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LLP-279 The Exhibitionist Wife by Gilda Grayson


Chapter 1


He had thought about it innumerable times in the last several months, 
trying to figure out what was happening to him when he was in bed with 
Evelyn, but short of going to a head-shrinker and laying bare his whole 
life, while lying on a couch answering all kinds of personal, 
penetrating questions, Fred Holden wasn't able to come up with any 
substantial answers. Somehow they seemed to evade him, no matter how 
hard he concentrated on the problem. It just seemed to happen, and he 
couldn't do anything about it. He had tried a lot of different things, 
but the one thing he did know for sure was that he wasn't really 
impotent ... And, as far as going to a head doctor, well forget it. He 
wasn't about to do that, yet.

Seated in the spare bedroom of their apartment, which Fred used as a 
study, he was trying to run down a column of figures on his adding 
machine. He was moonlighting, which consisted of running monthly audits 
for several small, independent businesses, a couple of service 
stations, a neighborhood grocery store, a dentist and a pet shop. He 
worked damned hard at his regular job then spent two or three nights 
every week doing more of the same thing for these small outfits.

He made a stupid mistake, transposing some numbers, and he cleared the 
machine, corrected the error and leaned back away from his desk in his 
swivel chair, listening to his portable radio, turned up to drown out 
the sounds of the television set in the living room. Evelyn was there 
listening and watching while some insipid singer-comedian went through 
his studiedly relaxed routines. He couldn't stand to watch that 
particular program, and he was glad that he could sequester himself in 
his office on the evenings when that one was aired. What he would like 
to do was get a little portable set; then he could watch what he liked, 
such as some of the detective series or a talk show or two. There were 
some other things he liked to watch, too, but they weren't broadcast on 
T.V.

Looking at his wristwatch, he saw that it was a little after ten-
thirty. It was a little early, but maybe---just maybe---he'd be in luck 
tonight. A little smile of anticipation creased his round face, and he 
heaved his short, muscular frame out of his soft chair. Going to the 
south window, he gingerly drew back the drapes, and being careful to 
stay well back from the sill his eager eyes sought the window of the 
apartment below and slightly to the left. He was looking down directly 
on the bed, sheets and covers turned back for occupancy, but he was 
disappointed. The young couple weren't on the bed, yet. "Damn!" he 
growled to himself. He'd have to wait. His eyes shifted to the bathroom 
window. Sometimes they were as careless about keeping that window 
closed as they were the one in the bedroom. Well ... I'm in luck! The 
light was on in the bathroom, and the window was open ... but the only 
way he could see into his neighbor's bathroom was to be in his. Well, 
hell ... he'd done that before, too.

In his own bathroom, a second or two later, the door securely locked, 
Fred stepped into the bathtub, opened the window and standing on tiptoe 
looked down into the similar cubicle of the ground-floor apartment in 
the next building.

"Christ!" He was disgusted. All he could see was the slimly muscular 
body of the young husband. The man was facing him and was just entering 
the shower, his dark chest hairs contrasting with white skin, and 
below, the extreme hairiness of his loins almost obscured the flaccid 
tube of his penis hanging down softly against the longer, slightly 
reddish scrotal sac with its large egg-shaped testicles swinging easily 
below.

Fred wasn't interested in watching a naked man take a shower; although 
he had watched that same man make love to his wife, and he knew that 
the guy was virile, potent and had staying power that wouldn't quit. It 
was the guy's young wife he wanted to see. Damn! She's a luscious 
little piece! He wasn't even sure what her name was, but he thought 
their last name was Pearson. He was just about ready to step back out 
of the bathtub and go back to work when he saw her.

She drifted into his view shrugging off a light dressing robe. Fred's 
brown eyes widened, the pupils flaring as he watched her hang the robe 
on the door, the soft, round orbs of her beautifully sculpted buttocks 
working as she kicked off her mules. God damn! How he'd love to get his 
hands on her, his fingers digging into those twin mounds of warm, 
smooth, alabaster-white flesh. He could almost feel it in the palms of 
his hands as he watched; then, she turned and was facing him. Her 
breasts, full and round, were placed high and wide-spaced on her chest, 
the nipples pouting upward and the pink areolas looked almost like 
round bullseyes. The rest of her was equally fetching. She had a nice 
face with regular features, good, even, white teeth, a sensuous mouth, 
and she was golden blonde all over. Fred's eyes zeroed in on the spun-
gold mound of pubic hair framed by slightly wide but curvaceous hips, 
and he felt his penis, below, inside his pants, come to pulsingly 
vibrant life. He thrilled as blood pumped into it to be trapped there, 
the tumescent rod of his cock throbbing with the urgency of his sexual 
need. His scrotum worked, pulling his balls up tight and achingly 
toward his crotch.

That's what confused him. He could get a hard erection watching his 
neighbor's wife undress in the bathroom ... but when he got into bed 
with Evelyn, his own wife ... Hell! Half the time I can 't even get a 
hard-on!

... And, it wasn't that Evelyn was an ugly witch, either. She was every 
bit as desirable as that sweet, young thing next door. There was just 
something that turned him off when he tried to make it with his wife. 
It wasn't that she didn't like it. Evelyn was different from a lot of 
men's wives he knew about: Like the ones who always had a headache ... 
or demanded some special favor or gift ... or who cynically, even 
perhaps sadistically, limited their husbands sex demands by making 
themselves sexually unattractive. He thought about the too-fat wives he 
knew and the ones with caustic tongues, as well as the constant-
complainers ... But, hell, that's not Evelyn at all. She likes to fuck 
... maybe too much! Actually, Fred Holden was closer to an insight into 
what was happening between him and Evelyn than he'd ever be, but 
unfortunately he didn't recognize it, didn't pursue the idea far 
enough. In the apartment's bathroom next door, the lovely, young wife 
opened the shower door and stepped into it with her husband. "Damn it!" 
again. There was nothing to be seen for a while. Turning he stepped out 
of the bathtub and flushed the commode; then, he left the room and went 
back to his desk. The television set in the living room was still 
going, and he assumed that Evelyn would be there for another half-hour 
or more; of course, she knew better than to disturb him while he was 
working. He had made that damned clear to her, several months ago ... 
right after they were married.

Evelyn was Fred's second wife. The main reason he had taken on these 
accounting jobs that he did at home at night was so he could keep up 
his alimony payments. That God damned shrew is too smart to get 
married, again! All she thinks about is money ... and she's getting it! 
Plenty! Fred felt he had been taken to the cleaners when he'd been hit 
with alimony payments of over seven-hundred dollars a month. It had 
taken several stormy sessions in Carol's lawyer's office before he had 
gotten it reduced to a more comfortable figure, five-hundred and fifty 
dollars per month. Then, when he'd married Evelyn there just wasn't 
enough money to go around, so he was moonlighting. He didn't want to 
spend his evenings grubbing for extra money, but there didn't seem to 
be any other way to meet expenses. The worst part of it was that prices 
kept right on going up, the inflation eating away at his salary to the 
point where he was thinking of taking on a couple more accounts. 
Christ! If I have to do that ... pretty soon I'll be working four or 
five nights every week!

Glumly, he sat back down at his desk, conscious of his still throbbing 
erection, straining against the front of his trousers, his hand going 
down to caress the turgid length of his cock and smiling with the 
secret knowledge that he sure as hell wasn't impotent as Evelyn 
regularly accused him of being. He toyed with an idea: What I ought to 
do is walk in there, turn that damned TV set off, haul her out of her 
chair, throw her down on the living room floor ... and fuck hell out of 
her ... so she knows she's really been had! Something kept him from 
carrying out the idea, though. Maybe it was the memory of how Carol had 
rebuffed him so many times, putting him off with vapid excuses ... 
until one day he'd tried it. He manhandled her ... forced her---raped 
her actually---fucking the ass off her, while she fought him like a 
wounded tigress. It had been a costly mistake. After a visit to her 
lawyer the next day, she insisted that he move out because she was 
divorcing him.

He sat there at his desk for several minutes, trying to force himself 
back to the drudgery of those endless columns of figures, but after a 
few desultory attempts at reconciling some of the entries, he gave up 
as a lost cause. Reaching into his desk drawer he brought forth a small 
pair of binoculars, rose from his chair and went to the window, again.

Things were going to start happening down there in his neighbor's 
bedroom. He saw that the young husband was stretched out to his full 
length on the white bedsheets, his cock hardening rapidly. Fred still 
couldn't see the man's lovely, blonde wife, yet. She was in another 
part of the bedroom, hidden from his view. Now, the husband was 
reaching down to grasp the shaft of his penis, holding it aloft. His 
mouth was moving, but Fred couldn't hear his words; he could only 
imagine that he was making a lewd invitation.

She was there, then, crawling up on the bed beside him and rolling over 
on top of her husband. Fred saw her white, tapering thighs part then 
close again, and he knew that she had captured the stiffening shaft of 
her husband's prick, holding it tight between her clamped-together 
thighs.

Using the binocular, he brought the scene into sharp focus, almost as 
clear and large as though he were there in the room with them. This's 
the best damned investment I've ever made! He watched their mouths meet 
and meld, and he imagined the sucking, nibbling and the intertwining of 
tongues in the deep, open-mouthed kiss; then, as he swept the glasses 
over the smooth whiteness of her back to the nipped in waist and the 
curving flare of her hips, he saw the slight undulations of her 
buttocks and knew that she was grinding her warmly moist furrow up and 
down the length of her husband's massively erect cock. Below, Fred felt 
the involuntary lurch of his own aching hard-on, his hand going into a 
pocket to shift the shaft of his turgid prick to a more comfortable 
position, and with gentle fingers he caressed the length of it, 
debating with himself whether he should or shouldn't. Several times 
lately, as he'd watched the copulating neighbors, he'd masturbated 
while he watched them. It gave him a measure of satisfaction, but he 
didn't really like to do it; it seemed such a waste to him, especially 
when he could have been getting all the fucking he could handle with 
his wife, Evelyn. It's damned strange that I can't get it up with her! 
Maybe ... it's because she's so eager for it ... always letting me know 
that she's hot for it ... and coming after me! Christ! I don't know ... 
she's so aggressive sometimes! Again, a truth was dogging him, but Fred 
didn't recognize it when he saw it. What he knew for sure was: My cock 
just lies there limp as hell! ... And, even if I do get it about half 
hard ... it'll just curl up and die on me!

... And, now as he watched, his own excitement mounting, he saw the 
young wife slithering down over her husband's chest, her mouth kissing 
his flat belly. Lower and lower she moved, until she was kneeling 
between his wide-spread legs, her hands busy, one caressing his ball-
filled scrotum, while the other held the thick length of his cock's 
shaft. Then, her smiling lips were coming down to the throbbing head of 
it as her tiny hand retracted the loose folds of the foreskin to reveal 
the reddish satin of her husband's cock's head. Damn! She's going to 
suck him, tonight! Fred's cock jerked involuntarily with erotic 
excitement against the confining cloth of his shorts and pants, and his 
hand went down there again to soothe and fondle.

He was thinking about Evelyn, again. Maybe it would be a good idea to 
take his throbbing erection into the living room ... and make it with 
her there. Without any rough stuff, though; just a nice, smooth 
seduction with the fucking taking place on the couch or the floor. Any 
place but the bedroom! ... But, he couldn't tear himself away from the 
sex show going on in the apartment below.

The young blonde had her husband's prick in her mouth, now, and Holden 
let his imagination roam, trying to envision what it would feel like to 
have that delicious tongue swirling around the head of his cock. It was 
hard to hold the binocular steady with one hand, and he stopped his 
unconscious stroking of his own penis, intent upon watching the other 
man's hard shaft as it was absorbed deeper into his wife's mouth. With 
both hands holding the glasses now, he watched the golden blonde head 
bean to bob slowly up and down the turgid length of it, the binocular 
giving him a close-up view of everything that was happening.

He saw tiny, pink flanges of her inner lips pulled out, glistening with 
droplets of moisture, on the upstroke; then, they were stuffed back 
inside, her lips rolling inward as they nibbled their way back down to 
absorb almost all of her man's cock on each downward bob of her head. 
Her eyes were closed; her face serene, and the spun-gold of her hair 
was cascading down over her husband's hairy thighs. Then he noticed 
that the young man was flexing his hips, driving his massive cock even 
deeper up into his wife's ovalled lips.

... Now, she was taking all of it; her nose was nestling down solidly 
into the black hairiness of her husband's groin. Having watched the 
young couple enough during the last few weeks to know that the younger 
man's fully erect prick was something to reckon with, as he'd watched 
him pull it completely clear before ramming it back home again into his 
wife's undulantly receptive cunt, Fred was pretty sure how much cock 
she was taking deep into her mouth and throat. Hell's fire! She's got 
all of it in her mouth ... and that husband of her's is hung with about 
eight inches of hard cock ... at least!

Fred Holden could barely contain his own mounting excitement, as he 
watched the young wife from next door, her head beginning now to move a 
little faster and her husband's hands groping down to either side of 
her head to guide her ovalled, sucking mouth, while at the same time 
his hips rose and fell in rhythmic counterpoint, as he thrust upward at 
her with desperate urgency. Damn! She's going to suck him off ... all 
the way!

As he watched the oral-genital act between the young, married couple, 
the idea began to grow, little by little, until he knew that he'd have 
to have that sweet, young thing, next door. Somehow, he would get to 
her ... take her to bed, and ... Christ! He could already feel that 
luscious flesh, her mouth working on him, his own tongue in that tight, 
little cunt ... and finally his stiff, throbbing cock plumbing her, her 
clinging cuntal sheath slipping along the length of his thick prick. If 
I work it just right ... God!

Faster and faster her gold-crowned head moved over her husband's loins, 
her mouth alternately nibbling and sucking, her cheeks hollowing, her 
lips stretched in a wide oval around that monster shaft tightening and 
relaxing, and Fred knew that in a moment it would be over. Even more 
fervently he wished that it could be he, who would be cumming in his 
neighbor's wife's deliciously sucking mouth.

With a final, upward, ramming thrust of his hips the young husband 
came. Fred saw him go rigid, and at the base of the man's hard cock 
there was a little stretch of it that could be seen clearly through the 
glasses. Fascinatedly, he watched as it expanded and contracted 
rhythmically, pumping his semen splashingly into his wife's still 
sucking mouth; then he saw her throat, the muscles working as she 
swallowed, and unconsciously, Fred's hand went down to his own pulsing 
cock, his fingers fumbling with the zipper tab. In a moment he was 
hauling his hardened cock out of his fly, his hand gripping it tightly 
and moving it, and he was aware that the head of it was moist and hot.

Suddenly, he stopped! Why the hell should I ...? Christ! I've got a 
hard-on that won't stop! ... So, why don't I use it the right way? He'd 
do it! He'd go into the living room ... and fuck his wife, Evelyn. Rip 
her clothes off ... throw her down on the God damned rug ... and fuck 
her half silly!

Stuffing his turgid, demanding prick back into his pants but not 
bothering to zip his fly, Fred Holden put the binocular on the desk as 
he went by on his way to the living room, thinking: I should've done it 
before this ... instead of letting her ridicule me ... accusing me of 
not being a real man! Impotent? Damn! Just wait until she sees this!

The living room was empty!

The TV set was still going, but Evelyn was not there!

"Evelyn ...?"

No answer.

Swiftly, Fred Holden searched their apartment. She wasn't in the 
bedroom or the bath; however, he saw her purse on the dresser, so he 
knew that she couldn't have gone far. Just to make sure he went 
downstairs and checked the carport. Both their cars were there. Well 
hey! She must be off visiting somewhere in the apartments!

Fred was disappointed ... and as he searched for his wife, of course, 
his erection began to subside, until in a few moments it was soft 
again. God damn! What a time for her to be running off somewhere!

He was outside already; the Southern California evening was balmy and 
pleasant. Aimlessly, he began to walk among the buildings of the 
apartment complex, telling himself that he was looking for Evelyn ... 
but he found himself looking into windows with open drapes, hoping to 
see her ... or someone else, like a shapely housewife, fetchingly 
naked, dashing across the room, forgetting that her windows were open 
to the world.

... And then, he was prowling along between the buildings searching for 
open windows of bedrooms, which were situated almost consistently to 
the rear of the apartments. Christ! he thought once. Am I turning into 
a real peeper? The thought caromed around inside his skull. It gave him 
momentary pause, as he remembered that there were laws about peeping. 
It was one thing to watch from the privacy of his own apartment ... but 
out there in the dark, prowling around ...? It's too damned risky! 
They'd put me in a cell ... or send me to a shrink!

It scared him to think about it, now. Some crazy guy might think I'm a 
burglar ... or something, and take a shot at me! He remembered having 
read of just that happening. It had been in the morning newspaper, just 
three days ago. Christ! He began making his way back to his own 
apartment.

Glancing at his wristwatch, when he gained the safety of their 
apartment, Fred saw that it was eleven-fifteen already. He snapped off 
the blaring TV set and made another hasty search of the rooms. Evelyn 
wasn't back yet.

In his office-study, he covered the adding machine and closed the 
ledger he had been working on, angry with himself that he hadn't gotten 
more of the work done. Restlessly, he looked out the window, down 
toward that young couple's bedroom, hoping that perhaps they had gone 
on to other things, after that luscious, little blonde thing had 
sucked-off her husband. He'd never know now, because the drapes had 
been closed; however, the light was still on. He could see the glow 
filtering through. "Damn! Just my luck!" he growled to himself. I 
suppose I might as well take my shower and get ready to go to bed ...

Out of curiosity, he looked from their bedroom window. He'd never been 
able to see anything from there, before, but tonight as he looked down 
toward the ground floor apartment to the West, he gasped with surprise. 
Damn! Look at that!

There on the bed were three people: Two women and a man! It s the 
Holloways! He knew them slightly, a nodding acquaintance ... But, who 
the hell is that black-haired woman ...? He looked more closely. She 
was on her knees and elbows, her soft, white buttocks-cheeks raised, 
undulating back against the hard shaft of Vince Holloway's plunging 
cock that ground deep into her vagina, lined sparsely with pubic hair 
as jet-black as that of her head ... and her face was nuzzled down 
between the smooth, tapering thighs ... the sun-bronzed thighs of 
Vince's wife, Thelma. Pendulant, below her torso, he saw full, pear-
shaped breasts that swung prettily to and fro as she bucked back 
against his neighbor, fucking back, for all she was worth. He knew that 
she would be tall and willowy, if she were standing, which was exactly 
the way Evelyn looked. In fact, he had the sinking feeling in the pit 
of his stomach ... that it was his wife, Evelyn, but he couldn't see 
her face, hidden as it was down between the other woman's legs. It 
didn't take any imagination to know what she was doing with her mouth 
down there. Christ! He had to know for sure whether or not it was 
Evelyn in the Holloway's bedroom being fucked from the back like an 
alley cat, while at the same time she was eating that Amazon, Thelma 
Holloway, who lay on her back, thighs spread obscenely and thoroughly 
enjoying every moment of it. He had to know!

Stumblingly, Fred rushed into his office grabbed his field glasses and 
ran back into the bedroom, remembering to snap off the light, so that 
he would be in darkness, lessening the chance of anyone seeing him as 
he watched the scene below. God! He hoped that he was wrong! ... But, 
God damn it ... I ought to know my own wife's naked body ... even 
without seeing her face!

He was already raging inside, as he raised the binocular to his eyes 
and focused on the threesome, fucking in the bedroom of the Holloway's 
apartment.

Her face was still hidden, but he swept his glasses over the black-
haired woman's svelte figure. It was Evelyn all right! The God damned 
slut! He could clearly see Vince's cock, the shaft of it glistening 
dully with viscid moisture as it pounded in and out of Fred's wife's 
cunt. The son-of-a-bitch!

Then, he was concentrating on Thelma's loins, hoping that she would 
shift the position of her legs, or that Evelyn would raise her head for 
a moment. As he watched, his anger boiling over in him at being 
cuckolded, Thelma raised her thighs and pulled her knees back against 
the fullness of her large, melon-like breasts. He could see the white 
suntan line of her bikini tops as well as the bottoms ... and now he 
could see Evelyn's face in profile, her finely chiseled features 
plainly recognizable. Her tiny, pink tongue was shooting out lickingly, 
concentrating directly on the palpitating clitoris of the other woman. 
All he could do, for the time being, was watch helplessly. He had 
already thought about it, discarding the idea as quickly as it had come 
... thought about going over there, himself and either drag his wife 
home ... or join them. He knew that the first would cause an uproar and 
possibly bring on unnecessary violence. The alternate option didn't 
appeal to him either; Thelma Holloway was a beautiful woman, perfectly 
proportioned ... but big. She was nearly six feet tall. That's why Fred 
Holden thought of her as an Amazon. Damn! I don't know whether I'd be 
able to make it with her! That idea, too was abandoned. He'd just wait 
until Evelyn came home; then, he'd do something ...

Watching Vince slam his massive cock into Evelyn from behind, like a 
rutting boar, Fred's own prick came up, again, to painfully throbbing 
erection. Suddenly, he realized that he was watching the finale of the 
a trois sex act in the apartment below, for now the three were writhing 
in the throes of impending orgasm. Thelma's loins undulated up to 
Evelyn's mouth, where now Fred saw that her tongue was disappearing 
right into the pink cleft of the other woman's outsize cuntal opening.

Holloway was a large man, also. He loomed above Evelyn, driving deep 
into her back-thrusting loins with pile-driver force, the speed of his 
strokes becoming ever faster and faster.

It was Thelma, whose soaring orgasm burst over her first. She opened 
her mouth to scream as convulsive shudders swept over her body. Her 
eyes were blazed; her mouth gaping wide as she panted out her release. 
Holden couldn't actually hear her very plainly, but there was a 
muffled, high pitched sound. He was sure that it was her final scream 
of ecstatic passion.

Then, as Holloway's wife slumped back, her legs straightening out to 
lie flat but still wide-spread, her chest heaving with deep pantings 
causing the full mounds of her breasts to rise and fall, Fred saw that 
his wife, Evelyn, was in full-throated screams of rapture. This time he 
heard it faintly, "God! Fuck me ... hard! I'mmmmm 
cummmmmiiiiinnnnnggggg! AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

The sound of his wife's voice slashed through him like a saber. He had 
heard that sound of passion so seldom, himself that hearing it caused 
by another man's pounding cock in her was the rawest hurt of all. The 
God damned bitch! She's no better than a cheap whore! What really cut 
to the quick was the realization that Evelyn really hadn't given him 
much of a chance to prove that he could satisfy her. Now, there was yet 
another gnawing suspicion: How long's she been out alleycatting? The 
dismaying thought that she may have been looking for her sexual kicks 
some other place, almost ever since they'd been married ... five 
months, now, was like a kick in the groin for him. God damn her! I'll 
show her when she gets back here! I'll show her! I'LL SHOW HER!

Barely able to watch, as his jealous rage dimmed his eyesight, he saw 
Vince Holloway jackhammering into Evelyn's clasping cunt, and he knew 
that the man was on the verge of cumming ... Then, he drove into Fred's 
wife for the final, cunt-plumbing thrust and his big body went stiff, 
as he ground it hard and deep into her passion-trembling belly. He knew 
what the other man was feeling ... that satisfying spurt of semen, 
hosing through the length of your aching cock, the final, sweet release 
from building tension ... and in a way, he couldn't condemn Holloway 
for doing what he was doing to Evelyn; especially if she was the one 
who provoked it. At that point, he was sure in his own mind that it was 
Evelyn who was at fault. The bastard's only doing what I'd do, too ... 
if some gal as sexy and as forward as Evelyn was throwing it right at 
me ...! He thought about that for a moment and changed his mind. No! 
Damn it! That's the trouble! Evelyn is too damned forward ... it turns 
me off so that I can't get an erection! A glimmer of the truth he was 
looking for filtered through to him. She doesn't let me start things, 
chase her a little ... seduce her ... then mount her and duck her ... 
like a man! Finally, he was sure of it. The knowledge was his! That's 
it, God damn it! That's it! Things are going to change!



Chapter 2


It was five minutes to midnight when Fred Holden heard his wife come 
through the front door of their apartment. He was lying in bed waiting 
for her, the sheet pulled up over his nude body. Down between his legs, 
his cock was still hard and ready for action.

He had done everything he could to make sure that it was in an excited 
state. After the scene in the Holloway's apartment had ended, he had 
dug out some pornographic magazines from the closet, perusing them 
closely and keeping his mind on purely erotic things. His hand, too, 
had helped, as he'd caressed the hardened shaft just enough to keep it 
hard. He was determined that Evelyn would know, beyond any shadow of a 
doubt that he was a virile man. He just had to show her who was the man 
in their family!

Walking silently on bare feet, Evelyn came into their bedroom, hoping 
that her husband would be asleep. She had stayed longer at the 
Holloway's than she had intended, but she had rehearsed an alibi line 
that she was sure sounded plausible.

As she opened the door, she saw that the dim, bedside light was still 
on, and that Fred was in bed already. He sat upright.

"Where the hell have you been?" his voice fairly crackled.

"Oh," she trilled lightly, "I didn't know you were awake, darling ..."

"I asked you where you've been, darling!

"Well, if you must know ... I was downstairs, at the Holloway's. Thelma 
was having some trouble with a needlepoint design she's doing ... and I 
was helping her on ..." Evelyn recited, telling just enough of the 
truth to make it plausible.

"Very domestic!" Fred grated. "... But you're lying ... because I saw 
you!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" Evelyn challenged, holding her ground.

"Just this, God damn it!" He leaped from the bed and reached her in two 
steps. Grabbing his wife's arm in a vise-like grip, he forced her over 
to the bedroom window. "Look down there!"

"Wh-Where ...? Evelyn was a little frightened, now.

"Down to the right!" His other hand entangled in her long, black hair, 
forcing her to look in the direction he indicated. "Anything 
interesting in the Holloway's bedroom ...?"

Horror-stricken, Evelyn found herself looking down at Thelma Holloway 
stretched out, nude, on the bed she had just occupied with them both 
only minutes before. The brown-haired woman's body lay supine, her legs 
spread out at an obscene angle, and she was talking to her husband, 
Vince, hidden from her view in another part of the bedroom. My God! He 
knows! Of course, what Thelma was saying couldn't be heard.

"She must be talking about you!" Fred grunted. "Probably saying 
something about having you over again sometime ... to help with the 
needlepoint work!"

Twisting her head around to look at her husband, Evelyn wailed, "Let me 
go! You don't understand!"

"Are you denying that you weren't down there ... on that bed with both 
of them ... getting fucked, like a bitch in heat ... and eating her 
cunt ... at the same time ...?" He made the question an accusation, a 
statement of irrefutable fact.

At that moment, the large, rawboned figure of Vince Holloway loomed in 
front of the window in the apartment below, naked like his wife, 
Thelma, the long, thick stiffness of another growing erection plainly 
evident, as he reached for the pull cord and shut the drapes, 
effectively cutting off the view into their bedroom.

