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From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Feb 26 18:13:37 1997
WARNING:
     This story is fiction and should be treated as such.
     The following story contains descriptions of explicit sex.
If you are not an adult or reading descriptions sex stories upset
you, do not read any further.
     I am not the author.  I don't have the talent.
     I can only be the "TheEditor."





                     A Helpful Wife



                       Chapter 1

     "Tim!  No, please don't!" Melanie Cartwright protested.
     She struggled for a moment with his hand, pulling it with
hesitant force from beneath the top of her thin, low-cut dress.
Tim Cartwright resisted somewhat drunkenly, and then let his hand
be pushed limply away.
     "Melanie, for God's sake!" the young man thickly hissed.
"We're married, aren't we?  Jesus, you act like we were still
going steady."
     "Oh, darling, it's not that," she moaned in a soft whisper
against him.  "It's that we're in a public theater, that's all."
     "What's that got to do with it?" he growled in a low voice.
     "I mean ... I mean, it's not even a drive-in!  We can't ...
we can't make a spectacle of ourselves in front of all the others
here.  We're not teenagers any more, you know."
     "Not by very much," he chuckled wetly against her ear.  "I
bet you just don't want your new boss to see you necking, right?"
     Melanie flushed slightly, feeling her rosy cheeks flare with
heat in the darkened movie theater.  "No," she protested, "it's
not that at all.  Mr. Andersson is a married man.  He knows all
about love."  She dropped her head to his shoulder and began to
sigh gently, trying to show her husband she wasn't such a prude as
she sometimes sounded.  "We'll have plenty of time for loving
later, when we get home!"
     "Think you can stand seeing sexy films like this every night
while I'm gone?" her husband, Tim, whispered suggestively.
     "You ... you know I don't like them, Tim," she replied,
stiffening.  "Besides, I'll be out in the lobby all the time I'm
working.  Now hush and watch the movie.  You're the one who wanted
to see it so badly."
     "Yeah," Tim breathed huskily, looking back to the screen with
liquor-dulled eyes.  "And man, it sure is a hot one, isn't it?"
     Melanie Cartwright didn't answer, again feeling a rapid
sensation of blood rushing to her face as she blushed with
embarrassment.  She'd never seen one of these so-called "art"
films before, but avoided them by telling Tim that she was not
interested in the more lewd and prurient side to love-making.  But
the curvaceous blonde wife, only twenty years old and married just
one month over two years, had been continually urged by her
handsome, twenty-two year-old husband to at least try one before
she dismissed the whole idea.  And her girl friends, those other
young wives and mothers who lived in the apartment-house complex
with her and Tim, always seemed to be talking in hushed giggles
about the candid versions of wild erotica which their husbands
were taking them to.  In spite of her deeply religious upbringing
and her own ingrained sense of what was decent and what was not,
she couldn't help admitting that she had been secretly curious
about what such films were like, titillated by their come-on
newspaper ads.
     Now, tonight, there had been no way of avoiding seeing one
such movie, even if she had desperately been against the idea.
For one thing, she hadn't been able to find the proper words to
argue after all the drinking they'd done during dinner.  Tim had
taken her to a fancy restaurant before coming here, and they had
lingered over their tasty food with different wines with every
course, not to mention the before and after cocktails.  Tim had
more to drink than usual, and Melanie could see he was not very
sober, but she, too, was feeling the alcohol's effects to a marked
degree.
     For a second reason, he had insisted that he wanted to go
here, and she didn't have the heart to turn him down, as this
would be Tim's last night with her for the next four months.  Her
husband would be away from home and bed for almost the coming
third of a year, and of course Melanie had wanted to make this the
best possible going-away night she possibly could.  The reason her
husband was leaving was one of those minor tragedies that can
strike young married men "on their way up" who must sacrifice
personal pleasure momentarily for a more secure and richer future.
There had been many tears and even a few arguments ever since Tim
had told his wife of the necessary parting, but they both knew
that it would be best in the long run, a temporary parting that
would only make their marriage happier later.
     Tim Cartwright had left his menial job as warehouseman at
McHugh Plumbing and Heating to join a new, progressive and
energetic firm of plumbing representatives, Flynn & Associates.
It was a real chance to make something out of himself, Tim had
told Melanie; perhaps the only chance he'd have before he was
twenty-five and most of the trainee positions were being filled by
younger graduates.  But as a new representative of many different
plumbing manufacturers, he had to go to New York City and start
learning a thousand different details at the parent office of
Flynn & Associates, and travel all over the country visiting the
multitude of factories for further teaching.
     If Melanie could have gone with Tim to New York, there would
still have been frequent times when they would have been apart.
But a warehouseman doesn't make much money, and there hadn't been
the savings available to allow her even that much.  The sad fact
was that there was hardly enough money to buy Tim the new suits he
needed and send him to the other side of the nation.  Melanie
would have to stay in California, in the small suburb of
Greenridge, and keep their tiny apartment for when Tim returned to
his new sales position in the area.  Partially out of a desire to
keep her mind occupied and partially to help meet financial ends,
Melanie had taken a job.
     The new job to which Tim had just referred was the second
reason they were at the movies tonight.  Melanie had a high school
education, having married Tim almost the moment she'd graduated.
She didn't have the skills or the diploma necessary for many of
the positions that were offered, and in a residential district
such as Greenridge, there weren't many openings for the few things
she could do, such as typing or filing.
     Both Tim and she had felt very lucky that the Bijou Theater
in the small downtown shopping area had needed a girl to take
tickets and operate the candy and popcorn concession in the lobby.
The owner, Amos Andersson, had wanted somebody to replace his
wife, Syble, from the chores, and was most pleased that someone as
smart and beautiful as Melanie was available.  Older women, he'd
said to her, were continually getting sick or baby-sitting their
grandchildren, and teenagers from school were eager, but often
irresponsible.  Melanie was, as far as Amos Andersson was
concerned, the perfect combination, and he'd been glad to allow
her the few extra daysand nightswith her husband until Tim
left.  But tomorrow evening she would be going to work at the
Bijou, and the theater was the leading movie house for erotic,
sex-oriented films ...
     After watching the picture, SINNING STUDENTS, for almost an
hour and a half tonight, Melanie was beginning to feel slight
twinges of doubt about whether she should have agreed to see it
with Tim.  Or, for that matter, that she should have taken the job
at the Bijou at all, considering the kind of movies they were
showing!  She had told her husband the truth about working out in
the lobby, closed off from the images on the screen by the closed
swing-doorsbut still and all, just knowing this was the type of
films the customers were viewing would be a shameful thought
continually torturing her mind.  The soft mewling sounds coming
from the other women in the audience around her, and the grating
noise of heavy deep breathing from their male escorts was telling
enough of the effects such eroticism was having.  She could see
through the dim light the vague shapes of other couples wrapped in
tight embraces around the darkened theater.
     Her eyes glanced back to the screen just as the climactic
moments of SINNING STUDENTS were being unreeled in vivid color.
It was the age-old story of seduction behind the stone walls of an
exclusive girl's school.  There had been the usual scenes of
teasing foreplay with different young teenage girls, all of them
beautiful in their youthful, firm innocence, as they fought for
all they were worth against the perverse temptations that were
continually being forced upon them.  Melanie had been watching a
number of scenes where one after the other of the girls were shown
in various stages of undress, with their budding, tautly uplifted
little breasts often filling the screen in larger than life
detail, or fleeting glimpses of their hair-fringed pubic mounds
and lithely rounded buttocks as they nakedly displayed their
nubile young bodies.
     But now the wide-eyed wife was viewing the most lecherous of
the professors as he was thumbing through a book in his small
room.  At first glance it appeared as though he were reading it
very quickly, but as the angle of the camera turned, she could see
that he had photographs secreted between its pages.  His eyes
gleamed lasciviously as he studied them, but the camera did not
show them to the avidly awaiting audience.
     Suddenly there was a knock on the door.  He snapped the book
shut, looking up as the door opened and a young brunette
schoolgirl hesitantly entered.  She couldn't have been more than
fifteen or sixteen, Melanie thought with disbelief; where on earth
had the film producers ever been able to hire such sweet, innocent
virgins as her?  The teenaged girl was dressed in the school
uniform and carried a set of books in her arms, and the dialogue
was to the effect that she wanted the teacher to help her with one
of the lessons.  She didn't understand it, she said, and the
professor, a wicked gleam in his eyes, said he would be more than
glad to explain it better.  She sat down and shyly opened her book
to the page from which he'd been teaching that morning, and the
sound track went over the lesson, the professor inching around
closer and closer to the seemingly unsuspecting girl.  Then the
teacher straightened, snapping his thumb, and said he'd forgotten
something that would make the lesson easier, and he excused
himself and left the room.
     The girl sat erect in the chair, looking around the small
room nervously, biting her lip as if she felt a certain danger
just being there all alone.  But after a few moments, curiosity
got the better of her fears, and she reached across and took her
tutor's book to check a figure in her own studies.  The camera
showed the gasp of surprise and the shocked expression on her face
as she opened the book and saw the pictures hidden inside.  Her
first reaction was to close the book and slide it back across the
table, but then her innocent wonder took over again, and she
reopened the book, shuffling the photos with increasing interest.
     The pictures were on an angle to the camera and slightly out
of focus to give a tantalizing, erotic build-up, but enough was
shown so that Melanie could see that they were pornographic
pictures of a man and a woman nakedly entwined in lewd sexual
intercourse.  The camera switched back to the girl's face as a
slow change from amazement to wide-eyed excitement seemed to come
over her emotions.  The stimulating effect the obscene pictures on
her immature mind was apparent, for Melanie could see her eyes
slowly dilate and the unmistakable smoky haze of passion begin to
flicker through them.  The violin music began to grow as she
breathed harder and panted in a rhythmic excitement, and she
writhed with increasing passion on the chair.  The camera lowered
to the floor and viewed upwards under the table.  The student girl
pulled her skirt up slightly and inserted her middle finger up
under the tight leg band of her flimsy nylon panties, gently
stroking the barely hidden crevice of her moistly parting vagina.
A few curls of dark pubic hair and occasional glimpses of soft
pink flesh could be seen glistening wetly as her slim inner thighs
quivered and her firmly rounded little buttocks undulated.  She
slipped more of her finger deeper into her virginal young pussy
and rotated her hand faster and faster with increasing arousal ...
     Melanie held her breath as she watched the school-girl
fingering herself on the screen.  She had never in her life seen
anything like this, and was grateful for the protective covering
of the darkness around her.
     It all looked so real and true-to-life that she couldn't
believe it was only being acted, and again she found herself
wondering where tender-aged girls could be gotten to do such
sordid things in front of a camera.  Through a lightheaded
intoxicating haze of martinis and wine which she'd had during a
pre-movie dinner, she could feel her own body begin to tingle in
sympathy with the school girl on the screen.  She remembered lying
in her own bed when she'd been no older than this girl, and
touching her private parts with her own fingers to relieve the
building force of her flowering womanhood.  That had been years
ago, but still she blushed slightly from the shame and guilt
flicking through her conscience, and she squirmed her own buttocks
nervously, feeling the soft edge of the seat brush electrically
against the tender swelling of her vagina.  She twitched from the
unexpected shock the contact brought, her breath quickening
involuntarily.
     Tim eagerly pulled Melanie close to him again, letting his
hand dangle gently over her shoulder.  His fingers lightly touched
the tip of her breast, and he felt her jump slightly from his
fingertips, but he held her tighter, pressing his hand gently
against the softness of her throbbing breast.  The young husband
was growing more aroused by the second, and lewdly exciting images
of the things he would do to his luscious wife's soft body ran
through his mind.  Man, tonight would be the last night for at
least three or four months with herand after watching this hot
sex film, he would turn Melanie every way but up, and then maybe
that way too.  She had never liked different variations because
she thought them to be perversions, but after tonight she'd know
she had been fucked when he finished with her, whether she liked
it or not!
     Up on the screen, a spasming look of horror came on the
school girl's face just as Tim Cartwright returned his attention
to the movie in front of him.  The professor had come back into
the room unexpectedly and caught her finger fucking herself with
the pictures spread out on the table.  The man grabbed the young
girl roughly and cursed her, while she mewled and pleaded for
forgiveness, but he marched her over to his bed, obviously bent on
punishing her.  He pulled her down over his knees and she kicked
out wildly behind her.  Then he lifted her little skirt up over
the trembling moons of her fear-quaking buttocks and began
spanking her through the flimsy white panties with the palm of his
hand.  The slappings were harsh and authentic sounding as they
came through the speaker, and the girl screamed and kicked under
his brutal spanking, her sleekly naked thighs shivering piteously
before each cruel blow.
     While the teacher yelled at her to leave his private things
alone, the camera zoomed in on her flailing buttocks, where he was
slowly beginning to draw the white nylon panties down over the
delicious firmness of her reddened buttocks.  When her panties
were all the way off and thrown to the floor, the professor pushed
the girl from his lap.  She knelt in front of him on the floor,
tears of pain and humiliation streaming from her eyes as she
pleaded for mercy and begged him not report her to the headmaster
of the school.  The corrupting teacher's face shone with a cruel
glint then, and he outlined what she must do for him if she didn't
want to be expelled that very moment ...
     "Take your clothes off, my little peach.  Strip and then
we'll do some of the lovely things you were looking at."
     "No!  No!" the sweet angelic voice cried back.
     "Yes!" the insidious professor demanded.  "Be quick about
it!"
     Quaking with fear, the teenaged girl rose to her feet and
began to slowly remove the clothing from her budding young body.
The professor did the same, grinning satanically as his pants
dropped to the rug.  His big, hardened penis was just out of the
range of the camera, but the whole audience including Melanie knew
it was no more than an inch past the bottom of the screen.  The
girl stood naked in front of the older man, her arms crossed
futilely over her well-developed, high-tipped breasts.  The curly
hair covering the mound at the base of her tender white belly was
soft and sparse, and the tiny folds of flesh covering the narrow
slit of her pink vagina were plainly visible.
     The teacher gleefully made her sit down on the edge of the
bed and spread her legs wide apart so that he could kneel between
them and see up between her parted thighs.  He reached forward and
placed one thumb on either side of the rounded hair-fringed lips
of her pubic mound to splay their tender flesh slowly apart.  The
camera zoomed in to expose all of the moist pink valley of her
tight young pussy, and her gently throbbing clitoris could be seen
just above the puckered opening of her little cuntal hole ...
     Melanie gasped in increasing surprise, unable to believe her
eyes and ears.  A tightening sensation was gripping the pit of her
stomach, and she blinked her eyes that were hazy from the dinner
drinks, trying to bring them into proper focus and assure herself
she was actually seeing correctly.  The horribly filthy movie was
against every moral lesson she had ever been taught, and she knew
it was terribly wrong to even be watching it!  Yet instead of the
absolute revulsion she would have sworn she'd have felt, she was
experiencing a strange, light-fingering tingling deep up between
her own thighs, and tiny licking flames of unwanted arousal burned
through her raw nerve ends.  Dear God, it was lunacy to be sitting
here at all, but she was perversely enjoying it as well!
     Her husband had pulled her so close against him now that she
could hardly move and during the excitement of watching the young
girl strip, he had inserted his hand down into the bodice of her
dress again.  She could feel small pinpricks of delicious
sensations racing through the tips of her naked breast as he
rolled the hardening nipple teasingly between his thumb and
forefinger.  The heat of his breath seared her ear as he turned
his head toward her again and locked his lips wetly against her.
She tried to twist away, but the pressure of his hand and mouth
were too great for her to fight.
     "Come on, Melanie," he whispered into her mouth.  "Don't
start acting prudish again.  Nobody can see us, and nobody would
care if they did."
     She remained rigid for another moment, and then allowed
herself to go limp, knowing the futility of resisting his savage
strength.  The thought crossed her mind that this was the first
time he had kissed her in a theater since they'd been married, and
she had almost forgotten the forbidden thrill of what it was like.
In spite of her guard being up against letting any emotional
display happen in public, she could feel tiny butterfly-like
sensations flit increasingly through her stomach.
     The now familiar voice of the professor came through the
speaker, piercing her mind even though she had her eyes closed and
her head turned away from the screen.  "You want me to play with
you, my little dove?" Melanie heard the voice lewdly ask.
     "Oh, yes ... Oh, please, yes!  I want you to, Sir!"
     Melanie sucked in her breath, her face flushing.  She could
hear the sounds of heavy breathing and movement on the bed and
then:
     "How?" her teacher rasped excitedly.
     "With your tongue, Sir!  I want you to suck me like the man
is doing in the pictures you have."
     "By damn, I will!  Get up on the bed and spread your legs!"
     The older man's voice came through with a guttural passion
she had never heard in her own love making with Tim.  Her face
turned a still brighter crimson as her husband continued to kiss
her with hotly pressing lips and mouth, and she heard another long
delay in the voices and a more intense movement of the bed.  And
then the voices returned:
     "Ahhhhhhh," a high ecstatic sigh came.  "Suck me, Sir!  Suck
me harder and deeper; stick your tongue all the way up my pussy!"
     Tim Cartwright felt renewed passion surging through his loins
as he heard the girl moaning in the throes of abandoned sex on the
screen.  He could feel his massively erect penis jerking in the
tightness of his pants and, as he paused in kissing his wife, he
was able to see a small portion of Melanie's soft upper thigh as
she squirmed in her seat next to him.  God, how he'd like to grab
his wife right that instant and throw his prick to her while they
listened and watched this wild sex movie!  But he knew her well
enough to know that any advance like that would freeze her up
until she was colder than an igloo outhouse.  He'd have to somehow
control himself until they got home: but then, by God, he'd fuck
her silly!
     Tim withdrew his lips from hers and looked back at the
screen.  "Hot damn, look at that!" he gasped heavily into his
young wife's ear, his hand tightening harder on her softly warm
breast.
     Melanie turned her head slightly and caught the view of the
movie just as the young girl wrapped her hands in the older man's
thick black head of hair and pulled his face forward with all her
strength into the moist pink opening of her loins.  Her teacher's
tongue was snaking out and swiping across the throbbing flesh of
her tender vagina, bringing groans of lewd delight from her
tightly clenching lips.  He teased the tiny bud of her clitoris
for a moment with his lips and then began to run his mouth up and
down the full length of the widely spread vaginal slit.  Her hips
responded with slow hard grinding up against his face, and she
writhed and twisted like a belly dancer under the hotly probing
tongue.  The girl was being turned into a raw quivering mass of
desire before the eyes of the movie audience, contorted
expressions of sensual joy clear to all upon her passion-twisted
face ...
     At the same time, the camera was able to view the professor's
hardened penis as it stuck out from between his naked thighs while
he knelt before the abandonedly writhing girl.  A ripple of
sensation coursed through Melanie in spite of herself as she
pondered its giant size.  It was much bigger than Tim's, and she
clasped her own legs tighter together as she involuntarily
wondered what it would be like to have something that big sliding
up between her thighs.  She glanced guiltily away from it, only to
see once again his thick tongue curling wetly up into the swollen
pink lips of the teenaged girl's eagerly spread vagina.  Melanie
gasped at the obscene sight, having heard about men doing this to
women but never having thought the sight of such a depraved act
could excite her against her will.  And yet it was, and she could
feel a building moisture up between her tightly pressed thighs as
the emotions reflecting on the girl's face in the film transmitted
themselves to her own body.
     Thoughts of her own nights of love-making fluttered
unconsciously into her mind as she watched the lewdly sucking
mouth on the screen.  She could recall how early in their marriage
Tim had trailed his wet lips from her bare breasts and down her
naked skin in a similar attempt to go lower and plant moist kisses
on the soft flesh and satin hair surrounding her defenseless
vagina.  She could vividly remember how she had screamed for him
to stop and then sobbed that he was acting "evilly" as she had
pulled him back up over her.  He had always taken her the normal,
"right" way after that, but without the fire he had shown before,
and she had always wondered why at the time.
     Was this the reason?  Was it really the kind of animal things
she was viewing in the movie now that it took to please a man?
Tim had ceased his attempt to force her into such unnatural and
debasing acts, but he had become increasingly casual and
indifferent in his love making.  If he'd been drinking as he'd
been tonight, he could be almost cruel and brutal with her, and
occasionally he had actually hurt her!  She did have to admit that
she was prudish in certain respects, and that not once in the two
years of her marriage with Tim had she enjoyed sex like the girl
in the movie was obviously experiencing.  Had she been kidding
herself what it should be like when two people make love?  The
thought raced through her mind against her willwhat should it be
like?  What would it be like?  No ... no ... such abnormal acts
were wicked and that was all there was to it ...
     "See her?" Tim said softly, nuzzling against her cheek.  "If
you'd let me, I could do the same to you ..."
     "No!" his young wife protested, squirming away from his still
teasing fingers on her naked breast.  "No, you know that's not
love, just raw sex!  It ... It's just not right to do!"
     She could feel the moisture begin again between her tightly
pressed thighs and she involuntarily ground her buttocks harder
against the seat to quiet the unwanted, lewd stirrings she felt.
     "But look at the girl's face," Tim continued wetly into her
ear.  "She's letting the old professor screw her, now that she's
hot enough to go up in smoke.  She's enjoying it!  She's enjoying
everything the man's been doing to her.  Christ, honey, she's not
holding herself back."
     "Don't talk like that!" she hissed angrily as the word screw
excited her strangely against her will.  "I'm not frigid.  You
don't have to resort to those horrible things to make a self-
respecting woman like me happy."
     But even as she argued with her husband, her eyes locked on
the view of the once innocent young girl on the bed with her
thighs spread wantonly apart and the older teacher hunched down
between them, his enormous penis sunk all the way up between her
uplifted legs.  The camera angle showed clearly his thick
glistening hardness disappearing into the soft, hair-lined folds
of her widely stretched vagina.  His cock was in almost to its
hilt, only a tiny inch of it remaining in sight, wet and
throbbing.  The professor's buttocks were flexing and hollowing
rapidly as he drove himself hard into the nakedly writhing young
schoolgirl beneath him.  Her slim white legs were wrapped tightly
around his muscular body, her trim ankles locked in a lewd death-
grip over his perspiring back.  His fleshy prick was spearing into
her virginal pussy like a steel rod, bringing groans of
indescribable joy bubbling from her moist full lips.  The girl's
face was contorted in the most depraved picture of pure raw lust
Melanie had ever seen.
     God, how she must feel, the aroused young wife heard herself
think.  And I've never felt that way, I know it!
     Melanie had never seen two people making love before and it
looked so strange to her.  She wondered if this was the way she
and Tim looked, and the thought caused her to squirm slightly and
press her thighs together to hold down the erotic fire mounting
against her will deep in her loins.
     Tim had dropped his hand to massage still more of her aching
left breast into further hardness beneath the covering of her
dress.  She shuddered from his maddening touch, feeling her breath
coming in short, labored gasps now.  His lips were whispering
moist entreaties into her ear, using words she had told him
repeatedly were wrong and obscene, but which were now strangely
exciting to her.  In rising passion, Melanie pressed her thighs
together as tight as she could to extinguish the sinful lusts
growing mercilessly up between her legs.  She wasn't a
streetwalker, a common slut without pride or decency in what she
did, and Tim had no right treating her like she was one
especially on this last night that they'd be together!  She knew
she had to leave the Bijou this very instant or she would find
herself in a situation with an unsober husband she could not
control!  How embarrassing, how utterly humiliating that would be,
to have something happen in front of her new employer!
     "Tim!" she whispered on the verge of hysteria, pulling his
hand from inside her dress.  "We must go!  We must go right now!"
     "For Christ's sake," he snarled bitterly, "What's the matter
now?"
     "I can't take any more of this ... this awful movie!"
     "You've got to be kidding!"
     "I don't care I don't care, please take me home.  Please
don't make a scene, Tim, not on our last night together," she
quavered, tears suddenly filling her eyes."
     "And if I don't go?" he sneered drunkenly, anger smoldering
in his glaring eyes.
     "I'll ... I'll go home by myself!"
     "Gawd Almighty," Tim swore thickly, but he jerked his wife
angrily to her feet, reaching behind him to grab his own coat.
"Then let's get the hell out of here and home, so I can have my
little going away present."  He snickered obscenely as he thought
about it.  "Yeah ... that'll be better than watching a movie."
     "Ohhhh, Tim!"
     He shoved her through to the aisle, his rage still growing
inside him.  "Don't 'Oh Tim' me, you wet blanket.  I'm telling you
now, Melanie, that you'd better be good to me tonight.  Damned
good, you hear?"
     Melanie gave him a cold stare in answer and walked stiffly up
to the lobby, Tim trailing behind her.  Out in the lobby, the
sudden glare of bright lights made her pause for a moment, and
then Tim caught her roughly by the arm.  "C'mon," he growled.
"I'm hotter than a firecracker."
     "Stop being so crude, Tim," she snapped waspishly at him.  "I
ought to say goodnight to the Anderssons.  It's only polite."
     "Well, make it snappy, unless you want to be raped here in
the lobby."
     Melanie was shocked and dismayed by the way her husband was
acting, afraid that it was because of the liquor and the
stimulation of the movie.  The very way Tim was behaving was
reason enough for the young wife to believe such films are wrong
and should be censored, if not banned entirely.  Rigidly, she
crossed towards the refreshment stand which was against the back
wall between the two sets of aisle doors, self-pity and anger
boiling through her.  Oh God, no telling what Tim would be like in
bed considering the mood he was in now!  If only ...
     "Hello, Mrs. Cartwright," a warm, throaty voice said, "Are
you leaving?"  It was Amos Andersson who was speaking to her.
     She blushed, stammering in reply: "Why ... why yes, we are.
Tim has to get up early in the morning to catch his plane, and
..."
     Andersson chuckled appreciatively.  "I understand.  You two
want to be alone, with more important things to do than just
seeing my old movie."
     "Oh no, Mr. Andersson, we enjoyed it very much!"
     "I'm glad you did," Andersson smiled, stroking one end of his
small, clipped mustache.  "But please, call me Amos.  After all,
we're working together now ... Melanie."
     "All ... All right, Mr.I mean, Amos." She dimpled prettily
at the big man who was her new boss.  She guessed him to be about
six-two, and around two hundred pounds.  His thick brown hair,
lovingly rippled into waves, was long over his ears and at the
base of his neck.  He had a wide, handsome face, with a short nose
above a heavy-lipped mouth, a firm chin cut by a deep cleft and
thick eyebrows over small, pale brown eyes.  To Melanie, the
slightly older man was awesomely masculine, so ... well, she
hadn't been able to put her finger on it, other than he had seemed
to her from the first moment they'd met to be overwhelmingly
magnetic.  In that respect, he reminded her of Tim in a more
mature way, of her husband's forceful and pervasive huskiness, and
an odd sort of tingling of animal attraction had hit her in the
pit of the stomach when she'd been interviewed for the job ten
days ago.  Even now, standing as they were in the lobby of his
theater in a very respectable manner, she found herself studying

