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 ï>¿Room with a View by Art Martin

   Chapter 21 - Be Careful What You Wish For

   Lenny's wife, Millie, agrees to put on a picnic for the railroad crew,
where Big Mike discovers and sets in motion a plan to fulfill her greatest
wish.  Desperately wishing Julia was sexually more open, David enlists
Jake's help.

   Lying awake all night, Millie contemplated her husband's request. 
'Parade about in my bra and panties before all those men...  I never!' As
incensed as she was, the thought still intrigued her.  'Would they find me
attractive?' Lenny certainly didn't look at her in a sexual way, at least
not for the past few years.  To him, all she was good for was to cook and
clean.  The only sex they had was a quick once a week affair where Lenny
mounted her and got his rocks off as quickly as possible.  It certainly
wasn't making love.  'Maybe if they took interest in me, perhaps Lenny
would too,' she reasoned. She thought back trying to remember when was the
last time Lenny was considerate enough to pleasure her.  'Has he ever?  Has
he ever even tried?' Certainly not since they discovered that his sperm
count was too low to impregnate her.  Children, that's what she wanted, not
money, not a fancy house or a fancy car, just children, her own children to
love and cherish.  Was that too much to ask for?  She knew that she would
be a good nurturing mother.  As simple as her desire was, it was not to be,
at least not with Lenny. Her thoughts drifted to Lenny's boss, Big Mike and
the last time she'd seen the burly man, bare-chested and sweaty.   -~Now
that's a man, a real man, -(TM) she said to herself as she felt her pussy
twitch.  Then she considered the way the big man always looked at her.  It
was a look that made her feel desirable.  She was always embarrassed by his
forward manner and the way his eyes wandered over body as if he was
mentally undressing her.  Still it was nice knowing that someone, a man,
found her appealing.  A faint smile came upon her lips in the darkness as
she thought about her favorite fantasy.  Taking the biggest zucchini she
had on hand, she would use it to bring on the orgasm that Lenny failed to
provide her with, pretending the entire time that it was Big Mike's cock
working over vagina.  Having self-pleasured herself with it, she would
later peel it and prepare it for her negligent husband's supper. 'Just a
bra and panties?  They would all laugh at me.  Or would they?' she thought
looking up at the ceiling from her loveless bed.  No sooner had she
dismissed the thought when it came right back to her.  'A picnic would be
fun.  I don't have to parade around half naked.  Of course if I wanted to,
I could...  no, I couldn't...  could I?' With butterflies filling her
stomach, Millie got up and went to the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. 
She pulled out the bottle of Xanex.  Half an hour later she wasn't feeling
nervous anymore.

   *****

   "Okay.  Ya know what I need," said Jake to his helper Horsefly.  "Now
can ya get it for me?" The black buck thought about the request and nodded.
"Good.  Take the morning off and get it for me.  Don't worry, I won't dock
your pay." Horsefly grinned and replied deferentially, "Yassir, boss.  I's
be goin' now.  Yo kin count on me." "Ya just bring it to me.  Bring it or
don't show yer black ass around here again!" "Yassir!  Yassir!  I's be
back!"

   *****

   Nervous as a cat, dread and foreboding filled Lenny's being as the noon
hour approached.  How could he explain to Big Mike, Roger and Luke when his
wife didn't show up for the "picnic"?  He was about to be figuratively
castrated in the eyes of his co-workers for reneging on a bet.  Aware of
her husband's angst, Millie had spent morning happily preparing for the
picnic with a smile on her face.  'Let the bastard sweat,' she thought as
she went about her business.  It'd been a long time since Lenny had asked
her to go anywhere and she was determined to have some fun.  Of course
Lenny didn't need to know that.  Last night and this morning Lenny had
begged and pleaded with her to at least show up.  She could wear whatever
she wanted he said.  She wouldn't have to do anything that she was
uncomfortable with he said. "Uncomfortable?" she snorted.  "I'll be as
comfortable as I can," she said to the mirror while primping her hair. 
Carefully she applied just enough makeup to enhance her appearance.  It had
been a while since she had bothered with makeup and so she was somewhat out
of practice.  The pleasant face smiled back from the mirror.  "I should do
this more often," she said to herself, "maybe Lenny would..." The smile on
the face in the mirror faded to a scowl.  "No, he wouldn't." Thoughts
drifted back to her idealized vision of Big Mike, bringing on the urge to
touch herself.  She resisted the temptation.  "Not today," she said to the
mirror.  "Later, maybe, but not now."

   *****

   Shelly too went about her morning with a smile on her face.  She was
pleased that despite the heavy use yesterday, her pussy wasn't sore and the
swelling of her labia that was so pronounced last night had gone down.  She
thought of her father-in-law and how shocked she was when he told her to
"squeeze yer pussy whenever ya can, darling.  That'll keep yer cunt nice
and tight fer yer husband." That was right after she and Luke had gotten
married.  She remembered thinking that the old man was just being nasty,
but it had proved to be sage advice from an elder.  Even after yesterday
she knew that she would be still nice and tight for Luke tonight when he
got home. But it would hours before Luke came home and memories of
yesterday with the roofing gang played over and over in her mind.  She felt
a yearning in her loins and regretted that the roofers had finished
yesterday and wouldn't be back today. Around nine, the doorbell rang.  It
was O'Ryan standing there with a sheepish grin.  "Hi, Shelly.  Got a few
minutes?" Shelly tossed her long blonde locks back and in doing so thrust
her tits out.  Shelly saw just where O'Ryan's eyes were looking.  'Men,'
she thought, 'they're so predictable.' With a comely smile she replied,
"No, I don't have a minute, but I've an hour or so."

   *****

   David's morning was filled with feelings of guilt and self-loathing.  He
knew he should have never allowed things to go so far as they did last
night with Billy.  Easing his guilt, he rationalized that it was really all
Julia's fault.  If she'd been a more loving wife to him, he wouldn't have
been sleeping with the curious boy and none of it would have happened.  If
all the boy did was play with his dick, it wouldn't have been so bad, he
reasoned.  He closed his eyes and remembered what happened after he rolled
away from the boy to end the sexual play.  David shuddered as the lewd
memory filled his mind's eye of the little fingers, wet with his emission,
probing between his ass cheeks until the boy had found his father's swollen
anus.  How one by one the little fingers slipped effortlessly through his
stretched out sphincter, the way well lubricated with the semen of his
burly neighbor, until the boy had his whole hand up his butt.  How he had
bucked his hips and how he had urged the boy on. With a start, he heard the
doorbell announcing the arrival of a customer.  David let go of his
reddened dick, stuffed it back into his pants and zipped up.  Sticking his
head around the stockroom door, he saw that it was the Reverend Brown, the
pastor of his church who was now rummaging through some books on the
closeout counter. "Reverend!" greeted David with sincerity. "David, my boy!
How are you today?" beamed the Reverend. "Fine, just fine." "Well, I just
stopped by to see how you and Julia are getting along.  Did you two take my
advice to heart?" "Well, to be honest, no.  I tried, but Julia just shut me
out." "Well, I realize that she can be a difficult woman," sympathized the
pastor.  "But you two will have to work it out between yourselves.  If I
can be of any help, please don't hesitate to call on me." The pastor picked
up a weighty tome from a shelf and handed it to David who beamed at the
prospect of a sale.  "I suggest that you read this," said the pastor. 
"Julia too.  Perhaps it will lead you to some common ground. Well, I'd best
be going.  Just wanted to stop in to see how you were doing." A moment
later the Pastor was out the door leaving David holding a copy of "The
Christian Marriage".

   *****

   Lenny couldn't believe his eyes when saw his wife drive up to the
crossing and park their car.  Big Mike saw her too.  He was truly amazed
that Lenny had the gumption to ask his wife to come out to where they were
working. The butterflies were back and Millie reached into her purse for
another Xanex.  It was too soon to take another tab, but she took it anyway
washing it down with bottled water.  She checked her makeup one last time
before stepping from the car into the searing heat.  Gingerly she walked up
the roadway shoulder towards the railroad tracks, wobbling a bit on her
thick high heels as she navigated the uneven surface of the county road. 
At least the big straw hat shaded her face. As she approached, the four men
gathered into a group.  "Way to go, Lenny," whispered Roger so that Millie
couldn't hear. "I don't fucking believe it," muttered Big Mike.  "Hats off
to you, buddy!" Approaching the group, Millie shivered as she checked out
the array of sweating half dressed beefcake waiting for her.  There was Big
Mike, broad chested and tattooed, as handsome as ever.  Through the red
body hair, his chest glistened in the sunlight with sweat.  She then
covertly checked out Roger before stealing a glance at the young kid who
was rippled with muscles.  'I suppose that's Luke,' she said to herself
with glee.  'My, he's a handsome boy!' "Hi, honey!" called out Lenny from
the group.  He was elated that she had come, thereby saving him from the
certain fate of forever henceforth being treated like a goat.  The fact
that she was dressed head to toe like she was heading off to church didn't
bother him too much, even though he wished she could have dressed a little
more lightly.  "Do you need some help?" "Of course I do," replied his
smiling wife.  "Please, you boys go and get all the things out of the back
of the car." Lenny, Roger and Luke trudged off to get everything she'd
brought with her, leaving her alone with Big Mike.  She watched as Big Mike
scanned her from head to toe with that wolfish look in his eyes.  'Is he
always so forward?' she asked herself. Big Mike's eyes finally settled onto
her face.  "Good to see you again, Millie," he finally said.  "You look
nice." The compliment, as weak as it was, was not lost on her.  She hadn't
heard a compliment of any sort for what seemed to be forever.  "Nice to see
you again too, Mike," she replied cordially.  "Is it always so hot out
here?" she asked fanning herself. "Yeah, but we get used to it." "Is there
any shade?  I'm simply going to melt." "Sure.  Just down the tracks is a
river crossing.  There's plenty of shade along the bank and there's a nice
sand bar.  Good place to take a swim and cool off," answered Big Mike
pointing to an area that wasn't visible from the road. "I didn't bring a
swimming suit.  I didn't realize..." "We're all adults," replied Big Mike
cryptically. Millie didn't answer but immediately thought of cooling off in
the stream.  'Maybe I could,' she thought considering her options.  Without
waiting for the others, Big Mike led her down the tracks and into the
woods. Carefully she stepped from cross tie to cross tie, certain that she
would twist her ankle in the loose ballast of the track bed.  At the
railroad bridge, there was a path down to the riverbank.  Millie stopped
and removed her shoes before making the steep decent. Out on the sandy
spit, she tentatively stepped into the shallow clear running water.  It was
at least ten degrees cooler down on the water.  A feeling of absolute calm
and serenity sweep over her induced by the Xanex as well as her
surroundings.  "Oh, this is so beautiful," she remarked as she looked out
over the small steam. Big Mike stepped up from behind her.  Resting his
hands on her hips he remarked, "Not as beautiful as you are." Millie froze,
unsure of what to do.  She gasped as Big Mike pressed his groin into her
buttocks.  'Gawd, is that what I...  Oh, my gawd, he's huge!' "I want to
thank you for coming out today," he whispered in her ear, his hot breath on
her neck sending shivers down her spine.  "It's not often that we have a
pretty girl come out to take care of us." To her horror, Millie realized
that she was pressing back into his hard cock.  Breaking away, she said
breathlessly, "I, I think I hear them coming." Moments later, the trio of
shirtless men were noisily coming down the tricky path carrying with them
everything Millie had brought. Millie excused herself and went about the
business of setting up lunch, directing Lenny on where to spread the
blankets, where to put the paper plates and utensils, etc.  Big Mike
directed his crew to remove their shoes before sitting on her blankets as
Millie pulled out the cold lunch from the cooler.  One by one, she served
each man a plate of cold tuna salad, cold six-bean salad, and potato salad.
As the men began ravenously devouring their lunch, she passed out cold
drinks to each before fixing her own plate of food.  Each man had seconds
and then thirds until all the food was consumed. "Anyone for a swim?" asked
Big Mike as he rubbed his full belly. "You need to wait thirty minutes
before going in the water," instructed Millie, "otherwise you'll get
cramps." "That's an old wives' tale," remarked Big Mike.  "Besides the
water is too shallow here to actually swim.  All you have to do is just
stand up." "But I didn't bring..." "I know.  You can just go in your bra
and panties," said Big Mike as if he were giving her directions to a store.
"It's just like wearing a bikini.  In fact, compared to the skimpy bikinis
my step-daughter wears, I'm sure you will be covered adequately." "I don't
know...  Maybe I'll just sit it out." "Suit yourself," stated Big Mike. 
"It's awfully hot today and that water's just perfect." "Well, you boys go
ahead.  I'll just watch." "Okay," said Big Mike as he stood.  Millie
shouldn't have been surprised, but she was when Big Mike dropped his jeans
into the sand along with his boxer shorts.  Lenny braced himself for a
screaming fit from his erstwhile prudish wife, but none came as she was
stunned into silence. Giving her a moment to witness his substantial
manhood, Big Mike nonchalantly turned and headed into the cool water naked
as the day he was born.  Gawking at the nude man, she caught the sight of
Luke coming into her field of vision.  He too was buck-naked.  Turning, she
saw Roger drop his jeans.  Avoiding looking Roger square in the eyes, she
quickly looked away toward the backside of the two men now wading out into
the middle of the creek.  A moment later, Roger passed by on his way to
join in the refreshing swim. "Oh, honey, I'm sorry," apologized Lenny.  "I
didn't think that they'd do such a thing." "It's, it's alright, Lenny," the
scandalized woman stammered.  Aided by the Xanex she'd taken earlier, she
put a brave face forward.  "Honest.  I've seen naked men before.  Why don't
you join them and cool off.  I know it will make you feel better." "Are you
sure?" She wasn't sure of anything at the moment other than being in the
woods with her husband and three naked men.  "Yes, I'm sure.  It's
alright." "Okay, but what Big Mike said about wearing your bra and panties.
He's right.  So, if you want to join us..." "Join you?  You want me in my
bra and panties?  Why not naked like them?" "Look, I'm sorry Millie, I..."
"Oh, it's okay, Lenny.  I'll think about it.  Now go join your friends."
Lenny wasn't at all sure what she was thinking or how she felt about the
turn of events.  Still it was hot, he was sweating, and he needed to cool
off.  "Are you sure?" he asked again. "I'm no prude," she replied
defensively.  "You want to go swimming, go on.  I'll be fine right here."
Lenny shrugged, stripped and then ran into the water.  Millie watched with
embarrassed amusement as the four men frolicked about like schoolboys. 
There was no breeze what so ever down below the creek bank and despite
being in the shade she soon began to perspire. Relaxed and dulled by the
Xanex she had taken, her natural shyness faded.  "Oh, what the hell," she
finally said unbuttoning her dress.  "They're right, it is just like a
bathing suit.  Otherwise, I'm going to die from this heat!" Roger looked
back towards the shore.  "Hey, Lenny, your wife's getting naked!" All four
men looked to shore in time to see Millie drop her dress before sitting
down on the blanket wearing just a black bra and black panties. "Maybe
she's coming around," ventured Big Mike. "I don't believe it," remarked
Lenny.  "This ain't like her at all." "Don't count on it, Lenny.  Women can
be strange creatures," remarked Roger. Big Mike turned to the somewhat
flummoxed husband, "You did tell her that we were going to fuck her, didn't
you?" "No!  For Christ's sake!" "Just bustin' your balls, Lenny," laughed
Big Mike.  "Relax.  Like I said, maybe she's coming around." "I just said
for her to wear something revealing." "And now she's in her bra and
panties. That's revealing.  Mind if I go talk to her?" "Mike please... 
don't..." "I'm just going to coax her out in the water," replied Big Mike.
"Relax, nobody's gonna rape her or anything." "Goddamnit, Mike, she's my
wife!" "Relax will ya?...  Shit!  You sure can be a real pain in the ass.
Ya know that?  Look, I'll give you choice.  We need to change the secondary
transformer in the crossing signal, right?  We don't have a spare secondary
transformer.  So, here's your choice.  You can go back to the shop and pick
up the parts we need, right now or...  or ya can just shut the fuck up and
go with the flow. "The way I see it," continued the crew boss, "as long as
we don't have the right parts, we might as well take a break from the heat.
We can pick up the transformer in the morning and come back out here
tomorrow morning when it's relatively cool.  Besides, this is a perfect
place for Luke's wife to seriously entertain us, don't you think?" Lenny,
nervous as a stray cat in the dog pound, remained silent. "Lenny, you've
been gripping for some time now that Millie's as cold as a fish.  Sorry
pal, she don't look cold to me at all.  She inhibited, yes, but cold, no."
"You don't know her, Mike.  You don't know her at all," replied Lenny. "I
know women...  Tell you what.  I'll make you a bet.  I'll bet my wife's
pussy that I can get Millie to come out in the water with us and cool off."
"Maybe you can do that, Mike, but..." "I also bet I can get her to lose the
friggin' bra and the panties." "Bull shit!  You're on, Mike," declared
Lenny confident that Big Mike had overreached. Big Mike gave his underling
a harsh look.  "There's to be no interference from you.  None whatsoever!
Agreed?" "Agreed," replied Lenny with a hint of resentment in his voice.
"And none of that, 'I didn't think' or 'I didn't know' crappola.  You
interfere and you'll spend the rest of the afternoon working the grade by
yourself." "And if you lose?" asked Lenny skeptically. "I told you.  I'm
betting my Ginger's pussy right here and now." Mike formed a loose circle
with his thumb and forefinger and obscenely thrust his other index finger
through the hole.  "I lose, and I'll have her out here buck-assed naked to
entertain us like Luke's Shelly entertains.  "Now, you lost at poker, Lenny
and so far you've been a good sport about it.  Nobody's going to force
Millie to do anything she doesn't want to do.  You have my word on that."
Millie looked up when Mike was halfway to where she was sitting.  The
butterflies immediately returned as she watched him casually approaching
with his big dick and heavy ball sack swinging in the breeze.  "Oh, my,"
she whispered unsure whether to stay or to bolt.  He was only a few steps
from the blanket when she had presence of mind to grab her dress and cover
herself. Kneeling down in front of her, Big Mike rested on his heels, not
failing to notice that she was staring at his penis.  After a very long
moment, she looked up and blushed brightly.  Mike reached forward and
brushed the brown curls from her face and looked into her soft brown eyes.
"You're a beautiful woman, Millie," he began as he gently pulled her
crumpled dress away with very little resistance.  "There's no need to hide
your body, darling.  You've got a beautiful body." The flush on her face
grew darker. "What with this heat and all, I know you've got to be
incredibly uncomfortable up here," he said evenly.  "Why don't you come
join us in the water to cool off?" "I can't, I...  uh, can you put some
pants on?" "Why?  It's hot and I'm swimming," he replied as if it were a
common occurrence.  "Oh, I see," added with a hint of contrition.  "Sorry
if you're embarrassed by my nudity, but you shouldn't be.  Half the people
in this world are more or less built like me and the other half are women
built like you.  It's no big deal, and it's nothing to be embarrassed
about." "Well, I am embarrassed, and..." "I going to let you in a little
secret.  My wife and I, we're nudists...  that's right," he lied.  "Luke
and his wife are nudists too.  We go to this camp every weekend and get in
touch with our inner beings.  It's no big deal." "That's wicked," she
whispered staring down at his cock, the cock she modeled with a zucchini.
"Wicked?  Not in the least!  We're a Christian group!  We have services
every Sunday morning." "Naked?" "Of course.  It's a nudist camp.  There's
nothing sexual about it you know, just liberating, casting off all the
stupid baggage that society burdens us with.  Now, come with me and have
some fun." It never occurred to her to ask why was he pale white below his
waistline if he really was a nudist.  "I, I, I'll get my things wet." Mike
reached out and lifted her face up to look her in the eyes.  "I understand
that, truly I do.  I hate wet clammy clothes too.  Just take them off and
they'll stay nice and dry." "I can't.  What if somebody finds out?" "Finds
out?  Who?  Nobody's gonna find out about nothing.  Hell, we could all get
fired for goofing off like this, but it's too damned hot to work on the
grade.  Now, I can promise you this...  I ain't saying anything, Luke's not
saying anything, Roger ain't gonna say a thing and Lenny ain't saying
anything either.  So look around, there ain't nobody else but us sinners
around here.  So, if you don't say anything, nobody will ever know. 
Besides, it's no big deal...  we're all adults.  Now c'mon, the water's
fine and so are you." Millie's stomach fluttered again at his compliments.
No one ever said she was beautiful, or fine or any of the other things that
Big Mike had said to her this afternoon. "I'm so ugly," she whispered. "Who
says?  You are beautiful.  You know, Lenny's a lucky man to have someone
like you.  Now c'mon, let's go have some fun.  I promise that in five
minutes, six at most, you'll be having the time of your life.  Heck, maybe
you and Lenny can join us down at the camp some weekend." Mike stood taking
her by the hand to help her to her feet.  Millie felt the butterflies again
and felt a little dizzy as Mike's eyes brazenly wandered to her generous
cleavage set off by her best black bra and then across her body. Suddenly
he stepped behind her.  Before she could protest, she felt her bra loosen.
"Oh, my, oh, my" she whispered as Mike gently pulled the black straps down
off her arms. "Holy shit!" declared Lenny who was watching Mike's every
move from midstream.  Millie covered her exposed bosoms with her hand as
the bra drifted to the ground.  With her mind in a panic she froze in place
as she felt her panties being pulled off her hips.  "I don't fuckin'
believe it!" declared the astonished husband from fifty yards away. "Hot
damn!" snorted Roger.  "He's got her naked!  Buck-assed naked!" With her
black lacy panties down around her ankles, Millie discovered that she
didn't have enough hands to modestly cover herself.

   *****

   "I always thought that I was the biggest slut in town," remarked Toni as
she sipped her coffee, "but you win that title, Shelly." "What do you
mean?" asked the buxom blond feigning insult. "Well, for starters, at least
I wait until the afternoon to get laid by some strange dick.  I saw you and
that O'Ryan fellow getting after it this morning.  It was barely nine
o'clock in the morning!  You should be ashamed." "No, I'm not in the least
ashamed.  Besides he brought me a pretty silk robe.  It's red, and it's so
pretty and feels so good against my skin.  He must've paid a fortune for
it! Besides, I owe him, you know, and..." "Was it good?  The way you were
squealing it must've been good," giggled Toni. "Well, after what Jake told
him the other night, he took his sweet time...  used his mouth to get me
off, before he, you know...  Anyway, he wasn't as good as Luke or Jake,
still...  Poor man was late getting his store open!" The two women laughed
and discussed O'Ryan's anatomy in great detail over coffee comparing his
penis to every other penis they had recently been privy to.

   *****

   The afternoon dragged slowly for David at his store.  It would be a day
or two before orders for Boris' new DVD came in and as usual, there was no
one in the bookstore.  Monday's were always particularly slow it seemed. 
There hadn't been a single customer since his pastor was there earlier.  He
had already watched the DVD that Boris had sent some weeks before, watched
it twice without interruption: a full hour and a half of butt-fucking,
cock-sucking little boys.  The setting was a camp, much like the church
camp where he spent the entire summer.  The sex was the same, more or less,
but it certainly wasn't a church camp.  For one thing, the boys were always
naked as was the entire camp staff.  Another difference were the games they
played.  For instance, just before filling into the mess hall, the
councilors would pick two boys to wrestle, the winner cornholed the loser.
In another scene, they played another game.  The loser of that game got
cornholed by the camp cook (who had a very large cock) on a table. On his
second viewing that latter scene with the cook got David to reminisce about
his own experiences.  Of Joey, the program director, lying buck naked in
the bright moonlight telling him, "You're a cool guy, David.  How's camp
for you?" "Okay, I guess.  Swimming every day is great and so is the
canoeing, but the craft stuff is getting kinda boring.  I mean, how many
popsicle-stick bird houses do I have make this summer?" Joey chuckled.  "I
know what you mean.  You're the only camper who's been here for more than
two weeks.  You're staying until the end of the season?" "Yeah.  How many
weeks is that?" " 'Bout six.  I understand that you're a pretty good
swimmer.  Have you done the mile swim?" "Yeah, three times already.  It's
the best part of camp!  I want to join a swim team next year!  If my
parents let me." "Would you like to help out with the aquatics? 
Unofficially of course.  You, know, help out at the pool and at the boat
dock?" asked Joey while he idly played with his dick. "Would I!" exclaimed
young David as he watched the older male fondling himself. "Well, let me
see what I can do for you.  Maybe I can even arrange for you to bunk with
staff." "Cool!" "Like I said, you seem to be a pretty cool guy." David
beamed at the complement.  No one had ever said that he was cool before.
"Can I tell you something, in confidence?" asked the older male. "Yeah,
sure, Joey." "I knew you were a cool guy when I saw you looking at my cock
in the showers.  If you want, you can get a closer look.  Go on, it's okay
if you want." David indeed wanted a close look at the seemingly huge staff
that jutted from Joey's groin. "I really want to beat off," the older male
said as he continued to fondle himself.  "You mind if I do?" "No," replied
David. "You ever beat off?" "Uh, no..." "You're kidding me?  Cool guy like
you?  I would have thought you pounded your dick every chance you got."
"What's beating off?" "Well, I tell you, David, it's about the best feeling
in the world.  Feels so good sometimes that you'd swear you were going to
pass out.  Feels great.  Most guys do it all the time." "Uh, how do you...
beat off?" "Well, you put three fingers on the underside of your cock, just
below the head and along your tube like this, and put your thumb on top of
your dick, like this.  Then you move your hand up and down, like this. 
After a few minutes, you get a great feeling, a feeling that'll take your
breath away." David gripped his pecker like Joey was showing him and began
stroking himself for the first time.  Joey stopped masturbating and watched
as his young charge jacked off. "I don't feel anything," said David
thinking that he was somehow doing something wrong. "It takes a few
minutes. You know what?  It feels even better if someone else does it for
you." "Really?" "Want me to show you?" "Okay." "You're sure about that?"
"Yeah." "You're not going to run back and tell anybody?" "No, of course
not." "I didn't think so, but I have to be sure." "C'mon, show me, Joey."
Joey sat up beside the willing boy and took David's small cock in his big
hand.  Caressing the boy's cock and balls, Joey asked, "You like that?"
"Oh, yeah," replied David in a whisper.  "It, it feels really good." The
two were silent for a moment.  The soft thumping sound of Joey working over
David's dick joined the night sounds of the crickets and tree frogs.
"You've got a nice dick, David...  Seeing that you've haven't beat off
before, I guess you don't know if your nuts are creaming yet." "Creaming?"
"Yeah, making sperm." "Uh, no, I...  oh, shit!...  Oh!  It's...  it's
feeling really funny...  Oh!  Ohhhhhhhh!" With salacious pleasure, Joey
continued masturbating the boy, watching him squirming around on the
blanket in the throes of his first orgasm.  David became motionless and his
dick began to soften.  There was just a small dollop of cum that had oozed
from his cock.  Joey scooped it up on his finger and smeared it on David's
lips.  Then Joey licked his finger clean. Eventually, David's eyes
fluttered open.  Licking his lips he tasted his own cum for the first time.
Joey was still sitting beside him, playing with the boy's nuts and cock
again.  "How was that?" asked the senior councilor. "Cool!  Awesomely
cool!" "I thought you'd like that." Joey removed his hand from David's
crotch and lay back down on the blanket.  "Shooting off has got to be the
best feeling in the world." David's attention was once again drawn to the
big cock jutting from Joey's groin.  Tentatively David reached over and ran
his fingers through Joey's curly pubic hair.  "You've got so much hair,"
remarked David as the he felt the springy hair.  "Can I...  you know... 
touch..." "You really are a cool guy, aren't you?  Listen, you can touch
whatever you want, as much as you want." Joey lay back, enjoying the feel
of David's small fingers exploring his cock and then his balls. "How come
your...  your..." "Dick?" ventured the older male. "Yeah, dick.  I get
spanked at home if I use that word," revealed David. "It's just a word,
like leg, arm, or fingers.  Call it what it is, a dick, a cock, or even
penis," instructed Joey. "Uh, okay.  I won't get into trouble?" "You have
to use some common sense.  Around me, or some of the other cool guys here,
you can say whatever you want.  Others, especially around the girls, you
have to be more circumspect." "Circumspect?" "Yeah, discrete.  There are
some people you can say things to and others you can't, just as there are
some people you can do things with and others you can't.  For instance, you
can touch my dick, like you're doing now whenever we are alone, but don't
try and touch Mr.  Cransky's dick.  He'll go ballistic!  Mr.  Cransky is
definitely not cool.  Understand?" "Yeah, I understand." "You have to be
very, very careful who you reveal things to.  I figured you were cool and I
was right." "Thanks.  Will my dick ever be as big as yours?" "Once you get
a little more hair around your dick, it'll start to get bigger." "Really?"
"Yeah.  You're bigger now than you were a few years ago.  Right?" "Yeah, I
guess." "You just have to give yourself time to grow." "Yeah, but I want to
be bigger now.  Is there a way I can do that?" "Fertilizer!" laughed Joey.
"You can fertilize it!" "I'm serious," said David smarting from the sting
of a perceived put down. "I'm serious too.  All you need is some extra
hormones." "Where would I get that?" "From me," answered the older male
with a smirk. "You?" "Yeah.  I'm grown.  In addition to sperm, a healthy
guy's nuts make a lot of hormones too." "Yeah, we sort of learned about
that at school, but they didn't say what the hormones did." "The right
kinds of hormones that make you grow.  They'll make your dick bigger.  You
know what?  The wrong hormones can turn you into a girl." "You're putting
me on now," said David skeptically. "Serious.  What sex you are, how big
you grow, where you grow, it's all governed by hormones.  Right now, your
nuts are starting make certain hormones, it's called puberty.  Your voice
changes, you become more muscular, you start getting hairy between the your
legs, your dick gets bigger.  If you're a girl, you develop curves where
there weren't any curves before, your tits start growing, hair starts to
grow between your legs, you start menstruating." "Menstruating?  What's
that?" "Well, let's see.  Once a month a girl's pussy bleeds." "Ewwww!" "If
you pay attention, you'll notice that for a few days, a girl won't go into
the pool." "Really?  How come?" "They'll bloody up the water, goofus!"
"Oh!...  I never knew that." "They also can be in a really bad mood."
"When?" "When they're on the rag!" "Rag?" "Never mind...  All this talk
about girls is making me horny." "Horny?" "Yeah.  Makes me want to beat
off. Tell you what.  Seeing how I got your rocks off, how about if you
return the favor." "You mean, do this?" "Oh yeah.  That's it.  You're a
fast learner." David stroked Joey's big cock diligently until Joey
announced, "I'm cumming.  I'm cumming.  Here it comes.  Here it comes." To
David's amazement, Joey's dick jerked in his hand as a long rope of semen
shot from his cock and splattered across his stomach.  Then another jerk,
and more cum shot from his dick.  Then another, and another, each pulse a
little less forceful than the previous one until it no longer flew through
the air, but more or less gushed, and then oozed from the tip of his cock.
Breathlessly the councilor whispered, "Mmmm, that felt good, David.  Really
good," praised a momentarily sated Joey. "Know what else feels good?"