Fred pulled his trembling, emotion-ridden wife away from the window and 
releasing his grip on her hair reached over and closed the curtains of 
their bedroom. Evelyn turned toward him, her face drained of color, and 
she was aware, for the first time, that her husband was naked. Spearing 
out from his muscular, hair-covered loins was the unmistakable evidence 
of arousal. His penis stood out hard, rampant and throbbing, and her 
eyes swept down to it, widening in surprise as she saw its fiery, 
blood-engorged head, pulsing with his heartbeat. Its thick length stood 
up at an acute angle, almost parallel to his abdomen.

Looking back up at his face, she saw his lewd smirk of satisfaction. 
"What do you think about that ... darling wife? ... And, how'd you like 
to be fucked by me ... your husband, for a change?"

Instantly, the fear in her eyes was replaced by a building interest, 
and she said a little prayer of thanksgiving. Thank God! He's not going 
to beat me ...!

With a lewd, little smile of her own trembling across her sensuous 
lips, she asked, "Did it make you all hot ... watching us, down there 
...?"

"Then, you admit it?"

"It'd be hard not to," she told him levelly. "Please, let me go, Fred? 
You're hurting my arm!"

He let her go, mumbling an automatic, "Sorry ..."

She came close to him, her loins grinding into the hardened shaft of 
his cock. Feeling it hot and hard through the thin layers of her 
clothing, she raised her lips up to him to be kissed. He didn't put his 
arms around her; neither did he try to kiss her.

"I thought you wanted to ...?"

"Fuck you?" he growled.

"Yes ..."

"I do ... and I will!"

Fred pushed his wife back away from him, his hand lashing out to grasp 
the low-cut neckline of her blouse.

Evelyn gasped, "No!" She realized instantly his intent.

"My way!" he grated, giving a tremendous yank that ripped her blouse 
all the way to her waist, the buttons flipping off and flying in all 
directions.

Again, real terror knifed through her. She backed away from him, 
looking down at her ruined blouse, her eyes brimming with tears. "God, 
no, Fred! Please ...?" she whined. He's acting like a maniac!

With grim determination Fred methodically ripped the rest of her thin 
blouse from her and tossed the shreds of it away. Her filmy bra was 
next; one hard pull at the point where the cups joined divided it into 
two useless parts, her freed breasts popping out to soar naked and 
white, the cool air of the room washing over their soft, warm and 
firmly pliant orbs.

Then Fred pulled the straps of her bra from her arms and stood back to 
admire his handiwork. Her breasts stood out, moundingly, the satin-like 
skin of them glowing alabaster-white in the soft light of their 
bedroom, and he saw that her nipples were elongating prettily, the 
areolas wrinkling up around the bases of the rapidly hardening berry-
like paps.

His aim was to debase and humiliate his wife as much as possible, and 
he was off to a good start. One of his groping hands found the hardened 
shaft of his aching cock, and he grasped it hard, as with lewdly 
smiling eyes, he asked, "What do you think I'm going to do with this?"

"Oh, God, darling ... I-I don't know ..." Evelyn cried miserably. "Rape 
me ... I suppose ..." God! I've got to do something! Any thing!

Suddenly, she was on her knees before him, her hands reaching out, 
tremblingly toward his throbbing cock, her mouth working tremulously, 
as she murmured, "Let me ..."

Putting both hands on her shoulders, her husband pushed her back, until 
she was sitting on her heels.

"Let you what ...? Suck me off?" he grunted, denying even to himself 
that he would have loved for her to do just that, but he had other 
plans ... for her! "Not on your life! That'd be too easy!"

Evelyn was confused and she felt his rebuff sharply. "I just wanted to 
give you ..." she began.

"You mean you wanted to side-track me!" he roared.

"No, please, Fred ... I just wanted to make everything all right ... 
again!"

"Listen, Bitch ... you've made fun of me for the last time ... because 
I couldn't get a hard-on ... some of the time!"

"I didn't mean to ... do that ..."

"But, you did, God damn it! You thought I was impotent! Well ... take a 
good look at my cock! Does that look like I can't do anything?"

"It's just ... beautiful ...!" she breathed, her hands going out, 
again, in an attempt to touch it, fondle it---and just maybe---get to 
kiss it and suck it for a little while.

"Don't touch it!" Fred Holden warned.

"... But, why, darling ...? I love you ... and I want to ..." Her hands 
dropped down into her lap, and she looked up at him imploringly.

"Love me ...? Ha! That's a good one! Is that why you were down there 
with the Holloway's, acting like a cheap, little whore?"

"No ... please, believe me ... I was doing it ... because I couldn't 
help myself. I needed it!"

"Well, they say confession's good for the soul!" he remarked.

"... But, that doesn't mean, I love you less ..."

"I saw you being fucked!"

"That's just sex ... nothing else!" she sobbed. "You know I ... can't 
do without it! I've got to have it regularly ... just like eating and 
breathing ..." Then, looking down at the floor, she went on, "And, I 
wasn't getting enough ... from ..."

"Okay! I wasn't fucking you enough! That's what you're saying! I'll buy 
that ... and I want to tell you something I figured out, just this 
evening!"

"What's that ... ?" his wife looked up eagerly into his face.

"I found out that I can't get it up ... because you're too God damned 
eager for it!"

"You mean ... I'm too aggressive ...?"

"That's it! You don't let me start the action!"

"Oh, God ... I didn't realize ..."

"So, from now on, I'm the one who's going to do the seducing ... and 
the chasing ... and I'm going to do the fucking ... understand ...?"

His hands were under her armpits lifting her to her feet. She hadn't 
answered, and he repeated his question, giving her a shake, "God damn 
it! Do you understand, Evelyn?"

She understood him clearly. God! It was a horrible mistake! "Yes, 
darling ... I-I do understand ..." she managed, a keening thrill going 
through her, as she tried to imagine what it would be like ... with her 
playing the part of a demure, shyly retiring wife, waiting for her Lord 
and Master to seduce her, instead of the other way around. "I 
understand ..."

"Good! Because, I'm going to make you pay for tonight's little 
escapade!"

"Are you going to ... fuck me, now ...?" Evelyn asked, a tone of 
resignation in her voice.

"I sure as hell am!"

Now, she was eager and ready for it, but she didn't want to let him 
know that, in the light of her new-found knowledge. She wanted it ... 
wanted her husband's massive prick pounding in and out of her cunt. A 
little smile of expectant anticipation lifted the corners of her lips, 
and she brushed tears away from her smoky, hazel eyes.

"Then, take me, darling! Fuck me! Fuck me ... any way you want to!" She 
began drifting sultrily toward their bed.

"You bet I'll fuck you the way I want to!" he grated, a sadistic grin 
splitting his face, lewdly. "How would you like to be fucked in the 
ass?"

Evelyn turned on him cat-like. "No!" she gasped. "God, no!" He 's 
crazy!

The shock was intended. Actually, he had toyed with the idea and 
discarded it. Later, maybe ... Right then, his intent was different.

Roughly, he pushed her down onto the bed, and as she sprawled backward, 
supine, her skirt riding up her lovely, tapered, white thighs, he saw 
the jet-black triangle of her pubic hair. She had not worn her panties 
home. He stared for a moment, new rage burning in him, as he remembered 
how Vince Holloway had been plunging his thick, lengthy cock's shaft in 
and out of her cunt, just minutes ago. Christ! His cum's still up 
inside her! He wasn't interested in fucking her in the cunt ... just 
then. Anyway, he wasn't sure he could ... with the other man's semen 
still pudding in her. Damn! It's kind of sickening!

Then, with both hands he grabbed his wife's ankles and swung her around 
straight in the bed. Deliberately, he reached out and pulled her skirt 
down to cover up her loins.

Dry-eyed, now, Evelyn watched him, and she was completely confused. 
What's he going to do? He doesn't want me ... to use my mouth ... and 
he's covering me up ... down there ... God! "What do you want me ... to 
do, Fred, darling ...?" she queried. "Shall I take off the rest of my 
clothes ...?"

Holden was crawling up on the bed now, his eyes locked onto the twin 
peaks of her softly mounding breasts; then, kneeling above her, he 
threw a leg over her body, straddling her waist. "No ... you're 
stripped enough, already!"

Avidly, his hands dug into the satin-smooth flesh of her white, full-
mooned breasts, his fingers massaging them cruelly.

Beneath him, Evelyn looked up at him beseechingly and moaned, "You're 
hurting me!"

"You're damned lucky I'm not beating the hell out of you!" he spat down 
at-her.

Her eyes widened. "You ... wouldn't ...?"

"I thought about it!"

"What are you ... going to do ... to me ...?"

"This!"

Fred spat saliva into the palm of his hand and smeared it on the head 
of his blood-engorged cock. Reaching down, then, he took both her hands 
in his and placed them on either side of a quivering breast. "Hold your 
tits up, like that ... and push them close together!" he instructed, 
leering down at her sadistically.

She knew instantly what he intended and tried to pull her hands free of 
his strong-fingered grip.

"Oh, God, Fred ... that's no better than ..." she began whiningly.

"No better than jacking-off ...? You're right! I'm going to have my fun 
while you watch me ... same as I watched you ... being fucked by Vince 
Holloway!"

"... But, there's nothing in it ... for me!"

"I know ... and that's the way I want it!"

Holding her hands in place to push up and close the space between her 
lovely, white breasts, he moved forward to thrust the head of his cock 
into the tight, fleshy channel they made.

"Now, hold those luscious tits of yours just like that!" he ground out 
at her, taking his hands away to place them flat on the bed, supporting 
himself on muscular arms above her, as he began to saw the pulsing 
shaft of his cock in and out in a fucking motion.

Evelyn was dismayed, but she obeyed him, pressing her full-mounded and 
now tingling breasts up to form the substitute sex channel between 
them. She felt the humiliation and debasement of it keenly ... But, I 
suppose it's better than having my eyes blackened ... or being 
sodomized, like he threatened. Of course, she had known that she was 
playing with dynamite ... when she had agreed to make love to Vince, 
but she had not reckoned with Thelma Holloway. The statuesque blonde 
had insisted on making it a trio ... had actually made most of the 
seductive overtures. Evelyn shivered with the memory of what it had 
been like with Thelma. God! Such delicious sensations!

She tried to feel some guilt about what she had done, but it came out 
more like the child, who caught with his hands in the cookie jar, is 
more chagrined with being caught in the act than suffering guilt for 
stealing the goodies. I just had to do it.. because I really thought 
Fred couldn't do it often enough ... to keep me satisfied! Had she 
searched deeper into herself, she may have discovered, perhaps, that no 
one man could satisfy her. There are women like that. Evelyn was 
probably one of them.

Feeling the warmly throbbing shaft of her husband's prick sliding in 
and out between her breasts, she became aware of a tingling thrill 
coursing through the soft mounds of flesh, and unconsciously her hands 
began to knead them closer around the plunging shaft of his cock. It 
was a new and different sensation; one she had never before 
experienced. He wants me to feel put down ... and I suppose that I 
deserve it!

 ... But, the humiliation he wanted her to feel; indeed, what she did 
feel for a few moments, was rapidly being dispelled, to be replaced 
with a glowing arousal. She could feel it spreading down through her 
belly, igniting a banked fire in her loins. God! I'm getting hot! Maybe 
she could ... but it was too much to hope for. Looking up into her 
husband's face, she saw that he was totally involved, his face hanging 
slack, his eyes glazed with passion, and she knew that it would be over 
for him in just a few moments. Maybe later ... I could work on him ... 
get him hard, again, and get him to fuck me ... for real ...

Straddling his wife's trembling torso and wantonly shoving his hard, 
demanding cock in and out of the soft tunnel of flesh between her 
luscious breasts, Fred Holden felt the tightening and relaxing around 
his throbbing length caused by her kneading hands on them. He knew that 
he was going to cum any second, now and that what he was doing was 
little better than a sophisticated masturbation; however, it was the 
only way he knew to humiliate and debase her.

"I'm going to cum ... in just a little while," he grunted down at her, 
"and I'm going to let it shoot all over you!"

"All right ... darling ... if that's what you want ..." Evelyn 
murmured.

"Damn right ... that's what I want! I want you to feel dirty!"

 ... Then, he felt the searing burn of his semen as it began its hosing 
journey through the tube of his hardened prick. He was cumming! It 
spurted from the slitted tip of his cock to splash white and hot on her 
chest and in the hollow of her neck. "AAaagh!" he grunted. "There, 
Bitch! How do you like that ... from your impotent husband ...?"

What could she answer? There wasn't anything to say. He had done it ... 
and there was only one thing she could do: Take a shower and clean 
herself up. There was that feeling of being half aroused, and she could 
do something about that ... later.

Panting for breath, Fred held himself in position above his wife, until 
she began to squirm beneath him in an attempt to free herself from his 
pinning body.

"Let me up, now ..." Evelyn whined pleadingly, "I've got to take a 
shower!"

"Yeah ... okay ..." he agreed, flopping over to his side, as she 
wriggled free and hopped off the bed, heading for the bathroom. He 
stopped her with a restraining hand. "And while you're at it ... get 
yourself clean ... inside and out!"

She questioned him with her eyes.

"Maybe we can both have some fun ... later ..." he promised.

"God, Fred ... I was hoping you'd say that!" his wife smiled with 
relief.

"... And, much later on ... we've got to do some serious talking!" Fred 
smiled meaningfully.

"About ... me ...?"

"About us!"

He released her arm and giving her an affectionate slap on the 
buttocks, said, "Go ahead and get cleaned up ... and I might even let 
you suck me for a little while!"

Evelyn hurried, feeling a rising excitement glowing in her, secure in 
the knowledge that tonight she would have a real hot-blooded husband 
... for a change, and on reflection as she stepped into the shower, she 
was glad for that change.



Chapter 3


"Now, Susan ... if you'll sort of slide down to the edge of the stool, 
then lean back on your elbows ... That's it! Just fine, now. Hold it!" 
The man speaking was squatting on the floor, focusing his camera on her 
naked loins, and Susan Merril following his directions to the letter, 
obediently did his bidding. "Now ... just spread your legs, nice and 
wide. I want to get a couple of shots from this angle!"

Slowly, she allowed her thighs to part, exposing the whole of her 
genital area to the stranger's eyes and the probing lens of his camera.

"Like this ...?" Susan asked amiably.

"Yeah ... that's fine! Hold it just like that!" His camera clicked, and 
immediately he thumbed the mechanism to the next frame. "A little 
wider, now!" He came in closer, focusing his lens for a close-up, 
snapped the picture and said. "That's just great!"

Standing up, then, he stepped back and looked at her nude figure 
critically. He was obviously a successful business man. Dressed 
impeccably, hair trim done by razor-cut, nails manicured to perfection, 
his hands soft and white, graying at the temples and his body a little 
flabby, he was probably well past fifty-five years of age. In his 
wallet he no doubt would be carrying pictures of two or three 
grandchildren, the oldest perhaps nine or ten years old, and at home 
there would be a past middle-age wife ... yet he was here in this Rent-
a-Model studio taking obscenely pornographic pictures of a lovely, 
blue-eyed, blonde woman, young enough to be one of his daughters.

It was nearing the end of the thirty minute picture taking session, for 
which her client had paid twenty dollars, and Susan Merril stood to her 
feet, reaching for a light wrapper she had shed when he had come into 
the small, intimate studio carrying his own camera bag.

Impersonally, acting according to her instructions and functioning more 
like a sales clerk than a nude model, she said, "We can do the 
developing and printing here for you, Sir."

She was shrugging into her cover-up garment, and he glanced with 
surprise at his elegant, gold wristwatch, seeing that barely a minute 
remained of his half-hour. A look of undisguised disappointment passed 
over his handsome features.

"All right ... I'll leave the film for processing ... but look we still 
have about a minute, and I've got just two shots left, Miss ...? 
Couldn't I ..."

"Susan," she filled in for him. "I'm number one hundred fifteen ... and 
I'm sorry, the time's up."

"Do you have some other numbers to go along with your name ... like a 
telephone number?"

"I'm sorry, Sir ... that's against the rules. The only other numbers I 
can give you are: Thirty-eight, twenty-five, thirty-six!" She fielded 
his attempt to establish a liaison, easily, casually, and walking to 
the door, pushed the call-bell button signaling Linda Sloan at the 
front desk that she was finished; then with a friendly smile she went 
on, "You can leave your film with Miss Sloan as you go out."

The message was clear. He had been told in a thoroughly professional 
way that his time was up. Turning to leave reluctantly, he asked as he 
swung the door open, "If I decide to come back, again, is it possible 
to make an appointment, so I'll be sure to get you ..."

"Yes, Sir, it is," she assured him. "Miss Sloan will issue you an 
identity number."

"I see," he mused. "The customer's are protected, too!"

"Yes, Sir, Miss Sloan made up the system, and she insists that everyone 
be anonymous." She took the doorknob on the inside and began closing 
the door. Linda Sloan also didn't like for her models and their 
customers to spend any extra time in conversation.

Just then, Miss Sloan appeared in the hallway, meeting Susan's client 
as he came out the door. "I hope you've enjoyed your session with 
Susan, here at The Camera's Eye, Sir," she said, smoothly, escorting 
the gentleman along the hall toward the front office.

"Oh, yes ... very much ..."

Over her shoulder, Linda Sloan addressed Susan. "I have one more client 
for you, Dear ... then you can take your break."

"All right, Miss Sloan." She closed the door and waited for yet another 
stranger to come in for the purpose of taking nude pictures of her. 
Invariably, it seemed, they would be older men taking a voyeur's 
delight in the loveliness of her body. Some would be shy, only wanting 
to look and take pictures, barely saying anything to her. Others only 
wanted to talk, forgetting to take any pictures at all ... but there 
were others who made it clear that they were interested in her to the 
extent of making passes, fondling and caressing. Those men, of course, 
were asked to leave her alone. If they persisted ... she asked them to 
leave. Beyond that, a secret signal would bring Linda Sloan and one of 
the male models to her room, and the customer would be escorted to the 
street.

As she sat down on the mattress covered with a fake tiger's fur spread, 
Susan Merril thought about the strange way she was making extra money. 
It was better than being a Library Clerk at the University. The work 
was easy: All she had to do was pose nude for the voyeuristic clients. 
For this she was paid six dollars and fifty cents for each half-hour 
session, and most days she was only on hand for four or five hours.

She remembered how shocked her husband, Ron, had been when she had told 
him she had quit her job at the library to take this job at The 
Camera's Eye.

"Do you mean to say," Ron had asked with troubled brown eyes, "that 
you're going to strip naked so these kinky guys can photograph you 
...?"

"That's right, darling ... but it's strictly business. If the customers 
break the rules, out they go!"

"Look but don't touch, is that it?"

"Yes!" she answered. "Look, here's one of Miss Sloan's business cards."

He took the card and read: THE CAMERA'S EYE, Rent-a-model, Camera 
furnished, Film processed and printed, The studio choice of discerning 
lensmen.

"What happens if some guy tries to get funny with you ...?"

"There are some men working as models, too ... and they give them the 
heave-ho!"

"Hell! It's kinkier than I thought, then, if she's got Muscle Beach 
boys there, too!"

"I don't understand, Ron ...?"

"Well ... they must be there for the gay ones to take pictures of!" he 
explained. "Are there any Butch types come ...?"

"You mean women ... who ...?"

"Yeah, you know, Lesbians ...?"

"I don't know ...?"

"Well ... I wouldn't be surprised ..."

In the end, Susan had gone to work at The Camera's Eye, because she 
could earn more money there, it was necessary. If Ron were to finish up 
the work on his Doctorate, it was up to her to help him get it. Some of 
the grants in aid had been withdrawn from the University, and it was a 
hard decision for Ron and Susan to make. Her husband was already well 
into his course work, his Thesis subject selected and approved by The 
Graduate Committee, and he had begun the grueling research work. If he 
had to leave school, now, it would be harder to come back, later, to 
finish up the requirements for the degree. Susan volunteered to drop 
out of her own studies to go to work, but the job in the University 
Library just didn't pay enough, making it necessary for Ron to take 
time from his studies to earn living money. That was when Susan heard 
about The Camera's Eye. Her photogenic, blonde beauty and her lovely 
figure got her the job immediately.

It was a terribly frightened, nervous and apprehensive Susan Merril, 
who took off all of her clothing for the first time ... while a man, a 
total stranger, watched her with avid eyes, adjusted his camera, turned 
on the photo floodlights and began taking pictures of her naked 
loveliness. Some of the poses she had been asked to assume were, to say 
the least, obscene, but as time passed she became accustomed to being 
asked for certain poses.

... And, there was a certain excitement in it, too. She knew what some 
of the men were thinking. Their conversation, the words and gestures 
they used in getting her into positiom were highly descriptive ... and 
erotic. "Now, Baby ... I want you to put both hands down there ... on 
either side of your cunt ... and pull it apart for me ...!"

Or, another might tell her, "Roll your nipples in your fingers to get 
them hard ... then wet them with some saliva!" Yet another would order, 
"I want to get a shot of your chit ... while it's all nice and hard!" 
Or: "Shove a couple of your fingers in your cant ...!"

Once, after she had had a whole series of such lewd requests, 
especially one involving a huge dildo, a customer had brought along 
with him, she had complained to Linda Sloan, the owner, about it.

"As long as the customer doesn't touch you," Linda explained, "I've 
said that they can pose you any way they want!"

"... But ..." Susan didn't know exactly how to say it. She tried, "Some 
of them talk so filthy ... and when they ask me to do certain things 
... it makes me ..."

"Makes you what ...?" Linda's jade-green eyes questioned.

"Well ... they're talking about sex ... and wanting me to do things to 
myself ... and ..."

"And, you get all aroused ...?"

"Yes ... that's it ..." Susan breathed.

Linda Sloan smiled a secret, little smirk as she answered, "Most of the 
girls have reported things like that ... but I suppose the only thing 
you can do is get used to it. It seems to be a part of the picture. Of 
course ... if you want to quit ... it's up to you. I've got a whole 
drawer full of applications, so there's no problem in getting a 
replacement for you ..."

The meaning of Miss Sloan's dismissal of her complaint was very clear: 
Do what's asked ... or quit! Susan decided not to quit ... but she was 
also very sure that she'd never get used to being in a sexually, half-
aroused state during her working hours.

Then, as she sat there musing, the door to her studio opened and a 
short, stocky, gray-haired man walked in carrying a Polaroid color 
camera. Susan recognized him; the man had come to the Camera's Eye 
several times before this, and each time he had asked for Susan, number 
one hundred and fifteen. He also always rented one of the studio's 
cameras.

"Hello, there, Susan Baby!" he smiled broadly. "I'm back again!"

"Hello ..." Susan grinned shyly, not bothering to get up. She knew that 
this man wanted to take most of his pictures of her while she was lying 
down. Loosening the belt of her robe she began to pull it off. "What 
kind of poses do you want, today ...?"

From a brown, paper bag he removed several thin, silk scarves, light 
and diaphanous. "Here," he said, holding up one of the wisps of see-
through material, "I'd like to get some shots of you with these!"

"I'm really not much of a Salome ..." Susan remarked, kiddingly. Her 
wrapper was off, now, revealing her curvaceous body.

"You'll do ... until I find a better one," the customer told her, his 
hungry eyes sweeping over her luscious, naked body.

Linda drove their little, foreign car home from her afternoon's nude 
modeling stint at The Camera's Eye, feeling more than usual that state 
of being half sexually aroused. Having strange men's eyes devour her 
curvaceously nude body and knowing that later they would be enjoying 
seeing her, again, as they perused the prints or slides, perhaps 
showing them gloatingly to yet other strangers, their friends and 
associates, gave her a giddy feeling of awe and wonder that her body 
could excite men so very much; for excite them she did. She saw it in 
their eyes ... and in the throbbing bulges inside their pants, which 
for the most part they tried to conceal out of embarrassment or 
nervousness.

Of course, she was safe from any molestation, but the idea had crossed 
her mind as to what could happen ... if their were no restraints, the 
rules set down by Miss Sloan set aside, even for a little while. Ugh! 
It didn't take much imagination to know that the wishful desire in 
those men's eyes would be translated into action, almost instantly.

Her working hours as a Rent-a-Model were in the afternoon, designed to 
catch the business men on their long lunch hour. She was usually 
finished by five-thirty or six, so she could get home to cook a hot, 
nutritious dinner for Ron. When she had taken the job at The Camera's 
Eye, Ron had insisted that she not work any evening hours. It was just 
as well, too. There was a dangerous possibility that she might be 
followed home from work. Miss Sloan had agreed that it could happen, so 
Susan felt a little more secure driving home in the late afternoon and 
early evening hours. Even so, she had gotten into the habit of checking 
her rear-view mirror constantly and taking roundabout routes home. 
Actually, it was just a short drive up Wilshire Boulevard from the 
studio to their apartment near the University.

She found that Ron had already gone off to the library for the evening. 
The remains of his fast soup and sandwich dinner were on the kitchen 
table. An unreasonable annoyance overwhelmed her. Linda had asked her 
to take one extra client, this afternoon, and it had made her more than 
an half-hour late. Ron's fixing his own meal and leaving before she 
arrived home made her feel lonely and more than a little chagrined that 
she couldn't be there to do the wifely thing.

Lately, it seemed, they were seeing less and less of each other ... and 
it had been four nights, now ... since Ron had made love to her. That 
bothered her. Ron was only twenty-five ... almost twenty-six years old, 
and he didn't seem to have the sex drive that went along with his 
youth. He told her it was just temporary. His exacting research work 
was draining him of all his energies.

It's got to be tonight! She told herself over and over that it had to 
be so, hoping against hope that Ron wouldn't plead exhaustion, again, 
God, I couldn't stand to wait another night!

A startling thought raced into her brain like a bombshell: Could Ron be 
... seeing another woman? It might be a reason for his tiredness ... 
and lack of interest in me! She rejected the preposterous idea almost 
instantly. No! That couldn't be it! Ron and I are really in love with 
each other ... and he wouldn't do that ... any more than I would! God! 
I can't imagine having another man doing things to me!

She ached for him. All those lewd poses during the afternoon had been 
working in her, feeding on her mind and body. Her breasts and nipples 
tingled from exciting them to erection, and at least three of her 
clients had wanted to take close-ups of her loins, insisting that she 
expose her genitals completely. It's a disgusting way to make a living 
for us ... but the job pays more than any other I could get!

Quickly, she prepared her own evening meal, just a snack since she 
dared not put on any extra weight. She counted her calorie intake 
carefully, ever since she had been working at The Camera's Eye. Linda 
Sloan had made it clear that she didn't want any sloppy, overweight 
women working for her. It made sense, too. If anything, Susan's figure 
was even more alluring than it was before she became one of Linda's 
Rent-a-models.

