WLP-122

The Blackmailed Neighbors

by Paula Kaufman

Chapter 1

"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big man muttered
to himself, staring out the window.  He turned to speak to a dark-haired
young woman lying on a couch across the room.

"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the street!"

"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice.  A moment passed.  "Sword
dancers?" she asked sarcastically.  "A flea circus?"  A troup of trained
walruses and their sealion manager ?"

"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the mockery in
the woman's voice.  "Get off your lazy ass and come over and look."

The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the better of
her.  As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for a moment,
showing a flash of smooth bare thighs.  Taking her time, she walked over
to the window and looked out.  She had to stand close to the man but was
careful not to touch him.  Each time a shift in his position brought him
closer to her, she moved back the barest fraction of an inch, just
enough to keep them separated.

"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked with a
grin.

Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a house.  Two men,
obviously the drivers of the van, from their overalls, were carrying in
furniture.  Another man stood nearby, watching, but Anna knew that none
of these people, nor the van, was what had captured the interest of the
man next to her.  A young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was
excitedly directing the two workmen.  She was wearing a pair of tight
white shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing
movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.

"Well ... how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.

"Oh, Max ... for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly.  "So it's a
cunt.  To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you never saw one
before."

"God!  I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he answered, licking
his lips nervously.  "Oh, my fuckin' balls.  Look at the way her tits
are bouncing ... and look at her ass, just trying to bust out of those
shorts."

Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did have a
point.  She couldn't help admiring the other woman's admittedly lovely
young body.  Nor did she fail to understand Max's obvious lust for the
girl.  She felt a mild rush of interest herself as she watched the young
blonde moving between the house and the van, getting in the men's way,
trying to help them carry some of the smaller items.  A good body, she
thought lazily, and wondered what the girl would look like naked,
without those shorts and that silly halter.  I haven't touched a woman
for a long time, she mused.  I wonder if her tits are as solid as they
look.  Yes, she could understand the interest of the man next to her in
the girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust.  She watched
him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering, his hands
clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick tongue slithered
over his lips, trying to moisten their heated surfaces.  A real pig, she
thought with disgust.

"l've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said.  "Get me my
binoculars."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max.  lf you stand here gawking out the window
with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head, they'll see you.
You want them to think there's a bunch of weirdos over here?"

"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small eyes away
from the window and fastening them angrily on her.  "I said to get the
binoculars.  Now don't give me any of your smart-ass lip."

Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Max's pale
gray ones.  Then her gaze dropped and she left the room without a word,
returning a minute later with a pair of binoculars.  Max moved back from
the window before he placed the binoculars against his eyes and began to
scan the little party across the street.

"l'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see me this
way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in here and bright
sun out there ..."  His voice caught and stopped.  "Christ!" he said
sharply.  "She's bending over facing me. Wow ....  What a pair of tits
...!"  He fell silent, staring intently through the binoculars for
several minutes.  One large hand dropped down to the front of his pants,
and Anna saw with disgust that he was slowly massaging the obscenely
growing bulge there as his penis hardened and swelled under the
restraining material.  God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she
told herself acidly.

Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her lush, well-
developed figure made her seem bigger.  Her coloring was dark, with skin
the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair that cascaded down over
her shoulders and framed her face in heavy tendrils of smoky brown.
When she wanted to, Anna would let her hair fall forward, half-hiding
her dark lustrous eyes, which she knew how to make glitter in sulky
invitation.

Max was a much rougher-cut figure.  A big, bulky man of about fifty, he
had once been very good looking, and he still retained traces of
handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried under a disfiguring
coarseness brought on by decades of dissipation, sullied by an innate
cruelty that had hardened his features while his body thickened.  His
hair was turning iron-gray, cut in a bristling crewcut that only
enhanced the air of violence that hung about the big man like a constant
threat.  The two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous couple, and
many people had asked themselves what the two were doing together.

Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama across the
street---the laboring men, the obviously excited young blonde, the other
man, standing and watching as the draped furniture and heavy boxes made
their way from the emptying van and began to fill the house.  Must be
her first house, Anna thought, gauging the other woman's excitement.  I
wonder how it feels to be excited over something?  She wondered if they
were newlyweds, but from the watching man's semi-indifferent manner,
doubted it. Her scrutiny shifted to him.  She judged him to be a little
younger than herself, and a good-looking man. He was tall and slender,
without being thin.  Good shoulders, Anna thought approvingly.  He had
fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint at a frustrated
desire to grow it longer.  Even at his distance she could make out a few
tendrils curling over his ears.  Wonder what kind of a man he is! Anna
thought.  I wonder how he treats his little wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max.  The overeager
young woman across the street had been trying to carry too-heavy a box
and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over the lawn.  She stood
in despair a moment, looking down at the scattered pile of small items,
some of them still rolling across the grass.  The girl looked up at her
husband for encouragement but all she got was a condescending grin.
Superior bastard! Anna thought with irritation, as the man ordered his
wife to pick up the spilled contents of the box.

"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee as the
girl bent down and began putting the various items back in the box.
Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy white material of
the too-tight shorts suck up in between the girl's ass-cheeks and ride
high to bare the gently rounded swell of her lower buttocks.  She was
kneeling, her legs spread a little, ant the tight mound of her pussy
bulged enticingly between well-rounded thighs.

"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was mumbling, more to
himself than to her.  "I swear I'm gonna split it wide open with old
Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the ever-growing bulge in the
front of his pants.

"Sounds like your usual technique," Anna answered.

"You got any complaints about the way I fuck?" Max demanded, pulling the
binoculars away from his eyes and turning to glare angrily at her.

"It'd take a book," she replied, knowing she should keep her mouth shut,
but led on by the desire to insult him.  "A hundred volumes."

"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it rammed up that
cock-gobbling cunt of yours."

"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna responded
sulkily, pushing her luck.  Max's face crimsoned.  He started to say
something but then jerked the glasses back to his eyes, staring for a
moment at the blonde girl, who was still crouched down on the ground,
her buttocks presented invitingly back in their direction while she
laboriously refilled the box.  Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin
coming over his hard face, and Anna knew she had gone too far.

"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice.  "I'm gonna pretend
you're it.  Now get over here and pull up your robe!"

"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back.  "You think you can fuck me just
like that ?"

"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied.  "Now get your ass
in front of me and bend over.  I want something for old Fred here to do
while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across the street."

Anna was icy with rage.  "You think you can use me like ..."

"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in.  "Now are you coming over here
or do I have to drag you?"  He was growing angry, too, his heavy
features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in their deep-set
sockets.  The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at one another.

"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max said
quietly, his voice cold and deadly.  "I can't permit that.  Now ... you
know what I can do ... if you make me ...  So get your ass over here ...
NOW!"  The last words were shouted.  Anna's gaze faltered, then dropped,
and she moved slowly over in front of Max, her face working with
repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.

"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in front of
the window.  "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered.  Knowing what he
wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on the table, her feet
still on the floor.  She gripped the sides of the table with her hands,
knowing she'd need the leverage if she wasn't to be pushed off onto the
floor.

"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute you make,"
Max said.  With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's robe up, baring
her buttocks.  The lovely satiny half-moons lay naked before his
devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over their rounded fullness,
reaching between Anna's partly spread thighs to pull cruelly at her
silky brown pubic hair.  She jerked at his touch.

"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up from Anna's
lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the street.  "I'm sure
as hell going to find out," he vowed, and wasting no more time, he
hastily unzipped his pants and reaching inside, pulled his painfully
throbbing cock out into the open.

"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the swollen, blue-
veined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed by a fringe of woolly
pubic hair.  "Come on, bitch, open up!" he ordered Anna, prying her
thighs apart with his hands when she hesitated.  For the moment Max
forgot his blonde obsession as he stared hungrily down at Anna's
helplessly exposed genitals.  Her full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted
from between her long sleek thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil
of pussy-hair, but he could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her inner
slit beneath.  Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils aside,
and then brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly swelling
lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal juices.
Christ!  Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max
marveled.  Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time to
prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard penis.  At
that very moment, the only thing that held him back from ramming the
aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the lovely body before him
was the concern that too much haste might hurt his tender foreskin.

With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his massive
organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's hot wet slit,
watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed aside the spongy outer
lips, making room for its engorged bulk.

"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining that it
was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and slick under his
touch.  He reached down and began to press hard against Anna's clitoris,
feeling the tender little button throb under his careless finger.

He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body, but he
couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her.  What he was
trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get into her tight
muscular vagina easier.

Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped woman's vagina
and coat his probing finger with their slick wetness.  Max quickly
worked his bulbous cock-head up and down Anna's rapidly moistening slit,
coating its bullet-shaped head with her slippery secretions.  Teasingly
he moved his ready probe higher, pressing it for a moment against the
tiny brown pucker of Anna's rectum, feeling her body go rigid with fear.
Max chuckled, remembering the time he had fucked her there.  God, she
squealed like a pig, he thought in amusement as he remembered how Anna
had squirmed in agony below his invading cock, trying to escape from his
iron grip.  He was tempted to do it again, but knew he'd have to use all
his strength to hold her down and that would distract his attention from
the blonde.

Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna was hating
herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at will between her
subserviently open thighs.  The son-of-a-bitch! she raged.  One of these
days I'm going to cut his heart out!  But she knew she wouldn't do it.
No, not even that would break the hold he had over her.  As much as she
despised him, time and time again she would have to let this hated man
defile her helpless body.  A groan of self-loathing escaped from her
tightly clamped lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up
from her mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender sense-
buds.  What she hated most was the way her treacherous body reacted
independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the disgusting things
this half-animal did to it.  If I just had the will-power to lie here
and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone young woman thought in
despair.  But no!  Already she could feel the hot wetness of her
copiously reacting sex juices flowing between her thighs, making her
vagina ready for the crude violation that was certain to come.  Her
genitals burned with an electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled
their inner fires.

"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head suddenly slam up
into her only partially ready vagina.  A bolt of sharp pain made her try
to twist away from the brutal invasion of her tender inner passage, but
Max's powerful hands easily held her down.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his bulging
cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his captive's vaginal
hole and then driven his hips brutally forward, ramming the rigid fleshy
pole up into the surprised woman's futilely squirming body.  It took
several hard, powerful thrusts to do it, but eventually Max's rubbery
cock was buried all the way up to the hilt in Anna's body, his pubic
hair brushing obscenely against her tightly puckered asshole.  Taking
one last look at the way the thick stump of his penis jutted back out
from between Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the binoculars
and once again began to examine the crouching girl across the street.

"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt ..." he moaned as he began to slowly
fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to you just like
this."  And he continued to look at the tight white shorts stretched
over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining it was her he was
sliding his cock into.  One big hand resting on Anna's quivering
buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded globes with his fingers,
savoring the creamy feel of the skin, leaving angry red marks behind
when he dug in too far.

Oh, the bastard!  What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in despair as she
felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out of her overfilled
cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides with its relentless
advance.  She cursed the way her body reacted to her tormentor's
undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about
it---except for the time he had taken her in the asshole, and the pain
had been so bad that the only thing she'd wanted to do was get away.
There was pain now, too, but already it was changing to an enfeebling
pleasure as her vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly
plunging member.  He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip
of his cock shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, the
last of Anna's will-power faded.

"Ooooohhhh" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of pleasure coming
from her throat.  She fought to hold herself back, but another of Max's
deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering belly, weakening the last of
Anna's resolve.  Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and she
raised her ass off the cold hard surface, making it easier for Max to
gain entrance to her now voraciously churning pussy.

"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious to Anna's
presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through his binoculars---
sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so satisfyingly around his
shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine blonde pubic hair there,
rather than Anna's silky dark strands.

Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the hard table,
her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her face, obscuring
her features.  I hope he gets it over with soon, she said to herself,
then the further thought crept treacherously into her mind---as soon as
I cum!

Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to the man
fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what he was going to
do to the girl across the street added new dimensions to Anna's hatred,
a hatred that grew with every moment's realization that she was enjoying
what Max was doing to her.  At least I can be quiet, Anna thought
despairingly and bit her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that Max's
deep thrusts were tearing out of her body.  Beyond her control now, a
powerful orgasm was beginning to build in the humiliatingly sprawled
young woman's genitals and she stiffened her body to withstand its
assault.

From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses.  He slid his
fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly drumming cock
as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole, probing at her hot
swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy discovering how much her
formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening had flowered to admit his
probing manhood.  Keeping the binoculars fastened on the stranger across
the street, he imagined it was her tender young body he was fondling,
and as he thought it, he could feel his own orgasm on the way.

"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw up into his
body.  He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked twitching buttocks,
brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh.  Just as he felt the first hot
rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed the tip of one finger up inside
the excited woman's rectum, as far as it would go.

Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her fingernails
scraped across the table's hard surface.  She was already trembling on
the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her ass, in addition to the
wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen rifling in hot rushes up into
her womb, touched off a white-hot explosion in the helplessly excites
young woman's ravished body.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to keep
silent.  Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming her hips
down against the table, pushing her cunt back against Max's relentlessly
thrusting loins.  Her vaginal muscles worked spasmodically, clutching
desperately at Max's thick spouting shaft, forcing their combined cum
back out around the jerking member in a heavy spray which gushed over
the edge of the table and soaked the front of Max's pants.

"Hot little bitch," Max managed to grit from between clenched teeth as
he hung onto Anna's twitching buttocks with one hand.  The scene through
the binoculars was misty, but he clung tenaciously to the image of the
crouching young blonde as he emptied the last of his balls into Anna's
churning cunt.

Totally exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, Anna was lying limp
upon the table, and when Max looked down as he withdrew his fast-
shrinking cock from Anna's dripping cunt, he was mildly surprised to see
her dark, cum-dripping pubic hair---he had half-expected that it would
be blonde.

"Okay, babe," he said matter-of-factly.  "You've done your usual gushy
job.  Now, for Christ's sake, get me something to wipe this gunk off my
pants," and he looked down disgustedly at the thick wet smear that
covered his fly and dripped from the end of his cock.

Awakened from her post-coital reverie by Max's crude words, Anna slid
off the table standing on shaky legs, and quickly covered her naked
loins with her robe.  She hated to be this way in front of Max---
flushed, disoriented, breathing heavily and raggedly, so she made no
resistance to his order for a wash-cloth and went to get him one, glad
to be alone.  When she returned, her breathing was under control and her
usual cool, bored manner had returned.

"Christ, what a mess," Max muttered as he scrubbed at the front of his
pants.  "I never saw a woman make such a mess."

"At least half of that stuff is yours," Anna remarked dryly.  "I hate
the thought of it being up inside me.

"Come on, don't give me that shit.  Hell, you loved it.  You don't think
I heard you panting and moaning while I was throwing it to you!!"

"A mere bodily reflex," Anna said in irritation, smarting under his
words.  They were too true.

"Bullshit," Max replied crudely.  "You're the biggest cockhound I ever
met.  Get a hard prick near you and you start salivating.  You'd fuck
anything.  Hell, if the offer was made, you'd fuck a dog."

"I just did," Anna said with loathing.

There was a moment's silence while Max's face reddened with anger.
"Why, you arrogant slut," he growled, taking a step toward Anna!  His
heavy hand raised as if he were going to strike her.  Anna flinched
inwardly but stood her ground, glaring coldly back at Max.  They stood
that way for several moments, then Max's hand dropped slowly to his
side.  For the first time Anna realized that Max had never actually
struck her.  All the violence he'd made on her had been connected with
sex.  The hold he had over her forced her to obey him, and what he
seemed to want most was her subservience and humiliation.  But they both
avoided direct violence, perhaps sensing that the delicate, perverted
web of their forced relationship would come apart the instant he hit
her, and not even Anna wanted that.  As much as she hated her situation,
it was a known world, and without its routines, as humiliating as they
were, there might be no way to hold back the ultimate disaster she
feared.

"You gotta big mouth," Max growled.  Anna made no reply this time---just
stood sullenly, watching Max finish cleaning the front of his trousers.

"Okay," he said.  "Get some clothes on.  We're gonna go meet our new
neighbors."

"You think that's smart?" Anna asked.  "Maybe it would be better if you
just kind of sneaked up on them slowly."

"We'll do it my way," he snapped back.  "I said I was gonna get into
that little cunt, and I meant it.  We gotta have a plan of operation---
like a battle plan.  And any good general will tell you the most
important thing is to have good intelligence.  So we're gonna go out and
gather intelligence---a reconnaissance mission.  But we can't do it with
your bare ass waving all over the street, so get dressed."

"Why do I have to go?" Anna asked.

"Because you make good cover," he replied.  "If we go as a couple,
they'll react to us as a couple.  If I go alone, there'll be a natural
guard up."

Anna took her time getting ready, happy to have the chance to make Max
fume.  She took a quick shower, saying she could hardly go out to meet
his intended smelling like a rutting sow.  Then she dressed slowly,
smiling inwardly at Max's impatience to be off to the hunt.  But she
caught herself choosing her clothes with care, picking the sexiest ones,
and she became amused at herself.  Who's doing the hunting? she asked
herself, thinking of the handsome young husband.  Or was it only the
husband?  Her mind returned to the innocent blonde seductiveness of the
young wife, dressed in her too-revealing shorts and halter.

"Hey, not bad," Max leered when she was ready.  "You're gonna blow that
dude's mind so much he won't even notice I'm there."  Anna had finally
settled on her most simple outfit as the most effective.  It was a thin
summery dress, almost a shift, short-skirted to show off her elegant
legs with the soft material clinging seductively to her hips and belly.
The low-cut top left no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra.  Her heavy
breasts shifted and jiggled with each move and her nipples raised
dimples in the flimsy material.  Maybe it will get hint, she thought.  I
might as well have some fan, too.

Max and Anna went out into the street.  The moving van was empty, all
the furniture and boxes were in the house.  The workmen were closing the
big doors of their van and one was presenting the young husband with
papers to sign.  The blonde girl was sitting wearily on the front steps,
and through the open door behind her could be seen a litter of packing
material and half-emptied boxes.

"Hi," Max said heartily, holding out his hand and walking up to the
young man as soon as the workmen had driven the truck away.  "My name's
Max Flaherty, and this is my, uhhh, niece, Anna Collins.  Looks like
we're gonna be neighbors.  We live just across the street."

The young man shook hands with Max and nodded to Anna.  "Glad to meet
you," he said to Max, but his eyes kept returning to Anna.  "I'm Jack
Hollister and this is my wife, Pam."  The young blonde had gotten up as
soon as she saw Max and Anna approaching, and she joined the ritual
agony of introductions by stiffly shaking hands with the newcomers.
Anna was watching for Max to do something boorish, but he behaved well
enough, confining himself to one quick glance down into Pam's cleavage
as she shook his hand.  Deciding to enjoy herself, Anna moved as
seductively as she knew how, amused by the way Jack Hollister's eyes
followed her body.

"I'm sorry the place is such a mess," Pam was saying inanely, as if it
could be anything else on moving day.  "Won't you come in," she asked.
"I've already unpacked some of the glasses and right now I'd certainly
love a drink."  She looked questioningly over at her husband, as if
awaiting his approval, but his eyes were still on Anna.  The young
blonde's eyes clouded a moment, but she seemed to shrug off her
husband's new interest as something inevitable.

"Well, we don't want to bother you just when you're moving in," Max said
unconvincingly, darting another glance at the lush valley between Pam's
breasts.

"Oh, please come in," she said and then blushed a little.  "It's the
first house of our very own and we'd like you to be our guests."

How touching, Anna thought.  A genuine little housewife.  And bored.
Her sharp eyes had taken in several signs of the deadly tedium that
often invades modern urban marriages.  Jack's eyes boldly on her body
and Pam's dogged acceptance of it told at least part of a story, and
Anna became interested in learning more.  Although the other woman's
life-style was obviously light years away from her own, Anna instantly
liked her.  Under what seemed at first a scatter-brained and easily
dominated personality, Anna sensed in Pam a native intelligence ant
sense of humor, buried now beneath an almost humorous innocence.  Anna
guessed Pam's age at twenty-two or twenty-three.

Pam led the way into the house, picking her way between piles of boxes.
Max walked along behind her, feeling the blood pound in his veins as he
watched the young blonde's scantily clad buttocks sway and jiggle with
each step.  Someday soon, he promised himself.  Jack had positioned
himself behind Anna, and knowing his eyes were undoubtedly on her body,
she used her practiced seductiveness to make her own hips perform a
sensuous dance under the clinging material that drew attention to them
as it slid clingingly over the near-naked flesh beneath.

Drinks were brought, and after the first few sips, tongues loosened.

"What line you in?" Max asked Jack.

"I work in a brokerage house downtown," the young man replied.
"Assistant vice-president."

"Damn good job," Max said, seemingly impressed.  "Which company?"  When
Jack told him, he whistled in surprise.  "One of the biggest in town,"
he said.

"What do you do?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I'm kind of retired," Max replied vaguely.  "Made a little a few
years ago and now I just sit and enjoy life.  Kind of boring sometimes,
so I try to find ways to liven it up."

"Did you say Miss Collins is your nieces'

"Uhhh, yeah," Max replied, remembering his earlier cover story barely in
time.  "Her folks died and I took her in until she could get on her own
feet."  A look of sudden inspiration came over his heavy features.
"Say!" he salt.  "Maybe you could help, being so high up with your
company and all.  You think you could help Anna get a job there?"

Anna looked over at him in surprise.  The last thing she wanted right
now was to have a job.  Putting up with what Max demanded of her was
work enough, and she hated the thought of giving up her leisure.  But
she was curious enough to find out what Max had on his usually scheming
mind to hold her peace and see what developed.  She could always back
out at the last minute.

Jack took the bait.  As soon as he'd seen Anna he'd wanted her.
Engrossed by the lovely seductiveness of her artfully exposed body, he
hardly knew what Max looked like---he had only eyes for her.  She isn't
wearing a bra, he thought excitedly, amazed at the way her breasts
retained their shape, standing out from her body firm and full.  They
jiggled but they didn't sag.  He forgot for the moment that his wife was
at least as beautiful.  She was familiar to him by now, and Anna was
unexplored territory.  The thought of having her in the office, under
obligation to him, began to look appealing.

"I'll see what I can do," he replied.  "Why don't you come into the
office tomorrow, Anna, and I'll introduce you to the big boss."

Anna shrugged.  What can it hurt, she thought ... other than this guy's
wife.  She caught Pam's eyes on her, but when she turned to the girl she
had already looked away.  She knows who's going on, Anna thought
guiltily, and determined not to let things get out of hand.  She had to
do what Max demanded, but she hated the thought of hurting innocent
people, if there were any such thing.  On closer inspection, Anna began
to revise her opinion of Pam.  What had first seemed to her to be
simpleness could just as easily be explained as resignation and
confusion.  From the looks the young wife cast toward her husband, she
was painfully in love with him.  He was handsome enough, Anna thought,
but there was a certain weakness that showed at times in his face---
something about his mouth and eyes.  There's trouble here, she thought.

When Pam went into the kitchen to mix more drinks, Anna followed her.
"Excited about your house?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," Pam replied, suddenly animated.  "I've always wanted a place
of my own, but I never thought it'd be as nice as this."

"Pretty fancy," Anna agreed, looking around at the large, well-equipped
kitchen.  "But from the sound of your husband's job, I guess he can
afford it."

Pam's face clouded over again.  "Yes, he makes plenty of money," she
said sadly.  "But there's so much pressure he doesn't have much time
left over for anything else.  I don't know how much the house can mean
to him---he's either at the office or sleeping."  Pam suddenly flushed.
"I'm sorry," she said quickly.  "I invited you here for drinks, not to
hear our problems "

"I know all about them, Pam," Anna said with a warm laugh.  "I, too, was
married to a career, way back there somewhere.  It was rough."

"What happened?" Pam asked, her blue eyes large and curious.

"We got divorced.  What else?" Anna said bluntly, and then regretted it
as she saw consternation in Pam's eyes.  "But it doesn't have to be that
way," she added quickly.  "We were wrong for one another from the start.
One of those stupid impulse marriages."

"Oh," was all Pam could say.  Anna felt a warm rush of affection for the
younger girl and impulsively put her arm around her and squeezed.  A
radiant smile lit up Pam's face and she gave a brief answering squeeze
before moving away, a little embarrassed.  My God, she's healthful, Anna
thought.  Pam's hair was a bright shining gold, making her blue eyes all
the more noticeable.  Her skin was rosy and clear, shining with health,
and her deep red lips were full and sensuous for a blonde, framing small
perfect teeth.  Once again Anna began to understand Max's fascination
with the girl and she herself wondered how Pam would look naked.  She
determined to do her best to keep Max from damaging her too much.

"Well, you people look tired," Anna said when she and Pam came back into
the living room.  "I think we'd better drink up and go."  Max shot her
an irritated look but she refused to notice.  There were good-byes at
the front door and then she and Max were crossing the street to their
own house.

*    *    *

"What the hell did you think you were doing, telling me when it's time
to go home," Max asked her angrily as soon as they were inside the front
door.  "I decide what the strategy's going to be.  Hell, I was really
making tracks in there."

"Yeah, like an elephant," she replied.  "I thought your eyes were going
to pop right out of your head and fall down in between Pam's tits."

"Who the hell was going to notice.  Hubby was following you around like
a dog.  Shit, he wouldn't have noticed if I'd fucked that luscious
little broad right there."

"Well, she sure as hell noticed.  She was edging away from you every
time you got near, but that's easy to understand, the way you were
slobbering.  That's a nice kid, too nice for whatever you have in mind."

"You know Goddamned well what I have in mind," he replied with a leer.
"I'm gonna fuck that little jewel, and after our visit, I don't think
it's gonna be too hard."

"Oh, you just think old irresistible Max Flaherty can entice any lovely
young newlywed into his arms.  Don't you realize she's madly in love
with her husband ?"

"Yeah, and that's the key.  He's the weak spot.  Hell, didn't you notice
the tension between them?  They've got troubles, and I'm willing to bet
those troubles start in the bedroom."

"That's nothing new.  With you, all troubles start in the bedroom."

"Sticks and stones," Max mocked.  "I'm in too good a mood for you to be
able to piss me off.  I'm sure I'm gonna get a hunk of that gorgeous
blonde tail, and more than once.  When you turn on somebody like that,
there's no turning them off.  Hell, she's horny ...  I just know it!"

Anna's silence was a confirmation of Max's theory.  She, too, had
noticed it.  There was more to Pam's obvious discomfort than just
loneliness.  Hubby put his soul into his work, probably neglecting his
young wife.  No, there's more to it than that, she mused to herself.
The way Pam had accepted it when Jack had been so obviously interested
in her, another woman, was the clue.  Maybe she's frigid! Anna thought
with sudden insight, or something close to it.  Wouldn't that be a joke
on Max.  But he thought differently, and he was seldom wrong in such
matters.  Max had a built-in radar for detecting frustrated women.

