XE-736

Driven To Depravity

by Simon Jillson

Chapter 1

	Judy Penncroft lay on her back, savoring the soft, silent morning.
	The weight of Mark, her husband, pressed the double bed mattress
	down beside her, rolling her slightly towards him.  She thought of
	that pressure and warmth being missing, of the bed being empty, and
	winced at the gut-twisting stab of pain this thought brought.

	Resolutely, she forced her mind away from the dread possibility that
	was rapidly becoming a certainty.  Instead she told herself to be
	glad that Mark was sleeping quietly for a change.  Sometimes, more
	and more rarely, there was the perfect combination of circumstances
	needed to give him total peace.  Either physical or mental agony
	almost always kept him twisting and turning restlessly in a sweaty
	tangle of sheets.  Or, what was even worse, he would lie there
	rigid, his muscles knotted and straining as he wrestled silently
	with his torment.

	As Judy slipped silently out of bed, twinges of pain reminded her of
	one of the reasons for Mark's tranquil sleep.  The bruised ache in
	her shoulders was mute evidence of the power of his grasp on her the
	night before.  In her crotch, on the insides of her thighs and her
	pubic hair, was a dry, tugging, crusty feeling.

	In the shower, Judy felt the mild bruises, the stiffness, the dried
	semen all dissolving away.  It was a sad feeling.  Flinching away
	from that train of thought, she recalled how it had all begun.

*     *     *

	As she passed Mark's chair with the last coffee cup, his arm snaked
	out, grasped her around the waist and hauled her down on his lap,
	squealing and giggling.  The cup and saucer went flying and bouncing
	across the floor in a clattering testimony to their durability.

	"Mark!" Judy protested.

	With a growl of mock ferocity, Mark gripped the sides of her pretty
	face, twisting her head, his fingers tugging through her short black
	hair. His lips met hers in a savage, primitive kiss.  His tongue
	drove between her lips, wedging her teeth open.

	Even as she felt her passion boiling upward, Judy pushed defensively
	against her husband. Her hand slipped down his arm and touched the
	bandages and the hard plastic tubes jutting from his flesh.  She
	jerked her hand away as if she had been burned.

	She felt Mark's grip on her change, felt his tongue retreat from her
	mouth, felt his muscles go rigid.  Desperately, before he could
	escape, Judy forced her tongue to follow his, to drive into his
	strong mouth.  Twisting her torso, she ground her small, firm
	breasts against his hard chest. Her petite body writhed in his lap
	in a primitive dance of desire as she rekindled his faded passions.

	The quivering tautness of his muscles changed slowly into the soft
	but more demanding grasp of sexual need, and Judy's desperation
	relaxed and became genuine lust.  With her arms engulfing his head
	and neck, she snuggled herself deeper in his arms as their mouths
	worked and mingled in a sucking, devouring kiss.  His hand slid from
	her back around her side, stroking the sweeping curve of her rib
	cage, then cupping and molding to one of her gentle breasts.

	Heat built in Judy, sweeping through her.  She responded to the warm
	grasp on her breast by pushing against it, arching her spine and
	twisting.  Her bare legs twined sensuously as the crotch of her
	shorts bunched up against her pussy.  Under her firm bottom she
	could feel the sturdy lump of Mark's cock hardening and thrusting at
	her eagerly.

	Releasing her breast, Mark hooked his arm under her legs.  With an
	easy heave, he lifted her and stood up, spinning her giddily as he
	headed for the bedroom.  As always, the display of masculine power
	thrilled Judy.  She clung to Mark's sturdy neck, her head on his
	shoulder as he carried her down the short hall to their bedroom.

	Mark slammed the door behind him with an easy kick of one foot,
	carried her to the bed, and dropped her from three feet up.
	Breathless from the suddenness of it all, Judy bounced wildly once,
	then lay still.  She was boiling inside, burning up with sexual
	need.  But all she could do was lie there on her back, waiting for
	him, her arms out to her sides, one leg bent gracefully.

	As she lay there, she studied Mark as he stripped off his clothes.
	Resolutely, carefully, she refused to look at the plastic shunts set
	deeply in the veins of his left arm.  Instead she focused her eyes
	on the powerful flex of the muscles in his chest, the powerful
	column of his neck, the hot avid interest in his dark brown eyes.
	She ignored the fact that his torso had lost much of its strength
	and firmness, that the muscles were slowly and inevitably losing
	their tone under the ceaseless assault of the disease.

	Fortunately, his cock had lost none of its impatient, powerful
	thrust.  Judy's jaw knotted at the sight of his sturdy phallus.  It
	swayed heavily, the base buried in a thick, curling mat of pubic
	hair.  The purple head was swollen with need, and the column
	supporting it pulsed and swelled visibly.

	The sight of her husband's cock, so ready to penetrate her, made
	Judy lick her lips in excitement.  She wanted to move, to get her
	body stripped and exposed and ready for him, but her muscles were
	only capable of quivering, so great was her need.  Still lying on
	her back, all she could do was put all her energy into the desperate
	pleading in her eyes.

	She whimpered softly with ecstasy as her nude lover bent over her,
	his strong experienced fingers opening the buttons of her blouse
	with deft skill.  Slowly, worshipfully, he unbuttoned her blouse
	from top to bottom, exposing a central stripe of her trim torso.
	Then he lifted her with one hand on the back of her neck and
	stripped away her blouse as easily as if he were undressing a baby.
	Then he let her gently back down on the bed.

	His eyes swept from her face, with its sprinkling of freckles across
	nose and cheeks, down to the pale mounds of her breasts.  Her
	nipples, small and pink, jutted up sharply, demandingly. The muscles
	in her flat stomach rippled and shivered eagerly.

	There was no shaking or trembling in Mark's hands as he reached for
	the snap, and fly front, of her shorts.  She felt her pants loosen,
	felt cool air touch her bare skin.  When his hands gripped her
	shorts, she lifted her hips clear of the bed.

	Mark paused.  His heart was hammering as he studied Judy's nearly
	nude body.  Her skin was golden tan where the sun had touched her,
	pale white where it hadn't.  The tops of her breasts were sprinkled
	with a delicate pattern of freckles that made the paleness of her
	unexposed flesh seem even whiter.  The white raciness of her bikini
	panties glowed against the even tan of her flat tummy and gracefully
	slender thighs. Through the flimsy white fabric Mark could see the
	dark, exciting shadow of her pubic triangle. Reaching down, he
	hooked his fingers into the elastic of her panties.

	Judy lifted her hips again, and felt the elastic of her underpants
	cut into the firm flesh of her ass.  She felt her panties sliding
	downward, felt cool air caress her more and more intimately. Then
	Mark was whipping the panties down and off her legs and she was
	kicking her feet free of them.

	She was naked.  She posed - arched her back gently, sucked her
	stomach in.  One leg was bent, the other straight, doing nothing to
	conceal her sex.

	"Dear God!" Mark whispered as he lowered himself onto her.  His
	hands gripped her shoulders with desperate urgent, bruising need.

	Judy felt his weight come down on her and let the wind blast from
	her lungs with relief and satisfaction.  Twisting her head so her
	mouth met his, she clutched at him with the same desperation with
	which he was holding her.  Bare skin slid against bare skin with a
	hot, satiny softness that was broken and emphasized by the scratch
	of harsh body hair.

	Judy rolled her hips toward Mark's.  Spreading her legs, she clasped
	one of his strong hairy thighs between hers, pressing the hot nest
	of her pussy against his hard muscle.  She felt the hot shaft of his
	erect prick pressing against her soft flesh.  Slipping one slender
	hand between them, she curled her fingers around the rock-hard,
	engorged cylinder of his cock.  She squeezed it to reassure herself
	of its reality, its power, and its hardness.

	Mark's hand slid down Judy's side and she rolled back on her back.
	She let her legs slide open to expose the heart of her sex.  His
	hand scraped over the tender expanse of her stomach, pressed the
	curls of her pubic bush flat and entered the moist folds of her
	pussy.  One big finger slid into her hot, oozing nest, probed into
	the salivating hole of her vagina.

	Mark was being torn apart.  Judy's body, so small and graceful and
	young, seemed to beg to be treated roughly.  But, afraid of his own
	strength, he fought to temper his caresses with tenderness.  But he
	knew that in the end, their animal instincts would have them both
	clawing at each other.  Her small frame and lithe, gymnastics-
	trained muscles could almost match his sturdy body and powerful
	muscles thrust for thrust.

	Hooking his finger in her hot, wet, slick vagina, he pulled upward
	against her pubic arch, crushing her clitoris with his palm.  He
	felt her fingers tighten convulsively around his prick and milk the
	hard cylinder with a steely almost masculine strength acquired on
	the uneven parallel bars.

	Judy rolled her head from side to side as wave after wave of
	pleasure washed through her.  The hot bar of Mark's cock in her hand
	was ready and eager.  She licked lips that were suddenly,
	perversely, hot and dry - although her mouth was watering with a
	primitive appetite.  Deliberately, she remained on her back,
	battling the urge to turn on Mark and engulf his body with hers.
	She loved tormenting herself, loved the feel of a finger hooked in
	her pussy, loved the hard pressure of his body alongside hers, loved
	the touch of cool air on the inflamed tips of her breasts.

	Her well-rounded hips began to roll and twist with her steadily
	increasing need.  She scrubbed the wiry bush of her pussy against
	his invading hand.  The muscles on the insides of her thighs were
	quivering.  Her breathing was ragged and uneven as her rib cage and
	diaphragm lost coordination and began battling each other.

	The finger hooked deep in her slick channel was too little to do
	more than inflame her.  The muscles of her vagina clenched and
	squeezed but Mark's probe was too slender to grip tightly. With a
	soft whimper of need, Judy tugged on Mark's monster erection, trying
	to pull it in the direction of her ravenously hungry pussy.  Her
	slender body was spread wide, was dying to have his full weight
	grinding it down into the mattress.

	Mark slid his body over hers and Judy twisted her head.  Her mouth
	was seeking his, was sucking hungrily.  As his bulk covered her, she
	reamed her tongue hungrily around in his mouth.  He pulled his hand
	from her crotch and clutched her. He was smearing her pale skin with
	her own secretions as his strong fingers dug into her ribs. Where
	once she had been ticklish as a child, now, as a woman, a light
	touch sent waves of lust flaming through her writhing, squirming
	body.

	Ignoring the crushing weight that ground her wrist into her pubic
	area, Judy guided the head of Mark's cock to the hot, dripping
	funnel of her sex.  Only after she had nestled the big, round knob
	of his phallus at the entrance to her did she pull her hand out from
	between them.  Her fingers were sticky and slippery with Mark's
	slimy secretions.  She smeared his back with his fluids as she
	hugged him to her.

	When Mark thrust the demanding, hot, hard bulk of his cock into her
	the air gusted from Judy's lungs.  It felt so good to have a huge
	mass filling her pussy.  She moved, impatient to have the entire
	bulk in her at once.  Mark was working his organ into her socket
	slowly, tantalizingly, gradually stretching her tight clinging
	velvety walls with his engorged prick.

	He loved the feel of her body engulfing his shaft.  Her vagina was
	tight and soft, velvety and slick and hot.  She felt small and
	vulnerable under him.  Her skin was satiny smooth against his.  Her
	clawing at his back was urging him on.  As more and more of his cock
	felt the hot clinging embrace of her vagina, his lust soared higher
	and higher and higher.

	When his cock was jammed completely into her, Mark paused.  Pushing
	up off of her, he looked down at her.  Her nipples were hard and
	sharp.  His eyes traveled down to where his groin met hers, where
	his pubic hair tangled and mingled with hers.  He drew his cock out
	of her, watched it slide into view.  It was shining and wet.  He
	thrust back into her, deep into her, watching his cock as it slowly
	vanished, a monstrous, spitting lance thrusting deep into her.

	"Oh, Mark," Judy sighed.  "Oh, fuck me, Mark, fuck me.  Hard."

	Mark drew back and rammed at her, hard, and Judy's lust soared as
	the monster phallus slammed against the end of her vagina.  Her clit
	cracked in a haze of pleasure as his pubic arch smashed it.

	When he lowered his weight on her she hugged him desperately,
	hungrily.  Her hips surged and heaved in opposition to his every
	thrust, increasing the force and speed with which his towering
	phallus entered her hungry body.  Bucking wildly under him, using
	the rebounding springs of the bed to increase the violence of their
	collisions, she dug her fingers into his powerful muscles, thrusting
	aside the sour memory of how much more powerful those muscles had
	been before disease had ravaged his kidneys.

	Had he wanted to, Mark could have wrapped his arms around Judy's
	slender body and squeezed her ribs until they cracked.  Instead, he
	hooked his arms under her shoulders, and gripped the sides of her
	head in his still powerful hands.  His teeth clashed with hers as he
	tried to devour her. He rutted his cock into her with driving,
	pounding heaves.

	He ignored the exhaustion that was already eating away at him.
	Impatient, desperate to raise her to her peak before his strength
	gave out, he rammed at her quickly, sharply.  His own climax was
	drawing close, a hot, itching ball of fire that would erupt from his
	prick in blazing pulses. Every pumping drive of his hips lifted him
	one notch closer to the fiery convulsion of completion.  The nerves
	of his cock became more and more sensitive, more and more inflamed
	as he pistoned it in the velvety, gripping well.

	Judy's hips were twisting and jerking mindlessly.  Her pelvis
	rocked, twisted, wringing her clit between his pubic bone and hers.

	"Aww," she gasped.  "Awwww, I'm cumming. Awww, let me have it.  Have
	it.  Have it.  Aww, aaww, aw-aw-aw-aw-awwww."

	Judy's slender body arched in a muscle-straining, joint-popping
	heave as her orgasm roared through her in a tidal wave of fiery
	pleasure.

	Mark rammed deep into her, thrusting hard, trying to bore his cock
	completely into her.

	Judy felt his cock pulsing deep inside her.  Hot jolts of semen
	spattered the end of her vagina as his cock spewed forth its copious
	load.  As her burning pleasure slowly faded to a delicious, aching
	memory, Judy milked his prick with her vagina.  She clung to him,
	happily engulfed in his strong, masculine aroma.

	The rigidity in his muscles departed abruptly. He was panting with
	exhaustion as he lay on top of her.  He was completely limp.  Judy
	cuddled his wasted body tenderly, fighting back her tears of fear
	and sorrow.  At one time a session such as this would have been only
	a prelude to an insane night of lovemaking.  At one time, both of
	them would have considered it a "quickie".  But now it was an
	ordeal, as exhausting as it was fulfilling, and always left Mark
	bone weary and panting, burned out with exhaustion.

	Judy held onto her lover desperately.  She felt him start to roll
	off her and tightened her grip on him.  He didn't understand, he had
	never understood, just how good it felt to have his full weight on
	her.  He had always been afraid he was too heavy for her.  No matter
	how often she told him, he couldn't believe she loved the desperate
	effort it took just to breathe when he was crushing her.  And now,
	with her very life with him threatened, her determination to hold
	onto him, to keep his body on top of hers, to keep his cock in her
	vagina, was even greater.

	She tightened her arms around him in an iron grip.  She hooked her
	legs around his and clung to him desperately.

*     *     *

	Judy blinked against the glare of the bright sunlight, then put on
	her dark glasses.  She tried not to look at the unkempt lawn with
	its shaggy tussocks of grass and bobbing heads of dandelions going
	to seed.  When it literally came down to a matter of life and death,
	a well-tended lawn was unimportant.

	Her short skirt whipped around her bare thighs as she went briskly
	down the walk.  She focused her mind entirely on the problem ahead
	of her.  Her life had been reduced to hard-core basics.  Everything
	she did, and everything Mark did, was aimed at one goal - keeping
	him alive for another day, or week, or month, or, God willing,
	possibly a year or more.

	One by one their avenues of escape had been cut off.  It was almost
	as if some evil entity were thwarting them.  When the disease had
	first attacked Mark's kidneys, there had been the possibility that
	the damage could be stopped before it went too far.  When that
	hadn't happened, the doctors had mentioned the possibility that
	perhaps the damage wouldn't be permanent, that some fragments of
	those vital organs would regenerate and resume filtering the poisons
	out of his bloodstream.  That hope had proved as false as the first.
	Mark's kidneys were gone, destroyed, totally incapable of performing
	their task.

	For a time there had been the artificial kidney at the hospital.
	Hooked up to a stainless steel tank the size of a washing machine,
	Mark could survive.  And his fate had been placed in the hands of
	The Committee.  The cost of an artificial kidney meant that there
	could never be enough to serve all the patients who needed one.
	Some would live and some would die, and The Committee sat in
	judgment, playing God, deciding who was to receive the life-giving
	treatments and who wasn't.

	In the end the bitter decision was that Mark was to be taken off.
	No reasons were given.  Reasons were never given.  Even the names of
	the people serving on The Committee were kept secret to protect them
	from pleading or harassment or bribery by desperate patients and
	families.

	Since Mark and Judy couldn't afford a kidney machine, they had only
	one faint hope left.  It was one of the factors considered by The
	Committee. The higher the possibility of a transplant being made,
	the more likely the patient was to get time on the kidney machine.
	But in Mark's case, the possibility of an acceptable transplant
	becoming available was minuscule.  He possessed one of the rarest
	blood types, and had no living blood relatives.  There seemed almost
	no chance that tissues could be matched closely enough to prevent
	rejection of a foreign organ.

	It meant, for the rest of his life, being a slave to a machine that
	could filter his blood.  And the dialysis unit at the hospital was
	available to him only a few more times, would give him only a few
	precious weeks of life.

	Before then, they had to find some other solution.  The only one
	left was a home dialysis unit, a machine like the hospital's, but of
	their own.

	That was their final hope, and Judy was determined not to let it
	slip from their grasp.  Somewhere, somehow, some way she had to come
	up with the money to buy the artificial kidney.  Time was getting
	short.  Mark had lost his job because of his increasing absences.
	It was all up to her.

	Squaring her shoulders, she arranged a pillow on the back of the
	seat so she could reach the pedals, and slid behind the wheel of the
	shabby old car, ignoring the sharp point of the spring protruding
	from the frayed upholstery.  In front of her, the needle of the
	speedometer stood stubbornly between the 30 and the 40.  The bright
	sunlight seemed to be swallowed up by the dulled, rust-mottled hood.

	With no skills and no training, Judy had been forced to struggle
	from one job to another.  When it had become obvious that she was
	going to be the sole support for them, and the only possible source
	of money for the kidney machine, she had looked for a job where
	there was a possibility of earning a large amount of money rapidly.
	By working as a go-go dancer in the evenings, and going to classes
	during the day, she had managed to get a Real Estate Agent's
	license.  A few small sales had freed her from her distasteful
	evening job - just in time.  Since business was bad, the owner of
	the night spot had been threatening to go topless and bottomless and
	have his dancers wait on tables that way.

	It wasn't that Judy was ashamed of her body. Quite the opposite.
	She had always been proud of her petite figure.  Barely five feet
	tall and never having gone over a hundred pounds, she was neat and
	trim, almost childish in shape.  Gymnastics had hardened her and
	molded her into a series of trim, graceful curves, and sexual
	maturity had rounded her hips and filled out her breasts to
	graceful, feminine mounds.  Judy had known that the bar was being
	dragged down into a seamy, sleazy twilight area between the legal
	and the illegal.  Sooner or later the "table tending" was certain to
	have degenerated to "entertaining" the customers, first witn
	friendly conversation while their horny glances feasted on her, then
	physical contact, a reaching patting hand that wasn't to be
	discouraged.  Eventually, it would have wound up in one of the back
	rooms.

	Judy had quit as soon as she could.

	But since those early successes, the real estate business had
	deteriorated.  As the end of Mark's time on the kidney machine drew
	closer and closer, the listings of houses to be sold had fallen off.
	Just living had cut deeper and deeper into the painfully small,
	desperately accumulated savings.

	Judy finally managed to get the car started. The inside fittings -
	door handles and window cranks, rear view mirror, everything -
	rattled. Carefully, she moved the shift lever to drive and eased the
	accelerator down.  The decrepit automatic transmission lurched
	quickly through its repertoire until it reached high.  As she pulled
	away from the curb, Judy could see the thick fog of oil smoke
	hanging in the air behind her.

	So, Judy thought, she was now down to one last desperate gamble to
	keep Mark alive.  She knew of a house, a mansion, really an estate,
	that might, just might, be going up for sale.  If she succeeded in
	getting the owner to list it with her, she had a possible buyer for
	it.

	She needed to get the listing, and make the sale.  If she could pull
	it off, the commission would be enough to get a kidney machine.
	Nothing else mattered but the life-giving machine.

	Hot gusts of air puffed through the hole in the rusted fire wall
	separating Judy from the engine and swirled up under her short
	skirt, bringing with it heat and the stink of burning oil.  The hot
	blasts warmed the insides of her bare thighs, touched the crotch of
	her panties.  As she drove toward the home of her potential client,
	she was desperate.  The potential buyer was losing faith in her,
	threatening to go to some other agent to find the kind of house he
	wanted.  Judy knew this estate wasn't exactly what the buyer wanted,
	but was desperately hoping she could convince him.  But first she
	had to get the owner to decide to sell, and to decide to give her
	the listing.

Chapter 2

	In front of the impressive door of the house, Judy squared her
	shoulders, took a deep breath, and pressed the doorbell.  She
	nibbled nervously on her lower lip as she waited.  The facade of the
	house was blank and uninformative - not formidable or frightening,
	just unhelpful.  The windows were like mirrors - reflecting images
	of the immaculate lawns and shrubs.

	The house was modern - long and low, all on one floor.  The color
	was a spotless white.  The entrance where Judy waited was set
	exactly in the center of the front of the house.  The door was a
	huge slab of wood, four feet wide.  The fixtures were brass -
	simple, well-polished, and expensive.

	The wait for her ring to be answered increased Judy's nervousness.
	She wished she was certain of the time.  Her watch had quit working
	and she couldn't afford to have it fixed.

	Reluctantly, she pressed the rectangular ivory button a second time.

	There was a sound and Judy fought the urge to step back another
	pace.  Determinedly, she held her ground as the door swung open.

	"Good morning, Mrs. Penncroft."

	Judy took in the man's robe, his dark hair plastered flat on his
	head with water.  Had he just been in the shower?  "I'm sorry," she
	stuttered, "I thought you said . . ."

	"I did," he assured her calmly, his voice, a baritone, giving the
	impression of restrained power. "Please, come in, Mrs. Penncroft."

	"If it's inconvenient, Mr. Shein, I could come back later?" Judy
	suggested timidly, mentally berating herself for her shyness, and
	for getting off to such a bad beginning.

	"Now is convenient," he said decisively.  "Come in.  I was just
	enjoying my morning workout.  We can talk when I finish it."

	"Is-Is Mrs. Shein here?" Judy asked.  She followed the man
	reluctantly, having the feeling that the entire visit was getting
	off to a disastrous start.  She had never been comfortable with
	Steven Shein.  In spite of his physical size, only about five foot
	six, something about him was intimidating.  He had a raw power about
	him that had always made her nervous.

	"My wife is out for the day," he answered, leading the way to the
	glass doors that opened out on the pool and the deck.

	Adding to Judy's discomfort was the sight of Mr. Shein's bare calves
	below the knee-length robe.  Thick curling black hair was plastered
	against his well-tanned skin.  His powerful muscles flexed with
	every step.

	"Maybe I should come back some other time?" Judy ventured again.

	Mr. Shein slid the glass door open, stood aside, and motioned Judy
	through.  "Might as well talk with me right now," he replied.
	"Paula will go along with any decision I make."

	Judy blinked against the glare and tumbled to get her dark glasses
	out.  The house, built in the shape of a horseshoe, perched on a
	steep hillside. The open end hung out over a void.

	"Help yourself to some coffee," Mr. Shein suggested.  "I have only a
	few more laps to go."  He waved her toward a coffeepot on a table
	off to one side.

	"Uh, thank you." Judy hoped having coffee would give her an
	opportunity to regain her composure.  The fine bone china cup
	clinked softly on the saucer from the shaking of her hand.  A loud
	splash from the pool almost made her drop it.  She carefully focused
	her attention on adding sugar and cream, then turned toward the
	sound of Mr. Shein sprinting the length of the pool.

	Coffee scalded her thumb as the cup lurched, spilling the hot
	liquid.  Judy wrenched her eyes away from the swimmer, trying not to
	stare. Then she couldn't help it, and looked again.

	He was naked.  His discarded robe lay on a lounge near the pool.
	His buttocks, hard and muscled, rolled slightly with every powerful
	arm pull, flexed strongly with every kick.  Those hard globes of
	muscle were only slightly less tan than the strong shoulders and
	back.  It was obvious he often "worked out" in the nude.

	Judy's hand was shaking, making the cup rattle loudly.  She looked
	around for some escape, and found none.  She wanted to leave, but
	didn't dare.  Her potential customer had made it clear he wanted her
	to stay.  If she left now she would lose all chance for a sale - and
	the kidney machine.

	Still shaking, she perched nervously on the edge of the lounge.  She
	tried not to stare at the naked man as he swam but failed.  Her eyes
	tracked him steadily from one end of the pool to the other.  His
	quick, efficient racing turns at the end of each lap sent a
	glittering shower of water high in the air and displayed a quick
	flash of trim ass.

	Somehow sensing that he was almost finished, Judy set her cup down
	and picked up his robe. She wanted to head him off, to keep him from
	getting out of the pool and walking straight toward her to get it.

	He touched the end of the pool and stood up smoothly.  The edge of
	the pool cut just above his groin - all Judy could see was his bare
	muscular torso.  Desperately, she advanced on him, the robe extended
	ahead of herself like a shield.

	Mr. Shein placed his palms on the edge of the pool.  Just before she
	got to him, he vaulted smoothly out.  A wave of cool water sloshed
	across the deck, soaking Judy's feet, making her dance awkwardly and
	ineffectively in an attempt to keep her sandals dry.

	"Thanks, but I'm not done yet," he informed her, brushing the robe
	aside.  Picking up a towel, he quickly dried his face.  He seemed
	oblivious of his nudity.

	Judy wasn't.  She tried to keep from looking at the man, but
	couldn't.  He was solid muscle.  Thick black hair coated his body.
	His relaxed cock was short and stubby.  Even limp it had an
	impressive diameter.  Its skin was dark, its head a dusky purple.

	Judy wrenched her eyes away, hoping he hadn't noticed her staring.
	Clutching the robe tightly in both hands, she went back to the
	lounge where she had left her coffee.  Picking up the cup and saucer
	she turned her back.

	"Now - what was it - exactly - that you - wanted?" Mr. Shein huffed
	between exercises.

	"I wanted to ask you to list your house with me," Judy stuttered.

	"Sorry - I can't - hear you," he responded.

	Judy bit her lip and turned around.  Her eyes focused immediately on
	his cock where it dangled below him as he did push-ups.  The muscles
	in his arms, back and shoulders flexed powerfully as he dipped
	toward the deck, then rose smoothly. She repeated what she had said
	about getting the listing.  She was feeling hot inside, and her legs
	were suddenly very shaky.

	Judy's discomfort was anything but eased when her client stopped
	exercising and turned to sit facing her, his legs spread and his
	arms hooked around his knees.  Her gaze went straight up between his
	legs to where his cock and balls nestled between his thick, hairy
	thighs.

	"You think that I am interested in selling this house?" Mr. Shein
	asked.

	Judy knew he had seen where she was looking and flushed.  "You are,
	aren't you?  You indicated the other day that you were."

	"That I might be," he corrected, lying flat on his back on the deck
	and putting his hands behind his head, "if the price is right."

	"But . . ."

	"Would you hold my feet?" he asked, interrupting her.

	"I'd rather . . ."

	"I still have to do my sit-ups," he informed her.  "Just hold my
	feet."

	Judy took a tight grip on herself.  She had to have this listing!
	All the man had asked was for her to help him do his exercises.  If
	being nude in front of her didn't bother him, why should it bother
	her?  She knelt on the deck, the hard concrete bruising and scraping
	her knees.  Hesitantly, she leaned forward and gripped the man's
	ankles.  His skin felt warm.  Her eyes focused on his bare groin.
	His cock was rolled slightly to one side over the lumps of his
	balls.  Droplets of water still gleamed in the thick, black bush of
	pubic hair.

	"If the price is right," Mr. Shein repeated as he began his sit-ups.
	"Paula and I bought this place two years ago for a half a million."

	"I know," Judy responded, trying to force her eyes away from his
	penis, and not succeeding. She felt a trickle of sweat start down
	from the base of her throat toward the valley between her breasts.
	She was suddenly conscious of her lack of a bra and her nipples
	stiffened.

	"How much do you think it is worth now?" the man asked, his head
	sweeping up, then down as he forced it to touch his knees.

	It was a jolt when Judy realized he could look straight down the
	neckline of her blouse and see her gently swaying, naked breasts.

	"W - well over a million," she muttered.  Her eyes were still glued
	to Steven Shein's cock.  It seemed to be swelling and expanding.

	"Minimum a million and a half," he informed her.

	Judy tried to figure some way to cut off his view of her breasts.
	She tried hunching her shoulders and bringing her arms close
	together, then realised that only opened the neckline of her blouse
	further while pressing her breasts inward, deepening the hollow
	between them.

	"I can get it for you," she assured him, trying to keep her mind on
	business.  His cock was getting harder and larger, sliding sideways
	as it stiffened and lifted.  Judy gulped.

	"Not enough," Shein panted.

	"What?" Judy asked.  The man's cock was becoming monstrous.  It lay
	across one thigh now, a massive lump of gristle, pulsing and still
	expanding.

	"Any broker in town can get me a million and a half," Shein
	countered.

	Judy felt his breath on her face as he swept past her.  She wanted
	to use one hand or arm to conceal her breasts, but her hands weren't
	big enough to use just one of them to hold his ankles.

	"I might - maybe two million," Judy stammered.

	It was a relief when he stopped doing sit-ups and sat, leaning back
	on his arms.  Judy released his ankles and sat back gratefully.  Her
	blouse brushed the tips of her breasts, making the excited nipples
	burn.  She tore her eyes off Shein's powerful, pulsing erection and
	tried to meet his bold gaze.