   *****

   Big Mike's promise was right, Millie was having the time of her life,
frocking nude in the water with the four naked men.  Once her rectitude had
diminished and the feeling lessened that someone might be watching them,
Millie felt liberated for the first time in her life.  They all laughed and
played like teenagers splashing about, playing tag and other innocent
games. The way the men ogled her naked body made her feel as beautiful as
Mike had said she was.  The fact that the men quite often displayed
erections intrigued and beguiled her. Even Lenny was giving her the
attention that he rarely displayed, hugging and kissing her.  Now and then
he would cop a feel of her tits as much for show as a demonstration of his
affection. "Now that everybody is relaxed," said Big Mike, "I have a game
we play at the nudist camp.  It's called...  uh, Discovery.  Seeing that we
have four guys and only one girl, you're it, Millie.  Now, c'mere darling
and stand facing the shore; hands to your side.  Okay, close your eyes. 
The object of the game is to guess who it is by using all your senses but
sight.  No, peaking." "What if I peak?" giddily challenged Millie. "You
look and you take a penalty," replied Mike in a serious tone. "Penalty? 
What's the penalty?" "You get a spanking," answered Mike with forced
firmness. "Oh, and who does the spanking?" she asked with a wag of her
butt. "I do," replied Mike brightly. "Oooo, guess I can't cheat." "You can,
but you get penalized.  Now close your eyes, baby." Millie stood stark
naked in the knee deep water with her eyes closed.  Behind her she could
hear the men whispering.  "Something bit me!" she suddenly blurted as she
danced about in the shallow water with her tits flopping about. "Its just
minnows," reassured a bemused Mike.  "They won't hurt you.  Now stand
still." "But it tickles!" "If one bites your butt, I'll kiss it and make it
well.  Now turn around and close your eyes.  Open your eyes again and
you'll be sorry." Millie stood as instructed, but soon the little fish were
nibbling on her legs and causing her to move about. "Be still, Millie. 
Okay, now who is it?" came the command from somewhere off to her left side.
From the tone she knew that it was Big Mike's voice. Millie stood fast
bearing the ticklish assault by the little critters while straining to hear
some clue.  The only sound she heard was the rustling of the water and
songs of a mockingbird and a cardinal.  Someone took her hand and placed it
on the bare chest of a man standing in front of her.  "Okay, Millie, can
you tell me who it is?" said a voice off to one side. She cautiously felt
the man's chest in front of her.  He was well muscled and nearly hairless.
So it couldn't be Lenny nor could it be Big Mike.  She took a stab at it
declaring without confidence, "Roger?" "Very good, Millie," said the voice
that she knew to be Big Mike's.  The man stepped away and another took his
place.  This man was solidly built, and very broad.  Her fingers trailed
through a forest of thick hair.  She was tempted to feel lower, but stopped
herself at the man's deep navel. "Who is it?" asked a voice that she
recognized as Luke's. "Big Mike!" she declared with supreme confidence.
"Very good," replied Big Mike lingering a bit to see if her hand would go
any lower.  It didn't, in fact she pulled it away. She heard some
whispering again.  Suddenly she felt someone pressing and rubbing his body
into her back. "Oh, my," she whispered.  Then as his hard cock pressed and
rubbed against her buttocks she nearly jumped, but gamely stood her ground.
"Who is it?" "I, I don't know." "Take a guess." From the size of the penis
pressing into her she reasoned that it wasn't Big Mike.  "Uh, Roger!" she
blurted with a giggle. "Wrong!" said Big Mike. "Who is it?" she asked as
the mystery man backed silently away. "Can't tell you.  You have to guess
correctly.  Okay, let's do it again.  Next!" Moments later another man
pressed his body into her backside.  This man rubbed her too, but lacked
any real enthusiasm. "Who is it?" "Uh, Lenny!" she said with a giggle. 
"Very good!  One down and three to go," announced Big Mike from his place
off to the side.  Millie jumped up and down with glee.  She was enjoying
this game.  It was naughty, but very innocent too. "Okay, next!" said a new
voice from her right side.  She knew that voice.  It was her husband Lenny.
Moments later she felt a man pressing and rubbing his body against her
back. Again she deduced that it wasn't Big Mike and it wasn't her husband.
Seeing that she had guessed Roger the first time and got it wrong she
blurted out, "Luke!" Instantly she realized her error, but not before Lenny
announced, "Wrong!  Okay next!" Inwardly she smiled, expecting Big Mike to
be next, she was puzzled when she felt the mystery man at her back.  It
wasn't Big Mike.  Correctly deducing that it would be Luke's turn, she
called "Luke!" She was rewarded by Luke whispering in her ear, "Very good,
gorgeous," as he continued to rub his own substantial endowment into her
ass. "Okay, Luke," said Lenny.  "Luke!" Millie was disappointed to feel the
hard cock pull away. The next man, she instantly knew to be Roger, as he
was larger than her husband, but was nowhere near the size of the big man.
With growing excitement and visions of her zucchini-lover in the flesh,
Millie finally felt the massive bulk of Big Mike press into her, his cock
felt huge as it nestled into the valley of her buttocks.  Thinking the game
would be over once she said his name, Millie hesitated enjoying the feel of
Big Mike and his masculinity against her body.  Unconsciously she ground
back into his groin savoring the hot feel of his thick turgid cock. "Who is
it?" asked Lenny the third time with exasperation.  "Uh, uh, I don't know."
"Bull shit!" said her husband.  "There's only one person left!" "Uh, Big
Mike?" she replied playing dumb. "Oh, you're brilliant!" chided her annoyed
husband. A hot flash and a shiver ran down her spine to her pussy when Big
Mike tenderly kissed the nape of her neck softly saying, "No, you're
beautiful.  Very beautiful." He stepped back and glared at Lenny.  Millie
caught her breath and turned thinking the game was over. "You looked!" said
Big Mike accusingly. "The game's over!" she protested. "No, it's not!"
declared Big Mike.  "You know what that means!" he said grabbing her by her
wrist. "You can't be serious!" she protested as she was hauled away to a
half submerged tree trunk.  "Aren't there snakes in there," she asked in
genuine alarm. "We scared all the snakes off hours ago," replied Big Mike
as he straddled the log and pulled her over his lap.  "Now you peaked so
you have to pay the price." Millie was giggling until Big Mike's big open
hand landed smack on her wet butt.  The resounding, 'CRACK!' set the birds
in flight from the surrounding trees.  "Owwww!" she hollered as she arched
her back.  "Owwww!" she hollered again as the second blow landed next to
the bright red handprint left by the first blow.  "I won't do it again!"
she pleaded.  'CRACK!' "Owwwww!  Pleasssseee stop!" Big Mike stopped and
admired his handiwork of three perfect handprints glowing red from her soft
butt checks.  "There, there," he cooed as he rubbed her stinging flesh. 
"Punishment is over." Rather than be outraged, Millie discovered that she
was somehow aroused by the experience.  They remained in place for a minute
or two with Mike gently rubbing her bare rump until Lenny started to wade
over.  Seeing Lenny's approach, the boss simply pointed his finger at his
underling and glared.  Remembering what Mike had said earlier, to Lenny the
message was clear.  He retreated not willing to challenge his boss.  After
all, he told himself, he had agreed to this, sort of, and his livelihood
was possibly at stake. "C'mon, sweetheart," said Big Mike.  "Time for round
two." Disappointed that moment had passed, Millie stood up and rubbed her
butt.  Her disciplinarian duly noted the faint smile on her face before
leading her back to the game site. "Okay, now hands to the side and close
your eyes," instructed Big Mike. Millie followed the directions, but was
tempted to peak.  She decided that perhaps she would peak later, but for
now she would play the game.  Again behind her she could hear whispering,
but couldn't make out what was being said. "You lost fair and square
twice," whispered Big Mike.  "I promised not to do anything she didn't want
to do.  You promised not to be a friggin'worm!" "I didn't say anything,"
said Lenny defensively. "Did I say anything?" he asked looking about for
support and finding none. "You just keep your mouth shut!  If and when she
says 'no', I won't press her.  Now, we're all having a good time, right? 
Let's keep it that way." Millie was straining to make out what was being
said.  There was a momentary silence until from somewhere in front of her
she heard her husband say, "Okay, Millie.  Who is it?" "There's nobody..."
she said just as the massive form of Big Mike again pressed into her back.
"Oh gawd!" she moaned as his hands boldly slid over her tits from behind.
It took a moment before she realized that her husband was silently watching
the whole thing as Big Mike brazenly felt her up. "Nice," whispered Big
Mike in her ear.  "Very nice indeed." "Uh, who is it?" croaked Lenny. 
Millie moaned softly as the big fingers rolled her stiff nipples.  "Millie,
who is it?" "Mike," she said breathlessly. "No, shit, Sherlock," hissed her
husband. With a dismissive wave of his hand, Big Mike took over as the
master of ceremonies.  Big Mike nodded to Luke and called "Next!" Grinning
ear to ear, Luke approached the flushed woman who was waiting anxiously to
be molested again, but before he got there Big Mike called him over for a
quick consultation. "She's hot for it, Luke," Mike whispered.  "Lenny looks
pissed." "Fuck him." "I'd rather fuck her," Luke chuckled. "Me too,"
replied Mike before imparting his instructions. Luke circled around in
front of Millie who was expectantly waiting for the game to continue.  The
afternoon romp and especially the nudist game had been risquÃ(C), but now
it was becoming downright wicked.  The fact that Lenny hadn't objected to
what Big Mike had done to her just proved to her that she really didn't
mean anything to him at all.  Rather than being hurt, she was excited and
aroused.  She'd never had this much fun in her entire dreary life. She felt
the excitement, especially between her legs.  The yearning had been
building ever since she innocently took off her dress onshore.  Now as she
lusted for Mike to touch her again, the tingling in her pussy was becoming
almost unbearable.  Her breathing became increasingly ragged as her mind
filled with the mental image of Big Mike taking her right in front of
Lenny. Knowing the men were watching, she fought the urge to touch herself.
It was somewhat of a shock when she felt moist lips surround her stiff
nipple and she almost opened her eyes.  She felt the tongue swirl about her
brownish aureole and then the teeth gently bit and pulled on her engorged
teat.  Whoever it was didn't touch her anywhere else.  There was only the
strange mouth on her nipple, slurping and licking and nibbling and sucking
on it teasingly causing her to moan like a sick cat. "Who is it?" croaked
Lenny.  It was obvious to all from Lenny's raging hard-on that he too was
turned on by the scandalous game centered around his naked wife. "I, I, I
don't know," moaned his wife who actually thought it was Big Mike, but who
didn't want such a quick end to her pleasure. "Well, take a guess," her
husband said breathlessly in a lame attempt to bring on an end to this
salacious segment. "I, I, ohhhh, that feels soooo nice." Roger had his
instructions from Big Mike.  Silently he prodded Lenny to continue and
finally got the perplexed husband to call out, "Next." Millie was happy
that the wonderful laving on her right tit continued even after his turn
was over.  "Oh gawd," she moaned as a new pair of lips surrounded her left
nipple.  Her hands rose from her sides, cupping the two men behind the head
and pressing them into her bosom.  Each man in turn reached around to cup
and kneed a fleshy ass cheek as they lewdly sucked her tits.  She didn't
have presence of mind to analyze just who hands were on her ass, nor did
she care.  The decadence of simply having two men simultaneously feeling
her ass and sucking her tits caused her knees tremble to the point of
threatening collapse. Mike motioned for Lenny to stay quiet, but approach
his wife.  When he was in the position Mike wanted, Mike tapped Luke's and
Roger's shoulders for them to move away.  As soon as the pleasuring mouths
separated from her now very sensitive tits, Millie softly protested,
"Noooo, don't stop.  Not yet.  Please?" Taking Millie's hand he guided it
to her husband's hard cock.  With a throaty groan she wrapped her delicate
fingers around the hot turgid cock and squeezed. "Who is it, Millie?" asked
Luke standing off to the side. "Mike?  Is it Mike?" she asked hopefully.
Mike took her free hand and guided it to his own stiff manhood.  Unable to
close her fingers around the thick dick she blurted, "Oh, god, you're
Mike!" as she squeezed and gently pulled on both erections.  A hand, big
and rough, went between her slightly parted legs and grazed her sopping
labia.  Despite the threat of another spanking, Millie was unable to resist
opening her eyes. "You're all wet, darling," said Big Mike softly as he
pulled his wet hand from her pussy.  Wide-eyed and broiling with lust,
Millie desperately looked from Mike to Lenny and back Mike. "See, it was
Lenny's dick you were holding first," said Mike.  "See how excited you've
gotten him.  See how much he wants you.  He does love you, Millie.  He just
needed a new way of showing you.  He wants you, Millie.  He wants you now.
Here darling, lean on me...  Let go of his dick...  that's it sweetheart.
Now spread your legs a little.  Your husband is going to fuck you, so just
relax and enjoy his cock." Lenny's relationship with his boss had always
been a contentious one.  Over the years that they had worked together Big
Mike had squashed his ego on a regular basis, as well as humiliated him in
front of his co-workers.  Today as events unfolded under Big Mike's
direction and as Millie's passions soared, Lenny had expected Big Mike to
make a cuckold out of him.  Now that moment was at hand, to Lenny's utter
surprise, Big Mike deferred to Lenny.  Mike hadn't been preparing his wife
for himself, Lenny realized, he had prepared her for him! "Well, show her
you love her," urged Big Mike in a friendly tone.  "She's yours, Lenny. 
She wants you.  Take her." Lenny beamed as he realized what a good friend
Big Mike was after all.  He had shown both he and Millie the best time of
the lives together.  "Go on, do her," urged his boss with a disarming
smile. Lenny stepped up from behind and poked his achingly erect dick
between her legs until he found the right spot.  Her slick puffy labia
parted, allowing him easy entry.  "Oh god, yessss!" she hissed as her
husband filled her burning cunt with his cock. Grasping his wife by her
fleshy hips, Lenny started to slowly fuck her.  In response, Millie pushed
her hips back to meet her husband's thrusts.  All the while her husband
fucked her, she braced herself on Big Mike's broad shoulders and maintained
a firm grip on his big cock.  Big Mike in turn, reached between her legs
again, easily slipping into her opened gash to find her aroused love
button. Millie whimpered and groaned, making soft mewing noises as her
orgasm began to quickly build under the coordinated attack on her pussy. 
"Squeeze his dick with your pussy," instructed Mike.  "Squeeze when he's
pulling out.  Give him the best fuck of his life and make him yearn for
more." She began to buck her hips and thrash about, destroying the rhythm
they had established.  In response, Lenny fucked her harder and harder,
pounding into her soft ass.  With each impact of his groin with her
backside, her butt cheeks shook like Jell-O. Millie was screaming out her
pleasure now, her voice echoing off the steep banks of the creek bed.  Luke
and Roger had by now repositioned themselves to get the best view of the
copulation they could.  Something caught Luke's eye and he looked up at the
railroad trestle.  Up on top, sitting on the edge, two young black boys
were taking in the show.  Luke gave them a friendly wave and they both
waved back, their white teeth gleaming between their wide smiles.

   *****

   Sitting alone in his customerless bookstore, mindlessly watching kiddie
porn, David became lost in the recollection of the ass reaming he'd gotten
the night before.  His butt still throbbed, a reminder of not only the
vigorous sodomy by his big neighbor, but of the fisting his little Billy
did to him.  The dull, throbbing then reminded him of the night Joey took
his virginity in every manner.  How the camp councilor had cornholed him
over and over throughout the night, and how he had David sucking his
stinking cock to get him hard again and again.  He remembered the next day,
how his ass throbbed all day and how Joey fucked him again that very next
night in the pool shower.  Indeed, nearly every night thereafter Joey took
him to the showers at the pool and fucked him.  The pool was relatively
remote, off the beaten path, off limits and normally locked during the
night.  Of course Joey had a key and nothing was off limits to him.  At
night, it was the safest, most private place in the entire camp for
nefarious activities.  If someone should came by and discover them, it
would be perfectly normal for them to be naked.  It was also the best place
to clean up after sodomy.  He remembered how much fun it was at first, fun
and taboo.  The taboo part was the best he remembered.  During the day, the
lifeguards at the pool had him sucking their cocks in the equipment room.
The vivid memory of the night that Joey invited the camp cook to join them
at the pool showers came back in to him.  Sarge was a retired Army cook,
short and somewhat portly, he had a gruff demeanor that made David afraid
of him.  He remembered how friendly he was once he met up with them in the
shadows.  How he rubbed his head and made David feel like he had genuine
affection for the boy.  David remembered the butterflies he felt in his
stomach as the three of them walked down the dark path to the pool. Once
inside, they quickly stripped and showered off the day's sweat and grime.
David remembered Sarge handing him the soap and telling him to wash his
backside.  How his soapy hands rubbed the man's hairy back, before rubbing
on the man's hairy haunches.  "Get inside my crack, real good will ya?" It
was an invitation that David readily accepted and he did a very good job
indeed with Sarge holding his butt cheeks apart so he could get to his anus
that much easier.  Satisfied that his ass was clean, Sarge turned so the
boy could minister to his front.  With a shortness of breath, David
remembered the feel of the old man's large turgid penis in his small hands.
He wasn't as long as Joey was, but he was thicker, much thicker.  "Got me
good and clean?" Sarge asked with a friendly smile. "Yes, sir." Sarge then
took the soap and lathered David up, washing his dick, washing his balls
and washing his ass.  The ass washing quickly morphed into finger
penetration. "Joey, watch the door, will ya?" said the middle-aged man.
Joey moved to the doorway and took up position as guard.  Sarge's fingers
left the boy's ass and slid up his back to the top of David's head, where
his stubby fingers intertwined with David's hair."You ready to have your
ass fucked, kid?" the man snarled as his grip tightened. Using his superior
strength, Sarge forced David downward until he was prone on the cold
concrete floor.  With his free hand Sarge lifted David's hips, positioning
his substantial cock at the boy's asshole.  Trained by Joey's cock, David's
sphincter opened just enough for the older man's thick cock to gain
advantage.  With little regard for the boy, Sarge roughly shoved his fat
cock up David's boy pussy. After that night, Sarge fucked him whenever and
wherever the cook felt safe.  In the pantry room, in his private quarters,
in the pool showers or off in woods in the dirt, the old man fucked him,
calling him his faggot boy and his boy pussy.  He was never fun and never
reciprocated like Joey did.  Instead, he routinely brutalized the boy. 
David fearing exposure, wasn't allowed to refuse and after a few weeks, it
wasn't so much fun anymore. He remembered how slack his sphincter became,
to the point that he couldn't control his bowls.  Joey's solution was stick
a girl's tampon up his butt.  It wasn't until he was home for two weeks
before the abused muscle ring regained elasticity. Still, the recent butt
fucking brought back good feelings.  "Who needs Julia," he said out loud.
"I beg your pardon?" said the old lady jolting him from his daydream. 
Somehow she had managed to come through the door without David hearing the
bell.

   *****

   Spent, Lenny's soft cock slipped from his wife's pulsating pussy
followed by a trickle of semen that ran down her thighs.  Breathless, she
was still leaning against Mike with her head buried in his hairy chest with
his cock in her hand.  Mike stroked her hair as she began recovering from
the wonderful fucking. Once she was more or less back to earth, Mike asked,
"Tell me, pretty lady, what do you want the most in the world?  What would
give you the most happiness?" "Babies.  I want a baby," she whispered. The
answer took Mike by surprise.  They way she had been squeezing his cock, he
was certain that she would say, 'I want you to fuck me.' Instead she said
she wanted babies. The native intelligence that had served him so well in
life kicked in.  'This could be even better,' he thought.  The
possibilities that flashed through his mind sent a surge of blood to his
already stiff cock.  "Of course you do," he replied quickly regaining his
balance.  "You'd make a wonderful mother, wouldn't you?" "Yes," she
whispered.  "I want a baby." "You want a baby to hold, to love and to
nurture.  I bet you want lots of babies." Millie shook her head in the
affirmative.  Stroking her hair and thinking back, Mike knew that she
desperately wanted children.  He knew that because Lenny had told him. 
Lenny had told him everything.  How they both came from large families with
lots of brothers and sisters and how they both wanted a large family too.
Ten kids?  Yeah, ten kids was the goal.  Lenny told him how he had
contracted the mumps when he was a senior in high school.  'Never been so
miserable in my life,' he said.  'My balls we so swollen that I thought
they might explode.  And hurt...  I'd take a kick in the balls any day over
that constant agony.  Can you imagine being ruptured for days on end? 
That's what it was like.' Then they got married and started right away
trying to have kids, but to no avail.  At first they thought there might be
something wrong with Millie, but everything checked out just fine.  Then
they discovered the culprit was his very low sperm count.  For all
practical purposes, the mumps had rendered him sterile.  Lenny had confided
to him how his self esteem as a man plummeted because he couldn't provide
his wife with the one thing they both wanted most in this world, babies. 
From there, their marriage pretty much tanked becoming a marriage of
convenience rather than a marriage of love and caring for each other. "Yes,
I know, darling.  Lenny told me everything, how he can't give you the one
thing you want most in the world.  He told me how it has torn you two
apart. That's why we're here today, Millie.  Lenny wanted to show you how
much he really loves you.  He knows how much you want a baby.  He wants a
baby too, don't you Lenny?" Lenny still reeling from the best fuck ever
with his wife replied, "Yeah, I love kids." "He loves kids too, Millie. 
You know that.  That's why he spends so much time working with Little
League and Youth Basketball.  Now do you really want a baby?  More than
anything in the world?" "Yes," she answered with tears now streaking her
cheeks. "Now, we have all talked about this.  The four of us.  And Lenny
agrees," he lied.  "All you need is some sperm, Millie.  Do you understand
me?  Lenny doesn't have any sperm.  That's not his fault, it's just the way
it is.  But we do, Millie.  We'll give you our sperm, Millie.  We'll give
you that baby you and Lenny want so much.  That's really why you're here
today, darling.  To get a baby." Her eyes widened at the proposition. 
She'd never considered anything like this before, but it somehow made sense
to her. "What are friends for, if not to help each other out?" continued
Big Mike.  "Now, this doesn't go beyond our little group here, so whatever
you decide, no one will ever know but us." "Who would..." she began before
her words failed her.  How could she ask who would father her child? "Who'd
be the father?  This will be your child and Lenny's.  I think it's best if
you didn't know exactly who the father is.  Don't you agree?  As far as the
world knows, it will be Lenny's child.  As far as we know, we won't be
sure, and it won't be important." "I don't understand.  Why wouldn't I
know?" "Because we're all going to make love to you, Millie.  The three of
us, me, Luke and Roger.  That way, no one will know for sure." "I, I can't
do that," she replied tearfully. "Why not?" "I just can't." "Then we can't
give you the baby you deserve." "But it's, it's..." "It's the only way,
darling," Big Mike said smoothly and soothingly. "I...  okay." Then gaining
confidence she said more forcefully, "Okay!  Yes!  I want a baby!" "Then
tell Lenny what you want." "Lenny, oh Lenny, please...  I want a baby!  I
want a baby so bad," the freshly fucked woman pleaded to her sterile
husband. Lenny was dumbstruck.  It all sounded logical, but...  "I
don't..." Mike cut him off with a sharp glare and a throat cutting motion.
He stepped up to his underling and got right into his face, looming over
the smaller man.  In a low voice so Millie couldn't hear, Mike laid into
him.  "No back peddling, no welshing, Lenny!  You said you wouldn't
interfere!  Now your wife wants to give you a son, maybe a daughter.  She
wants to get knocked up in the worst way and by god we're going to knock
her up and make the lady happy!  Today!  In the next few minutes!  So get
used to it!  Now tell her.  Tell her you want a baby too!  Don't you
disappoint her!  Tell her that she can have her baby." Intimidated as
always by Big Mike, Lenny readily agreed.  "Okay, okay," he said
automatically without actually thinking.  "Go on." Lenny cleared his
throat. "Yeah.  Do it, Millie.  Let them put a baby in you.  Our baby."
Mike smiled and patted Lenny on the shoulders for doing the right thing. 
"Now take your sweet wife over to the blanket.  We'll be there in a
moment." Big Mike gathered up Luke and Roger to determine the rotation
order.  As usual, Big Mike showed no hesitation when it came to
implementing a plan on the fly.  "Boys, we got ourselves a gang bang!" he
began with a smile.  "We'll do paper-rocks-scissors to see who goes first
and last.  Sorry, Luke, you're the short timer, so Roger and me will go
first." Not wasting a moment, Roger and Big Mike played the game.  Mike
picked 'rock', but Roger chose 'paper' and as paper covers rock, Roger won
first position.  Mike turned to Luke and within five seconds, Mike had
secured the caboose position as Luke's 'rock' broke his 'scissors'.  It was
all over with before Lenny and Millie waded to shore. As the implications
of what was about to take place sunk in, Lenny tried to talk for a moment
with his wife, but she was so wrapped up in the anticipation that Big Mike
was going to make love to her that she didn't hear a word her husband said.
His three co-workers were upon them the moment they made it the blanket and
his opportunity was lost.  Taking over from her befuddled husband, Roger
and Luke guided her down on the blanket.  To Millie's dismay, Big Mike
announced casually, "Roger's first!" Lying on her back, she looked up as
Roger knelt between her legs.  While Roger jacked his cut cock to get it
good and hard, Luke gently took her arms and pulled them over her head.  A
feeling of total vulnerability swept over her.  Then the reality hit.  She
wasn't going to be made love to; she was going to be fucked, fucked by
three men while her husband watched. "Ohhhhhhh!" she cried as Roger
unceremoniously ran his cock up her cunt, a cunt that had previously been
the sole domain of her neglectful husband.

   *****

   Jake fumed as he glanced at the clock, it was getting late in the
afternoon.  Horsefly hadn't come back yet and they had a delivery to make.
Not expecting an answer, he rhetorically asked his other black worker,
Tyronne, "Where's that nigger?" As he expected, Tyronne remained silent.
"Well, c'mon.  Let's get this shit loaded up.  If his sorry black ass ain't
back in..." His bluster faded as he considered Horsefly's open-ended
mission. "Aw, fuck!  Ya just watch.  That bastard ain't gonna show up 'til
five minutes before quittin' time."

   *****

   The trickling of water, the buzzing of insects and the grunting of a
rutting male filled the still air by the creek.  Millie tits were jiggling
about as Roger clinched his teeth, his semen spewing into the depths of
Millie's seldom visited love tunnel.  Half a dozen grunts and he was
finished, for now.  Dismounting from the missionary, he smiled at the woman
he'd just fucked and simply said, "Thanks, honey." Millie glanced around
and saw that the two young black boys, buck naked and fresh from the creek,
were just a few feet away, fondling themselves as they casually observed
the whole licentious affair.  Unconsciously she tried to cover her
nakedness from their stare. Big Mike merrily sang out, "Next!" Moments
later, Luke swung around and positioned himself.  Lenny wanted to look
away, but couldn't take his eyes off his sweat-covered wife.  Millie gazed
up lovingly at the virile young man who was about to fuck her.  Luke thrust
forward.  The soft cry of a lustful female, coupled with the rhythmic
staccato of lustful fornication mingled with the other natural sounds of
the creek.

   *****

   Hours before quitting time, but after the truck was loaded, Jake was
pleasantly surprised when Horsefly sauntered in.  "Where have ya been? 
Fucking your little sister?" "No, suh," laughed the big black man, "But ah
wus doin' Tyronne's ho' of a wife!" Tyronne laughed nervously with his boss
and buddy as he knew that the 'joke' could very well have been true. "Where
in the hell have ya been?" asked Jake asserting his authority.  "Ya been
gone all fuckin' day!" "Ah did my bess, Massa Jake, ah shore did.  Ain't as
easy as it sounds.  That stuff yo wants, only college kids use dat stuff,
an they ain't many of dem 'rounds here." "Well...  did ya get it?" Horsefly
beamed as he produced a small baggie filled with some white powder.  "Ah
gots it, boss.  Ah gots it.  Now it ain't easy finding dis stuff, but I
finds it." Jake held out his hand for the small bag of drugs. "'Fore ah
gives it to ya, ya remember what ya promised?" "Yeah, I remember. 
Tomorrow, Horsefly.  I'll bring her tomorrow." Horsefly beamed broadly, his
mind filled with the nude image of the blonde, big-titted white girl that
was promised to him for an hour.

   *****

   Millie lay on the blanket in a semi-lustful state, gasping for breath,
spread out looking and feeling like a well-used whore.  Her second fuck,
actually third for the day, was good, but wasn't very satisfying.  Luke
knew how to pleasure a lady, that was for sure, but he had ejaculated
before she had reached her point of no return.  Her hand felt her puffed up
labia and the wetness that leaked from her.  Next to her, the two black
boys knelt in the sand grinning ear to ear.  She heard someone say, "Next,"
as if they were at the local Burger Barn.  Suddenly she felt shame for what
she was doing.  Looking up she saw Big Mike looming above her, his
impressive organ jutting from the tangle of reddish pubic hair.  For some
reason her attention was drawn to the tattoo of a dragon coiled around one
forearm.  Around the other forearm, but heading up his arm was a snake. 
She studied his hairy muscular chest and the slight paunch of his belly. 
It struck her as odd that he would be so dark above the waist, yet so white
below, but then again, all the men, her husband included, sported the same
two-tone scheme. Mike knelt down beside her, leaned over and kissed her
full on the lips.  "Do you have any idea just how beautiful you are right
this moment?" he whispered sending her spirits soaring.  "Beautiful and
sexy?" His hand caressed her full tits as he smiled down at her. "What
about those boys?  They shouldn't..." "Forget about them.  They're just
kids. "Now c'mon, baby, get up on your hands and knees for me.  I'm gonna
fuck ya doggie-style." She'd never done it like that with Lenny.  She never
would let him.  To fuck like a couple of dogs?  It was obscene, maybe even
immoral!  Still, as Big Mike gently positioned her, she allowed it. "Hey,
Lenny, c'mere," called Big Mike to her husband.  "Sit here, Lenny...Yeah,
just spread your legs forward and support yourself with your arms." Lenny
took up the position in front of his wife, his legs straddling her arms. 
"Scoot up some." Lenny butt crawled forward a few inches. "Sweetheart,
Lenny tells me you never suck his dick." With those words, Millie blushed
furiously. "Now listen to me...  a good wife sucks her husband's dick at
least twice a week, if not more.  In fact, a really good wife will suck him
daily.  Now, I don't know the full story behind whatever problems you two
have been having, but the problems stop, today.  Now be a good girl, take
Lenny's dick in your mouth and suck him while I fuck you.  He'll like it, I
promise you.  And if he likes it, you'll like it too.  Trust me.  Now, go
on." "But that's dirty," she protested meekly looking down at her husband's
cut organ. "His dick ain't dirty!  It's his dick.  You're supposed to suck
it as well as fuck it." "I don't think I can..." "That's right.  You don't
think.  From now on you just do it.  He's giving you a baby, ain't he? 
Okay, so give him a blow job!" Millie hesitated.  It was apparent that she
wasn't going to comply.  A resounding 'CRACK!' filled the air.  Millie's
head shot up as the stinging blow landing on her bare rump.  'CRACK!'
Millie hollered as the assault on her buttocks began.  'CRACK!  CRACK! 
CRACK!  CRACK!' Her butt was ablaze, and she screamed for him to stop, but
oddly she never moved away from the punishment. "Suck his dick, Millie!"
came the commanding voice that demanded instant compliance. Sobbing Millie
lowered her head and took her husband's semi-erect dick into her mouth.  To
her surprise, it wasn't unpleasant at all.  Lenny instantly began to
refresh his hard-on.  Looking up at Big Mike, he smiled broadly as his wife
began giving him her first blowjob ever.  She lacked skill, but learned
quickly, following Big Mike's suggestions to use her tongue on the
underside, to tease the head, to gently suck and move her mouth over the
stalk.  Soon the act that she had always considered disgusting and wicked
wasn't so disgusting anymore.  It was still wicked, but delightfully
wicked. She did worry that he might pee in her mouth, but somehow managed
to put that thought aside and simply concentrate on the feel of the spongy
organ in her mouth. Laving away on her husband's cock, she felt Big Mike
husky hands grip her by the hips.  She moaned at the feel of the broad head
of his fat organ pressing between her legs and gaining purchase between her
sopping engorged lips, stretching them around his wide girth. Lenny felt
his wife groan around his dick as Big Mike pushed slowly into her,
stretching her cunt hole like never before.  Millie grunted as the big cock
forced her open.  Just as she didn't think she could take him, he paused
for a moment, then withdrew and reentered her.  It was unlike anything she
had ever experienced before, unlike anything she had ever imagined.  Big
Mike worked his cock back and forth, restricting his depth until she was
comfortable with his size.  Then he slowly pushed in deeper.  Her clit had
by then rotated downward to rub against his vein covered stalk.  With each
stroke, her passion increased incrementally, until she was panting around
the stiff dick in her mouth. Unbeknownst to her, Roger and Luke had
followed their boss' orders to give her no more than a perfunctory first
fuck.  Just enough to warm her up and establish precedent.  They would be
back for more. "Mmmmfff!  Mmmmmmffff!  Mmmmmmfff!" she moaned non-stop as
she became accustomed to the turgid mass sliding ever deeper into her
womanhood with each passing minute.  Big Mike finally bottomed out on her
cervix and the real fucking began.  Slowly at first with long slow strokes,
he plowed and replowed her cunt.  Her tits began to swing and her body
began to quake as Big Mike gradually his increased his pace. Millie's
passion grew with each stroke of Big Mike's cock into her cunt.  The
skin-on-skin friction of his large cock sliding against the velvety ribbed
walls of her tight vagina and tightly stretched pussy lips took its toll.
The rubbing of her distended clit on his shaft took its toll.  The repeated
raking of his broad cockhead across her G-spot took its toll.  With his
cock, Big Mike felt the familiar tremors of a woman going into orgasm.
"She's cumming on my cock, Lenny.  Your wife's cumming on my cock! "Yeah,
squeeze it, Millie!  That's it, cum on my cock, baby!" As the vaginal
contractions increased, Mike reached forward and grabbed a handful of
Millie's brown hair, pulling her head up.  Her husband's dick slipped from
her voracious mouth and Lenny saw the contorted face of his wife in the
throes of pure rapture. "See how beautiful she is, Lenny?  That's the face
of orgasm!/P> "C'mon baby, show Lenny how pretty you are.  Show him much
you like to be fucked!  Oh, yeah, cum my cock, honey!  Cum on my fucking
cock!" The intense squeezing of her pussy around his cock was too much and
Mike felt his balls beginning to boil. "Get ready, sweetie, old Mike's
gonna give ya that baby you want!  Yeah, here it comes.  Here comes the
winning entry in the baby derby!  Oh, fuck, I gonna cum.  I'm gonna cum. 
Oh, oh, oh fuck, baby!"

   *****

   David rang up the sole legitimate sale for the day, some note cards that
the old lady picked out after spending a half hour browsing through the
store.  'That won't even cover the utilities for today,' thought David with
disgust as he put the meager purchase into a bag.  Moments later, he was
alone again in his empty store.  Thoughts of Joey and how much fun he had
being his butt-boy that summer filled his mind.  He considered how the
Prophet's boys seemed as happy as he was.  Then thoughts of the abuse he
received at the hands of the camp cook wiped the serene smile from his
face. Boris' boys seemed as miserable as Sarge made him.  Then another
thought occurred to him, one that he never had before, it was Joey who had
delivered him to Sarge. His thoughts turned to his son, Billy, and how the
boy had played with his cock and played with his ass last night.  His heart
sank.  "That never should have happened!" he shouted to the empty store as
tears welled up in his eyes.  "How could I have allowed that?" For the next
few hours until closing, David reflected on the wrong he had done.  'It's
Julia's fault!' he finally rationalized.  The woman was as cold as fish and
as mean as a junkyard dog.  She never allowed him to be a man and take his
pleasures with her as a good wife should.  Sure, he had purulent
inclinations, but he had always kept them at bay.  If she'd just listened
to the preacher and done her wifely duties, he never would have slept with
the boy.  He'd never have spanked his children bare butt while the others
watched or inadvertently encouraged them to play touchie-feelie games naked
in their bedroom.  The pleasant visions of his three children naked made
his cock stir.  He thought of Kindall, all of nine, and how he had bathed
her and her little sister.  How she wanted him to touch her inappropriately
and how she wanted to see his dick.  'Little tramp,' he thought.  Memories
came to fore of his struggle with the demons who had urged him to molest
the little vamp and her little sister.  For the moment he had won that
battle, but now swirling in his fevered mind were visions of his dick
slipping between her tender nether lips, visions of fingering her, darker
thoughts too.  Little Trisha, what must she be thinking?  What were she and
Kendall doing at night in their bed?  'The little whores...  bet they'd
both like a fucking,' he thought before he once again recoiled from the
evil filling his soul.  Again the thought occurred to him that none of that
would have happened if Julia had honored him as her husband.  Then another
thought occurred to him, a thought that gripped his heart with fear.  Julia
would find out.  That he was certain of.  Then what?  Divorce?  Jail?  Yes,
he'd go to jail and never come out alive! If something didn't change soon,
he was now certain that he would fuck the boy, possibly even tonight. 
Hell, he'd fuck the two girls too!  But once that line was crossed would he
be like Joey or would he be like Sarge?  Would he then, like Joey, deliver
the boy to be abused by another Sarge?  An image of little Trisha being
ripped apart by Jake Stringer's thick cock excited and revolted him. "Oh,
God!" he cried out into the empty store.  "Help me, Lord.  Help me to find
strength!" In his darkest moment, it occurred to him that the preacher was
right and that Jake was right.  His salvation lay with Julia, with her
learning to do her duty to him as his wife.  His thoughts then centered on
the two neighbor women and how they gladly acted as whores for their
husbands. "Jake is right.  Jake is right," he muttered.  "I'll do it!  By
god I'll do it!  I'll do it to save my babies!"

   *****

   "See, I told you that your wife was hot to trot," remarked Big Mike as
the men rode back to the railroad shop.  "Damn, once she got going good,
she couldn't get enough!  I told you that she loves to fuck, Lenny.  Treat
'em right and all women love to fuck...  except perhaps the bull-dyke
types, and I'll bet that even they love a rubber cock up the snatch. "Now,
don't you worry none, Lenny.  Soon you'll be a daddy!  Me and the boys
here, we'll have her knocked up in no time.  Meanwhile, you need to treat
her right...  don't just fuck her, make love to her.  You do that and
she'll be sucking your dick and fucking your brains out every day just
because she loves you. "Tonight, take her out to dinner, somewhere nice,
like Denny's.  Tell her how beautiful she is when she's swept away with
fuck-lust.  Tell her how it was all your idea, to get her pregnant... 
She'll love that!  Yeah, tell her how much you look forward to seeing her
belly swelling with a child.  Her child will be your child.  Then take her
home and fuck her. "Tell you what, if you want, I'll have Ginger come over
and talk to her about oral techniques and the secrets of giving a man a
great fuck.  She can teach Millie how to dress more provocatively, how to
do her make up and maybe how to shed a few pounds."

   *****

   As soon as Jake pulled into his driveway, David was out to meet him. 
"So ya really want me to help ya?  Help ya train Julia to be a good wife
like my Toni?" "Please, you've gotta help me, Jake!" "I'll help ya, little
buddy, but I gotta be sure ya understand." "I understand.  I really do."
"Once we start, there'll be no turning back, and no half measures.  Ya
understand that, don't ya?" "Yes, I understand." "Okay, here's what you
need to do.  First, get rid of the kids.  They're in the way.  Besides, you
don't want 'em to be nosin' 'round.  So, send them off somewhere...  to
grandma's." "Julia's mother?" asked David with a shiver. "Yeah, tell her
Julia's sick and needs some rest.  All grandmother's love their grandkids."
"You don't know Julia's mother." "She's like her daughter?" "Maybe worse,"
replied Davis ruefully. "Well, that's your problem, little buddy.  Deal
with it. Now, tomorrow afternoon...  hell, we could get started tonight if
ya get your shit together.  Either way, once the kids are gone, slip a
quarter teaspoon of this powder into a glass of wine and see to it that she
drinks it." "She doesn't drink wine." "Then give her Coke, root beer,
whatever!  Just put the shit it in her drink and make sure the bitch drinks
it.  She'll be out cold in thirty minutes or so, and then we'll get
started. "Oh, yeah, and go get some ropes.  Soft ropes that won't cut
her... We don't want to hurt her," added Jake with a leer, "we just wanna
just fuck her."



   Chapter 22 - LAW AND ORDER

   Shelly is arrested and brought to court for failing to met her plea
bargin, leaving Luke and the boys high and dry for their picnic.  Luckily,
the Blalocks have good neighbors.