After she had eaten, done the necessary household chores, she decided 
to shampoo her hair. Afterward, having dried her long, golden-blonde 
hair, she brushed it until it shone like burnished gold; then as time 
dragged, waiting for her husband to come home, she showered and put on 
a filmy nightgown. Propped up in bed with a popular novel, she read to 
pass away the time. The book was explicitly frank about sex, as many 
novels are these days, and she found herself reading the same words she 
heard each day at work. She, herself, never used those words; however, 
she recognized that there was little she could do to avoid hearing 
them. I wish Ron wasn't so vulgar ... sometimes! ... But then, she 
supposed most men were like that, and she'd just have to put up with 
it. She had already been through the stage of being shocked by them; 
now, she just tolerated that vocabulary.

It was a quarter past ten when Ron came home. He found his wife already 
in bed, and he dutifully and somewhat wearily gave her a quick peck of 
a kiss, disappearing quickly into the bathroom after a grunted, "Hi, 
darling ..."

Instinctively, Susan knew his mood, his bone-tired look, and she was 
sure that there was no hope for the sexual congress she wanted ... and 
needed ... But, there 's got to be some way I can get him interested 
enough to ... do it to me ... tonight! He didn't even notice me ... see 
that I had on my nicest nightgown. She looked down to assure herself 
that the contours of her lovely breasts were barely hidden by the 
bodice of the filmy, see-through garment. The irony of the situation 
wasn't entirely wasted on her, as she ruefully thought about the 
several strange men, who had viewed her naked body, their emotions 
charged with an unattainable desire for her, while she had posed for 
them, today ... yet her own husband had barely given her a second 
glance. She couldn't find it in her to laugh. It was too tragic, and 
she was desperate. What can I do? Would she have to seduce her own 
husband? Maybe that's it! I've got to make him want me ... even if he 
thinks he's too tired to do it!

She had never been that forward. It had always been enough for her to 
be there, in bed, clean, perfumed ... waiting; now, things had changed. 
Maybe she could change, too! Her mind raced planning what she would do 
... would have to do, if she were to get the tenderness of his kisses 
and the hardness of his penis filling her. God! I'll have to do it!

Tossing back the sheet, Susan pulled her nightgown up so that the hem 
was barely covering her loins, revealing the most of her softly tapered 
thighs; then, she arranged the front of it to reveal the deep cleft of 
the valley between her full-orbed breasts. She'd be ready for him, 
looking her most desirable, when he had finished his shower.

Abruptly, she heard the sound of the water stop, and she knew it would 
be only a few moments until Ron would be coming to bed. Her heart 
pounded with the excitement of what she was planning to do ... if he 
didn't show a proper interest in her.

Glowing deep in her belly, she felt the banked fires of her desire 
begin to flame into searing life, and above her breasts tingled as her 
nipples grew to erect vibrancy. I'm getting hot ... just thinking about 
it! Unconsciously, her tiny, cool hands cupped the pliant flesh of her 
mounding breasts, her palms feeling the hard buds of her nipples 
spiking out into them.

Ron came out of the bathroom, his longish, brown hair tousled and damp. 
He was dressed in his pajamas, and wordlessly, he looked at his wife, 
lying uncovered, her nightgown pulled up seductively ... invitingly, 
her hands still cupping her own breasts. His eyes were bleary from long 
hours of reading, and he was exhausted physically. He knew that the 
display of her legs and breasts were intended for him ... But God! A 
man's got to feel like it ... before he can really do anything! He 
switched off the light.

He could still see her in the glow of the bedside lamp, her eyes deep 
pools of troubled blue, "Ron ... aren't you even a little bit 
interested ... tonight ...?" she murmured.

"I'm pretty damned tired, darling ..." he told her.

"Could you get interested ... if I helped ...?"

"Hell! If I can't get it up ... there's not much action, and the way I 
feel right now ... I couldn't even get interested in Raquel Welch!" He 
padded toward the bed and sat down on his side, reaching for a 
cigarette to light.

"Ron, darling ... I just want you to ... to be interested in me ... 
right now, tonight!"

Steadfastly, he refused to look at her as he sucked smoke into his 
lungs and exhaled. "Why don't you just go to sleep and forget about it, 
tonight ..." he suggested, then promised, "maybe tomorrow night! I've 
got a lighter schedule, tomorrow, and I'll feel more rested."

With a boldness born of her desperate need, Susan scrambled felinely to 
her knees and whipped her nightgown off over her head. Tossing the wisp 
of a garment carelessly aside, she knee-walked across the bed, her arms 
going around Ron's shoulders. "Oh, Ron ... I can't wait!" she cried 
shamelessly, nuzzling into the back of his neck. "Don't you understand 
...?"

"... And, don't you understand? I'm tired ... and I want to get some 
sleep!" He tried to remove her arms, but now she was slipping her hand 
inside his pajama tops and running her palm down over the hairiness of 
his chest. He stayed her hand with his own, growling, "Stop it, Susan! 
It's no use!"

He stood to his feet, breaking her embrace, and as he turned, saw that 
she was completely naked.

Blushing from his rebuff, but determined that he would be aroused, she 
said, "Ron, darling ... I've never had to ask you ... before, but I am 
now ... Will you ... make love to me ... please?" It shamed her to ask 
him ... but she had to do it.

Her husband picked up her filmy nightgown and handed it to her 
wordlessly, a feeling of shame at his own temporary inadequacy flooding 
through him. God damn it! I can't help it! For the last three nights 
I've tried ... but my cock just lies there limp!

Taken aback with surprise and disappointment, Susan took her nightgown 
from him. "Do you mean ... you won't even try to ... do it.. ?" she 
asked, holding back scalding tears.

His eyes swept over all of the loveliness of her, and he knew he should 
feel something for her. Ordinarily, before the last several weeks of 
harder, more exacting work, his penis would have been at full erection, 
standing jackstaff straight and hard ... But, now he was only aware of 
a deep exhaustion that seemed to drain him.

"No, darling ..." he murmured. "It's no use ... I can't do anything!" 
It was a hard confession to make. He lay down on his side of the bed 
and rolled to his side, facing away from her. "Let's try to get some 
sleep ... okay ...?"

Susan told herself that she wouldn't cry. There has to be a way! Oh, 
God! I've just got to.. have it, tonight! She lay down beside him, 
curling her body in close to his, spoon-fashion, trying to understand 
what it must be like ... to be a man, dependent upon sexual performance 
or non-performance by the presence or absence of an erection. He must 
feel horrible about it!

"I love you, darling," she whispered into his ear, as her hand slid up 
over his hip and down into the waistband of his pajamas. She had never 
been this bold before, but of course, she had never had to be. Her 
tiny, hand rummaged for a moment or two in the hairiness of his abdomen 
before moving on down to grasp the limp length of his penis. With 
gentle sensuousness she caressed it, working the foreskin back and her 
fingers rubbing the cool head of it all around.

"Sue, honey ..." she heard him choke, "give it up ... and go to sleep!"

Nothing was happening. His penis lay soft in her hand ... and at this 
point she didn't have enough sophisticated knowledge about sex to know 
that ... if she used the right technique, her husband's cock would have 
been standing at erect attention within moments ... regardless of his 
pleadings of fatigue.

She was just on the verge of giving up, when an idea floated into her 
mind. That's it! Why didn't I think of it before!

Quickly, she was on her knees again and she was tugging at him, forcing 
her husband to turn over on his back.

"Ron, Ron ..." she urged. "Look at me! I want to show you some of the 
crazy, sexy things that a lot of the men are asking me to do ... so 
they can take pictures of me doing them ..."

He was on his back then, struggling to sit up. "I thought you were just 
posing nude ... not making with obscenity ... and porn!"

"Do you really think those lecherous old men ... just take art pictures 
...?" she countered.

A sudden jealousy seized him. Damn! Is there anything else going on 
...? He was sitting up now, gripping her by the shoulders and feeling 
the soft, satiny flesh cringe under his fingers. "What else are you 
doing down there? I thought they couldn't touch you?" Secretly, she was 
overjoyed; at least, her husband was jealous.

... And, maybe that's a good sign!

"Then, what the hell are you talking about?"

"The sexy things ... they've been asking me to do!"

"So ...?"

"I thought you'd like to know ..." She made her voice low and throaty.

"You know damned well I do!" Ron growled, his quick anger beginning to 
subside somewhat as the flashing idea that his wife might have been 
going the whole way toward posing for hard-core pornography ... with a 
man was dispelled. Then, he added, "Like what ...?"

"Let me go and I'll show you ... You do want me to show you ... don't 
you, darling ...?"

Releasing her, her husband leaned back against the headboard. "Yeah ... 
I'd like to see it ... because I'm thinking maybe you shouldn't be 
working in a joint like that!"

"It's not a joint, Ron! You can't compare it to a topless-bottomless 
beer bar. Those are real joints!" she defended.

"I suppose ..." he agreed, "but let's get on with it, now!" His 
curiosity was piqued. He had to know what had been going on in those 
little, individual and intimate studios at The Camera's Eye.

A pounding excitement made her a little nervous, but she was determined 
to carry out her little stratagem. She'd do almost anything, now, to 
arouse her husband, because there was a roaring inferno of desire 
consuming her loins. She had to get him ready!

"Well ...?" he urged.

"One thing they like for me to do is ... wet my lips and let my tongue 
stick out a little with my mouth open ... and pretend that I'm cumming 
..." She did it, illustrating the pose.

"That's not so bad ..."

Then ... I put saliva on my nipples and roll them between my fingers 
... like this!" It wasn't necessary as her nipples already coned out 
into erect sensitiveness. "They like me to cup my breasts in my hands 
... and point them right at the camera, too ..."

Her hands caressed the soft fullness of her breasts, offering them to 
her husband. "There's one thing about it, though. All these things 
really do make me all hot ... and ..."

"I should think they would ..." Ron agreed, as his eyes watched his 
wife's tiny hands massaging the pliant flesh of her own breasts. 
Suddenly, he felt it. There was a crawling, lifting sensation down 
there between his legs as his scrotum tightened, and a growing 
sensation of a tentative erection caused his penis to bulge up against 
the material of his pajamas. It surprised him. I'll be damned! My 
cock's getting hard! Unconsciously, his hand went down to it and 
covered it.

Susan saw the involuntary lurch of his penis inside his pajama bottoms 
and his hand go down to it caressingly. Then, she knew that there was 
hope for her ... for tonight.

She was going on now, explaining, "... And, that's why I'm being this 
way ... begging you ... doing all these crazy things, so you'll ... 
want to make love to me!"

"I didn't know ... darling ..." he stumbled, "but I'm ... really pretty 
tired ..."

He's trying to deny ... that he's working up some interest. I saw it 
... starting to get hard! She knew then that she'd have to go ahead 
with more of her lewd display.

"Don't I do anything ... for you ...?" she queried dismally.

"Well ..." he hedged. "Not really ... yet."

"... And, here's one of the things those old men really like!" Susan 
breathed.

She lay back, propping herself on her elbows, as she spread her legs 
wide to expose the whole of her luscious, coral-hued furrow to his 
surprised and rapidly hungering gaze. Her hands slid down over her hips 
to either side of her vaginal opening, and with sensuous fingers slowly 
parted the cuntal lips, edged sparsely with the curling golden down of 
her pubic hair. " ... And, then," she continued breathlessly, "while 
they come in to get a close-up ... they like for me to rub my clitoris 
... until it's all throbbing and hard ... like this ..."

Sensuously, her fingers rubbed and caressed the hardened bud of her 
clitoris, making it swell pulsingly even more as Ron's eyes locked onto 
the lewd spectacle of his lovely wife fingering herself to arousal.

"Damn!" he gasped. "You'll have to quit!"

"I can't darling ... We need the money ... remember?"

"But ... this is obscene!"

"It gets them all hot, too!" she murmured. "l can see the bulges in 
their pants that they try to hide from me ... just like you're doing 
right now!

Then, cat-like, his wife was back up on her knees, and she was tugging 
at the waistband of his pajamas, pulling them down to expose the 
rapidly hardening shaft of his massive cock.

Ron didn't object; he helped her to get them off, then quickly removed 
his tops, as she pulled his bottoms down over his hairy legs.

Before he could make a move toward her, her lithe, vibrantly aroused 
body was on top of him, her legs spreading then clamping together 
again, as she trapped the hard shaft of his prick between her thighs 
and forced it to lie log-like in the moist furrow of her heated cunt.

"There!" she exulted. "I knew you really weren't too tired!" Her lips 
came down to his, moist and open, wanting his kiss.

Her husband's strong arms went around her, crushing her to his chest 
and mashing the soft orbs of her breasts, as his tongue lashed into her 
mouth to probe and taste. "God!" she heard him murmur into her mouth, 
as his hips flexed upward against her.

Susan couldn't wait any longer. She was too ready ... too far gone, and 
she had waited far too long, already. Writhing from his arms, she 
straddled his hips, her tiny hand going down to grasp the thick length 
of his cock's shaft, and with unerring accuracy guided it to the moist 
warmth of her hungry cuntal mouth.

... Then, eyes already glazing with her built-up passion, she dropped 
her weight down on him, taking all of her husband's more than adequate 
cock deep within her vaginal sheath in one movement, his rock-hard 
cock-flesh ramming up into her vaginal passage to fill her completely 
and stretching her voracious opening cruelly with the force of her 
urgent absorption of him. She felt the blood-engorged head of his prick 
flick painfully past the neck of her womb, and she groaned aloud. 
"OOooooohhh!"

"AAaaauggh!" Ron yelped. "Take it easy!"

The unexpected pain she had caused him was replaced almost immediately 
with a burning desire for her, a desire he had thought impossible just 
moments before, when his fatigue had ousted all thoughts of sexual 
pleasure from his mind. Ron moaned aloud again, as he flexed his hips 
upward against her to drive the pulsing shaft of his cock farther up 
into her clinging cuntal sheath, feeling the silky softness of her 
moist passage and reveling in the feel of her as her pussy enveloped 
him with throbbing, searingly hot flesh, while above him, poised on 
hands and knees her body began to squirm and writhe uncontrollably.

"Oh, God ... Ron, darling! It feels soooooo good ... so hard and nice 
... up inside me!" she cooed, her voice choking throatily.

A strange wildness was in her then, as she began to move above him with 
an uninhibited abandon so unlike her usual self, her hips rotating 
around and around, while at the same time she rocked back against him 
to drive her demanding cunt up and down the rock-hardness of her 
husband's cock, absorbing all of his length and breadth deep up into 
the velvety softness of her with each plunging stroke.

The reversal of roles didn't bother her. She was much too interested in 
driving herself toward her already imminent orgasm. The freedom to 
move, to determine her own tempo, to fuck herself back against her 
husband's massive cock was an exhilarating feeling. It was almost as 
though she were raping him ... if such is possible for a woman to do, 
for she was single-minded in what she was doing. She had to cum ... and 
soon! Oh, God! The waiting is Over! Thank God! "Oh, Ron, darling ... I 
love you!" she moaned.

Like a bareback rider riding a bucking horse at a rodeo, Susan rode and 
fucked her husband her naked buttocks writhing and pounding against 
him, rising and falling undulantly, her breasts dancing rhythmically 
down against the hairiness of his chest, the nipples spiking into his 
flesh and her soft belly rubbing against his abdominal and pubic hair, 
as she leaned forward and down to take even more of him deeply up into 
her hotly absorbing cunt.

Her assault had been so fast and furious that Ron could only hold 
himself rigid, now, allowing her to move on him, fucking him ... 
fucking herself, as her moist, heated cuntal passage slid up and down 
his hardened, throbbing cock, completely out of control. He couldn't 
match her wild beat, so he merely raised his hips higher, offering her 
all of his length for her pleasure ... and his! Christ! She's fucking 
... like a mink! Somehow, he couldn't object to it ... even though he 
was in a completely unaccustomed position, on the bottom. Hell! The way 
she's going after it ... I'll be cumming ... in just a little while, 
too! The wild, uncontrolled pumping of her hips told him that his wife 
was almost ready to cum

With her breath rasping pantingly in her lungs, Susan rode her mount 
down a wild trail of sensation-packed wonderment, until suddenly, she 
knew that the trail had to end ... in her climax. Her ecstatic rapture 
knew no bounds as she spurred greedily toward that moment of pure joy 
that had been withheld from her for so many nights.

Ron Merril, beneath his wife, had finally found the countering rhythm 
of her headlong ride on his stiffened cock and rose to meet her 
churning loins down against him with forceful, upward thrusts of his 
own. Deep into her belly he drove his massively hardened cock, burying 
it farther up inside her clasping cunt than he had ever before, as she 
spread her knees wide on either side of his hips to absorb all of it to 
the last smallest fraction of an inch.

Suddenly, lightnings were flashing in her brain as the whole of her 
pent-up being was brought quiveringly to the brink of her release. 
Volcanic eruptions were there in her belly waiting to be exploded, 
shooting forth its molten metal to every part of her salaciously 
aroused body ... but she couldn't cum yet.

"Oh, My God! I'm almost ready to cum!"

"Come on, darling! Cum! Cum! CUM!" Ron encouraged, plunging upward into 
the moist smoothness of her demanding cuntal sheath.

"I can't ... cum ... yet! Oh, God! I can't cum!" she whined.

Then, with a desperate, final cunt-ramming motion, she forced his hard 
shaft deep, deep up into her. She felt it painfully nudging into the 
far back wall of her vagina ... and she was there! God! She came!

"AAAAAaaaaaooooouuuuuggggghhhhh!" she screamed. " IIIIImmmmm 
cuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnnggg! NOW! AAAAAaaaaaggggghhhhh!"

Eyes rolling sightlessly and uncontrollably, her face distorted with 
the intensity of her rapturous release, Susan folded at the hips and 
collapsed on top of her husband, spent both physically and emotionally. 
"Oh, OOOooohhh, that was beautiful, darling," she mumbled. "Just out of 
this world!"

... But Ron, now, was fully aroused, and he hadn't cum with her. It was 
his turn now! Several times he thrust up at her, but it wouldn't work. 
He could feel the clasping of her cunt's walls around the shaft of his 
aching cock; her dead weight and unmoving body wouldn't allow of a 
satisfactory copulation for him. "Christ! I've got to cum!" he grated.

Clasping her tightly to him, he rolled over until she was supine, her 
relaxed body lying under him. As he looked down at her, he saw that her 
eyes were closed, her face serene and happy.

Then, levering himself up over her on sturdy arms, his throbbing cock 
still in her, he began to fuck in and out of her moist, silky vaginal 
tunnel. Her legs flopped down flat on the bed, making an awkward angle 
for his slamming prick.

He had to have her in a better position. Reaching down, as he leaned 
back, he pulled her legs up by the knees, then as he moved forward, 
over her again, he draped them up over his shoulders. That's better!

Pressing her thighs back, until they were mashing down tight against 
her full-mounded breasts, Ron began pistoning in and out of her with a 
feral wildness he never could have imagined having just a few short 
minutes ago.

Susan's eyes opened and she looked up into her husband's lustful face, 
his eyes blazing with his desire as he pounded in and out of her.

... Then, she felt it; the unmistakable feeling of new arousal flooded 
through her. God! Could I cum ... again ...? Yes! She could! She knew 
she could!

... And, then, her arousal was complete, again. Her hips gyrated 
beneath her husband's jackhammering cock as delicious sensations 
flooded through her for the second time within moments.

Ron felt it begin for him. The searing burn of his pent-up sperm, as it 
beat against its fleshy dam, somewhere back there at the root of his 
cock, told him that he was going to cum ... soon. He redoubled his 
cunt-plumbing efforts, plunging deep into his wife's pussy like a 
maniac ... and suddenly, he was spewing his semen through the length of 
his prick to spurt from its slitted tip deep up inside the warm 
moistness of her vaginal passage. He grunted with animal satisfaction 
and sprawled on top of her, enjoying completely the feeling of ultimate 
joy in his spurting cock. "AAAaaaagggh!"

... But, his wife, Susan, straining under him to cum for a second time 
was dismayed, as he collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the 
mattress. Desperately, she ground her vibrantly trembling cunt up at 
his softening cock, moaning with her apprehension. Oh, God! I've got to 
... cum ... again!

With almost superhuman strength, then, she thrust her loins up at him 
... and she came! "AAAAAaaaaauuuuugggghhh!"

In the silence afterward there was only the sound of labored breathing, 
until Susan stirred beneath her husband and murmured in wonder, "I came 
... twice, darling! I came two times in a row!"

"Yeah," he whispered. "You practically exploded!"

"I was really hot ... all afternoon!"

"Because of those crazy poses ...?"

"Yes ... that's what I was trying to tell you ... remember?"

"We'll have to do something about that ..."

"What do you suggest ... short of my quitting the job?"

"Well, Honey ... it looks like I'm going to be getting a work-out 
pretty often doesn't it?"

"Yes ... if you're going to keep me satisfied!"

"I'll have to get more rest then ..."

He rolled to his side and looked at her profile. Damn! I'll have to do 
something different!

"Maybe you could ease up ... maybe drop one of your courses ..." Susan 
suggested.

"Yeah ... maybe that's what I'll have to do. I'll talk to the Graduate 
Dean tomorrow!" His eyes closed serenely, the fatigue and his deep 
satisfaction claiming him in blessed sleep.

Happily, Susan watched him. She was overjoyed that they had been able 
to work it out so easily. God! It would have been so easy for me ... to 
do something crazy ... like accepting one of those old men's lewd 
propositions!



Chapter 4


Ron Merril left the Graduate Dean's office feeling a sharp 
disappointment. The portly Dean, his hands folded serenely over his 
ample paunch, had steadfastly refused to allow Ron to drop even one of 
his grueling courses.

"After all, Mr. Merril, the requirements have been laid down, and any 
deviation from your planned work may delay you for an entire academic 
year."

"... But, it's important to me," Ron argued. "I just don't have enough 
time for myself."

"Ah, yes, but I suppose that's one of the sacrifices one must make." It 
was meaningless platitude.

"It could cost my marriage!" Ron blurted.

"Hmmm, I see ..." The Dean polished his glasses before going on, "Well, 
of course, marriage counseling is a little out of my line ... but I'm 
sure that any reasonable woman would make the adjustments ... and ..."

"We don't need a marriage counselor ... just some time that I can call 
my own!" Ron told him levelly. "That's why I want to drop a couple of 
courses, so I can spend a little more time with Susan!"

"I'm sure you understand the consequences if you don't follow the 
outlined course study. None of your courses can be waived, and I might 
point out that dropping courses could very well result in your dropping 
out of the Doctoral program altogether. That could be disastrous for 
your future ... and I might add that I feel you do have a brilliant 
academic future ahead of you. I would hate to see that future destroyed 
for you!"

"... But ... what about right now ...?"

"Well, Mr. Merril, in the long run, the decision must be yours. I could 
very well sign your petition for release from those courses, but I 
would feel strongly about it. I would recommend that you continue, just 
as you are!"

There was no shaking the man from his position, and Ron didn't want to 
jeopardize his attainment of his Doctor of Philosophy degree. He had no 
choice but to keep up the grind ... perhaps ease off a little, but 
there were still those exacting, time-consuming courses that he had to 
have completed by the end of the school year. Hell! The damned 
University is nothing but a factory ... and people like me are its 
product ... coming out all polished and ready for jobs that might not 
even exist by the time I get that damned degree!

He wondered whether it was worthwhile, as he reviewed the situation in 
his mind. His conclusion was in favor of getting the Doctorate, now. If 
I do have to drop out ... I may never be able to get back to it, again! 
... And, Susan and I will just have to work something out! She's right, 
of course ... that she couldn't make as much money anywhere else as she 
does at that Rent-a-model studio! We'll find some solution to the 
problem!

*  *  *

Ron's disappointment at not being able to reduce the grueling pace of 
his studies, if he were to attain his degree according to schedule was 
nothing compared to the horns of the emotional dilemma upon which Susan 
struggled.

"Don't you understand, darling," Ron tried to explain, "if I drop those 
courses, it'll extend everything for at least another year?"

Susan shared her husband's ambition. That's why she was so willing to 
help him ... but if she were to help by continuing her lewd posing at 
The Camera's Eye, there would always be the problem of her heightened 
sexual needs that Ron wouldn't be able to satisfy because of lack of 
time and drained energies. It was also certain that Ron couldn't remain 
in school if she didn't work at something. Clerking in a library 
certainly wouldn't make enough to support them. They both knew that, so 
Susan would have to keep working as a Rent-a-model. The problem just 
seemed to go in circles, always coming back to the same things, over 
and over.

"Okay, Ron ... I understand ... and I'll try not to be too demanding 
..." Oh, it's so mixed up ... so different from when we were first 
married ... and he scared me half to death ... wanting to do it all the 
time! I was sure then that he was some kind of a sex maniac! Now ... 
I'm the one who's worked up all the time ... and can't get enough of 
it! She wished that there was something else that she could do, that 
she had some other marketable skill she could exploit, such as being a 
secretary or sales clerk, but it was useless even to think about it. 
Her typing was horrible. She didn't know shorthand or filing, and she 
was terrified of selling things to people in a store.

... Then, a few nights later it happened. Susan discovered a partial 
answer. Ron had arrived home dead tired, as usual. He tumbled into bed 
and slept so soundly that she knew she would never be able to awaken 
him.

Disconsolately, she began her own preparations for bed, her body crying 
for a sexual release. No matter how hard she tried to ignore what the 
voyeuristic men wielding cameras in the studio said or asked her to do, 
there was still that sexiness there. It was in their eyes, the things 
they said and in the bulging erection in their pants. She trod a 
dangerous line, knowing that one slip, like giving one of them her 
address or telephone number, could result in something she didn't want 
... an affair with another man. Yet, how easy it would have been. She 
avoided the temptation like the plague. God! I couldn't do that! I just 
couldn't!

She was in the shower soaping herself, her hands running in unconscious 
sensuousness over her body, cupping and massaging her sensitive, 
tingling breasts, the nipples coming up hard in the palms of her hands 
and the glowing sensations seeming to spread and permeate her whole 
body to concentrate themselves in her loins.. And there's nothing I can 
do!

Or was there?

Today, the next to the last man, who had posed hers took out of his 
attache case a carefully wrapped object. "Do you know what's in here, 
Susan ...?" he asked, his eyes glowing with salacious desire for her.

"No ... not really ..." she had answered offhandedly.

"Look!" the middle-aged voyeur gloated, as he quickly unwrapped a huge, 
rubber dildo, looking closely at her to see her reaction to it.

"Oh!" she gasped involuntarily, her eyes widening.

"Do you know what this is?"

"Yes! It's a dildo ... and I'm not having any part of it!" It was the 
second time she had been confronted by a man wielding one of those 
things in his hand and wanting her to use it on herself. The last time, 
she had gone along with it, barely entering the head of the rubber 
penis into her vagina, but she had made up her mind- regardless of what 
the consequences might be with Miss Sloan-that she wouldn't ever do 
that again.

"... But, I thought you were supposed to pose any way I want you to 
...?"

"That's right! Anything but that!"

"Okay! I'll just have to ask for some other girl who will, then!" he 
exploded.

Susan knew that she couldn't afford a complaint from him; it could mean 
the loss of her job. "All right ..." she conceded, "I'll pose with it 
... any way you want me to, except actually ... putting it in ... 
okay?"

