stubby, broad-chested man who had just interrupted the 
mayor. Her eyes fastened involuntarily on the long thick rod of his 
penis that was hanging like a bullwhip, between his legs, looking as 
though it were ready to spring into action at any second.

"You like that doncha, baby?" he guffawed, catching the look in her 
eyes. "Well, you're gonna see plenty of it tonight, and you can tell 
that fancy-pants husband of yours that you got it from Pete Haskins. 
I'm the police chief in case you're interested. And I got more cock 
than anybody else in this room. You're gonna be calling me up on the 
phone asking for more after you see the way I give it to ya tonight."

Dinah shuddered in repulsion, wondering how she could ever let a 
horrible-looking man like him touch her. She looked at the other two in 
the group, hoping that somehow she would be spared the stubby little 
police chief, but she saw no trace of compassion in their eyes. The 
mayor, however, resumed his conversation as though the chief's remarks 
had been just an annoying interjection.

"This is Bart Bailey, head of Bailey Construction company, and this is 
Bart's son, Frank. He's captain of the baseball team at Bay Bridge High 
School."

Dinah's heart fluttered as she gazed at the boy. He was built like a 
Greek god, with rippling stomach muscles and sinewy, forearms and 
biceps. His cock was youthful looking, but large for his age, and 
Dinah, though she tried to avert her eyes, found herself looking at it. 
The expression on the boy's face was that of a naive teen-ager, lacking 
the sophistication of his mature body. She wondered how long he'd been 
a part of this group that Tomley had assembled. She wondered even more 
how Tomley had gathered these people all together under one roof in the 
first place. Originally she thought it would be people from work, but 
now it seemed as though the whole town of Bay Bridge had come to the 
director's mansion to participate in the orgy or whatever they called 
it.

Looking from face to face in the group assembled around her, she saw no 
compassion in anyone's eyes, no pity for her plight. How could she 
possibly go through with this? How could she possibly allow herself to 
be fucked by all these men? She had to stall them, that was it. She had 
to make mindless conversation until she found a means to slip away.

"Tell me, how did you all get to know Dr. Tomley?" she asked as 
pleasantly as she could.

In unison the men guffawed amongst each other until they'd finally 
recovered enough for the mayor to speak.

"We didn't get to know Dr. Tomley. Dr. Tomley got to know us. He's the 
one that started all this, and you know in a small town like Bay Bridge 
it's hard to keep any secrets. When Pete here found out about the 
orgies going on, we took the matter up with Ralph Tomley himself."

"Y-you mean, you knew there were things like this going on and you 
didn't do anything about it?"

"Hell," the police chief growled. "We did somethin' all right. We 
joined the club, and now practically the whole town's here tonight."

Her small talk was not going the way she expected, for any minute she 
feared they were going to drag her off someplace. If only she could 
find Fred and plead with him to help her. She would even beg his 
forgiveness just to get out of here. But no, she knew he wouldn't do 
anything like that. He was still too bitter and wanted to hurt her.

The police chief, who was swishing his drink around in his hand, looked 
up at her again.

"Ain't you ever wondered what that thing was?" he said pointing toward 
the large cubical object covered with the heavy curtains.

"I ... I was looking at it when we came in."

"Well come on, I'll show ya," he said, rudely grasping her by the arm. 
"You ain't gonna believe this."

Dinah could feel her heart pounding in her throat as the short barrel-
chested man was about to lead her off.

"No, please ... I'm not really that curious. Not now. I think maybe I'd 
better just go."

"Go? Hell, you can't go yet. You gotta take a good look-see at this 
here contraption that Ralph Tomley dragged into this house. You ain't 
never gonna see anything like it again."

The man had gripped her elbow and was tugging it insistently now, and 
she knew she had no choice but to follow him where he was taking her or 
create an unpleasant scene. Desperately, her eyes searched the room for 
her husband until finally she sighted him over by one of the couches 
being administered to by three naked women.

Dinah balked for a minute, her gaze lingering. All the girls were 
concentrating on arousing Fred and themselves as well. Two of them were 
taking turns licking and sucking his cock, while the third was down on 
her knees between his legs eagerly massaging his balls with a soft 
squeezing action. Dinah's stomach was about to turn in disgust when the 
police chief gave her a final no-nonsense tug on the arm and led her 
toward the door next to the veiled object.

"Let's stop messin' around here, woman. I got somethin' to show you," 
he said impatiently.

In a kind of hypnotic trance she allowed herself to enter through the 
doorway, growing angrier and angrier by the second as she thought about 
how well her husband was adapting to the situation. Imagine the nerve 
he had to call her terrible things--things like "whore" and "slut," as 
though she were the one who was supposed to be moral while he was free 
to do anything he wanted. She was sick of his double standard and 
determined to punish him, and with all her heart she hoped somehow Fred 
could see her when she was being fucked by these men. Resigning herself 
to her fate she found herself walking along a dark, carpeted corridor 
accompanied by the three men. It looked almost like some sort of secret 
passageway fitting for an old Southern mansion, but in a matter of 
moments she realized it was leading them back to more or less where 
they'd come from.

"Why are we going away from the others?"

"Hell woman," the police chief laughed. "I told ya we're gonna show you 
this thing here, and that's what I'm doing now."

Flicking on a light switch, he opened the door and moved forward until 
Dinah found herself in a kind of glass-enclosed box, opened at the top 
and covered with sand and rocks on the bottom. She realized she was 
inside the curtain-covered cube she had seen earlier.

"What is this? Where are we?"

"We're in an aquarium, for God's sake. Don't you know an aquarium when 
you see one? Same thing as they got in them labs at Benton Research. 
Only this one ain't gonna get you wet, so you don't have to worry about 
that pretty little body of yours."

Dinah could hardly believe that Tomley was so perverted as to actually 
transport an aquarium into his own home as a setting for the orgiastic 
lovemaking that went on there.

"Sort of love in a goldfish bowl," the mayor laughed as he stepped 
inside behind her, followed by the other two.

"But what about the curtains? Nobody will be able to see us in here?" 
Dinah protested. If she were to go through with this at all, it would 
be so that her husband would witness it. He had to! She desperately 
wanted to punish him.

"Hell, don't you worry your sweet little ass about that," the police 
chief soothed her. "When we start really goin' at it, one of us'll pull 
the string here, and then everybody in the room can see what's goin' 
on. It'll be just like a stag movie, only better."

The men and the teen-aged boy looked at each other, unable to conceal 
the grins of lustful excitement that spread across their faces. She 
just hoped she could let herself go tonight and not suddenly get cold 
feet and back out. Most of all, she hoped her husband would see her 
inside the tank when the curtains suddenly drew apart.

She wondered now whether she might not have let the men think she was 
too willing. After all they might make her do what she'd seen the women 
in the lab doing to her husband. But if she had to suck their cocks, 
she would just have to live through the experience somehow, guided by 
the need to shock her husband like he'd never been shocked before.

"What do you say we all get started with the evening's entertainment?" 
the police chief suggested, and as if to obey his command, pairs of 
hands reached out and began undressing her. She felt her zipper 
swishing down, her straps being slid off her shoulders; and then 
someone behind her was down on his knees slowly gliding the hem of her 
slip upward and removing it over her shoulders. Another pair of hands 
jerked at her brassiere and unsnapped it while at the same time she 
found her panties being rolled down over her hips and buttocks.