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him with a detached interest, not as a potential sex mateheaven
forbid the ideabut just as a very attractive and stimulating
male.
     Amos' wife, Syble Andersson, came from behind the candy stand
where she'd been counting change and joined Melanie and her
husband.  She had a throaty, purring voice that the young wife had
always associated with torch singers, like Peggy Lee, and she
thought the woman to be very attractive in that same sensual way.
     "So good of you to come on my last night," Syble cooed in a
light-hearted manner.  "I can't say I'll miss the job, not after
all the years I've spent standing behind there!"
     "Well, I'm hoping I can do half the job you've done, Mrs.
Andersson," Melanie answered diplomatically.  "I'll certainly
try."
     "And you will, I'm sure you will," Syble laughed
encouragingly.  She had a rather narrow face, a straight nose with
a little flare at the nostrils, a generous red mouth, long black
lashes, and neatly plucked eyebrows.  Her hair was sleek and black
and glossy, gathering fully around her shoulders and down over her
ripely rounded breasts.  She was wearing a pale blue dress with a
white starched collar peeking over the severe neckline.  But she
could have been wearing a steel diving suit, and it still wouldn't
have held back the innate sexuality that exuded like perfume from
this provocative woman.  Syble was, Melanie thought, the perfect
mate for such a virile man as Amos Andersson.
     "Melanie!" Tim called out gruffly.  "C'mon."
     "Oh, I better be going," she said nervously, catching the
impatient look in her husband's eyes.  "Goodnight, Amos?  and ..."
     "Syble.  Do call me Syble."
     "And Syble.  I'll be here at seven tomorrow night!"
     "Be looking forward to it, my dear," Amos said genially and
shook her hand.
     Melanie hurried back to her husband, biting her lower lip
with apprehension and embarrassment.  She appreciated the way Amos
Andersson had not acted as if anything was amiss, though it must
have been clear as crystal that there was; and he had been a
gentleman the whole time, rather than acting like a complete idiot
as Tim was doing.  A deep sense of shame still pervaded her entire
being at the way Tim had been touching her so intimately only a
few short minutes before, and the way he was fidgeting around now
as though he were some stud bull unable to behave like a civilized
man.  She had no desire to say another word to him, and she just
hoped that they would get out of here and home before something
worse occurred.  At least at home whatever happened would be
privately between just them ...
     Behind them, and out of range of their hearing, Amos and
Syble Andersson stood in the deserted lobby, admiring the young
couple as they left the theater.  Amos turned to his curvaceous
wife, a sly little grin forming on his lips.  "I," he said lewdly,
"am going to fuck that sweet girl."
     "Amos, you're out of your mind," Syble chided.  "I don't
think you can con her into our bed short of raping her.  She's too
young and naive, and only been married for a couple of years."
     "Sure, but did you catch that idiot she has for a husband?"
Amos chuckled suavely, patting his wife fondly on one firm
buttock.  "Melanie's the kind who, when they fall, fall hard.
It'll be fun trying anyway, even if we don't succeed."
     "We?" Syble asked with a glimmer in her bright eyes.
     "Damned right.  You, my love, are going to help me not only
get that girl, but mow her all the way down until she's ready to
be made a star."
     "Ahhh, a new actress for our pictures!"
     "We've many lovely creatures for our shows, but the ones past
twenty are all so common looking." Amos Andersson sighed
appreciatively.
     "But that little bitch ... ahh, she could make us a fortune!"
     "And you've got a plan ... for us!"
     "Uh-huh, but I'm not going to tell you until we get home.
Show's about due to end, and anyway, it'll do you good to wait for
the details."
     "Why, you horrid tease!  I think you're making this all up!"
     Amos laughed heartily, noting the anticipatory smirk on his
lovely wife's face.  "Nope, I've got a plan, all right.  And my
dear ... when have you ever known me to fail?"
     "Never," she had to admit, smiling.  "Not even once ..."



