The Unfaithful Girlfriend by Clarence Tydings


Chapter 1


Though it was scarcely thirty minutes into twilight, darkness was 
beginning to settle thickly over the city of New York, and night's 
sudden approach was nowhere more apparent than by the fountain in 
Central Park. But the sudden encroachment of darkness was halted this 
particular evening, and the well-manicured lawns of the Park, still 
bearing the traces of summer green well into September, were brightly 
lighted with a half dozen carbon arcs, their bluish smoke-streams 
faintly trailing out behind them as they cast a daylight-bright glow 
onto the trio of fashion models being led through their practiced 
motions by one of the city's leading ad agency creative directors, 
Marty Felder. And mingled in with the crowd of curious passers-by and 
agency hangers on were two young people who viewed the fascinating 
scenario of television color commercials being created with particular 
interest, Jessica Richards and her boyfriend, Phillip Wright, had not 
chanced on this happening-in-the-Park; their presence had been 
carefully calculated, right down to the cost of the subway that brought 
them here from Jessica's aunt's brownstone house down near the Village. 
Actually, the scheming was more of Jessica's doing than of Phillip's, 
for she alone had a real and clearly defined reason for being present 
when Marty Felder put his models through their paces. Jessica, too, was 
a model; at least, she'd studied successfully with one of the east's 
top modeling schools and had been through the necessary requisites of 
fifteen dollar modeling assignments and posing for the mandatory badge 
of the modeling profession, the portfolio of stills every girl lugged 
from agency to agency until she found just that right break that tossed 
her into the hundred dollar an hour league and splashed her features 
across the country's biggest magazines. But Jessica Richards had not 
yet discovered that break, though she'd tried as diligently and 
determinedly as any girl in New York, and Marty Felder offered her the 
one shortcut available. But it was a painful shortcut she dreaded to 
take, one that would destroy everything between her and Phillips if he 
were to find out.

It was a week ago today, almost exactly to the minute, when she'd 
finally managed an interview with the heavy, beady eyed Felder in his 
plush paneled offices on the thirteenth floor of a Madison Avenue 
skyscraper. Phillip, true to their long-standing rules of job-hunting, 
had waited outside on the Avenue; he'd finished his own round of agency 
visits before noon, unsuccessful for the third week running in his hunt 
for an art opening where he could use his New York School of Fine Arts 
training better than at the bargain-basement department store 
advertising department he'd just quit. Most of the agency people had 
already cleared their desks and gone back to Connecticut and Long 
Island when Felder remembered his four-thirty appointment still sitting 
in his reception office, and with a flourish of obviously contrived 
courtesy, ushered her in for a quick cursory glance at her well-
traveled portfolio, now slightly the worse for wear from being dragged 
from one agency to another, from modeling house to advertising agency 
to television package producers to network casting offices.

Marty Felder proved to be a man incapable of beating around the bush; 
but neither did he fail to choose his words oh-so-carefully, with the 
polished subtlety of a man long accustomed to propositioning eager 
young girls who searched him out in their quest for modeling success. 
He was just obvious enough to make his point, even with the paddle-
headed adolescent he mistakenly thought she was; subtle enough to avoid 
being hauled into court by some sly, recorder-carrying golddigger, in 
case his long-perfect appraisal of his young job-seeker proved grossly 
incorrect.

"It's easy to go a long way in this business, Miss Richards," he had 
smoothly purred that late afternoon, "It just depends on your looks, 
which you've obviously got, and your, uh ..."--he paused here 
dramatically for a long, slow exploratory assessment of every rich full 
swell and hollow of her five-and-three-quarters feet, obviously 
impressed with the fullness and maturity nineteen years had brought to 
his blonde guest--"... cooperation," he continued finally, after 
satisfying himself, apparently, that the ripely blossoming teenager 
sitting before him was worth a few minutes of his busy day. She sat 
uncomfortably in silence for a few moments, while Felder retraced with 
his eyes his hungry path over her bulging knit sweater and matching 
belted hot pants, coursing down over her young body, following the 
rippling wave of her luxuriant, rich blonde hair as it spilled over the 
ripe swells of her breasts like sparkling water over polished stone. 
She had managed a feeble, stammering reply to his unveiled proposition, 
a proposition of her own that she'd have to think about his terms. 
Jessica had surprised even herself with her unabashed frankness that 
day, for she had never had to face such an enigmatic obstacle before. 
Until then, it was always a no, yes or nothing for her career as far as 
he was concerned ...

*  *  *

Marty Felder glanced up from his crouching position, where he was 
squinting into a Minolta spot-type lightmeter the photographer was 
holding toward the carefully-poised form of Gloria Annenburg, an 
Austrian import who was one of Felder's discoveries and who, Madison 
Avenue legend has it, occupies a bedroom suite of her own in his mid-
town penthouse, available at any hour to satisfy the terms of her 
meteoric success in a most unique manner. He spotted Jessica, smiled 
openly, then visibly cooled as he checked out the dimensions of her 
escort. For though only twenty one, Phillip Wright was excellently 
built, broad through the shoulders and chest, but with a slim tapered 
waist that evidenced his morning three-mile runs and high-protein diet. 
Phillip determined long ago that, while he was definitely an artist, it 
wasn't necessary to effect that gaunt, teetering-at-starvation's-door 
appearance so many of his contemporaries seemed to carry like an 
identification card of their trade.

Jessica excused herself by telling Phillip, quite truthfully, that she 
had to deliver a message to Mr. Felder.

She moved forward through the curiously-staring crowd, elbowing past a 
couple of elderly ladies in true New Yorker fashion, a tactic she'd 
managed to learn, though California was her real home. At the crowd's 
edge was a taut, heavy rope, carefully placed just far enough back to 
keep prying hands from the thousands of dollars worth of expensive 
equipment. As Jessica started to lift the restraining rope, one of the 
agency's hired private police hurried to intercept her; he was a 
frightfully old, rather rheumatic gentleman, unusually absurd in the 
blue uniform of the law. He looked as though he could possibly, and 
only possibly, be a marshal in a retirement home.

"Sorry, Miss. This is as far as you can go. These people have city 
permission," he said as if he expected her to question their legality. 
"You'll have to stay behind the line with all the others."

Jessica smiled brightly, unruffled, "I'm a friend of Mr. Felder." The 
geriatric officer looked puzzled, "You know, the man over there ... the 
one who hired you.

The uniformed guard looked in the direction of the cameras and 
operating lights, remembering finally that there was, indeed, a Mr. 
Felder running the show. Marty caught his eye and signaled an okay.

"Thank you ever so much," said Jessica cheerily as me old man held the 
rope high enough for her to walk through without bending.

The heavily perspiring Felder nodded and smiled thinly at her approach, 
sending one of his mini-clad secretaries off to get some coffee as 
Jessica carne closer. "Well, fancy meeting you out here in Central 
Park," he smiled slightly arrogantly.

Jessica decided to waste no time; his tone was beginning already to 
bear some traces of hostility. She had a task to do ... and there was 
no logic in waiting a second longer than necessary.

"I ... I ... uh, wanted to tell you I've made up my mind on your ... 
your offer," she said, a bit embarrassed that someone might be 
listening. She thought she heard a muffled chuckle behind her, but 
decided not to turn around. Her head was lowered just a bit, her eyes 
darting around at the impressive array of network-owned television 
equipment, her gaze averted from Felder's.

"Right, baby!" he nearly shouted. He started to put his hands on her 
shoulders, but remembered the healthy-looking friend still out there in 
the crowd. "How about tomorrow night? You can meet me at the office 
around seven thirty. I'll tell the night security man your name and you 
can come right up."

Jessica regained her courage and looked him in the eye again, "Okay. 
I'll be there."

"Marvelous, sweetie," he leered, "Dinner first, then ... Well, we'll 
have to see what happens."

*  *  *

Phillip had that questioning look about him when she managed to squeeze 
her way back to him, but he chose not to ask any questions. They 
watched a little longer, then, like most of the others, began to leave 
when real darkness set in. New Yorkers would rather be in the relative 
safety of their own apartments when nighttime arrives, and Jessica and 
Phillip were no exceptions. Only tonight, Jessica had invited Phillip 
to spend the night at her aunt's. He'd have to use the living room 
sofa, of course, but this way they'd be up early and off for their 
picnic out at the beach.

"Let's forget a cab tonight," suggested Jessica, her arm around his 
hips as they walked slowly toward the subway stairs. There were still 
plenty of people about, and even here on the edge of Central Park, they 
felt safe and comfortable.

"I'd hoped you wouldn't mind," confessed Phillip. "Actually, I was 
worried I wouldn't have enough to get us out to Coney Island. I'm 
sorry, Jessica, I just don't know where the money went. I guess ..."

"Quiet, darling," she said, squeezing him tightly, "I don't care about 
the money. You'll have tons of it one day. I just know you will. With 
your talent, it's only a matter of time before you're the hottest art 
talent in the business. You'll see, Phillip." 

Phillip didn't reply; he had heard Jessica's optimistic praise before, 
and though he hoped her enthusiasm was warranted, he was fast getting 
tired. Tired of being turned down, tired of hunting for that big break 
that might not even be there. He held Jessica's slender young body 
close to his, reassuringly. Nighttime settled quickly in the canyons of 
the city, and her radiant warmth felt good in the evening chill. His 
right hand was in his trousers pocket, and with his fingers, Phillip 
could feel the paper-thin fold of one-dollar bills. And that was all he 
had left from his final paycheck at the store, all until the elusive 
opening came his way.

And he couldn't help wondering if it would ever come at all.



Chapter 2


Jessica's aunt, Mildred Whithers, was asleep when they arrived, a small 
blessing she was indeed grateful for, as Aunt Mildred had a tendency to 
ramble on for hours, particularly when she had me rare privilege of 
meeting new people. Jessica helped her boyfriend make up his bed on the 
sofa and tip-toed upstairs to her bedroom, kissing him affectionately 
before her departure.

She unfastened the clip at the back of her head and brushed the day's 
knots and tangles from her thick blonde hair, sitting before the 
antique vanity mirror on a padded stool. Her thoughts went back to the 
last time she and Phillip had been together, other than their daytime 
meetings for job-hunting. They had borrowed a car from a friend of his 
from school and driven up into the New York upstate hillsides. Her 
heart nearly missed a beat even now, thinking about me beauty and 
romance of it all. They had found a gorgeously secluded place for 
sharing their picnic lunch, and before either of them realized it, 
their warm kisses had become flaming hot caresses. She remembered 
Phillip's hand on her breasts; the way she'd offered no resistance as 
he unfastened her bra, thinking that nothing would be wrong with it, 
the tender tingle of his fingers on her young nipples, the way he made 
her gasp for breath and squeal as he played with her breasts there on 
me grassy hillside beneath a sheltering elm tree. And she recalled also 
how she'd been so dreamily unconcerned with the reality of it all, 
blinded by the rapturous music of romance, that she hadn't stopped his 
hand as it slid up her leg with one smooth, unhesitating movement and 
went straight under the thin sheerness of her panties to the pink moist 
lips of her vagina. Even now her mouth went dry at the memory of that 
moment, at the frightening closeness she had experienced that 
afternoon, a closeness to losing her virginity she had failed so 
blindly to see coming. She had been nearly crazy with love for Phillip 
that day when his fingertips played tenderly with me ragged pink 
flanges of her pussy, tweaked playfully the tender nerve-filled bud of 
her clitoris. His fingers had probed deeply into the hot thin vaginal 
passage up between her slightly parted legs as he had tried to tug her 
panties down. It seemed now that perhaps it was the chill of the air on 
her unaccustomedly naked thighs that triggered her response, returned 
her to normalcy. Phillip had first pleaded, then argued, and finally, 
demanded that she cooperate, but she had resolutely stood her ground, 
and in me end, she emerged the winner. He had pouted for awhile, 
looking for all the world like a five year old who'd been deprived of a 
toy. Then, he'd finally begun to speak to her again, offering to do 
anything she liked to make it safe. Use rubbers, pull it out in time, 
anything ... and the rest of their day was far from the spring-like 
romance it had been before. They had driven back to the city in near 
silence, speaking only as necessary, and then only in monosyllabic 
mutterances, her with an uncomfortable wetness between her legs that 
soaked her panties and threatened to stain through her dress. And 
Phillip with that bulging hardness under his trousers mat she could see 
so clearly in the light from the automobile dash gauges.

And now this! How could she reconcile all that with what had just this 
evening happened? She couldn't pretend she didn't know what Marty 
Felder wanted of her, that she didn't know the full lurid extent of his 
proposition. How could she leave her own real love alone on the sofa 
when tomorrow she would be called on to ... Oh God, she just couldn't 
bear to think about it! It was just more than she could handle tonight 
... tomorrow would have to take care of itself.

Jessica undressed and slipped between the cool crisp sheets and soon 
sank into a tossing, fitful sleep.

Jessica's restlessness had kicked the covers off her naked young body 
as she dreamed a tormented dream of lovemaking, of Phillip's nakedness 
against hers. And of Marty Felder.

Her door opened gently and squeaked a shrill alarm that seemed a dozen 
times louder in the quiet of the night. Jessica opened her eyes as 
Phillip stepped into the room, wearing nothing but his white 
undershorts.

"Phillip! Have you lost your mind?!" she tried to whisper and shout at 
the same time.

He came over toward her in the pale moonlight from the open second 
story window; she could see the bulging mound concealed inside his 
shorts and knew instantly what was on his mind.

"Phillip," she repeated, "you must be crazy. Aunt Mildred will hear you 
and throw us both out! You have to leave ... now!"

But he came at her and pulled her up into his arms, yanking her 
nakedness up against his strong body and kissing her furiously, his 
tongue snaking between her lips hungrily. She felt frightened and 
strangely excited at the same time, and a kind of emptiness ached in 
her belly. He pushed forward and she yielded to the powerful pressure, 
falling back onto the bed beneath his crushing weight. His hand began 
to rake her body, smoothing over the ripe swell of her bare breasts; 
his lips found her pink crinkly nipple and he bit into it painfully. 
She covered her mouth hurriedly to stifle the cry that nearly escaped.

"No, Phillip, no!" she whispered angrily, aware now of the dangerous 
position she was in.

But his hand roamed caressingly over her body, gently over ribs and 
belly, stroking the fragrant, sparse fleece of her pubis so that she 
itched between her legs and squirmed to escape his teasing touch. But 
his hand soon found her treasures again and pushed aside the soft pink 
lips of her pussy as his tongue had pushed aside hers. She gasped, 
nearly choking from the surprised entry, squirming still, but now 
against his fingers rather than away.

"Oh, Phillip, please," she murmured, breathlessly now, "We can't ... we 
can't."

In an instant, he was out of his shorts and Jessica could feel the 
huge, hot throbbing of his penis against her hip in the darkness. His 
ravishing fingers probed deeper and deeper in her tender virginal 
passage. Her neck arched off the mattress, her teeth gritted, as she 
managed a weak, rasping, "N-No, Phillip ... p-please ..."

Phillip took her hand and placed it on his prick; she recoiled at the 
initial touch. God, it was enormous ... she'd never realized they were 
so huge! His own fingers over hers began a slow massaging motion and 
when he pulled away, her fingertips continued the gentle caressing 
movement on their own. As much from curiosity as from passion, Jessica 
allowed her fingers to drop down to the hairy swollen firmness of his 
balls, and she stroked them gently, holding their heavy weight in her 
open palm. Phillip was grinding his teeth noisily and grunting between 
breaths. She felt the first oozing drop of semen on her thigh as his 
immense cock rested there; for a moment, she wondered if that might be 
his ejaculation, but his prick was still as hard and rigid as a young 
sapling.

"Jessica, darling, please ... we've got to, honey, or I'll go crazy!"

"Phillip, we've been through this before. I told you ... no, no!"

And even as she mouthed her words, refused him, Jessica knew it wasn't 
right. Dear God, how can I refuse him? How can I refuse myself?!

She knew she couldn't stop him if he really wanted to; only yelling to 
Aunt Mildred for help could stop him, and she'd never do that. After 
all, this wasn't any villainous intruder. This was Phillip!

"Jesus, I've got to have you," he moaned and rolled onto her. She 
squirmed to get from beneath him, but was not strong enough to lift his 
weight. 

"No, please, no!"

She clenched her thighs tight together snub felt the immensity of his 
throbbing, lust-inflated cock between them, long and hard in the vise-
like grip of her bare legs. In one last effort to ward off his 
frightening advance, Jessica squeezed her legs even tighter together. 
at can 't be like this! I've got to have time to think!

There was a gasp ... Phillip moaned, holding his breath interminably, 
and suddenly Jessica felt his prick expand and shudder as if alive. He 
gasped a quick breath, then gasped again and again as Jessica felt the 
hot sticky flood of his climax splatter over her thighs and drip down 
between them.

His weight was like a dead man on her as he lay there very still his 
breath erratic and panting. She stroked his head tenderly, afraid now 
that his cries might have awakened Aunt Mildred. But there was no sound 
from down the hall if, indeed, she was awake.

He lay there a very long time, then climbed wearily to his feet, 
searching for his undershorts in the darkness. She grabbed his arm and 
Sculled him to her face, kissing him warmly. There were no words ... 
and there seethed no need for any.

Jessica closed her eyes as she heard the bedroom dour softly shut. And 
in a few minutes, she was asleep again, as though he'd never been there 
nakedly beside her ...



Chapter 3


Jessica identified herself to the uniformed night guard at Marty 
Felder's Madison Avenue agency address; the old man said nothing, but 
gave her a knowing wink as he motioned toward the elevators. Obviously, 
after-hours visitors were not out of the ordinary for Felder, something 
she could have guessed quite easily without the old man's help.

The agency door was open when she stepped from the elevator car at the 
thirteenth floor; down the long open central room she could see a 
couple of young men, most likely copywriters, at work at a large desk 
in the back. Behind them was a cork storyboard, with paste-up drawings 
of the television commercial frames yet to be filmed. They were using a 
small Sony tape recorder, and the peppy jingle sounded odd and out-of-
place, somehow out of context. Marty's door was open, too-that was 
something she'd noticed about advertising agencies, people seldom 
worked behind closed doors. She didn't know whether to attribute that 
to a convivial sense of sharing, or if the well-known agency "pirating" 
was more likely the reason for giving no one cause to be suspicious.

Felder was up and out of his chair before Jessica reached the doorway. 
"Hello, luv'," he greeted her, "I was just finishing up. Let's go out 
through the parking garage and I'll get out of these work clothes." 
Jessica thought his outfit was more than adequate for anything going at 
this hour in New York, but she didn't question him.

"Sure. Anything you say." The two young men in the back of the main 
work room, their slightly-long hair over their expensive collars, 
glanced up, frozen in mid-stride, for a moment. The raucous, tiny 
jingle blared on; then after smiling knowingly they went back to their 
work.