She could hardly believe she was letting this happen to her, but there 
was no way to deny that it was really taking place. She was standing 
naked in a giant fish bowl about to be raped by four men. How in the 
world could it be true? And how could she not be resisting them?

The truth was that far from resisting, she felt nervous only from a 
sense of excitement at the impending adventure. She was actually 
looking forward to what was going to happen to her.

"Man, get a look at that ass," the police chief sighed appreciatively 
from behind her. In spite of her mesmerized state, Dinah could feel 
herself blushing from the remark, and she turned to look at the others 
who were appraising and evaluating her as though she were merchandise 
on a slave market.

"Well, gentlemen, I think she's about ready for her initiation," the 
mayor announced as she stood perfectly still. Her mind was somewhere 
far away, but her ears were tuned to the sounds coming from the room on 
the other side of the curtain. She could hear gasps and moans building 
in rhythmic progression and an occasional shriek as one of the women 
reached the point of orgasm.

She came quickly back to reality as she saw the four men begin to close 
in on her in a tight circle, sending a momentary shiver of fear up her 
spine. She jumped as though touched by a live wire when one of the men 
suddenly reached out and stroked her buttocks.

"Just relax now," the mayor said. "You were doing fine a minute ago."'

"Maybe she'd like it in that tight little ass of hers," Haskins, the 
police chief, grinned. His bulky little body moved closer, and she 
could feel his finger worming its way into the crevice between her 
buttocks, making her squirm slightly. "Damn, you got some little ass. 
I'd like to split it in half with this cock of mine!"

God, what had she gotten herself into now? Her head downcast, she 
sensed the teen-age boy approaching, watched as he slowly bent down on 
his knees with an excited expression on his face and used his thumb and 
forefinger to part the soft curling strands of her pubic hair.

"Oh wow, what a pussy!" he exclaimed. "Man, I'm gonna get some of that 
to eat before we fuck her!"

"That sounds like a good idea," the mayor agreed. "However, as the 
highest ranking official present, I believe the first honors should go 
to me. It's about time we started the show rolling anyway."

Grasping her hand, the mayor led her out from the circle formed by the 
others and guided her down on the smooth white sand that lined the 
bottom of the tank. The three other men followed them over while the 
mayor lay down next to her. They watched, their lust-twisted faces 
contorted into masks of naked desire. It was like some kind of tribal 
rite, but there was nothing she could do about it. She had gotten 
herself into this and now she would have to follow it through no matter 
what happened, no matter what they did to her. She was alone and 
completely at their mercy. Suddenly she felt gruff hands pinning down 
her shoulders and saw Pete Haskins standing in between her legs, his 
cock erect and rigid, hovering menacingly above her, his balls dangling 
beneath it like bloated water-filled balloons.

For a moment she thought she might pass out, even prayed for it to 
happen, but suddenly the mayor rose to his feet and took command of the 
situation.

"Wait a minute, Pete," he said sternly. "I thought we had the 
priorities straightened out here. Besides, if you go first, there isn't 
going to be anything left of her. I think she needs a little loosening 
up anyway."

"Okay," the police chief grumbled, stepping back. "But you better not 
screw it up."

The others were gathered in a semicircle now as the mayor sank down to 
his knees between her legs and pressed his lips against her naked 
belly.

"Go on, lick it, mayor. Suck that cunt!" she could hear the chief's 
voice urging him on.

Convulsively her stomach spasmed as Parker began to glide his wetly 
glistening lips over her flesh. She tried to cringe away from the 
sudden contact, but it was impossible as an involuntary chill raced up 
the length of her spine. Then she felt the mayor's tongue tracing 
downward to her crotch, his tongue moving like a quivering snake into 
the tight moist slit of her pussy.

Automatically her body responded with convulsive jerks and twitches, a 
loud shattering moan pouring from her lips. She felt him rudely clamp 
his sweating palms against the trembling insides of her cream-white 
thighs, spreading them wider to have greater access to her loins. She 
forced her head up off the sand, her eyes wide and terror-stricken as 
she saw him hunched like an animal on all fours, grinning up at her 
like a coiled beast about to pounce on its prey. The pinkly glistening 
flesh of her moist vagina was presented up to his leering face like a 
pagan sacrifice. Though she looked to the men gathered around, she 
failed to find a trace of pity or compassion and knew that she was 
doomed to be used and abused by all of them.

A groan came from the mayor's throat as he harshly sucked in his breath 
and unpeeled the ragged pink lips of her vagina with his thumbs. His 
eyes fixed on the sight, and suddenly with a greedy hunger, he dipped 
his head down, and with a maddening sucking noise, drew the tiny pink 
bud of Dinah's throbbing clitoris into his hungrily gaping mouth. He 
nibbled at it with the edges of his teeth, feeling it spring to life.

Dinah clenched her eyes tight against the swirling spirals of strange 
sensations that were rocketing through her pinioned body. She fought 
with all her strength against the lewd sensations that were building 
inside her, but in spite of her repulsion at being forced into such a 
degrading and humiliating situation, trembling sparks of raw pleasure 
were beginning to ignite her dormant womb.

With a sudden jerk, the mayor's tongue slipped forward, burrowing deep 
into her tightly clasped cunt like a racing lizard, and she realized it 
was no longer possible to deny the latent sensations within that begged 
to be released. She recalled her earlier resolve of going along with 
everything these men demanded of her and suddenly realized that her 
intense psychological preparations had been unnecessary. For now she 
was sure they could force her to do any perverted thing they desired 
and she would be unable to resist. She had no choice but to admit that 
she was actually enjoying what was happening to her now. True, flashes 
of regret were beginning to trouble her, but then she remembered how 
her husband had obviously been enjoying the attention of all those 
women on the couch in the other room. Why shouldn't she have the same 
opportunity? She was sick and tired of his chauvinistic double 
standard, and now she was determined to completely liberate herself 
from all the puritanical bonds of the past which had tied her down.

The image of her husband being sucked and licked by the strange women 
around him danced through her mind as she surrendered to the shocks of 
pleasure rippling through her body while the mayor's quick-moving 
tongue speared in and out of her dilated vagina. Suddenly, her reason 
deserted her as her body responded more and more feverishly to the oral 
manipulations of her frantically quivering cunt. Her hips jerked up 
spasmodically, burying the flicking tongue to its roots.

Never before had she experienced such wanton abandon, and for the first 
time she cared about nothing else. Not her husband, her principles, nor 
the humiliations she was undergoing. All that mattered was the hotly 
flicking tongue diving in and out of her cunt, mining her for the rich 
liquid of her loins. Her buttocks ground and grated against the sand 
beneath her, as though trying to extinguish the hot fire of her loins, 
trying to subdue the flicking tongue that lashed into her pussy. She'd 
never realized before what it meant to be a truly sensual woman, free 
to work out the accumulated frustrations of years she had devoted to 
protecting her reputation and innocence, free from months of fighting 
off her husband's "improper" advances.

But why were her inhibitions so suddenly released? Perhaps it was the 
fact that these men were strangers, or that she was almost completely 
at their mercy. She didn't know for sure, but her inner fears had 
dissipated, and she was now willing to give them whatever they wanted. 
Something had turned her body on, and she prayed for her and Fred's 
sake that it wouldn't soon be turned off.

