Sister's Husband by Penny Driscoll


Chapter 1


"Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his desk at 
the Granger State Bank. The discreet sign on his desk read "James O. 
Carroll, Vice President." From where he was sitting he could see 
directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's creamy white thighs. She 
was a small girl, but built with an almost diabolical precision that 
insured a second look from any red-blooded male in her vicinity. Jim 
found it hard to believe that the girl was only 17, she seemed so 
mature for her years ... not only physically but mentally. He had heard 
that Ginnie cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most 
of her classmates at Granger High.

The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim Carroll's 
desk. Her long legs separated just the slightest bit again, and Jim 
felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead as the tight "vee" 
of her tight little rose-colored panties came into view. His eyes and 
mind riveted to the spot, that tender portion of the young girl's being 
that she seemed to be offering to him with such nonchalance. He could 
almost swear that a few reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking 
from the elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell 
if it was just his imagination or not. He cleared his throat and lifted 
his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its sprinkling of 
light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose. He used his best business 
tone, and his eyes did their best not to waver in the slightest from 
the young girl's frank, almost impertinent, gaze.

"Now, Ginnie ... what is it that you want to discuss about your account 
this time?"

"Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer about this 
... you see I have this big check coming in ... for $25, and I'm not 
getting the money from my father until tomorrow because his paycheck 
came late this week ... and, you see, I was practically sure that I 
could deposit it in time ..."

Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that hugged 
Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped swellings of 
her nipples in disturbing detail. He wondered how those two babies 
would feel in his hands.

"This is the third time this month that you've done something like 
this, Ginnie ... I can't continue to make special rules for you ... 
after all ..." Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, but he really 
wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind seemed fogged with a 
dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a glance between those 
lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon parted further still while he 
was speaking.

"But it's for my little brother's birthday present ... I mean, that's 
what the check was for ... and if it bounces, I'm afraid that ..."

"Well, Ginnie ... that's unfortunate, but if the check comes in I'm 
afraid we'll have to return it. We've already paid on two other checks 
of yours, and the bank can't continue ..."

"You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly smiling up 
at him. She rose and moved closer to his desk.

Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair. Christ, 
what was she going to do now? He looked frantically toward the door of 
his office and was glad to see it was closed. It wouldn't do to have 
any of the employees seeing this young girl getting so familiar.

Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and Jim 
realized that she was moving around toward him just a few seconds too 
late. Or had he really wanted to stop her? ... he was to wonder many 
months later. Already the girl's neatly manicured fingernails were 
touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips approaching his face 
for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling across his eyes, as her tiny 
pointed tongue emerged from between her wetly parted lips.

Jim thought of his wife, Kay ... Kay at home ... what was she doing now 
... vacuuming the house? getting ready to make his dinner for that 
night? He visualized his wife ... her back turned to him as she stirred 
something at the stove. There was no neglect there ... she certainly 
took good care of his stomach ... but as for the rest ... Already his 
big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like 
some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess 
... but the princess wasn't his wife Kay ... It was little Ginnie 
Reordon! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down 
to his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as 
Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth. Was he 
really going to let her do this ... was he going to stop it or not?

The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath that softness 
there was a determination that Jim didn't have the strength or will to 
combat. The electricity of her lips and tongue, swirling moistly in his 
mouth sent chills up and down his spine. Awkwardly at first-for he was 
tilted backward in his chair, and she was pressing-her lips down upon 
his-he thrust his tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern 
of her mouth as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one 
hand. He ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure 
with his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie 
gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself. But Jim made 
sure that this was impossible. This was what she'd wanted ... and now 
this was what she was going to get. There was only so much a man could 
take! With his knee he pressed a button beneath his desk which locked 
the door to his office. Perhaps he could have at least 5 minutes with 
her without being disturbed by some bank business or other. He had a 
mortgage closing at 2:30, but it was only 2:00 now ... plenty of time.

Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her between 
his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward him without 
breaking the force of the kiss. He marveled at the idea of what he was 
doing ... it was the first time really in the two years he'd been 
married to Kay ... The thought of his wife sent a small pang of guilt 
through him as he reveled in the luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently 
rounded breasts pressing against his chest. God she felt good! And her 
mouth tasted ripe and sweet as raspberries! His head whirled as he felt 
her slipping down to her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and 
then her soft little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his 
penis where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen 
next.

"Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway ... a man 
has to have some sex ... a man can't go on forever ..." But his 
thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty excitement of 
the moment. Behind his desk, Jim bent toward Ginnie, his lips leaving 
her mouth to trail wetly to her neck. He heard her giggling like a 
teenager, like the teenager she was, and the sound of it was oddly 
exciting to him. His hands rose slowly from her waist, taking in the 
area of her rib cage. She was breathing hard, and squirming within the 
circle of his hands and arms. He could almost taste those bird-like 
breasts before he touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had 
accumulated in his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them 
against the thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and 
spring to hardness beneath his touch.

"Hoooo ... oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head loll 
backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling mounds of her 
willingly offered breasts. Her eyes were mere slits of passion as she 
moved her chest back and forth in lewd encouragement as Jim's hands 
roved hungrily over the voluptuous swellings of her breasts. His hands 
slid down once more and, hurriedly, he slipped them under the material 
of Ginnie's sweater ... the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his 
hands beneath her clothing, warm and smooth and tender. He clasped them 
excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her nipples 
together and bringing low moans of delight to the teenager's lips. His 
own face was a mask of longing as he was enjoying the sensation 
coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous feel of her naked young 
flesh. His lips tense and drawn, he said to her, "Tell me what you want 
... what do you want, Ginnie?"

"I ... Ooooh ... Mr. Carroll ...!" Ginnie writhed slowly between Jim's 
scissoring legs, swaying back and forth on her knees as Jim applied 
steady pressure to her breasts that made her feel tingly all over with 
excitement.

"I ... I ... want to be friends!"

"Friends!" Jim spat out, outraged at the word in the young girl's 
mouth. His mind snapped back to the night that he'd listened to the 
word on his wife's lips ... their wedding night ... practically the 
last time he'd touched her ... really touched her! Since then, their 
lovemaking had been confined to occasional quick hops atop her ... when 
she would allow that!

He thought back ... back to his wedding night ...

*  *  *

"I ... I want you to treat me like ... like a friend, Jim ... not like 
some ... some cheap little whore that you picked up!" Kay Carroll lay 
naked and trembling beneath the sheet of their marital bed. Tears 
streamed down her face, and Jim shook with anger as he listened to her 
and watched her solemn face. It was certainly a far cry from what he 
had expected his wedding night to be! Perhaps he had been a little 
rough ... but Christ, she'd been lying there in the flimsy negligee and 
he'd come into the room from the bathroom and seen the naked hair-lined 
split between her legs right through the transparent material. He had 
to do something fast before the heavenly vision of her disappeared. So 
... he hadn't waited or led up to it with a lot of foreplay like all 
those sex magazine and articles were always talking about ... Christ! 
He'd been waiting for her for so long that he just couldn't take the 
strain of seeing her almost too perfect body lying there just waiting 
for him to make love to it! The idea that she was legally his and that 
he had every right to touch her after all those frustrating months of 
dating had driven him out of his mind, and he had been certain that 
she, too, would respond in kind once the proverbial knot was tied. 
Little had he dreamed it would turn out to be such a disappointment ... 
for both of them, for Jim knew that his wife was still bitter about 
that first night! And it had, in fact, ruined their entire sex life to 
this very moment!

*  *  *

His moment when he was pawing the delicious breasts of the little 
number in front of him ... and he'd do a helluva more than that too, 
before he was through with Ginnie Reordon!

"I ... I ... mean ... I really dig you Mr. Carroll ... I have ever 
since you came over to the house that day to borrow my daddy's snow-
plow that time we had the big storm last winter!"

Kay, too, had really liked him from the first time she'd laid eyes on 
him, or so she'd told him, and it had been mutual. He'd known right 
away that Kay was the kind of girl he could marry. Then, she'd been 
just slightly older than little Ginnie, and he'd just gotten to go 
ahead at the bank, knowing that he could go far there and make a real 
career for himself in the small town. It had been perfect, until their 
wedding night. He could still remember seeing her lying there on the 
bed from his position in the doorway. He had only seen her before in a 
bathing suit ... a bikini at that, but nothing compared to the 
beautiful clarity of her nakedness beneath the thin material of her 
gown ...

"You ... you're hurting me ... Mr. Carroll ... my breasts!" But Ginnie 
seemed to be liking it anyway, and Jim suddenly lifted the young girl 
up from her kneeling position, then returned his hands to her breasts 
and pressed his face between the warm curvaceous globes of creamy 
flesh.

His tongue snaked out, and he began to lick the fat, little protrusions 
of Ginnie's nipples, and then he sucked the dark, rosy warm flesh into 
his mouth, alternating between the two large buds and creating loud, 
wet noises that exploded throughout his sedately decorated bank office. 
Her small trembling body ground against his, and he closed his legs to 
squeeze her closer to his impatiently pulsating cock ...

It had been a little like that with Kay when he first saw her tiny 
rising nipples and the soft triangle of her blonde pubic hair nestling 
so snugly down between her white thighs. And no one had ever touched 
her before! He could remember her Mona Lisa-like smile ... that seemed 
to taunt him and urge him on ... an open invitation. "Come and get me 
... I'm yours!" she'd seemed to be saying, and he had lunged forward, 
just reached out for her, with a low moan that escaped his throat in 
spite of himself. Without even taking off his pajamas he'd ripped away 
her expensive bridal negligee and had almost gone mad with the sight of 
her nakedly trembling beneath it. Greedily he had run his hands over 
her lush contours, feeling her resistance, but unable to stop himself 
as he kneaded the soft, ripe succulence of her breasts almost as 
cruelly as he now bit and sucked at little Ginnie Reordon's. He'd heard 
her crying out, calling his name over and over again, horror in her 
voice as he handled her roughly, ignoring her pleas. Before he took her 
he wanted to do just one thing-pay homage to her pussy by kissing it-
and Kay had seemed to sense what he was after, pulling at his hair and 
holding his head up each time he tried to move it down along the 
squirming surface of her virginal belly.

"Oh ... I can't stand it any more. Mr. Carroll ... Let me feel your 
cock!"

The lewd words in Ginnie Reordon's mouth brought Jim rudely back to the 
present, and to his delight, he felt her quick, deft fingers working at 
his fly, pulling the zipper down and releasing the hardness of his 
massive beet-red prick. Ginnie's fingers closed around the blood-filled 
rod of flesh, and Jim gasped with pleasure as the young girl expertly 
pulled down on the thickness of the foreskin, releasing the sensitive 
surface of his cock-head to the cool air of the bank. "That's it!" he 
cried, "That's it!" He suddenly knew what he would do with this little 
creature who had tormented him so many times by coming to his office 
with all kinds of stories. His face flushed as he felt her manipulating 
his cock as though she did it every day. This girl had experience, he 
told himself, and he was going to get the benefit of some of it!

Jim brought his hands down to her thighs and began to bunch the 
material of her tight little skirt upward, letting it rise until he had 
reached her sleek upper thighs which were nakedly warm to the touch. 
She wore calf high socks, and there was nothing else but smooth skin 
... until the little panties that Jim sought out eagerly. His fingers 
were moving, inching forward, then hesitating, as if he did not want to 
find what he knew was there. A tight little seventeen year-old pussy 
just waiting for his fingers! He found the tight elastic leg band just 
at the smoothest, most secret area of her inner thigh and wormed his 
outstretched middle finger up underneath it. The thin material of 
Ginnie's panties was already soaking wet, and the heat of her inner 
"vee" warmed his invading finger as it inched upward to touch the 
first, softly curling pubic hairs. She squirmed eagerly around, and his 
finger came into sudden contact with the long split that separated the 
small, puffy hair-covered lips of her blushing young cunt.

"AAAAH!" she cried, "Ah ... yes ... yes ... touch me there!" She moved 
about over his finger, suddenly flicking her hips back and forth over 
it with an obscene fucking motion, and Jim moved the thickness of his 
middle finger deep into the ragged pink flanges of her warmly impatient 
cunt. Ginnie began to moan loudly, and Jim cautioned her to keep her 
voice down as his fingers slid higher up into the tight area of her 
little pussy, slithering back and forth, pausing only to flick at the 
pointed tip of her gleaming little clitoris and to hear her moan and 
feel her entire body tremble violently against him. Then abruptly he 
stopped. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, 
he peeled them suddenly down to mid-thigh, exposing the full "vee" of 
her secret genitals to his gaze.

"Beautiful!" he murmured, his eyes glazed over with burning lust. "Just 
beautiful!" Gripping the writhing teenage girl tightly around the hips, 
he pulled her wetly glistening young pussy forward toward his face. By 
sliding down a bit in the chair, he hit it just right. Spreading the 
soft, auburn hair with his thumbs, he flicked his tongue forward into 
the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.

Above him Ginnie crooned with delirious pleasure, the sudden 
electrifying contact of his tongue with the tiny bud of her clitoris 
obviously driving her wild. She bucked furiously at his mouth, 
presenting the full, soft furriness of her young pussy to his wetly 
hungering mouth.

"That's a girl ..." he breathed into her wet and slippery pink-tinged 
genitals. "That's a girl!" It was this that he'd tried to do to Kay 
that night ... and now he relived that moment, but this time it was a 
pleasure-filled event ... it was something he really enjoyed doing, 
especially since little Ginnie so obviously enjoyed it too ... unlike 
Kay ... who had fought him all the way, even though he was sure he had 
brought pleasure to her unwilling loins! Moment by moment, as he 
swirled his tongue deep within the nakedly offered pit of Ginnie's 
temptingly spread pussy, his hands making the soft flesh of her hips 
and buttocks writhe from the harsh pressure he exerted on them, his 
mind jumped back to that night ... his wedding night!

*  *  *

Kay bucked and squirmed under the maddening torture of her new 
husband's lapping tongue until she thought she would go crazy. How 
could this obscene act be happening to her on her wedding night? It was 
insane ... She raised her head from the bed and the tendons in her 
lovely long neck stretched as she tried to see his face again.

"NO ... NO ... I CAN'T ... I CAN'T!" she cried, over and over again, 
realizing that something terrible was about to happen, something even 
worse than the humiliation and disappointment she was experiencing as a 
result of her husband's strange desire. She had read of such things, 
but had always considered it unnatural, and certainly had never dreamed 
that such an immoral act would be performed on her! She had looked 
forward to this night for so long ... building up in her mind the 
wonderful image of her handsome new husband ... a good catch by any 
standards, and a man who gave every indication of being capable of 
being a loving husband and father to the children she hoped to have one 
day soon. But now revulsion and humiliation spread through her system, 
as the tender love-making she had waited for all her girlhood life now 
seemed more and more an impossible dream.

Kay focused on the strange lewd sight of his wet and glistening face 
half buried between her straining legs, felt the harsh pressure of his 
thumbs pressing into the whiteness of her wide-held thighs. It was just 
too horrible to endure! His expression was one of a crazed lunatic, and 
she hardly recognized him as he rapidly shifted his head from side to 
side increasing the horrid over-wet sensations between her legs, 
sending shivers of ugly vexing feeling through her tormented genitals. 
She lay her head back suddenly relaxing the tense effort in her 
muscles.

"It just can't be happening ... no ... no ... it can't!" she groaned as 
her shame and humiliation overwhelmed her. She wanted desperately to 
close her legs, to never open them again, but they were held impossibly 
wide and there was little she could do about it.

The worst thing was that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the 
degenerate act being performed upon her, she could feel the 
unmistakable beginnings of tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure within her 
loins. They would come suddenly, darting deep inside her quivering 
belly to disappear as she fought them off, reminding herself that she 
couldn't possibly be feeling anything akin to pleasure from this 
awkward and disgusting love-act. But then another ripple would come ... 
more acute this time, and she closed her eyes slightly, clenching her 
small fists in Jim's sandy colored hair, pulling desperately to get him 
away from her. But Jim's hands reached up over the flat whiteness of 
her soft belly, and his fingers kept rolling the hardening nipples of 
her tender round breasts with relentless fury. With his mouth and 
tongue he worked animal-like as though he were performing a pagan 
ritual at the altar of a goddess. His eyes remained open wide, above 
the wide-spread tightness of his new wife's cunt, and he watched her 
face, where it appeared up beyond the quivering white mounds of her 
breasts ... waiting for some sign that she was enjoying this steady 
lapping at her defenseless cunt. He knew the sign must come soon ... 
that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Any second the 
wonderful desire that he felt would spread to her and within moments he 
would be sinking his throbbing hot cock deep into the moist pink tissue 
of the little blonde pussy before him.

But Kay lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages he 
was subjecting her trapped body to. There was really nothing she could 
do now, and she let the tears that stemmed from her shame well up into 
her blue eyes and stream endlessly down her glistening cheeks. She 
stared up at the ceiling now, listening to the horrid sucking noises 
that Jim was making down between her legs. She looked up at the egg-
shell white color that she herself had picked out for her bedroom 
ceiling and as the vile noises expanded up toward it, she thought that 
she must have done something really terrible ... perhaps in a previous 
life, to have such an awful thing happen to her on her wedding night.

She was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and she had to 
lie beneath him this way until he decided to stop. She had never felt 
so alone and helpless in her entire life! She had so hoped that Jim 
would become her friend and that they would have a close and happy 
relationship, but now all that seemed hopelessly ruined. She would 
never forget the sight of him down there between her cruelly spread 
white thighs, nor the feeling of what was happening to her virgin 
genitals.

Jim cooed softly into his blonde wife's straining pussy. Before long 
she would be begging him for it ... The way he felt at that moment he 
knew he could go on all night if necessary! He was going to give her a 
loving she would never forget! He brought his hands down and pushed 
them up under the backs of Kay's knees where they splayed out on either 
side of his body. Then he lifted and pushed them up and over her 
nakedly trembling body so that her kneecaps touched the strawberry tips 
of her tender breasts and exposed the entire flat plane of her downy, 
hair-fringed pussy to his sight. This would do the trick, he thought 
lustfully, as he spotted the tight little puckered hole of her anus 
nestled just below the opening of her wide-spread virgin pussy, and 
flicked the tip of his tongue into it.

"OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO! Oh God ... please don't ... Jim ... please!" Kay 
whimpered desperately trying to screw her warmly fleshed buttocks back 
down from the hot flicking of her husband's licking tongue. His only 
answer was another horrid stab with his pointed tongue into the tight 
fleshy ring of nether flesh. "AAAaaaagh!" Kay groaned, and tiny goose 
bumps began to form all over her quaking breasts and smooth white 
belly. She sobbed helplessly twice, and then with a terrible, sinking 
feeling, she felt her body give up. Through the horror she felt her 
wide-held buttocks jerk back in an involuntary spasm that sent a flood 
of delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings. Kay 
clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her might 
against the wonderful little sparks of desire that threatened to devour 
her as Jim licked and mewled ceaselessly at her nakedly exposed loins 
below. She knew that within seconds the whole thing would be over. 
Something immense was building up inside her, and she could almost see 
it approaching with a terror that she feared more than anything else 
she had ever feared before in the 20 years of her young life. Her body 
was shamelessly aroused by some ghastly trick, and she was responding 
to the ugliness that was being performed upon her by her monstrous new 
husband.

Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender inside her 
... he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in wisps against 
his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her buttocks slowly up 
against his face. She was his now ... his! he gloated. But just then, 
just when he knew that she was about to cum, that he was creating 
wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure inside her naked flesh, she 
kicked her legs upward and down in a surprise motion that caught him 
off guard. With lightning speed, she jack-knifed to a sitting position 
and leaped from the bed, leaving him sitting there, a shocked 
expression on his face, his nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his 
pajamas, hard and lust-bloated from the tension of waiting so long.

*  *  *

"OOOOooooh ... OOOOHHHH ... IIIMMM, OH GOD I'M THERE!!!" Ginnie Reordon 
thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her entire body with a 
tormented shaking motion that caused her impossibly erect little 
clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to grind unmercifully against Jim's 
wetly open mouth. Ferociously, he sucked back at her willingly 
presented pussy, bringing out the devils that danced inside her by 
starting a long, slow motion stroking with his tongue against the wide 
inner plane of her tight little cunt. His tongue created a maddeningly 
rising tingle within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel 
her every muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax. Feeling 
himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's arousal, 
Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below and sending 
him mad messages of urgent need. Christ she was hot ... what a hot 
little cunt! Then she was all arms and legs and bucking hips, and Jim 
felt her buffeting pussy strike with short explosive motions against 
his moistly working lips and tongue. Instinctively his hand went up to 
clamp across the young teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks 
of pleasure, while he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate 
his already glistening face.

"MMMMMNNNNOOOoooMMMHH!" she moaned, her entire body twitching and 
jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the continuing 
sensation of her orgasm. He felt it gradually subside as she moaned 
softly behind his hand. Finally, with a sigh of happiness, the cute 
teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and Jim's fingers found the 
soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt. He began a fervent massage 
there, between the young girl's slightly parted thighs, and then he 
heard her sigh, "Oh ... Fuck me ... do it to me quick ... quick! I want 
your big hard cock in me. Hurry!"

He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled his 
office. Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her panties and 
smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within seconds she was 
sitting on the chair across from him again, just as though nothing at 
all had happened.

"Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen penis 
painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open fly. With one 
finger he pushed down the black button of his intercom box.

"Yes, Miss Folger. What is it?" he said tersely.

"The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. Carroll. 
They're waiting for you in the conference room." There was an expectant 
pause.

Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a small 
compact from her purse.

"Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the intercom 
off with an annoyed gesture.

"I guess we'll have to continue this latter ..." Ginnie said brightly. 
"I know just the place, Mr. Carroll ... Here let me write it down for 
you ... tomorrow night ..." She was writing on a piece of paper from 
his memo pad, and Jim just found himself staring at the girl. How on 
earth was he going to get his mind on that meeting? He felt as though 
every brain cell in his head had been scrambled, and his big cock had 
been pumped full of hot air. It had been so close to happening!

"I'm not sure that I can ..." he started to say, dubious about meeting 
Ginnie Reordon anywhere.

"Oh, but you have to ... even if it just once ... darling ..." Ginnie 
leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on Jim's lips. "It was 
nice ... very nice ... now you have to let me do something for you! 
I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK ..." Then she was turning, 
moving for the door. Jim pressed the button that unlocked the door, and 
she exited rapidly, leaving him feeling as though he'd been struck by a 
thunder-bolt.

After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and getting ready 
to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something and took out the 
over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his desk. He glanced along the 
list of names and account numbers. Sure enough there was Account Number 
050-336-01 ... Virginia Reordon ... OD 26.50. Jensen's Supply Store.

With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the ledger and 
left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up. Then he headed for 
the conference room, clutching the piece of paper that Ginnie had 
written an address on in his fist, turning it over and over, the way 
the idea of meeting her there was being turned over in his lust-fogged 
mind.


Chapter 2 


The cup clattered as Kay Carroll replaced it in the saucer, spilling 
some of the fresh hot coffee she had just poured. "My hands are 
shaking!" she remarked out loud. The beautiful young wife was alone in 
her brightly lighted modern kitchen and, as she looked out of the 
window, she could see that it was beginning to snow again. The first 
winter storms had been late this year for the small upstate town, and 
now it seemed that they would have snow for Thanksgiving.

The reason for her nervousness was an envelope-which she held gingerly, 
as if it contained nitroglycerin. Kay turned the letter over and over 
in her hand, searching for some clue to its origins. But she found none 
other than the fact that it had been mailed in Granger. The mailman had 
placed it in her hand a few hours earlier along with various bills, and 
circulars, a Montgomery Ward catalog, and a card from her mother who 
lived in Florida.

Kay anxiously ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sat down at 
the table again. Jim had gone out of the house that morning without so 
much as a goodbye, and she felt suddenly very cold, and very alone. The 
summer house-dress that she had not yet put away, but continued to wear 
into the winter months, was definitely not warm enough for a day like 
this.