Felder led the way down the darkened corridor, past the brightly-
decorated offices of the creative staff of Hartfield and Marsh. Jessica 
tried to steal a quick glance into the empty offices as they hurried 
past; many of the walls were covered with color eight by ten's of 
models for the agencies various accounts-models like herself. Or like 
she wanted to be.

"My car's in the basement," said Felder, "Why don't you go on down. 
It's a Cadillac ... Eldorado. It's safe down there, lots of lights, and 
a night attendant. Just tell him you're looking for my car. I've got to 
stop by the sixteenth floor and use the telex line. But only for a 
minute, okay? Be right there." And with that, he left the elevator and 
she was alone again. When the car reached its destination and the doors 
opened again, she discovered she was in a cavernous, neon-lit basement 
garage, all purple and humming from the thin tubes that lined the 
ceiling. Another guard, almost identical to the one she'd first 
encountered on coming in from Madison Avenue, stirred from his folding 
aluminum chair when the metal doors whirred open.

"Yes, Ma'am, can I help you," he offered politely, smiling rather 
mechanically.

"Mr. Felder told me to wait for him here ... in his car."

"Yes, Ma'am," said the guard, "it's over there. The dark green one."

Jessica thanked him and followed his directions to a Forest Green 
Eldorado and climbed in. She nestled down in the luxurious interior, 
surrounded by yards of natural leather; even the smell of the car was 
rich. It felt oddly homey and familiar, as if a car like this was where 
she had belonged all along. She had turned the collar of her coat up 
and was sitting with her eyes closed when Felder arrived.

"Like it. baby?" he asked, standing in the splash of multi-colored 
lights that lit-up instantly when he opened the door.

"Yes, it's beautiful. But it must have cost a lot of money," she said 
rather innocently.

"Yeah, but it's worth it. When you've got a job like mine, first 
impressions mean a lot. You'd be surprised how many people judge a man 
by the car he drives." 

"Yes ... I suppose so."

After crossing town, knifing through the early evening traffic like an 
expensive cruiser cuts through water, they entered another underground 
garage, waiting for the gates to electrically open after Marty had 
pressed the button installed under the left side of the Cadillac's 
dash.

"Radio-controlled," he said by way of explanation.

Jessica only nodded, looked up with her neck craned for a better look 
at this frightfully expensive looking apartment building near the south 
end of Central Park. She wasn't certain exactly where, for she had 
become lost in the quick series of corners they'd taken from Madison 
Avenue.

The elevator door was open for them, and in a few quick moments, they 
were on the twenty-third floor. When they were in the entry hallway, 
Jessica glanced around, wondering which of the four doorways was 
Felder's. She eyed the nameplates of each, but none gave her a clue ... 
Robbins, Saperstein, Alexander, and Van Root.

"No, not here. We've got one more elevator to take," said Felder. It 
was only then that Jessica noticed the steel-blue doors of the second 
elevator; but this one had no call buttons to push, only a keyed plate 
midway up the wall beside the doors. Marty inserted a key from his key-
ring and turned it halfway. The doors opened with an electronic noise 
like something out of a spy-thriller movie; bright light spilled out 
into the corridor.

"Hop aboard. It's the Felder Express," he laughed.

Jessica stepped inside and watched curiously as he pressed the sole 
button, marked "P." Only then did she realize Marty Felder owned the 
penthouse.

His condominium apartment was immense, even for this plush section of 
New York, and from any of his four terraces, there was a spectacular 
view of the world's number one city by night. Looking out over the 
sparkling lights, you could almost forget about the crime and abuse, 
the filth and pollution that had scarred New York like the ravages of 
leprosy. Jessica stood by the railing, breathing in the cool night air 
mat seemed somehow less dirty now that night had hidden the belching 
Con Edison smokestacks and the millions of reeking exhaust pipes in a 
mantle of darkness.

"Gee, Mr. Felder, it must be exciting living here like this. I mean, 
you've got a view of the whole city. There must be something going on 
all the time down there. And you can see all of it any time you like!" 
Jessica was busily taking it all in, following the sweep of the streets 
and avenues she was able to identify, including the dazzling streak of 
incandescent splendor that marked the course of Broadway cutting 
diagonally across the crowded Manhattan Island.

When she didn't get an answer, she turned to see where her host--and 
hopefully, her employer--had taken himself. She spotted him at the 
opposite end of the long richly-carpeted living room, busily fiddling 
with a thermos-sealed canister and a tiny colored pipe that appeared to 
be made of stone or clay. "In here, honey!" he shouted, and Jessica 
went back inside from the glorious night to join him. She could feel 
her pulse racing much quicker than usual and she knew it was from the 
boost of adrenaline she'd just received from the excitement of being in 
this movie-set world, an exclusive tiny portion of the city that was 
usually reserved for the very rich or the very famous. And she was 
here, she was a part of it! This was the storybook fantasy world she 
had dreamed of for so many years ... and now there was a chance for it 
to all become real!

"Have a little of this, it'll take the day's tensions away in a hurry," 
offered Felder, extending his hand with the tiny reddish-colored pipe 
between his thumb and first finger.

Jessica took the proffered calmative cautiously, eyeing the smoldering 
Middle-Eastern-looking device with growing suspicion. One sharp inhale 
of the curling bluish smoke confirmed her fears ... it was hashish! 

"First time?"

"Uh, no ... I just didn't recognize it at first," lied Jessica. 
Actually, she had been around it often enough; she'd watched her 
friends get stoned out of their minds plenty of times. But she'd never 
gathered the courage to try it herself. Oh hell, it can't be all that 
bad ... didn't the government admit that millions of Americans have 
tried marijuana or hashish at least once.?

"Well, anyway, here, give it a try."

"Oh, I don't know ... maybe a glass of wine or something might be 
better," she said.

But Felder was insistent, "Go ahead. It won't hurt you. And it won't 
pickle your liver like wine will. Come on, live a little."

Those words were familiar ... when she'd come here from Ohio, that had 
been her exact plan--to live a little. She took the pipe from him and 
took a light cautious puff, more like a sip than a swallow.

"No, no," corrected Felder, "You've got to hold it all down. Take a 
really deep drag and keep it in your lungs as long as you can."

Jessica followed his instructions and nearly choked on the sweet-
smelling smoke as it filled her lungs until she thought they'd burst or 
catch fire. But she managed to hold it down a few seconds.

"That's better," said Felder. "Take a look at me doing it once and 
you'll be smoking it like a pro." He held the clay pipe's tip between 
his slightly-parted lips, not touching it, and inhaled a thick acrid 
cloud of the smoke. Jessica imitated his technique, and this time she 
felt the powerful fumes trigger a hidden alarm somewhere in the 
recesses of her brain. When he passed it back to her once again, she 
pushed it away, "I think that's enough for me, Mr. Felder. It sort of 
makes me dizzy, you know?" She realized she was grinning when she 
spoke, and she felt suddenly very foolish and silly, like she wanted to 
giggle.

"You've hardly started, baby," he insisted, and handed the warm pipe 
back to her.

"Well, maybe, just once more. And I'd like to hear more about what kind 
of job you have for me ... you did say there was something available, 
didn't you?"

"Sure, baby, sure. Only let's not talk business right now. I've been 
doing that all day. Here, have another drag on the ol' pipe."

Somewhat reassured now, Jessica took another drag from the glowing 
pipe-bowl, watching it intently as it flared into a red hot ball of 
sticky hashish coals from her sharp intake of breath.

"Now, see what I mean," said Felder, his hand on her shoulder lightly, 
"it's damn good hash, right?"

Jessica opened her mouth to speak, but there was nothing there. Her 
head suddenly began to spin like a carrousel, and when she looked out 
the huge expanse of plate glass that lined the living room, she saw 
only a whirling kaleidoscope of jewel-like pinpoints of color and light 
racing by. Suddenly she was very frightened ... she'd never been 
totally out of control of her own body. But now she was; her muscles 
and limbs refused to be commanded by her brain.

Jessica closed her eyes for a moment. It wasn't really a voluntary act, 
more the forced surrender of her heavy eyelids to me powerful drug. And 
when she opened them again, reluctantly, she gasped for breath, nearly 
crying out at the unexpected surprise that greeted her.

Marty Felder was naked!



Chapter 4


It took nearly a full minute for the horrible realization to sink in, 
to etch its rabid truth in the cells of her drugged brain. Again she 
tried to speak, to scream, anything, but it was useless. She looked at 
him dumbly, her eyes now glazed with the grayish translucence familiar 
to chronic hashish smokers. He was fatter than she would have imagined 
... his flesh sagged and was smeared with the wetness of his 
perspiration. Under the drooping sag of his belly, his penis jutted out 
like a small cannon, surrounded by a jet black fuzz of hair. She 
giggled hysterically, unable to help herself, then shivered violently. 
The dawning awareness of what he had in store for her revolted her. The 
very thought of his middle-aged paunch sprawled over her naked body was 
too much. Just the very thought was enough to turn her stomach ... she 
couldn't believe that she would ever have agreed to even come here. And 
certainly not ... this!

Felder came toward her, his eyes bugged with delight as he mentally 
undressed his prize young catch, pausing to savor me choicer parts of 
her ripening anatomy. "Take your dress off," he ordered roughly, a 
changed, more menacing person now under me effects of the powerful 
African hallucinogenic.

Jessica shook her head firmly, "N-No, no ... I can't. I-I can't do it."

"Take it off, you Goddamn bitch, or I'll take it off for you!" he 
barked.

Jessica looked around vainly for a way out, but remembered the locked 
elevator and the intricate winding route back to the outside; she'd 
never escape him by running, that was certain.

"Well, what're you waiting for, cunt? Take that damn dress off ... 
right now!"

Jessica knew she had to do something to buy some time, even if it meant 
stripping her clothes off in front of this horrid man. She slipped the 
short dress over her head with trembling fingers, standing before him 
now in bra and panties and panty hose, still wearing her leader boots 
that stopped just below the knee. He gazed wildly at her long legs, so 
pertly trim and smooth, her firm breasts which made little white mounds 
over the cups of her bra, her snow-white bare midriff, the gentle swell 
of her roundly curved young hips. His penetrating look frightened her 
even more, and she gasped, tearfully, "I can't ... Please don't make me 
do it. I can't!"

He came toward her. His eyes showed no chance of escape for her-they 
were lustful, cruel and unyielding. Suddenly his strong arms enveloped 
her and his lips engulfed hers voraciously, sucking them into his wet, 
drooling mouth. She began to struggle, but she was so dizzy from the 
hashish she could scarcely stand. She knew any minute she would buckle 
and collapse in a heap on the floor. She fought to retain 
consciousness, her one chance to prevent this awful nightmare from 
happening to her. His tongue seemed to fill her mouth, brushing wetly 
around inside, and blocking the much-needed air necessary for the young 
blonde to remain conscious. His flesh smelled sweaty, strongly so in 
his lustful straining fury, and seemed to surround her, trapping her 
like a tiny flower in one huge meaty palm.

"No, no, I won't," she insisted, regaining a measure of her courage, 
"let me go this minute, you hear!"

She struggled furiously but he moved her with him across the luxurious 
room as if they were one body, seeming to flow like liquid, heedless of 
her feeble resistance. She felt a great, frenzied fear knotted in her 
belly and her body and limbs began to tremble uncontrollably. The 
dizziness was growing worse, the whole room spinning crazily around her 
in a topsy-turvy kaleidoscope of colors and light.

She found the ceiling was straight ahead. It couldn't be true! She was 
flat on her back, pinned like some small helpless captive prey before 
this beast. There was a crushing weight on her that emptied her lungs 
... a strong hand snatched the sheer fabric of her bra away. The air 
was suddenly chill and menacing on her naked young breasts. Felder's 
probing fingers found the taut band of her panties and pulled, yanking 
them, along with her pantyhose down to her knees. 

"Kick off those boots ... right now!"

She obeyed, and in another instant, she was naked, her body uncovered 
now and vulnerable to this sadistic animal's hungry touch. His body 
seemed to flow over her in a crushing tide, like molten lava. His hands 
were everywhere, on her face, sliding down over the quivering pink buds 
of her nipples, down between the sides of her whitely trembling young 
thighs. She blacked out for a moment, then regained her senses ... 
there was a sudden deep, thrusting entry as if a thick pole had been 
rammed into her body. She gasped and jerked away, terrified, but the 
ravaging member followed her splitting into the softness of her pubic 
hair and the wet mouth came back onto her, nibbling at her lips and her 
tongue ...

"Aaaaaggggghhhhh!" The red-hot poker was suddenly in her, pistoning 
between her thighs and on up into her open cunt so that the smooth 
moist walls inside seemed to be burning in raging flames and her whole 
lower body felt about to split apart. Tears gushed down her cheeks and 
she began to sob hysterically. The room began again to spin and tumble 
and, mercifully, she lost consciousness.

*  *  *

It seemed hours later when Jessica came to. She wasn't sure how long it 
had been, but the night was still outside at least. She was aware that 
her breasts were being stroked and that there was a great hot weight of 
flesh along her back. She discovered that she was lying on her side on 
a leather sofa, completely naked. The surroundings seemed unfamiliar, 
she had forgotten her own entry a short while ago. Her head ached and, 
more noticeably, her vagina throbbed with a painfulness that seemed to 
radiate throughout her whole torso. It felt as if a solid wedge of 
something was inside her, but there was nothing. Gradually her memory 
returned; without moving she lowered her eyes to the alien hand that 
openly caressed her breasts. It had actually happened ... she wasn't a 
virgin any longer. She'd lost it, and quite completely, judging from 
the aching between her legs. It didn't seem to matter now. All that 
fear she had had was just in her mind. Except that it would have been 
much better with Phillip; she regretted now having rebuffed him. She 
spoke, not particularly to anyone, as if Marty Felder didn't exist.

"How about something to drink?"

The hot hand slipped down over her belly and the fingers traced a line 
over the curve of her girlish hip to rest on the smooth naked flesh of 
her buttocks. There was a grunting heaving movement accompanied by 
pressure on her firm buttocks-cheek. Felder lifted himself from behind 
her.

"Sure, baby. You deserve a drink after the performance you gave."

He came into view between her feet. She watched with revulsion as his 
thick flaccid cock dangled from the clump of hair beneath his paunchy 
belly. It was wet and sticky, and a thin trail of semen broke away as 
he moved from her. It seemed impossible now, but it was true enough ... 
this man had just fucked her ... yes, that was the word ... fucked her, 
used her like some common whore. God, it was too much to believe.

"How about a beer? I've got some cold ones here in the cooler."

"Anything. Just make it quick."

He handed her a glass mug of chilled beer and she quickly gulped it 
down. He climbed over her and she lay perfectly still, offering no 
resistance. He lay down behind her again, his body tight against her 
backside. She tried to ignore him, as if somehow by not having to face 
his hot presence, he would vanish. She'd never felt lower in her life; 
it was as if she had sunk into some bottomless pool of depravation and 
shame. She finished the last of the beer; it offered some little solace 
as the alcohol seemed to clear the cobwebs left from the hashish from 
her brain. She felt his body snuggle closer; he had a big, hard 
erection. She could feel it poking into the cleavage of her naked 
buttocks from behind, its bulbous head prodded between the firm, softly 
yielding cheeks of her youthful ass.

"I've never had a virgin before. Didn't know how much I was missing," 
he said slyly, a sinister grinning smirk on his sweaty face.

"And what makes you think you've had one now."

"Wow, baby, you've got to be kidding! Right up till you went under, you 
were like a wild woman." He spat out the words with gleeful enjoyment, 
obviously relishing the memory of his vicious sadistic assault.

She didn't say anything. She simply lay there, her mind almost blank, 
broken only once in awhile by the flickering memories of her nights 
with Phillip, the times they had come so close. She had refused her 
lover so many times ... and now this! 

"I think I'd better go, Mr. Felder."

She felt his answer, his pulsing rod of flesh pressing harder against 
her buttocks as he slipped his fingers around her waist and tightened 
her against him, pressing his loins hard against the fleshy globes of 
her well ripened young ass cheeks. "You don't have to leave yet, honey. 
There's lots of night left."

His body pressed very close to her and his lips took a gentle nibble 
from the warm nape of her neck to the curve of her shoulder. She lay 
still, uncooperative, but with no strength or will left to resist. She 
felt his hand ooze between her thighs where her buttocks joined them; 
it no longer shocked her or revolted her to have him exploring her 
nakedness this way; there was simply no feeling at all.

His fingers caressed the lips of her fragrant young pussy and finally 
entered and stroked the moist tender walls of the gently throbbing 
passage, now ravaged of its innocence. Her insides contracted 
involuntarily; she supposed you couldn't help getting some enjoyment 
out of it even if the man was as repugnant to her as this one. His 
rigid penis oozed between her thighs after his fingers and poked and 
prodded for the opening in her ravished pelvis.

"Not again, no ... I'm sore there. Please, let me go home now!"

"Now, now, baby you wouldn't want me to have to get rough, now would 
you?" He smiled as he spoke, but his evil smirk belied his feeble 
attempt at pretending a trace of warmth in his cold being.

Her mind froze and she gritted her teeth in a spasm of anger and fear. 
She knew she'd be no match for his strength and weight, and she doubted 
anyone would hear her way up here on top of this building. And in New 
York, no one would come to her aid even if they did hear.

Now the thick knob of his cock had found the moist little slit of 
vaginal flesh again. She groaned painfully as it pressed the soft, 
hair-fringed lips apart and moved between the bruised tender walls of 
her cunt. He ignored her discomfort and pushed harder into her, sinking 
the whole thick, turgid length of his prick once more in her tight, 
already once ravaged young pussy.

"Oooooh God, please, you're hurting me!"

But Felder seemed to lose himself in a frenzy of wanton passion as the 
tight moist walls of her vaginal sheath closed like a soft wet hand 
around the heavily pulsating shaft of his aching cock. Suddenly his 
breath came up from his belly in raking gasps and he skewered her 
furiously with his hardening prick, burrowing completely into her so 
that she cried out in agony. But he held her securely, with one hand 
curving around each hip so that his strong fingers bit into the firm, 
elastic flesh of her abdomen. He moved into her like a series of 
crashing waves, each larger and harder. She gasped and squirmed, caught 
like a stuck pig on the end of a lance. His thighs were hairy and 
bristly along the sensitive under sides of her naked behind. He 
pummeled into her with great force, seeming to fill the whole of her 
knotted belly, all the way up to her heavily quaking breasts. Sometimes 
he hurt her even more with a sudden sharp point of excruciating pain as 
he jerked his heavy loins more powerfully upwards and battered her 
tender inner cunt walls with the swollen, throbbing head of his immense 
cock. At other moments it seemed as if he was exploding like gunpowder 
deep inside her, spreading wide and vulnerable parts of her anatomy 
that had always been hidden before.