But there's something wrong there, Anna thought to herself.  And I bet I
get pulled right into the middle of it!

"Hey, what was that shit about my getting a job?" she asked suddenly.

"That's part of the plan," Max said smugly.  "Hell, that's the whole
plan.  I saw that guy looking at you.  You were smart to put on those
clothes.  You'll have him eating out of your hand in no time, and with
him out of the way, it'll be clear sailing for me right into Pam's snug
little harbor."

"Oh, no," Anna exclaimed.  "You can't make me do that!  I'm not going to
do anything to fuck up anybody's marriage."

"Oh, yes, you are," Max said coldly.  "What the hell did you dress up
for that way if you didn't have the same thing in mind?"  Anna bit her
lip, cursing herself for being a fool.  "You're gonna move your ass into
junior's office and stick it in his face, until he'll do anything to
fuck you.  Then the rest is mine.  You understand ?"

"I won't do it!" Anna said flatly.  "I like that girl.  The husband you
can have.  Just another hungry hunting cock, like all the rest.  You can
do all the foul things you want to my body---that's part of our
agreement---but you can't use me to hurt other people."

Max moved close to Anna, taking her shoulders in his big meaty hands.
He squeezed, making her flinch with pain despite herself.

"You'll do anything I say," he snarled, his eyes only inches away from
her own.  "That's our real agreement.  I've kept my part, now you keep
yours."

"And how long is all this going to go on?  When will I be free of you
and all the shit you send my way?"

"When I decide, and maybe that'll be when I die of old age."

"Some people die from accidents," Anna gritted out, her eyes burning
with hate.

Max shook her, making her head snap back and forth.  "You know better
than that," he snarled.  "Anything happens to me and those letters get
mailed automatically.  You know what would happen then, don't you?"
Anna was still glaring defiantly up at him.

"Don't you?" he shouted, shaking her again.

Anna seemed to shrink under his gaze.  The hatred faded from her eyes,
replaced by a dull despair.  She nodded her head feebly.

"That's a good girl," Max purred sarcastically. "You love your old Dad
too much to take chances, don't you?  It's very touching to see such a
devoted daughter ..." his voice took on menace, "who knows her Daddy's
welfare rests on her ... and on what she does or doesn't do."

"You pig," Anna whispered.

"Sticks and stones," Max answered mildly.  "But you will do it, won't
you?  You'll go down to that big brokerage house and sweet-talk junior
into finding you a job.  And then you'll wiggle your asset until he
can't help but stick something in it ... right?"

"Right," Anna murmured.

"Attsa good girl," Max said with false good will. "And you know what?"
he added.

"What?" Anna asked dully.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun, you and me," Max smiled happily.

"We're gonna have a hellion lot of fun."

*    *    *

Across the street, Jack and Pam Hollister were getting ready for bed.
Jack was already under the covers ... naked ... looking appraisingly at
his wife as she undressed.  Pretty good, he thought to himself, admiring
the sleek rosy loveliness of her body as she stood naked a moment before
getting into bed.  The overhead light threw deep shadows under her full,
taut breasts, where they thrust out from her ribs, making them look even
larger than they were.  In fact, damn good!

But Jack's thoughts were with Anna, and the way her scanty dress had
clung seductively to her body.  His interest in his wife at the moment
was to compare her to what he hoped Anna would look like naked.  He
experienced a slight shock when Pam turned around and he caught sight of
her silky blonde pubic hair, nestled in a perfect vee where her slender
milky thighs molded into her slightly swelling lower belly.  Anna's
pussy hair'll be dark, he told himself.  Dark and thick.  What a break
she needs a job.  I'll get her into the office some way, and after that,
it'll only be a matter of time.  I saw the way she was looking at me!

As Pam slid into bed next to him, Jack's hand automatically found its
way to her belly and began to slide lower, towards her softly inviting
pubic hair.

I'll pretend it's Anna, Jack thought.

"Oh, not tonight, please," Pam said quietly.  "I'm too exhausted from
moving."

Chapter 2

As soon as the first bright rays of the morning sun came streaming in
the window, Pam's eyes flew open.  Only half awake, it took the young
blonde several seconds to remember where she was.

Oh ... our new house!  She stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, and then
over at the windows.  Those curtains will have to go, she thought
disapprovingly.  Knowing there was a lot of work to do and an exciting
day ahead, she wanted to bound out of bed and get started moving, but
Jack was still asleep and she know he would awaken if she got up.  Let
him sleep, she thought.  He works so hard!

Pam looked over at her sleeping husband, admiring his dark handsomeness.
He was lying on his back, mouth slightly open, looking
uncharacteristically young and defenseless.  Just like a little boy, Pam
thought, and remembered when he used to look that way almost all the
time, when they were still both in school.

Things had changed a lot since then.  They had been married just a
little more than a year, and already Pam had trouble recognizing her
husband.  It's the job, she thought.  The job is doing it to him.  But
the job was what they had dreamed about while they were still
undergraduates---a job with a big company where Jack would have a chance
to work his way up and earn them the good life they both looked forward
to.  And it had gone even better than they planned.  Jack rose fast,
until he was the youngest assistant vice-president the company had ever
had, and now, at twenty-six, he promised to be the youngest vice-
president, if he got the promotion.  If Jack got it and not Harry
Steers.

But Jack had a way with the boss.  Pam knew Jack would eventually get
the promotion, and at first the knowledge had thrilled her.  But then
she had met the Boss, J.B., as he liked to be called, and she had seen
the way Jack acted in his presence, and she hadn't liked it at all.  It
wouldn't be right to say Jack fawned on the man---he was too correct for
that---but there was an undoubted air of subservience in his manner.
"For Christ's sake, how do you expect me to act?" had been Jack's
response the one time she had voiced her feelings to him.  "He's the
boss!"  And she had never mentioned it again.

But Jack had changed.  As he sank himself more and more totally into his
work, always striving for promotion, making every act and word count in
that direction, he correspondingly withdrew something of himself from
Pam.  He was moody and absent-minded at home, going over and over in his
mind the day's events at the office, wondering if he had made any
mistakes, wondering if he had done all he could to make himself noticed
by J.B.  He was short-tempered with Pam, irritated when she broke in on
his thoughts, and when she complained about his distant manner, he
looked at her in amazement.  "How can you say that?" he demanded.  "I'm
doing it for our future!

And then there was that other problem, Pam thought, her mood darkening
as she lay in bed thinking.  I should getup, she thought.  I mustn't let
myself get depressed again.  But the thoughts kept coming, floating up
from deeper and deeper levels.  Yes, Jack's preoccupation with work was
a problem between them but there was another, more serious one.

Sex!

Pam twisted uncomfortably in the big bed, tortured by conflicting
emotions, trying to sort out her confused thoughts.  Her mind drifted
back into her past, remembering.  She remembered how she, at nineteen,
totally inexperienced, the result of an overprotected, over-religious
upbringing, had been confronted with the handsome young Jack Hollister.
How excited she had been.  Compared to her and to her boring friends,
Jack had seemed the embodiment of wordly wisdom---good looking,
sophisticated, witty, and with an enchanting aura of something slightly
wicked about him.  Jack had obviously been around.

Longing to escape from her strict upbringing, the young Pam had been
irresistibly drawn to Jack.  He invited her out, and on their first date
had shocked her by boldly slipping his hand inside her dress and
caressing her naked breast.  At first the innocent young girl had been
too shocked to resist, letting him massage her virgin nipple just long
enough for her to realize how good it felt.  She had made him stop, of
course, and promised herself she would never go out with him again.  But
she did!

Between their first and second dates, Pam had several days to think over
her attitudes.  She had already been at school long enough to realize
that most of the values her parents had taught her were impossibly
narrow, more the result of the bitter aridity of their souls than of any
genuine moral conviction. Now Pam began to wonder about sex and about
the incredible importance her parents had placed on virginity.
Dutifully, ever since puberty, Pam had scrupulously protected her
virginity, holding her blossoming young body inviolate from the
inevitable pawings of the few young boys her parents had permitted her
to go out with.  That hadn't been too hard, thanks to their clumsiness,
and even in her first days in college she had been able to resist
temptation, even though she herself was beginning to have to admit the
existence of strange longings high up between her firm young thighs.

It happened very quickly.  After her experience with Jack, and
remembering the annoyance in his eyes when she had primly made him stop
touching her breast, Pam decided to stop being a virgin.  It was an easy
decision to implement.  A group of young sailors from a nearby naval
base were on campus one night, prowling for girls, and Pam singled one
out as the man she was going to seduce---as the instrument for ridding
herself of the virginity she now suddenly considered an impediment.

It hurt.  Pam had been ready for a little pain but not for as much as
she experienced, as she lay rigid beneath the madly fucking young
sailor.  He was more frightened than she was.  Hoping to seduce one of
the lovely young girls that filled the campus, the inexperienced boy
could hardly believe his luck when Pam, easily the most beautiful girl
he'd ever met, picked him up.  When he suggested they go for a walk, she
instead invited him to her room.  And when he placed a hesitant hand on
her shapely young thigh, without another word she had stood up and
undressed, baring her lovely, firm roses and ivory; body to his stunned
gaze.  He'd been so nervous that he was almost unable to get an
erection, but nature had its way and soon he was clambering over Pam as
she lay on her back waiting impatiently for her great experience.

It had miscarried.  Certain that he was with a real pro, the young
sailor did nothing to prepare Pam, and when he rammed his iron-hard cock
into her unused vagina, Pam thought she was going to die.  Clenching her
teeth, afraid that the girls in the next room would hear if she made a
sound, she had to lie there and bear it.  When is he going to be
finished? she kept asking herself.  When is he going to be finished?

When it was over, and the sailor had departed, feeling slightly used,
leaving a silent, guilty Pam behind on the blood-stained bed, she had
vowed it would never happen again.  Her parents had been right, and God
had punished her.  Never, never again.

But that didn't last long.  She began to go out with Jack on a regular
basis, and realizing she had already made the irrevocable step, Pam let
nature take its course.  Her body slowly learned to not only respond to
Jack's caresses but to need them.  They started slowly, with Jack at
first only gently touching her breasts, filling her with gentle
sensations of warmth and excitement as he tenderly stroked their billowy
softness.  Jack took his time, sensing he had a prize in Pam and willing
to invest some effort, which was pretty much how he saw the world---good
investments and bad investments.  He was seeing another girl, too, one
less scrupulous than Pam, and many nights, frustrated from hours of
holding himself back with Pam, he would fuck the other girl until she
begged for mercy.  In his view, cunt was easy to get, especially with
his looks, but there were few girls around with the beauty and good
breeding of Pam Adamson.  He was determined to marry her.

Finally, one night---Pam never quite knew how it happened Jack had taken
all her clothes off and she lay naked on the grass behind the
dormitories, shivering slightly in the cool breeze but her blood on fire
from Jack's expert touch.  For the first time she made no objection as
his hands slid lower on her nude body. His lips on her nipples kept her
from formulating any defense, and before she knew it, his finger was
working insistently into her boiling hot pussy slit and then was in her
vagina.  Instinctively flinching, expecting the same blinding pain as
when the sailor had broken her hymen, Pam was instead suddenly invaded
by an incredible wave of white-hot pleasure.  After weeks of building
passion, she came almost instantly and, to both her surprise and Jack's,
began to ride his finger like a bucking horse.  Her body shuddered and
twitched, lost in ecstasy and from that night on she never again had the
will-power to stop her lover from slipping his marvelous finger up into
her rapidly learning cunt.

Jack never told her how surprised he was to find she wasn't a virgin.
He kept it to himself, though it galled him a bit.  After all the
trouble she'd given him, he'd at least expected to be the first to pop
her cherry.  But deciding to make the most of it, Jack quite efficiently
set about the rest of Pam's seduction.  Within another couple of nights
they were genuine lovers, and Pam thrilled to the feel of Jack's lean,
sinewy body weighing hers down while his hard cock slid pleasurably in
and out of her eagerly welcoming vagina.  They made love constantly
after that, and Pam began to develop an eager sexual capacity.  But her
response was shadowed by an odd constraint that was particularly
frustrating to Jack.  Perhaps remembering her parents' warning of the
evils of sexual license, Pam always held herself back, never again
permitting herself the full abandon of that first unexpected orgasm when
Jack had suddenly slipped his finger up inside her hungry vagina.  She
made love with her eyes closed, holding still, letting it all happen
inside, even her orgasms, which seemed to blossom somewhere far up in
her belly like the fire-ball from an atomic explosion.

Jack was irritated by Pam's apparent lack of response, and by her
refusal to permit him to make any sexual innovations in the way they
made love---missionary style, she on her back beneath him, her arms at
her sides, or once in a while locked lovingly around his neck.  He hoped
that after they were married she would loosen up, but she never did, and
as time went on, he began to complain bitterly.  Pam was hurt, and did
her best to comply with his wishes, but she just couldn't, disgusted by
the things he wanted her to do.  Pam never had a full understanding of
her inhibitions, but somewhere in the back of her mind she made a
connection between her unforgivable act with the young sailor and the
terrible pain that had been her immediate punishment.  Despite her
apparent lack of religious conviction, a hellfire and damnation view of
the cosmos had been firmly installed in Pam's psyche by the twisted
teachings of her parents.

Deprived of full satisfaction at home, Jack had more and more turned to
his work, which wasn't hard for him.  Ever since he was a young boy, he
had been oriented toward success.  He would have probably cooled toward
Pam, anyway, genuinely interested only in furthering his own ambitions,
but their sexual troubles gave him a handy excuse.  Pam sensed this, but
since there seemed to be nothing she could do to change matters, she
tried to blank the whole thing out of her mind.  That was one reason
this new house meant so much to her---both something for her to bury her
energies in and a justification for Jack's insatiable desire to get
ahead.

But there were reminders---like the obvious way Jack had been staring at
Anna Collins the night before.  It wasn't hard to understand.  Anna had
an earthy animal sexuality that even Pam could appreciate.  She felt no
resentment toward Anna---it was hardly her fault that Jack was a
dissatisfied husband. Pam even liked the other woman, sensing in her a
deep warmth to match her natural magnetism.  She remembered the way Anna
had impulsively given her a hug the previous night.  Pam knew she needed
a woman friend, one who might be able to teach her to be more of a woman
herself.

The alarm suddenly went off, shattering Pam's mood.  Jack groaned and
turned over in bed, slowly opening his eyes and blinking at the morning
light. He peered sleepily at the clock.

"Christ!" he mumbled.  "What the hell's the damn thing doing going off
at six-thirty?"

"I set it a half-hour early," Pam said quickly.  "I thought it would
give us a little more time together the first morning in our new house."

"Oh," Jack mumbled.  "Guess you're right.  May need a little more time
to get going in a strange place."  Doing his best to wake up, he looked
over at his wife.  She was half-sitting up in bed and the sheet had
slipped down her body, baring her naked breasts.  Automatically he
reached out to trace his hand over their resilient loveliness.  He felt
her shiver in response.  She always did like me to touch her tits, he
thought to himself, even if she's too uptight for much else.  He
remembered how he'd wanted to make love the night before, turned on by
watching Anna's ass move underneath her dress.  His blood began to heat
as he remembered how Anna had made him feel, and his hand closed
convulsively on his wife's breast.

"Owww ... you're hurting me," Pam protested, bringing Jack back to the
present.  He looked at Pam again and realized that his cock was getting
hard.

"C'm'ere," he growled, and throwing back the sleet, drew her to him.
Pam started to stiffen, still too full of the morning's heavy thoughts
for love-making, but immediately reminded herself that she was only
making things worse between her and Jack by her continued coolness.  She
made herself relax as his lips closed around her nipple and was rewarded
by an instant trickle of pleasure.

How long since we've made love? she asked herself.  Over a week.  She
lay back and let out a small sigh as Jack's mouth continued to move over
her slowly responding breasts.

Anna had been wrong when she guessed that Pam was frigid.  Pam loved
sex, and wanted it frequently.  The trouble was, Jack always wanted to
go too far for her, and when she resisted his demands, the whole thing
became a grim experience.  Now, she let her eyes close dreamily and lay
still on her back, letting him kindle her desire.  A palpitating warmth
spread downward from her nipples, heating up her belly and making her
vagina tingle.  She quivered when she sensed her husband's hand on her
stomach, sliding lower, softly stroking her sensitive skin.  She let him
open her legs with his hands, beginning to breathe faster when he ran
his fingertips up the insides of her now-trembling thighs, gasping when
he made the first tentative contact with her eagerly waiting pussy.  She
had to clamp her teeth down hard on her lip to keep from moaning as she
felt the familiar ecstasy of Jack's hard groping finger slithering up
into her tender vagina.  Oh, it feels so wonderful, she thought with
awe.  Why can't it he this way always?  Her thighs felt hot and wet as
she sensed her inner secretions pumped from her cunt by Jack's
insistently digging finger.  Dreamily, Pam let her thighs fall further
open as she felt Jack's body rise up over hers. She knew he was about to
fuck her.

Looking down at his beautiful blonde wife, Jack temporarily forgot all
about Anna Collins.  Lying there naked, her eyes closed and her blonde
hair streaming across the pillow in a swirl of gold, her full, pink
tipped breasts rising and falling rapidly from her heavy breathing, her
satiny skin giving sensuously beneath his exploring fingers, he could
think of nothing else.  The hot musky smell of her aroused pussy filled
his nostrils, and looking down, he saw that her blonde pussy curls were
darkening as her ready secretions bubbled from up inside her vagina. He
withdrew his finger from her pussy-hole, gleaming with cunt-juices.  He
slid the slippery digit up and down her heated pink slit, pressing hard
on her tiny, half-hidden clitoris, wanting to make her jump.

Why doesn't she react? he thought for the hundredth time.  Hell, most
women, if he did to them what he was doing to his wife, would come half
off the bed.  But she lay there, eyes tightly closed, controlling
herself, the only evidence of her arousal, the deep flush on her lovely
face and her telltale breathing.

Why doesn't she just let it out; he thought.  Oh, hell, we can't prosy
for miracles, and not wasting any more of his valuable time, Jack seized
his hard, ready cock in one hand and scrambled between his wife's sleek,
wide-spread thighs.  He worked the swollen tip up an inch or two into
Pam's tight vaginal opening and then, when he sensed the first part of
the shaft was wet enough, slowly slid it the rest of the way up inside.
As her hot slick tunnel closed around his throbbing penis, Jack couldn't
help moaning.  Well, one of as Is getting something out of this, he
thought bitterly.

What he couldn't know is that, deep inside her body, Pam was
experiencing a full range of sexual delight---right up to the point
where it threatened to snap her iron control, and then she would clamp
down, holding her reaction inside where it was safe.  Behind her closed
eyes she was in a dream-world of sensual ecstasy, her whole body
thrilling to every movement of Jack's rigid cock inside her eagerly
accepting cunt.  A vague fear that if she let her tremendous inner
response show on the outside, she would somehow be punished for it
constantly, Pam held back from acceptance of the full possibilities of
sex.  She had orgasms, quiet orgasms that happened somewhere inside
herself, in a vaguely defined area near her genitals, but it was a
private thing that she kept to herself, afraid to let it show in the
fear that it might be taken away from her.  One was building now, a
growing pressure that she knew how to defuse, so that instead of
exploding the way it had done that first time when Jack had thrust his
finger into her unexpecting vagina so long before, it would wash over
her nerve ends in a controlled wave of pleasure.  The closer to orgasm
she got, the stiller her body became on the outside.

Raising himself up on stiffened arms, Jack stared down at his lovely
wife.  Christ, what's happening? he thought as she grew completely still
beneath him.  Did I do something to turn her off?  Redoubling his
efforts, he watched his long thick cock flashing in and out of Pam's
cunt, moving the soft flesh with each hard stroke, wet and glistening
with her hot inner juices, her soaked blonde pubic tendrils clinging
wetly to the gleaming white shaft.  I feel like I'm doing this all by
myself, he thought bitterly.

An innate desire for power, the same force that drove him at work, made
Jack want to force a reaction from his wife.  He stared again at where
his cock was burying itself rhythmically and, apparently, unavailingly
in Pam's seemingly unresponsive cunt. Only her copiously flowing cuntal
juices gave evidence that her body knew that he was there at all.
Desperate, Jack suddenly tore his cock from Pam's vagina, and glared
down at her sex-slippery loins.

Christ, she s so beautiful! he thought, his gaze lingering over her
softly curved hips and thighs.  He ran one hand lovingly over her fleshy
outer pussy lips, slipping the edge of it inside the hot wet valley
between, opening her inner depths to his gaze.  He saw at once that
Pam's normally button-like clitoris had swollen larger during their
love-making and now stood up tremblingly, like a miniature penis.

I know what the hell she needs! Jack thought excitedly, and without any
more hesitation he bent forward and buried his head between his wife's
obediently open thighs, taking her erect clitoris between his lips and
sucking hard on its tiny sensitive shaft.

There was one long moment when Pam made no response at all.  She was far
away, letting her husband's gratifyingly hard penis bring her closer and
closer to inner orgasmic release.  She was trembling on the edge, about
to let herself drift away on a tide of inner bliss, when she felt Jack
unaccountably jerk his cock out of her vagina She waited, confused, and
then felt his hand probing uncomfortably hard at her genitals. Holding
her breath, not wanting to break her mood of inner ecstasy, Pam said
nothing, but a moment later she felt his bristly cheeks against the
inside of her sensitive thighs and then something hot and wet was moving
over her sex organs.

My God, he was licking and slavering at her genitals like an animal!

With a feeling of sudden revulsion, Pam reached down and tried to pry
her husband's head from between her shuddering thighs.

"Stop it!" she shrieked in horror.  "Oh, God, Jack ... don't!"  She
wrapped her fingers in his dark hair and tried to tug his head free, at
the same time struggling to close her straining thighs.

Jack looked up in surprise.  At first he had thought that Pam had
accepted his new and bold advance when she made no immediate response.
True, he'd never before gotten away with anything like this with her,
but there was always a first time.  Maybe she was growing up.  When she
began to struggle and cry out he thought she was reacting in passion and
felt that he had at last unlocked the key to her sexuality.  But quickly
enough he realized she was begging him to stop, and her painful tugging
at his hair left him little choice.

"What the fuck's the matter with you?" he spluttered, his face
glistening obscenely with her cunt-juices.  Pam's eyes were wide and
filled with horror.

"Oh, Jack ...  How could you do such a horrible thing?" she managed to
gasp.

"What do you mean horrible thing?" he demanded angrily.  "Most girls
would love to have their cunts eaten."

"I-It's disgusting!" Pam said with a shudder.  "I-I think I'm going to
be sick."

"Sick?" Jack said with sudden rage, humiliated by Pam's unexpected
response.  "You think you're going to be sick?  Shit ...  I'm the one
who should be sick ... from the dead way you make love.  It's like
making love to a corpse ...  Sometimes I feel like I'm jacking off ..."
Insults that had been festering in him for months began to bubble up
from his guts and he had to make a conscious effort to stop himself,
knowing he was going too far.  The stricken look on Pam's face quickly
sobered him, and he fell silent, but he knew both he and Pam were far
past the point of no return.  He had said things to her that no woman
could for give.  He felt an overwhelming urge to get out of the bedroom
and out of their goddamn new dream-house.  He wanted to go to the office
and to its endless conspiracies and counter-conspiracies, a world he
knew much better than this hopeless attempt to understand his beautiful
but fucked-up wife.

With a smothered curse he rolled off the bed and stalked into the
bathroom.  He barely took time to wash and shave, and when he came back
into the bedroom, Pam was still lying where he had left her, staring
blankly up at the ceiling.  Thank God there are no tears, he told
himself, but sensed it might have been less ominous if there were.  Pam
still hadn't moved when he finally strode from the room and left the
house.

As soon as she heard the front door slam, Pam began to cry.  She lay
there for a half-hour, the tears streaming down her grief-distorted
face.  The open break had finally come, the one she had dreaded, and now
their sexual differences lay out in the open, no longer a silent wall of
misunderstanding, but naked and threatening, like an unexploded
artillery shell.

Well, maybe Its better, she thought.  Now at least we have something
concrete to deal with.  As she remembered what had happened, Pam began
to get angry.

So he thinks I'm a corpse, she thought bitterly.  Just because I don't
want to make love the same way he does!  With a shudder she thought back
to what he hat tried to do to her.  Ugh!  Filthy!  Revolting!
Disgusting! she thought in revulsion.  She knew that what he wanted was
wrong ... depraved ... and how could he insist that she join him in such
a disgusting act?  She remembered how she had looked up in horror to
find his head buried between her thighs and the horrible sounds as he
licked and sucked at her violated genitals.  And he'd had the gall to
shout at her when he was the one who should have been ashamed!

Well, she'd show him!  There would be no more sex from her until he
begged her pardon!

Pam buried her deeper misgivings under this new resolve, but almost
immediately a practical problem arose.  What about herself?  Wouldn't
she be punishing herself, too, if she refused to make love?  Despite the
limitations on her outward sexual reactions, Pam had grown to love it.
Since a year before their marriage, she and Jack had been making love
regularly, although it had begun to happen less and less frequently in
the last few months.  This morning she had been really horny, she
admitted to herself, and she was even hornier now, since Jack had
cheated her of her orgasm with his disgusting behavior.

"I'll do it myself!" she said aloud with sudden resolution, and then
stood, shocked by her own daring.  Could she do it?  Could she ...
masturbate?  The word frightened her.  Wasn't it as bad as what Jack had
tried to do to her this morning?  Well, maybe not, she thought.  After
all, Jack puts his finger in me all the time.  It's certainly better
than ... and she shuddered as she thought of someone putting his mouth
to a wet, hairy, quivering cunt.

And I can control it myself, Pam continued to think excitedly.  I won't
expect any more than I have to give!  With these last thoughts Pam cut
off the debate.  She had made up her mind and she would stick by it!

Well, where do we start? she asked herself, and looked apprehensively
down to where her tufted blonde pubic hair peeked out from between her
thighs.  Timidly she reached down with one hand and ran her finger the
length of her vaginal slit.  She felt an instant spasm of answering
pleasure, but at the same time became aware that her pussy was still wet
and slippery, not only with her own slick lubricants but also with
Jack's saliva.

"Ugh," she said to herself and decided the first thing she would do was
take a bath.  Half-prude, half-libertine, the young housewife slid out
of bed and headed for the bathroom.  When she saw her husband's shaving
equipment spread haphazardly over the sink where he had left it in his
haste, she had to stifle a sob.  But she vowed to go ahead with her
plan, being far too young and headstrong to make the attempt to meet
Jack half-way.  She knew that she was right in her belief that certain
kinds of sex were inexcusably wrong and there was no way she could
coerce her mind into accepting them.  She would persevere.