He had been mollified by her compromise, and the somewhat chubby, 
graying client had taken several pictures with her holding it in 
position against the mouth of her vagina ... even one shot of her 
kissing the head of that monstrous penis substitute. At least, he 
hadn't registered a complaint by asking for another model, and he had 
suggested that he'd probably be back, again, asking for her.

... Then, as she went on showering, her hands now running down over her 
hips and finally between her thighs, as she soaped and cleaned herself, 
her fingers caressed unconsciously the hardening bud of her clitoris. 
She gasped with the pleasurable sensations her fingers brought her ... 
and she remembered that enormous rubber penis she had held in her 
hands, the idea suddenly ricocheting around inside her skull that 
maybe---just maybe---something like that would help her to gain the 
sexual satisfaction she needed ... But, God ... it's so cold-blooded 
... just a kind of ... of self abuse!

If she had had that dildo in her hands right then, though, she probably 
would have used it ... because she found it so difficult to tear her 
hands away from her own genitals. Standing back away from the shower, 
she allowed the water to stream down onto her abdomen to rinse away the 
soap, her hand returning, again, to the short, hard bud at the top of 
her furrowed cunt. Before she knew what was happening to her, stop 
herself from doing it, she had reached an ecstatic level of sexual 
arousal, so far gone that there was only one thing she could do. With 
long, smooth strokes, her finger began to slide up and down along the 
right side of her clitoris, in a regular tempo, as she began to 
masturbate, knowing instinctively what she must do ... even though she 
had never done it before to completion. My God! What am I doing ... to 
myself? She knew ... really, but she couldn't stop. Nothing, at that 
point, could have made her stop it.

OOoooh! I've got to have something ... more! The something more she 
needed was a pounding cock in her cunt, but that was impossible. Ron 
was completely exhausted. Anyway, it was too late. Then, she slid her 
hand on down farther, a finger slipping into the moist warmth of her 
cunt's mouth. It felt so small and insignificant. She inserted a second 
finger, and the increased breadth of both fingers felt better, began to 
give her a sense of well-being; however, she needed the extra 
sensations her clitoris provided. Then, again, almost instinctively, 
she used her thumb, letting it slide up and down the quivering, length 
of her sensitive sex bud, while at the same time a third tiny finger 
joined the other two in the sheath of her vagina.

A sudden revealing to her of why some women would stoop to use one of 
those horrible-looking dildoes, was like a breath of fresh air to her 
troubled mind. God! Now, I know ... and if I had something ... right 
now ... I'd probably use it! For she knew then that she would 
masturbate herself to climax.

Faster and faster, her hand worked, as she finger-fucked herself, 
knowing only that the ecstatic rapture she was feeling would bring her 
the release from built up tension ... sexual tension of such intensity, 
that it could not be sublimated.

In her imagination, she felt herself lying under her husband, while his 
hard length plunged in and out of her soft, trembling cuntal sheath. It 
helped to imagine it that way. Somehow, it helped her to feel less 
guilty about it. Masturbation, she remembered being told when she was 
quite small was bad for you; although, it had never been explained just 
how it was supposed to be harmful. It would take a while for her to get 
over that idea, but for now, there was guilt in her. She'd have to live 
with it ... until when she was more enlightened, she would realize that 
it's really quite normal and natural for both men and women.

... And, then, in spite of guilt, the pleasure of what she was doing 
overwhelmed her, and she gave herself over to that joy completely, her 
hand moving faster, her fingers plunging deeper into the mouth of her 
cunt, until suddenly, her orgasm burst upon her convulsively. She 
moaned to herself, afraid to cry out with the ecstasy she felt for fear 
that she might awaken her husband.

OOOoooh! Oh!

It was a complete orgasm, leaving her satisfied physically; although 
mentally she was distraught, a rising disgust in her with what she had 
done spoiled it for her. She would never tell Ron about it, but if she 
had to do it to herself, again, she would make sure that her husband 
couldn't possibly find out ... suspect her of it. Susan wasn't sure 
what his reaction would be ... but she remembered his remarking one 
time that almost every man, especially as young teen-agers, masturbated 
... But, I'd just die ... if he found out! Somehow, she equated it with 
a kind of infidelity.

*  *  *

"Isn't there some way the rules could be changed ... just a little bit 
so that we wouldn't have to do those sexy things those old men ... want 
us to do ...?" Susan asked.

She was seated in Linda Sloan's private office, dressed only in the 
light wrapper she wore between customers. That same man, who had wanted 
her to pose with a dildo, had returned, again. This time he had brought 
in a special girdle constructed of shiny black leather, along with a 
pair of long, matching gloves and boots; then, when he had produced a 
leather whip from his attache case, Susan had been genuinely terrified. 
For an instant, she had thought he had meant to use it on her ... but 
instead he handed the horrible thing to her. It was part of the bizarre 
costume he wanted her to put on for him.

It was kinky, she knew, but again, she had gone along with him, donning 
the fetishistic clothing and allowing him to take pictures of her; 
however, when he begged her to use the whip on him, she balked.

"No!" she gasped. "I can't do something like that!"

"I'll pay you double what you ordinarily get!"

"No!" She had thrown the whip down and began taking off the leather 
garments. "Your time is up!"

Silently, he had packed up his cameras and the leather clothing, 
leaving without another word.

Linda Sloan regarded her with watchful, green eyes, reaching up to 
arrange a stray wisp of strawberry blonde hair.

"Susan, Honey ... we've already been over that, and I'm not going to 
change the rules!"

"Well ... how about perverted things ...?"

"Like what ...?"

Susan told her in detail about the chubby man and his dildoes, first; 
then, explained what had happened on his second visit, telling her 
about the black, leather garments and the whip.

"That's a different story ... and he went too far!" Linda blazed. "What 
time was he in there with you ...?"

Business-like, Miss Sloan jotted down the information Susan gave her. 
"It won't happen again, Honey! I'll make sure of that!"

"Thank you, Miss Sloan," Susan murmured, "but ... about those other 
things we were talking about ...?"

"There isn't much to talk about ... and I can't have special rules for 
you ... you know that!"

"Well ... I just wanted you to know ... It's causing a problem with my 
marriage ...?"

"How ...?"

"You remember ... I told you that all that sexy stuff they want ... 
makes me get aroused ...?"

"Yes ... I remember ..." Linda's eyes were interested now. Somehow, she 
divined what was coming next.

"My husband, Ron, is working toward his Doctorate at the University ... 
and he's so tired most of the time that ..." She found it difficult to 
say.

"... And, he's not ... taking care of you properly ...?" Linda's 
eyebrows arched, and there was a faint smile of anticipation curling 
the corners of her sensuous mouth.

"Yes ... that's it ..." Susan admitted, dropping her own eyes.

Miss Sloan was rising then and coming around her desk, her full-bodied, 
mature figure fetchingly dressed in a tailored pantsuit. She had known 
it would happen ... sooner or later, and she was happy to take 
advantage of a situation. Leaning back to sit easily and relaxed on the 
comer of her desk, she asked, "Does it get bad ... real bad ... to the 
point where you'd do almost anything to get your release ...?" Her 
voice was low, gently urgent.

"Yes ... it does! The other night, Ron was so bushed that I knew it was 
hopeless ... and I ... I ..." Susan stopped short; she hadn't intended 
to reveal any of the intimacies of her sex life, especially anything 
regarding her having had to masturbate, to get her release.

"You played with yourself ... so you could cum ...?"

"Y-Yes ..." Susan averted her eyes in embarrassment and shame, her 
cheeks coloring prettily with her blush.

"You did the right thing, of course ... but you're thinking that it's 
only your husband, who can give you satisfaction ... aren't you ...?" 
Linda asked, her eyes showing the deep undercurrent of her own desire.

"Why yes ..."

"That's nonsense, you know?!"

Susan's eyes darted up at her employer questioningly, unable to fathom 
the older woman's meaning.

"I don't understand? That's the main reason people get married!"

"You don't have to have a man ... to get real satisfaction!"

An inkling of Linda Sloan's argument, the point she was trying to make, 
came through dimly to Susan Merril, and she unconsciously drew her 
wrapper closer about her, as she struggled to her feet, knowing that 
she had to leave the office right then. My God! I think she's trying to 
suggest something! It was a preposterous idea that orbited in Susan's 
mind. No! I won 't have anything to do ... with ... THAT!

Felinely, Linda Sloan was there, almost pouncing on her with bared 
claws, as she came to stand in front of Susan, pushing her back into 
the chair.

"You do understand what I mean, don't you?" Linda hissed. "You're the 
most ravishing thing I've seen in a long time ... and I've been saving 
you for myself!" Her hands grasped the lapels of the light robe Susan 
wore and pulled it open to reveal the satiny flesh of her full-orbed 
breasts. "Beautiful!" ... Then, before Susan could recoil or make an 
objection, her employer's tiny hands were on them, caressing and 
massaging, her fingers, with the sure knowledge of another woman, 
rolling the pink buds of her nipples to almost instant, sensation-
producing erection. The younger blonde, knew that it was wrong ... but 
somehow she couldn't draw away ... couldn't cry out or make herself run 
away. It was as though she were mesmerized, rooted in place, in the 
chair ... and she could do nothing to stop it.

"Please ...?" Susan managed to choke. "I-I ... just couldn't ... do 
that!"

"How do you know ...?"

Not waiting for an answer, Linda was pulling at her, lifting her up and 
slipping the wrapper off. Carelessly she tossed the garment to the back 
of the chair and took Susan in her arms, her lips seeking for and 
finding the young wife's sensuous mouth, and her hands were busy, 
swarming over the voluptuous curves, feeling the soft, velvety skin of 
her smooth back and the pliant flesh of her buttocks, as she held her 
close and possessively.

Moments before, Susan couldn't have believed it was possible that a 
woman's hands and mouth would make her feel the way she did, at that 
instant in time, as she accepted the older woman's kiss, allowing 
Linda's tongue to snake into her mouth where it probed about 
searchingly, sexily. OOoooh! It feels so good ... but I can't let her 
go on ... like this!

... Then, Miss Sloan wasn't kissing her mouth; she had dipped her head 
downward to take a sensate, coned-out nipple into her mouth. As she 
sucked on it, Susan felt a sudden surging warmth begin to pervade her 
body, its glow seeming to concentrate in her quivering, white belly. 
Somehow, the tingling sensations down there, between her thighs, were 
singing a prelude to forbidden joys. God! I've got to stop her ... stop 
myself ... before it's too late!

... Suddenly, Susan steeled herself and drew back away from the lewdly 
salacious mouth that seemed to be draining her of moral sense ... 
driving her to distraction and toward a relationship she knew was 
perverted and so very wrong. It went against the grain of everything 
she had been brought up to value in life. "Please, Miss Sloan ... don't 
do that! My husband ... wouldn't like it ... if ..."

"Fuck your husband! He's not doing anything for you ... and I can ... 
and will!" Linda Sloan spat, her beautifully sensuous lips twisted with 
both passion and hate.

Never in her life had Susan heard a woman use that four-letter, obscene 
word. It sliced through her like a sharp knife, and she flushed crimson 
as her jaw gaped and her eyes widened.

Linda was leading her then unprotestingly toward the couch, her voice 
urgent, as she said, "I've been that route with men, already. They're 
always performing ... and expecting us to be their admiring audience 
... except that right now, your husband isn't doing anything for you 
... right ...?"

Dumbly, Susan nodded, as she sat down on the couch with the older 
woman, not knowing why she stayed when every fiber of her brain was 
telling her to flee. Linda went on, "... And, that's the trouble with 
men! Everything depends on their being able to get it up and keep it up 
... and without a hard-on there's nothing! Absolutely nothing!"

"... But, what do you want with me! Why are you doing ... all of this 
...?" Susan wailed.

"Because I want you ... want to make it with you, Baby ... and I 
guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

"But, I couldn't ... do it with ... you ...!"

"Why ...?"

"It's not the same as ... with Ron ... and besides it's so horribly 
wrong ...!"

"Is it? You may think so, now ... but you'll find out that love between 
two women can be something really beautiful!"

Susan moaned, as again, Linda Sloan's fingers began to trace teasingly 
the swelling contours of one of her luscious, alabaster-white breasts. 
Feebly she protested, "No ... please ...?"

"... And, I'll show you ...!" Miss Sloan promised.

Quickly, the green-eyed, strawberry blonde was on her feet and crossing 
to her office door to lock it; then, she pressed the intercom switch on 
her desk and told the receptionist-cashier on duty that she didn't want 
to be disturbed.

Now, turning her full attention on her young, naive model, she walked 
toward her stripping off her own clothing; jacket, blouse and bra 
coming off before she reached the couch.

Wide-eyed with apprehension and not a little fear of what might be 
happening next, Susan bolted from the couch, grabbing for her light 
robe, but at the same time, she couldn't keep her eyes from the other 
woman's breasts. Linda's full-mounded breasts were round, melon-like, 
high on her chest and close together, her velvety skin, white and 
translucent, the bluish, tracery of tiny veins giving them a depth of 
surface that was intriguing. Desperately, she tried to dodge past her 
employer, but she was trapped at the desk, as Linda's arms went around 
her, those fabulous breasts pressing in warmly against her own.

"OOooh ..." Susan began to protest, but it was stifled in her throat as 
Linda's soft lips captured her own, again; against her will, she felt 
herself forced back to the couch. No sooner had they arrived at the 
couch, again, than Linda reached out to it, released a lever on its 
backrest and converted it instantly into a bed. Then, Susan felt 
herself pushed down to lie flat on the soft mattress, unable to make 
another move to save herself from this lesbian seduction. Still 
standing, Linda slowly removed her slacks and panties, while her eyes 
raked the loveliness of Ron Merril's wife. Instinctively, she knew that 
the young girl wouldn't try to bolt now. She's ready for it! As her own 
panties came off over the generously full contours of her hips, she 
felt that moist warmth down there between her thighs telling her of her 
own readiness. Damn! I'm glad that I bided my time! It was worth it!

Self-lovingly, her hands roamed over her own body, cupping the fullness 
of her breasts, then gliding down across her belly and over her hips 
coming at last to the softly curling hair of her pubic mound, one of 
her fingers sliding down into the pink furrow of her pussy to feel the 
tingling spikiness of her hardened clitoris. She shivered delicately 
with the slashing, wildfire of sensations that charged through her 
ecstatic body. "Lovely!" she murmured to herself. At that moment, she 
was a very happy woman, as she embarked on yet another conquest.

... And then, as Linda started to lie down beside her, Susan was 
galvanized into action; she slid across the bed away from the other 
woman, her sensibilities still not allowing her to let it happen.

Her cry was strangled in her throat. "No! Please ...? Don't! Don't 
touch me ...!" She turned on her side, her back to Linda Sloan, and 
tried to slide off the bed.

But Linda's arms were around her, turning her and clamping her body 
tight to her own. Susan's smaller breasts were mashed in close to the 
soft fullness of the older woman's breasts, and when Miss Sloan kissed 
her this time, there was no denying her arousal. Uncontrollable 
lightnings were flashing in her belly, and as Linda's hands caressed 
her, she found herself responding, kissing back, her own hands feeling 
the soft curves of the other woman's body pressed so close to hers.

Their mouths were welded together, tongues moving intertwiningly, and 
below Susan felt the undulation of Linda's pelvis against her own 
searing pussy. It felt so good---and so naughty---to lie there so 
close, but Susan wondered: How? How do two women make love ...? She 
moaned, "Oh, OOOoooh, Please? I've never done anything ... like this 
before ..."

"Don't worry about a thing, Honey! I'll take care of you," Linda 
crooned.

Since their kiss of passion was broken anyway, Linda slithered down the 
younger woman's body, gently turning her to her back at the same time, 
her mouth busy kissing her breasts, causing forbidden sensations to 
race through Susan's fire-ravaged body. Uncontrollably, her hips began 
to grind in tiny circles under her. "Oh, God!" She moaned, helplessly.

Now, she felt her employer's avidly teasing mouth moving down through 
the narrow defile between her tingling breasts, down over her ribs, her 
quivering belly, the darting tongue swirling into her navel; then, warm 
and tiny female hands were parting her thighs, exposing her own furrow 
to the other woman's salacious eyes, the sparsely, golden hair lined 
lips trembling with both fear and anticipation.

Linda Sloan was between her legs then, and she was raising them by the 
knees, pushing them back until her thighs were mashing back against the 
full orbs of her softly pliant breasts. Those same, soft hands were 
caressing the satin-smooth skin of her inner thighs, while at the same 
time Linda's tantalizing lips were kissing her, moving ever toward the 
golden treasure chest between her shapely tapering thighs.

Knowing then what Miss Sloan intended to do, Susan moaned aloud again, 
her words unintelligible. Somehow, she had the idea that on the instant 
the other woman's tongue claimed her, she would be lost, transformed 
into some perverted being, but even so her expectant anticipation knew 
no bounds. She had to have it!.. But, even Ron ... hasn't ever done 
THAT to me! ... OOOoooh ... Goddddd!

It was there, then! Linda's probing, licking tongue, deliciously lovely 
and tantalizing was there ... on her hard, pulsing clitoris, sending 
the most intense, the sexiest sensations she had ever experienced to 
her overloaded brain.

... But, it was still so very wrong! At the same instant she was sent 
into ecstatic rapture, her mind rebelled, making one last attempt at 
rational thought. "No!" she cried. "N-NO! My God! NOOOoooooo!"

Miss Sloan's mouth paused for a moment, leaving her sensation-charged 
cunt undulantly wanting more. She was speaking, but Susan heard only 
dimly.

"Relax, Honey ... and let it happen!"

"... But, it's so wrong ... so very wrong!" Susan sobbed.

"All right ... you tell me what's right!" Linda demanded.

"My husband ... doing it to me!"

"You mean ... you've got a man's cock ... to make it right!"

"Only ... my husband's ...!"

"... But, if you had a cock inside you ... right now, it'd make a 
difference!"

"It would be ... better!"

"Okay, Baby ... I'll fix you up with a cock you'll never forget!" Linda 
told her, her eyes glowing with salacious lasciviousness" ... Then, 
afterward ... we'll do it my way, too!"

"I-I don't get what you mean ...?" Susan was confused.

"It's simple, baby! You want to be fucked with a cock ... so I'm going 
to do the honors!"

Quickly, Miss Sloan crawled off the converted couch-bed and padded to a 
closet door. Rolling back the sliding panel, she opened a built-in 
drawer and removed a box.

Susan couldn't see the contents, but when Linda came back toward the 
bed, her luscious figure undulating and exuding---sexiness, she saw 
that she held in her hand an enormous, life-like, rubber dildo.

Seeing the young woman's eyes widen with surprise, Linda queried, "How 
will this one do ...?"

"God! It's huge ... but you're not going to ...?"

"Yes! I'm going to use this on you! It's what you're asking for isn't 
it?"

"... But ..."

Then, in amazement, Susan Merril watched as her woman-lover stepped 
into an arrangement of heavy elastic bands that effectively strapped it 
into place over her hips, causing the rubber phallus to lance out from 
her loins in an almost realistic reproduction of a man's hardened cock. 
She saw that its rubber base was more or less flat and nestled in 
against Miss Sloans pussy, making it look as though it belonged there 
... But, there was a certain ludicrous look to it. The hard maleness of 
that artificial prick in contrast to the soft womanliness of Linda 
Sloan would have been laughable, except that Susan's need for sexual 
satisfaction was real. There was no time to consider the comedic 
aspects of it.

Now, Linda was squeezing a water-soluble jelly from a tube onto the 
shaft of that huge, substitute penis. Screwing the lid back on the tube 
of lubricant, her employer crawled back up on the bed and positioned 
herself, again, between Susan's legs, spreading the jelly along the 
enormous rubber prick.

The younger woman, lying on her back, waiting now for the moment when 
that massive dildo would enter her, remembered how she had envisioned 
the use of just such an instrument ... knew that she would have used it 
to gain her satisfaction ... if she had had one. Suddenly, it seemed as 
though it would be all right. It wouldn't make that much difference ... 
whether she were shoving the rubber contrivance into her own searing 
cunt, or having it thrust into her by Linda's flexing hips.

Unconsciously, she spread her thighs wider, expectantly, wanting it, 
now! Oh, God! This's wrong, too ... but not as wrong as what Linda 
wanted to ... do to me!

For a moment she had forgotten: There was a condition attached to what 
Miss Sloan was doing for her. Afterward! Oh, God! Afterward ... I'll 
still have to ... let her use her mouth on me ... down there!

... But right then, she couldn't think about that. It was in the 
future. For it was then she felt that huge substitute cock, as Linda 
guided it up and down her steaming furrow, rubbing it against her 
throbbing clitoris.

"Oh, OOOoooh, God! Put it inside me! Shove it in!" she begged, lifting 
her grinding hips up to it.

Susan could almost imagine that it was her husband, Ron's massively 
stiffened penis that was going into her, as Miss Sloan wedged her hips 
down between the young wife's legs and guided the surrogate cock 
straight into her receptive vagina, waiting tremblingly for it, there 
between her quivering thighs.

"Like that ...?" Linda asked, gazing down into the face of the girl she 
had pinned to the mattress.

"OOOooooaaauuughhh!" Susan moaned. "It'll tear me apart!"

As the dildo went into her cuntal sheath, Susan recoiled back and away 
from it, its great girth stretching her cunt's mouth cruelly. God! It 
feels almost like the real thing! It wasn't, of course. Even a hardened 
prick is somewhat flexible, and there is that special heated warmth of 
its blood-engorged length, its throbbing heartbeat, its vibrant 
aliveness, which was missing from the rubber reproduction; however, 
Susan closed her eyes, her imagination allowing her to believe that it 
was real ... that it was Ron's penis that clove her furrowed pussy so 
effectively.

Above her, then, Linda Sloan, began to flex her hips, imitating the 
fucking motions a man makes when he takes a woman sexually. She smiled 
her own secret smile of triumph. She could wait for a while, while the 
tender, young thing under her had her fun imagining that she was being 
fucked by her husband. Then ... I'll have my fun ... with her! It 
wouldn't be long, either. She's too far gone! ... Almost ready to pop!

Deep and hard, far up into her searing vaginal tunnel, Linda drove the 
rubber cock, while beneath her, moaning unceasingly, her hips 
undulating up against the thrusting dildo, fucking back wildly, Susan 
Merril was on a rocket-ride of unexpected sexual delights.

"Oh, God! Drive it hard ... and deep!" she whined pleadingly. 
"OOOoooohhh ..."

Her words were stopped by Miss Sloan's mouth. Greedily, she accepted 
the other woman's tongue, sucking and nibbling on it wantonly, as it 
surged in and out of her mouth in imitation of the artificial fucking 
action below. Spurred on by her imploring cry, Linda plunged the rubber 
cock in and out of the younger woman's cunt almost as wildly as a man 
might have done.

... And, it worked. The human genitalia can't distinguish between the 
real and the artificial. All it required is the proper stimulation, and 
the sex mechanism responds.

Susan's body responded wildly. Her eyes glazed and her breath was 
coming in labored pantings, now. In just a few moments, she knew that 
she would cum. God! It was going to be beautiful. Just as If Ron's hard 
penis ... were going in and out of ma!

Suddenly, she convulsed, her climax breaking over her like a rolling 
surf, her ecstatic body accepting it, reveling in it, enjoying every 
moment of its brief existence.

"AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!" she cried in rapturous joy. "IIIIImmmmmmm 
cuuuuummmmmmiiiinnnnngggg! Then in a full throated scream, as she 
thrust her hips up hard against that pistoning rubber cock, she 
released her pent-up sexual tension in blessed orgasm. "AAAAAaaaaauuuuu 
Myyyyy Goddddddddd!"

Waves of delightful euphoria washed over her, and the shudderings of 
her lovely body became less and less violent. Opening her eyes, she 
looked up into the cool, green depths of her employer's eyes that 
watched her closely, and she was aware of the soft fullness of Miss 
Sloan's breasts mashing down hard against her own mounding orbs, 
sprinkled now with the sweat of her passion.

"You really liked that ... didn't you ...?" Linda asked.

"OOooohh, yessss!" Susan panted. "It was ... almost like Ron was doing 
it ... to me!"

"Just wait until I show you how good it can be woman to woman!" Miss 
Sloan told her, rolling from on top of the younger woman to her side 
and slipping the dildo, with its elastic straps, down over the swelling 
curve of her hips.

Susan, still in the throes of her ecstatic release, turned her head to 
look weakly at her woman-lover, saying feebly, "Oh, let's wait ... I'm 
so relaxed ... and ..."

"No! We won't wait! I've already given you what you wanted! Now, it's 
my turn ... and anyway, you're so turned on you could cum a couple more 
times, without any effort at all!"

With swift expertness, Linda shifted her body's position; she straddled 
Susan's face, her thighs spread wide, her head coming down naturally in 
the classic soixant-neuf position over the young wife's still quivering 
loins.

Susan was suddenly looking up, startled, into the moist, coral-pink 
furrow of Miss Sloan's demanding pussy. It hung there only inches above 
her face tantalizingly, and she saw the sparse pubic hair surrounding 
it, reddish-blonde in color. Above her employer's clitoris was swollen 
and throbbing with desire, while below the puckered brown ring of her 
tiny anus seemed to wink lewdly at her. Linda's cunt's mouth was all 
moist with the viscous exudate from the walls of her vagina, and Susan 
could see the pulsing contractions just inside the opening. God! She 
wants me to ... to use my mouth on her!

A swivel-hipped wriggle brought Linda's pussy down against the young 
girl's face, as at the same time her mouth moved down to Susan's 
pulsating cunt below.

Susan felt like screaming, at first. She felt trapped ... almost as 
though she would suffocate, but then she felt the flicking tongue on 
her own quivering clitoris, so sensitive and ready for new action. A 
moan of surrender and delighted sensuality escaped from her mouth, and 
without thinking, wanting to do it, now, as repayment, she probed out 
with her tiny, pink tongue experimentally. Unerringly, her tongue's tip 
found the throbbing head of the miniature phallus and licked at it 
voraciously.

Dipping her searching tongue into the moist warmth of Miss Sloan's 
cunt-mouth, Susan discovered that its flavor was slightly pungent but 
not at all distasteful; then as she followed her woman-lover's lead, 
she became more bold, more dexterous in her sucking and licking. 
Linda's writhing hips down against her face and the labored breathing 
of the woman on top of her told the young wife that the other woman 
must be feeling the same things she felt ... and it was all so 
deliciously sensual, as her arousal became complete in a matter of 
moments, ascending from a plateau to the highlands of imminent orgasm 
dizzyingly. God! Don't let it stop ... ever!

Together, the two women mounted the heights of their ecstasy as tongues 
lashed and licked, hands roamed caressingly, and mouths gasped out 
little mewls and moans of mutual Joy.

Then, Susan was mumbling words up into the moistness of the other 
woman's cunt. "OOOOOoooohhh! It's so good! Don't stop! Don't ever stop 
... licking me ... like that!"