   Shelly was puttering around her kitchen in her new silk robe, fixing up
a picnic lunch for the boys, when Toni and Ginger stopped in for morning
coffee. "That is such a gorgeous robe, Shelly!" gushed Toni.  "You really
like it?" "It's beautiful!  I didn't think O'Ryan had that kind of taste."
"What's up with the picnic basket?" interjected Ginger as the older woman
took a seat at the kitchen table. "Luke lost a bet, so I have to bring
lunch out to the crew today." "Really?  I've heard about those picnics,"
declared the redhead with a smirk.  "They had one yesterday with Millie."
"Who's Millie," asked Toni. "Lenny's wife," replied Ginger.  "He's a fellow
who works with Mike and Luke for the railroad.  Kind of plain, but she's a
sweet girl. "You wouldn't believe what Lenny let them do to her!" went on
Ginger with fiegned shock.  "But then again, you already know how they
are," she added with a laugh.  "Gee, some girls have all the fun.  Wish
they'd invite me to a picnic." Shelly poured three cups of coffee and sat
down.  Ginger continued, "Mike says that Lenny didn't say a single word
once they started on her.  Now Mike's a little worried that they may have
gone too far." Indeed, Shelly knew what had happened, but Luke was short on
the details.  "What on earth did they do?" she asked probing for the lurid
details. "Mike says she went skinny dipping with them.  They played a
little game and Millie was receptive.  When Mike told me that, I couldn't
believe it.  Millie's so...  sheltered, but he swears it true.  He said
they all fucked her while Lenny watched.  Mike claims he fucked her three
times.  Said she sucked his dick too." "What did Lenny do?" "Mike says he
fucked her first.  After that he just watched." "Mmmm, sounds like fun,"
laughed Toni.  "I'll say!" replied Ginger.  "You know, it's just not fair!"
pouted the older woman.  "Here's Shelly, about to go on her second picnic
and I've yet to be invited to a single one." "Maybe you should talk to
Mike," interjected Shelly. "Oh, I did!  He said, he doesn't gladly lose a
bet, but when he does...  I'll have my turn." "You two are lucky," pouted
Toni.  "Jake never invites me anywhere!" There was a knock at the front
door.  Shelly excused herself and answered it.  Opening the door she saw
the hulking body of Sheriff Damian Reed.  Shelly's pussy twitched at the
memory of how the muscular man had pleasured her. Provocatively she
loosened the belt to the robe slightly to show more cleavage.  Shelly
purred, "Why, Sheriff.  How nice to see you.  Won't you please come in?"
The sheriff's eyes fixated on the newly bared skin.  "Be my pleasure,
Ma'am," he answered after moistening his lips.  Shelly closed the door
behind the hulking man.  He spun her around and ran both hands into the red
silk robe to cup and caress her full breasts. Shelly pulled away and
remarked coyly, "Uh, I have guests." "You prick teasing whore," he hissed.
"It's okay, they'll be leaving soon.  C'mon, I'll introduce you." Shelly
escorted him to the kitchen where her two girl friends were chatting.  To
Shelly's surprise, Toni greeted the Sheriff as soon as she saw him.
"Damian! Long time no see!" "Been busy, Toni, much too busy.  Whose your
friend?" he asked casting a glance towards Ginger. "This is Ginger.  Ginger
this is Sheriff Damian Reed.  You better watch out, he'll arrest you for
the least little thing.  Once, he gave me a ticket for doing two miles per
hour over the speed limit!  And you know what...?" "That'll do, Toni,"
interjected the sheriff.  He had to be careful about his reputation as a
fair, honest lawman and he didn't know this Ginger.  Still, if the woman
was friend of Toni and Shelly... "He fucked me, that's what!" continued
Toni with mock indignation.  "Just for going two miles an hour over the
speed limit!  Took me out in woods and fucked me on the hood of his squad
car!" "That's enough, Toni.  Don't make me arrest you for using obscene
language in the presence of a lawman!" "Ooooo, I'm so fucking scared!" "You
had fair warning, lady!" The sheriff grabbed Toni causing her to squeal
with laughter.  Spinning her around he slapped handcuffs on her behind her
back. Next door, Julia heard the commotion and looked out her kitchen
window to see what was happening at the whore's house.  There still weren't
any curtains to obscure her view and as the lights were on next door, she
could clearly see the Sheriff and the three women.  She saw the Beast's
harlot go down on her knees. "Toni Stringer, I'm putting your foul mouth
under arrest!" "Not my pussy?" "No, just your mouth," replied the Sheriff
as he dropped his pants. "Oh, my word!" exclaimed Ginger as she took
measure of the man's prodigious organ. Next door, Julia gasped at the size
of the Sheriff's exceptional cock.  Still soft, it was huge.  In stunned
amazement, she watched the sheriff playfully swing his cock to and fro,
slapping the harlot's face with it.  Then as it began to harden, it grew in
length and girth.  Despite her shock and disgust, Julia remained riveted to
the window, watching the harlot try and lick the sizeable penis as the
Sherriff pummeled her face with it. The Sheriff grabbed Toni by the ears.
Like a baby bird, Toni opened her mouth as wide as she could, while he
teased her lips with the fat oozing head.  Well before he was fully erect,
he began plunging in and out of Toni's mouth.  Sticking it in, pulling it
out until there was a frothy spittle that connected them whenever he
completely withdrew.  Once he was hard enough, he began to ram it down her
throat. Both Ginger and Shelly were amazed as Toni took the great dick
seemingly without much trouble.  The only visible discomfort was that her
throat bulged obscenely as he fucked deep into her throat. "You suck dick
good, Toni," he whispered loud enough for all to hear.  "You've always
sucked dick good." Turning to Ginger and by way of explanation he offered,
"Voted best cocksucker by our high school football team, three years in a
row.  She's still the best cocksucker too!" The lewd mouth fucking
continued nonstop until at last he pulled all but the fat head from her
mouth and grunted.  With each grunt, his cock throbbed and his ass cheeks
clinched as he unloaded in her mouth.  Being the good cocksucker that she
was, Toni gulped down every savory drop that was pumped into her mouth.
Having busted his nut, the Sheriff pulled his semi-erect dick from Toni's
voraciously sucking maw and pulled up his pants.  Shelly felt a twinge of
jealously at the attention Toni was getting from the Sheriff, after all, he
came to see her, not Toni. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit,
Sheriff," asked Shelly in her most syrupy voice.  "This is official
business," replied the big man as he zipped up his fly. "Oh?" "I had you
scheduled for community service this morning.  You didn't show up." "I, I
didn't know about..." "The terms of your sentencing were clear," he said as
he uncuffed Toni.  "If you'd rather do jail time..." "No, no, no!  I just
didn't know about today.  This is the first I've ever heard..." "Well, now
you know, Missy.  Ladies, you will have to excuse your hostess.  She's
under arrest." "Oh, you can't be serious, Damian," huffed Toni wiping her
mouth with the back of her hand. "I am serious," he replied coldly but
politely. "But I can't...  not today...  I have to...  I have to go meet my
husband." "Meet him another day." "Don't worry your head about the picnic,
Shelly," chimed in Ginger, "You've got the food all ready.  I'll go in your
place!" 'That'd be so perfect,' thought Shelly.  "Would you?" she gushed.
Even though she was looking forward to the picnic, spending the day with
the Sheriff and his deputies sounded even better.

   *****

   Soon, after Shelly left with the Sheriff, Jake came home unexpectedly
well before lunch.  Barging into Shelly's kitchen via the backdoor he
gruffly demanded, "Where's that big titted cunt?" "You mean Shelly?"
replied his somewhat surprised wife. "Of course I mean Shelly!" Taking
another sip of her coffee, Ginger offered flatly, "The Sheriff arrested
her." "Whada'ya mean?" "He didn't actually arrest her.  She had community
service today and..." "Aw fuck!  I promised..." "Promised what?" asked his
wife suspiciously.  "You promised Shelly?  Who did you promise her to and
for what?" "Never mind.  I jus' needed her ass for a few hours. "Well,
guess she can do it another time," the big man groused. "I'd stay and have
coffee with you two pussies, but I've got furniture to deliver.  So, if
ya'll excuse me, ladies..."

   *****

   Walking into the sheriff's office, handcuffed and unable to close the
billowing silk robe she wore, Shelly felt that all eyes were upon her.  In
actuality there were only two deputies doing paper work in the office. 
They did look and stare.  Who wouldn't look at the voluptuous blonde who
was being paraded practically nude through the office.  They recognized her
too as the whore they had all fucked just a few nights before. "Time for
community service?" hopefully asked one deputy. "That's an affirmative,
Bruce," replied the Sheriff brightly.  "So get your dicks warmed up, boys.
You can have her after I'm finished with her."

   *****

   Big Mike's jaw dropped when he saw the two women pile out of his wife's
car.  Both were wearing bikini tops with a sarong wrap around their waists.
The top of his wife's green number barely contained her bouncing freckled
tits.  He knew good and well that underneath the sarong wrap she wore sting
bottoms, the crotch of which always rode up into her slit for a bare camel
toe.  Toni was wearing a sunny yellow outfit that contrasted sharply with
her dark olive skin.  The material of her top was so thin that the outline
of her dark nipples and nipple rings was plainly visible.  Mike wasn't sure
of what was under her sarong, but Luke knew for certain that is was just a
couple of yellow strings that left precious little to the imagination.
"Holy shit, Mike!  Ain't that yer wife?" exclaimed Lenny.  "Man.  I'll fuck
that in a heartbeat!" "Who's the other cunt?" asked Roger. "That's Toni, my
next door neighbor," replied Luke.  "Jesus, I wonder if Jake knows she's
here?" "Who gives a shit?  She's here now," stated Lenny.  "Christ, what a
body!  You can practically see her friggin' nipples.  Oh...  my...  gawd!
The cunt's got pierced tits!" "Ginger!  What in hell are you doing here?"
growled Big Mike as the two women approached with coy smiles upon their
faces. Ginger handed her husband the blanket she was carrying and then
twirled around.  In doing so her sarong flared, allowing the men a glimpse
of her minimalist bottoms and a peek at her firm freckled ass. "Damn it! 
Answer me woman!" "You like?" she laughed.  Her husband may have
intimidated everyone else, but he didn't intimidate Ginger in the least. 
"What the hell's goin' on?  Where's Shelly?" "She couldn't make it, so...
we volunteered to stand in her place." "Hell, you ain't gonna be standing
lady," snickered Lenny. "Lenny, shut up!" snapped his boss. "Whadda mean
she couldn't make it?" asked Luke concerned that his wife had disobeyed
him. "I told her to be here!" "She apparently had an appointment with the
Sheriff.  She's down at the jail...  doing hard time." "Oh, yeah.  The
community service thing," mumbled Luke with irritation.  He was not at all
pleased with the situation.  It wasn't that he minded her getting fucked,
hell she liked that, liked it a lot it seemed; what he minded was the lack
of control he had over the matter.  She was his wife, he should have a say
as to who fucked her and when they could fuck her.  But with the Sheriff,
he had no say so on the matter of who, when or where the Sheriff and his
men could have their way with her.  It was supposed to be what? 
Twenty-four hours on her back?  After that, he was quite sure that another
charge would be trumped up requiring an additional twenty-four hours of
putting out.  And after that, another twenty-four hours of whoring for
free. The fact was he couldn't do a damned thing about the situation, and
that fact gnawed on him.  Luke was snapped back to the present situation
when Toni abruptly knocked into his arms after escaping an ineffectual
groping by Lenny.  "Does Jake know you've come out here to get fucked?"
asked Luke as he held Toni in his arms. "Who said anything about fucking?"
laughed Toni. "Toni, these guys were expecting to, uh..." "Fuck Shelly?"
"Yeah," replied Luke sheepishly. "You were going let these guys gangbang
your wife?" "Yeah!  What of it?  So...  who do ya think they'll gangbang
now?" "Not me!  I am married woman!  If I did anything like that, it'd be
adultery.  Of course, you and me could do it, and that'd be alright, and
maybe I could do Mike too, but the other guys...  no way!  Jake wouldn't
like that." "Then what did ya expect?" "Oh, Ginger and I decided we'd just
flirt...  maybe show a little flesh...  maybe put on show for you boys. 
But only if they promise that they'll behave themselves and show us the
proper respect.  Besides, Ginger said that Mike would make sure nothing
happened." About that time Big Mike roared, "Listen up men!  These girls
didn't come out here to substitute for Shelly.  They just came out to feed
us and give us a little company during for lunch.  If anyone gets any ideas
and molests one these girls, you'll get your ass fired! "Understand that,
Lenny?" Lenny glared at his boss.  It wasn't fair.  It wasn't fair at all.
After all, they had all fucked his Millie yesterday.  Not only that, but
Ginger was here as Shelly's substitute, so why couldn't they fuck her?  She
herself had said so much.  'Fucking hypocrite,' the underling mumbled to
himself.  And what about the other woman, the short Italian girl?  She
wasn't anyone's wife.  Certainly she was fair game.  'Yeah, sweet talk her
bikini off and slam bam, just like yesterday,' he thought.  It just wasn't
fair. Roger was disappointed, but as usual he took it all in stride.  He
had certainly been looking forward to running his cock up Luke's hot slut
wife again, but she wasn't here.  What the boss said went and that was
that. "Roger, you and Lenny go get the food out of Ginger's car," ordered
Big Mike.  "We'll set up by the creek where we were yesterday.  Least it'll
be cooler down there." Lenny was grumbling to Rodger as they fetched the
goodies.  "Lighten up, Lenny," counseled Rodger, "all fucking morning,
wasn't it you who was telling us over and over how after yesterday,
Millie's suddenly become obsessed with sucking your dick and how she fucked
your brains out last night?  And wasn't it you who said that Millie's on
cloud nine because she's now gonna have a baby?  And wasn't it you
lamenting that you weren't sure if you could get it up today to fuck Shelly
because Millie had gotten your rocks off so many times last night and early
this morning?" "Yeah, but..." "Big Mike did you a big favor yesterday.  He
tore down some walls between you two and loosened her up to enjoy sex. 
Hell, we all did you a big favor.  And now you're whining?" "Well, I... 
aw, fuck!" Lenny was on loosing ground and he knew it.  Big Mike was doing
it to him again, making him seem like a fool.  "Okay, okay," he grumbled.
"But I'd still like to fuck those two." "Me too!  Me too...  That little
short one is hot, hot, hot.  But I ain't going get fired for sticking my
dick where it don't belong!" Down by the creek bank where the crew had
gangbanged Lenny's wife yesterday, Toni and Ginger went about the business
of laying out a blanket for the picnic lunch.  Luke and Mike were off to
the side discussing the situation.  The women's attention was drawn to the
two black boys who were frolicking naked in the creek.  "Aren't they
adorable," giggled Toni. "Mike said those two watched the whole thing
yesterday.  Guess they've come for another show," replied Ginger wryly.
"You don't mind them watching, do you?" "Not at all.  Might just teach them
something." Just out of earshot Big Mike and Luke were discussing the
situation.  "Toni loves a gang fuck," stated Luke, "but there's no way we
can all fuck her without Jake's permission." "Well, if we all can't fuck
her, then you can't either.  Wouldn't be fair to the others," declared Mike
as he pondered what to do. "What about Ginger?" "Ginger?  Hell, I didn't
loose her pussy in poker!  I don't mind you fucking her, Luke, but I'll be
damned if I just let Lenny crawl up between her legs." "Ya know, we're
gonna have a problem if Toni takes her wrap off.  I've seen that bikini
before.  There's nothing to the bottoms but a couple of strings.  Lenny's
gonna go berserk when she wags that ass!" "You've got a point.  The bottoms
Ginger has on rides up into her slit.  Revealing would be an
understatement. Maybe we should tell them to keep the wraps on." "Good
idea, Mike." While lunch was served, the men ogled the two women who both
took great delight in bending over so that the men could see down their
tops.  The two black boys were grateful that the two ladies had offered
them lunch too and unabashedly sat naked just off the blanket with sand
sticking to their dark skin.  At one point Ginger boldly rubbed her
husband's crotch with her foot to check his state of arousal.  If Big Mike
didn't have a hard-on from that, the other men's pricks nearly exploded. 
Seeing Lenny rubbing himself, Ginger gave him a saucy smile and a wink.
With lunch over, Lenny suggested that they all go for a swim.  "Good idea!"
beamed Toni.  "It's hot down here!" Flashing her radiant smile, she dropped
her wrap to the ground.  When Lenny saw the yellow string disappear between
her pussy lips he nearly choked.  But then she turned and walked towards
the water flaunting her near nudity.  With the spectacle of her firm bare
ass sexily flexing, Lenny's imagination went into high gear. Before Mike
had a chance to tell Ginger to keep her wrap on, it too was in the sand. 
"Oh, goddamn, Mike!" exclaimed Lenny.  "Your wife's a slut!  So is the
other one!  I vote we do 'em!" Big Mike turned amd glared at Lenny.  "Shut
the fuck up, will ya?" "Aw, come on..." "I said I'd fire your ass!  So
don't make me do it!" "Well, no harm in looking!  Think I'll join them."
Lenny kicked off his boots and socks and then stood to drop his jeans and
boxers.  Naked he boldly waded out into the water towards the two women.
"Good idea," rejoined Luke as he stripped.  "Yeah, let's go for a swim,"
conceded Mike knowing things could get out of hand quickly if he weren't
there to stop it.  "Roger, you coming?" "Yes, sir!" answered Roger with a
grin.  Soon Toni and Ginger were surrounded with four naked men and two
naked black boys splashing about in the water.  As the play continued, Big
Mike struggled to keep a lid on things as neither Toni nor Ginger shared
his reticence.  Mike's men deferred to their boss, but all had trouble
ignoring the dick-grabbing game the girls were inflicting upon them. 
Mercilessly Toni and Ginger teased the men.  Poor Lenny was beside himself.
Obviously both women were hot sluts and he yearned to fuck one or both of
the women, but he feared for his job.  'It would be just like Mike to set
me up like this,' he thought, 'and then fire me.' His restraint was made
even harder when Toni took his cock in hand and lewdly fondled him. "Does
that feel good?" she asked while gently stroking Lenny's painfully erect
cock. "Oh, fuck me!" he exclaimed. "Damn it, Mike!  Can't we fuck her?" "I
said, no!  And that's final!" growled his boss. "I can't fuck you anyway,
baby," Toni purred, "my husband would be furious with you.  But he wouldn't
mind me getting you off.  Would you like that, sweetie?" "Fuck this job,"
moaned Lenny.  "I gotta have you." "No, no, no.  I've got you...  see?  Now
just relax.  Close your eyes and concentrate on what I'm doing to your
cock...  Mmmm, doesn't that feel nice?" "Oh, fuck...  I'm gonna cum," Lenny
whispered.  "Ahhhhh!" Toni giggled gleefully as long streams of cum shot
from Lenny's dick and splashed across her chest.  Lenny felt weak at the
knees as he orgasmed.  It wasn't necessarily the cum he wanted, but it
would do. After making Lenny cum, Toni was really feeling horny.  She
wanted to play in the worst way, but Mike was spoiling a good time.  Then
she had an idea.  Leaving Lenny with a wilting prick, she took one of the
black boys into the shallows.  To everyone's astonishment, she knelt in the
water and began sucking the boy's black penis.  The boy was as surprised as
the men were.  He and his buddy sucked each other often, but he'd never
been treated to a blowjob from an experienced woman before and a white
woman at that.  It felt so incredibly good, he wished it would never stop.
His buddy wanted in on the action and Toni gladly included him, alternately
sucking the two black boys while the others watched. Following Toni's lead,
Ginger went down on her husband.  Looking up at Mike, Ginger sloppily
slobbered all over Mike's big dick.  She paused and told her husband, "Toni
and I came here to get fucked.  If you've got a problem with that, get over
it.  Let these boys have some fun...  or else!" Mike felt his wife
squeezing his balls, not too tightly, at least not yet.  "Ginger, I..." Her
grip tightened.  "Okay, okay, baby." To his relief her grip loosened and
her warm wet mouth engulfed him again. Her hand let go of his balls and
moved further back rubbing across his anus.  Mike automatically loosened
his sphincter to allow his wife's finger to penetrate him.  Expertly she
sought out the bump that she knew to be his prostate and began to massage
it through the wall of his rectum.  Mike knew he wouldn't last long, he
never did when she did that to him, so he pushed his cock down her throat.
Ginger swallowed again and again, her throat muscles contracting around her
husband's cock while she fingered his ass.  Mike's prostate spasmed,
sending a thick bolt of man juice surging through his cock accompanied with
a beastly bellow that echoed through the creek bed. Ginger let her
husband's spent cock slither from her mouth.  She stood and kissed him. 
"Thank you, sweetie," she whispered.  "Now, be a good boy and help me with
my top." Dutifully Mike untied the halter string and then the back strap.
The green top fell away, freeing her freckled bosums.  Then without being
asked, he knelt and pulled her thong bottoms off.  Holding the two pieces
of his wife's green bikini in his hand, he watched as she waded off to get
fucked by his men. "Who wants to fuck me?" Ginger cheerily sang out.
Gallantly Roger extended his hand and offered, "I'll do you, Ma'am."
Longingly Lenny watched as Roger led Ginger back to blanket on the sand
bar. "Yeah, this is more like it," he muttered as he played with his
flaccid dick. "I get sloppy seconds!" he brashly called out.  Then he
watched as Luke took Toni doggie style in the shallow water while she
continued sucking the two black boys' cocks.

   *****

   Shelly waited and waited for someone to come and fuck her, but no one
did.  She'd expected the Sheriff to do her as soon as they were in his
office, but he had left her there to sit and wait.  It was chilly in the
air-conditioned office and Shelly struggled to keep her robe closed for a
little warmth, but it was difficult without a belt.  Shelly fumed about the
stupidity of the Sheriff taking her belt; no way would she hang herself
with it, but that's is what he'd said. After what seemed to be hours, the
Sherriff returned.  "Get your ass up, whore.  The judge wants to see you."
"The judge?" "That's right, the judge.  I have to put aside my personal
feelings towards you, Shelly.  This is a matter of law.  You can't just
violate the terms of your plea agreement whenever the hell you feel like it
without consequences." "But...  I didn't know..." "Hush up, it's too late
for excuses.  Now turn around." Obediently Shelly turned her back to him.
The Sheriff placed her hands behind her back and cuffed her.  "Is this
necessary?" she asked indignantly.  "Absolutely.  I can't have you trying
to escape.  Then I'd have to shoot you." "You would, wouldn't you," Shelly
snapped back with anger. "Yes, Ma'am, I would," he whispered in her ear. 
"It'd be a shame too.  A real shame." The Sheriff spun her back around to
face him.  Reaching forward, he pushed the red robe off her shoulders.  For
a long minute he feasted upon the sexy sight of her bound nudity.  With her
arms pulled back by the cuffs, her large tits seemed to explode from her
chest.  "You're magnificent!" he leered.  "Best tits I've ever seen." His
powerful hands went behind her back to draw her to him.  Shelly opened her
mouth to receive the tongue that was thrust into her mouth. He broke
contact and stepped back.  His hands went to his belt. "What about the
judge?" "You're my prisoner.  He can have you later."

   *****

   Down at the creek the orgy raged.  Twosomes, threesomes and foursomes
formed and then dissolved only to reform with a different combination of
sex partners.  Everyone was included, including the young black boys who
had their first taste of both white pussy and white cock.  When the party
wound down and the girls went home, the only one frustrated was Lenny.  Try
as he might, he couldn't get it up after Toni's hand job; he had been too
drained by his wife the night before.  While his buddies fucked themselves
to exhaustion, he was forced to watch while fruitlessly whipping his dick
with no luck in getting a rise.  Even the black boys fucked both women with
their four-inch boyhoods.

   *****

   Judge Horace Mecom watched as the blonde bombshell was frog marched
handcuffed into his courtroom with her big tits bared and bouncing freely.
Automatically his hand went to adjust the swelling organ under his stately
black robe.  With her head low from the shame of it all, the Sheriff
stopped Shelly several feet from the bench. Shelly forced herself to look
up from the floor.  Perched high above her in his judicial robe, she
noticed first that he was a balding man with black horn-rimmed glasses, the
kind that geeks and nerds are supposed to wear.  It may have been her
perspective, but he seemed to be a large man, but not necessarily obese. 
He was older too, well beyond his prime. The judge absent-mindedly
moistened his lips as he studied the nubile and nearly naked prisoner.  At
first he was focused on her pierced tits, but by and by, his gaze went
lower to her thin waist and deep belly button and then further to her
shaved pussy.  He casually observed the streams of cum trickling down her
thighs, evidence of the gang fucking she'd just received. Again the Sheriff
slipped the silk robe off her shoulders to expose more of her voluptuous
body.  Even after all she'd been through these past weeks, Shelly felt her
face flush from the embarrassment of being displayed like a piece of meat.
Never mind the fact that in the past few weeks she had indeed become
meat... fuck-meat for the numerous cocks that had taken pleasure with her.
The judge cleared his throat.  "State your name," began the judge in a
forced professional voice. "Shelly.  Shelly Blalock.  Shelly Mattox
Blalock, your honor." "Says here that you're a whore.  Are you a whore, my
dear?" "I..." "You were arrested for whoring without a permit.  Is this
true?" "Your honor, I..." "I asked you a question.  A simple yes or no will
suffice." "Yes, sir.  But..." "Come closer, dear." The Sheriff escorted her
up the podium and around the bench to stand next to the judge.  Judge Mecom
reached between her legs and fondled her dripping tush.  He withdrew his
hand, now wet with a mixture of sexual secretions and held it up for her to
see. "What is this?" the judge asked. "It's..." He cut her off again.  "Let
the record show that the defendant appeared in this court dripping semen
from her vagina. "You are married, aren't you?" the judge continued. "Yes,
sir." "Is this mess from your husband?" "No, sir." "I see...  Well, so far
we have established that you are indeed a slut.  There's no law prohibiting
a woman from being a slut.  But, that's not really the question today is
it?" Judge Mecom turned his attention to Sheriff Reed.  "Sheriff, what
evidence do you have that the defendant is a prostitute working without a
permit?" "Your honor.  Saturday night, I observed the defendant at
P-Willy's Club.  She was in the bar, in plain view of all the patrons,
completely nude and lewdly engaged in sexual intercourse, intercourse with
apparently several different men.  After a short investigation, I
established that she was taking money in exchange for sex." "Is that true,
Miss Blalock?" "Well, you see..." "A simple yes or no will suffice." "Yes,
sir...  But..." The judge held up his hand to cut her off.  "The facts in
this case are clear.  Ms.  Blalock, you are indeed a whore and a
prostitute." Shelly's face reddened with shame. The judge turned to the
Sheriff.  "I am to understand that she did not have the required permit for
such activity." "No, sir.  There were no permits of record." "What of her
status now?" "She now has a temporary permit to whore, your honor." "And to
avoid a public nuisance and prostitution charge, you made a deal with her
to avoid jail time?" "Yes, sir.  Twenty-four hours of public service." "I
see.  It is evident she's been recently, uh, engaged in public service.  So
just what is the problem today, Sheriff?" "The defendant failed to show up
this morning as ordered.  I had to go to her home and arrest her." "Is this
true, Miss Blalock?" asked the judge with a stern contenance. "I didn't
know I was supposed to show up this morning!  Honest!  I didn't know."
Sobbing she pleaded, "Please don't put me in jail!" "Jail?  Why, heavens
no, my girl.  Jail is the last place for a girl like you.  You're better
suited for public service.  But we can't tolerate you just flaunting the
law at your whim." "Oh, no sir!  I wouldn't do that!" "Well, that's exactly
what you've been doing, my dear.  The Sheriff gave you a very fair deal to
avoid embarrassment and the stigma of public prosecution and you failed to
carry it out.  Now, he's had to bring this entire affair to my attention in
open court.  This could have been just between you and the Sheriff, but now
I'm afraid it's a matter of public record." Turning to the sherriff the
judge asked, "Sheriff Reed, just how many hours of public service has she
performed so far?" "Let's see.  About three hours Saturday night after her
arrest and two hours today." "Five hours total?" "Yes, your honor." "Hmmm,
let's see...  Five hours," mullled the judge.  "That's less than a fourth
of her required time.  I don't want to be harsh, so I need to know if she
performed her public service adequately and with the proper enthusiasm?"
"Yes, sir.  She's been most enthusiastic and I've gotten no legitimate
complaints." "Miss Blalock, in order to impress upon you the seriousness of
the charges against you and your need to comply with the lawful terms of
your plea agreement, I hereby order that you serve an additional twelve
hours of public service to be served consecutively with remaining nineteen
hours of your original obligation.  That's a total of thirty one hours,
dear." The judge paused and took a different tact, "I understand that
you're the daughter of the Reverend Henry Mattox." "Yes, sir," Shelly
answered in a small voice. "He's a good man; a very good man.  Situations
like this can be harmful to innocent people.  In this case your father.  I
see no good in providing grist for the rumor mill.  Therefore, I hereby
order that the proceedings of this case be sealed." "What does that mean?"
asked Shelly hopefully. "It simply means that it will not be reported in
the newspaper, nor will anyone have access to the transcript of this
proceeding without my say so.  Your secret is safe, Miss Blalock." "Oh,
thank you, your honor!" "My pleasure, dear." "Sheriff Reed, will you be so
kind as to remove the handcuffs from this charming creature?" Once the
cuffs were removed the robe was free to fall to the floor, leaving Shelly
completely nude save for the high-heeled pumps she wore.  Knowing that she
wasn't going to jail or be publicly exposed, Shelly felt much more
comfortable and struck a deliberately provocative pose. "Splendid!"
exclaimed the judge.  "Absolutely splendid!  Takes your breath away,
doesn't she! "If you don't mind dear, please turn around so I can see all
of you...  Lord have mercy, what a callipygian masterpiece!  You are
certainly a sight for my poor old eyes!" For several minutes Judge Mecom
openly ogled the girl, young enough to be his granddaughter, as she turned
this way and that way with no hint of false modesty. Regaining his judicial
composure Judge Mecom continued, "Uh hmm!  Now that the contempt matter has
been settled, Miss Blalock, may I ask you a personal question off the
record?" "Yes, sir." "How old are you?" "Nineteen." "Nineteen!  I must say
you are gorgeous my dear, absolutely gorgeous.  A magnificent example of
God's good works!" The judge turned to the sheriff and beamed, "You're
right, Reed, she is indeed a knockout!" Turning back to Shelly he said,
"Most whores around here are of two types.  The first is the prostitute who
whores to support a drug habit.  Most undesirable...  we take active steps
to make sure they understand that they are not welcome to work or live in
this town or in this county.  The second type of whore is a single mother
with two or three children to support.  I will not prevent a mother from
doing what is necessary to feed her babies, that would be unconscionable!
The permits we issue generally go to that sort of whore.  Do I understand
this correctly, that you are married?" "Yes, sir." "You have babies to
support?" "No, sir." "Then why are you whoring yourself out?" "Well, I
didn't mean to.  It's just that Luke and I bought this old house and it
took every cent we had.  We were hardly moved in before the refrigerator
went out, then the truck broke down and roof needed to be replaced.  We
couldn't pay for any of that, so Luke told me..." "Jake Stringer lives next
door to them," interjected the Sheriff. "Ah, Jake!  Haven't seen him or his
cute wife in a while.  Well, I suppose that explains it, an emergency cash
situation.  Your husband does work, doesn't he?" "Oh, yes, sir.  He's with
the railroad.  We were just short of cash, and Jake suggested that I..." "I
understand completely my dear," said the kindly judge.  "Your husband
needed some money and turned you into a whore.  Perhaps I have a better
solution to your problem.  No need for a fine young woman like yourself
selling herself to every stiff-dicked John in town.  Not when I'm in need
of a special assistant.  The job pays $400.00 per week.  Would you be
interested?" "$400.00 per week?  Yes!  Yes, I'm interested!" "Very well,
but you must interview for the job." "When?" "How about right now?" The
judge stood, reached under his black robe and pushed down his pants below
his knees.  Then sitting back down, he pulled his robe up exposing his
six-inch pecker proudly protruding from a tangle of graying pubic hair.  It
was obvious what the job as all about, but Shelly wasn't at all offended,
after all she had made peace with herself.  Luke wanted her to be a whore
and it was her duty as his wife to be a whore and pleasure other men in an
exchange of sex for the goods and services that they needed.  In fact she
had been offering her body for a whole lot less than what the judge was
offering for a "special assistant".  Besides, the judge was kind of cute
and...  and he was a man...  a kind man if she was any judge of character.
As far as Shelly was concerned, he was just like all the other men she'd
gotten to know.  Regardless of their character, they all wanted her body
for their own pleasure.  She thought of Luke and Jake, of Luke's dad and
Luke's co-workers.  She thought of Jeter and his kin, of O'Rielly and
Henderson, the Sheriff and his deputies and the nameless faces of the men
she fucked at P-Willys.  She concluded that all men wanted to have sex with
her, which when she thought about it was exactly what she wanted too.  She
then thought, 'Well, maybe not all men.  My daddy isn't like other men...
or is he?' The sound of the Sheriff's gravelly voice broke her revere. 
"The judge said he wants to see some qualifications.  Turn around, honey
and show the Judge your fine ass." Shelly turned as directed.  "Now bend
over and grab your ankles." With a touch of reluctance, Shelly took up the
obscene pose.  She felt the Sheriff's big hands on her butt, pulling her
ass cheeks apart.  From behind her she heard the judge utter a low throaty
groan. "At first glance, she seems to have the proper qualifications," she
heard the Judge say, followed by, "Come closer, my dear." Shelly felt her
butt cheeks snap together.  Sherriff Reed grasped her upper arm to help her
stand upright.  Then he turned her around and pushed her towards the
leering judge.  To make room for Shelly, Mecom pushed his chair back
another few inches away from the bench with his cock still peeking out from
his black robe. "Let me have a closer look at your qualifications," the
judge said with a lecherous grin.  The Sheriff spun her around facing away
from the judge.  Hands spread across her ass, hands not as big and not as
rough as the Sheriff's hands.  The hands stroked and jiggled her firm
cheeks. "Nice and solid," came the judgment, "a perfect badonkadonk butt of
exceptional quality and bounce!" One hand rose higher up her back and then
forced her to bend over and across the top of the judge's bench.  Once in
position, she again she felt the judge's hands on her curvaceous haunches,
peeling apart the soft white globes of her ass. Shelly gasped as she felt
him nuzzle his face deep between her shapely butt cheeks.  His wet flexible
muscle lapped the deep valley from her seeping cunt to her puckered
asshole. He mumbled into her ass, but she made out, "I love a girl who's
taken the time to remove those pesky hairs that are so distracting." His
lips molded over her anal ring as his long tongue probed her in an obscene
colonic kiss. Sensing that she should take an active part in her
"interview", Shelly reached back with both hands to spread open her ass,
and in doing so freed the Judge's hands for other duties.  Almost
immediately she felt one hand slide up her thigh to rub the puffy lips of
her cum seeping pussy.  Moments later, fingers were inside her exploring
her cuntal topography while he continued the deep tonguing of her anus. 
The probing exploration of his fingers soon transitioned into a simple
in-and-out motion as he began to deeply and firmly finger fuck her vagina
with two fingers. As the courtroom filled with wet, squishing sounds,
Shelly's hips automatically started to rotate and thrust back into the
judge's face.  Soon the wet noises were supplemented by the salacious
moaning and groining of an eager slut in heat.  Shoving three fingers up
her well-traveled fuck-way, his curled pinkie repeatedly slammed into her
engorged clitoris, causing the level of her arousal to quickly escalate. 
The judge felt her cuntal tunnel contracting around his deeply thrusting
fingers as the pressure within her quickly rose.  The climax slammed her in
an explosive rush, ripping through her with a searing pleasure.  She spread
her arms outward and across the top of the bench like she was being
crucified and screamed. Mercifully the tantalizing assault on her cunt and
ass ended.  She went limp, her orgasm reduced to little after shocks that
suffused her pleasure, causing her pussy to clench and quiver with the
afterglow of her orgasm while dripping its nectar from between her thighs.
After some minutes, Shelly pushed herself upright.  Taking a deep breath,
she turned towards the judge and leaned against the bench making her big
breasts even more prominent.  The judge was sitting back, his face
sparkling with moisture.  He had discarded his robe altogether and was as
naked as she was.  She immediately noted that he looked somewhat soft and
pudgy, and not too hairy.  She certainly didn't find him to be
unattractive, the loathsome Jetter with his scars and uncoordinated eyes
was the gold standard for being unattractive, but then again her attention
was mainly concentrated on his rigid cock that he was lewdly stroking. 
Shelly loved cocks, even Jetter's.  Shelly cut a sultry smile and asked,
"Do you find me qualified for the job?" "Oh, I find that you are indeed
exceptionally well quailed, Miss Blalock.  But do you possess the skills
and experience necessary for such an important job?  How about if we do a
simple test to determine your skill level?" "What do you have in mind?" she
asked with a naughty grin. "How about if you climb aboard and put my cock
in your ass.  Let's see if you're as good as you look." Shelly was about to
do just that when she paused and asked herself, 'Why rush this?  Take your
time, show him that you are indeed the best candidate for this job.  Take
your time, make him happy and get the job.  I'll make Luke so proud!'
Standing immediately in front of him, she towered over the sitting man who
was gazing up at her as she sluttishly stroked her big breasts.  Her hands
ran down her sides as she seductively gyrated her hips before the
middle-aged judge.  Then she sank down and took his upright cock in her
mouth.  Expertly her sultry lips slid up and down his turgid shaft as her
tongue played across the sensitive underside of his cock.  She found it
strangely pleasurable to be sucking a cock that wasn't so damned big that
it nearly choked her to death, like Damien Reed's dick.  Then she thought
just how comfortable it would be to take the Judge's six-inch cock up her
ass.  No way would it feel like she was about to be ripped apart, it would
just feel nice, like a cock should. Letting his cock slip from between her
lips, Shelly stood.  She was prepared to simply straddle him and take him
dry, but the judge handed her a tube of lube.  Appreciatively, she
slathered the judge's cock with handfuls of lube.  Momentarily she looked
up from her object of affection and saw that the judge's head was back and
his jaw was slack.  Without even trying very hard, she had already brought
him to the edge of orgasm.  Little did she appreciate the effect her nubile
body had on him during the preceding proceedings. Playing him like a
fiddle, she let his orgasm subside.  'Why make him just cum?' she thought,
'when I can blow his cute little pumpkin head off?' In that instant, she
decided to tease him unmercifully...  get him close and then pull back...
again and again until he was nearly insane; only then would she make him
cum, and cum with an intensity not often experienced.  Straddling the
judge, she rubbed her big knockers in his face, making a game of capture
the nipple.  She winced when he snagged a nipple ring and tugged at her
tit. She batted his head about with her soft tit flesh for a few more
moments, then reached down and aimed his cock at her rectal entrance.  As
his cock head speared into her, she gasped as she felt the exquisite
sensation of his glans forcing open her anal barrier.  As she had recently
learned to do so well, Shelly relaxed and dilated her hole to accommodate
his cock's passage into her rectum. The creamy warmth of her rectal channel
slowly surrounded his cock until she had taken all he had to give only to
have her grind down so hard that he went in even deeper.  His mouth was
offered a bejeweled nipple which he greedily began gnawing.  He felt her
silky rectum pulling off his dick until only the very tip remained inside
her before his cock was being driven into her again.  Shelly set up a slow
motion ass fuck, feeding the judge her tits and paying strict attention to
his reactions.  Once deep inside, she squeezed his prick and ground into
him, again and again.  Rocking his head back, Mecom released her tit-meat
and slack jawed prepared to ejaculate.  But before he could, she pulled off
his cock completely, leaving him hanging on the very edge. Shelly watched
him intently.  Once the glassy-eyed look left his face, she offered her
other nipple to his mouth.  Once more he suckled the offered tit as his
cock entered her yielding asshole for a second time. Over and over, she
brought him to the edge and left him hanging.  Finally he couldn't take it
anymore.  Suddenly he rose from his chair with Shelly impaled on his dick.
The action took Shelly by surprise as she was suddenly on her back on the
judge's bench, with her asshole being hammered by the lust-crazed jurist.
With a bearish growl that echoed through the judicial chamber, Judge Mecom
forcefully unloaded in the young woman's ass, and when he did, Shelly felt
the old man's essence shoot deep up her rectum.  He bellowed again and
Shelly once again felt the ejaculatory pulse.  The penis inside her cum
laden bowels ceased it's throbbing.  The judge, now sweating and gasping
for breath was collapsed on top of her, pinning her to the bench.  Shelly
felt proud of herself.  Her recent experiences with various men had allowed
her to toy with the middle-aged man, bringing him to the edge and then
denying and delaying his orgasm until he nearly went mad with the need to
cum.  She felt his once hard organ soften and shrink until it slithered
from her rectum.  Immediately she felt a sense of loss.  Shelly let the man
lie on top her while he recovered his senses.  She wondered whether he
would be able to get it up again and have another go at her, but the judge
was far past his prime.  It would be several hours before he would be ready
to fuck her a second time. As the minutes ticked by and the judge failed to
move off, Shelly became worried that maybe she had killed him, but his
breathing was steady.  Then she felt his drool accumulate to the point that
it ran off her breast and down her sides.  A sudden rasping snore let her
know that he was napping.  Gently she cuddled the sated man's head, holding
him tightly to her breast.  It was a happy moment, knowing that she had
pleased him so, and in the bargain, she felt certain that she had secured
the "special assistant" job. Mecom catnapped for only five minutes or so.
Waking, he discovered the tit that served as his pillow.  Then he
remembered the fantastic fuck he'd been treated to.  Slowly and somewhat
reluctantly, he extricated himself from her tender embrace. The naked
teenager smiled broadly at him.  "Did I get the job?" she asked with a
girlish giggle. The judge, knowing a good thing when he saw it replied,
"Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, my dear.  I'm not one to jump to
conclusions before all the essential facts have been established.  From the
first portion of your interview, you seem to be exceptionally well
qualified for the job.  But we'll just have to see." The judge saw her
bubbly expression fade into disappointment.  Her lower lip began to tremble
and her eyes began to water.  Rubbing his chin as if in deep deliberative
thought, he added, "But considering your outstanding qualifications and
demonstrated skill level and considering the fact that I'm desperately in
need of a "special assistant"...  And by damn, that was the best fuck I've
had in years!  Yes, my dear, the job is yours!  Can you start tomorrow?"
"Yes!" she happily gushed.  "But I'll need to speak to my husband first."
"Now that my mind is made up, I won't take 'no' for an answer." "Oh, I'm
sure it will be okay with Luke," ebulliently bubbled Shelly. "Well, if it's
not, then I'll have to do something about that.  Be here tomorrow. "Now I
have traffic court in an half hour, so if you will excuse me, my dear." The
judge turned to the Sheriff.  "Damian, see that she gets home.  That is, of
course, when she's finished for today with her public service obligation."