	"Better," he conceded, "if you're telling the truth.  But I imagine
	there are other agents that could match that."

	Judy was getting frustrated.  She was promising him four times what
	he had paid for the house.  She thought she might be able to get it
	from her potential customer.  She knew no other agent in town would
	risk sticking his neck out with an offer like that.  She didn't dare
	suggest a higher figure.  "Mr. Shein, I . . ."

	"Let's go swimming," he said abruptly, getting easily to his feet.

	Judy struggled upward awkwardly.  "I don't have a suit," she pointed
	out.

	"Neither do I," Shein said matter-of-factly.  He reached for the
	front of her blouse.

	"Mr. Shein, please," Judy protested, backing away.

	"You'd be surprised how a nice swim will put a different complexion
	on things," he insisted, reaching for her buttons.

	"Mr. Shein!" Judy exclaimed, gripping his wrists.

	His eyes met hers.  There suddenly was an unrelenting hardness in
	his gaze.  "Mrs. Penncroft?"

	Judy knew exactly what he was saying with just those two words.
	Right here, and right now, she could lose the listing before she
	even had it. Did he know how desperately she needed the money?

	"All - all right," she agreed reluctantly, easing her grip on his
	powerful wrists.

	"I thought you'd see things my way," he said confidently.  His
	strong fingers deftly freed her buttons.

	Judy hung her head in shame and let him strip her blouse off her.
	She was agonizingly conscious of her small, firm breasts and their
	sharp tips. The man's all-over tan made her painfully aware of the
	paleness of her breasts.

	He unfastened her skirt, eased it over the swell of her hips and
	dropped it around her ankles. The top edge of her panties cut low on
	the gentle swell of her belly.  They were nearly transparent,
	showing the dark mat of her pubic triangle.  Her faint hope he would
	leave her with at least that shred of modesty vanished when he
	hooked his thumbs under the elastic.  He hauled the tiny panties
	down.  As he knelt in front of her there was no hint of subservience
	in the pose.  Efficiently, he stripped her last covering down to her
	ankles, then held them and her skirt with one hand while he lifted
	her feet free of the tangle. Then her sandals were unbuckled and he
	was standing in front of her.

	Judy cupped a hand demurely over her sex, crossed an arm across her
	breasts.  She let her head hang, conscious of the air touching her
	boldly all over, even more conscious of the hot eyes raking over her
	bare body.  "Mr. Shein, I . . . Judy started, ready to plead for the
	listing.

	His hand closed around the wrist at her crotch, dragging that feeble
	cover away from her dark shy triangle.  "A swim," he insisted,
	pulling her toward the water.

	Judy tottered after him to the edge of the pool. His grip on her arm
	was tight and hard as steel. Out of the corner of her eye she could
	see the bobbing bludgeon of his aroused, monster cock.

	Without releasing her, he walked directly off the edge of the pool,
	pulling her in with him.  The water blasted over Judy, splashing her
	face as her feet jarred hard against the bottom of the pool. The
	sudden chill after the merciless hot glare of the sun made her suck
	in a gasp of air.  The icy liquid cut deep into her uncovered pussy,
	splattered her chest and back.  A tug on her wrist as Steven Shein
	leaned forward dragged Judy with him.  Then he released her.
	Gamely, Judy struck out alongside him, figuring that was what he
	wanted.  The cool water swept over her whole body.  Tickling cool
	currents brushed intimately over her naked skin.  As she kicked,
	bold eddies explored her sex and her ass.

	As they swam from one end of the pool to the other, Judy was
	conscious of the power of the man beside her.  From time to time his
	bare skin would brush hers, an arm, hip, or leg that would feel
	scalding hot in comparison with the cool pool.

	Her hand touched the end of the pool and Judy stopped swimming, and
	let her legs swing under her.  As Steven Shein floated languidly
	beside her, she hooked her elbows over the edge of the pool, pressed
	her front defensively against the cool, smooth concrete.  She
	twisted her head at the touch of a hand on the back of her neck,
	teasing her short black hair.  Every swaying kick of her feet sent a
	fresh wave of cool water into the heart of her sex, reminding her of
	her nudity. Her nipples felt like rocks trapped against the side of
	the pool.

	"You're an accomplished swimmer, Mrs. Penncroft," he observed.

	The use of her married name reminded Judy of Mark, their marriage,
	all that they had, all that they meant to each other.  She felt a
	surge of horror at what was happening, what she was doing.  It also
	reminded her of why she was here, how badly she needed the money.
	She stopped trying to wriggle away from his caress.

	"You were an Olympic gymnast, I believe?" he noted.

	"Just an alternate."

	"I admire people who take the time to keep their bodies in good
	condition," he went on.  "Can you do the backstroke?"

	"Mr. Shein, I . . ."

	"Backstroke," he insisted.  "A race.  I'll give you a head start.
	If you win, you get the listing. If I win . . . well, we'll see
	about the listing."

	"Mr. Shein!" Judy protested.

	"On your mark," he commanded.

	"But . . ."

	"Get set," he continued relentlessly.  He had taken his hand from
	the back of her neck and was assuming a starting position - legs
	folded, feet firmly against the wall; hands gripping the gutter.
	His arms bunched as he coiled himself for the start.

	Desperately, Judy whipped into a tight ball of muscle, somehow
	knowing he meant exactly what he said.  "Go."  Judy's body uncoiled
	as she let go of the gutter, arched her spine backward and pushed
	off from the wall.  Water sheeted over her face as she took her
	first powerful stroke, then her vision cleared and she flailed her
	way toward the shallow end.

	She saw the spray of Steven Shein's start and pulled still harder.
	She could see the whipping arch of his hands.  Each stroke sent a
	glittering arching spray of water high in the air.  She kicked
	harder, trying to put more whip into the motion of her feet, trying
	to remember instructions received years ago from her swimming coach.

	God, the man was fast!  His head was already even with her waist,
	his arms flinging water in her face at every stroke.  Judy flailed
	desperately, cursing that he had chosen the backstroke - always her
	worst stroke.

	Then he was even with her and Judy could see his face.  He was
	watching her insolently.  He wasn't even having to work hard to stay
	even with her!

	Judy suddenly noticed the way her taut breasts were rolling and
	bobbing on the surface, in full view.  She lost her rhythm and
	floundered for a moment, which gave him half a yard advantage on
	her.  She regained her poise and pulled harder, but couldn't catch
	up.

	Suddenly the explosive splashing of his kick stopped.  It had been
	the only thing she had been able to see.  Just as she twisted her
	head to look for him, a hand closed on her outstretched arm. Her
	fingers brushed the end of the pool.  Then she was swept up against
	him, and her back came up against his heaving, hairy chest.  Before
	she could get her feet under her his arm was around her, and his
	hand was cupping her breast.  She fought against his intimate grasp,
	but it was futile.

	"Tut-tut, Mrs. Penncroft," he chided her.  "It was a perfectly fair
	race."

	Heat flooded through Judy from the man's bold, possessive touch on
	her bare breast.  She could feel his cock nuzzling her buttocks
	insolently and tried to squirm away from it.  "Please . . ."

	"I happen to know just how badly you want this listing," Mr. Shein
	informed her, "and why."

	Judy relaxed in his arms.  She was cursing the way her body was
	reacting.  Something about the hard, hot hairy, muscular man behind
	her, the rough touch of his hands on her bare breasts and belly, and
	the cool water, all were conspiring to send her passions soaring.

	"I am interested in selling my house, Mrs. Penncroft," Steven Shein
	went on, sliding one hand down her belly.  His fingers pressed into
	the warm hairy tangle of her pussy.  He probed her hot, slick,
	excited vaginal opening.  "As a matter of fact, I would even accept
	a lowly million and a half for it.  It so happens I need the cash
	right now.  However, as I said, any broker in town can get me a
	million and a half for it. If you are to get the listing, the
	exclusive listing, you are going to have to offer some additional
	incentive."

	Judy remained silent.

	"Let's see," Mr. Shein murmured softly.  "The commission for a sale
	on a million and a half is - uhm - around fifteen thousand.  Add to
	that the commission you could get from a buyer, and you have a nice
	round thirty thousand dollars."

	Judy was a little amazed at the research the man had done.

	"And, as I recall, the cost of a home kidney machine happens to come
	to a nice, neat, even, thirty thousand dollars," Steven Shein
	finished smoothly.

	Judy had let her thighs drift open as he drilled his finger into her
	pussy.  His probing had admitted a wash of exciting, cool water to
	her sensitive, burning tissues.  She felt her stomach muscles
	writhing excitedly.  His hand on her neatly rounded breast was firm
	and confident.  He pinched and twisted her nipple expertly.  His
	cock was nuzzling into the crack of her ass like a small animal
	burrowing after a reward.

	Judy tried to excuse her behavior by reminding herself what the
	money was for.  If she didn't get the machine for Mark, he would be
	gone forever in a few short weeks.

	And, Steven Shein wasn't an unattractive man, either.  Which thought
	made what was going to happen seem worse.

	The aroused man controlled Judy's petite body as easily as if she
	were a doll.  Swinging her around, he hooked his arms under her
	knees and shoulders and lifted.  With insolent ease, he sloshed up
	the steps in the corner of the pool, Judy in his arms.

	With a whimper of misery, Judy pressed her face against his chest.
	She felt the hot sun burning the water off her pale bare skin as he
	carried her across the deck.  Then she was lowered to the lounge,
	spread on her back in the harsh glaring sunlight.

	Over her, a shadowy, menacing presence, stood Steven Shein, his face
	invisible because of the glare of the sun.  Painfully visible,
	however, was the huge shaft of his erect phallus, jutting out from
	his thick pubic bush.  Judy closed her eyes.

	Shein stood over the small woman, his eyes devouring her bare
	beauty.  Her small, slender, graceful body made his mouth water.
	The pale bikini stripes across her heightened his interest in her.
	She lay on her back, one knee bent, concealing nothing from him.
	The dark brush of her pussy seemed to almost tug at his cock from a
	distance - it was like a magnet pulling at him.

	Bending over her, he closed his hands over the soft mounds of her
	breasts.  Her skin was cool from the swim and satin smooth.  Her
	nipples burrowed into his palms as he mashed the fleshy globes
	against her graceful ribs.

	"Aaaahhh," Judy moaned softly as fire washed through her.  She knew
	she shouldn't be enjoying this, but knew, too, that she was going
	to.  Her head rolled with building excitement, her fingers curled.

	Releasing one of Judy's breasts, he reached down and touched the
	inside of her knee.  Gently, he pushed outward, spreading her leg to
	expose more of her pussy.  Huddled far down between her graceful
	thighs, deep in the heart of her black bush, nestled in the crevice
	between her pouting, full labia, was a flash of exciting pink flesh.
	His probing finger had already told him that her vagina was almost
	virginal - much tighter and hotter than his wife's.

	He stroked the back of his fingers down the silken flesh on the
	inside of her thigh.  Reaching her pussy, he spread her labia
	carefully.  Her inner folds were a brilliant pink, shining wet,
	slick and juicy.  The bud of her clitoris gleamed like a pearl in
	the bright sunlight.  After coating his finger with her juices, he
	gently teased that nerve-loaded button.

	"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the sparkling blue sky.  Her toes tensed,
	her hips rolled and twisted.  Fire was slashing through her sun-
	baked flesh as she lay naked and unprotesting under the man's
	insolent explorations.  "Aaawww," she moaned again as her lust
	soared higher.  She tried to tell herself that she was impatient for
	him to get it over with, but knew that wasn't really it. She wanted
	his cock in her, deep inside her, that was what she was impatient
	for.  She reached out blindly and found the hard, hot shaft.  A
	burning drop of slippery fluid seared her fingers as she curled them
	around the knob-head of Shein's hard pulsing prick.  She stroked the
	powerful, heavy cylinder, trying to build his excitement,
	encouraging him to thrust his prick into her belly.

	The woman fondling Shein's cock was writhing like an animal in the
	bright sunlight.  His hands looked brown and hard and brutal against
	her soft, pale flesh.  One hand still engulfed one of her breasts.
	A pert, pink nipple peeked out from between his pinching fingers.
	He diddled the steaming folds of her weeping pussy with the fingers
	of his other hand.  Her slick secretions had coated his fingers.
	Her hot milking grip around his thrumming, ready prick was lifting
	him higher and higher.

	Finally, Steven Shein lowered himself onto the petite real estate
	agent.  The aluminum and plastic of the lounge groaned as his weight
	was added to hers.  Her skin felt like satin against his hairy body.

	Judy spread her thighs wide as he came down on her.  She kept hold
	of his cock until she had nestled its head at the opening to her
	ready vagina.  Then she awkwardly pulled her hand from between them
	and clutched his hard, muscular back.  She heaved her hips up in an
	attempt to get the cock she needed so desperately into her.

	Judy's pussy embraced the sensitive head of Steve Shein's cock like
	a velvet glove.  Thrilled with the hot, gripping tightness of her
	tunnel, he eased his phallus into her with gentle, careful pumps of
	his hips.  She was tight, deliciously, delectably tight, a hot
	clinging sheath of living flesh embracing his stocky cock.  He could
	feel wisps of wiry pubic hair scratching the skin of his shaft as he
	eased it into her.

	"Aaaawww, fuck me," Judy moaned, wrapping her legs around his
	muscular hips and urging him deeper.  She spurred him on with her
	heels, urging him further into her hot, hungry hole. "Fuck me," she
	whispered.  Her animal lust had burned away all of her hesitations
	and inhibitions. All that mattered now was reaching that wonderful,
	burning peak of pleasure.

	Shein was grinning ferociously, his muscles knotting as he bored his
	explosively swollen prick into the hot, willing, eager body under
	him.  He clutched her firm flesh with his powerful fingers as he
	pistoned his cock into her eager pussy.

	Judy was heaving and jerking under him, her hips lifting and driving
	against his thrusts.  His pubic arch smashed against hers,
	pulverizing her clitoris into a patch of fiery pleasure.  She clawed
	at his broad tanned back, kicked his muscular working buttocks with
	her heels, to spur him deeper, then pushed her feet against the
	lounge in an attempt to raise her pelvis higher.  The rivets and
	joints of the lounge squealed in protest at the pounding action.
	The enclosed pool deck rang with the slapping, heaving, panting,
	gasping, juicy sounds of their linking.

	"Aaww, awww, awwww, I'm cum-I'm cum-minggg," Judy gasped.  Her
	athletic young body arched clear off the lounge as she climaxed.

	With an animal whoop of pleasure, Steven Shein slammed his cock deep
	into the straining body under him, and rode out her violent orgasmic
	bucking.  His own cumming was hanging barely out of reach as he
	brought her off in a gush of juices so copious that they drenched
	their tangled pubic bushes.

	"Aaaahhhh," Judy sighed, her muscles relaxing as her orgasm faded
	away.  She lay limp under Shein, fighting for breath.  It wasn't
	until he began to move again that she realized that he hadn't yet
	climaxed.  She lay on her back, dazed, feeling his huge phallus
	pistoning and squashing in her fulfilled vagina.  She was too
	exhausted to do anything other than just lie there limp, taking his
	powerful, demanding thrusts.  Then suddenly, she was roaring up that
	searing slope of pleasure again.

	Steven Shein heaved his cock into the lax body under him, pounding
	his shaft into her.  His head nestled in the curve of her neck, he
	rammed his hungry phallus into her clinging sheath again and again
	and again.  He felt her breasts mash flat against his unforgiving
	chest, felt her nipples burning into his skin.  He was aware of her
	pubic bush scrubbing against his, her sleek, smooth thighs rubbing
	against his hard hairy ones.  It all added up to an incredible
	symphony of sexual sensations, a blazing orchestration that was
	building toward a crashing carnal finale.

	He heaved and thrust and felt the fire explode outward from his
	groin.  Ripping pulses of thick semen spattered deep in the heart of
	Judy Penncroft's body as he poured his load into her.  His body
	knotted and strained as he speared her guts with his spouting tool.

	"Aaaaawwww," Judy wailed.  She felt limp as an old dishrag as a
	second orgasm blazed through her.  She felt every quiver of the cock
	convulsing in her vagina and instinctively milked the pulsing,
	pumping organ with her muscular channel.

	Then the pulsing inside her slowly died away, and Judy's pleasure
	faded.  As her lust went away, nausea and disgust at what she had
	just done filled her.  Squeezing her eyes shut, she fought back
	tears of shame.  Her vagina seemed to snap shut as the man climbed
	off her, his dripping cock spraying her thighs with their mixed
	juices. She didn't get up from the lounge until she heard him dive
	into the water.

	On shaking legs, Judy stood up.  She felt sweaty, soiled and filthy.
	For a moment she debated, then decided it would make little
	difference now.  She went to the edge of the pool and executed a
	smooth, graceful dive into the cool, refreshing water.  She swam the
	length of the pool and back, twisting and turning to cleanse her
	body of the lust-sweat and cum, then hauled herself out onto the hot
	deck.  After dying herself with Steven Shein's towel, she dressed.
	Then she took the listing agreement from her purse and filled in the
	blanks.

	Shein stopped swimming.  Standing in the shallows, his limp cock
	looking rippled and strange through the water, he took the agreement
	and the pen from her.  His signature was as bold as his gaze.

	"Thanks," he said shortly, handing the signed agreement back to her.

	"I'll find my own way out," she responded coolly.

	Judy didn't start to shake until she was sitting behind the wheel of
	the car.  Then she leaned forward and rested her head on the cracked
	steering wheel and shook.  Finally she regained her composure.

	Now, to make it all worthwhile, she had to get the buyer.

*     *     *

	Judy was relieved to find the brokerage office unoccupied.  She
	deliberately left the blinds drawn and re-locked the door so she
	wouldn't be bothered.  A note on her desk told her none of the other
	agents would be in.  With a weary sigh, she sank down on her chair.
	A sticky, wet coldness in her panties made her shudder.  She was
	oozing thick, gooey cum.  Steven Shein's cum.

	She decided not to do anything about it.  The discomfort seemed a
	just punishment for her whoring.  And that was exactly what it was,
	she told herself - whoring.  She had debased herself, used her body
	for material gain.  It was no better than what she would have had to
	do if she had kept her job at the bar.

	She reminded herself of the reason for what she had done.  It had
	been necessary.  It was a matter of life and death.  Yes, she had
	used her body, and yes, she had been unfaithful to her husband.
	But, it hadn't been her idea, it had been Shein's.

	Still, she had done what she had done.

	The only thing she could comfort herself with was her ultimate
	purpose.  She had improved Mark's chances of survival.  There was an
	uncomfortable "Catch 22" aura to the situation she found herself in.
	To save her husband's life, she had to be unfaithful to him.  To
	save her marriage, she had to break her marriage vows.

	Judy rubbed her forehead, fighting a headache. She consoled herself
	with the idea that she wouldn't have to be unfaithful again.  Steven
	Shein had admitted he was eager to sell, that he needed the cash.
	And she had his signature on the listing agreement, which was
	binding.  In the acres of fine print there were ways he could
	wriggle out of the agreement, but they weren't simple.  He could, of
	course, reject any of the offers she got on his property, but it
	wasn't likely he would.  Not if, as he said, he really needed the
	money.

	Judy's next task was to convince the potential buyer.  The sooner
	she managed that, the better. Technically, she was an employee of
	the agency. Technically, the listing agreement and her employment
	contract bound her to share the listing with the other employees of
	the agency.  She was entitled to the seller's commission, less a
	percentage to the agency.  If someone else found a buyer for Shein's
	house, they would get the buyer's commission.

	Judy needed both commissions.  So, it meant breaking the agency's
	rule.  She slipped the listing agreement under a stack of yellow
	legal pads in the bottom drawer of her desk.  Then, instead of
	filling out one of the five-by-eight cards that went into the
	central listing file, she reached for the telephone.  If she moved
	juickly enough on arranging the sale, she might get away with it.

	If she was found out, she would probably lose her job.  She would
	certainly lose all rights to any commissions from the deal.

	"Mr. Andrew McCarter, please," she said to the telephone.  "Mr.
	McCarter, this is Judy Penncroft of the Calder Agency.  I believe I
	have just what you want."  She nodded.  "It's not exactly what you
	specified, but I think when you see it, you'll like it."  She nodded
	again.  "The seller is asking more, but I'm sure we can talk him
	down to a million and a half."  Patiently, Judy nodded again.  "I
	know, I know that is more than you mentioned - not that much more,
	though.  I'm sure that you'll feel it's worth the extra money. It's
	an exclusive listing."

	"When can you see it?" Judy swore quietly to herself.  "I'll have to
	get back to you about when. . . . Yes, I'm sorry I can't arrange it
	immediately.  . . . The seller insists on an appointment.  I'll be
	right back in touch with you, Mr. McCarter. Thank you."

	"Shit!" Judy said loudly after hanging up the receiver.  She had
	completely forgotten to arrange with Shein about showing the house,
	she had been so flustered when she had left him.  Now she was going
	to have to call him.  The last thing she wanted to do was talk with
	him.

	Grimly, she picked up the receiver and dialed the Shein's number.

	"Mr. Shein, this is Mrs. Penncroft," she announced, deliberately
	being formal and distant.

	"No, I am not calling to arrange another morning workout," she
	informed him icily.  "I'm calling to arrange to show your house to a
	buyer I have in mind.  When would be convenient?"

	Judy flushed pink, then her knuckles whitened as her grip on the
	phone tightened.  "Mr. Shein, I have already given you that
	particular form of kickback.  I would appreciate it if, from now on,
	you would keep our relationship on a suitable businesslike basis.
	Now, when may I show the buyer the house?"

	Judy started to make a note on her desk calendar, then changed her
	mind.  She didn't want to leave written evidence of what she was
	doing right out on her desk top.  After carefully writing on a note
	pad, she tore the sheet of paper off.

	"Thank you, Mr. Shein.  You'll leave the key where?  Thank you."

	Judy sighed with relief after hanging up, then quickly dialed again.

	"Mr. McCarter?  Judy Penncroft again.  The seller will be out of
	town tomorrow afternoon and the house will be empty.  May I pick you
	up at your office about one o'clock . . .?  Very good, I'll see you
	tomorrow at one."

	After hanging up, Judy fiddled nervously with the note.  Then she
	folded it carefully in half and put it in her purse.  Then she
	slumped down in the chair, totally exhausted.  She had known when
	she had set out that morning it was going to be a difficult day.
	But it had become even more nerve-wracking than expected.

	As Judy slumped at her desk, her elbows pushing the blotter slowly
	across the polished wood, she became aware of the thick odor of sex
	that was drifting up from her crotch.  Instead of finding the aroma
	exciting the way she usually did, it made her feel sick.  She got up
	and went into the small washroom, and carefully locked the door.
	She hauled her soggy panties down and off. Tossing the scrap of
	nylon in the sink, she turned on the hot water.  While they were
	soaking she dampened a paper towel and hauled her skirt up to expose
	her pussy.  The hair was matted and stringy with partially dried
	cum.  Brisk scrubbing separated the twisted coils of curly pubic
	hair and left it bushy and resilient.

	The rubbing and stroking triggered a perverse wave of sexual
	excitement.  She remembered the feel of Steven Shein's stocky,
	sturdy cock in her vagina and bit her lip.  She hated to admit, even
	to herself, that she had enjoyed the encounter.

	After wiping the pale smooth flesh on the insides of her thighs
	clear of cum, Judy wadded up the paper towel.  The lid of the trash
	container banged and clattered.  After rinsing out her panties, Judy
	hung them over the light to dry and went back out to the empty
	office.  If someone did happen to come in, which wasn't likely, she
	could make a quick dash for the washroom and retrieve her panties.

	Pacing the office only increased Judy's awareness of her pantiless
	state.  Cool air touched her swollen tissues, reminding her of the
	caress of the cool water during her nude swim that morning.  She
	became aware of the exciting silken friction between her thighs, and
	remembered the hard, scratchy feel of Steven Shein between those
	same soft thighs.

	Judy tried to control the surge of sexual excitement her memories
	brought.  She stared out at the sunlit street.  It had been a fluke,
	and it wasn't going to happen again.  She had never been unfaithful
	to Mark before, and she wouldn't ever be again.  Even as ill as he
	was, he was all the man she needed, she told herself.

	But God, Shein's massive cock had felt good pistoning in and out of
	her hot hole.  It had been big, and delicious, and exciting.

	If Mark ever heard about what she had done, it would kill him.
	Disgusted with herself for dwelling on what had happened, and
	enjoying the reliving of it, Judy turned away from the window and
	went to get her panties.  It was going to be a strain to go home and
	face Mark and act as if nothing had happened, but she had to do
	exactly that.  After the fourth senseless circuit of the office to
	straighten something that didn't need straightening, Judy took a
	firm grip on herself and made it out the door.

	Perversely, this time the old car started on the first try.  Leaving
	the usual stinging blue cloud of oil behind her, Judy headed for
	home.

Chapter 3

	"Judy?  How'd it go?"

	Even though she had been expecting her husband's question, Judy
	hesitated for a split second.  She had never lied to Mark before.
	"Oh, all right.  I got the listing, just as I expected."

	But not the way I expected, she added silently to herself.

	She suddenly noticed the faint gleam of sweat on her husband's face.
	So soon?  Was it starting again so soon?  "How are you, darling?"
	she asked softly, bending over to give him a kiss.  She caught his
	faint, distinctive odor - the smell of a body slowly going sour.

	"Can't kick," he replied, half seriously.

	Judy frowned.  "Your knees again?"

	Mark grinned tightly, humorlessly.  "My knees, my ankles, my hips,
	my shoulders, my elbows. Hell, even my toes hurt."

	Judy settled down in his lap and cuddled him tenderly.  "Oh, Mark,"
	she said miserably.  "Maybe we should call and reschedule your
	appointment?"

	"And lop another half a week off my life?"

	Judy winced.  "With the listing I got today, if I line up the buyer,
	too, that'll do it."

	"Think it'll all pan out?"

	"It has to," she said quickly.

	"I don't know how you think you're going to do it," he commented
	innocently.

	Judy lurched guiltily, then snuggled against him, ignoring the
	clammy coldness of his skin. "Just be the best damn real estate
	agent in town."

	"And how many hours of work is that going to take?" he asked.
	"Judy, I want you with me as much as possible.  We don't have much
	time together left."

	Judy stiffened, angry.  His defeatist attitude rankled.  He was
	talking as if she was sure to lose him.

	"Mark, I'm working so we'll have each other forever," she argued.

	"The vows said 'Til death us do part,' nothing more," he reminded
	her.  "Death separates everyone sooner or later.  In our case it's
	going to be sooner."

	"No sooner than necessary."  She glared at him. "What's gotten into
	you?  You've never been a quitter."

	"I'm not quitting, I'm being quit," Mark replied sourly.  "I'm not
	pulling the plug, God and that damned Committee are pulling the
	plug."

	Judy surged up out of his lap, furious.  "Nobody's pulling the plug
	on you," she snapped. "I don't know why God has done what He's done,
	that's His business.  As for The Committee, they made what seems to
	them to be the best decision." She was pacing furiously back and
	forth in front of him.  "As for us, we are not giving up.  I am not
	giving up, and you are not giving up.  I am not going to let you
	give up.  We are going to fight and keep fighting until we get a
	dialysis machine!"

	And what I went through for you today is not going to be for
	nothing, she thought bitterly.

	Mark slumped wearily.  The sweat was thicker on his forehead.  It
	was forming shining beads. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he apologized
	weakly. "I guess the damn, damn itching is getting to me."

	Judy felt a surge of sympathy for him, but no regret for her
	outburst.  She knew it was getting harder and harder for him to
	fight, and she had to keep him going, any way she could.  Of all the
	symptoms of his disease, the worst was the itching.  He described it
	as a creepy, crawling sensation just under his skin, as if the flesh
	was softening and melting away.

	"Why don't you go get undressed?" she said softly.  "I'll run a bath
	for you, then I can give you a rubdown."

	"Okay, honey," he sighed, hauling himself up out of the chair.

	Judy watched him leave the room, then slumped down in the chair
	herself.  She covered her face with her hands and rubbed her eyes
	wearily. If she had been the crying type, she would have cried.
	Before all this had started, Mark had been brave and powerful and
	strong.  Bit by vicious bit he was being eaten away by the dread
	disease. His physical strength had rapidly vanished, and now his
	courage was fading, too.

	She knew, she had learned, that dialysis patients had the highest
	suicide rate in the country. Forever dependent on a stainless steel
	tank full of cellophane-like tubes and membranes, they suffered the
	tortures of the damned as poisons accumulated in their bloodstreams.
	The plastic tubes piercing their arms itched and ached, the skin
	around them ulcerated and tore no matter how careful they were.  The
	plastic shunts constantly had to be repaired and replaced.

	Added to that was the unending expense - three hundred dollars a
	treatment, one or two treatments a week.  And for Mark, because of
	his rare blood type, there was the additional problem of finding the
	blood needed to prime the machine.

	With a sigh, Judy got up.  At times, she felt almost as weary and
	beaten as her husband did. But, she couldn't give up - she wouldn't
	give up. This morning she had taken a step toward saving him.  It
	had been a step downward, true.  But she had done it, and she was
	glad she had.

	Mark was nude when he came into the bathroom.  Judy steadied him
	with one hand as he stepped into the cool water.  She carefully
	avoided noting how much more of his muscle tone had melted away.
	But she couldn't avoid eyeing his cock and mentally comparing it
	with Steven Shein's.  Mark's was longer when limp, though slightly
	smaller in diameter.

	The way it bobbed and weaved as he lowered himself into the water
	brought a brilliant memory of Shein's cock rolling and twisting
	during the impromptu backstroke race.

	"Feel good?" she asked, sitting on the edge of the tub.

	"Aaaahhh," Mark sighed.  His knees pushed up out of the water as he
	slid down and immersed his torso.  He threw her a grateful look.
	"You're getting your skirt wet," he pointed out.