Straining against the arms that restrained her, she thrust her pelvis 
upward, feverishly grinding her cunt against the mayor's face buried in 
between her legs. She began churning her buttocks in tight teasing 
circles, fighting for the release that was now so close. Suddenly the 
mayor thrust his head back, withdrawing his tongue from her cunt, 
raising himself up as he pushed against her thighs.

"Not now ... don't stop now," she wailed, as she saw him backing away 
and slowly rising to his feet. "P-p-p-please, suck me. Oh God, suck my 
cunt. Don't go away!"

Her eyes frosted with desire, she searched the men looming about her 
until finally the police chief grinned down at her, and gripping her 
hand, hoisted her up to a sitting position. She needed one thing now, 
and one thing only--a cock! God, she would do anything for a cock 
between her legs.

"Hurry! Please. Fast!" she begged as the short stubby man insinuated 
himself between her legs. He draped her legs over his thighs and 
waddled closer as she grasped his cock and tightly circled her fingers 
around it. It was thick and filled with blood, and she guided it 
hungrily in between her gaping cunt lips.

Suddenly, like a live wet animal she could feel it sliding into her, 
his balls smacking heavily on her upturned ass, his hairy stomach 
grating against the yielding softness of her belly.

She strained against him, silently pleading for him to go deeper into 
her belly.

"Deeper, deeper. Fuck me deeper!" she wailed, squirming and jerking 
like a trapped animal.

Clutching the cheeks of her ass he pitched his hips forward, sinking 
his cock inside her cunt up to the hilt.

Groaning in frustration, she knew that she needed more, that he wasn't 
big enough for her. She splayed her legs wider, her knees pointing 
upward to give him greater access, but it was hardly worth it. His 
jerking cock pistoned into her with rampant excitement, but it still 
didn't go deep enough to please her. Her whole body strained, gasps and 
moans escaping from her lips as his pelvis smacked against her loins, a 
brutal thud resounding with each thrust. She moaned again, this time 
like a cat in heat as he strained to bring her to climax with the 
brutal pounding of his body.

She bucked beneath him, concentrating with all her might on the elusive 
apex of orgasm, and suddenly she felt his cock flesh stiffen and jerk, 
spewing its stored-up juices far up inside the secret recesses of her 
gaping womb.

But it wasn't enough. Oh God, why couldn't he satisfy her? She felt the 
keen frustration of disappointment as tears ran down her reddened 
cheeks. Before she knew it, though, the police chief had fallen back to 
be replaced by the contractor, a burly gray-haired man with a powerful, 
well-preserved middle-aged body.

Lifting her head up slightly she gazed down in between her widespread 
legs to observe his cock as he knelt before her. It was huge and thick, 
lined with powerful blue veins, and it jutted out from between his legs 
like a threatening spear, his testicles dangling beneath it like 
powerful-balled fists. She knew it would be like a telephone pole 
ramming inside her, but all resistance and sense of morality had 
deserted her, and she was ready for it now.

"Yes, give it to me," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Ram it inside 
my pussy."

"Damn right I will, baby. Damn right," he said grinning, his lips bared 
back over his teeth. Gripping his hand around the inflamed organ he 
began to stroke it back and forth as she watched it growing in length 
and breadth before her very eyes. God, how much bigger could it get! 
She could never take it as it was now, but she needed it, she needed it 
with all her heart!

"Come on, hurry," she rasped throatily. "Stick it in me quick!"

The other men were on their knees around her in a tight vicious circle, 
their faces leering down at her, evil grins of malicious lust on their 
lips. They were practically panting as they watched the contractor 
preparing himself to fuck her. Quickly they swung into action, strong 
hands grasping her ankles and stretching her legs flat and wide apart, 
other hands pressing her shoulders down flat in the sand. Her hair-
covered pussy was stretched wide apart, the tiny lips gaping eagerly as 
though desperately desiring to be fed with a thick bulging staff of 
male flesh. Slowly the contractor guided his cock forward until the 
quivering blood-filled head found the opening of her cunt and then it 
rested there for a long tantalizing moment.

"Go on, ram it in her, daddy," the teen-aged boy urged excitedly, 
watching his father maneuver his cock into position. His eyes were 
bulging, and he had grasped his youthful cock with one hand, rubbing 
the foreskin slowly back and forth.

His father was grinning insanely, his face contorted with a raw lust 
such as she'd never seen before. Suddenly he flicked his hips forward 
and the bloated cockhead insinuated itself in between her cunt lips so 
that they reacted with an automatic spasm, clenching tightly around the 
instrument. Another quick lurch and he was in deeper, bringing another 
worldly moan from Dinah's throat, as she gritted her teeth sharply 
together.

"Just you sit tight, baby. This ain't even started yet," she could hear 
a gruff voice warning her. "Shit, you got two more to go and then some. 
You're gonna have plenty of cock tonight, sweetheart."

"Aaaaaaaaugh!" she moaned again as the cock sank an inch deeper inside 
her. Her legs kicked and her body squirmed but she was held rigidly in 
place by pairs of stocky hands and arms, and she knew there was no 
escape. She had no choice but to enjoy every second of the tortured 
splitting of her lust-swollen cunt. She was certain her cunt lips were 
going to be torn apart, her belly ripped asunder. The pain was 
unbearable, wracking her body like blows from bolts of lightning.

The gray-haired contractor levered up on his knees, then came down hard 
on her with a thud, his grin widening as his cock seared deep up inside 
her pussy flesh.

"Awwwwwwww!" she gasped, her head thrashing from side to side.

The rock-hard male cock sank in another inch, another excruciating inch 
into the tight wet chamber of her abused vagina.

"UMMMMMMPPPPHHHH! AWWWWWWGH!" she groaned, her head twisting crazily 
from shoulder to shoulder.

Hot breath raked her naked sweating body as the men crowded closer, 
hypnotized by the brutal skewering of her loins. Through the dimness of 
her confusion she was aware of hands clutching and squeezing her 
breasts, clawing over every part of her flesh until she felt as though 
she were being attacked by predatory animals, trying to suck and scrape 
her flesh away from her bones.

She breathed and hissed frantically, her body bucking and jerking in a 
savage frenzy. Her sobbing struggles only seemed to excite her 
ravishers even more, and they clawed at her with abandoned ferocity. 
The body of the heavy man above her crashed down once again, his cock 
plowing mindlessly into her brutalized cunt passage, pressing great 
waves of her pink flesh before it, smashing even the last mite of 
resistance in her soul. It was an uncontrolled demon crawling around 
inside her, filling her every crevice and knotting her inner organs in 
tight fists that could not breathe or move. She thought the jerking 
pulsing rod would burst into her throat any minute if he didn't stop, 
so great was the pressure. It was ripping her soul from her body and 
devouring it in great gulps of depraved sensuality.

Suddenly it began to jerk and twist with a life of its own, entirely 
separate from the contractor's quickly working body. With an enormous 
thud, his sperm-bloated balls slapped against her ass-cheeks as he 
groaned above her like a wounded animal.

The head flexed inside her and she groaned uncontrollably.

"Cum, cum, damn it!" she begged him, her eyes wide with urging.

In response he began sliding in and out with long smooth strokes, and 
her groans became progressively quieter as she grew accustomed to the 
monstrous intrusion inside her. Then he began a slow revolving motion 
with his pelvis, grinding his bludgeonlike organ into her naked loins, 
expanding the tight-stretched interior of her vagina until it fit him 
like a well-tailored glove.