   *****

   Later that afternoon, after another session of providing public service
to the lucky public servants, Sheriff Reed brought Shelly home.  Seeing the
police car pull up to the curb next door, David looked out to see Shelly
get out, still dressed in only her new red silk robe and wearing red high
heeled shoes.  The belt securely around her waist served to accentuate her
hips and ample bust line.  The short robe exposed a generous expanse of
bare leg.  The sight of the shapely blonde so skimpily dressed sent his
organ into an aroused state.  He watched intently, seeing her boobs
bouncing as the Sheriff escorted her inside.  With memories of seeing her
naked and getting fucked filling his mind, he muttered to himself, "God
willing, Julia will soon be more like her." The show over, David nervously
glanced up at the clock.  Noting the time, a feeling of panic began to well
up inside.  In twenty minutes Rev.  Brown would be there to pick up the
kids.  Then it would be all up to him.  He was distracted by the squealing
of children.  Turning he saw Billy chasing his naked little sister through
the living room and into the kitchen with a squirt gun.  He quickly
corralled the two kids in the kitchen and seized the water pistol from his
son.  Then playfully he shot Trisha between her legs causing her to squeal
in delight.  A sudden urge welled up inside him to press the tip of the gun
against one of her holes and squeeze off a round.  Immediately he felt
ashamed for thinking such perverse thoughts.  His demeanor changed
instantly and he sternly told little Trisha to go get dressed as the
Reverend would be there soon. Kendall came into the kitchen.  "Daddy, Mommy
said she wants a Coke." David's spirits soared; it was the moment and
opportunity he had been waiting for! "Sweetheart, go tell her that I will
bring it to her in just a moment." "She said that I should bring it her. 
She hates you," replied the little girl. "She's just angry.  Well, let me
fix up a glass for her.  Then you can take it to her." "Okay," replied the
young daughter.  David waited for Kendall to wander off like she always did
when a task was at hand, but instead the little imp just stood there and
waited. David pulled down a glass from the cupboard.  Opening the freezer
section, he filled the glass with ice.  He glanced over and saw Kendall was
still waiting and watching.  The freezer door didn't provide much cover,
but when he opened the refrigerator section to get the bottle of Coke, he
had just enough cover to make his move.  He reached into his pocket and
pulled out the baggie with white powder that Jake had given him.  With
trembling hands he poured out what he thought was the right amount and then
stuffed the bag back into his pants.  Nervously he glanced over at his
daughter, still standing there, watching and waiting.  He made a show of
moving things around and then extracted the quart bottle of Coke.  Moments
later, Kendall was off, taking the drug-laced drink to her unsuspecting
mother. A few minutes passed.  He heard Kendall and her two siblings
running back down the stairs.  The three noisy children had made it down to
the landing when the doorbell rang.  David took a deep breath.  "Daddy! 
It's for you!  It's the pastor of our church!" ran out his oldest
daughter's voice. David entered the living room to see the Rev.  Brown
kneeling and giving each of the kids a hug.  David was relieved to see all
three kids appropriately clothed. "Children, go up to your rooms and play,"
the father said evenly.  Surprisingly, the three kids obeyed instantly. 
Once the kids were gone, David thanked the pastor for his help. "Think
nothing of it, David.  It's my pleasure to assist my flock in their time of
need.  You and Julia take as much time as you need, the children will be
fine with me." "That's very kind of you, Rev.  Brown.  Very kind indeed. 
I'm afraid I don't have their things ready yet, but it shouldn't take me
but a few minutes." "Don't bother, David.  I have everything they need.  Of
course if they have a favorite toy or stuffed animal, they'll adjust
quicker." David went upstairs and found the three kids in the girl's room.
"I want you all to be very quiet.  Get your favorite dolly or toy animal
and then come downstairs." Billy went straightaway to his room while his
two sisters picked out their toys.  Then David ushered them downstairs to
where the Rev.  Brown was waiting. Kneeling, David addressed his three
children.  "As you all know, your mother is not feeling very well lately.
For the next few days, you will be staying with the Rev.  Brown while Mommy
gets better.  I expect you all to be very good and to do everything the
pastor tells you to do.  I do not want to hear a bad report." Having kissed
each child, David with Rev.  Brown holding little Trisha's hand, led them
to the church van.  Moments later they were gone and out of the way. David
gathered his courage and ascended the stairs.  He tried bedroom the door,
but it was locked fast.  He knocked; gently at first, and then harder. 
There was no response.  He pounded on the door, to no avail.  A feeling of
elation swept over him.  "I did it!  I did it!" he shouted to the empty
house. "You're now mine, bitch!" he shouted at the door. Feeling confident
for the first time today, he turned and headed downstairs and out the
house. Taking the back way, he cut across the Blalock's backyard and went
through the old rusty and frozen gate into the Stringer's backyard. Through
the backdoor he could see Jake and Toni eating supper at the kitchen table.
He knocked.  Jake looked up and seeing that it was his wimpy neighbor,
motioned him to enter.  Not wanting Toni to hear what he had to say, David
shook his head and motioned for Jake to come outside. Jake muttered curses
and pushed away from the table.  "What does he want?" asked Toni. "No
telling," grumbled Jake.  "Maybe he wants to suck my dick." "He can do that
while you finish your supper," replied his wife with a grin. "That's not a
bad idea," he rejoined as he reached the door.  Upon opening the door Jake
growled at David, "The fucking door is unlocked!" "Uh, can we talk in
private?" asked the smaller man. As he was eager to return to his evening
meal, Jake grumbled, "Whatever," and stepped out onto the back porch. "It's
done." "What's done?" asked Jake. "Julia.  She's out!  I put the stuff you
gave me in her drink and I think she's out cold." "What about the kids?"
"Gone.  Rev.  Brown picked them up.  He'll keep them for a few days until
we get this all sorted out." Jake was impressed, David had some balls after
all.  "How long has she been out?" "Ten, maybe fifteen minutes I suppose."
"Ya really want to do this?" asked Jake.  "Tell me now, because once we get
started, there'll be no turning back." "You won't hurt her will you?" "Hurt
her?  Of course not!  I'll fuck her, give her the fucking of her life, but
I won't hurt her.  Ya got to understand this, little buddy.  Once I fuck
yer wife, I'll keep on fucking her whenever I want to fuck her.  I'll make
her my whore, understand?  She'll still be your wife, your problem, but
she'll be my whore to use.  Is that what ya want?" "She won't be my whore?"
"Of course she'll be your whore, little buddy," laughed Jake.  "She's your
wife.  But I'll sell her cunt to my friends and take my share for free. 
She'll turn into a fucking machine in constant need of dick, lots of dick,
like that big titted whore next door.  Hell, little buddy, think about
it... she's gonna fuck your brains out after I train her." "That's what I
want.  I want her to be more like your wife and Luke's wife." "She will be
a cock loving slut, like God intended her to be.  So later on, if ya have
any problems with any of it, just get over it. "Now, we'd better get busy.
I'm not too sure how long that stuff lasts.  How much did ya give her?"
David shrugged noncommittedly. "Didn't ya follow my instructions?" "Best I
could.  I couldn't measure it, so I just poured some into her Coke."
"Personally, I could care less, but let's hope fer yer sake that ya didn't
kill the bitch." Jake stuck his head back inside.  "Gotta go for a few
minutes.  Keep my supper hot." Jake followed David inside and up the
stairs. At the bedroom door, David knocked and then banged on the door. 
There was no response.  David jiggled the locked doorknob.  "You don't
really suppose..." "Only one way to find out," replied Jake.  "Move aside."
Jake put his shoulder to the door and shoved.  With a splintering sound,
the flimsy door snapped and shattered.  Unceremoniously Jake kicked the
remains in and gained access to the bedroom. Dismayed by the shattered
door, David complained, "You know, I could have unlocked it!" "Then why
didn't ya?" growled Jake.  "Hell, it's too late now!  You'll just have to
replace it." Jake flicked on the overhead light and saw Julia sprawled out
on the bed.  In two quick strides, the big man was at her side, checking
her vitals.  "She's alive," he announced to David's relief.  Without
wasting a moment, Jake began stripping Julia's clothes off, not bothering
to unbutton or unzip, but rather ripping them away from her prone body and
tossing the ruined garments to her husband.  He took a moment to feel her
up commenting, "She's got nice tits, David.  Very nice tits.  Nice body
too. Very nice.  Very fuckable." "Are you gonna do her?" "Now?  While she's
out cold?  What'd be the point?  I ain't gonna rape her when she's
unconscious.  She'll be wide-awake when I shove my fat cock up her tight
cunt.  Then it'll just a matter of fucking her until she comes around.
"Now, do ya got some ropes?  We're gonna need to tie her up 'til she wakes
up.  Then I'll fuck her." Jake didn't care much for the filly canopy, but
the four high posts suited his purposes very well.  Jake put several
pillows behind her back to put her in an partially upright position. 
Satisfied that her head angle was correct, he took two lengths of rope from
her husband, securely binding her wrists to the two posts at the head of
the head, then he secured her ankles to the two foot posts, tying them off
high up the posts so that her spread legs were obscenely lifted high off
the bed.  Jake admired his handy work and then stated, "I like the cunts of
my whores clean shaven.  Go get a razor and some shaving cream.  Better
bring a moist towel too and some hand lotion to sooth the razor burn."
David scurried away and returned, offering the shaving equipment to Jake.
"She's your wife, so ya get to shave her, little buddy.  Be sure and be
careful with her cunt lips.  Then afterwards eat her out if ya want and
fuck her too while ya have the chance.  I ain't finished my supper, so I'm
going home.  When she comes to, come and get me."

   *****

   Returning home, Jake found Luke sitting at the kitchen table and
listlessly eating supper.  "Hi ya, good buddy!" the big man called out
cheerfully to his neighbor.  Luke didn't even look up. "Why so glum?  I
heard ya railroad boys had a lot of fun with my wife today." "Yeah, that
was fun," Luke replied without enthusiasm. "Then what's your problem?" Luke
sat back and with a expression of disgust replied, "I get off work...  mind
ya it wasn't a hard day or anything, but still...  I get off work and I
have to walk home.  Then when I get home, I find that my supper's not
cooked.  My supper's not cooked because my wife is in bed with the
Sheriff." "Yeah, I saw them fucking a little while ago.  He's still doing
her?" "Naw, they're both asleep." Luke put his fork down and continued,
"She was supposed to come out for a picnic today.  That's what I wanted her
to do, but instead the Sheriff comes gets her and takes her off so his men
can fuck her.  It ain't fair and it ain't right!  I'm her husband!  I
should have a say in what she does, when she does it and with who she does
it with, but I don't.  Hell, I don't even know if I can sleep with her
tonight without someone else being between her legs!" Jake waxed
philosphocally, "Well, that jus' goes with the territory.  You whore out
your wife, so ya can't be too surprised if some other guy fucks her. 
Speaking of which, I need Shelly at lunch tomorrow." "What for?" "Whadda
think?" "Who is it this time?" asked Luke sardonically. "Well, it's sort of
my personal business and I need to take care of someone.  I'll make it up
to ya pal." "He wants her to fuck Horsefly," interjected Toni. "Who's
Horsefly?" "Black guy that works for me," replied Jake annoyed that Toni
had interfered with his business dealings. "A black guy?" Again Toni
interjected, "A very black, black guy.  Big guy in more ways than one."
"Oh, for Christ's sake!" exclaimed Luke angrily. "Hey, she's fucked black
guys before!  You've seen her!  And this weekend at the cock fights she'll
be fucking a lot more black cocks, so don't go get all indignant!  In fact,
ya better prepare yourself buddy, cause Saturday night, she just might get
fucked by a dog while everyone cheers him on!  Now, I jus' need a favor,
Luke, that's all.  I owe the guy and promised him.  I'll make it up to you.
Ya can count on me." Luke rubbed his forehead as he absorbed what Jake had
just told him.  "Ya told me they won't be doing a dog with her." "They
didn't bring along one their dogs last week, did they?  But I can't
guarantee what might happen out there this Saturday.  So as a favor to
me..." "Yeah, yeah, yeah," muttered Luke acceding to Jake's request.  "Do
whatever ya want with her." "Thanks, good buddy!  You're a real friend!"
"And you're an asshole, Jake Stringer," commented his wife sourly. "Hush
up, woman!" growled Jake angrily. In silence, Luke finished eating and then
excused himself.  "I need to get to bed." "What about Damian Reed?" "Fuck
him," Luke scowled. "Easy, Luke.  Go easy there," wisely counseled Jake.  "
I've known Reed for a long time, went to school with him, fucked girls with
him, did a lot of other things with him that I'm not free to discuss. 
Trust me on this...  Reed ain't someone ya want to trifle with.  Ya don't
want to get on his bad side...  ever.  He's the law around here." "I know,
I know.  I'll ask him real nice if he's finished screwing my wife for
today, so I can get some sleep." Luke finished supper, thanked Toni for the
meal and on behalf of Mike's gang, he thanked her for all the fun she
provided them that afternoon.  Then he headed home.  He made no attempt to
be quiet when he came in, deliberately slamming the back door and making
other racket upon entering his residence.  Certain that his presence was
known, he entered his own bedroom.  The Sheriff was just getting up,
obviously still groggy from his post-coital slumber.  Once again Luke took
measure of the man's impressive physique.  At 6 foot 6, he easily towered
over Luke and his massive muscularity let no doubt of his phenomenal
strength.  Luke knew instantly that he would be the loser in a one-on-one
with this guy.  Sheriff Reed sleepily regarded the young husband of the
whore.  Knowing that there was no threat there, he absent mindedly rubbed
his prodigious genitals, still damp from fornication, bringing attention to
his massive endowment.  Luke's attention was indeed drawn to the capital
cock.  The young husband couldn't imagine that any woman could accommodate
a prick that size, but he also full well knew that wife had done just that.
Without a word of acknowledgement, Reed sauntered to the bath to freshen
up, passing just inches from Luke, giving the younger man a close up view
of what he possessed.  Meanwhile Shelly sat up in bed and forced a
remorseful smile for her husband.  Luke knew the situation was far beyond
his control.  He may give, trade or sell his wife's cunt to other men, but
when it came to Sheriff Reed, Luke knew that he was merely a cuckold.  The
Sheriff could and would do whatever he wished with Shelly, whenever he
wished and Luke would just have to accept it. Luke was silent long after
the Sheriff had left his home.  Shelly offered to fix him something to eat,
but he begged off saying that Toni had taken care of him.  Then he
remembered what Jake wanted. "Tomorrow, at lunch, I want you to go to
Jake's warehouse.  He's got something for you." "Oh, Honey.  I can't... 
not tomorrow.  I got a job today, a real job!  It pays $400.00 per week!"
"Doing what?" "I'll be the Special Assistant to Judge Horace Mecom." "The
Judge Mecom?" "Yes," she gushed. "Four hundred a week, you say?" "Yes,
Luke! This could be the answer to our money problems, Honey!" Luke knew
it'd be at least three months before he got a raise of fifty dollars a
month as proscribed by the union contract.  Of course, Big Mike had said
that he might be able to work something out with the big boss and get him
an early raise, but when Luke told him that Shelly would be busy that
Saturday, Big Mike just got angry with him and told him to just forget it
about it. "Hmmm, well, we do need the money.  What will you do as the
Judge's Special Assistant?" "File papers, run errands, type..." "You can't
type." "I know that and you know that, but the Judge, he doesn't...  I
think he mainly likes me." "Oh...  I see.  And just how did you come about
this job?" "Well, Damian arrested me this morning for not showing up for
public service.  He sent me to court.  The Judge added another 12 hours of
public service.  Then he..." "He fucked you?" Shelly lowered her eyes and
answered with a whisper, "Yeah.  Is that okay?" "Shit!" "He wants me to
start tomorrow...  Is that okay with you, Luke?" "Yeah, why not!  I don't
really have a choice, do I?" "Yes, you could tell me 'no' and I won't take
the job." "You mean that, Shelly?" "Of course I mean that.  It wasn't my
idea to become a..." "A whore?" "Yes!  A whore!  That's what you wanted,
Luke and that's what I am now!" Fully aware of his own culpability the
young husband replied, "Sorry, baby.  I never imagined it would go this
far." "Well, it has!... "Oh, what's done is done," the comely cunt waxed.
"I don't put all the blame on you, Luke.  I agreed to it, but the fact is
that there's no going back." "No, I don't suppose there is.  Let me ask you
something, Shelly.  Do you like being a whore?" "To be honest...  yes. 
Yes, I do!  I love men and I love to screw.  I have you to thank for that."
"Do you still love me?" "Yes, Luke.  I love you and I adore you.  I fuck
Jake, but I don't love him.  I fuck the Sheriff, but I don't love him. 
Hell, I fucked your daddy, but I don't love him...  well, I do, but you
know what I mean." "I love you too, Shel." "Oh, you just love my tits like
every other man around here does," she quipped impishly. "I love your pussy
too," Luke playfully rejoined. "You don't love my ass?" "Hmmmm, yeah, I
love that too!" "Well, dear husband, I love your dick." "You just love
dicks, all dicks," Luke replied with a laugh.  "I do, I really do,"
admitted Shelly with a grin, "but, I love your dick the best." "Not the
Sheriff's?" "Gawd!  He's enormous!  But he's only using me.  He doesn't
love me like you do, Luke." "Do you mind being used like that?" "Hmmm, not
really.  I really like it...  getting laid and being a whore.  Is that
bad?" "Guess it's better that ya do like it.  At this point, looks to me
that you're gonna get laid a lot, whether ya want it or I want it...  It's
just the way it is, so it's best that were both okay with it.  So...  the
public service thing...  ya get fucked?" "Yeah, I got fucked.  Doing all
the deputies was a lot of fun today.  You know, when my public service time
is up, I'm going to miss that." "Something tells me ya won't ever run out
of time!" laughed Luke. "Probably not." "So, tell me about your day." "Not
much to tell, except...  I got fucked a lot.  You know, all the deputies
are really nice, all except Deacon Jones." "He was there?" "Oh, yeah.  Made
get down on my knees and pray with him for forgiveness.  Then, like all the
others, he fucked me.  The bastard fucked me and he cursed me.  Then we
prayed together again.  He got very agitated and had a demented look on his
face.  He then started to slap me around saying he needed to beat the devil
out of me.  Reed came in a broke it up, thank god...  The Sheriff told
Jones to leave his religion at home where it belonged.  Said Jones could
fuck me if he wanted, but he also told him that he had to leave me alone.
Deacon Jones looked very angry when he left.  You know, he scares me."

   *****

   Jake was snoring away, in bed with his wife when David came to fetch
him. "Jake!  Jake!" he called through the open bedroom window.  "Wake up,
Jake!" "What the...?  Oh, it's you!" growled Jake not at all happy to be
awaked.  "Jesus Christ!  Ya know what time it is?  Whadda fuck ya want,
weasel?" "She's awake!  Julia's awake and she's hopping mad.  You gotta
come, Jake!" "Bitch get loose or something?" "No, but she's fighting the
ropes like a mad woman," answered David with concern. "Well, let's just let
her wear herself out some," Jake replied. "What am I supposed to do?" "How
about if ya let me get some sleep?  And I suggest ya do the same." "Oh,
okay," replied David.  "But I thought..." "Don't think!  Just do what I
tell ya to do!  Now beat it!"



   Chapter 23 - REAPING THE WIND

   Lenny's big mouth lands Shelly spread out and lands him in hot water
with the crew.  While Jake harvests Julia's hidden libdo, David reaps the
consequences of his actions.

   Jake woke up with a start.  Glancing over at the bed stand and the
red-glowing digital alarm clock he saw that it was 4:30 AM.  He grumbled
because it was just a little too early to get moving and rolled over.  In
his half-sleep condition, he had the feeling that he had something to do,
but couldn't quite place it.  With a clarity, it suddenly came to him. With
the stealth of a cat he slid out of the bed, only to hear Toni say, "It's
early.  Where are you going?" "Got something to do.  Go back to sleep."
Unconcerned about what her husband was up to, Toni rolled over to go back
to sleep.  She hoped she could pick up her dream where she left it, having
her pussy licked by...  by...  just who was licking her?  She couldn't
remember.  Moments later she was back to sleep and a new dream, unrelated
to the first, began. Jake padded into the kitchen and turned on the coffee
pot.  Regardless of what he was about to do, he needed a cup of strong
coffee first.  Toni had everything set up the night before, just like she
always did, but to Jake it seemed to take forever for the coffee to brew.
Not waiting for the brewing to complete, he removed the carafe and poured
himself a cup.  Standing by the counter, he sipped his coffee until the cup
was half full, contemplating his course of action.  With a plan generally
formulated, he topped off his coffee cup.  Before heading out he considered
putting some pants on, but dismissed the thought...  he wouldn't need any
pants.  He chuckled at thought of chance discovery, sneaking around in the
early morning in his birthday suit, but also realized that it would be
unlikely if anyone, except maybe the Blalocks, would see him.  Then he
reconsidered.  Rummaging around in the laundry room he found a pair of
jeans and a shirt.  Barefoot, but dressed, he headed out the back door to
the Jenkins' residence. David yelped when he woke to find the hulking black
shadow hovering next to him in the dark.  "Hey, it's me, fuck-wad," said
the shadowy figure. "Jake, is that you?" "Of course it's me!  Get your ass
up.  I ain't got all day ya know." David, instantly fully alert, jumped up.
"One last chance to change yer mind," offered Jake.  "Ya really want me to
turn yer wife into a cockslut whore?" "Well, I..." "Yes or no.  If it's no,
I'm gonna go back to bed." David's mind raced.  He'd been thinking about
this question ever since Julia came to from the drug he had given her.  She
was spitting venom she was so angry.  No way could he be left to deal with
her alone.  "Yeah, okay." "Then ya do exactly what I say.  Understand?"
"Okay.  What first?" "Got some paper?" "Yeah, what do you..." "Just get it,
damn it!  And a pen too!" David flicked on a light and hurriedly found the
required supplies and handed them to Jake.  Jake sat down and wrote down a
few sentences.  Folding the paper in half, he handed the paper to David,
instructing him that he was to read it aloud when was told to. "So...  Ya
ready for me to fuck your wife?" The moment of truth was at hand.  David's
mouth and throat felt parched, his gut churned with anxiety.  It was all he
could do to weakly nod his head. They entered the darkened upstairs
bedroom. Jake indicated where he wanted David to stand, near the foot of
the bed where Julia could clearly see him.  Flicking on the table lamp next
to the bed Jake growled, "Wake up, bitch!" Julia's eyes flew open. 
Immediately the bound woman began to screech and fight the ropes holding
her in place.  Jake let her struggle fruitlessly against the ropes and she
quickly wore herself out.  Julia stopped struggling.  Focusing on her
husband, she began to curse and berate him.  It wasn't until she heard Jake
forcefully say, "Shut the fuck up, bitch!" that she realized that someone
besides her husband was in the room with her.  Her head snapped in the
direction where the harsh voice came from. Seeing the Beast with his full
dark beard, the object of her loathing and secret longings, standing near
her she froze in silence.  "That's a good girl," said Jake reassuringly. 
"Ya keep yer trap shut, cause I can't stand the racket and I don't wanna
have to put a gag on ya.  Understand?  Ya start yer bitching and I'll gag
ya. "Like I told David, you've got some nice tits, woman" said her
despicable neighbor.  With those words she became very aware of her
nakedness.  She whimpered and squirmed, desperately trying to regain her
modesty.  "Ya oughtta show 'em off more. "Now, do ya know why we are here?"
Jake asked evenly.  Julia was too frightened to even shake her head. "We're
here to teach ya to how to be a good wife to David.  David has asked me to
help him. "Isn't that right, David?" Julia glanced to see her husband
nodding in agreement. "When ya married David, ya promised to love, cherish
and obey him.  Instead, ya've denied yer husband his rights before God. 
Except to bear children, ya denied him sex.  God created man in his own
image and he gave him woman for sex, so ya gotta know in yer heart that He
approves of sex.  "God loves sex.  It's central to his divine design.  Sex
is not sinful, God invented sex, so how can it be sinful?  He made sex
pleasurable to encourage copulation and procreation...  that means fucking
and making babies." Jake smiled broadly down on the naked and bound woman,
proud of his command of the essential truths. "Now if he intended sex only
for making babies, then every time ya got fucked, ya'd git pregnant.  It
don't work that way and ya know that.  In fact, it can be down right
difficult for a woman to get pregnant, but that don't mean she's gonna go
to hell for fucking.  God made sex fun and pleasurable regardless whether
ya got knocked up or not...  Ya see, getting knocked up...  it ain't
required.  Letting yer husband fuck ya, however and whenever he wants,
that's required.  To do otherwise is the deny God's intent and ya risk
going to hell for that. "Now, ya did yer duty to bear him children, so ya
ain't all bad, but ya failed in yer duty to give yer husband the pleasure
that's rightfully his when he wants it.  Yer Rev.  Brown has already
explained all this to ya, but ya failed to take heed.  So, David, having no
other alternative, has turned to me for help." 'This can't be happening,'
thought the bound woman.  She struggled against her bindings again, knowing
that she was helpless to prevent whatever would happen next. "David has
asked me to teach ya how to give and receive sexual pleasure, so that in
turn, ya can pleasure yer husband.  Woman, I am gonna to teach ya to love
fucking." He paused for a moment to let that last statement sink in. "Do ya
know how I'm gonna teach ya?" Julia slowly shook her head not wanting to
hear the answer.  "I'm going to fuck ya, Julia." Julia nearly fainted upon
hearing the words. "In the next few minutes, I'm gonna shove my cock up yer
tight cunt and fuck ya." She couldn't understand it, but her pussy was
suddenly throbbing with unfamiliar desire.  "In fact, if ya got a nice
cunt, I'll probably fuck ya several times today, several times tomorrow,
and the next day and the day after that.  I'll fuck ya until ya learn to
love fucking." Julia tried to voice a protest, but again words failed to
form.  "Now David here, being the good husband he is, he's gonna stay,
watch and make sure ya don't get hurt in anyway. "Now, ya got to
understand, lady.  I know ya don't wanna go to hell, but there's no sin on
yer part, woman, if I fuck ya.  If there's any sin, it falls on me and
falls on David.  David wants me to fuck ya and he demands that ya obey him
as God demands of ya!  So, just lie back and enjoy a stiff cock like God
intended." Turning to David, Jake instructed, "David, tell yer wife what ya
want." David stood about stupidly for a moment until he realized it was
time to read his script.  "Julia...  my darling wife," he croaked, "I am
your...  husband and you will...  obey me.  I want you to give yourself to
our good friend Jake, so that you will learn to be a good wife to me and
not burn in hell for an eternity." The glaring stare from his wife made
David's hand shake.  "From now on, you...  you will do as Jake and I say.
That is my rightful command." A motion out of the corner of Julia's eye
distracted her death-ray stare.  Glancing to her side she saw that Jake was
slowly unbuttoning his shirt.  One by one the buttons opened revealing the
brute's bearishly hairy chest.  With the last button undone, Jake slipped
the shirt off his shoulders.  Julia's mouth opened to speak, but words
failed to form.  Next she saw him unbutton and unzip his jeans.  Jake
pushed his jeans down.  Julia saw his large organ come into view, the same
organ she'd fantasized about in her darkest moments of self-pleasure. Jake
kicked the jeans off his ankles and stood, stroking his large cock, a cock
that was at least three time the size and volume of her husband's.  The
organ began to engorge.  Julia watched as the erection grew.  She'd seen
his dick from afar when spying on him and his harlot frolicking in plain
view in their hot tub.  She'd seen what he did with it to the whore next
door during their orgies.  She'd imagined countless times what it must feel
like to have that cock moving inside her.  Indeed, in the past she had used
her own fingers in her fantasies, pretending that a thick cock was inside
her, stretching her out and making her feel like the slut she always
dreaded was lurking inside her.  She knew she had wronged her husband for
years with her imaginary trysts, but she never felt that she'd wronged him
by denying him sex.  Sex was sinful, the original sin, yet she also knew
Jake was fundamentally right...  God invented sex, so how could it be
sinful? Her entire body quivered when he lightly touched her bare tit,
tantalizingly tracing circles all around her mound of flesh.  David had
never done that before, she'd never allowed it.  His entire big hand
surrounded a tit, caressing it and making her feel funny inside.  She
fought the growing pleasure that she felt.  This was wrong!  Then his hot
wet mouth surrounded a nipple and gently bit down.  Julia arched her back
and resisted the urge to moan.  His beard felt soft against her breast. 
Alternately Jake nibbled and licked at her nipple until it became very
sensitive.  She fought the urges welling up inside her as he continued to
torment her teat.  She felt the neurological connections forming between
her nipple and her groin.  This can't be happening! "Ohhhh," she moaned
almost imperceptibly. Jake heard it, and released the nipple he was
sucking. "Feels good, don' it?" Not waiting for an answer he lowered his
head and began suckling on her other tit.  Jake now watched her expression.
Her eyes were closed, but he couldn't be sure of her arousal. More
neurological connections formed, this time linking her other tit to her
groin.  This time she moaned louder.  Hearing her, Jake was confident that
she wasn't the stone cold bitch as she'd always portrayed herself.  He
released her nipple and moved in between her up-splayed legs. Right away
Jake noticed the pecker tracks on the sheets.  "Looks like someone beat me
to ya," he said jovially.  David cast his eyes down knowing that he had
been discovered. Julia, having no recollection of her husband fucking her
while she was unconscious had no idea what Jake meant, besides she was
focused on the immediate prospect of being raped.  'This can't be
happening,' she thought as she began to struggle futilely once more. Jake
patiently waited until she stopped struggling so much. To Julia's surprise,
she wasn't summarily raped.  Starting at an ankle, Jake licked and nibbled
his way almost to her crotch.  Always he was watching her reactions.  Julia
was horrified by what was happening, but at the same time, being powerless
to resist she found it incredibly exciting.  Then he started on the other
ankle.  At first she was both relieved and disappointed he hadn't touched
her cunt, but as he nibbled and sucked and kissed his way up her calf
again, she felt her pussy tingling with unaccustomed expectations. 
Relentlessly his furry face worked his way up her inner thigh to the crease
between her thigh and her vulva.  Pausing to lick the crease, he let his
nose and then his beard brush across her freshly shaven cunt. A low wailing
moan filled the room as Jake's slowly licked up Julia's low-mileage sex
trench.  Looking up at her, he was pleased to see her nipples were pebbly
hard and distended.  A quick vision of piercing those meaty nipples flashed
through his mind.  'All in good time,' he thought to himself.  Then he
licked up her trench again, starting near her asshole and ending at her
clit.  She got wetter with each stroke. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned to the new
sensations.  Never before had anyone licked her like that, it was just too
dirty to contemplate.  'This can't be happening!' she thought.  'Not to me,
not to me...' Jake watched as her chest rose and fell as his wandering
tongue took liberties with her cunt that were never allowed before.  "Ohhh,
gawd!" she moaned over and over as the wet muscle explored her vulnerable
sex. Jake captured a pussy lip between his teeth and tugged on it gently.
Releasing it he paused to comment, "Ya seem to like this.  Feels good, don'
it?" "No!  No, you rapist bastard!" she cried out He resumed sucking her
pussy and toying with her nubbin. "No, please, no," she wimpered. Jake
paused to tell her, "Let yourself go.  Enjoy it.  Embrace God's gift. 
Embrace the feelings you're havin'" Then he resumed licking and sucking her
cunt. Under the unrelenting oral assult, Julia moaned and squirmed, her
movements severely restricted by her bindings.  Uncontrollably her hips
began punching into Jake's bearded face, letting him know that he had her
near.  David looked on in amazement, in awe in how easily Jake had aroused
her.  She'd never, ever, been aroused with him enough to punch her hips.
The always moving tongue was doing things to her that she'd never
experienced before.  She desperately wanted him to stop, but at the same
time she wanted it to continue, continue forever because it felt sooooo
incredibly good.  She felt her clit smashed between her pubic bone and the
devilish thing that was so arousing her.  She couldn't comprehend the
sensations welling up inside her as the tongue ground into her pearly nub
while slowly rotating.  She moaned like a sick cat and bucked her hips,
trying to get Jake to press harder on her already swollen buttton.  Her
stomach rippled as shivers of excitement ran up her body, lurching her
lower body up into the air, mewling and whining with delirious pleasure as
she climaxed with surging, white-hot waves of sexual ecstasy shooting
through her body.  Never before had she climaxed with a man.  Never before
had she'd been eaten out.  Never before had she coated a man's face with
her nectar.  Never before had she experienced the soaring euphoria of a
good cum that wasn't self-induced. Jake held on tight, keeping his face
buried between the legs of the wildly buckling woman, his mouth covering
her throbbing and juicing hole.  Greedily, the Beast drank the flood of
juices flowing from her pulsing cunt hole.  Jake sucked and sucked the
climaxing woman's cunt and clit, keeping her aroused like never before. 
Again and again she peaked while her husband watched in wonder. Knowing he
needed to give her a short break, Jake pulled away from her.  He turned to
face David.  "Damn, little buddy, she came quick and she came hard.  Ya got
yerself a hot one here partner!  I thought ya said she was cold!" "She's
never acted like that with me." "Maybe she will from now on.  Ya know,
she's gonna love getting fucked." Jake slid up Julia's body, taking a
moment or two to nibble on her tits before getting face to face with her.
After a few moments, her eyes fluttered open.  She looked into the grinning
bearded face that was mere inches from her own. "Now, wasn't that fun?" he
said before kissing her full on the lips.  It was a shock to her feel the
Beast's tongue worm its way into her mouth.  She always hated that when
David had done that, thinking that the exchange of saliva was disgusting,
but this was different.  He broke the kiss and rubbed his wet beard across
her face.  "Ya know what that is?  It's the juice from yer pussy,
honeypie." It had barely registered on her brain what he'd said before he
thrust his lingual digit back in her mouth, and when it did, she thrust her
tongue into his mouth. David saw that Jake was in a perfect position to
stick his big cock into her, so it was with mixed relief and disappointment
when Jake sat back on his knees between his wife's legs. Julia too was
disappointed, but when the thick fingers began exploring her sex, she
closed her eyes and simply concentrated on the sensations of being
caressed. "Mmmmmm," she murmured as a thick finger entered her vagina. 
Only her fingers, dainty fingers had been there before, and on occasion,
very few occasions, her husband's dick had briefly been there.  "Damn, ya
sure got a tight cunt, sweetheart.  Ya sure ya had all them babies?... 
Yeah, ya just gotta love a slut with a nice tight cunt.  'Course before I
leave, it ain't gonna be so tight no more." His fingers plunged in and out
of her sex, taking liberties that no one had taken before.  "Does that feel
good, baby?  Tell David, if ya think if feels good." Julia made an
undecipherable babbling noise.  "I take it that means, yes?" To Jake's
surprise, Julia nodded in agreement.  "I thought ya'd like it.  Ya know, me
and you, we're gonna have fun fucking.  I just know you're gonna like
having my cock up your tight cunt." By then the pad of Jake's thrusting
finger had found the fleshy bump on the fore wall of her vagina.  "I'm
gonna get ya off again, sweetheart, then we'll fuck." Jake stroked her
G-spot and then moved to swipe her clit.  Again and again he repeated the
process.  Julia felt the orgasm building in her groin.  She tired to resist
the sensations, but quickly realized that she couldn't.  He was going to
make her cum and that was all there was to it.  Looking down between her
splayed thighs she watched as Jake's thick middle finger fucked into her.
She knew she was helpless to prevent the molestation, but why were her hips
moving so obscenely?  She tried to hold still, but her hips kept moving,
betraying the dirty little secret that she was indeed enjoying what was
being done to her.  Little did she realize, but Jake had already discovered
her secret. The pleasuring finger moved in, out and about her throbbing
cunt hole.  The groans of the squirming woman were music to Jake's ears as
he watched her upper torso flush.  He knew that the sweet velvet
electricity was building up and that she was close.  Nerves began shorting
out in her abdomen.  Her hips reacted with convulsive lurches as she
rapidly climbed to the very pinnacle of ultimate sensation.  A glow began
somewhere in the area of her hotly pulsating vagina, a glow that
explosively burst into an inferno of hot passionate pleasure.  Julia
shrieked with joy and then fell silent as her world suddenly imploded
taking her very breath away. Jake patiently waited for her to recover a
portion of her senses.  Again he slid up her torso, stopping momentarily to
suck tit, tits that were now salty with sweat, until he was face to face
with her.  "Are ya ready to get fucked," he whispered as he nibbled an ear.
"Are ya ready to feel my big dick moving inside ya?  You're gonna love me
fucking ya, baby.  Are ya ready to obey yer husband and become my whore?"
The old Julia, appalled at what was happening wanted to scream, "No!" but
the new Julia, excited by not only his brazen actions, but excited by his
dirty sex talk, whispered back, "Yes." Immediately he slid back down her
torso, with a brief stop to suckle her other tit.  Jake rocked back sitting
up on his heels.  Gripping his turgid cock, Jake ordered, "Look at me! 
Look at my dick, honeypot!  Now watch my dick.  It's gonna go up inside
ya." He scooted forward until the fat drooling head touched her vulva. 
Julia only had to bend forward slightly to have a clear view of the strange
cock poised to ravish her.  Jake raked his cock head up and down her wet
cuntal furrow. She felt the fat cockhead spreading her lips open and
shuddered.  The old Julia hated fucking; found it demeaning, degrading, a
necessary evil in an evil world, and had never found pleasure in it.  The
new Julia, having never been properly fucked, now acquiesced to the old
Julia.  To Jake's surprise she wailed, "Oh, god noooooooooo!" as she fought
against the bindings.  Suddenly her cunthole was stretched open and filled
with the cock.  The new Julia, finding the sensation of being stuffed with
a hard dick pleasurable, salaciously moaned, while the old Julia was
stunned into silence.  Her head flopped back against the pillow. 
"Ahhhhharrrgggg!  Ohhhhh, gawwwwwd!" the woman cried as the authoritative
cock began moving deep into her tight cunt, stretching her cock-socket much
wider than her husband ever had.  "Oh, yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she cried as yet
another new aspect of sex was introduced to her. "I knew ya'd like it,"
hissed Jake as he sawed away slowly, relishing the tight grip of her seldom
used fuck tube.  "I always knew there was randy slut hidden inside ya, just
waiting to be released.  So ya just let it go, baby.  Be the wanton slut
you were meant to be, be the slut God created for a man's pleasure." Filled
like never before, her head moved forward to watch the big demanding cock
moving back and forth inside her, stroking areas of her near pristine
vagina that had never been stimulated before.  Her toes, pointing to the
ceiling curled up tightly.  She looked up at her husband with a wild
demonic look on her face and then back down at the strange and wonderful
dick that was fucking her pussy, fucking her like she'd never been fucked
before. Jake shifted his body forward to ride her higher.  His cock now
rubbed on her clit with every stroke.  Every nerve ending in and on her
body screamed and howled in gratification as an unfamiliar sexual intensity
ripped through her.  Quaking and trembling, her body slid into another
orgasm.  Her head lashed back and forth desperately as the pandemonium of a
raging storm of sexual energy tore through her addled brain.  As the climax
roared through her, Julia's eyes rolled back in her head.  Her mouth opened
in an ecstatic groan of release. Jake pounded away at the helpless woman
who came repeatedly as he relentlessly fucked her.  Julia was too far gone
into own new world to hear, but her husband heard Jake urging, "Come on my
cock, ya slut!  Come on my cock!  Yeah, that's it whore!  I always knew ya
was a cock loving slut!" David had never lasted more than five or six
strokes, so the fierce pounding she was receiving was totally new to her.
Crests of pleasure quickly followed one another in an unending succession.
To Julia the only thing that remained in her universe was the insistent
cock and the wonderful things it was doing to her pussy. The entire bed
pounded against the wall over and over.  Seeing his wife being brutally
fucked was too much for David.  He had his cock out and was abusing himself
mightily while his big hairy neighbor did things to his erstwhile ice-cold
wife that he only dreamed of doing.  David saw a twisted expression come
over Jake's face.  Jake's already thick dick swelled even bigger and the
veins on his thrusting shaft thickened and bulged.  Suddenly the fast paced
stuccoto of fucking was shattered as Jake roared, "Arrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggg!"
David saw Jake's buttocks clench convulsively, while his wife felt the
large dick inside her swell even more before explosively erupting hot thick
cum deep inside her unprotected cunt.  The rhythm broken, Jake jerked
violently and bellowed a second roar as he pumped more potent semen into
his neighbor's quivering quim.