Behind her on the leather sofa he was grunting like a raving madman, 
tossing and twisting and moaning as he battered his heavy, lust-
hardened cock up deeper into her tiny cringing pussy, grinding his 
hair-covered pelvis hard against the firm adolescent-like cheeks of her 
softly giving ass cheeks.

"Goddamn!" she heard him gasp, and his fingers dug deeper into her 
belly, making her squeal with fresh pain. She felt an extra pressure 
against her hips and his fingers began to pull and guide her until she 
was moving onto her knees, his swollen prick still firmly imbedded in 
the moist tightness of her cunt. He tugged and yanked until she 
reluctantly moved with his guiding effort, although this degrading 
position made her feel horribly debased and subjugated, like some lowly 
servant girl stripped and bent over for her master's amusement. She 
suddenly knew what a prostitute must feel, just another piece of flesh 
at some man's twisted whim, nothing more than a lewd receptacle for his 
passion driven sperm.

Now he slithered up closer behind her and between her wide-spread 
thighs, pushing them apart even more with his knees as he squirmed his 
prick right up, deeper, up to the very hilt in her wetly constrictive 
young cunt. Now that she was spread out so helpless and defenseless 
this way, he seemed to invade her even deeper with his cock, splitting 
her tortured body in half, forcing agonizing gasp after gasp from her 
futilely pleading lips.

"Oooohhhh, please ... please, you're hurting me!" she cried.

Her back began to ache from the constant pressure of his hands around 
her waist, bending her down humiliatingly so mat her naked young 
buttocks soared upward toward his face. She felt totally naked and 
abused, a filthy, wanton slut good only for this horrid animal's 
pleasures. Her loins tingled and contracted, a thousand red-hot points 
brushing against one another, sending out millions of shivering chills 
through her body from the quivering nucleus of her cock-filled young 
pussy.

His flesh buffeted her ass with steady bruising force; every pounding 
thrust was punctuated with a gasping whine from the man's throat. Beads 
of sweat slung from his naked torso and splattered on me young blonde's 
bare flesh, soaking her with his perspiration as he fucked viciously 
into her again and again, each and every vicious grind burrowing his 
cock deep in her ravaged young belly. She suddenly thought, God, what 
if he gets me pregnant! But now she was unable to voice any protest, 
her feeble powers of resistance drowned by the rising tide of wicked 
passion that his deep, skewering thrusts were building in her now 
almost traitorously accepting loins. His rhythmic thrusting continued, 
bringing a low muffled cry from her parched throat with every painful 
inward thrust. He seemed to be getting bigger and bigger, probing 
deeper and deeper up into her body toward her very throat. Her breasts 
heaved and swayed beneath her as she suddenly discovered her naked body 
involuntarily writhing and twisting on the end of his heavily impaling 
prick, swaying in time with his deep, punishing thrusts, grinding me 
thin, hair-lined lips of her now wetly clasping young vagina back 
against his pelvis as she felt the lust-distended head of his cock far 
up in her wide-stretched insides.

She was incredibly sore but afire with a great building pressure, a 
liquid screaming pressure deep in her loins that ached to be set free. 
She couldn't think of anything but the agonizingly sweet buildup inside 
her; as much as she hated the thought of what this man was doing to 
her, of the way he was using her like some kind of lewd, unthinking 
sexual toy, it was happening. Somehow she'd never thought it would 
really happen this way to her. The buildup grew into a great, ever 
expanding bubble which was swelling to enormous size inside her. She 
screamed loudly, and screamed again, loud and shrill, and the stretched 
bubble burst and it seemed like hot blood rushing from her loins in a 
wild liquid torrent, hot and fluid and gushing, and she screamed again 
with the tears of fright and ecstasy and shuddering relief running in 
streams down her cheeks.

" Ooooohhhhh ... yes, yes ... oooohhhhh," she whined.

She began to calm a little, though she was still trembling all over and 
her stomach was quaking as if she'd just been beaten within an inch of 
her life ... and still he was stuffing his thick penis up into her wet 
sperm-inundated cunt with unrelenting fury, wheezing between his teeth 
and practically hurling her onto the floor with every powerful forward 
thrust. Now the pain was returning, the pain this monster had 
successfully masked with a flood of wantonness as he skillfully 
manipulated her, wringing a torrent of orgasmic ecstasy from her young, 
inexperienced body. It only hurt now, and even worse than before. Her 
vagina felt as if it had been sliced with a knife in a dozen places. 
She gritted her teeth, wondering how long she could stand it, and then 
she heard him muttering, cursing under his quickening breath.

"Jesus, baby, your cunt's so tight! So Goddamn hot and tight!" And his 
muttering grew into a steady babble of moaning, groaning agony, rose to 
a gasping howl and exploded into an agonized cry. She felt nothing in 
her tautly stretched vagina except that his thrust slowed to a great 
solid, grinding heave ... and then it happened. She jerked reflexively 
as she felt the naked, heaving man empty his hotly, seething load deep 
up inside her helplessly contracting belly, filling her whole insides 
with his dangerous life-giving sperm. Quick flashes of what might be 
happening raced through her numbed brain; of how she might be pregnant 
what it would be like to carry this monster's child. And then he fell 
forward on her with a tortured groan and his body was such a hulking 
mountain of weight that she collapsed under him, pinned flat against 
the sofa cushion, her firmly rounded young breasts smashed into the 
leather. He lay there on her a long times heaving and gasping.

"W-What if I g-get pregnant?" she asked finally in a near whisper.

"That's the least of your worries, honey," he laughed, his breathing 
back to normal now. "I've had a vasectomy ... years ago. So don't go 
getting any ideas. I've got a letter from the Doc to prove I'm as 
sterile as a surgeon's glove."

A few minutes passed, then she complained of the crushing bulk on top 
of her tiny young form, and he rolled off and walked to the door of the 
terrace. She wiped the sticky trail of his lewdly shining semen from 
her thighs with the sleeve of his crumpled shirt when he wasn't 
looking.

She began to pick up her scattered clothes, searching here and there 
under the furniture. He sat back down on the edge of the sofa, looking 
even paunchier and flabbier than before now somehow, his limp penis 
dangling in a flaccid knob from beneath the fleshy roll of his belly.

"I'd like to go home now," Jessica said quietly. She didn't even want 
to talk of the job he had for her now; all she wanted was the quiet 
sanctuary of her own room. Away from people, away from this man.

"You'll go when I say so," he said nastily. "And not a minute before."

Jessica stood there gaping at him, making no attempt now to hide her 
youthful nakedness, her hands casually on her hips. Her firm ripe 
breasts stood out defiantly, the tiny pink nipples still hard and 
crinkly from his vicious ravishment. Surely he couldn't mean it! What 
was there left for him to do to her? There was nothing left!

Ignoring his threat, she stepped into her panties, gingerly lifting her 
legs as bolts of pain rippled through her thighs.

"Put those panties back where you found them!" he barked. "I'm not 
ready to go yet."

"I'll take a cab. You needn't bother, Mr. Felder," she said bitterly.

"Take off those Goddamn panties!"

She couldn't believe it! She had been stripped like a servant girl in 
the market place, screwed half to death like a whore by this fat, vile 
man, paraded naked before his lustful eyes, fucked and filled almost to 
bursting with his horrible sperm until her whole body ached. And he 
still wanted more of her!



Chapter 5


Phillip glanced around furtively as he stepped from the cab at Valerie 
Dodge's riverside address, then laughed at his needless cautiousness. 
Hell, there was no sense acting like some super-spy outrunning the KGB; 
after all, there wasn't a chance in the world of Jessica being within 
miles of this place. He had not seen her now for several days, 
something of a rarity in itself, but the odds were rather slim she'd be 
strolling about in this neighborhood at ten o'clock in the evening. Or 
in any neighborhood in New York, if she had any brains at all.

He showed the smartly-uniformed doorman his invitation, with his name 
neatly inked across it in flowing blue-black script, and was directed, 
with a courteous little bow, to the second battery of elevators, the 
ones marked "17-30," and told he was okayed for admittance to the 
twenty-fourth floor condominium the William Brantley Dodge's called 
home. He chuckled to himself as he checked his tie and collar in the 
elevator mirror-Christ, a two-bit artist like himself invited to a 
party at W. B. Dodge's apartment! Hobnobbing with the joint rulers of 
the country's biggest and most successful model and network packaging 
outfit, both of them millionaires a few times over. And the incredible 
way it all came about-hell, that was a story in itself!

*  *  *

It was only last week, though now it seemed months ago as Phillip 
recalled me events that led up to this invitation. Jessica had been in 
another of her moods, he remembered; and like always, she chose not to 
explain, just to keep it all bottled up in her lovely little self. It 
was the day after she was supposed to meet some agency creative 
director for an after-hours interview. She hadn't said much about it, 
just that it was less than successful, and, knowing Jessica's temper, 
Phillip had simply left it at that, though he was far from happy about 
these unusual job interviews she seemed to be constantly drawn into. 
Not that he would ever have suspected Jessica of any wrong- doing-
Christ, she just wasn't the type for that. But those ad agency 
smoothies could be pretty persuasive, just the same.

Anyway, they'd argued about it for a few minutes, tossed the usual 
harsh words back and forth, then, like always, kissed and forgot the 
whole thing and headed through the evening chill for the subway ride to 
the W. B. Dodge Company, the source of most of network television's 
commercials and the "think-tank" for more award-winning television 
specials than anyone could count.

There wasn't any particular reason for doing it, but this days just 
this once, they varied their usual job-hunting procedure and Phillip 
accompanied his girlfriend inside for the interview, waiting as 
unobtrusively as possible in a lobby filled with eager young models and 
would-be actresses, all toting their shop-worn portfolio cases loaded 
with stills and press-releases and anything else they could pile 
together in hopes of impressing Bill or Valerie Dodge, the king and 
queen, without dispute, of the W. B. Dodge empire, a sprawling kingdom 
that covered five floors here in their mid-town location, and another 
couple of thousand square feet of studio space down near the Village.

Phillip had made no effort to make his presence known; on the contrary, 
he'd attempted most diligently to stay out of sight, even to the point 
of taking a seat opposite Jessica when they entered, knowing only too 
well how agency receptionists felt about friends accompanying the girls 
when the agency announced its infrequent hiring sessions, or 'cattle 
calls" as they were known in the trade. But anonymity was just not to 
be his this afternoon.

Valerie Dodge nodded ever-so-slightly when she passed through the 
reception area the first time. Phillip had not the faintest notion who 
she was, though he suspected she was indeed the empress herself when 
the room suddenly quieted and a couple of dozen skirts were quickly 
adjusted, some going up and others going down. And when the former 
television actress turned model-agency executive had made her exit, one 
of the young hopefuls nearest Phillip made the identification certain.

"That was her! Valerie Dodge! Isn't she gorgeous, just like in all her 
films!" the young girl had shrieked, and Phillip had agreed, indeed, 
Valerie Dodge was a beautiful woman, blessed with genetic good looks 
and enough money to sustain them with daily trips to the plushest of 
Manhattan's glittering salons. She was tall, he guessed about five-nine 
that afternoon, and her Paris-styled auburn hair accented the jet-set 
beauties of her elegantly beautiful face. And that body of hers was in 
a category by itself! Her breasts were huge and full, but deliciously 
proud and firm, without a trace of sag to detract from her glamorous 
profile. He wondered even then, from that fleeting glimpse, how this 
magnificent celebrity would look without those Saks originals ... in 
fact, without anything at all, just her fabled body stretched nude 
across a king-sized bed. Phillip remembered now that he'd quickly 
crossed that silly daydream from his thoughts. If only he had known 
what the future held for him!

He had been reading a terribly outdated copy of Women's Wear Daily, 
just to have something to occupy his mind, when he suddenly realized 
that the displaced voice he'd heard was talking to him. "You must be 
Phillip Wright?" it said.

He looked up, startled, from his paper. It was Valerie Dodge, standing 
right by his shoulder. He'd failed to notice her reenter the reception 
room. "Right ... but how did you know that?" he asked, manfully aware 
that the swarm of delicious young lovelies had hushed their nervous 
buzzing and was intently focused on him as he courteously rose quickly 
to his feet.

"It's not magic, really, love," she purred, Jessica was just mentioning 
you to my husband when I went in for a file." She paused and glanced 
him over, a quick cursory appraisal, but one obvious enough to gain the 
young man's attention. "Would you like to come in to my office a 
moment?"

Phillip hesitated ... not from disinterest, but disbelief. Valerie 
Dodge requesting him to enter her office! "Of course! I mean ... yes, 
certainly." He tried to conceal his surprise and excitement, leaving 
the roomful of whispering girls to guess his true identity, to 
determine among themselves if he was, yes indeed, Phillip Wright, 
world-famous movie producer, or Phillip Wright, noted actor, or ... 

"Have a seat, Phillip," offered Valerie Dodge when they'd both entered 
her private office suite and she had closed the heavy door behind them. 
Phillip waited graciously until his hostess had seated herself behind 
the single inch-thick glass pane that served her as a desk. He sank 
comfortably into a thickly padded leather armchair that seemed to 
envelop him in a womb of softness and aromatic cowhide.

"I suppose you're wondering why I wanted to see you?"

He nodded, "That's for sure. I usually have to try a dozen times just 
to see one of the paid flunkies. It comes as a bit of a shock to be 
personally invited into a place like this." He made a sweep of his 
hand, indicating the expansive layout of the older woman's office and 
separate sitting-room all furnished with the h and-picked choicest of 
the Manhattan decorators' offering, the walls adorned with stills and 
promotional posters from some of her earlier television and motion 
picture successes.

"Don't let it threaten you," she laughed, a real smile on her lips now 
for the first time since she'd first spoken. It was truly becoming on 
her, adding an even greater depth to the already-fathomless beauty and 
glamour this woman possessed. "It's my real home. This is where I 
really live," she confessed. "The apartment is just for changing 
clothes and entertaining. I feel much more at ease here than anywhere 
else."

"Uh, yes ... it is really nice. And I see you have gardens outside, 
too," Phillip said somewhat nervously, grasping awkwardly for something 
meaningful to say, but not really succeeding.

"Yes, it's another little private hideaway of mine. I guess I am 
somewhat of a nut about privacy, but those years in front of the camera 
had to have some effect on me, I suppose." She stopped talking, staring 
straight at her handsome young visitor as if waiting for him to speak, 
but the growing lump in his throat blocked whatever words he might have 
managed. "Oh, how thoughtless of me," she suddenly gushed, "let me fix 
you a drink. You must be absolutely dying of thirst after sitting out 
there in that office so long." She Jumped up from her swivel chair and 
hurriedly crossed the room. Phillip was suddenly reminded of a 
television show from his early youth, and the graceful entrances 
another famous star made at the opening of each show, her gowns always 
trailing regally as she swept into the room and onto the screens of 
those pioneering days of television.

"What will it be? Scotch okay?"

"Sure, that's fine," he answered. And for the moment, he couldn't for 
the life of him remember if he drank scotch or not.

Valerie vanished through the open doorway into the adjoining suite; 
from across the second room Philip heard the tinkling of glasses and 
the bubbling of fine liquor being poured.

"You take water, Phillip?" came the shouted voice. He replied 
negatively, reasoning, quite prophetically, it turned out, that he 
could use a stiff drink about right now. For a few moments, there was 
no sound at all, then the soft closing of a door, perhaps a cupboard or 
closet, a rustle of something he couldn't put his finger on, then the 
sound of softly padding steps as Valerie Dodge, adored and coveted by 
countless thousands of dissatisfied married men, returned to her young 
visitor. Only the statuesque redhead did not actually return; Phillip 
sensed, rather than saw, her standing in the doorway ... he looked up.

"Mrs. Dodge!" he gasped, bolting to his feet and jarring the cocktail 
table before him so hard that it tumbled onto the carpet, dumping an 
empty ashtray and a few magazines onto the floor.

"Like my outfit, love?" she purred, holding her arms away from her 
body, a drink in each hand. She was wearing a light, baby-blue gown 
that could have been made of Saran-wrap, and it was more man obvious 
she had removed her bra and panties while out of the room fixing the 
drinks. Her shoes were still on, along with her white garter belt and 
dark stockings. His eyes instantly locked on the deep, inviting cleft 
between her enormous, bulging breasts. Her nipples, crinkly and 
brownish, poked against the sheer line of gauze-like fabric that 
offered no more concealment than a sheet of clear glass, little peaks 
of tingling flesh already aroused and hardened as he looked upon them.

Phillip glanced nervously around, checking the door instinctively.

'Oh, you needn't worry about anyone coming in. My penchant for privacy 
is a legend around here. Nobody would dare enter this office without 
calling first ... and besides," she added with a twinkling grin, "it 
locks automatically when you shut it."

"Jesus, you're beautiful!" Phillip said, without a trace of nervousness 
or awkwardness now. Somehow it all seemed right ... her being there 
nearly naked, his being alone with her. It was as if at that very 
instant in time, something snapped within him, some little switch 
somewhere deep in his brain suddenly closed. And he was suddenly 
feeling the beginning of a glowing power and self-confidence he'd never 
even hoped for before. Even at that moment, he knew what was expected 
of him, knew that making love to this fantastically desirable woman was 
going to change him and that perhaps nothing less than a real woman 
like this would ever satisfy him again.

Valerie lowered her eyes for a moment to the bulge in his trousers; his 
cock was out of position in his shorts, and that made the obvious 
swelling even more apparent. His erection stood out like a tree limb, 
so tight against the fabric of his pants that he was afraid it might 
just rip through and come bursting out like an animal's penis might 
when confronted with a female so obviously in heat and eager for 
excitement. She grinned at the sight of it. "You seem to like me, 
lover," she said softly, a glistening sparkle in her eyes. "It's pretty 
obvious."

"That's pretty observant of you," he laughed, even surer of himself 
now. "Not everyone would have noticed."

"How could I help it, darling. Now it's getting even more obvious ..." 
She paused dramatically and stared for a full beat at the still growing 
bulge in his crotch. "... You're quite a big man."

"C'mon ... the weather's nicer in here, stud," she said seductively.

Phillip followed her without an instant's hesitation, feeling more and 
more confident of his masculinity with every step toward this 
voluptuous woman's lair. She was well ahead of him, and when he entered 
the inner room, she was already sitting on the edge of her bed. And 
what a bed! It was round, at least seven feet across, and covered with 
a blaze-red silk cover with the name Valerie spelled out in huge script 
letters that ran from one side to the other. He glanced down at the 
thin hair-lined lips of her vagina clearly visible now between her 
slightly parted legs. He didn't blush at the sight of her womanly 
treasures like he might have in the past; her pleased smile was 
invitation enough, but she opened her legs a bit more, a teasing grin 
on her lips as he caught a glimpse of the faintest dewdrop of her own 
excitement just beginning to glisten on the soft pink furrows of her 
narrow cuntal slit. She handed him his drink and it seemed to go down 
in one swallow, warming his body along its path, adding to the growing 
intense heat he was already feeling for this beautiful woman far down 
in his loins.