... And, voice muffled from down between her thighs she heard Linda 
moaning, "Oh, God ... Susan, Honey ... eat me good! Eat me ... 
gooooooooood!"

Mutually giving and receiving, limbs entertwined in the sixty-nine 
position, eating each other's cunts with licking, sucking mouth, their 
bodies' sexual tensions built beyond reason, as slashing sensations 
surged through them, the two women came to the apogee of sexual orgasm 
... together.

Susan felt it begin for her in the long shuddering convulsions that 
shivered through her body deliciously, the intense climax causing her 
legs and pelvis to jerk spasmodically as wave after wave of welcome 
release surged through her for the second time within a few minutes. It 
was a symphonic rhapsody of sensuality, leaving her satisfied and 
relaxed, and she didn't recognize her own voice screaming, "OOOoooh, My 
God! IIIImmm cuuuuuummmmmmiiiiiinnnnnggggg!"

Above her, at the same time, Linda ground her demanding cunt down into 
the young wife's face with wild abandon, her voice coming from down 
between her thighs, muffled, as from a great distance announcing the 
arrival of her moment of rapture. "Oh, OOoohh, OOOOOoooohhh! I'm going 
to ... cum! NOOOOOOoooooowwwwwww! AAAAAAaaaauuuuuggghh!"

Collapsing then, Miss Sloan rolled from her topmost position and 
reversed her direction felinely to stretch out beside her new, young 
conquest, clamping her soft mouth to Susan's in a long soul-kiss, 
holding her close until the last tiny spasms of her orgasm quivered 
through her body.

Susan kissed her back, her own arms going around the older woman to 
clamp their ecstatic bodies close together, and she tasted the essence 
of her loins remaining moistly on Linda's mouth. OOOOooooohhh, God! How 
could I have done it? A sharp, pang of conscience stabbed deep into her 
mind.

"That was just beautiful!" Linda murmured throatily. "Was it good for 
you, too ...?"

The kiss broken, now, Susan found it difficult to look into her 
employer's deep, green eyes. She turned her head away and admitted 
grudgingly, "Yes ... it was ... lovely ... but I've got to go home ... 
now!" She knew that it was long past the time when she should have left 
The Camera's Eye. Ron would be expecting her.

"Really ...?" Miss Sloan said languorously. "The party's just 
beginning. I've got this marvelous vibrator ... that'll just send you 
right up the walls!"

Susan struggled to sit up and slid her legs to the floor.

"I-I don't see how I can go on working for you ... now! I won't be back 
... tomorrow, or ever! Please mail my paycheck to me!" Susan said it 
with determination, standing to her feet and reaching for her light 
wrapper. She shrugged into it, turning to leave. I've got to get 
dressed ... and get out of here!

"You're one of my best ... one of my most popular models," Miss Sloan 
said placatingly. "I don't want you to quit ... because of some 
moralistic, Puritan garbage you've been handed. You liked it ... and 
you'll be back for more ... when you're ready!"

"No! I won't be back!"

" ... And, spoil all of your plans, you and your husband have made 
...?" Linda queried. "I doubt it! So, you can't quit ... yet!"

Susan stopped at the door. Oh, God! That's so true! Turning, she said 
seriously, "But ... I couldn't go on ... like this ... with you ...!"

"You don't have to ... I won't put any pressure on you ... but like I 
said, when you need it ... you'll be back, on your own, because it'll 
be good for you."

"I don't see how! It could ruin my marriage ..."

"Hogwash! You told me yourself that Ron wasn't able to keep you 
satisfied ... Don't you remember?" Linda chided, as she sat up on her 
converted couch-bed. "So ... maybe it could be good for your marriage!"

Susan thought about it. Somehow, she wasn't sure of the reasoning, but 
she was sure of one thing: She had been too hasty in her threat to quit 
her job.

"Well ... maybe I was too quick about wanting to quit, Miss Sloan ... 
If you want me to stay ..."

"Of course, I want you to stay with me!" Linda was on her feet now 
searching for her own clothing." ... And, why don't you start calling 
me Linda. I'd like that!"

"All right, Linda!"

Quickly, Susan hurned to the dressing room. She couldn't get home to 
Ron too quickly.

*  *  *

Ron Merril was pleased with himself. Quickly, he jotted down the 
figures and divided to get an average. His quarter grades had arrived 
in the mail, and as he looked at the cards he chortled: Well ... damn 
me! I've got an average of three point eight nine! Not bad at all!!

He decided right then not to attend his afternoon classes. I haven't 
cut a class in one hell of a long time! And for a change, he wasn't 
going to the library in the evening either! I'm just going to relax ... 
drink a couple of beers, and have one hell of a time in bed with Susan, 
tonight!

... And, right after they had eaten supper, he took his lovely wife in 
his arms to let her know he wanted her. She melted into his arms, 
offering her lips to him with a little moan of anticipation. She was 
hot and ready for him almost instantly, as her loins ground undulantly 
against his rising erection.

"Oh, hurry, darling! Hurry!" she urged him.

Then, stripping themselves quickly, they were in their bed, and Susan 
was exploding into orgasm under him, coming to climax three times 
before his spewing penis splashed his sperm far up into the clasping 
sheath of her demanding cunt.

"Christ! You're really hot, darling!" he grunted with satisfaction.

"Oh, it was out of this world, Ron, darling!" she choked. I needed to 
know you loved me!"

"You know I do!"

"Tell me ... again!"

"I love you, darling!"



Chapter 5


Gloatingly, Fred Holden looked through the sheaf of pictures, again, 
examining each one carefully and studying all of the sexy curies of the 
naked, blonde-haired woman, whose likeness he had snapped that 
afternoon. He had rented one of the Polaroid color cameras, and he told 
himself: Damn! Taking these was one hell of a lot of fun. I'll have to 
get a good camera of my own, and go back there to take some slides!

He went back to a shot, looking right up the lovely, tapering thighs of 
the girl, revealing the tight, little aperture of her cunt in vivid 
color. Christ! She can't be more than nineteen or twenty! ... And look 
at those tits! God damn ... I'd like to get next to something like 
that!

Chuckling to himself, Holden gathered up the pictures and carried them 
into the living room where Evelyn was sitting, reading a popular novel.

"Hey, Sweetheart ... I want to show you something ..."

Evelyn looked up and turned her book face down in her lap. Trying not 
to show her annoyance, she said, "You're breaking in on one of the 
sexiest parts ... you know ..."

"What is it you're reading ...?"

"Oh, it's a new best seller I picked up today. It's just loaded with 
all kinds of sex, with all the four-letter words."

"Well, let me show you something sexy!" he said, handing the pictures 
to his wife.

Quickly, Evelyn shuffled through the stack of photographs.

"She's a very lovely woman," she observed. "Aren't these Polaroid color 
prints?"

"Yeah ..."

"Then, you must have taken them yourself?"

"How right you are ... and it was damned good fun, too!" Fred chortled. 
"There's this new kind of place called The Camera's Eye where you rent 
a model for an half hour at a time. I rented the camera, too!"

"It sounds like they cater to voyeurs ..."

"Yeah ... I guess that's right. Pretty good pictures aren't they?"

"Yes ... but it's just looking isn't it? Why don't you have some real 
fun, for a change? There are at least five couples, right here in this 
apartment complex, who are real swingers ... and ..."

"Damn it! You're always wanting me to do something like that ... and 
I'm not going to! I get my kicks watching ...!"

"You're really afraid of it, aren't you? Afraid you couldn't perform 
...?"

"You know I can ... if I'm not under pressure ... but if some woman was 
trying to force herself on me ... well ... you know what happens ...?"

"It doesn't have to, Fred ..."

"Yeah ... but it does ...!"

"Have you ever tried to make it ... with another woman?"

"You know damned well I haven't!"

"Maybe you ought to try!" she told him levelly. "After I've done it 
with another man ... I always feel like I enjoy it more with you! I 
know that sounds crazy, but that's the way it works."

Fred still didn't like the idea of his wife's getting laid by other 
men-and women! It irked him no end, yet each time, Evelyn assured him 
that she loved only him ... that the other was just sex ... pure sex. 
There were no attachments and no commitments. He found it hard to 
believe.

"Well ... that's your bag!" he growled.

Evelyn wouldn't be sidetracked. "How about this cute little chick?" She 
looked at one of the pictures, again. "She's a sexy little thing! 
What's her name ...?"

"Susan ... Number one, one, five!"

"No last name? No telephone number ... or address ...?"

"That's against the rules of the place. The girls just have first names 
and numbers ..."

"I'll bet!" Evelyn laughed. "If you really wanted to get to know one of 
them ... you can be damned sure there's a way to get her address!"

"I don't know how ..."

"Why don't you try it?!" his wife challenged.

"Damn! I've never heard of a woman wanting her husband to go out 
tomcatting for a strange piece of ass!" he grunted.

"Well ... I suppose I'm not just an ordinary wife, then ..."

"Yeah, you can say that again!"

" ... Or maybe it's because I have so much fun getting balled by other 
men ... that I really want you to join in ... like I've said before."

"With that Holloway woman ...? No thank you!"

"I told you there were other couples. I'm sure you'd find somebody 
you'd like ... if you tried it!"

"Try it; you'll like it!" he parodied comically.

"... Or, we could join one of those swinging clubs ..."

"Again, no thank you, darling ..." he told her with finality.

Getting up, he took the sheaf of photographs from his wife's lap and 
went back into his study. He was irked by Evelyn's insistence that they 
start a swinging life together. Most men, he realized, would have 
jumped at the chance, but there was always that gnawing fear in the 
back of his mind that at the critical moment he might be impotent.

Idly, he went to the window and looked out and down toward the 
Pearsons' bedroom window. It was still early in the evening, and he 
didn't really expect to see anything going on down there; as a matter 
of fact, for the last three nights the drapes had been drawn. Come to 
think of it ... I haven't seen the guy around for the last three days, 
either ... and their car has been gone from the carport! Then, it 
dawned on him. Hell! He must be out of town ... and that means that 
luscious doll is there ... alone!

It was an intriguing idea to play around with, as he considered the 
possibilities. He was looking down into the unoccupied bedroom, the 
drapes standing open, tonight, revealing the bed and a portion of the 
room. Damn! I wonder if I could pull it off ...? He remembered some of 
his fantasies about the young wife he had watched so many times. Hell! 
He felt almost as if he knew her.

God damn! Just my luck! Nothing going on down there! Fred was just 
turning away, then he saw her come into the bedroom and sit down on the 
edge of the bed. She carried a large vanity mirror, the double-faced 
kind with a stand, one side of which magnified the image. Setting the 
mirror aside, the lovely blonde shrugged out of her filmy, frilly 
peignoir, and she was naked!

Instinctively, Holden drew back away from the window, switched off the 
lights in his study and dug out his binoculars from his desk drawer. 
Back at the window in a moment he excitedly focused the glasses on the 
young, tenderly naked wife on the bed in the apartment below. He 
watched as she cupped her high, mounding breasts in her tiny hands, and 
because of the magnification, he could see clearly the distended, pink 
nipples with their prettily wrinkled aureoles.

Then, she was lying down on the bed, propping her shoulders up with two 
pillows. It was not until she reached out for the mirror that he had 
any inkling of the use she intended for it. "Damn!" he breathed to 
himself. "I'll be damned!" He couldn't believe what he was seeing, yet 
it had to be true.

His binoculars were focused on the mirror, which the young, golden-
blonde wife had placed between her wide-spread thighs, and he could see 
as clearly as she what was happening. He saw the reflection of her 
hands and the whole of her furrowed pussy, looking upward along the 
smooth, satiny taper of her inner thighs, and her fingers were 
caressing lovingly the hardening bud of her clitoris. She was 
masturbating ... while watching herself do it in the mirror. Again, 
Holden gasped, "I'll be God damned!"

Instantly, below, he felt the pounding blood that raced through him 
being trapped in the shaft of his cock as it came to alert erection 
throbbingly, jerking out hard against the confinement of his trousers. 
She's playing with herself ... trying to get her jollies ... BECAUSE 
HER HUSBAND lSN'T THERE!

It hit him squarely between the eyes, then. So ... why the hell am I 
only watching her ...? Christ! It's a perfect set-up! She's all hot for 
it! No husband to take care of her ... and I'm up here just wishing I 
could fuck her!

There comes a time for direct action ... and Fred didn't hesitate. 
Christ! It's worth a try! He put his glasses away, went into the 
bedroom and put on a light sweater, not sure exactly how he was going 
to get into her apartment, yet. ... But, I'll think of something! I'll 
have to! I can't let this chance slip by me!

Going out through the living room, he mumbled to his wife, Evelyn, "I'm 
going out for a walk ..."

"All right, darling ... Don't be gone too long!" She said it 
automatically, barely looking up from her reading.

Fred went down the apartment steps two at a time, then dodging around 
his building he arrived at the front of the one next door, found the 
proper door and pushed the doorbell. He waited a moment and pressed it 
again. I'll wait! He visualized her possible annoyance at being 
disturbed ... jumping up from the bed and throwing on her peignoir to 
come to the door. Of course ... she might go ahead and play with 
herself, until she cums ... He discarded that idea and substituted: NO! 
She was just starting ...! She'll be here in just a second! He pushed 
the doorbell several times in succession, making it sound urgent. 
That'll get her here!

The door opened a tiny crack.

"Yes ...?"

"Telegram!" Fred said, knowing that it was completely unoriginal and 
might not work.

The young, golden-haired wife opened the door, her face was working 
with emotion. "God! Johnny!"

"Are you Mrs. Pearson ...?" Fred asked going through the door.

"Y-Yes ...?" she answered, the color draining from her cheeks as she 
saw that the man confronting her was empty-handed. "Wh-Where's the 
telegram ... you said ... you had for me?"

Quickly, Fred Holden closed the door behind him and stood there looking 
at her, his eyes raking over her svelte figure hungrily. "There's no 
telegram. That was just to get you to open the door!"

Now, real fear darted into her baby-blue eyes, as she realized that 
this stocky man could be a rapist ... or a burglar.

"Wh-What do you want ...?" she gasped, her hands going to her mouth as 
she stepped back into her living room.

Following her, Fred said, "I'd like to take care of you, Baby! I can do 
a better job than you can with your hand!"

She saw the pulsing bulge in his pants then, confirming her fears. "Get 
out of here!" she cried. "Before I call the police!"

"Now, don't get excited. I'm not going to hurt you. Your husband isn't 
here ... and you've got a real crying need for some fucking ... 
otherwise, you wouldn't be fingering yourself and watching in the 
mirror while you're doing it!"

Gasping aloud, the young wife stepped back another two steps. "How ... 
c-could you ... kn-know that ...?" Her eyes were wide with surprise and 
shame.

"Never mind how I know ... I do know ... and like I said before, I can 
take care of it for you ... if you'll cooperate ..."

"Get out! " she hissed. "I've never done anything like that ... to my 
... h-husband!"

"He wouldn't have to know ... would he ...? Anyway, I can be good for 
you ... if you'll let me?"

In two paces he was standing before her, his hands going out to the 
front of her frilly dressing gown to pull it open. Her nakedness under 
it was revealed to him, and he found her lovelier in the flesh than as 
an image in the magnification of his binoculars. "You're a very lovely 
woman!" he complimented ... "And, I can't bare to see you starved for 
love!"

Georgia Pearson stood rooted to the spot, petrified with fear. She 
wanted to cry out, scream for help, but she couldn't. Then his hands 
were caressing her already sensation-filled breasts, and she gasped 
with the exciting surge of arousal that flooded through her in spite of 
her terror.

Softly, she moaned, "Oh, please ... mister ... whoever you are, why 
don't you just leave ... and let me alone ...?"

Now, his arms were around her, underneath the peignoir, and his hands 
roamed over the satiny softness of her curvaceous body; then, he kissed 
her. She struggled against him for a moment before she melted into his 
arms and accepted his probing, tasting tongue in her mouth. Below, she 
plastered her hips against him, and he could feel the tiny, grinding 
undulations of her against him. Christ! He gloated: It's easy as apple 
pie! I'll have my cock in her Sucking her ... in about five minutes!

Fred Holden's feeling of triumph was short-lived!

There was the unmistakable sound of a key grating in the lock of the 
front door! Christ! It must be her husband!

Georgia tore herself from his arms and screamed. She did it for her 
husband's benefit ... because it would have been difficult for her to 
explain to him how sorely tempted she had been ... how close she had 
come to giving in to that temptation. The terrified scream was her out, 
a reason and an explanation.

Coming through the door, Johnny Pearson saw all that was happening at a 
glance. God damn! Some son-of-a-bitch's trying to rape Georgia! Her 
scream, the terrified look on her face, the way she was backing away 
from the man who confronted her, confirmed it for him.

"Hold it, right there!" Pearson yelled.

Whirling, Fred made for the door. Half-way there he collided with the 
hard fist Johnny Peason swung at him. It was a glancing blow, high on 
the cheek. It didn't stun him, and he kept right on running out the 
front door. Quickly, he ducked down the narrow alleyway between the 
buildings and made for the carport. Digging out his keys, he made for 
his own car, opened it and climbed into the backseat. He was scared 
witless. God damn it! That was close! Crouching down on the 
floorboards, he heard footsteps in the carport then in the alley behind 
the buildings. He didn't find me ... at least!  ... And, l don't think 
he got a good look at me!

Fred stayed there in the back of his car for another twenty minutes, 
until he was sure there was no further danger. While he sat there, he 
thought about what had transpired. One thing I know for sure ... that 
gal was ready to be laid! If her husband hadn't come in at the wrong 
time I'd have been into her! 1 suppose she didn't know he was coming 
home, either! He fingered the spot on his cheek where Pearson's fist 
had glanced off! Damn! I hope that isn't too bad! It'd be hard to 
explain!

Finally, Holden left his car and walked as nonchalantly as possible 
back to his own apartment. Evelyn, he discovered was in the bathroom 
taking a shower. Good! I'll see what damage I've got to my cheek!

In their bedroom, he looked into the mirror to examine the slight 
wound. There was only a scratch, and it looked as though there wouldn't 
be any bruising. "Lucky as hell!" he murmured to himself.

Then, in his study, he went to the window and looked down. The drapes 
in the apartment below were closed. "Well, that's that!" He made up his 
mind that he'd have to be less foolhardy in the future! That was a kind 
of dumb-assed trick! From now on ... I'll have to make damned sure what 
I'm doing ... plan it all out ahead of time!

Realizing that his wife, Evelyn, had been home all evening, gave him a 
new idea: Maybe I can make it with her ... tonight!

*  *  *

Johnny Pearson went back to his distraught wife after losing her 
attacker in the alley. He found her sobbing on their bed.

"Who was it ... do you know ...?" he asked, taking her into his arms 
tenderly.

"I-I don't know ... she sobbed. "I never saw him ... b-before!" It was 
a lie, of course; she had known that the man who had come boldly into 
their apartment was one of the tenants. She had seen him several times.

"Then, he doesn't live around here ...?"

"N-No!"

"That won't give the police much to go on!"

"The ... p-police ...?"

"Yes! He was trying to rape you ... wasn't he ...?"

"Y-Yes ..."

"Then, it's a police matter!"

"Oh, God!"

"What's wrong ... did he actually get to do anything to you ...?"

"No ... H-He just opened my robe ... and handled m-my breasts!"

"Is that all ...?"

"Y-Yes ... It was horrible!" Her body was wracked with heaving sobs.

"I'd better call the police, now!"

Covertly, Georgia Pearson watched her husband as he picked up the 
telephone and dialed. Oh, God! I was so close to it!



Chapter 6


It hadn't been entirely by accident that Fred Holden made a spot-check 
on The Camera's Eye account being handled by his company. He had seen 
the name in the long list of small business accounts, and since he had 
visited the place, taking those beautiful color shots of that luscious 
blonde, he had a natural curiosity about its finances. Twenty dollars 
for an half-hour session, plus the camera rental and the cost of the 
film, was a pretty good tab. Hell! The woman who runs the place must be 
making a bundle out of it!

About ten minutes of work showed him that there was something 
definitely wrong with the books. Part of his job was running spot-
checks like this, and it bothered him that somebody working under him 
would take such chances. He knew, also, that if anything went wrong, 
his own job could be in jeopardy. He called in the junior accountant, 
who had been servicing the account for Miss Sloan.

"Damn it, Leon, if an IRS man ever went over this, he'd hang everybody 
in sight!"

"What do you mean, Mr. Holden ...?"

"Look! After about five minutes of checking, I knew there was something 
fishy ... and in ten minutes I found where the smell was coming from!" 
Fred explained. "There must be two sets of books!"

"That's impossible!"

"It's got to be! I've been out there myself. I know how many studios 
she has, the number of models working there ... and business is 
booming. The figures in this audit don't even begin to add up to what 
Miss Sloan's taking out of the place ... and I figure you must be 
helping her to cover it up!"

"Well ..." Leon Canfield fidgeted. "She's got heavy overhead expenses 
... and ..."

"That's crap, Leon, and you know it!" Holden exploded. "What's in it 
for you ... to make false audits like this?"

Canfield knew he'd been caught. He'd expected it for some time. Looking 
at the floor, he mumbled, "Nothing ... She's not paying me anything!"

"It isn't money ...?" Fred had been sure that that was the answer. 
"Then, what in hell is it that would make you stick your neck out like 
this ... not to mention mine and the company's?"

"Well ... it's kind of a deal between Miss Sloan and me ..."

"What kind of a deal, Canfield?" Fred was becoming exasperated with the 
man's evasiveness.

"It's kind of ... well, you know ... personal ..."

"With her?" Fred barked. "You've got something going with her ...?"

"No ... not with her!" Leon admitted. "If you knew her, you'd know that 
that's out! She goes for other women ..."

Christ! The answer he was fishing for had been too obvious. "Then ... 
it must be women? Those models working there ...?" Fred queried.

"Yeah ... that's it," Canfield mumbled. "Linda feeds me names, 
addresses and telephone numbers ..."

"Is that all ...?"

"No ... She makes sure the girls are ... well, you know cooperative!"

"How does she do that?"

"Oh, she's got ways ... and they don't balk ..."

"... So ... you get to lay almost any one of them you want?"

"Just about ..."

In a way Fred couldn't blame Leon Canfield for what he was doing; it 
was just that he hadn't been careful in the method of covering up. 
Damn! A real smart accountant could have come up with better ways of 
making her books look good ... even to the IRS!

"Under the circumstances ... I'm going to have to take this account 
away from you!" Fred told him. "It stinks ... and it's going to have to 
be done, again ... before somebody gets wise, and we both lose our 
jobs!"

"You mean ... you're going to let me off the hook, Mr. Holden?" Leon's 
bland face broke into a semblance- of a grin.

"Yeah ... Yeah, I think that's the best thing. I'll take care of it ... 
after I go out there and have a nice long talk with Miss Sloan!"

The junior accountant left the office and Fred's mind raced, figuring 
some angles. Hell! I just might be able to make it work ... for me!

Picking up the telephone Fred called The Camera's Eye, and made an 
appointment with Miss Linda Sloan, owner and operator of the Rent-a-
model studio; then, he leaned back in his comfortable swivel chair and 
thought it all out.

An hour later he was seated across the desk from the green-eyed, 
strawberry-blonde woman with the striking figure, fore-armed with the 
knowledge that she was a lesbian and therefore not fair game. It would 
be more like making a deal with another man, he decided, for he was 
sure that she was a shrewd one, when it came to business matters.

"Canfield's out!" Holden told her flatly.

"I'm not sure I understand ...?"

"He was doing a cover-up job for you ... one that was done so badly, it 
could have been smelled a mile away!" Fred explained. "As a matter of 
fact, he was too stupid to do it right!"

"I don't know what you're talking about ..."

"Your books ... and certain favors in exchange for trying to make your 
books look good!"

"Then, you found out ...?"

"Yes! In about five minutes!"

"... And, what do you want ... Mr. Holden ...?" Her green eyes surveyed 
him shrewdly, knowing that he was after something. "Can you do a better 
job than Leon ...?"

"Damned right I can ... and since he's out of the picture, I'll just 
take over where he's leaving off!"

"Such as ...?"

"Well ... let's start with the full name, address and telephone number 
for Susan, number one - one - five!"

"... And, what if I refuse to deal with you ...?"

"I could have an IRS man here in about an hour! He'd want to see all of 
your books for the past two or three years ..." Fred smiled at her 
crookedly. "And, I suppose that I wouldn't have to tell you what the 
results of that would be ...?"

"You're bluffing ...!?"

"Like hell!" He reached for the telephone on her desk.

Miss Sloan's cool, well-manicured hand stopped him. "Wait!" she said. 
"Maybe we can talk about it ..."

"Okay! Let's talk!" Holden growled. "The first thing we do is cancel 
your account with my company! I'll take your account in my private 
practice at home ... and I'll be able to fix you up with an audit 
that's fool-proof!"

"You're sure!"

"Positive!"

"All right, Mr. Holden ... you've got yourself a deal!"

"Okay ... call my boss and cancel your service! "

"Right now?"

"Right now!" he told her firmly. "They'll want it in writing, but start 
the ball rolling with the phone call!"

"... And after that ...?"

"I'd like to have the information on Susan!"

"I can't give it to you, now," Linda Sloan said. "I'll have to have a 
day ... to make sure she'll ... cooperate!"

"Why ...?"

"She's married ... and she's one of those who've never been a part of 
Leon Canfield's little scheme!"

"Then, he never got to her ...?"

"That's right ... Mr. Holden," she smiled. "I never let him talk me 
into it! She's kind of special ..."

"Keeping her for yourself ...?" Fred guessed.

"I was ... but that was just changed by our agreement. I won't hold out 
on you!"

"That's kind of you ..." It was a sarcastic tone he used. "... And, 
tomorrow afternoon ... after I've got what I want ... we'll start 
fixing up your books ... okay ...?"

"All right ... and I suppose after Susan, you'll be wanting more of the 
same ...?"

"You're right! Aren't there enough of them to go around ... for both of 
us ...?"

"Yes ... I suppose so ... but in the case of this sweet, little thing 
... I sort of hate to do what I have to do to her ... to set her up for 
you!" Linda frowned.

"I didn't know you cared. It's just business isn't it?"

"Yes ... I guess so ... Just business ..."

"... And, business is good ... isn't it, Miss Sloan?" Fred jabbed.

*  *  *

Susan's lower lip trembled with fear and indignation. She was in Linda 
Sloan's office, because her employer had called her in to talk to her. 
"Why ... these pictures are ... horrible!" she cried. "I-I didn't think 
you'd ..."

"Do this to you?" Miss Sloan asked. "I have to!"

Susan's eyes queried her mutely.

"There's a man ... who knows about something I've done, something that 
if it were known could ..." Linda paused, trying to phrase it just the 
right way. "I could go to prison ... if it were known!"

"He's blackmailing you ...?"

"Yes, if that's what you want to call it ..." Linda admitted, "but he 
wants you! ... So, I've got to do what he says ... by giving him your 
name and address ... and making sure that you cooperate with him!"

"You mean he wants to ...?"