                       Chapter 2

     Tim Cartwright drove with the car window rolled all the way
down, the cool night breeze ineffectual against the swirling heat
of his inebriation.  The drinks he'd had only a couple of hours
ago were headier than ever in his bloodstream, and were making his
already maddened emotions a hazy blur.  He glanced savagely at his
lovely blonde wife who was sitting far over against the door, and
the sight of her demure, righteous expression enraged him all the
more.  She hadn't talked to him since she'd demanded to leave the
movie, and that was just fine by him!
     Some hot piece of ass he'd married!  Out of bed Melanie
demanded all the little things involved with a story-book romance,
with her teasing and suggestive remarks and her provocative
come-hither looks.  But she was all sham as far as he'd been able
to determine in two years of bedding her; all sugar-coated icing
on a flat, stale cake.
     Goddamn Melanie!  He loved her very much, and he'd be
deliriously happy if only she was a woman, a red-blooded female
who wanted him physically.  His cock and balls were aching for the
loving caress of a sensual wife, but all he'd been able to expect
from her was the responsiveness of a pound of calf's liver.  He
often pictured the ideal situation with Melanie mewling and
moaning with pleasure as he made love to her in a hundred
different ways, and she in turn writhing and sucking and kissing
him with unquenchable lust just like that little teen-age bitch
had been doing in the sex movie.  He could almost feel the creamy
secretions of her nakedly hungry cunt as she whispered his name in
pleading supplication, and he groaned as he drove, gripping the
wheel tightly, knowing all too well that her pussy was as dry and
arid of moist desire as the Sahara Desert in summer.
     Goddamn it!  This was the last night before he went away to
New York City for God only knew how long.  He had to have her!  He
had to and no question about it!  He was going to fuck the shit
out of his young wife tonight whether she liked it or not, come
hell or high water!
     Tim drove more recklessly than was usual after he'd been
drinking, his lewd and obscene desires firing his liquored brain
until he was unable to think of anything except Melanie stretched
out naked on their large double bed.  Christ I'm drunker than I
thought! he told himself, but he didn't care ... he didn't care
about anything except fucking!
     They entered the quiet residential street on which their
apartment house was built, the car tires screaming as he suddenly
braked in the parking lot beside the red brick building.  Still
without a word between them, Melanie and Tim, both tight-lipped,
took the elevator to their sixth-floor apartment.  Melanie stood
to one side and tapped her foot with irritation as Tim fumbled
with the key to the locked door.
     Inside the sparsely furnished living room, Tim drew his wife
to him with an abruptness which surprised her.  Her wetly parted
lips were smothered as he pressed his mouth hotly to her.  She
felt herself go rigid as the warm quivering eagerness of his
tongue bid for entry into her mouth, and then she gently pushed
free of him.
     "I ... I'll make some coffee," she offered in a gasping
voice.
     "I don't want any damned coffee," he snarled down at her.  I
want a drink."
     "But"
     "A drink, damn it!  Can't I have a drink in my own fucking
house?"
     Melanie cringed from his yelling voice, turning around so
that he couldn't see the tears forming in her eyes again.  The
evening was ruined.  Their last few moments together, and it was
ending in bitter and hateful quarreling.  She took off her coat
slowly, and then almost fearfully, she said timidly, "Are ... Are
you coming to bed, Tim?"
     "Damned right I am, baby," he grinned with drunken lewdness
at her.  "Soon as I pour myself a drink.  You go get yourself all
ready for lover-boy.  Because he's rarin' to go tonight!"
     He watched her slump off in the direction of their bedroom,
and then with a disdainful grunt, he stalked to the cabinet where
the bourbon was kept.  He didn't bother to find a glass, but
unscrewed the cap and tilted the glass neck directly to his mouth.
The hot liquor burned all the way down to her stomach, making Tim
feel slightly nauseous for a moment.  He staggered to an easy
chair and sagged down in it, lifting the bottle up to take a yet
greater swallow.  A few seconds later he was rewarded by a
lightheadedness that swirled heatedly through his blood, and he
raised the bourbon still again to take more of the soul-inflaming
alcohol.
     His long, hardened penis was bent mercilessly in his pants,
and he could tell that he was oozing seminal fluid from its
passion-throbbing blunt tip, soaking into a wet stain in his white
underpants.  Never had he felt so hot and intensely aroused, the
combination of the drinking and the lust-arousing SINFUL STUDENTS
film boiling in his mind with ever-intensifying desire.  The pain
in his doubled-up cock was now excruciating to him, and with the
desperation of the drunken man he was, Tim reached down and
fumbled for the fly of his trousers.  The zipper protested,
because the sitting position he was in made for awkward
maneuvering even for a sober person, but slowly he was able to
lower it until his white underpants bulged through the narrow
opening.
     Tim Cartwright looked down at the protruding bulge.  There it
is he said drunkenly to himself.  There was his hard cock with
which he'd fucked his share of girls in school.  He was a damned
good looking guy, and he didn't mind telling himself so, for
enough eager and willing girls had while they'd been rolling in
the sack with him.  He had a tall, broad-shouldered shape to his
lean, muscular body, with a tanned face and a smile that they all
said could have been used in a toothpaste commercial.  He ran his
hands through his rich black hair and stared morosely down at the
aching bulge that was enlarging from the open zipper of his pants,
and Tim thought to himself that a fat lot his good looks and big
cock was doing him now.
     Trembling with pent-up frustration, he touched the swelling
flesh and felt a tremor race through his loins and buttocks.  The
narrow band of thin white underwear seemed to widen of its own
volition as he ran his fingers along its frontal band, the
sensations he was causing himself almost too overwhelming to be
withstood.  His fingers caressed the stiffened cock, its outline
hard against his underwear, and then he pulled the material aside.
Like a steel spring unwinding, the fleshy shaft and blood-swollen
head of his hotly aroused penis shot free and out into the open
air.
     Tim stared with fascination down at his own erect cock,
seeing the lust-bloated hardness quiver with anticipation.  He'd
never seen it bigger!  His fingers caressed his large, rigid
shaft, and the cool air of the living room made it tingle all the
more maddeningly.
     For Christ's sake, this is stupid!  he chastised himself.  I
haven't done this since I was a Boy Scout!  But he continued
almost without conscious effort, the foreskin folding back as his
hand stroked the long burning length of his cock.  Sperm churned
in his hotly tormented scrotum, and he could feel the rising of
his impending cum building in the base of his penis.  He sat in
his living room chair like that for a long moment, staring down at
his rock-hard cock as the full fist of his hand wrapped around its
shaft and pumped up and down with furious speed, his breath
becoming ragged and hoarse.
     It was only then that the drunken young husband realized that
he was too far gone to fight the primeval urges his body was
thrusting upon him, and with a violent surge of salacious lust,
Tim Cartwright leaped to his feet.  He started his desire-wracked
body toward the door to his bedroom, his hand once more enclosing
over the turgid hard length of his erectly pointing cock.  Yes ...
Toward the bedroom and his wife Melanie ... Ready or not, here he
came ...!
     Melanie had gone into the bedroom feeling an overwhelming
sense of sadness and despair.  She began to fold back the sheets
of the double bed, wondering what had gone wrong with the evening
and what she might have done to avoid this awful situation.  Had
she been unfair to make Tim leave the theater when she had?  Was
she being too demanding of him to treat her with respect?  No ...
if anybody was too demanding, it was Tim.  Physically demanding,
she thought, and she shuddered at the knowledge of what would
probably happen to her in just a few minutes.  It seemed to her at
times like now that the only reason Tim married her was for her
body, and that all he ever had on his mind was sex.  He wanted to
make love to her almost every night, and then like an animal at
times.
     Melanie shuddered involuntarily again.  The thought of Tim's
huge, brutal hardness tearing into her defenselessly tight vagina
made her tremble with fright.  Didn't he know how to be gentle and
patient with a woman?  She had been a virgin when she'd married
him, and he certainly had been aware of that better than anyone
else.  She had dated many boys before she'd met Tim, and had
engaged in the usual back-seat petting with a few who had appealed
to her more than others.  She had even on occasion let a couple of
them brush their hands over her full ripe breasts, but despite
their pleadings she had never let it go any farther.  It had
aroused her somewhat, she admitted to herself, but she had always
overcome this by strict concentration on the moral values her
mother had drilled into her.
     Her mother was extremely religious and had made Melanie
attend church with her every Sunday without fail, when most of her
other friends had been running off to play.  Her mother had also
given her persistent warnings on the evils of "s-e-x" and the
innate beastiality of men.  Melanie had told Tim frankly about her
strict upbringing because she wanted to be a giving and loving
mate for him.  All she had ever asked in return was for him to be
patient with her and understand why she didn't believe in
pre-marital intercourse or all the lewdly wicked positions in
which some uninhibited persons indulged.  Tim had promised he
understood and would cherish her wishes ...
     But he had not, taking advantage of her love and trust in him
even before they were married to press his baser instincts.  She
had never gone "all the way" with him during their courtship, but
several times it had been very close, being all she could do to
control the both of them in their moments of passion.
     Often, in compromise, she had let him reach under her sweater
and unfasten her brassiere, and caress her nakedly exposed breasts
while they were petting in the back seat of his car.  One time
they had parked inside the garage of her parent's house where it
was very dark and private, and he had massaged her painfully full
breasts into a maddening hardness until she had allowed him to
slip off her blouse and brassiere.  He had suddenly taken one of
her nipples into his wetly eager mouth, and the gentle playing of
his tongue around the chip-like bud had nearly driven her insane
with new sensations.  She had hardly noticed when his hand had
slipped under her short skirt and had begun to caress her creamy
white upper thighs.
     "No, Tim, no!" she had gasped, sensing that she might not be
able to hold him back this time.  But he had kept on stroking her,
insinuating his outstretched middle finger under the legband of
her thin nylon panties and into the moistly heated slit of her
virginal vagina.  It had started a tingling sensation that she had
never known before, and she squirmed around on the car seat
beneath his hands, her heavy breathing fogging up the window
beside her.
     "Tim, not now, darling, wait for our wedding night ..."
     He had paid no attention to her and she had heard the
metallic sound of his zipper opening.  She had tried to pull away
with a suddenly gripping panic, but his finger between her thighs
had been probing up into her wet vagina, sending electric thrills
of rippling pleasure up through her that froze her to the seat.
She had not been able to move for the moment as the delightful
sensations raced around inside her body, and he had taken this to
mean she had surrendered her will to his abuse.  He had stretched
the elastic legband of her panties farther aside, and suddenly
tried to roll over on top of her to insert his fleshy male
hardness.  At the last possible moment she had clamped her legs
tightly together and trapped his fully exposed penis painfully
between them.
     Tim had struggled like a maniac to pry her thighs apart and
get the tip of his rock-hard penis up into the wetly throbbing
opening of her vagina.  But she had been possessed with the
fearful certainty that she must wait for a wedding ring, and had
struggled with all her strength against his attempting rape.  Just
as he had forced the head of his straining cock under the legband
of her panties and the throbbing blunt tip was poised between the
unwantedly spread lips of her cunt, she had felt it begin to jerk
out of control.  Tim had gasped and she had felt hot, thick liquid
spurt out from the end of his penis and drench her matted pubic
hair with his warm white sperm.  It had covered the insides of her
thighs wetly and had dripped down between her legs to moisten the
car seat beneath her squirming buttocks.
     Tim had emitted a final groan and had collapsed over her body
as she began crying with uncontrollable hysteria.  He had tried to
comfort her but she had refused him to even touch her, feeling
soiled and dirty and humiliated beyond belief.  But later, she had
calmed down enough to realize that Tim was only a man and
controlled by the fevered desires her mother had always warned her
about.  She had scolded him and made him promise never to do that
to her again, reminding him that it was just as much his
responsibility as hers not to let himself get carried away before
they were married.  He had apologized and had never made any
serious attempt on her virginity after that.
     It had been a wonderful wedding night, and she had felt a
complete woman to have been able to give up her virginity to him.
Nothing else in the world had ever felt so good as his hotly
throbbing penis stretching her tiny hymen and then slipping wetly
all the way up inside her belly.  The thrills he had given her
that night had raced too wildly through her for her to think of
her original fears, and she had relaxed her tense inner muscles to
give him greater access to her womb.  With each delightful stroke
he made, she had been able to feel her bridegroom's penis jerking
into greater hardness until at last the white hot semen that had
once spilt all over her outer skin surged in seemingly unending
streams to inundate her inner cuntal walls and fill her belly to
its fullest.
     Yet strangely, she had not felt that mysterious peak of
excitement that she had heard women could enjoy as well as men.
"Climaxes," she'd heard whispered from the lips of her girl
friends; "orgasms," she had read in the few forbidden sex manuals
she'd glimpsed through.  Or maybe she had experienced a cumming
like her new husband had, only she hadn't known it ...  Confused
and bewildered, Melanie had always been too ashamed and reticent
to ever ask about what she might be missing.  Still, it had felt
good for her, and she had always tried to be agreeable when Tim
had wanted her.  And then had come his lurid demands for
perversions, and his increasing estrangement as though he was
tiring of her ...
     God, how times have changed, Melanie thought bitterly as she
smoothed out the bottom sheet and stood up.  Tim's actions during
that dirty movie tonight were the worst yet.  In spite of what
everybody else says, maybe her mother had been right all along ...
     She undressed quickly then, folding her dress and
underclothes in a neat pile on top of the clothes hamper.  As she
waited for Tim to finish drinking and come to bed, she looked at
herself critically in the full-length mirror attached to the wall
beside the bureau.  Melanie Cartwright was a slim woman, about
five feet six inches, and her body was beautifully and
symmetrically proportioned to her size.  Her blonde hair hung
long, and when she let it fall down across her shoulders, it
partially covered her voluptuously full breasts.  She did that
now, thinking that she looked very sensual that way, and almost
brazen.  She swept the hair back up again, studying the creamy
white skin of her breasts and the pink aureoles that made large,
perfect accents for her small, bud-like nipples.  She raised her
arms over her head, stretching her globular breasts taut, and she
looked like some classic nude sculpture from the Golden Age of
Grecian art.
     She stood that way for a long moment, letting her eyes roam
down across the flat plane of her stomach and the cute indentation
of her navel.  The curly blonde hair of her sparse pubic triangle
was silky and golden, highlighting the pink fullness of her
vaginal lips.  And she could see the tiny tip of her clitoris
peeping shyly out from the softly rounded flesh of her cuntal
valley.  She pirouetted lightly, examining the dimpled curve of
her satiny buttocks and the rippling smooth muscles of her calves.
She had long, curvaceous legs which tapered from the firm swell of
her thighs down to her neat little ankles and small, dainty feet.
     I've got a good body, Melanie thought, I really do!  But it
hasn't brought me full physical happiness in two years of marriage
...
     Suddenly the bedroom door burst open, hitting the wall behind
it with a resounding crash.  Tim stood in the doorway, breathing
in every inch of her lovely nakedness.  He had seen her naked
before, of course, but never like this!  Every sensual detail of
her unadorned flesh was lucidly clear to him in spite of his
drunkenness, from her tiny rising nipples down to the soft curls
of her pubic hair that nestled invitingly below her soft white
belly.  His eyes blazed with the uncontrolled lust which was
burning through his loins, and his immense, fully exposed penis
pointing and jerking ahead of him as he moved deliberately across
to where his young wife stood in dreadful apprehension.  He held
his massively rigid cock pointing at her with his hand still
beating frantically up and down its lust-hardened shaft.
     Melanie felt fear clutch at her throat until she thought she
could not breathe.  Dear God!  This was worse than the time before
they were married, when he'd nearly raped her in the car with all
his clothes on, only his zipper down to expose his genitals!  At
least then, he hadn't been flaunting his ... his member at her
like he was now, and playing with himself so wickedly!
     "I've got to have you," he breathed raggedly at her.  "Right
now, right here!"  Melanie cowered back, whimpering with fright.
He stepped closer and then grabbed his naked wife with his free
hand, sweeping her to him despite her protests.  She was hauled
ruthlessly against the hardness of his lust-burgeoning cock, and
she could feel the pounding heat of his rigid penis against her
trembling flesh as she stared abjectly up into his
desire-contorted face.  His eyes were more obscenely glittering
than she had ever seen them before, and his mouth was tightly
drawn back over his teeth like a wild animal ready to pounce on
some unsuspecting prey.
     "Tim!  My God, Tim, please!  You're drunk!"
     "Damn straight, I'm drunk, woman!" he snarled down at her
thickly.  "Drunk from wanting to fuck you!"
     Tim's hands explored her warmly naked body with rough
callousness, clutching and squeezing her soft, sensitive flesh as
his penis throbbed excitedly against her cringing belly.  Melanie
struggled feebly for one panicky moment, but she couldn't fight
his overpowering strength, and she thought desperately that
perhaps if she gave in a little it would help return him to
sanity.  She thrust her moistly parted lips against his mouth and
flicked her wet, pink tongue between Tim's teeth.  He sucked it
hungrily, his own returning kisses burning her like a firebrand.
     "Easy, darling, please be gentle with me ..." she murmured
entreatingly into his ear, but the drunken young husband was
beyond hearing her pleas.  There was no verbal response from him,
just a deep-throated growl of desire rumbling from his throat as
he pulled her cruelly toward the open bed.  She felt herself fall
upon the mattress and roll to one side, and then she dimly felt
him crawl up on the bed beside her, hovering momentarily with an
evil grin of pure lasciviousness spreading across his alcohol and
passion-lined features.
     "Now, damnit, I'm going to fuck you!"
     "No!  Don't!  Don't use that word!"
     "Fuck, baby!  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!
     Tim unbuckled his pants and slipped them down to his knees.
Then he sprawled drunkenly on the covers as he tugged at all his
clothes, and within seconds he was as naked as she was.
     "Please, Tim!  Please be gentle with me!" Melanie's voice
moaned as he leaned over her nakedly defenseless body.  He held
her down against the mattress with one hand and ran the other
greedily over the lush contours of her young flesh, kneading her
ripely succulent breasts with hands he seemingly was unable to
control.  His head dipped down to the tender budding nipples, and
he chewed hungrily at their pink tips until he could feel her
resistance slowly giving way and the sweet taste of her skin
filling his mouth.
     "No, darling, noooooo!" Melanie mewled hopelessly, but her
pleas fell on deaf ears.  Her long blonde hair thrashed from side
to side on the coverlet, her face contorted with torment and fear,
as she cried out over and over until the sounds became nothing but
incoherent mumbles of slurring words.
     Ignoring all of his wife's moaning cries, Tim rolled on top
of her and caught her naked young body as her long slim legs
scissored out in one last desperate attempt to escape his brutal
assault.  Drunkenly, he held her wildly straining body tighter to
the bed, imprisoning her, as the weight of his heavy chest tensed
down upon her like a giant boulder.  His hips fell heavily down
between her full widely-splayed thighs and pinned her jerking
buttocks tightly down against the bed.  The soft fleece of her
curly pubic hair brushed teasingly against his throbbing male
hardness, inciting him to incoherent ravings of drunken lust.  His
knees spread her legs farther apart as he ground his lean muscular
pelvis into her squirming, defenseless loins.
     "I'm going to fuck you silly, baby," he hissed viciously down
at her.  "Yeah, I'm going to fuck you just as if you actually
wanted it!"
     "Ohhhhhhh," Melanie groaned haplessly, knowing she was to be
brutally raped ... Raped by her own unloving husband!
     Tim Cartwright drove his hand down between the fear-trembling
hollows of her soft inner thighs in his mad search to find the
elastic snugness of her cringing little vaginal hole.  He felt the
blunt rubbery head of his cock slip moistly between the sensitive
pink lips of her cunt until, using his fingers to guide it, he led
it directly up against the tight pulsing hole of her pussy.  He
jammed his blood-rigid shaft forward with a groan, shoving it all
the way up inside her soft white belly with one savage lunge of
his driving hips.
     Melanie felt his heatedly pulsating penis forcing its way
along the tender walls of her vagina, pushing her resisting flesh
before its skewering hardness like a sword slicing through meat.
She winced tearfully from the excruciating pain, knowing full well
from previous times that there would be no escape for her, no
let-up of the torture until he had emptied his burgeoning
testicles inside her and mercilessly filled her womb with his lewd
cum.
     Tim rammed forward again, hearing maliciously his testicles
slap up against her twitching up-tilted buttocks.  She ground her
hips against the bed in a futile effort to relieve some of the
brutal pressure, kicking out her legs vainly in the air on either
side of his cruelly impaling body.  "Timmmmm!" she screamed
wildly.  "Oh God, you're hurting me!  Agggghhhhhhhh!  You're
hurting me so much, Timmm!"
     The alcohol-crazed husband grinned obscenely as he heard her
guttural wail of pain that had come bursting helplessly from deep
in her chest.  He pumped his rock-hard penis deeper and faster
into her warmly yielding flesh, his thick shaft of meaty cock
sinking with each demonical stroke all the way into her
fear-quivering pussy, the warm wet walls of her cunt wrapping
tightly around it.
     "That's right, baby!" Tim taunted down at her.  "Scream for
it!"  He flexed again, and asked: "You love it like this, don't
you?"
     "Uhhhhggggg!" she yelled piteously.  "My God!  You're killing
me!  You're killing me!"
     "That's not the right answer, Melanie!" Tim snarled,
thrusting even more savagely down inside her quivering belly.
"You like it, Don't you?"
     "Ohhhhh, yes!  Yes!" the tortured young wife cried out, tears
running freely down her red-flushed cheeks.  She was afraid now of
offending him and making him crueler and more brutal to her than
he was already, and she frantically lied: "Yes!  I like it!  I
like it!  Ohhhhhhh!"
     Tim laughed more harshly in response to her babbling words,
stroking more quickly in and out and pounding her tender,
stretched vagina harder and faster.  He moved his clawing fingers
back to grip her supplely fleshed buttocks and pull her tightly
grinding cunt closer to his driving loins, his vicious thrusts
filling the bedroom with lewd, smacking sounds that blended with
Melanie's continuous moans of torment and pain.  His own breath
became shorter and heavier, blowing out from his tight-lipped
mouth in little gasping puffs, and his naked flesh gleamed wetly
with beads of salty sweat.  He felt himself lose the last
remaining vestiges of self-control, and he howled out wildly: "I
... I'm cumming, baby!  Fuck back!  Ohhh, fuck back!"
     But even as he blurted out his climax, the first powerful
streams of his hot white semen began to erupt from the suddenly
expanding head of his throbbing cock, searing deep up inside the
fleshy well of his wife's tightly pulsating cunt.  His cum spewed
forth with the rolling force of a tidal wave, burning Melanie's
inner belly with liquid fire, drowning every fractional inch of
her raw, sore little pussy until the hot semen spewed out around
her painfully swollen vaginal lips.  Melanie could feel the
trickling sensation of his warm, wet sperm flowing down between
her hair-fringed cuntal crevice and puddle on the clean white
sheets beneath her wildly trembling buttocks.
     And then her husband collapsed, his once-hard cock deflating
rapidly with his momentary satiation.  Tim fell exhausted across
his nakedly cringing wife, one arm splayed wide across the bed and
his legs like rubber limbs nestled between her involuntarily open
thighs.  Melanie stared up at the spent muscular body of the man
above her, and in the wake of his spent-out passions, shame and
revulsion filled her mind, tears falling like rain from her
red-rimmed eyes.
     "Why?" she moaned softly to him.  "Why, Tim ... Why do you
treat me like this?"
     "You'd never understand," he breathed huskily against one
pulsing breast.  "You'll never understand about a man's feelings.
I'm no robot that can take being married to a beautiful woman like
you and having to beg for a decent piece of ass."
     "Don't ... Don't talk like that to me!" Melanie hissed.  "You
wouldn't say or do such things if you loved me!"
     "I love you plenty, baby," Tim responded, feeling anger once
again building in his stomach.
     "Only I married a statue, not a woman!"
     "You ... You're nothing but an animal!  A sex maniac!"
     "An animal?" He raised up over her, his face contorting with
indignation.  "A sex maniac?" He felt his limp penis begin to
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erection as ever.  He heard his fearful wife stifle a cry as she
felt him push his rehardened cock along her semen-matted pubic
hair and down into the moist slit of her lubricated cunt.  "A sex
maniac, am I!" he growled thickly.  "Well, I'll show you just what
a sex maniacan animal sex maniaccan do to a frigid old prune
like you!"
     Tim never even gave her a chance to adjust to his sudden
re-entry deep up into her womb, beginning to fuck immediately in
and out of her like a dog gone wild.  His only thought was to
flood more hot cum deep up inside her where it belonged, and he
vented his raging, drunken lust time after time, spewing her belly
again and again with the thick, white liquid of his sexual
frustrations ...

                           *    *    *

     Meanwhile, in a sprawling ranch house high up on the wooded
hills outside of Greenridge, Syble Andersson switched off the
light in her maple furnished living room and walked into the
lavishly decorated bedroom, where her husband, Amos, was waiting
for her.
     She slipped off her shoes and did a small pirouette in the
center of the room before she padded bare foot to the huge king-
sized bed.  There, she smiled seductively at Amos while she slowly
undid the buttons along the front of her light blue dress.
     Amos' breath sucked in slightly from the excitement of her
provocative strip.  Damn, he thought, there's just no woman like
her!
     Undulating her lithe, firm body, she slid the dress down
along her slender shape until it lay on the carpet at her graceful
feet.  Her eyes were heavily ridded and smoky as she watched her
husband's face while she tantalizingly reached behind her and
unhooked her brassiere.  She pulled the thin cloth cups away from
her firm, full breasts, making sure that the already aroused
berry-sized nipples were the last to meet Amos' hungry eyes.  She
dropped the brassiere on top of the dress and then slipped her
fingers inside the waist-band of her bikini panties and slowly
began to work them down over her long, tapering legs until she was
standing before him entirely naked.
     "You like me, lover?" she purred throatily at him.
     "Christ!  You're a damned whore when you get near a bed!"
Amos gasped appreciatively.  "But hell, I wouldn't want it any
other way, my dear."
     His eyes roamed hotly down over her well-tanned body,
savoring the full swell of her rounded breasts and the fleecy,
dark curls of her pubic hair which framed the moist, pink folds of
her vagina.  She was something else, all right, and in the six
years they'd been married, he had never had such an insatiable
woman who could please him more.  None had ever surpassed Syble in
any way, and that was quite a compliment for Amos Andersson to
give, considering the number of women he'd had in those six years
with her.
     Syble reveled in his openly lustful gaze for a long moment
and then lay down on the satin spread of the huge bed.  She
scissored her legs invitingly wide in a wanton pose, exposing to
his eyes all the moist pink crevice of her hair-fringed cunt.  She
rotated her hips up and then lowering them in a measured, sexually
intoxicating manner.  "Aren't you going to get naked for me,
lover?" she cooed lewdly.
     "You better believe it!" Amos breathed huskily.  He quickly
shed himself of his trousers and shirt, letting his clothes fall
where they would in a disorganized heap on the thick carpet.  He
stood at the edge of the bed and looked down at her voluptuous
nakedness, his long, thick penis standing out rigidly beneath the
taut muscles of his well-developed abdomen.
     "Open wide, my dear ... I'm coming in fast!" he grinned, and
leaped on the bed beside her.
     "Not so fast!" Syble giggled mockingly, rolling out of the
way.  "You were going to fire me up with the plan you've got for
little Melanie Cartwright, remember?"
     "Ah, my dear, but you're torturing me," Amos pleaded good-
naturedly.  He knew this was a game with her and one that they
often played.  He knew she was more than ready, right now, but
that she liked to be coaxed a little before the action began.
"I'll tell you afterwards.  I promise."
     "No, sir," she said, squirming her legs together.  "No
talkie, no fuckie." And then in a seductive coyness, she reached
over and placed one hand around the pulsating thickness of his
upstanding cock.  "You tell me all about it.  I'll just sort of
... amuse myself while you are."
     "Well," Amos said, grinding his teeth together as shivers
raced up and down his spine, "we'll use the old One-Two-Three play
on her.  I think that'll work the best."
     "One-Two-Three?" his naked wife asked as she moved closer to
him across the bed.  Her fingernails scratched lightly over his
long hard cock which was reaching yearningly toward the ceiling,
and Amos groaned and gritted his teeth at her teasing
ministrations of his testicles and penis.  She raised up on her
knees and hovered on all fours with her face poised just above his
squirming loins until he could feel the hot air from her breath,
and then she dipped lower, planting a kiss on the blunt tip of his
penis.
     "Go on, lover," she sighed softly.  "What's One-Two-Three?"
     Again, all that Amos could do was groan and thrust his loins
upwards involuntarily as the warm moistness of her soft lips
closed over the throbbing, sensitive head of his penis.
     "One ... ohhhhh, One will be just me.  I'll ... oh God,
Syble!  I'll ... I'll get her up here all alone and seduce her for
the first time, and then ... Ohhhhhh!"  He lifted his head
slightly to watch her contorting face, and then reached down to
tangle his hands tightly in her hair to guide the rhythm of her
bobbing head.
     Watching and helping her made the wild sensations that much
more exciting to him, and he lustfully gazed at the thickness of
his saliva-gleaming hardness slide up and down between her wetly
ovalled lips.
     "GO-wan, go-wan," she mumbled around his plunging cock,
increasing the swirling of her tongue around the lust-swollen head
of his thick, rigid cock.  "Go on ... what's Two?"
     "Two ... Two is when you ... Ohhhh, and then I ..." Amos
shivered, unable to think coherently as his wife became caught up
with her delicious task and concentrated on taking all of his
heatedly throbbing hardness deep inside her hungry wet mouth.
"Oh, to hell with it," he finally managed to gasp.  "Just suck me
off.  I'll tell you ... tell you later, my dear!"
     He watched hypnotically as the soft flesh of her lips clung
to the rubbery skin of his hardened shaft on every outstroke she
made with her mouth, and then enclosed inward as she sunk the full
length of him all the way to the back of her throat.  Her ripely
dangling breasts danced below her pumping torso, their hard red
nipples brushing tantalizingly across the sensitive flesh of his
belly, adding to the lust-inciting scene.
     "Suck, my dear ... suck!" he hissed, dropping his head back
heavily on the mattress and pretending for a moment the woman who
was sucking his cock so well was the innocent blonde girl he had
hired for the theater.  By God, he'd shove his prick all the way
down to her stomach when he finally got into Melanie.  He'd pump
his hot cum all the way down her throat and into that white little
belly of hers until she burst!
     "Ohhhhhhh, suck!  Suck, Syble, suck!" he grunted to his wife
as she slaved below, her body beginning to gleam from the tiny
droplets of perspiration forming over her skin.  He felt the
pressure growing in his testicles, and knew it wouldn't be long
now before he would cum inside her warm, wet mouth.  He shoved his
loins hard up against her face in his quest for the final climax
that was building ... building deep inside his painfully aching
cock.  He gasped and his lips bared back over his teeth as though
he were being tortured by fire, and then ...
     His big, hard penis began a sudden wild jerking that flooded
his wife's wildly sucking mouth without warning in a torrent of
thick white sperm.  Her cheeks bloated outwards with each bullet-
like spurt as she tried to keep from choking by swallowing as fast
as she could, mewling and crooning all the while around his
thrusting loins.
     With one last savage groan, Amos Andersson emptied the last
of his semen into her lips, but his wife went on nibbling
voraciously, sucking every tiny droplet from the head of his
ejaculating gland.  Gradually, his satiated penis deflated in her
mouth, and Amos threw his arms out to the side in exhaustion, a
great sigh of delight escaping from his lips.  Syble lay for
awhile with her head on his inner thigh, still nibbling gently at
the now limp and useless penis in front of her.  Then she crawled
up over his naked belly, kissed him hard on the lips, and dug her
tongue into his mouth.
     A moment later, she took her mouth away.  "What about number
Two, lover?" she teased softly, smiling down at him with a slight
sparkle of triumph in her eyes.  "What about me and you and number
Two?"
     Amos chuckled contentedly and stretched out with satisfaction
before he answered his wife.  "Simple, my love.  I know you've had
your eye on that tight little Melanie for as long as I have.
Well, what better way of breaking her into our kind of movies than
to show what all sorts of loving can be likeincluding your own
special brand!  No reason why we can't both enjoy her hot young
body, is there."
     "So part Two is when the two of us have her at the same
time."
     "Exactly, and with my little snap-shot camera along for
fun-time photos.  That should take the stuffing out of her for
good!"
     Syble smiled erotically down at her husband, pleased at the
obscene idea he was proposing.  She preferred the hot, hairy
bodies of men and their large, pleasure-giving cocks, but every
now and then she had a lusting for the satiny feel of another
woman's soft curves under her arms and lips.  And lovely blonde
Melanie Cartwright's tender young body had been as arousing to her
as it had been to her husband.  Yes, it sounded delectable, and
she knew how Amos loved to watch her making lesbian love with
another woman just before he joined in to become the third partner
of a depraved seance a trois ...
     "And number Three, lover," she asked in a passionate voice
unmistakably excited by his obscene plot.  "Quick, what is it?"
     "Well, One will be with onemeand Two will be with two,
right?  But Three ... ahh, that might be with more than just
three!  We'll get as many of the boys together as we can, and then
let things happen as they happen, andthe best part will be"
     "Yes?" Syble asked breathlessly.
     "The best part will be that we'll let our color movie cameras
roll the whole time.  We'll do it in the studio out back, and
presto!  We'll have our next full-length feature!"
     "My, you are clever," his naked wife teased.  "We'll
blackmail her into cooperating with the photos of us with her.
When are you going to start in on precious Melanie?"
     Amos thought for a moment, then replied: "I'll have to judge
that as it happens.  It depends on how soon I can get her to trust
me.  Then a little of that marijuana on a balmy, romantic night up
here ..."
     "Wonderful!" Syble chimed in gleefully.  "As long as I can
watch!"
     The lascivious sex film producer began to laugh with lewd
delight, and before she knew it, Syble was joining in with him.
If her husband's cruel seduction worked, and Syble was sure it
would, she would soon be face-deep in the lovely blonde softness
of that young wife's velvet pubic hair.  Syble could feel her
mounting desire just at the expectancy, her already moistening
vagina flowering still more, and her high, round breasts hardening
tautly with tingles of anticipatory passion.  She reached her hand
down and felt her lascivious husband beginning to stir with
renewed desire, his large, thick cock hardening again with rising
excitement.  She grinned, feeling the wetness seeping between her
own throbbing thighs, and knew that it was going to be a long,
delicious night with Amos ...
     Followed by many even longer, more delicious nights with
innocent, unsuspecting Melanie Cartwright.  After all, Syble
silently smiled to herself, doesn't every woman want to become a
movie star?