The men around her stared wide-eyed, unbelieving that the tight, tiny 
cunt they had seen before could swallow the whole of the enormous cock 
buried inside it. From either side, in between her legs, fingers teased 
at her hair-covered cunt lips clinging tenaciously to the lust-bloated 
organ. She felt a finger from somewhere probing at her tightly clenched 
asshole, worming its way slowly into the velvety nether flesh. It 
curled like a corkscrew, slowly enlarging the tiny opening until the 
palm of the invading hand lay spread against her ass-cheeks, the finger 
sunk deep inside.

The contractor quickened his tempo now with an agonizing bucking and 
jerking motion, ramming his cock quickly in and out of her hotly 
begging pussy. Her body and asscheeks ground helplessly into the sand 
as her legs kicked and jerked against the hands restraining her ankles. 
The finger buried deep in her asshole began to piston savagely in and 
out, matching the rhythm of the driving cock above it. Tortured grunts 
and groans poured from her throat as sweat coated her forehead.

The pain was miraculously diminishing and strange sensations of 
tingling excitement flooded her body to her very extremities. The 
outrageous humiliation and debasement she was undergoing aroused 
masochistic delights inside her, which she could no longer deny. Her 
hips began gyrating in an abandoned tempo matching the increased speed 
of the cock and finger fucking into her. Hands from all around her 
groped to drive her on as leering faces peered down hungrily.

"Aw! Agh! F-fuck me!" she crooned, her eyes darting about like those of 
a frantic animal. Hardened cocks were everywhere, quivering above her 
and pointing, poised at all parts of her body. No longer compelled to 
hold her down the men had begun stroking them in time to the bucking of 
the jerking woman's hips. She was surrounded by them, imprisoned by 
them and all the time the most magnificent of them was fucking into 
her, expanding the walls of her loins with each savage stroke. For a 
moment she remembered that the curtain hadn't yet been opened and that 
her husband hadn't been able to see the degradation she was undergoing. 
She had almost forgotten the main reason why she'd allowed herself to 
do this. But there was nothing she could do, not now at this moment. 
She was a helpless captive against the lewd ravishment being inflicted 
on her by the four men.

"God, don't stop, please don't stop!" she gasped quickly, her brain 
reeling and whirling as she rotated her upthrust ass faster and faster 
in lewd lascivious circles to keep pace with the monstrous cock flesh 
that was ramming ceaselessly into her. She could feel someone seizing 
her hand and placing his cock in it, and then her fingers automatically 
clasping around it and beginning to rub it back and forth in a 
maddening sensual rhythm. No longer caring what was happening, she 
stroked it faster and faster, feeling it bulging and jerking in her 
hand.

Suddenly it jumped and as her eyes widened she could see quick jets of 
sperm leaping from its quivering head, raining down on her breasts like 
hail on a tarpaulin. At the same time, the contractor rolled his eyes 
and groaned, and suddenly his cock shot off like a firecracker, his 
bloated balls forcing gush after gush of white-hot cum deep into her 
loins. She ground her naked crotch up tight against his pelvis, her 
nibbling cunt lips milking his penis clean until with a groan he fell 
back, his deflated cock popping out limply from her warm, sated pussy.

Under his giant body, Dinah sobbed with frustration. It just wasn't 
fair that she should be deprived of the climax she had fought for while 
these men used her body to satisfy their own selfish desires. 
Especially when Fred was having the time of his life on the other side 
of this strange aquarium, free to do what he wanted with all those 
women who'd clustered around him. It was the double-standard again, and 
she thought she would never be able to conquer it. Then suddenly she 
remembered once again the whole purpose of why she was doing what she 
was doing. Opening her eyes, she shrieked a command at the lust-crazed 
men around her.

"Open the curtains, dammit. Now!"

To her surprise she could see the mayor immediately jumping to her 
order and pulling the drawstrings so that the thick velvet curtain slid 
wide apart, revealing a view into the other room.

"Don't you worry about showing your husband," he chuckled. "We're not 
finished yet. No sir, not by any means."

"You bet your sweet little ass," Haskins, the police chief, guffawed. 
"We got plenty more lead in our pencils."

"W-what are you going to do next?" Dinah demanded, her legs still 
splayed and thick streams of cum seeping out from her cunt and down the 
insides of her thighs.

"You'll see," the mayor said. "Now get down on your hands and knees."

"Yeah, just like a bitch sheep dog," Haskins grinned lewdly.

Puzzled, she obeyed nevertheless, planting her knees in the gritty sand 
and supporting herself with her arms out in front of her. She suddenly 
felt the weight of the mayor behind her, his hands stretching wide the 
white cheeks of her buttocks. Immediately she assumed that he was going 
to take advantage of her the way her husband had done last week and was 
comforted by the fact that not much more damage could be done to her 
vagina now after what she'd been through. It had horrified her then, 
but now she didn't care at all what she'd been through.

"Now just you relax," the mayor comforted her. "You just take it nice 
and easy, even though it might be a little uncomfortable at first."

Slowly, two of his fingers wiggled into her asshole and began squirming 
around inside, widening the tight little ring until she could feel a 
cool breeze rushing inside. She found herself squirming her buttocks 
back against his ministrations, her sphincter muscles clasping and 
unclasping in a rhythmic cadence. Tiny moans of pleasure rippled from 
her lips as his feverish manipulations increased in intensity, bringing 
to her sensations she never experienced before. Her will power seemed 
to be entirely drained as her excitement built, and she felt herself 
desperately desiring that he would ram his stiff male member inside as 
her husband had once done from that position.

"Come on, spread your legs, sweetheart," he demanded.

And automatically she could feel her knees sliding slowly apart on the 
gritty sand, expanding her anal passage wider and wider so that it 
could be abused by the man behind her. His finger continued to prod at 
the deep little hole as she winced, jumping forward slightly from the 
tense contact.

It entered slowly, not hurting as she'd anticipated but sending a 
sensation of surprised pleasure through her body as the finger wormed 
its way deeper and deeper into her rectum. With a sawing motion he 
began to draw it in and out, widening the tiny anus more and more. She 
cried out and grabbed the sand as though she were grasping for a branch 
to keep from falling off a cliff. He forced in another finger and this 
time it hurt. She winced with pain and tried to squirm away from the 
impalement, but the mayor locked her close to him with one hand tightly 
clasped on her hip. For a brief moment he was still, then his fingers 
began working together inside her once again, corkscrewing into her 
asshole without mercy, stretching the tiny puckered hole until she 
grunted in pain each time he twisted his hand.

The other men watched in fascination at the cruel subjugation of this 
lovely young wife by the city official. Their jaws gaped with disbelief 
when suddenly Dinah's flushed face began to show joy. Her mouth hung 
open and she began panting and mewling as the mayor's long fingers 
probed the depths of her asshole, and she rotated her buttocks back 
against his hand.

"Goddamn, jam that hand up in there!"

"Go to it, mayor. Cornhole that sweet little bitch!"

"Waaa-hooo, can she move that ass!"

The excited noises grew loud and boisterous as though they were all at 
some kind of barn dance, and they whooped and hollered mercilessly as 
she began to respond to the skewering of her ass with abandoned fervor.