"To fuck you!" Linda finished indelicately.

"Oh, God! No!" Susan gasped.

"I'm afraid it's true! That's why I have to show you these pictures and 
tell you ... that if you don't ball him ... I'll have to go to your 
husband ... or at least make sure that he gets a set of them! It could 
ruin your marriage ... you know!"

"... So ... you're blackmailing me ... to protect yourself?" Susan 
flared, seeing it all clearly, and hating this woman, who planned to 
use her in such a despicable way.

"Yes ... That's the way it is!"

Susan looked at the vivid color pictures on Miss Sloan's desk, again, 
her insides churning, as she saw that her face was clearly recognizable 
in almost every one of them ... and all of the photos showed in great 
detail exactly what was happening.

Linda and Susan's naked bodies were depicted writhing on the couch, 
kissing. breast fondling, then there was that horrible dildo strapped 
about Linda's hips, as she drove it deep up into Susan's tenderly 
receptive cunt. Finally, there was a whole sequence of pictures showing 
them as they performed mutual cunnilingus. Oh, My God! They're 
horrible!

"I'm going too ... quit!"

"Suit yourself, Honey ... but it won't change anything at all! This man 
wants you ... and you alone! If he doesn't get what he bargained for 
... he'll blow the whistle on me!" Miss Sloan told her, being as hard-
boiled as she had to be.

"What have you done ... to get into such a fix ...?"

"I can't tell you that!"

"Is this man ... somebody who's been a client ...?"

"Yes ... I'm sure he has!" " ... And, I have to ... to ..."

"Only if you don't want your husband to know ... about us!"

"There isn't any way ... I can keep from ... doing it ...?" Susan 
sobbed.

"No way!" Miss Sloan assured her grimly. "No way ... at all!"



Chapter 7


The next day as Fred Holden had worked on the books for The Camera's 
Eye with Linda Sloan, he had queried her concerning Susan.

"She's all set-up for you ... just like I promised ..." Miss Sloan told 
him.

"And ... she knows what she's in for ...?"

"Yes ... damn it! She's a big girl!"

"How did you do it ...?"

"I just threatened to show her husband some damaging pictures ..."

"Let me see them!" Fred ordered.

"That's not part of our bargain!"

"It is now! Let me see them!"

Reluctantly, Linda got the envelopes from her safe and gave it to him. 
"They're pictures of Susan and me ... together."

"Great!" Fred removed the photos from the brown envelope and shuffled 
through them. "Yeah! These are great! I'll just use these myself!"

"No, you don't!" Linda flared. "How do I know you won't use them ... 
against me!"

"Don't worry about that ... as long as I get what I want!"

"Okay ... you can have half of them!"

"All right!" Fred agreed. "... And just in case she balks ... I'll use 
these to jog her memory!"

*  *  *

Fred gloated, "I've got it all worked out, Evelyn ... and it's sure-
fire to get me into the sack with that little blonde, Susan Merril---
that's her name - and I've got her address ... out near the University.

His wife looked at the photographs he showed her. "And you say that 
she's married ...?"

"Yeah, that's right, darling," Fred affirmed. "Her husband's a graduate 
student ..."

Evelyn looked up at him with a new appreciation for his 
resourcefulness, glad that he was doing something that would perhaps 
lead him into her swinging world.

"There's only one point you've overlooked, Fred ..." she suggested.

"Yeah ...? What's that ...?"

"Well ... since she's married, you forgot to include me in a piece of 
the action ... with her husband."

"You're still trying to get me into that group sex thing ... aren't you 
...?"

"You haven't tried it, yet ..."

"And, I'm not going to!" Fred told his wife firmly.

"You're missing the time of your life ..."

"Maybe ... But, I'm going to make it with that sexy little blonde, all 
by myself!"

"Yes ... she is sexy!" Evelyn agreed, looking through the photographs, 
again. "She must be really turned on!"

"I hope so!"

"When are you going to try to lay her, darling ...?"

"Tonight ...!" Fred said with a grin. "While her husband's studying at 
the library."

"What's his name ...?"

"Ron, I think ..."

"That's a nice name. Is he nice ... too?"

"I wouldn't know, damn it!" Fred growled. "And, don't go thinking you 
can get next to him, either. I understand he's not taking care of his 
wife very well ... in bed ..."

"How do you know that ...?"

"Linda told me!"

"That's very interesting ..."

"I told you to stop thinking about getting anything going with her 
husband!"

"I wouldn't think of it, darling ..." Evelyn told him.

... But, she did do some thinking about it; as a matter of fact, after 
she had thought about it, she took some direct action. Evelyn had never 
gone through her husband's things before, but the situation called for 
a little gentle larceny. All she wanted was one of the most revealing 
of those photos in the envelope ... along with the address for Mr. and 
Mrs. Ronald Merril. She found the address in his notebook, while her 
husband was busily shaving and showering. Getting the picture was easy, 
too ... and she took her time in choosing exactly the right one.

*  *  *

Susan Merril was absolutely miserable. Gamely, she hid it from Ron, but 
she knew there was nothing she could do to avoid the situation. She was 
going to be forced into an adulteress' role, in order to save her 
marriage, for she was convinced that if Ron ever saw those pictures of 
her in lesbian embrace with her employer, Linda Sloan, he'd abandon 
her. Somehow, in her own mind, it was more damning than if she were 
being blackmailed for having made it with another man. At least Ron 
might be able to understand that ... but for him to think that I'd 
become ... that I'd be like Miss Sloan, too ... God! I don't know what 
he'd think ... but I know he wouldn't want to have anything to do with 
me ... again!

In spite of her determination not to go back to The Camera's Eye, she 
felt she had to ... until she found another job. All morning long, she 
spent in following up employment leads from the newspaper ads, but 
there were no jobs for which she could qualify ... or which she felt 
she could perform.

So, feeling trapped, she reported for work as usual.

Miss Sloan checked her in for her regular afternoon schedule, asking 
laconically, "I thought you wouldn't be back ...?"

"I wish I didn't have to come back!" Susan told her coldly.

There was a great deal more Susan would have liked to tell her 
employer, but the cold fury in her wouldn't allow her to stay in the 
woman's presence any longer than she had to. "And, as soon as I find 
something else ... I won't be back except to collect those negatives!"

*  *  *

"Now, what is it that's so important, Mrs. Holden ...?" Ron smiled. He 
was feeling both flattered and annoyed; flattered because such a lovely 
woman had come looking for him at the University library and annoyed 
because of having to waste the time to talk to her.

"Just call me Evelyn, and I'll call you Ron ... okay?"

"Okay, now tell me whatever it is you've got in mind ..."

"How about ordering a beer for me ...?"

"Okay ...?"

He called the waitress over and ordered two bottles of beer. They were 
in a little place very near the University, frequented mostly by 
students.

"Why don't you tell me about yourself ...?" she queried for a 
beginning.

"There's not much to tell. I'm just grinding away at the books, hoping 
to get a Doctorate one of these days ..."

Their beer arrived. Ron drank healthily while Evelyn sipped at hers.

"... And, what about your wife, Susan ...?"

"Do you know her ...?" Ron questioned, taking another opportunity to 
let his eyes roam over her, liking her black-haired, hazel-eyed beauty 
and judging that she was perhaps only a year or two older than himself. 
Nice! Yes! He decided; she was definitely quite a woman. ... But, what 
in hell does she want ...?

"No ... I don't know her, really ... but I do know that she works as a 
Rent-a-model at The Camera's Eye Studio," Evelyn told him. "... And, 
I've seen some pictures of her ... that were taken there ..." Then, 
with a tiny, lewd smile, she lowered her voice and added, "Some very 
revealing ... and obscene pictures ... I should add!"

For a moment, Ron had the idea that she was a little kinky, so he 
asked, "Who took them ...?"

"My husband did!"

That's a relief! He grinned back at her, now, thinking he could put an 
end to their conversation and get back to his books. "If it bothers you 
... that your husband took some crotch-shots of my wife ... you can 
stop worrying! I know all about the kind of pictures she's asked to 
pose for ... and I'm damned grateful to her for working in a place like 
that, because she's helping me to get my degree!" He picked up his 
glass of beer and took a long, sucking drink of it. Setting the glass 
down he added, "I hope that puts your mind at rest. Any other problems 
are yours ... and your husband's!" He started to get up. "Goodnight, 
Evelyn. I've got to get back to the library!"

"Before you leave, Ron ... maybe you should hear the rest of what I 
have to tell you ... and show you!" Evelyn suggested coolly, refusing 
to be dismissed.

Ron, only half out of his seat, sat down again, looked inquiringly at 
her and queried, "You've got something to show me ...?"

"Yes! Something I'm sure you'll be interested in!"

"What is it?"

"A photo!"

"Let me see it, then!"

"After I tell you what's happening, okay?"

"Okay! What's happening?"

"All right! Here goes! My husband, Fred, is mixed up, somehow, with 
that woman who runs The Camera's Eye. I don't understand what it's all 
about ... but he has some kind of hold over her ..."

"So what's that got to do with Susan?"

"Everything! He's gotten your address ... and he's probably at your 
apartment, right now ... laying your wife!"

"Do you really expect me to believe that?" Ron growled. "Anyway ... the 
models are supposed to be protected from things like that! ... So, how 
in hell could he get our address in in the first place ...?"

"I told you! Fred's blackmailing her boss, Linda Sloan!"

"... So, even if he does have our address ... and assuming he does go 
there, I know that Susan wouldn't have anything to do with another 
man!"

"Oh, but she will! When Fred gets here ... she's going to let him lay 
her ... because she's being blackmailed into it by Miss Sloan!" Evelyn 
repeated herself.

"That's impossible!" Ran flared, jumping to his feet. "... But, just in 
case there's anything to this, I'm going to go home and check out your 
story!"

"It's not impossible, Ron! Here! Take a look at this!" Evelyn dug the 
photograph from her handbag and handed it to him. "There's the reason, 
she'll let Fred do it ... because she doesn't want you to know what's 
really been happening at The Camera's Eye!"

Ron's eyes filled with instant rage as he saw his wife's likeness, her 
face distorted with ecstatic passion, eyes closed, as her tongue licked 
upward cuttingly along the short, hardened length of another woman's 
clitoris. His anger was directed at himself almost as much as against 
Susan, for he realized that if he were taking care of her sexual needs 
properly there would be no need for such things to happen ... But, he 
was angry and hurt, hurt because she had stooped to getting her 
satisfaction from another woman. It was a monstrous blow to his 
manhood.

"I'll be God damned!" Ron spat. "Where'd you get this?"

"Out of my husband's pocket!"

"... And, he's using pictures like this ... to force her into letting 
him ...?" He stopped, unable to express himself except in vulgar terms.

"Fuck her!" Evelyn hissed in a tight, little whisper barely audible to 
him.

Tucking the picture hastily into his jacket pocket, he turned to leave 
the beer bar. "Goodnight, Mrs. Holden! I'm grateful ... and much 
obliged to you, for letting me know!"

"Wait, Ron!" Evelyn was on her feet, also, as he turned to face her, 
annoyed that he was being delayed again.

"Well ...?"

"Aren't you forgetting something ...?" she asked. "Aren't you 
forgetting that it's my husband ... who's involved ... with your wife?"

"I suppose I did, for a moment! ... So?" he growled.

"So, let's go together!" Evelyn Holden suggested. "We can go in my car 
... and get there faster than you could walking!"

Ron hesitated a moment before answering, "Okay! I guess it'd be better 
if we both were there ..."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world!" she murmured. "I've wanted to catch 
him ... at something like this, for a long time!"

"Then, let's go!" Ron was impatient. God damn! I've got to find out ... 
for sure!

*  *  *

Susan Merril was almost a nervous wreck. All afternoon, she had had the 
apprehensive feeling that any one of the men who had posed her for 
pictures could have been the unknown man, who would be making love to 
her, forcing her into adultery ... because of her one indiscretion ... 
And, the worst of it is ... that it's because of my being with a woman 
... instead of a man! In a way she almost wished it had been because of 
another man. At least ... it wouldn't seem so ... kinky!

Finally, her working stint dragged to a close. It had seemed to her as 
though eons of time had elapsed since she had reluctantly reported for 
work. Then, she had been irritable with Ron, snapping at him for the 
slightest reason, while all the time her heart ached to tell him of the 
mess she was in, wanting to creep into the protection of his arms and 
tell the outside world to go away and leave them in peace, but that was 
impossible, of course. How could I tell him ... explain it so he'd 
understand ...? God ... there isn't anything I can do! It would just 
have to happen! She resigned herself to it.

At about eight fifteen the telephone rang.

"H-Hello ...?" Susan said tentatively into the mouthpiece, her dread 
leaden in her.

"Susan ...? Susan Merril ...?" A voice she almost recognized murmured 
in her ear.

"Yes ...?"

"You should be expecting me. Linda Sloan is a mutual friend of ours 
..."

"It's you ... the man, who ..."

"Yes! I'll be at your place in five minutes. Is your husband gone?"

"Y-Yes ... He's at the library ... studying ..."

"Good! You might as well get ready for me!" Fred Holden told her. "I 
want you to be wearing just a dressing gown ... so we won't have to 
waste any time!"

"God ... Mr. ... whatever your name is ... isn't there any other way 
... I can ..."

"No way, Baby! ... And, you can call me Fred ... okay?"

"All right ..." She was glad, somehow, she could now attach a name to 
this unknown man.

"I'll be there in five minutes!"

The phone went dead and she replaced it in its cradle numbly, staring 
at the instrument as if it were a deadly snake. Oh, My God! It's really 
going to happen! Going into her bedroom, then, she took off all of her 
clothing and slipped into her wispy, see-through nightgown, pulling a 
frilly peignoir over it. As she caught sight of her lovely body in the 
mirror she was revulsed by its very beauty; its curvaceous lines and 
full-breasted lusciousness were the curse that had brought about all 
her present troubles, and she wished fervently at that moment that some 
good fairy would turn her into an old hag, so very ugly that the man, 
who would arrive momentarily, wouldn't want to touch her ... But, of 
course, Susan wasn't living a fairy-tale. This was reality, and the 
reality was frightening.

The doorbell rang!

Leaden feet, which she had to force to carry her, took her to the door. 
Tremblingly she opened it and saw that it was a man who had posed her 
at The Camera's Eye. He had rented a camera she remembered ... And, he 
was nervous ... and wanted to take close-ups ... up between my legs!

"I'm Fred!" Holden smiled, his eyes raping her already.

"Come in ..." Susan said woodenly, her voice dull and flat as she 
shamefacedly turned away, unable to face him.

"You don't seem very happy to see me!" Holden observed, walking in and 
closing the door behind him.

"Should I be ...?"

"We're going to have one hell of a time together, so you might as well 
perk up!" he said, coming in behind her, his arms encircling her and 
his hands finding the soft pliancy of her mounding breasts.

"Maybe you will ... but I-l ... can't ..."

"You will!" he told her. "You will!" His hands caressed and massaged 
the full orbs of her breasts, and he marveled at the silky feel of them 
through the thin material of her peignoir, as he ground his pelvis into 
the full moons of her protruding buttocks below.

Feeling absolutely miserable, Susan writhed from his embrace and headed 
resolutely for the bedroom, determined that if this horrible thing had 
to be played out, the sooner it was over and done with the better.

Holden followed her, his avid eyes devouring her luscious figure as it 
moved sensually under the wispy garments she wore. He had expected her 
to object, but her seemingly full acceptance of the situation made him 
gloat with pleasure. Damn! I've really hit on something! Momentarily, 
his mind moved over the possibilities, the number of women he could 
have this way ... if he played all the angles the right way.

Removing her peignoir Susan sat down on the edge of the bed in her 
nightgown. It was strange, but she could still feel his hands on her 
breasts; they tingled with a glowing warmth, and her nipples were 
becoming hard and sensitively erect. God! She didn't want that! Before 
he had arrived, she had told herself over and over again that she would 
not become involved ... that she wouldn't feel anything. I'll just let 
him have his fun ... and get rid of him ... just as fast as I can! 
Somehow, she imagined that was the way a professional would do it! ... 
Then, she was appalled at the comparison she had made, but there was an 
element of truth in it. I won't be any better than ... one of them! The 
unspoken word raced maddeningly through her mind. Whore! Whore! Whore!

"Do you want m-me to take my nightgown off ... too ...?" she asked, 
already reaching for the hem of it.

"Yeah! I'll help you, Baby!"

He tossed the nightgown aside as it came off over her head, his eyes 
raking over her body, remembering every svelte curve of her. "I knew I 
had to have you ... the first time I saw you!" he choked. "You're 
beautiful!" Then, he was lifting her up to her feet, his arms going 
around her, pulling her close, and his mouth sought hers.

His kiss she accepted numbly, even allowing his tongue to snake 
sinuously into her mouth, as his warm hands roamed at will over her 
body, while below she felt the huge bulge of his erection grinding into 
her naked loins. She tried not to think ... But even as she tried to 
make her mind blank, accepting blindly the foregone fact that this man, 
Fred, would have his way with her, entering her, shooting his sperm 
deep into her white belly, she couldn't still the vibrant sexuality of 
her body. Perversely, she felt the building glow in her loins.

Then, she felt him pushing her back and down onto the bed until she was 
lying supine across it, he following to lie on top of her still kissing 
her hungrily, and not realizing what she was doing, Susan found herself 
kissing him back, her tongue licking out to flick at his lips, then 
finally lashing out to insinuate itself between his teeth and into his 
mouth.

Relaxing above her, Fred rolled to his side and grunted, "Let's lie 
straight in the bed!" He kicked off his shoes, as she scrambled to the 
center of the bed. Then, lying beside her, recapturing her lips, again, 
his hand roamed exploringly, down over her ribs and along the outside 
of her long, white, tapering thigh, back up the satiny inner-sides of 
her upper thigh to the angle of her loins, where he massaged sensuously 
at the golden mound of her pubic hair, a finger sliding easily down 
into the coral-hued furrow to find the pulsingly erect bud of her 
clitoris. Damn! She's getting hot ... already!

Then, he broke the deep kiss, his mouth going down to the spiked-out 
cone of a tingling nipple to lick and suck, taking the whole pap as 
well as the areola into his voracious mouth.

Ecstatic sensations were being generated in her breasts. They spread 
warmly through her, racing cavortingly in wave after delicious wave of 
melding sensuality. God! What's happening to me ...? Please ... don't 
let me l-like it ...!

A moan of anguish escaped her lips, as she felt his lips on her nipple 
form a tight circle and he began to move it alternately in and out of 
his mouth by sucking and blowing. It felt so good ... so unbearably 
good that she couldn't stand it, for suddenly, it was as though a 
bellows had puffed across the glowing passion in her to fan the tiny 
spark into a raging inferno of desire. The flames seemed to consume her 
loins, and she felt the moistness, warm and viscid, down there between 
the inner, still tightly closed petals of her cunt. Desperately, she 
clamped her thighs together in an attempt to deny the unmistakable 
sensations to herself, but against her will, her hips began to inscribe 
minute circles under her, as she undulated up against his tantalizing 
finger. She couldn't help it ... couldn't control it; her hips moved in 
the ancient beat of animal sex, as old as man, and inside her chest her 
heart beat a savage accompaniment, like the drumbeats of primitive 
fertility rites.

Fred Holden felt the undulation of her hips, and as his finger dipped 
lower to slip into the moist mouth of her pussy, he knew that she was 
ready for him. He had been determined that he would not actually force 
her, give her any idea that she was being raped, and he was glad. He 
wanted her to be wanting it, begging for it before he shoved his aching 
cock into her. Then I'll fuck her silly!

Crawling off the bed, Holden began to strip off his clothing; jacket, 
shirt, tie, trousers, undershirt and sock all falling in a careless 
heap on the floor around him, while his eyes remained steadily on her. 
Finally, he was down to his boxer shorts, and with one smooth movement 
he snaked them down over his hips to release his throbbing erection.

It stood out long and thick from his loins, spearing out menacingly to 
Susan Merril's awestricken gaze. Her involuntary gasp of surprise and 
wonder mixed with not a little fear, made him chuckle aloud.

"How do you like that ...?" He was secretly proud of the fact that his 
stiffened cock stood ready for use. Too many times he had been 
humiliated by its adamant limpness. Now! God damn it! I know there's 
nothing wrong with me!

Susan looked up into his face startled and fearful, but her eyes swept 
back down instantly to the manly display below. God! It's so much 
longer and thicker than Ron's! She struggled to sit up! "It's ... 
horrible! It's ... too b-big!"

His hands were on her shoulders pushing her back down onto the soft 
mattress, as he crawled up on the bed to kneel beside her. "What's the 
matter, Baby ... a married woman like you must've seen a cock before 
... but maybe not one like mine ...eh ...?" He grinned crookedly down 
at her and added, "Just wait until I've got it in you ... fucking you! 
You'll know you've been fucked, then!"

Second thoughts, coming almost too late, began to flood through Susan 
Merril's mind, as she felt his hands sliding up the outside of her 
thighs, over the fullness of her curving hips, where he rummaged in the 
golden down of her pubic hair for a moment before snaking them down 
between her thighs and beginning to press them apart. At that moment 
she was more aware of her nakedness than ever before, as she looked up 
into Fred's lust-filled eyes ... the eyes of a man, almost a stranger-
she didn't even know his last name, yet-who was not her husband! A 
blush of shame and humiliation flushed her cheeks, as the full 
realization of what was about to happen came to her in a rush. My God! 
I can't really go through with it!

"N-No!" she moaned. "NO! I've changed my mind! I'd just as soon tell my 
husband the truth ... about me and Linda!"

"Don't be stupid! You've already gone too far ... because I've got to 
fuck you now ... no matter what!" His strong hands levered her legs 
apart, and he looked down at the tender, pink slit of her cunt that 
he'd wanted to fuck ever since that first time he had taken pictures of 
her. Futilely, she struggled to keep her thighs together, and tears 
brimmed up to overflow her eyes as she pleaded with him.

"Oh, please? Don't! Don't make me be untrue to my husband!"

"It's too late, Baby!" Holden grunted.

"... But, I-I ..." Her further protest was stifled in her mouth as he 
came down on top of her, cradling himself between her fear-quivering 
legs, his mouth capturing hers in a savage, lip-mashing, tongue-probing 
kiss. Meanwhile his hands swarmed over her caressing and massaging, 
kneading the soft curves of her body, causing her to keen with unwanted 
but delicious sensations of yet more arousal ... and below the rock-
hard shaft of his warmly throbbing cock lay tight along the sensation-
ridden furrow of her pussy ... rubbing her hardened clitoris 
tantalizingly as he ground his hips sexily against her.

... Then, he was moving, breaking the kiss, his body slithering down 
hers, his mouth kissing and licking, as he insinuated himself lower and 
lower, paying homage to each of her breasts, pausing for a moment to 
suck on each sensate nipple, then moving on down to the white plane of 
her belly, his tongue dipping teasingly into the shallow dimple of her 
navel before moving on down ... down ... and down ...

There was no doubt in her mind as to what he intended to do. Oh, God! 
If he ever starts ... licking me ... th-there ... I'll never be able to 
stop! It was true! Linda Sloan's educated tongue had taught her the 
pure delight of cunnilingus ... and she knew her own explosive reaction 
to it. Then, Fred was there his face brushing against the golden 
sporran of her pubic mound, and it was just a matter of split-seconds 
until his mouth would be licking and sucking at her desperately wanting 
cunt.

"Oh, God, Fred! Don't do THAT ... to m-me ...!"

"Come on, Susan, Baby, who're you trying to kid? This's what really 
turns you on ... and you know it!" Fred grunted.

With a gloating grin of anticipation and triumph, he lifted her legs by 
the knees, pushing them back toward her chest and levering her thighs 
wide apart to expose the pink furrow of her cunt to his lewdly gazing 
eyes. He looked down to see her moisture bedewed inner petals flowering 
open slightly to expose the tight mouth of her vagina, the tender, 
coral flesh of the lining showing glistening and throbbing just inside 
the portal. Above, nestled in its own fleshy little valley, the short, 
pulsing length of her hardened clitoris peeped out at him, surrounded 
by the sparse ring of spun-gold pubic hair, while below, brownish, 
puckered crinklingly, was the nether portal of her anus, staring 
unwinkingly back at him.

"What a luscious, tight, little cunt!" Holden gloated, a look of pure 
animal lust contorting his face.

Ineffectually, she tried to close her legs to thwart him, but the 
pressure of his palms on the satiny inner sides of her white, smoothly 
tapered thighs was too great. Feeling the flood of humiliation and 
shame at the naked exposure of her loins to him, and the realization 
that she could do nothing to stop him caused her to groan aloud in her 
misery, as she watched his face with mounting horror, mixed with her 
own perverse anticipation of what was coming. "OOOOOooohhhh! My God!"

With determined deciveness Fred Holden placed his thumbs on either side 
of the soft fleshy lips of her cunt and slowly spread them far apart, 
baring the innermost, pinkly tender flesh of her vaginal opening to his 
lust-inflamed eyes.

Susan whimpered audibly, as she raised her head to look down the valley 
between the mounds of her tingling breasts to see his face dipping 
downward toward the unprotected and helpless-to-resist, exposed flesh 
of her most secret and intimate womanliness, and she begged him with 
her tear-brimmed eyes not to make her an adulteress.

Her breath was stilled in her throat, as she heard his grunt of 
animalistic passion and saw his head descend the last inch, felt the 
hot vapor of his breath, just before his warm, sensuous lips touched 
the open mouth of her cunt and the moist length of his long, sinuously 
curling tongue slid into her expectant vaginal passage to probe and 
taste the inside of her cuntal mouth ... and she recoiled 
automatically, her hips grinding down into the soft mattress to escape. 
OOooooohhh! God! It's really happening!

... And suddenly, she wanted it to happen. All of her resistance fled, 
and there was nothing but beautifully delicious sensations charging 
electrically through her.

"OOOoooh! OOOOOooooaaaauuuggghhh!" she moaned mewlingly. Damn you, 
Linda Sloan! God damn you ... to hell and back!



Chapter 8


"Can we look in your bedroom ... to make sure, first?" Evelyn countered 
Ron's statement about wanting to burst in and catch his wife in the 
act.

"I don't know. The windows are kind of high in the bedroom ...!" he 
told her. "But maybe I could get something to stand on ..."

Walking softly, they stole up to the window, Ron carrying a folding 
aluminum chais lounge chair, which he placed on the ground and gingerly 
stood up on to test its stability. The added height brought his eyes up 
above the sill, and he could see directly into his and Susan's bedroom. 
Up to that instant, he was willing to disbelieve Evelyn Holden's story 
... but as the scene on the bed burned into his brain, he knew that it 
was true ... every word of it!

"I'll be a son-of-a-bitch!" he hissed. "She's letting him eat her cunt 
... and she's never even let me do that!"