Kay wanted to get up to change ... to put on something warm enough to 
compensate for the chill she felt to the marrow of her bones, but she 
did not have the strength. She looked at the note again. It was on 
cheap stationery, the kind one finds in the ten-cent stores, and the 
handwriting was almost childlike ... big round letters made with a felt 
tip pen. 

Your husband is going with an 18 year old girl.

See for yourself TONIGHT! 

A Friend 

An anonymous letter! Kay shuddered at the thought that someone would do 
such a thing to her. Her first reaction had been that it wasn't true 
... Jim would never be unfaithful to her ... and yet something was 
wrong between them ... something that they just didn't seem to be able 
to iron out.

Once more the young wife went through all the details of the night 
before. He had come home later than usual, and she'd had to reheat the 
pot roast she'd prepared for his dinner. She could feel that he'd been 
drinking by the way he was acting and by the scent of alcohol that 
emanated from him. She had been feeling particularly good that evening 
too, even good enough perhaps to let him make love to her that night. 
It was hard for her to build up to it, a very personal thing that was 
so delicate ... just everything had to go right during the day ... all 
the details of her inner psyche had to mesh correctly, and then Jim had 
to do everything just right. It had been very disappointing to have him 
come home that way ... very sullen and obviously looking for a fight. 
Why, he had come right out and demanded what he called his "husbandly 
rights," and after the ordeal, they'd had that scene in the bedroom.

She started to cry a little bit again as she thought about the 
unfairness of it all ... his calling her a "frigid bitch" ... telling 
her that she ought to go to see a doctor about her condition ... when 
the whole thing very obviously was all his fault. Why couldn't he see 
that ... that it was his fault that she was this way, after he'd forced 
her that first night into an unnatural act, and then afterward took her 
virginity in the most brutal manner possible.

It was true that that had been over two years ago, and yet the memory 
stayed with her. A memory that returned to her whenever anything was 
wrong, or whenever she had an argument with Jim, no matter what it was 
about. She just could not forgive him that ... not yet anyway ... 
perhaps not ever! And now this! An unsigned letter! Kay stood up again 
after finishing her third cup of coffee that morning. She felt trembly 
all over, and her nerves were taut as a bow as she headed toward the 
living room, the note still clutched in her hand. A sickening feel was 
starting in the bottom of her stomach as the idea of her husband with 
another woman shouted loudly in her head ... an 18 year-old girl at 
that! kept spinning over and over again in her mind. She fell onto the 
living room couch heavily, her long, lithe legs splaying out as she let 
her head fall on the back of the seat.

"Oh, God ..." she moaned, "It's probably true! He said just last night 
when I refused him that he was going to look elsewhere!" Jim's exact 
words came back to her in all their startling clarity, and Kay flinched 
at their impact.

"If you can't bring yourself to put out for me, your husband, then I'll 
get it somewhere else!" He'd slept on the living room sofa, right where 
she now sat, and she'd had their big double bed to herself ... and not 
for the first time either.

The note read ..."See for yourself TONIGHT!" ... Kay wondered what that 
could possibly mean. Someone had probably seen Jim with the girl, 
whoever she was ... and had been malicious enough to send her that 
horrid note. Kay knew that she wasn't the most popular young wife in 
the neighborhood, but she never had let it bother her much. Most people 
were jealous of prosperity, she knew, and the fact that she was a 
strikingly beautiful girl, who had once been Homecoming Queen at 
Granger High didn't make her quite like the average housewife. Jim 
might one day become president of the bank, the way he was going; and 
everyone just generally assumed that he was a real winner ... and that 
she was very fortunate to have landed him.

Little did they dream ... she thought now ... the humiliations that Jim 
inflicted on her in the privacy of their bedroom. The sacred first 
night of the marriage had been such a ghastly experience that most of 
the time whenever Jim approached her she was filled with a self-
loathing so strong that it made it impossible to respond to him. She 
clenched her eyes tightly shut at the memory of it, and the image of 
him making some silly girl ... some little slut ... wondrously happy 
superimposed itself upon the image of her torment. A girl like that 
perhaps, she thought, "would be eager to do ugly things like he does!" 
A tremor passed between the long, full shanks of her thighs, and a stab 
of painful desire filled her entire being as she collapsed on the sofa 
in tears. "If only I could!" she cried, "OH GOD, if only I could!"

*  *  *

It was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kay passed the mirror in her 
bedroom again. Her normally sparkling blue eyes were sunken and 
listless, and her pale blonde hair had an uncombed, unkempt appearance. 
She had put on the soft, blue bathrobe that Jim had given her the 
Christmas before, and its warm woolen lining brushed against the 
nakedness of her lushly vibrant body beneath it, making her feel secure 
and sheltered to some extent. The brandy bottle was on the dressing 
table, and Kay thought she would have just one more. She needed 
something to get her through the day ... and the brandy had seemed the 
only answer. At first the burning liquid had shocked her entire system, 
but gradually a hazy feeling had set in and dulled her senses enough to 
make the emotional turmoil more bearable. At times she was even able to 
make herself believe that the note was entirely fictitious ... that 
someone had just wanted to upset her and had deliberately lied. But 
then she would recall Jim's behavior the night before and his words to 
her ... and the way he had stalked out of the house that morning 
without saying goodbye ... his lips set in a determined way that she 
didn't quite recall having seen before ... and she would know that it 
was true.

Kay had riffled through every magazine in the house, having brought 
them up to the bedroom while the hired girl cleaned the house 
downstairs. She just couldn't face anyone, not even the girl who came 
in for 2 hours every day to help clean. She'd told her to do only the 
downstairs and then had gone to her bedroom, where she'd remained the 
rest of the day. She toyed with the idea of calling Jim at the bank ... 
knowing that he would still be there even though the doors were closed 
to the public by now. But what could she say ... If she confronted him 
with the note, he would either deny it ... or worse, tell her that it 
was true!

The trembling blonde wife sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at 
the telephone. For the first time it occurred to her that her husband 
might be in love with someone else! The idea frightened her so much 
that she started to shiver, and hurriedly climbed into the bed for 
added warmth. Clutching her robe to her trembling body, she pulled the 
covers up over her head, feeling a dizzy sensation as she closed her 
eyes and the brandy raced through her system.

"No ... he can't be ... it's just some girl ... just someone for sex 
and nothing else!" But the thought gnawed away at her insides, and Kay 
realized with an acute sensation how very much she was still in love 
with her husband, in spite of the difficulties and the 
misunderstandings that they had. She realized that she'd always thought 
that one day their differences would work themselves out ... that they 
would be just like any other married couple, leading full and 
meaningful lives together. Just when or how that day would come, Kay 
had never figured out, and now, she feared that unless something 
happened quickly to straighten out her marriage it might end before 
anything else could be done!

Kay gave a little moan and inhaled the fragrance of her own perfume 
beneath the covers, and just then the telephone rang. She leaped up 
from the covers to reach for the receiver. Perhaps it was Jim!

"Mrs. Carroll?" She didn't recognize the voice ... perhaps it was just 
Wards calling about that rug she'd ordered. Her heart sunk. "The 
address is 457 Turnabout Lane ... Go to the side window on the right 
... about 10:30 tonight."

There was a click and the phone went dead. Kay became frantic. "Hello 
... HELLO ... WHO IS THIS ... WHO???" But she knew that the female on 
the other end of the line had hung up, and finally with a dazed 
expression, she, too, replaced the dead receiver. In her head the 
address seemed to ring with a horrid finality. "457 Turnabout Lane ... 
OH MY GOD! ... OH JIM ... JIMMMMMmmmm!" she wailed, cradling her head 
in her arms and sobbing into the fresh flower print of her no-iron 
sheets.

Sleep came only because of the heavy flood of alcohol in her veins, and 
moments later, Kay lay tossing upon her bed, her pale blonde hair 
spread behind her, her delicate finely chiseled features contorted by 
the emotions of the dream that filled her tormented mind.

She was in high school again ... sitting in her usual home room seat 
but the teacher, instead of being Mr. Rogers, was Jim.

"Jim!!!" she cried, feeling all the other students turn to look at her. 
And suddenly her peasant blouse was falling from her shoulders, showing 
her breasts almost to the tips ... and no matter how much she tried to 
push it back up the pink protruding tips of her breasts continued to be 
exposed, and finally the elastic of the blouse failed entirely, and she 
was sitting there completely naked to the waist ... She seemed to feel 
Jim's eyes on her ... burning holes into the creamy surface of her 
exposed flesh, the trembling globes of her breasts were warm and 
flushed and responding to his eyes almost as if he were touching them. 
She could feel a shamefully wonderful sensation spreading from them to 
the rest of her body, and she knew that everyone else in the class 
could tell what was happening to her.

"Jim ..." she whimpered, trying to cover her breasts ..."Jim!" She 
looked up imploringly, begging for mercy, only to see that there was a 
young girl beside him, and that his hands were up beneath her skirt. 
The girl was moaning in obvious delight as he moved his hands within 
the secret confines of her body. The girl was cheap and whorish, her 
face painted almost like a clown's ... one of her teeth was missing as 
she too called out Jim's name in ecstasy.

"I love you ... I love you ..." Kay couldn't hear the words but she 
could read Jim's lips and everyone in the class knew what he was 
saying. As Kay began to cry, the others started to laugh, and her 
sobbing turned to crooning as suddenly she began to feel everything 
that the girl with him was feeling. The petal-like folds of her silken 
pussy became moist and responsive, as she felt an unmistakable touching 
there ... Jim's fingers doing to her exactly what he was doing to the 
girl! She felt an irrepressible moisture seeping from the narrow 
vaginal channel that Jim's fingers sought out, moving slowly toward the 
tight little hair-lined opening, causing delicious feelings in her 
secret pussy as they went, pushing the tender wet tissues forward and 
making Kay separate her legs in trembling eagerness. She had to let him 
continue ... it felt good ... so very good ... but the better it felt 
to her ... the better it seemed to be feeling to the girl up at the 
front of the class, and a terrible torment swept over Kay as she slid 
down in her seat and pulled her skirt up, showing her pantie-less mound 
naked and vulnerable to the entire class. The wispy curls of blonde 
hair played around the pink cuntal protruding lips, and everyone could 
see her tiny clitoris that twitched with desire as it wanted more of 
his gentle caresses.

"OH JIM ... COME TO ME ... COME TO ME, JIM!" Kay finally burst out, and 
she watched her husband ... for he was her husband in the dream, leave 
the sluttish girl and come slowly toward her. She writhed in 
anticipation, and somehow she was now on the floor, lying between the 
desks, while all the other students peered down at her. Shamelessly, 
she opened and closed her legs, offering her naked slit, the sweet 
girlish cunt between her full thighs, to the advancing form of her 
husband. Soon she would feel him inside her, filling her to fulfillment 
... filling her so tightly, so wonderfully, he would be hard yet soft 
with her.

"I'm not frigid, Jim ..." she cried, moaning in anticipation, her body 
lost in the intense fire of the moment. Every muscle in her lusciously 
exposed body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the 
maddeningly slow approach of her husband.

"OH GOD WOULD HE NEVER ARRIVE?" How she loved him. Then he was there 
beside her, the rigid staff of his heatedly throbbing penis brushing 
against the wet flesh of her cunt. She could see him hovering over her, 
could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of 
her hotly quivering open slit. The jerking head of his penis rested 
like a second heart within her impatient vaginal furrow, moving with 
slow deliberateness up and down, up and down, teasing her so much that 
her hungrily yearning pussy twisted desperately for its hard blood-
filled tip.

She suddenly reached down between her own tautly outstretched legs, in 
a panic that he might change his mind. Her purpose was to guide his 
wonderfully swollen cock-head up between the moistly quivering lips of 
her aching vagina.

Kay had tossed the covers back, and her warm blue robe lay spread open 
upon the big double bed. Her creamy naked figure was thus exposed to 
the warm air of the empty bedroom ... beautiful in every aspect, even 
in the obvious torment she was experiencing in her brandy induced 
dream. If anyone could have seen her they would have been struck by the 
sight of the lovely young housewife reaching her hand down between her 
open thighs, bunching her fingers together to form one hard mass of 
flesh, and then pushing them against the exposed hair-lined lips of her 
seeping cuntal furrow.

The little lips around Kay's throbbing vagina were steadily pressed 
apart by these same well-manicured fingers, and the elastic rimmed 
tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard pushing. 
Kay almost resisted for a moment, emitting a long, low groan from deep 
within her throat. After a pause during which her sleeping eyelids 
fluttered nervously she shoved again, spreading her long, tapered legs 
as wide as she possible could upon the bed, her blue robe spread 
beneath the whiteness of her soft buttocks like a beautiful royal cape. 
She groaned again, this time louder, and suddenly rammed upward with 
everything she had, sinking her fingers high into the lust-filled 
channel of her waiting vagina.

Kay's long legs jerked out wide on either side of her cruelly impaling 
fingers and kicked spasmodically into the air.

"JIIIMMMMM!" she cried, "OOOOHHHH GODDDD!" Her fingers filled the 
yawning chasm of her willingly open cunt, and her sensual young body 
curved upward as she sought to penetrate herself still further. 
Ceaselessly, she mewled kitten-like as waves of fulfilling pleasure 
swept through her.

In her dream, Jim's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to 
the floor of the classroom. Behind him she could spot the interested 
leering faces of her other classmates. Oddly, her brother Ed was there 
together with his wife, Jane, among other people she knew in Granger. 
But she felt no embarrassment now, only hot, searing sensations within 
her wetly pulsing vaginal passage. Her lips curled back from her 
gleaming teeth and incoherent, pleading whimpers came from deep in her 
throat. She could feel the wall of her clasping cunt wrapping around 
the intruding cudgel of Jim's long thick penis like a tight fitting 
glove. Every fleshy ridge of him was known to her dark inner passage as 
her dreaming mind created the situation that her subconscious most 
wanted and needed.

It wasn't at all like the hideous moment when Jim had first penetrated 
her virgin flesh, brutally tearing the soft tissues down there and 
forcing himself into her with an insistence that she could not ward 
off. There was none of the fear and horror of the horrible moment, nor 
the disgust she felt at other times when she lay beneath him like a 
cold statue entirely subjugated, waiting for it to be all over with. 
No, this was something exalted, something complete and wonderful. She 
was as one with him at last, at long last; and he understood everything 
about her body and mind ... they were soul mates, and there was nothing 
he could do that would not bring her the most divine pleasure she had 
ever known!

"Oooooossssh!" Kay held her breath as Jim's thickly buried cock seemed 
to expand within her, stretching the narrowness of her willing cuntal 
walls even farther apart. He flexed his giant prick inside her, and 
this time Kay could feel her body coming to life. There was a maddening 
electricity that tingled deep within her womb, seeping relentlessly 
through the raw nerve endings of her lust-driven flesh. The waves of 
pleasure rippled insanely through her eagerly pulsing cunt and out the 
fleece-lined lips of her seething pussy, working its wonderful way 
across the vibrating surface of her taut little belly, and up to the 
pink tips of her nipples which were hard little nubs of sensitivity 
jutting proudly into the air. Thin rivulets of perspiration were 
rolling down the sides of her full straining breasts, and she rotated 
her hips from side to side, her hopelessly aroused pussy dilating 
around the fleshy impaling member of her husband's long warmly 
pulsating penis. It was pure magic! Filled with wonder at the 
magnificence of the sensations Jim was bringing out in her, Kay began 
to screw her pelvis upward, pushing against her husband's rock-hard 
thickness ... feeling the full length of his virile manhood. The tiny 
contracting muscles inside her deliciously-filled pussy pulsed 
rhythmically at the thickly penetrating cock. The dilated lips of her 
hair-trimmed slit moved farther and farther apart spreading to slide 
moistly down the wonderfully hard rod for several inches and then with 
equal determination sliding moistly back up.

And then she was nakedly straining to cum, a half-crazed ecstatic smile 
playing across her lust-constricted lips. Her frenzied motions became 
faster with each second as the tempo of her thrusts up against her 
dream husband became more and more urgent. The slippery juices of her 
wildly gyrating vagina were beginning to flow down and around her 
fingers, and a loud wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement 
rose and filled the room. Her back arched up off the squeaking bed as, 
with her feet planted flat on either side of the bed, she bucked upward 
wildly. It seemed to be going on forever.

"OH GOD, YES JIM, I'M CUMMING ... OH DARLING, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG AT 
LAASSSST! AAAAAaaaargghhh!" With a harsh deep throated groan Kay's 
hopelessly aroused body began to vibrate with the uncontrollable 
emotions that welled up inside of it. The wet, white orgasmic fluids 
flowed from the throbbing inner passage of her climaxing cunt and 
drowned her impaling fingers with its sticky warmth, before trickling 
down the shadowy crevice between her quivering young buttocks.

Kay felt as though her insides were splitting painfully as the length 
of her bunched up fingers desperately imitated the hugeness of her 
husband's penis. She could feel the pores of her tingling cunt clasping 
around it, forcing it to erupt in answer to her own excitation. Indeed, 
her lustfully dreaming brain created the sensation she needed ... the 
feel of white hot spurts spewing from the big, thick head, filling her 
womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of 
Jim's wildly jerking cock. One day this wonderful life-giving fluid 
would give her a child ... and the hot walls of her quivering cunt 
hungrily sucked at the imaginary pole of Jim's hotly throbbing hardness 
until she felt that the last drop was sucked from it.

"UUUUUnnnnngh!" Kay lay still for a long moment, her fingers aching 
from the awkwardness of their position high inside her flooded vaginal 
passage. Slowly she recovered her strength, and with it came the 
gradual realization that Jim was not with her at all. He had seemed so 
real ... the substance of him so close that she would have sworn she 
felt his weight upon her still nakedly vibrating body, his breath 
coming near her ear.

"Oh my God!" she cried, suddenly, raising herself up as her eyes 
blinked wide. There was a horrible thudding in her head as Kay sat bolt 
upright, completely sober in an instant.

With a terrible expression of disgust on her face which hardly began to 
describe what she was really feeling inside, Kay removed her fingers 
with something akin to horror as the drenched digits slipped slowly out 
of her battered young vagina. Looking down she could see the wetly 
matted hair of her finger-fucked furrow glistening in the faint light. 
It was almost dark outside!

The inside of her white thighs were lewdly smeared with a clear 
stickiness, and there was a wet circle staining the covers beneath her.

"I ... I DID IT TO MYSELF!!" she cried in horror. She hardly ever 
touched herself, much less down there. Jumping up she hurriedly 
scrambled from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where she began to 
draw the water for a steaming, hot bath. Her wrist watch told her that 
it was nearing 6 PM, and Jim had not yet come home.

The sound of the woman's voice on the phone rang repeatedly in her ear. 
Between her legs she felt a disconcerting sense of satisfaction, but 
her mind told her it was unreal ... she had dreamed it all, while her 
own fingers had shamefully given her forbidden pleasure. Filled with 
torment about what she had done, she stepped into the filled tub, 
letting the piping hot water cover her nakedly trembling body. She felt 
the liquid warmth seeping in to soothe the burning of her sensitive 
cuntal lips, and rising to cover her healthily blushing breasts. Kay 
slid down as far as possible into the peace-giving liquid, leaving only 
the very tops of her creamy shoulders showing.

"I ... I've got to get control of myself!" the dazed young blonde said, 
her closed eyelids fluttering as she spoke aloud to herself. The hot 
water swirled softly around her still body. "457 Turnabout Lane ... 457 
Turnabout Lane." She knew that the address was one of the most sought 
after neighborhoods in Granger. Her husband Jim had often spoken of 
moving there after his next promotion. Now they might never move 
anywhere, she thought bitterly ... their marriage might not last that 
long unless she did something about it!

Already she knew that she was going to go that night to the address 
she'd been given over the phone. "What other choice do I have?" she 
asked herself, shuddering as she thought what she might discover later 
on that evening.


Chapter 3 


Ginnie shivered deliciously as she pulled the tight fitting shorts up 
over her trim little hips. She wiggled a little, and turned around so 
that she could see the deep outline of the cleft between her neatly 
rounded buttocks. The hot pants were of a shiny satiny purple, and 
Ginnie enjoyed the cheap look they had about them. Everybody was 
wearing them, she knew, and the tighter the better. Her long legs 
looked just perfect, she thought as she surveyed herself in the bedroom 
mirror, and the high heels with the open toes set the whole outfit off 
perfectly. She wore a pink silk blouse over which she pulled a hand 
crocheted "pot holder" vest with many colors in it. She looked gorgeous 
... pretty enough to convince Jim Carroll for good that he ought to be 
going with her ... just the way the note said.

She herself had mailed the note to Kay Carroll the evening after she 
had visited Jim at his office in the bank, and she smiled a little now 
as she thought of what its impact might have been on the young matron 
who was the banker's wife! Ginnie had heard a lot about Kay Carroll ... 
enough to know that she was stuck-up and thought she was better than 
just about everybody in the small town of Granger. The teenaged girl 
had seen her, too, several times ... the most recent, shopping at the A 
& P. and she had wrinkled her nose a little bit when she'd noticed her 
picking out items in the gourmet food department. As though regular 
food wasn't good enough for her. Ginnie was certain that Jim was not at 
all happy with a woman like her ... She'd been certain about it for 
some time really, especially since that night he'd come to the Reordon 
house, and she'd seen him take off his coat to have a fast drink with 
her father before borrowing the snow-plow.

GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF MAN! That's what she had thought then, and 
that was what she still thought. And her emotions were even stronger 
now that she could bring back the delightful memory of Jim's tongue 
licking steadily and wonderfully up between her legs. She parted those 
same legs now, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, tossing her 
auburn hair back as she posed in a super-woman stance. She wore thin 
transparent tights that gave her well developed legs a naked appearance 
while at the same time casting a peachy glow upon them.

"Tonight, I get to feel more of his tongue ..." she mused. "Tonight 
I'll get it all! ALL!" She would show Jim that he would really be happy 
with her ... she was a little young, true, but she knew that she more 
than made up for that in experience. She bet that that Kay didn't even 
know how to give him a good fuck! She visualized that she and Jim would 
go together for a few months ... maybe even a year ... and then after 
his divorce ... (she'd make sure that there were sufficient grounds all 
right) well then, she'd be the new Mrs. James O. Carroll. She'd be a 
very sensible wife, and take care of Jim the way a man of his looks 
ought to be taken care of! They'd travel a lot ... and they'd make love 
just about all the time. And when they got a little bored they'd go out 
to parties together ... like the party she was going to get Jim to go 
to that night. It was always nice to have a little variety she thought, 
having read an article to that effect in Cosmopolitan only the day 
before.

"Where are you going tonight, Ginnie?" The seventeen year-old girl 
whirled around, immediately shaping her features to a far more innocent 
expression than the one she'd had on her face while looking at herself 
in the mirror and thinking about her plans for Jim. Her father's 
booming voice had just about frightened her out of her wits, and she 
felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"Oh ... Daddy ... you scared me ... I'm going over to Betty's house to 
study. We've got a big test tomorrow, and I want to be up on it!"

"Well, you be sure and leave Betty's number right on the hall table, 
and don't you stay out all hours again!" Steve Reordon angrily tore his 
eyes away from his all-too-nubile young daughter. "And just answer me 
this ... why do you have to be half naked to go to study at a friend's 
house?"

"Oh ... daddy ... REALLY ... All the kids are dressing like this ... 
You're so old fashioned!"

"Well, you may think I'm square, but when I was a boy, when a girl 
dressed to show her body it meant only one thing ..."

"DADDY!" Ginnie pouted, a hurt expression crossing her features. "First 
of all the word square isn't used anymore, Daddy ... and do you 
honestly think I'm one of those girls?"

Embarrassed by his own outburst, Steve retreated from his daughter's 
door. "Never you mind, young lady ... you just watch your step. I don't 
want you getting into any trouble. I've got enough problems as it is!"

The door closed behind him, and Ginnie looked around for something to 
throw ... She found a soft slipper and threw it against a wall that she 
was certain would not show any marks.