Suddenly she realized what the mayor was preparing her for. He was 
going to stick his cock in her rectum! No, he couldn't possibly have 
meant it, she thought as her mind raced like a forest fire out of 
control. That was a perversion so disgusting she could hardly imagine 
it. All the time she'd thought the mayor was just priming her with 
foreplay to enter her vagina from the rear, and she had to admit how 
much it had stimulated her. In fact, she was so aroused she could 
barely stand it any longer! She wanted his cock, that big bulging cock 
sliding into her pussy flesh, not back there.

"Not my asshole!" she screamed back at him. "Don't fuck my asshole!"

She could feel his fingers pulling out, the rubbery skin of her anus 
clinging to them and making a sucking, hissing noise as her spincters 
reluctantly released them. Then she felt him push the cheeks apart 
again and she cringed forward, grinding her breasts down into the sandy 
bottom of the aquarium. Any second she expected his bluntly throbbing 
cock to ram into her back passage, but to her surprise, she felt his 
hot breath raking the crevice between her ass-cheeks, his tongue 
flicking teasingly at the tortured opening. His mouth clamped tightly 
over the hole next and his tongue thrust through, forcing a low 
guttural moan from her throat. The sensation aroused her to new heights 
of fervor, and she squirmed maddeningly before him.

"Oh God. Go ahead. Stick it in. Go ahead!" she begged. "Hurry before I 
go insane!"

As she wailed this cry from her lust-wrenched lips, he withdrew his 
mouth and moved his body up tight between the backs of her thighs, 
making her quiver with anticipation. She felt the mushroomlike head of 
his cock resting in the split between her buttocks, quivering as though 
ready to go into action any second. Supporting herself with one hand, 
she reached back between her legs with the other and cupped his heavy 
balls in her palm.

"Damn, she really does want it," she could hear the teen-aged boy's 
excited voice.

"Come on Dinah baby, get the mayor's cock in the right place," the 
police chief bellowed.

Dinah's hand moved hesitantly from his leadlike balls and fear shot 
through her as she perceived how long it was. It was even longer than 
the contractor's, though not quite as thick. And it was going inside 
her ass. God, she was really going to be split apart this time. She 
stroked it tentatively, trying to decide what to do.

"Stick it in that hole, Dinah," the mayor urged her. "Stick it in that 
hot little ass of yours."

Her fingers trembling, she submitted to the mayor's command, holding 
her breath as she placed the quivering tip against her hairless 
opening. Feeling him begin to probe forward, she realized that her 
fears had been real, and that she had let herself be taken away by the 
heat of passion. It would never fit. Oh God, it would wreck her 
insides. His hips and knees wriggled around as he began working it 
slowly inside her, the head throbbing and making her asshole jerk 
wider. The pressure against the tiny opening was unbearable and 
something had to give way.

Her rear muscles strained and suddenly there was a popping noise 
followed by a spasm of excruciating pain that made her twist her face 
down in the sand, her red tresses flying over her back from shoulder to 
shoulder as she did so. Her buttocks moved back savagely, her belly and 
back undulating like a crawling snake. Her jerking, bucking motions 
sank the rod of flesh behind her deeper and deeper into her anus until 
she was moaning and screaming like a banshee. The men watched with lewd 
grins on their faces as she tried to escape by jerking forward, but the 
mayor's hands were dug tight into her hips, and he was holding her 
locked to his loins.

"AWWWWWWWWGHHHHHHH!" she groaned from the pain, her face twisted and 
contorted from the ravishment of her virginal anus. "It's t-tooo big!" 
she cried.

The mayor merely grinned and shoved into her without pity.

"Start moving that ass back! Move it in circles!" he barked, as though 
he were giving orders to an assistant.

Her eyes burned with tears of confusion and she could hardly think. 
There was no way to escape the brutal pain that was being inflicted on 
her by the mayor's long pulsating cock ramming into her asshole, 
threatening to rip her inner organs asunder.

"Come on girl, push back," the police chief whooped from beside her.

Suddenly she clenched her eyes tightly shut, gritted her teeth against 
the pain and did exactly as she was commanded, moving her buttocks back 
against the long bulging cock ramming into her back passage.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" she chanted madly as the monstrous shaft slowly burrowed 
deeper into her belly. She jerked forward quickly, unable to go through 
with it, but he was right up against her without wasting a second.

With a quick forward flick of the hips, he buried his cock practically 
to the hilt in the soft flaccid tunnel of her ass. The pain was like 
torture, searing through her belly, and she fought savagely for a full 
minute longer against the brutal skewering until with a final groan she 
ceased her struggle.

Rattling gasps heaving from his chest, the mayor began sawing 
rhythmically into her deep back passage, burying his rampaging 
instrument to the balls in her skewered rectum with each excruciatingly 
brutal forward thrust.

Then before the unbelieving eyes of the crowd, Dinah began grinding her 
hips backwards, rotating them in wide circles as she reveled in the 
cruel sodomizing of her ass. The grinning mayor slammed into her with 
hard pitiless thrusts, his lips bared back over his teeth, his nostrils 
flaring as he sucked in huge gasps of air. His face was contorted in a 
mask of delight as he stretched the pink flesh of her ass on the 
outstroke and then drove it back in hard on the instroke.

Dinah wagged her head from side to side, all the muscles in her body 
straining, the veins in her neck standing out in high relief as her 
face reddened, and she crooned and wailed in the incomprehensible 
language of lust. Her hair tangled wildly around her face as her 
buttocks jerked and belly undulated. As the cock rammed into her, her 
body was flooded with spasms of masochistic joy that gave her a strange 
delightful pleasure. She wallowed obscenely in the lewd ass-fucking, 
raising and lowering her hips, driving them back and forth like 
powerful pistons. She gasped in pleasure as his testicles smacked 
rhythmically against her cunt below, sending quivers of excitement 
through her loins. Behind her she heard the hard-driving mayor groaning 
and grunting each time he jerked into her, bringing moans and mewls 
from her own throat as he did so. She waved the whiteness of her ass 
back at him, desperate for him to shoot his sperm deep into her back 
passage.

"OHHHHHHH! AHHHHHHH!" she groaned and gasped as he pressed forward as 
hard as he could, pulling her ass-cheeks wide apart to allow him to 
sink deeper. With one hand she reached back under her body and cradled 
his balls again, scraping her nails over them in a maddening teasing 
motion that brought saliva driveling down over her back.

"Goddamn, she's movin' that ass!" the police chief gasped 
appreciatively from off to the side, as he stroked his hardened cock in 
lustful appreciation.

Suddenly she felt another movement around her head and a pair of knees 
sinking into the sand in front of her. It was the teen-aged boy, the 
contractor's son, and he was gripping her temples tightly, forcing her 
head upward. Her gaze came level with the youth's stiff quivering cock 
that looked as though it was going to explode any minute.

"Damn, suck me!" he begged. "Y-ya gotta suck me!"

Quickly his thumbs were on her lips, prying them apart and forcing her 
mouth open. Before she even had a chance to think his white youthful 
cock had slipped in between her teeth.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah!" he groaned, throwing his head back. "Look, Pop, 
she's suckin' me."

As he gripped his hands even tighter against her temples, she winced 
with pain and humiliation. Finally she was being made to do what she 
had always detested, and she was doing it to a teen-age boy. She was 
sucking his cock! Sucking his cock while the mayor fucked her ass from 
behind. She struggled in horror against this final humiliation, her 
mind desperately searching for some way to escape, just the way she had 
enjoyed everything else that had happened to her that evening.