	Judy glanced down.  "Doesn't matter, it needs washing anyway."

	"I'm sorry I'm falling apart," he apologized.  "I know you're trying
	awfully hard.  But the chances of getting enough money to get the
	dialysis unit are just plain pitiful.  And I'm tired of having a
	hope held out in front of me, like a carrot in front of an ass, and
	then snatched away.  And even if we somehow get the unit, how are we
	going to get the money to pay for running it?"

	"You'll be able to work again," she reminded him.

	Mark snorted.  "Sure.  High school athletic coaches really rake in
	the dough."

	"I'll be working too," she said determinedly, getting up from the
	edge of the tub.  "When you're done soaking, come on out and I'll
	give you a massage.  As for running the kidney machine, that's a
	bridge we can cross when we come to it."

	She went out to the bedroom and started to sit down on the bed, then
	remembered her skirt was wet.  After letting it drop around her
	ankles, she stepped out of it.  Wearing just her blouse and her
	panties, she sat down on the bed and waited for her husband.

	Wordlessly, Mark wandered in from the bathroom, a towel wrapped
	around his hips.  He flopped bonelessly, face down, on the bed.
	Sliding over until her hips pressed against his, Judy twisted and
	began kneading the tense muscles in his shoulders and neck.

	Mark grunted appreciatively as her strong, yet graceful fingers
	prodded and squeezed his souring flesh.  After working his shoulders
	over from the center outward, Judy began to work down his back.  Her
	hands were dwarfed by the expanse of flesh, making her task look
	almost endless. Judy wished that the task was endless.  She loved
	Mark, loved doing what she could for him, loved giving him pleasure.
	He had told her that cool baths and her thorough rubdowns were the
	only things, other than having the poisons purged from his blood,
	that eased the agony.

	At the small of his back, Judy was forced to twist awkwardly around.
	She got to her knees, then straddled Mark's thighs.  She tugged at
	the towel until it came free, unwrapped his hips, and exposed his
	hard white muscular ass.  With the same easy motion she had used on
	his back, she kneaded his buttocks, her thumbs probing into the
	hairy crack between them.  Then she worked her way down his thighs,
	finally finishing by rolling his hairy calves between her palms.

	Unstraddling him, she moved up next to his shoulders, hooked her
	hands under one of them and pulled.  Mark neither resisted her, nor
	helped her.  It took a huge effort on her part before she got him
	flopped over on his back.

	She noticed out of the corner of her eye that his cock was half
	erect.  She swallowed tightly. She wasn't horny, not after Steven
	Shein.  But she knew what the rubdown was inexorably leading to.  It
	always did.  She knew she couldn't break the pattern.

	After arranging Mark's arms out to the sides, as if he were being
	crucified, she straddled his hard, flat stomach.  She massaged the
	sides of his neck with the tips of her fingers, then bent down and
	gave him a gentle, tender kiss.  His torso felt warm and sturdy
	between her thighs and under her buttocks.  She gripped his flanks
	with her knees as if she were riding a horse.

	Finished with his neck, she proceeded down to his pectoral muscles.
	As she worked her way down from them, she slid her ass lower on his
	body.  She felt his cock jab her in the rear and lifted, then
	lowered herself on it.  It lay up against his belly, hard and stiff
	in the crack of her ass.

	As she massaged the muscles of Mark's solar plexus, he reached up
	and unbuttoned her blouse. Then he spread it open to bare the
	graceful, firm, pink-tipped mounds of her breasts.  His big hands
	formed a truly living bra for them, pressing them against her ribs,
	kneading and squeezing them.

	Judy felt the crotch of her panties get suddenly wet where it was
	stretched tight across her pussy.  She broke off her massage long
	enough to shed the blouse and dropped it off to one side of the bed.
	Then she sat up straight, her hands on her bare thighs.  Her spine
	was straight, her shoulders back - the graceful, controlled posture
	of a gymnast.

	Mark's eyes filled.  She looked like she was just past puberty:
	small, firm, pert breasts with tiny, tight, excited nipples.  He
	slid his hands up from her waist until his thumbs swept over the
	mounds of her breasts and scrubbed her sharp pink tits.

	"You still have your panties on," he informed her.

	"I'm not done yet," she said softly.

	"Oh?"

	"When I give a rubdown," she stated, "I give a rubdown."

	"Do all your customers get such personal attention?" Mark asked,
	smiling.

	Judy flinched.  "Certainly not, sir!" she snapped, in mock outrage.
	"Only the big tippers!" She rolled his cock against her tight bottom
	to emphasize the pun.

	Mark chuckled, and pushed his hips up slightly against her weight.
	He continued his tactile study of her tender, nubile breasts.

	Judy was bubbling with excitement from his touch, and the feel of
	his cock trapped under her ass.

	"If you will unhand the masseuse, she will continue her task," Judy
	commented at last.

	Reluctantly, Mark released her breasts.  Before letting go, his
	thumbs and fingers tugged gently at her nipples.

	Judy slid lower on her husband.  Looking down, she watched his cock
	peek out from under her. As she slid lower it looked as if she was
	growing a cock.

	She remembered Steven Shein's cock, then tried to put it out of her
	mind.  Shein's cock wasn't as long as Mark's, but was bigger around
	when erect.  Judy bit her lip.  Mark's innocent comments kept
	getting to her.  If she wasn't careful, she was bound to give her
	infidelity away.

	She dug her thumbs into Mark's belly, then massaged lower and lower,
	letting her hands follow the line where his thighs joined his body,
	an arrowhead that ended in his groin.  Mark's stomach muscles
	quivered and convulsed from the touch of her hands so close to his
	sexual organs.

	Judy slid her thumbs down between his thighs, under his balls, and
	lifted them gently.  She rolled them on her fingers, watching the
	way the heavy ovoids shifted in their sac.  Then, laying his sex
	glands back between his thighs, she stroked her thumbs up the length
	of his cock.  She felt it swell and quiver from the delicate,
	tantalizing stimulation.

	Mark was aware of the pressure of Judy's ass on his legs, the way
	her thighs and knees were gripping his.  He was watching the way her
	breasts shifted and quivered as she leaned over him, her arms
	pressing against the sides of her boobs to make the valley between
	them deeper and more exciting.  The feathery touch of her thumbs
	endlessly stroking the length of his cock, from base to tip, seemed
	to draw blood from every part of his body to the already bloated
	organ.  He felt a stinging wave of fire as his glands produced a
	flood of lubricant.  It oozed the length of the channel in his
	prick.  Then Judy deliberately smeared the liquid over his phallus.
	It made her thumbs slippery, changed the feel of her stroking, made
	it even more wildly sensuous.

	Judy wriggled her ass lower, and leaned farther forward over Mark's
	groin.  The tight crotch of her panties felt chill and sticky from
	her own excitement.  But she wasn't going to take his cock in her
	vagina.  Her conscience told her that she didn't deserve that joy
	after what she had done with Shein.  Instead, she would concentrate
	on giving Mark all the pleasure she knew how.

	She lifted his cock with her fingers and lowered her head to it.
	The tips of her breasts brushed his big thighs as she neared her
	goal. She opened her lips, carefully wrapped them around the head of
	his phallus, and drew her head upward, letting his prick slide from
	her pursed lips.

	She immediately lowered her head again, and took his cock further
	into her mouth.  She added the stimulation of her tongue this time.
	Her mouth was filled with the salty taste of his fluids, her nose
	was engulfed in the musky smell of sex.

	She bobbed her head, taking more and more and more of the hot, heavy
	tower of flesh into her mouth, pressing and massaging it with her
	lips and tongue.  She scrubbed the hot tips of her breasts against
	Mark's hairy thighs.  Her nipples burned with lust.  She clutched
	his legs between her thighs tightly, loving the feel of his strong,
	hard flesh against her tender skin.

	Her eyes closed, she sucked and sucked and sucked her husband's
	cock, taking it as deeply into her as she could without gagging.
	With her hands she stimulated the part of the shaft she couldn't get
	in her mouth, matching the stroking of her fingers to the moves of
	her head, tugging and stretching the loose skin over the hard inner
	core of his phallus.

	Mark's entire being was focused on the feel of Judy's sweet young
	mouth massaging his erect prick.  Her tongue was a velvet mass
	pressing and scrubbing the most sensitive spot on the underside of
	his prick, making his groin burn and ache with lust.  Her lips, a
	hot, wet ring around the shaft, were excitingly different from a
	vaginal embrace.  And the way she pulled and stretched the skin of
	his phallus near the base, with her fingers, gave the impression she
	had taken the entire towering organ down her throat.

	Streams of fire seemed to be pouring through Mark's body, funneling
	straight to his groin to form a simmering pool.  From time to time
	he lifted his head and looked down the length of his body.  He loved
	seeing Judy's face spitted on his cock, loved to watch her devour
	his towering organ.  Then the muscles of his neck would tire and he
	would drop his head back on the bed.

	Judy's own guts were burning up with unfulfilled lust.  She truly
	loved sucking Mark's cock, even though it left her own vagina empty
	and hungry.  And this time her lack of fulfillment seemed only just
	in view of her infidelity.

	She took another fraction of Mark's cock in her mouth, to the back
	of her tongue.  Then she slid the fingers of one hand down under his
	balls and lifted them gently.  She scratched high on the underside
	of his scrotum, tickled the hot pocket between his thighs.

	She felt his testicles drawing up toward his body.  She thought of
	cannonballs drawing near the breech of a big gun, knew they were
	getting ready to unload their burden down the barrel of Mark's cock.

	Mark's hips were heaving now, thrusting his prick at his wife's
	face, jamming it into her.  He tried to hold back, to keep from
	forcing his phallus too deeply into her mouth, knowing it would make
	her gag if he did.  She helped restrain his thrusting hips by
	pinning his thighs down with her warm, soft torso.  He could feel
	her tits, hard knots, digging into his thighs.

	Judy matched the bobbing of her head to the flexing of Mark's hips.
	She took as much of his cock in her mouth as she dared - as much as
	experience had taught her that she could without choking.  As the
	violence of Mark's heaving increased, Judy speeded the moves of her
	head.

	He thrust upward, and, simultaneously, Judy pushed her head
	downward.  With the fingers of one hand she tugged gently on the
	saliva-coated skin of his prick.  With the fingers of the other
	hand, she pressed against the hard pulsing ridge behind his balls.
	She felt that ridge tremble, felt the semen rush the length of his
	prick.

	A heavy wad of cum spurted from his phallus into her throat, making
	her swallow reflexively. She began sucking and swallowing
	frantically as wave after wave of semen spasmed into her mouth.  She
	felt each hot gob of fluid pour down into her belly to form a warm,
	muscle-knotting pool in her stomach, which she had never let it do
	before.  She had let his cock spurt into empty air, or she had taken
	his semen in her mouth and then spat it out.  This time she was
	swallowing it as penance.

	She found she enjoyed it, enjoyed ingesting the thick, creamy
	liquid.  The massaging and squirming of her tongue as she swallowed
	kept his cumming going on and on and on, until at last his prick was
	pumping drily in her mouth, its reserves of cum exhausted.  Slowly,
	the convulsing died away and the organ between her teeth began to
	shrivel and soften.

	Judy spat it out, then laid her head down, Mark's wiry pubic hair
	brushing her cheek, the cum and saliva-coated mass of his prick
	against her ear.  She lay there for a long time - until the last
	hungry convulsions of her empty vagina died away.  She had had an
	orgasm in spite of herself.

	At last she pushed up, about to say something to Mark.  The sight of
	his sleep-placid face stopped her.  He had dozed off while she had
	been cuddling him.

	Judy dismounted carefully, trying not to shake or jostle the bed.
	Mark shifted slightly, then began snoring easily again.  Judy's
	panties were soaked for the second time that day.  She stripped them
	down her legs and off.  Then she caught sight of herself in the
	full-length mirror.  For a moment she studied her trim young body in
	profile - a series of graceful feminine curves and smooth pale skin.

	"Breasts too small," Judy muttered, irritated with herself for her
	narcissism.  She pulled on her bathrobe and went to get dinner
	started.  As she worked in the kitchen, her mind kept going back to
	her infidelity, dwelling on it no matter what she did.

	While Mark had been suffering at home, she had been screwing around
	with a strange man, with total abandon.  New waves of disgust
	flooded her.  Even when she reminded herself that she had gotten the
	listing, her guilt was a sharp knife in her guts.

	How could she have done that to Mark?  And how could she have
	enjoyed it so much?  She couldn't deny that the orgasm Shein had
	given her was every bit as good as any she had ever gotten from
	Mark.

	"How's the sexiest chef in the world?" Mark asked, wrapping his arms
	around her.  He slid one hand inside the front of her robe and
	cupped her breast.

	Judy lurched with surprise, and guilt, then leaned back against him
	for a delicious, fleeting moment.  "She's going to burn something if
	her husband doesn't unhand her."

	"Humph," he grunted, giving the side of her neck a kiss.

	"Have a nice nap?" she asked after he let her go.

	"Ummm hmmm," he acknowledged.

	"Feeling better?"

	"For now . . ."

	Judy bit her lip.  She knew what the rest of the statement was -
	"Wish it could last."

	"What's for dinner?" Mark asked at last.

	"Chili."

	"Again?"

	"On rice.  Makes the meat go farther."

	"Goody, goody," Mark sighed.  "Christ, I wish I could have a drink!"

	Judy shook her head.  "No."

	"I know.  No alcohol, no coffee, no tea, no cola beverages," Mark
	recited grimly.  "I never have smoked.  What's left in life,
	anyway?"

	"Sex, of course," Judy answered easily, carrying the food to the
	table.

	"Thank God for that," Mark said heartily, pulling his chair out.  He
	stared pensively at his plate.

	On a sudden impulse, Judy bowed her head and did something she
	hadn't done since she was a child.  "For that which we are about to
	receive, we thank Thee," she muttered.  "Amen."  And God forgive me
	for what I have done, she added silently.

	Mark looked startled.  "Grace?" he asked in surprise.

	Judy shrugged, not meeting his eyes.  "Thought we might as well get
	all the help we can," she answered.

	Mark began eating.  "You really think you can pull off this real
	estate deal?" he asked between bites.

	Judy picked at her dinner.  "I have to."

	"I know you have to," Mark replied.  "But do you think you can?"

	Judy slapped her spoon onto the steaming plate of chili and rice as
	if she were trying to kill it. "I have got to do it!  I will do it!
	I will, I will, I will!"

	"Okay, okay," Mark soothed.

	"Sorry," she apologized.

	He touched her hand tenderly.  "It's all right. God, I wish I could
	tell you, or show you, just how much it all means to me - all the
	things you've done for me."

	The knife turned in Judy's guilt-ridden guts. "Just keep on living,
	that's all I ask.  If-if you go and die on me, I'll never speak to
	you again!"

	Mark smiled.  They had made that joke before. "When do you meet with
	the buyer?" he asked.

	"Tomorrow at one," she answered.  "I'm going to show him the house
	then."

	"How are the chances?" he asked.  "Honest injun."

	Judy shook her head.  "I don't know.  Mr. McCarter wants something a
	little more traditional. The Shein place is very modern.  It is the
	right size, and it has a pool, and an incredible view. The price is
	a little high.  I don't know."

	They were both silent for a while.

	"But I've got to sell it!  I've just got to!" she said softly.

	They finished dinner in silence.

Chapter 4

	"Are you sure you'll be all right?" Judy asked, concerned.

	"I'll be all right!" Mark snapped.  "Go on, get the hell out of
	here."

	"But . . ."

	"If you don't go, you'll lose the sale for sure," Mark argued.  "And
	if you do, what will happen to me then will make today look like a
	tea party. Right?"

	"Yes," she agreed softly.  "But still . . ."

	"Go," he snorted.  "Go.  There's nothing you can do for me here
	anyway.  Now go, already, before you're late."

	Judy opened her mouth, then closed it.  There was nothing to say.
	Her feet dragging, she turned, picked up her purse and left the
	house.  Once behind the wheel of the car, she sobbed once.  Furious
	with herself, she coaxed the car to life, blinking back her tears.

	Mark was being consumed by a terrible agony. They were stretching
	the time between treatments much too far, and they both knew it.
	They were buying desperately needed time, but at a dreadful cost to
	Mark.

	Judy had wanted to get an emergency appointment and take Mark to the
	hospital today.  This time, though, he was the strong one, and
	refused. He insisted that the situation with McCarter and Shein was
	too delicate to risk any postponements or cancellations of
	appointments.  Judy knew he was right, which made what she had to do
	harder.

	She fogged the streets with pollution as she headed for her
	rendezvous with McCarter.  He was waiting in front of his office
	when she pulled up and double-parked.

	"Here I am, Mr. McCarter," she called out cheerily, leaning across
	the seat.

	The well-dressed man eyed her car dubiously. "Would it be better if
	we took my car?" he asked.

	Judy studied him.  His wavy red hair was meticulously arranged.  He
	was a big, strapping Irishman, or at least Irish-looking, with fair
	skin and freckles and blue eyes.  His lightweight suit was
	beautifully and expensively tailored, the shirt and tie color
	coordinated.  Definitely an impressive man.

	"Okay," he agreed, opening the door.  It let out a groan of protest.

	"Just look out for that broken spring," she warned, motioning toward
	the sharp wire sticking up from the center of the seat.

	Andrew McCarter leaned tentatively against the door, then checked
	that it was closed tightly before putting his full weight against
	it.  As she pulled out into the traffic, Judy was conscious of the
	man's careful appraisal of her.

	"Must inhibit snuggling at the drive-in," McCarter commented.

	"What?" Judy asked, puzzled.

	"The broken spring," McCarter explained. "Must get in the way when
	you're with your husband."

	"Oh, we use the back seat," Judy said absently. Then she realized
	what she had said and blushed furiously.

	"Ah ha," the red-haired man responded with a grin.

	Judy changed the subject.  "I'm sure you'll be pleased with the
	house," she said.  "It is a bit more modern than you indicated, I
	admit.  But it has all the features you asked for, including a
	swimming pool."

	"The cost is a little high," he noted.

	"I think it's worth it," Judy stated confidently, guiding the car
	around a corner.  The engine labored as they headed up into the
	hills.  "I'm certain you'll find it worth the extra money."

	"Mmmmm," McCarter replied noncommittally, watching the scenery.

	When his eyes shifted back to Judy, she felt it and fought the urge
	to squirm.  Fearful of babbling unnecessarily, she held her tongue.
	Her small size made it necessary for her to sit up very straight to
	see out of the car.  She knew he was studying her trim torso and the
	way her blouse molded to her breasts.  As usual, she wore no bra.
	She felt a hot flush burn her cheeks.

	It was a relief when they reached the Shein house.  She located the
	key where Mr. Shein had left it and managed to unlock the big door.
	Pushing it open, she stepped aside to let McCarter go first.

	He held back.  "It's very modern," he noted.

	"But very comfortable," Judy countered quickly.  "There's none of
	the coldness or sterility you find in most contemporary houses."

	"We'll see," McCarter replied.  He stepped through the big doorway.

	She escorted him through the house, saying no more than she had to.
	Her brief experience at selling houses had convinced her it was
	better to let the house itself do the talking.  She tried to gauge
	the big man's mood, but wasn't successful. She found herself
	wondering just how he would look without any clothes on, and blushed
	again. Andrew McCarter was impressive - over six feet tall and very
	well built.  He appeared very trim, he must work to keep himself in
	shape.  His shoulders were broad, his belly firm, with no hint of a
	paunch.

	Finally they wandered out along the length of the deck surrounding
	the pool.  McCarter leaned his big hands on the railing and looked
	out over the valley.  There was a thirty foot drop to the hillside
	below.

	"Very impressive," he acknowledged.

	Judy had her back on the scenery.  She was more interested in what
	was going on in Andrew McCarter's head.  She leaned back against the
	railing, her hands gripping the redwood behind her.  She had her
	graceful legs crossed.  The breeze from the valley stirred her short
	skirt and teased the hair at the back of her neck gently.

	"I think the view alone is worth a million dollars," she commented.

	McCarter looked sideways at her.  His eyes swept down the graceful
	line of her body.  "Which view?" he asked.

	Judy resisted the urge to fold her arms defensively across her
	breasts, and held her pose. "That one," she replied with a toss of
	her head.

	"What about this one," he countered, nodding in her direction.

	Judy felt herself flushing slightly.  "I'm hardly the judge of
	that," she answered carefully.

	"Well spoken," he told her with a smile. "What's in this deal for
	you?"

	"Huh?  My usual commission.  That's all," Judy answered, her fingers
	gripping the rail tightly.

	"What if I told you I'd give you the same commission, even if you
	could get the price lower?" the red-haired man asked carefully.

	Judy took a deep breath, and felt her nipples rub the inside of her
	blouse.  Her tits stiffened sharply.  She didn't glance down, but
	saw McCarter's eyes slide to her breasts and knew it showed.

	"That would be unethical - illegal, in fact," she replied.

	"Hmm," the man acknowledged wordlessly.  His eyes were still on her
	breasts.

	Judy took a deep breath, and straightened her back a fraction.
	Inside, she was shaking.  "Besides, it's impossible," she explained.
	"The seller will not go below a million and a half."

	"And you think it's worth it," he observed, shifting his gaze to her
	face.

	Judy was wrestling with herself.  McCarter was poised on a knife
	edge, ready to tumble either way.  She knew what she was going to
	have to do in order to get the sale.  Inside she was a mixture of
	shame, disgust, and, undeniably, excitement.

	"Why don't we go inside and look at the house again," she suggested
	softly.

	"Including the master bedroom?" the man asked.

	"We might even start there," Judy answered. She led the way across
	the deck to the sliding glass doors that opened out onto the deck
	from the master bedroom.  It was on the outer end of one leg of the
	horseshoe.  It had windows on three sides, and was suspended out
	over the valley.  In the center of the room was a king-sized bed.

	In the air-conditioned coolness, Judy turned to face Andrew
	McCarter.  Kicking off her sandals, she went up very close to him
	and unbuttoned his suit jacket.  Spreading it open, she brushed his
	firm, strong torso with gentle fingers.  It was, she reflected, much
	easier the second time.

	"What do you think?" she asked softly.  "Is it worth it?" She tipped
	her head back and looked into his frank blue eyes.

	"It's still just a little soon to say for sure," he countered.

	"True," Judy agreed.  She carefully eased his jacket back off his
	shoulders and down his arms. She hung it carefully over the back of
	a nearby chair.  "But, I'm confident you'll agree with me in the
	end," she told him.

	She released his sapphire tie clasp, then attacked the neat knot at
	his throat.  As she did, his strong hands gripped her shoulders,
	then slid down to her ribs.  His fingers squeezed her, as if he was
	testing the durability of her diminutive body.

	"I am not a china doll," she informed him with a calmness that
	belied her inner turmoil. She stripped off his tie and hung it with
	the jacket.

	Her fingers trembled slightly as she unbuttoned his shirt, and
	exposed his chest, freckled and bearing a sparse growth of curly
	auburn hair.

	He stroked his thumbs up over the gentle mounds of her breasts,
	pressing them through the smooth, cool fabric of her blouse.  Her
	nipples were palpable hard lumps under the cloth.  As he tormented
	those delicate buds, he marveled at the slight woman that was
	undressing him.  She had interested him from the first time he had
	met her.  When he had begun the banter out on the deck, he had had
	little hope that it would actually get him this far.  Now that it
	had, he wondered about the house, and the woman he was fondling.
	She was right, the house was worth it. Now, he was about to find out
	if she was.  Her petite, fine-boned form in his strong hands excited
	him immensely.

	Judy spread his shirt open, running her fingers through the almost
	kinky hair, brushing them over his nipples.  Then she leaned forward
	and nibbled at his chest, her working lips finding and nuzzling one
	of his nipples.  She ran her tongue around it, tasting his sweat.
	Suddenly she became conscious of his masculine cologne.  A chill
	struck through her as the pleasant smell reminded her of the sour
	scent of Mark's decaying body.

	Pulling away, Judy pushed the shirt back off Andrew McCarter's broad
	shoulders.  As she did, he began unbuttoning her blouse.  He paused
	a moment while she carefully hung his shirt up. Somehow, Judy knew
	she had to be meticulously careful with his clothes.

	She found herself thinking about Mark.  She was worried about him.
	He had been in a terrible state when she had left.

	"Beautiful," Andrew McCarter commented, stripping Judy's blouse off
	her.  As he dropped it, his eyes swept over Judy's graceful, slender
	torso, pausing on the tips of her breasts, the line of her
	collarbone, the flatness of her stomach.

	Judy couldn't meet his eyes.  She hung her head slightly as he
	studied her.  She wasn't ashamed of her body, but she was ashamed of
	what she was doing with it.  She suppressed a shiver.

	She tried to ignore her regrets and reached for his belt.  The
	silver buckle clinked musically when she unfastened it.  She
	unzipped his slacks and the fly spread open.  The thrust of his cock
	pushed his underpants out.  His hands were on her again, stroking
	and petting her silken skin, making her whole body burn with lust.

	She wondered if whores felt like this with their customers.  She had
	heard that to them, a fuck was nothing more than just business.
	Didn't they get hot, burn with passion?  Why should she be any
	better than a common prostitute, any different from a call girl?
	Because she was enjoying what she was doing!!!

	She knelt and eased off Mr. McCarter's Gucci loafers, then tugged
	his pants down.  After he had stepped out of them, she carefully
	shook them out as she stood up, then turned to drape them over the
	chair.

	He took the opportunity to unfasten her skirt. It fell around her
	ankles and she was left in just her filmy panties.

	By unspoken agreement, they faced each other as they reached for
	each other's last garment. Hands slipped inside underpants and
	panties, and they were pushed lower and lower and lower. Judy's dark
	pubic bush eased into view, as did McCarter's dark red one.  His
	cock leaped free of his underpants, stabbing straight at Judy's
	flat, pulsing belly.

	Then they were both nude, standing there inches apart.  McCarter
	swept Judy up against him, feeling the soft, yielding warmth of her
	small body against his, feeling his cock slide upward along her
	belly.  He lowered his mouth to hers for a demanding kiss.

	Judy spread her graceful, slender thighs and clasped one of
	McCarter's big ones between them. She scrubbed her wiry bush along
	his leg, grinding her crotch against him.  Her tongue met and dueled
	with his.  Then she was off her feet, being carried while the
	embrace and the kiss went on, their legs tangling at every step.
	They sank down together on the cool covers of the huge bed. Judy had
	a fleeting worry.  What if they stained the covers?  Shein would
	discover what they had done.  He would be furious!

	Then big hands were fondling and probing and touching her as she
	sprawled on her back on the bed, and lust made her forget everything
	else. There was no pretending to her lust.  McCarter was quickly
	discovering all the erogenous zones on her passionate, responsive
	body - her breasts and belly, the insides of her thighs.  And he
	wasn't gentle.  He bruised her with his strength and size. He played
	with her the way a cat might play with a mouse, tumbling and
	punishing her on the big bed.  And she loved it.

	She was being driven mad by his attentions. He twisted her nipples
	one after the other and her breasts burst into flame.  A hand
	pressed into her tender belly hard, and her body writhed in
	desperate, eager response, her fingers clawing blindly at the bed.

	Suddenly, he stopped touching her.  Judy's eyes snapped open with
	surprise and she rolled her head to look at him.  He was lying
	languidly on his side, peacefully studying her with steady blue
	eyes.  His hair wasn't even mussed.  The only sign of his interest
	in her was his monstrous erection. His cock looked larger in
	diameter than Shein's stocky one, and longer than Mark's.  The pale
	skin of the huge tower gleamed like ivory against the lush red of
	his pubic bush.

	"Wh-what's the matter?" Judy croaked out. She was screaming with
	passion, and frightened at the sudden inactivity.

	"I'm curious," the man answered.  "I'm wondering what makes you
	tick."

	"Huh?"

	"Why are you doing this?" he asked, a sweep of his arm encompassing
	her gracefully nude body. "I know you get a commission on the sale,
	but so what?  What would make Mrs. Penncroft go to such great
	lengths for that commission?"

	Judy was shaken by the man's total control. Why wasn't he pounding
	that big cock into her? Was she going to lose him now?  "I don't see
	why that should concern you," she answered softly. Her chest was
	still heaving with excitement.

	"No reason," he admitted.  "I just wondered."

	Something made Judy decide to keep her secret from him.  "Well, I
	don't intend to answer your question," she informed him.  "Assuming,
	that is, that there is an answer to it."  Then she posed, arching
	and stretching her lithe body like a healthy animal, to let him see
	how excited she was.  "So come here and take me," she said softly.

	McCarter shook his head.  "No.  Not until you tell me the reason.
	I'm certain that there is a reason for it, a very good reason.
	You're not the type for a casual lay, Mrs. Penncroft."

	"You can't make me say anything I don't want to," Judy whispered,
	frightened.

	"Ah, but I can, and I will," the red-haired man replied confidently.

	Judy stared at him, wide-eyed.  This wasn't the way things were
	supposed to go at all.

	McCarter's hand gripped her wrist, tightly but not painfully, and
	pinned her arm to the bed.

	"What are you going to do?" Judy asked fearfully, suddenly realizing
	how completely at the man's mercy she was.  She crossed her other
	arm across her breasts, bent her leg and used it to shield her sex
	as best she could.

	McCarter brushed aside her shielding arm with insolent ease, and his
	big hand closed on one tender breast.  His hand was so large it
	completely covered the diminutive pink and white mound.

	Judy froze, stopped breathing, terrified he was planning to hurt
	her.

	Andrew McCarter squeezed and massaged her breast gently.  The
	softness and tenderness were delectable.  He could see her taut
	nipple poking between two of his fingers, seeking escape.  "I'm
	going to have you begging me to screw you," he informed her softly.
	"I'm going to have you so horny you'd sell your own mother out to
	get my cock in your pussy, And before I give you what you want,
	you'll have to tell me the truth."

	Judy felt a perverse flash of sexual excitement at this
	announcement.  The thought of being a sexual toy, totally at a man's
	mercy, was incredibly exciting.

	"Never," she croaked in a hoarse whisper.