   *****

   Next door, Shelly and Luke were just getting out of bed when they heard
a bellowing noise that sounded like wounded animal being attacked by
wolves. Alarmed by the sound, Shelly asked, "What was that?" "I dunno,"
replied her equally mystified mate.  They listened again and heard the
bellowing again.  Then there was silence.  The young couple got about the
business of a new day.  Almost immediately a fight broke out. "No, I'm
taking the truck!  I ain't walking home after a hard day just because
you're too busy getting screwed!" shouted the husband. "I need the truck,"
countered Shelly.  "I'll pick you up, Baby, I promise!  I can't get all
dressed up and walk to the courthouse in high heels." "Get one of the
Sheriff's Deputies to come pick ya up.  'Course ya might not ever make it
to work, but at least I ain't gonna be walking." "Oh, Luke, please.  I'm
sorry you had to walk home.  I couldn't help it if..." "Ya couldn't get
from underneath the sheriff long enough to pick me up...  could ya?" "He
wouldn't let me go anywhere!  Please, Baby!  I promise!  Besides I'll need
to pick up some groceries if you want supper tonight." Luke hated to argue
with Shelly.  It always seemed to be about stupid stuff and hardly worth
the effort.  Besides, he wasn't very good at it and he knew it.  "Ah, okay,
okay.  But ya better be there, Shelly or by god, ya walk from now on!"
Shelly whipped up some bacon and eggs.  Dressed for work, Luke ate in
gloomy silence.  Feeling the need to comfort her husband, Shelly stood by
his side and rubbed his hair.  The scalp massage melded into her rubbing
her tits into the side of his head.  Opening her terry cloth robe and
pressing her pillowy bare tits into the side of her husband's head, she
asked in her best come-fuck-me voice, "You got a few minutes?" "It's
getting late, Shel.  Shit!  I wish ya wouldn't do this me like this.  Damn,
I ain't fucked ya in days and...  Christ, I'll get fired...  Naw!  C'mon. I
gotta go, so take me to work.  We'll fuck tonight if ya ain't too worn
out." "I'm not dressed." "Ya got a robe on, don't ya?  Take me to work now
or I'll take myself!" "Okay, okay, grouchy." The old pickup pulled into the
parking lot at the rail yard.  They were fifteen minutes early, but as
usual most of the men were already there.  Knowing he had a little time,
Luke spent a few minutes chatting with his comely wife.  Opening the door
to get out of the truck, he heard the crunching sound of heavy boots
trodding through the gravel parking lot.  Looking across the cab, he saw
Jess Baker, the gang boss of one the maintenance crews, strolling towards
the truck.  "What the fuck's he want?" Luke mumbled under his breath. 
Baker was a neckless, baby-faced man whose massive frame towered over most
of his peers.  Luke didn't care for this guy as he was arrogant and a
bully. Upon reaching the truck, Baker stuck his head in the open
passenger-side window. "Well, well, who and what do we have here?" "My
wife," replied Luke irritated at the interruption.  "Yeah, I've heard about
your wife," said the big man smugly.  "Shelly, ain't it?  Damn, ya sure got
some nice legs there, honey." Baker looked up from examining the exposed
expanse of shapely bare legs with an unctuous smile.  "Lenny told me that
you bring her out and pass her around.  I didn't believe him, of course. 
But then a friend of mine told me about this blond bimbo with fantastic
titties at P-Willy's the other night.  Said that her husband was selling
her cunt.  He also said the slut's name was Shelly and that she was a
terrific fuck.  That got me to thinking...  that maybe, just maybe, there's
something to Lenny's story after all.  Especially when they both said her
pink nipples were pierced and that she wears nipple rings." Reaching inside
the cab, he tugged on the lapel of her terry cloth bathrobe to get a peek.
Instinctively, Shelly grabbed the robe to preserve her modesty, but she was
just a little too slow. "Well, I'll be god damned!  You do wear slut rings!
How about it, Honey, do you fuck for cash or do you fuck for free?" Baker
reached into his wallet and pulled out a twenty.  Holding the money up, he
said, "We've got ten minutes or so before the first whistle." Then he
dropped the bill in Shelly's lap and opened the door.  Luke immediately saw
that Baker had unzipped and had his cock out and ready.  The brusque man
added, "How about if you take a walk kid, or maybe you'd like to watch. 
Don't matter to me none." "Hey, wait a minute," protested Luke. "Get the
fuck out, kid!  She's a whore, and you pimp her out.  I paid you, now I'm
going to fuck her." Baker shoved Shelly into her husband.  It was a rather
tight fit with the three adults in the cab of the truck and Luke found
himself partially ejected out the driver's door. Baker then threatened,
"You suddenly have some scruples, kid?  How about if I report what you've
been up to on company time?  You and everyone else on your crew will get
fired! "Now, beat it, sonny!  I won't be long with her." Dismayed, Luke did
the sensible thing and got out of the truck, stunned that Lenny had put
everyone's jobs in jeopardy by shooting his mouth off.  Moments later,
Shelly was on her back, her head hanging off the seat making it impossible
for Luke to close the door. Baker roughly yanked her robe open.  "You
certainly do have some fantastic titties, girl!" growled Baker.  "Just like
Lenny said." Fully clothed, Baker mounted Luke's wife, holding his weight
off with one hand, and with his other gripping and mauling a fat tit. 
Without ever knowing why, Shelly automatically spread her legs apart. 
Shelly's head flopped back the instant Baker ran his hard cock up her
snatch, her blond hair hanging down towards the gravel.  With both doors of
the truck wide open, Luke watched the energetic fornication with
consternation.  Automatically his wife's ankles had locked around Baker's
hips, pulling him into her with each stroke.  Automatically her vagina
squeezed around her erstwhile rapist's cock to give just the right amount
of friction between the walls of her cunt and his cock shaft. 
Automatically, her hips punched forward with each inward stroke to take the
cock deeper.  She wasn't exactly smiling back at Luke, but she certainly
seemed to be enjoying the assault.  Later Luke would ask her why, but she
didn't tell him the truth.  Thanks to him, she was now addicted to taking
cock.  She craved cock and she wasn't particular as to the when, where or
whom.  Then to his further dismay, Luke saw a group of three men
approaching; Baker's work gang.  "Oh, shit," he muttered.  He looked around
to see if any of his own crew was nearby.  He saw Lenny, but knew that the
bastard was useless.  Rodger was facing away, messing around with some gear
in the back of their work truck.  Big Mike was nowhere to be seen.  "Where
is Mike?" he asked out loud knowing that only Mike could help in this
situation.  But by then it was too late.  The men were jostling for
position to observe the illicit screwing taking place.  After five or six
minutes of heavy fucking, Baker's motions became irregular and choppy.  He
dismounted and put away his spent cock.  Slipping from the truck he
mockingly apologized, "Sorry, Honeysnatch, but I forgot to use a rubber."
Then he announced, "She's a working girl, boys.  Be sure and tip her." The
whistle blew.  Baker then reassured his crew, "I'll clock all of you in. 
But you only have fifteen minutes.  Fifteen minutes!" Luke was now faced
with another dilemma.  To stay and protect Shelly as best he could, as he
really didn't know any of these guys very well, or go clock in so he
wouldn't be docked.  He saw Lenny and Roger walking to the dispatch shack
to clock in.  One of the men, Hank, had thrown another twenty dollar bill
on Shelly, pulled his pants down and had mounted her.  A guy known only to
Luke as Trapper, came around to the driver's side, threw a bill into the
cab and dropped his pants.  Shamelessly Shelly began licking and nuzzling
Trapper's balls and semi-erect cock while Hank's cock had a go at her
pussy. To Luke, it didn't appear that his wife was particularly upset about
any of it.  The young husband decided that they weren't going to hurt his
wife, they were just going to fuck her.  He only had a few minutes, so he
headed towards the dispatch shack to clock in.  On his way he noticed two
more men heading for his truck. Outside the dispatch shack, Jess Baker was
yukking it up with the crowd.  With knowing smiles and barely concealed
glee, they watched as Luke went inside to clock in.  Exiting the building,
Jess Baker collared him.  "Your wife's a mighty fine piece of ass, Luke. 
Mighty fine!" he announced to the mirthful crowd.  "Are you gonna make her
available at the company picnic?" Stung with embarrassment and shame, Luke
made his escape from the laughing maintenance crews.  Straightaway he
headed back to truck to ensure that Shelly was okay.  Baker's three men
were now standing about as the two other men were having a go at Shelly
from both ends.  Luke glanced back, a large crowd of men were now heading
towards his truck.  Fortunately, the second whistle blew and the pack's
advance stopped.  In moments the mob broke up, the men scattering to their
work vehicles. Laughing, Baker's crew took a parting glance and went their
way.  A minute later the two other men were finished and quickly ran to
their respective work trucks while buttoning up.  Luke looked around and
saw Roger and Lenny standing by their truck talking to Big Mike.  His boss
was late, but at least he was now here.  Luke turned back to his wife.  Her
head was still off the end of the seat looking back at him, whorishly
running her tongue across her spermy lips.  Wads of cum were splashed
across her pretty face and in her hair.  Her naked tits were heaving,
nipples erect and flushed.  They too were covered with jism.  She had one
foot resting on the floorboard and the other up over the seat back.  Her
hand was between her legs, feeling her gaping fuck hole as the mix of fresh
semen ran from her happy cunt. "Are you okay, Baby?" he asked.  Glowing
with endorphins, Shelly nodded yes and then sat up.  She closed her robe
and wiped the semen from her face.  She picked up the money scattered
around the cab and handed it to Luke.  He counted out two twenties, two
tens, a five and two ones.  With a snort, he commented wryly, "Sixty seven
bucks.  Ya better get yer ass home." Pocking several bills, Luke handed his
wife seventeen dollars sourly adding, "Here, this is yours.  Ya earned it."
"That wasn't my fault," she defended. "No, no it wasn't.  It's just the way
it is, I guess." Luke closed the doors as Shelly slipped behind the
steering wheel and fired the old clunker up.  "Ya be damned sure and pick
me up this afternoon." "I will, Luke, I promise.  What if...?" "What if
what?" "What if they...  you know...  those men..." "Shit, I don't know,"
replied Luke dejectedly.  "Just say, no." "We really do need the money,"
she stated hoping for some encouragement. Luke threw up hands and turned
away without further comment.  Walking away, he cringed hearing the gears
grind as Shelly forced the transmission into first gear.  Then he heard the
truck pull away.  Approaching the work truck, Luke saw that Roger was
helping Big Mike unload something from his truck and put it into the back
of the Suburban work truck.  Mike then dashed off to the dispatch office.
"You're late, Mike," observed the dispatcher. "Had a flat tire," replied
Mike dryly as he clocked in.  Making no issue of it, the dispatcher made a
notation in his log book and then gave Mike his crew's work assignment for
the day.  Leaving the dispatch shack, the first thing Mike saw was the
fistfight in progress.  Roger was doing his best to break it up, but Luke
was flailing away at Lenny who suddenly went down ungracefully. "What the
hell!" yelled Big Mike as he ran up to his crew.  Roger had Luke more or
less under control, but Luke still managed a glancing kick to Lenny's back.
"Roger!  What the fuck's going on!" demanded Mike. Roger replied, "Ask
them!" Lenny by that time had regained his footing and lunged at Luke.  Big
Mike grabbed him and easily pulled Lenny away.  Having restored order, Big
Mike got to the bottom of things. "He's fucking nuts!  He just went crazy
for no good reason," replied Lenny when he was asked. "He's been blabbing
his big mouth off," replied Luke.  "He told Jess Baker about the picnic
with Shelly last week.  Jess threatened to get us all fired if he couldn't
fuck her.  Fucked my wife right here in the parking lot!  His crew fucked
her too and two guys from Ken's crew!  Everybody knows about it! 
Everybody!" "Ya stupid piece of shit!" yelled Big Mike as he slammed Lenny
against the truck.  "I told ya to keep your fucking mouth shut!" "I didn't
mean to," defended Lenny.  "Last Friday after work, everyone was at Joe's
drinking beer.  I, I, I let it slip...  accidentally." "Accidentally, my
ass," growled Mike.  "I ought to pound your sorry ass into the payment
right now.  God damn you, ya know what you've done?  We could all get fired
because of that loose mouth of yours!" Letting loose of Lenny in case
anyone was watching, Mike growled, "How about if we let it be known that we
ran into a couple of whores yesterday, but ya couldn't get it up?  How
about if we let everyone know about your Millie?  I'm sure we can find a
lot of new entries to our baby derby." "Aw, c'mon, Mike.  Please, I'm
sorry, I'm really sorry, I..." "Lenny, shut the fuck up!  Just shut the
fuck up!" Seething, Big Mike thought about the problem for a moment.  "Now,
here's what we do.  We won't deny that we all fucked Shelly...  sorry Luke,
everybody's gonna know about that.  But we fucked her after work, not on
company time!  Ya got that Lenny?  Not on company time, but after work. 
Now get your pathetic ass in the truck, ya piece of crap!"

   *****

   "Where have you been?" asked Toni of her husband as he swaggered through
the backdoor. "Busy," he replied.  "Ya got my breakfast ready?" "I thought
you left." "Hell, ya seen my truck's still here!" "I guess," Toni remarked
without much concern.  "You been molesting Shelly again?" "Nope, haven't
seen her this morning," replied Jake as he struggled to conceal a grin.
"Well, then what have you been up to?" "Guess." "Jake, I don't want to play
games this early." "Go on, guess.  Ya won't believe it." "Then how would I
guess it?" "I dunno.  Just guess." "You were doing that little weasel,
David?" "Close..." Thrusting his chest out proudly he added, "Julia."
"Julia?  Get out of here!" "It's true!  David had her all tied up.  Wants
me to make a slut out her, ya know a cock loving slut like you and Shelly."
"Bullshit!" "Bullshit nothing.  I fucked that bitch!  Fucked her good.  Ya
know, I think she liked it."

   *****

   By the time Shelly got home from dropping off Luke, Jake had left for
the warehouse.  It was barely past eight.  Shelly noted the time; she
didn't need to be at the courthouse for her first morning of work until
nine thirty, so she went straight away to draw a hot bath.  She was
enjoying a relaxing soak when Toni came in. "Good morning, girlfriend,"
Toni cheerily greeted. "Oh, hi, Toni, come on in." The two women chatted
for a few moments before Toni asked whether Jake had been with her that
morning.  "No, I haven't seen him...  Honest!" "Oh, you know I don't care
if you did, it just that he had this crazy story and I..." "Want to hear a
really crazy story?" Shelly grinned mischievously.  "At the rail yard this
morning, in the parking lot, I got laid right in front of Luke.  Gang
banged." "I believe that," replied Toni. "I don't think he was exactly
happy about it.  I did four or five of them.  The guys gave me money." "You
whore!  In the parking lot?  Really Shelly, you really take the cake." "And
guess what else?" "Not another guessing game," groaned Toni. "I got a job!
A real job." "Doing what?" "Special Assistant to Judge Horace Mecom." "That
old lecher!  Special Assistant...  you're his whore, aren't you?" "Well,
I'll be doing other things." "Oh, honey.  You'll just be on your back."
"What's wrong with that?  Luke's okay with it." "Nothing I suppose.  Guess
that's better than doing Jetter's gang of in-breeds for roofing shingles."
Picking up a washcloth, Toni offered, "Want me to do your back?" "Sure. 
Thanks." Shelly and Toni had a silent moment as Toni began washing the
blonde's back.  "You wouldn't have something I could borrow for work, would
you, Toni?  You know, something sexy." "I'm two sizes smaller than you, but
I might be able to come up with something."

   *****

   Shelly posed in the full-length mirror in Toni's bedroom.  The black
wrap-around miniskirt was very short and it barely made it completely
around her hips leaving a bare expanse of thigh exposed along one side. 
The white silk top stretched across her ample breasts, straining the sole
button that tenuously kept everything in place.  The blouse was too low cut
and revealing for her to wear a bra, and the blouse exposed a scandalous
amount of the inner contours of her big tits.  Her nipples, clearly defined
by the tight fabric molded onto her skin, were barely concealed at all. 
"What do you think?" she asked Toni. "You'll be raped before you make it
into the courthouse," her friend laughed.  "The only thing you're missing
is a pair of "fuck-me" shoes." "You think so?  Do you have any shoes like
that?" "Of course!  I have just the thing." Toni dug around in her closet
and produced a pair of black open-toed sandals with four-inch heels.  "Try
these." Shelly slipped on the minimalist shoes and instantly gained another
four-inches on her friend while at the same time arching her ass. "They
make your legs look fabulous!  And see how your butt is now emphasized."
"Gawd, I look like a whore," lamented Shelly.  "You are a whore, dear,"
quipped her friend.  "You might as well look the part." "You don't think
it's a little too..." "Sluttish?  Absolutely!  You're going to give that
old fart a hard-on that won't go down." "Okay...  I guess." Toni spent a
few minutes fixing Shelly's hair and doing her make up.  To complete her
outfit, Toni fastened a gold necklace with a blue topaz pendant around her
neck.  "Matches your eyes." "As if anyone will be looking at my eyes."
"Well, it does soften the outfit, don't you think." Shelly fingered the low
hanging pendant.  "I think it draws even more attention to my breasts."
"Honey, that's the point!"

   *****

   Sliding into the driver's seat of the old pickup, Shelly immediately
realized just how short the miniskirt was.  "Thank goodness I wore panties
and not the thong as Toni suggested," she said to herself as she tugged at
the helm of her skirt. "Oh, my god!  If my mother saw me like this..." She
adjusted the rearview mirror to check her makeup and smiled back at her
reflection.  "If Daddy saw me..." Giggling, she blew a kiss to the hottie
in the mirror. Happy to find a parking space near the courthouse, Shelly
took a deep breath and made her way to her first day at work.  Finding
walking in the high heels to be somewhat wobbly, she concentrated on not
falling on her face.  Falling wasn't her only concern as her jiggling
breasts threatened to spring free of her blouse with each step.  Everyone
else, men and women alike, stopped and gawked at the curvaceous blonde
bombshell as she made her way into the courthouse.  Those who didn't stop
found themselves running into objects and other people, as their total
attention was drawn to the feminine spectacle. Much to her relief, she made
it up stairs of the courthouse without incident.  She was pleased when a
well-dressed man held the door open for her, flashing the man a radiant
smile as she passed.  "Sweet Jesus!" the man muttered as she passed,
causing her face to flush from a curious mix of pride and embarrassment.
Once inside she made her way past the courtroom to Judge Mecom's chambers.
Outside the judge's chambers, the bailiff, a middle-age man who wore the
uniform of a deputy sheriff waved to her.  She didn't recognize him at
first, but after he greeted her, "'Morning, Sunshine!  Damn, you sure know
how to make a man's cock hard," she did indeed remember; he'd fucked her
yesterday afternoon during her public service. "The judge isn't here yet,"
the bailiff said while making an adjustment to his crotch.  "You can wait
for him in there," he said pointing to a door.  "He should be in soon." The
bailiff escorted her to the door and opened it for her.  It was a small
room with single desk.  Shelly heard the door close behind her and turned
to see that the bailiff was with her. "Old Mecom's gonna flip when he sees
you dressed like this.  Bet he'll take one look and bend you over his
desk...  Can't say I blame him.  You're the best looking whore in the
entire county." The man unzipped his pants and fished out his stiff pecker.
"Now we can't have your cunt dripping cum when the judge gets you, but how
about a quick blowjob, honey?" Knowing full well that it was total
bullshit, he added, "I'll put it down as time towards your public service."
Seeing her favorite object, a stiff cock, Shelly shrugged and replied, "Why
not?" Moments later she was savoring the feel of another cock in her mouth,
a feeling that she'd grown quite fond of.  As her full lips slid up and
down his shaft, Shelly marveled at the dichotomous qualities of a man's
erect penis, at once hard and firm, the skin was also soft and yielding. 
Swirling her tongue over the smooth head, she tasted the seeping
lubricating liquids, whetting her appetite for what was to surely come. 
The bailiff closed his eyes as he concentrated on the wonderful sensations
radiating from his prick.  Up, down, up, down, swirl, up, down, up down,
swirl, the pattern was repeated over and over.  The accompanying lewd
smacking noises added immeasurably to his pleasure.  His breathing became
faster.  He opened his eyes and gazed down at the young pretty girl eagerly
sucking his cock, a girl the same age as his own daughters who were both
away at college.  He visualized his youngest, a blonde like this girl, on
her knees blowing her professor for a better grade.  The thought was all it
took to take him to the edge.  He grabbed the slut's hair and forced his
dick as deep in her mouth as possible.  He pulled out and rammed it back
in, transforming the blowjob into a face-fucking.  Half a dozen forceful
strokes and he felt his cum surging up from his balls. The cock throbbed in
her mouth and Shelly felt and tasted the thick man-juice discharging into
her mouth.  Greedily she swallowed the first two spurts, but allowed the
last pulses to linger in her mouth to savor the gelatinous texture and
taste.  All too soon the cock began to soften and Shelly knew that it was
over, for the moment.  Seeking to please him and herself to the last, she
refused to release his cock until she was ready, making him involuntarily
jerk about as she lovingly teased the now hypersensitive tip of the organ.
Only when he stopped twitching did she let it slowly slip from between her
lips. Rocking back on her heels, Shelly looked up and gave the older man a
big spermy smile.  Breathless, he exclaimed, "Holy smokes!  That was really
good, Babykins.  Really good.  You'll have to do that for me again,
sometime." "Anytime," she replied earnestly.  "You have a nice cock." "You
really think so?" "Yes.  It's not so big that it chokes me." The bailiff
beamed.  In all his years, never before had a pretty girl compliment him on
his cock.

   *****

   David sat in his bookstore watching the dust collect.  His mind filled
with the happenings last night in his home.  His pecker stiffened at the
memory of Julia tied down and blindfolded, helplessly struggling while he
fucked her.  It was the most erotic thing he'd ever done in his entire
life, raping his wife.  As he thought about it he realized how strange it
was that she tried to fight him the entire time, but when Jake fucked her,
the fight went out of her almost immediately.  It was if she really liked
what Jake was doing to her.  Did she? Yes, fucking her when she knew what
was happening was much better than when he raped her while she was out
cold. He recalled how she helplessly struggled and cursed him after Jake
had finished with her and went home.  He remembered how it made him feel so
powerful to take her like that. His mind drifted back to watching big hairy
Jake, pumping into her, how she groaned and fucked back at her hated
neighbor.  Yes, she really did seem to enjoy Jake taking her, despite that
fact that she had always detested the man as wholly immoral.  By and by
David considered what Julia would do to him once she was untied.  A vision
of his severed nut sack lying uselessly on the floor made him almost faint.
His gut tightened into a knot.  "My god, what have I gotten myself into?"
he cried out to the empty store.  A temporary respite from his anguish
presented itself when a potential customer came in and browsed around.  But
when the old man left without making a purchase, his thoughts went back to
the revenge his shrewish wife was certain to inflict upon him. To get his
mind off the disaster that seemed inevitable, he checked his e-mail.  There
was a curious e-mail from The Prophet simply saying, "Thank you for your
generous gift.  Most enjoyable." It made no sense at all and he quickly put
it out of his mind, as he often received nonsensical e-mails from the
kiddie-porn master.  He also had a few dozen requests for Boris' latest
boy-fuck flick and set about filling the orders.

   *****

   Except for Big Mike occasionally cursing at Lenny for being a
big-mouthed asshole and other disparaging descriptors, the ride out to the
field was mostly in silence.  Roger tactfully kept out of it and Lenny was
too cowered to make any retort.  Luke for his part was lost in his own
thoughts of Jess Baker and his pals flagrantly taking his wife for a few
measly bucks and how Shelly seemed to enjoy every minute of it. Arriving at
the assigned area for today, Mike scanned the tracks for problems.  There
had been some reports by train crews of excessive sway in this area,
indicating that the tracks needed some repair.  With his trained eye, he
quickly found the problem.  Stopping the truck, he got out for a closer
inspection.  Moments later he slid behind the wheel again and flipped a
hydraulic control that raised the steel rail guide wheels, returning the
truck into an all-terrain vehicle.  With a few sharp bumps, he pulled the
modified Suburban off the railroad tracks and bounced down the sharp
embankment towards a copse of oak trees. Once the truck lurched to a stop,
no one needed to be told that it was time to get to work.  Standing about,
Mike's crew waited his instructions.  Without saying a word, Mike went
around and opened the back tailgate where he rummaged around for a minute.
To everyone's surprise, especially Lenny's, Millie crawled out the back of
the truck. "Hey, what's my wife doing here?" demanded Lenny. "Shut up,
Lenny.  Just shut the fuck up!  I don't want to hear another fuckin' word
the rest of the day coming out of your big mouth," snarled Big Mike in
reply. Millie looked to her husband and asked, "What did you do, Lenny?"
Then turning to Mike she asked, "What did he do?  Is he in trouble?" "He's
got a big mouth," replied Mike.  "He doesn't have the sense to keep it
shut." "Do you, asshole?" snarled the angry crew boss at his underling.
Lenny raised a hand, but before he could speak, Mike cut him off.  "Not a
word, Lenny, not a fuckin' word.  I'm warning ya.  Just shut up, do your
job and stay shut up!" Mike turned his attention to the group at large. 
"First of all, we got a job to do today.  There's some rotted ties up
there. We're going to dig them out and replace them. "Roger, you and Luke,
take the truck and go up to Brice siding.  Get a dozen ties or more and get
back.< "Lenny, you can start digging the rotted ties out.  "Now I'm gonna
say this just once.  What happened back at the depot will not happen again
on company time or on company property.  We all have to work together and
that's that.  Any fighting, and I'll have ya fired.  Understand, Lenny?" "I
didn't start..." "Shut up, damn you!" Turning to Luke, Mike said, "No doubt
everyone knows about Shelly.  Nothing can be done about that now, so... 
just get over it." "Mike." "What is it, Lenny?" asked the exasperated crew
boss. "Why's Millie here?" "What do you think?  We promised your wife a
baby and we all need to work on that promise.  Making babies is a hit and
miss proposition.  Ya never can tell when it's gonna happen.  Might just
take once, but then again it might take months, ya just never know.  Now
Millie here, she wants a baby real bad and we're gonna give her one.  Now
as I recall, ya already agreed to this Lenny, so no back tracking." "I
ain't back tracking, I just..." "So now ya know.  She's here to be fucked
by the three of us.  Roger, Luke and I will take breaks throughout the day.
Ya can't contribute to this effort, Lenny, so just enjoy the show." Mike
turned to Millie who was blushing furiously.  "Darling, go get that blanket
I had ya wrapped up in and go spread it out over there.  Then get
undressed. I'll be with ya shortly." The boss turned back to his crew. 
"Lenny, get a shovel, a pickaxe and a crowbar from the truck. "Roger, you
and Luke be on your way.  Don't be lollygagging about.  We've got important
work to do today and ya can't breed this fine woman if you're not around to
do her." "I'm senior to Luke," protested Lenny.  "Union rules.  I should go
with Roger." "Lenny, don't ya think ya oughta be sticking around to give
Millie some moral support?  She's your wife, man.  Very shortly, I'm gonna
fuck her.  Ya should be here when that happens and make sure she's safe.
"Now go get your tools, shut up and get to work."

   *****

   At the warehouse Jake made his plans for the morning.  He would do a
couple of quick deliveries, swing by and pick up Henderson's video
equipment, go home and do Julia, have lunch and bring back Shelly.  He
prided himself as a man of his word and he'd given Horsefly his word that
in exchange for procuring the drugs for Julia, the big black buck could
fulfill his fantasy and fuck the big titted blonde.  A video of Shelly
taking Horsefly's big black cock would definitely be a moneymaker.  As his
two black workers loaded the delivery truck, Jake made his final plans.
"Hey, Horsefly!  I got a treat for ya after lunch, just like I said I
would. Now, ya go get one of those used mattresses and lay it out on the
warehouse floor." "Yes, suh, Massa Jake!  Yes, suh!" replied Horsefly with
a knowing grin that showed off his pearly white teeth.