Pam ran a tub full of water, carefully keeping her mind away from what
had happened this morning and what she intended to do.  As soon as she
got out of the bath she would ...  There were no clear pictures in her
mind of how one masturbated, but she would learn, and ... a look of hope
came over her face.

Maybe she could teach herself to be more like Jack wanted.  Less like a
corpse.

Now that she had removed her aims further from the dangerous realms of
self-gratification, the young blonde felt more at ease with her earlier
decision.  Yes, she would teach herself, learn to be less inhibited.
Maybe by herself, with no one else involved, it would be easier.

Slipping into the water, Pam gratefully lay back and relaxed.  How good
the water feels, she thought.  How sensuous.  Letting the water lull her
tensions, Pam gradually made herself become aware of her body.  Her skin
was warm, all except the tips of her breasts which jutted up above the
water's surface.  Without thinking, she blew on her nipples and the
little pink buds instantly began to harden under the rush of cool air.

"Mmmm," Pam sighed and shivered with delight.  Instantly her hands
reached up and began to stroke her own breasts, paying particular
attention to the quiveringly erect nipples, tweaking and rolling their
pink hardness between her thumbs and forefingers.  Pam found her eyes
closing automatically and forced them back open, so she could see
herself touching her own body.  Totally absorbed in what she was doing,
she forgot to be self-conscious, and found that watching what was
happening added to her excitement.

As she stroked her breasts, her legs began to move in sympathy, writhing
slowly under the water as the dreamy eyed young girl rubbed delight into
her passionately swelling twin mounds.  Slightly out of breath now, Pam
began to rub her thighs together, trying to put pressure on her hidden
pussy.  But she kept slipping further down in the tub, and had to take
her hands from her breasts to prop herself back up again.

Shall I do it now? she asked herself breathlessly.  One hand was under
the water, trailing undecidedly over her water-slippery thigh, only
inches away from where her cunt wavered and shimmered through the
shifting water.

With a groan of decision, Pam lay back in the tub, her head propped up
on the edge.  Parting her long, graceful legs, she eagerly ran one hand
down the silky inside of one thigh until it was groping at the edge of
her pussy.  Holding her breath, Pam gently inserted the tip of one
finger up into her waiting hungry slit and sought out her tiny clitoral
button.  She pressed hard.

Pam's head thudded back against the edge of the tub as a hot wave of
lust shot through her loins, switched on by her probing finger.  Her
mouth opened, gasping for more air and for a moment Pam was unable to
move, amazed at the intensity of the feeling she could wring from her
own body.

Why? she thought in confusion.  Why Is it so much stronger now?
Anticipating her own reactions, Pam was able to short-circuit the
automatic defenses that had always protected her from reacting too much
to her husband's touch.  Trusting herself, knowing that the whole
operation was safe, under her own control, Pam continued to titillate
her throbbingly erect clitoris, fingering delight into her body.  She
continued to lie back, her only outward reaction, sudden tremors
convulsing her muscles from time to time when she touched a particularly
sensitive place.

She knew she could cum this way, just from her clitoris, but this, her
first time, Pam wanted to feel her fingers in her vagina.  Regretfully
pulling her hand away from her almost painfully erect clitoris, Pam
sought out her vaginal opening, clumsily at first, having trouble
working her finger inside because the bath water was washing away her
lubricating oils as fast as they collected.  Finally she had her finger
up inside, exploring her own inner terrain, fascinated by the muscular
resilience of her vaginal passage.  She tried to move her finger in and
out, the way Jack's cock did, but it was hard for her to get the rhythm.
Each time she tried, the answering ecstasy in her stretched pussy so
confused and weakened her that she had to stop and catch her breath.

And she began to wonder if she would be able to satisfy herself.
Compared to Jack's thick cock, her finger was ridiculously small and
thin.  She wormed in another finger' and the added thickness stretched
the vaginal opening gratifyingly, but try as she might, they were lust
too short to reach far enough inside.  The frustrated young wife was
just about to admit defeat and go back go to pummeling her patiently
waiting clitoris, when her eyes lit up.

Hanging from a bracket on the wall above the tub was some special soap
that Jack used.  It came on a stick---a long lumpy cylinder of smooth
soap that looked for all the world like a battered penis.

Panting softly, Pam stared at the suddenly obscene object for several
seconds.  Only a few minutes before, the cautious young blonde would
never have entertained the lurid intention that now dominated her mind.
But by now she was so aroused from her unsuccessful finger-fucking that
she was willing to try anything.  Doubting that she could make herself
cum with just her own fingers, and wanting, needing to cum, Pam
impulsively reached up and took the long cylindrical stick of soap down
from its peg.

Eagerly she plunged it underneath the water, watching it shimmer and
change shape as it approached her gaping pussy-hole.  Holding her
breath, she maneuvered the blunt tip into her ready opening, and then,
with a grunt, rammed it up Inside.  The soap slid home effortlessly,
becoming slippery as it melted, and in an instant Pam was completely
impaled on its knobby shaft.

Staring stupidly down at the several inches of soap that still protruded
from her suddenly filled cunt, it took Pam several seconds to realize
fully what she'd done.  God, I'm fucking myself with Jack's soap-stick!
her mind screamed out.  Is this any better than what I wouldn't let him
do to me?  She wanted to tear the obscene dildo from her vagina, but the
very obscenity of what she was doing, the sight of that ugly inanimate
object jutting lewdly back out of her wide-open cunt sent a shiver of
pleasure up Pam's spine.  How can there be anything wrong when I'm doing
it to myself? she reasoned, and feeling how the long slippery shaft was
stretching her open inside, she suddenly grabbed the handle and began to
slither it in and out of her gaping cunt.

"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned quietly, the first sound she had ever remembered
making when sexually aroused.  For an instant she wondered if her battle
to remain silent while the sailor painfully deflowered her had anything
to do with it, but by then she didn't care.  Bracing her feet against
the end of the tub so that she wouldn't lose her balance, Pam seized the
end of the stick with both hands and began to ram it in harder,
stretching her vagina as much as she could, bringing herself to the
threshold of pain and then backing off slightly.  She experimented,
twisting the long slippery soap her sideways, rotating it, tantalizing
herself by holding the greasy dildo poised, right at the opening to her
obscenely delighted cunt, making her quaking insides wait, and then
ramming it suddenly up inside as far as it would go.

She tried to watch its every move as it slithered in and out of her
wildly reacting pussy, but as her motion increased and the soap melted,
the whole lower part of her body became lost in a lather of soap
bubbles.

"Ah, well, cleanliness is next to Godliness," she managed to choke out
just before she came.  She could actually feel her orgasm starting,
located somewhere far up inside, near where the end of the soap-stick
pounded against the tight opening to her womb.  She hung on the edge,
and she knew that with the right effort she could change the impending
explosion to the same safe, mild, satisfying inner release that she
permitted herself with Jack.

But with a choked moan she gripped the soap stick hard and rammed it as
far up inside as it would go, puncturing the edge of her orgasm, letting
it loose to ravage her suddenly helpless body.  Holding tight to the
slippery shaft, Pam held it inside while her legs kicked out
spasmodically and her back arched, throwing her head back so that the
tendons in her neck stood out like cables.  She made no sound other than
a choking rattle deep in her throat.  Her stomach muscles stood out in a
hard ridge-line, tight drawn, as an awesome battle raged far up inside
the amazed young blonde's shuddering belly.  The slippery evidence of
her orgasmic upheaval began to join the soap suds on the surface of the
water as her cuntal muscles spasmed rhythmically, expelling her inner
juices.

Pam hung for a moment, every nerve and muscle straining, and then
collapsed back into the water---limp---her orgasm over.  Nervously her
hands fell away from her body, trying to prop herself up, but for a few
seconds she was too stunned to move.

My God! she thought, I never knew it could be like that!

It wasn't until she tried to stand up in the tub that Pam remembered
that the soap stick was still embedded in her cunt.  Blushing with
embarrassment, she slowly drew it out, feeling her vagina contract in
one last gentle spasm as the long slender instrument slid tantalizingly
over its tender inner surface.  Now that it was over, Pam was ashamed of
what she had done, imagining how she would have looked to someone else,
lost in her shameless passion as she rammed an unfeeling length of
slippery soap in and out of her own vagina.

But, God, it felt good! she thought, and wondered what it was that kept
her from feeling that way with Jack.  She knew that that was what he
expected, but when she tried to visualize herself, abandoned to such
ultimate passion at the hands of her husband, or of anyone else, she
felt a familiar queasiness in the pit of her stomach.  No, this had
worked out so well today because she was alone.  She'd never be able to
let another person see her display such shameless passion.  It just
didn't seem right.  Why couldn't Jack accept her the way she was, Pam
thought unhappily as she slowly toweled herself dry, careful to keep her
hands away from her satiated genitals.

*    *    *

Jack's temper was still smoldering when he reached the office, but he
reined it in sharply as soon as he went in the door.  Don't want to make
a bad impression, he thought, instantly on his guard as he always was,
here in the battleground.  He smiled at the receptionist, smiled at his
secretary, and even smiled at Harry Steers, whom he hated and feared.
Harry was his main competition for the promotion to vice-president.
Ducking into his private office he sat at his desk and tried to get his
thoughts under control.

What the hell's the matter with that girl? he thought.  With resentment
he remembered how she had pushed him away in the morning, and called him
disgusting.  He doubted that Anna Collins would think him disgusting if
he ate her pussy.  She looked like she was ready for anything.

Anna! he thought excitedly.  Maybe she'll come in looking for work
today!  How easy it was to forget his troubles with Pam by thinking
about Anna.  He was sure from the way she had looked at him last night
that she was available.  And he wanted her!  Jack spent several seconds
imagining what it would be like to make love to Anna, and what she would
look like naked, sprawled out on a bed, her legs spread invitingly open,
waiting for him ...

But what about Pam?  Pam was still his wife.  When Jack had first
decided to marry her, back in college, he'd done so for many reasons.
She was beautiful, of course, and they loved one another, whatever that
was, but most of all, Jack had seen Pam as an investment, a necessary
adjunct to further his career.  With her looks and her good breeding and
her quiet manner, she would be just the kind of wife that would impress
both employers and clients.  She had seemed docile enough so that he
would never have trouble getting her to do what he wanted, or so it
seemed then.  For the past several months she had been displaying an
irritating independence that Jack interpreted as obstructionism.  And
now, this miserable sex mess!

Jack was angry at himself that he should be bothered by Pam's inability
to respond adequately to his sexual desires.  He should be above that
kind of thing, he thought, but there it was.  Every time he saw her
marvelous naked body, something seemed to snap in him and he wanted to
possess her, dominate her, wallow in her lovely nude flesh!

It irritated Jack to admit he was human, but there was no use in denying
his need for sex.  Still, if the situation with Pam didn't improve,
their marriage might be in trouble, and that would be a disaster.  J.B.
didn't approve of divorce, and if he and Pam split up, he could kiss the
vice-presidency good-bye.  And Pam, too.  She mattered to him, as much
as anyone could.

Bat maybe there's a way out, he mused.  Anna Collins!  If he were to
have an affair with her, then maybe everything would be all right.  With
Anna to satisfy his sexual needs, not only would he feel less tense, but
the pressure would be off Pam, too ... as long as she never found out.

Automatically Jack began to wonder how much Anna would cost.  To him,
everything and everyone had its price, and he preferred it that way.  If
you paid, then you had control over what you were getting, and Jack
always felt helpless unless he had control.  Anna might cost money or
she might cost other things---less tangible---such as demanding
affection or too much of his valuable time.  Jack hoped she would opt
for money.  Or maybe she'd even settle for his getting her a job!

Jack was in a much better mood by the time he came out of his office.
He walked into the outer office carrying some papers.  He had no idea
what was on them, but it was one of his rules to always have something
in his hand around the office, then, no matter whether he was fucking
off or not, it at least looked like he was doing something.  Jack was a
master of office guerrilla warfare, which had been the main reason for
his rapid advancement.

Jack had come out of his office for a reason.  It was eight-thirty, and
every day, exactly at eight-thirty, J.B., the boss, came in the front
door.  Jack liked to be the first one to greet him.  As usual, he was
exactly on time, a little man, in his late-sixties, dried up, with a
sour, shriveled face.  He carried his inevitable brown paper bag, which
always contained the same thing---an egg-salad sandwich he'd made
himself and a package of potato chips.  J.B.  was a miser, and never
spent a nickel he didn't have to.

Old bastard must be worth at least ten million bucks, Jack thought
sarcastically, looking at the paper bag.  If I had his money, it'd be
caviar and champagne for lunch every day.  Aloud he said ... "Good
morning, J.B., have a good trip in?"  J.B. rode the bus.  Not bothering
to reply to Jack's greeting, the little man immediately launched into a
violent attack on the public transportation system, seeming to forget
that a few months before he'd just as bitterly used all his considerable
influence with local government to help defeat a proposed tax on
business to improve the local bus service.

Jack despised ].B., but his manner never betrayed it.  He was attentive
to the little man, flattering him when he thought that that was what he
wanted, and on rare occasions disagreeing with him when he suspected
that J.B. wasn't too sure about something and wanted his mind changed.
He had come to view Jack as a bright young man of independence and
character who shared the right views---his views.  Jack felt that as
long as he could keep his boss thinking that way, his future in the
company was assured, and he spent as much energy researching the little
tyrant's moods, prejudices and needs as he spent actually doing his job.
It paid off much better than hard work.

"Phone call for you, Mr. Hollister," his secretary said.  Jack excused
himself and went to answer the phone.

"Hello, Jack," Anna Collins' throaty purr buzzed from the receiver.
Jack felt his blood boil at the way she had said his name.  He knew be
hadn't been imagining things last night!

"Hi, Anna, what can I do for you?"

"You don't know?  Don't tell me you've already forgotten the job you and
Max were talking about."

"Of course I remember," Jack responded with a laugh.  "But I thought you
were going to come to the office."

"I am, but I thought I'd better get an appointment first.  Max said you
looked like a busy man."

"Not too busy for you, Anna.  Why don't you come in, say ..." he looked
down at his desk calendar to see when he was free, "... about eleven
o'clock.  Or make it eleven-forty-five, and we can have lunch."

"Fine, I'll be there, but I might as well warn you ... I have a big
appetite."

"I thought you might," he said, making his voice suggestive.  "You
strike me as the kind of girl it would take a lot to satisfy.

"Oh, how nice," she said with a sultry laugh.  "We've only just met and
you're already beginning to understand me."

When Jack put the phone down, he was surprised to find that his hands
were wet with perspiration.  God, that woman blows my mind ... even over
the phone! he thought shakily.  It all looked like it was going to be
easy, maybe too easy.  He wasn't used to ripe plums like Anna falling
into his lap without a lot of hard scheming and plotting.  There was
something strange here.

For one thing, what the hell was Max to Anna?  Jack hadn't bought that
bit about Max being her uncle ... no, that was a lie.  But why?  They
were undoubtedly fucking---Jack could tell by the way they looked at one
another.  Not like lovers, to be sure---there was a lot of bad feeling
between the two---but like a man and woman who knew one another's
bodies.

Sure, that s it! Jack thought in triumph.  The old bastard's keeping her
and he can't get it up often enough.  She's horny, and she knows where
to come to get it!  Smugly, Jack settled for his ego-building answer,
conveniently forgetting that it was Max who had first asked about the
job for Anna.

Jack jittered away the rest of the morning, impatiently waiting for Anna
to show up.  He knew that at eleven-thirty the boss shut himself up in
his office to eat his meager lunch alone.  Jack didn't want him to see
Anna, not before she was hired.  J.B. was, on the surface, a vicious
prude.  Jack knew he would have to warn Anna about what she could wear
in front of the old man.  He railed and ranted about the deteriorating
morals of the younger generation, and more than one surprised girl had
been fired on the spot for coming to work in what J.B. thought was
indecorous attire.  The same held true for the male employees.  Even the
slightest suspicion of scandal, and they were out the door.  It had been
discovered that one compromising young account executive had spent the
entire night at a girl's apartment, and he was fired.

But there were other reasons why Jack didn't want the boss to see Anna
until he had installed her in a safe niche.  Like most other violently
vocal pillars of rectitude, J.B. was a hypocrite.  He used his
fulmination's to cover up, partly to himself, the fact that he was a
lecher of the lowest order.  His desk drawers bulged with pornographic
pictures---Jack had found them one day when the boss was out of the
office and had forgotten to lock his door.  And it was fairly common
knowledge among the higher staff members that the old man regularly used
the still-attractive body of Jack Holme's wife.  Jack was the senior
vice-president, and no one doubted what kept him in that position.  If
J.B. got a good look at Anna too early in the game, then Jack would be
pushed right out of the picture.

But, he thought, if he played his cards right, Anna might be of use to
him right there in the office.  If she and he got it on, and reached the
right kind of understanding, then he wouldn't care if the old man got to
her.  In fact, Anna might be invaluable to him, bringing him privileged
bedroom information, right from the old goat's mouth.  He doubted if
J.B. could get it up often enough to seriously cut into his time with
Anna.  And maybe between them, they might get that nasty old fart over a
barrel and both make the big time.

I'm counting my chickens a little too early, Jack warned himself.  Shit,
maybe she does only want a job!  But he doubted it.  There hadn't been
much doubt about her approach to him so far.

At eleven-forty-five, Jack walked out the door and met Anna coming in.
"I'm starved," he said, not giving her a chance to go in.  "Let's eat."

He took her to a discrete little restaurant, dimly lit, with secluded
booths that made it unlikely that they'd be seen together, not because
it was strictly necessary, but because Jack wanted Anna to get into the
habit.  If everything went well, they'd have a lot of times like this
together, and there were people, like Pam and the boss ... and that
fucking Harry Steers, who must never know.  Shit ... Harry would run
straight to J.B.

The lunch went like a dream.  Anna kept her eyes fastened insolently on
Jack, and to his chagrin, he began to get an erection as he stared back
at her lush dark beauty.  He was glad that the restaurant was dark.

How different she is from Pam, he thought excitedly, comparing her
smoky, sultry loveliness with his wife's bright golden beauty.  What a
lucky man, I'd be to be fucking the both of them, he thought in awe.
Too bad I'd never be able to get them in the some bed together.  What a
circus that would be.

"My department budget permits me to hire another girl," Jack explained
to Anna when they had finished eating.  "The pay's not the best in the
world but then, you won't kill yourself working, either."  He let his
voice grow more confidential.  "And there may be little extras coming
your way from time to time ... like good dinners, for instance."

For Christ's sake, this guy is incredible! Anna thought in amusement.
He's used to dealing with dumb little blondes right out of high school.
Her earlier interest in Jack began to change into a mild contempt.
She'd met his kind before; cold young men on the way up, engrossed with
themselves and their all-important careers, never imagining that there
might be other people who couldn't be bought by the cheap trinkets they
offered.  This boy's a real amateur, she said to herself, but he's got a
good body.

Yes, she'd do what Max had ordered her to---she hardly had a choice,
anyhow---and she might as well enjoy herself on the road.  She'd make
sure this young moral zero gave her the kind of fucking she hadn't had
for a long time.  Anna mentality wrinkled her nose as she thought about
the short, sharp, and brutal fuckings she got from Max.  He'd been a lot
better at first, but was now obviously bored with her.  He just used her
as an instrument to work off his need to hurt.

Anna liked people but she had no illusions as to the kind of human
relations that went on in big business and big government.  There was a
whole breed of eager young executives who'd walk over their grandmother
to gain the power and influence they craved, and she was having lunch
with one now.  She felt sorry for his wife.

But Anna played her part well.  Knowing what she had to do, and hating
it, she threw enough half-veiled sex-signals to Jack to rattle him for
the rest of the day.  Sensing Jack's ever-increasing desire to make love
to her, Anna put him off, turning down an invitation to dinner that
night.  She knew if she played him long enough, he would be eating out
of her hand in no time.  That might be valuable to her in case of a
confrontation with Max.  Allies, even allies bought with sex, could
sometimes make the difference between defeat and survival.

So Jack went back to the office, faintly uncomfortable, vaguely
realizing that somewhere in the course of the meal he'd lost the
initiative with Anna.  His instincts told him to forget about her, that
he was putting himself in the way of a forceful personality he couldn't
control, but at the same time, the image of Anna's twin rounded
hemispheres of lush breast, spilling out of her low-cut dress, burned in
his brain, inflaming his nerves and filling his whole being with lust.
He knew she was going to sleep with him---they'd all but arranged it at
lunch.  Only the place and time remained to be filled in and, by God,
he'd do it!

Damn the consequences.

Anna took her time getting home.  Max didn't let her out of the house by
herself very often, so she amused herself window-shopping and leisurely
studying the people on the busy streets.

How different life could be! she thought bitterly as she watched a young
woman walking breezily down the street, humming happily to herself,
obviously her own mistress, free to go where she wanted to and associate
with whom she wished.  Anna stopped before a travel office and stared
for a long time at the brightly colored posters, advertising trips to
the Mediterranean, the Caribbean, Europe, South America.  She had
traveled when she was younger, just out of school, and had loved it.
For more than three years she had lived and worked overseas, immersing
herself in alien customs and languages, thrilling to that peculiar type
of freedom that comes from being a foreigner in other peoples' lands,
free of their native cares and obligations, but able to enjoy the best
that land can offer.

God, I'd love to go back! she thought in near despair.  But I'm a slave,
a slave in late-twentieth-century America, a slave to that miserable
bastard, Max Flaherty!

It had happened almost a year ago.  She had been to visit her father,
and found him in an angry shouting match with a man she had never seen
before---Max Flaherty.  The man left and the incident had faded from her
mind.  Then one day Max had showed up at her apartment saying he had a
proposition for her.  He made it short and simple.  He told her he had
enough on her father to hang him, not figuratively but literally.  He
showed her papers and documents that connected her father to an old
crime, a murder that had taken place nearly twenty years before.  He'd
turn her father over to the police, unless ...

Ten minutes later, after futilely pleading for him to change his mind
and leave her and her father alone, Anna was lying naked under Max's
heavy sweating body while he brutally fucked her.

And, of course, it didn't stop with that one time.  He came back again
and again, and every time that Anna submitted to him, the next time came
easier.  Finally, he had ordered her to move into a house with him, the
one they were living in now.  Anna was glad that they were half-way
across the country from her own home.  She was horrified at the thought
of her father finding out she was with Max.  She knew he'd demand that
she stop it, and even go to the authorities and turn himself in, if that
would free her of Max.

Anna loved her father---he was all she'd ever had since her mother died
when Anna was still a baby.  She never told him she knew about the
murder in his past---she knew he would be ashamed before her from then
on.  So she stayed with Max, putting up with his crudities, letting him
use her body as he wanted to, and hoping that somehow the whole
nightmare would go away.

Max had money, and she had to admit that for the most part, her life was
physically comfortable.  And sometimes he was even good to her, in his
own way, including her in his brutal sense of humor, treating her as a
confidante.

But he had clearly begun to grow tired of her a couple of months before.
That was what Anna had hoped for, trusting that he would eventually
throw her out, bored with the ease with which he could claim her body
and the lack of any genuine participation on her part.  But now she was
sickened by what he wanted her to do---to use her as an entree into Pam
Hollister's bed.  Clearly, even if he was bored with her, he wasn't
about to let her go.  Slaves were hard to come by nowadays, and she knew
she'd be used until there was nothing of her left.

Despair had made Anna bitter by the time she walked back in the door of
Max's house.

"Where the fuck you been?" he demanded angrily, glancing at his watch.
"I told you, no fucking around with that young punk until I give the
word."

"For Christ's sake, get off my back, Max," she snapped back.  "We
haven't even been holding hands.  I'll do your fucking dirty work for
you, but I don't want to catch shit for it every ten minutes."

"Well, well, aren't we independent," Max said in mock surprise.  "Don't
tell me the troops are about to revolt!"

Anna tensed.  When Max seemed the most pleasant he was often at his
deadliest.  "Okay, now what happened?  Did you get the job ?"

"Of course," Anna said tiredly.  "He was too busy staring at my tits to
think of saying no."

"I get the impression you don't like him."

"If there was something to like, I might.  He's good-looking enough.
But there's nothing under that neat, clean exterior but pure greed."

"Good, they're the easiest kind," Max said with a laugh.  "And when do
you think the mating will take place?"

Anna flinched at the cavalier way that Max was disposing of her body.
Just like a slave, she thought.  "He says there's going to be a big
company party in about two or three days.  That sounds like the best
time.  People go a little out of their heads at those things."

"You've done a good job, Anna," Max said good-humoredly.  "You deserve a
reward."

"The only reward I want is a way out of this mess," Anna snapped.

"Maybe you'll get it," Max replied.

"What do you mean?" she asked, suddenly wary.

"If you keep playing ball with me, I might let you go.  What would you
say to my giving you that evidence I have against dear old Dad?"

"You've said that before," Anna said bitterly.  "Are you playing with me
again, because if you are ...

"You'll never know for sure, will you?" Max said with an evil grin.
"But you can't take the chance.  I promise you, some day you'll bore me
so much I'll toss all those incriminating documents in your lap, and you
can split.  You can count on that---you just don't know when.  So you
keep playing ball with old Max, and everything'll turn out ale right."

Does he mean it? Anna agonized.  Is this just another of his sadistic
games?  Hatred boiled up in Anna's heart.  Someday he'll go too far, and
then ...  Some of her hatred spilled over onto her father, and Anna was
filled with a bitter resentment that an act of his could have put her in
this predicament.  Maybe she should face him, have it out, but she was
afraid.  Afraid of how she would hurt him, and afraid that he might do
something desperate to free her that would end up with his own
destruction.

"Okay, Max," she said tiredly.  "You hold all the cards ... for now.
I'll keep dancing to your music."

"Atta girl," Max chortled.  "But just to make sure you mean it, I'm
gonna test you."

Oh, Christ, now what? Anna thought apprehensively as she watched Max go
to the far side of the room and sit in a chair.

"Okay, baby, take off your clothes," Max ordered good-naturedly.

"Don't you have any imagination, Max," Anna asked disgustedly.  She
began to strip off her dress, trying to put as little seductiveness into
it as possible.  She'd be damned if she'd give Max any kicks she didn't
have to.  Her clothes came off easily---she wasn't wearing many.  The
light summer dress went first, the one that Jack Hollister had been so
eagerly staring down.  Underneath it she was wearing only a bra,
panties, and long sheer stockings held up by a garter belt.  She took
off the bra and her large, shapely breasts swung free, the nipples
hardening slightly as soon as the cooler air touched them.  To her
disgust she saw that Max was massaging his big cock into hardness
through the material of his pants while lecherously watching her
undress.  She was bending down to take off her garter belt when he
stopped her.