He stood over her silently, reverently, like a pilgrim come to do 
homage to a saint, as she loosed the clasp that held the robe together 
just above the swelling mounds of her luscious breasts. She pulled the 
two halves of the flimsy garment apart, exposing the large full mounds, 
the ripe dark nipples staring at him wetly. She had moistened them with 
saliva from her tongue before he entered, adding magically to the 
already maddening allure of this gorgeous female.

"I can't believe how beautiful you are," he muttered innocently, "I 
knew movie stars were nice looking, but I never expected anything like 
... like this!" He stared mutely at her nakedness, still holding the 
empty glass in his hand. He could see the tell-tale glint of growing 
passion in her eyes and it was all he could do to hold back the urge to 
drop to his knees at her feet and bury his face and lips in the warm 
moist delicacy of that incredibly tantalizing furrow between her smooth 
supple thighs that seemed to beckon him, call to him with a siren's 
song all its own. But he managed to contain himself, somehow aware now 
that this was no "quickie," one just didn't jump on the famous Valerie 
Dodge and pump it to her like a common whore. She wanted a lover, not 
an over-eager punk kid who'd leave her hot and horny and unsatisfied. 
He could tell already that the agonizing wait would bring its own 
reward.

"You've got a lot to offer yourself," she smiled up at him, "enough to 
get me interested, and I'm not that excitable."

'I've never had any complaints," he said with a boyish grin.

Valerie parted her thighs a little more, flexing the sinewy lengths of 
her ripely formed legs like a lioness might before a kill. "I'll bet 
you don't, young man," she purred. And with that, she leaned back 
seductively onto her elbows, arching herself backward invitingly with a 
tempting smile that made her offering undeniable.

Phillip leaned over and kissed her, lightly at first, on the lips, 
pretending that this sort of chance encounter with a glamorous screen 
star and celebrity was just run-of-the-mill with him.

She held him off for a moment, teasingly, then reached up, curled her 
arms around and pulled him down onto her naked warmth. One of his legs 
was between her opened thighs; he shivered at the feel of her 
incredible supple softness as her body seemed glued against his. She 
moved her thigh up against his crotch as he ground his lips harshly 
into her, bringing his cock into painfully erect hardness. He could 
feel the wetness of his seminal fluid seeping from the gland on me 
rapidly hardening tip. It smeared against his leg inside his pants 
until he was certain Valerie could feel the sticky wetness through the 
fabric. She continued her practiced massaging with a skillful 
thoroughness that brought his aching lustfulness to a crescendo pitch; 
he was certain the head of his throbbing prick would explode at any 
second. It was jerking now as though he would cum at the least extra 
pressure; it was definite now, he could feel the pressure building deep 
in his balls below. He thrust his tongue deep in her mouth as she 
sucked gently tenderly, on it, nibbling with tiny sharp nips of her 
teeth that sent chills racing the length of his spine. He pulled his 
head away to escape the warm teasing sensation and placed his cheeks 
against her hair, pausing to think guiltily of how horrified and 
shocked Jessica would be if she knew what was happening right here in 
the same office.

And then he thought, "Valerie, what about my girl? What if she can't 
find me and starts asking questions?"

Valerie Dodge's hand was on the handsome young man's inner thigh, 
brushing lightly, appraisingly, over the hardened bulge along the 
inside of his leg, admiring the long, thick ridge that poked eagerly 
against the material. "You can stop worrying. The girl on the desk will 
just tell her you are with Mrs. Dodge for an interview. You are an 
artist, aren't you?"

"Yes, but ..."

"But nothing. Anyway, when we're ... uh, finished, shall we say, with 
pleasure, we'll find time to talk business. Dodge always needs new 
artists. Especially those so ..." her hand stroked the throbbing rigid 
length of his cock still growing harder inside his pants, "... well 
equipped."

They seemed frozen there for a long moment, Phillip half-leaning, half-
crouching over the voluptuously naked wife of William B. Dodge, while 
the poor bastard was only an office or two away!

"Get your clothes off, honey," she whispered hoarsely, visibly excited 
now as she quivered beneath him, "I'll teach you some tricks that 
little teeny-bopper girlfriend of yours never dreamed of." Her thighs 
were grinding against his loins heatedly.

"You do want to fuck me, don't you Phillip?" Her voice was strained and 
husky now.

"Jesus Christ, yes!" he nearly shouted.

"Then let's hear you say it, baby," she cooed.

"Yes ... I want to fuck you!"

"Is that all? Just fuck me ... just an ordinary ol' fuck?"

"No, better man any you've ever had! Harder and deeper than you've ever 
had it!" Phillip was worked up to me bursting point, whipped into a 
panting, lusting rage by the naked woman's lewd urgings.

"God, baby, get naked and get in me! Hurry, I'm dying!" she moaned, 
pushing him away in her haste.

He jumped from the bed and began desperately stripping himself to join 
the already nakedly writhing woman so anxiously waiting for him on the 
silk covers, her smooth, milk-white curves laid bare before him like a 
feast. He felt a twinge of self-consciousness as he dropped his pants 
and undershorts together and stood over her still lying on the round 
bed with his cock jutting out in full naked erection from his hard 
muscular pelvis, a long, thick length of throbbing flesh and blood 
dangling before the unclothed married woman below. She lifted her body 
slightly and pulled off the last of the sheer robe that lay uselessly 
at her sides, leaving just her white garter belt and dark stockings, an 
incredible frame for the tantalizing temptation of her warm, moist 
furrow, her pussy-lips palpitating now with unbridled lust and wanton 
excitement. She lay back on the enormous bed and looked up at him 
standing stark nude over her; her eyes glued to the throbbing, blood-
filled head of his young, eager cock standing out in the air. She 
watched the pulsing, lust-distended head a moment, then managed a 
hoarse, anguished plea, "Oh, get that marvelous hunk of meat in me, 
lover! I'm dying, baby, dying! Goddamn, get it deep inside me and screw 
me good, please! Jesus, get it in my cunt and fuck me before I burn 
up!"

He lay down on the bed beside her, dragging her over to him with the 
youthful strength of his muscular arms. He moved one hand down to the 
smoothness of her buttocks and cupped them. They were beautifully 
shaped and sinewy as he had expected them to be. Her body was warm and 
soft against him and she raised her face to his, locking her lips 
tightly to his as her hand searched down between them for the hardness 
of his penis. He gasped aloud this time at the coolness of her fingers 
around his throbbing rigidity. He pressed his head forward and kissed 
her back, hot and moist kisses that smothered her with his intense 
youthful passion. Her odor was maddening, a rich, exotic perfume that 
he'd never smelled before; the scent was appropriate for His 
fantastically passionate woman, a kind of tantalizing muskiness that 
reeked of erotic abandonment and perversions. Her lips were soft and 
gave before the harsh pressure of his with a warm yielding rubberiness 
that sent electric chills racing throughout his naked sinewy body. She 
crushed the full length of her body against his and ground her pelvis 
tightly into him before suddenly twisting her body in a frenzied burst 
of lustful passion, and pulling his body onto her full nakedness, 
opening her legs wide to take him between them; his cock probed up 
between her silken thighs, pressed eagerly against the puffed fleshy 
lips of her moist, warm pussy.

"Oh, please, fuck me, darting ... I can't stand it! Please!"

*  *  *

William Dodge, having glanced twice at his platinum Rolex watch, 
excused himself from his lovely young office visitor, and stepped from 
the room through a door marked Private. Jessica Richards, cut off 
somewhat abruptly, though politely, in mid-sentence, just as she was 
describing the most recent modeling assignment she had worked on, sat 
rather puzzled, though not really very concerned. She knew that big 
corporate heads like William Dodge were constantly being interrupted 
and called away to meetings and such, and that abrupt disappearances 
like this were probably routine for a man like him. He'd been looking 
at his watch ever since his wife, Valerie, came in for a hurried, 
whispered chat a while before; whatever she had to tell him seemed to 
interest him greatly. She could actually see a rush of color and 
excitement come to his face as his attractive wife whispered her news 
in her husband's ear. Mrs. Dodge apologized profusely for the rude 
interruption and excused herself.

Jessica folded her hands and waited patiently, being careful not to 
become overly anxious, lest a tiny mist of perspiration add that glossy 
cheapness to her spotless complexion. No, she wanted everything right 
this time, no matter how long it took. Of course, she did worry about 
poor Phillip, waiting alone in that reception room, with nothing to 
read but fashion magazines. Oh well, it was his idea to come along ...

Bill Dodge stepped into the darkened ex-storage room adjoining his 
office and the homier half of Valerie's little hideaway. He flicked on 
the master wall switch at his left, after first being certain that the 
door was closed and locked behind him. An impressive array of lights 
came up immediately, rather like the control panel of a 707. But there 
was a lot more excitement to be gained right here than in the captain's 
seat of a big jetliner.

He checked that all the line voltages were in order, then switched on 
camera "A." Suddenly an enormous tape reel on the room's counter 
surface began to turn, taking up the slack and then, unreeling inch 
after inch of wide videotape from the opposite fully-loaded reel. 
Satisfied that everything was working properly, Bill Dodge flicked on 
two images came into focus on the tiny screen. First, a confused 
kaleidoscope of run-on colors and fuzzy lines; then, the distinct forms 
of a man and woman writhing together like a couple of spawning salmon 
in the next room. The camera was positioned perfectly, no accident it 
was though. But rather, the result of careful planning and lighting 
design by one of the Dodge Agency's top electronics men, and a trusted 
one to boot. Every light in Valerie's room, every piece of furniture, 
was carefully laid-out to facilitate these tapings. All he ever needed 
was the eager nod from his over-sexed wife, indicating she'd found 
another hopeful for her boudoir workouts.

Goddamn it, that Valerie really knows what she's doing in bed!

Bill noticed a slight gnawing knot of jealousy as he watched his wife's 
passion contorted face and realized only too well that this was no act 
she was putting on. She just loved to be fucked, and made no attempt to 
cover it up. He leaned over and adjusted the color blend on the monitor 
set and settled back to watch this little episode; he wanted badly to 
open the office door and invite the young man's girlfriend in to watch 
her faithful lover in action with a real woman. But he thought better 
of it ... there was always time for that later. Right now was the time 
for his favorite avocation, watching his wife get it hard and fast from 
another man. Damn, how that bitch could lock her legs around a man's 
ass and fuck!

*  *  *

Valerie Dodge, even more excited by knowing her husband was watching 
this virile young man fuck her like a whore, crushed Phillip tight to 
her and ran her hands searchingly over his body, exploring eagerly the 
secret hollows of him. His cock was resting along the inside of her 
thigh, hard against the narrow hair-lined slit of her cunt. She arched 
up for a moment, levering them both off the bed with the strength of 
her back and, reaching under her buttocks with both hands, spread her 
soft, fleece lined vaginal lips slowly apart, giving his throbbing 
penis greater contact with the wet sensitive flesh as it lay the full 
length of the moist gently pulsing furrow. She relaxed, dropping her 
body back to the bed, his rigid member trapped between her hungrily 
clasping thighs.

He forced his hands between her shoulders and the mattress and ran them 
down the soft curves of her back and hips. He could feel the raised 
edges of her spine moving almost imperceptibly as she undulated her 
body up against him in a slow, teasing rhythm. The sinews of her 
muscles rippled lightly just under the tanned skin, giving away me 
powerful reserve of animal strength in her naked body. The tenseness of 
the cords in her thighs pressed against me outside of his hips. He 
wondered how they would grip around him later when he had sunk his 
aching hardness deep up inside her warm, yielding pussy.

"Oh, Philip, darling, you feel so good," she moaned, smashing her lips 
against him again and writhing the flatness of her belly close up to 
him. Her nails trailed across his back, leaving small reddish welts in 
their path. He pushed his hands farther down beneath her, cupping the 
fullness of her ass in the palms of his hands and pulled her wetly, 
open loins up tighter against him. He moved up and down slowly, 
insinuating the hardness of his full length up and down the widespread 
slit, sensing it grow wider and wetter with every lewd, grinding probe 
of his massive cock. Her ass began a more desperate motion, rotating up 
against his loins until her legs, without warning, flared out wide on 
either side of his young virile body, her calves locking against the 
back of his thighs. Dulling him tighter into her.

"Yes, yes ... oh, fuck me now, now!" she hoarsely cried into his ear, 
her eyes clenched tightly shut, her pelvis grinding in a frantic wanton 
rhythm now.

He started to move but she beat him to it. Her hands came down between 
them and circled around his hot throbbing cock, parting the softness of 
her pubic hair with the tip and guiding it between the lips of her 
eagerly palpitating cunt. Phillip groaned above her as he felt her move 
it up and down between her legs, parting the silken curling fleece of 
her vaginal hair with the pulsating blood-engorged head of his prick. 
They grazed teasingly against the super-sensitive flesh, forcing it 
into even greater hardness until it ached excruciatingly from the 
agonizing pressure.

Phillip couldn't hold back another second and flicked his hips forward 
with a sudden cruel thrust mat drove his cock with a flesh-splitting 
crash into the hotly gaping mouth of her pussy. She gasped aloud at me 
impact of his virile, ravishing entry.

"Ooooohhhhh," she moaned beneath him as she could feel the warm elastic 
sheath of her own pussy close wetly over the young man's long, hard 
penis. It entered with a slight popping sound, almost as though she was 
a virgin being taken for the first time, except that with her it was 
easier and infinitely more enjoyable, because she could control the 
deliciously educated muscles of her vagina that way every time. And 
Phillip was no fool; already he was thinking of those other times, 
those times in the future when he'd get together again with this 
marvelous woman.

His long thick penis raced up into her warmly sucking cunt to the full 
depths of her eagerly quivering belly, warm and tight at first, aching 
the fun length of his rigid member and then easier as the wetness of 
the passage surrounded him, lubricating the way. Then suddenly, he hit 
bottom ...

"Aaaaggghhhh," the painfully writhing woman cried, as his balls slapped 
hard against the rounded cheeks of her ass. William Dodge's voluptuous 
wife screamed a low, animal-like scream beneath him, twisting 
momentarily to escape the sudden unexpected pain. But he thrust harder, 
screwing his pelvis tighter into her loins so there was no escape for 
her. She was skewered good and he lay for a moment to allow the pain of 
his sudden ravishing entry to subside, proud to be able to hurt her 
this way. Christ, he'd show her what a real fucking was like, hurt her 
like nobody ever had ... and she'd be powerless to hurt him in return. 
It was the same old story retold, woman helpless and subjugated in sex, 
helpless to hurt back, only able to be hurt. And to suffer through it 
all, possessed by the power of man.

*  *  *

Shit, he's better than I'd have guessed, Bill Dodge observed from the 
sanctuary of his hidden control room, watching the increasingly frantic 
action on his color television monitor. Yes, Valerie will get a kick 
out of this tape, that's for sure. And so will some of her friends, 
unless I've misjudged that sex-crazy bunch. Christ, I'll have to really 
throw the ol' meat to her tonight to keep up with this young fucker!

He kept thinking about that sweet little thing sitting so innocently 
and demurely in his office, just a few feet away ... thinking about how 
she'd look out there on that big bed. But not with this young stud ... 
with William Dodge, of course! But that was in the future, if at all. 
Time now to switch the tape unit to automatic and return to my lovely 
young guest. Mustn't keep her waiting too long.

*  *  *

Phillip ground his pelvis into the squirming flaccid flesh of the older 
woman beneath him as she strained back under him, arching her loins up 
at him, lifting them both a few inches off the silken coverlets from 
the furious strength of her upward thrusts. She moaned ceaselessly 
beneath his pounding body, opening and closing her legs around his hips 
as she worked up and down in a chanting rhythm of intercourse as old as 
the universe itself. Her mouth gaped open wide, her head flailing from 
side to side on the mattress again and again in wild ecstasy.

"It feels good, good, baby, so fucking good! Stick your finger in my 
asshole! Hurt me, lover, hurt me! Make me scream!"

He reached under her between her buttocks as he drove his cock 
rhythmically into the wetness of her cunt. He stretched the smoothly 
curved crevice of her ass wide, searching with the tip of his stiffened 
middle finger for the tight little hole of her anus.

And then he found it ... a small trickle of her own juices was running 
down the widespread crevice from where he could feel his hardened rod 
of lust-distended flesh slithering hotly into her. It moistened the 
tight puckered little hole, lubricating it slightly and he probed 
experimentally for a moment with the tip of his finger. He pushed hard, 
feeling the knotted little band of muscle give a little, and then 
suddenly the tight elastic nether ring gave way completely and his 
finger slid in up to the first knuckle. She jumped forward, almost 
crawling on her back to escape the sudden unexpected pain that seared 
through her rectum.

"Aaaaggghhhhh, yes, it hurts! It hurts!"

Phillip answered her cries with a deeper stab of his upraised finger, 
sinking it to the second joint.

"Yes, yes ... Ooooohhhhh, yes, hurt me! Hurt me!" she screamed, 
writhing ecstatically, impaled between me two ravishing fleshy spears 
of his cock and middle finger.

Seemingly oblivious to the anguished pain, he felt her suddenly begin 
screwing her buttocks back on his finger until it was sunk to me palm 
of his hand. He jiggled it inside, rotating it around in the fleshy 
depths of her tender rectum. He could feel through the thin wall of 
flesh separating her two passages me underside of his cock sliding in 
and out of her, and he began skewering her between them, maintaining 
the same rhythm for both as she groaned on under him. His nail caught 
the flesh momentarily in her asshole, scraping her painfully, and she 
jerked, but then caught up me rhythm again, opening her legs wide out 
over me bed to give him even greater freedom of entry to her ravished 
loins.

Phillip could feel his cock growing and expanding inside her until it 
felt as though it were going to burst from the exquisite pleasure and 
sperm building in his testicles as they slapped heavily against her 
buttocks below. It wouldn't be long, he hoped, he knew he couldn't hold 
it back forever. She had to cum soon.

He could tell she was near completion as she gripped him tight between 
her thighs, opening and closing them around his driving hips in time to 
his long, hard thrusts into her. She gurgled beneath him, the sound 
coming from somewhere deep within her throat as though she had no 
control over it. He knew she was near and he continued his merciless 
thrusting with all me strength in his well-toned youthful body.

"Ooooohhhhh, yes, fuck me, fuck me hard, baby! Hard! HARD!!" She 
punctuated her wanton plea with the pounding of her heels high up on 
his naked back. She had jackknifed her legs up tight, pressing her 
knees back hard into her breasts and offering him me full opening of 
her upraised crotch. Her eyes rolled uncontrollably in her head, her 
face contorted and straining for the final explosion so near.