   *****

   While Roger and Luke drove away to procure the needed supplies, Lenny
trudged up the embankment grumbling to himself about how unfair Big Mike
was being to him.  Up on the tracks, he found a rotted tie and threw down
his tools.  Looking down the embankment, he saw Big Mike unbuttoning his
wife's dress.  The housedress fell to her feet.  Stepping behind Lenny's
wife, Mike unfastened her bra, and it too was discarded.  Then Lenny
watched as Millie pulled her panties down and stepped out.  When she stood
upright, Mike's strong arms encircled her from behind, his hands cupping
and mauling her tits.  Lenny adjusted his stiffening cock in his pants. 
Between kisses along her neck, Mike whispered into her ear, "You're so
beautiful, Millie, so very beautiful." "You're just saying that," she
protested. "No, it's true.  You are very beautiful.  I love a woman with
full tits." "He can see us," the wife protested. "It excites him.  Trust
me. Watching us, he's as hard as a railroad spike." It was hard for Lenny
to concentrate on doing his job with what was going on just a few yards
away and down the embankment.  Uneasily he watched as Big Mike stripped off
his shirt, boots and then his pants.  He saw Mike taking his wife in his
arms again and kissing her.  This time the big hands roamed freely across
Millie's naked back and buttocks.  He could see everything, but he was too
far away to hear his wife say, "I need you, Mike.  Ever since the other
day, I've thought of nothing but you and the other guys.  I never knew it
could be so good." "Then suck me, Millie.  Suck my cock and get me hard."
Lenny was astounded to see his wife sink to her knees and eagerly take
Mike's prodigious dick in her mouth.  "What's that got to do with knocking
her up?" he mumbled.

   *****

   Judge Mecum licked his chops when his buxom "Special Assistant" stepped
into his chambers, her full ripe tits jiggling seductively with each
unsteady step.  He hadn't realized it yesterday with her standing next to
Sherriff Reed, but she was indeed a tall girl, her heels and short skirt
making her legs appear longer than they were.  He glanced up at the clock.
Mustering a stern countenance, he snapped, "You're late!" Shelly stopped
dead in her tracks.  "The bailiff said you weren't in yet, and..." "And
what?" "Nothing.  I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be late, I..." Knowing he
really couldn't be angry with such a divine creature, the Judge softened up
immediately.  "Oh, don't worry about it, dear," he said with a shrug and a
friendly smile.  "It is your first day, and I must say, you look absolutely
fabulous!" "Thank you." Shelly stood about nervously not knowing what to do
as Mecom's eyes scanned up and down her body.  "Uh, what is it you want me
to do?" "Yes, of course...  Well, for starters you can go downstairs to the
canteen and get me a cup of coffee.  French roast.  Black." Shelly turned
to fetch the coffee but before she got to the door, the judge had a change
of heart.  "No...  on second thought, I'll get someone else to bring me
coffee.  Come here my dear and let's talk about your duties." The judge
pressed a button on the intercom and ordered coffee to be sent to his
chambers. The judge rose and walked up to her.  "Now, let's see..." His
hands came forward and slipped into her blouse.  With a minimal amount of
effort Shelly's double-D hooters popped out of her blouse. "Incredible,"
the judge muttered as he fondled her.  "Absolutely incredible.  They are
all natural too.  Where did you get such a rack?" "Uh, my mamma?" "Of
course," he replied as he tweaked a nipple until it swelled appreciably. 
"Fantastic tits.  When did you pierce your nipples?" "A week ago, I guess."
"Yes, they don't seem to be fully healed yet." "They're not," she gasped as
he painfully tugged the gold ring. "Does that hurt?" he whispered giving
the ring a slight twist. "Yes." "The pain, it excites you?" "Sometimes."
"You will always refer to me as, Sir," he demanded giving the ring another
twist. "Yes, Sir.  Sometimes it does, Sir." "So you enjoy pain?" "I don't
think so, Sir.  Please, Sir, you're hurting me." The judge released her
ring and gently rubbed the tormented nipple.  "There, is that better?"
"Yes, Sir." "We'll see," he replied cryptically.  "Now, as to your duties.
Do you type?" "No, Sir." "Not a problem.  You don't need to type." "Then
what am I supposed to do." "I think you know very well what your duties
will be.  Otherwise you wouldn't show up for work dressed as you are.  Now
would you?" "No, sir," she admitted. "That's better.  No need to be coy. 
You are to be my sex-toy, pure and simple.  Whatever I want you to do, you
will do it.  Do you understand?" "Yes, Sir." "Good.  Now, over there in the
corner is a box of files.  Look in there for a file marked, "Anderson
verses Dillon".  I have to hear closing arguments in an hour and I need to
refresh my memory." Shelly went to the box and bent over to search for the
file.  As her skirt hiked up, it was plainly evident to the judge that she
was wearing panties.  He turned and went back to sit at his desk.  Moments
later, his comely assistant brought him the requested file.  Taking the
file from her, he sat it on the desk.  Leaning forward he took her thighs
in his hands and pulled her towards him.  "I couldn't help but notice that
you are wearing black panties," he said flatly. "Yes, Sir." "How do panties
help you do your job?" "You don't like them?" "I would like them better if
you took them off...  Go on, I haven't all morning!" Shelly's face flushed
as she reached under her skirt and pulled the black panties down and then
off. "Give them to me," came the order.  Shelly placed the panties in the
Judge's outstretched hand. Bringing the panties to his nose, Mecom said,
"You smell heavenly.  I'll keep these until you return to your husband."
The judge then opened a desk drawer and placed the panties inside. "Now
come closer." As Shelly stepped a little closer, the lecherous Judge leaned
forward and ran his hands up her skirt to grasp and stroke her bare
buttocks.  Shelly felt the pressure of his hands pulling her closer until
his face was pressed into her crotch.  His hands left her butt cheeks and
lifted the short skirt, allowing him to nuzzle into her.  Suddenly he
pushed her back against his desk.  "Spread your legs." Shelly immediately
obeyed his command.  "Now sit up on the desk.  Keep your legs spread. 
That's it.  Now show me your pussy." Shelly instantly complied.  "Now
spread your pussy open." Even Shelly felt that it was obscene what he was
demanding, but she really didn't have a choice.  With her own fingers, she
pulled apart her cunt lips to display the glistening pink interior of her
treasure. The Judge leaned closer and closer until Shelly felt his hot
breath blowing from his nostrils onto her splayed sex.  Mecom inhaled
deeply, relishing the aroma of the young woman's pussy.  "Are you always
this wet, my dear," he asked. "I guess," she answered, placing a sharp
emphasis on the last word as the wet tongue touched her inner flesh.  The
tongue slowly plowed through her cunt, sending a shiver of pleasure
coursing through her ripe nubile body. "Wonderful, just wonderful," she
heard him breathlessly remark before the tongue began the next trip up her
moist, humid trench.  On the second trip, the tongue stopped to tease her
nubbin momentarily.  The pleasuring tongue pulled away.  She was expecting
another lingual swipe, but instead she felt him nuzzle his entire face into
her.  For several moments the Judge wallowed his face in her splayed open
pussy.  Then he unexpectedly rocked back and sat back in his chair, his
entire face sparkling with her dew. Closing his eyes, he took several deep
breaths, relishing the heady scent of her sex.  "Marvelous!  Simply
marvelous, my dear.  I will be able to smell your delicious cunt all
throughout the dreary proceedings today.  Now, if you will excuse me, I
need to review those papers." "Aren't you going to fuck me?" Horace Mecom
looked up and was surprised by what he saw in Shelly's pretty face.  There
was a genuine pleading, and unfulfilled yearning and unmistakable burning
need in the young woman's eyes.  "Doesn't take much to get your motor
humming, does it, sweetheart?  Fuck you?  Yes, I'll fuck you, but later, my
dear, later.  It's still quite early, and if I did, I would be remiss in my
duties by being late for court.  I don't tolerate tardiness in other
people, and I don't expect them to tolerate belatedness in me." "Now don't
get me wrong, my dear, you look absolutely lovely this morning.  In fact,
you're going to give every man who sees you today an instant hard-on.  No
doubt, you're going get the attention of a few dykes too," the Judge added
with a chuckle.  "But I've got a very special guest coming by later this
afternoon and I want you to look your absolute best.  So, I made an
appointment for you this morning with Miss Rita at Rita's Salon.  She and
that cute little gook that works with her are going to give you a makeover.
Hair, nails, facial, makeup, the works. "So why don't you trot that pretty
ass of yours down the street and let Rita and Ming Le take good care of
you. I expect you back by 2 o'clock.  Meanwhile have fun, but I want you to
try and keep strange peckers away from your sweet puss." With a chuckle he
added, "You'll get plenty of pecker later today...  I promise. "Now, run
along, child."



   Chapter 24 - NEW AWAKENINGS

   David is torn by the Pastor's care of his children, while Jake enjoys
his erstwhile prudish wife's cunt.  Lenny is torn too, but by the flagrant
trackside use of his wife, while Luke's wife, Shelly gets a new do and is
challenged in her new job.

   Lenny struggled to keep his mind on the task at hand of digging out the
rotted crossties.  It was hard work for sure, but he was used to hard work,
it was simply too difficult for him to keep his eyes off the lewd scene
taking place a few feet away.  Out in the open, under the cool shade of the
oaks, his wife was being royally fucked by Big Mike.  The way Millie was
carrying on while Mike rutted with her, gave lie to this just being a
biologic exercise to get her pregnant.  She was obviously enjoying every
minute of it, every hard demanding stroke into her pussy, every change of
position, and every loving caress laid upon her voluptuous body.  Mike was
certainly in no hurry, he was having a great time making the woman
repeatedly squeal with pleasure.  Lenny fumed that all the oral sex the two
lovers periodically engaged in had absolutely nothing to do with
procreation.  What did fingering her asshole have to do with anything?  The
uninhibited wantonness exhibited by his erstwhile loyal wife was
staggering. The copulating couple broke apart once again.  Once again
Millie was kissing and slobbering all over the rigid expanse of Big Mike's
big prick.  Then Mike rolled on his back and Millie climbed aboard, slowly
taking his cock.  Lenny couldn't be sure, but was she taking him in the
ass? She never, ever let him do that.  No, maybe she was just fucking him?
The cuckold husband couldn't be sure.  With his prong buried deep, Big Mike
sat upright, making Millie lean back and support herself with her arms. 
Now as her hips rotated and ground into his groin, Mike was sucking her
tits.  Lenny couldn't stand it any longer.  He fished his hardened member
from his jeans and began stroking himself.  "Look over at Lenny," urged
Mike in a whisper.  "He's masturbating." Millie looked towards her husband.
Sure enough, Lenny was tugging at his root while watching them fuck.  "See,
he's getting off on watching ya.  He's really enjoying the show.  I told ya
he wants ya to be a slut.  Makes him hot to see ya gettin' fucked." As
preposterous as Big Mike's proposition was this morning, it all now made
sense to Millie.  She wanted a baby, while Lenny wanted her to be a slut.
They were both getting what they wanted, so why shouldn't she enjoy her new
found sexuality.  She was beautiful, she realized.  Beautiful and
desirable, she was the object of virile men's lust.  She was born to be
fucked and fucked often, Mike had told her.  That essential truth was now
evident to her.  Exalting in her newfound purpose, another scream of female
pleasure filled the air.  Millie's shouts of, "Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me,
Mike!" sent Lenny over the top.  Trembling with the self-induced climax,
Lenny's sperm-deficient semen splattered uselessly on the ground while
Mike's potent screw-juice flooded into the ripe womb of Lenny's wife. Lenny
was dazed as he watched his wife being unceremoniously dumped off Big
Mike's lap.  Mike rose and pulled on his jeans.  The fucking was over... 
for now.  In a daze Lenny stupidly watched as his boss pulled on his work
boots and donned his cap.  Purposely, Mike strode up to his underling.
"Just what the fuck do ya think you're doing?" demanded Mike harshly. 
"You're supposed to be digging out the ties, not beating your meat!" "Did
you...  Did you screw her in the butt?" the husband asked meekly. "No.  But
now that ya mention it, before the day is over, I think I will!" snapped
the irate gang boss.  "Now let's get busy.  We've got a job to do and we're
gonna do it." With an unctuous grin Mike added, "While we do her."
Surveying the little progress Lenny had made Mike observed, "We've got at
least a dozen of these to do today.  Give me the friggin' pick, ya lazy
bastard.  You shovel."

   *****

   It was midmorning when Julia heard the heavy footsteps ascending the
staircase.  Fruitlessly she tugged at the bindings one last time.  Seeing
the hulking mass of Jake Stringer appear in the bedroom doorway, she
stopped her useless struggle.  She shuddered as he began stripping off his
shirt.  "Oh, god, he's going to rape me again," she whispered.  With the
conflicting emotions of fear and yearning, she watched as the hairy brute
of a man removed his jeans.  Lewdly the Beast stood in the doorway,
fondling his large cock while the helpless woman watched, certain of her
immediate fate. Julia let out a whimpering cry as her loathsome neighbor
stepped towards the bed where she was tied.  Once he was at the bed, she
cried out, "Don't rape me!  Please, Jake, don't rape me!" "I ain't gonna
rape ya, Julia, but...  I am gonna fuck ya." "Oh, please...  I'm married!"
"And yer husband gave yer cunt to me...  for trainin'.  Just between the
two of us," he chuckled, "I ain't ever gonna give it back to him either. 
Yer my fuck toy from now on, bitch.  Now ya can make it hard on yerself, or
ya can make it easy.  Don't matter none to me.  I'm gonna fuck that tight
pussy of yers no matter what ya want." "That's rape!  I'll call the police!
I'll..." "It ain't rape...  I'm just helping my neighbors out.  Tomorrow,
the next day, or the day after that yer gonna want my dick filling yer
pussy.  Yer gonna be begging me to fuck ya.  You'll love what I do to ya.
You're gonna love being my slut and having my cock inside ya." "Oh, please,
Jake.  I'll get pregnant." "Yer not on the pill?" "No." "Ya don' say? 
Hmmm, now there's a thought.  Ya being a proven breeder and all, maybe ya
want my baby?" "No!  I already have three children!" "Don' worry none,
darling.  Tony and me will raise it.  The only thing that woman can't give
me is babies, but you...  ya can.  Yeah...  I'm gonna breed ya, bitch."
"Oh, god..." Jake reached out and lightly traced circles around her tit. 
"Now don' that feel good?" Bending forward he licked around the areola and
it's rapidly stiffening nipple.  "Ya 'member how much ya liked that last
night?" "No," she whimpered.  "Ya did.  Ya loved it.  Look at your nip,
standing straight up like that.  That proves ya like it." Julia glanced
down at her erect nipple just before he engulfed it with his mouth.  With
the wet warm and demanding embrace of his mouth on her nipple, the new
Julia was roused from her deep psyche.  It did feel good, the new Julia
whispered to the old.  "Yeah, ya like it," he declared again, before he
resumed his gentle suckling and licking.  "Nooooo," the helpless woman
whimpered again, but her body was saying 'yesssss' to sensations of his
unrestrained oral caress to her breasts.  "No, please..." she pleaded as
the unwelcomed feelings began to well up from deep inside.  The old Julia
shuddered and squirmed to get away before the new Julia manifested itself
again.  The new Julia had been a total shock to her sensibilities last
night, and she struggled mightily to keep the alien demon from reappearing,
but even as she steeled her resolve, her body was betraying her. "Yeah, ya
like it.  Admit it, baby.  It feels good." "Yessssss," came the alien voice
from somewhere inside.  The old Julia quickly countered and asserted
itself, "No!  No!  No!" "Ya got nice titties, baby.  Very nice titties. 
Want me to suck the other one?" "No!  Please...  please...  oh, please...
oh, gawd!" "Relax, baby.  Ya know how much ya want this." "Nooooooooo," was
her mournful reply.  She felt him gently bite at her turgid nip, sending a
jolt of pleasure straight to her groin.  "Yesssss," she hissed, "yesssss."
Having gotten the response he wanted, Jake began kissing and slobbering all
across both boobs as Julia squirmed with her eyes tightly shut.  "Yessss,"
she heard herself say over and over to her dismay. "Ya like it, don't ya?"
"Yesssss," she moaned.  "It does feel good," she admitted surrendering
ground to the demon inside her. Jake kissed up her neck and gingerly kissed
her on the lips.  To his surprise, her tongue shot out, forcing its way
between his lips.  He parried in return and she sucked in the probing thick
tongue. She felt him showering her with kisses all across her face and
along the nape of her neck.  No one had ever nibbled at her ear lobes
before and with it a surge of passion was released.  Jake noticed the
heaving in her breathing.  She heard the whispering directly in her ears,
"Ya want me to fuck ya?  Fuck yer sweet pussy?  Ya want me to make ya feel
like a woman?  Ya want me to do it, baby, don'cha?" The old Julia struggled
to regain control, but the new Julia felt the primal call to mate beginning
to throb in her pussy.  "Tell me ya want it," came the whispered voice. 
"Tell me how ya want me t'fuck yer needy pussy." To the old Julia's horror,
she heard the new Julia saying, "Yes, yes, yes." 'No, no, no,' she wanted
to cry out, but words refused to form.  'Yes, yes, yes...no, no, no,' the
old and new battled for her very soul.  Louder and louder the 'yeses' were
overwhelming the 'nos', as the new Julia grew in strength until the primal
call to lustily mate could no longer be restrained. "Fuck me," came the
sweet reply that Jake wanted to hear.  "Yes, yes...  take me." Jake let
loose of the fleshy ear lobe from between his lips and started kissing
downward, down her neck and down and across the springy flesh of her
heaving tits.  Taking a nip, he sucked it between his teeth briefly.  In
response Julia arched her back, desperately trying to drive the tingling
nipple deeper into his mouth.  The kisses went lower, across her tummy and
down between her legs. "GAWD!" she moaned as her cunt lips were spilt by
the wild and crazy tongue.  The tongue!  Yes, the seductive tongue, so wet
and lewdly moving!  The sensations she had first felt last evening once
again rang like a gong.  The vibrations radiating outward throughout her
body then collapsing back inward, like a pulsating standing wave, infusing
her with a lust that demanded carnal satisfaction.  Again and again, the
shockwaves propagated throughout her very being, engulfing and sweeping
away the old Julia in the maelstrom of lust and passion.  Her hips began to
rapidly thrust and then rotate as she was overwhelmed by the release of the
pent up sexual energy from a lifetime of denial. The momentous tingling
started at her clit, electrically connecting her nose to her toes. 
Something inside her seemed to erupt.  She inhaled a large gasp of air as
the orgasmic tremblor hit hard and ripped through her soul.  To Jake's
delight, a fountain of girly nectar flowed across his lapping muscle and
into his greedily sucking mouth. Jake quickly positioned himself for the
main event.  He swiped his bloated cockhead up and down her juicy slit and
then moved over her, holding his weight off her petite body with his arms.
Showering kisses across her face, he waited until she had coasted down
enough to be cognizant of the moment when he penetrated her sex.  With his
kisses now being feverishly returned, he pulled away.  The panting woman
opened her eyes.  He slowly pushed his hips forward.  Feeling her pussy
lips being parted and stretched around the fat cock head, Julia's eyes grew
wide.  With an unyielding force, the cock slowly slid deeper and deeper,
stretching her more and more to accommodate its thick girth.  As his sex
spike drove into her, Jake watched her eyes roll up into the back of her
head.  Before he was fully in, he felt the constricting pulses of her
vagina that signaled her renewed orgasm. "You're a hot fuck," he grunted as
he pushed all the way in.  "Yeah, bitch, I'm gonna love fuckin' ya!" In as
much as she was already cumming on his dick, he dispensed with his plan for
an initial slow fuck and just began ramming it into her.  Full powerful
thrusts made her whole body rock, only the bindings that held her
helplessly open to him prevented the trashing woman from being bodily
pushed into the headboard. It excited him to feel how her body readily
responded to the fucking.  "Yeah, ya love it!  A natural born slut," he
grunted.  "Take my dick!  Take it all, ya whore!" he roared.  He didn't
even try to hold back to make the moment last, instead he relaxed and let
the sexual energy flow into him unchecked.  An army of virile spermatozoa
moved up his testicle cord and into his prostrate where the vast hoard of
potent squigglies mixed with thick carrying fluids that would sweep them
into the vulnerable womb of the woman.  With a powerful contraction of his
prostate gland, the spermatozoa were forcefully launched through his cock
to begin their epic struggle to find a fertile egg.

   *****

   Feeling more surefooted in her high heels, Shelly strutted through town
to Rita's Salon.  She'd heard about Rita's for years, how it had an
exclusive clientele and how you had to have a loyal customer recommend you
to even secure an appointment.  Throughout her walk she heard the wolfish
whistles and remarks from the men she passed.  "Are you busy, sweetheart?"
"What's your number, baby?" "Holy smokes!  What I'd give to do that!" And
other lusty comments, some downright obscene, made it to her ears. The sign
on the door plainly stated, "By Appointment Only - No Walk-ins Accepted".
Entering the salon she was greeted by a somewhat heavyset lady with short
red hair.  In a friendly manner Rita stated rather than asked, "You're
Shelly.  I'm Rita.  Horace said you'd be here.  We're expecting you." She
followed Rita into the salon area where another lady, beautiful and
obviously wealthy, was getting the finishing touches on her makeup by a
small girl of obvious oriental decent.  Shelly felt the cold disapproving
stare of the other woman as she was led to an adjacent adjustable chair.
"You look gorgeous," she heard the oriental girl say to the other client.
"Yes, I do," replied the vain woman as she basked in her own reflection. 
"You do beautiful work, Ming Le." "Thank you, Ma'am," came the deferential
reply. A well-dressed man, sitting across from Shelly's chair was reading
Field and Stream while waiting for his wife to finish.  He looked up from
his fishing story as the hot bombshell walked by.  He saw the flash of the
bare thigh exposed up one side and her bouncing mammaries straining to be
free.  Sitting in the chair, Shelly felt her scandalously short skirt hike
up her thighs.  The man's eyes grew wide as he found himself looking
straight up Shelly's short skirt and straight at the dewy cleft of her
naked pussy.  Shelly blushed when she realized the spectacle she was
presenting.  His eyes darted up to quickly look her in the eye and then
back down.  He looked up again and smiled.  Raised to be polite, Shelly
smiled back.  Then the man's eyes unabashedly settled on studying her bare
cunt, with an occasional glance to see if his wife was watching.  On
display, Shelly squirmed in her seat, causing the helm to ride up further.
The man looked up and with his index fingers subtly signaled her to spread
her legs apart further.  She didn't know why, but she did it.  He signaled
again for her to spread wider.  This time she felt a cool breeze as her
labia parted.  The man unconsciously licked his lips.  'Gawd!  I can't
believe I'm doing this!' she thought to herself.  She glanced sideways to
the other woman who was totally self absorbed.  'You're a bad, bad girl,'
she chided herself.  Feeling wickedly naughty, Shelly glanced back at the
man with a come-hither smile and dropped a hand into her lap.  With her
finger, she pulled the helm even higher and spread her thighs even wider.
Inwardly she laughed, observing the man's inner struggle to contain
himself. His wife turned towards him and he quickly raised the magazine. 
"What do you think, Edmond?" To answer her query, he dropped the magazine,
finding it a strain to keep his eyes upon his wife.  "You look ravishing,
my dear," he gallantly replied.  To his dismay, his wife rose from her
chair.  It was time to go.  'Damn!' he thought to himself.  Placing the
magazine down, he quickly reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a
business card, upon which he quickly scribbled a note.  While paying the
bill, he handed Rita the card.  Rita looked up questioningly.  He saw her
confusion and he shook his head.  With a slight nod towards Shelly, he
silently indicated that the card was for meant the stunning young woman. 
Rita understood immediately and smiled knowingly. "Why did you give Rita
your card," asked the wife as they left the premise. k"I need to set up an
appointment," came his quick reply.  The wife accepted the deceitful
explanation and the two walked down the street for a luncheon date. Ming Le
immediately moved over to Shelly and began her manicure while Rita tended
to some paperwork up front.  Finishing one hand, the manicurist moved to
the other, stripping off old polish, filing and buffing and then expertly
painting the tips of her fingernails with white polish in the
French-manner. Shelly marveled at her beautifully done fingernails as Ming
Le removed a shoe and began a pedicure.  Wanting to ask Shelly something,
Ming Le looked up and saw the flagrantly exposed cunt just inches away. 
Their eyes met and knowing smiles were exchanged.  Ming Le continued her
work, glancing up now and then at the slut's shamelessly exposed pussy. 
Suddenly she rose to confer with Rita up front.  Rita looked back.  Shelly
imagined correctly what was being said.  Rita went to the front door and
locked it.  This was standard procedure, as she never accepted walk-ins
unless it was painfully slow, a situation that almost never occurred. Rita
then approached Shelly and discussed what they were going to do.  It would
be the "full deluxe treatment".  First a shampoo and conditioning to
restore her hair and a stylish cut to emphasize her youthful face properly.
They would add a little color to bring out the shimmering highlights.  She
also explained that while she was having her hair shampooed, she would be
receiving a facial mask to improve the complexion of her skin.  Ming Le
would then give her a Swedish massage and then apply makeup.  The whole
procedure would take several hours. "I need to be back at two," stated
Shelly with needless concern. "It's only ten thirty, dear.  We have plenty
of time.  Are you ready to get started?" Rita asked. Shelly giggled and
nodded.  She was very ready to get a full deluxe treatment as she had only
dreamed of such a luxury.  In a flurry of motion, both Rita and Ming Le
wiped the makeup from Shelly's face.  With the last dab removed, the chair
was lowered until her head was resting on the headrest of the sink. 
Suddenly, Rita sat her upright again.  Without warning, the hairdresser
reached forward, unbuttoning the single button holding her blouse together.
Almost explosively, her tits were bared.  "We don't want to chance ruining
this beautiful blouse, do we?" Shelly nodded her agreement, as she
certainly didn't want to chance ruining Toni's silk blouse.  "Sit up a
little, darling." Shelly sat up so Rita could slip the garment off.  "That
blue topaz really sets off your eyes, dear.  Mmmmm, such lovely breasts...
When did you get your nipples pierced?" "Uh, about a week ago, maybe two."
Along with an unsolicited caress of her ripe melons came the earnest
remark, "Stunning!  Absolutely stunning!" Rita brazenly stroked and mauled
the full orbs and toyed with the jeweled nipples while Ming Le hung up the
blouse.  Having taken a measure of the exceptional quality of Shelly's
natural breasts, Rita moved her hand to the helm of Shelly's dress and
pushed it up.  "I can see why Edmond Johnson wants a date with you," she
mused.  "He left you his card and wants to you to call him.  He pays very
well from what I understand.  Here, let's hang up this skirt before it gets
too wrinkled up.  Horace hates wrinkled clothes you know." Before she knew
it was happening, the skirt was removed leaving her totally naked save for
a single high heel shoe.  Moments later, that shoe too was gone as the
Vietnamese girl began work on her last foot.  Shelly was stunned at the
boldness Rita had exhibited, but was too inhibited to say or do anything
about it.  The chair was adjusted and her head was lowered back to the
sink. Rita wet her hair and began the shampoo while Ming Le worked on her
toenails and the calluses on her heel.  Shelly began to relax and enjoy the
attention she was receiving despite her total nudity with these strangers.
She convinced herself to relax, as they were all just girls and that
somehow this was all normal. The work on her foot came to a stop.  Shelly
felt a small hand on her inner thigh, then the unmistakable feel of hot
breath on her shaved vulva.  Startled by the beginnings of a sexual
advance, Shelly's eyes opened.  She saw Rita was smiling down at her when
the small wet tongue first touched her sex.  Rita watched the slut's
reaction to Ming Le's oral caress and saw how Shelly automatically spread
her legs wider to give the petite Vietnamese better access.  She saw how
the blonde teen's nipples immediately stiffened and was amazed at how
quickly Shelly was aroused.  Rita's hand glided across Shelly's neck and
down to lightly brush over the erect nipples.  The look in the girl's eyes
and the slightly opened mouth said everything to Rita...  she'd seen it on
many a woman's face.  It was a look of raw passion.  Passion of the sorts
only processed by nymphomaniacs. Rolling the titty tip in her fingers, Rita
smiled down at her aroused customer.  "You really like this, don't you,
slut?" As she lay there being molested by the two lesbians, the expertly
lapping tongue on her clit was sending electrical shocks up Shelly's spine,
making it impossible for her to form words.  Rita released the ringed
nipple.  Shelly saw Rita push away the mobile sink.  Then the chair made a
clunking sound and a narrow headrest swung upwards to support Shelly's
neck. In rapidly growing stupor, Shelly watched Rita's hands making their
way up the older woman's dress.  Almost instantly, the hands reappeared
pulling a pair of pink panties down the somewhat thick thighs.  Rita bent
forward to step out of the panties and took the opportunity to kiss the
slut's sultry lips. With the oral talents of Ming Le, Shelly was already
experiencing the "deluxe" part of a treatment at Rita's Salon, available by
appointment to both men and women who were well heeled and open minded. 
She was about to experience the "full" portion, also available to both men
and women.  Rita hiked her dress up around her waist, and straddled
Shelly's head.  The plump cuntal cleft was soon pressed into Shelly's face.
With a grinding motion, the large meaty lips parted and the wet interior
was pressed into her customer's mug, smearing Rita's juices across Shelly's
entire face in a "full" facial treatment. Having her whole face suddenly
engulfed within the folds of a large pussy was startling to say the least.
Needing to breathe, Shelly moved her head about, but was unable to escape
the large wet flaps molded around her face.  Mercifully, Rita gave her a
quick moment to inhale and then sat on her face again.  While her tits were
being expertly mauled and her own cunt was being skillfully eaten, Shelly
felt the thrusting motions of the hairdresser's hips and felt the
enveloping pussy sliding back and forth across her face.  Shelly nearly
passed out several times from lack of oxygen, but Rita was attuned to when
a life sustaining breath was needed.  Rocking back and forth with two
handfuls of oversized tit, Rita observed the firmly rounded mounds of
Shelly's well-endowed chest turn a ruddy shade and the tell-tale rippling
of her abdominal muscles as well as the twisting motions of her customer's
hips as the shuddering climax was delivered. Shelly was only barely aware
that Rita had moved off her face when she felt the hot green glop of a
facial mask being applied.  One thing hadn't changed though; the delicate
tongue was still scouring inside her pulsating sex channel.  With a low
plaintive moan, Shelly came again. "Try not to move your mouth, dear," came
the impossible directive, "or the mask will crack." Shelly did as best she
could, keeping her lips as motionless as humanly possible, but also kept
them slightly parted so that she could at least pant and groan.  There was
no way, however, that she could prevent her hips from jerking or wildly
pumping as Ming Le assaulted her clit over and over.  With a muffled
scream, Shelly finally had to push the Asiatic girl from her sensitive
cunt. Ming Le popped up with a broad smile across her girlie-goo coated
face.

   *****

   Upon the return to the worksite with a work cart loaded with new
railroad cross ties, Big Mike set Lenny and Luke to the task of unloading
the cart. "Rodger, Millie's waiting for you," said Big Mike as Lenny looked
on.  "Screw her good and knock her up." "You got it, boss!" Rodger replied
with a grin.  "I'll do my best." "I know you will, Rodger." Turning to
Lenny, Big Mike said, "You see that, Lenny?  Rodger doesn't whine and
complain every damned time I tell him to do something."

   *****

   David was staring off into space, rubbing his sore shoulder, thinking
about how Julia cursed and spat at him last night.  Even with her tied up
he found it difficult to fuck his wife.  Jake told him to just fuck her and
don't worry about it.  "She'll come around," Jake had assured him, but
after she had bit the hell out of him, David wasn't so sure about that. His
worrying was interrupted when the Reverend Brown came into his bookstore.
"Good morning, David," the pastor cheerily greeted.  David returned the
pleasantries.  He hadn't expected to see the Reverend and was now worried
that his unruly kids had proved to be too much. Brown looked about the
store to insure that they were alone.  "There's not anyone in the back is
there?" he said in a low conspiratorial voice. "No," replied David puzzled
as to the question. "Good.  I have something for you, Dragon." Surprised
that he had addressed him by his code name used in his pornographic
business, David was speechless.  The Reverend looked again to be sure that
the coast was clear; then he produced a homemade DVD.  "I must admit that I
am honored by your generosity," Brown continued.  "The children are quite
delightful and so...  so willing.  You've trained them well." "What are you
talking about?" "You know very well what I'm talking about.  But I must
admit I was pleasantly surprised that the two girls were still virgins.  Of
course, I'm not greedy and saved the young one for you." "You what?"
Holding up the DVD the pastor continued, "I recorded for posterity the
deflowering of your oldest.  She's quite the eager one!" Brown watched the
color drain from David's face.  "Are you feeling well?  You look pale."
"I...  I...  I..." stammered the hapless father. "Well, this is unedited,
but I'm sure that you will enjoy seeing this.  Once I have edited it
properly, I'm sure our clients will appreciate it immensely." David looked
at the label on the DVD, titled 'The Prophet - Sessions 1, 2 & 3 - Kendal,
Billy and Trisha.' "You...  you...  you..." he stammered as his voice
trailed off to a forced whisper. "Spit it out, man!" demanded the Pastor.
David's mouth was moving, but no sound was coming from him. "Should I call
a doctor?" David shook his head.  Waiting impatiently for David to speak
the pastor realized that something was seriously amiss.  He correctly
concluded that David hadn't known who he really was after all.  "Look, you
know who I am and I know who you are.  We are in this together, Dragon. 
You knew who I was when you called me." "I, I, I didn't know!" blurted
David.  "Well, you know now," replied the infamous pedophile. "Don't get
any ideas.  Remember, what you've been doing is just a culpable as what I
do.  I simply meet the demand that you created.  We both profit from our
arrangement.  If I go down, you go down." Stripped of his public façade,
The Prophet grabbed David by the collar and hauled him into the back of the
store.  A moment later, the pastor's cock was out, "Suck it, you god-damned
pervert!  Suck it like your boy sucks it!" David hesitated and received a
slap to the side of his head. "On your knees, damn you!  Now suck it!"
David, with tears welling up in his eyes, took the limp organ into his
mouth.  Soon it began to swell as David mindlessly sucked and sucked while
the pedophile pastor cursed him.  Memories of the abusive cook at church
camp came to fore.  As his pastor came nearer to orgasm, David was ordered
to, "Swallow every drop." Moments later, David felt the thick slimy semen
shooting across his tongue as the hard cock pulsated. Spent, The Prophet
pushed David away from his softening cock.  "You and Julia take your time
working out your differences.  I assure you that the children will be fine
with me.  They are very eager and willing.  They are going to be stars. 
I'll return them when I'm finished with them, unless you want me to make
other arrangements for them." He then zipped up and left the store, leaving
David stunned and utterly dismayed on the floor of his storeroom.