"No, leave it on," he ordered.  "Just unhook it so you can take off your
panties, and then snap it back up again."  Anna hesitated, and then
shrugged.  Well, it takes all kinds, she thought.  She did as he asked,
and a few moments later was standing dressed only in her garter belt and
stockings.  Her curly brown pubic hair showed obscenely underneath the
elastic and straps of the garter belt, and she felt more naked than if
she'd taken everything off.

"Mmmmm, mmmmm, downright nice," Max murmured.  Anna could see that his
awakening penis had formed a huge bulge in his pants.  Max saw where she
was looking and smiled.  "Glad you noticed that, Anna, because you're
gonna suck it off."

Anna flinched when she heard this.  She'd sucked cock lots of times in
her experience-packed life, and loved it---anybody but Max's.  She
loathed the ultimate humiliation of having her hated tormentor shoot his
searing hot load of sperm into her mouth.

But what choice did she have?  Like he said, if she were nice to him,
maybe he'd give her back those documents.  She started to walk across
the room to get it over with.

"Hold it!" Max said sharply.  She stopped, confused.

"I want you to crawl over to me ... on your hands and knees," he said
with a sneer.

"Max, you can go fuck yourself," she snapped back.

"SHADDUP!" he roared suddenly.  "That's just the attitude we have to do
something about.  Now, you gave me a lot of lip last night, and a lot of
lip when you came home this afternoon.  We gotta purge that fucking
pride out of you ... give you a dose of Christian humility.  So, down on
your knees ... NOW ... and get your ass over here!"

Anna hesitated, hating him, but then sullenly knelt down and started to
walk over to Max on her knees.

"No!" he ordered.  "Crawl!"

Getting down on all fours, Anna crawled over to Max, stopping when her
head was even with his knees.  He parted them into a big vee.

"Right up to my cock," he ordered.

She moved in between his knees until her face was only inches away from
the awesome bulge in his pants.

"Okay, wise-ass cunt.  Unzip my pants and fish it out.

Her cheeks burning with shame and rage, Anna raised one hand and quickly
opened Max's fly.  Reaching in, she fumbled through his shorts until her
hand made contact with his naked cock beneath.  My God, it's hot! she
thought as she began to tug it out through the narrow opening in his
pants.

"Ow, take it easy!" Max growled.  "You're gonna bust the damn thing in
two."  A moment later his huge organ had burst free of the confining
material and lay in her hand, thrusting obscenely up from his loins,
surrounded by a frieze of his bristling pubic hair.

"Pump on it awhile," he said, his voice suddenly hoarse now that her
hand was wrapped around his eagerly throbbing organ.  Anna began to
slide the heavy outer skin up and down the iron-hard core, with little
interest at first, but then more and more quickly as she saw his
disapproving look.

"Oh, Christ!" he moaned.  "I feel like I'm gonna pop my nuts already.
Slow down for a minute."

Anna bit her lips in irritation.  Too bad the big pig hadn't shot off in
her hand.  It was a lot better than in her mouth.  He was close.  His
mammoth rod throbbed hotly against her palm, and a single shining drop
of sperm glistened at the swollen tip.  Max saw it, too.

"Lick it off," he ordered gleefully.  "Wipe me clean with your tongue."

Distastefully, Anna leaned forward and slithered her tongue across the
empurpled tip of Max's cock.  Instantly her senses were flooded with the
salty tang of hot sperm.  Seeing that Max was relaxed, enjoying her
debasement, she suddenly shot out her tongue again and stabbed it
sharply into the tender little opening on the end, trying to make him
cum.

"Aaaaggghhh," Max moaned loudly, at the same time violently pushing her
away from his twitching organ.  "I said take it easy for a minute!" he
yelled.

"Just trying to make it good for you, boss," she said sweetly, a hard
glitter in her eyes.  It took Max a moment to get himself back under
control.

"Okay, baby, it's ready.  Take it in your mouth and suck it!"  He leaned
back in the chair, his huge fleshy stalk standing above his body like an
evil weed.

Steeling herself, Anna leaned her head forward and placed her mouth on
the great organ.  God, I forgot how big the damn thing is, she thought
in consternation.  How will I get it all in my mouth?  She opened her
lips as wide as she could, stretching them painfully as she slipped them
over the huge mushroom-shaped head.  She began to suck immediately, to
take her mind off the obscene picture she must make with this monstrous
male penis jutting disgustingly from her face.

"Oh, baby, you're getting the idea, but put the whole thing in your
mouth, not just the tip!"  To illustrate his point, Max reached forward
and, tangling his hands in her thick dark hair, pulled her head downward
while at the same time he thrust his loins up hard, ramming his thick
stalk brutally into her surprised face.

Anna started to gag as she felt the end of Max's swollen organ invade
the back of her oral cavity.  She struggled for control, afraid that she
might strangle, and found to her relief that she could take the whole
hot throbbing cock into her mouth if she half-swallowed it.

"Okay, baby, now suck it as if your life depended on it," Max said.
Still holding her by the hair, he began to force her mouth up and down
on his meaty shaft while he fucked his hairy loins up into her face.

And Anna began to suck in earnest, wanting to get it over with, wanting
to make this disgusting man cum, even if it was into her own mouth.  Her
well-trained throat muscles took over, opening to admit Max's thrusting
penis in to the hilt, and then closing behind it as her tongue locked
avidly around the slithering shaft.  She forgot for the moment who it
was below her, forcing her into this humiliating and degrading act, and
did her best to bring the hot sperm boiling up from the hairy balls
still hidden inside his pants.

Max looked down in delight as Anna slaved over his sensation-filled
cock.  Her heavy dark hair fell forward around her lovely face so that
at times all he could see was the white shaft of his aching cock
disappearing into a shining brown nimbus.  He jerked her hair back,
wanting to see the expression on her face, delightedly searching for the
signs of hate and rebellion he loved to see there.  But her face was
blank, without feeling.  Her eyes stared glassily down the length of his
throbbing fleshy staff, and her cheeks hollowed and filled mechanically
as she sucked.  With a snarl, Max rammed Anna's beautiful head down on
his cock, wanting to hurt her, but she took it easily, used to his
enormous presence in her mouth by now.

"Okay, bitch, suck harder," he snarled, trying to bait her with his
words.  "Who taught you to suck cock, your grandmother?  Put some soul
into it!"  He let go of her hair with one hand and, reaching down
beneath her naked kneeling body, seized one of her lush, magnificent
breasts in his fingers, mauling it cruelly.  Anna automatically twisted
away from the pain, but she kept on sucking, harder and harder, knowing
that it would be over in a moment.  Already she could feel Max's cock
swelling larger and larger in her mouth as his orgasm neared.

To make him cum faster, she reached inside his pants and, cradling his
drum-tight balls in her hand, began to squeeze them rhythmically, at the
same time dragging her nails tantalizingly lower down, near his tightly
clenched anus.

That did it!  "OH, YOU FUCKING BITCH ... I'M GUMMING!" he bellowed.
"SUCK EVERY LAST DROP DOWN INTO YOUR BELLY, OR SO HELP ME ..."  His
voice shut off in a strangled cry as the first hot rush of semen burned
its way up from his testicles below, and shot the entire shuddering
length of his monstrously swollen penis.  His head fell back helplessly
and his fingers went rigid in Anna's hair, clamping her head tightly to
his spouting loins.

Anna felt Max's ready organ begin jerking in her avidly sucking mouth
and barely had time to prepare herself before the first choking rush of
sperm gushed into her straining mouth.  She swallowed madly, trying to
clear her throat of the sticky hot liquid before she choked, but there
was too much.  A thick stream of it gushed obscenely out from where her
tightly ovaled lips were locked around the thick hair-strewn base of the
twitching member.  With loathing she felt the slippery spicy fluid
sliding down her throat and into her stomach, but there was nothing else
she could do.  Max's powerful hands in her hair held her imprisoned, and
it was either swallow or strangle.

Finally the last few jets of cum had spouted from Max's hard hot organ
and it was beginning to shrink in her mouth.  He made no resistance when
she drew hack her head and the rapidly diminishing cock slithered wetly
from her cum-smeared lips and flopped soddenly onto his pants leg.  Anna
knelt, trying to get her breath, a long string of milky-white cum
dangling from her chin.  Seeing Max leering at her, she quickly brushed
it away, and then, with a look of revulsion, got quickly to her feet and
started toward the bathroom.

"Hey, cunt, I want you to crawl out of here on your hands and knees!"
Max crowed after her.  "Like the bitch you are!"

"Go fuck yourself," she muttered, the words coming thickly from her
semen-clogged throat.

Chapter 3

"This could be it, honey ... tonight could be it," Jack Hollister said
nervously, clutching the wheel tightly with both hands.  He and Pam were
on their way to the annual company party.

"Why tonight?" Pam asked.  Jack could barely make out her features as
she stared bemusedly out the windshield into the lights of approaching
cars.  She was as far over on her own side of the seat as she could get.

"It's got to be tonight!" Jack said explosively.  "Old Carstairs retires
tomorrow and the vice-presidency will be open.  J.B. hates to have any
loose ends around the office.  And besides," he added more thoughtfully,
"he likes to drop bombshells at these parties.  It'll either be me or
Harry Steers.  The old bastard would get a kick out of making the
announcement and then watch the loser trying to keep a poker face in
front of the whole staff."

"If you think your boss is such a horrible man, why do you work for
him?" Pam asked quietly.

"They're all that way," Jack said bitterly.  "Every financial company in
town is run by some narrow bastard who clawed his way up over a pile of
bodies and then likes to step on the fingers of anybody else who tries
to make it over the top."

"And thinking that way, you still want to work in such a business?" Pam
asked.  "What makes you think you would turn cut any different than
J.B.?"

Jack turned sharply, trying to make out the expression on Pam's face.
Was there contempt there?  What kind of questions were these, from a
wife?

"Look, baby, I don't make the rules.  It just happens to be the only
game in town, and if we want to live a decent life, we have to play it!"

"Look out!" Pam said apprehensively.

Jack jerked the wheel to one side just in time to miss an oncoming car.
The angry wail of a horn faded away behind them.  Jack muttered a curse
and stared bleakly out the windshield.  Why, on a night as important as
this one, did Pam have to start being difficult?  She'd been a stranger
ever since they moved into the new house.  He supposed it had something
to do with that miserable scene the other morning.  They hadn't made
love since then.  On top of everything else, I'm as horny as hell, Jack
thought with irritation.  Cut off at home, he'd been trying to get Anna
to go out to dinner with him, hinting broadly at a long evening
together, but she'd kept putting him off.  All day long he had to look
hungrily at her fabulous body around the office without getting a chance
to touch her.

"Okay, look, honey," he said wearily.  "All I can say is that a lot
hangs on tonight, so try and be nice to J.B.  He likes you."

Pam repressed a slight shudder.  She'd only met her husband's boss a
couple of times before, and the way he stared at her body made her flesh
crawl.  He looks so mock like a dried-up monkey, she thought, hardly
daring to imagine what he would look like naked.  He quite obviously
liked to imagine what she would look like naked!

*    *    *

The party was being held at the huge, rambling house that J.B. had
inherited from a relative.  There was a rumor that the old man had
gotten the relative over a barrel in a financial deal and then squeezed
the property out of him.  It was in character, but no one knew for sure.
The house was dark and gloomy, as if it had been designed to suit its
present owner.  But it had a huge drawing room, which could easily hold
all the office staff.  Jack pulled up into the broad driveway and
parked.  There were already several cars there.

When he and Pam went in, the first person he saw was Anna.  He had known
she was going to be there, but it was still a slight shock to suddenly
have her in the same room as his wife.  For the past few days he'd been
thinking of her as part of a personal world, secret from Pam.  He was
still a little embarrassed to see Pam's face light up when she saw Anna.
Did his wife know he intended to make love to her friend?

The three of them went the rest of the way in together, the two women
talking animatedly while Jack plodded silently beside them, apparently
all but forgotten.  How come they like each other so much? he asked
himself.  They should be deadly enemies.  They were still together when
J.B. came into the room.  The little man's eyes glittered with interest
as he stared at the two lovely women with Jack.  He actually licked his
lips before walking, in his nervous jerky way, up to them.

"Well, Hollister," he said in his raspy voice, "I see you're enriching
our party in the most delightful way."  He was so short that he seemed
to be staring straight into Pam's lush rounded breasts.  In fact, for
several seconds he didn't take his eyes from their enticing contours.
Pam started to blush and in a moment her face was bright red.

"And who are you?" he asked Anna, switching his pop-eyed stare to her
breasts which, if anything, were even slightly larger than Pam's

"I work for you," she said.

"Oh, indeed!" J.B. cast an inquiring glance at Jack.  It was his turn to
blush.  For the past few days he had been careful to keep Anna out of
the old man's way.  He still wanted to get to her first.

"This is Anna Collins, J.B.  She just started a couple of days ago."

"Well, well, a successful attempt to make the office a more beautiful
place," the old man beamed, not aware of Anna's annoyed reaction.

Hey, you old bastard! she thought.  I'm not a piece of furniture.  I'm a
woman, a person!  But on the surface she smiled.  Play the game, she
told herself.  Play it all the way.

"Hollister," J.B. said, putting one arm around Jack's shoulder, and at
the same time taking the liberty to do the same with Pam, he started to
walk them toward a table loaded with a glittering array of bottles and
glasses.  Despite his tightness, the old man loved good liquor and never
stinted in that department.  "Hollister," he said again.  "I like you.
You have a great future with our company."  Jack felt his heart begin to
hammer.  Was this going to lee it? he wondered.  Was J.B. going to make
the announcement now that he was to be the new vice-president?

But it wasn't going to be that easy.  J.B. went on talking in the same
general vein, but saying nothing definite.  His arm around Pam's
shoulder had slipped down to her waist, and his hand was comfortably
near the base of her breast.  She wiggled nervously.  J.B. kept casting
glances over toward Anna, as if he wished he had an extra arm for her,
too.  She stood, a few feet away, watching the clumsily joined trio, an
enigmatic half-smile on her lovely face.

Pam had a chance to free herself from J.B.'s unwanted embrace when he
offered to make them some drinks.  She shuddered, feeling as if a toad
had been crawling on her body where J.B. had touched her.  Her dress was
low in the back and his clammy, bony hand had trailed across her bare
flesh.  When J.B. came up to her again, she deftly moved away when he
once again tried to touch her.  His narrow sunken face clouded, but he
quickly regained control.  Stiffly, he turned around and began to talk
to Anna.

"For God's sake!" Jack whispered to Pam, dragging her out of earshot of
the boss.  "Can't you be a little friendlier with J.B.?  He's trying to
be nice to you."  Pam listened in open-mouthed wonder to her husband's
words.

"You mean you want ...?" she spluttered, but Jack shushed her as J.B.
came up to them.

"You certainly make a lovely couple," he said with one of his humorless
smiles.  "I haven't had much of a chance to get to know your wife,
Hollister, but I think that's a situation that will soon be remedied.  I
have plans for you, my boy.  Plans that will demand that we see a lot
more of one another socially."  He paused to see if his words had taken
effect.  They had.  Jack's face was tense with strain, waiting for the
magic words that would give him what he wanted most.  He was quite
willing at that moment to offer J.B. the use of his wife for the night,
if the old man had asked.

He'd do anything to be vice-president!

Slowly J.B. began to insinuate himself around Pam again.  The more he
drank the bolder he became, until even Jack became a little embarrassed.
The old man was no longer paying much attention to Anna.  Apparently,
realizing that she was an employee, he felt she would always be there
for the asking.  It was Pam who mattered to him now, and perhaps part of
her attraction to him was that the winning of her would involve an
exercise in pure naked power.  He secretly disliked the tall, athletic,
handsome Jack and delighted in using the promise of the vice-presidency
as a lever to take the other man's beautiful, eminently desirable wife.

Pam eventually had to use the only excuse she could---a trip to the
powder room---to escape J.B.'s ever-present grasp.

"Jack!" she said, gripping his arm tightly when she came back into the
room, before J.B. could corner her again.  "I can't stand any more of
this!  If you don't tell that horrible old man to leave me alone, then I
will!"

Jack's handsome young face paled.  "For Christ's sake, you can't do
that!" he exclaimed in a strained whisper.  "That would be the end for
me!"

Tears started in Pam's eyes as she heard her husband's selfish unfeeling
words.  But she instantly calmed herself.  "Very well," she said coldly.
"But there's nothing to stop me from being sick.  You know how weak we
women are.  I'm going home with a headache.  Give me the keys to the
car."

Jack wanted to argue with her---make her stay and butter up J.B. some
more, but he detected the edges of hysteria in Pam's icy manner and was
mortally afraid of a scene.  Then, suddenly, he asked her to take a
taxicab home, and went with her to the boss while she made her excuse.
J.B. was obviously annoyed to be losing his prey, but not as much as
Jack had feared.  The old bastard must have about burnt out his libido
by now, pawing over Pam, he thought bitterly.  Why does life Agate to he
so hard?

"I want to talk to you, my boy," J.B. said when Pam had left.  He led
Jack into the library.  "I was going to make the announcement tonight
that would make you vice-president," he said bluntly, "but I don't think
the timing is quite right ... yet."  He looked at Jack suggestively.  "I
feel that a man's wife is an important adjunct to his career, and I
realized tonight that I don't know yours very well."  He paused.  "That
must be remedied."

Jack swallowed painfully.  So near and yet so far, he thought sadly.  It
only Pam had been a little more ... accommodating!  "Anything you say,"
he said aloud.

"Wives often ... hide their real natures in front of their husbands,"
J.B. went on.  "I feel it would be ... a valuable experience if ... Mrs.
Hollister and I could have a ... private meeting.  Could you arrange
that?"

You rotten shit! Jack's mind screamed.  You want to fuck my wife in
exchange for the vice-presidency but don't have the guts to come out and
say it!  Jack felt a rush of loathing come over him and for a moment he
was afraid he was going to pass out.  I should tell him to shove the
company and everything else up his ass! he thought wildly.  But he knew
J.B. would never ruffle a feather.  He would just simply give him his
notice and it would have all vanished like smoke---the vice-presidency,
the job, security, the good life---all out the window because of his
wife's goddamned sacrosanct pussy!

"I'll see what I can set up, J.B.," he said, his face expressionless.

"You do that, my boy, and then perhaps I'll have some good news for
you."

There it was, clear as crystal ... the vice-presidency for his wife's
body.  And he knew he'd make the trade ... if he could find some way to
make Pam see the light.

The rest of the evening was a haze for Jack.  Perhaps to torment him,
J.B. spent most of his time talking to Harry Steers.  Trying to rub it
in, Jack thought bitterly.  But there was no real danger from that
direction now that he knew what the old lecher was after.  Harry's wife
was as ugly as a mud fence.  Left to himself, Jack began to get very
drunk.  He was propping up the mantelpiece with one shoulder, a large
drink gripped tightly in one fist, staring moodily out a window into the
black night, when he sensed someone at his elbow.

"I thought you'd forgotten all about me," a soft voice said into his
ear.

It was Anna!

She had watched the whole scenario between Pam, Jack and J.B.  Anna was
far too experienced in the grubby ways of the world to be horrified by
the little drama, but she couldn't help feeling a sharp pang of sympathy
for Pam.  Her encounter with the younger woman tonight had intensified
her liking for her.  There goes me five or six years ago, she thought
bitterly, remembering her own confusing marriage.  And now, what am I
going to do but stick another knife in her by seducing her husband!
Actually, she should thank me.  Turning on her most seductive manner,
she determined to make a good job of it.

"Sorry," Jack said, his voice thick from the alcohol.  "Got a lot on my
mind tonight."

"At a party?  Let me see if I can do something about that."  She was
standing close, and Jack slowly became aware that one of her large lush
breasts was pressing against his arm.  He could feel the warm, billowy
softness of it through her dress.  Jack's body stiffened as he
remembered how he had wanted to fuck Anna for days now, and had been
frustrated in his intentions time after time.  What about tonight?  Pam
had gone home.  He was on his own, not expected home for hours, and Anna
was sounding very friendly.

Experimenting, he moved his arm, dragging it a few inches across Anna's
tantalizingly soft tit, wondering if it was an accident it was so near,
giving her every chance to pull away.

She didn't.  If anything, she moved closer, so that now both her large
cushiony mounds were in contact with his benumbed arm.

By God! she wants to get fucked! Jack realized instantly.  Anna's face
was only inches from his own, and her large brown eyes burned into his
in unmistakable invitation.

"This party bores me," she murmured into his ear.  "Let's go someplace
where we can be alone."  There it was, out in the open!  It was now or
never!

"Where's your coat?" he asked, having trouble with his words.  While she
went to get it, Jack made his excuses to the boss, telling him he had
promised to get Miss Collins home early.  The little man looked at him
strangely, but said nothing, apparently content to await the day when
Jack would deliver his wife to him on a platter.

Once out into the cool night air, Jack's head began to clear a little.
"Where to?" he asked.

"Let's go to my place ... where we can listen to a little music and ...
get more comfortable."  My God, there's nothing shy about this woman!
Jack thought excitedly, sensing that in another little while he would
probably be making love to the fabulous body he sensed under her
revealing clothes.

"But what about your uncle ... Max?" he asked.

"Max is away for the weekend," she said with a little laugh.  "It'll
just be you and me."  Better and better, Jack thought excitedly.  He
escorted Anna to her car, and then followed her in his as she led the
way back to their part of town.  Jack kept swallowing nervously as he
drove, certain that he was going to fuck Anna tonight, but realizing
from bitter experience how often things like this miscarried.  God, what
if she's just teasing me? he jittered.  He was grateful when she took
the alley to her place and he was able to park behind her house.  It
would have been clumsy, to say the least, if he had to park in front,
directly across from his own houses where Pam could spot the car if she
looked out the window.  He wondered if she was already in bed.  This was
the first time he had ever determined to be unfaithful to her, and he
was nervous, wondering how she would react if she found out.

By the time he parked, Anna was already out of her car and opening the
back door.  She performed a miniature charade of carefully peeking
inside the house, using exaggerated caution, and then turned to him with
a conspiratorial wink.

"Okay, the coast is clear," she whispered loudly.  Jack found her little
game an uncomfortable reminder that he was performing a clandestine act
... he, a married man, sneaking into a darkened house after a woman he
intended to fuck, with his wife less than a hundred yards away.  And on
top of that, the house belonged to another man, apparently the girl's
lover, who might be very irate if he came home unexpectedly.  Jack
swallowed nervously, and for one long moment almost backed out, but
Anna's seductive allure was too great.  He went in.

She led him through the kitchen into a large, well-furnished living
room.  "Okay, first some music," she said gaily, and going to a large
stereo on one side of the room, turned it on.  She found an FM station
that played soft background music.  "The radio's better than records,"
she said.  "We don't have to get up and change them ... if we're busy at
the moment."  She was standing only a few feet away from Jack, and
unable to stand the strain of her nearness any longer, he suddenly
seized her in his arms and mashed his lips down on hers in a long
passionate kiss.  She responded expertly, insinuating into his madly
working mouth the most stimulating tongue he had ever encountered.  One
of his hands slid up her body and began to claw at her breasts right
through the material of her dress.

"Hey, take it easy, tiger," she said, breaking free of his kiss and
moving back a short distance.  "There's no point in leaping in feet
first.  We have plenty of time, and the more time, the nicer it can be."

Panting heavily, Jack forced himself back under control.  She was right!
He was acting like a high-school kid on his first date!

"I know just what you need," she said.  A nice relaxing drink."  So Jack
had to stand and wait while she unconcernedly made him a drink, working
efficiently in a small, well-appointed bar that swung out from the wall,
and all the time the blood was roaring in his ears as he watched her
slightest movement.  Never in his life had he desired a woman so much!
He longed to take her in his arms and rip the clothes from her, but he
was a little afraid of her obvious self-control.  Something warned him
that he would have to take her on her own terms.  After all, coming here
had been her idea, and no doubt she had others as well.

"Okay, drink up," she said as she handed him the drink.

"Where's yours?" he asked, pouring half the glassful down his throat in
one long gulp.  The alcohol hit the bottom of his stomach, bounced once,
and then began to spread a soothing warmth throughout his body.

"Later," she answered.  "Right now I want to get into something more
comfortable."  She started to walk away but then stepped closer and
suddenly ground her body against his.  He felt her breasts against him,
and her thighs opened to press her soft hidden pubic mound against his
leg while she passionately kissed him on the mouth.  Jack tried to put
his drink down so that he could get his hands on her suddenly offered
body, but she just as suddenly moved away, leaving him standing, gasping
by himself.  "Got to get out of these clothes," she whispered, her own
voice a little husky now.

She went out of the room into a hall, and Jack was content to wait now.
There was no doubt now that the passionate promise he had felt in her
suddenly abandoned body would soon enough be his.  The liquor was
calming him, and he determined to enjoy her game of delayed seduction
for all it was worth.  He strolled about the living room, studying this
and that memento on the shelves and mantle, trying to see if they would
tell him anything about the people who lived here.  It only took him a
short time to decide that everything he saw must belong to Max.  Nothing
here reminded him of Anna.

He had just mixed himself another drink when he saw a flicker of
movement in the hallway.  He thought it was Anna returning, but then saw
that it was a mirror.

And the mirror reflected the inside of Anna's bedroom!

Jack couldn't see all of the bedroom, just a narrow swath through the
doorway.  He saw another movement reflected, and his breath sucked in as
he realized that it was Anna, moving across the interior of her bedroom.

And she was undressing.

Already she was wearing nothing but a bra and panties, and while he
watched, she reached behind her back and began to fumble with the catch
to her brassiere.  Jack stood staring, transfixed, tempted to move away,
feeling for a moment like a peeping tom.  But then he realized that Anna
must have intended him to see---she would have closed the door
otherwise.  After all, she had to know the mirror was there.

Jack stood, his glass in one hand, halfway to his lips, but he didn't
drink.  His eyes took in the lithe perfection of Anna's scantily clad
body.  Her figure shimmered slightly from the distortion of viewing her
through one corner of a hall mirror, but if anything, it enhanced her
undeniable beauty.  She was not as slender as Pam---lush, full, a mother
goddess of rich, perfectly proportioned curves and dark earthy shadows;
her legs were long but softly rounded, and her broad hips tapered up
into a smoothly muscular torso that promised to be able to perform every
trick in the sexual repertoire.

And her breasts!  Just at that moment they were leaping free of the
confining brassiere, quivering and bouncing as Anna threw the whisky
garment on the bed, but standing out proud and high, not drooping at
all, in spite of their obvious heaviness.  Her nipples are so much
trigger and darker than Pam's, lascivious thoughts randomly floated
through Jack's brain.