                       Chapter 3

     One month to the day after Tim Cartwright had flown to New
York City, his wife stood in the ladies room of the Dew Drop Inn,
primping her hair before a large oval mirror over the wash basins.
She was a little inebriated, although far from being drunk, and a
crystal stem-glass filled with a Brandy Alexander stood beside her
elbow on the ceramic ledge of one sink.
     Lord!  she muttered under her breath as she reached for the
glass, she had eaten nothing since a quick lunch, and here it was
after midnight!  The soothing warmth of the Alexanderher third
since she'd arrived at the Dew Drop Innwas causing a slight
tingling sensation to ripple through her blood.  She raised the
glass to her lips and finished the drink in one long sip.  It
tasted good; almost too good, she warned herself, and then she
giggled at the idea of being in danger.  What danger could she be
in here, surrounded by all the richest people of Greenridge and a
guest of Mr. and Mrs. Andersson?  None, of course.  The Dew Drop
Inn was where only the most prominent and civilized of the local
residents ate and drank and danced.  Certainly nothing wrong could
happen to her, she was certain of that.  Why, she was as safe as
if she was in her own home!
     Home ... the one word made her smile bitterly at her
reflection.  Home and Tim were where the last real danger had
been.  The thought of her long-gone husband made her remember
vividly the last night they'd been together, and despite her
promise not to dwell on the awful event, the liquor eased her
defenses enough so that once more she reflected upon his savage
attack.  How could Tim have been so cruel to her, she thought.
Why had he been such a raging animal.
     She glanced around the ladies room and saw that she was still
alone, and in a moment of recklessness she ran her hands over the
sweater-enclosed tips of her round firm breasts.  They had been so
sore and swollen, and her nipples so raw, that she hadn't been
able to wear the softest brassiere without pain for a week.  Her
shoulders trembled as she thought back to the horrible rape of her
body by her husband and the way he had used her as a tool solely
for his own gratification without even the slightest consideration
for her wants or needs.  He had used her like a slavehis own
wifeand the memory sickened her even after all the days which
had passed since then.  Tears brimmed in her eyes as she recalled
his last parting words just before he'd angrily stormed out the
door with his suitcase.  She could still hear his voice ringing in
her ears as he'd yelled at her:
     "I don't think you could make any man happy.  Maybe when I'm
in New York I'll go out and get myself some slut off the street
who'll give me the loving I need!"
     Dear God, would he?  Has he?  His letters had been so
infrequent and vague, his answers to her own almost daily letters
sometimes ignoring the most important parts.  This was deeply
distressing to Melanie, and she sometimes had difficulty in
sleeping at night, wondering if Tim still cared for her and was
being faithful to their marriage.
     She looked again down her slim body, provocatively dressed as
it was in the short mini-skirt and thin pullover which Mr.
Andersson had said was her theater uniform.  The rounded peaks of
her breasts stood out defiantly, and she could almost see the taut
curve of her buttocks where they flowed gracefully into her firm
legs, the hem-line of her skirt being so daringly high.  She was
proud of her youthful, curvaceous body, and yet it was the reason
for all her troubles.  If she could have been a Plain-Jane, she
would probably have been settled down with children and happily
married to some average fellow.  She would never have attracted
such a popular boy as Tim, but then she would never have been
cursed with being wanted just for her striking beauty.
     The hazy effect the brandy was producing seemed to simplify
things into an either-or kind of situation in her mind.  She
turned around and started for the door of the restroom, and as she
stepped out into the dim warmth of the Dew Drop Inn, she
fleetingly wondered if there couldn't be a middle ground somewhere
in between where she could find true happiness ...
     Melanie threaded her way unsteadily through the ring of
small, intimate tables which surrounded a polished dance floor.
Over in one corner was her table, the one she was sharing with
Amos and Syble Andersson.  This was the first time that she had
been with them socially, and though she had been reluctant at
first, she was now glad that she had accepted their invitation and
pleased that they had asked her to join them.
     Both the Anderssons, especially Amos, were so understanding
and nice to talk to, and Melanie couldn't help feeling that her
new employer had a real interest in her welfare.  When she had
gone to work that evening, Amos had invited her to a party at his
house, which, he said, was being held after the theater closed for
the night.  She had made excuses at first, declining the
invitation because she had never liked to drink much and would
have preferred a quiet time at home alone.  But Amos had persisted
in his genial and persuasive way, saying that he was meeting Syble
for a cocktail after work, and the least Melanie could do was have
one with them.  She realized then that his invitation was really a
good-natured attempt to get her out of the shell of self-pity into
which she had withdrawn.  For this, the lonely young wife was
grateful to him, and had then accepted for both the cocktail and
the party, suddenly wanting a few gay hours to help take her mind
off of Tim's absence and seeming neglect.
     At first she had been very nervous in the Dew Drop Inn,
feeling improperly dressed in her scanty skirt and sweater, but
there'd been no chance to rush home and change, and Amos had
laughingly told her that it was too dark for anybody to be that
inquisitive anyway.  She had also felt unsettled at just being out
like this, alone and without her husband, even though Amos and
Syble were only good friends.  But, after a drink had calmed her
nerves a little, she had mused that if Tim didn't think enough of
her to return her daily reminders of love, then perhaps she
deserved an innocent diversion like this.
     "Well," Amos Andersson said expansively as she approached, "I
thought for a minute you'd gotten lost.  I was about to send a
Saint Bernard out looking for you with a cask of Brandy
Alexanders.  Female Saint Bernard, of course."
     "No, no," Melanie giggled, sitting down.  "You know how long
it takes women to freshen up."
     "Ah, how well I do," the handsome man sighed with
exaggeration, and then winked broadly at his wife.  "But you're
back, my dear, and just in time for another round of drinks."
     "But really, I don't think"
     "Nonsense!" Amos boomed, signaling for a waiter.  "Syble has
to leave in a few moments to drive some of the guests to our
house, so we'll just have time for one more quick one.  Waiter,
bring us two scotch-and-waters and one Brandy Alexander."
     "You like the Alexanders, Melanie?" Syble asked.
     "Oh yes, very much.  I ... don't like the taste of liquor
very much, but these are very smooth and refreshing.  I should
have discovered them before.  Thank you for suggesting them, Mrs.
Andersson."
     "Do call me Syble," the older woman purred.
     "That's for sure," Amos chimed in, a slight red flush of
alcohol covering his cheeks.  "We're out for a good time tonight.
Let's eat, drink, and be merry as the saying goes, because we're
all good friends together.  Melanie, Syble and Amos.  One-Two-
Three.  Yes, siree."
     The new round of drinks appeared, and after she had sipped
almost half of her brandy, Melanie noticed that the lack of food
was finally making a difference.  She was really beginning to feel
the liquor, but in a most pleasant manner as she relaxed and some
of her mental caution disappeared.  She soon found herself having
a very animated conversation with both the Anderssons.  Amos was
witty and could converse artfully on a dozen different subjects,
and even his slightly naughty risque jokes didn't offend her, but
set her laughing delightfully.  He was a very nice, very handsome,
very urbane man whom she was finding herself liking more and more.
A rapport with Syble also developed easily, and they were soon
discussing the latest fashions and what it would be like to take a
round-the-world cruise.
     Melanie was enjoying herself more with every passing minute,
feeling giddy and light-headed and almost carefree for the first
time since Tim had departed.  She was extremely happy that she'd
agreed to go along tonight, and was looking forward to the rest of
the night up at the Andersson house.
     "Why don't you ask Melanie to dance, Amos?" Syble suggested
as the conversation hit a momentary lull.  "I have to leave in
just a moment and want to finish my drink, but you shouldn't let
such good music go to waste."
     "An excellent suggestion," her husband agreed with a smile,
and rose from his chair to offer Melanie his arm.  "Shall we, my
dear?"
     "Well ..." She hesitated, but then thought if Syble had
suggested it, it must be all right.  "I'd love to, Amos."
     He led her out to the dance floor where the small combo was
playing one of the quiet old favorites.  She was taken by surprise
when he curled her warmly in his arms, pushing the sharp, full
tips of her breasts deeply into his chest.  She wasn't sure how to
react at first, and stiffened automatically as he hugged her
close.
     "Don't be afraid, my dear," her boss whispered warmly into
her ear.  "I'm not planning to bite you."
     Melanie's face flushed in the dimness of the dance floor as
she felt him push forward harder and spread her legs slightly so
that the mound of her loins were forced against the top of his
thigh.  The soft silkiness of her dress seemed to hide nothing
from her senses and she could feel the resilient flesh of her
right thigh brushing tightly between the older man's legs as they
moved slowly in time to the music.  Inadvertently, she made
contact with the softness of his trousered penis, and with a
start, she felt a slight stirring of his manhood beneath his
pants.
     "We ... we shouldn't be dancing like this, Amos.  It ... It
doesn't look too good to be this close, and your wife might
object."
     "Oh, she won't care," Andersson said in an offhand way.  "She
doesn't care what I do."
     "B-But you're a married man," she stammered in a whisper.
"And ... and I'm married, too."
     "Yes, my dear," Andersson replied with oily smoothness.
"That always makes it more exciting, don't you think?"
     Melanie suddenly lost her tongue, surprised as she was by his
strange-sounding words to her.  Before she could think of a proper
answer, the music stopped and the combo leader announced it was
time for intermission.
     "Your husband is a very good dancer," Melanie managed to say,
trying to cover the blushing she was feeling in her cheeks.
     "Syble is too," Andersson said, smiling broadly.  "Used to be
the best in Vegas, and not too many years ago, either."
     "Don't listen to him," Syble said to Melanie.  "When a man is
as good a leader as he is, I could have two club feet and still
dance well." She tipped the glass of scotch to her lips and
drained it in two swift swallows, then collected her purse and
stood up.  "Well, I must be off."
     "Oh," Melanie said, "must you?"
     "If you want a party tonight, I do.  I'm not sure when I'll
get back, so you go ahead and have another drink, and I'll see you
all at the house later on."
     "Goodbye, dear," Amos said, and kissed his wife lightly on
the cheek.  He knew there was no turning back for the young wife
sitting next to him now.  With Syble leaving, the stage was set
for his seduction, just as they'd been planning for the last
thirty days.  Yes, he was going to enjoy playing husband this
evening with Melanie, now that his own wife had made her excuses
and left.  A slight twinge of anticipation rippled between his
thighs as he pictured little Melanie nakedly groveling before him.
     "Well," he said warmly, turning his attention to the lovely
young innocent sitting next to him, "Here's to us, Melanie.
Here's to us and our getting to know each other better before the
night's over."
     Melanie tipped her glass to his and took a large, deep drink
of her Brandy Alexander, her eyes sparkling at her handsome boss
over the rim of her cocktail.
     Another round of drinks was brought, and the two of them
continued to sit in the Dew Drop Inn, talking for almost half an
hour.  For some reason Melanie couldn't explain, she was beginning
to feel uneasy about being alone with Amos Andersson.  She already
felt wicked and worldly for being out with another maneven
though it was not a datebut it was something else bothering her
slightly which she couldn't quite put her finger on.  She knew
that it was perfectly all right in this day and age for her to be
in the company of a nice man like him, as it might not have been
in her mother's day.  She knew nothing would happen, just as she'd
told herself in the ladies room, and Amos Andersson had been the
very soul of gentlemanly discretion.  Yet still there was a
pervading air of something wrong, something deliciously wrong as
though she were skirting some forbidden fate.  She tried to recall
what might have caused it, but she could find nothing on which to
base her small twinge of apprehension.  As she set her glass down,
she decided to relax and stop being such an old wet blanket, and
that the tingling sensations in the depth of her belly were only
the result of one too many Brandy Alexanders on an empty stomach.
     "Well, my dear," Amos Andersson eventually said, "shall we
drink up and be on the way to my house?"
     "Yes," she replied gratefully.  "Yes, let's.  Maybe your wife
will be there with the guests by now."
     "Perhaps," Andersson said suavely, but inside his head he was
thinking: not a chance, little one.  Syble won't be where you can
see her, and there won't be any guests around to save you now ...!

                           *    *    *

     The ride to the Andersson home was beautiful, Melanie thought
as she sat beside Amos in his large convertible.  The road wound
through the lovely wooded hills in back of Greenridge, and she
could see out of the windows the flat-lands below with their
myriad of twinkling city lights shining like a thousand fireflies.
She was impressed by the rolling, well-landscaped grounds around
his spacious house when they arrived.  But it was quiet, and the
house was dark, with no cars parked in the large driveway, and
Melanie realized that her employer's lovely wife had not yet
returned from picking up the other guests.  Amos noticed this as
well, and as he drew up the car in front of the double-doored
garage, he said jovially, "Well, my dear, we're on our own for a
while longer.  Come on in, and I'll get things ready for the
party, hmmm?"
     He shut off the powerful engine, and was hardly out of his
side of the car before he was opening the door for her.  He
offered his hand, and Melanie had a fleeting urge to refuse the
proffered assistance, but then she took it and allowed the older
man to help her out.  They walked up the driveway to a crushed
oyster-shell path which led around an outcropping of moss-covered
rock.  She could hear a soft trickling of water as a stream fell
pleasantly over the rocks and flowed into a small Oriental pool.
The path had a wooden bridge over the water, and then came to the
front porch, where a massive wood door was recessed in green tiled
framework.
     Amos opened the front door, and Melanie followed him into the
living room, where he switched on the overhead lights.  The lamps
were soft and warm, easing Melanie's small sense of apprehension,
and she gazed around in wonder at the size and luxury of the room.
All of the furniture except for a long white English lounge were
of the finest Early American maple.  One whole wall was glass,
with sliding panels so that a person could step out onto the
flagstone patio beyond.  A large oil painting of the modernistic
school hung prominently near a white porcelain fireplace.
     "Sit down, my dear, and make yourself comfortable," Andersson
said as he crossed the room to a maple console.  "Slip out of your
shoes, why don't you?  I'm sure your feet must be tired after
standing on them all evening."
     "Thank you." Melanie answered, and she did as he suggested,
removing her flats and then sitting down on the couch.  She drew
her bare legs up under her on the cushion, and primly tried to
pull her short mini-skirt down as far as it would go.
     Andersson leafed through a record album and said over his
shoulder: "Would you like a little music while we're waiting?"
     "That would be nice," she replied, dimpling.  "Something soft
and soothing, if you have it."
     "I most certainly do, my dear." In a moment, violins and
muted horns drifted across the room like a cloud of relaxing
warmth.  "Percy Faith, I hope you like him?"
     "Oh yes, very much." She tucked her legs further beneath her
as Amos Andersson came over and sat down on the couch.  She was
pleased to see that he didn't try to sit next to her, but actually
sat a little further away than was socially necessary.  She had
been foolish, she thought to herself.  Amos was a handsome,
appealing man with a certain allure which fascinated her, and that
was the only reason for her slight uneasiness.  Herself!  And
certainly she wasn't going to do anything wrong!
     "It is nice, my dear, it is indeed." Andersson closed his
eyes and tapped his fingers on the arm of the couch as though the
only thing in the room were the strains of the music.  For all his
aching desire to thrust his rapidly hardening cock up into the
narrow slit of her tight little cunt, he knew that to suddenly
attack her would be the worst plan he could follow.  She would
have been pawed half to death by school-boy dates and more than
likely by that oaf of a husband of hers, and he figured correctly
that before any physical conquest of her tender young flesh, he
would have to lessen her mental barriers with a sophisticated
approach.  And he had just the thing to do it with, too ...
     He picked up a scrolled silver cigarette case from the table
beside him and opened its hinged lid, selecting a thin brown
cigarette from its contents.  He held out the case.
     "Have a cigarette, my dear?"
     "No, thank you.  I have my own in my purse."
     "I noticed that you are just about out.  Please try one of
mine and see how you like them.  They're as mild tasting as your
filter-tips, only with more flavor."
     "Really?  What kind are they?"
     "Mexican, my dear," Andersson said, and then to reassure her,
he added: "The soil down there makes the tobacco look different."
     "Well, I"
     He urged the case closer to her hesitating fingers.  "Just
take a few puffs slowly and see, my dear.  Go ahead.  If you don't
like it, put it out, and I'll mix you a drink."
     "All ... All right," she answered falteringly, and took a
cigarette, bending her head so that Amos could light it for her.
     "Slowly, slowly," Andersson instructed her.  "That's the way
they taste better."  Melanie watched him as he took a drag and
inhaled very gently.  She followed his example, and found a
strange but not unpleasant taste.  She inhaled deeper on the next
puff and held it down a few seconds.  After three or four
inhalations, she could hardly feel it go down her throat at all,
it was so smooth.  She continued to smoke, holding the air down
for as long as she could each time ...
     "Do you feel anything?" Andersson asked blandly as she neared
the end of her first cigarette.
     "Why yes, I do.  I feel ... feel very nice," Melanie said in
a voice that didn't seem to be her own.  She glanced at the man
sitting beside her, and he suddenly looked to be miles away.
"What ... What kind of cigarette did you say this was, Amos?"