   *****

   Taking an early lunch, Jake strode into the neighbor's house as if he
owned it, stripped bare and made his way upstairs.  At the smashed doorway
to the bedroom, he brusquely announced, "Ready to be fucked again, slut?"
Still bound, Julia squirmed in anticipation, her bed now soaked in urine.
"Can I have some water?" she asked hopefully.  Jake considered the request.
He realized that a little kindness now would go a long way in the future.
"Sure.  Ya hungry too?  Want something to eat before we fuck?" "Yes,
please," she answered softly, her mouth parched from thirst.  She watched
as the naked man turned and headed back down the stairs.  In a few moments
he was back with a tall glass of ice water and a ham sandwich.  Sitting on
the edge of the bed, he noted the wet sheets and distinct odor of urine. 
"Ya pissed on yourself?" Embarrassed by his observation she nodded her
head. "Guess ya couldn't help it." Again she nodded her head. "Can't be
helped," he stated as he offered the water to her lips.  It was awkward in
the half prone position she was in and water spilled and ran down her neck
and across her tits.  "Could you please untie me?" she asked politely.  "I
won't run away.  I promise." "I don' trust ya," Jake replied, " but I see
no harm in making a few adjustments." He then loosened the ropes holding
her legs, lowering them to the bed.  "How's that?" She was grateful when
the pressure of the ropes finally eased.  "Better, thank you.  Much better.
But I can't sit up." Jake gave her more slack, which allowed her to sit
upright.  With her hands still raised and bound, Jake offered her the water
again and then the sandwich.  He gave her all the time she needed to drink
and eat. "Ready to fuck?" he asked bluntly. To his surprise she answered,
"Yes, thank you." "Okay, Doll.  Spread'em and show me where ya want my
cock." Again he was surprised as she opened her mouth like a little bird.
"Ya wanna suck my dick?" Julia smiled and nodded.  She did indeed want to
feel his thick cock in her mouth again.  Jake straddled her and kneeling,
offered his cock to the woman by first swiping the head across her lips. 
He was again surprised when her tongue lashed out to lick at the growing
organ.  Seeing little need to continue the tease he pressed the fat head
against her lips and was immediately rewarded with the warm, wet embrace of
fellatio. "Ya like sucking my cock?" Unable to verbally answer she nodded
'yes'.  Immediately he felt her tongue playing across the underside of his
shaft. "Ya learn fast," he praised.  "Yer gonna make a good whore after
all, bitch." Even though he didn't have too much time during his lunch
break, Jake allowed her to explore his cock with her mouth and tongue.  He
loved seeing his fat glans move in and out of a woman's mouth, and today
was no exception.  Repeatedly he pulled out from her lips and then pushed
back in to be rewarded with her madly trashing tongue along the little flap
of skin at juncture of his cock rim and his bulging cock tube.  Finally he
pulled out and announced, "Let's fuck." Julia slouched down into the urine
soaked mattress, and lewdly spread her legs.  "That's the way, baby.  Show
me ya want it." Julia responded by punching up with her hips.  "Yeah, ya
want my cock alright." Jake then mounted her. "Ya want it slow and sensuous
or hard and fast?" "Do me slow, Jake." Jake's pushed his hips forward,
slowly but steadily.  His cock pressed between her cunt lips, spreading
them wide. Julia hissed, "Yesssss," as the big cock head began its journey
through her cuntal tube.  The deeper he went, the better it felt to her. 
"Yesssss, baby, yesssss.  Oooooo, that feels soooo good," she groaned in
pleasure. "I'm gonna knock ya up," he growled once he had bottomed out
aginst her cervix. "No, Jake.  Please don't.  Fuck me, but don't make me
pregnant." "Your cunt belongs to me, bitch.  I want a kid and you're gonna
give it to me." Jake slowly withdrew until her cunt was vacated. Feeling
her cunt empty she moaned, "Oh, god, don't stop." Slowly he pressed into
her again. "Ya like that?  Ya like me fucking ya?" "Yes, Jake, yes.  I
never knew it could feel so good." "Then ya wanna have my baby?" "Oh,
please...  Just do me," she whispered as the big cock vacated her cunt
again. "Oh, I'm gonna do ya, Julia.  Do ya until yer belly swells and then
I'll keep doing ya." "Yessss," she moaned in pleasure as the big cock once
again made its way deep into her. "That's better," replied Jake knowing
full well that she meant the copulation and not his expectant results.  He
then settled into a slow steady screw of his new fuck-toy, delighted that
it had all been so easy.  He had been expecting a long campaign of
humiliation and abuse before she broke.  Never had he guessed that he would
break her in this quickly in less than twenty-four hours. Julia savored
every stroke of Jake's large-caliber cock.  This morning quite
unexpectedly, her inner slut had been released and it wouldn't be
restrained.  All morning, all she'd thought about was when would Jake
return to fuck her again.  Now was the moment and she wallowed in the
fulfillment of her newfound sexual yearnings.  The friction of his big cock
plowing through the clasping walls of her tight cunt, the friction of her
clit rubbing against the mighty stalk and the persistent rubbing of his fat
cock head against her g-spot quickly brought her ardor to a fevered pitch.
Soon the feelings so alien to her before yesterday began mounting and
mounting until she screamed out her pleasure at being fucked by a man. Jake
felt the unmistakable pulsations of her cunt around his dick as the woman
came hard.  Having accomplished his goal of bringing her off with his cock,
he concentrated on working towards the baby he wanted so much.  Before her
spasms had ebbed he felt his impending ejaculation building.  Planting his
cockhead tight up against her battered cervix, he spewed his potent seed
directly into her fertile womb.  Julia felt the great phallus throbbing
inside her and knew that she was being bred.  With that unseemly knowledge,
she was swept away by yet another crashing climax as intense and as
satisfying as the first. As his cock slithered from her gaping hole, he
checked to see if his semen followed.  He knew he'd shot a pretty good wad
into her.  The fact that it didn't just gush out when he uncorked her meant
that it had gone where he intended it to go, directly into her womb. 
Pushing himself off the languid women he glanced at the clock.  He was now
running a little late.  He hoped that Toni had his lunch ready and waiting
for him as he didn't have time to wait around while she fixed him
something. Then he'd get Shelly and haul her ass down to the warehouse to
pay off his debt to Horsefly. Realizing that he was leaving her again Julia
quickly protested, "You can't just leave me here like this!  Please untie
me!" "Why should I?" "The sheets are wet...  " "And ya ruined your
mattress. I didn't do that, you did.  Wimp Weasel's just gonna have to buy
a new one." "I really need to go to the bathroom." "I ain't stopping ya."
"Please, I'll do whatever you want, Jake." "I know ya will, one way or the
other." "I'll have your baby," she whispered knowing that it was going to
happen anyway, no matter what she said or did.  "I'll do anything, but
please, untie me." "Ya ain't proved yourself to me.  Not yet." "I'll do
anything..." "Anything?" "Yes, anything.  But don't leave me lying in this
mess." Jake thought for a moment.  If he left her now like she was, she'd
reek to high heaven when he returned.  That didn't appeal to him.  He'd
accomplished what he'd wanted, but it was just too easy...  way too easy in
his mind.  "Okay, cunt.  Maybe I believe ya, maybe I don't.  Knowing ya as
I do as the spiteful and malicious bitch-neighbor-sent-from-hell, I suspect
yer just lying to me.  No way that just a couple of good fuckings would
change ya so much and so quick... "It's against my better judgment," he
went on, "but I do believe in redemption.  Not the, 'I'm not going to
hell,' kind of redemption, but the, 'Hey, I really do love to fuck,' kind
of redemption.  So let me be clear, bitch...  if ya cross me, there'll be
hell to pay...  Understand?...  I don't like smacking around a woman, I
like fucking 'em....  and I especially enjoy fucking an uptight cunt like
you and turning her into a total whore.  That's what you'll be when I done
training ya, honeypot, a total whore.  Understand?" She really didn't
understand.  Something had happened, something marvelous had happened to
her even if it occurred during these horrid circumstances.  Suddenly
everything was different; she was different and Jake seemed different. 
Rather than a God-forsaken Beast who courted Satan's favor, she now saw him
as a virile man, the man who made her feel like a true woman for the first
time in her life. She had always abhorred sex.  It was an evil, a necessary
evil, but an evil nonetheless.  Her mama had taught her that and had taught
her well.  She especially abhorred the sex act as it was dirty, messy, foul
and seeped in all manners of wickedness.  And she loathed men of all
stripes, including her own husband and the father of her children, with
their disgusting cocks.  She especially loathed women who eagerly spread
their legs for some man so he might soil their very souls.  They were
whores, sluts, harlots and slatterns, and now she was to be a whore too.  A
whore for the one man she'd loathed more than any other.  The man had
ignited the fireworks and lit inside her a roaring flame of unbridled
passion and lust.  She would do anything for him, she realized, anything,
just so long as he continued to run his wonderful cock up her cunt like
he'd been doing.  So, why was he so mean to her?  She didn't understand. 
But she was pleased that he was suddenly untying her feet.  Hope soared
when he untied her hands.  But her hopes of freedom were dashed when he
made her stand and securely bound her hands behind her back.  "I'm gonna
fuck ya some more today," he said dispassionately while pushing her out the
door and towards the bathroom, "so let's get ya cleaned up.  I want ya nice
and fresh for me later." As he forced her to step into the tub with him,
she pleaded, "I really need to pee." "Then wrap yer legs around mine...  I
said, wrap yer legs around mine." "How's that supposed..." "Now pee,
sweetheart." "Oh, god!  I can't do that!  That's so nasty, so filthy and
disgusting!" "Get used to it, Julia.  You and me, we're gonna do lots of
nasty things together." Pulling her head back by her hair, he growled, "Now
pee, bitch!" With satisfaction Jake felt the gush of warm liquid on his
hairy thigh.  A steady stream flowed down his leg and Julia's legs too,
down across their feet and then into the bottom of the tub to drain away.
The stream ebbed and then stopped altogether.  "Now look what ya did!" he
said with feigned outrage.  "Ya pissed all over me." "You told me to..."
"That's right.  Now on your knees," came his demand. "What do you..." "On
your knees, whore!" he commanded harshly. Julia obediently knelt.  With her
head down low she waited dreading the worst.  'God, what is going to make
me do?' "Who do ya belong to?" 'Belong to?  This whole thing was supposed
to be about being an obedient wife.  My husband,' she reasoned.  "Uh,
David?" she whispered uncertainly. "Wrong!  Not any more!  He's may still
be your husband, but your cunt belongs to me.  Seeing that ya miserably
failed this simple test, I'm gonna leave ya tied up until ya know yer new
place in life...  as my whore.  Now look at me!  I said look at me!" Julia
lifted her head.  "Let me show ya what I think of yer wimpy husband." Julia
cried out as the warm stream of yellow piss hit her square in the chest and
then played all across her torso until Jake had emptied his bladder.  She
began sobbing as she had never been so humiliated in her entire life. 
Humiliated, degraded and somehow excited at the same time; it was all so
confusing.  But what Jake had to say next was just too astonishing. "Let me
tell ya something about yer husband.  He's got this thing about kiddie
porno, ya know, movies...  movies of little kids...  little kids getting
fucked by old men...  ya know what I mean?  Probably been molesting his own
kids, the sick piece of shit. "Another thing..  he likes to have a dildo
used on him.  Ya know what I mean?  Fucked in the ass?  Toni has this strap
on cock that she fucks him with.  He likes that so much that he gave ya to
me as his whore, just so Toni would keep doing him.  Ya understand?  Yer
husband's a piece of shit." Julia realized that she understood nothing,
except for her newfound desire to be used by Jake.  But she did understand
what he wanted when he swiped his cock, wet with sex and piss, across her
lips.  Eagerly she sucked in the flaccid organ and licked off all the
residues.  It was odd, she thought, how different his cock felt when soft
than when it was hard.  'Was God a cock?' she thought.  'Is that why He's
so magnificent?" Pushing her head away from his dick, Jake commented,
"That's more like it, baby.  Now, be a good girl and standup." Knowing she
would had trouble standing on her own with her hands bound behind her back,
he gave her a helping hand.  Jake then turned on the shower.  Julia
shrieked from the shock of cold water on her body, but Jake paid it no
mind. Reaching for a bar of soap, he began soaping her body down with his
bare hands. Jake hadn't bothered to pull the shower curtain closed as it
blocked the view in the mirror, a view he wanted her to see.  At first
Julia was concerned about all the water spraying all over the bathroom
floor, but as his big powerful hands glided over her smooth skin, she
pushed the growing flood of water out of her mind and concentrated on the
flood of new erotic sensations she was feeling.  She'd never showered with
anyone before, not even her husband who had cajoled her fruitlessly when
they were first married.  As she felt her soapy tits sliding under Jake's
strong hands, she now couldn't understand why she had denied herself such a
simple pleasure.  The hands freely explored her, leaving nothing untouched.
She shuddered as the slippery fingers went over and into her ass and then
over her anus, again and again, cleaning her better than she had ever
cleaned herself.  Then she gasped as the fingers began probing into her
cuntal sluice, sliding back and forth until they settled on her aroused
clitoris.  Soon she was weak kneed and trembling as she was masturbated to
completion.  She would have slumped into the tub, but Jake easily held her
upright as he brought her off. Satisfied that he'd done a proper job on
her, Jake led her dripping wet back into the bedroom where he toweled her
skin dry.  Considering the gentleness he had shown her, it was a surprise
when he barked, "Get on the floor, bitch!" Immediately she complied and was
dismayed to find him binding her feet together, then binding her feet to
her arms bound behind her back.  Secure in the knowledge that she wasn't
going anywhere, Jake stripped the soiled linens from the bed.  It was no
surprise that the urine had soaked through the mattress pad. "Where are
your clean sheets?" he asked.  "In the hall closet," she replied.  "If
you'll just let me up, I'll do it." "That's okay," he replied. The wet
mattress was a problem, but he solved that by spreading several handmade
quilts over the stain, before laying a sheet on top without bothering to
tuck in any loose ends.  Jake then lifted Julia from the floor and
deposited her in the bed, laying her on her side, and then covering her
with a sheet. "I'll be back in a while," he said as he turned to leave. 
"Untie, me.  Please, untie me.  I won't do anything.  I promise.  I won't
run away." "That's right, ya ain't going nowhere.  Now later today if ya do
real good, I might let ya loose while I fuck ya.  But not now." "Please,"
she begged in vain as he walked out the door to get his lunch.  "I love
you." "Yeah, right!"

   *****

   Lenny gathered around with his crew for the company-provided lunch of
bread, mustard and luncheon meat, the same as every day.  Today they had
some processed cheese slices and apples too, along with canned ice tea that
was so sweet as to induce a diabetic comma.  While munching on his
lackluster sandwich, he watched as Luke took his Millie for the second time
this morning.  Lenny's attention was drawn away by the horn of a passing
freight train, slowly navigating it's way through the damaged track section
under repair.  The engineer waved to the work crew, feeling a little
envious of what was happening out in the open.  "Some guys have all the
luck," he muttered as he watched the unmistakable act marked by the rising
and falling of a man's bare buttocks.  He blew the horn again in several
short bursts, showing his appreciation for the salacious show. Lenny
started in on his third sandwich.  In dismay he observed Millie greedily
taking Mike's cock in her mouth while Luke continued to hump away in her
well used and sperm drenched cunt.

   *****

   Shelly found herself suddenly upright in the chair, as Rita rapidly
snipped portions of her shoulder length blonde hair.  Before she knew it,
Rita was pulling strands of her hair through the holes in the perforated
plastic cap, while Ming Le carefully peeled away the hardened facial mask
and buffed up the dried nail polish.  With the application of a
highlighting tint to the exposed hair, Shelly was directed to follow Ming
Le into a back room. With her high-heeled shoes returned to her feet,
Shelly wobbled after her.  "Up here!" directed the petite woman pointing to
a low table in the back room.  Shelly did as directed lying on her stomach.
Immediately the probing fingers began kneading into her muscles. "That
feels good," Shelly sighed as the massage began it's relaxing magic. "You
want dildo?" "What?" "You want dildo?  We've lots and lots of dildos," came
the reply.  Ming Le stopped the massage and opened a cabinet mounted on the
wall to display a wide range and variety of dildos of many sizes and
shapes. "Buzz, buzz, buzz," she said holding up a torpedo shaped object. 
"Feels good in cunt...  Feels good in ass too!  You want?" "No...  no thank
you," replied Shelly. "You want bigger?  Too big?  How about small one? 
Like this?  You like?" "The Judge told me not to..." "Not too big!  Feels
good in butt!" laughed the woman.  "Buzz, buzz, buzz!" 'Well, he didn't say
anything about my bottom,' thought Shelly as she recollected the Judge's
instructions.  "Okay." Shelly moaned in pleasure as the thin vibrator was
pushed up her rectum, but that was nothing compared to deep sensations she
experience when it was switched on.  With the dildo buzzing in her butt,
Shelly took even greater pleasure from her massage. All too soon it was
over, and Ming Le led her back to the chair where Rita again rinsed her
hair and began to brush and dry it.  Still damp, a few rollers were
introduced.  Ming Le approached holding out a small box.  Opening the box,
she displayed two brass balls.  Realizing Shelly's naivety, Rita explained.
"They are Ben Wah balls.  The Judge ordered them for you.  They go up
inside your vagina.  Then as you go about your business, they roll around
together.  Feels marvelous.  The objective is to keep them inside.  That
works your vaginal muscles.  Within a week or two your cunt will be as
tight as a virgin, that's even if Sheriff Reed is poking you several times
a week. "Isn't that right, Ming Le? "Of course before you have sex with a
man, you have to take them out.  Any questions?" "Inside?  How do I get
them out?" "Ming Le, show Shelly how to remove them." Ming Le scurried to a
drawer and produced a similar box.  Hiking her dress, the small woman
squatted and stuck the two metallic spheres up inside.  Then she walked
about, her dress held high, demonstrating how comfortable she was.  "I take
out now," she said.  "You squat.  You push." The two balls dropped to the
floor with a double clang and rolled away.  "No problem," the beaming woman
declared, patting her dress into place. She then pickup the box she'd first
shown to Shelly and took out the gleaming metal orbs.  "Open legs!" When
Shelly didn't immediately comply, she repeated, "Open legs!  Open legs! 
Next customer here soon!  Open legs!" Shelly spread them and watched in
amazement as the petite woman shoved the two balls up her cunt. "You like?"
"Uh, uh, I guess so." "Promise, you like." Ming Le's head snapped to the
sound of rapping at the door.  "Next appointment here!" "It's that time
already?" asked Rita checking the time.  It was little early, but she
wasn't about to leave a customer standing at the door.  "Ming Le, go let
Mrs.  Adams in." Shelly turned to protest that she was still nude save for
her shoes, but just as she was about to speak, Rita covered her with a
drape.  Shelly was hardly settled when an older, matronly lady walked in,
followed by her husband.  The lady paid scant attention to the young blonde
sitting next to her, but Shelly certainly caught the attention of the
gentleman.  The drape adequately, but barely covered her, leaving the long
expanse of her shapely legs exposed.  Sitting directly across from Shelly,
Mr.  Adams, a lifelong leg-man, was in heaven.  The older gentleman
unabashedly scanned up and down the length of her shapely legs, from her
painted toes and slut-shoes, up to where the smooth skin disappeared under
the drape. Having put on the finishing touches to her hair, Rita moved to
begin work on Mrs.  Adams.  Meanwhile, Ming Le, busied herself with the
skillful application of makeup to accentuate the best features of Shelly's
face, her full pouting lips and her sparkling blue eyes.  Without being too
obvious, Shelly watched as the gentleman vainly tried to see higher up her
legs.  Then out of the corner of her eye, she saw Rita recline the other
chair.  Quickly Rita wrapped the lady's face in hot moist towels.  Rita
spun Shelly's chair around so she could see herself in the mirror.  "Well,
that's it, dear.  What do you think?" The reflection staring back at her
was so stunningly beautiful that Shelly hardly recognized herself.  "Gosh,
I hardly recognize myself!  I love it!" "Yes, you are beautiful." Rita then
spun the chair back around facing Mr.  Adams. "What do you think, Mr. 
Adams?" asked the hairdresser. Glancing over to his wife he stammered, "Ah,
umm, very nice." "Very nice indeed!" declared Rita.  Then to Shelly's
horror, Rita stripped away the drape covering her.  Adams was astonished
with the vision of sumptuous female beauty laid bare before him.  While Mr.
Adams gaped in awe, Rita pulled a blushing Shelly to her feet, all the
while gushing about how pretty her new hairdo made her.  Rita made her turn
and look at herself in the mirror.  Certain that Mrs.  Adams couldn't see a
thing that was happening, Shelly got into posing, knowing the effect that
the display of her nubile nude body and close up view of her killer ass was
having on the stunned older man.  Rita handed Shelly her black mini skirt.
Much to Mr.  Adams disappointment, the lovely buttocks disappeared from his
view.  In the mirror, Shelly caught a glimpse of motion behind her and
after slipping on the silk blouse, turned to look.  There to her
astonishment she found Ming Le on her knees before the broadly smiling
older gentleman, her head bobbing up and down in his lap.  Raising her hand
to her mouth to stifle a giggle, Shelly took a quick glance over her
shoulder to the man's wife.  The woman was still lying back with her face
totally covered in hot towels, oblivious that her husband's cock was being
sucked just a few feet from her.  She felt Rita's hand slide around from
the back to caress her still exposed boobs.  Gladly playing her impromptu
part in the naughty game, Shelly arched her shoulders to make her tits look
even larger and more inviting.  Watching the lewd fondling of the blonde
bimbo's big tits while he was being fellated had a predictable effect on
the gentleman.  Slack-jawed and slightly drooling, he developed a
glassy-eyed stare.  Gleefully and with her own arbor raised, Shelly watched
as the old man's eyes rolled back in his head, evidence that his watery
semen was being injected into the oriental woman's talented mouth. Ming Le
rocked back on her heels letting the rapidly softening cock slip from her
mouth.  After a moment or two of listlessness, the man stood while zipping
up and handed over a generous tip.  "Well, I must be on my way," he
announced.  "Enjoy yourself, dear, but I must get back to the office." With
the nefarious event over, Shelly buttoned her blouse and made her way to
the door.  Almost immediately the ben wah balls nearly slipped out her
cunt. She stopped, squeezed her cunt muscles and the balls returned to the
proper place inside her cockway.  Rita knew exactly what had happened and
whispered, "You have to pay attention, dear, or gravity will cause you
embarrassment." "Gawd, how am I supposed..." "You'll learn, dear.  In a few
days, holding them inside will become second nature.  Remember, they will
tone up your cunt to give a gentleman a nice tight fuck like nothing else
in the world.  Now run along, dear." Shelly took a few more steps towards
the door and felt the balls moving around inside her.  Gathering her wits,
she concentrated on keeping the balls inside while wobbling around on the
heels.  "Oh, gawd," she groaned in apprehension.  Just outside, Mr.  Adams
was waiting for Shelly.  "My dear child, I absolutely must get to know you
better.  I'm Dale Adams...  and you are?" "Shelly.  Shelly Blalock." "I
assure you it is a pleasure to meet you, Shelly.  I hope you don't mind me
saying, but you are gorgeous.  Simply gorgeous!  I never expected a vision
of beauty such as yourself as a bonus today," he chuckled.  "Now, may I be
so bold as to have your phone number?" "We, uh, I mean, I don't have a
phone...  just yet." "No phone?  Please, I'll pay you very well for a few
hours of your company.  Please, just a few hours." "I really don't have a
phone," she replied apologetically. "Then call me...  At the office, of
course." He pulled out his business card and handed it to Shelly. Shelly
knew exactly what he wanted, what every man she'd met since marrying Luke
wanted.  She found it refreshing that he would be so polite to her, not at
all like the ruffians who had brazenly fucked her in front of her husband
earlier in the morning.  She looked at the card of Dale J.  Adams,
President, First National Bank and then the card of Edmond R.  Johnson,
Esq., Attorney-at-Law.  In a moment of clarity, Shelly realized that there
was a difference in men after all, not so much in what they wanted, but
vast differences in their approach to getting it.  She was about to agree
to a meeting and implied tryst when she thought of Luke.  'Would Luke
mind?' she asked herself.  'No, I don't think so.  Not if there's money
involved.' She looked up at the graying man, much older than her father,
smiled and answered, "I'll be glad to call you, Mister..." "Dale.  Just
call me Dale, my dear." "Mr.  Dale." "No, just Dale." For Shelly, it was
strange to address an older gentleman in such a familiar way.  "Okay... 
Dale." "Excellent!  Excellent!" Clutching the two cards tightly, Shelly
made her way back to the county courthouse.  With each step made, the ben
wah balls rolled about inside her pussy.  With each step she had to
concentrate on, first, staying upright and then second, keeping the balls
inside her.  With each step her bouncing mammaries threatened to break
loose.  Complicating matters, with each step the massaging motion of the
brass balls inside her cunt increased her ardor.  Halfway to the courthouse
she had to stop for a moment to let the vaginal sensations subside, lest
she cum on the spot.  Steadying herself on a signpost, she heard the wolf
whistles and honking horns of passing cars.  A car pulled up and the window
rolled down.  "How much, Honey?" came the indiscrete inquiry of a
middle-aged man. Not knowing how she should respond to such a proposition,
Shelly hurried off towards her destination.  She only got half a block
before she had to stop again for a moment.  Within seconds, another man was
hitting her up.  "No, I can't," she cried as she hurried off.  If she had
had fifteen minutes to spare, she may have not had as much willpower, but
knowing the judge would be waiting for her, waiting to use her, she moved
on towards her destination.  She needed to be fucked in the worst way.
Climbing the steps was pure agony, a sweet agony to be sure, but agony
nonetheless.  A well dressed man holding the door open for her saw the
unmistakable look of a hot bitch-in-heat written across her face.  Shelly
was so near orgasm that she barely heard him mutter, "Damned hot!" Rushing
to her destination, she ran into the women's room and slipped into a stall.
Immediately her fingers were between her legs.  She cried out "Ahhh, ahhh,
ahhhhhh!" as the sweet climax swept over her.  Nothing mattered for the
next minute or so but the release she was having.  Then she heard a soft
voice on the other side of the stall door, "Are you okay?  Can I help you?"
"No, no, no," she replied breathlessly.  "I'm okay now." "Are you sure?"
"Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you." To Shelly's relief the unseen woman then
washed her hands and left.  Collecting herself, Shelly straightened her
clothes and exited the stall.  Washing up, she looked at the beauty in the
mirror looking back, hardly believing that the reflected beauty was indeed
herself.  The bailiff whistled when he saw her and directed her right into
the Judge's chambers, where she found the Judge and another man sitting and
chatting.  The other man, well dressed and very handsome, looked very
familiar, but in her aroused state she couldn't place him. "Ah, you're
back!" proclaimed the Judge.  "My, my, you certainly do look lovely!  Come
here, child and let me introduce you.  Shelly, this is Speedy Hammonds...
Governor Speedy Hammonds." "Oh, my gosh!  You're the Governor!" gushed
Shelly. "Governor, this is my Special Assistant, Shelly Blalock." The
Governor's eyes shamelessly roamed up and down the shapely fuck-meat
standing before him.  "My, my, my Horace.  You certainly do have excellent
taste!" remarked the Governor.  "Do you type, my dear?" "Uh, no," she
replied to the men who were now laughing enjoying the joke. The Judge then
commented about a case he was hear in a few minutes and directed Shelly to
the box of files on the floor.  Shelly then rummaged around for the
non-existent file, bent over the file box.  In doing so, her skirt rode up
exposing her bare ass cheeks.  The Governor nearly fell over backward in
his club chair. Shelly straightened up and turned to the Judge.  "I can't
find it." "Look again." Once again she bent over the box and fruitlessly
searched.  In a hushed voice she heard someone say, "Son of a bitch!"
Standing upright again she lamented, "It not here, Judge." "Never mind. 
It's not that important." "But you need it." "Then look again.  It's
there." Thinking the Judge really did need the file, and fearful that she
might loose her new job, Shelly searched and searched, feeling that she had
stupidly overlooked it somehow. "I can't find it," she said dejectedly
having failed to perform the simple task asked of her.  The Judge then told
Shelly, "Well, I guess I'll have to wing it.  Now, be good girl and go to
the bar and fix Speedy and me each a scotch-on-the-rocks.  Use the 15 year
old Glenlevet." Shelly looked over to where the Judge was pointing and then
back.  She had never fixed a mix drink before as her father was a
teetotaler and Luke just drank beer.  "Uh, how do you fix a
scotch-on-the-rocks?" To Shelly's discomfort, the men roared in laughter.
Thinking once again she was about to be fired, tears welled up in her eyes.
Then it happened.  Distracted as she was about the inability to do even the
simplest of tasks asked of her, she forgot to maintain the steady vaginal
contractions needed to keep the ben wah balls in place.  With a
reverberating clang, the two balls dropped from between her legs and hit
the hardwood floor, each taking their own random path as they bounced and
rolled away.  Shelly was mortified and turned a bright shade of red. 
Through the flood of tears she couldn't see the amused astonishment of her
boss and his honored guest.  Could things get any worse?  Seeing her
distress, the Governor jumped up.  "Now, now, don't be upset." Gallantly
the Governor wiped the tears from her cheeks with his handkerchief.  "Now,
now, now.  There's no need to cry.  It'll ruin your makeup.  Here let me
show you." With his hand resting on her ass, the Governor patiently
explained how to put ice in two glasses and how to pour the scotch whiskey
into the glasses. "That's all there is to it?" she asked bewildered at the
simplicity of the task. The Governor's hand slid up and under her skirt to
cop a feel of her bare ass.  "Yes.  You're now a qualified bartender." "Oh,
my parents wouldn't approve of that," she said without thinking, causing
the Governor to laugh once again. "Well, your parents don't need to know,"
he smoothly replied while cupping her in his hand.  "Now do they?" The ben
wah balls all but forgotten, he then escorted her back to the two
overstuffed chairs.  After she handed the Judge his drink, Speedy Hammonds
pulled the stacked blonde into his lap. Taking a sip of his scotch, the
Judge explained that the Governor was in town for a political rally.  "I
have asked Speedy if he would be my guest at my estate tonight, but he
hasn't made up his mind.  I assured him that he would enjoy it." He then
reached across and unbuttoned the one button that kept her blouse in place.
"Damn," uttered the Governor as his eyes dilated. "Now, Shelly, I expect
you to keep our guest entertained until he goes back to Capital City.  Can
you do that for me, my dear?  I really need to be in court." Turning to the
Governor, he asked, "Should I call my car for you?  My estate is only
fifteen minutes from here." "Yes, I do think I will stay overnight," the
Governor replied as his free hand took measure of the quality of Shelly's
tits. "Well, perhaps I will see you tomorrow, Speedy, before you return to
the capital." "Yes, yes indeed, Horace," he replied while stroking her
breasts, "and thank you for the generous hospitality." "My pleasure, Sir.
Now if you will excuse me." The Judge gulped down the remainder of his
drink and headed to his courtroom.  As soon as the door closed, Hammonds
lay Shelly back in his lap and immediately put a nipple in his mouth. The
Governor had barely begun feasting her Grade-A tit flesh when his aide came
into the room.  The aide coughed to let his boss know of his presence. 
"What is it, Johnson?" said the Governor with irritation evident in his
voice. "Uh, sorry sir, but the Judge's man is here to take you to his
estate." "Very well." Turning to Shelly he said, "I guess I'll just have to
wait, but I'm sure we'll both be more comfortable where there's some
privacy." He then helped Shelly off his lap.  While the young handsome aide
gawked, Shelly wrestled her blouse closed and fastened the sole button. 
Patting her skirt down, she was ready to go. "I think you lost something,"
said the Governor.  "There's one," he said pointing to a brass ball on the
floor.  I think another one rolled over there." Reminded of the recent
embarrassing fiasco, Shelly blushed.  Walking over to the first ball she
knelt and retrieved it preserving what little modesty she had left.  The
second ball, however, had rolled under an antique credenza forcing her to
get down on her hands and knees to retrieve.  Bending over, her skirt hiked
up exposing her derriere to the lustful stars of the Governor and his aide.
The aide silently mouthed, "Holy fuck," to his boss, who silently replied
with an obscene hand gesture that was universally understood.  The aide
then hopefully pointed back and forth between himself and his boss.  To his
disappointment, he received a negative shaking of the head.  As Shelly
stood blushing with her errant ben wah ball, the Governor casually remarked
to his aide, "Next time, Johnson," giving the man renewed hope for the
future. Shelly now had a new dilemma, what to do with the two brass balls.
She couldn't just shove them back in place with the two men watching, and
she couldn't just hold them in her hands.  The Governor rescued her from
her plight.  "Just leave them here, my dear.  They'll only be in my way."
That sounded reasonable to Shelly, so she placed them in an ornate dish
that adorned the Judge's credenza.  The Governor then held out his hand and
led her from the Judge's chambers. Following the Judge's driver, they had
made it to the grand foyer of the courthouse before Shelly remembered
something important.  Luke...  she was supposed to pick up Luke after work!
She'd promised and she knew he wouldn't accept any excuses if he had to
walk home from work today.  "Oh, my god!" she exclaimed. "What is it,
Shelly?" asked the Governor. "Luke!  I need to pick Luke up after work."
"Who's Luke?" "My husband.  I have the truck and I promised him..."
"Married?  You're married?" "Yes, I..." "Excellent," he replied as married
women were always more discreet than single women.  "Not to worry.  But I
assume he's not expecting you home this evening.  Is he?" "Well, yes,
but... that's okay.  I just need to get the truck to him.  He'll
understand." "I see.  Well..." About that time the Sheriff walked into the
building. "Oh, Sheriff!  Sheriff Reed!" called out the Governor.  Reed was
pleased that such an important man had remembered his name and immediately
acknowledged the hailing. "Would you be so kind as to see that this
charming lady's truck is taken to her husband's place of business?" "No
problem, Governor," replied the Sheriff.  Turning to his whore he said,
"Where is it Shelly and where do I have it taken?" "It's just over there,"
she replied pointing in a general direction.  "You know what it looks like
don't you?" "Yes.  Yes, I do.  I'll find it.  Now, where do I take it?" "To
the rail yard.  Track maintenance area.  There's a large gravel parking
lot. Just leave it there." "You have the key?" "Uh, it's unlocked...  It
doesn't lock.  You really don't need a key." "Aren't you afraid someone
will steal it?" Shelly laughed, "No one but Luke wants that old truck, and
that includes me."

   *****

   David nervously looked at the DVD that The Prophet had left for his
viewing.  He had been staring at the disk for hours now and had
successfully fought the compulsion to view the content.  "How could this
have happened?" he asked himself over and over.  "My god, what have I
done?" As usual, there were no customers in sight, not even a stray little
old lady.  His stomach turned thinking about what had been done and what
would be done to his children.  For the third time since Pastor Brown's
unexpected visit, David ran into the back to the bathroom to vomit and
heave. Returning to his counter, he rationalized, "It couldn't be too bad.
The children all looked so happy on The Prophet's other videos.  A
reoccurring vision returned of Billy, on his knees and lapping at the adult
cock before being sodomized, and he thought of the money shot of the
bloodied cock emerging from Kendal's freshly deflowered young snatch.  As
the visions formed and reformed, he grew increasingly nauseous.  Once again
he ran to the back to dry heave until he was too weak to stand. "How bad is
it?" he asked himself examining the sordid DVD featuring his own children.
Finally he convinced himself that he had to know.  As a father, he had to
know. He popped the DVD into his computer and the screen came alive with
Part 1.  The kids were playing with toys in a rumpus room, the walls
festooned with clowns and circus animals.  Billy and little Trisha were
engaged with whatever they were doing, while Kendall sat looking bored.
"Let's do something fun," Kendall said as she stood up.  "What do you want
to do?" asked Billy looking up. "Let's play doctor!" she declared.  "You
can be the doctor, Billy and I'll be the nurse.  Trisha will be the
patient. Come on, Trisha, let's play!" Trisha abandoned what she was doing
and jumped up declaring, "I want to be the doctor!  Billy can be the
patient." There ensued a brief squabble, but the matter of roles was
quickly settled.  Kendall would be the doctor and Trisha the nurse, leaving
Billy to be the patient to be examined. Kendall then went to a toy box and
retrieved a toy stethoscope and white lab jacket.  Trisha held the doctor's
bag and put on a nurse's hat, while Billy pulled together two ottomans to
serve as the examination table.  Ready for the game, Kendall called in her
next patient.  As Trisha handed her the requested items from the doctor's
bag, Kendall looked into Billy's eyes and ears and throat.  She then told
him to take off his shirt, and with her toy stethoscope she listened to his
chest and told him to breathe deeply.  "Hmmmm," she said.  "I need to do
more tests.  You need to take off your pants." Billy shucked his shorts and
stood in only his underwear.  Kendall placed the stethoscope at his crotch
and listened.  "Just as I thought," she announced pompously.  "We must
operate right away!" Then she pulled her brother's underwear down until he
was able to step out of them. "Nurse!  Prepare the patient!" David quickly
became absorbed with the common child's game and the vulgar obscenities
unfolding before him.  It was a complete surprise to hear the gruff voice
of a deputy sheriff asking if he could help him.  Panicked by being nearly
caught, David hastily closed the video and stammered, "Ca, ca, can I help
you?" Deacon Jones was already annoyed at being required to ferry the
Sherriff's whore's truck to her whoremonger of a husband and he scowled at
the little man.  'He's up to something,' thought the suspicious deputy. 
David's blood turned cold when he was asked, "What were you looking at?"
"Uh, nothing." "You were looking at something." "It, it was personal,"
stammered David very self-conscious that his now softening hard-on had left
a wet spot on the front of his trousers. "Pictures?" "Uh, uh..." "Pictures
of your wife?" "Uh, yeah!  My wife." "Naked?" "Uh, no, just pictures." "If
you say so.  No sin in a man seeing his wife naked, but it was a sin to
photograph her like that." "She isn't naked." "Should I take your word for
it?" "Yes!  It's personal." David felt the penetrating stare of the deputy
as if the man could see into his soul, if he still had a soul.  "Like I
said," began Deputy Jones, "I need some help.  I'm looking for a treatise
on adultery." "Adultery?" "Yes, adultery and fornication.  I need guidance
from the Lord on how to deal with a certain situation." David thought about
the request and suggested an analytical thesis on certain passages from the
Old Testament that dealt with such matters.  Satisfied that he found the
guidance he needed, Jones bought the book and left the store.  David felt
relief when the deputy finally left his store.  It had been a close call
and the man was scary.  The fact that he'd unloaded a book he had in
inventory for five long years was a happy occasion too.