"Don't want you getting in any trouble ..." she mimicked. Well, he did 
not have to worry about that ... she was not about to get pregnant ... 
not with the pills she took. Someone had said that they were bad for 
you, but she didn't really believe it. They had made her tender 
teenaged little breasts swell to even more beautiful proportions for 
one thing, and she could do whatever she wanted to without worrying 
about the necessity of telling her parents someday that she was 
pregnant. And there were plenty of things that Ginnie wanted to do. Not 
only that, she'd been doing them since she was 14, when Eddie Berman 
had screwed her silly in the back of his old Nash. She'd practically 
asked him to do it anyway, and it had hurt a little, but not enough to 
make her not want to do it again. In fact, Ginnie had quite a 
reputation at Granger High ... but she didn't care what anybody thought 
or said about her. She considered herself better than any of them and 
smarter than most of them, and she would show them one day what she was 
worth.

"And Jim Carroll's going to help me!" she said out loud as she turned 
out her light and opened the door of her room. She moved quickly down 
the hall, pausing to write down a phone number at the hall table, and 
to pick up a couple of her school books. There were three "Bettys" that 
Ginnie ran around with, and she also knew that neither her mother or 
her father would remember any of their last names. It was all so 
stupid! She was glad that soon she would be able to leave the broken-
down house that bordered on the better neighborhoods. Soon she would be 
living in a house like Jim and Kay Carroll's ... Only then the house 
would be referred to as Jim and Ginnie Carroll's.

"Going out, dear?" Ginnie turned from the front door, which she had 
already opened. Her mother was coming toward her, her faded and sad 
face looking worried. Ginnie paused. She had hoped to get out of the 
house without seeing her mother at all.

"Yeah, ma ... going to study ... big test tomorrow." Ginnie waited.

"Oh, I see ... well ... take care, darling. I'm glad you're wearing 
your warm coat ... it's getting colder."

Ginnie was positive that her mother knew just what she was doing ... or 
at least she had a good idea. Once she'd overheard a conversation 
between her father and mother, during which her father had said, "I 
don't know, Ida ... I think you'd better talk to that girl. She's 
running around like a cat in heat ... and all these boys, coming around 
... sniffing after her ...!"

"She'll be all right, Steve ... She's a smart girl ... she won't let 
anybody harm her. She's got brains at least ... More than I had, that's 
for sure!"

It was really the only time that Ginnie had ever heard her mother 
saying anything cynical, and she knew what the older woman meant. By 
snooping in her parent's room and going through her mother's dresser, 
Ginnie had discovered that her mother was already six months pregnant 
when she got married ... pregnant with her!

Ginnie rapidly bent to kiss her mother and went out the door. Yes ... 
she was a good deal smarter than her mother ... she would never marry a 
loser like her father ... and a man that she didn't love to boot! As 
far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling few minutes in his 
office had told her that she really and truly did love him!

The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned her long 
coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of her stylishly 
outfitted body.

She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15. It wasn't going 
to be a terribly late evening ... just intense, and Ginnie knew that 
when Jim arrived and saw just exactly who was there, that he'd stay.

Winthrop Morgan, the tall, graying, handsome 55 year-old president and 
chairman of the board of State National Trust ... the only other bank 
in Granger ... opened the door and welcomed Ginnie.

"Hi there, sweetie ... Come right in. All alone tonight?"

"No ... I'm being met ... by someone who will be arriving shortly."

Morgan was already taking off Ginnie's coat, and the teenager could 
feel his warmly appreciative eyes on the tightness of her shorts, right 
there where her rounded little buttocks were so nicely cleft.

He whistled approvingly, and Ginnie remembered that the surprisingly 
agile banker liked to have his cock sucked more than anything else in 
the world. She had done that for him, and very well too, the last time 
she had come to his house, and she knew that he had not forgotten.

"Uh ... about your guest ... you do remember the House Rules?"

Ginnie smiled sweetly at Winthrop Morgan. "Of course I remember ... no 
need for worry ... this is a very discreet person."

Morgan didn't really care all that much. He wasn't worried about his 
reputation ... it would take more than just hearsay to ruin him in this 
town. His name was too big, and his family had been too influential for 
too many years. The only thing that really mattered to him was that 
little Ginnie Reordon had come. The last time she'd been there, she had 
brought along a girl friend, and Morgan liked that. The more young 
blood he had at his parties the better! He was temporarily a bachelor, 
and he was making the most of it. Life was, after all, very short. And 
he intended to make his full of rich and meaningful memories.

"Well ... there'll be no need for masks tonight, even though you are 
bringing in someone new, Ginnie. There'll be just a few people anyway. 
Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... and you know how they tend to 
get caught up in each other ... that leaves just you and me ... and 
your friend, of course ... Is it the same little girl you brought with 
you the last time ... Sally?" Morgan hoped so. Already his dormant cock 
was stirring at the thought of him having the two of them ... like 
little woodland nymphs sucking and licking at him while he played with 
their tight little pussies.

"No ... as a matter of fact ... it's a man!"

Morgan smiled woodenly. "Oh? Well, that certainly changed a few 
daydreams I was having." He looked disappointed, then shrugged his 
acceptance. "But any friend of yours is a friend of mine ... Come on 
let's have a drink!"

*  *  *

Jim drove around the block one more time. He'd already spotted the 
house on Turnabout Lane, and was trying to figure out what was so 
familiar about the address. Ginnie had said that a good friend of hers 
lived there, and that they would have a chance to ... as she put it 
..."turn each other on ..." He blushed to himself now as he pulled up 
in front of the house. A grown man chasing after that little slip of a 
girl as though she really mattered to him! But in a way, Ginnie did 
matter to him. She seemed to matter to his whole image of himself as a 
man, and she had already inflamed him to such an extent that he 
wouldn't rest until he'd had her. He wanted to feel those long legs of 
hers around his neck just one time before he slammed his long hard cock 
into her.

Kay had really sealed the matter for him, he thought as he slammed the 
door of his car and locked it. Ruefully, he thought about her refusing 
to sleep with him the night before ... of all nights ... of all times! 
He'd really needed her then, especially after that torrid scene with 
Ginnie at the bank. Christ, he'd needed some action! He had tried 
during the two and a half years of their marriage to keep his mind 
largely focused on other things ... his work and getting ahead had 
consumed most of his energy, but now, Jim felt as if a dam were 
bursting inside him. All the pent up emotions that he'd had all along 
were just breaking out, and he had to do something about them! And do 
it now!

Slowly, Jim walked up at the graduated steps to the front door of the 
large house. He was annoyed as he realized that he felt a little like 
he used to feel when he was a kid, dating some girl from school. He 
took a deep breath and rang the bell. Who the hell could Ginnie know 
who lived here? he wondered.

When Winthrop Morgan opened the door, Jim was stunned! And for a second 
it looked as if the older banker was stunned too, but then Winthrop 
smiled widely and opened the door further. They had met before of 
course, but only on business matters; and Jim had always looked up to 
the older man, admiring his strong grip on the community of Granger, 
and the respect that he commanded from everyone for miles around.

"Why, it's Jim ... Jim Carroll, if I am not mistaken ..." Morgan 
announced, drawing the shocked young man into his living room. "Let me 
take your coat. Not snowing out there tonight, is it? Know we had a few 
flurries today, but the real thing isn't due until the weekend. Isn't 
that the way it always is?" He was taking Jim's coat, hanging it up, 
and leading him toward the other side of the room where the lights were 
dim and there was a glowing fire in the fireplace.

"Someone is here, who's expecting you, I believe ... I must say, she 
has good taste," Morgan said, and Jim could see a form shaping from the 
shadows. Ginnie stood up, and moved toward him. Instinctively, he 
backed away from her, but Winthrop Morgan kept leading him forward.

"So you know Jim, Winnie," the girl said coyly, using Morgan's nickname 
to impress the younger banker.

"We've met," Morgan said, his dark eyes twinkling. "But I'm especially 
glad to see him in a more informal setting! What do you drink?"

Jim sat down and felt Ginnie taking his hand in hers as she settled 
next to him on a low bench next to the fireplace. "Martinis if you go 
'em," Jim said, expulsing his breath as though he'd just gone through a 
great effort.

Morgan went in search of the drinks, and just then the bell rang again. 
Jim hurriedly turned to Ginnie. "Is someone else coming?" he asked. 
Beads of sweat were standing out on his forehead. He wanted nothing 
more than to get out of there, but he couldn't very well dash out of 
Winthrop Morgan's house like a fool. He had to stay just to find out 
what the hell was going on.

"How do you know Morgan?" Jim hissed almost angrily at the teenaged 
girl beside him.

"He's an old friend ... I told you. Don't worry, Jim ... everything's 
cool." Her hand was moving slowly on his arm, and he fought down an 
urge to move it. He looked toward the door and saw Winthrop Morgan's 
rather portly form greeting two arriving couples with warm gestures of 
welcome. Quickly, Jim scanned their faces to see if they might know him 
or his wife, Kay, but to his enormous relief, he saw that they were 
complete strangers to him ... maybe from another town, he speculated, 
since they looked so totally unfamiliar.

"Who are they?" he asked.

"Oh, just Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy ... they're from 
Albany."

Jim laughed nervously and made a scoffing sound in his throat. "Sounds 
like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice!" he said.

To his surprise Ginnie replied, "Yes, but those four had been swapping 
for years before that movie came out. They've been doing it since they 
called it "balling" instead of "swinging"!"

Jim gasped, but there was no time to say anything. They were coming 
towards them with Morgan leading the way. The elder banker made the 
introductions and then set about making drinks for all of them. Jim 
wondered at the fact that a man in Morgan's position had no servants at 
all. He made careful small talk with the couples, who sat on low 
hassocks in front of the fireplace, noting that they were definitely on 
a lower social scale than he would have expected for friends of the 
well-known Winthrop Morgan. They made noticeable mistakes in grammar 
and were good-naturedly what Jim knew his wife would describe as 
"lower-middle class."

But the martinis were there, and the drinks helped noticeably. Jim 
began to unwind a bit, and even found he enjoyed the down to earth 
friendliness of Morgan's guests. Cautiously and consciously, he set out 
to make a good impression on the wealthy banker who was his host. If 
they were friends of his ... well then they were all right with him. 
Sometimes he hated Kay's phony pretentiousness, anyway ... He, himself, 
was the son of a grocer, and Kay's father had been a garage mechanic 
before his death, just as her brother Ed was now!

The second round of drinks came and then the third. Jim was feeling a 
very pleasant warmth, and Ginnie's cuddling close next to him was 
beginning to affect him. She'd gotten up a couple of times, and he'd 
gotten a good look at her tight little shorts. She was one honey of a 
horny little girl!

Soft music came from a continuous tape deck hidden somewhere in the 
large room, and most of it seemed to have a sensuous beating undertone 
that brought to mind dark jungles and sultry native dancers, bongo 
drums and eroticism beneath lace-like palm fronds. Jim sat back and 
watched as the others got up to dance. Beside him on the bench Ginnie 
was sensually stroking his hand. He raised his martini to his lips with 
the other. Imperceptibly, he could feel the pounding surge of his blood 
flowing throughout his body, and the soft, spongy tissue of his cock 
began to swell with a smoldering desire.

Morgan began to dance with one of the women, Jim thought that her name 
was Olga. She was a big and buxom brunette with one of the finest 
pillow-asses that Jim had ever seen. His wealthy host did not seem 
impervious to her charms as he pressed her willing body close to his, 
and let his hands roam farther and farther down Olga's back until he 
was cupping her voluptuous buttocks in his hands. They danced in this 
lewd position until there was a lull in the music and Morgan, 
perspiring heavily, returned his partner to her husband. Jim could see 
them in conversation but they were just far enough away so that he 
could not quite hear what they were saying. Theresa, a petite red-head 
with a large sensuous mouth and her husband Jeremy stopped doing a 
funny ballroom number in the middle of the floor and joined the others.

Ginnie was breathing softly, quiet beside Jim, and just as he was 
beginning to get bored watching the other guests and wondering what 
they were up to, Ginnie began to nibble moistly at his ear. A surge of 
electricity spread throughout his nervous system. This was one of those 
swinging parties, he'd heard about. There'd been rumors about them for 
some time now, but never anything concrete ... and now here he was 
attending one! The whole thing seemed absurd, but the young banker 
rationalized that even his wife Kay would not begrudge him being in the 
intimate company of the famous Winthrop Morgan. She would be even more 
aware than he of the potential to their position in the small town of 
Granger. This thought eased the small tendrils of guilt that remained 
in his mind. Was it his fault if Winthrop Morgan was a dirty old man?

The realization that he was going to fuck little Ginnie that night, 
right in Winthrop Morgan's house, was becoming more and more vivid to 
him, and the thought created an undercurrent of excitement inside him 
that he was beginning to enjoy.

When the cute teenager stood before him, her eyes large and black, her 
sensual young figure assuming a taunting stance, he could smell that 
same perfume that she'd worn at the bank the day before. With an 
eagerness he couldn't hide, he reached his arms upward to put them 
around her, but the girl pulled away from him, laughing in a teasing 
manner that made his face flush with the intensity of his ardor.

"Come ... come on, let's have a little privacy!" she breathed.

Well that was OK with him. Jim hurriedly stood and followed Ginnie 
toward the door which he assumed led to the rest of the house and, he 
sincerely hoped, a nice, quiet bedroom somewhere! He hardly noticed the 
others as they left, but he was sure that no one was particularly 
shocked at their leaving. Besides the 17 year-old nymph seemed to be on 
pretty good terms with Morgan. The image of the older banker and Ginnie 
together created a bitter sensation of jealousy that surprised him. Why 
on earth would he be jealous of Ginnie? And yet, he was pleased that 
the head of the rival bank in Granger would know that he was with the 
little auburn haired teenager ... that he was getting a taste of the 
executive's goods, so to speak!

There were several doors that opened onto the dark hallway he found 
himself in, and he saw Ginnie head toward the first one on the right. 
His eyes were riveted to the magnificent wiggling of the young girl's 
buttocks as she moved sensuously ahead of him. The silky material of 
her hot pants fairly glowed in the dark, and Jim followed her shapely 
little ass as a moth follows a lighted candle.

Once inside, Ginnie closed the door behind them, and beckoned Jim 
toward a low couch on the other side of the room. The young banker paid 
little attention to the way the room looked. All he could think about 
was the enticing little girl, and the way she would feel groaning 
beneath his hard, rock-like cock. His mind whirling with alcohol, he 
groped for her in the darkness. They were beside a large window, and 
dimly, Jim could see dense foliage that he assumed must be lining the 
side of the house. She tumbled beneath him, rolling softly over to the 
middle of the bed, and Jim lay heavily on top of her. He ground his 
entire body down upon her small shape, feeling the wonderful softness 
of her ripely budding breasts pressing upward into his chest, and her 
legs separating between his own. His pelvis moved forward, the length 
of his thigh and groin catching her directly between her outspread 
legs, where he could feel her hard pubic mound grinding back at him, 
grinding out the sweet, seeping wetness from her little hair-fringed 
cunt beneath the tight-fitting shorts.

Her arms wound eagerly around his neck, and once more he breathed in 
the soft open chasm of her mouth in a deep hungering kiss. She wriggled 
lustfully beneath him, bucking up against him and causing the hardness 
of his already bulging penis to double. He felt nothing but a dull ache 
in his loins as he wetly swept his tongue in and out of her hot young 
mouth, and frantically tried to get her shorts off. He couldn't find 
the zipper opening, and fumbled impatiently beneath her for a long 
moment until she laughed and told him that they had an elasticized 
waist. Panting a little she arched herself upward and slipped her 
shorts and tights down over her long thighs and legs, tossing them to 
the side of the bed with a little giggle.

Jim felt foolish and a little angry. She was making him feel like a 
greenhorn, for chrissakes, he thought, being reminded of his early 
adventures as a young boy, when he was often dependent on the girl to 
show him the way. But that was ridiculous, he reminded himself. He was 
33 years old, and this girl was only 17. Jailbait ... but at the moment 
he couldn't have cared less. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to 
let anything stop him now that he had come this far. His heart started 
beating so loud that he was sure that she could hear it too. He found 
himself peering down in the semi-darkness, only the moonlight 
illuminated the bedroom as it streamed into the adjacent window, 
staring directly into the naked softness of Ginnie's full, white 
thighs. The teenager lay sensually back and, as she removed her blouse 
and vest, she parted her legs slightly, exposing the inner pink slit of 
her vagina, framed by the soft auburn silkiness of pubic hair.

Jim wanted to pounce upon her right then and there, but something 
stopped him ... perhaps the horrid memory of how he had practically 
raped his wife on their wedding night after she'd acted so silly about 
his kissing her down there between her legs. A natural caution had 
possessed him ever since with Kay, and now he found that to his dismay 
it was being transmitted in his relationship with this girl. His 
massively erect cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had a 
funny cottony feeling again. He could feel the booze racing in his 
veins and churning warmly in his stomach. He hadn't gone home for 
dinner, and since he'd never eaten out alone, he'd just skipped the 
whole thing. God, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beckoning 
spot between her tender young legs!

"I'm so glad you came, Jim!" Ginnie whispered huskily. She gazed up at 
him in the darkness, her eyes masking the triumph that she felt. She 
tugged gently at his suit coat. "Don't you think you'd better get 
naked, too?" she smiled. It was going to work! The whole thing was 
going to work! If all had gone well, Kay Carroll would be on her way to 
Turnabout Lane right about then. She felt the same kind of thrill that 
she thought an actress might feel just before the curtain went up on 
opening night. Jim Carroll was there with her just the way she had 
dreamed it so many, many times ... so many nights of waiting for this 
moment ... and now the moment was here!

Ginnie ran her tiny pointed tongue over her lips and then spread her 
thighs a little bit wider. She lay watching the young banker as he 
quickly removed his clothes. Soon she would see just what the banker 
looked like underneath his conservative suit. His eyes never left the 
full revealed beauty of her nudity, covering the pointed creamy mounds 
of her breasts and racing down the length of her taut little belly, to 
the narrow, girlish hips and the long, slender legs. While her eyes 
were half closed, she could very well see his huge jerking cock when he 
got down to his shorts and stepped out of them. She gasped. It was 
much, much bigger than she had remembered ... but perhaps he was more 
excited now! The thought of that giant pulsating pole ramming far up 
inside her gave her a crazy little thrill of fear mixed with 
anticipation. He sat down on the bed, his long rigid erection standing 
up between his legs, the thick foreskin already pulling itself half-way 
back on the smooth crimson cock-head. Her long fingernails moved along 
his naked arm as, dazed, he sat looking down at her.

Jim hesitated a second more. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked. 
Then without waiting for an answer, she spread her legs wide, reached 
down with little hands and pulled the pouting pink pussy open on either 
side, exposing the inner flesh of the tiny aperture to his hungering 
eyes. "Remember how good you were to me?" she inquired sweetly. "I'll 
be real good to you!" she added for good measure, while below her 
fingers nimbly began to insinuate themselves, sliding over the softest 
and tenderest areas of her own hair-trimmed cunt. In spite of himself, 
Jim gasped at the incredibly lewd sight of the teenaged girl fingering 
her own wetly glistening vagina.

"Come on," she crooned, already beginning to excite herself. "Honey, 
please ..." Her fingers tickled and toyed with the upright pinpoint of 
her swollen clitoris, "Please fuck me!" she moaned. The aroused young 
banker did not have to be asked again. He climbed up on the huge bed 
and knelt between the young girl's wide-spread legs. She was moaning 
now and urging him to hurry, and he was lost in the utter beauty of her 
voluptuous little body. His thick, madly throbbing cock was hard and 
heavy and hot in its upright position as he once more surveyed the 
brazen loveliness of this bold, little bitch who had come to his office 
apparently with the thought of having him fuck her. The idea that she 
wanted him caused even more excitement to swell his massive hardness. 
He leaned forward between her willingly spread limbs and ran his hands 
over her gentle upcurved breasts, her tiny waist that gave way to fine 
delicate hips and thighs, and in between them, his own hands covered 
the working, little fingers of her hand as she finger-fucked herself; 
preparing her moistly aroused pussy for his entry.

HE HAD TO FUCK HER!

Ginnie's desire-filled eyes looked down toward his hairy belly and 
there she focused on the full, looming hulk of his angry red penis. "It 
is so big, Jim," she cried. "So big!"

"Oh, it'll be big enough for you," he muttered, pushing his hands down 
beneath her. Dizzy, he hung over her, his pulsating shaft hanging in 
mid-air. Then he crushed down onto her waiting nakedness, smashing his 
mouth onto hers. He was ravenously hungry for her as she moved tightly 
up beneath him, her arms hugging around his back, her flat naked, 
little belly snuggling against the rock-hard spear of his penis. Moving 
downward and panting hard, he let the tip of his aching cock slide into 
the velvety warm moisture of the teenager's vaginal slit, rubbing up 
and down the moistly hot length of it, the enormous mass of his 
thickened cock spreading the baby cuntal lips far apart. The friction 
was unbelievable as Ginnie moaned and groaned beneath Jim's heavy 
weight, gasping with delight as she felt the increasing heat in her 
seeping pussy! With her hips she began a steady rotating motion beneath 
him while her legs slid out sideways and then suddenly jerked up hard 
and locked like handcuffs around his muscular back.

"Oh Jim ... JIM ... I'm SO READY FOR YOU!"

His lust-heavy cock was resting hard against her nakedly writhing young 
body and now he let it press up against the narrow seeping wetness of 
her vaginal opening. It was too much for him to take. He had to do it 
and soon. He wedged his hand down between their tightly pressed bodies, 
circling his own heatedly throbbing excitement. His straining and taut 
cock wormed against the tiny opening of the eager young girl's cunt. 
She seemed much too small for him, but he knew that she'd had 
experiences before ... probably a great many at that!

"It's OK if it hurts a little, baby," Ginnie sighed, "Just put it in 
... PUT IT IN!" She strained her tense, nubile body up against the 
older man, feeling him start to thrust against her. The small, fluted 
lips of her pulsing little pussy resisted the enormous instrument for a 
moment, then suddenly something gave way, bringing a sharp pain so 
unexpected that Ginnie's freckled face was contorted with it, and she 
let out a long, low wail. Jim was brought to himself for an instant by 
the sound that she made, and he looked around him for a second, sensing 
a movement. To his surprise, he saw that someone else was in the room 
with them! Another glance told him that that someone was Winthrop 
Morgan ... and the millionaire banker was stark naked! In the dark 
shadows their host was an interested observer of their lovemaking, and 
to console his solitary state he was clasping his own stout cock in his 
hands, pulling up and down on it at a leisurely pace. Jim cursed, the 
sweat dripping from his face down onto Ginnie's naked body. He should 
have known that there would be some strings! But beneath him Ginnie 
whispered through clenched teeth, "Don't stop now ... don't stop now!" 
And Jim was unable to resist the added surge of lust that the 17 year-
old girl's words gave him.

Ignoring Winthrop Morgan's presence in the darkened bedroom, he pushed 
forward with all his strength and this time Ginnie's tightly resisting 
pussy lips spread even further to accommodate his splitting ramrod.

"OOOOOOAAAAAAhhhhh!" His long, thick penis slipped forward bit by bit, 
feeling the young girl's moistly quivering furrow squeeze against it. 
His heavy veined member was being inundated by wet warmth and the tight 
snugness of her exquisite young cunt.

"OOOOOOAAAAaaah ... OF COURSE ... OH YES ... OH GOD ... YES ... YES!" 
she cried out, over and over again. Jim felt as though he had never 
fucked a woman before ... never known such extreme pleasure as he was 
feeling now. He panted heavily as his massively throbbing penis, moist 
from Ginnie's flooded channel, began a slow pistoning in and out of the 
velvet warmth of her tight, hair-lined cunt. The tickling hairs of his 
balls nestled into the crevice of her nakedly upturned little buttocks 
as he sank deeper and deeper into her now unresisting passage. The 
ragged pink edges of her cuntal lips were drawn back with each 
outstroke, and then as he thrust back into her they were swallowed up 
again along with his long piercing organ.