From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Feb 26 18:14:45 1997
     He answered with a soft chuckle.  "Marijuana."
     "Marijuana!"  She had heard about the drug only fleetingly,
and then mostly to do with its being smoked at wild parties.
"Will ... Will this make me do things I don't ... I don't want
to?"
     "No, of course not, my dear," Andersson scoffed.  "You smoke
it because it doesn't make you dull and sleepy like alcohol can.
It leaves you mellow and feeling smooth, that's all.  Isn't that
how you feel now?"
     "Yes, Amos, yes it does ..."
     Andersson smiled back at her, passing her another thin brown
cigarette to replace the one she'd smoked.  Without thinking,
Melanie pressed it to her lips and pulled deeply, feeling this one
heightening the pleasant sensation the first had caused.  She felt
strangely and euphorically bodyless and liked it, and the longer
she held the curling smoke in her lungs, the softer her world
became.  She noticed the lights of the room becoming fuzzy, but
the thin, brown cigarettes had dulled any fears she had about what
she was doing ... or should be doing.  She was beginning not to
mind anything now with the delicious warmth of the marijuana
filtering through her blood and mixing headily with the alcohol
she had already consumed.  She could feel her flesh tingling all
over deep inside ... deep down where she had never felt anything
before in her life ...
     The corrupting movie-maker caught the almost imperceptible
relaxing of Melanie Cartwright's natural defenses, and inwardly
gloated with obscene delight.  He continued to talk with her as he
watched her smoke the strong marijuana, his tones as warm and calm
as the music and the cigarettes.  He was experienced in the
sensing of the most subtle of moods, knowing perfectly when to
retreat or advance, and he moved inexorably from innocuous
subjects at first to other, more intimate discussions.  He was
well aware that even the mention of sexual things would produce a
passionate response in the drugged soul of this innocent young
woman and cause a sensual tingle which would fill her slender,
firm body until she would not be able to resist it ... Or him ...
     "How are you feeling now, my dear?" he asked, handing her a
third marijuana cigarette.
     "I feel so wonderful, Amos.  I wish I never had to go home."
     "It must be miserable, there all alone without a man."
     "Even with Tim, it's" Melanie caught herself just before
she blurted out all her innermost troubles.  She put the back of
one slim hand to her mouth in a gesture of silence.
     Andersson moved closer, sliding himself across the cushions
of the couch until he was almost touching her voluptuous young
body.  "What is it, my dear?" he asked in a soothing voice.  "Tell
me, what is the problem.  Maybe I can help you."
     Melanie shook her head, taking another deep puff of her
cigarette in an effort to still her beating heart.  "N-No," she
managed to whisper.  "I ... I can't tell."
     "You should confide in somebody, Melanie.  I can see that
you're very upset about Tim for some reason, and it's no good to
keep it bottled up inside you."
     "M-Maybe not, but I can't."  She swallowed thickly, her mind
dreamy from the effects of the marijuana and brandy.  "It ... It
has to do with sex, you see."
     "Everybody has sex lives, my dear.  In this day and age of
sexual freedom, sex is talked and shown everywhere you go.  Look
at the advertisements, the books, the movies I show at my theater.
You shouldn't be afraid to talk about sex with me ..."
     Melanie was dimly aware of Amos Andersson touching her
shoulder with his hand and draw her closer to him.  His arm feels
good, she thought to herself, and so comforting ... She pulled
again on the cigarette in her lips.  The musky odor of Amos'
cologne filled her nostrils, stimulating her more, and she allowed
herself to be pressed close against the firm supporting chest of
her employer.  She lowered her head against his muscular leanness
and thought wretchedly of her marriage to Tim and how he hadn't
held her in such a warm embrace for an awfully long time.
     Amos felt the soft, resilient flesh of the unsuspecting young
wife press tightly to his own body, and her firmly ripened breasts
pulsing against his chest.  He let the soft strands of her
honey-colored hair brush against his nostrils as he whispered to
her: "Maybe I can help, Melanie ...  Please let me help you ..."
     "No," she moaned against him.  "No, nothing can make it
right."
     "Shhh, you're getting too upset, my dear ..."
     "Oh, Amos, I'm miserable!" she heard herself mewl
involuntarily.  "I'm so terribly miserable!"
     "Then tell me about it, my dear.  You'll feel better ..."
     Then, haltingly, she found herself unable to stop from
pouring out her heart to him.  Even though she knew she should be
more discrete about her marital secrets, she was gripped by an
overwhelming urge to confess to this strong handsome man who was
holding her as her father had after a nightmare.  Perhaps it was
his soft, reassuring voice, or the influences of the brandy and
the cigarettes, but whatever was urging her on, it was
uncontrollable, and she unburdened her misery to Amos Andersson.
She told him in half-sobbing, broken words about what had happened
to her that last night before Tim had left for New York, and the
nights which had preceded it in her less-than-perfect marriage,
and she even included the sordid incident in Tim's parked car when
they'd been engaged.  It all came out, and when she was finished,
she pressed her tear-streaked face tight against Amos' chest,
sobbing as though her heart was broken.
     The lecherous older man stroked her hair lightly in gentle
comfort, and then he stroked the satiny skin of her arm, a small
smile playing across his handsome tanned features.  So ... just as
he thought!  A rutting boar of a husband, and a frigid mother!
And yet, he could tell that irately Melanie was a very passionate
woman beneath her surface, only waiting for the proper combination
to stroke her furnace to the boiling point.  And he was just the
man to do it.
     By God, he was ... and would be tonight!
     In the same tone of voice as he'd been using all along,
Andersson said softly into her ear, "Don't think about it any
more, my dear.  Don't think about how your husband took you all
those times so brutally ... Don't think how he hurt you inside
..."
     Despite herself, Melanie was beginning to slowly experience
an almost soporific dream as she remained huddled in Andersson's
strong, gentle embrace.  His words were soothing and hypnotic to
her, and though she was aware that he was telling her not to think
of what she had done and felt with Tim, the visions were more
clear in her mind than ever.  She didn't want to think about it,
but she couldn't seem to help herself.  She clutched the thin
material of Andersson's shirt, finding security in his masculine
nearness and the gentle stroking of his hand on her bare arm ...
     Andersson could feel her warmly throbbing breasts harden
beneath her thin sweater, and he knew his words were having the
desired effect on her mind.  She was thinking about it, seeing her
and her husband mentally, and the images were causing her
unmistakable, if unwanted, arousal in her body.  It's working, he
thought gleefully.  I'm going to fuck this bitch yet!
     "Don't think how he would press his naked body down on yours
and force his hardened penis deep up inside your tender vagina
with brutal force.  Don't think how he would pump up and down
frantically inside you ..."
     Strangely, perversely, the images of Tim raping her painfully
swollen pussy came back to her a hundredfold.  The marijuana and
brandy swirled heatedly through her bloodstream, and her
nerve-ends seemed to tingle for reasons she could not understand.
She could feel a taunting tendril of some unmentionable sensation
creep slowly through her loins, and a strange moistness seep out
from between her tightly clenched thighs to wet the soft white
nylon of her panties.  Her nipples were hardening under her
brassiere, even though she willed them not to with all her
strength.  The images continued to grow of their own volition, and
Amos was too close, too exciting ...
     "Don't think about you and Tim, Melanie.  Don't think about
how he was fucking you.  Yes, fucking, my dear ... fucking is
exactly the right word to describe how he slid in and out of your
sweet little cunt until he came with his sperm deep up inside you
..."
     Andersson could feel Melanie trembling beneath his arm, and
now with other emotions than just misery and shame, he thought
victoriously.  Her loneliness, her physical needs, the aphrodisiac
marijuana, and the alcohol in her blood were all working in
harmony, on her basic sensual nature, breaking down the barriers
of her false prudishness and baring the hot, wild woman beneath.
He couldn't control his eagerly pulsating cock from leaping into
full erection at the idea of sliding his own male hardness up
inside the pussy which her husband had foolishly rejected.  Damn,
he couldn't wait another moment!  She was breathing faster and
faster with every word he cooed into her ear, and if there was
ever going to be a time to make his play for her, it was right
now!
     Now was the time to strike!