God, she hoped Fred was watching all this. She no longer cared about 
herself but about humiliating him, about punishing him for what he'd 
done to her.

"You baaaastard!" she screamed mindlessly, hoping that he could hear 
her outside the tank.

From behind her, the mayor gave a monstrous effort, sinking his shaft 
even deeper in her rectum until she jumped forward from the sudden 
pain. Her face ran head on into the cock poised between her lips and it 
suddenly went deep inside her throat. She could feel its stiff 
pulsations against the insides of her cheeks, tiny droplets of pre-cum 
already seeping down her throat. She could feel his hips twitching as 
he fucked into her viciously, anxious to spew his youthful load of 
sperm down her throat. Dinah gagged as his cock rammed halfway down her 
throat, the full length of it disappearing between her lips until only 
the very base remained protruding from the nest of his wiry pubic hair. 
She struggled for breath, her nostrils flaring, her face growing red. 
She could feel hot churnings of lust inside the fleshy instrument 
buried in her mouth and wondered if he was going to cum inside her 
throat. She fought mentally against the obscene rape of her mouth, but 
it was useless as he quickened his thrusts to match those of the mayor 
fucking into her ravaged asshole, never quite pulling it all the way 
out but leaving a slight part of the tip beyond her lips in the hot 
moist shelter of her mouth.

Dinah closed her eyes in humiliation as they buffeted her back and 
forth with merciless energy, using her body as a receptacle for their 
lustful desires. She was no longer human but a great mass of limp flesh 
unable to think or feel.

Still, there was some deep instinct inside her, which made her 
appreciate what was happening on a basic animal level. The desire 
inside her belly flickered again, and as the mental picture of being 
skewered by two cocks from different ends danced through her mind, the 
desire began to flare up like a raging fire. She rolled her buttocks 
high up behind her in a pulsating circular movement, tightening her 
sphincter muscles around the hot staff of flesh impaled beneath them. 
She wanted to milk it dry, to fill her belly again with torrents of hot 
male sperm, until the sticky fluids ran out of her asshole and trickled 
maddeningly down the insides of her thighs.

Her cheeks puffing and hollowing, she began to suck fervently on the 
throbbing cock buried in her mouth, her tongue swirling wildly over and 
around the blood-filled head, feeling it twitch and throb inside her 
throat. She wanted the horny teen-ager to cum inside her throat now. 
God how she wanted it!

It was the first time she'd ever tasted a cock, and she explored it 
hungrily, her tongue flicking at the blood-filled head, slowly gliding 
into the tiny slit at the end of the tip. She wanted it to shoot in her 
mouth, to swallow and feel it pouring down her throat to meet the sperm 
that would soon be shooting into her entrails from behind. She wanted 
it to run through her body in great gushing torrents.

Behind her the mayor was fast building toward his climax, bucking into 
her harder and faster in a wild frenzy, battering his hips mercilessly 
against the quivering cheeks of her ass with a leathery smacking sound.

His hands gripped her tiny waist, his fingernails digging deep into the 
soft flesh, bringing a cry of resistance from her throat that was 
immediately muffled by the cock buried deep in her mouth. She moaned 
incessantly at the dual ravishment of her loins as the teen-ager 
reached down underneath her and began squeezing her breasts in a 
frantically building rhythm. His eyes were aglow with savage delight, 
and he threw his head back as she sucked hungrily on his bulbously 
pulsating cock.

The mayor pried her ass-cheeks as wide apart as they could go, smacking 
into her with resounding thuds as sweat dripped from his face onto her 
undulating back, and his breath rattled in his throat with the effort 
of keeping up with her madly pistoning body.

Dinah worked with dazed passion, licking and sucking crazily at the 
youthful cock skewering her mouth. Her saliva began to grow sticky as a 
tiny emission dribbled from its tip, leaving a pungent salty taste that 
she swallowed hungrily, her Adam's apple bobbing up and down in a 
tense, quick rhythm. The boy's hips were jerking and straining below 
her bobbing head, his fingers tightly tangled in her long red tresses, 
pulling the hair at the roots in his mad desperation to reach orgasm.

Suddenly as her loins spasmed inwardly, Dinah felt the cock in her 
mouth stretching and expanding until it made her cheeks puff up with 
air. She moaned and mewled and swallowed, sucking it in until it 
brushed against her tonsils, as though she were trying to make it join 
with the blunt instrument screwing into the depths of her asshole from 
the other end.

The boy's muscles suddenly stiffened as if his body had been charged by 
an electrical current, and he jerked his hips tight against her face, 
the full length of his cock burying itself in the depths of her 
constricted throat.

"Awww yeah, I'm gonna cum!" he wailed, his eyes rolling up toward the 
ceiling.

Desperately, Dinah sought to breathe through her flaring nostrils, 
wheezing and gasping and nearly choking on the boy's expanded cock 
flesh that grew and pulsed inside her mouth. Suddenly, his sperm 
rocketed forward in quick sharp jets, flooding the depths of her throat 
as her cheeks filled with air, and her Adam's apple bobbed madly up and 
down. She sucked and swallowed with crazed gulps, but still fountains 
of white creamy sperm poured out between her lips and dribbled down her 
chin, dripping slowly into the sand. The boy abruptly pushed back on 
her shoulders and fell backward, overcome by the ecstasy of having cum 
in a grown woman's mouth. His cock was still joined to her lips by tiny 
thin strands of cum, but she licked them clean, hungry for every ounce 
of salty male fluid that she could swallow.

With the teen-ager lying in front of her, she arched her back low and 
waved her buttocks high in the air, screwing them feverishly back on 
the great plunging cock that threatened to rip out her insides. She 
felt it throb suddenly and knew this could mean only one thing.

Her thighs and buttocks were swept wide apart in one last crushing 
lunge as the mayor shoved the full throbbing length of his cock into 
her wide-stretched rectum, jerking convulsively, his hands tearing at 
her flesh like the talons of an enraged eagle. Dinah screamed muttering 
guttural groans, her lips moving and mouth working as incoherent grunts 
poured from her body. Suddenly with a jerk, the mayor's cock began 
spraying hot jets of sperm deep into her anal passage.

"OOOOOOOOOOH" she shrieked out her release as his orgasm flooded her 
body like a gigantic tidal wave. She screwed her buttocks back against 
the frenziedly jerking cock, feeling her body explode into a thousand 
shards as it ripped up inside her. His cum backed up and seeped around 
his cock, spewing down the backs of her legs in free-flowing rivulets 
as she ground and writhed, her teeth gnashing, her fingers clawing 
madly at the sand. One, two, three, the jerks of his cock came until 
finally it was all over, and he withdrew the deflated organ from the 
crevice of her ass with a popping, hissing sound. Immediately she fell 
forward, her arms sliding out until her belly and breasts crushed 
against the sandy bottom of the tank. In her state of sated exhaustion 
she thought she could hear gasps and murmurs coming from somewhere 
outside the aquarium, but only when she turned her head toward the 
glass wall on the outside could she see that a crowd had gathered and 
that they were eyeing her with amazement. Her body froze as she 
realized she was the center of their attention, and then she quickly 
closed her eyes. Where was Fred, she wondered, as the ecstatic 
experience of what she'd done had begun to wear off, leaving her with 
only shame and humiliation. She needed him desperately, she had to find 
him. Groping for her clothes which had been scattered about, she 
collected them and hurried toward the door leading out from the 
aquarium tank, immediately receiving the answer to the question she had 
posed inwardly, for Fred was standing right in the doorway.