Pinned beneath the banker she had pursued for so long, Ginnie suddenly 
felt an obscene ecstasy taking hold of her. She was really doing it ... 
really doing it with Jim Carroll! She flicked her tongue up wildly into 
the young banker's mouth, spreading her long thighs still wider, giving 
him even greater access to her wide-stretched little 17 year-old cunt.

"OOOOoooh yes, honey, do it like that ... OH JIMMMMM! That's soooo 
GOOOOD ... yes ... OH ... OH GOD ... LIKE THAT ... LIKE THAT ... HARDER 
... HARDER! OH GOD ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE IT ... I LOVE YOU ..."


Chapter 4 


Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and now she 
was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of Turnabout 
Lane. With each step that she took she told herself to turn back. It 
almost seemed better not to know. A horrid sick feeling filled her 
being as she struggled against the wet snow, turning up her fur coat 
collar and trying to avoid being struck in the face by it.

Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30 ... that was the time the 
mysterious voice had specified. With a self-conscious uncertainty she 
began to look at the house numbers. She was almost beginning to think 
that there was no such number ... that the whole thing was just a silly 
prank cooked up by a bunch of kids. Her heart skipped a beat as she 
turned the corner. Some of the house numbers were very difficult to 
read for one could hardly see them! True, Jim had called and had acted 
very strange on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to 
dinner with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls ... 
and she had felt instantly that he was lying. Now she wasn't so sure. 
If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in Stewart 
Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had risen, they 
were suddenly plunged downward. There before her was a large, imposing 
mansion of a house, set in from the road, with brick steps leading 
upward to the white door-front. She almost turned and ran, but 
something urged her on, and she found herself moving stealthily up the 
steps. She was glad that she had worn her dark mink coat. It would make 
it harder for her to be seen. She put up the hood to hide her golden 
hair, and then slipped around to the right side of the house.

She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her ... something inside 
of her pushing her toward the window she could see ahead of her ... the 
one that surely must be the correct one! She had to find out now ... it 
was too late to turn back! She knew that she risked being discovered, 
and perhaps even arrested for snooping around this posh neighborhood, 
but it no longer really mattered. She had to know if her husband was in 
that house ... if her husband was behind that window. Biting her lower 
lip hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up 
slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge. There 
were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the clouds and 
shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.

*  *  *

Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the young 
girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding more and 
more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement. He answered her 
urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her willingly wide-held 
loins, gaining more and more momentum as the rapture of his young 
tormentor's desire overwhelmed him. His mouth wetly locked on hers, he 
scraped his naked chest back and forth over her tender, quivering 
breasts, feeling their nipple points hard and excited beneath him. Loud 
mewling noises of undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant 
piston continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft. They 
writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his thick 
pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it. Beneath him, Jim could 
see the 17 year-old girl's lovely face growing more and more wanton as 
her passion increased. Her neck strained and her long auburn hair 
became a tangled mass as her head flailed to and fro. It was good ... 
very good! The best fuck ever-for both of them!

From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite clearly. He did 
not even bother to hide himself now, since he knew that neither his 
young friend Ginnie nor the rising young town banker cared about him 
being there. They were too caught up in each other. An earthquake 
wouldn't have disturbed them now! He could see Ginnie's pink bearded 
little pussy swallowing up Jim's long hard cock, even see her crinkled 
little anus spread wide and puckering like a feeding fish's mouth 
beneath the other man's slapping testicles. He clasped his own eagerly 
longing cock in his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he 
joined them. Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness 
as he moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies. He could imagine 
his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby cunt 
... her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would feel ... 
wonderful!

Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple. He hoped that Jim 
Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the younger 
man really had no choice. After all, he was a guest in his house, and 
it looked as if he was bent on fucking little Ginnie, no matter what. 
Encouraged by these thoughts, he insinuated his bulky form beside them 
on the bed, chuckling mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid 
action, his big churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing 
little pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring 
nostrils as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks ... just go right on with 
what you are doing!"

He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger man 
loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward into her 
cunt again.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" she groaned. "OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD! OH GOD ... OH GOD!" 
Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and even though 
she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim Carroll were 
important, she felt a distinct annoyance. The older man had promised to 
stay out of it! She pushed her legs a bit against Jim's back and looked 
up beseechingly, trying to give Morgan the message that they did not 
want to be bothered. But Jim decided to break communication between the 
girl and the bank president, so he pulled her over onto her side where 
she lay with her back toward Morgan ... and in this new position their 
steaming genitals were attached as though they could never come apart 
again. Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and higher into 
her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place inside of her that 
set delicious spasms of desire ringing through her tormented pussy.

"Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her lips. His 
lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the wet, clinging 
channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about Winthrop Morgan on 
the bed beside them.

Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put off. He was 
horny as hell, just watching the two young people go at it, and he 
intended to remedy that situation.

Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's shapely back 
trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering mounds of her 
buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight ... plunging him deeper 
into a consuming passion. The wind blew the dark branches of fir trees 
outside the window creating weird shadows along the whiteness of the 
teenager's smooth skin, and Morgan could not resist cupping the two 
warmly rounded orbs in his two hands. Impulsively, he snuggled up 
against her spine. He moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing 
cock rest up between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that 
separated her cream white nether cheeks. Suddenly he realized what he 
was going to do. It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted 
with pleasure. Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, 
pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing the 
short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of the girl's 
softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his position, he 
stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little bedside table. 
Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum 
jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and 
smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second 
glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, 
without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery 
lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.

Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding 
hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she could not 
relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long hardened flesh fucking 
up into her overheated vagina. The great heat of his hard body against 
her, his strong muscular arms holding her, extracting wails of pleasure 
from her lips as he entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully ... each 
magnificent stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in 
coming. As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence 
behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender 
buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, and the 
surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would tease at the 
tiny puckered mouth of her anus. The pressure of the older man's hotly 
throbbing cock increased ... and increased. Abruptly she knew what he 
was trying to do!

"OOOOOOOOH WINNIE NOOOOOOO!" she groaned into Jim's mouth. But it was 
too late! Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her waist from 
behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the other way. 
Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to Ginnie's slender 
young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire body shivering and 
quaking forward against him, creating a wonderful sensation against his 
outrageously swollen cock. Ginnie felt the tightly resisting muscles of 
her anal ring suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth greased 
head of Morgan's thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up 
inside the tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older 
banker's massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of 
her behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward journey 
as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm confines of her 
little rectum. The relentlessly burrowing and worming head split the 
small opening wide, stretching it beyond all endurance, ramming ever 
forward as it made its insistent penetration.

In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward. She thought she was 
being ripped in two back there! She had never felt anything like it in 
her entire life. A few times men had slid their fingers into her 
rectum, but never anything as big as Winthrop Morgan's cock! The big 
thick pole that still churned in her vagina met the unwanted elongated 
shaft that ground ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the 
friction of the two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a 
thin partition separating them inside her! COULD SHE TAKE IT? She 
groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, 
clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain. Her nakedly wide-
spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside was 
ceaselessly filled ... she was being impaled from both sides, and she 
struggled weakly to get away.

But to her surprise, Jim held her fast!

In spite of what Morgan might be doing to the girl, the young banker 
realized that he was in a situation now where anything could happen. 
And he was not going to back down from it. He felt a very strange kind 
of comradeship with Winthrop Morgan. They were both men, and they would 
both ravish and enjoy this hot little bitch as much as they liked, and 
make her like it too! He had never in his entire life done anything 
nearly as exciting as this, and it made the hair on the back of his 
neck stand on end. It was almost as though someone was watching him, 
but he knew that that was impossible. Savagely, he let his rock-hard 
penis arch upward into the young girl's wetly clasping vagina. She had 
started it all ... not he ... now she was going to finish it up!

Both of Ginnie's delicate feminine openings were now being assaulted; 
her clitoris was being rubbed hard against the wiry pubic hair of Jim's 
groin with each slap he made against her, and surging waves of pain and 
pressure swept through her backside as Morgan's thick rubbery staff 
ground deeper and deeper into her puckered little brown anus, reaching 
for the farthest depths of her bowels. Jim's hands moved up to her 
breasts, and he muttered lewd obscenities into her mouth. She was 
getting a lot more than she had bargained for that evening! "Atta' 
girl, Ginnie ... Atta' girl!" Winthrop grunted behind her. The harder 
her inexperienced young rectum tried to expel his unwanted cock, the 
harder and farther he thrust into her belly. The feeling against his 
lust-swollen penis was masochistically wonderful. She was so tight back 
there that even he himself grunted with pain ... in spite of the greasy 
lubricant which made his fevered thrusts slip easily in and out. But 
the pleasure he was getting far outweighed the discomfort, and he 
continued to bump forward against her, still clasping her tiny waist, 
pulling her ever back against him, while Jim pulled her constantly 
forward. She moved between the two highly aroused men like a big rag 
doll, her entire nakedly pink and white teenaged body trembling and 
shaking.

With long, smooth strokes Winthrop Morgan lunged the full length of his 
straining hardness into the helplessly exposed back passage of the 
teenaged girl who lay in his bed. This was a lot better than the blow 
job she'd given him the time before! And the idea that she was getting 
it from both ends was highly amusing to him, not to say extremely 
satisfying from a physical point of view. He made a mental note to try 
this again, perhaps even later that very night with some of the other 
guests who were in the other room.

Ginnie felt a terrible anger building up inside her. She was being used 
... USED ... when it was she who had intended to do the using! The 
whole thing went completely against her nature and was directly 
opposite her plan for her life. That two men would use her body like 
this, inflicting their wills upon her own, KNOWING that they were 
hurting her was something she could not abide!

The cute teenager prayed that she would have the strength to endure it 
... and later to get revenge on both of them for doing this to her. 
Never had she been so totally possessed. She also remembered that right 
at that very moment Kay Carroll was quite probably watching the whole 
obscene thing, and she felt embarrassed that the older woman would see 
her this way, instead of the way she had intended. She had wanted Mrs. 
Carroll to see her making beautiful romantic love with Jim ... not 
being stuck like a squealing pig from both ends ... helplessly skewered 
between two rampaging cocks. She had to end it soon, one way or 
another.

*  *  *

Kay Carroll clung to the edge of the window sill. Beneath her leather 
gloves she knew that her knuckles must be white with strain and cold. 
Her feet, even though garbed in fur-lined boots were icy cold in the 
snow beneath the window and she was chilled through completely. Tears 
streamed down her face, forming icy crystals on her cheeks as she 
observed the horrible scene inside the house with disbelieving, 
horrified eyes. She had wanted to turn and run screaming some time ago, 
but had been unable to move from the spot. Something had kept her 
there, some masochism had impelled her ... had made her want to see it 
ALL! ... every dirty thing that her husband was involved in!

She had wanted to melt right into the snow, to disappear from the face 
of the earth forever, so as not to have to face the hideous reality of 
what was going on in that room. But she remained through it all, a 
betrayed wife, watching her husband taking part in the brutal 
ravishment of a young girl. She could sometimes see them very clearly 
when the moon came out from behind the clouds. At other times they were 
but murky shadows, like faintly seen demons from someone's personal 
hell. Now she could see Jim's naked buttocks facing the window, his 
muscular, hairy legs ... the same ones she had loved so much to look at 
when, before their marriage, they would go swimming out by the lake. 
Those same legs flexed and moved crab-like against the young girl's 
thighs as he flexed his hips up against her, sending his huge speeding 
cock high into her defenseless little womb,

Kay could see the other man behind them, and she thought that he looked 
familiar to her, but could not place his face ... As for the girl, from 
time to time her pert little face became highly visible, and Kay could 
take in the entire shocking panorama of pain, lust, and then more 
wanton lust as it etched itself on her youthful features. Then suddenly 
Kay dropped to the ground. For a brief instant the girl's eyes had 
opened wide and the peering wife could have sworn that she was looking 
directly at her through the window.

Kay crouched, trembling in the snow. "I must have been mistaken!" she 
thought. "She couldn't have possibly seen me!"

But she was so frightened and emotionally exhausted that she crept 
along the side of the house until she got to the front, then she ran 
down the steps to the sidewalk, and, without once looking back, she 
kept on running in the cold night air, until she got far away from 
Turnabout Lane.

*  *  *

Ginnie closed her eyes tight and felt bitter tears squeezing from 
beneath her long mascaraed eye-lashes. She had looked directly into Kay 
Carroll's eyes ... she was sure of it. Unless it was some trick of her 
imagination, she had read the horror, disgust, and hurt in the other 
woman's eyes. Her own torment had become a blinding force within her, 
and the humiliation of having been watched by the very woman she wanted 
to triumph over made her feel for an instant the total indecency of 
what she had set up for the other woman to see. But it was too late now 
to do anything about that! She could only bend her efforts and try to 
get herself out of this mess!

With an almost superhuman effort, she suddenly ground her buttocks 
backward, deliberately meeting the pain, meeting Winthrop Morgan's 
ramming cock head on. The hurt almost made her faint, but she did it 
again and again, desperately trying to finish him off so that she would 
not feel the terrible pressure of his unwanted, grease-slickened penis 
in her bowels. Furiously, she squirmed her backside toward him in lewd 
invitation to him to continue his indecent ravishment. But she had not 
reckoned with Jim, and with each hard back thrust she made, her 
clinging vagina massaged the massive instrument of his surging cock 
with even greater force.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH CHRIST!" he groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and 
churning against her, his massively pulsating penis slipping and 
worming itself up inside her hotly clasping cunt with new 
determination. Grunting and groaning into her mouth, he knew he was 
going to cream into her at any second. It was too good to go on for 
much longer!

In spite of herself Ginnie felt herself beginning to respond to Jim 
again. Deep inside her filled pussy a spark sprang up and then simply, 
without warning, exploded all out of control. Frantically she clung to 
his hair, her head flung back so hard that she hit Winthrop Morgan in 
the face. Her mouth gaped open wide, and her eyes rolled back into 
their sockets as she felt Jim plowing steadily into the tumultuous pit 
of her cunt. Behind her Morgan jerked upward into her buttocks and 
groaned loudly as he began to spurt thick hot jets of cum far up in the 
heated passage of her trembling white ass. His huge spewing cock 
quivered inside her, as her auburn hair flew from side to side, 
covering his face with its perfumed softness. She herself bucked and 
shimmied like an untamed animal against the two men.

"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, screaming, 
"Yes! YES!" over and over again as the waves of an all-powerful orgasm 
began to pound inside her wildly rejoicing pussy.

The two men-Jim, the up and coming young banker on the one side, and 
Winthrop Morgan, the well-established tycoon, on the other side-
squeezed and caressed her nakedly writhing tender flesh as the final 
convulsive stage of their ruthless fucking took hold of them all.

Jim could feel her cumming. Her tight little cunt was thirstily 
kneading at his jerking cock, milking him, and he was bursting apart 
himself. It was all coming loose, and he could feel his long exploding 
penis swelling inside of her with lightning speed. He made one last 
surging lunge into her, and then released wave after wave of his hot, 
thick cum deep into the burning passage of her flaring young pussy. His 
hairy balls smacked wetly against the smooth inner thighs, and he 
pressed in, feeling her tightly climaxing vagina filling with the 
sticky, white fluid of his own raging orgasm.

"HOT CUNT!" he groaned into her ear. Exhausted and thoroughly 
delighted, he fell back from her shuddering young nakedness. His spent 
penis slipped from her flooded vagina, and he lay on his back breathing 
heavily, his naked arm pressed against the cold of the window pane next 
to him.

"Now that's what I call fuckin'!" he heard Winthrop Morgan's voice say.

"I agree!" Jim said softly, more to himself than to anyone else.


Chapter 5 


Jane Anderson put the teapot on the stove and turned on the fire 
beneath it. "What she really needs is a drink!" she said out loud to 
herself. In her living room, a few feet away, sat her sister-in-law, 
Kay. All upset and about to have a nervous breakdown because she'd 
discovered Jim was cheating on her! Jane went over to the cabinet and 
took out a bottle of brandy. She supposed that she ought to be a little 
more sympathetic, but she knew that her husband, Kay's brother, was not 
cheating on her! The other way round was more like it. She wished that 
more women would wise up to the fact that there's no sense sitting home 
alone all the time when there are interesting people in the world 
besides your husband!

Jane was tall and buxom, her dark hair framed her face in such a way 
that many people compared her to Jane Russell. She always laughed 
whenever anyone said this, but was inwardly pleased at the comparison. 
Her big breasts were always an asset wherever she went, with men 
anyway, and she really did not care much about women. She cared a lot 
about her husband, Ed, though, in spite of a few casual encounters 
she'd had since their marriage, and the only thing she really had to 
complain about was his jealousy. Why, she had not even looked at 
another man in months, but to hear Ed tell it, she was just champing at 
the bit.

"Well," she thought now as she poured some brandy for her sister-in-
law, "Maybe I am!" Something about Kay's story had made her get that 
old gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly. Yes, it would be nice to 
do some just plain old fucking with someone else besides Ed ... and the 
sooner the better! She took a small tray with the brandy and the tea 
pot and cups into the living room. Kay sat on the couch biting her 
fingernails, her long, blonde hair was a mess.

"God, you've really got it bad, kid!" Jane said putting the tray down 
in front of the slightly younger woman. "It's not all that horrible, 
honey!" She sat down next to her on the couch, letting her short skirt 
ride up and exposing her statuesque legs clear up to the thighs.

Kay moved over a bit. She was almost sorry that she had come. But she'd 
not known who to turn to after the horrible awakening about what kind 
of man her husband really was ... and finally after giving it some 
thought, she'd come over to her brother's house to talk to his wife, 
Jane. Jane was a little crude, and Kay had not always liked her, but 
she knew that the older woman had much more experience than she had had 
with men, and consequently she hoped to get some kind of advice from 
her.

"You'd better drink more of that brandy than the tea, sweetie. You're 
shaking like a leaf! Now come on, tell me the rest! Don't tell me that 
you actually went to that address?"

Kay nodded her head solemnly, yes! She was going to break into tears 
again at any moment if Jane did not stop talking to her like that!

"Oh, Jane," she blubbered, setting her brandy glass down, "I know I'm a 
fool ... I may have done the wrong thing ... but don't make it any 
worse!"

Jane apologized and sat still. She'd just let her blonde sister-in-law 
tell her everything in her own time. They had all afternoon before Ed 
got back from the gas station. He'd come in around five or so to get 
dinner and then go back and work at night for a few hours. He owned the 
station and did all the repairs himself. She wondered what Ed would say 
if he saw his normally cool, calm, and collected sister now! Jane bet 
he had never seen Kay like this! Jane had always been a little jealous 
of her sister-in-law. What with her being married to that gorgeous hunk 
of bachelor, Jim. Jane thought now of the lucky young lady who was 
receiving his favors, wondering who'd had the guts to go after him. Jim 
was hardly the type of person to start anything on his own!

Jane carefully studied her young sister-in-law's face. "God, even when 
she's been crying all night and day, she still looks like a goddamn 
goddess!" she thought. "If I'd been crying like that I'd have to spend 
two days at home with the blinds drawn." Kay was going on meanwhile, 
stuttering out the entire story of the phone call and the horrid sight 
of what she'd seen at the house on Turnabout Lane. Jane listened, her 
face as passive as she could possibly make it, considering the fact 
that she was getting more and more excited by Kay's description of the 
three-way orgy.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, "That must have been really something ... seeing 
them in there buck naked and ..."

"Oh, please, Jane ... PLEASE!" Kay was crying again, and Jane felt a 
distinct sensation of hostility toward her sister-in-law. It was 
probably all her fault that Jim had to look elsewhere for a little 
excitement, she figured. She was secretly glad that something had at 
last happened to shake up her prim, little housewife of a sister-in-
law!

"Well, come on, kid, stop crying ... you want me to help you figure out 
something? My feeling is that you should ignore the whole thing. Jim is 
just having a little fling ... most men get around to it eventually ... 
and he'll be his old self again before you know it!" She was helping 
herself to more of the brandy and pouring another glass for Kay as 
well. She said every reassuring phrase that came to her mind, all the 
while thinking about that address on Turnabout Lane. She remembered 
going to a wild party there last year, and she'd heard tell then that 
the host was Winthrop Morgan ... It was hard to tell because everyone 
had been blindfolded, and Morgan was known to own over six properties 
in and around town. Jane was very interested to learn that the parties 
were on again. She'd only been able to get away one time last year, and 
the thought that she might get another chance to go to one of the 
swinging affairs was an extremely pleasant one. She needed a little 
fun! If only she could think of some way to get out of the house! Her 
husband Ed was very interested in how she spent just about every waking 
hour, and it wasn't going to be easy to get away once she did get 
herself invited to one of those parties!

"Do you really think that's the way to handle it?" Kay inquired, 
shakily sipping her tea, and then setting it down to lift the brandy 
glass which was indeed easier to handle.

"What? Oh, yes ... ignore it ... pretend that you do not know a thing 
... get yourself a few new frilly undies and make it up to him in bed!" 
Jane was thinking that she herself would be very interested in "making 
it up" to her handsome brother-in-law herself. Maybe, one day she would 
get the chance!

Kay shuddered. "I won't let that filthy monster touch me! The very 
thought of it makes my skin crawl!!"

"Well, honey ... that's not quite the right attitude ..." Jane tried to 
persuade her husband's younger sister to be more lenient toward Jim, 
all the while thinking, "You little simp ... what do you think you've 
got down there between your legs ... Fort Knox?"

The two women talked until it began to grow dark outside, and Jane got 
up to defrost the dinner she was planning for her husband that night. 
It was a special lasagna dish that she had made herself a few weeks 
earlier and frozen so that they could enjoy the treat later on. Ed 
always enjoyed her good cooking and Jane was very proud that she was 
able to keep his stomach as well as his body satisfied. Her mother had 
always told her that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, 
but she had never relied solely upon her dinners to keep Ed contented. 
Actually it wasn't so much to keep him happy that she encouraged their 
extremely active sexual life together. She herself seemed to need an 
extra amount of satisfaction, just to maintain her equilibrium. That 
was why she occasionally felt the urge to cheat on her husband Ed.

She made a strong, hot toddy for Kay who seemed unable to budge from 
the living room sofa, and then busied herself in the kitchen. She was 
very curious to see Ed's reaction when he came home and found his 
sister half-stewed in the living room. She got a little kick out of the 
idea that finally Kay would slip from that pedestal that Ed always kept 
her on. Kay was no better than anyone else ... he would find that out 
soon enough! Her sister-in-law was finally getting a little taste of 
life, instead of just going around like some giant Barbie doll with a 
mound of flesh-colored plaster where her cunt ought to be! She was 
feeling so good that she began to sing in the kitchen, and shortly the 
wonderful aroma of the lasagna and fresh broccoli filled the kitchen. 
She made a dressing for the salad, and then dashed upstairs to change. 
She glanced into the living room on her way up and noted that Kay had 
turned on the television set. The news was on ... something about the 
war, and Kay was sitting as though mesmerized watching it. "Jim's not 
getting any supper tonight!" Jane thought as she changed into a gold 
blouse that had a deep "vee" neckline. She pulled on a pair of tight 
black stretch knit pants, and pleased with herself, went back 
downstairs. She was expecting Ed at any moment now.

She paused in the living room to ask Kay if she would like to stay for 
dinner, but Kay declined. "I'm going home in a few minutes, Jane ... as 
soon as I get myself together! You have a new TV!"

"Oh, yes ... the color ... well, you know we really can't afford it ... 
but the last time we were at your house Ed was so taken with your color 
TV that he decided we had to have one, too. The payments are not too 
bad, though. I guess yours is paid for!"

"Y ... yes ... it is ..." Kay felt a little dizzy. She did not feel 
better at all after having confided in her sister-in-law. In some ways 
she felt worse ... much worse! There was an emptiness inside her ... a 
hollow that had once been filled with the secure feeling she'd had 
about herself and her place in the world. Now she didn't quite know who 
she was or what was going to happen next. She felt frightened, and even 
though she knew that she ought to leave, Kay thought perhaps she might 
feel better if she could just see her brother. He always cheered her 
up. She knew that Ed had always looked after her when they were little, 
calling her a fairy princess. He still called her princess, in fact. Of 
course she couldn't tell him anything about what had happened ... but 
just one of his bear hugs would feel awfully good right then!