Evelyn was standing beside him now, gazing through the slight gap in 
the drapes. She saw her husband, Fred, his face buried down between 
Ron's wife's softly tapered thighs, and she knew exactly what the young 
wife was feeling. Down between her own thighs, she felt the warming 
fires of her arousal, the viscid moisture bedewing the opening of her 
vagina, and she hoped that her strategy would work to get the young 
husband aroused and ready to the point where he would have to take her 
sexually. He's virile ... and handsome!

"... And, she really likes it, too ... doesn't she ...?" Evelyn 
observed in a murmured whisper close to his ear.

"Yeah ... just like she did with her boss, Miss Sloan!" Ron said 
acidly. "Christ! I ought to go in there and bash both their heads in!"

"All women like it ... like that!" Evelyn whispered.

"... Then, how is it, she's never let me do it to her ...?"

"Maybe she didn't know ... until ..."

"Until that lesbian ... taught her ...?"

"Yes ..." Fred's wife breathed. "... And, I suppose she's never sucked 
you ... either ...?"

"No! God damn it!"

Evelyn's free hand went down into the young husband's pocket. Ron felt 
it and looked over at her quizzically, asking, "What the hell ...?"

Down among the change in his pants pocket, her fingers went exploring 
to find the fast-hardening shaft of his cock, feeling it throb to erect 
life as she fondled it through the cloth.

"Just checking ..." she smiled up at him, "to see what effect that 
little scene on the bed ... is having on you!"

Ron was shocked as her fingers inside his pocket caressed the pulsing 
length of his stiffening prick. It was totally unexpected. "What are 
you doing that for ...?"

"To see whether you're interested ..."

"... In you ...?" he gasped. "You mean ...?"

"Well ... my husband's in there ... making it with your wife ... so 
...?" she smiled at him impishly.

"... And you want me ... to ..."

"Fuck me!" she finished for him, the four letter obscenity rolling off 
her tongue lewdly, as she gave his now hardened cock a meaningful 
squeeze.

"Hell! That doesn't make sense!"

"It'd serve them both right ... especially if we let them catch us ... 
too!"

Ron's massive erection jerked involuntarily against her hand in his 
pocket. "I'm beginning to see ..." he whispered. Then, she was taking 
her hand out of his pocket and stepping down to the ground in front of 
him. With sure, knowing hands, Fred's wife reached out for the zipper 
of his pants fly, found the tab and pulled it down, the metallic sound 
loud in the heavy night air. "... And, I'll start taking care of you 
... right now!" she murmured, as her hand, smooth, white and dainty, 
dipped into his opened fly to bring forth his lancing cock.

He looked down at her where she stood, holding the massive shaft of his 
prick in her hand, felt the wash of the cool air over it, followed by 
the heat of her breath, as she unhesitatingly leaned forward to kiss 
the sensitive throbbing head, then, working the loose foreskin back, 
she smiled up at him and asked, "With a lovely monster cock like this 
... how is it you can't keep your wife satisfied ...?"

His heart was beating a rapid tattoo in his chest, as he realized that 
she intended to suck his cock, but her two-edged question, a compliment 
and a criticism, cut him to the quick. Looking in at the scene of his 
wife and Evelyn's husband on the bed, he saw the contorted look of 
passion on his wife, Susan's face, as her hands groped down to the 
sandy hair of Fred Holden's head, her finger entangling in it to pull 
his mouth in tighter to her heated and demanding cunt.

"I guess it's because I'm too tired ... most of the time!" he whispered 
sourly.

"... Are you too tired, now ... Ron, darling ...?" Evelyn asked, her 
lips ovalling, as she leaned toward the yearning throb of his cock's 
head held in her tiny, soft hand.

"No ... I'm not ..." he said. Her mouth encompassed the head of his 
prick, and he felt the warm wetness of it, soft, gentle and sexy as 
hell. "OOOooohhh!" It was a soft moan of absolute pleasure that was 
wrung from his mouth. Dame! If I weren't actually experiencing this ... 
I wouldn't believe it! Twenty minutes ago ... this woman was an 
absolute stranger ... and now she's sucking my cock! He didn't know how 
much of that he could take, before he'd have to lay her down and fuck 
her ... or does she figure on sucking me ... all the way ...? 
Involuntarily, his hips flexed driving his pulsating cock deeper into 
her mouth, and he could feel her agile, bewitching tongue inside her 
mouth swirling deliciously around the head of his penis. God! her mouth 
is like honey on me!

On the bed in the Merrils' apartment, Fred Holden's lips probed upward 
until he located Ron's wife's erect, pulsating clitoris in her cuntal 
slit, his tongue darting out to tease and lick its nerve-rich length. 
She mewled and whined her agonizing pleasure when he took the short 
throbbing length of it lightly between his teeth, as his tongue 
caressed it in ever decreasing circles, until finally the fiery tip of 
his tantalizing tongue concentrated on the tiny head to send high-
voltage sensation crackling through her palpitant loins.

Uncontrollably her head flailed from side to side, her hands pulling 
his face and mouth into her demanding loins with furious energy and her 
hips ground up at his pleasure-giving mouth with wild abandon.

Listening to her moans of passion, Fred felt what he considered to be a 
well-earned elation. She's just about ready to cave in ... and then 
she'll be all mine, God damn it! Then, he began to drape her legs 
obscenely up over his shoulders, his hands going under her quivering 
buttocks to pull them in even closer to his swirling and flicking 
tongue, as he shifted now to rotate it sexily just inside the velvet-
lined opening of her vagina. None too patiently he waited for the 
moment when all of her defenses would be breached, and she would be 
like putty in his hands ... his to do with whatever he damned well 
pleased. God! My balls ache!  ... But, he'd wait! Christ! It'll be 
worth it! She's a luscious piece of tail!

Suddenly, everything melted away in Susan; there was no point any 
longer in resisting the demanding sexuality of her body. She had to 
have it, now! She wanted everything ... wanted his tongue, his cock ... 
wanted to be fucked to an ultimate rapture, and her nakedly trembling 
buttocks convulsed and jerked involuntarily under the aegis of his 
ravishingly tantalizing tongue. It was an exquisite torture that hummed 
through her sensually attuned nerves ... Then, wholly unexpectedly, she 
felt his tongue leave her vagina and flick downward, its tip licking 
lewdly at the tiny, puckered hole of her anus. The moistly warm contact 
jolted her as new, electric sensations charged through her loins, the 
forbidden, pleasure-laden feelings boiling through her like a sudden, 
flash flood in confused, racing chaos. Her eyes closed, and her tongue 
began to flick in and out of her mouth, as her head rolled from side to 
side, mussing her hair hopelessly, while wildfire lightnings grounded 
in her quivering, white belly.

"0h, God!" she moaned. "You're driving me crazy! Why don't you ... go 
ahead and do it to me ...?!"

That's it! Fred Holden's grin of secret triumph spread across his face, 
as he continued to tantalize the sensitive, nether opening for another 
moment or two. Let her beg for it! That's the way I want her! Then, his 
tongue was back on her clitoris dancing a rapid, licking two-step 
directly on the sensation-charged head of it. Come on, Susan, Baby ... 
beg!

"Oh, OOooohhh, OOOOOoooohhhh! That's enough! I-I want you to put it in, 
now ... and do it ... the right way!" Ron's wife groaned pleadingly. 
"Oh, please ... please ...?"

... And, outside the bedroom window, standing on the lawn chair, 
watching and listening, as his wife began begging to be fucked, Ron 
Merril couldn't believe that it was all happening. It was real all 
right. His rock-hard cock was slipping easily in and out of Evelyn 
Holden's avidly sucking mouth, and he could feel the building load of 
sperm that would begin spewing pretty damned soon ... if he didn't stop 
her.. But, I'll have to! What was it she said.. about letting them 
catch the two of us ...? It'd serve Susan right ... God damn it! Let 
her know that I can play the same game! Christ! She's not acting like a 
woman who's being forced! She 's enjoying it too damned much! The 
little bitch! Then, he wondered: I wonder how many other guys have had 
her ... since she's been working in that lousy, Rent-a-model Studio 
...?

With an effort of will, Ron Merril reached down to Evelyn's head and 
held it immobile for a moment, stopping the countering bob of it, and 
as he flexed his hips backward to pull his aching prick from between 
her lips, he whispered, "God! That's enough! If you go on any longer 
like that ... I'll be cumming! Besides ... I want to fuck you, now ... 
so they'll be able to see us!" He stepped down off the folding lounge 
chair and went on, "So let's go inside!"

Nothing could have pleased Evelyn Holden more. Everything was working 
out just perfectly. She had been a little worried about being caught 
there in the alleyway. It would have been terribly embarrassing, but 
the deep darkness had shrouded them, while she had so boldly taken his 
cock out and sucked it right there. The situation had needed direct 
action, and she had taken it. Otherwise ... things could have gotten 
out of hand! She hated violence, and Ron could have become violent. 
Anyway, it's more fun ... to fuck ... than fight!

Gleefully, she sensed as much as saw the young husband tuck his 
spearing prick back into his trousers and zip up his fly; then he was 
taking her by the hand, gripping it forcefully and leading her around 
the building to the front door of his apartment. Envisioning the near 
future, Evelyn told herself she just had to see Fred's face when he 
discovered her and the young blonde's husband. She hoped it would be a 
particularly critical moment; if it were it would be the more perfect.

... And, even though Ron was driven by his great urgency, he produced 
his key, unlocked the door carefully and as silently as he could, 
swinging it open and pulling Fred's wife into his living room and 
unnecessarily cautioning her to quiet as he closed the door softly. 
Then, they were standing in the middle of the Merrils' modest living 
room ... but there was nothing of modesty in Evelyn. From where they 
stood they had a clear view into the bedroom, the door standing wide 
open to reveal all that was happening on the Merrils' marital bed. Best 
of all every little sound, as well as every word could be heard 
clearly. While Ron stood there watching his wife's debauchment, 
Evelyn's hands were busy unbuckling, unzipping and stripping his pants 
down to his knees. "Oh, God, Ron ... let's hurry up and get naked now!" 
she breathed.

With his hungry mouth down between Susan's thighs, Fred could barely 
contain himself as now he began to lash his agile tongue deep into the 
young wife's searing, cock-hungry cuntal opening, feeling the gyrating 
thrust of her loins up against him and reveling in the tickle of her 
soft, silky and golden pubic hair, sparsely ringing her pulsating, 
fleshy pussy lips, against his nose and cheeks; then, raising his eyes 
he looked up over the golden pubic mound, out along the white plain of 
her belly and through the narrow valley between her breasts to watch 
her passion-contorted face, reflecting her ecstatic sensuality. Her 
eyes were glazed, her jaw hanging slack with her concentration on the 
sensations chasing themselves through her fully aroused body, as she 
gave herself over to the complete enjoyment of her rapture, and her 
head rolled from side to side uncontrollably. Only a few more seconds, 
God damn it ... and I'll be fucking her silly! He'd fuck her like she'd 
never been fucked before ... until she screamed with an unbearable 
ecstasy.

... And, lying on her back, her legs spread obscenely, waiting 
impatiently for her ravisher---her lover, now-to shove his monstrously 
hard penis deep into her trembling belly to fulfill her ecstatic 
desire---a desire she hadn't expected to develop---Susan's heart 
pounded beneath her tingling breasts, and she was sure that she'd go 
crazy, if he didn't do it ... soon. She couldn't wait much longer ... 
Or, I'll cum! God! I'm so hot! I feel like I'm burning up ... down 
there! ... And, I've never wanted anything ... so much ... in my life 
... before!

It seemed to her as though his wild licking and sucking of her cunt had 
gone on almost forever. The sensations tumbling insanely through her 
were building to an explosive level, and she knew it would be only a 
matter of split seconds until she would cum. Suddenly, she didn't want 
him to stop ... but he did!

"Ooooooohhhhh, Fred! Don't stop ... now! Keep it up ... for just a 
little while more! OOOOoooohhhh!" she wailed, knowing now that she was 
almost there oil that craggy mountain-top of imminent orgasm. 
"Doooooon't stop!"

In the living room, Susan's husband frantically kicked off his shoes 
and stepped out of his pants and shorts, his aroused and demanding 
cock's shaft standing out pulsingly from his hairy loins. Then, with 
fumbling fingers he was trying desperately to get his shirt off, while 
the wife of the man who was on the bed with his wife causing her to 
whine moaningly was slipping out of her own clothing. As Susan, in the 
bedroom was begging Fred not to stop, Evelyn, stripped down now to her 
panties was murmuring sexily, "Come on, Ron ... I can't wait ... to get 
that marvelous cock of yours ... up inside me!"

... And, for an agonizing moment, Ron was torn between two conflicting 
desires, only one of which he could possibly fulfill. Damn! My wife's 
really hot ... and how I'd love to fuck her ... right now! However, 
standing there before him, snaking her panties down over her hips stood 
Evelyn Holden, urging him to hurry ... to stuff her cunt full of hard 
cock ... and he couldn't get his damned shirt off.

Now, Evelyn was pressing her voluptuously naked body up against him, 
her hands unbuttoning his shirt skillfully and helping him to shed it, 
after which with a whispered oath he whipped off his undershirt and 
clasped her tight to him. God! She was absolutely ravishingly 
beautiful, willowly but curvaceous, her hazel eyes looking up into his 
with an impish, sexy glow, her face framed by her blue-black hair. He 
felt her body tightly welded to his, her lovely, white breasts mashed 
hard against his chest, their coned out, hardened nipples, tiny points 
of fire against the hairiness of his chest, while below, his massively 
hardened prick was trapped in a warm, fleshy snare between their flat 
bellies. She undulated against him, as he seemed to hesitate, listening 
to the words and sounds from the bedroom and turning his head to see 
what was happening.

"You'd like to ... fuck me ... wouldn't you, Ron ...?" Fred's wife 
whispered hotly up into his ear, as she stood on tip toe, parting her 
thighs slightly at the same time to entrap his rock-hard, cock's shaft 
between them, causing it to lie warm and throbbing along the moist 
furrow of her heated cunt.

"What ...?" he choked, distracted. God, Yes! "Yeah, I'll fuck you, 
Baby! I've got to ... now!" It hadn't been hard to make that decision 
at all. He merely followed the path of least resistance. Hell! He was 
already within a fraction of an inch of having it in her!

Then, the black-haired beauty's lips were there, parted and moist 
waiting for his deep kiss. Their lips met and melded and tongues 
searched sexily tasting probingly, and without thinking they mutually 
sank to the rug, Evelyn's legs parting to allow his slim-hipped body to 
wedge down between her thighs.

Reaching down between them, Fred's wife grasped the thick length of his 
wildly pulsing cock's shaft and guided it straight into the moist 
warmth of her throbbing vaginal mouth, then, pulling her thighs back 
along his flanks, she said, throatily up into his mouth, "Now, Ron, 
darling! Fuck me, now ... with everything you've got in you!"

Ron's head swam with the dizzying elation of it all. Manfully, he 
flicked his hips forward and drove the massiveness of his stiffened 
prick deep into the warmly receptive channel of her tightly clasping 
pussy. His pubic bones crashed into hers, while below his drawn-up 
testicles smacked hard into the crevice of her passion-trembling 
alabaster-white buttocks.

"AAAaaaggggh!" Susan's husband grunted with the satisfaction of his 
entrance into her. God damn! ... And, to think ... I'd never seen this 
luscious little piece ... until just a few minutes ago!

Beneath Susan's young husband, Evelyn moaned with delighted surprise as 
Ron's enormously hard and pulsating cock's shaft went deep into her 
desire-drenched vaginal passage, its thick length filling her cuntal 
sheath more than adequately; then, as he began to rock above her 
thrusting it in and out with furious energy, she began to counter him 
with her own undulantly writhing movements, fucking back at him with a 
wantonness he had never known in a woman.

"Oh, that's it ... Ron!" Fred's wife moaned, not bothering to whisper 
now. "Fuck me ... hard! ... And long ... and deep! OOOooohhhh ... like 
that!"

Their kiss broken, now, Ron heaved himself up above her, flexing his 
knees and digging his toes into the nap of the rug, as his hips pounded 
his aching cock deeper and longer into the deliciously warm depths of 
her rhythmically clasping cunt.

"Don't worry, Evelyn ... Baby! I'll fuck you so damned hard ... you 
won't be able to see straight!" Ron grunted pantingly, as he tried to 
keep the promise to her.



Chapter 9


"Okay, Baby ... you're hot enough to fuck now!" Fred gloated, heaving 
himself up above her and wedging his hips down between her quivering, 
white thighs. Looking down he saw that the blood-bloated head of his 
cock nestled into the moist, flowered-open mouth of her vagina, where 
only seconds before his mouth and tongue were tantalizing her to this 
point of total surrender on her part. He grinned lewdly down into her 
face and said, "Now, let's see just how badly you want to be fucked!"

Susan opened glazing eyes to look up into his lust-distorted face 
questioningly. "Wh-What ...?"

"If you want it, Doll ... take my cock in your hot, little hand and put 
it in that gorgeous cunt of yours!"

She felt the sting of humiliation and groaned in abject shame, "Oh, God 
... Fred ... just do it ... to me! Don't make me ... any more ashamed 
than I am ... already ..."

"Put it in, God damn it ... if you want to be fucked!" Fred grated. "I 
don't want you telling anybody that Fred Holden raped you ... or forced 
you ... understand ...?"

For the first time she knew his full name, but the knowledge was 
meaningless. All that was important to her was getting his cock into 
her seething cunt ... and he had made clear the condition. She would 
have to do it ... herself! Tremblingly, her hand reached down between 
them, her quivering fingers curling to take the thick girth of his 
hardened length into her tiny hand ... but her hand stopped; she was 
unable to force it the final quarter of an inch.

"Do it, now ... you little bitch!" Fred Holden grated. "Otherwise ... 
you'll end up playing with yourself!"

"OOOOoooooohhhh, God ... I-I can't ...!"

... But, even as she said it, her hand bridged a seemingly endless 
chasm, and in the simple reaching movement made the first motion to 
change her condition from chaste, loyal wife to that of unfaithful 
adulteress. It was almost as difficult to do as taking that first 
faltering step down the center aisle of her church the day she became 
the bride of Ronald Merril ... or as later, that same evening of her 
wedding day, when she had taken her husband's hard, throbbing penis 
deep into her virginal pubic canal ... for the first time, changing her 
from maiden girl to married woman. Ron! Oh, Ron ...! Please ... 
understand! I-I want you to ... understand, somehow!

Her fingers were on the warm, throbbing shaft, unable to circle its 
massive circumference, and for the first time she realized the enormity 
of the cock she held in her hand. She hesitated. It's Ellen bigger ... 
than Ron's! My God! It'll tear me apart!

Impatiently, Fred growled, "God damn it ... what are you waiting for 
...? Shove my cock into your fucking cunt ... and be quick about it!"

Flexing his hips downward, cradling himself deeper into the angle of 
her widespread, trembling thighs, he prodded his pulsing cock forward, 
forcing her to guide it straight into the quivering, moist hole of her 
cunt, the bulbose head of his lust-inflated cock spreading the tender, 
inner petals of her vaginal mouth, the warm fleshly contact galvanizing 
her electrically, as delicious sensations of expectant anticipation 
swirled through her body and mind in chaotic whirlwinds of ecstatic joy 
mixed with no little amount of fear and trepidation.

"Oh, ooooh, oooohhh!" Susan gasped, her head flailing from side to 
side, a shudder shimmering through her body as the shiny, surprisingly 
soft, blood-engorged cock-head pressed resolutely against the 
sensitive, quivering flesh of her cunt's mouth, insinuating itself into 
the warm, moist opening, and she held her breath with the knowledge 
that the rest of his rock-hard stiffness would soon follow, as she felt 
the stretching of her cuntal flesh.

... Then, Fred Holden pushed hard, shoving an inch or two of his aching 
prick into the tight, little hole of her pussy, feeling it clasp 
tightly about him, as he forced it even deeper into the elastic mouth 
of her cunt, bringing another gasp of anguish from her passion-
distorted lips. "My God! It's ... going to rip me ...!"

Savagely, he thrust, to drive his cock deep into her seething, clasping 
cuntal sheath, his hardened length soaring up into her with forceful 
pressure, until with a satisfying slap of flesh on flesh, he was all 
the way up inside her, his blood-engorged cock's head flicking past the 
neck of her cervix and nudging solidly against the blind end of her 
vaginal passage. Looking down with glee he saw that his thick length 
was really buried in her cringing cuntal sheath to the very last 
fraction of an inch. His pubic bone was tight against hers, the dark 
brown hair of his loins mingling with the spun-gold of her pubic mound. 
Damn! She's nice and tight!

"AAAaaaaaaauuuoooohhhh!" she groaned, not daring to move. Susan felt as 
though his furious entry had scraped her raw, like a huge, unpeeled log 
shoved into her tender passage, and she was sure she could feel every 
ridge and wrinkle of his hardened shaft as it lay, sunk deep up into 
her searing loins.

... Then, over the rasp of Fred's breath in his lungs she heard it, the 
sound seeming to come from a great distance to her ears, muffled as 
they were by her concentration on the sensations of her own body.

"OH, THAT'S IT ... RON! FUCK ME ... HARD! ... AND LONG ... AND DEEP! 
OOOOOHHH ... LIKE THAT!" It was a woman's voice, deep and throaty ... 
in the throes of passion ... and it came from the living room!

Ron! Oh, no ... it couldn't be ... Ron ...?

Susan Merril lay there under Fred Holden, trembling, not daring to 
breathe, her glazed eyes coming open, and she was raising her head, 
twisting it desperately to see, as a great, gnawing ball of fear 
blended with stabbing guilt slashed at her churning insides.

"DON'T WORRY, EVELYN ... BABY! I'LL FUCK YOU SO DAMNED HARD ... YOU 
WON'T BE ABLE TO SEE STRAIGHT!"

It was her husband's voice! It's Ron! OOOoooh, My God it is him ... and 
he's fucking ... another woman! She could see him clearly. He was 
cradled between the soft, tapering, white thighs of a black-haired 
woman, his hips rising and falling in furious fucking rhythm, driving 
his rock-hard cock deep into her undulating cunt ... but she couldn't 
see the other woman's face clearly. He called her Evelyn! Evelyn ... 
who ...?

Sudden jealousy and rage flared in her. How dare him ... to even think 
about ... fucking another woman ... when he can't even ...? For the 
second time in split seconds she had thought of what he was doing in 
fundamental terms, the word she had adamantly refused to use, herself, 
ricocheting around inside her emotionally distraught mind. Fucking! Ron 
... fucking! Fucking ... somebody else! My husband ... fucking! Fucking 
her ... instead of fucking me ... his own wife!

Fred Holden had heard also! He twisted his head to look toward the 
living room, seeing the writhing figures on the rug and knew instantly 
that it was his wife, Evelyn.

"Evelyn!" he gasped aloud. "What in the hell ...?"

Beneath him, Susan was attempting to squirm free of his massive cock 
buried in her cunt, her hips writhed under her and she was trying to 
sit up. She had to get off that bed. She had to do something ... 
anything, but she didn't know what it was ... whether to hide her own 
shame or scratch the eyes out of that other woman lying on her back, 
taking Ron's cock deep into her gyrating loins.

Instantly, as Fred's mind raced, he knew that Evelyn had succeeded, 
somehow, in her attempt to turn his sexual sally into a group orgy. He 
couldn't even guess yet as to how she had done it ... but there she 
was, enjoying another conquest, fucking Susan's husband for all she was 
worth ... And, afterward ... she'll involve all of us! Deep in the back 
of his mind, however, he knew, now, that when that time came ... he'd 
probably be ready for it.

... Right now, though ... I've got to finish what I started! Hell! 
Stampeding horses couldn't stop me from fucking this luscious little 
blonde!

Using both hands and bearing down with his hips, Fred pushed the young 
wife back down into the softness of the mattress and snarled down into 
her face, "Take it easy, Susan, Baby! You and I are still going to fuck 
... no matter what else is going on!

Eyes brimming with tears, now, she looked up into his face and 
remembered: God! How could I forget ...? He's got it shoved all the way 
up inside me ... already ... and I wanted it! Wanted him to fuck ... m-
me! Then, she felt the expanding lurch of his rock-hard cock's shaft, 
and she knew that it was still true. She had to have it! ... But, God 
... with Ron right there ... in the living room ...? I-I couldn't! I 
just ... couldn't!

"... But-but ... my husband ...!" she wailed. "That's my h-husband ... 
out there in the living room!"

"And, he's fucking the hell out of my wife!" Fred Holden ground out at 
her.

"... But, how ...? Why ...?"

"Forget them, Baby! It's time for you to start begging ... if you want 
to get fucked!"

"Beg ...?"

"That's right!"

"You mean ... say it out loud?"

"Yes, damn it! Say it out loud ... loud enough for them to hear out 
there! Say it! Say you want me to fuck you!"

"Oh, God! Not that too ... after all the rest ...!?"

"Say it, Bitch! Beg me!" Fred flared. "Right now!"

The debasing shame of it pounded through her, as again his massive cock 
buried deep in her trembling white belly expanded lurchingly, reminding 
her of her passionate need for sexual fulfillment, and if she were to 
get it she'd have to do as he told her ... But, God! She had to have 
his hardened cock pounding in and out of her to bring her to the craggy 
heights of orgasm. It was already so close. Ron was forgotten for the 
moment, as she followed the dictates of her body. I'll have to do it! 
I've got to ... have it!

Susan Merril gritted her teeth, her face flushed with the shame of it, 
but she did it. She said, her voice strangled in her throat, 
"Yesssssss! I need it ... so terribly! Fuck me! Go ahead and ... f-fuck 
me, now!

"With that, Susan, Baby? You know the words! You hear them all the 
time!"

"Your cock!" she added. "Fuck me with your cock!" Oh, God! Now! Now! 
Now!

... But Fred was still grinning lewdly down into her face, refusing to 
move in her yet. What else? She knew that he wanted something else.

"Where ... God damn it? Where ...?" Holden grated. "Finish it up!"

"In ... m-my cunt!" she groaned it out loud and clear. "Oh, God! Fred, 
you're torturing me!"

"Now ... say all of it!"

"Fuck me! Fuck me with your cock! Fuck me in the fucking cunt!" she 
screamed. "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" God! Will he ever be satisfied ?

Okay, Doll! Now, I know you really want it!" he gloated.

... Then, he began to rock above her, with short smooth thrustings in 
and out of her moist, expanding vaginal sheath, and instinctively her 
body reacted as she gave herself up to the surging sensations in her 
loins, thrills of mounting pleasure coursing through her as she 
undulated her hips up to him and spread her thighs wider wantonly to 
take him deep up inside her searing, cock-hungry cunt. Her husband, 
Ron---and the rest of the world---would have to wait.