	McCarter smiled confidently at her brave challenge.  He knew she was
	daring him to try, that she was looking forward to it as much as he
	was. He closed his fingers on the peak of her tit and tugged,
	pulling her breast upward into a perfect cone.  When the nipple
	slipped from between his fingers, her breast rebounded to its usual
	firm rounded shape.  The nipple, however, was sharper and harder
	than it had been.  Her flat stomach was sucked in with excitement,
	her chest was heaving with her erratic breathing.  Still holding one
	of her wrists, still immobilizing that arm, he repeated the torture
	on her other breast.

	Judy's eyes closed.  She suddenly realized just how exquisite this
	torment was going to be.  Because, the more she tried to fight down
	her sexual need, to control it, the more she was aroused by his
	stimulation.  It was like trying not to think of food when you're
	hungry, every attempt only reminding you of what you're trying not
	to think of.  Judy was aware of the scratchy feel of the bed covers
	under her naked body, the feel of the machine-cooled air on her bare
	skin.

	Her nipples were pulsing from the tugging McCarter had given them.
	Both breasts felt swollen and full, were aching with a wild need.
	Judy clenched her hands on the bedspread.  She licked suddenly dry
	lips.

	McCarter smiled confidently at the evidence of her growing lust.
	And he had barely started on her, too.  Her mouth was slack as she
	rolled her head gently.  She was an exquisite woman, perfectly
	proportioned and delightfully youthful.

	Leaning forward, he sought one of her breasts with his mouth.  First
	he just brushed her nipple with partially opened lips.  He felt her
	whole body shudder in response.  Teasingly, he blew on her tit.
	Then his tongue speared out and licked the turgid little nubbin,
	batting it with the tip of his tongue, feeling it bounce and rebound
	like it was made of rubber.  She tasted young and fresh and sweet.

	The red-haired man closed his lips around her nipple and sucked it
	into his mouth.  Lifting his head slightly, he drew her breast
	upward much as he had before with his hand.  He tongued her tit as
	he sucked on it.  He let his teeth close on the nerve-loaded button
	and worried it carefully with them.  He heard Judy suck in a ragged
	gasp. Shifting his jaw back and forth he rolled her nipple between
	his teeth, and felt Judy begin to writhe, felt the bed shifting as
	her legs thrashed.

	He released her breast and lifted his head so he could look at her.
	Her chest was heaving.  She was rolling her head from side to side,
	and he knew it wasn't in denial of him.  Her cheeks were flushed
	with passion, her face twisted almost as if she were in pain.  But
	it wasn't pain, it was naked, animal lust.

	He lowered his mouth to her other breast and drew as much of that
	delicate mound into his mouth as he could.  At the same time, he
	slid his free hand down her flat torso, down toward her pubic vee.
	But he didn't go all the way there - he paused to probe one finger
	deeply into her navel.

	Judy felt blood rushing to her breast as the man sucked on it.  His
	tongue rasped over her nipple like sandpaper, building the fires in
	her helpless body still higher.

	"No," she moaned raggedly.  It was a futile denial, one that she
	doubted he had even heard.

	She felt his hand, strong and hard and rough, stroking down her
	tensed belly, and her hips heaved and shifted restlessly.  She
	thought he was going for her pussy, and wasn't sure if she wanted
	him to yet or not.  Then, when he stopped at her navel, she
	whimpered softly.  His finger poked into her belly button, and
	Judy's body convulsed involuntarily.  He drilled his finger deep
	into her stomach, and an incredible sexual itch erupted deep in her
	body.  It was unlike anything she had ever felt before in her life.
	That single drilling thrust into her navel, a thrust she would have
	expected to hurt, set off an unbelievable itching deep in the heart
	of her sexual organs, an itching she knew there was only one way to
	scratch.

	"Aaaaahhhh, God!" she yelled in shock.

	McCarter felt a surge of triumph at her cry. She hadn't seen
	anything yet.  He twisted his finger in her belly, wiggled it in her
	guts, and felt her body heave wildly.  He continued sucking and
	devouring her small firm breast, sinking his teeth into the tender
	mound while mangling its tip with his tongue.

	Instinctively, Judy's free arm swept up and around.  She found the
	back of the man's head and tangled her fingers in his hair.  She
	forced his face down on her breast, hard.  Her hips were twisting
	and rolling.  In the brightly lighted bedroom of Steven Shein's
	house, the layers of civilization were being stripped off of Judy
	Penncroft.

	Andrew McCarter lifted his head, leaving her breast shining with his
	saliva, and the pink imprint of his teeth on the pale mound.  Her
	nipple was swollen with blood.  "Well?" he asked.

	"No," Judy croaked.  Why was she saying that? Was she saying it to
	deny him the knowledge he was seeking, or was she saying it to make
	certain that he would continue his delicious torture of her?  Her
	tattered intellect couldn't answer that disquieting question so she
	ignored it.

	"Waaaahhhh," Judy hooted as McCarter withdrew his finger from her
	navel.  The fiery itch in her pussy didn't depart with it, but
	stayed to torment her.

	McCarter was glad she hadn't given in.  That would have been
	disappointing.  He had a great deal more in store for her.  He slid
	his hand southward, watching as it drew near Judy's thick, black
	bush.  Her pubic hairs were curly and frizzy, a dense kinky mass
	that was cut off cleanly across the top.  Probably she had to shave
	her belly to wear a bikini.  He combed his fingers through the
	curls, tugging them out straight, then watching them spring back.
	He tugged on one strand, watching it pull at her skin as he did. He
	watched the uneven panting of her chest as he toyed with her bush.

	Judy's lust built and built.  Why didn't he lower his fingers just a
	little more?  Why didn't he probe her hot pussy, pry into her
	dripping slit? Maybe the touch of his hand would end the desperate
	fiery itching in her guts?  Judy heaved her hips upward, trying to
	encourage him, but it was a wasted effort.  He kept his hand
	tantalizingly distant from her sexual organs.

	The big man grinned at the way she was blindly seeking relief.  He
	loved the way the muscles in her belly and thighs tightened to lift
	her hips upward, grind her pelvis against his hand.  The blind mouth
	of her pussy was seeking his fingers hungrily.  By lifting his head
	a little higher, he could see her pouting, bulging labia through her
	curling hair.  There was even a flash of pink where the inner labia
	were distended with blood and protruding slightly from her hairy
	slit.

	Judy suddenly realized both her hands were free.  She reached out
	with the one McCarter had been holding, and the back of her fingers
	bumped against his strong, hard stomach.  He lay on his side next to
	her.  Her fingers brushed through curly, wiry hair, then touched a
	heavy, hard shaft.  There, that was what she wanted, that was what
	she needed.  She curled her fingers around it, and felt the velvety
	skin slide over the rigid, rippled core, felt the bulging veins
	shifting under the skin.  She explored the tower with her fingers.
	Suddenly, as she slid her fingers over the rubbery glans, her hand
	was slippery and sticky.

	"Want it?" McCarter asked softly.

	"Yes," Judy said in a croaking gasp.

	"Then talk," he ordered.

	"No!" Judy yelled defiantly.

	Delicately, McCarter teased one finger between her labia and found
	her hard little button.  He touched it very, very delicately,
	anticipating and avoiding the convulsive heave of her hips.

	"Aaawww," Judy moaned at the feathery, blistering touch on her
	clitoris.

	"Why are you doing this?" McCarter asked.

	Judy didn't trust her voice any longer.  She rolled her head from
	side to side in desperate denial.  There was a second searing touch
	on her clitoris and her body heaved as if it had received an
	electric shock.

	"Please," she mumbled.

	"Tell me," he insisted.  He flicked her clitoris with his fingertip,
	battered the excited, erect button.

	"Pleeezzzeee," Judy wailed.  Her entire body was bathed in fiery
	need.  She squeezed the cock in her hand and pulled on it, trying to
	pull it to the entrance of her ravenous vagina.

	"Why-are-you-doing-this?" McCarter repeated, emphasizing each word
	by flicking his finger against her clit.

	"Aah-ah-ah-ah-aaahhhhhh," Judy wailed. "Aaawwww, don't torture me.
	I'm yours, anything you want, just take me," she pleaded.

	"Why?" McCarter demanded again, still pulverizing her clitoris.

	Judy rolled her head from side to side.  Her jaw was working
	mindlessly.

	"WHY?" he rapped out sharply.  Then he jerked his hand away from her
	pussy.

	"Wwwaaaahhhh!" Judy felt as if she had been doused with a bucket of
	ice water.  Where there had been searing, agonizing stimulation,
	suddenly there was nothing!  Which was ten times worse than what she
	had been enduring.  "It's because of Mark," she erupted.  "My
	husband, Mark, he's dying unless we can get the money," she babbled.
	"He needs a kidney machine."

	Triumphant, the big man pressed his whole hand down on Judy's
	dripping, starving pussy. He probed his longest finger into her
	vagina and was amazed at the flood of juices that greeted it.  He
	cupped and pressed her pussy and wiggled his finger in her soaking,
	clinging wet hole.

	Judy had lost, and she knew it.  She rolled toward the victor and
	pushed him over on his back. She squirmed her petite, lithe body
	over his huge muscular frame, clinging to him with arms and legs,
	nibbling at his mouth and chin.  Then, straddling him, she pushed
	herself upright.  With frantic hunger, she gripped his phallus and
	held it perpendicular to his body.  She positioned her pussy over
	it, lowered herself until it nestled at the entrance of her vagina.
	Her face became a blank mask of pure engulfing passion as she
	lowered herself on the monster tower of pink and white flesh,
	driving it up into her darkly bushed sex.  She spitted herself on it
	with total abandon. She felt it drive deep, deep into her grasping,
	dripping vagina, felt it spread the velvety walls, felt it stuff her
	full.

	"Aaaaawwww," she sighed happily as she settled her hips down on
	McCarter, his prick totally in her vagina.

	When she finally adjusted to having the fullness she had so
	desperately needed, she opened her eyes and looked down at the man
	under her. He had his hands behind his head, and was grinning at
	her.  "You bastard," she hissed.

	"Tut-tut," he chided.

	"If I didn't need you so damn much, I'd leave right now," she told
	him.  "You'd be walking bowlegged for a month."

	"I sure as hell would," he acknowledged.

	"You admit it?" she asked, surprised.

	"You think it was easy on me?" he retorted. Then he frowned.  "I'm
	sorry about your husband."

	"Forget about my husband," Judy snapped. "All that matters right now
	is this."  She lifted off him, feeling his prick slide from her,
	then dropped back down on him with a soggy squishing sound.

	"You're right."

	"Now I'm going to give you a fucking like you never had before in
	your life," she growled. She lifted and dropped again.  His cock
	felt like a telephone pole in her guts.  Leaning forward, she lifted
	and dropped again, and again, and again.  Her pelvis rocked forward
	and back, making his phallus drive into her at exciting angles, push
	and tug at the walls of her vagina.

	McCarter's face was shining with sweat.  He was more than ready for
	action.  It had taken incredible self-control to keep from leaping
	on this delicious woman long ago and pounding his cock into her
	slender body.  He was sorry about her husband.  He felt a twinge of
	regret he had brought the matter up at all.  But his regret was
	washed away in a surge of pleasure as his cock slid past the walls
	of her pussy.  His hips lifted and he drove up as she came down on
	him.  Their bodies collided in mid-air and rebounded.  Bouncing his
	hips off the mattress, using the thrust of the springs to increase
	his thrust, he slammed up against Judy even harder.

	Judy felt the shock go straight up her spine to her head.  Her jaw
	snapped shut as a blast of lust geysered through her from the
	impact.  She reached down between them with the fingers of her right
	hand and diddled her clitoris, increasing her pleasure still more.
	Then the man she was screwing caught on to what she was doing, and
	brushed her hand aside.  His thumbs took over the task, spreading
	the upper end of her labia.  Cold air struck her inner folds.  When
	he pinched and rolled her clitoris against her pubic arch, Judy
	thought she was going to go mad.  She writhed in a wild frenzy,
	making her taut breasts jiggle insanely.  Her hips jerked and
	twisted, forward and back and side to side as she stirred the
	monster cock around in her guts.  She blazed higher and higher,
	until, like a tidal wave, an orgasm engulfed her.  She collapsed
	forward on McCarter, exhausted.  She was dimly aware of the fact
	that he was still moving under her.

	Then he pulled his hands from where they had been trapped between
	them, and gripped the cheeks of her ass.  The feeling of the crack
	of her bottom being stretched and drawn apart sent Judy's lust
	soaring again.  Chill air struck her anus which was sticky and wet
	with her excess lubricant.  She felt cock sliding in and out of her
	pussy and clung to the big body between her thighs.

	McCarter used his grip on Judy's ass to move her in opposition to
	his thrusts.  He was close to the fiery blasting of an ejaculation.
	The feel of her little body sliding and quivering against his was
	exquisite.  Her vagina was tight and hot around his phallus.  He
	could feel her copious juices on his thighs and his fingers.

	Faster and faster and faster he humped under her, slamming his cock
	into her body.  His pubic arch was crunching and rolling against
	hers at every thrust.  Fire was pooling in his loins.  He worked
	closer and closer and closer, and then he was there, the muscles
	deep inside him spasming and jerking.  His body was bathed in fire
	as he poured his flood of cum into Judy's tight vagina. His entire
	body ached and he rammed his prick into her like he wanted it to
	come out her mouth. His fingers bruised her buttocks as he held her
	welded tight against him until the pulsing and pumping had died away
	to just a delicious memory.

	Then he relaxed.

	Judy's entire body went limp as her second cumming faded along with
	McCarter's.  She felt totally exhausted.  She felt his prick
	shrinking inside her, leaving her feeling vaguely empty in spite of
	the copious cum he was leaving behind.

	"Oh, God," she sighed at last.  "Jesus!"  She climbed off him, the
	shrunken remnant of his prick slipping from her hole.  Aching with
	exhaustion, she sat slumped on the edge of the bed. She felt the bed
	shift as McCarter got up.  Finally she stirred herself and began to
	dress.

	"Mrs. Penncroft?" Andrew McCarter began.

	"What?" she asked curtly.  She was disgusted with herself, and with
	him.

	"You've got yourself a sale."

	Judy was too tired and too beaten to feel triumphant.  "Great."

	"Provided, of course, I can get a mortgage," he added.

	"There won't be any problem with it, will there?"

	"Shouldn't be," he acknowledged.  "Ready to go?"

	"Ready."  She glanced at the bed.  There was a wet stain on the
	spread.  "Oh, shit," she muttered.

	"Nothing we can do about it," McCarter pointed out.

	"Let's get the wrinkles out, at least," she suggested.  "Right now
	it looks like the mating ground of a herd of crocodiles."

	McCarter quickly helped her get the covers straight.

	"Maybe it will dry before they get home," he noted.

	Judy brightened.  "Maybe.  He's not supposed to get back until
	tomorrow."  She carefully locked the front door behind her and
	replaced the key in its hiding place.

	"I'll check on the mortgage as soon as I can," McCarter informed her
	as she drove him back to his office.

	"I'd appreciate that."

	"I'll call you as soon as I know anything," he said as he got out.
	Then he leaned in the window. "I hope your husband gets better."

	"Thanks to you," she replied, "he just may live."

	"Don't thank me, I'm just buying a house. Would it make you feel
	better or worse if I told you I would have paid the price whether
	you'd gone to bed with me or not?"

	Judy digested this slowly.  "Is that true?"

	"What do you think?"

	She smiled at him.  "You bastard.  You really are a sadist, aren't
	you?"

	"You should know," he said, laughing.

	As she drove to the real estate office, Judy didn't know if she was
	disgusted with herself, or what.  Lurking deep inside was a bright
	glowing spot of hope.  The possibility of getting the kidney machine
	was greater than ever.  She pulled up in front of the office, got
	out of the car, and went inside.  There was a stack of telephone
	messages for her.

	"Hey, Judy," one of the other agents called to her just as she
	finished her last call.

	"What?"

	"You heard anything about Steven Shein putting his place on the
	market?"

	Judy froze.  She felt the blood drain from her face and hoped it
	wasn't noticeable.  "Really?"

	The man shrugged.  "I just heard rumbles that he was considering
	selling."

	Judy shook her head.  "I doubt it.  Someone's been feeding you a
	line."

	"Well it's worth three times what he paid for it.  Maybe Shein needs
	cash?"

	Judy snorted.  "He needs cash like I need another you know what."

	"Now that might be interesting."  The man snickered.

	"You don't have enough for the one I've got," Judy retorted, and was
	instantly sorry she had said it.

	The man flinched.  "Boy, where did you learn language like that?"

	"I worked as a go-go dancer for a while, remember?" Judy said
	sweetly.  Her insides felt like jelly.  "As for Shein, forget it.  I
	heard the same rumor last week and I've talked to him already."  She
	picked up her purse and noticed that her hand was shaking badly.

	"How's Mark?" the man asked as she started for the door.

	"Not good.  See you Monday, maybe."

	"Maybe."

	Once in the car, Judy began shaking uncontrollably.  Suddenly the
	rumor mill was grinding, and was threatening to reduce all her plans
	to nothing.  She was going to have to move very quickly or it would
	all be over - she would lose her sale, her commissions, and her job.
	And that meant she would lose Mark as well.

	Muttering a mixture of prayers and curses, she coaxed the engine to
	life and headed homeward.  The blistering hot air coming through the
	hole in the firewall dried the cum on her panties and her thighs to
	a scratchy crust.

Chapter 5

	Judy dropped her keys wearily on the counter, and turned the burner
	on under the stale, left-over coffee.  While she waited for the
	coffee to get hot, she stared blindly out the window.  The sound of
	the coffee boiling roused her from her stupor.  She poured a cup of
	the steaming, dark liquid, then lowered herself wearily onto a
	kitchen chair.  Bracing her arms on the table, she sipped the hot
	coffee, then frowned, and put the cup down.  After spooning in sugar
	and creamer, she tasted it again, and decided it was drinkable.

	She didn't need a mirror to know her eyes were bloodshot.  She could
	practically feel the bags and dark circles.  She felt pure bone
	weary.  Last night had been one of the worst ever for Mark.  Overdue
	for a treatment, he had writhed, tossed, turned and sweated all
	night.  Although they hadn't touched or even talked, neither of them
	had slept, and they both knew it.  Judy had finally buried her face
	in her pillow, and smothered her misery in the bitter foam rubber
	smell.

	Mark was at the hospital right now.  Judy had driven him there - he
	had been sweating and shivering the whole way as cold chills wracked
	his tortured body.

	Now, alone in the silent house, Judy sipped the bitter coffee and
	tried to get her mind working.  She couldn't think of anything she
	had to do, but had the nagging feeling there was something she
	should be worrying about.  Slowly she goaded her exhausted mind into
	action, and forced it to review the situation.

	Which brought her straight to what she had done in the past few
	days.  A sour knot of misery formed in her throat, making it hard to
	swallow. Taking a grip on herself, she thrust that memory down.  Her
	mind then went perversely to the parting exchange she had had at the
	office the day before.  Her muscles slowly knotted with horror as
	she reviewed the conversation.

	How had the rumor gotten started that Steven Shein was selling?  She
	had called on him routinely, the same way she did all people in her
	territory who had lived in the same house for over a year and a
	half.  The mobility in the area was high, surveys showing that few
	people lived in the same house for more than two years, especially
	in high income neighborhoods.  There was a ceaseless shifting from
	house to house as the young, driving executives moved up the ladder
	of the growing businesses in the area, or were transferred away.

	Judy had been sure no one else knew Steven Shein was considering
	selling.  His wealth was inherited, not dependent on the ups and
	downs of large corporations the same way executives' fates were.

	Shein had told her, though, that he was in need of cash.  Maybe some
	of his investments had gone sour or something?  If that was the
	case, others might know of his need for money.  Adding that to the
	incredible increase in the value of his house gave one obvious
	conclusion.

	Judy sighed.  Her mind was beginning to work smoothly as the
	caffeine and sugar entered her bloodstream.  How the rumor had
	gotten out was unimportant.  It was out.  Judy had done her best to
	squelch it in her own agency, and had probably succeeded.  She knew
	they trusted her.  But the rumor was undoubtedly making the rounds
	of the other agencies.

	Her agreement with Shein was an exclusive one, but it was far from
	iron-clad.  He might try to break it if he thought he could get a
	better deal from someone else.

	The trouble with using sex in business, Judy reflected, was that
	there was nothing at all binding about it.

	But that wasn't what was nagging at Judy. There was something else,
	something different, trivial now, but potentially disastrous.

	Andrew McCarter and his mortgage?  No, definitely not that.

	What was it she had forgotten?  She couldn't think if it was
	something she had to do something about or not.  She knew it was
	trivial and stupid, which made her aggravation at forgetting it even
	greater.  It wasn't something about Mark, it had to do with Steven
	Shein and his house, and it also had something to do with Andrew
	McCarter.

	Judy  wracked her brain desperately and came up with a complete
	blank.

	When the telephone rang, it jarred her so she slopped coffee onto
	the table.  When Mark was at the hospital, Judy fretted.  She dashed
	for the phone, terrified that something had gone wrong during his
	treatment.

	"Hello?" Judy answered fearfully.

	"Is this Mrs. Judy Penncroft?"  The voice was feminine, soft, rather
	deep, and cultured.

	"Speaking."  It didn't sound like a nurse at the hospital.

	"This is Paula Shein, Mrs. Steven Shein."

	Judy gulped, surprised.  This was one call she hadn't anticipated at
	all.  "Yes, Mrs. Shein, what can I do for you?"  Judy tried to sound
	genuinely happy to be hearing from the woman.

	"I understand from my husband that you are trying to sell our
	house."

	"Yes, I am," Judy acknowledged.  God, what if Mrs. Shein didn't want
	to sell?

	"I'd like to discuss the matter with you, if you don't mind."

	Judy settled herself in a chair, bracing herself for the worst.
	"Certainly, Mrs. Shein.  What would you like to know?"

	"I'd rather not discuss it over the telephone," Mrs. Shein said
	calmly.  "Would you be able to meet with me sometime today?"

	Judy thought for a second, then nodded, "Yes, I believe so.  I have
	to pick up my husband at the hospital late this afternoon, but I
	have nothing else scheduled."

	"Fine.  Why don't you come here to the house about noon?  We can
	have some lunch and discuss things."

	"All right, fine," Judy agreed.  "I'll be there about noon."

	"Thank you, Mrs. Penncroft."

	"Thank you, Mrs. Shein," Judy replied politely, then hung up.

	Throughout the entire conversation, Paula Shein had given no hint of
	what she wanted to talk about.  Mentally, Judy replayed the brief
	conversation, trying to get some clue as to whether this was a real
	problem or not.

	Finally, having come up with nothing, Judy glanced at the clock.
	She was relieved to find she still had plent of time.  Somehow she
	had to get rid of the evidence of the sleepless, exhausting night.
	Mrs. Steven Shein sounded like class and polish, and Judy wanted to
	make the best impression possible.

	Judy stripped off her clothes while the water was warming up.  Then
	she stepped into the cloud of steam and under the pounding spray.
	The exhausted aching in her shoulders and neck faded quickly under
	the hot blast.  Turning, she let the jets of water hit her face and
	felt them sluice the sleep out of her eyes.  When she backed up the
	streams moved down and tingled over her chest. When the jets hit her
	nipples the little buds burned and tingled and stiffened.

	Finally Judy picked up the soap and worked lather into the short,
	black hair of her head. After rinsing it away, she did her face with
	a washrag.  Then, her hands still soapy, she lathered her torso and
	arms.  Her flesh felt warm and resilient to the touch.  As always,
	there was a warming pleasure from the way her breasts felt in her
	hands, firm and feminine, her nipples rubbery and alert.  And there
	was pleasure, too, in the way her hands felt to her breasts, making
	blood surge to those graceful pink-capped hills.

	Fighting the urge to linger, Judy slid her soapy hands down over her
	stomach, arching her back to thrust her belly forward.  She looked
	down over the lathery plain of sleek shining skin and could see
	soggy twists of pubic hair just peeping out under her belly.

	When she worked a thick gob of lather into her pubic area, a
	softening wave of heat swept through her body.  Carefully, Judy
	worked the soap deep into her dark bush, soaped far downward,
	pressing and squeezing the yielding labia, spreading them to wash
	between them into the pink folds of her pussy.  A soapy finger
	brushed her clitoris and it seemed to jerk in surprise, then stiffen
	and beg for more attention.  Instead, Judy spread her legs and
	reached far back to wash the crack of her ass thoroughly.  The
	pressure of her fingers around her anus triggered another wave of
	pleasure and a strange memory . . .

	As she had crouched atop Andrew McCarter, his big cock sunk in her
	pussy, he had touched her back there.  His strong hands had clutched
	at her buttocks, drawing them apart.  There had been such unexpected
	pleasure in his touch.

	Judy stopped playing with her ass and her pussy, and pulled her
	hands away with a grimace of disgust.  What kind of person was she
	becoming?  She had nothing against masturbating, she had done it
	ever since she had discovered the pleasure to be gotten from it - in
	fact, until she had married Mark.  And even then she had fondled
	herself to an orgasm from time to time.  But here and now wasn't the
	place nor the time.  And after what she had done with Shein and
	McCarter it even seemed insane.

	Why did everything seem to remind her of her infidelities?  Maybe,
	when this was all over, she would be able to put her hideous whoring
	out of her mind forever.

	After rinsing thoroughly, Judy shut off the shower and grabbed a
	towel.  She rubbed her skin until it glowed pink, then went into the
	bedroom to pick out something to wear.

	And she caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror, as
	always.  She froze at the sight of her body.  She was invariably
	pleased with her youthful trimness.  It had been longer than she
	cared to think since she had engaged in any really energetic
	gymnastics, but the trimness and firmness and healthy muscles still
	existed.

	Finally, she forced her eyes away from her reflection and got out a
	pair of clean panties to wear.  She reflected as she put on a blouse
	and skirt that it was fortunate she didn't need to wear a bra.  They
	couldn't have afforded to buy her one anyway.

	Going out into the bright sunlight, Judy slipped her dark glasses
	on.  The soiled, dirty feeling of exhaustion had been washed away by
	her shower. Now she just felt languidly tired, reluctant to move,
	unable to hurry.  She made it to the car and got in.  The engine
	turned over with its usual sick grinding sound, then sputtered to
	life. Before pulling away from the curb, Judy tapped the gas gauge.
	She was relieved to see the needle wiggle in response.  That meant
	there was at last a quarter of a tank left.

	By the time she reached the Shein house, Judy's stomach was growling
	from hunger in spite of her nagging worries.  She was halfway to the
	front door when it opened.  Paula Shein stood there waiting for her.

	"You're very prompt," Mrs. Shein commented as she shook Judy's hand.

	Judy noted that the woman's grip was strong and firm - and that the
	handshake lasted a little too long.

	"Mark, my husband, drummed that into me before we were married,"
	Judy replied.  She studied Mrs. Shein carefully.

	Judy decided that if you put the Sheins back to back, their heights
	would differ by less than half an inch.  In her bare feet, the woman
	would be about five six.  And she was built - like a brick outhouse
	was the way Mark would have put it. She was wearing an expensive
	black velvet halter that covered, but didn't really support her full
	breasts, and a floor-length skirt that hung low on her hips.  An
	incredible expanse of extraordinarily trim and well-tanned midriff
	was exposed.  The woman's full hips swayed sensuously and very
	gracefully as she led the way into the living room.

	"Would you care for a drink, Mrs. Penncroft?"

	Judy met the woman's cool gray eyes, and wondered how much it cost
	to get the kind of streaking that highlighted Mrs. Shein's sleek
	blonde hair.  "I don't believe so, thank you.  I've gotten out of
	the habit, since Mark isn't permitted to."

	"Ah yes, his illness," Mrs. Shein said coolly. "So tragic a thing to
	happen to a young man.  I was shocked when Steven told me of it."

	"We - keep our hopes up," Judy replied.

	"Perhaps some wine with lunch," Mrs. Shein suggested, shifting the
	subject gracefully.

	"That would be very nice," Judy agreed.

	"Come on, I'm ravenous.  I only have coffee for breakfast, and by
	noon I'm always ferociously hungry."  She led the way out to the
	pool deck where a table was set in the shade.

	"Your husband isn't here?" Judy commented. "I thought he was getting
	back this morning?"

	"Oh, he was in and out very early.  He is a very busy man.
	Sometimes we hardly get to see each other."

	"Mark and I wouldn't like that at all," Judy commented.  The tall
	elegant woman made her feel clumsy, graceless, and totally
	unsophisticated. Judy sought refuge in the glass of crisp, chill
	white wine.

	"What was it you wanted to talk about?" Judy ventured as she began
	eating.

	"That can wait until after lunch," Mrs. Shein replied smoothly.
	"Tell me, how did you come to go into real estate?  You know, Steven
	has many holdings - office buildings and such."

	Judy related her search for money and the conversation drifted
	aimlessly until the plates were clean and the last of the wine was
	in Judy's glass.  By then she was feeling loose and giddy. She
	decided it had been a mistake to have so much wine on top of her
	exhaustion and an empty stomach.  She saw Mrs. Shein drain her glass
	and decided it would be rude not to do the same.

	Mrs. Shein pushed her chair out.  "Come with me.  I have something
	I'd like to show you."

	Judy followed, puzzled.  They crossed the deck to the doors to the
	master bedroom.  Mrs. Shein slid them open and stood aside.  Judy
	stepped into the cool darkness and took off her dark glasses.  She
	heard the door being slid closed behind her.  Paula Shein went over
	to the huge bed.

	"Look at this," she instructed calmly, indicating the bedspread with
	a wave of her hand.

	The stain!  Judy felt faint as she tottered over to the bed.  Dear
	God, there, right in the middle of the bed was a white, crusty
	stain.  Judy suddenly remembered the nagging worry she had been
	trying to pin down.

	"Oh, how terrible," Judy stammered, "that beautiful bedspread."
	Mrs. Shein couldn't know how it got there, Judy was thinking
	frantically. The only thing to do was to brazen it out.  She felt
	the tall woman watching her, and wanted to meet those cool,
	appraising gray eyes, but couldn't.