Jane stared at her for a second; it was obvious the blonde was not 
going to leave. "Well, you just relax and try to take your mind off 
your troubles. You'll see things will be ship-shape in a few weeks!" 
Jane disappeared into the kitchen. She felt terribly angry at Kay and 
slammed a few pots around before calming down. "Ought to be home taking 
care of her husband, so he doesn't have to get it in the street!" she 
mumbled. Jane felt extremely agitated. Her buxom body was filled with a 
nervousness that she knew Kay's story had caused. She knew that if Kay 
wasn't there moping in the living room, she would seduce Ed the second 
he came in the door, and they would have a good time right there on the 
couch. Often it was hours before they got around to having their 
dinner.

Suddenly there was the sound of Ed's car in the drive, and Jane looked 
quickly into the mirror that she kept in the broom closet. Her crimson 
lipstick was perfect, and her black curly hair shone in the overhead 
kitchen light. The familiar sound of Ed's footsteps sounded in the snow 
outside the back door, and Jane flicked on the light outside, opening 
the door in time to greet her stocky, wearily grinning husband. His 
face was cold as she kissed him, but his warm lips and tongue responded 
readily to hers as she put her arms around him right there in the 
doorway.

"Hey ... let me get my coat off anyway!" Ed was pleased, though, as he 
scratched his sandy hair. He was in the mood tonight, and had thought 
about Jane all the way home from the garage. He'd been working hard all 
day, and the warm kitchen with its good smells, and Jane's affectionate 
welcome conspired to give him the feeling that there was indeed no 
place like home. 

Jane felt the tension that Kay's visit had created in her dissipating 
as she drew Ed into the kitchen. She had a sudden inspiration. Why tell 
her husband right away that his sister was sitting in the living room. 
He would find that out later. Right now they could have a little fun 
right there in the kitchen, and no one would be the wiser.

Slowly, Jane's hands moved along Ed's body, worming under his jacket to 
the top of his pants. She quickly unzipped his fly and felt the 
rigidity of his sturdy penis throbbing heatedly against her fingers as 
she worked, and then she reached for it, and withdrew the rapidly 
growing stalk of hot flesh from his pants.

"HEY!" he cried out, steadying himself by putting his hands on the 
kitchen counter. But he was chuckling, his already red face flushing a 
deep crimson as he waited to see what Jane would do next. Jane was 
already crouching down in front of him. "Don't you worry," she said, 
"Nothing will burn ..."

"I'm already burning up," he countered, looking down on the top of her 
dark head. She began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down 
in a slow, magical rhythm that caused Ed's thick meaty cock to ache 
with longing beyond endurance. She knelt down onto the tiled kitchen 
floor and her red, wetly parted lips hovered a scant few inches over 
the moistly pulsing head of his penis. She held it tightly now, between 
both her hands, stroking it between the flat of her palms in a teasing 
up and down motion that caused his hips to move back and forth in time 
to her maddening caress. Then Jane's head dropped slowly down toward 
his pulsating hardness and, suddenly, her tongue darted forward, 
snakelike, the tip of it teasing at the wetness of the tiny gland on 
the end.

Ed sucked in his breath from the sudden contact. Chills rippled along 
the back of his spine, bringing the low rumble of a lustful moan to his 
lips as Jane brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed the whole 
of the sensitive cock head in a warm, moist pressure. Her soft lips 
tightened around it just below the head, trapping it completely inside 
the dark, wet cavern of her mouth.

"CHRIST!" he groaned, looking down at her shining black hair. She moved 
her head a bit and he could see his hard shaft of flesh sunk half-way 
between her tightly ovalled lips, and the sight increased the sensation 
ten times over, sending shuddering titillations all through him. His 
cock was wet and glistening as Jane gently began to massage the soft 
resiliency of his testicles with one hand and to stroke the base of his 
penis with the other, taking it between thumb and forefinger as she 
continued sucking gently up and down. It was incredible!

Ed could feel the softness of her tongue twirling madly around his 
impatiently throbbing member just as her lips pulled upward, the tip 
flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He 
flexed his buttocks and groaned again. This time louder!

In front of him, Jane could feel his throbbing reaction and began to 
suck a little harder. She let the tips of her teeth dig gently, ever so 
gently, into the hard, resisting flesh leaving small white trails where 
they had pressured the blood from beneath the surface of the skin. Her 
wetly quivering tongue began to swipe around and around the growing 
head of his cock until he thought it was near the bursting point. He 
could see the shaft growing bigger and bigger with each forward thrust 
of his wife's head, and he pushed forward sending almost all of the 
rigid shaft deep into her throat. Ed was certain that she would choke 
on it, but Jane took it in her stride and continued the maddening 
sucking, only pausing from time to time to gasp for breath.

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as he 
watched her at work over his hard excitedly pulsating cock. He had 
never seen her so determined, and she lunged over his lust-swollen 
flesh as though she had gone mad. The muscles of Ed's stomach tightened 
until he thought they would snap from the pressure, as he began to push 
forward still harder, thrusting his cock even further into the warm 
moistness of her open mouth. The red, painted flesh of her lips pulled 
out from her mouth, clinging greedily to his thrusting hard-working 
cock and he could see the crimson ring around his wetly glistening 
shaft where her lipstick had rubbed off.

Over and over again Ed groaned, and his lips moved crazily as he spit 
out the sounds from between clenched teeth. Then suddenly he gasped! 
The moment was here and now! A low, guttural sound started somewhere 
deep in his chest as he felt the hot, sticky sperm begin its mad dash 
from the hidden sanctity of his balls. It began spewing in thick hot 
streams into Jane's voraciously sucking mouth. Ed's head snapped back, 
and he looked toward the kitchen ceiling. He had almost forgotten where 
they were. For some reason his eyes focused on the kitchen clock that 
was high on the wall facing them; 6:29 it said. Looking down, he saw 
Jane's cheeks expanding and hollowing like a bellows as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding gushes of his cum to keep from choking:

"OOOOOHHHH BABY ... BABY ... BABY ... BAAABBYY!!" he shouted, his hands 
tangling cruelly in her dark hair, holding her head to the wonderful 
throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting instrument all the 
way down to her tonsils. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied the 
white hot liquid into the incredible soft warmth of her mouth and 
throat.

Ed moaned a last heart-rending sound and grunted finally in complete 
fulfillment. Slowly then his big prick began to deflate inside of 
Jane's mouth, but she continued sucking softly, gently drawing every 
last tiny drop of the sticky sperm from his spent cock.

When every last sensation had ebbed from his drained instrument, Ed 
felt Jane slowly, oh, so slowly, slipping her mouth from it.

"OH JESUS!" he said. A rush of sensation invaded him again, it was as 
though he wanted an immediate repeat, but then it was over. The warm 
air of the kitchen struck his quivering naked member, and Ed realized 
that he was starving.

Jane rose a little unsteadily from her knees, smiling broadly at her 
craggy faced husband. "Like it?" she inquired, making big, innocent 
brown eyes at him, her face flushed from her exertions.

"LIKE IT? Are you kidding, baby ... you blew my mind! You're gonna' get 
yours too ... I promise you that ... but first feed me ... I'm hungry 
as a horse!"

"It's already, hon ... and, oh yes, there is someone in the living 
room!" Jane laughed silently inside herself, thinking of Kay sitting 
there drinking while she sucked off her brother's cock in the kitchen. 
What a laugh!

"WHAT? You're kidding ... and you did that to me ... Jesus! Why didn't 
you tell me ...?" He was already headed toward the living room. Jane 
started taking the lasagna out of the oven.

"There's nobody here!" Ed's voice bellowed back from the living room. 
"Who the hell was it anyway? Or are you just putting me on?"

*  *  *

Kay picked herself up out of the snow drift. She stood knee deep in 
snow, having left her boots at her brother's house in her hasty exit. 
She had managed to grab her coat from the stand by the front door as 
she sped past, panicking as she jerked at the door, fleeing the lewd 
sounds of her brother's obscene pleasure.

Through bleary eyes, bloodshot from tears and the brandy her sister-in-
law had pressed on her, she looked up at the dark, cloudy sky. Has the 
world gone mad? The entire world? Or only me?

Having heard the strange strangled sounds coming from the kitchen, Kay 
had rushed to help Jane, thinking perhaps that she had burned herself. 
The sound was so awful that she had already visualized taking her to a 
nearby hospital for aid. But as she reached the door to the kitchen, 
she came to a sudden halt, for there in front of her were her brother 
and his wife. Her brother was standing by the back door bracing himself 
against the counter, his eyes closed in what seemed to be ecstatic 
bliss. While she watched, he emitted another low groan that seemed to 
come from deep inside his chest. His hands gripped Jane's bobbing head, 
pushing it steadily up and down upon his stiff, upstanding penis.

From her position, Kay could see it clearly, the beet-red, wetly 
glistening shaft appeared and disappeared into Jane's tightly ovalled 
lips. Kay thought she would never forget the way it looked or the 
expression upon her brother's face. Never had she thought of her 
brother in such a way, and now she had seen him indulging in that lewd 
act ... and enjoying it! She knew that her sister-in-law Jane was to 
blame for Ed's wanton behavior in the kitchen, but yet she felt she 
could not forgive her brother for succumbing to it.

She began to trudge along the snow. Her feet were beginning to grow icy 
cold. She shivered. The sight of Ed's thick, bloated penis seemed 
etched in her mind and she could not rid herself of it. Men ... she 
thought ... perhaps her blase sister-in-law was correct ... maybe they 
were all alike! Maybe they all liked orgies and filthy things! The 
thought added to her already deep depression as Kay continued home. She 
had only a few blocks to go, but without boots it seemed an eternity 
before she reached the shelter of her home.


Chapter 6 


It was very uncomfortable sleeping on the sofa in the library, but Kay 
couldn't back down now. She had made a big issue of it, and for the 
past week and a half Jim had the bedroom to himself. Each day was more 
difficult than the last, and Kay hardly knew whether to cook dinner or 
not to cook dinner, for Jim's hours were so irregular. Sometimes she 
would decide not to make anything at all, and she would go to a movie; 
that would be the night her husband came straight home from the bank, 
hoping for a home cooked meal. What was difficult was that Kay had a 
very hard time looking at him ... just looking at his face made her 
recall the night she had watched him through the window at 457 
Turnabout Lane. Then she would start crying again, her tears 
uncontrollable as she fought back the urge to tell him that she knew 
everything, that indeed she had seen just about every horrid detail of 
his indiscretion.

When he came home late, she would get to wondering if he had been out 
with that girl again. She'd lie awake in the library, listening to the 
sound of his key in the lock, and then his footsteps as he went past 
her door into the bedroom that they used to share together. Some nights 
his steps were uneven and faltering, and Kay suspected that he'd been 
out drinking. On one such night he had stopped outside her door, and 
for a few moments her heart thudded in her chest at the thought that he 
might try to come in. She couldn't remember whether or not she had 
locked the door, and she held her breath until he finally moved on. She 
heaved a sigh of relief, but deep down inside something was 
disappointed. She tossed and turned on the lumpy studio couch. What if 
he had come in? What if he had tried to make love to her?

There was a strange longing for him in her loins that she could not 
really deny as she tried desperately to fall asleep. But she knew that 
her normal sexual desires were for Jim as the perfect lover ... the man 
she'd thought she was getting before her marriage, and not the 
unfeeling beast she'd gotten! It was terrible to have such a thought 
... the feeling of still being in love with him, even though she knew 
that it was more than probable that their differences would never be 
straightened out now. Not after what he'd done! And yet she continued. 
Each day was a limbo during which she could visualize herself living 
alone one day, a sad and unhappy grass widow who would never marry 
again ... never know the delights of a wonderful husband ... never know 
the delight a wonderful romantic husband could offer.

It looked as though there would be no change at all, but then one 
afternoon Kay was preparing a special dinner-hoping Jim would come home 
and would perhaps discuss their differences-when the phone rang. Wiping 
her hands on her apron, she picked up the wall receiver that hung in 
the dining nook.

"Hi there ... it's Jane. How are you, hon?"

Kay felt her whole body stiffening. She had not heard from either her 
brother or sister-in-law since the day she had mistakenly run to Jane 
for advice. The anger and embarrassment she had felt when she'd 
stumbled upon them in the kitchen still consumed her, especially at 
night before she went to sleep ... when she would think back on the 
good times she and her brother had had as children, and contrast it 
with the odd way she felt toward him now that she had witnessed such an 
intimate act between him and his wife. She held it against both of 
them, but especially against Jane.

"Y ... yes ... Oh, I'm fine!" she replied, trying to hide the 
resentment in her voice.

"Listen, sweetie, I've been thinking about your problem, you know?"

"Listen Jane ... believe me, I can make out OK without any ..."

"No ... you've got to hear me out. Trust me ... I know just how to make 
that man of yours come to his senses. And it will only take a few short 
hours! Now, are you interested?"

Kay's hopes rose. Perhaps there was some salvation after all, and crude 
and awful as she was, her brother's wife might have the answer! In 
spite of a warning voice that cautioned her, she let her voice betray 
her hope.

When Jane heard this, she knew she would be able to persuade Kay to go 
to the party with her. It had been a wild idea, but it looked like it 
was going to work! Ed certainly couldn't object to her going out with 
his sister, and before the night was through she would have what she 
wanted ... a little fun in a few other guys' arms, and Kay might just 
have what she wanted. Quickly she detailed her plan, not mentioning 
that it was going to be an out and out orgy. She emphasized that Jim 
would be there, as would some of Granger's better known citizens.

"I'm sure that Jim's going to be there," Jane continued hurriedly, "... 
and probably with that same chick, too, no doubt ... the one you saw 
him with the last time. Now if you appear there, and Jim sees you, 
he'll think someone else invited you ... and he will get so jealous and 
ashamed of himself that you two have just got to make up!"

"But what kind of a party is it, Jane ... are you sure it's not one of 
those orgies!"

"Well, yeah ..." Jane said, thinking fast, "A few people might 
disappear into a bedroom for a little fast loving before the night is 
out, but you and Jim will be walking out of there before that happens 
... walking out of there arm in arm ... or at least you'll make up by 
the time you get home!"

"Well ... I just don't know ... Jane, I don't think I could face 
meeting those terrible people, and then seeing Jim ... and that 
girl!!!"

"Do you want him back or not? You're not a little girl any more, honey 
... you've got to fight like a woman ... otherwise ... curtains!"

Kay felt a twitch in her face as Jane spit out her words, and as much 
as she was against the whole idea, she knew that she would do it. She 
had absolutely no idea what else to do about the mess her life was in.

She would be fighting "fire with fire". It was an expression her 
mother, when she was still alive, liked to use, and now, for the first 
time in her life, Kay was going to take her mother's advice. She hung 
up the phone and realized she was shivering with the thought about what 
she had agreed to, but as she roamed the empty, sterile house she felt 
that she had to take some positive step to end the limbo her life had 
become. It didn't even look as though she and Jim lived in the house 
... it looked like one of those model homes set up for a hypothetical 
family ... and at the moment, that was exactly what Kay had, and she 
decided that even complete failure ... divorce and shame were better 
than what she was going through at the moment.

As usual, she heard nothing from Jim about his plans for that evening. 
She didn't doubt for a moment that he would be going to that address 
again. He had probably been going there steadily since that first night 
she had spied on him. The thought sent the usual twisting knife through 
her insides, and she desperately tried to calm herself as she dumped 
the beginnings of a very special meal down the garbage disposal. She 
watched, almost mesmerized, as it was sucked down the drain and 
shredded by a hundred whirling little knife blades. When it was all 
gone and the roaring sound had subsided to a shrill whine, the young 
wife nodded vigorously and then, tight-lipped, raced upstairs, her 
small feet padding soundlessly on the carpeted stairs. She would have a 
lot to do before she was ready to attend that party of Turnabout Lane. 
It involved turning herself into a completely different person ... a 
woman who was strong enough to face her husband and his teen-aged 
mistress, as well as the other loose moraled people he consorted with. 
There was also hopefully, the strong possibility that she would come in 
contact with the person who had been so hateful as to send her that 
anonymous letter.

She lay energetically filing her nails, across the big, double bed that 
was now occupied by her husband on the nights when he returned home. 
The room itself was a mess since Kay had not entered it since Jim's 
departure for the bank that morning. But somehow she cherished the 
disorder of the room as some sign of life in the house.

"TONIGHT," she thought, "I'll be another woman ... A woman who can take 
Jim away from that girl!" Her fists clenched tightly in determination, 
she dug her fingernails so hard into her palms that she almost drew 
blood.

*  *  *

Jane hung up the phone, and then jumped up and did a little dance 
around the room. She laughed and held onto her bouncing breasts to keep 
their weight from hurting as she swung around. Her halter top and tight 
pants looked as though they might give way at any moment under the 
stress of her motions, but they held until at last she sat back down 
again on the comfortable lounge chair. Out of breath, she reached 
forward and flicked on the color TV. There was a program coming on 
shortly: "The Doctors" ... it was a soap opera that took place in a 
hospital, and she never missed a single day if possible. She found it 
was easy to do just about anything else she wanted to and still watch 
the program for the plot developed so slowly that it was almost 
impossible to miss an important moment. Now as the familiar faces of 
the actors appeared on the large screen, she thought once again about 
the party that night. Her husband, Ed, jealous as he was, would never 
question her if she was going out with his sister. That had been the 
main reason for setting it all up with Kay, her motivation being to 
have a good time for herself. It also pleased her that she was going to 
get her prissy sister-in-law to attend an out and out orgy. She doubted 
if Kay had any real idea of what could happen before Jim showed up ... 
if he did show up!

Jane had gone to a lot of trouble to find out about the party ... one 
of a series on Turnabout Lane. She had been forced to contact an old 
lover, an insurance broker who was always up on such things in and 
around Granger. Then she had to practically blackmail him into 
revealing the information to her. She found out that he had seen Jim at 
the last two parties, and that the handsome young banker was almost 
certain to attend the next one with his new girl-friend, l7 year-old 
Ginnie Reordon. The pair had been going at it hot and heavy for the 
past two weeks, and her broker friend doubted if the romance would have 
cooled off just yet, judging from the things he had seen.

Jane smiled to herself and let her hand drop casually between her 
spread legs, feeling the tight material of her pants stretched taut 
over her pronounced pubic mound. She felt a familiar sensation of 
longing down there up between her full, tightly encased thighs, and she 
was glad that she was going to get a little action that night. She knew 
it would have to last her for a while, since heaven knew when she would 
manage to get away from her husband's eagle eye again.

She decided to call Kay back and suggest that her young sister-in-law 
come to meet her at the house. That way they could leave together, 
supposedly for the movies, and good old Ed would never be the wiser!

*  *  *

Ed Anderson cautiously closed the door behind the two women, and 
continued to peer out from behind the curtain watching them walk down 
the driveway toward the rebuilt VW that Jane drove. He had worked hard 
on that little car for her, but every time she drove away in it, he had 
that awful feeling that she was going to meet somebody in it. He 
watched his wife getting into the driver's side and then his sister Kay 
got in the other side. There was something very strange about the whole 
thing! Jane was dressed casually in a sweater and skirt ... but his 
blonde sister, Kay, was wearing a cocktail dress, and a very revealing 
one at that ... the sexy kind of a thing that he had never seen her 
wear before, he'd noticed too, that she had hardly met his eye during 
the five or ten minutes that she had been in the house. He was really 
certain now that his sister had seen Jane sucking him off in the 
kitchen that night, although his wife had assured him that it was 
impossible, telling him that Kay had called later to say that she had 
left in a hurry because something was in the oven and she feared the 
house would catch on fire.

Just as the little VW sped away, Ed abruptly recalled that his sister 
had the automatic kind of oven that would turn itself off if ever 
anything like that had happened. When he'd first heard his wife's 
excuse for Kay's hasty departure, he had been glad to believe that his 
sensitive younger sister hadn't seen him indulging in something he knew 
she probably would consider a lewd act. "Well ... maybe it is lewd," he 
thought, "but when your wife does it to you it's Ok!"

Still, though, it really didn't explain why Kay could not even look at 
him. Christ! She'd looked as if she had done something-not him! And 
then there was the fact that Jane and Kay were going out to that movie 
... the one in Havers Falls ... something called "A Woman's Story" ... 
the sexy kind of thing that Jane might be interested in ... but Ed 
hardly thought his sister would enjoy a Swedish movie about a bunch of 
horny broads. And, finally, the two women had never been friendly 
before, and Ed could understand why, what with Kay being so 
sophisticated and all, married to a banker, and Jane being ... well, 
down to earth. Why were they suddenly so buddy, buddy? Goddammit! They 
were up to something!

Before he had even finished formulating these thoughts, Ed was running 
out the back door. His beat up Chevy was waiting in the drive, and Ed 
knew that if he hurried he would find them ... not in Havers Falls, but 
right here in Granger. He had an image of Kay in that cocktail dress, 
her smooth, white breasts hanging out so far that Ed thought they might 
fall out if she bent over too far. He couldn't remember ever having 
seen his sister's breasts ... unless it was that one time when they 
were kids ... when he had surprised her in the shower. He'd done it on 
purpose really, but even at the time he hadn't admitted it to himself. 
He could still remember the shocked expression on Kay's face. She had 
been about 14 with perfectly formed little breasts ... and the golden 
triangle of her pussy had been lightly covered with a silken down. Ed 
remembered his eyes locking with his sister's and each reading shock 
... and some other mysterious thing ... in the depths of their dilated 
pupils.

The car started right away and the snow tires crunched upon the ice in 
the driveway.

"Christ!" Ed intoned out loud. "I know that I can't trust Jane as far 
as I can throw a stick ... but my baby sister, Kay? What in the hell 
are they up to?" He raced to the corner just in time to see the red VW 
turning right at the next corner, and since Ed knew that definitely was 
not the road to Havers Falls, he speeded up considerably, at the same 
time being careful to keep his distance ... so that his wife and sister 
would not see him!


Chapter 7 


Kay was terrified! She and Jane were greeted at the door by two males 
wearing masks, and to her horror one of the men was naked to the waist, 
and clad in red tights from the waist down. His rather large and 
ungainly feet were encased in a pair of outsized high heels that 
probably dated from 1942, judging from their style. It was so bizarre 
that she would have bolted then and there had not her sister-in-law 
kept a tight grip upon the soft, naked flesh of her arm.

Jane seemed to know the one in tights very well, and he seemed 
overjoyed to fetch special masks for them, not just the plain black eye 
masks, but two very feminine over-all face masks that left only the 
mouth and chin visible. The one that Kay chose was the face of a cat, 
and it had silver sparkles all over it giving her the appearance of a 
large Persian when she looked at herself in the hall mirror.

Jane's was a fox mask, and Kay couldn't help thinking how much the 
features of the pointy nosed animal resembled those of her sister-in-
law. As nervous as she was, Kay felt considerably better once she had 
the mask on. It looked rather nice, she thought, and it didn't make her 
feel so self conscious about having worn such a revealing dress. One 
compensated for the other, she told herself.

"It's like a fiesta, girls!" one of the men was saying. "Come on in now 
... anyone ever been in Rio during Carnival ... madness ... absolute 
madness! That's what tonight feels like ... Come on in ... there's 
plenty to drink!"

Timidly Kay followed her buxom sister-in-law as she entered the 
spacious living room behind the two men. She wanted to ask which of the 
men was the host, but Jane didn't seem predisposed to talking. The 
young wife stood just inside the living room and looked around at the 
shadowy figures who were scattered about the fire-lit room. It was 
still early and there weren't many people there, but Kay was quaking 
with fear that her husband Jim might already be there ... that he and 
that girl might be watching her now! She hoped that the dress, one that 
she had never worn before and which was unlike anything that she had in 
her extensive wardrobe, would help protect her identity until such time 
as she wanted to make it known. Still, though, she cringed at the 
thought that every single person there ... most of them faceless shapes 
and disembodied cocktail party voices ... was commenting on the fact 
that Mrs. James Carroll had just walked in the door.