                       Chapter 4

     "No, Melanie," Amos Andersson whispered with rising heat.
"No, don't think about how your husband fucked you.  Think how
much better it will be when I make love to you!  No man has ever
made love to you ... gentle, blissful love ... but I will.  I'll
show youlead youto the joys you've missed."
     He pulled her on her side so that they were facing each other
on the long, wide couch, and then he ground his loins tightly into
hers, sliding his hand up over the soft roundness of her buttocks
beneath her short mini-skirt.
     "Oh, Amos, no!" Melanie whimpered into the wetness of his
mouth as he leaned over and kissed her hard upon the lips.  She
tried to pull away from him, but she could not seem to find the
energy to resist his caressing touch and delicious kiss, the evil
effects of the marijuana gluing her to his arms.  She squirmed
against the cushion of the couch, forcing the crotch band of her
panties deeper into the crevice of her inner thighs.  Its
smoothness excited the sensitive pink lips of her vagina.  She
could feel tiny throbs beginning to pulse in the little bud of her
clitoris, and she bit her lower lips tightly to hold back the
forbidden sensations that were slowly building up between her
legs.  Dear God, what was happening to her?
     Her alcohol and marijuana-dazed body stiffened as she felt
her handsome employer begin massaging her softly trembling
buttocks from behind.  As he ground his loins harder against her,
his mouth still locked wetly to hers, she gasped and held her
breath, feeling the rising hardness under his pants pressing into
her own unwantedly moistened genitals.  She clenched her eyes
tightly shut, fighting her new unquenchable passions, but the soft
fingers of his hand nipping teasingly against her inner buttocks
and the hardness of his pulsating penis grinding into her loins
brought further moans of helpless submission to her lips.
     "Oh, Amos, please don't," she mewled as she felt more lewd
delicious feelings rippling across the surface of her flesh.
"N-No one but my husband has ever touched me like this!"
     "Always a first time for every thing, my dear," he laughed
softly, dropping his other hand down between their tightly merged
bodies to the flatness of her belly.
     "Ohhh, don't do this to me please!" she sobbed.  Her body
jerked slightly as she felt Andersson's fingers hooking and
sliding the material of her short skirt up the front of her naked
thighs.  She moaned and tried again to pull away, using all her
will power to overcome the strange new sensations that were
unwantedly building up deep in the pit of her stomach.
     "My dear, what you need is to be made love to properly for
just once," Andersson whispered.  "Just once.  You'll never have
to be unhappy with what you're getting at home again!"
     Melanie gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her
skirt reach the top of her skirt reach the top of her thighs and
his fingers suddenly come in searing contact with the softness of
her naked flesh.  An electrifying shock danced along the nerves of
her inner thighs as she felt him trying to slip his fingers slowly
under the tight elastic leg band of her panties.  She squirmed
desperately but futilely against the unyielding strength of his
embrace, whimpering as the full impact of this handsome older man
wanting to make love to her burst through the lulling effects of
the marijuana and brandy.  God, what had come over him?  And
worse, what had come over her?  They were both married, and just
because her husband was three thousand miles away was no excuse
for her to act like some whore!  She had to get out of this awful
mess before it was too late!
     "Please, Mr. Andersson," she sobbed helplessly, cringing
against the back of the couch.  "Oh, please let me go!  I feel
like a fool behaving this way with you.  I love Tim no matter
what, and I can't do anything I'd be sorry for later.  I just
can't, Mr. Andersson!"
     "Amos, my dear.  Call me Amos, remember?" He smiled
paternally down at the fearful young wife.  "And why can't you
enjoy yourself a little on the side?  Nobody would know.  Your
husband is out in New York, and besides, he's probably balling
some pick-up he's made in a bar right now!"
     Melanie moaned in self-pity.  The suspicions she'd been
harboring about Tim being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like
a dagger as she heard Andersson's words.  "I-I don't care," she
said miserably, knowing she did.  "I would know what I had done,
and that would be enough.  I'd never be able to face my husband
again!  I've gone too far as it is!"
     "Too late, my dear," Andersson chuckled with a cold, cruel
glint in his eyes, as he decided to really take the initiative, "I
want you, and deep down inside you know you want me to make love
to you.  And by God, that's what's going to happen."
     Melanie tried to speak, but she couldn't, only able to press
herself tightly back against the couch in disbelief.  She watched,
mesmerized, as he began stripping his clothes from his body with
his free hand.  She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the
horror, but before she could find the strength, he was completely
naked.  His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath the firm
muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy,
blunt spear.  He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down
with one hand, and stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back
and forth over the bulbous head of his hardened cock with the
other.
     "Bet your husband never had anything like this to slide into
you," he gloated proudly.  He continued his tormenting of the
terrified girl, watching the contorted expressions of fear and
unwilling arousal cross over her face.
     Melanie tried to avert her eyes, but against her will, she
found that her gaze was dropping again to the hard fleshy erection
he was holding in his hand.  God, it was thick!  In spite of her
fear, her drugged mind wondered how a woman could take such a
thing inside of her without being split completely apart.
     Andersson was built and he knew it, and he hunched near her
for a moment longer reveling in the awe the size of his cock was
bringing to her eyes.  Then he leaned over her and hissed, "Are
you going to take your clothes off or shall I do it for you?"
     Melanie gasped and held her breath as she felt the hem of her
skirt reach the top of her thighs and his fingers suddenly come in
searing contact with the softness of her naked flesh.  An
electrifying shock danced along the nerves of her inner thighs as
she felt him trying to slip his fingers slowly under the tight
elastic leg band of her panties.  She squirmed desperately but
futilely against the unyielding strength of his embrace,
whimpering as the full impact of this handsome older man wanting
to make love to her burst through the lulling effects of the
marijuana and brandy.  God, what had come over him?  And worse,
what had come over her?  They were both married, and just because
her husband was three thousand miles away was no excuse for her to
act like some whore!  She had to get out of this awful mess before
it was too late!
     "Please, Mr. Andersson," she sobbed helplessly, cringing
against the back of the couch.  "Oh, please let me go!  I feel
like a fool behaving this way with you.  I love Tim no matter
what, and I can't do anything I'd be sorry for later.  I just
can't, Mr. Andersson!"
     "Amos, my dear.  Call me Amos, remember?" He smiled
paternally down at the fearful young wife.  "And why can't you
enjoy yourself a little on the side?  Nobody would know.  Your
husband is out in New York, and besides, he's probably balling
some pick-up he's made in a bar right now!"
     Melanie moaned in self-pity.  The suspicions she'd been
harboring about Tim being unfaithful to her pierced her heart like
a dagger as she heard Andersson's words.  "I-I don't care," she
said miserably, knowing she did.  "I would know what I had done,
and that would be enough.  I'd never be able to face my husband
again!  I've gone too far as it is!"
     "Too late, my dear," Andersson chuckled with a cold, cruel
glint in his eyes, as he decided to really take the initiative, "I
want you, and deep down inside you know you want me to make love
to you.  And by God, that's what's going to happen."
     Melanie tried to speak, but she couldn't, only able to press
herself tightly back against the couch in disbelief.  She watched,
mesmerized, as he began stripping his clothes from his body with
his free hand.  She wanted to close her eyes to shut out the
horror, but before she could find the strength, he was completely
naked.  His thick, hard penis stood out from beneath the firm
muscles of his tanned abdomen like the menacing shaft of a heavy,
blunt spear.  He leaned toward her, still holding her thighs down
with one hand, and stroking the heavy uncircumcised foreskin back
and forth over the bulbous head of his hardened cock with the
other.
     "Bet your husband never had anything like this to slide into
you," he gloated proudly.  He continued his tormenting of the
terrified girl, watching the contorted expressions of fear and
unwilling arousal cross over her face.
     Melanie tried to avert her eyes, but against her will, she
found that her gaze was dropping again to the hard fleshy erection
he was holding in his hand.  God, it was thick!  In spite of her
fear, her drugged mind wondered how a woman could take such a
thing inside of her without being split completely apart.
     Andersson was built and he knew it, and he hunched near her
for a moment longer reveling in the awe the size of his cock was
bringing to her eyes.  Then he leaned over her and hissed, "Are
you going to take your clothes off or shall I do it for you?"
     "D-Don't touch me," Melanie finally managed to stammer
through her immobilizing euphoria.  But she knew there was nothing
to do to stop him now, for the small part of her mind that was
still rational was far too weak to fight both his strength and her
own body's strangely rising sensations.  This naked man was going
to ravish her helpless flesh no matter how much she pleaded with
him not to!
     He reached out and drew her hard against him, cupping her
terrified young face in his palms.  With a triumphant grin he
pressed his wet lips tightly down over hers again, thrusting his
tongue deep into the warm depths of her mouth.  She sagged limply
on the couch, feeling the hardness of his fully exposed penis
digging into the softness of her stomach.  A last faint thought of
trying to tear herself away flickered hopelessly through her mind,
but faded with the tender caress of his hands pressing into the
sides of her cheeks.
     "That's my lovely girl," he breathed into her mouth softly.
"I'll be nice and easy ... so gentle with you.  You'll see."
     Melanie was dimly aware of his hands leaving her face and
snaking around her body to the hemline of her sweater.  Almost as
if he had hypnotized her into submission, she allowed him to draw
the thin pullover up over her breasts and off her head and arms.
The snaps of her brassiere came next and she heard him mutter a
faint sigh of lusty appreciation as he dropped it to the floor and
her full white breasts burst into the warm living room air.  He
reached behind her again to the zipper at the back of her skirt,
and with one swift downward motion, he opened it away from her
ripely flaring buttocks.  She could feel the sensual rush of air
against her thighs as he pulled the skirt from her.  She swayed
dizzily on the couch as she willingly arched her hips permitting
him to pull her white nylon panties slowly down over the softness
of her rounded buttocks and let them drop to the small skimpy pile
of her other clothing on the floor.
     There was nothing left.  He moved her feet up and now she lay
stretched out completely naked on the couch, hearing him panting
on his knees beside her.  The heady smoke of the marijuana wafted
sensuously through her blood, intensifying the uncontrollable
sensations which were unwantedly directing her actions.  She
gritted her teeth together, resisting as best she could, but her
utter helplessness and the thought of her husband making love to
some other woman were too much for the tormented wife's confused,
bedrugged mind.  She could only squirm back a little, whimpering
as the tip of his finger found the narrow tender crevice of her
vagina and thrust gently into it, parting the soft pubic hair and
making sudden delicious contact with the hotly throbbing head of
her tiny clitoris.  She was wet and sensitive from the unwanted
desire that permeated her entire being, and she sucked in her
breath tightly to hold back the sigh of pleasure she felt growing
deep in her chest.  There was nothing she could seem to do to
fight him back, and tears of disgrace cascaded warmly down over
her face as in her shame she found herself reacting involuntarily
to the tingling caresses of her overly sensitive breasts and
vagina.  She was unable to keep from widening her legs, and found
her buttocks suddenly undulating in an involuntary up and down
rhythm to the light teasing of his fingers sliding between her
thighs ...
     And all this while, Syble Andersson was sitting with a lewd
grin of excitement on her face as she concentrated on the large
plate glass before her.  She had come directly from the Dew Drop
Inn, parking her car in the garage where it could not be seen, and
gone to the now pitch-dark den beside the living room, where a
two-way mirror was installed.  She could clearly see all the
action, but from the other side, the glass was only a mirror which
reflected images, and now she sat sipping a tall Scotch as she
watched her husband progress with his seduction.
     Damn! Syble thought.  Amos really knows how to get a woman
going!  She could feel a slight twinge of jealousy overcoming her
as she studied his face and saw the unmistakable signs she knew so
well.  Her husband liked to fuck any woman he could lay his hands
on, and that was all there was to it.  But what he was doing now
to that innocent blonde, Melanie, was going to let her, Syble,
inside that same girl later.  She leaned back with the obscene
thought of those long slim legs wrapped tight around her as she
shoved her tongue deep inside that warm, tender pussy.  By God,
she'd show little Melanie what loving was all about!  She could
feel moisture seeping from her throbbing cuntal lips at the idea
as she turned her attention back to the two naked bodies writhing
on the wide couch on the other side of the mirror.  Small beads of
perspiration began to form on her brow from the excitement she
always felt when she watched her husband fucking another woman
half to death ...
     Through half-slit eyes, Melanie could see the shadowy form of
her naked employer crouching between her open legs that were
splayed like angel's wings on the soft, wide couch.  She could
feel the flat palms of his sweating hands pushing against the
softness of her inner thighs, and she watched with gathering
horror as his head dipped slowly down ... lower ... lower ... and
then!
     "Ohhhh!" she jerked, as his hot moist lips closed over the
hair-fringed mound at the base of her belly.  His eager face
disappeared from her view into the soft fleece of her pubic hair
as he planted wet tickling kisses on the still resisting crevice,
his tongue flicking lizard-like at the quivering opening of her
cunt.
     "Ohhhh God, don't!  Please don't!" she whimpered, trying
desperately to screw her naked buttocks back down from the hot
tongue flicking mercilessly at her defenseless vagina.  His answer
was a lewd chuckle and a further stab into the tight fleshy slit
of her moistly pink flesh.
     "Ahhhggggggg!" she moaned in undisguised humiliation, her
head falling back on the cushions as his tongue speared the
involuntarily swelling lips of her cunt.  In spite of her terror
and revulsion at the horrible perversion being done to her
helpless genitals, tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure began to burn
deep down inside her belly, and tingling little goosebumps rippled
across her quivering belly and full heaving breasts.
     "Oh God, I can't, I can't let you do this!" she sobbed
helplessly, fighting the torturing sensations that were steadily
building out of control through her naked young body.  She
clenched her teeth tight together and fought with all her will
against the growing flames that were threatening to burst into
uncontrollable fire and devour her resistance.  But it was a
losing battle as Amos Andersson sucked and licked ceaselessly at
her increasingly submitting loins, and her drugged mind hopelessly
sensed her love-starved body beginning to shamelessly desert her.
Her smooth rounded buttocks jerked up involuntarily toward his
wetly darting tongue, sending more delicious spasms of sensation
coursing through her raw nerve ends.
     Amos felt her surrender and, with a savage grin, he thrust
his thick wet tongue deeper into the hotly quivering sheath of her
responding vagina.  He worked hungrily, feeling the soft moist
pubic hair brushing tantalizingly against his cheeks, knowing that
she was far too gone now to fight anything he wanted to do to her.
As his lips rounded and covered the wetly clasping cunt before
him, he could hear low guttural moans from the girl whose soft
warm thighs were now closing spontaneously around the sides of his
moving head.  He could feel her pink wet flesh moving around his
long extended tongue as her cuntal walls opened and closed in a
sucking motion, attempting on their own to pull him deeper into
her.  He had never seen anyone so hot, even with the marijuana,
and he knew she was now completely at his mercy and loving every
moment of it.  She needed fucking bad and she was going to get it,
her body lost in the heat of her arousal.
     "Ohhhh!  Ohhhh!" she moaned, the cruel realization of her
total loss of control hitting her with shame and humiliation.  But
her thoughts were fleeting, all that mattering now to her being
the delightful shafts of pleasure piercing through her nakedly
quivering flesh like tiny prickling needles of fire.  She had
never expected sex to be like this, that any man could bring such
things from her body.  She reached down and desperately tangled
her fingers in his hair, guiding his face deeper to the spreading
lips of her hair-lined pussy, splaying her legs wider with
abandonment to give him greater access.
     The evil movie owner could stand it no longer.  His penis was
incited to a hardness he could no longer control, and he had to
fuck this innocent young wife before he exploded his cum all over
the couch.  He grabbed her flailing legs behind the knees and
shoved them roughly back against her shoulders, slithering up her
sweat-streaked body at the same time.  His long rigid cock brushed
against her saliva-wet pubic hair, peeling her narrow pink vaginal
slit pulsing its lips with open invitation.
     Melanie could see Amos Andersson hovering over her through
her passion and drug-dimmed eyes.  She could feel the hardness of
his thick fleshy penis lying the full length of her quaking pink
cunt, the jerking head of his cock throbbing between her wide
spread buttocks.  He insinuated it in a maddening tease that
caused her to twist her hips up toward it, her hungry pussy
searching desperately for its hard blood-filled tip.  Forgotten
now were her morals, her marriage, her vows to Tim.  Nothing
mattered any longer except to have this man's penis far up inside
her!  Her belly was screaming for it!
     Melanie felt the lips of her eagerly quivering vagina being
forced open.  The elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment
and then gave way before his hard cruel pressure.  The pain was
harsh and she mechanically clenched her muscles against it as a
long low wail came from deep within her throat.  Andersson shoved
again, enjoying her screams of pain, ramming forward and sinking
his lust-inflated cock all the way to the hilt.  Her legs jerked
out wide on either side of his lean muscular body as she screwed
her buttocks deep down into the cushions in an attempt to escape
the sudden brutal impalement.
     "Nooooooo!  It hurts!  It hurts worse than Tim's!" she cried
out.  She felt as though her body was being torn down the middle
and that she would be ripped in half from this giant male member
embedded so deep in her belly.  Her face was contorted with the
agony of his vicious stab inside her, her lips curled back from
her teeth, and pleading whimpers coming tumbling from her swollen
lips.  God, oh God, she couldn't take it!  She couldn't!
     Andersson held her there for a moment, savoring the spectacle
of this innocent young wife impaled helplessly under him with his
huge pulsating prick buried deep in her tight little cunt.  She'd
never had it this deep, he gloated to himself as he pinned her
back in the lewd humiliating position.  He wished that her stupid
husband could see her now, spread-eagled this way with a strange
man making her scream and yell.  And then he felt her vagina
contract involuntarily as she flexed her inner muscles to relieve
the impossible pressure.  He throbbed his penis gently, expanding
it inside her, but still not moving his body.
     "Ahhhhgggg," she whimpered through bared teeth, trying to
accustom herself to this greater impalement.
     He waited a moment and then flexed again, watching her
contorted face below.  Her mouth hung limply open, her eyes
clenched tightly shut.  He flexed again, this time setting a slow
teasing rhythm to his throbs.  He watched her nostrils begin a
slow hesitant flaring in time to the beat and knew that she was on
that fine line between pleasure and pain.
     "Ohhhhh, God!  God!" she mewled as the buried cock expanded
more and stretched the narrow passage walls of her vagina still
more.
     Andersson now began long smooth strokes into her
defenselessly exposed loins that were wet and slippery from his
saliva.  He withdrew the shaft of his burgeoning cock until just
its blunt tip was left inside the hot dilated opening of her cunt,
and then thrust forward hard with his hips until his testicles
slapped against the wide-split crevice of her buttocks.
     Melanie groaned helplessly as her tender vagina was plundered
again and again almost beyond endurance.  He was driving her head
hard back against the cushions of the couch with every jack-hammer
thrust he made, and she couldn't fight from her hopeless position.
Her arms were pinned down at her sides by her own updrawn legs.
She could feel the giant heated rod of his hardened penis sliding
wetly up and down inside her warmly tight passage, and she
strained back against his vicious assault on her femaledom.  But
gradually she was becoming accustomed to his monstrous size inside
her, and a masochistic pleasure she had never known before began
to replace the firebrands of pain that raced from her totally
filled loins to the top of her head.
     Goddamn, Amos is fucking her good, Syble Andersson gasped
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hardness of her husband skewering to its hilt down between the
young girl's widespread thighs, and an obscene thrill rippled
through her at the sight.  Melanie Cartwright didn't know it yet,
but this was just beginning for her, and Syble could hardly wait
for her chance to delve between those same urgently jerking
thighs.  In fact, the way she felt right now, thinking about
tasting the softly succulent flesh between those long slim legs,
she was tempted to go out and join them this very moment!
     Melanie could feel her womb flare wide and the tightly
resisting lips of her hair-lined cunt flower open to receive his
massively heated staff of love.  Her nakedly writhing body felt
itself coming to life now, the pain receding more and more as
maddening tingles darted up from her soft white belly.  Electric
sensations rippled through her suddenly twitching cunt and out
their fleece-lined lips, dancing like lightning across her
trembling thighs and up through the tips of her pink, palpitating
nipples.  She rotated her hips from side to side around the fleshy
impaling cock, her vagina dilating to its rhythmic beating, her
body matching his pounding lunges with her own eager upthrusts as
she greedily sought more of his long hard cock.
     Dear God, it had never felt this good when Tim had "fucked"
her!  She didn't know why, and she no longer cared to ask.  There
was nothing else in her world now; no tomorrow, no today, no Tim
nothing except her deep, wet grotto of lust and the pistoning
hardness filling it.  This was madness she had never knowna
total surrender to the lure of flesh, and her drugged mind reveled
in her wickedness.
     "Ohhhhhhh, yes!  Yes, Amos, fuck me!  Fuck me hard!  Hard!"
she begged, gasping.  She was approaching what she instinctively
knew was an orgasm, something she always missed before, and her
body became more animal than human as she twisted and contorted in
her frenzied quest for her first climatic release.
     A sudden flash of brilliant light made her clench her eyes
tightly shut.  Through the haze of passion and marijuana she was
vaguely aware of someone having entered the room with a camera in
their hands, but it didn't matter to her.  Nothing mattered except
the naked body driving into her from above.
     "Judas priest!" she heard a voice like Syble's breath.  "Look
at little Miss Innocent go!"
     "I told you she'd let loose once the grass got to her, my
dear," an Amos-like voice panted triumphantly.  You've been
watching?"
     "Every breathless stroke.  Don't fuck her to death, lover.  I
still want some of her tender pussy too, you know."
     "In a minute, my dear.  I'm almost there, and so is she!"
     "Ram it to her, lover.  I want a good shot of this!"
     The puzzling voices continued as the remarks became more lewd
and bright white flashes struck again and again.  But it didn't
matter to Melanie.  She drove on unheeding, almost ready to cum
and unable to stop.  Her ravenously hungry vagina spiraled up the
full length of his slippery plunging cock as she strove wildly for
the end.  Then
     "Ohhhh God!  God, yes!" she screamed up at him.  "This is it!
I ... I'm going to cum!  Ohhh God, I've never cum before, and now
I'm going to cummmmmmmmm!"
     Suddenly, with a deep-throated mewl, her naked young body
began vibrating uncontrollably, and heated secretions of release
flowed from her throbbing cuntal passage, drowning his impaling
cock with a sticky warmth.  She reached frantically around under
her squirming buttocks with both her hands to caress his testicles
that were pressing into the split of her behind.  She felt them
spasm ...
     "Cum!  Cum with me!  Ohhhhhhh, God, cummmmmmm!"
     She could feel her insides splitting delightfully apart as
the head of the deep-sunk penis suddenly flared into a hugeness
that threatened to tear her belly in two.  It began to spurt and
she could feel his delicious thick sperm shooting into her like
molten lava, erupting in spilling answer to her own hot flowing
cum into the already filled cavern of her pinkly quivering vagina.
     "Ohhhh, fill me up!  Fill me up!" she moaned incoherently as
the tender flesh of her pussy clasped like a hungry glove around
his wildly spurting cock, sucking the last drop as it continued to
gush her own hot streams of orgasmic fluids.  She screwed her
buttocks up tightly against the still squirting shaft in her cunt
and, with another scream from between her tightly clenched teeth,
felt her body exploding over and over into what seemed a thousand
tiny sparks.  Her strength was suddenly gone and she collapsed