She fought back the tears as she approached him.

"Fred, I'm sorry. I wanted to teach you a lesson. I didn't know it 
would be like this."

But immediately, she could see that his attitude hadn't changed at all. 
He was looking at her with a frozen stare on his face.

"I can't hear a word you're saying," he spat bitterly at her. "As far 
as I'm concerned we're finished."

"Fred, please. I want you."

He laughed hollowly and sneered at her.

"Want me? What for? I've only got one cock to fuck you with."

"Fred, please!"

But it was no use. She could see that he wanted nothing to do with her. 
He had merely come to humiliate her one last time, as though she hadn't 
been humiliated enough in one evening.

And giving her one last look of disdain, he turned away and left her 
sobbing naked in the doorway.



Chapter 9


Fred Peterson stirred his martini with his finger as he paced the floor 
of his heavily carpeted living room while Dinah sat impassively on the 
couch.

"Well, it's all over now. Our marriage is finished, and my career is 
ruined."

His nervous pacing reflected the jumble of thoughts in his mind. 
Everything seemed to be whirling in his head until he didn't have the 
slightest idea of what to do next. Recalling the party at Tomley's 
house he remembered how enraged he'd been after seeing his wife take on 
four men and actually enjoy it, but for the past several days he'd been 
reflecting on the matter and realized that she had done it to punish 
him because he had let himself go with Myra Wilson. It was the first 
time he'd ever had sex with anyone else but his wife, he knew, but why 
did he have to pay such a heavy price for it? Of course it had all been 
planned, not down to the minutest detail, but Tomley had planned the 
scenario nonetheless, and Fred felt extremely bitter about it. He'd had 
half a mind to leave Dinah stranded at Tomley's house, but when he saw 
the pitiable state she was in, standing at the edge of the parking lot, 
he had wheeled the car toward her in reverse, jammed the brakes on, and 
opened the door, driving her home, even though he hadn't really wanted 
to.

All the way home he'd been trying to contain his viciousness, but still 
he'd been waiting for her to say something, anything, that would give 
him an excuse to vent his anger. She hadn't, though. She had just sat 
beside him in the car, trembling and looking forlorn, and in spite of 
his bitterness, he hadn't mentioned a word about the evening and what 
they'd done.

Now, though, it was time to smoke the matter out into the open, for he 
wasn't going to hold it in any longer.

"Well, what are we going to do, get a divorce?" he said, trying to 
remain as calm as he could.

"I think we should talk things over first. It happened because of both 
of us, not just me."

"It wouldn't have happened at all if you had just relaxed and given me 
the kind of sex I wanted. We would have been perfectly happy."

"So, you're going to blame it on me?" she protested, rising from the 
sofa. "Well, if you do that you're just being a fool. I can't help the 
way I was brought up. You forced me to do all those disgusting things."

"I forced you? Listen, Dinah, you didn't look like you were being 
forced to do anything, not for one minute. Sweetheart, you had a great 
big smile on your face when those two guys were doing it to you from 
both ends."

"Stop it, stop it!" she hissed. "You were the one who insisted that we 
go to that party in the first place. I only went to pay you back for 
what you did to me."

Suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her toward him.

"Do you realize that everything is ruined now? I'll have to leave 
Benton Research and I'll never be able to get my doctorate. Damn, if 
you just hadn't wanted a job so badly, everything would have been all 
right."

"Oh, you can stay and get your doctorate all right. There's nothing 
stopping you, but you'll have to get it alone, I'm leaving."

Fred's anger rose at his wife's self-righteous words. If there'd been a 
little understanding between the two of them in the beginning none of 
this would have happened, and their marriage would be going on an even 
keel now. It still bothered him that she had let herself go with Tomley 
and those other men, but wouldn't even think of repeating those acts 
for him. The rift between them had gone too far, and there was no way 
to heal it now, he was thinking to himself, when the doorbell suddenly 
rang. Fred set his glass down on the mantelpiece of the fireplace and 
went to answer it only to find Ralph Tomley looming in the doorway, a 
pleasant smile on his face.

At the sight of him, Fred felt his face flushing, a violent rage 
seizing the pit of his stomach. He had a good mind just to tell Tomley 
to go to hell, but before he could muster the courage, the director 
simply brushed by him into the center of the living room and greeted 
Dinah warmly.

"Hello my dear, I just wanted to check up on you and see how you were. 
I always do that with new couples after the first meeting. I hope you 
enjoyed yourself the other night."

"Oh, she enjoyed herself," Fred cut in sarcastically. "After all, it 
isn't every day a woman takes on four men."

"Of course not," Tomley reprimanded him. "That's what makes it 
interesting. And I certainly didn't see you doing anything different 
from your wife, Peterson. I won't tolerate any of this nonsensical 
puritanism. You both enjoyed yourselves and you're both afraid to admit 
it. That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard."

"Well, my wife certainly enjoyed it, but of course not quite as much as 
she enjoyed her little session with you in the board room. She's been 
raving about that for days."

Dinah gazed at her husband, horror-stricken at his words, then her gaze 
moved to the broad-shouldered director, who was smiling confidently.

"Peterson. I'll overlook your sarcasm for the moment, because I think I 
know what the problem is. And if you'll get me a drink, I'll go about 
straightening things out."

"Sure, Dr. Tomley. Anything you say. A martini?" His voice was dripping 
sarcasm, but the expression on his face was one of extreme 
pleasantness. Dinah, for her part, squirmed uneasily on the sofa, 
wondering what in the world was going to happen next. In a moment she 
found out as Fred handed the director a drink and he took a hefty sip.

"Ah, nothing like a martini to straighten the head out," he sighed, 
polishing it off quickly and setting the glass on the mantelpiece. 
"Now, let's get on with straightening out this marriage. Dinah, I want 
you to come with me."

He spoke in a no-nonsense voice, motioning toward her with his hand.

"What do you mean?"

"Oh now don't be ridiculous. You know exactly what I mean. I'm taking 
you to the bedroom."

The young redhead could hardly believe her ears. It was one thing to 
have been tricked into going to the swap party the other night, but it 
was quite another for Ralph Tomley to walk in the door uninvited and 
insist that she go into her own bedroom with him. His audacity was 
incredible. She looked desperately over to her husband for help, but 
there was no response except for a bitter smile on his face, which 
suddenly enraged her.

"How can you do this?" she hissed at him. "How can you let another man 
come into your home and take your wife?"

"Oh, I'm sure Fred doesn't mind," Tomley said. "It's all in the spirit 
of fun after all."

Dinah's green eyes blazed with anger, and suddenly she made up her mind 
that she was no longer going to protest. She was going to let Tomley do 
whatever he wanted--just to humiliate her husband, to pay him back for 
his self-righteous attitude.

"Come on, Dinah, let's not diddle around," the director said gravely, 
leading her off to the bedroom, as she cast one last hostile glance 
back at her husband.

"I hope you realize I'm only doing this to get back at my husband," she 
said to Tomley once they were inside with the door closed.

"Of course, my dear, of course. Now get those clothes off."

Dinah obeyed mechanically, and the two of them undressed at the same 
time, her eyes fixing on Tomley's cock which was already rigidly erect 
and jutting out between his legs.