Within seconds drinks had been placed in their hands. Jane had 
requested a rye and soda from the elderly man who asked her, and even 
though Kay didn't really like the taste, she ordered a scotch because 
she had been led to believe that tasteful people drank it.

"Well, let's just sit over here, honey, until someone familiar comes 
in!" Jane pointed out a low sofa that was on the side of the room. 
There was a man hovering near them, trying to catch their eye, but Kay 
ignored him and quickly sat down beside Jane. She was thankful, 
however, that no one else at the gathering was wearing anything more 
bizarre than a business suit. The scotch was beginning to calm her 
nervousness, and for a few seconds she was almost able to convince 
herself that she wasn't really Mrs. Kay Carroll ... that she was 
someone else ... just a young woman who would be interested in 
attending such a party!

"Jane" she asked curiously, "Do you actually KNOW some of these people? 
I mean ... have you ...?"

"Been to parties like this before ... sure ... oh, long before your 
brother and I were married, of course ... but some of the old people 
are still around!"

"I ... I certainly want to thank you for trying to help me out like 
this ... But ... it does feel strange." Kay looked around her. Some of 
the couples had begun to dance at the other end of the room. "You're 
definitely right ... I have to meet Jim on his own grounds!" She spoke 
the last with a slight quiver of her lower lip. It was still horrible 
to think that her husband was being so grossly unfaithful to her. That 
there was not a shadow of doubt about it, or of the fact that he chose 
to flaunt his new lover shamelessly at public gatherings like this! Her 
eyes burned a little, and she was thankful that her mask hid her 
expression. Her fingers twisted painfully around each other, and she 
sat with her legs tightly crossed, so much so that the circulation of 
her lower leg was being cut off. She changed position to keep it from 
falling asleep and noted that her inner thighs beneath her nylons were 
moist and clammy from nervousness.

"Oh, God," she thought, "I've got to have another drink ... Suppose Jim 
were to walk in now, what would I do?" The way she had visualized it 
was totally different from the actuality of the party. It really didn't 
seem so very different from any party that she had been to except that 
everyone was wearing a mask ... and, of course, there'd been that man 
in the tights and high heels. Earlier, she had imagined herself deep in 
conversation with some handsome, very attentive man. She had brought 
along a package of cigarettes in case she needed to do something with 
her hands. The handsome man would be lighting her cigarette, and she 
would be contemplating going out for some air with him ... he would beg 
her to leave the party with him, and just then Jim would come in with 
that little snip. He would be tiring of her already, for he would have 
found out that there was no substance to her ... no real substance. And 
she, Kay, would laugh up into the stranger's face, blowing out the 
smoke of her cigarette, and Jim would rush over to her and angrily take 
her away from the party. She would know that he still loved her, and 
that night ... oh, she knew full well, that that night in bed she would 
respond to him, whatever his mood. She would be ready for him!

She felt a sudden undeniable twitch between her legs at the thought of 
it. If only she could get a second chance!

Kay was snapped out of her reverie by the realization that Jane was 
getting up. The man she had noticed earlier had approached them and had 
asked Jane to dance. To the blonde young wife's dismay her buxom 
sister-in-law jumped up eagerly, and was being danced away to a lively 
Latin beat before any objections could be made. She could see the 
outline of Jane's full, rounded buttocks swaying in time to the music, 
the two loaves of her soft, girdleless behind trapped in the tightness 
of her skirt, struggling against the material ... and then Kay could no 
longer see her at all.

A feeling of utter loneliness came over her as her dark-haired sister-
in-law disappeared in what had become a sea of people, and to keep from 
spinning off into a panic, Kay stood up and headed toward the bar, 
where a congenial bartender administered drinks and snacks. Kay was 
shocked by her surroundings in that the house was more elegant than any 
she and Jim had ever been invited to in their usual social activities, 
and the caliber of the food and liquor that was served was obviously of 
a top cut. She had expected something a shade seedier somehow. The 
second scotch tasted good and, uncertainly, Kay looked around her. She 
was afraid of being approached by anyone, and yet she was more afraid 
of being alone ... an unwanted wallflower ...

Several unattached men seemed to be looking at her, and self-conscious, 
despite her cat mask, Kay began to walk away from the bar. Perhaps she 
could find the bathroom, or some place where she could relax for a few 
minutes and freshen her lipstick, the only part of her make-up visible 
beneath her mask. She wandered down a dimly lighted hallway and 
discovered a small room to the left that appeared to be the study. 
After looking inside and seeing that the room was empty, Kay entered 
and closed the door behind her, then collapsed on a leather sofa that 
faced a wall of books. She felt as though a great weight had been 
lifted from her.

The strain was really tremendous, and she was thankful for the 
opportunity to be away from the party. She began to wonder what on 
earth she was doing there at all! In the calm and quiet of the library 
room Kay finished her drink, and decided that the thing to do now was 
to leave. She would go outside in a few minutes and find Jane, and 
together they would depart ... before Jim came and found her there ... 
before anything real could happen. It would be as though she had never 
come at all, and she would find some other way to solve her problems 
... some way that did not involve such masquerading.

"WHAT'S NEW PUSSY CAT?" Kay nearly jumped out of her skin at the sound 
of a man's voice behind her. She whirled around on her seat, and almost 
dropped her glass when she saw a tall, black man directly behind the 
sofa. His friendly smile only frightened her, and all she could think 
of was screaming ... screaming at the top of her lungs. She began to 
search for her purse on the sofa, and started to scramble to her feet.

"I ... I was just leaving. Going home ... Excuse me, I didn't know 
there was anyone in this room ..."

The large man pulled himself up to his full height, and Kay found 
herself craning her neck in order to see him clearly. He was well over 
6 feet, and in fact, Kay didn't think she had ever seen a man as tall 
as he was.

"I was doing some meditation exercises behind the sofa there ..." he 
said. "Nothing like it for clearing the head. Especially when it's so 
noisy out there with all those prowling cats looking for a bird in 
someone else's tree."

"I ... I see ... well, I really must be going ..." Kay stood and 
started toward the door.

"What's your hurry ... You're not still frightened are you?" There was 
something menacing in the dark man's tone that sent a shiver of fear 
tracing down Kay's spine. She was thankful that he could not see her 
face ... or her eyes ... surely they would give away the utter terror 
she felt.

"No ... no, of course not ..." she stammered, lying. "No ... I just ... 
have to go, that's all." There were two feet of space between her and 
the door, and Kay realized that this black man could easily step in 
front of her with one giant step and block her way. She remembered that 
old saying about animals being able to scent your fear, and how it was 
important not to let them know it, otherwise they would attack. But why 
was she thinking of animals. She couldn't help it ... this big, black 
man reminded her of a primitive creature, the way he stood defiantly 
watching her, his own eyes hidden by a thin, black mask, through which 
two glinting dark points looked out. She had not known many black 
people, other than her cleaning maids, and a couple of girls in high 
school. Granger was a predominantly white town, although Kay learned 
through the papers that there was a greater percentage of "non-whites" 
in the area than ever before. Certainly, she had never expected to meet 
a Negro at any party she attended, even this one. But now she realized 
that her thinking was probably hopelessly old-fashioned. If she had 
seen a man wearing high heels and tights at the door, why hadn't she 
expected that there might be someone of a different color there.

"Why don't you stay ... talk a while ... nothing's happening out there 
... a bunch of meat heads ... You're much better off in here with me 
..." He moved and did just what the blonde wife had been afraid of ... 
standing between her and the door. He moved with the grace of a 
panther, so easily that she didn't even see him do it. He was just 
there standing tall and confident in front of her, looking down at her 
with what she took to be a curious expression on his face. She felt 
suddenly ridiculous in her cat mask, and she remembered that her dress 
was very revealing ... revealing the full, smooth whiteness of her 
breasts to this man, and that he probably thought ...

"Oh, God!" she said, "You mustn't think ... I'm one of those out there. 
I'm only here because my husband ..."

"Yeah ... that's why most of the chicks are here ... because of their 
husbands ... usually Daddy wants to swing, and his old lady thinks she 
might just as well know what he's doing, rather than have him do it 
behind her back. After the first time the little lady is raring to go 
... never knew a little strange cock could go down so good!"

"OH NO ... I ... NO, IT'S NOTHING LIKE THAT!" Kay stepped back, her 
hands automatically covering the bared part of her breasts. The black 
man kept on talking as though she had not said anything.

"Or else the little lady's out alone for some fun, cause she's not 
getting any at home!! ... Whatever it is, not many chicks will admit 
it! Not many chicks will admit they're here for sport ... it's always 
because of someone else that they're doing it!"

"But ... I ... I ... I." Kay was backing steadily away. She glanced 
behind her, hoping against hope that there might be some other way out 
of the room.

"YOU TRYING TO TELL ME THAT YOU ARE NOT LIKE ANY OF THE SWEET LADIES 
I'VE BEEN TALKING ABOUT?" he started walking slowly towards her, his 
arms outstretched dramatically to emphasize his ironic tone.

"THAT'S RIGHT ... OH, I'M SO GLAD THAT YOU UNDERSTAND ... I'M NOT ... 
REALLY I'M NOT!"

The big man laughed, and the sound of the sinister bell-like tones 
dimmed the wonderful hope that Kay had had that she was being 
understood ... that in just a few minutes she would be out in the 
fresh, night air on her way back to her own home.

"RIGHT!" he almost shouted, "YOU'RE GONNA TELL ME THAT YOU DIDN'T KNOW 
WHAT KIND OF PARTY THIS WAS!!!" It was obvious that he could hardly 
control his mirth now, and Kay felt her face flushing as she almost 
broke into a run to put herself behind the sofa, away from the black 
man.

"HEY!" he cried, "DON'T RUN AWAY ... YOU DON'T WANT TO OFFEND ME NOW, 
DO YOU?"

"No ... no, it's not that ... you've got to listen to me." Kay made a 
last ditch attempt to reason with the man, trying to remember that she 
was a grown woman with intelligence who could certainly explain her 
situation to him. It just didn't seem possible that she could be placed 
in a position where all her upbringing and her recently attained status 
in the town couldn't help her. But her voice came out a thin quaver, 
that was not at all what she had intended.

"I ... came in here ... this room ... because I wasn't feeling well, 
and now I've got to get some fresh air ... my husband should be 
arriving at any time now ... to take me home ..." It didn't make any 
sense, but she tried to say something that would make some kind of 
impression on the big black man who stood watching her, his hands now 
on his narrow hips as he listened to her pathetic story. Absurdly, she 
noted that he was very well dressed. Perhaps he was someone very well 
known, she thought ... like that movie star she had seen in a movie 
once ... certainly he was no product of a slum, this man ... he could 
be reasoned with.

"Fine ..." he said, "We'll just wait for that lucky gentleman ..." He 
sat down on the sofa, deceptively off guard. Kay thought she could make 
the door if she ran quickly enough.

"I assume ... he's lucky, that is ... judging from those fine knockers 
of yours ... and that nice, high-class ass. For a honky chick you're 
not bad at all. And I bet you like to get your pussy tickled."

Kay stiffened at his vulgarity, sensing her confidence of a few moments 
before commencing to falter. She blinked her eyes tightly shut, and in 
spite of herself she could feel tiny unwanted sensations flitting 
through her stomach again, like when she'd thought of Jim earlier and 
imagined them making love.

"HOW ... HOW DARE YOU!!!" she cried, tears beginning to rise in her 
eyes. "How dare you talk to me like that!"

"Oh, come off it ..." He put his head back on the sofa and peered up 
and back at her insolently. "You're not gonna tell me that you're not 
the least bit curious to know what a good, stiff, black prick would 
feel like up in your little blonde pussy!"

Kay made a sudden dash for the door, and she was pulling desperately at 
the handles when she felt him overtake her. His long arms wound around 
her waist, and pulled her away from the door. In what appeared to be an 
afterthought, he turned the lock sideways and it clicked decisively.

"Oh ... OOOO ... please ..." she screamed, "Don't force me to do 
anything ... I couldn't possibly ... I'll do anything ... money ... 
I'll give you money!"

He was holding her tightly now ... holding her around the waist from 
behind, and she could feel him pulling her closer and closer until she 
could feel the bony hardness of his legs and the hardness of his pelvis 
pressing against her buttocks and the backs of her legs. She heard him 
chuckle, and she was overcome with dreadful apprehension as she felt a 
stiff bulkiness moving ominously against her soft buttocks. She 
struggled and twisted to free herself, but he held on fast.

"I don't believe it ... you're gonna offer me money, too??? I'm gonna 
get to fuck the shit out of that little pussy between your legs ... and 
get some bread, too??" His hands moved down from her waist, folding 
over her stomach, the fingers wriggling almost gleefully, until he 
reached the soft mound of her pubic "vee" where it lay hidden beneath 
the skirt of her cocktail dress.

"No ... PLEASE ... that is not what I mean ... no, don't touch me ... 
you can't make me do anything ... I'm a married woman ... no one but my 
husband has ever touched me!"

"Well, in that case, I'll bet he'll be thankful that someone else 
showed you a few new tricks ... Nothin's worse than an old lady who 
don't know how to fuck and suck!"

Kay noticed that the black man's speech was becoming more and more 
slurred, his accent getting thicker and now theatrical, with each 
passing second ... whereas at the start he had spoken without the 
slightest trace of an accent. Wild thoughts of kneeing him in the groin 
... of using a judo hold she had once seen demonstrated but didn't 
really know how to do, entered her mind. She regretted not having taken 
that karate class that all the women were going to at the adult 
education courses at the high school. She regretted never having tried 
to get to know any of the few black people she had come in contact with 
in her life ... thinking that somehow this might help her reason with 
this man. It even occurred to her that she was being punished somehow 
for her secret feeling that black people really were asking for too 
much. Truth was, she didn't have the vaguest idea what they wanted at 
all, and now the odd thought that she was paying for that lack of 
interest, filled her with despair.

And then, he was drawing her to him, turning her about, disregarding 
her hands against his chest, his powerful arms crushing her to him as 
his hot mouth came down in search of hers, finding it, and pressing his 
lips wetly to hers in a tight grinding manner. She groaned and 
struggled feebly for a panicky moment, feeling his black hand pressed 
hard to the soft whiteness of her breast. She realized the futility of 
the situation, and let herself go limp, thinking that he might stop and 
let her go. But then she was surprised at how soft his lips became 
against hers, and once more the tiny, little butterflies went flitting 
through her stomach.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it ..." he said, grinning down at her, as 
his hand began to stroke the softly warm flesh of her breast down 
inside her low cut dress. "Just relax," he whispered, "and let yourself 
go ... in a few moments you will be wiggling and groaning, pulling your 
legs way back and shoving your cunt in my face, so's I can lick your 
little hot clit!"

"WHAT????" Kay groaned in desperation, the terrible memory of her 
wedding night coming back to torture her with full force. Had she only 
known then that something more awful could happen than having your 
husband want to make oral love to you ... something like what was 
happening to her now! Even her husband's brutal rape on their wedding 
night seemed like a lark, a mere nothing compared to the prospect of 
having this black stranger touch her intimately. But horrible as it was 
she couldn't fight him. He was too strong for her, and even her own 
love-starved body was beginning to betray her.

The effect of the drinks she'd had and the abject fear she'd been 
experiencing combined to turn her into a loose bundle of raw nerve 
ends, and she felt herself rapidly losing control. She knew in her 
bones that to plead anymore was useless, and she made no effort to stop 
his fumbling inside the "vee" of her dress. Closing her eyes and biting 
her lower lip hard, she felt him cupping her nakedly sensitive breasts, 
sending tiny, licking flames of passion flowing across the satiny 
flesh. To her horror, small pinpricks of delicious feeling raced 
through to the tip of the pliant globular mound as the black fingers 
rolled the pink, hardened nipple maddeningly about. The heat of the big 
man's breath seared her ear, and once more he was moving his head to 
bring his wet hungry lips down on hers.

Kay felt as though all the substance inside her had melted. A kind of 
madness now inhabited her ... something akin to masochism, something 
similar to the rack victim's love felt for the torture-master. What was 
happening was so impossible that she was almost free to take part in it 
... freed from her former self and all the problems that she had 
brought into that room with her. In a wild gesture she thrust her own 
tongue forward sharply, and the tall Negro sucked it in deep into the 
dark wetness of her mouth. OH GOD! His kisses were like burning fire in 
her mouth!

Encouraged by her response, he pulled her over to the sofa. "Hey, 
little girl ... lessee what ya' look like naked!" His words abruptly 
brought back the realization of what she was doing, and she tried to 
break away from his strong arms. But she found she was almost too weak 
to stand, much less get away from her tormentor. In futile protest she 
rolled her head back and forth as he sat her down on the sofa, limply 
moaning as she felt him begin to unclothe in front of her.

Her whole life was swimming before her eyes, just as she had heard 
always happened when you were drowning, and she realized that she was 
drowning ... she was lost ... utterly and totally lost. Naked to the 
waist he was moving toward her again, his arms embracing her, as her 
hand went flat against his darkly glistening, muscular chest. She was 
amazed at how smooth his dark mahogany skin was ... she had somehow 
expected it to be rough. She moaned once and then his mouth was glued 
to hers once more, his tongue imparting to her mouth a rich taste that 
was totally unfamiliar, moving between her lips and past the barrier of 
her small, white teeth.

The helpless young blonde was being pushed backward until she thought 
she would have to let herself go, and she did just that ... and was 
pushed prone upon the couch. She dared not look at him, and her eyes 
remained shut. She gasped rapidly for breath as she felt his hand 
tracing the soft, hot flesh of her inner thighs. Her dress fell back 
with a soft purring noise as it moved on her nylon stockings until it 
reached a smooth patch of nakedly white skin.

Now he was kneeling beside her, his torso pressing hard against her 
breasts, so that only her lower half was mobile; yet her legs felt 
paralyzed as the cool night air in the room caressed them, and the 
Negro's middle finger slid gently inside the elastic leg band of her 
little white panties, actually touching the soft membrane interior of 
her hair-lined slit. An unexpected and unwanted thrill ran through her, 
so strong that she was literally welded to the sofa. She lay stunned as 
the warmly sensitive lips of her vagina were parted and his fingers 
slipped smoothly into its hot wetness to find the inner lining that 
enshrined her pulsating clitoris.

Kay's breath caught in her throat, and just then visions of Jim loomed 
up in her fogged brain as if he were somehow standing there staring 
down at her, a contemptuous sneer contorting his handsome features ... 
and behind him, his teenaged mistress ... Where were they now? 
Somewhere outside that door at that very moment ... she froze at the 
thought ... trying to squirm and struggle with renewed strength against 
the rising emotions in her body. Her fingernails dug into the naked 
brown flesh of his arms.

"WHAT THE FUCK?" he howled out, his dark features twisting in pain as 
he glared down at Kay. "What the fuck's wrong with you ... I thought 
you were digging it!"

"Get away from me ... don't touch me!" she was shrieking ... "YOU BEAST 
... YOU ANIMAL!"

"You shouldn't have said that ..." he reached out, catching her wrists 
and holding them fast, throwing his weight on top of her and almost 
crushing her with his powerful body until she couldn't move a muscle.

"All right, white bitch ... you want it the hard way ... you'll get it 
the hard way ... nobody is going to cock-tease Spade Johnnie!" He 
reached savagely down between them and hooked his fingers into the 
sheer, wispy material of Kay's nylon panties and ripped them away with 
one vicious jerk.

"I was gonna' make it nice for you ... but now I'm goinna fuck you like 
a pig ... ever see pigs fuckin'? It's something else! And you can 
scream all you like, ol' Winnie Morgan has the thickest walls in town!"

It was the first time that Kay had heard the banker's name, and the 
thought that he was the host of the party ... someone to whom she 
probably had spoken to outside ... threw her off balance.

"OH GOD ... NO ... I'M SORRY ... DON'T ... DON'T DO IT TO ME!" she 
pleaded, hot tears streaming down her chest as he grabbed her roughly, 
and shoved her dress up over her hips and around her waist, exposing 
the full ripeness of her white voluptuous thighs, the soft hair 
covering her golden toned pussy quivering below the flatness of her 
belly. Horrified, she felt him fumbling with his pants and saw them 
slide down over his lean hips, and she caught a glimpse of his thick 
black cock in his hands. It looked like an enormous rounded pole, so 
hard and so big that she could not imagine it ever fitting inside any 
woman, much less inside her. He grunted and ground himself down upon 
her, forcing his way between Kay's legs, spreading the long, luscious 
thighs unmercifully as he guided his burgeoning member forward. 
Roughly, he shoved her legs behind the knees to raise them as high as 
possible, while he positioned the thick, rubbery head of his massively 
throbbing penis to the full fleshy lips of her cringing little cunt.

Kay tossed her blonde head wildly ... the golden curls coming free from 
the elastic on her cat mask ... the mask itself had been knocked askew, 
but it still effectively covered her features. Closing her eyes with a 
shudder of horror, Kay felt the insinuating contact of his blood-
swollen cock as it pushed against the sensitive ragged edges of her 
involuntarily seeping pussy. She held her breath for what seemed an 
eternity, petrified into subjugation, beneath him.

"OH GOD HELP ME ... OH GOD HELP ME!" she cried, gasping as the first 
hard pressure against the tight elastic opening of her hair-fringed 
vaginal lips.

He pushed again.

"AARRGGHHH!" she cried out as the tip slipped through, cruelly 
stretching the tight resilient passage until Kay felt as though her 
thighs were splitting apart from the almost unbearable pressure. It was 
happening ... it was actually happening ... this huge black man was 
raping her ... forcing her to submit to his will ...

"OH, NO, PLEASE YOU'RE HURTING ME ... YOU'RE HURTING ME!" she was 
suddenly howling at the top of her lungs. She jerked her eyes open in 
terror and saw the full, evil-looking mask of his face, the proud, 
black features split by a sadistic grin above her, his teeth flashing 
brightly. "Oh, dear God," she thought, "he is going to kill me ... he 
hates me that much!"

Above her, Spade Johnnie relished the sight of the young white girl's 
suffering beneath the cruelty of his slow, relentless penetration of 
her helplessly exposed pussy. Then his grimace turned to one of pure 
lust as he felt her tight inner muscles squeezing against his advancing 
hardness. The depraved sight of her lying helpless and innocent looking 
beneath him, with the surrealistic appearance of her cat-masked face 
the center of her flowering blonde hair drove him wild, and as he 
looked down and took in the sight of his strong and mighty cock 
disappearing into the corn-silk hair of her tight young pussy he let 
out an impatient wail.

"SHIT ... GOT TO FUCK YOU QUICK ... GOT TO FUCK YOU RIGHT AWAY!" And he 
came down heavily upon her small body, his weight crushing her 
sensitive breasts against his chest, forcing them upward from the 
encasing cups of her half-bra beneath her cocktail dress. His slender 
hips were thrust forward with the same smooth motion, sending his long, 
sleek cock sliding far up into the young housewife's wide-spread cunt 
with a furious rush, pushing the soft, moist flesh of her vagina ahead 
of it in rippling waves. There was no stopping him now, not until he 
felt his big, heavy balls slapping heavily into the up-turned cheeks of 
her tightly clenched buttocks.

"OH GOD NO NOOOO!" she wailed beneath the Negro. She had never been 
entered by anyone else but her husband, and even the horror of her 
wedding night when she had been a virgin, was nothing compared to the 
shrill pain she now felt. Her streaming inner passage felt as if this 
stranger's brutally plunging cock had ripped it into a thousand tiny 
shreds. She was speared, skewered by the chunky knob of his huge heated 
penis ... and it lay sunk deep in her cringing young belly, filling up 
her entire insides! It seemed to be pushing everything out of her, 
leaving no room for anything. She lay immobile beneath him, afraid to 
stir for fear of more pain, while he remained unmoving above her. Their 
labored breathing hung between them, filling the silence of the room. 
Dimly, through the locked door muffled sounds of music and people's 
voices reached their ears. But neither could really comprehend anything 
other than what was taking place between them. Then suddenly Kay felt a 
throb from deep inside. It was the breadth and length of Spade 
Johnnie's long virile cock jerking up into her another half-inch as he 
flexed it within her tightly constricted vagina.