In the living room, on the rug, cradled between Evelyn Holden's white 
and shapely thighs, drawn back now to her chest and mashing the softly 
pliant orbs of her breasts cruelly, Ron was plunging wildly in and out 
of her demanding pussy, his rock-hard cock pistoning her like a rutting 
stallion, as he heard his wife in the bedroom begging Evelyn's husband 
to fuck her. Somehow, as she screamed it out, it was an extra goad to 
his own feral fucking of the other man's wife, and he began to gore her 
with insane power. He knew that it would be only a matter of moments 
before he would explode spewing his cum deep into the black-haired 
beauty's quivering belly, and he churned toward his ejaculation, smug 
in the knowledge that now Susan knew what he was doing. He had heard 
every word spoken in the bedroom. Now, he was hearing the groan of the 
tortured bed as his wife lay on it taking that other man's cock deep up 
into her white belly; he wasn't sure, but he thought he could even hear 
the moist squish of hard cock-flesh moving in and out of his wife's 
cunt. The little bitch! I hope she's feeling it ... knowing that I'm 
out here Sucking somebody else's wife ... while she's getting it too!

Beneath him, Evelyn felt the young husband's surging drive toward 
ejaculation and knew that he was too excitedly involved in satisfying 
himself. Damn! I'll have to do something ... or he'll cum too soon!

Moaning up into his face, her own features twisted into a grimace of 
building ecstasy, Evelyn Holden shocked him with a mewling request, 
"Ron, Ron, darling ... don't leave me behind! Do something ... for me!

"What ... damn it? I'm giving you ... everything I've got!" Ron Merril 
panted, still cocking an ear toward the bedroom.

"Lean back a little ... then reach down ... and stuff your middle 
finger into my rectum ...!" Fred's wife directed. "It'll make me cum 
... with you!"

It was s shocking mind-boggler, and Ron had never done it. Christ! 
That's something! She sucks my cock ... wants me to fuck her ... and 
now this!

"You sure ... that's what you want ...?"

"Oh, God, yes!" she moaned. "I need it! Shove your finger in my ass!" 
She was desperate now.

"Okay!"

Leaning back, he slid his hand down over the full-rounded orb of a 
smoothly gyrating buttock-cheek, feeling the satiny pliancy of her 
skin, the muscles working sinuously against the palm of his hand, as he 
probed into the hairless crevice between, searching for the puckered, 
brownish opening of her anus, while at the same time he continued his 
cunt-filling thrusts deep into the clasping, warmly moist sheath of her 
cuntal passage.

He found the warm, secret opening and circled it teasingly with his 
middle fingertip, uncertain for a moment as to whether or not he should 
just go ahead and plunge it into her there; then he realized that that 
could be painful to her. It needed lubrication, he decided, so he 
dipped his fingertip into the viscous moisture that dribbled down in 
tiny droplets from the opening of her vagina where his prick, aching 
and ready to spew, thundered in and out. Then, with the moistened tip 
he again probed at the wrinkled, brownish nether opening, hesitating 
before actually thrusting it into its smooth warmth.

"Oh, My God! Do it ... Ron!" Evelyn Holden gasped, undulating her hips 
up against his probing finger.

The tip popped through the resilient ring of muscles at the entrance of 
her rectum, and his middle finger slid deep into the sponginess of her 
passage.

"AAAAAAAaaaaaaagggghhh! That's it!" she screamed.

Ron wasn't sure whether her scream was one of pain or of sexual 
ecstasy. He knew in the next moment. Her hips writhed upward to absorb 
all of his finger into her rear passage, and as he watched her 
contorted face, he knew that the sensations generated in her were 
powerfully electric.

"Now, fuck me ... hard and deep ... with both ... your cock and your 
finger!" Evelyn moaned, her eyes glazing with a vision of her coming 
orgasm.

Ron did it! He slammed in and out of her with fury, startlingly aware 
of the bulge of his finger through the thin separating tissues 
stimulating the sensitive underside of his rampaging cock with 
deliciously new sensations that spurred him on to even faster, deeper 
and insanely ferocious thrusts into her Gaspingly demanding cunt. God 
damn! He'd never had a woman like Evelyn Holden!

On the soft bed, lying on her back and taking Fred Holden's pounding 
cock deep into her ecstatic vagina, Susan sensed almost as much as she 
heard what was going on in the living room, while at the same time she 
rose higher and higher, seemingly like a balloonist borne on heated 
air, and she knew that it would come to her soon, that blessed release 
in orgasm that would be ultimate rapture, not even thinking now about 
the fact that the man who was bringing her to the heights was not her 
husband.

"Oh, OOooohh, OOOooooohhh!" she moaned. "Fuck me ... hard!" Oh, God! 
Let me cum! Let me cum ... soon! Soon!

With manful determination, Fred drove deeply into her passion-trembling 
belly, swiveling his hips from side to side, as he alternately 
pressured down either side of the moist warmth of her cuntal passage, 
his cock surging in and out of her with animal-like rutting force.

... Then, suddenly, she was exploding beneath him, her body convulsing 
with spasms of pure orgasmic delight, her head rolling uncontrollably, 
her eyes glazed and unseeing. She was cumming.. finally; it had gone on 
and on for eons, and now she was there!

"AAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh OOOOOooooohhhh! Myyyyy Godddddd! I-I'm ... 
going to ... cuuuuummmmmm! Now! AAAAAAaaaaaauuuugggghhh!"

It was a rapture unequaled in her experience, and for her it was as 
though time stood still, while the delicious sensations of her spasming 
climax charged electrically through her body, every cell of her 
vibrantly alive and feeling from the soles of her feet to the roots of 
her spun-gold hair. Above her, Fred grinned his triumph, knowing that 
he had been absolutely successful in his seduction and domination of 
the young wife. Now, he could let go!

Pressing on Susan Merril's knees he shoved her thighs back hard, until 
they were mashing down cruelly against the soft mounds of her breasts, 
moistened now with the natural droplets of sweat caused by her passion, 
and with feral power he drove toward his own ejaculation.

He felt the searing, acid-like burn of it as it began for him. In a 
moment, after several cunt-slamming thrusts of his expanding cock, he 
was there, too, experiencing that ultimate joy of spewing ejaculation 
for which there is no comparison, and with a gasping oath, he thrust 
into her hard and deep. Holding himself rigid above her, he felt the 
hot liquid of his sperm jet from the slitted tip of his cock to splash 
deep up into her clinging vaginal passage. "AAAaaagh!" he groaned with 
satisfaction and collapsed in a heap on top of Ron Merril's young wife. 
God! It was good!

Then lying beneath him while the tiny after-thrills of her release 
chased themselves through her, she realized that it was all over ... 
and that it was someone else's husband who had fucked her and fucked 
her well! She couldn't help hearing the obscene sounds of copulation 
coming to her from the living room. The slap of naked flesh and the 
moist sound of cock in cunt were loud in the room, and opening her 
glazed eyes and twisting her head to see, Susan watched with tear-
brimming eyes as her husband, Ron, brought Fred's wife to the towering 
peak of her orgasm.

She watched the writhing bodies, seeing the rise and fall of Ron's 
buttocks as he plunged deep into the other woman, her hips undulant 
under him, countering his every furious stroke.

... And suddenly, Evelyn screamed full-throatedly. "Fuck me! Hard! 
Deep! Long! Come on! Make me cum! Oh, God ... Ron! Make me 
cuuuuuummmm!"

Then, she saw that his hand was down there between them, and as she 
looked closer, divined what was happening. Why he's got his ... finger 
in her ... anus, too! As she watched, he ripped his finger out of her 
rear passage and pistoned straight into the black-haired woman's naked 
upturned pussy ... and she came.

"AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhhh! I'mmmmm cuummmmiiiinnnnngggggagggg! Oh, 
fuck!!!!!!! AAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

Wistfully, Susan found herself wishing that it were she, there on the 
rug, beneath her husband, taking his pounding cock deep into her own 
vagina ... But, now ... everything'll be changed between us! I'm 
changed ... and Ron's changed! She mourned it ... not knowing how their 
lives would be affected, and she wished that it had never happened.

As Fred Holden's wife writhed in convulsive orgasm under his pounding 
hips, Ron felt the beginning of his own orgasm, the bursting cofferdam 
of turgid flesh searing him with the hosing jet of hot, white semen 
that rushed through the length of his expanding, pumping cock's shaft.

"God!" he grunted. "Oh, God damn! I'm there!"

With the spurting semen still pumping through the tiny slit in the head 
of his prick, he plunged into her for several more strokes, until 
finally, he stopped, collapsing on top of her.

The silence was broken only by the ragged and raspy breath of four 
satisfied human animals.

It was Evelyn who stirred and spoke first. "That was just wonderful ... 
Ron, darling!"

"Yeah ..." he agreed. "It was! Now, you and your husband's little game 
is finished ... and you can both get the hell out of here!"

Ron rolled to his side and began sitting up, peering at the same time 
into the bedroom. "Did you hear me, Holden ...?" he bellowed.

Fred quickly began to crawl from on top of the young wife he had just 
fucked to soaring orgasm, his softening penis coming out of her sperm-
flooded vagina with a moist sucking sound. "Now ... you've got the 
wrong idea ..." he began placatingly.

Behind him, Evelyn, too was sitting up, and she plucked at Ron's arm, 
murmuring close into his ear, "You liked me ... didn't you, Ron?

"Like hell I have!" Ron said in answer to Holden; then to Evelyn he 
grinned, "Of course, I did! Christ! I've never had a lay like that!"

"... And, would you like to have me, again ...?"

"I'll say! Any time!"

"All four of us ... together, sometime ...?" Evelyn breathed.

Fred was off the bed, now, searching for his clothes and feeling a 
little embarrassed. He wasn't sure of his standing at that moment. He 
pulled on his shirt and looking down at Susan, who was sitting on the 
edge of the bed now, looking with fearful eyes at her husband, grated 
out at her, "You'd better make damned sure he knows I didn't force you 
to do it!"

Oh, God ... that's true! I wanted him to do it! "Ron ..." she said 
timidly, "Ron, darling ... will you try to understand the way it was 
...?"

Her husband wasn't listening. He was saying something to Fred's wife.

"Do you mean ... one of those group sex things ...?"

"Yes ..."

"I'll think about it ... but right now I've got some unfinished 
business with my wife!" he growled. "So ... you and your husband clear 
out!"

"Don't be too hard on her ... please ...?"

"Why ...?" he questioned explosively. "Why should you care?

"... Because ... I understand what she's going through ...!"

"Ron ...?" Susan's tiny voice called plaintively.

Her husband was on his feet now, and going into the bedroom ordered, 
"Get something on, Susan!"

Scuttling around him, she made for the closet to get her heavy robe, 
while Ron sourly watched Fred Holden finish his dressing. "I should 
break your neck ... but under the circumstances, my wife seems to be 
about as guilty as you are!"

"That's right!" Fred hurried to say. "She wanted me to do it ... and 
she liked it, too!"

"I know that!" Ron blared. "Now, get the hell out of here ... before I 
change my mind!"

Susan had her robe on now and was returning to sit on the edge of the 
bed, her eyes brimming with tears, as she realized that Ron was 
planning some punishment for her.

Swinging around, Ron looked into the living room, where Evelyn was now 
fully dressed and coming toward them. She s really quite a woman ... 
worth knowing a hell of a lot better!

Evelyn smiled reassuringly at Susan and said, "Fred ... if you're 
dressed, we'll go now ..." Then to Susan, "I'm sure you don't know it, 
Mrs. Merril ... but you've done something very good for my husband 
...!"

Looking up into the other woman's beautiful face then allowing her eyes 
to roam over her svelte figure, Susan questioned, "I-I don't ... 
understand ...?"

"I'll explain it to you some day ..." Turning then, she walked from the 
bedroom, whispering to Ron, "Remember, Ron ... she's not all to blame 
..."

Fred Holden walked out after his wife without a word or backward 
glance. He was disgusted and angry that Evelyn had wormed her way into 
the situation, and as soon as they were outside the Merril apartment he 
exploded, "God damn it, Evelyn, you blew the whole thing for me!"

Coolly, she answered him, "Not really, darling! That marvelous hunk of 
man wants me ... again!"

"So ...?"

"Well ... don't you see? If he's to have me, again ... you'll be able 
to lay his wife ... too! Isn't that what you wanted?" Evelyn explained.

"Are you sure ...?"

"Absolutely!" she told him. "Wild horses wouldn't keep him away from 
me, now ... but do you know what I'd really like ... Fred, darling 
...?"

"No! What ...?"

"I'd like for us to go home ... and take a long shower together ... 
then go to bed and have a long, lingering fuck!"

Instantly, her suggestive words brought his softened penis to 
throbbing, vibrant erection inside his pants ... and he knew that he 
could and would do it!

"That sounds like a winner!" he grinned. "It's too bad we're driving 
both cars!"

"Just drive carefully, darling! I want you all in one piece!" Evelyn 
joked.

"Don't worry, Baby! I'll see you at home ... in about twenty minutes!"

Boldly, she reached down to the bulge in his pants and gave it a 
reassuring pat. "Keep it hard for me!"

"No problem!" Fred Holden grinned down at her. "No problem at all!"

"God! I hope so!" she breathed. "Because ... I've got the feeling we're 
going to be seeing a lot more of each other in bed ... as well as other 
people ... too!"

"Like the Merrils ...?"

"Yes! Especially the Merrils!"

Fred didn't have to think about it. He knew that that's what he wanted 
... now! "You know, Evelyn, darling ... my sexy little wife, I think 
you've got something there!"

They got into their separate cars and headed for home ... that long 
shower ... and a rendezvous between the sheets of their bed.



Chapter 10


Just as soon as the front door of the Merril's apartment closed behind 
the departing Holdens, Ron gritted out, "You little bitch! How many 
other sons-of-bitches have fucked you ... since you've been working at 
The Camera's Eye ... or before that ... for all I know?"

"Not anybody!" she answered dully. "He was the first ... the first time 
I-I've ever been ... un-unfaithful to you, darling."

"How can I ever believe that!" He pulled her up to stand before him and 
ripped the cover-up robe from her body.

"I swear it's the truth, Ron ... and he was blackmailing me to ... m-
make me do it ...!"

"... But, God ... you like it! You begged him to fuck you!"

"I-l was too far gone, darling!" she tried to explain. "I had to ... or 
I would've gone crazy!"

"Bull crap!" he swore, drawing back his hand to strike her.

Instinctively, she put her hands in front of her face and cried, 
"Please, Ron ... don't hit me!" Then, saying something she hadn't 
intended to say defensively, she choked out, "Anyway ... you were doing 
the same thing with his wife!"

Ron's hand stopped in mid-air and dropped to his side.

"Okay!" he growled. "I won't do that ... but you're going to pay for 
this!"

Quickly, he took her by the shoulders and forced her down to her knees 
in front of him. Sadistically, he grunted, "You can start learning to 
suck my cock! Get it up good and hard for me ... because I'm going to 
fuck you ... like you've never been fucked before!"

"Oh, Ron ... please ... don't make me do that! I-I've never ... ever 
..."

"No! But you sure as hell learned to suck cunt ... haven't you? Do you 
like cunt ... better than cock ...?"

God! He knows! "Oh, Ron ..." she sobbed. "I love you ... and I-I want 
only you ...?"

"Then do as I tell you, God damn it!"

She knew then that somehow she would have to prove her real and abiding 
love for her husband ... and to do that ... she would have to do as he 
said. With trembling hands, she reached out to the softened shaft of 
his cock, took it into her tiny hands and worked the foreskin back to 
reveal the soft pink of its head. Then, she leaned forward, ovalled her 
lips and took it into her mouth. She tasted the flavor of his semen 
remaining on it and found it tangy. 0h, God! Let me do it right ... for 
him!

Inside her mouth, she felt the head of his cock throbbing to erection, 
as his pounding blood rushed into it to be trapped, and she 
experimentally swirled her tongue around the rapidly growing head, 
while at the same time, her hand gripping the warm shaft of it, felt 
the expanding, pulsing growth. It was a strange and new experience, and 
she found it sexily stimulating. Deep in her flat, white belly, the 
warm glow of new sexual arousal was being blown to life. Maybe ... I 
can cum ... again when he f-fucks me ... so I can let him know ... how 
very much I love him!

His prick was hard as a rock, now, and her other hand faltered out to 
his scrotal sac, her fingers caressing gently the bloating balls inside 
the silky-soft folds of tender flesh.

Suddenly, without warning, her husband flicked his hips and plunged the 
hardened shaft of his cock deep into her throat.

"Start sucking!" he ordered.

Susan almost gagged as the blood-engorged cock's head rammed down into 
the back of her throat. With an effort she controlled her instant 
nausea, determined that she would let nothing interfere with getting 
her husband back. She would have walked through a bed of burning coals 
for him, if he told her to do it.

Tentatively she tried it, her cheeks hollowing as she exerted a sucking 
pressure on the pulsing rod of his prick, hoping that she would do it 
just right to satisfy him, while at the same time her husband began 
thrusting in and out, using her mouth for a substitute cunt. 
Instinctively, she countered him, bobbing her head back and forth and 
making her tongue broad and flat like that of a nursing infant ... And, 
below, she felt the fires of her own rising passion and the moisture of 
her readying vagina that bedewed the inner lips of her pussy. Oh, I 
feel so sexy ... and nice ... down there! I'll be good and ready ... 
when he wants to ... fuck me!

Susan closed her eyes thinking about it, a delicious shiver shuddering 
through her body. The way Ron's acting he'll be a savage animal with 
me! She tried to imagine how it would be, and she knew she would submit 
to his coming furious sexual assault on her.

Suddenly then Ron was pulling back and away from her forcing his now 
fully erect and pulsating cock out of her sucking mouth. "Okay! That's 
enough!" he was grating out at her. "My cock's hard enough to fuck you 
with now!"

Sitting back on her heels, Susan looked up at him adoringly. "Did I-I 
... do it right ...?"

"Yeah! Now get your ass up on the bed!" her husband ordered.

Obediently she crawled onto the bed and lay down supine in the middle 
of it, allowing her legs to part in readiness for him. As he knee-
walked across to her, his lancing prick all shiny-moist from her 
saliva, she imagined it as a punishing cudgel. Managing a smile she 
murmured, "I'm ready for you ... darling ..."

"You're not getting it that way, Bitch! Turn over and get up on your 
knees!"

Again obediently Susan did his bidding. Occasionally, she had agreed to 
doing it animal-fashion, and she wasn't too surprised when he 
growlingly ordered her into that position. "All right ... Ron ..." she 
said sweetly.

Then, her husband was moving in close to her completely defenseless, 
upthrust, quivering buttocks, and she felt his finger dipping into the 
viscid moisture of her vaginal opening. It felt nice and sexy ... And, 
he's being more gentle than I thought he'd be! Maybe he isn't too upset 
and angry with me after all ...

Lulled into a sense of well-being, Susan waited expectantly for her 
husband's entrance into her now seething cuntal passage ... Then, she 
felt his finger move upward to the puckered ring of her anus nestled 
between the white, trembling moons of her buttocks. Twisting her head 
around, she looked back at Ron questioningly, "Darling ... what ... are 
you ...?"

"I'm going to fuck you in the ass!" he hissed back at her, his face 
contorted with lewd lust. "Just in case ... it's the only place you 
haven't been fucked before!"

Heart-strangling, mind-shattering shock paralyzed her with sudden fear. 
"Oh, My God ... No! No! Ron! Please!" she sobbed. "You know ... I-I've 
never ..."

"It's less than you deserve!" her husband barked at her. "I probably 
should be beating you with a horsewhip!"

A thrill of sadistic excitement passed through Ron as he looked down at 
her waggling, defenseless buttocks, the tight, little brownish and 
puckered hole of her anus exposed helplessly before his massively 
hardened prick. I'll teach her something ... God damn it! Again, he 
sank his finger into the moist channel of her cunt and smeared it on 
the tiny aperture of her cringing anus, then holding the rock-hard 
shaft of his aching cock in one hand, he nestled the head of it into 
her cuntal opening to lubricate it. Finally, he placed the bloated head 
of his prick right on the secret opening between her fear-clenching 
buttocks, and using both hands now he spread the full moons of them 
wide.

Susan felt him begin an inexorable pressure against the tiny nether 
hole, and she knew that there would be no escaping it. He was 
determined to fuck her there. Suddenly she knew something else. Her 
mouth contorted, she flung back at him, "All right! Go ahead ... and 
fuck me there! l want you to do it ... so you'll know ... how much I 
love you!"

"You ... want me ... to do it ...?" Ron faltered.

"Yes! Damn it! Fuck me ... in the ass! Fuck it ... hard!"

He did!

Exerting more pressure, straining his back, hip and leg muscles, he 
pushed forward into her, and she felt the stretching flesh painfully. 
There was a slight pop and it was inside her. Her breath caught in her 
throat, and she stifled her scream of pain for a moment; then, full 
throatedly she screamed, as the hard shaft of his cock slid deeper yet 
into the soft sponginess of her rectum ... But I won't try to make him 
stop! Masochistically, she wanted it ... wanted to prove to him the 
deepness of her love. Again and again, she screamed with the pain, but 
no word of protest passed her lips.

She thrashed writhingly to escape the pain instinctively, but his 
strong hands held her in a vise-like grip, her every jerk only serving 
to drive his hardened cock-flesh deeper inside her.

"How do you like it, Bitch?" her husband snarled.

"It ... h-hurts!"

"Good!" It was hurting him, too. The tightness of her anus squeezed 
down hard around the thick length of his prick buried deep in her, and 
a light sweat had broken out on his brow. "Now, shove back, damn it! 
Shove back!"

She dared not obey him. Hunching back toward him? as at the same time 
he drove forward, she felt yet more excruciating pain, his monstrously 
hard cock torturing the tender flesh of her rectum as it slid ever 
deeper. until with one final, buttock-flattening thrust, he had forced 
it all the way up inside the tight constriction of her rear passage.

"Oh, My Godddddddd!" she wailed. "OOOOOoooooohhhh!"

Biting her lips until blood oozed from them, she felt his pelvis smack 
solidly into her upraised buttocks and his balls swing in hard against 
the lips of her pussy.

Now, he held himself still while his penis expanded lurchingly inside 
her warm depths. Slowly, her rectum began to adjust to the strange 
presence, but she still felt as though she had been ripped and tom by 
the unnatural invasion. Then, strangely she felt her building arousal. 
It was powerful ... demanding. God, I really do want it ... like this!

Kneeling behind her, his thick length buried deep in her rectum, Ron 
couldn't believe it when the soft, round moons of her buttocks began to 
churn back against him in a slow, fucking motion, undulating sexily. He 
moaned with the exquisite sensations of it. Christ! She's doing it 
herself! She's really wanting it ...!

"You little Bitch! You lied to me! Somebody must have fucked you in the 
ass before!"

"No ... Ron ..." she sobbed agonizingly. "That isn't true! I've never 
done this before ... but I'm doing it ... because I love you!" 
Desperately she wanted to make him believe.

Her face was turned to him, and he could see her lovely face distorted 
now in ecstatic delight as she thrust back against him, absorbing his 
throbbing cock deep into the smooth warmth of her rear passage.

GOD! What am I doing ...? I'm punishing her ... and she just love me 
more! She must be telling the truth! Holden was blackmailing her ... 
and forcing her! Maybe ... she couldn't help responding to him ... 
wanting him to fuck her ... after she was too far gone!

Suddenly, he pulled his thick, long, pulsing cock from her clinging 
anus ... and he was turning her, taking her in his arms and kissing 
her. "God! Susan! Susan, darling ... I must have lost my head ... 
trying to punish you for something you couldn't help!"

"OOooh, Ron!" she breathed. "I love you! ... And, I always will!"

"I'll try to make it up to you ... darling ..." he said contritely, "if 
you can forgive me ... especially since I was being unfaithful to you 
... too ... with Holden's wife ..."

"Yes ... Ron, darling ... I'll forgive you ... if you'll promise me 
something ..."

"Anything ..." he told her. "Anything you want ..."

"Actually ... there are two things ..."

"Okay ... what are they ...?"

"Let's invite the Holdens' back ... so that we can get to know them 
better ..."

"That'll be easy ..."

"I heard you tell her that you wanted her, again ...

"You mean ... you want me to ... to ..."

"Keep your promise to her!" Susan finished.

"Then ... you want us to go into a swinging thing ... with them?"

"Yes ... I think it'd be fun ... don't you ...?"

"Damned right!" Ron's mind charged about sampling the possibilities. 
"Now ... what's the other part of your request?"

"Well ..." she smiled up into her husband's face impishly, a hint of 
lewdness distorting her lips. "I want you ... to finish what you 
started a while ago ...!"

Christ! Do you mean that ...?" he blurted.

"I never meant anything more ... in my life!" she told him levelly. "I 
want you to fuck me there ... now!"

Excitedly, he was on his knees, and she was kneeling in position before 
him, an expectant, masochistic gleam in her eyes, wanting everything. 
She groaned as his hard throbbing cock went into her anus once more, 
soaring up into the smooth warm depths.

"OOooh! That's it ... Ron! Fuck it ... hard! Let me show you how much 
... I love you!"

Ron gasped, her words a goad to his lustful need, as she rammed back 
against him. The pain was obviously gone, now, and he began to saw in 
and out of her, fucking her in the anus with a wild abandon he had 
never before felt. She matched him, her face reflecting her salacious 
joy, as Ron watched the white, hardened shaft of his cock moving in and 
out of her clinging anus rhythmically.

In utter bliss, she ground back against him, taking all of him deep 
into her anus, until suddenly, unexpectedly, she came, the joyous 
rapture of it bursting from her mouth in a full-throated scream. "Oh, 
My God! I'm going to cum ... again! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggggghhhhh!"

... Then, only seconds later, she felt a hot wetness flood her rear 
passage, as her husband's penis throbbed expandingly to pump his sperm 
through the length of him, buried deep in her rectum. "AAAaaagggh!" he 
grunted. "Christ! It's pumping me dry!"

Together, then, they collapsed on the soft mattress, and they knew 
everything would work out, as they embarked on a new phase of their 
sexual lives.

*  *  *

"Then, it's settled ...?" Fred Holden said, expansively. He had just 
outlined his plan to open a Rent-a-model studio and had asked Ron and 
Susan to help him run it.

"Sure, it suits me!" Ron told him. "I was going to drop out of school 
anyway ..."

"... And, the best part will be ... getting next to those lovely broads 
who'll be working for us ..." Fred added.

"And ... their husbands!" Evelyn reminded him.

"Let's drink up!" Fred said jovially, raising his glass of Scotch, his 
eyes watching Susan Merril, who sat across from him in a fetching mini-
dress that exposed a good deal of her soft tapering thigh. Then, 
looking toward the couch, he saw that Ron Merril's hand was up under 
his wife, Evelyn's skirt, and it didn't take any imagination at all to 
know what he was doing.

Hastily Ron removed his hand from between her warm thighs and reached 
for his drink, feeling a little guilty, but Fred looked levelly at him 
and said, "If you don't mind ... Susan and I are going into the bedroom 
... now!"

"l don't mind ... but why don't you ask her?" Ron countered.

Susan was on her feet already, headed for the bedroom door. "He already 
has ..." she said, "and I told him ... yes!"

Fred Holden followed Ron's wife ... and carefully left the bedroom door 
open, knowing that Ron and Evelyn would join them ... later.


The End