back on the cushions, feeling Andersson's once-hard penis slowly
begin to deflate inside her cum-flooded pussy.
     "Ahhhhh ..." she sighed dreamily.  She'd been fucked and
fucked better than she had ever been before in her life.  Her
pubic area throbbed with a sweet continuous ache, and her flesh
trembled from the passionate sensations which had turned her into
a sex-craving animal.  So wonderful ... and as the very
shamelessness of her wanton surrender flickered hazily through her
mind, the mental image of her naked body being fucked to orgasm by
this lewd man lying above her incited her drugged mind once more
to arousal.  The hunger in her belly began raging out of control
again almost instantly.  Unconsciously she began to undulate her
buttocks in tiny circles, squeezing with her cuntal muscles at the
fleshy, flaccid penis still pulsing inside her loins.  She had
milked it dry once, but spurred on by her newly discovered
sexuality and the marijuana in her blood, Melanie was gripped by
the desire to have Amos' long thick cock harden in her again.  She
wanted more of his hot thick sperm to fill her thirsty cunt until
it overflowed and ran down her already wetly covered thighs.  She
wanted to wallow in it again, wallow in her new-found depravity.
     "Again ... Oh, God, again!" she sobbed out with frustration
into his mouth.  But it was useless.  As much as she squeezed her
buttocks up against his softened penis, it would not come alive,
again, its mastery lost over her seething emotions.  With a
satiated sigh of contentment, Amos Andersson rolled from between
her still gyrating thighs and onto the floor beside the couch.
     "Noooooo!  Nooooo, I want more!  Fuck me!  Fuck me again!"
Melanie was beside herself now with her drug-induced lust.  She
kicked her legs wide out in the air, her own fingers manipulating
ineffectually the hair-fringed slit between her thighs.  She dug
into her vaginal flesh greedily, trying to reach that impossible
height to which that vanquished cock had sent her a moment before.
     Syble smiled and tripped the camera she was holding another
time or two, a glitter of obscene desire burning in her eyes.
Then she handed the camera to her husband, who was sprawled on the
carpet, and said: "All right, lover, now it's my turn with her."
     "Yeah, and I'll add a few good ones for the album before I
join in, too."
     Melanie felt the cushions of the couch depress as another
body sat down beside her head.  Through lust-glazed, marijuana-
fogged eyes, she struggled to see who it was, and then her hands
froze in their lewd position of masturbation.
     It was Syble Andersson!
     "Oh God," she mewled in sudden humiliation at Amos' wife
seeing her like this, naked and with her belly still filled with
the wetness of her husband's sperm.  She opened her mouth in
horror, but was too paralyzed to scream.  Instead she jerked one
arm up from her still widespread loins and over her face, her face
reddening from the shame of being caught in this adulterous
position.
     "There, there, Melanie," Syble cooed softly.  She began
stroking the satin blonde hair which was flowing across her legs
as the young girl buried her head in the cushions beside her
thigh.  "I'm not mad at anything.  Don't look so sad."
     "Wh-What?" Melanie moaned in a broken, sobbing voice.
     "I've come to join your little party, not upset it."
     Melanie listened, mouth agape, scarcely able to believe what
was going on.  As the initial reaction of horrified panic settled
into disbelieving wonder, she now sensed warm, unclothed skin
brushing her cheek, and only then realized Syble was as naked as
she was!
     The young wife gasped, raising her head from the couch to
make sure she had felt correctly.  In shocked astonishment she
stared at the sight of the naked beautiful woman sitting so close
to her.  Dear God, what now ... now that she's here nude like
this?  Join the party?  How?  But Melanie's glazed, drugged mind
was too filled with unsated passions, and her belly too aching
with unfulfilled desire, to fully understand.
     Syble leaned forward and took Melanie's tear-streaked face to
her large, firm breasts.  Cradling the young wife tenderly as she
caressed her brow with gentle fingertips.  "Now, don't get so
upset just because you were fucking Amos, dear.  I've been
watching, you know, watching you all the time and really enjoyed
it."
     "S-Syble?  I ... I don't understand ... What are you doing?"
     "Shhhh," Syble whispered.  "You just relax and let me bring
you more good times."
     Andersson's passionate wife trailed her eyes along the length
of the young woman's body with undisguised relish, coming to rest
at last on her slim white thighs where thin trails of lewd sperm
that had just been pumped into her could still be seen glistening
wetly in the dim light.  Her face contorted with feline pleasure
as she thought that now her turn had come ... that Part Two was
just beginning!
     Melanie lay as if frozen against the soft, warm breasts
pressing into her cheek, a dry, almost strangling sensation in her
throat.  She was shocked and surprised, and yet not quite able to
resist the smooth motherly caresses.  She shuddered, torn between
the hot desire scorching her still throbbing vagina and the quick
twinge of shame and humiliation that flickered through her
confused mind.  Then Syble's hand reached downward to touch and
caress one of her breasts, and Melanie experienced another new
sensation she had never known before.  She gasped, momentarily
closing her eyes, as she heard Syble's husband chuckle lewdly
beside the couch and flash another picture.  The long, slim
fingers caught her nipple, rolling and squeezing it in a tender,
understanding way only a woman could know, and Melanie began to
tremble all over at the strange forbiddenness of the situation.
This was vile and degrading, worse than when Amos had ravished her
willing body with his hard, brutal penis ... but at the moment her
entire being was in a torment of drug-filled lust, and she
couldn't have stopped the beautiful woman's fingers if she'd
wanted to.
     "You're such a pretty girl," Syble sighed.  "I've thought so
since I first saw you.  Have you fucked many men, Melanie?"
     The obscene question jolted her.  At first she didn't know
how to answer, or even if she should ...
     "Tell me, love ... Please tell me.  I get more excited then
..."
     "N-No ..." Melanie finally stammered, not really knowing what
made her respond to the lewd question.  "O-Only my husband."
     "And mine, don't forget," Syble giggled delightedly.
     "Y-Yes, and ... And Mr. Andersson."  She blushed crimson, the
obscene words exciting her strangely through the marijuana haze of
her mind.  "I ... I let your husband fuck me."
     "And you loved it, too.  But you'll like his wife just as
well before I'm done.  I'll promise you that.  I'll make you cum
like you've never cum before," Syble whispered seductively, now
tilting her head down so that her nostrils breathed heavy hot air
on Melanie's face.  "Kiss me, love ... Kiss me ..."
     Melanie stiffened as the warm moist lips of Mrs. Andersson
closed over hers, and a darting tongue probed along her tightly
closed lips.  There was a feeling that to kiss another woman would
make what was happening all that more obscene, as if there was
actual love and affection between them rather than just a basic
urge to relieve the tensions unbearable in her loins.  But Syble
had her hand cradling her head now, and after a moment of
hesitation she surrendered to the insistent soft tongue, opening
her lips to let it slide into her mouth.  Their mouths fused
hotly, and Melanie found herself responding with all the passion
she would have saved for her husband, sucking and savoring the
saliva from the naked woman's mouth, and only conscious of the
delicious sensations the French kisses were causing in her already
excited flesh.
     "Ohhhhh, God, Syble," she murmured as they broke apart.
"God, I can't seem to help myself ..."
     "Isn't that wonderful; But tell me ... Tell me what you
want!"
     "M-Make me cum, Syble ... Ohhhh make me cum ...!"  Her own
lewd demands made her drugged mind reel with excitement, and her
pulsing blood raced faster through her fevered flesh.  Syble's
hand continued to massage her breast with that special woman's
touch, while Melanie, her abused body still smoldering with the
lust-inspired fires Amos Andersson had kindled in her loins, found
something horribly fascinating in his lovely wife's attentions.
She closed her eyes again and began to tremble all over from the
depraved sensations she was feeling, and Syble held her tight,
rubbing her naked body against her own so that the nipples of
their breasts crushed against each other.
     Melanie felt the woman's full thigh raise and her slim leg
entwine about her until the soft curly hair of their pubic mounds
brushed warmly together.  Her hand was on Melanie's buttocks,
pulling them apart to slip between and caress the tight sensitive
anus with her finger, forcing Melanie to move against the back of
the couch and bend slightly.
     And then the lesbianic wife of her employer was slithering
down the young wife's yearning body, and Melanie groaned as Syble
kissed her breasts with soft, wet, feather-light lips.  The couch
sagged again and Melanie caught her breath as the woman commenced
to shower moistly heated kisses on her quivering white thighs and
tautly rippling belly.  And then Syble forced her legs wider
apart, rolling her gently over on her knees.  Melanie now
straddled the other woman who was lying face up beneath her and
between her widespread thighs.
     The full expanse of the shamelessly aroused girl's moist pink
crevicefrom her tiny quivering clitoris hidden in the soft curls
of her blonde pubic hair, down past the wetly sensitive vaginal
opening which had just been fucked, to the puckered rosebud of her
anuswas entirely open and splayed above the older woman's
lustful eyes.  And in turn, Syble was lying in such a position as
to present her own dark-fringed throbbing cunt only inches beneath
Melanie's young face.
     A great shudder coursed down Melanie's spine as Syble's hotly
quivering tongue licked across the soft blonde pubic fleece just
around her wetly throbbing cuntal slit.  When the tormenting
tongue licked again, Melanie cried out deliriously as the black-
haired wife nipped her budding clitoris with her sharp white
teeth.  The younger woman let all remaining thoughts of right or
wrong, depravity or passion, pass in one sudden surge of rising
ecstasy, and she lowered her firm thighs downwards upon the
kissing mouth of Amos' wife, ecstatically as her sensitive pink
flesh was licked and kissed with frenzied delight.
     In turn, Melanie found that she could not resist brushing her
own fingers lightly over the tanned belly and full round thighs of
the gorgeous naked woman below her; then she felt a new surge of
excitement when she saw the older wife tremble and mewl with
desire as little droplets of secretion moistened the pulsating
edges the flowering cunt below her face.  Syble's skin felt so
good to touch, and as the other woman continued to plant long
slaving kisses on her burning vaginal crevice, Melanie was filled
with a mounting desire to return the soft liquid caresses.  She
reached down around Syble's warmly writhing buttocks and lowered
her mouth to brush lovingly through the soft velvet curls of dark
pubic hair below her.  I can't ... I can't kiss another woman's
genitals ... And then, suddenly, in a burst of passion her lips
and tongue were burrowing down inside the tender swollen folds of
moist vaginal flesh.  She could smell the fragrant bouquet of
feminine aroma rising from Syble's heated loins, and her own
moistening pussy ached all the more from the twin excitements of
being licked so voraciously and sucking another woman's cunt in
return.  She screwed her naked young buttocks down harder,
splaying her thighs as far as they could go to allow all of her
backsides to be fondled and suckled.
     It was this wanton movement which caused Syble to mewl back
in a gasping muffled voice:
     "Ohhhh!  That's it, dear!  Faster!  Lick and suck me harder!"
     Melanie sucked hungrily now, teasing the woman's little
clitoris as Syble was doing to her own, and salivating as she had
never before from licking the moistly quivering loins below.  Her
insides felt as though they had melted with the heat of her
passionate arousal.  She thrust her tongue harder and harder into
the other warmly perfumed vagina every inch of her on fire and the
walls of her grasping young cunt sending out erotically maddening
sensations throughout her entire body.
     Amos chuckled as he watched through the viewfinder of his
camera, and shot a snap of his wife's licking tongue hotly
embedded between Melanie's lust-swollen cuntal lips.  His massive
penis which had been soft and drained only moments before was once
more stone hard and throbbing with lust, and his hands were
shaking so badly that he could hardly take any more pictures.
Christ!  His plans were working perfectly!  Nothing had gone
wrong, and there remained only his additional subjugation and
submission of the writhing, drug-lusting young girl on the couch
above his naked wife for Part Three to be equally successful.
     With a growl of bursting passion, he attached a timer to the
camera and then positioned it on the coffee table near the couch
so that its lens was aimed directly at the wetly probing mouth of
the mindless girl.  Yes ... he'd get one perfect picture of him
and heronly one, but it would have to do.  Once he started in on
her, he knew he'd never be able to leave those soft warm lips of
hers until he'd cum in her mouth!  He set the timer and then moved
for her, fingering his turgid, aching cock lightly and feeling the
savage heat of his urgency boiling up like a volcano in his
testicles.
     Melanie didn't notice the naked Andersson until he had
climbed on the broad, soft couch in front of her bobbing head and
had knelt between his own wife's widely splayed legs.  Fingers
tangled in her hair, rudely jerking her hungry young mouth up from
the delicious folds of Syble's soft vaginal flesh, and then hands
fumbled with her wet lips glistening with saliva and secretions.
She felt a rubbery hardness pressing against her mouth, and she
opened her eyes to stare at the long thick cock lewdly pulsing
against her mouth.
     At first she did the natural thing and struggled, trying to
roll her head from side to side and draw her thighs together
against Syble's ravenous sucking of her cunt, but the older man
held her tight and she could not move away.  She could only
tightly clench her teeth and lips together and try to keep from
opening them, but Amos was not to be denied.  As he increased the
pressure, it felt as though her lips were being pushed back
through the sharpness of her teeth; she could even hear him groan
as he ground his spongy hardness against her mouth.  It was then
that Syble added an extra delicious thrust with her fire-lapping
tongue which Melanie was unable to ignore.  She gasped with wanton
delight at the sensations coursing through her sex-crazed loins,
and at this moment the man crushed his heatedly throbbing penis
through her softly parted lips and into the warm cavern of her wet
mouth.
     Amos began immediately to screw his throbbing cock viciously
back and forth between his lips with an all-consuming lust.  The
despairing young girl closed her eyes, her humiliation and her
shame knowing no bounds, trying not to think of the depraved
attack to which he was subjecting her.  But it was impossible!
His hands were holding her in a vise-like grip, his palms pressed
hard against her ears until they were ringing.  His thick
testicles bounced against her wettened chin, and there was a warm
musky odor from his genitals which flared her nostrils with a
strange excitement.
     "Suck harder, you bitch," she heard him command harshly from
above.  "Suck my cock harder ..."  And she did!  She was
conditioned to following his every lewd demand now from the
arousal in her flesh and the marijuana in her blood.  Her wetly
parted lips slowly began to nibble at the thrusting thick penis,
and she coughed and spluttered at first until she became
accustomed to this unnatural invasion of her mouth.  Oh God, what
am I doing?  she moaned crazily to herself as two Anderssons, man
and wife, began to pummel her helplessly sandwiched body between
them.  The sensual desires deep inside her belly which had been
released by her orgasm and triggered anew by Syble's licking
tongue began to flicker hotly through her loins, and the mental
image of how she must look in her surrendered position only
incited her more.  The saliva in her mouth grew and grew, becoming
salty and thick with the emissions seeping from the tip of Amos'
wildly pumping cock.  She could feel his penile shaft expanding
between her tightly ovalled lips as it had inside her cunt, and
she moaned piteously around it as he thrust his flexing buttocks
forward and drove his impaling hardness down her throat as though
he were trying to meet his own wife's lashing tongue that was
skewering deep into her vagina from below.
     Syble had begun to lick and suck still harder now; spurred on
by the lewdly inciting thought of how her husband must look as he
savagely speared his wetly gleaming penis in and out of the
innocent young wife's tortured mouth.  She lashed mercilessly up
at the quivering bud-like clitoris of the young woman splayed
above her, using her teeth to tease and delight while Melanie
writhed and churned uncontrollably in rising desire.  With an
obscene and triumphant satisfaction she could feel the muscles of
the girl's inner thighs flexing and unflexing with their own
implacable lust, and she knew that any slight hesitation the girl
might have felt earlier was rapidly disappearing.  She could feel
her own spiraling climax approaching like a rocket and spread her
quivering legs farther apart as she reached down along her
perspiring body to thrust three fingers into her own swollen cunt.
She massaged her hungrily clasping vagina with surging motions
while she continued to suck salaciously in time to the cruel
buffeting of Melanie's writhing young body between her and her
equally depraved husband.
     Melanie Cartwright had never felt so utterly abused and
depraved before in her life.  But a lascivious fire was burning in
her belly as the very knowledge of her helpless submission
weakened her already drugged spirit.  A strange masochistic joy
once again began to rage through her tingling nerves with the ever
increasing sensations of Amos Andersson's long hard penis ramming
wetly between her lips and his wife's greedy mouth raping her
hotly throbbing pussy.  She was beginning to desire this lewd
subjugation and was growing to wish for more of the obscene
sensations which were saturating every inch of her naked flesh.
She rolled her clenching buttocks down in tiny lewd circles and
constricted the muscles of her cuntal walls to squeeze the wet,
flashing probe of the woman's spearing tongue.  At the same time,
she sucked insatiably at the thick, swollen cock in her mouth, her
cheeks bloating with his every thrust.  It was the first time in
her life she had ever tasted a man's penis and she hungrily
explored it with her tongue, an excited moan escaping from her
throat as she betrayed her surrender to her own tormenting
passion.
     "That's right, my dear," Amos chuckled down at her, his voice
coarse and rasping with his arousal.  "You like a man's cock now
that you've tried it.  Go on ... go on and take my balls!  Squeeze
them but be gentle!  And suck!  Suck until I cum in your mouth!"
     Melanie cupped his semen-filled testicles gingerly with her
fingers, not because he had spoken, but because she was unable to
do anything else.  She sucked demon-like in a haze of drug-
inspired passion, swishing her tongue around and around the
throbbing hardness sliding in and out between her tightly ovalled
lips and taunting the thin little hole in the blunt head of his
cock with increasing delight.  The masochistic joy of being abused
like some dirty slut picked up out of the gutter permeated her
innocent young body, and submissive mewling sounds escaped from
between her lips locked wetly around his hard thrusting penis.
She groaned with the forbidden excitement of knowing that at any
moment he was going to spew his lewd white sperm into her mouth
until it ran from the edges of her lips in heated white trails,
and wickedly she wanted to experience the lewd taste.  She wanted
to feel him shoot his cum into her so she could swallow the creamy
semen down her throat until her stomach was as filled as her
adulterous cunt.  Her shame and debasement would be complete then,
and she would be the whore she had allowed herself to become
tonight.  She had lost control over everything she knew was right
and good and true, and there was nothing left for her.  She could
never face Tim again with the same innocence, for somehow she had
turned into the animal she had previously deplored, her decency
and self-respect having totally deserted her for some unknown,
nightmarish reason she was unable to fathom.  The Anderssons
wanted her to fuck, then she would fuck!  They wanted her to suck,
then she would suck!  They wanted her to be a whore, and that was
what she had become!
     Her tormentedly drugged mind droned on senselessly, the very
helplessness of her position excusing away the weird masochistic
sensations that were surging so erotically through her belly.  Her
head bobbed up and down slavishly over the thick shaft of his
hardness, sucking to end it, sucking to draw his milky white cum
from it as she thrust her loins down harder against the more than
willing Syble, opening her cuntal muscles wide so she could
receive every fractional inch of that wonderfully working tongue
deep up inside her.
     Above her flailing head, Amos groaned incoherently, every
nerve he possessed pulsing and throbbing between her soft warm
lips.  The pressure building in his testicles as she eagerly
fondled them was excruciatingly wonderful, and his wildly
throbbing cock seemed to be inflating beyond anything it had ever
done before.  Then suddenly there was a jerking spasm in his
loins, and he knew his end had come.  Nothing in the world could
have stopped the flow of thick white liquid that rushed like a
geyser up from his aching testicles and out the tip of his
suddenly jerking penis.  He gripped her head tightly between his
hands and shoved his lust-hardened shaft deep down her throat,
feeling her wildly sucking lips drawing his hot sperm out into the
warmth of her salivating mouth.  He could feel her throat tighten
and untighten as she swallowed in great hungry gulps the hot,
boiling cream he was spurting into her, and he could see her
cheeks bloating as the working cavern of her mouth filled and
emptied, only to fill again as he shot his cum relentlessly into
her mouth.
     Even when his climax had ended, Melanie would not let go of
his rapidly softening penis.  Her lips continued to nibble, her
throat and cheeks constricting as if to draw all of his fleshy
manhood inside her, and Amos knew that his wife was just about to
tongue fuck the young blonde wife to orgasm.
     Melanie felt as though she were losing her mind as she
spasmed in convulsive waves, her mind whirling in depraved
sensuality as the fluid of her cumming flowed out around Syble's
deeply flicking tongue.  Her face contorted and a low guttural
moan erupted as she felt the other naked woman thrashing in her
own throes of orgasm, not knowing and not caring that Amos' wife
had buried three fingers inside her own cuntal hole to achieve
this gratification.  And then, at last, it was over ...
     Melanie's legs bent obscenely as she rolled over and felt
Amos' now limp penis slipping from her mouth with a wet, sucking
sound.  A long sigh of satiation rasped from the abused young
wife's heaving chest, and she relaxed her legs in relief from the
painfully stretched muscles of her previously kneeling position.
Her body was beaten and filled as it had never been before, and
her heart pounded in her chest as she saw the obscene picture the
three of them nakedly made on the wide cushions, her arms and legs
spread apart and two sprawling people she hardly knew nakedly
covering her between them.  The euphoria of the marijuana waned
with the relaxation of her climax, and as her mind slowly returned
to sanity, a new and even more powerful wave of shame and
humiliation overcame her.  God, she had no idea what had come to
possess her, but she had been unable to control herself in any
way, and not only had her body shamelessly betrayed her, but she
had also betrayed her deep abiding love for her husband.  And with
her shame, she was gripped by a bitter desire to get away from
this horrible house as fast as she could ...
     "Like it, my dear?" Amos said casually, lifting his head and
grinning at her.
     "Yes," she said miserably.  How could she deny the obvious
after the way she had been acting?  "Yes, but now let me up.  I
want to go home."
     "In a minute, in a minute," he replied in an off hand manner.
"I'm still resting comfortably.  You sucked me inside-out, I
swear, and right after I fucked the hell out of you, too.  I'm a
little tired.  Can you blame me?"
     Melanie groaned from this further indignity.  It was bad
enough to have been so weak and corrupt to have allowed herself to
surrender to the man whose cum lay hot and sticky deep in both her
body's ends, but to have to listen to him talk about it afterwards
was simply too much to take.
     "Amos, please, let me up, please," she whimpered.
     "What are you worried about?  There's nobody here but us
chickens."
     "I know, I know," she pleaded, struggling with muscles that
were as responsive as melted rubber.  "But I've had enough."
     "Let her up, Amos," his wife said sympathetically.  She moved
slightly so that her thigh was no longer resting on Melanie's leg.
"She looks dead-beat and worn to the bone."
     "Yeah, she does at that." Andersson smiled and sat up,
removing his arms.  "Maybe she has taken all she can for one
night."
     "Forever," Melanie whispered in a promise to herself.  She
pulled herself slowly to her feet, pausing as she nakedly stood to
allow her aching limbs time to adjust to the change before she
tried to walk.
     She saw herself in the full-length mirrorthe two-way mirror
which she was still unaware had helped in her seduction.  She
studied with tear-blurring eyes the bruises and welts that marked
her smooth white skin, and she reached up hesitantly and touched
her throbbing breasts.  She winced, for they were actually more
raw and sore than they had been after Tim had so brutally raped
her a month ago.  She stood a moment longer, eyeing her piteous
form in the mirror, and then stumbled back to the foot of the
couch to pick up her clothes.  They were still in the heap in
which they had fallen when Amos Andersson had stripped her
drug-helpless body naked a seeming eternity ago.  A picture of
that disheveled pile could tell without a word the whole story of
her sordid downfall.  The phrase "one picture is worth a thousand
words" ran crazily through her mind.  A few hours ago she was
still a faithful and innocent wife who had never had anyone other
than her husband, and now she stood with the lewd sperm and
obscene saliva of two complete strangersone female, one male
lying deep inside her body.  No matter what Tim might be doing in
New York, it didn't excuse her for what she had done here tonight,
and she vowed that somehow she would always keep her shame a