   *****

   Big Mike wasn't the only boss who didn't want to hear complaints and
whining from his employees today, but Jake was getting an earful from
Horsefly about how he'd been promised white pussy and that it was unfair
that Jake hadn't lived up to his promises and that there were racist
reasons behind his default.  "Get yer black ass out of my office," growled
Jake irritably.  Once again, Jake had been left high and dry, unable to
meet his promise because of the Blalocks.  He owed it to Horsefly to bring
the big titted blonde and let Horsefly fuck her brains out for procuring
the date-rape drug that he needed for his conquest of Julia.  An extra
benefit would be the profits from the video of the interracial coupling,
now that too was lost. "Damn it," he grumbled.  "I told Luke what I needed
and he agreed." Even so, Shelly wasn't made available after lunch and that
made him cross, very cross.  It was a matter of honor and pride that he
kept his promises.  If there was one thing Jake hated above all else was to
be made to look like some worm who didn't keep his promises.  Everyone knew
his promises were his bond and it insured him that favors were granted
without question.  That was now all in jeopardy, at least with his two
black workers, and that was unacceptable. Mulling over the situation he
came to two conclusions.  First, Luke and Shelly would pay...  pay with her
cunt of course.  Second, come hell or high water, he would satisfy Horsefly
and redeem himself in the eyes of his dim witted underling.  The more he
thought about it, the more he liked the unfolding lurid scenarios playing
in his head.



   Chapter 25 - A NEW ORDER

   Horsefly's fondest wish is granted when Jake delivers on his promise of
white pussy, and David is on the recieving end of the blunt realty of the
new order of things.

   Shelly was giggling almost uncontrollably as the bubbly champagne had
gone straight to her head.  Speedy Hammonds, state governor and a notorious
womanizer, was in his element, cracking stupid jokes and enjoying the
company of the vivacious and voluptuous girl he was with.  They had already
fucked once, almost as soon as they had gotten into the hot tub.  Now it
was time to recharge his nuts for another go at the delightful creature who
promised to satisfy him in every way. Chester, Judge Mecom's butler/driver
was happily pouring the curvaceous girl yet another glass of champagne,
enjoying the bounce of her wet naked big tits as she giggled.  The old
negro was well past his prime, but he was far from dead as evidenced by the
stiff snake trapped inside his uniform trousers.  "Lordy, me, Gov'ner.  But
ya sure gots a hots one heres." "She's hot alright," laughed Speedy. 
"Aren't you, baby?" With the Governor's playful tweak of her pierced
nipple, Shelly giggled and bounced about in the water, enjoying the
admiring stares of the two men. "Lordy, me..." came the longing sigh as
Chester adjusted his crotch.  "Lordy, me..."

   *****

   On the way back to the maintenance shop, Big Mike took a detour to drop
Millie off at her house.  "Thanks, guys," she said as she got out of the
truck, "I had fun today." She blew a kiss and headed up the walkway.
"Fucking slut whore!" mumbled Lenny from the back seat. "What is your
problem?" asked Big Mike wearily. "Nothing!  Fuckin' nothing!" "She's a
sweetie, Lenny.  You should appreciate her more." "Yeah, we all appreciate
her," chimed in Rodger jovially. "That's what I mean!" protested the
cuckold.  "From now on she's gonna be fuckin' every dick in town, thanks to
you guys!" "Hell, I bet she now tears you up at night," added Mike.  "Am I
right?...  I thought so.  So quit the beefing, will ya?  Besides it was
your idea to breed her!" "It was not!  That was your idea!" "Well...  maybe
it was...  but you sure as hell went along with it.  Anyway, it's too late
now, buddy," remarked Mike.  "Hell, it's not like this isn't between
friends." "Friends, my ass!" snapped Lenny. "Ya want on another crew?"
fired back the crew boss. "Yeah!  Maybe I do!" "Fine with me, Lenny. 
You've been nothing but a pain in the ass from day-one." "You've always had
it in for me, Mike!" "Shut up, Lenny," groaned the exasperated gang boss.
"Just...  shut...  the...  fuck...  up!" The remaining short ride back to
the railroad maintenance shop was contentious, with Lenny and Big Mike
yelling back and forth at each other.  Rodger and Luke sat in silence, not
wanting to add fuel to the fire nor wanting Big Mike's ire turned on them.
They were late pulling into the gravel parking lot, and most of the crews
had already gone home.  Luke was pleased to see his old truck waiting for
him.  Glad to escape the hostile atmosphere of the work truck, he and
Rodger rushed to the office to clock out.  After exchanging a silent
farewell, Luke walked towards his pickup truck, but he could not see anyone
inside.  He paused and watched for a moment.  "Fuckin' whore," he muttered
thinking Shelly was down on the seat getting screwed by who knows who. 
After a minute of watching and not seeing anything, he once again
approached until he could see inside and saw that Shelly wasn't there after
all. Luke looked around the parking lot, trying to figure out where his
wife was.  There were several other vehicles still in the lot.  Luke
checked out each one, expecting to find her any moment being humped in at
least one of them.  But she wasn't anywhere to be found.  Then he thought
of the "Iron Spike", a favorite after-work hang out for rail workers
looking for a beer and maybe a backroom blowjob from a hooker.  "They took
her there," he reasoned.  "She's dancing on the tables...  Hell, she might
be getting' fucked on a table," he muttered. Absent mindedly, Luke stuck
his hands in his pockets.  Immediately he felt the small roll of cash from
Shelly's morning performance with Jess Baker's gang.  He wasn't accustomed
to having extra cash in his pocket and had always begged off having an
after-work beer with the guys at the Iron Spike.  'What the hell,' he
thought.  'Maybe she's there and maybe not.  Either way, she's not here. 
She's off fuckin' somebody, somewhere, so why should I rush home?  Yeah,
let's have a beer.'

   *****

   Jake wolfed down his supper with hardly saying a word to Toni. "What's
your rush?" she asked irritably. "Got things to do." "Like what?" "Like
screwing Julia." "You're serious!  You really are screwing that bitch!"
"What's it to ya?" "Nothing, nothing at all.  I'm just surprised."
"Surprised at what?  I told ya this morning I was doin' her." "I know...  I
just...  I didn't believe you." "Believe it.  When I'm finished with her,
she'll be a cock whore just like you, Baby." "That'll take some doing,"
Toni replied. "Don't be so sure.  She's sure surprised the hell out of me.
Woman loves a stiff dick." "Well, you certainly do have a way with women,"
Toni replied wryly. Jake grinned at his wife.  "How 'bout it, Baby?  Ya
wanna join me for some fun, maybe get a little pussy time yerself?" "No
thanks!  The way that woman has treated us through the years...  really!"
"Suit yerself," he replied as he pushed away from the table and stood. "And
just what am I supposed to do tonight, while you're rutting that bitch?"
"Why don't ya call Henderson?  I'm sure he'll scratch that itch for ya."
"Perhaps.  Of course Luke is always handy." "Fuck him!" snapped Jake.  "I
don't want ya screwing Luke!  Ya hear?" "What on earth has Luke done?"
"Never mind, woman.  Just keep his pecker away from ya."

   *****

   David sat at his kitchen table, munching on some leftover chicken. 
Wracked with guilt, he thought of his children and what they may be doing
this very minute.  He thought of his wife too, upstairs, naked and bound...
he could just go upstairs and fuck her and there wasn't a thing she could
do about it.  Trouble was he wasn't all that interested as his pecker was
sore from flogging it so many times that afternoon.  He couldn't get it up
again if he had to, and he'd tried. "What's wrong with me?" he moaned in
disgust.  "How could I do that?" he asked the kitchen walls thinking of
what he'd done that afternoon and what had stimulated him.  "I'm a bad
person, a bad, bad person.  This has all been a huge mistake.  What am I to
do?" His self-loathing was interrupted when Jake strode into the house like
he owned it.  "Time to fuck yer wife," the big man declared.  "Wanna
watch?" David shook his head. "Suit yerself, fuckwad.  But don't go
anywhere, I may need ya later." David's head sunk to table.  He closed his
eyes, hoping to shut out the nightmare of his own makings.  Try as he
might, he couldn't block the sounds of Jake's heavy feet climbing the
stairs to his bedroom where his wife lay naked and helplessly bound.
Walking through the frame of the smashed bedroom door, Jake was pleased to
find Julia Jenkins just as he'd left her earlier that afternoon, lying on
the bed, her wrists bound behind her back to her ankles.  He studied her
helpless naked form for a minute before he spoke.  "Hi ya, Doll," Jake
greeted "Ready for some cock meat?" Julia woke from a light sleep at the
deep sound of the male voice.  "Hi, Jake," she said in a low voice.  "I've
been waiting for you all day." "Ya have?  What have ya been waiting for?"
he asked as he sat down the gym bag he brought with him. "You know," she
whispered. "No, I don't.  Why don't ya tell me?" "To make love to me.  To
untie me and make love to me." "I might untie, ya, but I won't be making
love to ya, bitch.  I'll be fuckin' ya like a whore...  my whore." "Yes,
I'm your whore, Jake," she replied to his surprise.  "Fuck me as much as
you want." "I will, Julia.  I will." "I need you, Jake.  I need you so bad.
But please, untie me.  My muscles are so cramped.  I promise, I won't run
away or anything." "If ya do run, I tie ya up for a month!  Ya hear me,
slut?" "Yes.  Please.  I promise.  I won't run away." "Ya do as I say. 
Understand?" "Yes, Jake.  I understand.  I'll do whatever you say." "We'll
just see about that." Jake set about untying his captive. Free of her
bonds, Julia rubbed her wrists and stretched her legs.  "Thank you.  Thank
you, Jake." "Yer welcome." "Jake, I..." "Enough talking!  It's time that we
fucked.  Now get yer ass over here and undress me." Jake was again
surprised to see how quickly she moved to fulfill his demand, and was even
more amazed at the initiative she demonstrated. Julia started with his
shirt, unbuttoning it and nuzzling into his chest as she went, his manly
odor having an intoxicating effect on her.  "You smell so good, Baby," she
whispered as she fully opened his shirt and caressed his hairy chest. 
"You're so big and so strong," she murmured as she felt the hardness of his
muscular chest.  After pulling the shirt over his wide shoulders, she let
it fall carelessly to the floor.  Jake groaned with approval as she suckled
a meaty man-nipple. "Ya seem to be learning," he whispered to the
surprising neighbor woman as she licked and kissed his chest while her
hands began working on his belt.  Next she feverishly clawed at stubborn
button and obstinate zipper to get at the prize inside.  Roughly she yanked
his jeans down off his hips and began tearing at his boxer shorts. "Whoa!
Whoa, little filly!" he laughed.  "I said undress me, not rip my damned
clothes off!" "I'm sorry.  I'm sorry," she pleaded fearing that she had
displeased him. Jake sat on the side of the bed with his pants down and his
cock out.  "Ya gotta get my shoes off," he said holding up a foot.  Julia
wasted no time in removing the heavy steel-toed work boots and his socks.
She then worked his jeans and shorts down his legs and off. "Yer an eager
one for cock today, ain't ya?" "It's all I thought about all day," she
replied looking up at him seeking approval. "Is that so?" "Yes," she
answered with an unaccustomed smile. Jake really didn't know what to think
about the radical change in Julia that had so suddenly manifested itself.
He suspected a ploy of some sort. "Yer husband's downstairs.  Ya want him
to watch us screw?" "I don't want to see him.  I hate him.  He's pathetic
and always will be.  I can't believe I've wasted my whole life with him,
thinking that he was just like every other man and every other man was just
like him.  He's not.  You're not.  He's nothing like you, Jake.  You make
me..." "I make ya cum when I fuck ya." "Yes.  Yes, you do.  I never knew it
could be so good.  For the first time in my life, I feel like a woman. 
Jake, you make me feel like a woman." "Yer a woman alright, and a whore
too. Now tell me, who does your cunt belong to?" "It belongs to you, Jake,"
she whispered. "That's right.  Yer cunt belongs to me.  Shit!  I guess ya
have learned something today after all." "I've learned a lot.  I really
have.  I learned that I have needs, burning needs, needs that I have kept
buried all my life until you uncovered them." "Well, I'll be damned.  I
think you're sincere." "I am, Jake.  I am.  Fuck me.  Use me.  Do what ever
you want with me." "I will, Honey," he laughed.  "I will." "Do you want me
to...  to suck you?" Jake looked down at the pretty woman kneeling before
him.  It couldn't possibly be the same uptight cunt he'd known all these
years.  He wished Toni were here to see and hear all this...  No way would
she ever believe him.  He lifted his foot and offered it to her.  "Yeah, ya
can suck my toe fer starters." With only a brief hesitation, she kissed and
then surrounded his salty big toe with her lips and then her mouth.  "Yeah,
that's it, Baby.  Suck it like it was my dick." Jake felt her tongue
playing lewdly across the fleshy pad of his toe.  "Yeah, that's it.  Fuck,
ya do that as good as Toni! "Christ, ya know, yer giving me a hard-on!" Her
eyes cut upwards and she was pleased to see not only the expression of
approval on his rugged bearded face, but also pleased to see the genuine
approval demonstrated by his growing erection. "That's good, baby.  Real
good." As his dick lengthened and grew thicker by the moment she marveled
and grew needier by the moment. "Now suck my dick like that," came the
husky command. Releasing his toe from between her lips, she sat upright,
keeping her eyes locked on his as her hands trailed up his hairy calves and
hairy thighs to the object of her ardor.  Whorishly, she stuck her tongue
out and licked up the long thick stalk along his bulging tube, until she
reached the purplish helmet-shaped crown.  With gleeful eyes, Jake intently
watched as she laved over his now throbbing dick.  Julia paused and smiled
up at him when he muttered, "Yeah, I always knew ya was a whore," and then
went back to her task with renewed vigor.

   *****

   Luke was both relieved and disappointed when he didn't find Shelly at
the Iron Spike.  Ordering a beer, he felt the eyes upon him and knew the
hushed talk at the tables had to do with his wife and himself.  Pulling out
the cash in his pocket, he regarded the crumpled bills for a moment before
paying the barkeep.  It was easy money and hard cash. Luke snorted, drank
up and was then on his way home.  He really needed to have a talk with
Shelly and hoped that he'd find her home with his supper ready for him.  To
his chagrin, he found the house empty and the kitchen clean. "Fuck," he
cursed.  He wanted his supper and there was none.  "God damn it!" he fumed.
He dug out the cash from his pocket and decided that for just once, he'd go
to the Burger Barn and treat himself to dinner out.

   *****

   Jake felt the tell tale signs of an orgasm building.  His dick was
tingling and his balls began to rise as his testicular cords began
contracting, drawing up his bull balls.  He considered pushing her off and
letting the sensations subside, but then thought better of it. "I gonna
cum, bitch," he warned.  "Keep suckin'.  Keep suckin' 'til I blow my wad."
Just as his prostate contracted, sending a jet of semen through his prick,
he pulled out of Julia's mouth and shot the first gout in her face.  Then
just as the second gout spouted forth, he put his cockhead to her lips
sending the forceful discharge into her mouth.  For third contraction, he
pulled away again slightly to sperm her again in the face.  His final
contractions were weaker and smearing his pulsing cockhead along her lips
simply added to the globs coating her face and dripping onto her B-cup
tits. Catching his breath he praised, "With a little practice, yer gonna be
a great cocksucker." "I didn't do it good?" "Yeah, ya did fine.  Just fine,
but you'll get better." The praise wasn't all that she'd hoped for, but she
accepted it, as she really wasn't sure what felt good to a man when it came
to fellatio. "I'll do better next time," she said seeking approval. "I'm
sure ya will, slut." Jake glanced up and saw Horsefly standing in the
doorway.  Then from the corner of his eye he saw Julia start to wipe way
the mess on her face. "Leave it, slut!" he growled.  "I want ya dripping
with sperm until I'm finished with ya for the night." "Okay," she meekly
agreed, afraid that the harshness in his voice really meant he was
dissatisfied with her blowjob. Assured that she wouldn't try to clean
herself up, Jake looked back up at Horsefly.  "Is pencil-dick still down
there?" he asked his helper. Julia turned to see who he was talking to, but
Jake grabbed her by the hair and prevented her from looking behind her. 
Horsefly nodded in the affirmative.  "Then haul his sorry ass up here.  I
have something to show him." Horsefly turned and headed downstairs, finding
David right were he was a moment before, but now biting the hand he had
over his mouth.  "Massa Jake says yo's to come wid me." "No.  I, I can't,"
the cuckold whimpered. Horsefly, dimwitted as he was, knew that his boss
had little patience with excuses.  The big Negro grabbed the small man by
the collar, hoisted him upright and bodily dragged him upstairs while David
pathetically pleaded, "Don't hurt me!  Please!!!!  Please don't hurt me!"
"Is dis whats yo wants, boss?" announced Horsefly at the door. "Bring his
sorry ass in here," replied Jake. "Don't hurt meeeeeee!" wailed David as he
was forcibly dragged into his bedroom. "Fer, Christ's sake!  Quit yer
whinning, will ya!" complained Jake.  "Ain't nobody gonna hurt ya, ya sorry
sack of shit!" Hearing the commotion and no longer constrained by a fist
full of her hair, Julia turned.  Seeing the large Blackman she screamed,
"Oh, my god!" and did her best to cover her nakedness with her hands. "Put
yer hands down!" commanded Jake seeing her reaction.  Slapping at her hands
he repeated, "Put yer hands down!" Julia reluctantly complied with Jake's
order even though she was very embarrassed. "Now stand up!" Trying her best
to blend into the floor, Julia remained kneeing.  "I said, stand up!" Jake
grabbed her arm and pulled her up.  "Put yer hands down, woman!  I ain't
gonna tell ya again, put 'em down, or I'm gonna tie yer ass up again!...
"That's better." "Now Julia, this here's Horsefly.  He's my right hand
man." "Ah, is?" beamed the black with a broad smile.  He had always thought
of himself as Jake's number-two boy.  Being blacker than black, he was
always on the bottom of the pecking order.  Even in black society he was
disparagingly cast as a field nigger. "From what yer husband has told me,
Julia," continued Jake, "ya never let him see ya naked." Jake looked over
at David, "Well, she's naked now, so enjoy it, little buddy." Turning his
attention back to the furiously blushing woman, he continued, "Show yer
husband what ya got, Honeypot." "Jake, please..." "Ya wannna get tied up
again?" "No...  I just..." Cutting her off he angrily spat, "If ya back
talk me again, or if ya refuse another simple request, I'm gonna tie yer
ass up again and leave ya tied up fer a month!  Ya understand me, bitch!"
"Yes, I'm sorry Jake, I did mean to..." "Hush up!  Ya don't have flap yer
trap, just just gotta do what yer told." "Okay, okay..." "Hush, will ya? 
Jesus... "Now turn 'round slowly so yer husband can get a good look at ya."
With a shiver of helplessness, Julia turned to display her nude body to
both her husband and Horsefly.  Jake stopped her when her back was to the
two men.  Jake reached out and grabbed an ass cheek and shook it.  "Nice
ass, huh guys?" With a slap to the cheek, he sent her to again slowly spin
around.  Facing the men, Jake stopped her again, this time to fondle a
breast.  "Not too big, but very nice, don'cha think?  Pretty nipples too,
light brown and puffy...  look how they poke out.  Just begs for a sucking,
huh? "Okay, now turn 'round again, sweetheart and show yer stuff." Again,
Julia rotated around, blushing furiously at the humiliation of being
displayed like this. "Ya got a pretty wife, little buddy.  Mighty pretty.
Nice and hippy too, good breeding stock. "I'm happy to say," continued
Jake, "that I've done what ya wanted me to do, Davy boy.  Yer wife's now a
whore.  My whore.  'Course ya can use her whenever ya want, seeing that yer
her husband and all.  But she's gonna carry my baby, and that means ya have
to keep yer lil' pecker out of her puss until I say otherwise, that is
unless ya use a rubber.  Ya got that?  I'm gonna knock her up...  not you
or any other jackleg.  Once her belly's swelling, ya can do what ya want,
but until I say so, you'll do as I say.  Understand, fuckwad?" David nodded
that he did understand.  It wasn't how it was supposed to be, but at least
Jake didn't say he couldn't fuck her.  He just couldn't fuck his wife
without a rubber until after Jake had impregnated her. "Good, then we
understand each other.  I catch ya fucking her without a rubber and I'll
have yer balls sniped." Jake then turned to his helper.  "So, whadda think,
Hoss?  Ya like the little lady?  Think she'll do as an act of good faith?"
"Ah....  Ah...  Ah..." stammered Horsefly. "Well, ya wanna fuck her or
what?" "You can't be serious!" blurted Julia.  Throwing caution to the
wind, she desperately tried to plead her case.  "Oh, please, Jake!  Not
that!  Not with him!" "What did I tell ya, bitch?  Ya want me to tie ya
down?" "No, no, it's just..." "Look, whore.  I don't need to explain myself
to ya.  But just this once, I'll fill ya in on something.  I owe this
nigger.  I owe him and yer gonna pay him with yer cunt.  Got it?" "Oh,
gawd. Please, not with a...  a..." "Nigger?" "Oh, gawd!!!!" "Now shut yer
trap woman and get on the friggin' bed unless ya want to do him ya on the
floor...  Get on the bed!  Now, woman!" Reluctantly Julia sat on the edge
of the bed. Jake had to chuckle at his three companions.  He couldn't be
sure whose eyes were the widest.  Julia was understandably alarmed and
David was mortified, but big ole Horsefly was the most comical.  Set in his
broad coal-black face, his eyes were so bug-eyed that they looked like two
headlights coming out of a dark tunnel. David gathered the courage to speak
up.  "Jake, I don't think..." "That's right," Jake snapped, "ya don't
think. Ya just do as I say.  Do that and we'll stay friends and buddies."
"But..." "Listen up, nit wit.  Ya wanted yer wife to be a whore.  I made
her a whore, but I ain't proved that to ya yet.  Have I?" "Well, I..." "I'm
a man of my word," declared Jake with an unctuous smile.  "Just so you'll
know that I did what ya wanted, I'm gonna prove it to ya...  Fair enough?"
David was about to say something else, but Jake raised his hand and
silenced him. Jake looked down at Julia.  The poor scandalized woman was
trembling.  "There, there, Sweetheart," he cooed as he brushed a strand of
hair from her face.  "He ain't gonna hurt ya.  He's just gonna fuck ya. 
Hell, from here on, lots of my friends are gonna fuck ya.  But, I'll be
honest with ya.  That black bastard has a huge dong.  Biggest dick I've
ever seen on a human being.  With ya being so tight pussied and all,
well... it's gonna feel like he's shoving a baseball bat up yer twat. 
So... to make it easier on ya, until ya stretch out to take him, ya need to
get yerself all wet down there.  Ya know, make yerself real slippery. 
That'll help...  help a lot.  So I want ya to lay back, spread yer legs and
play with yerself." "I can't!  I can't do that," she cried. "Yes, ya can.
Ya gotta, or it's gonna hurt like hell." "Oh, gawd," she moaned clutching
onto Jake, praying for delivery from her immediate fate of intercourse with
a Negro.  Instead of deliverance, she felt him lying her back on the bed to
be fucked. "Now slut, spread yerself open!" She'd never know why, but she
did as Jake commanded. "Play with yer slutty cunt, ya whore!" Her hand went
to her crotch and she began diddling herself with her feet on the floor.
With both Julia and David firmly under control, Jake turned to the minor
task of getting Horsefly to move.  The big black was fixated on watching
the slim white woman masturbating.  He'd never seen anything like it
before. If there was one thing he knew, it was his place in life, and until
that moment, his place wasn't between the legs of some white woman.
"Anytime, Hoss," he heard the bossman say.  The closest he'd ever come to
screwing a white girl was when he'd shot off in the face of the big titted
blonde when Jake fucked her in front of him and his buddy, Tyronne.  Except
in a strip club, that was the first time he'd seen a white girl up close
and nude and it was the most exciting thing he'd ever seen.  Before that,
it was Tyronne's sister...  she was half white or more, but still she was a
colored.  This woman, she was lily white and she was fingering herself
while he watched. "Hoss, ya can't fuck her with yer god damned clothes on,"
said Jake with growing impatience. "Yas, suh!" came the short reply. 
Horsefly peeled off his grimy t-shirt and kicked off his tattered sneakers.
Hurriedly he undid his pants and pulled them off. "Oh, my god!" cried Julia
when the hard outsized organ came into view, sticking out nearly horizontal
due to the weight of the thing and looking more like a downed telephone
pole than a man's penis.  Shocked at the sight of the horrific thing that
would soon ravish her, Julia stopped diddling her twat. "Let me help ya
out," said Jake helpfully as he took over the task of fingering her pussy.
His object was two fold; get her hot to fuck and to stretch her cunt some
so that she could take the massive cock that would soon be shoved up inside
her.  Jake finger fucked her with one, then two and then three fingers. 
The room filled with her yelling and the lewd smacking noises signifying
that she was wet, very wet.  He finally went for four fingers, but couldn't
do it without hurting her.  Having her as ready as possible, he pulled his
fingers and hand away from her sopping cunt. "Ready, Hoss?" "Yas, suh,"
came the eager reply. "Wait a minute!" Jake dug into the gym bag he'd
brought and pulled out a foil packet.  Tossing it to Horsefly, he
instructed, "Use a rubber.  I don't ya sullying her womb and puttin' some
piccaninny or monkeyboy in her." "But ahm too big!" protested the black.
"It's an extra-extra large, ya goon.  Cost me five bucks at a novelty shop.
Now use it or put yer pants back on." Extra-extra large or not, the condom
was a tight and very snug fit on his expansive cock.  He took one step
towards the offered fuck-meat before Jake stopped him again.  "Here, squirt
this over yer dick," said Jake handing him a bottle of lube. "Yo white
folks suh do goes ta lots of trouble jus' to fuh," grumbled the darkie as
he squirted the lubricant all over his latex shrouded cock. Jake grabbed
one of Julia's legs and instructed her husband to do the same.  Together
they held her legs wide as Horsefly moved to position himself in the slot.
The big black grabbed both of Julia's wrists with one massive hand and held
them over her head.  With the other hand he traced his fat fingertips over
her perky tits, smearing Jake's cum over each stiff nipple.  The only sound
in the room was Julia's muffled whimpering as the big Negro toyed with her
tits. "Shove it in," growled Jake breaking the quiet of the room.  The next
sound was a shrill howl from Julia as she was rudely stuffed with the huge
black battering ram.  It wasn't a slow entrance at all, but a punishing
entrance as she was abruptly and fully impaled on the dark monstrous cock.

   *****

   Luke had just returned with his bag of greasy burgers and fries when he
heard the piercing shriek.  "What the fuck?" he asked looking out an open
window in an attempt to locate the source of the cry.  He didn't hear
anything else, so he shrugged it off and dug into his supper.

   *****



   At the same moment, across town in the rich section, another female was
crying out, but Shelly was crying out in carnal pleasure as the Governor
plowed in and out of her receptive cock socket. The Judge sitting in his
study, sipping a brandy, heard the salacious racket upstairs and smiled
broadly.  "She sure is a live one," he commented to Chester, his black
man-servant. "Yes, suh!  Dat girl loves fuckin' more than any female I'd
ever seen befo'!  Ah swear, she's gonna kill da Gov'nor 'fo the mornin'
comes!" "Let's hope not," chuckled the Judge, "but if she does, he'll die
with a smile on face that no mortician will ever remove!" "Youse gots dat
right, Judge!  Wouldn't mind goin' that way myself, between the legs of
that one!" "Maybe you'll get your chance, Chester.  Not tonight, but next
week...  Can't promise anything, but we'll see.  We'll see." "Youse a
gettin' mah hopes up fo' a fall, Judge!"

   *****

   Finishing his burgers, Luke sat about wondering what to do with himself
this evening.  The TV was broken and the radio needed another electrical
plug, and as for reading, he didn't do that unless he had to.  With Shelly
gone he simply didn't have a thing to do.  No one was at home at the
Stringer's either.  Jake was gone...  his delivery truck was there, but he
was nowhere to be found and he'd seen Toni leave earlier with Henderson and
some other guy.  "Damn, I hate this," he muttered to the empty house. 
Having nothing else to do, he cracked open a beer.

   *****

   Yet another female was howling in town.  Toni with two cocks shoved up
her was in her element.  Feeling Henderson's long cock up her ass pulsating
as he ejaculated, she climaxed for the third time since the three of them
started fucking twenty minutes before.

   *****

   Out in the country, Lynette was moaning around the cock of her brother
as Jonah plowed his pregnant daughter's pussy.  J.D.  Blalock gleefully
watched the threesome, waiting his turn at his son's former girlfriend.
While in still another country home, far from the prying eyes and ears of
noisy neighbors, Deacon Jones' wife writhed in agony as she hung from a
rafter by her wrists while the demented deputy and church elder alternately
assaulted her sexually and then sought to purge her of the sins of women
with a whip.

   *****

   For Julia, the ordeal was short-lived.  As painful as the initial
penetration was, she quickly stretched out to accommodate Horsefly's
enormous cock.  With her cunt stretched tight around his sex piston, the
incredible fiction was taking its toll.  The initial discomfort was all but
forgotten.  She too began to howl, only this time it was orgasmic as the
terrific fucking continued.  With each powerful trust, her cervix was
battered and moved upwards until it no longer stopped the big black cock
from penetrating deep into her womb. "Damn," muttered Jake as he saw
progressively more and more of the huge cock disappearing deeper and deeper
into the wailing woman.

   *****

   Once again Luke heard a cry, only this time it was more mournful.  Once
again he looked about, but couldn't discern where it was coming from. 
Never would he have guessed it's true origins.  Then he heard another
sound, the great bellowing of a bull male of some sorts.  Luke chuckled...
someone nearby was really getting a fucking tonight.  With a smile now on
his face, his thoughts drifted off recalling his own pleasures today
between the legs of Lenny's wife.

   *****

   The huge black cock slid from Julia's abused vagina like a slithering
python.  The sweating Blackman pushed himself upright and stood.  Still
holding her left leg up and outward, David looked down in disbelief at the
raw gapping hole that was his wife's cunt.  Then he noticed that she too
was covered with sweat. "Wha' should ah do wid dis, boss?" Horsefly asked
as he peeled off the used condom, slimy from her cunt sauce and heavily
laden with his spunk. "Give it to him," answered Jake.  "As a momento."
Without thinking, David took the used condom.  "Jesus," he groaned as it
registered upon his addled brain.  "Wha....  What am I supposed to do with
this?" "Save it," came the reply.  "I want ya to frame it and hang it on
yer wall.  But before ya do that, Hoss needs some help getting his dick
cleaned, and yer gonna clean him." "You can't be serious?" "Get to it,
weasel!" came the audacious command. "I'll go get a wash cloth." "Use yer
mouth!  Ya like sucking dicks, at least ya like sucking mine.  C'mon, show
yer wife what a dirty nasty boy ya are!" The burning glare of Jake's eyes
left little doubt that he had no choice but suck on the Negro's sent dick.
Horsefly looked on in disbelief as the small white man sank to his knees
and took his wet wilted cock into his mouth to suck and lick off the sex
residue. "Look at yer husband, Julia!  On his knees giving a nigger a
blowjob!  Look!  Can ya believe it?  He likes suckin' dicks.  I know that
from personal experience." As the humiliating prattle burned into his
brain, David wanted to run...  run as far away as he could.  How could he
ever face his wife after this degradation? Horsefly felt pity for the man.
He remembered the time when he dropped a piece of furniture and smashed it.
Jake's dad was right there and went ballistic.  He wanted him fired and
forced to pay for the damages out of his meager wages.  After his dad left,
Jake took him in the office and offered him a choice.  Be fired or he could
suck Jake's cock.  Suck his cock and Jake would take care of things for
him. Having no prospects for another job that paid as well as the one he
had, Horsefly reluctantly went down on his boss.  No one ever learned about
the disgrace, especially his coworkers, but Horsefly knew his place after
that.  And he knew from personal experience that the man sucking him, would
suck him again in the near future, suck him whenever it struck the boss'
fancy to see something dirty and degrading. David was relieved when Jake
pulled him away from servicing the huge black cock.  He soon found out that
Jake was simply ready to move on. "Time to breed this bitch," Jake
declared. Julia was beginning to move around and Jake's cock had recovered
and was once again ready for action.  He maneuvered the exhausted woman
onto all fours and positioned himself for a rear entry.  No longer as tight
as it was earlier in the day, his cock slid easily into her channel. 
Seared with the heat of her abused cunt, he hissed, "You're a hot fuck,
slut." With his bare cock firmly and completely inside her, he reached
forward and grabbed a shock of her hair.  Pulling her head up and then
back, arching her back, he began fucking her with hard punishing strokes,
pushing through her open cervix and into her uterus. David watched in awe
as his wife was brutally fucked for the second time, relishing the sensuous
quaking of her buttocks each time Jake slammed into her.  Julia, still
filled with lust chemicals from Horsefly's fucking, soon was pushing back
to meet each and every stroke.  With each fierce stroke, she climbed
towards the orgasmic pinnacle, a goal she now eagerly sought. "Who owns
your cunt?" he rasped pulling her head back until the tendons stuck out
from her neck. "You do, Jake.  You do," she grunted through her teeth. 
"Fuck me.  Fuck me, damn you.  Fuck meeeeeeeee!" "Whose whore are ya?"
"Yours, Jake.  I'm your whore," came the reply; a reply that her husband
found hard to fathom. "Use me.  Use my cunt.  Fuuuckkhhh... 
Fuccccchhkkk... ughghhhhh!  Make me cummmmmmm!  Yessssss.  Yessssss. 
Yessssss.  Harder!  Harder!  Uhh, uhh, uhh, ahh, ahh, yes-s-s-s-s! 
Aaaaiiiieeee!!!!!!!!!!"

   *****

   Once again, Luke looked about trying to determine the source of the cry;
a cry of wanton sexual abandon and intense fulfillment.

   *****

   "I'm cumming!  I cumming!  I'm cumming in yer cunt, ya slutty whore!"
roared the Beast.

   *****

   "That sounds like Jake," Luke said to himself.  He got up and went to a
window to see if anyone was home, but the Stringer house was still dark.
"Maybe he's in the hot tub." Luke checked, but there was no one there.  He
listened intently, but no longer heard anything but the chirping of
crickets and tree frogs.  In the distance he heard the comforting sound of
a train's whistle.

   *****

   "This is a fuck party featuring yer wife, and it's your turn, little
buddy," said Jake magnanimously.  "Time fer yer slut wife and ya to fuck."
"Really?  You mean that?" replied David with surprise. "Course I mean it!
It's what ya wanted, ain't it?" "Yeah!...  Oh, yeah!" gushed David as he
began to disrobe. "I don't want to fuck him," protested Julia with venom
dripping from her words. "Now, now, don't give me that kind of crap!  He's
yer husband.  This is what's this is all about...  fucking.  David and
you...  man and wife...  fucking." He leaned into her to whisper, "That
doesn't necessarily mean that he's actually gonna fuck ya." With puzzlement
clearly upon her, Jake pulled her upright to stand next the bed.  Turning
his attention to her husband, he urged, "C'mon, get outta those clothes! 
We ain't got all night." A moment later David stood naked and ready.  The
eagerness on his face wilted away under the hostile glare of his wife. 
Fretfully he looked over at Jake for support, but Jake was occupied in a
hushed private conversation with his big black helper.  Nervously he
glanced back and forth between his wife and the two well-hung men, growing
more and more self conscious of his shortcomings by the minute. Finally
Horsefly was nodding that he understood what his boss required of him. 
Jake then picked up the gym bag he'd brought with him.  The shocked
expressions of his three companions brought an amused smile over Jake's
face as he displayed one of Toni's strap-on dildos.  Holding the dildo to
Julia's crotch he said, "Here, let me help ya with this." With practiced
dexterity, he quickly positioned the device and adjusted the straps. A
desperate, squeaking chirp filled the room as Horsefly manhandled David
into position, bent over the edge of the bed.  Horsefly positioned himself
on the bed holding David under the arms with the small man positioned
between his legs so that the great black cock and heavy balls were pressed
into his face. "Noooooo!" howled David as his butt checks were pulled open
and his anus lubed up. "Quit yer whining," castigated Jake.  "I ain't gonna
fuck ya, yer wife is." Having gotten the gist of what was to happen,
Julia's shocked and befuddled expression quickly transformed into a
malicious sneer. Pouring a liberal amount of lube over the life-like dildo,
Jake explained, "Yer hubby likes getting fucked in the ass.  Toni does him
all the time.  So do I...  I'll bet, you're gonna like doing him too,
Julia." "Yes, I will," she replied with malice as she stepped up and put
the tip to her husband's puckered hole.

   *****

   "Jesus!  What in hell's going on?" muttered Luke as yet another cry
drifted into his open window.