"I'm cumming ..." Her mouth gaped wide in ecstatic abandon, almost 
disbelief. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"

She mumbled on incoherently until the sounds coming from her throat 
were a mass of jumbled, unintelligible syllables. She pulled back her 
Highs tighter until the whole of her wide-stretched vaginal slit was 
presented up to him to abuse and ravage as he willed. Her ankles locked 
high up over his shoulders, her crotch squirming beneath him in a wild 
uninhibited dance of abandoned ecstasy. Her mouth hung open wide, 
unseeing eyes glazed as they aimed blankly toward the ceiling.

And then ... "Aaaaaggghhhhh!" A banshee scream burst from her lips and 
filled the room with her ecstatic fulfillment, their two sweat-soaked, 
panting bodies slapping brutally together. Dodge's naked wife's 
nostrils flared wildly and she screwed herself up onto his thrusting 
cock and locked herself to him with all the strength of her thighs 
while her loins jerked spasmodically against his belly.

She held her breath for an interminable long time, then expelled it as 
though she'd been kicked in the stomach, collapsing limply down into 
the soft, yielding mattress. She lay still, except for the 
uncontrollable quivering of her pussy as her vaginal walls shivered out 
the last of her bone-wrenching orgasm, still locked wetly around 
Phillip's tortured prick, swollen now to an incredible hardness. He 
pushed deep into her and lay still. Inside her, it felt as big around 
as a man's forearm, shoved deliciously up into her very insides.

Only the last traces of anguished self-control kept him from continuing 
to screw into her. Christ, he'd never in his short life seen anything 
like this. Or felt anything like this, either! He throbbed the muscles 
of his cock deep in her belly, hoping to urge her back for more.

"Oh, honey, that was really nice," she purred, "I haven't been screwed 
like that in a helluva long time."

"Don't put it in the past tense," Phillip said proudly, "we're not 
finished yet."

"Jesus, you've really been holding back, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but I can't hold it much longer," he gasped. "My balls are about 
to blow up."

"Pull it out and roll over, sweetie," she smiled, "Mommy's gonna' give 
you a special treat for being such a good boy."

He pulled back, sliding his hardness out of the soft warmth of her 
pussy. It killed him to pull it out, he was so near to shooting out his 
painfully waiting cum in her belly that he didn't want to stop but he 
had to let her have her way. It would be best this time until he knew 
more about her, about what she wanted in her lovemaking. He had to 
admit that, while he'd had a fair share of women, his sexual 
experiences were pretty much the straight missionary-position stuff. 
Maybe he'd learn some things that would help with Jessica ... that is, 
if she ever stopped hanging on to that precious virginity of hers.

He reluctantly rolled from the softness of her body over onto his back, 
thin sticky trails of her orgasm following his cock across her lower 
thigh. He lay tense, with his cock pointed straight at the ceiling. 
Glancing, he looked to see it she was making any moves in that 
direction.

She turned on her side toward him and, reaching out with her hand, 
began stroking him, sliding the loose flesh up and down in a slow, 
magical rhythm that caused his ache to increase almost beyond 
endurance. Then she rose to her knees and hovered over him on all 
fours, her face a scant few inches from the throbbing moist head of his 
penis. She held it tightly between both hands, stroking it between the 
flat of her palms in a teasing up and down motion that caused his loins 
to undulate in time to her maddening pace.

Her head dropped slowly toward the hardness of him and suddenly her 
tongue flicked forward, me tip boring teasingly into the wetness of the 
tiny gland on the end. He sucked his breath in from the sudden 
unexpected contact. Chills rippled along his back, bonging a groan from 
his parched lips. She brought her mouth down all the way and enclosed 
the whole of the sensitive, lust-engorged knob in a moist, warm 
pressure. Her lips tightened like an elastic band around it just below 
the head, trapping it completely inside the warm wet cavern of her 
mouth as her tongue tormentingly flicked at the super-sensitive tip.

"God!" he groaned, lifting his head from the bed and staring down at 
her contorted face. The sight of his hard shaft of flesh sunk halfway 
between her pink, widely ovaled lips increased the sensation a thousand 
fold. It was still wet from the juices of her orgasm and glistened like 
the stump of a wet tree along the part she had not yet sucked up 
between her soft moist lips. She massaged the soft resilient skin of 
his sperm-laden testicles gently with one hand and stroked the base of 
his cock between the thumb and forefinger of the other as she began to 
suck rhythmically up and down. He could feel the softness of her tongue 
twirling maddeningly around it at the apex of the withdrawal, the tip 
flicking magically across the tiny opening of the gland on the end. He 
flexed his buttocks, his head still raised, watching the top of her 
head bobbing up and down below. The sight of her labors made it all the 
more exciting for him.

Valerie Dodge could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his 
long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging gently 
into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails where they 
had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the loose skin. She 
shifted her position over his thigh without disengaging her mouth from 
his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open legs. She reached 
under his buttocks and cupped them in her palms, pulling his loins up 
tighter to her face. Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily 
throbbing head furiously until Phillip felt it nearing the bursting 
point as she took almost all of the rigid shaft deep into her throat. 
He was certain she would choke, but somehow she managed to relax the 
muscles in her tender throat passage, and his thickly-swollen prick 
eased down the soft channel easily as she continued the maddening 
sucking on and on.

Great swirls of heat were building deep in his balls as he watched her 
face working above his sweating loins. He could see tiny rivulets of 
sweat rolling in thin droplets from the side of her body as she bucked 
over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened 
until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his 
back up completely off the bed, pushing his cock even deeper between 
the moistly ovaled ridges of her softly working lips.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working frantically and wild 
unintelligible garbled mumblings spitting from his painfully clenched 
teeth. Suddenly, he gasped. The moment was here and a low, gutteral 
sound started from somewhere deep in his chest as he felt the hot 
sticky sperm begin its mad headlong dash from the shelter of his balls 
and begin spewing in hot thin streams into her ravenously sucking 
mouth. Her cheeks expanded and hollowed fish-like as she greedily 
swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on 
sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of 
her mouth. His hands tangled cruelly in her hair, holding her head to 
the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his squirting prick all the way 
down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed and 
gulped desperately to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted 
heavily in final and complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in 
her mouth but she continued sucking, nibbling softly and carefully, 
drawing every last drop of the warm sticky sperm from his bruised and 
battered cock. And it was over ...

*  *  *

Silently, the steel doors of the elevator opened and Phillip Wright 
stepped out into the marble-clad corridor. His heels clicked loudly on 
the stone floor as he walked toward the Dodge apartment, one of only 
two on the entire huge floor.

Yes, it was a strange series of circumstances allright ... Valerie, 
poised as usual, had dressed and hurried out into the reception room 
that day ahead of him, apologizing to Jessica profusely for keeping 
"your handsome man," explaining that she had some work in mind for him. 
Jessica, naturally, was overjoyed, so much so, in fact, that she never 
noticed the somewhat sheepish Cheshire-cat grin on his face when he 
returned a few minutes later. And apparently Valerie Dodge was serious 
about the work, for a day later she called with an offer of a short-
term assignment, sort of a trial run, you might say. And with an 
invitation to this party.

He'd thought of telling Jessica, but then, since he hadn't actually 
seen her in a few days, it hardly seemed worth the bother. She'd 
understand, probably, knowing it was only for business, even though it 
wasn't the sort of thing she'd ever dream of. Phillip half-laughed to 
himself as he thought of what Jessica's reaction would be to the mere 
mention of what had happened the other day in Valerie's office. Jesus, 
she'd go out of her mind!

"Phillip, darling! Come in, come in!" Valerie swished from the suddenly 
open door and hustled him into the immense living room ... and into the 
most important night of his life.



Chapter 6


Jessica Wright waited nervously for the doorman to open her door as she 
sat, somewhat afraid, in the enormous Mercedes-Benz limousine that had 
brought her to this fashionable riverside high-rise. The uniformed 
employee was fast on his feet for an old man, or at least he was when 
he recognized the car. She politely thanked the driver, a middle-aged 
black who only nodded in reply, and lifted the hem of her silvery gown, 
her arm firmly but gently held by the doorman, as she made her way to 
the building entrance.

William Dodge had sent the car for her, just as he had promised on the 
telephone when he called day before yesterday. She had nearly refused 
his invitation at first, feeling it only fair to talk this over with 
Phillip first. But her aunt's phone had been out of order for almost a 
week now, and still no sign of a repairman from that marvelously 
efficient New York telephone company. She couldn't call him for an 
okay. And after all, didn't Mr. Dodge take special care to emphasize 
that Mrs. Dodge would be at the party too? What could be wrong with 
accepting his kind invitation? Surely, the contacts she could make at a 
party like this would be a great help in her modeling career, maybe 
even in Phillip's art practice.

Jessica was reluctant for another reason, too ... it was only a few 
short days since that horrible night at Marty Felder's. That nightmare 
was still indelibly etched in her mind, and there still remained the 
awful task of telling Phillip the truth about what went on in the 
Felder penthouse. She knew she had to tell him eventually--it wouldn't 
be fair to even think about marriage until she'd leveled with him. 
Maybe he wouldn't want her after he learned the truth ... some men 
couldn't live with the knowledge that their wives had done something as 
unspeakable as what she had been dragged into at Marty Felder's. But 
that was the gamble she'd have to take. If Phillip was indeed half the 
man she knew he was, he'd understand He'd forgive her and go on loving 
her just as though nothing had ever happened.

And for her part, Jessica knew now never to let herself be suckered 
into anything again, no matter what the odds. There could never be 
another Marty Felder in her life, for Jessica Richards the kid grew up 
that night. And no man would ever pull the wool over her eyes again. 
Not that she had to worry with Phillip--he wasn't the sort. Wild 
perhaps, like all artists are, in some way or another, but sweet and 
warm and gentle. Not like so many men she'd met since embarking on this 
career. Not like the Marty Felder's of this world.

Of course, there hadn't been any job offer forthcoming from that 
horrible Felder. All she could thank that filthy pervert for was the 
chance at an interview with William Dodge. That much he owed her, he 
reluctantly admitted, after a quarter-hour of non-stop tears when the 
heartless monster finally admitted that he really didn't have anything 
open for her at the moment. And it was that interview that led her to 
this party.

Jessica's heart quickened as she entered the plushly decorated lobby; 
she paused in front of one of the ceiling-high mirrors to check her 
hair. One of her classmates from modeling school had styled it for her, 
and the effect, she'd have to admit, was stunning. It was high in back, 
and trailed down over the sides of her head in a half-dozen little 
ringlets, each of them lightly frosted to add contrast to her honey-
blonde luxuriant hair. The dress was a real extravagance, but one she 
hoped would be worth the investment. Her Aunt had lent her the money, 
but only after she heard where the party was being held. When the Dodge 
name and address was mentioned, she couldn't dig up the money fast 
enough. No niece of hers was going to William Dodge's home without a 
new dress, she had insisted, and Jessica, admittedly, had offered only 
the least of token resistance.

"Miss Richards?"

She turned, surprised at the sound of her name, It was Bill Dodge, 
elegant in an Italian jumpsuit creation that made him look like 
Mastroianni in an imported movie. "Oh, hello. I didn't expect to find 
you in the lobby," she said.

He laughed, and when he did the soft skin around his eyes furrowed into 
a hundred tiny wrinkles, like the eyes of a cowboy after years of 
squinting into the southwestern sun. He looked his age, fifty-three 
according to the magazines, but he was an elegantly-preserved fifty-
three, to be sure. She liked that about him--he didn't try to look and 
act twenty-five, like so many men in the television and advertising 
game.

"Actually, I was just coming down to ask Anderson here if there had 
been any sign of you." He paused to look her over, appraising me young 
blonde's delightfully trim figure, barely concealed beneath the skin-
tight second skin of her silver gown. "You're quite lovely, you know 
that?"

Jessica felt the color fill her face and she turned away; she was a 
model now, after all, and she should certainly be acclimated to 
comments on her looks by now. But still, coming from a man as well-
known and important as William Dodge, it was quite a compliment indeed. 
"Thank you, Mr. Dodge," she replied demurely, averting her eyes from 
his openly appraising stare.

"Well, now that you're here, let's go back upstairs and join the 
others. There's quite a crowd up there, and I'm afraid the party's gone 
on without us."

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry we were late. But it wasn't your driver's 
fault," she explained as they entered the elevator. "You see, we were 
caught in this immense traffic jam on Riverside Drive. There was a big 
wreck right in that sharpest curve and we couldn't do anything but wait 
it out."

"Now, now, don't be concerned," he said with a paternal air, "No harm 
done. I do hope you enjoy the party. Oh, by the way, you did know that 
Wright gentleman was here, didn't you?"

"Wright? You mean Phillip Wright?" she asked, trying to mask her utter 
and total amazement and surprise.

"Yes, that young man you were with in my office the other day. The one 
my wife Valerie invited in for an interview. Commercial artist, I 
believe."

Jessica struggled hard and fast to compose herself before she spoke ... 
Phillip, what can I say to him! He all never understand!

"Uh, actually, I didn't know he was coming," she managed to mutter 
after a long few seconds, "but I haven't seen him lately anyway. Does 
he know I'm to be here?"

"No, I don't think so. Valerie just happened to mention it to me. I 
haven't even been introduced myself yet. Would you prefer not to see 
him?"

"Oh, no, nothing like that! It's just ... I'd like to talk to him 
alone, you understand?"

"Of course, of course," the older man smiled, "Don't let it worry that 
pretty little head of yours. Besides, it's so dark, I doubt he'd 
recognize you."

Jessica shrugged off that last remark; there was enough rolling around 
in her mind already to keep her confused for a lifetime. She took a 
deep breath and counted slowly backwards from ten, an old trick they'd 
taught her in modeling classes to help you compose yourself. And then 
they reached the Dodge's floor; she could hear the sounds of the party 
when the doors silently opened. Oh well, she thought, here goes!



Chapter 7


Bill Dodge placed his hand very properly in the small of the beautiful 
young blonde's back, just lightly enough to guide her through the 
double doorway and into the tiled entrance foyer. He took her light 
wrap and hung it in the formal-sized coat closet, along with what 
looked like a million expensive furs and cashmeres. She turned to look 
down the corridor toward the living room doorway, and Dodge was able to 
get a few seconds of uninterrupted, unabashed staring in before it was 
necessary to put back on his Mr. Nice Guy-smile. Christ, what a body! 
The ass on this lovely young chick he just couldn't believe! Two nice 
ripe handfuls, just aching to be squeezed like a couple of juicy 
melons, nearly bursting from her skin-tight dress. He could even see 
the lovely dimpled little crevice where the fabric dipped as it 
lovingly stretched across the glorious swell of her buttocks. Damn, his 
wife, Valerie, had certainly made the right move this time. Sometimes 
her choices were a bit strange, like that actor from California and his 
heroin-shooting wife, but not this time! This little honey was all 
right!

Of course, William Dodge hadn't always been quite so free-swinging and 
hip in his extra-marital sex life; he had Valerie to thank for the 
sudden new world she had introduced him to a few years back. There were 
two broken marriages behind each of them when they met in 1961 at the 
New York Art Director's Show, an annual exhibition of some of the best 
in advertising commercial art. Bill was there that year with several of 
his creative staff, riding high on the crest of agency popularity, 
having been just selected as the firm to package three network specials 
for NBC for the upcoming fall season, and Valerie Madison, after giving 
up her acting career, was then at the peak of her fame as the world's 
top model-agency chief, or procurer, as she liked to call herself for 
shock-value. Both of them at their zenith seemingly, career-wise, yet 
both were searching for something to fill the undeniable void in their 
respective lives. And after a few months of occasional dating and being 
buzzed about in all the society page columns, they decided to get 
married.

It had been, at first, as much of a merger as a marriage, the two 
corporate heads bringing their resources and assets together in a 
pooling that formed the W. B. Dodge Company as it existed today, 
Valerie magnanimously offering her new husband the right to sole use of 
the bannerhead. Not that there hadn't been another side to their 
marriage--Valerie certainly saw to that. Until she came along, Bill 
Dodge had never known what really total sexual excitement was all 
about. Sure, he'd had his share of would-be starlets and agency 
hangers-on, and they were all satisfying in their own sort of way, but 
nothing like this. Valerie was a veritable chasm of sexual delights, 
seemingly never tiring of incessant romps beneath the covers, 
continually frequent couplings that he knew he could only hope to 
provide her for just so long.

Extramarital sex wasn't even a topic they discussed; possibly if they 
had tried to agree on a plan of action, their life together would have 
been doomed to failure. But Valerie came through again, introducing him 
to a circle of friends she had apparently kept well obscured during the 
early months of their marriage, explaining much later that she wasn't 
lying, just waiting until he was ready for such far-out hobbies as 
wife-swapping and all-night orgies with a dozen or more couples.

But Dodge had taken to this new life like a duck to water, only in the 
very beginning feeling those omnipresent pangs of gnawing jealousy as 
he saw his lovely wife naked, being screwed until she screamed in 
ecstasy, sometimes by as many as five or six men in the course of one 
evening's get-together. Not now, though, now he enjoyed her little 
dalliances as much as his own, and fortunately, his new-found 
voyeuristic proclivities were well complemented by Valerie's obsessive 
exhibitionism.

Yes, their sex lives were most compatible. And they never forgot their 
allegiance to each other. Valerie, by turning the best of her current 
ripening young models over to her husband, satisfying his frequent 
cravings for just the right girlish, slim-hipped teeny-bopper to answer 
the burning desires his lechery fanned in his balls; and Dodge himself, 
never tiring in his quest for tireless young studs to toss to his 
insatiable auburn-haired wife like raw meat to a lioness. In fact, it 
had been he who first pointed out this newest passion to Valerie, 
directing her to "take a look at that artist kid waiting for his girl 
in our reception room." Valerie, of course, had taken it from there. 
And quite well, too, judging from the video tapes he'd previewed only 
last night.

His eyes caught a glimpse of Jessica's trim lovely legs, framed in the 
slit of her dress that went nearly up to the top of her thigh. She 
caught him staring at her when she turned, and quickly looked away, 
trying hard not to blush this time.

"Well, let's get a couple of drinks first and then join the fun," he 
said cheerily.

Jessica peered around the doorway into the immense living room; it was 
actually two rooms, L-shaped, and probably close to sixty feet at its 
longest point. The room was quite dark, most of the illumination coming 
from a good-sized projection screen at the end of the longest leg. A 
film was running; Jessica recognized it immediately as one of Valerie 
Madison's earlier television shows, a situation comedy that was quite 
successful in the fifties and now well into its thousandth rerun on 
afternoon TV. The long room, really more like a hall, was crowded with 
people, some sitting, some standing, quite a few even sprawled on the 
shag-carpeted floor. It was impossible to recognize anyone in the dim 
light, and for this she was grateful. It meant she didn't have to come 
to grips with the problem of what to tell Phillip right away; maybe 
with some time to think, it would be easier.