From grobert@soho.ios.com Wed Feb 26 18:15:59 1997
bed ... Or else!"
     Melanie shuddered at the threat of his or else, and crawled
to the center as demanded, tears streaming in tiny rivulets as the
helplessness of her position tormented her confused and
shame-filled mind.  She cowered there, her arms trying to cover as
much of her as she could, feeling her nakedness as a great
humiliating blanket.  And now that blanket would be replaced by
something more evil: the greedy eyes of strange obscene men who
did not know her name nor even cared to know.  She would be an
openly exposed receptacle in which would be spewed indecent sperm,
and she had no other choice, having to submit to the revolting
violation of her body to protect her marriage and home.  God,
would Amos please come to her and get it over with!
     Amos Andersson chuckled lewdly as he moved behind the tripod
legs of the 16 mm color movie camera and sighted its lens on the
naked young wife.  It was time now ... time to start Phase Three!
     "Dinsdale!" he growled to one of the naked men standing
nearby.  "Take that favorite little plaything of yours and start
to work on her."
     "Right boss!" A set of flashing white teeth sparkled
momentarily.  "She looks to be a tender one, for sure!"  He
scampered across the rug and leaped nakedly onto the bed, kneeling
down beside Melanie's thighs.  "Hello there," he said casually.
"My name is Arnold Dinsdale."
     Melanie had been unable to see him because of the blinding
glare of the floodlamps, but now her eyes adjusted and she stared
in horror at the roughly handsome face of this strange man.  His
features were sharp and definite, a straight nose, squarish
cheekbones, and deep-set dark eyes protected by jet black
eyebrows.
     "Wh-What are you doing?" she screamed when she belatedly
realized what had happened.  "What are you doing here?"
     "I'm not going to hurt you," Dinsdale grinned, pushing her
naked body down flat on the bed.  "Relax and enjoy it."
     As the full impact of what the unknown strange man was saying
registered in Melanie's mind, she realized now that she had been
bartered away by an incredibly vile degenerate.  It wasn't only
eyes of other men she was going to have to suffer, it was going to
be their obscene penises drubbing into her as well!  God!  She saw
it all now!  If she could only run, if there was only someplace
she could hide!  But there was none, and she still had her price
to pay ...
     Before her thoughts could go any further, she felt a light
flicking over the soles of her feet.  Something the nude man was
holding in one of his hands was grazing torturously over the
sensitive bottoms of her feet.  She struggled to sit up, but
Dinsdale's thick muscular arm held her fast to the bed with his
other hand palm-flat against the soft white flesh of her
convulsing belly.  But she had been able to see enough to know
that he was grinning lewdly as he kneeled over her defenseless
body, a thick plastic shaft in the hand that was tickling her
feet.  It was cream colored, about seven inches long and two
inches around, and it gave off a buzzing hum like a nest of
mosquitoes.
     "A dildo," Dinsdale explained as she looked back up at his
face with a questioning expression.  "Like a man's cock, see, only
it's artificial.  And this one's a vibrator as well!"
     A dildo!  Melanie jerked her feet, trying to escape the
maddening tickling of the artificial penis' vibrating tickle.  It
was no use.  Dinsdale continued the lascivious massaging slowly up
her calves, pausing at the sensitive inner thighs to rotate the
blunt head in small titillating circles against her nakedly
sensitive flesh.  The trapped young wife squirmed, held captive
against the bed with Dinsdale's pressuring hand against her belly,
inadvertently opening her loins in a crab-like stance that exposed
the moist pink slit of her vagina completely to his vibrating
touch and the greedy eyes of the naked viewers and the glinting
lens of the movie camera.
     "That's it!" Andersson yelled encouragingly.  "More!  More!"
     Dinsdale giggled and thrust the tip of the tormenting dildo
directly into the involuntarily parted pubic hair, juggling the
plastic vibrator lewdly in the plainly visible lips of her tight
little cunt.
     "Ohhhh," she mewled, jerking wildly in her vain effort to
escape the taunting buzzing which was tingling all the way through
her body.  "D-Don't do that!  I ... I can't stand it!"
     Still the teasing dildo played at the tender flesh of her
vagina, working its way up the full length of the wetly
palpitating crevice to her tiny throbbing clitoris and flicking it
maddeningly until, with a sudden groan, Melanie felt her loins
begin a gentle involuntary rising and falling.  She could hear
along with the other viewers Syble laughing from her settee at the
edge of the carpetthe young wife's desperate pleadings causing
all of the audience to urge the actor to manipulate the vibrating
fake cock faster and faster.
     Arnold Dinsdale worked it slowly up over the mound of her
genitals and across the flat white plane of her belly, around his
still pressing hand that was holding her down and then up the
sides of her ribs.  She felt the plastic vibrator crawl up over
her full ripe breasts and begin to gently caress the nipples, and
in spite of her revulsion toward this indecent torture of her
flesh, her feeling was slowly changing.  Against her will, her
proud firm breasts were throbbing into round hardness, and the
peaks tweaked up hungrily as the torturing dildo made small
delicious circles around the pink-hued aureoles.
     As the vibrator began its slow downward journey again, she
found to her fascinated horror her body reaching involuntarily
upward to absorb its warm caresses.  It dwelled long on the
whiteness of her belly and in the flexing hollows of her inner
thighs, again causing a slow uncontrollable undulation of her
rebellious hips and causing her again to draw her thighs back up
into a crab-like position.  The wide crevice between her firm
buttocks was once more splayed open to the leering, lust-crazed
eyes of her surrounding watchers and, still unknown to her, to the
uncaring eye of the movie camera as well.
     Without warning, Dinsdale flicked the blunt tip quickly
against the sensitive moist flesh of her cuntal hole, clearly
exposing the unwantedly swelling lips between the blonde fringe of
her pubic hair.  The tight, elastic orifice of her pussy jerked in
surprise and tried to screw itself down into the mattress to
escape the cruelly delightful probe.
     "Aggggggg!" she gasped between clenched teeth.  "D-Don't!
Please, please don't!  You're driving me crazy with that thing!"
     A sadistic giggle answered her as she undulated against the
teasing dildo in her wetly clasping vagina.  She tried to close
her thighs against it, but they would not seem to obey her mind's
commands.  Tears of frustration again brimmed her eyes as she felt
the control of her body gradually loosening.  She had vowed she
would never allow it to betray her no matter how much temptation
it might be subjected to; but the sheer hopelessness of her
position and the vibrator in the hands of this master debaucher,
violating all the sensitive, defenseless parts of her naked body,
were forcing her into helpless submission.
     "Nooooo!  Stop it!  Stop it, please!  You're killing me!"
     "Would you rather be fucked by Dinsdale?" she heard the
mocking voice of Amos Andersson call from somewhere in darkness.
     "No!  No!" she groaned piteously.
     "Tell me," the taunting, handsome face of the actor coaxed,
sending more forceful, spasmodic throbs through the plastic cock
embedded slightly in her rapidly awakening vaginal passage.
     "I won't ... I can't!  Please!" Melanie's resistance ebbed
with the exquisitely maddening pleasure being lavished on her
helpless naked being.  But she couldn't bring herself to suffer
this further indignation, knowing that this would be the point of
her surrender.  The thought of begging a man she had never seen
before to drive his hardened penis into her was unbelievingly
repugnant to her.
     "Just say it," Dinsdale hissed.  "Just say it and I stop my
machine."  To add impetus, he turned the torturing instrument on
higher.
     "No, no," she moaned, lolling her head as far as she could
from side to side in almost unconscious hysteria.  "I won't ... I
can't ... Oh, please don't make me, whoever you are!"
     "Dinsdale's the name.  But you like this, don't you?" He
throbbed the fake penis viciously, and began making little strokes
in and out of her frantically groveling cunt.  "It feels good to
you, right?"
     "Ohhhhh, yesssss, it doesssss," she hissed through tightly
clenched teeth.
     "Do you want me to stop, though?"
     "I ... Yes!  Oh, please, stop!"
     "Say it, then," Dinsdale commanded as cruelly as Andersson
would have done.  "Say what you, want!"
     "Ohhhhh," the helpless young wife moaned, all resistance
fading away as the lewd sensations from his vibrating dildo slowly
changed her body to a mass of nerve-tingling excitement.  "Give
... Give it to me, then!  Give it to me!"
     "Not like that, my dear!" Andersson yelled at the tormented
girl.  "Say it with the right words to Dinsdale!  Go on, say it!"
And then he added the ultimate cruelty as she sobbed in humiliated
recollection.  "Beg Dinsdale the way you begged me last
Wednesday!"
     Dinsdale had increased the tingling probings until Melanie
had no resistance left.  A fiery hot ball of desire had become
all-consuming in the pit of her loins.  She fought against it with
all her strength but the indecent plastic penis pursued and
tantalized her wet young cunt relentlessly.  The thick, vibrating
cock buzzed on, not going any deeper inside her, but firing the
moist warm flesh of her vaginal lips until she thought her belly
would burst from the tickling pleasure tingling through it.
     "Oh God," she heard herself shriek, the sweet agony in her
body driving her to a frenzy.  "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Go fuck me
now!"
     "Have her ride you!" Amos Andersson directed from behind the
camera.  "Get down, Dinsdale, and have her ride that cock of
yours!"
     Melanie groaned from this further indignity.  Her heart sunk
as she realized that in such a lewd position, it would be she who
was mostly on display, with her naked buttocks waving high up in
the air off Dinsdale's plundering hardness, rather than him over
her with his covering body.  She watched as the handsome man
beside her threw the dildo to one side and rolled over on the
thick furry coverlet, clutching her with steel-hard fingers so
that she was roughly pulled to him.
     "Do as he says, sweetie," Dinsdale hissed up into her face.
"Climb over me and straddle my thighs like the good girl you are!"
     Melanie hesitantly complied, knowing that she had reached the
point of no return.  Her whole body cringing with the horror of
what she must do for her survival, she levered up on her arms, her
long blonde hair flowing down her face and sweeping the strange
man's chest, her breasts swaying sensuously with their erect
little nipples almost touching his warm, tanned skin.  She
kneeled, straddling with her own thighs splayed wide on either
side of Dinsdale's lean hips, and could sense his hardened penis
pointing directly up at her hotly throbbing vaginal slit.  She
thought of what was to follow, and tears of shame and submission
flowed down the delicate swell of her cheeks, ruining the light
make-up Andersson had so carefully applied.
     He arched his buttocks up off the bed, and Melanie suddenly
quivered in renewed fear as she felt the hugeness of his heatedly
thick cock press into the crevice between her upturned thighs.
She involuntarily cringed forward, drawing away from the blunt
rubbery hardness pressing upwards into her loins, but it
relentlessly followed.  Her forehead was pressed tightly in the
cleft between the man's neck and shoulder, her face downwards
against the mattress, and she could feel the pungent smell of
Dinsdale's perspiration.  She felt his hands close around the tops
of her buttocks, gripping them tightly, his fingers pressing
downwards in her soft white flesh.  He was going to impale her in
front of everybody.  Oh God, he was going to split her!
     "Reach behind you, my dear!" Andersson commanded
breathlessly.  "Put his cock inside your cunt!"
     "Oh, I can't, I can't!" Melanie whimpered.
     "Put it in, I tell you," the devilish blackmailer yelled at
her, and she felt Dinsdale dig his fingers deeper into her
buttocks with his own display of urgency.
     "Ohhhh," Melanie groaned as she felt her sensitive flesh
being squeezed into painfully tight balls.  She couldn't stand it!
Trembling in despair, the naked young wife reached back between
her legs and wrapped her fingers around the hot, hard shaft of
this stranger's penis.  She tearfully placed the blunt, pulsing
head against the tight elastic opening of her vagina, biting down
hard on her lower lips to hold back the tears of humiliation and
fright that were brimming her eyes.  She felt his long hardness
begin a slow probing upwards against her already moistened vaginal
lips, forcing its way inside the tight restricting ring of hot
flesh that jealously guarded the entrance to her young cunt.
There was a great stretching feeling in her loins as though the
tender lips of her vagina were being pulled apart, and then
suddenly she felt as if they were being ripped as Dinsdale's long
thick cock slithered into her hotly cringing pussy like the trunk
of a tree.  The heavy muscles of his loins crashed hard up against
her cruelly splayed inner thighs, pushing her face brutally
against the bed.
     "Agggg!" she strangled through clenched teeth.  Her vaginal
walls were on fire, his great penetrating penis feeling like a
huge drill tunneling deep up into her belly.  Melanie struggled
and rotated her buttocks in vain to alleviate the cruel
impalement, but Dinsdale had skewered into her up to the hilt, and
she was a hopeless prisoner before all the lewd, breathlessly
viewing people grouped around the bed.
     He began to pump long, even strokings into her, only stopping
at the apex where his pulsing hard cock throbbed menacingly
against the tender cervix of her womb.  Melanie's mouth opened and
closed fishlike in torment and sensation as gradually she became
accustomed to the massively thick shaft embedded in her tight
young vagina.  She could feel the rigid, tendon-like corrugations
of his cock brushing against her overly sensitive clitoris.  A
strange masochistic pleasure had begun tippling through her.  Even
the pain was weirdly enjoyable, and she waved her buttocks
skyward, undulating as much as the thick restricting shaft of
Dinsdale's cock would allow.  The sight she made in the mirrors
incited her even more as she raised her head to look around.  This
was total subjugation, being forced to kneel helplessly around a
naked stranger this way, her arms supporting her torso off the
stage-like bed, her breasts jiggling crazily underneath from the
obscene public fucking she was getting.  In the mirror she could
see his wetly glistening penis sliding in and out of her clasping
pink vagina which was puckering and unpuckering around his long
length.  God, what a picture it made in her!  The lewd portrait of
her utter surrender made her squirm down on the heated shaft as if
to punish herself some more.
     Dear God, Melanie thought through her painful haze of
humiliation.  What's happening to me?  What's happening to me?  I
can't help it ... I can't help it ...
     She groaned out her shameful submission to the fiery
sensations flicking through her unwillingly ravished body.  Her
toes curled tightly against the softness of the bedspread as she
was bucked up and down, fucked like the helpless slave she was by
the great, driving cock up inside her warmly quivering cunt.
Dinsdale pressed his fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks
and spread their bouncing cheeks farther apart, opening them
obscenely and teasing the puckered little hole of her anus with
his outstretched middle finger.
     "Ahhhhhh," Melanie moaned in drugged delight.  She was being
treated more like a whore than she had been before, and the
strange masochistic pleasure which had gripped her last Wednesday
night spiraled through her shamelessly aroused young body once
again.  She wanted to be completely destroyed by it this time; she
wanted to be fucked until she could never walk again!  The lewd
subjugation of her helpless, kneeling form was driving her wild
with lust-inciting sensations!
     "Ohhhhh, fuck me!  Fuck me good!" she chanted through her
contorted lips, sweat dripping from her straining flanks, the
rhythm of her buttocks and the skewering of her vagina bringing
unmentionable delight to her senses.
     Syble Andersson watched this lewd humiliation of the naked
young wife with mixed emotions.  She felt a slight twinge of pity
coursing through her for the helpless innocent girl who was being
subjected to such a thing after such a short period of marriage.
She could see her lying there on the bed with her legs wide apart
probably feeling more naked and ashamed than she had ever felt
before in her life.  And yet, the sordid scene was exciting her!
God, how it was exciting her, and Syble could feel the pit of her
belly and thighs hot and moist from the obscene spectacle her
husband was so avidly filming to show around the nation.  The
naked young man next to her, whose name was Jack Armstrong,
reached forward and ran his middle finger up the tight crevice of
her hotly moistened cunt, parting the soft vaginal hairs and
feeling the smooth, pink flesh jerk against his sudden contact.
He leaned against Syble's ear and whispered:
     "Get down on the floor like she is.  I'll fuck you from
behind so we can watch at the same time.  Your husband won't
mind."
     "He never does," Syble answered excitedly, slipping off the
couch and sprawling on all-fours on the dim lit floor.  Then she
felt the heat of Jack's long hard cock brushing against the wetly
pulsing lips of her vagina, and she reached back under her body
and guided his rigid shaft between the tender lips of her cuntal
slit.  Jack pressured forward slowly and with one easy stroke slid
his massively erect cock all the way inside her eagerly heaving
belly.  Amos' naked wife moaned as she felt the cock-head bury as
far into her hungry little cunt as it would go.  Her mouth dropped
loosely open, and she began to squirm back against him in dog
fashion as she felt him begin to rotate it deep up inside her.
The head of his thick long prick scraped deliciously against the
far hidden walls of her womb in a sweet magical rhythm that
brought swelling moans from deep in her throat.  She kept her
passion-glazed eyes tightly glued to Melanie's naked young body
still held tight down upon Arnold Dinsdale's pumping cock while
she herself urged Jack to fuck into her hard and fast.
     Amos Andersson grinned an obscene grin of victory from behind
his movie camera.  A lewd sucking sound of intercourse was
sounding through the darkened room, and the moist slap of belly
against belly joined it melodiously.  He licked his lips hungrily
as he viewed the reddish skin of the young wife's cruelly
stretched vagina draw back with the prick of his naked actor
friend, clutching at it as if it didn't want it to cone out, and
then disappearing inside again with each upward lunge.  He
unbuttoned his pants and let them fall around his ankles as he
watched, fingering his own lust-stiffened penis with one hand, the
heat of his excitement rising like a tornado in his loins.  Shit,
how he'd like to be there on the bed with that hot little blonde
himself!  Even his wife was joining in!  But he couldn't, not and
take the pornographic movie as well, and the way things were
going, he would make a fortune out of this one!  But God, if he
was in there on the bed, he'd show them all what fucking should be
like!
     "Okay, Billy, you next," he said, waving his other hand at a
young boy waiting gape-mouthed to one side.  "Go in there and have
her suck you off.  Go on, boy, hurry!"
     "Sure, Mr. Andersson!  Anything you say!  Who is she?"
     "Melanie.  Mrs. Melanie Cartwright, you little bastard."  And
he chuckled lewdly as the naked young boy padded quickly out into
the bedroom again.  One, now Two ... and soon there would be
Three!
     Melanie felt a slight sag of additional weight upon the bed,
and felt warm, fresh skin settle down near her face.  Her head
flailed a moment longer as she fought against the sensual pressure
to keep her eyes tightly shut; soon, however, her eyelids parted
and opened a tiny slit.  Dimly she saw a small masculine form
hovering near her mouth, and something else, something short and
firm jutting out from it and toward her lips ...
     A boy!  A teenaged boy not more than fifteen years old!  He
was kneeling there in front of her, holding her facial cheeks
between his hands, his immature penis standing in adolescent
erection from his hairless loins!  Nooo!
     "Mrs. Cartwright?" Billy asked.  "I'm supposed to have you
suck my pecker, Mrs. Cartwright."
     God no!  She couldn't do that!  A man was terrible enough,
but to corrupt an innocent child was too much to ask!  And yet ...
A flutter of salaciousness rippled through her skewered belly as
her lust-filled eyes filled themselves on the virile young penis
waving before her.  It was not offensive, only five inches long,
its bulbous head a rich glistening crimson that gave its
white-skinned shaft the erotic appeal of an enticing delicacy.
She was not even repelled.  The round firm scrotum was so tight
and tender with the look of textured velvet.  So hairless, so
fresh, so viriley boyish ... God, what was she thinking?  She
couldn't want him too!  She couldn't!
     "Suck my pecker, Mrs. Cartwright," Billy urgently said in his
high-pitched voice.  "Please, before Mr. Andersson gets mad at
us!"
     She resisted for a moment, sickened by the sudden shame of
her forbidden desires.  Now she was taking on little boys!  Where
would it end?  Her strange random thoughts were cut short as the
naked youth rammed his short fleshy cock through her wetly parted
lips into the soft warmth of her mouth.  She could feel the spongy
bluntness of his boyish penis sliding the length of her tongue,
lifting momentarily her concentration on the more mature penis
ramming up from behind into her wildly rejoicing vagina.
     Gloating with youthful pride above her head, Billy began to
undulate his slender pelvis, sliding his virile young prick in and
out of the young wife's lips, never quite withdrawing, but leaving
the hot, swollen tip of half an inch inside the warm, wet cavern
of her mouth.  Melanie closed her eyes tightly to block out the
sordid sight of the teenager's sparse-haired genitals sawing into
her tightly ovalled lips.  Oh God, there wasn't any use fighting
it any longer, not the slightest bit!  She would do anything that
salacious blackmailing Andersson forced upon her, and learn to
love it as he did.  And ohhhhh, God, this boy was such a tender,
lovely child!  Moisture filled her mouth, puffing out her cheeks
wide as the youngster shoved forward, burying his slender virile
penis deep in her throat, keeping pace with the man-sized cock
fucking ceaselessly into her widespread buttocks from behind.
     Arnold Dinsdale looked up with lewd delight at the sweat-
glistening body of the helplessly trapped woman skewered between
his cock in her cunt and the teenager's penis in her mouth.
     He timed his thrusts at her contorted face to match those of
young Billy, ramming upwards as he did, levering up on his toes
and thrusting with all his might to try and meet the smaller prick
at the other end of her belly.  He held her warmly undulating
buttocks tighter when he heard her cough and choke as the boy's
fleshy hardness rhythmically brushed her throat on the instroke,
watching her tender flushed lips above his face as they clasped
tighter with a wild hunger around the youthful invasion of her
mouth.
     Melanie felt a rising tide of lust beginning deep inside her
dilated loins.  The very hopelessness of her kneeling position and
the depraved ravishment of her naked young body brought strange
ripples of obscene fire dancing through her shattered nerves.  She
licked and sucked the boyish erection imbedded between her lips,
her saliva thick from the fresh virile secretions of his
lubricating fluid.  The taste was indescribable to her, and the
whole of her vaginal crevice felt wet and used beyond belief.
Tears of unconscious joy trickled from her eyes as she wallowed
lewdly in the pleasure of this dual subjugation to the little boy
and the lean muscular man fucking her at both ends.
     "Now for Part Three!" she dimly heard Andersson yell
triumphantly from behind his movie camera.  "Now she'll take three
at the same time!  Yougo and fuck her in the ass!"
     Melanie jerked her tightly clenched eyes open again at the
horrible implications of the movie maker's words.  Her shocked
gaze locked at the new man, a Negro, who was stepping toward the
bed, and she gasped in terror, trying to squeeze her thighs
tightly together around Dinsdale's cock, her mouth moaning around
the young boy's penis.  It couldn't be true!  That man would split
her open!  Horrible visions of her ripped torn body flickered
wildly through her cringing mind.  Amos couldn't mean it!  He
couldn't!
     But it was too late for her now.  A gigantic Negro crawled up
on the bed.  His huge ebony penis reared out from his black
muscular chest like a third leg, for it was at least ten inches
long and two inches wide.  The crowd of other naked men crowded
closer, stepping onto the white, brightly lit rug and toward the
bed now to get a closer look at the unbelievable spectacle about
to be filmed before their eyes.  Helpful hands from the sides of
the large round bed grasped harshly at Melanie's frantically
quivering legs, pulling them brutally apart so that her tightly
puckered little anus was in full view of them and the camera.
Others strained closer around the bedside to get their look at the
pulsating treasure between the struggling young wife's buttocks.
One overanxious hand reached out to pinch quickly at a full white
breast, digging harshly at the dancing mound for a moment before
disappearing anonymously back into the crowd.
     The giant black man climbed between her widespread legs and
found a position so he could move without disturbing his white
friend fucking upwards into her wet young cunt from below.
Melanie's face contorted in anguish around Billy's virile cock,
every muscle in her body tensed against the inhuman invasion she
knew was sure to come.  The full plane of her defenseless
backsides was presented up to the kneeling Negro in helpless
sacrifice.  It was his, to plunder at will.
     He grinned down at it, his lips bared back over the white
ivory of his teeth in unbridled lust.  "I is Balshazar, and I is
going to fuck yo' in de ass, little white girl!"
     He stroked his immense black penis with both his hands in
greedy preparation for the assault on the cringingly upturned
buttocks swaying in front of him.  His body swayed on his knees
like a stalking cobra, the glistening ebony skin shining in the
arc lights that surrounded the motion picture set.  He shuffled
forward slowly, his pelvis and great bulging black cock shoved out
and quivering like a savage limbo dancer caught in the hypnotic
throes of a primeval jungle dance.
     Her fully bared buttocks quivered uncontrollably as they
tried to escape that monstrous black penis that was going to rip
her rectum apart.  The lust-incited crowd around the bed gasped as
the great bulging head found the tightly clenched anal opening and
jostled for position against the pink rosette of flesh,
insinuating the merest fraction of its tip inside her anal hole.
Then with a flick of his hips, the grinning Negro forced the
blood-filled cock-head brutally into the pulsing muscle of her
hairless little anus, stretching her resisting rubbery flesh
almost to the bursting point.
     "Mmmmmmmmaaaaawwww!" Melanie moaned out wildly around the
young boy's still driving penis in her mouth.  "Mmmmmmaaaggggg!"
     It sunk another cruel inch, the struggling young wife trying
desperately to kick her legs free of both it and Dinsdale's cock
to escape the punishing impalement.  The eager hands held them
tightly to the mattress, though, and Balshazar levered his hips
and flicked again.  His grin widened as his relentless black cock
slid in Melanie's white backsides another excruciating inch.
     "Mmmmuuunnnngggg!"
     Another inch
     "Mmmmaaaaaagggggghhhhh!"
     Her sobbing, struggling protests and resistance only brought
a sudden crushing thrust from the naked black man that plowed his
giant ebony cock deeper into her tightly resisting anus, pushing
great waves of rectal flesh in soft rolling waves before it.
Melanie jerked convulsively forward, only to ram more of young
Billy's penis into her mouth as Balshazar's hardness raced all the
way up inside her belly like a runaway freight train.  It was an
uncontrolled monster crawling around inside her, filling her every
crevice and pushing her internal organs into tiny balls of agony
that could not breath or move.  It was coming all the way up out
her throat, shoving the smaller youthful penis out of her mouth,
ripping her soul from her body and devouring it in great thrusts
of depraved sensuality.
     The Negro did not even wait a moment to allow the helplessly
impaled young girl beneath him time to adjust to his huge
pulsating member buried deep up in her soft white belly.  He began
a painfully quick fucking motion in and out of Melanie's
impossibly stretched anus, thrusting forward mercilessly from the
apex of his withdrawal and battering her pain-wracked rectum hard
against his savage loins.  Dinsdale's penis embedded in her cunt
joined the slowly pistoning cock in a rhythmic fucking duo, and
then Billy caught the same pumping tempo with his virile hardness
sliding between her lips, and soon all three of them began to
buffet her between them like a sack of resilient foam rubber.
     At first the only thing that Melanie could manage to do was
utter long continuous whines that went on and on as they smacked
into her defenselessly naked body with harder and faster force.
But slowly and inexorably the pain was easing, and in its place a
weird sensation of happiness tingled through her naked writhing
flesh.  The outrageous defilement and subjugation brought strange
pleasures flooding through her blood stream, and her hips began to
unconsciously gyrate in an abandoned rhythm with the increasing
speed of the trio of cocks fucking into her.
     A thousand helpful hands groped at her from the leering faces
around the bed.  The pain receded more and more, and her whine of
agony began to change to low whimpers of passionate pleading.  She
began to want this to hurt her, to want to be torn in half in
front of everybody to want to be ripped into a thousand pieces by
the boy in front of her, the man on the bottom and the Negro
fucking her in the ass.  They were filling her mouth, her cunt,
her raw pink rectum with their merciless cocks, and she wanted
nothing more than to be brutally punished for being the dirty
whoring bitch she knew she had become.  She wanted every entrance
of her naked body to be savagely raped until they all shot off
their hot white loads of cum inside her, and that was all there
was in her mindless world to wish for now.  She was lost, lost!
She could never be the same again after this, and she no longer
gave one Goddamn.
     "Ohhhh yes, yes fuck me all you bastards!" she crooned around
the boyish cock ramming between her teeth.  She squirmed her body
around lewdly among the myriad of hands and fingers that were
crawling over her tingling flesh.  She opened her eyes and cocks
were everywhere.  The men around the bed had crawled up on the
mattress with them now, and were stroking their hardened penises
over her in time to the black and white pricks smacking into her.
Long ones, short ones, fat ones ... she was a prisoner in a great
cock heaven, and all the time while three battering erections were
fucking into her, trapping her between them like an insect stuck