"Now we'll have to put on a good show, so we can get him in here," the 
director said. "That way all three of us will have some fun and he'll 
come to his senses. Now stretch out on the bed there."

Following his command, Dinah lay flat on her back, her legs spread 
slightly apart, her arms outstretched. Mounting the mattress on his 
knees, he gripped the backs of her thighs and levered them upward, 
bending forward to clamp his mouth over her vagina. He began a slow 
nibbling motion with his tongue until he could feel the warm lubricated 
juice beginning to flow, and then his tongue began spearing in between 
the tiny dilating lips at a quicker tempo, bringing a subdued groan 
from her throat.

"You'll have to do better than that," he admonished her. "We want to 
attract his attention."

Bending down to her loins again, he flicked his tongue against her tiny 
clitoris until her thighs ground against the mattress and she began 
breathing heavily.

"Ummmh, like that, Ralph. Oh yes, suck me!"

She spread her legs wider, giving him greater access to her cunt, and 
for the first time could feel genuine charges of pleasure pulsing 
through her belly. His face was tight against her, his tongue flicking 
like a racing lizard inside her, bringing back all the memories of the 
things the men had done to her at the party. She was surprised to find 
how fast she was growing horny, when before it would have taken almost 
hours to get her to this state. And now in the cold light of reason, 
she realized that she could never go back to what she had been before--
that her prudish morality would only be a false pretense, since she no 
longer believed in it.

"Deeper, deeper, stick your tongue in deeper," she begged him. Her head 
tilted back, her eyes were clenched tightly shut and her head began to 
roll from side to side, her white teeth glistening as her lips bared 
back over them.

*   *   *

For a long while Fred had remained immobile, leaning against the 
fireplace mantel and calmly sipping his drink, but now the noises from 
the bedroom were growing louder and louder and he couldn't help hearing 
them. The cries of his wife sounded intense and passionate as though 
she was enjoying whatever was happening to her. And though he tried to 
pretend he wasn't interested at all, he could feel his cock swelling 
inside his pants and slowly rising to greater and greater size.

He wanted to punish her, and she wanted to punish him, and it was 
beginning to dawn on him that the whole thing was ridiculous. Who was 
benefiting after all? It was that old lecher Tomley who was getting the 
goods now and enjoying it thoroughly, while he and Dinah had been 
sulking and brooding for days. What kind of life was that?

There was an answer to the problem, he realized, of course. And the 
answer was to just take things as they were, to adopt the attitude that 
both he and his wife should enjoy their sex lives to the fullest 
without imposing all sorts of old-fashioned limitations on one another. 
But would it work? They had both been raised so differently. Why not? 
There was no use sticking to a puritanical moral code that had been 
outmoded long ago. The thing now was to get as much experience as 
possible and enjoy it to the fullest.

Besides, the cries of his wife from the bedroom were convincing him 
very quickly that he'd better mend his ways, and so should she. Setting 
down his drink, he resolved to walk in there and get what was coming to 
him, and if she didn't give it to him for some reason, well she could 
just go to hell and they would go their own ways. He approached the 
bedroom door and put his ear to it to listen.

"Now," his wife begged the other man. "Stick your cock in me now! I 
need it. Oh God, how I need it!"

"You'll get it my dear. Right now!" Tomley responded.

As Fred listened, he could hear a creak of bedsprings and a sudden 
high-pitched cry from his wife's throat, and then there was a slapping, 
thudding sound, mingled with hot heavy gasps and groans that were 
making his cock bulge even harder inside his pants. Slowly, he pushed 
the door open until he could see what was going on inside.

Tomley was leaning over the bed at an angle, pitching his hips 
frantically forward and back as he rammed his cock into Dinah's cunt. 
Her legs were clamped tightly around his buttocks, and she was digging 
her heels into his ass-cheeks to spur him on, all the while a litany of 
other-worldly groans coming from her throat. Tomley's buttocks flexed 
and hollowed, his powerful arms supporting himself against the 
mattress, his feet planted solidly in the carpet. His head was bobbing 
back and forth as he thrust rhythmically into her, groaning and 
snorting as his muscles tensed to spew out his orgasm.

Fred moved closer into the room so that he could view the scene from 
the side. His wife was madly massaging her nipples, her mouth wide 
open, her eyes glazed and rolling in their sockets. Her belly and hips 
bucked and jerked with each animallike thrust of the director's cock 
into her pussy.

Damn, she really had become a whore, and all this nonsense about her 
never repeating what had happened at the party was just so much bull. 
The incredible thing was that his anger had completely disappeared and 
he could even accept the fact that Tomley was screwing her without 
jealousy. In fact, to see her stretched out on the bed like that with 
another man's loins pumping into her cunt actually excited him, and he 
was suddenly overcome with a powerful desire to do lewd, obscene things 
to her.

He watched as she gritted her teeth and suddenly spread her legs wide, 
raising them high in the air so that her feet pointed upward at the 
ceiling. Gasping and writhing, her body jerked in mad spasmic 
palpitations, and all of a sudden, Tomley above her let out a loud 
groan that sounded almost like a death rattle. His cock jerked and 
twitched, his hips slammed madly up against Dinah's pussy, and suddenly 
it was all over.

In a matter of seconds the director had withdrawn his limp, glistening 
cock and wiped the sweat from his brow.

"Well, Peterson, you have one hell of a wife. I must admit that. I'd 
keep in good shape if I were you, otherwise you'll end up with a heart 
attack."

But Fred was paying hardly any attention at all to the director's 
words, for now he was quickly stripping his clothes off, his eyes 
riveted on the gorgeous woman splayed out on the bed--the woman who 
happened to be his wife. He was sure now that she wasn't going to 
resist him or give him any kind of lecture on morality, and his cock 
jumped playfully at the thought. For the first time in a long while he 
was really going to enjoy having sex with her.

Behind him, Ralph Tomley slipped into his clothes with a contented grin 
on his face and disappeared out the bedroom door, confident that he was 
not going to lose a promising young couple like Fred and Dinah 
Peterson. Hell, he'd solved their problem for them and had a good time 
himself. What more could anyone ask?

As for Fred, he had jumped on the bed beside his moaning wife and 
pulled her head toward his outward-jutting cock.

"It's about time we got this far," he said.

"It's so big," Dinah murmured. "I'll never be able to take all of that 
in my throat."

For a moment her eyes danced teasingly at him, and then she gripped his 
hard male flesh, slowly running her fingers up and down over the 
foreskin as he tried to restrain himself from suddenly blowing his 
load.

"Suck me sweetheart," he commanded. "Suck me now."

"Oooh! how could you ask me to do such an obscene thing?" she laughed, 
and repositioning herself on the bed, slowly slipped her head down and 
swirled her tongue out around it as he moaned in blissful satisfaction.

Their problems were over now, she thought. They would be able to have 
enjoyable sex whenever they wanted with each other, and when they got 
bored they were always free to go to one of the club meetings. It was a 
damned good idea I had to apply for that job, she thought, and then she 
began to concentrate fully on satisfying her husband. He was never 
going to be frustrated again.

He wasn't at the moment, either. A tickling sensation was traveling up 
the flesh of his body, beginning at the toes of his feet. A light, 
almost spidery touch wafted over his skin. It was her tongue, and every 
atom in his body was alerted, every inch of him throbbing with newly 
found desire. Her tongue was like velvet....


The End