Dodge handed her a tall drink, served in a thick frosted glass, which 
he obtained from the light-skinned Negro busily mixing cocktails behind 
a richly-padded leather bar hidden away in one corner.

"What is it?" she asked, rather surprised that her host had not first 
asked her her preference.

There was a sudden burst of laughter as the slapstick action on the 
screen grew increasingly frantic, and the crowded smoky room came alive 
with screams of amusement. "It's a special drink that Valerie 
discovered. She serves it at all her parties ..." He was nearly 
shouting in her ear to be heard over the noise. "... Won't tell me the 
secret ingredients. Nobody knows but her. She mixes it up ahead of time 
and Randolph, the barman, just gets another pitcher from the kitchen 
maid when he runs low. I do know the base is absinthe Pernod, the real 
stuff from Spain."

"Pernod! Isn't that supposed to be poison, or something?" asked Jessica 
cautiously. She suddenly remembered a few half-whispered tales about 
the milky drink, rumors about its potent powers. Some even claimed it 
to be an aphrodisiac, though this had been disputed.

"It's like a lot of things, poisonous if you drink too much of it. 
Hell, you can die from drinking Scotch, if you decide to empty a barrel 
instead of a bottle. Don't worry about it," he assured her, "we've all 
been drinking it for years, and nothing's gone wrong yet." And at that, 
he made a melodramatic grab for his throat, clutching his windpipe as 
if dying, his eyeballs suddenly puffed out like a frog's.

Jessica laughed aloud at his obvious kidding, then suddenly felt quite 
better, more relaxed about being here, about having to eventually face 
Phillip. William Dodge seemed quite human to her now, no longer the 
distant, marble-cut corporate captain she'd known him to be from afar.

She felt a slight light headedness from the strong drink, though the 
potent blend was, indeed, very tasty, more like a tangy milkshake than 
the harsh gagging concoction she had expected. There was a glow there, 
but otherwise it didn't seem to dull her thinking like alcohol usually 
did. She liked it and sipped heavily again as William Dodge passed her 
another drink. A strange giddiness seemed to pervade throughout her 
whole body as she turned from the bar and looked around the darkened 
room. She had to squint her eyes to even see the opposite end because 
of the dimness, but still, she could make out the silhouettes of little 
clusters of people scattered about the enormous apartment. She strained 
to see if she could spot Phillip, half-hoping Dodge had been wrong and 
her boyfriend wasn't here. She wondered if he'd tried to reach her, 
explain that he was invited to this get-together. But she knew he had, 
it wouldn't be like sweet Phillip to do otherwise.

And then she saw him, outlined quite clearly as he passed in front of 
the doorway to the apartment's other rooms. Her whole body tensed, and 
she could see out of the corner of her eye that Dodge had noticed her 
sudden reaction. He came directly toward them, and she thought for a 
moment he had spotted her. But no, he stopped at a thickly upholstered 
loveseat sofa just a few feet away from where she stood near the bar.

"What's wrong, dear," Dodge whispered in her ear.

"Shhhhh," she managed, afraid that Phillip would hear her voice. She 
stood immobile for what seemed hours, not resisting as William Dodge 
slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her tight against him. She 
felt the softness of her breasts crushed against his chest, though she 
didn't move as she watched, unbelieving, as Phillip's arms went 
familiarly around the body of the attractive woman she now recognized 
as Valerie Dodge.

"It's Phillip ... and your wife!" she whispered loudly, safer now from 
discovery that her boyfriend's back was turned. She watched with tears 
filling her eyes as Phillip's hands were seemingly at once everywhere 
on the voluptuous celebrity's receptive body. She saw now for the first 
time the horrible truth ... the man she held up as an example to strive 
for, the wonderful friend and lover she idolized ... no better than any 
cheating husband or boyfriend anywhere.

"Don't cry, luv, you'll smear your make-up."

"I don't care anymore," she replied bitterly, dabbing her eyes gingerly 
with his handkerchief. "I'd like another drink, please. It looks like 
I'11 need one."

"Now you're talking," smiled Bill Dodge, "that's just what I hoped 
you'd say."

Dodge's arm curled around her waist as she pulled heavily on her new 
drink; she leaned limply against him, all will to fight kicked out of 
her like a lungful of air with the revelation of Phillip's obvious 
infidelity. It hurt her, hurt her badly. And ironically, it hurt even 
worse because of her own horrible failure, that nightmarish encounter 
with Marty Felder. All the hours, All the nights of worrying, crying 
... and all along, her precious boyfriend, the man she was going to 
marry, was no better. Even worse, he had a choice; no one forced him 
into anything. A man couldn't be forced to do the things she was seeing 
him do with her own eyes. God, how it ached to see him like this, like 
a fallen angel kicked from his place on high, now just another mortal, 
wallowing in the dust and dirt of earthly sin.

Only the knowledge that her wonderful Phillip would someday understand, 
that she could come to him, humbly and without conditions, to ask for 
his forgiveness ... only that knowledge had kept her alive these few 
days, had given her the strength to go on despite the ravishment she 
had endured at the hands of Marty Felder. Just thinking of Phillip, her 
knight in shining armor, had given her the will to live, the desire to 
keep on striving for what she had set as her goal in life. She had 
drawn from him a feeling of security, of strength, much like another 
might have drawn from her rosary or her Bible. And now, now that was 
all gone ... she felt more alone, more deserted and helpless, than 
she'd ever felt in her whole life. More than when she left home to come 
to New York, even more than last week when she left Felder's penthouse, 
bruised and ravaged, raped of her virginity.

Damn him, she thought, damn, damn, damn! He's not the only one who can 
have a good time! If he can do it, so can I! She could hurt him just as 
much as he could hurt her and if she had to do it, she would, without a 
second's hesitation. She sipped again on the strong greenish drink; the 
liquid seemed to wash away her tears, leaving in their place a kind of 
seething anger that grew by the moment.

She tried not to look, to keep her eyes away from the spectacle her 
boyfriend and this man's wife were making of themselves, but she 
couldn't, and when she looked again, to her horrified amazement, he had 
his hand inside the woman's dress as she lay back, her eyes closed, 
savoring his lascivious massaging, a rapturous expression on her face.

"The kid seems to know what he's doing," whispered Bill in her ear 
contemptuously.

"Oh, how could he. I mean, how could they!" she said, clenching her 
teeth, her voice rising in anger.

"Quiet, they'll hear you," he said in her hair, "and we don't want a 
scene. Remember, she's my wife."

Jessica knew he was right, as much as she would have liked to scream a 
few things into Phillip Wright's face and storm out. She gulped down 
the rest of her cocktail and asked for another, not taking her eyes for 
a moment off the lovemaking couple only a dozen feet away. Valerie's 
dress was unbuttoned now, and Phillip had lowered his face to her 
breasts. Even in the dim light, Jessica could see that his lips were 
fastened to the redhaired woman's nipple, she squirmed from side to 
side in the narrow confines of the loveseat.

She hardly dared to breathe. The strong drink had turned her body into 
a loose bundle of nerve ends that her mind could no longer control. She 
could not believe what she was seeing with her own two eyes ... nor 
could she believe the feelings that were suddenly stirring in her own 
flesh in tiny licking flames of desire. Was it the absinthe? Or was it 
the wanton forbidden wickedness of watching the man she loved making 
love to another woman? She didn't know, but whatever it was, it was 
steadily growing within her.

Bill Dodge's hands were around her waist, tenderly massaging her around 
the middle, and she didn't protest as his hands moved upward, slowly at 
first, until his palms cupped around the firm, lusciously formed mounds 
of her well-ripened young titties. She could feel the heat of his 
breath as he nibbled at the side of her neck. Paralyzed, she watched 
mutely as Phillip's hands searched under Dodge's wife's dress, found 
their mark as she arched suddenly, a silent scream on her lips, her 
eyes rolling in her head.

Suddenly Phillip glanced their way; she snapped her head away in time, 
but her lips were quickly met by Bill's insistent mouth. She let him 
kiss her; in fact, she kissed him back, hard ... he almost hoped 
Phillip had spotted her, hoped he could see her in the arms of Bill 
Dodge, watch helplessly as she allowed another man to hold her, to 
caress her, to fondle her like his own ... like he was doing with 
Valerie Dodge!

Bill's hands snaked over the supple curves of her young perfectly 
formed model's body, explored the curves and soft female recesses of 
her trim figure. And she didn't try to stop him. Twice she almost 
pulled away, almost ran from the room, from this whole building ... but 
she glanced at Phillip and Bill's wife. And that was enough to make her 
stay, to make her fight. Damn Phillip Wright! I'll show him! I'll show 
him!

"Looks like they're moving to someplace quieter ... with a little more 
privacy," whispered Bill. Jessica jerked her head around; in her 
growing passion, she had almost forgotten for a moment about her 
boyfriend and this man's wife.

Then she saw them moving through the crowd of buzzing people, past a 
couple or two already embraced on the carpet or on the sofas. He was 
right! They were going toward the bedrooms!

She turned away from the lurid scene, back to her drink and to Bill. 
She finished it hurriedly, then another, fighting once again to hold 
back the stinging tears that filled her eyes.

Later, after he had pressed more drinks than she could count in her 
hands and she had gratefully downed them, he pulled her to her feet 
from the couch. "Come on," he whispered quietly. "Let's just see what 
that young boyfriend of yours is doing to my wife. We might even try to 
even things up with them."

She followed him blindly, not caring where he was taking her or how 
long it took to get there.

"They've had long enough. We'll probably catch 'em right in the middle 
of it," Bill Dodge said. Jessica had lost count of the passion-inciting 
absinthe cocktails and she followed him wearily, like a lost child, 
toward the bedroom where Valerie and Phillip had disappeared a half-
hour or so ago.

They reached the end of the corridor. "In here," he said, holding a 
finger to his lips. "And be quiet. They're in the same room."

He opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through without 
letting in too much light, though there was scarcely more light in the 
hallway than in the darkened bedroom. The room was large, even for Bill 
Dodge's apartment. It would have made an enormous dining room in any 
lesser man's apartment, here it was only the master bedroom.

She expected him to take her hand and lead her through the darkness, 
but instead, his arms pulled her to him and his lips came wetly into 
her mouth. She sucked on it gently, letting her body melt into his in 
the darkness. She could feel herself begin to tremble from the wicked 
excitement of another man's kiss long and hard and she could suddenly 
feel a slight jerk where his loins pressed into the softness of her 
stomach. He was getting hard and she sensed a sudden tensing in her own 
breasts as the tips were smashed hard against his chest.

Christ, I want to fuck you," he breathed into her ear.

Just the words strangely excited her as never before; but not a fearful 
excitement, it was one she welcomed. She reached down between their 
bodies and boldly stroked his penis, feeling more wicked than she ever 
had before. The tingling in her breasts dropped to her thighs and 
danced there magically for a moment as he sucked in his breath from her 
touch.

"Take off your dress," he whispered hoarsely, unable to stand it any 
longer. He guided her backwards to a chair that she could barely make 
out in the dimness of a tiny night-light from the bathroom. Her eyes 
had adjusted to the darkness now and she could distinguish the forms of 
the furniture easier now.

Jessica's hands trembled as she reached behind her and slid the zipper 
silently down from her neck to the cleft of her buttocks. She lifted 
the dress over her head and dropped it softly back across the chair. 
She gasped unintentionally as the cool air rushed over her nipples; she 
hadn't worn a bra with the modish outfit, and she shivered now as the 
coolness teased the sensitive buds of her pink, already slightly 
pulsating nipples. She had her panties only remaining, not even 
stockings, as the dress was so long they weren't needed. Her almost-
nakedness sent chills through her flesh, exciting her as she had never 
been excited before. The thought that she would soon be writhing in 
passion with another man with Phillip in the same room only added to 
the forbidden joy. She would never have believed it possible for her to 
do this, never in a million years. But here she was, nearly stripped, 
in a near-stranger's bedroom ... and about to be fucked. Phillip 
Wright, you've got nobody to blame but yourself, she told herself, 
tempted to cry out in the darkness and let him try to figure it out. 
She could hear Bill Dodge struggling to get rid of his clothing and she 
smiled at his obvious impatience to get at her. Yes, she felt suddenly 
a different person, changed, changed drastically. And she was sure 
she'd like the new Jessica Richards far better than the old!

He reached for her in the darkness, his hands coming into contact with 
the nakedness of her shoulder first, the coolness of his hands causing 
her to jump.

"Oh, you frightened me. Where are they? Are you certain they are in 
this room?" she whispered.

"Oh, yes, they're on the other bed. There are two kingsized ones in 
here. Now get out of your panties," he said, his fingers brushing 
lightly over her to "see" what she had left.

She stripped the whiteness of her soft silken panties down over the 
fullness of her hips and thighs and stepped from them, dropping them 
with her dress on the adjacent chair. Now she was naked, totally, stark 
naked! And somehow she wasn't afraid! She felt no guilt about this, not 
this time ... he asked for it, and she aimed to give Phillip Wright 
just what he deserved.

Bill's hands reached out in the darkness and began running over her 
naked flesh. She stood still, her arms at her sides, trembling from the 
wicked sensations running through her. He dropped his head to her 
breast, cupping it in his hand, and sucked the tiny throbbing nipple 
deep into his warm wet mouth. Jessica groaned and swayed in the 
darkness, almost falling.

"Don't ... not here," she said courageously. "I want to do it where 
Phillip and your wife can hear us."

Without speaking, he took her hand quickly and led her to the bed 
closest them. It was even darker here, with not even the grayish 
nightlight glow to illuminate this side of the room. He stopped in the 
pitch darkness to get his bearings and Jessica held her breath ... then 
... she could hear them! Yes, small sounds, lewd wet sounds she'd never 
heard before seemed to emanate from the other side of the coal-black 
room. She had no difficulty imagining what was going on, the wetness of 
the lewdly rising sucking sounds was a dead giveaway. Oh god, was Bill 
going to expect the same things from her! She wished she were drunker, 
blinded to what little sense of decency she had left within her. She 
knew she couldn't refuse him now; she had to show Phillip!

They reached the empty bed and he guided her down gently onto the 
silken coverlet spread over it. She had never felt anything quite like 
the sensation the first touch of it across her back gave her. It was 
warm from the first contact when she had expected it to be cold. She 
wriggled her back against it cat-like as she felt the sag of his weight 
on the bed as he lay down next to her. He made no attempts to keep his 
movements quiet and she was certain Phillip and Valerie could hear them 
but it only added to the excitement that she was going to get herself 
screwed silly while he lay listening to all the sounds she made. She 
waited quietly for a moment as Bill pressed his nakedness to hers for 
some sounds that would indicate that they had disturbed the other two 
nakedly writhing people, but there were none. The soft wet sucking 
noises continued unabated as though they were unaware of anyone else's 
presence.

"Ooohhhh, God," she suddenly groaned, forgetting entirely that Phillip 
was just across the room. Bill Dodge's warm wet lips had begun a gentle 
nibbling along her shoulder, sending goose-bumps racing over her flesh. 
She quivered uncontrollably from the sudden unexpected sensation and 
dropped her hand between them, involuntarily grasping his hard erected 
cock in her hands. She heard him groan in return as she pushed against 
it with her fingers, sliding the foreskin back over the round rubbery 
head.

"I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk straight, baby," he gasped 
hoarsely between panting breaths. "God, you've got one incredible 
body."

Jessica smiled to herself through the sensations of desire building 
deep in her belly. She was indeed a woman after all, and for a man like 
Bill Dodge to be excited about you, well, that really meant something!

'Yes, Bill, darling, I want you to ... I want you to fuck me. Fuck me 
good, please," she moaned with false passion, hearing with quiet 
satisfaction the sudden stillness of the other couple. And then, a 
feminine voice.

"Keep sucking me, Phillip, lover! Lick it good, baby! Don't stop for 
anything!" came the loud whisper through the room in desperation and 
then she heard the sounds of movement as though someone were struggling 
to pull someone back to them, then ... the wet, lewd sucking noises 
again, only quieter this time.

Jessica didn't dare breathe. Phillip was doing it to her! Her 
boyfriend, the man in her life ... sucking that tramp! His tongue 
probably swirling shamelessly around in her vagina!

It was the last controlled thought she had. Bill's hot moist mouth 
fastened tightly to an excitedly erected nipple and began a gentle 
sucking pressure against it. His hands coursed lightly at the same time 
over the soft firmness of her belly and thighs. His mouth played for a 
long delicious moment around me throbbing tits, moving from one to the 
other, his tongue trailing wetly down through the narrow fleshy valley 
between them as he alternated his attention to each.

And then, his mouth slid down over her now hotly quivering belly, his 
penis sliding from her hand as his body moved away. He ground his 
tongue for a moment into her navel, bringing small mewls and gasps of 
pleasure from her open mouth. He moved lower, maddening patterns of 
indecent sensation trailing after his gently nibbling teeth. She felt 
her thighs being pressed gently open and she made no resistance as he 
haunched down between them. She sucked in her breath with a gasp as she 
felt his fingers spreading the soft hair covered lips of her vagina and 
the coolness of the air touched her there. His tongue flicked forward, 
the tip teasing moistly against the tiny bud of her clitoris, causing 
it to throb into a shocked, eagerly quivering hardness. He lowered his 
fingers and spread the opening of her cunt wide apart and then 
suddenly, dropping his tongue from her clitoris, thrust it deep into 
the pink, moist flesh of her open pussy mouth.

Jessica jerked spasmodically from the sudden wet searing contact and, 
reaching down, tangled her fingers in his hair and pulled his face hard 
into her loins. His tongue circled around maddeningly inside her, the 
tip flicking teasingly against the wet sensitive walls of her pussy 
like the warning tongue of a vicious snake about to strike.

"Mmmmmm." A deep-throated sigh of pleasure escaped from deep in her 
throat. "It's good, darling. Do it more, Bill, lick it more!" she cried 
loudly enough for Phillip to hear.

She chanted the words now without thought, her breasts heaving against 
her chest. Her legs splayed out wide and she jackknifed her knees up 
hard against her swaying breasts to open her cunt wide, as wide as she 
could, to offer him the whole fleshy pink expanse. He spread the smooth 
upturned crevice of her buttocks wide apart with the palms of his 
hands, stretching them cruelly as he heard her begging for more, and 
dropping his tongue to the small tightly puckered anus, thrust the tip 
hard against it until he felt it finally give slightly and the tip 
enter just a little. She fairly shrieked her joy now as he teased it 
wetly against the sensitive tightness of her rectal lips. 

"Oh, Bill! Bill! God, it's so good!"

He moistened the tip of his middle finger in her cunt and pressed it 
against the tight little hole, his mouth returning to her clitoris, and 
as he nibbled against it he thrust forward with his finger, sinking it 
to the knuckle in her asshole. A groan burst from her lips, and then he 
sank the upraised digit a knuckle further.