Then she was bending over to slip her panties down over her ankles,
facing away from him.  Jack was presented with the sight of the twin
half-moons of Anna's fully rounded buttocks, just for an instant, and
then she stood up, facing into the mirror, giving him a momentary view
of a perfect triangle of dark brown pubic hair.  She moved, her full
thighs flexing, squeezing past her darkly furred pubic mound, and to
Jack's disappointment, she was gone, disappearing into a part of the
room that the mirror couldn't reflect.

Jack hastily turned away, not wanting to be caught spying, even if Anna
had engineered it that way.  She came breezing into the room, wearing a
short robe.  Having seen her undress, Jack knew she had nothing under
it, and if he had any doubts they were quickly removed by the exciting
way her large full breasts moved uninhibitedly under the thin material.
The robe was carelessly tied at the waist, and the movement of her legs
caused it to open slightly at the bottom, giving the watching young
husband brief flashes of nakedly exposed brown pussy hair.  He swallowed
nervously, and then became painfully aware that he had an erection.  The
stimulation of the last few minutes had done its work, and his cock was
hardening rapidly, pushing firmly against the restraining material of
his tight trousers.

"Well, well, well, always eager to get going, aren't you?" Anna said,
looking good-naturedly at the obscene bulge in his pants.

Jack colored.  "You've got sharp eyes.  I'd hoped you wouldn't notice."

"Why?" she asked, raising her eyebrows.  "I think it's flattering."

Jack couldn't help but compare Anna's forthright behavior with his
wife's usual semi-prudery.  Hell! he thought bitterly, Pam hates to
admit I even have a cock!  An image of her took temporary possession of
his mind, lying naked on the bed, waiting to be made love to, her eyes
closed, seemingly presenting she had no part in it, that it was just
happening to her without her being in any way an instigator.  How
different Anna was, with her forthright approach.  Hell, she wanted to
get laid and she was doing something about it!

"You want me to mix you a drink?" Jack asked, wanting another himself.

"No, thanks," she answered.  "I have a little something else in mind."
Going over to a side cabinet, she opened a drawer and took out a cigar
box.

"What you got there?" Jack asked curiously.

"Dope," she replied simply.  Jack suddenly became very nervous.  With
his position at the company to think of, the very word frightened him.
If anything could ruin him forever, it was what Anna had in her hands.
J.B. drank; J.B. used other men's wives; he lied; he stole; he cheated
people and ruined decent families; but he was death on drugs!  The
slightest intimation that Jack had even been in their presence, and it
would be all over for him at the office!

"D-Do you think it's wise to keep that stuff right here in your home?"
he asked nervously.  Anna looked up sharply, and seeing his strained
white face, laughed delightedly.

"My heavens," she gurgled.  "The poor man is scared half out of his
wits!"  She suddenly thrust the box at Jack.  "Boo!" she said.  He
jumped.

"N-No," he said, ashamed of being thought a coward, "not scared, really,
but that stuff is illegal!"

"So is cheating on your taxes, but I'll bet you do."  Jack flushed.

"Come on, stop worrying.  You'd think there was a narc hiding in the
bedroom.  This stuff is so common now that if the police tried to catch
everybody smoking it, they wouldn't have time for anything else---like
stopping gambling, and necking in cars, for instance."  She had opened
the box and laid it on the table.  It was half-full of brownish-green,
crushed leaves and blossoms.  Despite his nervousness, Jack moved
closer, curious.  A rich, slightly acrid odor assailed his nostrils.

Anna reached into another drawer and pulled out a little flat machine
made of silk and two steel bars.  "What's that?" Jack asked.

"A cigarette roller," she answered.  "I'm going to roll us a joint."
Even as she spoke, her fingers were moving deftly.  She placed a
cigarette paper in the little machine and filled it with several pinches
of the course powdery mixture.  She closed the machine around the paper,
and turning a crank, quickly shaped a perfect little white cylinder.
Out popped a long narrow cigarette, a few tufts of marijuana leaf
sticking out of each end.

"Got a match?" she asked.

Reluctantly Jack fished through his pockets and offered her some.  He
knew a gentleman lights a ladle's cigarette, but he couldn't bring
himself to help bring that dangerous little cylinder to life.  Anna
didn't seem to mind.  She struck a match, and putting the cigarette into
her mouth held the flame to it.  As she puffed, thick clouds of blue
smoke rose from the tip of the cigarette and the room was filled with
the sharp heavy scent of burning rope.

"Mmmmnnnnn, good stuff," Anna said dreamily. She held the glowing
cigarette out to Jack.  "Want a hit?" she asked.

"No, thanks," Jack said, shaking his head vigorously.  Anna shrugged her
shoulders.

"Suit yourself, but this grass is a real sense turn-on---makes your body
come alive.  I call it Old Thunder Fuck---real dynamite stuff."

Jack watched in fascination as she sat in a large armchair and took
another drag on the cigarette.  She seemed to breathe in forever, and
then held the smoke down in her lungs until her face purpled with the
effort.  When she finally breathed out, little smoke remained, and Jack
wondered what had happened to the rest.  It had probably been absorbed
in her bloodstream, he thought in astonishment.

A slow contented smile came over Anna's face, and she visibly relaxed in
the chair.  With a shock Jack noticed that her legs had fallen open a
little, parting the lower part of her robe, and he was looking right up
between her thighs to her nakedly bared pussy.  He swallowed nervously,
unable to keep from staring at her hair-covered cuntal lips.  As his
eyes adjusted to the dark shadows of her loins, he was clearly able to
make out the thin line of her half-hidden inner slit.  He knew that she
had seen him looking, but she did nothing to cover herself.  Jack's cock
began to throb uncontrollably at the sight of Anna's shamelessly naked
loins, only a few feet away from his own.  He once again felt he was
losing the initiative.  It was clear that the marijuana was putting Anna
in a very different place from where he was, and he began to wonder how
it would be to make love to a thoroughly stoned woman when he himself
was so tight and nervous.

"You say that stuff turns you on?" he asked.

She looked surprised.  "Sure thing," she said.  "Why?  You want to try
some?"

"Well, I don't know ..." he said hesitantly.

"Oh, for God's sake, come on," she said disgustedly.  "You act like you
expect your mother to come into the room and tell you whether it's all
right or not."

Stung by her tone, Jack grabbed the cigarette from her.  He put it to
his lips and took a long drag, but immediately began to choke as the
harsh smoke seared his lungs.

"Hey, take it a little slower," Anna said, and showed him how to breathe
in slowly and hold the acrid fumes down.  After a couple of more tries,
he was successful.  He didn't experience much reaction at first, but
suddenly the lights in the room seemed to dim and then his body felt
strange all at once.

"Wow!" he said, feeling as if he were floating a foot off the ground.
It was very different from being drunk.  For one thing, he still seemed
to have good control of his balance.  But in some strange way, the whole
room had changed.  The lights glowed a deep yellow-gold, and he realized
that he had been staring at a painting on the wall for a long time.

"Good stuff, isn't it?" Anna said.  "Here, let me show you how the
physical part works."  She reached forward and lightly traced a
fingernail over his forearm.  It felt natural at first, but then his
whole arm seemed to vibrate, sending pounding waves of sensation through
his muscles and nerves until his whole body was resonating like a tuning
fork.  She calls it Old Thunder Fuck, he thought in amazement.  God,
what will it be like when we ...?  Once again he stared down at Anna's
nakedly bared vaginal lips, and saw for the first time the evidence of
her own sexual arousal.  A thin line of liquid beads glistened in the
light, lining the softly bearded edge of her pussy-slit, welling up from
her tantalizingly hidden vagina.  A white-hot wave of lust washed over
Jack, making his body resonate again.  Sitting on the arm of the chair,
he lightly traced his fingertips over Anna's enticingly bared lower
belly, where it rounded off into her soft curly pubic hair.  She
shivered at his touch and her eyes half-glazed over.  I guess she isn't
as self-controlled as she likes to mate out, he thought in triumph, and
standing up, he reached down and jerked her to her feet.  She came into
his arms willingly, and opened her nakedly exposed thighs as he roughly
thrust one leg in between them, rubbing the harsh material of his pants
leg against her quivering cunt.

"Oh, God, that feels good," Anna moaned, all pretenses gone.  One of her
legs began to rub maddeningly against his painfully erect cock, still
trapped inside his tightly confining trousers.  The top of her robe had
fallen open as well when he jerked her to her feet, and one heavy,
brown-rippled breast spilled out, mashing softly against his chest.
Half-lifting Anna off her feet with his strong arms, Jack crushed her to
him, and met her lips in a long passionate kiss.  He felt as if he were
going to ignite as her tiny hot tongue darted in and out of his gasping
mouth.  He pushed her abruptly from him, holding her at arm's length for
a moment, staring greedily at her partially exposed body.  Her softly
rounded breast thrust proudly out at him, while lower down he followed
the curving contour of her belly as it merged sleekly into her softly
shaded loins.  He could now smell the hot musky odor of her thoroughly
aroused cunt, and its exotic perfume maddened him.

Jerking Anna's panting form to him once again, he buried his face in the
cushiony pillow of her breasts, pushing aside her robe and seeking out
her rapidly hardening nipples with his mouth.  He drew his tongue
tantalizingly over one of the burgeoning little buds, making her moan in
ecstasy;

"Oh, yes," she breathed huskily, "suck my tits ... put them in your
mouth ... make me feel them!"  Excited by her words of encouragement,
Jack sucked one of her now fully erect nipples right into his mouth,
worrying the rubbery tip with his tongue, nipping it half-painfully with
his sharp teeth.  Anna jerked her loins tightly against him, rubbing her
cunt maddeningly against his shuddering cock.  He could feel the inside
of his shorts grow slippery as a few drops of pre-cum were forced out of
the tip of his hidden member and smeared over the thin material.

"Oh, God, let's get naked," Anna panted, all her sophistication
deserting her as she turned into a wanting, lust-filled animal.  "I want
to see your cock, touch it, feel it hot and naked against my body."  She
helped Jack while he tore at his clothes, stripping them away until he
stood naked in front of her, his throbbing penis standing out straight
and stiff from his body like a fleshy lance.  Anna fell on her knees in
front of him, lovingly taking his obscenely displayed organ in her hands
and caressing it.

"What a lovely cock," she said excitedly.  "I'm going to want it in me
... soon ... very soon."  She began to teasingly kiss the tip, then
maddeningly slid her velvety smooth lips down the side, nibbling at the
sensitive shaft while her hands were busy fondling his aching testicles
below.

"Take it easy, baby," he warned her, "or the whole show's going to be
over before it gets started."  He could feel his balls churning wildly
from the exciting stimulation of Anna's buttery soft mouth.  God, why
couldn't I ever get Pam to do this to me?  Anna pulled back just when
Jack felt sure he was going to start cumming all over her lovely face.
He had to grit his teeth for a moment to get himself back under control,
and she looked up at him anxiously, wondering if she'd gone too far.

"Do you want to fuck me?" she asked Jack, looking excitedly at his
still-ready cock.

"Christ yes!" he moaned, reaching for her.

She held him off.  "Tell me first," she said.  "Tell me how much you
want to fuck me!"

"I want to ram my cock up into your cunt!" Jack snarled, playing her
exciting game.  "I want to shove it all the way up into your hot little
belly.  I'm going to fuck you hard ... fuck you until I shoot my nuts
off into your juicy snatch!"

Anna moaned with desire as she heard his lust-inciting words.  Without
another word she stripped off her disheveled robe and tossed it into a
heap on the floor.  She stepped backward and fell into the big armchair.
Never taking her eyes from Jack's face, she slowly hooked her legs up
over the arms of the chair, spreading them lewdly, baring her seething
genitals to Jack's fascinated gaze.  He stared, entranced, as the heavy
outer lips of her cunt were slowly pulled open, revealing the glistening
pink inner valley, wet and slippery with her copiously flowing pussy-
juices, a gaping scarlet gash running all the way down to her tightly
clenched ass-cheeks.  She lay there waiting, her breasts heaving above
from her heavy breathing, her crotch wide open for his expected assault.

"Now, lover," she crooned.  "Fuck me now.  Shove your hard cock into my
cunt and fuck me until I can't stand anymore!"

Drawn forward as if by a magnet, Jack fell on his knees before the chair
and moved in between Anna's obscenely opened thighs.  He crowded close
to her lewdly offered genitals, feeling the silken flesh of her inner
thighs brush softly against his naked sides.  Her ass was on the very
edge of the chair-cushion, her upper body leaning back into the
upholstery, her legs spread so impossibly wide and high over the arms of
the chair that he could see the tendons in her groin stretched tightly.
Her whole cuntal area was stretched wide and flat from the pressure, her
pinkly glistening slit completely open before him, ready for his
invasion.

Jack was tempted to immediately ram his hard ready cock up inside Anna's
lewdly spread body.  His eyes fastened on the pink-petaled opening of
her slowly seeping vagina---it actually pulsed in expectation as he
watched it.  But his gaze shifted higher, to the hotly palpitating
little bud of Anna's thoroughly erect clitoris.  The sensitive little
shaft had risen half out of its surrounding tissues, maddened by the
promise of immediate pleasure.  Taking his rock-hard penis in the
fingers of one hand, Jack drew it slowly up the inside of Anna's velvet-
skinned thigh, heading inexorably toward her waiting pussy-slit.  She
moaned in delighted expectation, waiting for the bliss-filled moment
when he would ram his hot hardness up into her achingly hungry hole.

"Oh, please, baby, oh, please ... don't make me wait," she begged
piteously.  Her insides cried out in need.  God, I haven't really wanted
to fuck a man since Max moved me in here, she thought in amazement,
realizing how sex-starved her body had become, never quite satisfied by
Max's brutal maulings.  She had no particular affection for Jack, but
his handsome young body and the fact that he could be so easily led into
ways of giving her the pleasure she craved reawakened the passionate
young woman to levels of excitement she had forgotten could exist.

But Jack had his own ideas.  Instead of immediately filling her cunt
with his rampant manhood, he instead guided the bloated tip just inside
Anna's blood-gorged slit, sliding it slowly up and down the burning hot
trench, watching in fascination as the tender tissues seemed to swell
and quiver under the stimulating touch of his rubbery cock-head.

"Oooohhh," Anna moaned.  "Now ... now!" she urged.  But Jack continued
to slither his swollen purple knob up and down her encrimsoned snatch,
until finally he pressed the very end of it hard against the tightly
straining button of Anna's eagerly waiting clitoris.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" she moaned in ecstasy, and had a short, quick orgasm.  Her
belly muscles hardened and her body jerked spasmodically several times.
Looking down around the bloated shaft of his throbbing cock, Jack could
see the opening of her vagina open and close, open and close, while a
flood of her orgasmic juices were expelled to run in a slippery torrent
down into the cleft of her ass.  Moving quickly, Jack slid his cock
lower, soaking the tip in the hot wet flow, rubbing the slick lubricants
all over the shaft, getting ready for the final invasion of Anna's
nakedly exposed loins.

*    *    *

Would you look at that hitch go! Max Flaherty marveled, staring
unbelievingly at the ecstatically writhing Anna.  She's been holding
back on me.  Either that or that young shit-head is better with his cock
than I thought he'd be.  From his hiding place in the attic, Max
carefully lined up the lens of his camera and began to shoot.  He had
made a small observation hole in one corner of the ceiling, just big
enough to take pictures through.  He figured that Jack would be too busy
with Anna to notice.  And what did it matter now?  He already had enough
pictures to hang the young jerk.

Christ, wait'll his wife sees these! he exulted, pressing the shutter
release again.  I'll be in those tight little pants in no time.  Just
thinking about how the madly writhing couple below were going to make
his assault on Pam's virtue possible was enough to start Max's big cock
hardening.  Lying on his belly, he pressed his loins down hard against
the floor, grinding his pleasantly aching member against his body,
imagining how Pam would look, naked before him, her cunt spread wide
open the way Anna's was now.  God, when is he going to shove it in? Max
wondered, watching Jack continue to slither his ever-swelling cock up
and down Anna's achingly needful cunt-slit.

Anna was wondering the same thing.  Her hips churned restlessly on the
chair, fruitlessly trying to entrap Jack's tantalizingly near cock into
her expectant vagina.  Reaching forward, she sank her fingers into his
buttocks, trying to steady his motion.

"Oh, please," she begged.  "No more ... no more of what you're doing.
For Christ's sake put your cock into me!  Shove it into my cunt ... ram
it up into me and for God's sake ... FUCK ME!"

Jack smiled down at the wildly pleading woman, realizing how the tables
had turned.  For days he had been trying to get this lovely, enigmatic
woman to fuck him, but now it was her who was lying beneath him, naked,
her genitals obscenely displayed, ready for his hard potent cock,
begging him to fuck her. He enjoyed making her wait, but by now his
achingly hard penis was demanding to be buried in the quivering female
flesh before it.

"Okay, baby," he rasped, "but you put it in."  He waited expectantly as
she quickly groped for his loins, and his breath sucked in suddenly as
he felt her cool slender fingers wrap tightly around his swollen shaft.
He watched, entranced, as Anna desperately fumbled with the mighty organ
she held in her hand, guiding it closer to her needing cunt.  The sight
of her strong yet thoroughly feminine body spread out below him added
further dimensions to his passion.  She looked up at him hungrily, her
lips half-parted, nostrils flared, eyes shining eagerly behind her thick
dark lashes.  Yes, she was ready now, he thought, completely animal,
eager to accept anything he wanted to do to her with his cock.  If only
Pam were this way, he thought bitterly, I wouldn't have to be here now,
fucking another woman!  He almost laughed at himself.  What bullshit!
Hell, no matter how much of a tiger Pam might become, Anna was a whole
new ballgame.  He knew now that tonight was to be only the first of many
such nights.  There was a wild, mysterious sexuality in Anna that made
his blood boil out of control.  He would have to fuck her again, and
again ... and again.

With a grateful sigh, Anna finally inserted the mushroom-shaped head of
his cock into the opening of her vagina.  He watched, entranced, as the
bulbous head, slippery with her juices, popped just up inside the
muscular opening.  It welcomed him eagerly, flowering open in
invitation.

"Now, now, now!" Anna chanted, moving her hands around behind his back,
digging her fingernails into his buttocks, trying to pull his loins into
hers.  Jack took the hint.  With a grunt he slammed his hips suddenly
forward, ramming his cock to the hilt up into Anna's waiting body.

"Unnnoggghhhhh," she grunted in response, the breath knocked from her by
the violence of Jack's entry, her vagina suddenly filled with hard, hot,
male flesh, stretching her insides with unexpected swiftness.  She felt
as if someone had rammed a thick, spongy tree-trunk up into her
shuddering belly.  It hurt, but she loved it.

"Don't stop, don't stop," she cried eagerly.  "Do it again!"

Paralyzed by the first blinding delight of having his pussy-starved cock
surrounded by hot cuntal flesh, Jack wasn't able to respond for a
moment.  He held his throbbing staff in all the way, feeling his pelvis
flattened against Anna's cushiony pussy lips, her silky thighs pressing
hard against his ribs.  God, it's been worth the wait! he thought in
exultation, feeling Anna's formerly unavailable body squirming
underneath him as he held her pinned to the chair with his raging
manhood.  Gathering his strength, he pulled his cock almost all the way
back out of her eagerly nibbling vagina, staring down at the slippery
white shaft.  Anna quivered beneath him, desperately awaiting, wanting
him up inside her shuddering belly again, and he obliged, pounding his
hips forward, watching his iron-hard member slither once again up into
her eagerly accepting hole.

From then on, Jack fucked her hard, setting up a steady rhythm with his
hips, lunging time and time again into the wide-open loins of the
moaning woman below him.  Anna writhed in a wild blend of pleasure and
pain as his rampaging organ opened her up more and more, stretching her
tender inner tissues to the breaking point, but it was what she wanted.

"Oh, yes, hurt me, lover," she moaned thickly. "Pound your beautiful
cock right through me ... make me scream ..."

Jack looked down at the beautiful, abandoned, naked woman twisting and
shuddering beneath him.  A powerful exultation filled him as he realized
he had the power to hurt this strong-willed woman.  Before, he had been
a little afraid of her, but now she was at his mercy, begging him for
the pleasure that only a hard male cock could give her.  He rammed his
ever-growing shaft far up inside her tender tissues, watching her face
react, twisting in shock and then softening as her cunt quivered with
masochistic delight.  She's only a woman, after all, he thought in
surprise, begging for a good fucking.  Determined to give her one, he
lengthened his strokes, bracing his arms on the sides of the chair,
rising up on his toes so he could fuck straight down into Anna's
spasming cunt.

Hey, that young punk's giving Anna a real fucking! Max thought with
newfound respect, watching from above as Jack pounded his cock
triumphantly into Anna's pleading form.  I wonder if he does such a good
job with his wife?  Somehow, having studied the cool, timid Pam, he
doubted it.  I think that blonde cunt needs some fucking lessons, and
I'm just the one to give them to her.

Below, Anna had impulsively lifted her legs from the chair arms and
wrapped them tightly around Jack's body, locking her ankles tightly
behind his buttocks, doing her best to draw him deeper into her eagerly
spasming cunt.  Anxious to make his lovely paramour remember this night,
he redoubled his efforts, pounding his huge fleshy cudgel into her
quaking pussy time after time.

Searching for some new way to turn Anna on, Jack slid one hand down
along the inner edge of her thigh, groping into the deep cleft between
her muscularly pumping buttocks.  His fingers slithered through the
slippery passion-juices that had run down from her gushing, cock-filled
pussy.  For a moment he had trouble locating the tightly puckered ring
of her anus, her whole lower region was jerking so in time to his
frenzied thrusts up into her shuddering loins.  But one fingertip caught
in the outer sphincter muscles and held.  He could feel Anna jerk
spasmodically from the additional shock of having her tender nether
regions fondled.  Gritting his teeth, Jack began to worm his finger up
inside the tight little band of muscle that encircled Anna's so-far
unused anus.  Her body fought back for a moment, not ready for this
additional intrusion, but he pushed hard, and with a sudden pop, the end
of his finger slipped up inside the soft sheath of her rectal passage.

Anna grunted in surprise and her body bucked strongly, nearly throwing
Jack off the edge of the chair and onto the floor.  But he hung on,
digging his bare toes into the carpet, straining with all his strength
into the bucking, twitching, moaning mass of female flesh that thrashed
below him.  Bit by bit he worked his groping finger further up inside
Anna's asshole, until he had it buried between her rhythmically
clenching ass-cheeks clear up to the last knuckle.  It was easier after
that, as Anna's inner anal muscles relaxed, and he found he could thrust
his finger in and out of her rectum in time to the wild poundings of his
rampaging cock further up.  And what really excited him was being able
to feel his fast-moving penis with his finger.  Only a thin membrane
separated the two inside Anna's passion-heated body.

Doubly impaled now, Anna went completely out of her mind.  What had at
first been to her only an obnoxious duty to perform for Max had turned
into a wild physical release of such magnitude that she thought she was
going out of her mind.  All the frustrations and strains of the last few
months with Max were pouring out in a monumental release that threatened
to tear her body apart.  She sensed that some of her powerful reaction
had to do with the very innocuousness of Jack---he was a perfect
instrument for her---young, lean, and strong, without at the same time
being able to engage any of her emotions.  She was using him, as he had
intended to use her, to give herself the release of wantonly fucking a
near-stranger, pouring out her frustrated libido in a spasm of automatic
reflex.

Not knowing this, Jack felt that it was all his doing, the results of
his monumental virility, which did have some basis in fact, because if
he had been less active and strong, he would never have been able to
call forth such wild reactions from Anna's ready body.  His ego growing
with every moment, he looked exultantly down at Anna's transformed face.
She had that look that comes only in times of great suffering or great
passion.  Her eyes glittered: blankly, seeing nothing---everything was
inside her.  Her face was swollen and flushed with blood and her darting
tongue licked helplessly over dried, half-open lips. The flush extended
down over her breasts, which were swollen almost half again as large as
before.  The tips of her nipples had softened somewhat, but the whole
colored part was tumescent, standing up in a partial hemisphere over the
quivering white mounds beneath.  Inarticulate cries and moans gushed
from her throat and her hands slapped aimlessly at the chair upholstery.
Jack could tell she was close to a tremendous orgasm.  Her stomach
muscles were slowly tightening as the pressure built inside and he knew
in a moment she would explode into a frenzy that would dwarf the one he
was watching now.  He hoped it was soon, because he couldn't hold off
his own climax much longer.  Already his testicles were drawing further
up into his body, ready to pump out the hot sperm, and his cock had
grown even larger, so large that it ached painfully as it continued its
wild ride inside Anna's hot slippery cuntal sheath.

"Ooohhhhh ... JACK!" she suddenly cried out. "I-I'm going to CUM!  Fuck
me hard ... don't stop ... keep your finger in my asshole!"  Anna felt
as if her entire lower body were on fire, lit by the double entry into
her pelvic area.  Jack's finger in her rectum oddly complemented his
cock slithering wetly in and out of her wonderfully gratified cunt.  She
knew that her orgasm would be the strongest she had experienced in a
long time, and was grateful that Jack had a powerful body.  A smaller
man she might have bucked off, she thought.

Suddenly it hit.  A thrust of Jack's ever-enlarging rod, deeper than the
rest, passed beyond some invisible barrier and she felt as if a great
fire had been started far up inside her cringing belly.  It grew and
grew, burning brighter and brighter, until her whole being was consumed
by it.  She lost track of what was going on outside her suddenly
transformed body, only knew the rocketing bliss in her most secret inner
parts and felt Jack's mighty organ, faithfully digging in deeper and
deeper as her climaxing cunt opened to receive it.

Jack found that he had to pull his finger from Anna's ass after all.
Awestruck, he watched the already wildly passionate young brunette
change into a screaming banshee as her orgasm tore through her strong,
beautiful young body.  He had to hang onto the chair with both hands to
hold her down as she writhed and twisted beneath him.  Her pelvis rose
off the chair to meet his, making it even easier to plunge his
thundering cock to new depths.  Her sleek stomach muscles were drawn
into one iron-hard band as her body convulsed into final release.  But
most of all, he was aware of her inner vaginal muscles, clamping
rhythmically and hungrily around the base of his already near-bursting
cock.

That did it for Jack.  This last obscene realization touched off his own
long-delayed orgasm, and with a deep-throated yell he threw back his
head and held his cock rigidly buried as far up into Anna's convulsing
pussy-sheath as it would go.  He could sense the whole length of his
rock-hard shaft vibrating madly as the hot sperm raced up from his
balls, ready to spray unendingly into Anna's sperm-hungry body.

With the last of her strength, Anna sensed his hot seminal load gushing
into her cunt, and pressing her heels hard into his backside, she
strained his shuddering loins to hers.  The joyful realization that he
was filling her hot needing cunt with his male seed touched off another
orgasm in Anna, a shorter one this time, but her vaginal muscles worked
even more strenuously, guided in part by her conscious volition, milking
the hot wet cum from Jack's madly spouting organ.