	"It's washable," Mrs. Shein finally commented placidly.  "But I must
	say, Mrs. Penncroft, I would be most interested in seeing a sample
	of your sales pitch."

	Judy fought a wave of giddiness and terror as the blood drained from
	her face.  "I d-don't know what you mean?" she croaked.

	"Nonsense," the other woman replied calmly. "There is no one else
	who could have done it.  It was there when I came home last night.
	It was still damp."

	"Your husband," Judy suggested stupidly, desperately, and then
	instantly regretted it.

	"Impossible," Mrs. Shein said calmly, taking no offense.  "Steven
	was in Topeka yesterday. Granted, he may have left a stain there,
	but he wasn't responsible for the one here."

	Judy's legs were shaking and she wished she could sit down.  But she
	didn't dare.

	"Now of course," Mrs. Shein went on in the same reasonable tone, "I
	am quite certain that it couldn't have been me.  So, who does that
	leave? It could only be you.  You were here yesterday afternoon with
	a client.  Correct?"

	Judy nodded numbly.  "What are you going to do?" she asked
	fearfully, finally looking at Paula Stein.

	"Do?  Why should I do anything?" Mrs. Shein replied.  "As I said,
	the spread is washable."

	"I'm-I'm terribly, terribly sorry," Judy apologized abjectly.  Was
	this why Mrs. Shein had summoned her?  Just so she could rub Judy's
	nose in her mess like a naughty puppy?

	Mrs. Shein folded her arms under her breasts and studied Judy.
	Something in her gray eyes made Judy feel naked.  "However, there is
	another problem."

	"Oh?"

	"You're aware that this house is jointly owned, are you not?" Mrs.
	Shein asked.

	"Why, I guess so," Judy admitted.  "I mean, I assumed that it was."

	"It is.  And naturally, that means that it cannot be sold without my
	approval, too," Mrs. Shein went on.

	"Naturally," Judy agreed, feeling a new fear begin gnawing at her.

	Paula Shein nibbled delicately on one well-manicured fingernail,
	then inspected it thoughtfully.  She spoke with careful
	deliberation, "I am not really certain that I want this house to be
	sold."

	Judy shivered.

	"It really is a very pleasant house," Mrs. Shein went on.  "It is
	roomy and comfortable, and I like the swimming pool.  Oh, I suppose
	it is a little large for just the two of us, but we can afford it,
	so why not?"

	Judy listened, her heart sinking.  Steven Shein had been wrong when
	he had told her his wife would be no problem.  What could Judy do?

	"But the stain on the bed got me to thinking," Mrs. Shein went on.
	"Perhaps there is some way you could convince me to agree to sell
	this house."

	"What?" Judy croaked.

	Paula Shein advanced on Judy.  Her steady gaze held Judy riveted in
	place.  "That cute little gymnastics-trained body of yours must know
	some very interesting moves," the taller woman mused. She began
	unbuttoning Judy's blouse.

	Judy was too flabbergasted to do more than gape.  Then she made a
	feeble attempt to pull herself together and brush away Paula's
	hands, but failed.  "But-but, you're married," Judy spluttered.
	"You can't be .  .  ." She couldn't finish the sentence.

	"Queer?  Gay?  Lesbian?" Paula Shein finished for her.  "No, not
	really, or rather, not strictly. My, those are pretty little
	breasts," she sighed. "Those cute, pink little nipples are so eager
	and alert."

	Judy shivered.  Paula Shein was teasing her nipples, and they liked
	it!  Their reaction astonished and dismayed Judy.  She flapped her
	arms loosely.

	"Pretty, pretty, pretty," Paula Shein crooned softly, pinching
	Judy's delicate pink nipples, rolling them between her long,
	graceful fingers, tugging them outward to stretch Judy's small
	breasts provocatively.  "I'm not a homosexual," Paula explained.  "I
	am a bisexual.  Put crudely, I swing both ways."

	"But Steven," Judy blurted out, trying desperately to fight the
	tremors of lust that were shaking her.

	"Steven knows all about it," Mrs. Shein answered easily.  "As a
	matter of fact, he finds it rather enjoyable.  Sometimes I bring my
	girl friends home and we have some truly interesting variations."

	Judy shook her head in futile denial.  She had been stripped of her
	blouse and was naked to the waist.  She wanted to break and run, but
	something held her rooted to the spot in the lush bedroom.

	"Let's compare breasts, shall we?" Mrs. Shein asked, undoing her
	halter, then tossing the garment aside.  Then she ran her hands up,
	cupped her large, lush breasts and ran her thumbs over her nipples.
	"OOOOoooohhhh, that's so much better.  We're both very fortunate -
	not needing to wear bras."

	Judy's eyes were glued to the tall woman's breasts.  They were
	magnificent glands, full and round and heavy, with no sag.  There
	was a vague line of tan cutting barely above the nipples, although
	below the line they were nearly as tan as above.  The nipples were
	large sturdy buds, dimpled at the tips, and surrounded by large
	areolae.  Judy had the insane urge to touch those heavy, warm
	masses, to measure their firmness and weight.  She lifted her hands
	hesitantly.

	"Yes, touch them," Mrs. Shein urged.  "Lift them and feel them.
	Feel how soft they are, and warm and heavy.  Feel them."

	Judy's mind was buzzing from the wine.  She touched the handsome
	woman's full, lush breasts with gentle fingers and an electric
	thrill passed up her arms from her fingertips.  Nothing in the world
	could feel so soft and warm and inviting. Judy wanted to bury her
	face in the deep, scented valley between them.  She managed to
	restrain herself, and continued just cupping and lifting the two
	marvelously heavy, exciting globes.  Then she ran her thumbs over
	the rubbery nipples, the way Mark loved to do with hers.

	"MMMmmmm," Paula Shein purred.  Then she reached out to Judy's hips
	and skillfully unbuttoned and unzipped her skirt.  A gentle push
	sent it down to tangle on the floor.

	Judy fastened her attention completely on the breasts she was
	exploring with her hands.  She was aware of her skirt dropping away,
	that she was left in only her panties.  Judy was afraid she would go
	mad if she thought of anything other than the soft, graceful beauty
	of Paula Shein's tits.  She thought neither of what was happening to
	her, nor of what was going to happen to her. All that mattered was
	the soft, warm exciting globes of flesh in her hands.

	Paula Shein unfastened her own long skirt and it dropped away.  She
	wasn't wearing panties. Her hips were faintly striped by a minuscule
	bikini bottom.  Her bush was dark brown, thick and curling, and
	mysterious, nestled between strong, graceful, tanned thighs.

	Kneeling briefly, Paula rolled Judy's panties down her slim, strong
	legs and off.  Then, as she stood up, she stroked her hands the
	length of Judy's nude body, up the backs of her legs, over her
	buttocks, and up her back.

	That simple, straightforward caress melted the remnant of resistance
	that was left in Judy.  The wine and her own passionate nature had
	her seething with sexual need.  She was a willing, eager toy in
	Paula's hands now.

	Paula was ready to make full use of the shapely woman standing nude
	before her.  This was the most exciting encounter she had had in a
	long time.  The lithe, slim, athletic body of Judy Penncroft was the
	most exciting she had ever seen.  She held Judy's eyes now, and saw
	the surrender in them.  Gently, but firmly, she drew Judy toward
	her, and licked her lips in anticipation.

	Willingly, Judy tilted her head for the kiss she knew was coming,
	and closed her eyes submissively.  Paula's lips were warm and moist
	and thrilling, working softly, easing Judy's lips open to admit a
	probing tongue.  Warm soft breasts pressed against Judy's chest and
	then there was a warm, feminine body against hers.  Judy could smell
	the exciting expensive perfume Paula Shein wore.  Judy touched Paula
	with her hands, slid them around her, then Judy was pressing Paula
	as tightly against herself as Paula was pressing her.

	Judy was whirled away on a tidal wave of unexpected, lesbian
	pleasure.  The experience of being nude in the arms of another woman
	who was also nude, meanwhile indulging in a devouring sexual kiss,
	was unlike anything Judy had ever experienced.  The skin against her
	own soft silky skin was just as soft and silken, with none of the
	harsh scratchiness of a man's skin.  The muscles embracing her were
	soft and feminine and tender, not hard and demanding like a man's.
	There were breasts against her breasts - soft yielding pillows
	instead of hard pectoral muscles

	Judy whimpered deep in her throat as she and Paula Shein tumbled
	sideways onto the bed.  She let Paula roll them over in a thrilling
	tangle of sleek, shaved, feminine limbs.  With legs interlocked,
	Judy was pressing her warm, juicy pussy against Paula's smooth
	thigh, and felt Paula's scratchy pubic hair scrubbing her own thigh.

	Freeing one hand, Judy slid it between them, squeezed it between the
	clashing cushions of her breasts and Paula's to fondle the other
	woman's soft mammary glands.  At the same time, Judy slid her other
	hand down the sleek, smooth graceful curve of Paula's back and
	cupped one of the woman's lush, yielding buttocks, then hauled
	Paula's pelvis tight against her own.

	The two women formed an erotic tangle of smooth, female bodies on
	the huge bed.  Judy's slender, smaller frame pressed and twined
	tightly with Paula's larger, more womanly body.

	Paula broke the kiss at last, flicking her tongue out to lap at
	Judy's cheek, the side of her throat, her delicate, sensitive ear.
	With a soft, excited sigh, Judy rolled onto her back, maintaining
	contact with Paula with one hand, brushing Paula's full, swaying
	breasts, first one and then the other.

	Paula licked delicately at the side of Judy's throat, and Judy
	turned her head to give the bigger woman better access to her.
	Judy's face was a mask of pure lust as she submitted to the other
	woman's caresses.

	Tongue working delicately, Paula eased her way downward, lapping now
	on Judy's upper chest, tracing long wet strokes with her tongue.
	The clean scent of soap still clung to Judy's skin, inflaming
	Paula's desire even further.  The delicate, shy touch of Judy's
	fingers on her breasts sent delicious, electrical jolts through
	Paula.

	Brushing a lock of her own hair aside, Paula touched her tongue to
	one of Judy's nipples, flicking her rubbery nubbin excitingly.

	Judy sucked in her breath as the jolt of that oral caress blazed
	through her.  Her hand cupped and lifted one of Paula's full
	breasts, feeling the hard nipple press into her hand.  Judy's hips
	were beginning to roll and twist impatiently.

	Her soft hair brushing Judy's heaving chest, Paula shifted her mouth
	to Judy's other breast, sucking on the turgid, begging nipple,
	scraping it with her tongue.  Then she pulled away and looked down
	on Judy tenderly.

	"Please," Judy pleaded softly, looking into Paula Shein's face
	longingly.  "Please, don't stop."

	"You'll reciprocate?" Paula asked softly, not wanting a passive
	partner in their interlude.

	"Yes," Judy choked out.  "Yes, anything, only please, don't stop
	now."

	Paula Shein turned and her head swept down toward Judy's crotch.
	Judy let her thighs spread, invited the probing she knew was coming,
	committing herself to orally exploring the other woman's dripping
	pussy.

	Paula lifted one leg over Judy's head as she pressed her face into
	the thick, black bush between Judy's trim, sleek thighs.  Paula was
	smothered in the exciting smell of the other woman's pussy.  She
	pressed her tongue into the metallic-salty flesh between the labia,
	probing deep into the honey hole of Judy's dripping vagina.  While
	Paula chewed ecstatically on Judy's dripping folds of flesh she
	lowered her own crotch onto Judy's face.

	Judy was blazing with lust, wave after fiery wave of overpowering
	sexual pleasure.  Her hips were jerking and twisting as she thrilled
	to having her pussy devoured.  She had always loved oral sex.  She
	saw Paula's thickly bushed crotch descending on her face, and closed
	her eyes and wetted her lips nervously.  Her nose was pressing into
	thick wiry curls and she was smothering in the thick musky scent of
	feminine secretions. Hesitantly at first, then with a driving,
	raunchy need, Judy drilled her tongue into Paula Shein's oozing,
	dripping pussy, probing as deeply as she could into her slimy
	vagina, working her jaw against the pulpy folds of flesh.  Paula's
	hips began to twist and heave, mashing Judy's head back into the
	mattress.  Judy fought back by trying to bore more deeply into the
	smothering pussy engulfing her face.  As she increased Paula's
	searing lust, Judy was rewarded by increased efforts on Paula's
	part.  Paula's mouth was sliding, seeking.  Suddenly lips closed
	around Judy's clitoris, and Judy thought her whole body was going to
	explode into glittering fragments.

	Half out of her mind from an endless lesbian orgasm, Judy sought the
	bump of Paula Shein's clit with her own lips.  She sucked juicy,
	quivering, oozing folds of flesh between her lips, found the pearl
	of Paula's nerve-laden button, and battered it wildly with her
	tongue.

	Paula's hips suddenly cut loose in a titanic heave and Judy lost her
	target.  Frantically, Judy wrapped her arms around Paula's hips and
	clutched at Paula's ass to restrain her convulsive heaving and keep
	contact with her clitoris.  At the same time, Judy's own hips were
	heaving, slamming her pubis into Paula's working, sucking,
	stimulating, eating mouth.

	The sapphic coupling degenerated into a quivering, muscle-straining
	tangle as the two orgasms went on and on and on.  Faces were mashed
	against crotches, squeezed between clutching thighs.  Juicy, wet,
	slurping eating sounds filled the room for a long time.  Finally,
	sexual and muscular exhaustion released the women from their
	torment.  Then they simply lay limp, Paula still on top of Judy.

	Finally, Paula rolled off Judy.  Gloriously, shamelessly nude, Paula
	went into the bathroom and returned with a damp washrag.  Sitting on
	the side of the bed, she tenderly washed the spit and cum from
	Judy's face.  Then she carefully bathed Judy's pussy and the insides
	of her thighs.

	Judy didn't move.  Mentally, emotionally, and physically, she hurt
	from the uninhibited lesbianic interlude.

	"You are quite a saleslady," Paula commented, breaking the silence
	at last.

	Judy stared at the woman.  "Why?" she asked miserably.

	"Why not?" Paula countered easily.  "Do you love your hausband any
	less, or want him any less now?"

	"No," Judy acknowledged after a moment's thought.

	"Exactly.  Men and women just have different things to offer.  I
	like cock just as much as I like pussy, and I'll suck cock as
	eagerly as I'll eat pussy."

	The foul words seemed to spout easily from Paula Shein's elegant
	mouth.  Judy shook her head, still bewildered.  "I've got to go."

	"I hope your husband will live," Paula commented.  "He has a fine
	wife.  Oh, and incidentally, about selling the house?"

	Judy paused, her panties half up her thighs. "Yes?"

	"I have always disliked this place."

	"But you said . . ."

	"I know what I said.  I also know what I wanted."

	Somehow, Judy felt no resentment at finding out she had been used
	again.

	Paula waved her hand at the windows that looked out over the valley.
	She didn't look in their direction, however.  "It's a beautiful
	house, I agree.  And the view is unbelievable."

	"Then why do you dislike it?" Judy asked, honestly curious.

	"Steven doesn't know it, by the way," Paula added.  "The trouble is,
	I am afraid of heights."

	Comprehension dawned on Judy, and along with it, sympathy.  "I'm
	sorry."

	"Now you know a secret about me, just as I know a secret about you.
	We are at each other's mercy."

	"I wouldn't . . ."

	"Neither would I," Paula assured her.  "Give me a kiss before you
	go?"

	Judy put her heart and her soul into the kiss she gave the taller
	woman.  They met, woman to woman, equals in the long, honest
	embrace.

	"Good luck with your husband, and the buyer," Mrs. Shein said.

	"Thank you," Judy replied.  "And good luck with your new house."

Chapter 6

	Judy lay snuggled in Mark's arms, her skin sliding gently against
	his as he breathed.  He was sleeping peacefully, for once, because
	of his recent treatment.  Adding to his relaxed state was the
	strenuous lovemaking he and Judy had just indulged in.

	Judy, on the other hand, was wide awake, her mind endlessly
	circling, giving her no peace. Over and over and over again she
	relived the events of the past few days.  Her conscience was
	determined to give her no peace.  Guilt was a sour knot in her
	stomach, a bitter coating in her mouth.

	How had she gotten into the whole mess?  That was the question that
	kept repeating itself in her mind.  Over and over and over again she
	kept trying to answer it - with justifications, life or death
	reasons.

	Then why are you enjoying it so much? asked her conscience.

	So she tried to tell it that she wasn't really enjoying all the
	extramarital sex.  But it was a stupid denial.  She had enjoyed it,
	and she knew it.  She had enjoyed the carnal coupling with Steven
	Shein on the sun-baked pool deck, his thick cock pistoning in her
	dripping, hungry vagina.  She had enjoyed the juicy, uninhibited
	screwing with Andrew McCarter, had relished the feel of the big
	Irishman slamming his powerful phallus into her tender pussy.

	And, worst - or best - of all, had been the lesbian tangling with
	Paula Shein.  Judy had had several brushes with lesbianism: in high
	school, during her gymnastics career, and while she had been a
	dancer.  In high school there had been hesitant experimentation at
	slumber parties, although not by Judy herself.  Two of her girl
	friends, whose reputations were already shot, had tussled wildly one
	night, thighs driving into pussies, while Judy and the other pajama-
	clad fifteen-year-olds had watched, giggling nervously.

	On the gymnastics tour there had been a lesbian romance that all the
	team members had known about.  Judy had been careful not to make
	friends with either of the lesbians.

	At the bar where she had worked Judy had been propositioned by one
	of the older girls. Shocked, sickened, and a little frightened, Judy
	had brushed the girl off rudely.

	And now, Judy reflected, she had done it with another woman.
	Instead of it being sickening and disgusting, she had enjoyed it.
	She had enjoyed it easily as much as she enjoyed sex with Mark, or
	Steven Shein, or Andrew McCarter.  She could still remember the
	intensity of the orgasm Paula Shein had brought her to with her
	sucking and chewing.  Judy could still remember the taste of Paula's
	streaming, dripping, cumming pussy, the overpowering scent of female
	sex.

	The memory brought a perverse flicker of sexual excitement that made
	Judy tense her crotch muscles.  Desperately, she thrust the memory
	out of her mind, and tried to focus it on her other troubles.

	Had she locked her desk at work?  That thought sent a chill up her
	spine.  The listing agreement Steven Shein had signed was still in
	her desk. Granted, it was hidden.  But what if someone went into her
	desk looking for a yellow pad?  Then Judy remembered that during her
	senseless dithering before coming home, she had locked her desk.

	Who would she have to go to bed with next? The question surged
	tantalizingly to the surface of her mind.  Why would she have to go
	to bed with anyone else?  She had the Sheins' agreement to sell, and
	Andrew McCarter's to buy. There was no one else to go to bed with.

	Judy tried to deny that this conclusion gave her a feeling of
	disappointment.  She didn't want to go to bed with anyone but her
	husband!  She didn't!

	But she did.  Irrationally, perversely, she did want to have other
	men than Mark.  And the hideous fact was that it really didn't
	matter too much who it was.  An orgasm was an orgasm, was an orgasm.
	And the orgasms she had gotten from Steven Shein, Andrew McCarter,
	and Paula Shein had been fully as good as any that she had ever had
	with Mark.  They had, in fact been better, because of the "forbidden
	fruit" aspect of them, a strange house, a strange setting, with
	strangers.

	Nothing like it had ever happened to her before in her life, had it?
	She had never been wild or wanton, had she?  Oh, she hadn't been a
	virgin when she had married Mark.  In fact, she hadn't been a virgin
	when she had met Mark.  But she had never been promiscuous - had
	she?

	She had blocked all recollections of a certain incident for years.
	She had deliberately forgotten that incredible night because of the
	shame she felt about it.  But now it loomed large in her mind as she
	lay in the grasp of her trusting, unsuspecting husband.  Maybe that
	one wild night was more her true nature than the life she had been
	living ever since.

	Judy opened the floodgates of her mind to that long suppressed
	memory . . .  It had been her senior year in high school, in March,
	near the end of both the basketball and gymnastics seasons.

*     *     *

	"Come on, Dick, lemme have some more beer," Cynthia urged, reaching
	for the can.

	"Ah-ah-ah, no you don't, not right now," Dick replied, holding the
	can out of reach in his left hand while he steered the convertible
	with his right.

	"Gimme!" Cynthia demanded, leaning across, making a dive for the
	beer.  The car slewed wildly to the wrong side of the road.

	Judy felt Sam's arm tighten around her.  She was practically
	paralyzed with fright.  Her fingers turned white around the can of
	beer she was clutching.

	"Knock it off up there," Sam urged.  "Come on, Cindy, cool it, will
	you?"

	Cindy glanced sourly at Sam, but did flounce back down in the seat.
	Her two short ponytails flicked as she tossed her head in
	aggravation. "Dick the Prick," she taunted.  "Dick the Prick won't
	let me have another beer."

	"Where we going?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject.

	"I don't know," Dick said.  "Since the cops clamped down on that
	fire road in the hills, where is there to go?"

	"Darn cops," Judy grumbled, wrinkling her nose as she took a swallow
	of beer.  She really didn't like the taste of beer, but didn't want
	to be a poop about it.  But she did sincerely share her crowd's
	opinion of the cops closing down the fire road.  So what if there
	had been trouble up there?  If the goons from across town hadn't
	gotten into the act, no one would have been the wiser about that old
	road being a make-out place. Now no one could use it.  And it was
	where Judy had lost her virginity, too.  It wasn't fair at all.

	"Let's go to school!" Cindy suggested abruptly, characteristically
	leaping from one mood to another.

	"School!?" the others asked in shocked disbelief.

	Dick glanced sideways at his date.  "You have had too much beer.
	School's the last place we want to go."

	Cindy shook her head, making her ponytails flip wildly.  "Uh uh,
	it's just the place to go. 'Cause I got a secret."

	Judy took another swallow of beer, almost enjoying it now she was
	beginning to get giddy.

	"What's your secret?" Sam asked.  He slid his hand down to cover
	Judy's breast.

	Judy snuggled under his arm and reached for his hand.  She pressed
	it down on the gentle mound of her breast, feeling the lace of her
	bra scratch her nipple and make it burn.  "Yeah, what's your
	secret?" she asked casually, in an attempt to hide what was going on
	between her and Sam.  The tremor in her voice betrayed her, but no
	one seemed to notice.

	"I know a way of getting in," Cindy announced in a hushed tone, as
	if she was revealing the location of buried treasure.

	"Awww, come off it, Cindy," Dick snorted. "They've had that place
	locked up like Fort Knox ever since someone trashed it last year."

	"Yeah," Sam said, still fondling Judy's warm breast.  "They even put
	in a lousy alarm system."

	"I know a way in," Cindy insisted pertly.

	"Oh yeah?  How?" Dick demanded.

	"Secret."

	"Come on, you're bullshitting me."

	"I am not!  Gimme some beer and I'll tell you."

	Dick handed over the beer.  "All right, talk."

	Cindy took a swig of beer, then a second.  When Dick reached for the
	can, she held it out of reach.  "Okay, I'll tell you," she agreed.
	"Better, I'll show you.  Honest and true, there's a way to get into
	the school, a safe way."

	"Let's give it a try," Sam said.  "Should be fun."

	"What if we get caught?" Judy asked, worried in spite of the beer.

	"You chicken?" Cindy challenged.

	"Course not," Judy said quickly, stung.  "Let's go."

	"Park at the Pizza Shack," Sam suggested. "That way no one'll notice
	the car."

	From the Pizza Shack, the four of them crossed the street.  Judy
	squeezed Sam's hand tightly with excitement and nervousness.  She
	was dry-mouthed, and glad that Cindy had several beers stowed safely
	in her big tote bag.

	In a few minutes, they were all standing in dark silence.  "S-Sam?"
	Judy whispered softly, her heart pounding.

	"Right here."

	"See, I told you," Cindy boasted, in full voice. After the tense
	silence, it sounded as if she were shouting.

	"Ssssshhhh," Dick said desperately.  "Jeesus!"

	"No one can hear us," Cindy said boldly.  "Come on.

	"Where?" Dick asked.

	"Take my hand, Dummy," Cindy instructed. "Hey!  That's not my hand!"

	"Lots more interesting than your hand, though," Dick replied.

	Judy wondered what was going on in the darkness.

	"Not now," Cindy informed him primly.  "Right now, let's get going.
	Come on, everybody link hands and follow me."

	As they shuffled their way through the darkness, Judy wished she had
	a hand free so she could check whether she had torn her dress when
	they had slipped through the window into the basement.  It was brand
	new, a close, clinging sheath and it had cost her a month's
	allowance.

	The corridors of the empty building were dark and mysterious.  The
	only light came from FIRE EXIT signs.  Their red glow reflected
	eerily off the polished floors.  As the four of them rambled and
	romped through the building, their voices and footsteps echoed
	weirdly back at them.  Soon they were chasing hilariously through
	the building, darting in and out of rooms and halls.  With the
	heart-thumping excitement of the forbidden, the boys went into the
	girls' rest rooms, and Judy and Cindy giggled at the urinals in the
	boys' bathrooms.  Dick stood in front of one of the tile urinals,
	pretending to use it.  When he was challenged to really use it, with
	all of them watching, he blustered his way out of it, and the room.

	Eventually, the four of them pushed into the huge, dark, echoing
	gymnasium.  Scooping up a loose basketball, Sam and Dick dribbled
	and passed wildly around the floor while Judy and Cindy tried to
	provide some opposition.  When they were all panting, they slumped
	down on a tumbling mat that was along one wall.  Beers were opened
	and the only sound was panting and gulping.

	"And that was the way Sam and I demolished Denton High for the
	Regional Championship," Dick boasted when he had caught his breath.

	"What was the way?" Judy asked.  She was tucked comfortably under
	Sam's arm again.  Cindy had one hand high on Dick's thigh, and
	Dick's fingers were stroking the slope of one of Cindy's breasts.
	The sight made Judy feel hot.

	"That display of basketball virtuosity, of course," Dick answered,
	after taking another slug of beer.

	"Well," Cindy said proudy, "Judy and I brought the gymnastics team
	its championship."

	"Hey," Dick exclaimed, "how about a gymnastics exhibition?"

	"How about it?" Judy asked dubiously.

	"Sam and I have never seen you girls do your stuff," Dick pointed
	out.  "We always have a basketball game when you have an exhibition,
	remember?"

	"Yeah," Sam agreed.  "Hey, which of you two is better, anyway?"

	"I'm first on balance beam and vaulting," Judy said, "and second in
	floor exercises and uneven parallel bars.  What are you, Cindy?"
	Judy asked the question with just a trace of cattiness. She knew
	Cindy was a distant third in everything.

	"The judges are prejudiced," Cindy said sourly.

	Judy had some more beer, and was emboldened by the alcohol.
	"Bullshit!"

	"Well, they are.  They think I've got too big a fanny.  You, you're
	just built like a boy, that's why they like you.  Bunch of perverts,
	that's what they are."

	Judy was surprised at Cindy's vehemence.

	"I've got an idea," Dick said quickly.  "How about a contest right
	now?"

	"Right now?" Judy asked dubiously, suddenly aware of her
	intoxication.

	"Sure," Sam said eagerly.  "Dick and I will be the judges."

	"But . . . but . . ." Judy stuttered.  "The only thing out is the
	mats."

	"So, floor exercises," Dick commented.  "You've always said that's
	the most demanding.  And besides, it's not your strongest event, and
	it's not Cindy's either, so it'll be more even."

	"Yeah," Cindy agreed.  "Why not?"

	"We-we don't have our uniforms with us," Judy pointed out
	desperately.

	"So.  who needs uniforms?" Cindy demanded, encouraged by Judy's
	reluctance.  "Come on, Judy. You chicken?  You afraid I'll beat
	you?"

	"Of course not," Judy snapped.  "But how're you going to do a
	cartwheel in a tight skirt?"

	Cindy bounded to her feet.  "That, my little precious, is simple!"
	She reached behind her and quickly unzipped her dress.

	Judy watched in shock as Cindy pulled the dress forward and down her
	arms.  The blonde girl's bra seemed to shine in the light from the
	EXIT sign nearest them.  Without hesitating, Cindy pushed her dress
	down and off and stepped out of it.  She stood in front of them in
	only her bra and panties, slender, graceful, and pretty.

	"Well, come on, you chicken?" Cindy taunted. "You think you can beat
	me fully dressed?  Let's give the guys a real show, okay?"

	The beer and her pride goaded Judy to her feet.  "Okay," she agreed.
	Her fingers shook as she reached for the zipper at the back of her
	dress.

	"Let me help," Sam offered gallantly.

	Judy turned her back and felt the zipper go down.  Then she stripped
	her dress off.  A hot flash of excitement boiled through her as Sam
	and Dick goggled at her slender beauty.

	"Come on," Cindy urged.

	"How are we going to do this?" Judy asked. "We don't have any
	music."

	"Screw the music," Cindy snorted.  "It always mixes me up, anyway.
	Tell you what.  I'll do something, then you see if you can do it.
	Then you do something, and then I'll match it.  Okay?"

	"Okay," Judy agreed, feeling cool air touch her bare midriff between
	her lace bra and skimpy panties.  She could feel Sam's eyes on her
	buttocks as she walked over and stood beside Cindy on the mat.

	"Here goes." Cindy launched herself across the dark floor in a
	series of graceful cartwheels. Halfway through, something white flew
	through the air.  The blonde bounced to a halt and covered her bare
	breasts with her hands.  Her bra had let go under the strain.

	Judy was halfway through her third cartwheel when she felt one of
	her own straps break.  She finished up, then held onto the strap,
	pulling the cup up over her small breast.

	"Well, come on," Cindy urged.  She was still covering her breasts
	with her hands.  "If you stop now, I win."

	"But . . ." Judy stuttered.

	"Chicken!" Cindy snapped.