"Aaaawwww, God ...! God ...! It hurts! It hurts!!"

He held it still and thrust his tongue deep up her vagina again until 
she became accustomed to the strange stretching presence in her 
asshole.

She lay still, holding her breath with her mouth wide open, her lips 
drawn back tight over her teeth and her breasts quivering sensuously on 
her chest. Then, after an eternity, she began to breathe again. He 
began to lick and suck in earnest now, twisting his finger around and 
around in her rectum, stretching it wider with each brutal circle until 
the pain in her rear passage merged with the powerful pleasure-pain 
coursing through her pussy and she began thrusting her white rounded 
buttocks back up on his finger, skewering it into herself in rhythm 
with the lashing of his tongue. He slid his free hand up under her 
upraised buttocks and pressed them tight up against his face, locking 
him to her in a lascivious wet connection of tongue and pussy. The soft 
curly hair grazed tantalizingly against his cheeks.

A strange masochistic wildness had somehow taken control of her body as 
she lay impaled between his tongue and finger and she ground her ass in 
wild abandoned ecstasy hard up against the maddening probings of her 
hot steaming loins. Nothing mattered now but the agony of the lovely 
swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked flesh. There 
was nothing else in the world and she writhed and twisted beneath his 
impalement, gasping and screaming all the lewd words that came into her 
tortured and anguished mind.

"Yes, yes, Bill! Suck me, lick my pussy! Ram your finger harder in my 
ass! Oh harder, yes, harder! Aaawww!!"

Dodge worked like an avenging devil below, hearing her cries as she 
approached a quick climax. Jesus, he certainly hadn't misjudged this 
one. Scratch the surface, and ... voila! A screaming she-goddess of 
passion. She was a hot enough little bitch, all right, he thought 
through the blind ecstasy of bringing a tender young beauty like this 
to orgasm, playing her like he'd play a musical instrument. He flicked 
his tongue faster and ground his finger with greater severity into the 
ever-expanding hole of her anus.

Her body worked beneath him, her thighs spasmodically opening and 
closing on the sides of his head. He could feel their warm resilience 
press tightly against his ears as she would jerk involuntarily from an 
extra deep flick of his tongue in her cunt.

Bill Dodge felt her belly begin to rise and fall more quickly, her head 
flailing out of control from side to side on the mattress, her long 
blonde hair, undone now from its careful styling, lashing about the bed 
like a whip. He thrust his tongue deeper ...

Her thighs pressed tighter into the sides of his head, tightening and 
softening in a lewd rhythm to the thrusting of his punishing tongue. He 
knew she was on the brink of orgasm. Not quite there, but hanging on 
the very edge. Her breasts heaved and danced on her chest wildly, her 
fingers twisted crazily in his hair. Her head stopped its flailing and 
tensed as she arched her back, the cords in her neck standing out like 
steel tendons. Her face contorted and a low guttural scream rumbled 
deep in her throat, choked off at the last moment by a long soulful 
gasp that reminded him of a piteously dying young doe.

Aaaaahhhhhh ...

Jessica felt as though she were losing her insides as the fluid of her 
orgasm started deep in her belly and gushed out with a roar around his 
still thrashing tongue and out onto his face. She could feel it running 
wetly down the crevice of her buttocks, around the finger still worming 
hotly around in her anus, and down to the covers below. She gave one 
last great gasp and collapsed down into the mattress, dropping her legs 
like heavy weights of lead to each side of his body. She could not 
move, the world and everything around her was a big glowing ember, the 
charred fragments of the nerve-shattering explosion that had been her 
orgasm. She lay absolutely immobile, her arms and legs splayed out 
uselessly like a rag-doll on either side. Bill Dodge lay still also, 
with his head pillowed in the wet softness of the sparsely curling 
blonde pubic hair between her legs. They panted out their exhaustion 
together for a long moment and Bill crawled up over her and pressed his 
open mouth over hers. She could feel and taste the wetness and 
intensity of her orgasm on his cheeks and lips and thrust her tongue 
deep in his mouth in a wordless gesture of thanks for the incredible 
gift he had just given her.

"You rest for a minute, honey," he whispered in her ear. "Then it's 
your turn to suck me!"

She nodded her head gently in agreement with his mouth locked tightly 
to hers. She knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now 
it seemed like such a small thing to do for this man who had brought 
such a wild, deliciously wicked response from her. She had done it 
solely for revenge against Phillip, but instead, Bill Dodge had shown 
her what one person could really give to another. She wanted to repay 
him, to do anything he wanted of her ... and not for revenge this time, 
but to pay him back for what he had so wonderfully done.

Through the darkness, she could hear the soft mewling pleadings of 
Dodge's wife Valerie. She laughed softly to herself. Phillip had a long 
way to go and a lot to learn if he were ever going to compete with this 
man. God, even Marty Felder had succeeded in bringing some kind of 
response from her, crude and brutal though he was.

Bill lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her 
shoulder as their breathing subsided. The wet sucking noises of 
Phillip's lovemaking to Bill's wife filtered through the room in a low 
continuous rhythm. They were punctuated by the soft moaning noises of 
her passion. Periodically, as he thrust his tongue forward extra 
vigorously, a slight whimper of surprised delight would erupt from her 
lips. Jessica could feel Bill's already hardened prick lying across her 
thigh, throbbing almost in unison to the sound of his wife's salacious 
groans.

"Ready, darling," he whispered, and moved temporarily away from her.

"Yes, roll onto your back," Jessica murmured surprising even herself at 
her own boldness, but she could think of no greater punishment for 
Phillip than to be present while another man shot his sperm deep up 
into the girl he was going to marry's throat and he was powerless to do 
anything about it. The thought of doing that to a man no longer 
repelled her as her loins were still moist and warm from the pleasures 
he had just conferred upon her and anything that made a person feel 
that good could not possibly be as degrading as it once seemed to her.

She began slowly, following his example in lieu of experience, running 
her tongue down the hollows of his neck to his chest. She found the 
small male nipples and nipped gently at them, sure they would offer no 
response. But to her pleasant surprise, they did, and she could feel 
him twist slightly from the strange sensation. She didn't know much yet 
about the naked male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she 
reached down and grasped his hardened penis between her fingers as she 
worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wildly at his flesh. She 
remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when 
he had licked at her navel and conferred the same on him, running her 
tongue around hotly inside it until she felt his stomach begin to heave 
beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it 
against her lips and face as she moved. She dropped one hand down lower 
and grasped his hardened penis tightly between her fingers, drawing 
back the foreskin in a slow teasing motion that brought louder groans 
from his lips.

The position was growing more uncomfortable as she worked lower, so she 
crawled over him, pushed his legs apart, and kneeled on all fours 
between his thighs, her own feet hanging over the end of the bed.

Her face was over his loins now and she continued the gentle skinning 
back and forth of his ever hardening cock. Her lips were a bare inch 
away from the tip and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against 
it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the cool tip with a maddening 
slowness. 

"Ooohh, God, suck it! Now, baby!" she heard him groan above her. His 
words excited her as she knew her boyfriend next to them would hear and 
she found herself sadistically wishing she could see his face when he 
finally realized it was she, Jessica, doing this obscene thing, 
willingly, to another man. She'd show him! She was no little girl, she 
could be as much of a woman as that cheap hussy Valerie!

Her tongue flicked out, the tip coming into warm wet contact with the 
head of his cock. She circled it about the smooth, rubbery flesh as he 
groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him 
to. The tip of her slowly searching tongue found the tiny opening of 
the gland at the end and darted wetly into it. It was already moist 
from the tiny droplets of seminal fluid seeping from his rising 
excitement. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to 
salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. Her hands dropped to the 
base of the huge erected prick and she cupped his soft, smooth 
testicles gently with one of them, grazing her nails tantalizingly over 
the hairy flaccid flesh. The other hand she placed at the thick base of 
his cock where it soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his 
lower stomach. She pinched it between her thumb and forefinger and 
pulled down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the large red 
throbbing head stood alone and naked against the softness of her lips. 
She began planting moist warm kisses around it, beginning at the tip 
and tracing a path down the full length of it to the base and then 
wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she 
should, not being able, just yet, to bring herself to take it wholly in 
her mouth.

But Bill could stand no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat, he 
reached down with his hands, tangled them in her hair and thrust his 
loins up with the strength of an enraged bull. Jessica resisted for a 
moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. 
The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her soft moist 
lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the spongy softness 
of her tongue. She could feel the hardness of it as it rubbed against 
the full length of her mouth, almost imbedding itself deep in her 
throat.

She closed her eyes to keep from choking at the sight of it. Saliva 
seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Bill's great 
fleshy cock, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled shaped lips.

"Oooh, honey, your mouth feels so nice," she heard him murmur as he 
began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips up into her face.

"Tighten you lips, baby, and suck harder," he hissed from above, 
through clenched teeth, his voice thick and coarse from his passion.

Jessica did as she was told, feeling at the same time the excitement 
growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her 
mouth being used this way by a man as wealthy and famous as Bill Dodge, 
just as Marty Felder had used her cunt, like a receptacle for his spent 
lust. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around 
and around the throbbing head sliding it teasingly and hotly in and out 
of her widely ovaled lips. She sucked voraciously, her head bobbing 
like a cork over his lewdly pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being 
used, used like a dirty whore while Phillips damn him, was only a few 
feet away, permeated her body in tingling surges of wanton ecstasy, 
submissive mewling sounds coming from her lips locked tightly around 
his thrusting cock. She was going to let him pump his lewd white sperm 
into it until it exploded out and ran from the edges of her lips in 
sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by 
nothing else in the world.

And if Phillip didn't know how, he would know soon enough ... he'd know 
everything!



Chapter 8


A little over a half hour before, Phillip had obediently followed Bill 
Dodge's wife into the same darkened room. He had wanted immediately to 
turn on the light so that he could again see her nakedness, to marvel 
at that wondrous body of hers, but she talked him out of it. He wasn't 
aware that her bringing him here was no accident, and that Valerie and 
Bill Dodge had planned all along to get him into this room with Jessica 
here at the same time. He had stripped his clothing from his body 
quickly in the darkness as she had waited on the bed urging him to 
hurry. His head whirled slightly from too much drink and he had not 
protested when the moment he stretched beside her she opened her legs 
wide and guided his head down between them.

He had never made love to a woman this way before, though he had often 
thought of it wistfully. He parted the softness of Valerie Dodge's soft 
curl-fringed vaginal lips with his thumbs and found his nostrils 
suddenly flaring from the sweet, soft odor of feminine arousal that 
arose from her body.

"Kiss it, darling, kiss my pussy," she had purred from above him, her 
fingers stroking softly through his longish hair.

He had flicked out his tongue experimentally and felt her jerk and 
quiver slightly as it came into contact with the smooth moist flesh 
exposed between the narrow pink ridges of her vaginal lips. He licked 
gently at the hardening little clitoris snuggled just above the wide-
stretched entrance to her cunt where it gave him a sudden sense of 
power as it brought further jerks from her body and greater moans 
sifting through her lips.

He pressed his thumbs farther apart, pulling the ragged moist edges of 
the open slit even further apart. His tongue traced a path up and down 
the full length searching out the wet hidden crevices between her legs. 
He gradually warmed to the task as he became more and more familiar 
with the tiny erogenous zones of her loins and felt her breathing 
increasing in intensity. His sense of power grew with the familiarity 
and he found himself teasing for a moment at a particularly sensitive 
area, listening to her impatient mewlings above him, then flicked his 
tongue forward at the last minute when he sensed she could wait no 
longer.

The groans and twisting increased until he pressed his head forward and 
thrust his tongue out lizard-like sinking it deep into the wet, moistly 
pulsating opening of her pussy. There was a weird soulful cry from her 
lips and then a slow, grinding of her loins up against his face began. 
Her hands tangles tight in his hair, kept his face imprisoned between 
her hungrily rotating thighs as though held by steel bands.

His cock hardened on the bed covers below and his own loins began a 
slow thrusting against the spread, rubbing the full tortured length of 
his rising penis against the softness of the mattress. The tingling 
sensation rising in his own belly from the pressure against his cock 
and the sweet soft odor of Valerie's warm fleshy cunt grinding on his 
face blotted out the thought of anything but this moment. Only for an 
instant did he think of Jessica, sweet innocent Jessica ... how she 
would react if she could see him now!

"Ooooh, fuck your tongue in and out a little faster, darling," she 
purred again, bringing his mind back to the task at present. He 
quickened his thrusts, feeling her buttocks increasing their speed 
slightly.

"Cup your hands under my ass and pull my cunt a little closer to your 
face, lover," she sighed heavily.

Phillip slid his hands down from between her thighs and cupped them 
under the smooth rounded globes of her ass, pulling the wetness of her 
loins up tighter against his face. He could feel tiny dewdrops of 
moisture forming against his cheeks on the edges of the soft pubic hair 
surrounding his lips. He nipped gently with his teeth into soft fleshy 
folds surrounding the widening hole and reveled in the tiny squeal it 
brought from her throat. He was enjoying this power he possessed over 
her and worked to show his complete domination on her every breath. His 
tongue slavered on and on in the moistness of her loins, increasing 
little by little in speed and depth until he had brought her to the 
point of absolute subjugation to the whims of his teasingly flicking 
tongue.

Then, as he licked and sucked between her widely yawning thighs like a 
hungry, mewling animal, he heard a sudden noise behind him in the 
darkness of the room. His first impulse was to raise his head and see 
what it was, but the strength of her hands holding his face tight to 
her loins prevented him.

He heard the noise again, closer this time as though someone were 
struggling quietly on the bed across from them. The smoothness of naked 
skin rustled against the bed cover punctuated by low, excited whispers. 
He closed his eyes and continued thrusting his tongue into Dodge's 
wife's cunt and then opened them again and tried to see Trough the 
darkness to the next bed. It was too dark, though the rear door to the 
bedroom, opening onto a lighted bath, was ajar. He was thinking why 
bother, it was probably some other couple trying to find a quiet 
secluded place of their own. He hurried his sucking of her cunt, hoping 
to satisfy her quickly as a thought of the others possibly sharing 
their hideaway began to nag him. And besides, he sort of wanted to get 
back to the party, for there was a girl out there that he had glimpsed 
only for an instant at the bar that he was dying to see closer. She 
looked strongly like Jessica, though a bit more sophisticated, and the 
curiosity of seeing her in better light was intriguing him.

His thoughts were interrupted by series of soulful gasps coming from 
closeby. It sounded like a woman in pain. He stopped for a moment, 
holding his breath. He wondered if he should continue but the question 
was answered by a tightening of Valerie's fingers in his hair. His 
tongue snaked forward again into her soft, warm, liquid depths as he 
heard a distinct female murmur followed by the sound of heavy male 
breathing. God, it was another couple and they were going to fuck right 
next to them. They must have either drunk a lot, or been so fired up 
with each other that they couldn't hear not to have noticed him and 
Valerie in the same room.

"Ooooo, God," he heard in a heavy throated female whisper, barely 
audible even in the almost total silence of the darkened chambers.

"I'm gonna' fuck you until you can't walk straight, baby ..." Bill's 
voice followed in an equally soft murmur.

"Yes, Bill, darling, I want you to ... I want you to fuck me. Fuck me 
good, please!"

Phillip's tongue came to a sudden halt in Valerie's cunt as he heard 
the familiar pleading voice. He couldn't believe his ears at first ... 
but he heard it again ... it was Jessica! That girl downstairs hadn't 
just looked like Jessica, it was Jessica! He was dumb-struck by the 
sound of her voice, the startling revelation that she was there, naked! 
And with another man! It had to be Bill Dodge ... Bill Dodge with his 
girl, and him with Valerie Dodge! Christ, it was too much to even 
comprehend!

He was shocked back into reality by Valerie's pleading shriek above 
him, "... Keep sucking, Phillip darling ... don't stop!"

Her legs jerked out and over his shoulders and her thighs wrapped 
around his head, pulling his face back into her crotch wet and hard. 
His face flushed as he realized she had screamed out his name and now 
Jessica would know. He sucked to keep her from screaming again and 
listened for some sign that she knew he was there and had pushed the 
man away. But there was none ... just the continued rustling of naked 
bodies against the mattress and the wet moist sounds of lips slavering 
out of control across soft bare flesh. Oh God, he hoped she wasn't 
sucking him, but he didn't dare raise his head from Valerie's wildly 
grinding buttocks to find out. She would shriek again and if Jessica 
hadn't heard it last time, she would the next. But anyway, she must 
know that someone was here now. Jesus, how could she do whatever it was 
she was doing, knowing someone else was in the same room and listening? 
And what was she doing here, with a married man old enough to be her 
father? It was different for a girl, girls just don't do things like 
that. At least not girls like Jessica ... or maybe like Jessica used to 
be, he thought sadly, painfully.

He wished he could see them. Was she lying on top of him, straddling 
him with her legs open? Was she completely naked or had she just lifted 
her dress up over her hips, taken in by the liquor and Bill Dodge's 
smooth, honey-dripping line of bull? His tortured mind formed a 
thousand lewd obscene pictures of his darling Jessica lying in the 
darkness across the room, her dress pulled up over her hips and lying 
back on the mattress with her legs spread obscenely open while this 
woman he was sucking's husband plundered her soft, defenseless cunt 
with his hands and mouth, that sweet innocent little pubic cleft he had 
treasured so much. Or was she haunched over him, her head bobbing up 
and down with his thick hard cock shoved into her clean soft mouth. He 
groaned and pushed his face as tight as he could into the warm 
moistness of Dodge's wife's pussy, trying to drive from his mind the 
anguished thoughts.

He had known Bill was here, at least Valerie had said mat he was 
coming, but she hadn't said anything about this! His own sweet Jessica 
being lured into this swingers' set!

God, he was getting turned on beyond belief! Excited from the wet 
sucking noises coming from Bill's hotly licking tongue as he plundered 
me very depths of Jessica's hot steaming pussy. And suddenly, without 
knowing, he forgot it was his own girlfriend there, he forgot it was 
another man bringing cries of pain and pleasure from her lust contorted 
lips. It was just another woman, a hot passion-crazed naked woman 
writhing and twisting in the throes of an act as old as the ages. He 
felt his cock throbbing and aching against the covers below, his 
testicles felt swollen and angry at their neglect and he could feel 
small droplets of cum begin oozing from the tip of his penis wetting 
the mattress beneath where it had rubbed. It jerked when suddenly he 
heard her cries and pleadings for further and further indignities to be 
heaped upon her. He moaned in piteous masochistic torture as Bill Dodge 
followed her screams and rammed his small finger deep into her 
virginally unplundered little asshole.

And she was begging for more! He was sucking her harder and harder!