They strained together for over a minute, trying to get the most out of
each other's sweat-slippery, quivering bodies.  As the last of his
burning load shot deep up into Anna's womb, he looked down fascinated by
the way her rippling cunt-muscles shot their combined juices back out
around the hairy base of his nearly exhausted penis, coating his thighs,
and running down into the hot pink cleft between her buttocks to drip
wetly onto the soaking upholstery below.

With one last wild cry, Jack knew that his climax was over, and
collapsed heavily forward onto Anna's exhausted body.  She still moved
below him, her hips twitching involuntarily from time to time as the
last of her orgasms died away slowly.  Their breaths rasped loud in the
half-darkened room for several minutes, until finally they were able to
bring their lungs under control.

They both felt Jack's depleted organ shrinking in side Anna's still
gently working vagina, each of them with different emotions.  Jack was
sorry that it was over and at the same time exhalted.  I've done it! he
thought gleefully, believing that now Anna was his.  She'd succumbed to
his advances and he had no doubt, after the performance he'd put on that
she would be his for the asking for as long as he wanted her.  Maybe
time enough for there to be some kind of change in his partially frigid
wife.

For her part, Anna was grateful for the admittedly fine fucking she'd
received from Jack, but to her it could have been anybody who could get
it up for long enough and stay with her wild responses.  She didn't like
Jack very much, disgusted with him for the way he treated his wife, with
whom she felt a close bond.  She didn't feel guilty about having tucked
her friend's husband---her mind didn't work that way.  Sex to her was a
great universal reservoir from whom anyone might drink---nobody
necessarily owned another's genitals.  Loyalty and help in time of need
were the parameters of her idea of fidelity, not who fucked who.  Yes,
she'd gotten what she needed from someone whom Max had ordered her to
fuck anyhow, and her main reaction was pleasure from the terrific
fucking she'd just had.  She didn't know that Max was up in the attic
filming them---she thought he would just question her later on what kind
of lover Jack had been, and then put pressure on the young man to make
his wife available.  But she had already seen how poorly that had worked
tonight when J.B. had tried to move in on Pam.  She doubted that Max
would have any better luck.  As far as she was concerned, it was over.

"Hey, you're heavy," she complained to Jack who was learning on her, his
mouth roaming idly over her still-sensitive breasts.

"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago," he said smugly.

"An elephant wouldn't have been too heavy then, as long as it had a cock
that would fit inside me," she answered.

"I'll bet that hot cunt of yours could take anything," Jack said
admiringly, slowly moving back from her body, staring wistfully at the
pussy he'd just spent the past half-hour in.  Anna's legs were still
held wide apart, and her vagina, stretched and wide open from the
powerful thrusts of his cock, still slowly seeped their combined
orgasmic fluids.

"This hot cunt of mine could take a little sleep," Anna said.  "Time for
you to go home and crawl in bed with your little wife.  Remember her?"

Jack flushed under her prodding.  Somehow the aftermath of making love
to Anna wasn't working out quite as he'd expected.  From her reactions
before and during their wild fuck, he'd expected her to melt gratefully
into his arms afterwards.  But instead she was yawning and getting up
from the chair.  Her former manner of cool insolence was returning.

"Hey," he said, annoyed.  "What kind of brush-off is this?  The night is
young yet.  Didn't you like the way I fucked you?"

Anna looked at him quizzically.  "You did a good job, sonny-boy.  But
did you think I was going to give you the keys to my life because your
cock gets hard?  If I want anymore, I'll send for you."  Anna was taking
a perverse pleasure in telling Jack off.  After the way she had been
maltreated by Max for months, and watching Jack tonight as he
unfeelingly let his wife be humiliated, she wasn't feeling very friendly
to men at all.  For once in her life, she'd like to be able to say,
"Wham, team, thank you, Sam."

Jack picked up his clothes in a rage, his ego lying in tatters about
him.  "You know how to spell 'whore', baby?"

"Yeh," she said acidly, "s-u-c-k-e-r.  A whore is a dumb cunt who lets
herself get used.  Now, why don't you go home peaceably.  Why ruin a
good fuck?  We had a good time but let's not make something out of it
that's not there.  I promise you, if I need it again, you'll be one of
the first I'll call."  Anna added this mollifying statement, realizing
she was taking a lot of things out on Jack that weren't his fault.  But
now she wanted to be alone, to enjoy the satiated throbbing in her
genitals all by herself.

*    *    *

Jack had struggled into his clothes.  He headed for the door without
saying another word, hurt and confused.

"You'd better take a shower before you climb in bed with Pam," Anna
called after him.  "You smell like hot pussy.  And, oh," she added, "I
won't be into work on Monday ... I quit."  Maybe that'll keep him closer
to his wife from now on, she thought absent-mindedly as the door closed
after him.  But maybe I was too hard on him.  She began to feel a little
guilty.  After all, she had been the one who had sallied forth to seduce
him, even if he had been a willing victim.  She was heading toward the
shower, vaguely promising herself that she would do something to make it
up to him later, when she heard a sudden sound behind her.  Startled,
she whirled, and was barely able to stifle a scream as she saw a naked
man standing in the hall doorway.

It was Max!

He stood leering at her, massaging his heavy, already swollen penis.

"Pretty good show you put on with junior," he rasped out.  "But you're
not going to bed yet.  Let's see how you do with me."

Anna thought she was going to be sick as he slowly approached her.

Chapter 4

Pam Hollister knelt down and dug her hands into the soft loamy soil
around the rosebush, delighting in its rich, earthy feel.  It was a
beautiful day.  Wearing her white shorts and halter, she was out in the
front yard, working in the garden.

This is what 1 wanted a house of my own for, she thought happily.  Pam
had a natural green thumb and thrived in the out-of-doors, planting,
tending, and harvesting plants.  Roses were her chief delight, and that
was one of the reasons she had fallen so much in love with this house
when she'd first seen it.  Each side of the front walk was planted with
long rows of tall, beautiful rosebushes.  They had suffered somewhat
from lack of care while the house had stood empty, waiting for them to
move in, but now Pam was making it up to them ... pruning, watering,
fertilizing, and, in general, making life pleasant for the roses.

Maybe Jack wasn't so wrong, she mused half-guiltily as she leaned
forward, on her knees, loosening the earth around the roots of one
particularly beautiful plant.  Maybe you have to make some sacrifices in
order to have good things.

Like the house, for instance.  Pam realized that it was expensive and
that they could never have afforded it if Jack hadn't been making so
much money at work.  Pam knew she'd never agree to some of the things
that Jack thought he had to do to make his job secure, but it certainly
didn't help matters any for her to offer nothing but negative comments.
Maybe she should have put up with a little more from J.B. the night of
the office party.  No, I could never do that! she thought, shuddering a
little as she remembered the old man's slimy touch on her naked
shoulder.  I have to draw a line somewhere!  Maybe there were ways she
could be of help to Jack, in his struggle to get ahead.

Pam felt a rush of affection for her husband.  He's been so sweet since
the party, she thought happily.  It had been over a week since that
unpleasant night.  After she'd gone home early, she waited with dread
for Jack to come in.  She'd expected him to be angry with her, accusing
her of ruining his chances for advancement, berating her with his usual
charges of prudery and self-conceit.  But he'd been strangely subdued
when he'd come home, almost contrite.  He took a shower, claiming that
someone had spilled a drink on him at the party, but when Pam looked
later, she had been unable to find any stains on his clothes.  She
finally decided that perhaps he'd just wanted to clear his head and
freshen up.  He's been a doll since then, she thought gratefully.

The house was in good order now, everything in its place, and Pam was
fitting into it like a bird into its nest.  Yes, it's time I backed Jack
up in his efforts to give me things like this, she thought resolutely.

And it was time she did something more positive about that other matter
too.  Pam couldn't help blushing as she thought over her efforts to
liberate herself sexually, starting more than a week before with that
wild masturbation session in the bathtub.  There had been other similar
experiences following it, and Pam thought she was making some progress,
but not enough.  Though she was able to let go more when there was no
one there but herself, she could still sense a blank brick wall somehow
blocking her full sexual release.  And what will it do for Jack if I
just learn to make love to myself, anyhow? she wondered.  Maybe I'd
better go try to find some kind of kelp.  Pam had been reading about
some of the successes women like her had had with the new breed of sex
therapists.  She'd even read about doctors who provided male stand-
ins---sex surrogates---to their women patients.  I imagine Jack would
think that was going a little too far, she thought almost giggling to
herself.  But something would have to be done, and soon.  She and Jack
hadn't made love since that dreadful morning almost ten days ago.  Let s
face it, old girl, she told herself, you're getting horny.  And what
about Jack?  He must be the same way.  If she didn't watch out, he might
be forced to turn to other women!

As she bent over her rose bushes, lost in her private thoughts, Pam
didn't notice a man approaching---Max Flaherty.  Christ, look at that
ass! he thought excitedly, staring at the way Pam's tight shorts
stretched tautly over the crouching girl's well-rounded buttocks. I bet
I'll have a handful of it within a half-hour!  He was standing right
behind Pam before she realized it.  Sensing that she wasn't alone, she
glanced back and saw his feet, within a yard of her.

"Oh!" she gasped, spinning around on her knees.

"Take it easy," he grinned down at her.  "It's just old Max, your
neighbor."

"You ... you startled me," Pam said nervously.  She was still crouching
on the ground.  Seeing Max staring intently down at her, she wondered
for a moment what he was looking at, and then she remembered that she
hadn't worn a bra under her halter-top that morning---the day was so
warm---and he could undoubtedly see a lot more of her than she wanted
him to.

Max thought the same thing as he stared hungrily down at Pam's half-
naked breasts.  The thin halter-top had fallen away from her body a
little as she spun around, and at the moment he could see almost the
whole of one large shapely breast.  He wasn't sure, but thought his view
extended right out to the edge on one pale-pink nipple.  But the
tantalizing glimpse of Pam's lush bosom was cut off as she quickly got
to her feet, self-consciously pressing one hand to her breast.

What does he want here? she thought.  Pam had never liked Max, and this
was the first time she'd ever been alone with the big man, and she
didn't like it, even if it was out there in the open.

"What can I do for you, Mr. Flaherty?" she asked, attempting to be
polite.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll think of something in a few minutes," he answered.

What a fanny thing to say, Pam thought, a little on her guard.  "How's
your niece Anna?" she asked, looking for safe conversational subjects.

"Guess your old man hasn't had the guts to tell you, huh?"

"W-What?" Pam gasped out, trying to make sense out of Max's deliberately
upsetting words.

"Oh, come on now.  You don't expect me to believe you didn't know what
was going on?"

"I-I ... don't know what you mean," Pam stammered, wondering if this
awful man's cryptic words were genuinely hinting at what they seemed to
be hinting at.

"My niece ... Anna!  He fucked her the night of the office party!"

Pam started to speak but no sound came out for a moment.  She didn't
want to believe Max, but suddenly she knew why Jack had taken that
shower when he came home from the party.  "You ... you get out of here!"
she managed to gasp at Max.  "Stop saying such horrible things."

"Oh, isn't that sweet," Max sneered.  "The faithful wife, ready to
believe in her hubby till the bitter end.  Well, baby, I just came over
here to give you a little advance warning before the shit hits the fan."

"What do you mean?" Pam asked, sensing the threat in Max's heavy voice.

"I mean I'm pissed off that your punk husband has been dipping it into
Anna.  She's my meat, and I'm gonna bust up his little game.  When I get
finished with him, he'll wish he'd been born a eunuch!"

"You're not going to ..."

"Beat him up?  Hell, no, I'm going to do a lot worse than that.  I'm on
my way down to see his boss and tell him what kind of a man he has
working for him."

"No!" Pam cried, seizing his arm.  "Y-You can't do that!  It would mean
his job!"

"That's just what I figure, baby.  From what Anna tells me, that job is
his whole life.  Well, I'm going to take it away from him!"

"They'll never believe you at the office," Pam exclaimed.  "I-I don't
believe you myself."

"Oh, don't you, baby?  Well, they'll believe me down there, because I
got the whole damned thing down on film."  He half-lifted a large thick
envelope out of his pocket and then let it slide back down inside.

Pam's head was spinning dizzily.  A few minutes before, she'd been
happily tending her roses, and now her whole world was crashing down
around her head.  Jack?  Anna?  He's been unfaithful to me! the young
housewife thought in agony.  Almost as painful as Jack's betrayal was
her disappointment in Anna.  She had felt a genuine liking for the older
woman, and had hoped they could become friends.  That was hardly
possible now.  And what was that Max was saying?  That he was going to
ruin Jack at the office?

Pam tried to get her emotions back under control.  Every wife has to
face this possibility, she thought desperately.  Jack had been
unfaithful to her, that was bad enough, but it was something they might
be able to hammer out together.  But if Max carried through his threat
and went to see J.B ...

That would destroy Jack!

"Wait!" Pam said desperately as Max started to walk away, grinning
triumphantly.  "Please don't do it!"

"Not a chance, baby.  I wanna get even, and these pictures are gonna do
it for me."

"Wait!" she said again, thinking rapidly.  "I-I'll give you a thousand
dollars for those pictures."  Max stopped abruptly.

"You serious ?" he asked thoughtfully, turning around to stare at the
distraught young blonde.

"Yes!" she said, with more determination this time.  "I'll give you good
money for them, if ... they turn out to be what you say they are."

Max looked around carefully, as if afraid of being heard.  "Well, now,
little lady, maybe we might have something to talk about."  He had a
hard time not laughing at the look of sudden relief on Pam's innocent
face.  Oh, you simple little cunt! he thought to himself, but continued
to play the game, looking around again as if he suspected that they were
being observed.  "Yeah, maybe we can do it," he growled, "but not out
here."

"We'll go inside the house," Pam said quickly, and turned to lead the
way, unable to see the look of sudden triumph on Max's heavy face.  She
opened the door, and when the big man had come in, she closed and locked
it after them, having picked up some of his feigned nervousness.  "All
right, let me see them," she said firmly, holding out her hand.

Without a word, smiling, Max reached into his coat pocket and fished out
the envelope, handing it to her.  With trembling fingers, Pam opened the
envelope and pulled out several glossy photographs.  She gasped when she
saw the first one.

It was Jack, naked!  Anna knelt in front of him, her lips pressed
obscenely to the tip of his rigidly erect penis!

She looked at another.  Anna was sprawled lewdly in a chair, her legs
hooked up over the arms, and Jack was approaching, his cock hard and
enormous, heading straight for her wide-open genitals.  In the next one,
he had buried his huge cudgel part-way up inside Anna's vagina, and from
the look of ecstasy on her face, she was enjoying it very much.

Pam felt suddenly sick.  Unable to look at any more of the pictures, she
let several of them fall to the floor from her nerveless fingers.
Gathering her strength, she quickly bent to pick them up.  All right ...
I'll pay you for them.  But I'll have to write you a check."

"Just as long as it doesn't bounce," Max said cheerfully, grabbing the
photographs back.

Pam went into the other room to get her checkbook.  She had already
looked inside the envelope and was relieved to see that the negatives
were included.  She had heard of people who had paid for things like
this---paid blackmail---and then had the negatives held back.  She
quickly wrote a check, realizing she'd have to beat Max to the bank so
she could transfer some money from her savings to her checking account.
It does pay to have money sometimes, she thought as she wrote the word
"thousand" on the check.

Coming back into the living room, Pam handed the check to Max and then
reached for the pictures.

"I don't know about all this," Max said, pulling the envelope back just
out of her reach.

"I've paid you ... give me the envelope!" Pam said, her voice becoming a
little desperate.

"I-I just don't know," Max said.  "This seems too much like, well ...
blackmail.  Do you think this is right?"

"What kind of game are you playing?" Pam asked in desperation.  "We made
a deal.  Give me those pictures!"  She tried to grab the envelope from
Max, but he easily held her off.  My God he's strong! she found herself
thinking.

"No ... I just can't do it," Max said, tearing up the check in front of
Pam's unbelieving eyes.  With horror she watched the tiny pieces of
colored paper drift to the carpet.

There goes Jack's future, she thought, knowing she didn't have the
strength to get the photos away from Max by force.  "Oh, please, don't
use those pictures against my husband," she begged, thoroughly shaken.

"Well, maybe there's another way out," Max said solemnly.

"Oh, please, anything," Pam replied, hope kindling in her again.  "Do
you want cash?"

"Now, you've got me all wrong, Pam.  You may not realize this, but I'm a
religious man.  I read the Bible a lot---that's why I turned down the
money."  Max was intently watching Pam's face, thoroughly enjoying the
fear and apprehension his words were writing across its lovely features.
God, it's ... it's like taking candy from a baby, he thought gleefully.

"Yeah, I read the bible, and I bet you do too.  Remember that part, 'an
eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, or ... a cunt for a cunt!"

Pam gasped out loud as she finally understood what he was driving at.
He wanted to take out Jack's crime on her body!

"I can see from your face you got the idea," Max chuckled.  "Your old
man fucked my woman ... I'm gonna fuck his!"

"Never!" Pam said, horrified at the idea.

"Well, it's that, baby, or these pictures go to your husband's boss."

Pam felt trapped.  It would have been a lot easier for her to refuse and
order Max out of the house if she hadn't already tried to pay him for
the pictures.  Doing that, she had firmly instilled in her mind the
overriding importance of getting control of the evidence that could cost
Jack his beloved job.  If her mind hadn't been so rattled, she might
have remembered that just a few days ago she had felt that the best
thing for Jack would be to get out of the office and away from that evil
old man who was slowly corrupting his ideals.  But, hurt and confused by
the visual evidence of Jack's infidelity, and with a woman she had
thought her friend, and bullied by Max's ominous presence, the
frightened young girl was in no condition for clear, logical thinking.

"I ... I ..." she stammered, trying to find some other way out.

"Good, That means you'll do it!" Max exclaimed triumphantly.

"Nooooo.  I mean ... I don't know ..." Pam said haltingly.

"Well, I ain't got all day," Max shouted, suddenly savage.  "I got an
appointment already with that old bastard.  So make a decision ... now!"

Pam stood, swaying irresolutely.  "I'll do it!" she said suddenly, not
letting her mind dwell on the full meaning of her words.

"Atta girl," Max said with a lewd smile.  "Your husband fucked Anna in
the living room.  You want it here, too?"

"N-No," she said in a weak voice.  "We ... we'll use the bedroom."  She
had decided on that, simply because the bedroom was further away, and
would use up some more time ... put off the horrible or, deal she knew
that lay ahead.  She looked at Max with revulsion, wondering how she was
going to be able to let him touch her body, when she already hat trouble
enough with her husband.  She hated the triumphant leer on his coarse
features as his hungry eyes took in the body he knew would soon be his
to do with as he wanted.

Max was happy.  He'd been successful again in his favorite pastime---
blackmail.  But, where other blackmailers went after money, he went
after pussy.  That was how he'd gotten Anna, and now, he thought, I'm
gonna get to throw it to this gorgeous little blonde bitch!  Max's eyes
sweeped appreciatively over Pam's shrinking figure, as she stood
helplessly before him.  For the past few minutes he had been hungrily
watching the exciting way that her large, full breasts bounced and
jiggled, braless under her skimpy haltertop.  Well, what the hell! he
thought.  Broads that dress that way deserve to be flicked, teasing men
until they think they're gonna shoot off in their pants!

"Okay, baby," he said, shooing her along ahead of him.  "Let's make it
to the bedroom."

Just in an effort to keep her distance as Max came towards her, Pam
found that she had been backed into the bedroom-hers and Jack's!  She
had her arms crossed nervously over her lewdly exposed breasts, as if
she still believed she could protect herself from this huge, grinning
man to whom she'd already promised her body.

"Okay, little lady, are you going to take off those clothes, or shall I
do it for your" Max grated out, obviously eager to get started.  Pam
couldn't move.  It had been a lot easier, there in the other room, to
promise this brute what he wanted.  But to actually take her clothes off
in front of him ...!  Pam just couldn't do it!

"Okay, if that's the way you want it ..." Max said, and he suddenly
lunged toward her.  Pam tried to slip away, but he was surprisingly fast
for so big a man.  His big meaty hand locked on the front of her halter-
top and pulled hard.  Pam was jerked forward when the strong material
refused to tear, but the catch behind gave, and she felt a sudden wave
of cold air over her upper body and found herself standing naked to the
waist, her bare breasts quivering nakedly before Max's leering gaze.

Too stunned to even think of covering herself, Pam found herself
panting.  At first she thought it was from fear, but bit by bit the
stunning realization came to her that it was something else entirely.

She was sexually excited.

With amazed disbelief, the raggedly breathing young girl felt a hot
trembling need building up in her belly, and looking down, she saw that
her nipples were rapidly hardening, not from the cool air that played
over their tender pink surfaces, but from passion!

What's the matter with me? her mind screamed, but her body already knew.

She wanted to he raped!

Almost as in a dream, Pam felt a strange metamorphosis taking place
somewhere deep in her psyche.  That unbreakable stone wall that had
always stood between her and full sexual release was slowly crumbling,
as she stood there, helpless and partially naked before a brute of a man
who intended to use her body for his own pleasure whether she wanted him
to or not.  Hating herself every moment, Pam felt the last of her
defenses crumble.  She was helpless to move, and stood docilely while
Max quickly stripped her white shorts and underpants from her quivering
body.  She was naked before him, this near-stranger, but instead of
shame, she felt instead a warm trickle from her vagina that told her
that her passion juices were flowing freely, readying her body for what
she knew was going to happen to her, and worst of all, wanting it to
happen.

"Hey, what's the matter with you?" Max asked suspiciously.  He stepped
forward and took a closer look at Pam that told him all.  She was
breathing heavily.  Her eyes were shining strangely, her face was
flushed.  He might still have been able to pass it off as fear, but for
one thing ...

The musky odor of a thoroughly aroused woman, emanating strongly from
her shapely loins.

"Well, I'll be Goddamned," Max said in a hushed voice, hardly able to
believe what was happening.  He stared at the lovely young woman
standing nakedly before him, at her large, swelling, tip-tilted breasts,
her tiny virginal pink nipples hardly visible at the tips, blending in
with the creamy smoothness of the luscious twin orbs.  His gaze
flickered lower, over her visibly shivering belly, and then down to the
sparse triangle of silky blonde pubic hair that barely covered the full
fleshy lips of her cunt.  Her legs were slightly parted, and he could
clearly make out where her vaginal juices were already slightly
darkening her golden pussy-fur.

Christ, she's gorgeous! he thought in stunned awe.  And she wants me to
fuck her!  Not wanting to waste another moment, Max began to struggle
out of his clothes.  His cock was already hardening, and he had trouble
working his shorts over the stiffening shaft, but in a very few seconds
he was standing completely naked before Pam, his huge penis jerking
higher with every heartbeat.

My God, it's big! she thought in awe as she stared, hypnotized, at his
immense rod of flesh.  So much bigger than Jack's.  How can a woman take
a thing like that inside her without being split in two? she wondered in
sudden fear.  She felt covered with guilt as she stood there, naked
before this near-stranger, her body crying out to be taken by him, and
used in any way he saw fit.  Unable to understand why she felt this way,
Pam was unable to effectively battle it.  All her life, in ways both
subtle and obvious, she had been taught that sex was dirty, an evil act
that carried pain and suffering with it.  That had always been in the
back of her mind when she would make love to Jack, and her brief
experience with the young sailor had only served to strengthen those
feelings.  Every time she gave herself willingly to Jack, a dark, hidden
part of her mind had screamed guilt at her.  Instinctively she had
pulled a portion of herself back from the act, as if this somehow
diminished her responsibility.

But now it was different.  There was no question of her going willingly
into this act.  She was being forced!  Freed of the guilt of willfully
choosing what her soul believed to be inescapably evil.  Pam was
suddenly freed from her obsession, and her body, long starved of the
natural reactions of love, was reacting powerfully.  Oh, God, rape me!
Rape me! it was crying, and her mind could no longer turn off its
burning need.  Pam had no conscious knowledge of all this.  All she knew
was that her senses were totally aflame.  With a mixture of horror and
hungry desire, she watched Max approaching nearer and nearer.  Her loins
burst into flame as she watched his blunt fingers working over the end
of his mammoth organ, lewdly pulling back the thick rubbery foreskin to
reveal the bloated purplish head beneath.

"Bet you never saw anything like this before," he gloated and Pam had to
admit to herself that she never had.  Jack's penis was big, but compared
to Max's enormous weapon, it looked friendly and harmless.

"P-Please ..." she managed to gasp out, not sure herself what she was
begging for.

"You bet, baby," Max leered, interpreting it his own way.  Striding
quickly up to Pam, he seized her trembling nude body in his powerful
arms and crushed his lips to hers in a crude, wet kiss.  Pam was aware
of his thick hot tongue invading the inside of her cotton-dry mouth, but
even more aware of his enormous cock, pressing painfully into her soft
belly.  Her legs turned to water and she went limp in her ravisher's
arms.

"Too much for you, huh, baby?" Max grunted, keeping her from falling.
Half-picking her up, he carried her over to the big double bed and
dumped her unceremoniously on the bedspread with her torso-well up on
the mattress, but her long shapely legs dangling over the edge.  Pam was
aware that her thighs were spread shamelessly opens baring her seething
genitals to Max's fascinated gaze, but she felt too weak to move.

Almost reverently, Max knelt between the panting young blonde's lewdly
spread legs, his gaze never leaving her nakedly displayed cuntal slit.
The soft blonde pubic hair formed a thin golden screen over the
quivering pink flesh beneath, and reaching forward he slowly pushed the
soft tendrils out of the way.  Christ, what a cunt! he thought with
enthusiasm, his hungry eyes drinking in Pam's glistening inner slit,
gleaming wetly behind the outer protection of her full fleshy pussy
lips.  Got to touch it.

His thick fingers reached forward again, fondling Pam's half-hidden
genitals.  She shivered as she felt his hands on her most secret parts,
knowing she should resist, do her utmost to stop this man from taking
what by right should belong only to her husband.  She felt her legs
twitch in reaction as Max's groping fingers titillated her obscenely
responding cuntal flesh.

I wise he'd get it over with, her mind screamed silently, driven by her
body's hunger.  Her vagina throbbed wildly, begging for something to
fill its aching void, wondering why Max was taking so long to shove his
rummaging fingers up inside the hot needing hole.

But Max had other ideas.  Placing a thumb on each fat, lightly furred
pussy lip, he slowly drew them apart, completely revealing the
glistening pink trench below.  God, what a cunt! he enthused again, his
eyes roving up and down the moisture-gleaming slit, studying the slowly
palpitating opening to Pam's obviously eager vagina, then looking up
slowly to her tiny knobbed clitoris, one of the smallest and most
tender-looking he'd ever seen.