	"Okay, you asked for it," Judy flared, nettled.  "You have to match
	me this time."  Releasing her strap, Judy quickly shed her bra so it
	wouldn't be in her way.  She took a series of quick steps, then
	hurled herself through the air into a front flip.  Landing on her
	feet, she rolled immediately into a front sommersault, then stopped
	in a back-straining arch, and touched the back of her head with one
	foot.

	Her panties were climbing into the crack of her ass uncomfortably.
	When she relaxed, ending in an arched push-up, Cindy had moved up
	beside her.  The girls were facing Sam and Dick.  The two boys were
	staring hungrily at Judy and Cindy, at Judy's nearly nude body, at
	her bare, young, sweet breasts.

	Judy felt a flash of shame and excitement burn through her.  Beside
	her, out of the corner of her eye, she could see Cindy's fuller,
	rounder breasts. Cindy's nipples were hard, sharp and excited.

	"Like it, Dick?" Cindy asked teasingly.  "Who's winning?"

	"Haven't see enough of the gymnasts yet," Sam said quickly.

	Judy instantly saw what he was driving at. She flushed, and wanted
	to stop right then and there.  But Cindy didn't.

	"Damn panties are getting in my way," Cindy complained, rolling
	gracefully to her feet.  With her back to the two boys, she stripped
	them down and off.  Then she darted across the mat, her pale
	buttocks rolling and jerking, flashing white as she danced through a
	series of spins, then arched through the air in a flip with a half
	twist so that she ended up facing Judy, Sam and Dick.

	Judy was frozen with shock.  Cindy was naked! In front of both the
	boys!  Judy wasn't a virgin, but had also never been naked in front
	of any boy except Sam - never two at once.

	"Come on, chicken, or you lose," Cindy taunted, posing boldly, her
	naked sixteen-year-old body a study in light and shadow.  "Come on.
	Chicken!"

	Stung, and also slightly giddy from the tumbling and the beer, Judy
	got to her feet.  Maybe Cindy had a legitimate gripe about her
	panties - they certainly were uncomfortable cramming up into the
	crack of your ass and your pussy.  Keeping her back to the boys,
	Judy stripped hers off. Quickly, before she really thought about it,
	she duplicated Cindy's routine, keeping up the charade that they
	were involved in a competition.

	All the way through the maneuver she was aware of the boys watching
	her naked crotch, could feel the mounds of her breasts quivering and
	shaking from the strenuous exercise.  She was getting more and  more
	excited from the wild, naked gymnastics performance in the empty,
	darkened gym.

	She slammed to a halt facing Dick and Sam and saw the way they were
	watching her, and Cindy.  The whole thing was incredibly erotic,
	wildly exciting.

	"One more time," Cindy panted, "and I think we've got them."

	"Huh?" Judy asked, winded and bewildered.

	"Those two," Cindy whispered, pointing at Sam and Dick.  "They're
	about to cream their pants just from watching us."

	"But . . ."

	"Watch this," Cindy ordered, and took off across the mat.  It looked
	like any other routine, except that it didn't end at the edge of the
	mat, but went on across the floor.

	Judy didn't want to watch Cindy laying herself nude across Dick's
	lap, but couldn't stop herself. Cindy was offering herself to him,
	completely, boldly, unashamedly, while Sam and Judy watched.  Cindy
	curled her arm around Dick's neck and drew his head down for a
	devouring, open-mouthed kiss.  Then she challenged Judy. "Well, come
	on!"

	Inflamed with a weird lust, Judy followed the same route that Cindy
	had, and wound up in Sam's arms.  His hand reached out and engulfed
	her breast and she kissed him, boiling with excitement.  The embrace
	became shamelessly erotic, as Judy began stripping Sam of his
	clothes.  Then they were both naked, squirming and writhing and
	feeling each other up - hot cock and dripping, pussy, soft breasts
	and slick skin.

	"Hey, look," Sam said softly, turning so Judy could see Cindy and
	Dick.

	Judy snuggled against her steady.  His arms were around her.  One
	hand was on her breasts, the other on her naked pussy.  She was
	watching Cindy straddling Dick.  Cindy lifted Dick's prick, and
	stopped, poised over it.  She aimed its pink bulbous head up into
	her pussy, her nearly hairless blonde pussy.  The labia were plainly
	visible in the light from the EXIT sign.  Then she lowered herself
	on the tower of blood and gristle, pushed herself down on the turgid
	phallus.  Her young face was twisted with lust as she fucked herself
	wildly on the big cock.

	"Shit!" Sam swore softly, his hand digging into Judy's pussy, his
	finger working in her soaking, oozing opening.

	Judy was too hot to do more than sigh.  Sam's hand in her pussy was
	sending wave after wave of searing,  gut-wrenching excitement
	through her.  But the sight of Cindy taking that monster cock up
	into her sex was even more stimulating. Judy spread  her legs, bent
	her knees.  Her hips rolled as she watched Cindy fucking Dick.

	Cindy looked over at Judy, straight up into Judy's wide open crotch,
	where Sam's finger was pumping in Judy's dripping opening.  "Neat!"
	the blonde girl exclaimed excitedly.  "Lemme see you take cock in
	there, Judy."

	Judy flushed, turned on Sam, and ripped his hand away from her sex.
	She pushed Sam down on his back, then straddled him.  She had never
	done it like this before.  Her experience had been limited to
	episodes on the back seat of a car.  But seeing Cindy do it had
	given her the needed impetus.  A wild, overpowering insane sexuality
	was driving Judy onward.

	She lowered herself on Sam's big, hard cock and drove it up into her
	dripping vagina while Cindy and Dick watched.  Then, while she
	fucked herself down on Sam, Judy watched Cindy fucking Dick.
	Cindy's breasts quivered and shook.  She lifted and Dick's cock slid
	into view, wet and shining - then lowered herself and Dick's cock
	vanished between her spread labia.

	Watching Cindy and Dick increased Judy's excitement.  She pumped up
	and down on Sam's phallus, feeling it piston in her tight, youthful,
	almost virginal pussy.  The fact that Cindy was watching her made
	Judy's excitement greater, made her move faster, made her hips rock
	and roll wildly.  She reached down and fingered her own clitoris
	while she pumped up and down on Sam's prick.

	"Oh man," Cindy sighed.  "Oh man, am I going to cum.  Oh shit, am I
	going to Cum, CUM, CUM!"

	Dick's hips heaved upward and slammed his cock into Cindy's spasming
	pussy.  The blonde girl hung quivering on the skewer in her guts and
	a wave of thick goo oozed from the joint between their two sexes and
	smeared into Dick's pubic hair.

	Sam was ramming his cock up into Judy as she lifted and dropped on
	him.  She kept her eyes on the two straining interlocked bodies in
	front of her, until her own flaming orgasm engulfed her and she was
	trembling in the grip of her cumming.

*     *     *

	Judy shook her head.  She carefully freed herself from Mark's
	embrace and slipped into the bathroom.  Closing the door, she turned
	on the light, leaned on the sink, and stared blindly at her
	reflection in the mirror.  The rest of that long-ago night with Sam
	and Dick and Cindy was a kaleidoscopic jumble of sex, and more sex,
	with Sam and with Dick indiscriminately.  They had traded partners
	all night in a wanton orgy. Youthful endurance had made all things
	possible for them.  They had watched each other making love, and
	thrilled to being watched.  The huge tumbling mat for their bed,
	they had had a boundless, unrestrained night of sex.  It was a wild
	night of experimentation as they had all tried to out-perform each
	other.

	Judy wondered - was that the way she really was?  Was she, deep
	down, just an animal?

	She couldn't be.  That night had been a fluke, an accident, youthful
	experimentation, nothing more.  It no more made her a nymphomaniac
	than one single marijuana cigarette made her a dope addict.

	But, if that was true, why had she so enjoyed herself with the
	Sheins and with Andrew McCarter?  Maybe she was just a wanton slut.
	Because, she was, after all, looking forward to an encounter with
	someone.  The sale wasn't final yet.  Maybe there was more to come.
	She hoped there wasn't, for the sake of her sanity.  But, at the
	same time, she hoped there was.

	After taking two aspirin, Judy slipped back in bed beside her
	husband, and tried, unsuccessfully, to sleep.

Chapter 7

	Judy was fiddling aimlessly with leftover paperwork.  The first
	thing she had done when she had gotten to the office was check for
	the listing agreement.  Her knees had begun shaking when she
	discovered that she had not locked her desk after all.  But the
	Shein listing agreement was still safely hidden where she had left
	it.

	Now she could only wait.  She used the time to get caught up on her
	paperwork.  Because interest rates were sky high, the real estate
	business was in a slump.  Most people who wanted to buy couldn't get
	the loans they needed.  And very few people wanted to sell.  Anyone
	who could was grimly hanging on to what he had.

	Which was what had driven Judy to take the desperate steps she had
	with Steven Shein.  Now the die was cast.  All she could do was
	wait.  Mark's time on the kidney machine was drawing closer and
	closer to an end, making the waiting all the more difficult.

	Judy jumped when the telephone rang, then grabbed it before the one
	other agent that was in could answer it.

	"Mrs. Penncroft, this is Andrew McCarter," the voice on the other
	end said.

	"Yes, sir," Judy responded, acutely conscious that the other
	salesman was listening to everything she said.  "How are you today?"

	"Fine, thanks."

	"What can I do for you?" Judy asked, trying to make it sound like an
	ordinary inquiry.

	"Mrs. Penneroft, we seem to have a problem" Mr. McCarter answered.

	Judy's heart sank.  "Oh?" she asked, trying to keep her fear from
	showing on either her face or in her voice.

	"I've had a bit of a problem with the bank," McCarter continued.
	"They don't want to give me a mortgage."

	"Why not?" Judy asked.  She saw the other salesman eyeing her
	curiously, which made her even more cautious.  She was searching for
	phrases and sentences that would give nothing away about the sale.

	"They won't say, exactly."

	"It's not you, is it?" Judy asked fearfully.

	"No, definitely not," McCarter assured her "My credit is A-one.  No,
	that's not the problem."

	"Too expensive?" Judy pried.

	"No.  If they'd give me the mortgage they'd only want eight per
	cent.  That's a bargain these days."

	"Then I don't understand."

	"They just don't seem to want to release the money," McCarter
	continued.

	"That doesn't make any sense."

	"I told them that.  How can they make money if they don't loan out
	money is my philosophy. They gave me a runaround about not wanting
	to put that much money into one project.  They also made some
	comment about being able to get a better return on short-term paper,
	rather than a thirty-year mortgage.  I think they are trying to pull
	a stall, on the theory that the ceiling on interest rates is going
	to be raised again."

	"That makes sense," Judy agreed.

	"The man who is the problem is Milton Caldwell," McCarter went on.

	"Why tell me?" Judy asked.  She was relieved to note that her
	colleague in the office had gone back to his paperwork, but knew he
	still might be listening.

	"I think there is a solution to the log-jam," McCarter explained.
	"I think that if you were to go and see Mr. Caldwell, you could
	change his mind."

	"Huh?" Judy asked suspiciously.

	"I think that this is a situation where your - ah - unique sales
	approach could tip the balance in our favor."

	"But . . ."

	"Mrs. Penncroft, if I don't get the mortgage, the entire deal is
	off," McCarter pointed out coolly.  "If that should happen, where
	would that leave you - and your husband?"

	Judy felt sick.  She didn't want to do this - she didn't!

	"Now, I really want to buy that house.  And Shein definitely wants
	to sell.  But there is nothing I can do to get that mortgage, and
	there is a great deal you can do."

	"Yes," Judy agreed softly, reluctantly, a sour knot forming in her
	stomach.  Tangled in with that knot of dismay were tight, gleaming
	threads of excitement.

	"Caldwell is the man's name - Milton Caldwell. He's vice president
	in charge of something - notes I think it is."

	"I know him a bit," Judy admitted.  She had spoken with him on the
	telephone a couple of times and remembered his thin voice and
	precise phrasing.

	"If anyone can change his mind, you can, Mrs. Penncroft," McCarter
	told her.

	"Thank you," Judy replied, squeezing the words out of her
	constricted throat.

	"I'll be looking forward to a call from Mr. Caldwell.  Good-bye,
	Mrs. Penncroft."

	"Good-bye," Judy said softly, then hung up.

	"What was that all about?" the other agent asked.  "Trouble?"

	Judy tried to hide her shaking by shuffling papers.  She didn't
	trust her voice, and said nothing.

	"Something to do with Mark?" the man pried.

	Judy clutched at that innocent explanation. "Yes, something to do
	with Mark," she answered. It wasn't really a lie, was it?

	She knew what she had to do.  She felt horror clutch at her as she
	contemplated the situation. The real horror was not that she was
	faced with whoring again.  The true horror was the sick, vile,
	disgusting, perverted excitement she felt at the prospect.  What was
	she becoming?  Dear God, what kind of an animal was she becoming
	that she had the feeling that her prayers had been answered?

	She checked her watch.  Lunch time.  "Are you going to be here this
	afternoon?" she asked.

	The man nodded.  "Damned if I know why, with business the way it is.
	But, I might as well sit here as sit at home.  Maybe something will
	happen to break the monotony.  You going out?"

	Judy nodded.  "I have to see Mark's specialist, after lunch," she
	lied, thinking quickly.

	"Might as well take the whole afternoon, if you want it," the man
	told her.  "I'll cover the phones."

	"I'm not expecting any calls."

	"See you tomorrow."

	Judy hid her eyes behind her dark glasses once she was out on the
	sidewalk.  Her heart was pounding hard as she turned toward the
	bank.  She had no appetite for lunch at this point.

	In the cool interior of the bank, Judy walked over to the low
	railing that set the offices apart. She had the hideous feeling that
	everyone knew what she was up to.

	"I'd like to see Mr. Caldwall, please," she said softly.

	"Certainly," the cool blonde receptionist replied.  "Who shall I say
	is calling?"

	"Penncroft, Mrs. Judy Penncroft."  While the girl was on the phone,
	Judy watched the customers crossing the polished floor.  She had the
	feeling they were all watching her.

	"Mr. Caldwell will see you," the receptionist reported.  "The third
	office from the end."

	"Thank you."  Passing through the gap in the railing, Judy made her
	way across the conservative gray carpeting to the indicated doorway.
	She had been relieved to find that Caldwell had an office.  When she
	saw the solid, sturdy, opaque wooden door, she felt almost relaxed.

	"Mr. Caldwell?" she asked from the doorway,

	"Mrs. Penncroft."  The man pushed his swivel chair back and stood
	up.  "Won't you please come in?  It is indeed a pleasure to meet you
	in person."

	Judy kept her face expressionless as she studied the banker and
	shook his hand.  The man's grip was so feeble she felt as if she had
	been handed a limp sack of soft gelatin.  The rest of him matched
	his handshake.  He was about as tall as Steven Shein, but where
	Shein was hard, Milton Caldwell was soft.  Shein was broad across
	the shoulders, narrow across the waist.  The bank vice president
	reversed it, and had the contours of a pear.

	He was a study in pink and gray - gray hair, pink, round face, gray
	suit and vest.  His tie and his hair seemed to have been color
	coordinated, gray with a thin pink stripe.  His hair was combed
	across his pink bald spot in a series of gray slats. Even his eyes
	were gray, while the whites were bloodshot.  His silver framed
	glasses perched on his round pink nose.

	Judy's feeling of eager anticipation was fading rapidly.

	"Please, have a seat, Mrs. Penneroft," Caldwell urged politely in
	his reedy voice.  He closed the door behind her, then held the chair
	beside his desk for her to sit down in.

	Judy was sure he was sneaking a careful look down her neckline.  She
	carefully crossed her legs, so her skirt would ride up her thigh.

	"Now, just what can I do for you?" the pink and gray man asked as he
	lowered himself into his chair.

	Judy noticed he pushed back so the desk didn't cut off his view of
	her trim legs.  She fiddled with the top button of her blouse.  "I
	wanted to discuss the Andrew McCarter situation with you."

	"McCarter - McCarter," Caldwell mused.  "Ah, yes, of course, Andrew
	McCarter.  Well now, it is a bit unusual to discuss confidential
	matters with an outsider."

	"I'm here at Mr. McCarter's request," Judy explained.  "Why,
	exactly, are you refusing to grant Mr. McCarter a mortgage?"

	The bluntness of the question seemed to astonish the banker.  He
	rocked back in his chair, and the springs protested with a thin
	squeak.  When he rebounded forward again, he sought refuge in the
	papers on his desk, flipping through stack after stack.

	It reminded Judy of a small gray mouse building a nest.

	"Aaahhh, yes, here we are," Caldwell chirped, extracting a long form
	from the heap.  "McCarter, Andrew A.  Uhm hmm.  Hmmmmm."  He
	unfolded the application and looked it over carefully.  "Yes, this
	all seems to be in order."  He looked at Judy again.

	Judy's exasperation was increasing.  She was beginning to think
	nothing was going to get through to this creature.  She casually let
	the top button of her blouse slip through the hole.

	"Why won't you give him the mortgage?" she asked again.  "He has an
	excellent credit rating, there is no disagreement over the interest
	rate, and you have an appraisal of over one and a half million on
	the house in question."

	Caldwell's necktie bobbed peculiarly as he swallowed hard.  His eyes
	kept straying from Judy's face down to the vee of her unbuttoned
	shirt.  "Ahem, well, yes, indeed," he agreed.  "But, you must admit
	we are discussing a very large sum of money."

	Judy was toying with the second button now. "Certainly.  But I was
	under the impression that the business of banks was to loan large
	sums of money.  An eight percent return on your investment,
	especially an investment of this size, is hardly trivial."  She
	could see a film of sweat forming on the man's pink forehead.

	"Ahum, well, that is true," he wheezed.  "However, with interest
	rates as high as they are, the return on eight percent is really
	minimal."

	Judy decided to play dumb.  "I don't understand.  Perhaps if you
	worked it out for me on paper?"

	"Well, um, it's really very simple," Caldwell explained, pulling a
	yellow pad over in front of him.  "For the sake of simplicity, we'll
	take one million dollars.  Now, we can either loan it out in one
	large lump, at eight percent," he explained, scribbling on the pad.

	Judy wasn't listening.  She got gracefully up from her chair and
	went around behind it.  As she passed the door, she casually reached
	out and locked it.  Then she went and stood behind Milton Caldwell.
	She unbuttoned the second button on her blouse.

	"I see what you are driving at," she murmured softly, carefully
	pressing the soft warmth of one of her breasts against the man's
	head as she leaned over him.  He turned his head, and for a moment
	Judy had the insane feeling he was searching for her tit to suckle
	on just the way a hungry baby does.

	"Now," Caldwell squeaked, "if we break that million into smaller
	amounts, of, say, ten loans of one hundred thousand each, the
	picture changes radically."

	Judy eased around beside him and leaned over, her hands on the desk.
	Her breasts swayed enticingly inside her open blouse.  "What are the
	exact figures on that?" she asked, one eye on the electronic
	calculator near her left hand.

	"Well, now the problem gets more complex," Caldwell pointed out.  He
	reached for the calculator.

	Judy intercepted him, putting her hand on top of his and pinning it
	to the desk.  She turned and looked him full in the face, noting how
	his color was shifting from pink to red, and washing out the stripe
	in his tie.  "Why, I'm surprised that a man of your intellect can't
	do that in his head," she flattered him.  His eyes were watering as
	his gaze bounced desperately from her face to her breasts.  His
	flabby lips were shining.

	"Well, yes, of course," he admitted.  "I used to do it that way
	before I got the calculator."

	"You know, Mr. Caldwell, you are a very interesting man," Judy
	informed him in a soft, sexy voice.  She was still holding his hand.

	"Oh, no," he protested softly.

	"Why, you are, too," Judy insisted, letting his hand go and turning
	to sit on his desk.  Crossing her legs, she kicked off her sandals.
	Then she folded her arms under her breasts and lifted and pressed
	them inward.  "Why, I'm sure Mrs. Caldwell has a great deal of
	difficulty keeping her hands off you."

	"There is - cough - there is no Mrs. Caldwell," the banker mumbled
	nervously.  "Now, as I was saying, if we . . ."

	"No Mrs. Caldwell!" Judy exclaimed.  "Why, that's unbelieveable!
	Oh, but wait, I understand. A man of your qualities and talents
	doesn't want to be tied down to just one woman.  Mr. Caldwell, you
	are a devil, aren't you - the gay bachelor."

	Not really "gay" Judy prayed softly.

	"Well, I, uhm, I  - aaahhhh.  Yes, I am a bachelor," he admitted.

	Judy had the feeling the banker was suddenly finding his pants a
	little too tight.  She wondered if he still lived with his mother.
	She unbuttoned still another button.

	"Now, I've got to keep my mind on business." she insisted.  "You
	were saying about the loan?" She twisted sideways and leaned
	forward, giving him a totally unobstructed view of her pale breasts
	and their pink tips.

	Caldwell's hand shook as he picked up a pencil. The numbers on the
	pad were a meaningless jumble.  He kept seeing Mrs. Penncroft's bare
	breasts inside her blouse.  They were practically in front of his
	nose, tantalizing soft mounds with pink tips as delectable and
	exciting as anything he had ever seen in his life.  There was a
	subtle pain in his chest from the sight of this small woman's
	graceful, feminine torso within her blouse.  And why were his pants
	suddenly so tight and uncomfortable?

	Judy knew she almost had him.  She let her arms slide the length of
	his desk, bulldozing a drift of papers along.  The telephone toppled
	off the desk and bounced on the carpet with a soft ring.

	"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," the receptionist said tinnily from the
	receiver.

	Caldwell scrabbled for the phone, picked it up and muttered
	something, then hung up.

	Judy was lying on his desk, on her side.  She stroked one leg
	sensuously against the other.  "I'm sorry," she groaned, "I just
	can't keep my mind on business in your presence.  I am just too
	hot!"

	She unbuttoned the last button of her blouse and spread it open to
	reveal one delicate breast.

	"Mrs. Penn - Mrs. Penncroft, wh-what in the world are you doing?" he
	stuttered in a strangled voice.

	Judy was holding her head propped up with one hand.  With the other,
	she reached over and eased the banker's suit jacket back off one
	shoulder and then the other.  "Aren't you terribly warm in all those
	clothes?" she asked softly.  "It is very warm in here.  Why, you're
	even perspiring!"

	"Yes, yes, I guess it is rather warm.  The air conditioning must
	have broken down," Caldwell agreed.  He shed his jacket with Judy's
	help.

	"I am just so warm," Judy purred, rolling on her back on the desk.
	She felt the calendar digging into her shoulder and shoved it aside.
	Then she sensuously wriggled out of her blouse.

	Milton Caldwell was at a total loss.  He had never, ever encountered
	anything like this.  Why, the woman was practically naked!  Right in
	the middle of his desk!  And her breasts, they looked so soft and
	exciting, like mounds of ice cream. They were delicious gentle white
	hills, with sharp pink points.  What would happen if he touched
	them?  They were just too inviting not to.  He reached out with
	shaking fingers and gently brushed the pink points - and jerked his
	hand back when he felt an electric charge streak up his arm.  He had
	never before touched anything so incredibly hot and exciting.

	"Oh, yes," Judy hissed.  Her passion was becoming real.  Something
	about seducing this balding innocent was incredibly exciting.  The
	gentle, shy touch of his fingers on her tits made her breasts burn
	with excitement.  She reached down and unfastened her skirt.  Then
	she lifted her hips off the desk and eased her skirt down over her
	thighs, let it slide down her legs and kicked it off.

	The wood of the desk was cool against her buttocks, even through her
	panties.  Nearly naked, Judy writhed sensuously on the banker's
	desk. She rubbed the insides of her thighs together, thrilling to
	the feel of satin skin against satin skin.  Caldwell's shaking
	fingers were playing delicately with her tits, making her nipples
	burn. When he finally engulfed her small breasts with both of his
	sweating hands, Judy's eyes glazed with passion.  God, she loved
	having her body caressed by a man - or a woman for that matter. It
	just felt so incredibly, wonderfully good to have hands touching
	her.

	"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?" she whispered softly.

	"Yes," Milton Caldwell squeaked.  "I am, I am wearing too many
	clothes."  Jerking his hands off Judy's breasts, he lurched up from
	his chair, sending it banging back into the wall.  He tore
	frantically at his vest.  A gold pocket watch popped out of its
	pocket and swung wildly on the end of its chain as he hurriedly
	stripped off his vest.  Then he was tearing at his pants, his shirt.

	His sleeveless undershirt was bulged out by his potbelly, and his
	legs, protruding from the bottom of his boxer shorts, were skinny
	and knobby and ludicrous.  But there was something lurking inside
	those shorts that was enough to make Judy's mouth and pussy both
	water.  Then the banker stripped off his underwear, and Judy gulped.
	Hanging below the man's potbelly was the most titanic, incredibly
	delicious-looking cock she had ever seen in her entire life.  It
	dangled obscenely downward, a monstrous pillar of blood-engorged
	flesh, pallid white with a pink knob.  A shining drool of lubricant
	swung pendulum-like toward the floor from the slit at the tip.

	"My panties," Judy croaked.  "Take off my panties."

	Caldwell was licking his lips mindlessly.  He was giddy with a lust
	he had never felt in his life.  He felt his swollen cock swinging
	ponderously between his scrawny thighs.  As he moved around to the
	end of his desk, his cock rapped against it with a dull thud,
	sending a painful jolt through him.  He reached for the lithe,
	graceful woman's panties, and hooked his pudgy fingers in the
	elastic.  He fastened his eyes on her breasts as he hauled her
	panties off her, exposing more and more of her incredibly pretty
	belly, then a dark, thrilling patch of hair.  She lifted her hips
	off the desk, and he pulled and tugged the lacy garment down, noting
	how the crotch seemed to cling up between her thighs.  The lace
	pulled away from her bush and he could see two pouting lips and a
	dark, exciting slit between them far down between her thighs.
	Ruffled pink folds protruded from her slit.

	This was what the girly magazines he had risked buying had concealed
	from him.  This was what was really in that formless gray area they
	showed, or behind the artfully positioned thigh or towel or hand.
	This was the secret that had been withheld from him for all these
	years.

	He felt as if he were about to explode.

	Judy let her thighs spread, and dangled her feet and legs over the
	end of the desk.  She opened herself wide to the man, blatantly
	exposing the hot core of her sex.

	"Touch me - down there," she urged him. "Touch me!  See what I have
	down there.  All for you, just for you."  She fondled her breasts,
	pressing and massaging them, rolling the nipples between her
	fingers.

	Caldwell stood between her open thighs, drooling at the sight of her
	wantonly exposed pussy. He heard her request, and couldn't believe
	his incredible good fortune.  His pudgy hands trembled with a
	palsied lust as he reached for her dark, exciting bush.  The hair
	was springy and wiry.  He combed his fingers through it, combed the
	coils out straight and watched how they sprang back to embrace the
	pale flesh under them. He touched the labia through the hair, and
	was amazed at how soft and yielding the flesh was in spite of the
	hard bone beneath.  Then he spread the labia, exposing a flash of
	brilliant, shining pink underneath.

	Incredibly complicated, was his first thought. There were
	marvelously intricate folds of pink tissues.  There, what was that,
	that funny looking little pink pearl up near the top?  He touched
	it.

	Judy sucked in her breath at the fiery touch on her clitoris.

	Caldwell jerked his hand back as the woman flinched.

	"Again," Judy urged.  "Touch me there again."

	He did, and was amazed at her reaction, at the way the flat plane of
	her stomach heaved. He flicked the turgid button again, and watched
	Judy writhe and jerk on the top of his desk.  Then he went exploring
	again.  There was a deep, thrilling, mysterious-looking hole down
	between her thighs.  He probed it delicately, and felt hot juices
	coat his thumb.  A warm, incredibly exciting smell filled his nose
	as he studied the pink orifice at closer range through his bifocals.

	"Fuck me," Judy urged softly.  She was burning up with lust.  In her
	mind she held the picture of the banker's mighty cock.  The way he
	was probing her pussy with his hands only made her more aware of its
	gaping emptiness.

	Milton Caldwell barely heard her, and didn't understand what she was
	saying anyway.  He was more interested in exploring the new
	territory spread before him.  What was that, further back, below
	that large, dark opening?  What was that tight, puckered brown bud
	between her buttocks?

	It had to be her anus!  The realization sent a shock through
	Caldwell.  He felt a surge of disgust and revulsion.  But his lust
	overcame it.  Perverted curiosity urged him to explore that
	intriguing orifice.  Delicately, he poked one finger at the tiny
	opening in the heart of the puckered ring.

	"Jesus!" Judy erupted in shock at the unexpected touch.  God that
	felt good!

	Licking his lips with excitement, his eyes bulging, Milton Caldwell
	probed that tight hole again, boring his index finger into it with a
	twisting motion.  Something about exploring that foul hole was
	unbelievably exciting.

	"Aaaaahhhhhhwww shit," Judy growled insanely.  The finger, or
	whatever it was being worked up into her backside, felt unbelievably
	good! What in the world was happening with this weird little man?
	How was it that both of them were receiving an education?  Judy had
	thought she knew it all, but the banker's innocent curiosity was
	quickly disproving that.

	The hole Caldwell was probing felt tight, and hot, and greasy around
	his finger.  But once he got beyond the tight closure, into her
	rectum, she opened out.  He twisted and turned his finger in her
	hole, exploring.  When he drew his finger out, her ring of muscle
	snapped tightly shut again.

	Judy whimpered from the extraction, suddenly missing something that
	she had never known existed.  "Fuck me," she pleaded again, more
	loudly.

	This time the man heard her, and cared, and wanted to.  But the
	entire thing was so totally beyond his experience he didn't know
	what to do, and stood there between her thighs.

	"I-I don't know how," he admitted, agonized. "I don't know how."  He
	was about to dissolve into tears.

	Judy levered herself up on her arms.  "It's all right, I'll show
	you, I'll show you," she told him quickly.  She eased her ass to the
	edge of the desk.

	"Come," she urged softly.  "Come close."

	Hesitantly, the potbellied banker stepped up between her thighs.