He heard her murmuring obscene words, words he didn't know she even 
knew, broken and slurred, mixed with the animal mutterings of passion 
from deep in her lungs. She groaned incessantly and he could hear the 
rustling of her naked skin against the bed as it twisted and turned 
beneath Dodge's relentlessly licking tongue. He could picture her with 
her face wildly contorted in abandoned ecstasy, her body bent double 
with the toes of her feet touching the bed up over her shoulders, her 
loins presented up in defenseless virginal surrender to his voraciously 
sucking mouth.

And then, then she loosed an unearthly squeal that was low and sharp 
and sounded as though he were killing her except that Phillip knew only 
too well that wasn't the case. She was at the point of orgasm, brought 
there by another man, and the wet sucking noises coming from Jessica's 
widespread and nakedly open young pussy filled the room as Bill Dodge 
licked and sucked between her thighs faster and faster with his 
tireless lizard-like tongue. God, it was something only he should be 
doing, yet somehow it didn't anger him, it excited him!

He heard her voice gasping, "Aaaaahhhhh ..." trailing off to a small 
almost helpless cry of piteous whimpering as she moaned out her 
completion through desire tortured lips.

Phillip's body was tense, and he sucked harder against Bill's wife's 
open loins trying to no avail to kill the furious aching desire 
building in his cock below as he heard his own nakedly spread 
girlfriend being debauched as she had never been before.

He heard her breathe deeply, a sigh escaping from far down inside her 
still heaving chest. She gave small occasional cries of further 
sensation as her teasing lover nipped for a moment longer at the still 
throbbing bud of her tiny erect clitoris.

There was silence for a moment, broken only by the heavy spent 
breathing coming from the other side.

He listened intently to see if Whey would stop or go on to something 
else as equally perverted and dirty as the act they had just finished. 
His own sucking was forgotten now; his only desire the need to contain 
this restless urge in his loins to leap the distance that separated 
them and rape his girlfriend where she lay. God, he wanted more than 
anything to fuck her now. He wanted to bring the same responses from 
her lips that the older man had, he wanted, needed to show her he could 
do it just as well, maybe better.

There was a rustle of the bedspread and the soft sound of a naked body 
twisting around on it. Soft whispers that he could not make out drifted 
across in the silence. They were moving about for some reason, and 
there was the audible sound of heavy, coarse male breathing becoming 
more and more excited by the second. He was whispering things that 
Phillip could not make out clearly but from their tone alone sounded 
lewd and forbidden. Then suddenly, there was a gasp from Valerie 
Dodge's husband's lips as though he were in sudden pain, his voice 
broke through the stillness like a knife, loud and clear so that 
Phillip could not mistake Heir cruel sadistic significance:

"Ooooh, your mouth is so nice, baby."

Phillip groaned into Valerie's wetly gyrating cunt and clenched his 
eyes tightly shut, wishing to blot out the horrible picture forming in 
his mind of the sweet young Jessica's virginal lips ovaled wide and 
slipping obscenely down over the man's thick, excitedly glistening 
cock. This was the ultimate humiliation, lying here with his face 
pressed tightly between another woman's thighs as his own beautiful 
young innocent girlfriend sucked another, at least Dirty years older 
than she, man right on the next bed.

"Tighten your lips and suck harder," he heard Bill hiss through 
passion-clenched teeth. He jerked his head up, forcing it from 
Valerie's desperately clinging hands and tried to peer through the 
darkness. He could see nothing but his imagination went wild, the low 
dim form of Jessica, probably nude, haunched on all fours over Bill 
Dodge's heavily grinding loins with his cock buried deep in her mouth, 
emerged in his jealousy-crazed mind. She was not fighting it and low 
soft muffled mewls of pleasure drifted across the room from her cock-
stuffed Croat.

"Don't leave me, don't, please, darling!" Valerie shouted, fighting 
desperately with her hands to draw his head back down between her wide-
spread, unsatisfied thighs.

But Phillip twisted away, ignoring her pleas, the wet sucking noises 
Jessica was making with her ovaled lips and the grunts of pleasure 
coming from Bill Dodge's mouth as she labored lewdly over him were too 
much. Forgotten was his anger, his jealousy, his confusion ... he was a 
wild uncontrolled animal now that wanted nothing more than to ram his 
aching tortured cock into that gorgeous long-haired blonde, no matter 
what the cost to both their promising careers. He wanted to punish her 
as she had been punishing him by her obscene submission to the man on 
me next bed.

He rose from the end of me mattress where his legs were hanging over 
the edge and half-stumbled toward the obscene wet sucking noises in me 
darkness. He banged his shin painfully against me corner of the bed but 
ignored it in his frenzy. He Crust his hands out in front of him, 
feeling the air toward the sounds and where he knew me end of the bed 
should be.

There was an abrupt inhale of breath and me sucking noises stopped as 
his hands came into electrifying contact with the softly swaying flesh. 
It stilled for a moment, and then, with what he was sure was a soft 
muffled laugh of triumph, began again. He probed experimentally with 
his fingers, digging them harshly into the smoothly naked skin. He 
found her back bone, the tiny ridges standing out from the humped-over 
position she was kneeling in. He followed it slowly down toward her 
buttocks until he came into warm contact with the crevice of her ass. 
It was hanging right over the end of me bed and swaying high in the 
air, her knees wide apart on the edge of the mattress. He moved around 
directly behind her, running his hands over the smooth white cheeks of 
her softly rippling buttocks. He could feel them quivering under his 
touch from the movement of her head below as she bobbed and twisted her 
face, her lips still locked obscenely around Bill's ever-growing prick.

Phillip gritted his teeth, tiny droplets of sweat beginning to roll 
from his forehead and with his thumbs, he drew the soft flexing crevice 
of her ass wide apart. He ran the middle finger of one hand down the 
entire length of it, feeling it still wet and open from Bill's saliva 
and her own orgasmic fluids that had gushed so wildly from it moments 
before. He thrust his finger into her cunt, feeling her jerk slightly 
forward from the sudden invasion. A deeper mewl came from her throat 
but she didn't let up with her sucking of the older man's cock for an 
instant.

Damn, she's burning up, Phillip thought, amazed at her newly-found 
passion, his already aching penis throbbing again in anticipation of 
ramming it between those beautifully shaped mounds of her ass. Again, 
the lewd thought of fucking her this way, from behind while another man 
fucked into her mouth, overcame all his shame and humiliation from her 
wanton submission to Valerie's husband. Pushed aside for now were his 
fears his puzzled anguished thoughts about her virginity ... had she 
been lying to him all along? Was it all some cruel joke, and she was 
letting other men fuck her the whole time?

He slipped his hand from her cunt and with an outward pressure of his 
thumbs spread me full rounded moons wide apart as he leaned forward. 
His prick made a sharp, electrical-like contact with the soft sparse 
pubic hair covering the slim folds of tender young flesh which enfolded 
her vagina. He gasped aloud as he felt her hand reach back! Reach back 
under her body, her fingers fondly grasping his desire-thickened shaft. 
She moved it up and down for a moment, parting me softness of her 
sparse blonde pubic hair and men guided it gently forward. He let his 
hips move to the slight tug until, with a sudden groan that began deep 
in his chest, the warm moist flesh of her vagina popped teasingly over 
the head of his cock like a tight fitting glove. He could feel the 
softness of the curly soft lining of pubic hair brushing teasingly 
around where it entered her.

Phillip could hold back no longer ... he threw back his head and rammed 
forward, not knowing what to expect from Jessica not knowing or caring 
any longer whether he would meet a virginal wall of flesh, or the 
hungrily sucking cavern of a dirty little street whore. His great cock 
flooded into his kneeling sweetheart like a tide, tearing and bursting 
everything in its path, deeper and deeper until his loins smacked hard 
against her upturned ass. He could feel the white soft cheeks flattened 
outward from the wide-split anal crevice towards her hips from the 
pressure he was exerting on her backside. He convulsively reached 
forward, clasping his hands tightly around her narrow waist where it 
flared into her trim girlish hips and held her tight so that she could 
not escape his ravishing thrusts. His fears were fulfilled soon enough 
as his long thick cock slithered easily into the tight confines of her 
well-lubricated pussy sheath, but there was no time for thinking of 
that now ... her virginity was not in question, only her ability to 
satisfy two men fucking her at the same time, to fulfill her role in 
the universe by answering their needs, emptying their loins of the 
painfully building sperm and giving them the pleasure that followed.

A low muffled moan came from her lips, distorted in sound by the huge 
thick cock throbbing deep in her throat and she tried to squirm forward 
to escape me deep and sudden impalement of her widely spread young 
pussy. But there was no escape, she held like in the jaws of a vise, 
skewered helplessly between Bill Dodge's cock buried deep in her throat 
and that of her boyfriend grinding deep into her upraised vagina from 
the rear.

Valerie's husband lying beneath her, held her head trapped tightly 
between his hands, his legs splayed out wide on either side of her 
knees. He thrust his cock mercilessly into her mouth. At the other end, 
Phillip surged into her with long deeply punishing strokes into the wet 
throbbing slit between her buttocks which hollowed and shook beneath 
his hands as though she were being beaten with chains.

The older man's hand suddenly clenched above his head from the 
involuntary spasms building in his body, and in his frenzied ecstasy, 
his elbow bumped the bedside light switch, bathing the whole scene in 
light, freezing the moment forever in a lurid tableau of wanton 
lasciviousness.

But no one cared ... they were all too far gone to notice such a minor 
development.

Phillip swung his head from side to side as he rammed his cock deeper 
and deeper from behind into Jessica's stretched and heavily filled 
young cunt, and suddenly he could catch a side view of this lewd scene 
in the mirror that ran alongside the bed. He groaned in anger and 
frustration as the obscene picture of his own supposedly virginal young 
girlfriend, the girl he was going to marry, being fucked like a whore 
between two of them in this subservient kneeling position she was in 
came clearly to his eyes. He could see Bill Dodge's huge thick rod 
disappearing and re-appearing between her hungrily sucking lips, her 
long disheveled blonde hair flowing down over her head to lie in a soft 
pool on his rounded, hair-covered belly. Her firm, white tits danced 
and shook below her heaving chest as Cough they had strings attached to 
the nipples and were being tugged and pulled from above.

On the other side of the immense bedroom, he could see Dodge's helpless 
wife, Valerie, watching them with her eyes opened wide and smoky from 
the effect the salacious sight was having one her. Her legs were drawn 
up in a crab-like position with three fingers of one hand thrust far 
down into her wetly-spread cunt. Her other hand massaged her own 
breasts in wild circular motions as she worked vicariously in time to 
the cruel buffeting of Jessica's naked young body impaled between her 
young lover and her husband.

He wanted to cry, scream, anything ... anything to pull his future 
young bride's suddenly insatiable craving body from between them but he 
couldn't. His prick ached and throbbed inside her now voraciously 
clasping pussy and he couldn't bear to pull it from the soft tight 
moistness. Instead, he watched, hypnotized, in the mirror as the tempo 
increased by the second.

He began unconsciously following the rhythm Valerie's husband was 
setting with his merciless fucking in and out of her mouth. Wilder and 
wilder the two of them became, punishing Jessica mercilessly between 
them. Their thick hoarse groans intermingled now with Jessica's muffled 
and muted cries from around the fleshy rod stuffing the cavern of her 
mouth. She lolled limply between them, allowing herself to be used as 
they would, following their beat in the swirling of her tongue around 
Bill's almost exploding cock. And then suddenly ...

A half-human scream erupted from Bill Dodge's throat and he locked his 
hands around the back of Jessica's rhythmically bobbing head, drawing 
it deep down on his hotly pulsing rigidity until all Phillip could see 
left of his cock was a small bit at the base protruding wet and 
glistening from her wildly sucking lips. He watched in horrified awe as 
her throat tightened and untightened, swallowing in great desperate 
gulps the hotly erupting cum the older man was spewing up into her 
mouth. Her cheeks bloated and hollowed as the warm, working cavern of 
her throat filled and emptied, filled and emptied, as she desperately 
swallowed to rid it of the flooding white sperm pulsating into it. 
Christ, he thought to himself, the man's balls must be filled with cum!

At the same time, he could feel a gush of warmth around his own cock 
inside her still-pulsating vagina and her own hotly exploding orgasmic 
juices began to flow out from around the edges of his deeply imbedded 
cock and down into the softness of his noisily smacking testicles.

She was cumming too now, and like a dying banshee, groaned out her 
release as she continued her now uncontrolled sucking and nibbling on 
Valerie Dodge's husband's slowly deflating prick. Phillip clenched his 
eyes tightly shut and felt his own testicles begin to wildly erupt up 
inside her hotly clenching young cunt walls. His hot sperm spurted like 
a firehose through the end of his still hard driving cock and squirted 
wildly far up into Jessica's palpitating vagina. In spite of the 
excitement an obscene thought of his lewdly gushing sperm mixing with 
that of a stranger deep up inside his future bride's greedily absorbing 
belly sent chills of revulsion creeping through him. For a moment, he 
hated her again and fucked his cock as deep as it would go up into her 
as it spewed out its lewd load, he ground his pelvis around and dug the 
head deeper and deeper, battering the smooth wet walls of her pussy 
without mercy. She whimpered, her own orgasm nearing its end and tried 
to jerk forward to dislodge him from her now satiated young cunt but he 
held her smoothly trembling buttock cheeks back against his loins now 
for a further moment, looking down on the back of her head as she 
suddenly turned to the side. Dodge's thick, deflating prick slipped 
from her mouth and he could see thin, sticky white strings of his sperm 
still connecting her face to it even though it was now several inches 
away from her lips. Her breathing was heavy and wet as though her mouth 
and nose were completely covered with moisture. She groaned and flopped 
her head sideways to his belly, her body limp like a rag-dolls, held in 
place against Phillip's loins only by the pressure of his hands at the 
juncture of her widespread thighs. He strained forward and emptied the 
last of his cum deep up inside her unresisting belly and then released 
his hands as he felt his own prick begin deflating inside the wetly 
flooded grip of her cunt. She slithered forward and lay still across 
the older man's loins and chest, her own legs still wide apart. He 
caught a last view of her wide stretched vagina between her open legs 
before he fell to the side of the bed where Valerie had moved and was 
working herself with her own fingers into a frenzy. He had barely hit 
the mattress when she engulfed him in her arms and began pleading, "Me, 
now me, darling!"

He could see Jessica, her face still lying against Bill Dodge's calmed 
belly, smiling over at him across the room, thin white droplets of his 
sperm still visible around her lips. Her victory was complete; she had 
hurt him deeply, exacted her revenge ... and proved herself as a woman.

There were other things that night, crazy, erotic, wild things with all 
of them on the same bed together, things he'd never dreamed of, with 
Valerie and Bill Dodge directing them like concerned tutors. After a 
while, there were more drinks, and the night faded into a blur of lust-
hardened cocks and passion-moistened pussies, breasts and gasping 
orgasms. And why not, he asked himself, why shouldn't he and his future 
young wife, Jessica, let themselves go totally?

It was obvious to the two of them that their lives would never be the 
same again anyway.



Chapter 9


Mrs. Jessica Wright dumped her tired body into the decorator-designed 
barrel-based leather chair at the closest corner of the plush loft-type 
apartment, kicked her shoes off onto the Persian carpet that stretched 
across the huge room and panted to regain her breath. It was nearly ten 
o'clock, and she had been on her feet, mostly in front of banks of 
bright lights and flashing strobes since nine this morning. But she 
wasn't really tired; physically a little worn out, but that would pass. 
What counted was inside and there she felt nothing but contentment and 
happiness at her new life. Across the room, a half dozen of her more 
recent magazine covers, blown up into enormous proportions by some of 
the guys down at Dodge Company, dominated the room. The stereo system 
was blaring at peak capacity, and she knew what that meant ... her 
husband Phillip, was working. He was the only commercial artist she 
knew who insisted on ear-splitting decibels before he could settle down 
to work.

She tried to recall what it was he'd said this morning he was working 
on now. The Ford campaign? No, it seems it was food of some sort ... 
maybe I should go ask him, just to let him know I'm home.

But there was no need, for Phillip had spotted her from his crow's nest 
work area, perched on the top half of the two-story main room in a sort 
of shelf-like corner, accessible by a pull-down set of ordinary attic 
stairs. "Hi, honey ... how was the shooting?"

She turned quickly, startled at hearing another voice. "Oh, you're not 
working!" she shouted over the din. "I was just thinking of coming up 
to say hello, but l didn't want to bother you!" 

"Sorry, I can't hear you!"

"Turn down the stereo then, silly!" She waited for Phillip to disappear 
through me doorway into his private little world, then descend the 
stairs to the main room below. His shirt was streaked with acrylics and 
tempura from me day's work, though sometimes she wondered if he just 
doused himself with colors to look busy. Not likely, though, not for 
the man who'd just won the Art Director's Soho showing.

"Hi, that better," he said softly right in her ear this time.

"Mmmmmm ... much better," she purred as his hands coursed over her 
knotted shoulders. "You can do that all you like."

Phillip's fingers sneaked playfully down the ridge of her spine, 
rubbing the tiny bony protuberances as he crept toward the soft cleft 
of her buttocks.

"Not there, baby ... the knots are in my shoulders," she said with mock 
seriousness.

"Just wanted to get you in the mood, that's all."

Her ears perked up like a dog's on the trail of game. "Mood? Mood for 
what ... Did Valerie call?"

Phillip just went on rubbing her back and shoulders, a sheepish grin on 
his face.

"Well, did she? Tell me, c'mon, tell me!" she shrieked excitedly.

"Yes, she called ... and there's a party at the Leonard Melcher's 
tomorrow night. We're to be there at eight."

Jessica fell back into the depths of the thickly padded chair, her eyes 
clenched shut and a big smile on her lips. "Wow, I can hardly wait! Is 
Luke going to be there?" She fondly remembered her few minutes of 
conversation with the Dodge Company's newest producer, a tall, dark-
haired man with a build on him like Tarzan.

"Yeah, and his wife, too ... you remember, the talk-show commentator, 
Nancy Dramar?"

She did remember ... and for a fleeting second, felt a twinge of 
jealousy as she thought of me voluptuous child-star turned television 
hostess with that luxurian redhair of hers ... and mat body! Jesus, 
what an enormous pair of breasts that woman had!

Phillip's hands were around her waist now, then smoothly along the 
sides of her trim thighs and back up under the bottom of her minidress. 
She purred like a kitten being stroked as his fingers kneaded the 
tender soft flesh of her inner thighs, then snaked under me elastic of 
her panties, tenderly caressing the warm moist folds of her pussy.

"Mmmmmm ... I guess I can work you in for one little quickie," she 
teased. "But darling ... don't wear me out. I want to be in fine shape 
for tomorrow. Luke has a new series coming up for the fall ... and who 
knows, maybe he might just be interested in little old me for a part in 
it!"


The End




  
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