A man'd he crazy to just go ahead and fuck a tender little pie like
that, he thought in awe.  It looks sweet enough to eat!  And unable to
hold himself back any longer, he suddenly buried his head far up between
Pam's helplessly spread thighs, slithering his hot wet tongue as far up
into her dripping pussy-slit, as far as it would go.

Pam's whole body jerked in wild reaction.  Horrified, frightened, she
stared down unbelievingly at the bristly, graying, crew-cut head
protruding so obscenely from between her futilely kicking legs.  Max was
gripping her thighs with his powerful hands, his stubby fingers digging
cruelly into the soft white flesh, holding her a prisoner on the bed
while his sucking mouth ravished her outraged tender genitals.

Ooahhhhh ... no ... no ... no ...! her tortured mind screamed,
remembering how she had rebelled when Jack attempted to do the same
thing to her.  But now it was different.  The struggling young wife knew
that there would be no way to get Max to stop this unspeakable act.  He
would laugh at her if she begged him not to, and he was clearly too
strong a man for her to be able to throw him off her violated body.

Then something snapped in the writhing girl's mind.  Perhaps the
realization that there was nothing at all she could do to stop the
shameful act that Max was performing on her vainly resisting body, for
the first time in her life gave her the freedom to just lie there and
let it happen.  With a hopeless sob, she let her head fall limply back
on the bed, and her body went slack, no longer fighting.

And to her amazement, what Max was doing to her began to feel good!  It
began slowly at first, with her tired mind aware only of the hot wetness
of Max's slavering mouth against her defenselessly open cunt.  Then he
suddenly stabbed the tip of his hot lingual muscle against the cowering
tip of her clitoris, and Pam felt as if the tiny little button were a
switch that suddenly flooded her loins with a blindingly hot burst of
electricity.

"Uunngghhhhh," she grunted helplessly, her entire body shuddering in
response.  Her eyes opening wide in amazement, Pam lay gasping on the
bed, trying to get her breath back, when Max did it again, and this time
Pam's back arched off the bed with the shock of his lingual caress.  She
was afraid to make a sound, afraid to speak, holding rigidly still,
waiting for the next bolt of white hot bliss to shoot through her
suddenly receptive loins.  My God! she thought in awe, what have I been
missing?  She found out, as Max, becoming aware of Pam's reactions above
him, went to work with a will, madly running his tongue around and
around her rapidly hardening clitoris, delighting in the hot musky taste
of her suddenly responding pussy.

"Oooooohhhhhhhh," Pam moaned, unable to keep silent a moment longer.
With a shock, she found that her body was beginning to move on its own.
Slowly her hips started to make tentative movements up toward Max's
hotly ravening mouth, revolving in little half-circles.  Max guided her
with his hands, clutching her firmly by the thighs, pulling her dripping
snatch tighter against his bristly face.

I shouldn't be doing this! Pam said desperately to herself, trying to
fight down the wild sensations that Max was licking into her suddenly
abandoned young body.  But, my God, it feels sooooo good!  Realizing
there was nothing she could do to stop Max, anyway, Pam gave up the
fight, and for the first time in her life, her body was suddenly left
alone with the promise of total pleasure.  Her hips suddenly snapped to
his delightfully licking mouth.  Max grunted in surprise, afraid for a
moment that she had snapped something in his neck with her unexpected
lunge.  But quickly realizing that Pam had surrendered, that she was now
totally his to do with as he wanted, the big man grinned lewdly,
momentarily taking his mouth from Pam's twitching loins.

"Oh, Christ, don't stop!" she suddenly cried out, feeling a cold wash of
air over her deserted cunt.  "Keep licking, keep licking!"

"You bet, baby," Max said with a chuckle, and once again dived head-
first into Pimps quaking cunt.  This time he circled her tenderly
shuddering clitoris with his lips and began to suck, nipping at the
tender bud with his teeth.  Pam went out of her mind, all pretense gone
now.  Her stomach muscles writhed and rippled under her velvety skin, as
her hips twisted and bucked under Max's expert mouthing.  Her long sleek
legs thrust straight out, waving wildly in the air, her toes clenching
spasmodically.  Max looked up, still sucking, trying to see his willing
young victim's face, catching glimpses of it between her voluptuous
breasts, which thrust up from her slender torso like rose-capped snowy
mountain peaks from his vantage point down between her tightly tensed
thighs.  Wanting to possess those superb breasts, Max reached up with
both hands, sinking his fingers into the twin white mounds, feeling the
soft resilient flesh give under his harsh touch.  Cruelly he tweaked the
budding nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making Pam moan with
blissful pain.

God, this hot little hitch is going to drown me, Max thought as the hot
pussy juices flowed thickly out of Pam's madly excited vagina.  Wanting
to taste the spicy current, Max moved his mouth lower down Pam's hot
slippery slit, forming his tongue into a sharp-pointed spear and
thrusting it far up inside her wets slick inner tunnel.

"Uuuunnnnnnhhhhhh," Pam moaned above, and she instantly started to
climax.  Her slender white thighs damped desperately around Max's
obscenely buried head, holding it tight against her spasming cunt.
Struggling for air, Max was acutely aware of Pam's vagina, flowering
open, rhythmically clamping around his thrusting tongue, trying to draw
it up inside the hotly pulsing tube.  He struggled to break free, unable
to breathe, but Pam's passion-maddened legs were too strong, holding him
in a death-grip.  At last Max was able to work his nose free of the
moaning girl's slippery pink cunt-flesh and he gratefully drew in big
lung-fulls of air.  Pam was off on her own now, her beautiful nude body
rocking and twisting on the disordered bedspread, her long slender
fingers plucking desperately at Max's short hair, trying to get a grip
and hold him in tight to her gushing loins.  She was in the middle of
the most powerful orgasm she'd ever experienced, flying high, her body
and mind finally free of the crippling inhibitions that had muted her
sexual response all her life.  She felt as if a powerful explosive had
gone off inside her, somewhere far up inside her normally tightly
clenched belly, smashing through a wall of fear and guilt, destroying it
forever.  She would have never permitted herself to let go this much
with Jack, not up to now, but with Max it was different.  He could never
really reach the deeper parts of her psyche, and free of the threat of
involvement, the seemingly frigid young woman had at last been able to
eradicate her inhibitions.

She was FREE!

Pam groggily came out of the last throes of her mind-shattering orgasm,
surprised to feel, although it was over, that she was still floating
ever so high.  The powerful spasm of release had lifted her to the
heights, and her body wasn't ready to come down yet.

"Oh, God!" she begged.  "Please ... for God's sake ... put your cock in
my cunt and fuck me with it!"  Pam could hardly believe that these lewd
and shameful words were being uttered by her, and that even worse, she
meant them!  But there was no denying that her pussy was on fire,
burning with need, merely tantalized by Max's tongue, which had
slithered a little way up inside.  No, that hotly throbbing tunnel
needed more, she knew.  It needed a man's hard, ready cock!

Max stared down at the moaning, begging, pleading girl with awe.  He had
risen to his feet, his face shining lewdly with her copious orgasmic
juices and was staring unbelievingly down at the totally abandoned young
wife as she writhed in need and desire on the bed, shamelessly opening
her long, shapely legs to him.  God, I knew she had a hot streak buried
somewhere in her, but this Is unbelievable! The first time he'd met Pam,
Max had detected the hidden fires that smoldered under her meek,
inhibited manner, and he had vowed to bring it to the surface---for his
own pleasure.  But the speed with which the quiet, timid housewife had
changed into the wild wanton thrashing below him on the bed, begging him
to fill her needfully seething belly with his hard, throbbing cock,
amazed even the experienced, cynical Max.

"Okay, cunt," he crowed in triumph, "I got just what you want here," and
seizing his swollen organ in his hand, he advanced on the bed,
brandishing it like a weapon.

"Oh, yes," Pam moaned in happy expectation, watching the big shaft being
mauled and squeezed between Max's eager fingers.  "Put it in me ... fill
my cunt with it ... fuck me until I howl!"

Yes, that would do it! Pam thought excitedly.  God, how I need it!  She
felt like a totally different person, waking up after a long sleep,
finally realizing who she was.  She was sorry that it had to be Max who
had at last tripped the switch that fully turned her body on to the
endless possibilities of sexual pleasure, but she wasn't about to look a
gift horse in the mouth.  There would be plenty of time with Jack later,
and after all, he owed her one, after sleeping with Anna.  She almost
giggled, knowing how surprised he would be when he discovered the change
in her.  I'll eat him alive! she thought with delight.

But right now the most important thing to the heavily breathing girl was
to have her aching cunt filled with that obscenely big rod of Max's.
She kept her eyes on the thick shaft, wondering how it would feel up
inside her hotly seething belly, sliding over the entrance to her wildly
aroused womb.  Well, she'd soon know.

Eagerly Pam scrambled higher up on the bed, bending her knees, holding
them far apart to make herself ready for Max, planting her feet firmly
on the bedspread.  She felt his heavy body slip in between her sensitive
thighs, and then a moment later, the unmistakable feel of his bullet-
shaped cock-head, pressed against her fleshy outer vulva.

Keeping her eyes closed, Pam could pretend it was someone else who was
about to fuck her, but right now the only thing that really mattered was
the hard male penis that was going to fill up her hungry cunt.  She felt
Max wedge the broad tip between her obligingly wet pussy lips and slip
inside the hot wet slit that his mouth had so recently licked delight
into.  That's right, she thought, get it good and wet! as she felt the
spongy knob rub up and down her quivering gash, coating itself with her
slippery pussy juices.  Then it was at the entrance to her eagerly
welcoming vagina, prodding at the strong muscular opening, demanding
admittance.

That was when the truth began to dawn on Pam.  Driven by her passion,
her eyes had been bigger than her cunt.  From the feel of the huge cock-
tip pressing powerfully against her vaginal opening, she knew that there
was going to be trouble.  The pressure increased, and she could sense
the rubbery head of Max's monster cock flatten and change shape.

But it didn't slide up inside, as she had hoped.

Oh, my God, in just too big! she realized with sudden awareness.  It'll
never fit up inside me!  But she knew that it was too late now.  Opening
her eyes in sudden fear, she saw Max looking down at her with insane
lust.  It would be impossible to stop him from plunging his bloated rod
up into her defenseless body ... already he was pushing harder,
stretching the tender opening to her vagina ...

"Stop!  Stop ... it hurts!" Pam suddenly shrieked as a blinding sheet of
pain shot through her agonizingly stretched genitals.  But it was no
use.  With a mindless smile, Max continued the terrible pressure, and
Pam shoved the edge of a pillow in her mouth, biting down hard, trying
to fight the pain.  She felt herself give a little, as her vaginal
muscles stretched to a point she would never have believed possible, and
Max was partly up inside her pain-ravished cunt.

Grinning like an imbecile, Max stared down at the lovely blonde girl
writhing in pain below him.  To him, her agonized struggles were as
exciting as if she had been moaning with pleasure.  He ran his hands
hotly over her iron-hard stomach, the muscles tight as bowstrings as her
body futilely tried to fight off the impalement he knew was inevitable.
He looked greedily down to where his blunt, blood-suffused cock jutted
obscenely from between Pam's full, fleshy cuntal lips, just the head
disappearing up inside her tightly clenched vagina.  He grinned, and
applying more pressure, he saw the huge fleshy shaft slide up inside
another few inches, pulling her outer pussy flesh with it, driving it up
into the shuddering hole that was so vainly resisting him.

Pam desperately reached down and tried to push Max's muscular loins away
from hers, at the same time trying to withdraw her hips down into the
mattress, cringing away from his insistently digging ram.  The pain-
racked girl thought she was going to pass out from the agony of his
iron-cored rod mercilessly invading her impossibly stretched insides,
but she clung to consciousness, afraid of what he might do to her if she
couldn't fight back.

Finally Max could stand it no longer.  His fingers roamed over Pam's
cunt-lips, then reached below where his cock was half-buried in her
tight-stretched body, fondling her agony-tensed ass-cheeks.  He had to
be all the way up inside this gorgeous cunt!

With a grunt, Max flicked his heavy hips forward, sending his painfully
throbbing cock thundering the rest of the way up into Pam's agonized
cunt.

"Aaaaaaggggghhhhh!" she shrieked in agony no longer able to keep herself
under control.  She felt his pubic bone thud against hers, and knew that
at last he couldn't slam himself any further up into her crudely
violated body.

Both Max and Pam held completely silent for several seconds ... he,
because he was temporarily paralyzed by the bliss of finally having his
cock surrounded by Pam's tight vagina; and she, because she was afraid
that if she moved, something would tear inside her.  She was painfully
aware of every inch of Max's mammoth organ up inside her unbelievably
stretched cunt.  She held her breath, drawing her diaphragm up and away
from where Max was filling her lower body.  Then she felt him shift his
weight.

"Please ... please, no more," she begged, knowing that it would do no
good.

"Not a chance, baby," Max grinned down at her.  "You asked me to fuck
you, and that's just what I'm going to do."  More experienced than Pam,
accustomed to ramming his huge organ into futilely squirming female
bodies, he knew that a healthy vagina could get used to almost anything.
"If you stop whining and start trying to relax, you'll be better off,"
he promised her, as he slowly began to rock his body back and forth,
moving his tightly trapped cock in her aching cunt, just a little at a
time, trying to make it as slippery as he could with Pam's inner juices.

She tensed at first, afraid of being hurt, but his words made sense---
and there was nothing she could do to stop him, anyhow.  Willing herself
to relax, Pam was surprised how quickly the agonizing pain turned to
discomfort, and the discomfort to pleasure.  By the time Max was slowly
moving his swollen cock its whole shuddering length in and out of her
relieved vaginal channel, Pam found herself able to make her own first
tentative movements of sexual response.  Experimenting, she daringly
opened herself up to one of Max's powerful thrusts, raising her hips up
off the bed.

"Aaaahhhh," she moaned in delight as the fires once again started to
burn high up between her slowly writhing legs.  She felt the huge
rubbery organ, with its rock-hard core, slowly spread her pussy lips and
slide up the now pleasurably throbbing inner channel, rushing in one
smooth stroke up past the tender opening to her cervix, filling her
churning insides with unbelievable presence.

"Fuck me, you rotten bastard," she snarled.  "Use that Goddamned thing
like you knew what it was for."  Hating Max, and at the same time loving
what he was doing to her powerfully responding body, the last of her
inner restraint disappeared like a puff of smoke.  She made no
pretenses.  Moaning and panting, Pam threw herself wholeheartedly into
their mutual act of lust.  She dug her toes into the mattress and thrust
up hard, half-lifting Max from the bed, grinding her groin tightly
against his, welcoming his hard rod deep up into her hot, gushing body.

Max responded with glee.  Bracing himself on his knees, the big man
lengthened his strokes and began to pound relentlessly into the excited
girl below, knocking the breath from her with each wild lunge.  He could
see her face this time, and eagerly watched the expressions flickering
over its sex-tortured features each time he drove into her wetly
accepting cunt.  She no longer looked like a lady.  Her bright red lips
were drawn back over her perfect teeth in a half-snarl of primitive
desire.  Her eyes glowed deeply behind her long thick lashes, the
normally blue irises almost purple in her passion.  Her head was
twisting wildly from side to side, causing her long blonde hair to whip
about her face and spread over the pillow in a golden flood.

"Fuck, piss, shit!" Pam moaned, a lifetime's accumulation of inhibitions
flooding out of her subconscious mind in a stream of dirty words.  "Fuck
me!  Screw me!  Make me cum!  Shoot your hot jiz right up into my guts!"
she urged.  Turned on by the lewd words coming from the supposedly
innocent girl beneath him, Max felt himself becoming more excited.
Looking down at his enormous cock at it slithered relentlessly in and
out of Pam's now wide-open cunt, he could actually see it grow in size
as his climax neared.  Pam's wet, hair-fringed pussy clung lewdly to his
rampaging shaft, her tender blonde pubic hair sticking to the gleaming
shaft as it started its next plunge, being driven far up inside her
gushing insides as the long thick shaft disappeared far up into her lush
flesh.

Max could tell that Pam was about to cum, too, from the way that her
stomach muscles were tightening, but she seemed to be having trouble.
She struggled wildly, obviously on the brink, and Max helped her over
the edge by suddenly pressing his fist into her lower belly, forcing her
inner parts down onto the deeply thrusting head of his cock.

Pam felt as if she had burst inside.  Wild lights flashed in her brain
in a kaleidoscope of color as her body completely surrendered itself to
her second orgasm.  Her body arched back in a bow, her fingers and toes
curling spasmodically in age-old reflex.  She was gone---totally lost in
an inner world of spinning suns and galaxies, her body twitching and
shuddering under Max's ponderous weight.

In turn, Max's impending ejaculation was touched off by Pam's spasming
cunt, contracting in wave after wave, nibbling hungrily on his
enormously swelling cock.  It was slow in coming, and he felt as if
Pam's pumping body was drawing the sperm right up from his drum-tight
balls.

"Here it comes, bitch!" he roared, feeling the first hot jets spouting
the length of his shuddering rod.  He rammed himself as deep as he could
into Pam's obligingly open body, wanting to fill her tender young belly
with his steaming seed.  In the last throes of her own orgasm, she
thrust her legs high in the air on either side of his body, holding them
straight and trembling as her quivering womb drank up the last of his
passion.  A thick flood of their combined cum gushed back out from where
their loins were obscenely locked, flooding down sweat-slippery bodies
to drip in thick ropes onto the bedspread below.

With one last sobbing gasp, Pam's body arched into the last of her
climax, her cuntal muscles squeezing his depleted cock almost painfully.
Then she collapsed back onto the sperm-soaked bed, gasping for air, her
body completely limp.  Max fell forward, his bristly head pillowing into
her still-swollen breasts as he fought to get his own breath back.  They
were both aware when his shrinking cock slipped wetly from her still-
gently working vagina and trailed down into the crack between her ass-
cheeks.

"Baby, can you ever fuck," Max said to the tired girl.

Pam forced herself to open her eyes and look up into his coarse,
grinning face.  I wish it had been someone else, she thought unhappily,
remembering the way that she had given herself to this brutal man.
Despite the delight that her body had felt, she still resented the way
he had forced her to make love to him.  She knew he wished nothing but
harm to her and Jack.

JACK!

For the first time Pam realized fully what she had done.

She'd been unfaithful with another man!

It didn't matter, she knew, that Jack had done so first.  Husbands were
expected to he unfaithful, but with a woman it was another matter---it
always had been and always would, the distraught young woman thought,
convincing herself of her own wrong-doing.  And the man with whom she
had committed this unforgivable act was still lying on her sex-slippery
body, as if he had a right to be there.

"Get out!" she hissed between her teeth.

"Huh?" Max said with surprise.

"Get out, you filthy beast!  Get out of my house!" she screamed.  The
surprise on Max's face gradually hardened and turned to anger.  Why,
this arrogant young cunt!  He'd turned her on like she'd never been
turned on before, and this was how she was treating him!

"Okay, bitch," he said coldly.  "So you think you're too good for old
Max.  Well, we'll see about that soon enough---some day you'll beg me to
stay, but I know when I'm not wanted."  He stood up, and looked down to
where a long thread of cum was dangling from his now-shrunken cock.
"I'm gonna go home and wash your pussy-smell off me."  He quickly pulled
on his clothes.  "But I'll be back," he snarled at Pam.  "Back to play
some more games with your precious little cunt."  He scooped up the
photos which Pam had left lying on the dresser.

"Wait!" she cried out.  "Those are mine!  You said if I ..."

"The bet's off, baby.  You're gonna have to give old Max what he wants
first, and you're a long way from it.  You just lie here and feel
superior, but I'll be back, and then we'll see what kind of tune you
sing.

Pam had risen half up on her elbows, frightened by Max's wild face.  She
watched him go, taking the pictures with him, and suspected that her
future happiness with Jack was going with him, too.  The bedroom door
slammed after him, and she was alone.  Pam lay there, half-propped up,
remembering the warm feel of the earth around the rose-bush.  Had that
happened this same morning?  It seemed impossible to the stunned young
housewife as she stared down at her blonde pubic hair, matted and sticky
with Max Flaherty's thick congealing cum.

Chapter 5

Disgusted with the sight of her own lust-smeared body, Pam quickly got
up from the bed and headed for the bathroom.  She took a long shower,
slowly relaxing under the steaming jet of water.

Strange, I don't really feel, guilty, she thought as she carefully
examined her conscience.  What bothered her most was the fact that it
was Max who had made love to her, a man she now loathed more than ever.
As for the sex---well ... that was something that time had come due, she
decided.  She sensed from the subtly different way that her body felt
that she had left behind her forever the old days of sexual strain and
frustration.  She had a new possession---her sensuality---and was
grateful for its warm presence.

She had just re-entered the bedroom, slowly drying her nude body, when
she realized that she wasn't alone.  She clutched the towel to her
nakedness, certain that Max had come back to bother her again, but saw
that it was a woman.

Anna!

The two women stood, looking at one another silently for what seemed a
long time to Pam.

"Max told me what happened," Anna finally said.  When Pam made no reply,
she added, "I'm sorry."

"There's no need to be," Pam replied briskly.  How did she get in? she
wondered.  Max must have left the front door open.  Pam found it hard to
look directly at Anna.  She remembered the photographs---Anna's mouth on
Jack's cock, and the look on her face when Jack was fucking her.

"I-It wasn't like you think," Anna said haltingly, which sounded strange
coming from the usually self-assured woman.  "Max told me about the
pictures later.  I didn't know he was there."

"You don't have to tell me any of this," Pam said, her manner strained
and cool.  "I think I understand."

"But you don't!" Anna suddenly cried.  "Max made me do it!"  She moved a
step closer.  "Max told me how he forced you to ... give in to him ...
because he blackmailed you.  Well, he did the same thing to me.  He ...
he has something on me that lets him make me do anything he wants.  I
had to make love to Jack!"

Pam's reserve finally cracked.  Seeing Anna humiliating herself, the
younger woman felt a quick rush of sympathy.  Impulsively she opened her
arms to Anna, but to Pam's surprise, it was she who suddenly broke down,
sobbing bitterly, her head pillowed on the older woman's shoulder.  Her
emotions, shattered by the shocking events of the morning, suddenly fell
in shreds.

Anna led Pam to the bed, patting her on the head and saying soothing
words.  Pam's towel had fallen to the floor and she was totally naked,
but paid no attention to it in her upset mental condition.  Unheeding,
she let Anna help her to stretch out on the stained and rumpled
bedspread, grateful for the way the other girl was sympathetically
stroking her sob-shaken body.

How nice her hands feel, Pam found herself thinking.  Her sobs slowly
diminished, and she looked up with gratitude at her rediscovered friend.

"You just lie there and relax.  You've had one hell of a day," Anna said
quietly.

Glad to have someone to depend on after what she had been through, Pam
closed her eyes and abandoned herself to the delight of Anna's cool
fingers, smoothing her brow.  It seemed very natural when those same
fingers slipped soothingly down her cheeks and onto her throat and
shoulders, kneading away the tension.

"My God, your belly's tense as a board," Anna remarked, and then her
hands were there, applying gentle pressure to the rigid muscles beneath
the velvety skin.  Pam flinched a little, not used to being touched by a
woman, and she became suddenly very aware that she was totally naked,
lying on her back, all her most secret parts bared to Anna's gaze.  But
that's stupid! she thought.  Anna's doing her best to make me feel
better.

That was true.  But at the same time, Anna was becoming increasingly
aware of Pam's nude beauty.  Since the other girl's eyes were closed,
Anna felt free to let her eyes roam unhindered over Pam's classic form.
She paid particular attention to the silky golden triangle of pubic hair
just a few inches below where her hand was slowly massaging Pam's
rapidly softening belly.  I'd like to touch that! she thought, but
didn't dare---not yet.

Instead, a vague plan forming in her mind, she began to stroke higher up
Pam's sleek torso, smoothing the flat of her palms soothingly up the now
gently breathing girl's rib cage.  Stroking higher each time, her
fingertips began to make contact with the base of Pam's pin-nippled
breasts, just a little at first, but in a very few minutes one hand
moved right up and over one of the firm, upthrusting mounds, brushing
the nipple lightly on the way.

Pam's breathing halted, and then let out with a little shudder.  What's
she doing? she thought drowsily.  I should stop her ... but it feels so
good!  What harm can it do? Pam rationalized, taking the brief contact
with her decidedly pleased breast as just another part of the wonderful
caressing massage that Anna was giving her.  So she didn't say anything
when it happened again, nor later, when Anna openly began to rub both of
her rapidly awakening twin mounds.  It wasn't until she realized that
Anna was paying particular attention to her palpitatingly hard nipples
hat Pam's eyes flew open in sudden realization.

"Oh!" Pam exclaimed, looking up into the other woman's eyes.  Her breath
caught in her throat as she saw the look of tender affection on Anna's
face.  Affection, and ... Pam didn't dare think what else might be
there.  "Anna?" she said in confusion.

"Shhhhh," Anna said gently, and by now her hands were once again gliding
lightly up over Pam's throat and shoulders, so what was there to worry
about?  By the time Anna's knowing hands were once again on her breasts,
Pam was past caring.  A gentle warmth suffused her entire, lovingly
stroked body.  Too late she tried to warn herself that her libido was
slipping past the point of no return.  Her belly began to glow with
desire for further stimulation.

And Anna was ready to give it to her!  Though normally preferring men,
Anna was definitely ambidextrous where sex was concerned, and in the
past had made love to several women.  But never to one this lovely, Anna
thought in rising excitement, looking longingly down at her young
friend's flawless body.  Sensing that it was time, will to take a
chance, she let her hands wander lower, over Pam's softly rounded belly,
which now trembled noticeably under her expert touch, and then into the
outskirts of her soft blonde pubic hair.

Pam's breath caught in her throat again, and Anna found herself holding
her breath, too.  Would Pam make her stop?  The younger girl's hands
started to rise up and seize Anna's wrists, but suddenly went limp and
fell back on the bed.

Anna knew she had won.

Not giving the other woman time to think, she quickly slid her energy-
charged fingertips down over Pam's pubic mound, gently parting the puffy
outer lips so that she could reach inside the already moistened pink
slit that hid underneath.  It was only a matter of a few minutes before
Pam's body began to lose control.  Slowly and dreamily her hips began to
pump up against Anna's talented fingers.

What's happening to me? she wondered, but knew, even as she asked the
question.  Her body, completely turned on for the first time less than
an hour ago, was begging for more, and the contrast between Anna's
gentle, affectionate touch and Max's brutal, though exciting mauling,
was a new delight that her previously denied flesh demanded to explore.

Then she felt Anna's wonderful fingers leave her hotly quivering
genitals, and looked up in surprise to see the other woman struggling
out of her clothes.  "W-What?" she started to ask.