	Sitting on the edge of the desk, Judy reached down and took his
	titanic cock in her fingers.  It was hot and heavy.  She lifted and
	weighed it wonderingly.  "God, it's so big," she sighed softly.

	"Is it, really?" the man asked shyly.

	"It really is," Judy answered honestly.  "Come here."  She tugged
	him closer to her.  "It goes here," she instructed, nestling the tip
	in between her labia, wedging them open with the rounded pink head.

	"Oooohhh," Caldwell sighed.  "You feel so hot."

	"Now, in," Judy urged in a choked voice, tugging at the exposed
	shaft.  She felt her vagina slowly stretching to accommodate the
	banker's monster phallus.  She knew her hole had never ever been
	faced with absorbing such a monstrous invasion.  "In," she urged
	again, talking as much to herself as she was to him.

	Looking down her slender, hungry body, Judy could see the massive
	shaft slowly burrowing into her vagina, just as she could feel it.
	She could feel her flesh stretching to encompass the mammoth organ.
	The towering pale column that connected her with the banker gleamed
	and pulsed as he worked it deeper and deeper into her body, the
	distance between them diminishing slowly. "In," she whispered.

	"My God," Milton Caldwell gasped.  "Oh, my God!" It was
	unbelievable, the feeling of his engorged, enraged penis being
	engulfed by hot, clinging flesh.  Nerves he had never known existed
	were carrying incredible messages of pleasure to his dazed mind.
	Rivers of flame were zooming along his ganglia, making his flabby
	muscles quiver and tremble.

	It was incredible, phenomenal the way the petite woman's body took
	his thing in.  The hole he was driving his cock into seemed almost
	to suck it in.  She felt hot and ripply and velvety and slippery.
	He had never known it was possible for any two things to embrace as
	closely as the flesh of her vagina and the skin of his cock were.
	He could feel every quiver of her muscular tube, every fiber and
	ripple of the clinging walls.

	A hot pool was gathering deep in his guts, a steaming, impatient,
	too long suppressed wad of semen.

	"In!" Judy rasped sharply, releasing the sliver of prick still
	showing and feeling the head of his phallus butt mindlessly against
	the end of her vagina.  She leaned back on her arms, her mouth
	hanging open as she enjoyed the feeling of being so incredibly full
	of cock.  She felt as if she had a telephone pole in her, stretching
	her in every direction.  Her hands slid slowly out from under her
	and she lay back on the desk.  Her sharp nipples, rigid with lust,
	jutted straight up toward the ceiling.  The tower in her guts
	demanded rigidity of its socket, so she arched her back to keep the
	angle of penetration right.

	Milton Caldwell's cock was getting used to being held so warmly and
	tightly, and that was taking some of the searing pleasure out of the
	act.  The arching pale tummy and body stretched on his desk beckoned
	to him.  He reached out and stroked his soft hands over her tender
	skin, over her breasts and her belly.  Judy shifted and he felt the
	walls of her vagina slide around his cock.  That was it!  That was
	the feeling!

	Experimentally, the banker drew back, sliding his monster phallus
	out of her.  His prick blazed with renewed life from the friction.
	He pushed back into that hot gripping glove, and his penis erupted
	in incredible flames of pleasure.

	"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the feeling of being emptied and then
	restuffed with the huge organ.  It was incredible!

	Caldwell drew out again, sliding his prick almost completely out of
	the hole.  Then he rocked forward, ramming it deep into the woman
	again. Flames roared higher in his groin.  It was like the pressures
	and fires of a volcano building higher and higher.  There was an
	eruption building there, an explosive convulsion that would bathe
	his entire being in pleasure.  All it was going to take was just a
	fraction more stimulation and it would be inevitable.

	He drew out and felt the first pre-tremors of the major blast.
	Quickly, desperately, instinctively, he rammed his cock deep into
	the searing tunnel and he felt it happening, an indescribable
	convulsing and pumping of muscles and reservoirs he had never known
	existed.  Something marvelous seared the length of his cock and
	exploded from the tip to spatter against the clutching end of Mrs.
	Penncroft's vagina.  Bolt after searing bolt of lightning
	electrified the entire length of his phallus, and the backlash
	seared his nerves with ecstasy.  His hips thrust forward, buried the
	head of his cock against the end of the fleshy socket.  His cum
	pressured through the space, hydraulically separating his flesh from
	hers.

	Milton Caldwell gurgled senselessly, his body arching, his eyes
	bulging as he unloaded thirty years of suppressed cum into the lithe
	body on his desk.  His muscles squeezed and convulsed and pumped and
	pumped and pumped until he ached with exhaustion.  Then their
	convulsing faded to just a quivering.  Panting, flushed and sweaty,
	the banker fell forward over Judy, smothering her with his bulk.

	"Nooooo " Judy whimpered.  "Not so soon, not already."  But it was
	hopeless.  She felt the banker's organ shrinking in her still hungry
	vagina, leaving her hanging on the brink of her own orgasm.
	Pleasure faded and was replaced with misery, a hungry ache deep in
	her guts.  "Aawww, shit," she swore miserably, beating on the
	banker's flabby back with ineffectual fists.

	Aroused, he pushed up off her and backed away, his prick slipping
	free of her pussy.  "I'm sorry," he mumbled.  "Oh, dear God, I am so
	sorry!"

	"So am I," Judy admitted in a husky voice.

	"I shouldn't have . . . I don't know what happened to me.  I don't
	know what came over me," the bewildered man babbled.

	"Mr. Caldwell," Judy said sharply.

	"Yes?  What?" he stuttered, holding his boxer shorts vaguely in
	front of himself.

	"About that mortgage," Judy said.

	"What about the mortgage?" Caldwell asked stupidly.

	"Will you approve Mr. McCarter's mortgage?" Judy asked patiently.

	"I beg your pardon?"

	Judy was still seated on his desk.  Deliberately, she posed for him,
	giving him the best possible view of her naked body, all skin and
	curves and exciting dark hair.  "You've had a sample, Mr. Caldwell.
	There might be a bonus in it for you if you were to approve that
	mortgage," she informed him huskily.  He had damn well better
	approve it, she thought.  She was burning up with unsatisfied lust!

	The man got a crafty look.  "You mean . . ."

	Judy didn't say a word.  Instead, she slid one hand down her belly
	to her pussy and slid her fingers into her dripping, soggy swamp of
	pubic hair.  She licked her lips as she played with herself.

	Caldwell dropped his underpants and scrabbled wildly through the
	papers that had spilled from his desk.  His buttocks bobbed
	comically as he pawed through the litter.  Finally he lurched to his
	feet, waving the long form triumphantly like a flag.

	Turning, Judy reached for the desk set and took the pen from its
	socket.  She offered it to him delicately.  She hovered over him,
	one breast nearly in his face as he scrawled his signature on the
	application.

	The instant he was done, Judy pulled the pen out of his hand and
	speared it back into its hole. Then she picked up the form and
	carefully blew the ink dry.  She could see the pudgy man's marvelous
	organ rising slowly to attention as she blew.  Flipping the
	application casually aside, she rolled from the desk and launched
	herself at the banker.  Pressing the full length of her warm,
	womanly body against his, she kissed and nibbled his mouth.  She
	pressed him backward and downward on the gray carpet until he lay in
	front of her.  Licking her lips with excitement, she fondled his
	towering phallus.  She had to do it, she just had to see what that
	incredible column of meat would taste like.  She lowered her head
	and took the cap in her mouth, amazed at how wide her jaw had to
	gape to take it.

	It was warm and pulsing with life.  It tasted of cum, his cum, and
	her juices.  She slurped up the mingling of flavors with gusto.  Her
	vagina was squeezing, searching blindly for the monumental meal that
	had been so unceremoniously snatched away from it.

	Holding the mammoth shaft in her hand, Judy straddled the banker's
	hips and lifted herself over his tower.  Nestling the head in her
	opening, she lowered herself on it, driving it up into her belly in
	one steady thrust.  She felt as if she was being split open by the
	huge organ.

	"Uh!" she grunted, dropping the last inch.

	"Oh my!" Milton Caldwell gasped.  It was there again, that
	wonderful, gripping, embrace around his penis.  He shifted his hips
	and felt that marvelous hot friction of flesh against flesh.  The
	simmering pool was already building deep in his groin.

	Leaning forward, Judy braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted
	and dropped, pistoning on the shaft in her guts.  She was close to
	an orgasm already, rapidly regaining the peak she had left just
	minutes before.  She loved the slapping squishy sound of her body
	meeting Caldwell's, thrilled to the thick stench of sex.  And there
	was something else she wanted to try.  She took one of Caldwell's
	hands and dragged it around to her ass.  She worked his fingers into
	the crack there.

	"You want?"

	"Stick your finger up my butt," she ordered harshly.

	Caldwell didn't have to be asked twice.  Just the thought of that
	vile act filled him with a lewd excitement.  He sought and found her
	anus in the sweaty, steaming crevice of her bottom.  Her flesh was
	slimy with cum, making entry easy.  He bored his finger up into the
	tight, resisting opening, twisting and turning as if he were
	screwing an awl into her.

	Judy lay forward over the banker, bathed in searing pleasure from
	the cock in her vagina and the finger in her tail.  She squirmed and
	writhed against him as the level of her pleasure rose and rose and
	rose.  She groaned and whimpered as the fires roared higher and
	higher and higher from the itching friction of a finger in her
	asshole and a monstrous cock in her vagina.

	Caldwell was grunting and sweating as he twisted his finger in the
	greasy opening.  He could feel his cock through her flesh!  He
	heaved, pistoning his cock in her vagina.  He could feel his finger
	with his cock!  The increased frictional stimulation blistered along
	his nerves, bringing his climax still closer.

	"Aw-aw-awh-awh," Judy grunted as she worked and wriggled on the two
	invaders, grinding her clitoris to a fiery paste against Caldwell's
	pubic bone.  "Aw - I'm cum - I'm cumm - I'm cumminnnnggggggg," she
	moaned insanely, clutching at the banker with her arms and her legs
	and her torso.  She sank her teeth in the flesh of his shoulder as
	she came and came and came.  She was vaguely aware of his hips
	jamming up against hers.  She felt spurts of semen slamming against
	the end of her vagina.  Her anus was clenching and squeezing the
	finger in its grasp as it got in on the orgasm, too.

	Then there was nothing but muscle-aching exhaustion left.  Wearily,
	she hauled herself off the banker after his prick had shriveled to a
	feeble limp shadow of its former self.

	"Aaah, me," Milton Caldwell sighed as he lay on his back, catching
	his breath.

	Judy began gathering her clothes.  Slowly, aching, she dressed,
	feeling cum streaming from her pussy.  Reaching in her purse, she
	found a tampon.  With her back to Caldwell, she inserted it to
	staunch the flow of semen, reflecting as she did that she had no
	shame.  Then she put on her panties and the rest of her clothes.

	"Mr. Caldwell, I think you had better get dressed," she said calmly.

	"Oh?  Oh.  Oh, my goodness!" the banker exclaimed, looking at the
	chaotic office.  Papers were all over the floor.  He scrambled to
	his feet and into his clothes, fumbling in his haste.  Then he was
	down on his knees raking up the papers. Judy knelt and helped him,
	then dumped the drifts untidily on his desk.  Carefully, she put the
	signed mortgage agreement in his "Out" basket.

	"Thank you very much, Mr. Caldwell," she said politely.

	"It - it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Penncroft,"
	he replied.  "I'll see you at the closing."

	Judy crossed the open area of the bank as if nothing had happened.

Chapter 8

	As Judy watched Mark, her eyes clouded with worry.  His jaw was
	clenched.  Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and every few moments his
	body was convulsed with a chill.  She didn't need to ask him how bad
	it was.  She knew.  Normally, by now, he would have been on the
	kidney machine at the hospital.  But they had stretched the interval
	out by one more day.  They were desperately stringing out the last
	few treatments as far as they possibly could.

	"Mark, the hospital?" she offered desperately.

	"No!" He bit the word out, his jaw snapping sharply on the single
	syllable.

	"But it's dangerous," she pointed out unnecessarily.  Now the
	intervals between his treatments were going beyond the merely
	uncomfortable.

	They were taking a calculated risk and a miscalculation could be
	fatal.

	Getting everything set for the final closing on the Sheins' house
	had dragged on and on and on.  Mark's time on the kidney machine had
	dwindled and dwindled.  They were down to the final bitter end.

	"I have to go," she sighed sadly.  She was beginning to feel that
	she and Mark couldn't possibly win against the odds.

	"Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back," Mark assured her
	tightly.

	"You damn well better be," she growled in a feeble attempt at humor.
	They both knew there was only one place he could go now.

	Once in the car she blinked back her tears and coaxed the tired
	motor to life.  Then she remembered, shut it off, and got out the
	gallon can of recycled oil.  Wrestling the hood up, she refilled the
	crankcase.  It had become a morning ritual to keep the car alive.

	As she drove to the office, Judy focused her mind on what she had to
	do.  Mark couldn't possibly last another month.  Somehow, she had to
	get the date for the closing moved up.  The Sheins had been stalling
	for no reason Judy could figure. The bank had been stalling, in
	spite of Caldwell's approval, because they wanted to hold on to the
	money as long as they could.  And Andrew McCarter was in no hurry
	because the down payment money was picking up interest in a savings
	account.

	No one was impatient but Judy.

	"Hi, Beautiful," another agent greeted her.

	"Any calls?" Judy asked, trying to sound casual.

	"Nope.  You expecting any?"

	"Not really," Judy lied.  She sat at her desk and fiddled.

	"Wish I could figure it out," the other agent muttered softly after
	a long silence.

	"Figure what out?" Judy asked.

	"Shein," the man answered.

	Judy thought he had said "shine".  "Tried the shoe shop down the
	street?" she asked.

	"Not 'shine' as in 'shoe', but 'Shien' as in 'Steven'," the man
	snapped.

	Judy's heart skipped a beat.  "What about Steven Shein?" she asked.

	"He's selling his house," the man answered. "As a matter of fact, I
	hear it is sold."

	Judy felt as if she was going to faint.  "Nonsense," she croaked.

	"It's not nonsense.  I got the straight poop from an unimpeachable
	source."

	"Who?" Judy asked.  God, was her whole world coming down around her
	all at once?

	"Secretary at the bank handled the paperwork on the mortgage.  And
	another one did the deed for the lawyer."

	Judy muttered a foul expletive about secretaries who talked.  "Well,
	if it's sold, it's sold," Judy said in a resigned tone.  "Nothing we
	can do about it."

	"The thing that gets me is, I can't figure out who handled the
	deal," the salesman went on. "I absolutely cannot get a peep out of
	anyone. You'd think whoever pulled off a deal that big would be
	bragging all over town about it."

	"Maybe it was a private deal - no agent," Judy suggested
	desperately.

	"Not likely.  It's too big, too much money's involved."

	"How much?" Judy asked innocently.

	"A million and a half."

	Judy tried to whistle.  She had the feeling that the listing
	agreement was burning a hole through the bottom of her desk.

	"One thing's for certain," the salesman went on.  "Whoever pulled
	this off is really, really sharp.  They got an unwilling seller and
	an unwilling buyer together, got mortgage money, all in the tightest
	real estate market in history. That is some salesman."

	"Sure is," Judy agreed wholeheartedly.  "You going to be here all
	day?"

	"You going out again?"

	Judy nodded.  "Nothing to do here.  Maybe I can scare up something
	if I go out."

	"Lots of luck," the man snorted, and picked up a paperback book.

	"See you."

	"Worser and worser," Judy muttered sourly to herself as she drove
	toward the Sheins' house. If she didn't close the deal quickly, the
	whole lid was going to blow off it and Mark would be dead.  She had
	to get the closing moved up.

	The Sheins were both home, both out by the pool.  When Steven had
	come to the door in his robe, Judy had braced herself.  Paula was
	stretched out on her stomach in the sun, her nicely rounded, smooth
	buttocks tanning slowly.

	"Have a swim?" Shein invited cordially.

	"No, I . . ."

	"A swim will definitely improve your outlook," he told her easily.

	Judy sighed.  She didn't want to.  Lord, how she didn't want to.
	She didn't want to take the time, and she didn't want to feel like
	she was being used by the whole damn world.  But now, more than
	ever, she had no choice.

	The fact that Paula Shein rolled over and sat up as Judy began
	undressing made it all the harder.  Undressing for Steven Shein that
	first time, or rather being undressed by him, had been bad enough.
	Something about having husband and wife, both of whom had "had" her,
	both watching, made it pure agony for Judy to bare herself in front
	of them.  She felt sick, miserable and ashamed as she stripped her
	slender body and exposed it to the harsh sunlight.

	Paula Shein's eyes were unreadable behind her dark glasses.  There
	was a faint smile on her elegant lips.  Her streaked hair was
	casually loose, down over her tan shoulders.  She had turned over
	and looked totally relaxed.  Her nipples were flat, her feet spread
	slightly so her pussy was exposed to the bright sun.

	"A swim," Steven Shein said firmly.

	Dutifully, Judy followed him across the deck and into the cool blue
	water.  She swam with him to the end of the pool, then clung to the
	edge when he stopped and turned to face her.

	"Well?" he asked.

	Judy took a deep breath, feeling the cool water caress her sharp
	nipples and her hot pussy.  She was agonizingly aware Paula Shein
	was watching them from the other end of the pool.

	"I want to get the closing date moved to this Friday," Judy blurted
	out.

	"And?"

	Judy shook her head in frustration.  She knew he was purposely being
	difficult.  "Will you agree to having the closing this Friday?" she
	asked.

	Shein shrugged.  "It's all right with me."

	Judy felt a surge of relief.  So simple!

	"But you'll have to talk to Paula, too," Shein continued, nodding in
	his wife's direction.

	"Doesn't she want to get moved?"

	Shein ducked under the water.  When he emerged, his face was
	sparkling wet.  When he smiled his teeth looked very sharp and white
	against his tanned face.  "Why don't we go talk with her and see?"
	he suggested quietly.

	Judy was at a loss.  She was being manipulated, and she knew it.
	But where was it leading? Steven Shein matched her stroke for stroke
	as she swam to the shallow end.  When she stood up in the waist-deep
	water, she knew, in spite of the dark glasses, that Paula Shein's
	eyes were focused on her.

	Steven was at her side as she slogged up the steps.  Out of the
	corner of her eye she saw his cock bobbing along ahead of him like a
	blunt lance.  He had a titanic erection.  Why?

	"Judy - ah, Mrs. Penncroft, wants to get the closing date moved up,"
	Steven Shein informed his wife.  "I told her she would have to
	discuss the matter with you."

	Judy didn't miss the emphasis on the word "discuss" and neither did
	Paula Shein.  The elegant woman's smile broadened.  Her mouth opened
	slightly and there was a flash of white teeth as she licked her lips
	meaningfully.

	"I see," Paula Shein said softly.

	"Mrs. Shein, I . . ."

	"Please, call me Paula."

	Judy nodded and opened her mouth to start again.

	"I am open to discussion," Paula Shein added. The statuesque woman
	spread her legs, wider and wider.  The long, graceful fingers of one
	hand combed through her lush pubic bush.

	Judy suddenly caught on to what the Sheins were leading up to.  She
	darted a quick glance at Steven Shein.  He was grinning hotly and
	had a monstrous erection.

	"Convince me," Paula Shein said softly, fingering her pussy.  "Use
	that wonderful mouth of yours, and convince me."

	Judy felt sick.  She also felt hot.  Her mouth was watering at the
	sight of Paula Shein's pussy.  She didn't want to - but she did!
	Besides, what else could she do?

	"Come," Paula Shein ordered in a husky voice, beckoning with one
	hand, still fingering her sex with the other.

	Her throat knotted with revulsion and excitement, Judy advanced on
	the tan and blonde woman on the lounge.  Approaching Paula from the
	foot of the lounge, Judy had an unobstructed view of the woman's
	most intimate parts, the pouting, hairy lips of her pussy, the flash
	of pink in the heart of her bush, even the secret, dark crack that
	hid her anus.  Now Paula's nipples were stiff and excited, her
	breasts sagging slightly because of her semi-prone position.

	Judy's shins banged the foot of the lounge. She sank to her knees on
	the plastic webbing. She crawled slowly up between Paula's spread
	legs.  Judy couldn't take her eyes off her dark hairy goal.

	Judy slowly and reluctantly lowered her face toward the hairy
	pocket.  There was no stimulation of her own pussy to encourage her
	this time. But she still felt a gut-twisting, perverted excitement
	at what she was about to do.  She had heard that men found watching
	lesbians exciting.  She wondered what Steven Shein thought of it,
	what he was doing.

	Paula Shein placed one hand on the back of Judy's head and pushed it
	down into her pussy. Judy resisted, but just barely.  She closed her
	eyes, smelled warm sex, then felt kinky, wiry hair on her nose, her
	cheeks.  Then her face was being driven into hot, soft flesh.  Her
	nose was swallowed in thick female sex smell.  Judy opened her
	mouth, drilled her tongue into the hot, juicy flesh and tasted the
	metallic flavor of a woman's juices.  The hand on the back of Judy's
	head gave her no escape.  Paula's lean, smooth thighs closed on the
	sides of her head, trapping Judy completely in the hot, steaming
	pocket of female sex.

	Judy raped her tongue into Paula's hot, oozing sex.  She drilled
	deep into the dripping well of Paula's vagina.  Harsh pubic hair
	scratched her cheeks as she lapped and lapped in Paula's crack.
	Blindly, Judy snorffled through the clinging terrain in search of
	Paula's clitoris.  Locating the hard little button with her lips,
	Judy sucked it into her mouth and then munched on it with her lips
	and tongue.  She rolled and squeezed and tormented Paula's nerve-
	loaded protrusion.

	Paula's hips heaved, hammering her pussy into Judy's sex.  Paula
	looked fondly down at the top of Judy's head and Judy's smooth,
	slender, graceful bare back.  Judy's ass was high in the air, her
	pale buttocks were gleaming in the sun.  Waves of fire bathed Paula
	as she was devoured by Judy's working mouth.  Her mouth sagging open
	with pleasure, Paula smiled a slow sensuous smile, and nodded
	languidly at her husband.  As he came up behind Judy, Paula pressed
	down on the back of Judy's head with her hand and clenched her
	thighs.

	Judy's own sex was weeping with frustration. She was horny.
	Stimulating Paula Shein with her mouth was getting Judy incredibly
	excited. Her own pussy was empty and ignored, while Paula Shein's
	was getting an oral fucking that was driving her wild.  Judy was
	suffocating in Paula's pussy, and dying of frustration at the same
	time.

	Paula's sudden shove on the back of Judy's head drove her nose deep
	into Paula's crotch. At the same time the bones of Judy's head
	creaked from the increased pressure of Paula's thighs.  What was
	happening?

	The lounge behind Judy sagged.  Who . . .? Steven Shein!  The man,
	Paula's husband, he was behind her!  What was he doing?  Judy tried
	to escape.  Her face, smothered in dripping, oozing, hairy pussy,
	was trapped between two strong thighs.

	There were hands on Judy's ass, Steven Shein's hands.  They stroked
	and pinched her upraised buttocks.  Then he was gripping her waist
	in his strong hands.  What was he going to do?  What was Steven
	Shein doing back there?

	The sturdy man knelt behind Judy, studying her ass admiringly.  It
	was so nice and rounded and firm and exciting, two lush round buns
	separated by a deep, exciting crack.  And down between her thighs
	was a dark, intriguing bush and two bulging pouting labia.  In the
	dark, crack between those lips was an exciting gooey sparkle.

	He levered his cock down the length of the crack of Judy's ass.  It
	bumped over the bud of her anus.

	Judy lurched at the fiery probe, and gasped into Paula's steaming
	pussy.  Jesus!  What a sensation! What was going on back there?
	Judy felt a stab of disappointment when the rubbery head of Shein's
	cock slipped past her asshole and nestled into her aching, hungry
	pussy.

	Shein set the head of his cock into Judy's pussy and pushed.  He
	slowly drove his stocky cock into Judy's vagina from behind, dog
	fashion.  Holding Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, he drilled
	his phallus into her wet, clinging socket.

	Judy blubbered into Paula's dripping pussy. The feel of a male organ
	being driven into her vagina spurred Judy on to greater efforts on
	Paula's pussy.  Judy slurped and slurped at Paula's copious juices
	as she took the full bulk of Steven's cock into her pussy.

	"Aaaahhhh, Great Heaven," Paula Shein wailed to the skies as her
	orgasm went on and on and on.

	Steven rammed his cock into Judy's vagina, drew back, and pounded it
	home again, his body slapping up against the cushions of her
	buttocks. Reaching down under Judy with both hands, he found her
	breasts with one, and dug the fingers of his other into her dripping
	pussy.  He sank his fingers into her streaming slit  mangling her
	clitoris and then finding where his cock was drilling into her
	streaming hole.  He heaved at her, slamming his bulky cock into her
	searing, clinging vagina again and again and again.

	Judy was cumming.  It was a fiery, muscle-knotting orgasm from the
	cock in her pussy, the hand mangling her pussy, the fingers clawing
	her quivering breasts.  She was climaxing too because of the sex she
	had her face buried in and the way Paula's hips were heaving and
	rolling under her working mouth.  Worming her hand into the tangle
	of bodies, Judy located Paula Shein's asshole and jammed her finger
	at it.  Her finger slipped easily into the tight ring it was so well
	lubricated with Paula's copious cum.

	Paula began shrieking ecstatically, and kicked her lovely long legs
	wildly on either side of Judy's head.  She thrashed insanely with
	Judy's mouth at her crotch, Judy's finger up her anus.

	At the tail end of the chain, Steven Shein slammed his swollen prick
	into Judy's tight vagina one last time.  The sight of his wife's
	insane convulsions had been the final straw.  His balls erupted in a
	tidal wave of searing cum.  He hauled Judy tight against him,
	squashed her buttocks against his hard hips, and poured his semen
	deep into her vagina.

	The jolt of Steven Shein's last final heave slammed Judy's face
	against the unyielding arch of Paula's pubic bone.  Battered and
	exhausted as she was, Judy felt her orgasm climb another notch.  She
	felt the cock in her pulsing and pumping and emptying into her
	abused, ecstatic vagina. She milked every glorious drop of cum from
	Steven Shein's pumping shaft while she savored every flicker of the
	burning pleasure of her own cumming.

	Finally, her pleasure fading, and feeling aching and empty, Judy
	hauled her face out of Paula's soggy pussy.  Her cheeks and chin
	covered with spit and the other woman's cum, Judy rested her head on
	the sleek, satin inside of one of Paula's thighs and concentrated on
	just breathing.  Her face was inches from Paula's cummy bush and
	Judy could smell the pleasure she had given the other woman.

	"Ah!" Judy squalled convulsively as she felt the cock filling her
	suddenly withdraw from her vagina.  Too exhausted to move, Judy
	remained with her ass high in the air, her thighs and buttocks
	shining with semen.  It felt cold as it dried on her flesh.  Her
	cheeks too were cold from evaporating fluids.

	"Awwww," Paula sighed from the depths of her being.

	Weakly, Judy hauled herself upright.  She stepped carefully off the
	lounge chair.  Steven Shein was sitting hunched over, panting
	heavily. Paula was sprawled on her back, her legs spread wide open,
	her pussy shining a wet pink in the heart of her bush.  Her
	marvelous, full breasts heaved as she fought for breath.

	Judy tottered over to her clothes and fumbled them into order.  Then
	she began to dress.  When she felt decent, or rather, presentable,
	she turned to her clients.  They hadn't moved.

	"Friday," she said firmly.

	Both of the Sheins looked at her and nodded.

	"Ten in the morning," Judy added.  "Be there."

	"We'll be there," Steven Shein assured her.

	Without another word, Judy left them.  She coaxed the smoking old
	car across town to the bank parking lot.

	Milton Caldwell's face lit up when he saw her.  Without waiting for
	the receptionist to announce her, the banker came bustling out of
	his office.

	"Mrs. Penncroft, this is indeed an unexpected pleasure," the vice
	president gushed.  He took her arm possessively and guided her
	smoothly to his office.

	As Judy sat down she heard the lock on the door click.  With her
	purse in her lap, her hands folded primly over it, she sat sternly
	erect.  She didn't feel like a prissy school teacher though, because
	of the sticky wetness in her crotch.

	"Miss Abernathy, no calls, no interruptions," the banker said into
	the telephone.  Then he tried to appear casual, perching one hip on
	the edge of his desk so he could look down on Judy, and her
	neckline.

	"Now, Mrs. Penncroft, what can I do for you?" he asked.

	"You can move the closing date on the McCarter-Shein deal up to this
	Friday," Judy said succinctly.

	The banker's face tightened, became blank and unhelpful.  "Well now.
	That, ahem, is easier said than done.  We must, of course, have the
	agreement of the sellers to meet with us then."

	"They'll be here at ten o'clock."

	"This Friday?" Caldwell asked, turning pages on his calendar.

	"This Friday."

	"Hmmmm," the banker murmured noncommittally.

	Judy reached out and deftly lifted the calendar out of his hands.
	Nothing that the space for ten in the morning on Friday was blank,
	she extracted the pen from the desk set.  Quickly and neatly she
	filled in the space: "Shein-McCarter Closing."

	"There. I'm glad there was no conflicting appointment," she observed
	quietly.

	The banker's expression was unreadable as he tilted his head to
	inspect the calendar through the lower half of his bifocals, then
	lowered his head to inspect Judy through the top half.  "Hm," he
	mused softly, pursing his lips.  "Well now," he muttered vaguely.
	"We must, of course, obtain the necessary funds.  That could take
	some time.  These are hard times, Mrs. Penncroft, money is very
	tight.  I'll have to arrange a meeting with the bank president."

	Judy picked up the telephone and held it out to him.  He eyed it
	distastefully.

	"Yes, sir?" Miss Abernathy inquired tinnily from the receiver.

	"Nothing," Milton Caldwell said softly before pushing the cut-off
	button down.

	"On the other hand," he commented, "it seems to me that I may have
	clearance to release those funds."

	"I thought so," Judy replied.