"Uuuuugh!" she grunted breathlessly, her face twisting with the 
shooting pain.

"You sure are tight, baby! But Spade Johnnie'll fix that ... gonna 
stretch you good!" he taunted, flexing his hotly pulsating penis deep 
within her again.

"Aaaaaagh!" she groaned, deeper this time, the cords of her long neck 
standing out from the pressure of her resistance.

"NOW DON'T TELL ME IT DON'T FEEL GOOD!" he grinned down at her.

Kay did not answer, only rolled her head in pain and humiliation.

"Answer me!" he commanded. "Most chicks would be giving their eye teeth 
for a taste of this good cock o' mine!" He arched up into her again, 
harshly.

"OH ... yes ... yes ..." she cried, afraid now to offend him, for fear 
he might do something even more offensive to her. Perhaps she thought, 
if she went along with him he would be easier with her.

"Beg me then!" he sneered down at her.

"B ... Beg? NO ... NO ... I ... I don't know what you mean ... I ..."

"Let me hear you beg me for it ... Tell Daddy how much you need it ..."

Her eyes pleaded with his through her mask. "No ... NO ... OOOOOO ... 
NO I CAN'T!" she cried.

"DAMN IT! ... BEG BITCH AND BEG NOW!!!!" The big black man throbbed his 
massive swollen cudgel down deep into her tightly quivering belly once 
more.

"OH DEAR GOD ... DON'T ... PLEASE DON'T ... AREN'T YOU HUMAN? HOW CAN 
YOU DO THIS TO ME?" She fought with all her strength and courage she 
could muster to escape the depraved humiliation he was inflicting on 
her. She couldn't willingly submit to the crude Negro ... she just 
couldn't. Deeper and deeper he pushed into her, suddenly ripping at the 
front of her dress and clawing the flimsy material of her bra away 
until her nakedly warm breasts were exposed to his pawing, squeezing 
fingers. The soft white flesh contrasted sharply with the dark brown of 
his strong hands.

"DO IT!" he commanded her, a raging fire burning in his eyes. "Beg me, 
Blondie!"

"OOOOOOOoooh ..." Kay moaned her resistance ebbing from her in 
recognition of the pain and helplessness of her position. "Uhh ... Do 
it ... please, do it to me!"

"NO ... NOT LIKE THAT ... SAY FUCK ... FUCK ... SAY FUCK ME ... YOU BIG 
BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" He hissed down into her face, his face 
reflecting a brutal delight at the agonized expression on the young, 
white housewife's lips.

"Ooo fuck me ..." she began weakly.

"FINISH IT!" he shouted, wanting to drain the last tiny spark of pride 
that this proud white young bitch might have left.

"FUCK ME YOU BEAUTIFUL BLACK MOTHERFUCKER!" she hissed through clenched 
teeth, tears of shame gushing from her eyes as she spat out the 
obscene, lewd words. She had struck bottom, reaching the utter depths 
of degradation. She could never again face her husband, even though he 
had been so grossly unfaithful to her. She would never be able to hold 
her head up in the community, knowing that once she had been pinned to 
this sofa, filled by the blunt hard member of a big black brutish man! 
A man who had extracted unforgivable words from her lips. Nothing was 
left of her that was of any value ... there was nothing now but the 
huge fleshy tormenting instrument buried deep inside her inflamed 
vagina.

Above her Spade Johnnie sensed the loss of the young wife's last 
remaining ounce of resistance, and clamping his wet mouth over hers he 
began a slow rocking motion between her wide-spread thighs. The agony 
sent tiny explosions of pain inside her, searing at the soft 
sensitivity of her abused pussy, as his motion widened the tightly 
clasping passage with each short stroke. Kay groaned in hopeless defeat 
beneath his weight ... a defeat and resignation which was, in fact, a 
total surrender. He was killing her slowly; she wanted to die ... and 
in her desperation, she tried to help him kill her. She began punching 
her pelvis up against his long hard shaft, feeling it going deeper, 
even deeper up into her ... and she screamed with each powerful thrust 
she made upward.

Gradually, though, something was changing inside her. In place of the 
ugly pain, lewd flames of masochistic desire began coursing through her 
veins, and she no longer had a shred of will to fight it. In spite of 
her repugnance and horror she began responding sexually and eagerly to 
the Negro man who lay between her long, open thighs. His wetly 
skewering cock moved ever upward into her unresisting cunt, and her 
whole body began to twist and writhe beneath him, as faint mewls of 
servile acceptance and animalistic passion slipped from her tongue. Her 
mouth toiled at his as her tongue wetly answered his savage thrusts, 
her neck straining and nostrils flaring beneath the cat-mask, a light 
sweat popping out all over her body.

She felt Johnnie slip his hands down over the naked curves of her hips 
and slide them beneath the wildly thrashing moons of her rounded 
buttocks, cupping them harshly with each hand as he began to thrust 
with greater frenzy. He jerked Kay harder to his loins and she pulled 
her trembling white thighs back a little more, the moistly hot slot of 
her tormented pussy spreading open to receive his heatedly pulsing cock 
to greater and greater depths beyond the soft silk blonde of her wispy 
pubic hair.

The maddening pain had passed now, and her legs on either side of his 
impaling shaft of flesh were jerking and quivering in an abandon she 
had never felt before, and which she could not now control. The 
shamelessly aroused wife closed her eyes, letting her tongue slaver 
loosely up into the black man's mouth, low hums of wondrous pleasure 
rumbling from deep within her throat. There was no longer a single 
thought in her mind other than the delicious sensation of lying beneath 
this Negro man who was fucking her against her will; and she willingly 
strained to give as much pleasure to him as he was giving her.

Spade Johnnie slaved above the young white girl; now he moved with 
longer, smoother strokes that drew his cock nearly out of her tautly 
clasping vagina, and then plunging forward again until his heavy 
testicles smacked against the nakedly exposed crevice of her anus. She 
was hopelessly impaled, she thought helplessly, and the thought raised 
even greater erotic sensation in her wide-spread loins. Then he brought 
his hand around to where his long hard cock was sliding smoothly in and 
out of her wetly clasping pussy, and Kay felt him begin to fondle the 
soft hair-lined lips of her cunt, milking at his rampaging cock. He 
continued to play there until softer groans of passion formed in Kay's 
throat and escaped her. Her ever-widening vagina seemed to gape with 
longing and it greedily swallowed the whole of his dark, powerfully 
thrusting shaft, wanting it to plunge to her very core.

Suddenly, he was quickening his strokes, hot and pulsating deep and the 
blissful torment caused her to wantonly thrash beneath him as though 
she were the most eager whore from off the streets. She felt him 
pushing against her so hard that the plane of her crotch was wide open 
to the brutal pounding of his loins as he rammed his lust-thickened 
manhood into her.

"Aaaah OOOOoooo AAAAA!" she began to chant beneath him, in the throes 
of a wild insane passion. Again then, he quickened his stroke, grunting 
and groaning, grinding hard and deep, his dark cock a deep magenta with 
passion as it bored hard up into the hidden recesses of the young 
blonde's womb. She was nothing but a mass of exquisitely moist softness 
beneath him and he knew that the end was coming soon for both of them.

Kay was only vaguely aware of Spade Johnnie's hands running over her 
like searing licking tongues of hot flame, of his soft, thick lips, of 
the friction of his hard body as he squirmed and wriggled over her. 
This was something beyond belief ... something wonderful that she had 
not dared to experience ... indeed she had but never dreamed such 
passion possible! And to think that she had been denying herself this 
... denying Jim this ... for so long! A subconscious understanding of 
just why her husband might have turned to another woman came to her 
just as she began to shriek, "OH FUCK ME ... FUCK ME HARDER ... HARDER 
... HARDER!!!" She panted and writhed and heard his wailing breath over 
her. His thick heated cock was a huge, unrelenting thing, raging and 
hurtling into her secret being, making her tingle from the tips of her 
toes to the top of her head. She gasped, her breath catching in her 
throat. And then, almost unbelieving, she heard her own words of 
fulfillment, "OH GOD I'M CUMMING ... IIIIMMMMM CCCCUUUMMMIINNNGG!" She 
jerked and bucked up against him, feeling his massively pulsating cock 
grow impossibly huge inside her ... and then ... begin to pump hot 
thick sperm far into the softness of her wantonly quivering belly, his 
juices mingling with hers as he moaned like a lost soul with the power 
of his orgasm.

Kay's legs jumped convulsively against him, splaying out obscenely on 
either side of his heaving body, and her heart pounded in her chest as 
though it would burst. She at last knew what it was like in heaven ... 
nothing in the world could be more intense than the ecstasy she was 
experiencing with Spade Johnnie. She lay beneath him, motionless now 
after countless seconds of glorious expansion, of feeling her body 
bursting with light and warmth, with golden jewels of fulfillment. Her 
body had been bruised and satiated ... she had been brought to heights 
of desire that she had never known existed, and now she felt a sudden 
forgotten wave of shame and humiliation return to her, flooding her 
stunned mind, reminding her of who she was and where she was, and of 
the thick savagery of the black man's still pulsating penis where it 
lay buried deep inside her quivering flooded vagina.

A sob slipped from her chest. There was only one word for it. She had 
been "fucked", and "fucked" good ... and in her distressed and 
uncertain way, she had no way of knowing what she felt most ... shame 
... or joy!


Chapter 8 


Outside, the party was in full swing, there were about 25 people there 
and more were expected before the evening was over. Winthrop Morgan was 
having a very enjoyable time going from room to room to check on the 
pleasure that his guests had discovered for themselves, and 
occasionally partaking thereof. He was going away for a few weeks to 
get in a little skiing in Switzerland, leaving the next morning in 
fact, and the party he'd set up was by way of farewell to Granger and 
some of its more interesting inhabitants.

He had masked himself, just as the others had, and there were still 
semi-official greeters at the door to make sure that everyone wore a 
mask. It was his considered opinion that this made for a much better 
time for all, adding just that little extra flavor of debauchery that 
would stimulate his guests beyond the norm. He did not know all the 
people who were due to come, but most of them were friends of trusted 
friends, all of whom had been given a password in order to gain 
admission to his house. He walked past the door in time to see a 
stocky, angry man arguing with his old friend Jimmy Lubio. Jimmy's red 
tights were bulging out in front where his rampant penis pushed upward 
at the stretching material, and there was a young man sitting nearby 
who seemed bent on stroking the enormous bulge until it burst or Jimmy 
turned to pay some attention to him.. Right now, though, Jimmy was 
intent upon finding out if the newcomer did or did not know the 
password.

Morgan sauntered over, inspecting the stocky man at the door with an 
expert eye.

"I tell you I've forgotten ... but Jane ... Jane's a good friend of 
mine ... I know that she is here already!"

Morgan stepped forward. "Let him come in Jimmy ... give him a mask ... 
I think he's all right!"

Jimmy stepped back and allowed Ed Anderson to enter the sumptuously 
decorated hall. "Thanks," Ed said to Morgan. He looked wildly around, 
hoping that he would spot Jane instantly and pull her out of there. But 
he saw no one, just some dim shadows in the next room. Loud music and 
the sound of laughter echoed from the rest of the house, and Ed 
anxiously tried on the black mask that had been given him.

He was not too surprised to see the door guard and the young man with 
him go off together toward the rear of the house, their arms wound 
lovingly around each other's waists. "Fucking faggots," he thought 
contemptuously.

Ed had driven all up and down Turnabout Lane when he'd discovered 
Jane's red VW parked at the very end of the long, winding road. It had 
taken him some time to note that a lot of people seemed to be going 
into one house in particular, and then it had taken him some additional 
time to get up enough courage to go up to the mansion and try to gain 
admission. He was completely wild inside by this time, after having 
finally figured out that Jane must have gotten his sister to cover for 
her. She wanted to go to the party obviously, and had gotten Kay to 
pick her up at the house and drive there with her. No doubt his sister 
had long since gone home, and Jane now was having a good time at this 
party. It only took him a few seconds to see just exactly what kind of 
a party it was, and then he knew that he had to find her ... to catch 
her in the act. He swore to himself that he would never let her out of 
his sight again after this night, and hoped he could get to her before 
anything really happened.

The older man who had allowed him to enter was now turning away, and Ed 
watched his retreating form. He was clad in some sort of loose flowing 
Moroccan robe, and Ed was sure that he was completely naked underneath 
it. Inwardly he seethed with anger. The man had seemed to know just who 
"Jane" was. He had just tossed his wife's name out hoping to get in, 
and surprisingly, it had worked. He stifled an impulse to collar the 
older man and ask him just where Jane was, but then he thought better 
of it. Better not make a scene at a party like this. There were 
probably all sorts of people around just waiting to throw a trouble 
maker out. His mask was in place, so he headed in the direction of the 
action.

Winthrop Morgan moved slowly down the hall heading toward the back 
bedrooms. He was looking for some particularly enticing group where he 
might enjoy the pleasures of several people at once. Already his 
impatiently throbbing penis was anticipating the joy of some nice young 
girl's warm, wet lips wrapped around it. The heavy beat of African drum 
music sounded in his ears, coming from the speakers that were placed in 
the hall.

Noticing that the study door was closed, Morgan pushed at it curiously. 
Finding it locked, he went instantly to the hall-table drawer in which 
he kept keys for all the rooms. It had happened before that some guest 
of his had wanted privacy, but he considered it a direct affront to his 
invitation and personally saw to it that each and every room could be 
entered at any time by who ever happened to wander by. Muttering to 
himself, he returned to the door, key in hand, and quietly opened it.

Inside he was just in time to witness the wild climax between Spade 
Johnnie and Kay Carroll. He had no idea who the blonde was, but he knew 
Spade Johnnie well, having had considerable dealings with him in the 
State capital where Johnnie was an acknowledged leader in underground 
affairs. Sometimes the business of Morgan's bank took him very far into 
the so-called jungles of the underworld, and having friends with 
influence like the wealthy self-nicknamed Spade Johnnie was very 
important. Therefore, Morgan was pleased to see Johnnie having such a 
good time, even though he had to assume that it was he who had locked 
the study door. Not wishing to disturb the preoccupied couple, he 
contented himself with leaving the heavy oak door ajar and going on his 
way down the hall.

*  *  *

Slowly, Spade Johnnie pulled out of Kay, his deflated penis slipping 
from her used vaginal passage with a lewd, wet sucking sound, and he 
collapsed beside her. She could see his cocky, spent grin and suddenly 
she wished she had something she could smash him with, something to 
wipe that horrible expression from his face.

"You ... You Bastard ... Let me up!" she yelled at him.

"In a minute ... baby ... I thought all you white broads liked that 
"foreplay" and "afterplay" ... now's the time for a little "afterplay!" 
His fingers wound down between them, tickling and touching her up 
between the legs where the wet slippery juices of their mutual orgasm 
glistened on her thighs, matting her golden pubic hair. His middle 
finger dug upward separating the moistened strands and scraping at the 
sensitive tissues between the petals of her raw and sore vaginal lips.

"No ... no don't touch me anymore ... NO!" she cried trying to pull 
back from him. "You dirty, filthy animal ...!" She gave vent to all the 
rage that had been building up inside her, tormented between the 
aftermath of such exquisite rapture and her terrible guilt. Her nails 
flew at his face and she tried to kick her legs outward to get away 
from him, but he raised up beside her, rage making him tremble all over 
as he grabbed hold of her wrists and held them high in the air. Her 
torn dress in sections around her shoulders and waist, and the exposed 
area of her ripe young loins was still fully revealed to him covered 
only by the wispy shreds of her torn panties around her white flaring 
hips.

Kay looked down between his legs and saw his big cock jumping alive 
once more as though it had never been deflated at all. His handsome 
black face was contorted almost insanely.

"FILTHY ANIMAL ... I'LL SHOW YOU WHAT A FILTHY ANIMAL IS LIKE!" He 
pulled her up and then wrenched her around so fast that her head spun 
and she had no time to protest. Savagely, he pushed her face downward 
upon the large sofa so that the ripe white cheeks of her quivering 
buttocks were nakedly exposed to him; and, as he pulled her upward by 
supporting her hips with his hands, he opened up to his sight the 
tufted underview of her moistly cringing pussy.

Helplessly she sobbed as the muscular black man pushed his now rock-
hard cock into her yielding, defenseless cunt again. She felt him 
expand her thighs wide apart once more. He sprawled over her, half 
lying on top of her swaying buttocks as his hot, meaty cock drubbed up 
and up into her wide, moistly unresisting passage. Kay cringed as far 
forward as she possibly could, but it was no use. There was no way 
possible to escape the burrowing ramrod of Spade Johnnie's raging cock. 
She whimpered wildly under this renewed depraved assault and knew deep 
in her bones that the impossible was happening again. A wild, 
masochistic delight sprung full-blown within her outraged loins, and 
trembling from the harsh forward thrusts into her open passage, her 
knees unsteady beneath her, Kay began to arch her back and fuck back at 
the big Negro's lunging cock. His thick savage penis jerked 
convulsively within her and the forbidden pleasure that she had known 
just moments before returned tenfold to haunt her. She had never felt 
so blatantly wanton in her whole life. Dear God, she wondered as she 
mewled and moaned into the fabric of the sofa ... What was happening to 
her ... for the first time she knew what people meant when they said 
the devil made them do it! She knew that it had to be a demon inside 
her to make her behave this way ... to make her feel the outrageously 
wonderful things she was feeling! As her torment continued Kay could 
not help calling back encouragement to her dark lover. "OH ... OH YES 
... LIKE THAT ... YES, HURT ME ... HURT ME ... OOOOOOH IT'S GOOD ... 
IT'S SOOO GOOOD! YOU FUCKING BLACK BEAST ... ANI-III-MAAAL!!!

*  *  *

Ed Anderson thought he must have been standing in that doorway for an 
eternity. He had caught sight of them as he made his way down the hall 
in search of his wife, Jane ... the blonde girl in the cat mask and the 
big black man. He had never seen anything so depraved in his entire 
life! He knew it was wrong, but he was unable to take his eyes from 
their madly gyrating shapes of their partially clothed bodies. The girl 
had the most incredible way of snuggling her bared white buttocks back 
to meet the lean hardness of the black man's loins, and he could 
clearly see the shiny surface of the man's bloated stone-hard cock as 
it slid easily up into the shamelessly open wound of the girl's vagina.

In spite of his quest for Jane, he stood transfixed, while the 
strangely exciting love-making went on and on. He felt a tingle of 
excitement himself as he listened to the blonde girl's moaning 
encouragement and heard the Negro call her ugly, demeaning names. The 
two of them were acting out a drama that he only half understood on 
some unconscious level, and on this same primitive level Ed found 
himself growing more and more excited. His own rapidly awakening penis 
began to swell with desire as he stood just inside the door now, and 
the single mindedness he'd had upon entering the elegant home on 
Turnabout Lane was being rapidly replaced by another thought.

God, he'd like to feel that lively little cunt clinging to his cock! 
There was something truly magnificent about the girl, and although he 
couldn't see her face, he almost felt that he knew her. She reminded 
him a bit of his sister Kay, but, of course, there was no real 
similarity, he reminded himself. It was just that the girl had a fresh, 
young quality about her ... an element of class ... that somehow came 
through even though she was indulging in the most obscene display of 
sensuality imaginable. This odd combination of wanton exhibitionism and 
graceful beauty made him mindful of one of the most potent fantasies of 
his young manhood. He had always wanted a woman like that ... one who 
would present the most impeccable decorum in public, but who privately 
and at home alone with him would shamelessly display her most wanton 
inner nature. Jane was all on the surface ... there was nothing 
mysterious or secret about her, and even though he loved her, he could 
imagine great improvements in her personality ... improvements that he 
now mentally imparted to the writhing girl on the sofa.

Imperceptibly he moved closer to the wildly thrashing couple. His 
clothing felt uncomfortable, a hindrance to the sweating surfaces of 
his body. He began to take them off, bit by bit divesting himself of 
them until he stood completely naked before them. Their grunts and 
groans of lust were quickening and seemed to be reaching a fever peak. 
He stood, gaping down at them, holding his stiffly erect cock in his 
hands, using thumb and forefinger to slide the thickness of his 
foreskin back over the glistening head. He had an ache inside him for 
that girl, and certainly no one would be the wiser if he were somehow 
to get a turn at her. He waited, impatiently then, after all he was 
fully justified, the good Lord knew what his wife was doing at that 
very moment! No one would hold it against him if he took this one 
little liberty ... just this one time.

Kay had gone through an almost transformation. A fire roared in her 
loins as her nakedly gyrating body was caught up in an insane vortex of 
raw animal-lust that she could not and would not deny. She felt as 
though she could go on forever this way ... and she tried to pull him 
in closer to her, awkwardly twisting her hands backwards to his 
thrusting hips and scraping at them as she sought to get more of his 
thick driving penis into her nakedly hungry young cunt. She needed more 
... much more, and her eyes bulging out, saliva freely flowing from 
between her parted lips, she strained against Spade Johnnie wanting him 
deeper inside the tingling soft, pink edges of her pussy.

"Fuck deeper! DEEPER! YOU ANIMAL" she screamed at him in a frenzy that 
bordered on acute hysteria. Johnnie clutched the cheeks of Kay's wildly 
quivering buttocks and drove his long cock in to the hilt. Then he fell 
forward and rammed his tongue sideways into her wide open mouth, 
feeling the young, white housewife suck wildly on it causing him so 
much pain that he had to pull it back out of her mouth. Mercilessly he 
battered against her, his pelvis hammering at her wantonly rotating 
high-held ass cheeks with mindless rhythmic blows.

"NNNNNNNNNGH!" she groaned. It was coming ... and she was coming to 
climax AGAIN! It was something she needed more than anything else in 
the world, and she bucked beneath him maddeningly, uncontrollably. Then 
abruptly she sensed his plunging cock stiffen without warning. A thick 
splash of hotness spurted against her womb, and then another. He was 
spewing his white hot semen far into the lewdly milking walls of her 
tortured pussy. She groaned in disappointment! It was too cruel ... She 
had been only seconds away ... the peak of her orgasm had been so close 
... so very close.

Exhausted, Spade Johnnie pulled out of her wetly sucking orifice, his 
cock making a soft, wet sound as air rushed into her gaping vagina to 
replace it. Gasping, Kay thrust her empty loins high in the air ... 
tears of passion streamed down her cheeks, slipping beneath the 
crumpled, hot surface of her mask. She tried to think clearly ... to 
remember where she was and what she was doing there, but something had 
been unleashed inside her that she had no way to combat. Too many years 
of frustration had built up inside her, and now in this one shattering 
evening she was discovering what the world was all about ... what magic 
she held within the soft confines of her nakedly quivering loins. She 
looked over her shoulder. Johnnie was standing beside her grinning 
lewdly down at her.

"MORE!" she gasped, "MORE!" Behind him she glimpsed another figure ... 
a man, but her dilated pupils were tear-filled and her vision was so 
distorted that she closed them again. All she wanted was to come again. 
She had to gloriously feel that blissful release coursing through her 
thoroughly aroused body before she could resume her life.

Groggily, she heard Spade Johnnie muttering something, and then hands 
were touching her, pulling at the tattered remains of her clothing. She 
lay quiet upon her stomach, feeling the hands moving up and down along 
the soft perspiration covered surfaces of her now totally naked young 
body. She began to whimper with pleasure. Nothing mattered now but the 
renewed possibility of feeling everything mesh within her to create 
another soul searing climax.

"Oh, God," she breathed back at the unknown newcomer. "I like it ... I 
like it! Touch me ... touch me ... touch me all over!"

Ed looked down to see his sister's nakedly willing body egging him on, 
undulating with the obscene pleading motions of fucking with each 
feathery touch of his fingers upon her burning hot skin. To him she was 
a beautiful stranger ... the incarnation of all of his secret lusts. 
The woman who would satisfy him as no known woman had or ever could.