"It just seems ... obscene, for me to be dressed right now," Anna
replied, her usually carefully modulated voice slightly out of control.
Pam watched, enthralled, as her friend quickly undressed.  She had seen
few naked women since she had left high school, and had caught glimpses
of some of the bolder girls undressing in the gym.  She herself had
always gone into one of the bathroom stalls to change into her gym
costume like so many others.  Holding her breath, she watched Anna's
heavy, dark-tipped breasts spill free, jiggling excitedly as the lovely
brunette struggled out of her skirt.  Being more slender herself, Pam
was entranced as Anna's more mature, full hips bloomed out of her
lowering skirt and panties, exciting below her oval, satin-skinned
belly.

Like a magnet Pam's eyes were drawn inexorably to Anna's darkly shaded
pubic triangle, so unlike her own.  She caught a glimpse of the pink
gash beneath as Anna's full shapely thighs parted for a moment, and then
the other woman was up on the bed with her, moving close.

"W-What are you going to do?" Pam asked, a bit frightened of the strange
gleam in the other woman's eyes.

"I-I'm going to eat your pussy!" Anna said, her voice catchers in a
suddenly dry throat.  "Pam ..."  There was a plea in the voice.  "Pam
... I want to make you cum ... with my mouth!"

The young blonde could hardly believe her ears.  This is going too far!
her mind warned.  This is LESBIANISM!  But by now, Anna's seducing
fingers were once again trailing fire through Pam's eagerly accepting
pussy slit, prodding her painfully throbbing clitoris and even dipping
slightly up inside her gently working vaginal mouth.  The word "cum" was
what finally won over Pam.  Under Anna's hot touch she could sense the
expert knowledge that would once again raise her to the heights.  Why
not? she thought in final acceptance.  Everything else has happened to
me today!  Why not this?

Eagerly she spread her legs to make room for Anna to get at her suddenly
raging-hot cunt.  But the inexperienced Pam was surprised by the way
that Anna positioned herself.  Facing away from her, Anna straddled
Pam's body, with her head poised ready above Pam's hungrily waiting
snatch, while her own loins were poised directly over Pam's face, her
knees on either side of Pam's golden head.

"Why ...?" Pam started to say' but her breath sucked in sharply as Anna
suddenly blew a stream of warm breath across the moist trembling surface
of her pussy-slit.  My God! Pam thought with awe.  If it feels that good
when she just blows on it, what will ...?

"Uuuunnnnhhhh," she moaned as Anna lowered her head and, snake-like,
darted her tiny pink tongue into the young blonde's red-hot slit.  Pam's
whole body twitched as liquid fire seemed to race through her loins.
Her hips jerked up automatically, trying to press her pleasure-filled
genitals closer to Anna's soft-checked face.

Within a few seconds, Anna had turned the innocent young housewife into
a mass of quaking, shivering, moaning flesh, writhing below her on the
bed while her hot tongue darted here and there inside her wide-open
cunt.  Pam was vaguely aware that Anna was saying something to her, but
the other woman's words were hard to catch, muffled by the close contact
of Pam's wet, slippery snatch.  Then, finally, Anna jerked her mouth
free for a moment and Pam finally understood her.

"God, do me, too!" Anna was begging.  With a shock, Pam realized that
she should have known.  Of course!  That's why Anna had positioned her
own loins in such a way!  Pam found herself staring up at Anna's brown-
furred cunt, just inches away from her own face.  The outer lips were
partially pulled open by the spread position of Anna's soft sleek
thighs, and Pam could see that her companion was excited---glistening
beads of lubricating juice shone like pearls all along the slit of
Anna's warmly trembling cunt ... so close ... and Pam wondered for a
moment if some of the slippery liquid was going to drip down onto her
face.

I've been selfish, she thought.  I should be willing to pay Anna back
for what she's doing to me.  But ... can l?  Pam swallowed nervously as
she stared up at the quivering, wet, hair-fringed slit above, and
remembered how sickened she had been at the thought of Jack's mouth
being pressed to her own seeping cunt.  But now she knew how it felt,
and that somehow changed things.  Surely, the unbelievably good feelings
that came from having someone lick and suck at the pussy must make it
somehow acceptable!  Pam suddenly realized that reason was an
ineffective tool in such matters as Anna's lips suddenly closed around
her erect little clitoris, sucking hard, and nearly brought her off the
bed with delight.

"Oh, Anna," she breathed happily, and without any further hesitation
reached up around Anna's expectantly quivering thighs and parted the
other woman's thick outer pussy-lips.  Glancing quickly up and down the
scarlet, dew-drenched slit, Pam picked her target, and drawing Anna's
gladly accepting loins down to her, buried her beautiful face deep
between her friend's twitching legs, sampling for the first time the
rich taste of fully aroused cunt-flesh!

The two women quivered and panted together on the big bed, their bodies
a tangle of arms, legs, and obscenely displayed buttocks, their moans
bubbling in the depths of one another's hot shuddering pussies,
oblivious to everything but the wild delights of fully shared sex,
unaware that surprised eyes were observing them through the partially
open bedroom window.

It was Max!  After he'd come out of the bathroom at home, he'd been
surprised to find that Anna was gone.  It took him a few minutes, but he
soon enough figured out where she must be.  Cursing, he crossed the
street to Pam's house.  I don't want those two cunts to get together and
start comparing notes, he thought angrily.  His hand was on the front
door when he thought he heard strange sounds coming from the side of the
house---moans, and choked sobs.  Immediately identifying them as the
sounds of a woman's sexual reaction, the big man quickly slipped toward
a half-opened window and, peering cautiously in, saw Pam and Anna in the
middle of their lewd female coupling.

For the love of God ...  Can you beat that! he thought, gleefully
watching the two women twisting together in passion on the bed.  Old Max
sure can pick em.  Those two broads just can't stop!  Feeling his cock
growing in his pants as he eagerly watched the excitingly lewd scene
going on only a few feet away, Max was tempted to break in on the two
women and fuck them both, but then he got a better idea.  Remembering
how Pam had treated him, Max's small pale eyes took on an evil glint as
he began to see the possibilities of completely humiliating her.

Leaving the side of the house, Max quickly went in his own front door.
He looked up a number in the phone book and dialed, drumming his fingers
nervously on the table-top while he listened to it ring.

"Hello," he said when it was finally answered.  "Get me Mr. Hollister,
please ... Jack Hollister."  And then a moment later.  "Jack?  This is
your neighbor, Max Flaherty.  I think you'd better come home right away
... yeah, that's right ... I think I got some bad news for you ...  Yeah
... it's your wife."

*    *    *

Pam knew she was going to cum, and thought she recognized the same signs
in Anna.  The other woman quivered above her, her hot, slick pussy-flesh
swelling and tightening under Pam's enthusiastic licking, but excited as
she was, Anna never let her own mouth break contact with Pam's needfully
spasming little cunt.  The young blonde felt the now-familiar pressure
building up in her belly, waiting for the final trigger, and Anna
supplied it by splaying her tongue out flat and vigorously shaking her
head, slithering its moist heat back and forth over Pam's delighted
clitoris.  Pam's back arched in final release, and wanting to make sure
that she didn't shirk her duty to her friend, she gripped Anna's thighs
tightly and pressed her mouth to the other woman's juicy snatch, sucking
voraciously.  As Pam drifted away on the wings of her own orgasm, she
felt Anna's cunt begin to shudder and contract rhythmically, and a
moment later the older girl's hot pussy-juices came gushing wetly out,
to run in a slippery stream down Pam's silky cheeks.  The two women
writhed and jerked together, moaning out the last of their orgasm, then
finally fell into a sodden heap together, both exhausted.

Both were still trying to get their ragged breathing under control,
shyly avoiding one another's eyes, when a stentorian roar filled the
room.

"WHAT THE FUCK ...?"

Both women jerked erect on the big bed, glancing fearfully toward the
figure that stood in the door.

"Jack!" Pam burst out, recognizing her husband.  He stood staring at the
two nakedly beautiful women, one his wife, one so recently his lover,
unable to believe his eyes.  And I thought it'd be impossible to get
them in the same bed! he thought in stunned shock.

"My God!" he half-shouted.  "Now I understand why you never came across
with me!"

"W-What do you mean?" Pam asked in a small voice, wondering what the
next disaster could be.

"Why ... it's obvious!" Jack stammered.  "I wanted to make love to you
and all the time you were a ... LESBIAN!"

"No, Jack ... you don't understand it at all," Pam said desperately,
knowing how it must look to her pop-eyed young husband as he stood
gaping at first her and then Anna.

"She's all right, sonny ... you got it all wrong," a heavy male voice
boomed, and Max came into the room.  "She's one of the hottest pieces of
tail I've ever had."  It took a moment for the full meaning of his words
to sink into Jack's befuddled brain.

"WHAT?" he screamed at his cringing wife.  "You mean you ...?"  He swung
toward Max, his hands bunching into fists.  Max's answer was simple.  He
made a grand gesture, linking Jack and Anna.  "Tit for tat," he growled.

"Please, Jack," Pam broke in.  "I had to do it.  He-He had pictures of
you and Anna.  He was going to show them to J.B."  Jack's eyes jerked
back to Max, the color draining from his face.

"Is that true?" he asked in a trembling voice.  For answer, Max handed
him one of the photos.

"I got a lot more at home," he said.  Jack stared for several seconds at
the lurid picture, then let it drop from his nerveless hand.  He stared
at his wife, his heart racing, his mind trying to get into gear, but its
wheels were spinning.  He had walked into an incredible scene, alerted
by Max, watching his wife make love to another woman.  And then to cap
it off, he'd found out she'd been unfaithful with Max.  It didn't matter
what the reason was.  Jack was a very possessive man, and Pam's body was
one of his most important possessions, something he was only willing to
share on his own terms.  His whole being cried out for vengeance against
the gleefully grinning Max, but he knew that with the big man holding
those pictures of him and Anna, he could ruin him with a word, where it
counted most---at work!

Balked of the satisfaction of smashing his fist into Max's leering face,
the most natural way to vent his rage, Jack turned his frustration on
his nakedly crouching young wife.

"You slut!" he snarled to the surprised girl.  "I'll bet it didn't take
much convincing for this bastard to get into your smug little pants."
Pam's mouth dropped open in shock as she heard her husband's cruel
words.

"You were too good to even let J.B. touch you, remember?  When my
promotion was at stake?"

"Jack!" she said in a hurt voice.  "I-I ... he made me do it! "

"Sure!" he snapped.  "And I suppose you're going to tell me that Anna
came in here, knocked you down and raped you!"

"Of course not," Pam said.  "That was different.  We ..."

"Sure," he said bitterly.  "It's always different when you're with
somebody other than me.  Christ, all the times I wanted to eat your
cunt, and ...

"Tastes like honey," Max broke in.  There was a stunned silence from
Jack.

"You mean?" he finally said in a deadly quiet voice, "you also let him
do that to you?"  Pam tried to answer but found that she couldn't.  Slow
tears trickled down her face as her world collapsed around her.

"What else have you done behind my back?" Jack asked viciously, slowly
approaching his sobbing young wife, who was still crouched on top of the
wildly disordered bed.  All she could do was slowly shake her head in a
general plea for understanding

"God, all the times I wanted to ..."  He suddenly sprang forward and
grabbed his wife by the arm.  Is there anywhere you're still virgin?" he
screamed.  I'm going to find out!  I'm going to make you wish you'd
given me everything I ever wanted from yon"

Pam watched with horror as her angry young husband-began to struggle
with his belt.  He jerked it open and a moment later his pants dropped
in a heap around his feet.  His other clothes followed and in seconds he
was naked.  My God, he's going to rape me ... in front of Max and Anna!
she thought in horror, watching him massage his cock, which had already
begun to harden in his rage and excitement.  She tried to slip off the
bed so she could run out of the room, but Jack sprang forward and seized
her by the arm.  With fierce strength, he spun her around on the bed,
forcing her down on her belly, with her legs bent and trailing over the
edge, almost kneeling on the floor.

"Okay, bitch, I'm going to fuck you in a place you probably haven't got
around to using yet."

"W-What do you mean?" she asked in horror, guessing at the truth.

"I mean I'm going to fuck you in your asshole, and from the looks of it,
it's still virgin!" he snarled, and Pam could feel his strong hands,
brutally prying her buttocks apart to bare her tender little rectum.

"No!" she shrieked.  "You can't!  Your penis is too big to go in there!
You'll split me in two!"

"Tough shit, baby, but it's time I got what's coming to me."  And he
forced her quivering asscheeks further apart, until Pam felt the tender
skin around her anus stretch painfully.

"Anna ... help!" Pam shrieked.  Then her friend flew forward, trying to
pull Jack off his futilely pleading wife.  "You leave her alone, you
cowardly son-of-a-bitch, or I'll tear your Goddamn balls off!"

Jack was flinching before her determined attack, but suddenly Max's
powerful hands flung Anna half across the room.  "Mind your own
business, cunt.  Don't you know better than to interfere with a man and
his wife?"  He was smiling evilly, delighted to see Pam get what he felt
was coming to her.  Stuck-up bitch! he thought.  Too good for Max
Flaherty, is she?  Well, we'll see what song she sings In a few minutes!
He went over to Pam, and pinned her writhing torso to the bed, holding
her a helpless prisoner before her husband's depraved attack.

"Yeah, it's virgin, all right," Jack was muttering to himself, staring
at the tiny brown ring of his wife's quaking asshole.  "Gotta open it up
a little."  He probed at the fear-tensed pucker with one finger, trying
to worm it up inside.

"Stop ... stop ... it harts!" Pam shrieked as she felt the first harsh
pressure against her tender nether parts.

"Hold still, Goddamn it!" Jack snarled, hitting her hard on the rump
with the flat of his hand.  Pam yelped in new pain, a vivid red splotch
spreading across her smooth white ass-cheek.  Afraid of another blow,
she forced herself to hold still while Jack ruthlessly worked one finger
up into the cringing girl's pain-racked rectum.  She bit her lips in
agony while he busily slid his digit in and out, stretching the tight
little hole.  After a few strokes, she found the pain was just bearable,
as she widened, and hoped he would be satisfied with that.

But already Jack was fondling his dangling cock with his free hand,
stroking it into hard readiness.  When it finally jutted out from his
strong young loins like a fleshy spear, he moved forward, lining the
swollen tip up with his wife's defenselessly bared anus.

"Ooohhhhh ... please don't do this awful thing, Jack," she begged.
"I'll do anything else you want."

"You're fucking right, you will ..." Jack snarled, "after I fuck you in
the ass.  And the first thing you'll do is get me that promotion.  J.B.
made a deal with me."  He let his words sink into his wife's unbelieving
brain.  "He said if I let him fuck you, he'll make me vice-president.
Do you hear?"

Pam heard her husband's words with stunned disbelief.  My God!  He's
trading me off like a piece of furniture! she thought in horror.  To
that dirty old man!  At that moment, Pam's marriage dissolved around
her, leaving her in total despair.  It no longer mattered much to her
what Jack was about to do.  Everything else was ruined.  Why not let him
tear her body apart, too?  She knelt in total subservience before her
half-mad husband as he readied his final assault.  Pam didn't make a
sound as he began the terrible pressure that would inevitably end up
with his rock-hard penis buried up between her quivering ass-cheeks.
Stoically, she felt herself stretch and stretch as Jack's bulbous cock-
head drove relentlessly against her nakedly helpless asshole.

But she couldn't help screaming as Jack's straining cock finally popped
up inside the vainly resisting muscles of her rectum, filling her with a
white-hot lance of unbearable pain.  She thrashed wildly on the bed,
struggling madly to get away as Jack relentlessly shoved further and
further up into her twitching bowels.  But it was hopeless.  Max's heavy
arms held her pinned prone on the bed, chuckling as he watched her
futile struggle.

When he had his aching member all the way into his wife's obscenely
stretched rectum, Jack halted for a moment, staring down at his swollen
purplish shaft, jutting back out of the lovely young woman's white,
softly swelling buttocks.  His eyes bulging with excitement, the panting
young husband was filled with an overwhelming sense of power and
strength.  This is how to treat the fucking hitches! he thought
exultantly.  Hurt 'em!  Make 'em yell!  All his life he had been
searching for power, and here it was in its most perfect form---the
ability to inflict pain on a weaker person!  Jack lovingly drew his cock
part way out of his wife's painfully shuddering asshole, watching some
of her tender pink inner flesh sucked out with it, and then he suddenly
pounded his hips forward, impaling Pam to the hilt with his mighty
shaft.  She screamed again.

Sickened by watching a degrading spectacle about which she could do
nothing, Anna threw on her clothes and ran from the room, heading for
her house across the street, her mind screaming for her to find some way
to stop her young friend's painful humiliation.  She had darted inside
the door and closed it behind her when she saw a letter lying on the
floor beneath the mail slot.  She would have passed it by, but something
about it caught her eye.

It had her father's return address.

Anna picked it up, tore it open, and scanned the first few lines.

"Dear daughter," it stated.  "You know I don't like to interfere in your
private life, but I've recently learned from a mutual friend that you
are living with Max Flaherty.  I think there are a few things you should
know about that man."  And then the letter went on, line after line to
describe how, years ago, Max had committed a serious crime, a murder.
Being under an obligation to Max at the time, her father had kept the
matter secret, but felt that now, under the circumstances, Anna should
know.  All the evidence was there, roughly the same as Max had shown
Anna.

But he had twisted the facts!  It was Max who was guilty, not her
father!

Anna cursed herself for not having had more faith in her father and
brought the whole thing to his attention long ago.  It would have saved
her months of agony with Max.  And it would probably have saved Pam as
well.

But it's not too late! she thought excitedly.  She started back out the
door, but quickly got hold of herself.  No point In lumping from the
frying pan into the fire, she cautioned herself.  She found what she
hoped was a secure hiding place for her father's letter, and then went
to her room and began to paw through the back of a drawer.

She had something there she'd been saving for a showdown with Max!

*    *    *

Pam lay whimpering beneath her husband's frenzied thrusts.  It wasn't
the pain that brought her tears---that had diminished long ago.  It was
the despair of finally knowing what kind of man Jack was---a conniving
opportunist who would stop short of nothing to further his ambitions---
even forcing his wife to become the unwilling mistress of a loathsome
old man she despised.  That and the humiliation.  Pam knew what a
spectacle she must make, held down by Max, her buttocks thrust obscenely
into the air, her ass-cheeks spread lewdly as Jack repeatedly thrust his
big member again and again up into her plundered asshole.  Pam
considered this moment the low point of her entire life, and the only
thing she was happy about was that it wasn't Max pounding his cock into
her defenseless rear.  That would almost certainly have killed her.

Jack was in a considerably different mood as he fucked wildly into his
blonde young wife's forever-stretched rectum.  He sank his fingers into
the soft elastic flesh of her bulging white ass-cheeks, savoring the
sleek feel of her soft tender skin.  He knew from the way his cock was
growing and the tingling in his tightly drawn ball-sack that he was
going to cum soon---going to shoot his hot load up into his whimpering
little wife's guts.  Things were going to be different from now on, he
thought.  This proud little bitch was going to lay down and beg for
everything she got.  She had defied him too long.  Feeling ten feet
tall, Jack dug his toes into the carpet and launched into the last few
strokes that he knew would finally make him pop his nuts.

Pam also realized her husband was about to cum---fill her nether parts
with the hot defiling semen she no longer wanted.  Knowing she had no
choice but to take it, the humiliated young girl determined that she
would not give her husband the satisfaction of reacting in any way to
what he was doing to her.  The pain was no longer a problem---it was
more or less gone.  But it had been replaced by a strange numbing
feeling far up in her plundered body that Pam regretfully had to
identify as pleasure---an odd tingling pleasure that seemed to turn her
inside out.  I could cam this way, she told herself, hut I'll he damned
if I will!  Glancing over at Max, she saw to her disgust that he had his
enormous cock in his hand, enthusiastically pumping it as he held her
down with his other hand.  Max was enjoying himself in the only way he
knew how.

The eyes of the two men met.  They stared at one another for a long
moment, and then Jack knew it was time.  His awesomely swollen cock
began to jerk inside Pam's tight rectal passage and he could feel his
testicles begin to shudder below, pumping up the hot sperm.  Holding
tightly to Pam's trapped little ass, he rammed into her for all he was
worth, burying his cock to the hilt, flattening her ass-cheeks with his
lean hard loins.  As his boiling semen gushed up into his cliffs
hitherto unused back passage, Jack glanced over at Max and saw that the
big man was cumming, too.  His thick white cum shot out of the end of
his wildly jerking penis and sprayed all over Pam's back, flecking her
with its slippery wetness.

Pam felt Jack's semen rifling up into her intestines, and she had to
fight her body to keep from moaning aloud in ecstasy as her guts boiled
with an obscene passion.  I'll have to remember this, she thought
bitterly, and try it some day with someone I like.  She shuddered as
Max's burning load slithered onto her back, and she wished she were able
to wipe it away.  She hated the man.

Finally the two men were finished, and Jack withdrew his fast shrinking
cock from his wife's cum-slippery ass.  She straightened up, stiff from
being held down for so long, wincing at the double pain from her
overused lower parts.

"Christ, that calls for a drink," Max crowed, stuffing his dripping cock
back in his pants.  He went over to the dresser and picked up a bottle
of bourbon that Jack kept there, and was raising it to his lips when the
door flew open.  Anna was standing in the opening, one hand half-hidden
behind her back.

"Had your fun, Max?" she asked in a cold, deadly voice.

"Sure, cunt," Max answered casually.  "Why, you want some, too?"

"No, Max.  You've had all the fun with me you're going to have."  She
let a long pregnant pause pass.  "I just got a letter from my father ...
He told me everything."  Max's face turned chalk-white, telling Anna
everything she wanted to know.  But still he tried to bluff it out.

"I'm tired of your wise-ass cracks, cunt," he snarled, taking a menacing
step towards her.

"Uh-uh, Max," she said quietly, raising her hand.  There was a gun in
it.

"Why you stupid hitch," he snarled, taking another step.  The gun
roared, deafening everyone in the room.  The bottle in Max's hand
shattered, spraying a fountain of whiskey and broken glass into the air.

" Fucking ... shit!" Max moaned, holding his hand, badly cut by the
glass.  Looking up he saw the murderous look on his former slave's face
and began to back away.  "Now take it easy, baby," he said nervously,
"take it easy."

"I won't kill you, Max, as long as you don't try anything," Anna
snarled.  "But you and I are going down to the police station.  I'm sure
they'll want to talk to you ... about a little murder."

"No!  You can't!" Max cried.  "They'll hang me!"

"Twenty years too late," Anna said coldly.

"Wait!" Max pleaded.  "Listen to me!"  He was nearly groveling.  "I'll
make it worth your while.  I'll give you money!"

"There's not enough money in the world to keep me from seeing you burn,
Max," she replied, and Max read his doom in her face.

"Wait!" he said again, making one last try.  He fished in his pocket
with his good hand and held up a key.  "You know that strong box in my
room?  This is the key to it, and inside there's a hundred thousand
bucks in negotiable securities.  It could be yours!  You want to see me
burn that much?"

A thoughtful look came over Anna's face.  "A hundred thousand dollars?"
she mused.  "A person could go a long way on that."

Max tossed the key to her.  "It's yours.  You turn me in, you'll have to
give it to the cops!"

"Okay, Max, you've bought your rotten life," Anna said, keeping a
careful eye on Max as she bent over to pick up the key.

Jack and Pam had been watching this startling drama between Anna and
Max, their mouths hanging open.

Now Anna turned to Pam.  "Get dressed," she ordered.  "We're getting out
of here."

"But ..." Pam started to say.

"But what?  You want to stay with that turd?" she jerked her chin at
Jack.  "I'm going, and I'd sure like to have you along with me."
Understanding came into Pam's eyes, and casting one last look at her
husband, she began to pull on her clothes.

"That's right," Jack snarled, "go with your lesbian lover.  Now I know
what kind of woman you are."

"Wouldn't that help your precarious little ego, junior," Anna laughed.
"But you should be one of the first men to know that I'm no lesbian, or
have you forgotten the other night.  Sure, I like to eat a little pussy
now and then, but it's men for me, all the way.  That's why I'm
splitting and that's why I'm taking Pam with me.  We're going somewhere
far away from you two creeps, where I can show her what real men are
like.  Where she can forget gutless sadists like you two."  Jack
flushed, but the gun in her hand kept him silent.

"I'll have to pack," Pam stammered.

"Forget it, Pam," Anna replied.  "Max's hundred thousand will buy us
everything new from scratch.  Just let's march out the door and get
started."  Then she turned to the two men.  "I'm going to bequeath you
two to each other," she laughed.  "Max has the goods on you at work, and
you can have him nailed for murder.  Have fun with each other."  She
backed out the door after Pam.

"And Max," she said in a deadly voice, "you follow me or give me any
trouble, I'll gut-shoot you."  Then they were gone, leaving the two men
alone.

They turned warily toward one another, each sizing the other up,
searching for an advantage, wondering who could get the hooks in
deepest.

Epilogue

The Mediterranean.  The big white yacht swung lazily at anchor in a
quiet cove.  Terraced slopes stretched up to a rambling villa perched on
a hillside.  Two men and a woman sat on the sun-drenched deck, sipping
tall iced drinks.  Below them, a slender form shimmered beneath the
hull, picking its way through an underwater tangle of brilliantly
colored sea life.  Bubbles rose, popping in the warm salty air, and the
slender form followed them up, breaking the surface with a glittering
spray of shining water drops.  It was a girl.  She swam over to the boat
and waited, treading water, her golden hair spreading around her sun
bronzed shoulders like a shining fan.

"Someone help me up," she called.  One of the men, wavy haired, with
blue eyes, went over to the rail and leaning down, offered her his hand.
He hoisted her aboard in one easy movement.  She was naked, and stood
shivering for a moment as the sea-breeze hit her wet skin, water
cascading down from the pink tips of her full, outthrusting breasts.

"Pam, you look cold," the man said, his heavily accented voice thick
with desire.  "Let's go below, and ... warm up."

"Nothing I'd like better, Giovanni," she murmured, and let him lead her
down into the cabin.  The other couple continued to sip their drinks,
silently enjoying the warm sun, until a few minutes later the
unmistakable sounds of a woman in the throes of passion floated up from
the cabin.

"Does that give you any ideas?" the man asked the woman.

Anna Collins laughed.  "I always have ideas like that, Pietro," she
responded huskily, beginning to unfasten the buttons of her blouse.  But
she stopped a moment, amusement lighting up her face.

"What is it?" Pietro asked, his pants already off, baring his long
rubbery cock.

"Nothing," she replied gaily.  "Just remembering the two darling men who
made all this possible ... so long ago."  Her brow wrinkled in thought.

"I wonder if they've killed each other yet?"

The End