*  *  *

Jim Carroll had enjoyed his late dinner with Ginnie Reordon, but for 
some reason he didn't really feel like going to Winthrop Morgan's 
party. He'd been to entirely too many parties recently, and although at 
first it had been a stimulating novelty, all the new women, and those 
wild gang scenes, where sometimes up to 15 people were all going at it 
in one room, each one somehow connected to the others ... well, all 
that had been fun ... but enough was enough!

The young banker pulled his car into a convenient parking spot near 
Morgan's house and turned off the motor. He sat motionless for a 
moment, trying to clear his mind. There had been wine, quite a bit of 
wine at dinner. They'd gone out to Al's place by the Lake, and to make 
up for Ginnie's high school prattle and lack of interesting 
conversation, he'd found himself drinking more and more.

He cut the lights and stared out into the darkness in front of the car. 
What he really wanted to do was to go home and go to bed. Even though 
it was a lonely feeling sleeping in that big double bed alone, tonight 
he knew that he would drop off to sleep right away. Then maybe the next 
morning he'd be able to give a little thought to what he was going to 
do about Kay.

But Winthrop Morgan would be personally insulted, he knew, if he didn't 
at least put in an appearance at his going away party. And besides, the 
older banker had dropped a most interesting hint the last time they'd 
met. He was in need of a new number two man at his bank ... the rival 
one to Jim's just down the street on Broadway. And being number two man 
to Winthrop Morgan was something that no one could afford to turn down. 
It would take him years of hard work and dedication to reach a 
comparable level at his own bank. Morgan could see to it that the board 
of directors approved his nomination, and there he'd be, sitting pretty 
at age 33. Not many men could make that claim!

"What are you thinking about, Jim?" Ginnie asked sweetly. She had sat 
patiently long enough, she decided. Jim was certainly getting moody, 
and she wanted to know why so she could figure out what to do about it. 
She just couldn't let him get away now that she had held his interest 
this long!

"Thinking about lots of things," Jim said enigmatically. He did not 
like her prying. After all, he had not made her any promises, just 
taken her to dinner a few times, gone to those fuck parties ... she was 
beginning to act as though they had some sort of permanent agreement! 
He'd have to stop seeing her ... do it properly, though, or she might 
try a little genteel blackmail.

"Okay ..." he said suddenly, "Let's go!"

Once inside, Ginnie hoped that Jim would be able to get back to being 
his old self again. She tried to think of some especially interesting 
thing that she could get him involved in at the party as she trudged 
beside him in the snow. A light powder had accumulated since the snow 
began earlier that evening, and the forecast was for 4 inches before 
the night was out.

The lights shone brightly in one or two of the windows at 457 Turnabout 
Lane, but all the others had yellow or red toned glows emanating from 
behind the drawn curtains. It looked as if the party were going full 
swing. Ginnie felt the same old excitement take hold of her as they 
approached the front door. Within moments, she knew she might be in the 
arms of some complete stranger, and her indestructible young pussy 
trembled moistly up between her thighs at the thought of it. She almost 
forgot about Jim's strange mood as they rang the doorbell.

"Is this where the flower people are?" she asked, immediately, using 
the code words to establish them immediately as insiders. Jim snorted 
beside her.

"Sure thing, honey, come on in!" Jimmy Lubio was wearing one of the 
many robes that Morgan had provided for his guests. It was white and 
gave the effect of a toga, especially since Jimmy had wound a garland 
of fresh flowers in a circle around his head. He found that being what 
almost amounted to a doorman at some of Morgan's parties gave him the 
advantageous position of getting first crack at any man or woman who 
came into the house ... and he wasn't above trying either one.

"Did you ever see Naked As An Ape?" Jimmy asked out of the clear blue, 
as Ginnie was sifting through the bin of ladies' masks. He directed his 
question to both of them, scanning their faces quickly to see which one 
might profess interest.

"No ..." Jim replied hesitantly. "What is it ... a movie?"

"Oh, Jimmy, don't you recognize me ... It's Ginnie." She turned to Jim 
and said by way of explanation, "Jimmy's cock appeared in three scenes 
in Naked As An Ape. It is a very famous underground film ..."

His thin, black mask in place, Jim muttered, "Congratulations ..." It 
was going to be a long night, he was sure of it.

*  *  *

In the distance Kay could hear the murmur of voices. There were other 
people in the room, but she was close ... so close, and this new person 
seemed to know just where to touch her, just what to do. She felt 
herself being slid down from the sofa, and gently placed upon the soft, 
rug covered floor. The warm surface of the textured carpet bit softly 
into her naked flesh, and she lay waiting, waiting for the rigidly 
pulsing cock that would bring her relief. There was nothing else in the 
world but the yearning she felt between her spread thighs. "OH ... NOW 
... NOW ... HURRY!" she called back to him.

Ed straddled the naked young blonde's back. It was a long, delicately 
proportioned spine that shone from the thin film of perspiration that 
covered it. This girl had been working hard! He turned her over slowly, 
not wanting to wait another moment. Already he sensed that they were 
not alone in the room. Perhaps the tall Negro had returned for another 
try. But he did not look up. What he was doing wouldn't last long, and 
nothing was going to stop him now that he had come this far.

Beneath him the blonde girl gasped. He could see that her eyes were 
tightly clenched shut as she waited impatiently for his hotly pounding 
penis to take her. "God, she doesn't even know who I am!" he thought. 
The open wantonly gaping mouth beneath the ridiculous cat-mask didn't 
resemble any mouth that he had ever seen, and the fact that he didn't 
know this woman's name, and perhaps never would, sent an extra charge 
through the blunt end of his lust-swollen cock. His hands slipped under 
the rounded moons of her white buttocks, raising them as he strained 
his eagerly jerking cock forward into her with all the strength of his 
naked hips and thighs. She was moaning incoherently as she tightly 
wound her warm smooth legs around his thrusting hips. Slowly, with a 
sexual deliriousness he had never experienced before, he wormed his way 
into her, letting his forcefully penetrating cock be inundated by the 
soft fleshiness of her hair-lined vaginal passage. The smooth velvety 
folds of her girlishly tight pussy held him, contracting tightly around 
his long rigid penis. It felt ten-fold better than he had imagined it 
would ... or could. He reveled in his wickedness as he felt her 
screwing her warm young buttocks up tight against his pelvis, and he 
could feel the tightness of his balls pressing hard into the moist 
crevice where the defenseless little anus lay.

"OH YES, FUCK IT, FUCK IT HARD ... OOOOooooo GIVE IT TO MEEEEEEEE!" she 
begged.

A crowd had gathered at the doorway, and about 8 naked bodies pressed 
close to see better, spurred on by Spade Johnnie's blow by blow 
description of the action going on inside.

"Look at her go ... what a hot, little cunt she is!"

"Anybody know who she is?" a man asked.

"All I know is she tried to tell me she was at this party by mistake 
... something about wanting to see her husband!" Spade Johnnie guffawed 
and slipped his arm around Ginnie's waist. "That little pussy just 
about WORE me out! But there is some left for you sugar!"

Ginnie giggled and moved her hips closer to Johnnie's. She looked to 
see if Jim would mind if she spent a little time with the persuasive 
Negro whose self-confidence intrigued her. But Jim's eyes were glued to 
the spectacle inside the study. He didn't seem to be able to take his 
eyes from the sight of the cat-masked blonde who twisted like a wild, 
uninhibited animal in the throes of heat no longer human as she spread 
her legs wide apart, pulling them up to her shoulders, bending them at 
the knees using the heels of her feet to dig into Ed's hard muscled 
buttocks and spin him deeper. There was something terribly familiar 
about her ... something that continued to ring a bell in his mind, and 
he could swear that he knew the man who was bringing the trapped young 
blonde to a mind-bending orgasm of enormous proportions.

The remarks of the bystanders became more and more lewd by the minute. 
Obviously both the girl and her partner were oblivious to anything but 
each other! Just then Kay's ankles locked tightly together, her pink 
toes pressed into each other as she spiraled her ravenously hungry 
vagina up the full length of her brother's slippery, plunging cock.

"Great God a Mighty ... looka' that pussy suck cock!" It was Spade 
Johnnie, whose fingers were already jiffling high beneath Ginnie's 
short skirt as she twitched back and forth.

"Give it to her good!" somebody yelled out.

"Hey do I get a go?" another called.

Jim knew that he'd had too much to drink, when the lewd performance 
began to arouse him. His thickening cock stirred lazily as he continued 
to watch the familiar looking couple, racking his brains to figure out 
where he had seen them before.

Meanwhile, Kay's lust driven body went on unheeding the obscene cries 
and proposals. She was almost ready to cum and could not stop. Sweat 
poured from her body, and the raging pit of her pumping vagina began to 
exude more and more lubricating juices. Loud, wet noises of their 
fucking filled the room as Ed's churning cock pistoned steadily back 
and forth into the far depths of his sister's blonde pussy.

And then it happened. Ed clamped his mouth tightly down on Kay's 
starting a long, low moan that swelled to a shout as he began spewing 
his hot sperm deep up into his sister's hot, slippery passage. She 
could feel it jetting into her with great gushing waves, filling her 
and swirling to mingle with the previous pool of cum ejaculated from 
Spade Johnnie's massive cock.

"NOOOOnnnnnnooooooOOO ... NO! WAIT ... WAIT!" she cried. She was still 
hovering on the brink, and she sobbed her frustration into his mouth, 
but it was no use. Frantically she squeezed her fleshy white buttocks 
up against the softening penis which began to slip away from the 
seething center of her being.

His passion spent, other parts of Ed's brain set to work. Her voice ... 
her taste ... with a sudden certainty he knew!! He had kissed his 
sister on the cheek maybe a thousand times, felt this same face near to 
his, heard this voice uttering banalities about the weather or 
complaints about too much homework from a strict teacher. Kay's eyes 
fluttered open in her disappointment. She wanted to beg for the elusive 
orgasm that she had fought for so hard. It was as though she herself 
had failed in some terrible way. Brother and sister stared directly 
into each other's lust-glazed eyes. Ed's limp cock slipped all the way 
out of Kay's still straining vagina just as her scream of recognition 
mingled with his own.

But neither had time to react fully to the knowledge of their incest, 
for Kay's husband Jim strode over with murder in his eyes. It was her 
toes ... with that peculiar pink polish that his wife had always used-
they were a dead give away-and then all the little details about her 
nakedness had added up. Only one woman could look like that, try as he 
might tell himself that his frigid, inhibited little wife Kay couldn't 
possibly be cavorting so shamelessly before an audience at an orgy! But 
she was! And the man with her was his own brother-in-law ... her 
brother, Ed Anderson!

Jim grabbed Ed by the shoulder, catching him completely off guard and 
throwing him across the room. A loud gasp came from the onlookers as 
though they were one man, but no one stepped forward to intercede. Ed 
sprawled against the wall; but filled with the full horror of what he 
had just done, he scrambled back to his feet. Making love to his own 
sister! But what had she been doing there? He had found her fucking 
that tough looking Negro, and now what? Hurriedly trying to gather up 
his scattered clothing, he heard his attacker announce himself.

"Come on, baby ... old Jim Carroll's gonna show you what fuckin' is 
like!"

Totally confused and shamed, his face flushed with emotion, Ed pushed 
his way through the crowd of people at the door. Spade Johnnie and 
Ginnie had already retired to one of the other rooms, and a few 
onlookers curiously waited to see just what would happen next in 
Winthrop Morgan's study.

Kay felt her ankles being grabbed by powerful hands, she gasped and 
looked up through the narrow hazy slits of her dazed eyes and saw him.

It was her husband! His flushed, handsome gaping face leered cruelly at 
her from between her wide-held thighs, a nasty animal lust in his eyes 
that momentarily froze Kay's quivering body and wandering mind to 
stillness. She lay immobile, cornered by her husband. He had every 
right to kill her if he wanted, she thought fleetingly, he had every 
right! A belated sense of shame and guilt welled up in her as she 
stared wordlessly back at Jim's righteously indignant features. 
Harshly, he levered her unresisting legs up off the floor in an arc far 
back over her head, pressing the toes of her feet harshly into the rug 
on either side of her shoulders. Her tortured, nakedly contorted body 
was bent back almost double, and the pain of her stretched muscles was 
almost unbearable. Yet she did not cry out. "This," she thought, "is my 
punishment ... oh God ... Jim ... punish me ... punish me!" she cried 
out wordlessly. He was poised over her, his hands holding her ankles 
back to the floor, his thick angry looking cock aimed straight at the 
helpless center of the up-turned split of her pussy.

"Throw it to her, Jim!" Kay heard a familiar voice coming through her 
pain. It was Jane ... she knew that it was Jane. "Teach her a good 
lesson!"

What was she talking about? Why was Jane saying those things? She, too, 
must know how evil she had been, how inherently evil she still was ... 
The whole world must know now that she had loved it ... love almost 
every moment with the black man ... and then every moment with her own 
brother!

"OH FORGIVE ME ... FORGIVE ME JIM ... FORGIVE ME JANE!" she moaned.

"What do you want, Kay ... more fucking? You've been the life of this 
party from what I hear ... and I didn't even get to see it all. Tell me 
about what I missed, Goldilocks. Don't you want a good sucking like I 
gave you on our wedding night ... maybe this time you won't make me 
stop! What'll it be ... fuck or suck? Or do you want to try and see if 
your brother can get it up again?"

*  *  *

Jane kept a firm grip on her husband's hand. He had practically knocked 
her over in the hallway as he ran from his sister's arms and her 
husband's wrath. It hadn't taken much to get the full truth out of him, 
it being easier for each of them since they were both stark naked, and 
both were in the most compromising of circumstances. Jane was a little 
miffed about Ed getting a go at his own sister, but not on any moral 
grounds.

"Frankly," she told him, as she sat him down in a corner of the living 
room by the fireplace and placed a joint of marijuana between his lips. 
"I've always thought you had the real hots for your sister ... so what 
if you fucked her ... she liked it ... didn't she ... and so did you!"

Calmed by the powerful grass, Ed began to see the truth of his wife's 
words. Certainly there was no sense in continuing to browbeat himself 
over something that had already happened anyway. The more he listened 
to Jane, and the more he looked at her and continued inhaling the deep 
blue smoke into his lungs, the more he began to feel that for the first 
time in their lives together, he and Jane were really understanding 
each other. Strange as it seemed they were really communicating in a 
way that started to impart to him a sense of hope for the future that 
he had never really felt before. A short while later they both returned 
to the study, where Jane insisted that they watch the aftermath of his 
incestuous relations with his sister, Kay.

*  *  *

"Answer me!" Jim snarled down into his wife's cringing face.

Kay shuddered, torn between the hot desire that still scorched within 
her throbbing pussy and the sense of overwhelming shame that filtered 
through her confused brain. She rolled her head from side to side, 
tears of frustration and humiliation streaming down the edges of her 
battered mask.

Jim hurriedly snatched away the torn cat mask. "Well come on, Miss 
'I've got a headache tonight ... I ... Oh, I couldn't possibly!' What 
were you doing, sneaking out and getting it on the side all that time?" 
Jim was livid with rage as he taunted Kay but he continued to hold her 
in a helpless, lewd position. "Well?"

"FUCK ME!" Kay suddenly hissed through her clenched teeth. The tingling 
sparks of desire were heightened by the sheer helplessness of the 
obscene position in which Jim was holding her. Through heavy-lidded 
eyes, she could see faint forms standing near them ... she could make 
out Jane, and her brother, Ed, among them. It looked like they had 
their arms around each other, but she couldn't be certain. Others were 
there, too, staring curiously down at her, following the most important 
episode of her life. But none of that was important. Something had to 
be settled between her and Jim. In vain she sought out the face of the 
young teen-ager Jim had been seeing. She did not see her anywhere.

"Fuck me, Jim ... I SAID FUCK ME!" screamed Kay again at Jim's 
surprised form, and just to make sure that he understood, she wiggled 
her buttocks at him in lewd unmistakable invitation. He needed no 
further encouragement. Heavily, his muscular body dropped down on her 
twisting nakedness, smashing her full tight breasts back onto her chest 
as his lust-swollen cock-head plunged into her hungry waiting cunt, 
pushing the unresisting moist folds of inner cunt flesh ahead of it in 
rippling waves of erotic reaction.

Kay cried out loud at the brutality of her impalement, surprised by her 
husband's hardness. But she was stunned for only a brief second. Within 
moments the greedily moist passage of her vagina clasped around his 
meaty cudgel, slithering up wetly to devour its length to the hilt. She 
groaned in relief at the filling of her already stretched pussy as he 
began a steady deep thrusting into her grinding cunt. Her mouth opened 
in abandoned ecstasy.

"OH JIM!" It didn't take long. She had been so close before, and now 
her darling husband's thickly expanding cock prodding the very center 
of her being ... right there where it mattered, set off the magnificent 
unmistakable signs.

"I'M CUMMING ... OH GOD, JIM I'M CUMMING NOW ... FUCK ... FUCK ... FUCK 
... FUCK MEEE ... OH MY DARLING ... AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Her hands 
darted behind her husband's driving buttocks, pulling him in maniacal 
frenzy deeper and deeper into the churning maelstrom of her lustfully 
spreading orgasm. Her wetly milking cuntal walls began twitching around 
his still pounding cock as her cum juice flowed heatedly down between 
them into the quaking crevice of her buttocks, inundating his balls as 
they rubbed against her tight little anus.

"WOW!" Jane exclaimed, her voice strident with excitement. She had 
begun to stroke Ed's cock with one hand, while the other automatically 
reached between her long, lanky thighs to touch at the quivering point 
of her clitoral bud.

"MMmmm," Ed moaned as his wife's fingers created a rush of blood in his 
swelling penis, making it rise from his damp pubic hair to stand stiff 
and ready at attention in front of him. Behind them others were 
slipping down to the floor where they began to respond to the building 
desire that Jim and Kay's unrestrained lovemaking was creating in them. 
Ed pulled Jane down to the floor not too far away from his sister and 
her husband, letting her big, warm breasts cover his chest as she fell 
softly over him, her dark hair falling down across his face.

Spurred on by Kay's wildly twisting body below him, Jim arched his hard 
bloated cock more deeply into her, forcing her tortured legs farther 
and farther back over her head, fucking into her like a machine gone 
out of control. He could not understand it, but his anger was gone ... 
completely dissipated. He was experiencing something that he had long 
ago dreamed about. This was, after all, the woman that he loved ... the 
girl that he had chosen to be his wife! Just how much he really loved 
her was coming to him now in great waves of heat and emotion. With each 
stroke into her softly yielding cunt, his passion-filled cock relayed 
crazy flashing lights of sensation ... of that passion that seared them 
both, that translated into a message of love. He loved her! It was a 
shock that made him want to shout for joy as Kay beneath him continued 
to shriek out her climax ... an orgasm that had been going on for at 
least a minute now and seemed unlikely ever to end as creamy juices 
still flowed with unrestricted spurts down the full quivering cheeks of 
her lewdly gyrating buttocks.

Above her Jim groaned, and Kay could feel the full quivering torrent of 
his hot sperm shooting far up into her dilating womb. Her head whirled 
with a new kind of sensuality as the powerful spurts of his semen 
filled her to the bursting point. The heated, electrically alive walls 
of her vagina clasped and unclasped desperately, sucking at his wildly 
jerking cock- paying homage to it as only a cunt can. For the first 
time in her marriage, Kay wished that she were not taking those horrid 
birth control pills. Her trembling limbs collapsed loosely on the bed 
as the dizzying heights of her fading orgasm left her weak and 
quivering helplessly. Something powerful had transpired between them 
both, and they knew it, as Jim released his tight grip upon her legs. 
Totally exhausted and satiated, Kay lay spread-eagled on the rug, 
happily crushed beneath the weight of her husband.

Next to them came the sounds of Jane and Ed's naked bodies moving 
against each other. Jane rose and fell above her husband, the erect 
staff of his wetly glistening cock appearing and disappearing. The 
Carrolls watched as Jane made strong thrusts, lifting the wide-held 
softness of her spread cuntal lips to enclose his lust-thickened shaft 
... to enclose it ... and let it slide with acute penetration to the 
uppermost regions of her womb. Her blissful expression, eyes half 
closed, teeth clenched tightly, was reflected on her husband's features 
as he gratefully accepted the growing friction between their meshing 
genitals.

"Oh ... honey ... oh, baby ... oh ... oh ... oh!" Jane gasped in rhythm 
to her up and down motion. Ed's hands rose to the quivering mounds of 
his buxom wife's ballooning breasts, to cup their softness and fondle 
the hard points of their crimson nipples.

High within Kay's wetly pulsing loins, Jim's cock stirred again.

"It was good, wasn't it?" he whispered, gently.

Her only answer was to reach up and pull his lips down on hers.


Epilogue 


Jim was kneeling between his dark haired sister-in-law's nakedly wide-
spread legs, running his lips and tongue moistly up and down her body. 
He had already sucked her heaving breasts into quivering hardness and 
then traced a wet, hot path down the flat plane of her trembling belly 
and her inner thighs. Jane writhed beneath his flicking caresses like a 
woman possessed, moaning her lust directly up into the flat wide-spread 
plane of her sister-in-law's hair-trimmed pussy. She took the soft fold 
of Kay's secret flesh between her lips and sucked on it with renewed 
fervor as her hands tangled tightly in Jim's hair below her.

Kay groaned with each spreading tongue lash down beneath her legs, her 
own lips fully occupied by her brother's thrusting staff as he nakedly 
knelt before her. Kay's entire body trembled, the tips of her breasts 
responding once more to each twist of her brother's fingers as she sat 
upon her sister-in-law's moving lips. In a few moments they would 
change position again, and Kay could tell that someone was about to 
join them. It wouldn't be the first time that night, she thought as she 
felt the tell-tale tingling flashing in her twitching clitoris, 
starting a wild brush fire in her over-wet pussy. The taste of her 
brother's seeping cock inundated her willing mouth, and Kay couldn't 
wait to do the same thing to Jim. She was sure that he would like it. 
There were so many things to do now that she hardly knew just where to 
begin. Her entire world had opened up, and there was an endless vista 
before them. She felt that together she and Jim could do anything ... 
go anywhere ... be anyone they wanted to be ... She was liberated at 
last from the shackles of her body, and for this she was grateful to 
her sister-in-law Jane, and yes, to someone else, too.

A small female figure stood beside the dedicated foursome, and Kay 
looked up from the mouth-filling shape of her brother's slippery penis.

A naked, young girl looked down at her, her twin-pointed breasts 
jutting proudly up, and smiled wryly.

"Good night, Mrs. Carroll," she said. "Tell Jim I said good-bye ..."

Kay did not answer, because the girl turned and walked rapidly away. 
"Thank you," she said silently, to Ginnie Reordon, knowing now that it 
was she who had sent those anonymous notes.

"Thank you very much," she thought, feeling Ed's cock grow stiff in her 
mouth as she tongued the smooth, rubbery head and slid the sleeve of 
his foreskin back and forth with her fingers.

Winthrop Morgan stood in the doorway watching the devoted family 
gathering. He saw them shift again and again, changing partners with an 
ease that he didn't often see. He was particularly impressed by the 
fact that they so readily accepted more than one interested outsider in 
their midst, and he planned on joining them himself before the night 
was over. Tomorrow he was leaving for his trip, but he wanted to let 
Jim know that with a wife and family like his, he personally intended 
to see that Jim Carroll's star rose to great heights over the township 
of Granger.

*  *  *

"And to think," Kay crooned to her husband when they lay alone together 
at last in their own bedroom, and bright daylight streamed through 
their window, "we wasted all those long years ..."

"Yes," Jim said, sleepily.

"But I promise you darling, that this little pussy between my legs will 
make it up to you for many years to come!"

"One more time?" Jim asked, reviving slightly, his hands smoothing 
along his wife's silken thigh.

"One more time!" she replied enthusiastically.


The End 




  
Sister's_Husband