	"Now there is the problem of Mr. McCarter," Caldwell pointed out.
	"Naturally, he must be prepared to close on the deal this Friday,
	also."

	Judy stood up.  "He will be."

	The banker's face had fallen as soon as Judy had gotten up out of
	her chair.  "You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

	Judy remembered the man's monster organ and felt a twinge of regret.
	"I'm sorry, I have a very tight schedule today," she explained.  The
	soggy crotch of her panties reminded her of the delay at the Sheins.

	"Maybe on Friday?" Milton Caldwell suggested hopefully.  "After the
	closing?"

	Judy balanced her guilt and revulsion against the undeniable
	desirability of the man's monster shaft and his woebegone
	expression.  She also reminded herself she didn't have the deal
	closed yet.  "Perhaps, Mr. Caldwell, we can work something out
	then."

	"Fine, fine," the banker sighed, hope reappearing in his gray eyes.
	"I'll see you on Friday."  He stood so Judy had to brush against him
	as she left his office.

	Out in the car, Judy gripped the wheel tightly. She knew, as she
	drove toward his office, that Andrew McCarter wouldn't be as easy to
	bulldoze as Milton Caldwell had been.

	The big red-haired man's office was as well appointed and cared for
	as he was.  The receptionist looked as if she had been lacquered and
	polished to a high shine  - meticulous makeup and a hairdo of
	polished bronze.

	"Yes, Mrs. Penncroft?" McCarter asked her after she was in his
	office.  His door was still open.

	"I want the closing on the Shein house moved up to this Friday at
	ten in the morning," Judy announced.

	"Why?"

	"You know why."

	"What about Caldwell and the Sheins?"

	"They have already agreed," Judy assured him.

	"And - ah - just what kind of persuasion did you use to convince
	them?" the red-haired man asked.

	Judy didn't even flinch.  She was becoming hardened, she decided.
	"Caldwell didn't require any special persuasion," Judy answered.
	"Just a vague promise was enough for him."

	"That figures," McCarter acknowledged.

	"The Sheins have their peculiarities," Judy admitted.  "Mrs. Shein
	especially has some - um - interesting aspects.  She is quite
	interested in French culture, as a matter of fact."

	"Really," McCarter marveled.  "What a coincidence.  I'll bet you
	speak French like a native."

	Judy didn't back down from his penetrating gaze and met his eyes
	boldly.  It was a relief when he did shift his gaze away.  He got up
	and went around behind her.  She heard some soft orders to his
	secretary, then his office door being closed. Then he was in front
	of Judy, leaning back against his desk.

	"It just so happens," he continued, "that I, too, am interested in
	things of that nature."  He ran the zipper of his fly down.

	Judy watched as he freed his prick.  It dangled in an easy curve,
	then rapidly began to rise and stiffen.  "What about the closing?"
	Judy asked.

	"Right now, I am very happy with the present schedule," he answered.
	"However, I am willing to be persuaded."  His erect cock was
	standing out from his groin at an angle.  A few wisps of red pubic
	hair showed in the opening of his fly.

	Judy licked her lips.  She set her purse on the chair beside her.

	"Take off your blouse," McCarter ordered softly.

	Dutifully, Judy unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it back off her
	shoulders, baring herself to her waist.  The sight of her bare
	torso, her small, firm breasts with their alert tits, gave added
	vigor to the thrust of McCarter's cock. "My skirt, too?" Judy asked.

	"No, that's enough."

	Peculiarly, Judy felt more humiliated at being only half naked than
	she would have being completely nude.  The fact that her own primary
	sexual organs were to remain covered was evidence of her status in
	what was to come - her task was to serve but not to be served.

	"Convince me," McCarter ordered softly.

	Judy slid to her knees in front of the big man. She knelt between
	his feet as he lounged back against his desk.  With her back
	straight, his cock was inches below her mouth.

	She grasped the base of his hard, pink and white shaft.  She tipped
	the round pink head upward toward her mouth.  Delicately, she licked
	his hot flesh, tasting his salty meat.  Carefully, she bathed the
	entire rounded cone of his glans.  With the tip of her tongue she
	probed the little slit, pried it open, tasted the inside of his
	prick.

	Andrew McCarter stood with his arms folded, staring down at the
	beautiful woman kneeling in front of him.  The total subservience of
	her position thrilled him almost as much as the feel of her tongue
	on his phallus.  He could see her perfect little breasts, jiggling
	gently as she moved.  He found the smooth, flawless sweep of her
	nude back unexpectedly erotic.

	Her tongue was hot and exciting as it bathed his cock.  The feel of
	her probing his urethra, the narrow tube along which his urine and
	his semen exited, sent a rush of fire through him.

	Judy pursed her lips and lowered her mouth to the erect penis.
	Carefully, she circled the point of his cock with her lips, then
	drew her head back, molding her lips to his phallus.  Lowering her
	head again, she took more of his organ into her mouth, and drew back
	a second time.  He both tasted and felt different from her husband.

	Bending forward again, she took another inch of his phallus in
	between her jaws.  She pressed her tongue against the underside of
	his organ, massaging the nerve-laden triangle just beneath the cap.
	She swirled her tongue around the pulsing, hot shaft of living
	flesh.  She pumped her head on it, fucking her mouth with McCarter's
	towering, quivering sexual organ.

	Judy took a little more in her mouth with every pump of her pretty
	head.  Finally, when she felt her throat knot up, she stopped.
	Circling the base of the prick in her mouth with her fingers, just
	below where her lips were, she began moving her head in a steady
	fucking motion.  She pushed and pulled with her fingers as she
	sucked and pumped with her mouth.  Saliva oozed down to smear the
	base of the hot phallus in her fingers, adding a welcome slick
	lubrication.

	McCarter grinned tightly down at the cock-sucking woman.  Unfolding
	his arms, he gripped her head by taking handfuls of her hair.
	Gently, but firmly, he pushed her head down further on his cock,
	drew her head back, then urged her down still further.

	Trapped, Judy tried to resist, but he was too strong for her.  She
	gagged, her stomach heaved, her throat knotted.  Her eyes filled
	with tears.  The rubbery head of the man's cock battered against her
	soft palate where it dipped toward her throat. She had to swallow
	the flood of saliva filling her mouth, and her throat closed on the
	monster bulk of his cock.

	McCarter felt her swallowing, felt her throat close on the head of
	his loaded prick.  The sensation of having his glans gently squeezed
	by a working throat brought a rush of hot semen to his groin.  He
	lifted Judy's head and jammed it down on his steaming hot phallus
	again, hard, forcing her to take still more of his towering organ
	in.  He felt the head of his cock ram the back of her throat.  He
	saw the way the cords of muscle stood out in her neck as she fought
	his dominance of her, and her spasming gagging.  Her graceful back
	was writhing from the humiliation of it all.

	Judy thought she must be being destroyed by the ravening, huge
	pounding cock in her gullet. The few times she had sucked Mark's
	cock she had been able to control the amount of penetration.  This
	huge man was giving her no choice, was brutally slamming her head
	down on his titanic phallus.  And now, too, his hips were heaving at
	her, driving his huge blunt spike down her throat.  In self-defense,
	Judy angled her head and neck like a sword swallower.  She fought to
	time her breathing so she could gulp fresh oxygen when cock wasn't
	corking her throat.  Tears were streaming down her cheeks and spit
	was coating her chin.

	McCarter's face was twisted with a tight, triumphant grimace as he
	looked down on Judy's working head.  The sight of her pretty face
	being raped by his monster organ was exquisite.  He felt his
	ejaculation drawing closer and closer and closer and speeded the
	fucking of his hips.

	Judy was a dazed, bewildered passenger on the final ride to
	McCarter's climax.  She felt battered and abused as her head was
	whipped wildly up and down, her throat bludgeoned by the battering-
	ram cock slamming down it.  It was all she could do to swallow the
	endless flood of saliva the invading cock triggered.

	Bitter, gooey, thick cum slammed into her throat without warning.
	McCarter held her head impaled on his pumping, pulsing phallus.  Wad
	after thick wad of semen blasted from his recoiling cock, spattered
	her throat, and poured toward her stomach.  Judy's throat contracted
	and pulsed around the head of the throbbing prick in a way no vagina
	ever could.  It felt like gallons of semen were pooling in her
	belly.

	McCarter himself was rigid with ecstasy.  The feeling of his balls
	unloading sperm into Judy's throat was pure pleasure.  Her
	swallowing massaged his nerve-loaded, sensitized cock and increased
	the power of his cumming to the borderline between pleasure and
	pain.  His entire body convulsed, heaving the copious shots of
	sperm-laden semen deep into her desperately working throat.  Then
	his reservoirs were empty and his convulsing became dry and painful.
	His muscles falling limp with exhaustion, he let go of Judy's head.

	Judy flopped backward, too dazed, exhausted, and oxygen-starved to
	actively spit out the cock that had ravished her.  Her mouth tasted
	of cum, a clinging, cloying taste that was slowly being sluiced away
	by her saliva.  She kept swallowing and swallowing, even though her
	throat was bruised and sore.  Finally, she heaved herself up into
	the chair and sat slumped over, while she fought the urge to retch.

	"Well?" she ventured finally, lifting her head, making no move to
	cover her bare breasts.

	McCarter didn't answer.  Instead, he poured a glass of water for her
	from the carafe on his desk.

	Judy drank it gratefully, used it to wash out the last of the semen
	from her mouth.  Then she dabbed her face with the tissues he handed
	her, wiped the semen and spit off her chin, the tears off her
	cheeks.  Finally, she sat back in the chair, still bare to the
	waist.

	"Well?" she repeated.

	"Mrs. Penncroft, you are an amazing and marvelous woman," the red-
	haired man complimented her.  "You are also quite beautiful."  His
	eyes boldly raked her nude torso.

	"Thank you."

	Pulling his desk calendar over, he flipped to Friday and made an
	entry.  "Friday at ten, at Milton Caldwell's office," he agreed.

	"Thank you," Judy said courteously, twisting around to straighten
	out her blouse.  She slipped it on and buttoned it, then stood and
	carefully tucked the tails into her skirt, drawing the thin material
	tight across her breasts.  Her nipples were still hard and tense
	with a perverse excitement.

	"What's Mrs. Shein like?" McCarter asked as Judy turned toward the
	door.  "I've never met the woman."

	"She's tall, blonde, and quite beautiful," Judy replied.  "She is
	also uninhibited.  Oh, yes.  She also tastes good."  Judy unlocked
	and opened the office door.  "Good-bye, Mr. McCarter.  Until
	Friday."

Chapter 9

	Judy sat in the bank conference room, trying to stay calm.  Inside,
	her heart was racing.  The silence in the room was so thick, the
	occasional rustle of paper seemed to have to force its way through.

	Seated around the big table were all the principals to the sale.
	They were all carefully studying mortages, deeds and other papers.
	Judy, at this point, had nothing to do but watch them as they slowly
	turned pages.

	Her job, she hoped, was done.  She had gotten buyer and seller
	together, gotten them to agree on price, and helped arrange the
	mortgage. Theoretically, there was nothing more for her to do except
	collect her commission.

	She wondered how Mark was doing.  She had made another of those gut-
	wrenching drives to the hospital with him shivering and shaking
	beside her.  By now he had been on the kidney machine for close to
	an hour.  His agony should be subsiding.

	Judy felt reasonably confident that everything was going to be all
	right.  No one at the office had gotten wise to what she had done.
	All the terms of the sale had been agreed on.  Even though Mark only
	had two more times on the hospital kidney machine, there should be
	no trouble.  Those two treatments would give them enough time to get
	their own dialysis unit and get it set up.

	He was going to live!  It all had worked out, all the worry and
	sweat and filth and degradation and risks had paid off, had been
	worth it.  The guilt Judy felt about what she had done was tempered
	by the knowledge that Mark was going to live.

	She noticed that Milton Caldwell had finished reading his papers.
	The banker arranged them in a precise perfect stack in front of
	himself, placed a pen and a pencil exactly one inch on either side
	of the pile, then sat back.  The expression on his pink face was
	unreadable.

	Steven Shein was next to finish.  Casually, he dropped the last one
	on the top of his untidy heap and rubbed his eyes.  His expression
	was just as unreadable as Caldwell's.

	Paula Shein added the papers she had been reading to her husband's
	stack.  Her lips quirked and she glanced at Judy, and shrugged.

	Andrew McCarter was frowning.  Judy watched him nervously.  His
	forehead was wrinkled slightly - three faint lines between his red
	eyebrows. Reaching the end of the final sale contract, he leafed
	back through it and reread it.  Keeping the contract open to that
	page he set it in front of him, and weighed it down with an ashtray.

	"Well," Milton Caldwell began, "everything seems to be in order.  Is
	everything agreeable to you, Mr. Shein?"

	Judy watched him fearfully.  The short, powerfully built man nodded.
	"Yes."

	"Mrs. Shein?" Caldwell asked.

	"If it's all right with him, it's all right with me," she said
	agreeably.

	"Mr. McCarter?"

	The big Irishman frowned.  "No."

	Judy flinched at the single, short denial.  Oh God, not now!

	Milton Caldwell looked mildly startled.  "Oh? What seems to be the
	problem?"

	"Two problems," the red-haired man answered. "First is the date I
	take occupancy.  That has been changed from what Mr. Shein and I
	originally agreed upon."

	He paused and Judy's eyes went to the Sheins. Steven Shein was
	looking at the agreement.  Paula Shein was carefully inspecting her
	long, elegant fingernails.

	"Second problem is in the mortgage," McCarter went on.  "There is a
	prepayment penalty in the mortgage."  He looked at Caldwell.

	Caldwell nodded blandly.  "Well, yes, that is standard bank policy,"
	he responded.

	"Well then, it's no deal," McCarter said firmly.

	Judy thought she was going to die.

	"I see," Caldwell said blandly.  "That's unfortunate."

	"What's wrong with the date of occupancy?" Paula Shein asked, her
	voice soft.

	Judy eyed the tall woman carefully.  She had the feeling something
	was brewing.

	"What's wrong?  I have to be out of my present place on the first of
	the month, and according to this I can't move into your house until
	the last of the month.  At least, that is when you are scheduled to
	vacate it," McCarter pointed out.  "I don't understand why it was
	changed."

	"Maybe there's an error on your copy," Paula Shein suggested,
	getting up from her chair.  She strolled around the table, her moves
	easy, graceful languid, and sexy.  When she got behind Andrew
	McCarter, she leaned over him, and studied his papers.  Judy saw
	that one of the woman's big, lush breasts was brushing the side of
	McCarter's head, and that he responded by leaning against the warm,
	soft mound and rubbing his cheek against Paula's shining satin
	blouse.

	"Mr. McCarter," Paula said softly, "this agreement says we will
	vacate the house on the last day of the month, if you so desire.
	However, I don't see where it makes any statement as to when you are
	to move in."  She shifted to rub her full breast provocatively
	against the man's cheek.  She also slid one hand down and rested it
	on his thigh.

	Judy watched a gleam come into McCarter's blue eyes.  Leaning away
	from the tall woman pressed so intimately close to him, he looked
	first at her face, then his gaze traveled downward to admire the
	full thrust of her breasts and her trim waist.  "Just what, exactly,
	are you driving at, Mrs. Shein?" he asked softly.

	Judy's heart was hammering.  Was Paula Shein such a wanton that she
	was going to seduce the man right here?  Judy glanced at Steven
	Shein. He was watching the interplay between his wife and Andrew
	McCarter with great interest.  When he felt Judy's gaze on him, he
	glanced at her and smiled.  Judy realized then that the whole thing
	had been planned.

	She shot a glance at Milton Caldwell.  He was gripping the edge of
	the table so tightly the tips of his fingers were white.  His collar
	looked too tight.  It was cutting into the soft flesh of his neck,
	and the color of his face had changed from pink to red.  His gray
	eyes were looking so hard at Paula Shein it looked as if they might
	push his glasses off his nose.

	Paula Shein leaned easily back against the table beside Andrew
	McCarter, posing her long body in a graceful line.  She began
	unbuttoning her satin blouse.  "I am sure that you would find living
	with us for a month most - stimulating."

	"Oh?" Andrew McCarter replied innocently. "In what way?"  He dropped
	his gaze to the pair of breasts Paula Shein was slowly exposing.
	Her blouse was open down the center now.  She wore no bra.  He could
	see the magnificent full thrust of her bosom, the heavy, exciting
	undersides of her breasts, the deep, lush valley between them.

	"Why, physically, of course," she answered. "Steven and I are
	students of a wide variety of physical cultures.  For example," the
	concluded, leaning forward, placing her hands on the Irishman's
	cheeks, "touching."  She lowered her mouth to his, her lips pursed,
	but open.

	Paula was thrusting her tongue deep in McCarter's mouth in bold
	exploration, taking the initiative.  Paula's heavy breasts swayed
	enticingly. Andrew McCarter took his hands from the edge of the
	table and reached for her heavy glands. Casually brushing her blouse
	open, he lifted and massaged the heavy globes, his palms rubbing
	over her large, alert nipples.

	Judy was feeling rushes of flame sweep through her just from
	watching Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter necking and petting their
	way up to a searing plateau of lust.  Tearing her eyes off them, she
	glanced at Milton Caldwell.  He looked as if he was about to
	explode.  Then Judy looked at Steven Shein.  He looked interested
	but complacent.  He cocked an eyebrow at Judy, then gave a small
	jerk of his head in the direction of Milton Caldwell.

	The banker?  What about the banker?  Then understanding dawned.
	Obviously, the matter of date of occupancy was being negotiated
	already. That still left the problem of the prepayment penalty
	clause.  Judy got up from her chair, her heart pounding.  She felt
	both sick and excited.  It was such a preposterous setting - the
	staid, conservative conference room of the bank.  But it made it all
	the more exciting.

	Milton Caldwell was barely aware of Judy's approach.  When she moved
	into his line of sight, he shifted so he could still see Paula and
	Andrew. Judy sat on the table in front of Caldwell and glanced over
	her shoulder at Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter.  What she saw sent
	her blood pressure soaring.  She could not blame the banker for
	wanting to keep on watching.

	The red-haired buyer had bared Paula to the waist.  Still seated, he
	was leaning forward, his head tipped back.  He was sucking and
	tonguing first one rubbery tit, then the other, making the dark buds
	gleam, and stand up proudly and ask for more attention.  Paula was
	running her fingers through his auburn locks.  Her head was tipped
	back, her breasts thrust forward.  Her face was a mask of lust -
	open mouth, slitted eyes.

	"About that prepayment penalty," Judy said softly to Caldwell, still
	listening to the ecstatic sighs from Paula Shein as McCarter sucked
	on her breasts.

	Milton Caldwell shook his head.  His necktie bobbed nervously as he
	swallowed.  "Bank policy," he squeaked.  His eyes were still locked
	on McCarter and Paula Shein.

	Judy undid the top button of her blouse.  "You can make an
	exception," she said softly.

	Caldwell shook his head again, still without taking his eyes off the
	couple down the table from him.  "I am sorry, but it is just not
	done.  Except under extremely unusual circumstances."

	Judy nodded her head in the direction of the buyer and the seller's
	wife.  "Don't you think this is somewhat unusual?"  She noticed that
	McCarter had both of his hands up under Paula Shein's skirt.  As
	Judy watched, Paula lifted her hips. Andrew McCarter smoothly slid
	her lacy panties down her sleek, tan legs.  Paula's grin was tight
	and excited and her white teeth flashed in the unforgiving
	fluorescent lighting.

	"That - that has nothing to do with bank policy," Caldwell squeaked.
	"That is a private negotiation between buyer and seller."

	"Hardly private," Judy pointed out as she saw McCarter lifting
	Paula's skirt and exposing her to the waist.  The woman's lush
	buttocks flattened as she sat on the table, her ass right at the
	edge. The polished surface reflected the image of her bottom like a
	mirror.

	Her blouse completely unbuttoned, Judy reached out and took one of
	Caldwell's limp hands.  Gently, she placed his palm against one of
	her breasts, curved his fingers to match the soft mound, and pressed
	his hand to her warm bosom. "I am opening our negotiations right
	now," Judy pointed out.  "I am acting as the buyer's agent in this
	matter."

	"I see," Caldwell acknowledged in a strangled voice.  "But I must be
	firm!"

	Judy reached down to the banker's lap and traced the monumental
	bulge of the man's erection.  "You certainly are firm," she
	observed. "You are definitely, very, very firm."  After giving his
	cock a squeeze through his pants, she unzipped his trousers slowly.
	"Let's just bring our negotiations out in the open, shall we?" she
	said softly.

	His cock was like the business end of a baseball bat.  It stood
	upright in his lap.  The zipper of his fly seemed to cut cruelly
	into the monster column.  Judy solicitously undid his belt and the
	waist of his suit pants, and spread them open.  His cock was
	threatening to rip the fly of his boxer shorts.

	"Oh my!" the banker sighed.

	For a moment Judy thought what she was doing had squeezed the noise
	out of him.  Then she glanced at McCarter and Paula.  The big
	Irishman's face was buried between the tall woman's lean, graceful
	thighs.  He was chewing noisily at her thickly bushed pussy.  Paula
	was grunting and whimpering ecstatically, her hands pulling on
	McCarter's red hair as she urged him deeper into her dripping
	crotch.

	Judy reflected that she had told McCarter that Mrs. Shein tasted
	good.  Afraid she might be losing her hold on her negotiating
	target, Judy quickly stripped her blouse off completely, baring
	herself to the waist.  Sliding forward, she offered her small, pert,
	exciting, youthful breasts to the sweating banker.  Still staring at
	the oral copulation down the table, he reached blindly for Judy's
	tits with both hands and massaged them eagerly. Judy placed her
	hands on the backs of his and pushed down firmly, showing the man
	how it should be done.

	"Now, about that prepayment clause," she said softly.

	Caldwell desperately tried to gather his resources.  He had never
	experienced anything like this before in his life, never seen
	anything like what he was witnessing.  That man was actually
	sticking his face in that woman's crotch!  It was perverted!  It was
	disgusting!  It was the most incredibly exciting thing Milton
	Caldwell had ever seen in his entire life!!!

	"No," he insisted desperately.  "It-it must remain the way it is.
	Unless . . ."

	"Unless what?" Judy asked softly.

	"Unless your powers of persuasion are indeed unique," the banker
	stammered.  "As unique and talented in your way as Mr. McCarter's
	are in his."

	Judy glanced again at Andrew McCarter who was still chewing happily
	on Paula Shein's pussy. Paula was leaning back.  Her rolling and
	twisting hips were thrust forward.  Her nipples were hard, jutting
	at the ceiling in mute testimony to her lust.  Her entire sensuous
	body was quivering in the throes of her orally triggered orgasm.

	"You'd like some oral persuasion on the subject?" Judy asked.

	Caldwell nodded tensely.  His face was dripping with sweat.

	Judy eyed the monster cock in the banker's lap dubiously.  It looked
	too big for her mouth.  But she had absolutely no choice in the
	matter.  They were down to the final hour.  Mark's life hung on what
	went on in this room right at this very moment.

	Judy slid forward off the table.  She swung Milton Caldwell's swivel
	chair so he faced her but could still watch the wild scene between
	Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter.  Out of the corner of her eye, Judy
	saw that while McCarter was still eating happily from Paula's juicy
	trough, he was fumbling with his own clothes, unfastening his pants.
	Evidently their negotiations were entering a new phase.

	Judy gripped the base of Milton Caldwell's cock in her fingers.  Her
	hand was dwarfed by the huge too].  She could feel the masculine
	tower thrumming with excitement.  Blue veins pulsed visibly just
	beneath the pale skin.  The head was a monster pink rounded cone.
	The tiny slit at the tip was magnified by a clear crystalline drop
	in it.

	Judy smeared that slippery sticky drop over the bulbous glans,
	making the meat shine in the harsh lighting.  With her thumbs on the
	underside, pressing the yielding ridge that marked the central
	tunnel of Caldwell's phallus, she milked more fluid from his organ.
	Rising onto her knees, Judy leaned forward to place her mouth over
	the quivering monument to lust.  She licked the cap of the erect
	penis delicately and felt a shiver go through Milton Caldwell.

	Carefully, she bathed the entire rounded peak of his immense, hard
	organ.  She lapped at it as if wearing down a triple dip ice cream
	cone.  She tasted the secretions he had already produced, hot and
	salty and exciting.  Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow a
	wave of saliva.  Her pussy was dripping into her panties with a
	hunger of its own.

	Lifting her head for a moment, Judy glanced up at her quarry.  He
	was gripping the arms of his chair tightly.  His eyes were still
	fastened on McCarter and Paula Shein.  Paula's legs dangled off the
	table.  She was now stretched on her back on the polished wood, her
	ass right at the edge. Andrew McCarter had shoved his chair back and
	was standing between the woman's long, graceful legs.  His pants
	were down around his ankles.  He was setting the point of his iron
	hard prick in the hot bushy nest of Paula Shein's sex.  As Judy
	watched, he drove his steely organ into her dripping orifice,
	through the soggy twisted kinks of her pubic hair.

	"Oh, my!" Milton Caldwell exclaimed in a breathy voice.  "Oh, my
	goodness!"

	"The prepayment clause?" Judy reminded him desperately, trying to
	keep her own lust-crazed mind on the problem.

	"NO!" the banker insisted.  "You haven't convinced me yet."

	Judy bent over his lap again, her eyes focusing on his huge cock.
	It was aimed up into her face like a huge carnal missile.  She
	pursed her lips and encircled the rounded nose cone of his phallus,
	drew her head back, sucking blood right to the tip of his stupendous
	organ.

	"Mmmmm," the banker groaned, his hips shifting in his chair.

	Her arms hooked over Caldwell's thighs, her hands steadying her
	meal, Judy lowered her head and took more of the quivering tower in
	her mouth.  She stroked the sensitive underside with her velvety
	tongue.  She sucked to draw still more blood to his already engorged
	tissues.

	"Mmmmm," she purred.  She had to admit that the banker's cock tasted
	delicious.  Her pussy was dripping with excitement.  She was a cock-
	sucker! And she loved it.

	Bobbing her head, she took more of the huge organ into her mouth, in
	between her teeth.  She remembered how much of Andrew McCarter's
	cock she had been forced to take, and wondered if she could possibly
	take even half of Milton Caldwell's incredible staff.  Pushing down,
	she drove the hot sausage toward the back of her throat.  Then she
	lifted her head, sucking and slurping her spit off the hot column of
	meat. Spitting out her meal for a moment, she cast a quick glance at
	Andrew McCarter and Paula Shein.

	They were doing it right there on the conference table.  Or, at
	least Paula was on the table, on her back, her marvelous, lush
	breasts quivering, her tits pointing at the ceiling, her head
	rolling from side to side with passion.  Her ass was nearly off the
	table, and Andrew McCarter was standing between her thighs.  Her
	legs were doubled up, her thighs stretched so wide the tendons on
	the insides stood out.  McCarter was slamming his cock deep into
	Paula's streaming vagina.  When he rammed in, their bodies impacted
	with a slapping squishy sound.  He was reaching forward now, mashing
	his hands down on Paula's breasts, crushing them flat against her
	ribs, pinning her to the unyielding conference table.

	Steven Shein?  What was he doing?  Judy risked a quick glance in his
	direction.  He was standing, leaning over the table, staring down at
	his wife's passion-crazed face.  He himself looked nearly insane
	with lust.

	Judy realized that he was without a partner.

	"Mrs. Penncroft?" Milton Caldwell asked softly.

	Judy shook her head.  What about Steven Shein?  There had to be
	something for him, too. Judy realized she was the only one who was
	empty and hungry.

	"Steven," she croaked.

	Shein's head whipped around.  Judy looked at him hungrily,
	desperately.  At the same time, she lifted her skirt, hooked her
	thumbs in her panties and hauled them down her thighs to her knees.
	She deliberately exposed the pale, lush moons of her ass to the
	man's horny gaze.  Let him make of that exposure what he would.

	Judy turned her attention back to the banker in front of her.  She
	impaled her head on his monumental erection again and felt it swell
	more.  She pumped her head on it hungrily.

	Suddenly there were hands on her, lifting her skirt, baring her
	naked white ass.  She was half leaning forward, her bottom thrust
	back toward Steven Shein.  Forced to devote her full attention to
	the cock in her mouth, she could only trust Shein would use or abuse
	her appropriately.  She felt Caldwell's balls delicately, trying to
	gauge his readiness to cum, the level of his excitement.  He was
	wheezing and panting.

	There was a thrust at Judy's ass that made her jerk.  Something huge
	and hot was pressing between her buttocks, wedging into her crack.
	That was too high, far off the mark from her vagina. But she
	couldn't do anything about it.  Did she want to do anything about
	it?  There was a stab at her anus that sent a blast of fire through
	her.

	"Aaahh!" she gasped around the phallus glutting her.  Milton
	Caldwell's hips surged up, ramming his titanic organ to the back of
	her mouth.

	Desperately, before she totally lost control of herself, Judy spat
	out the monstrous hot meaty prick.  "The prepayment clause," she
	croaked.

	"No!" the banker squeaked.

	Judy squeezed his cock painfully in her fingers.  "The prepayment
	clause," she mumbled desperately, feeling a fiery burning at her
	anus.  She could feel the heat of Steven Shein's powerful body
	behind her.

	"All right," the banker caved in abruptly.  "Just don't leave me
	like this, please don't leave me like this."  She saw him drag the
	papers over, paw wildly through them with one hand and cross
	something out with a palsied stroke, and initial it.

	Judy prayed it was the right clause.  She speared her head on his
	burgeoning cock, driving it clear to the back of her mouth until her
	throat knotted and her stomach began heaving.  Pumping with her
	hand, she pistoned her head on the ravening organ between her lips,
	sucking and swallowing desperately, massaging it with her tongue.

	She lurched and almost bit the banker as Steven Shein changed his
	aim, thrusting his phallus deep into Judy's vagina without warning.
	She felt a searing bolt of disappointment. That really wasn't where
	she wanted to be fucked. She wiggled her ass in frustration.

	Then Steven Shein hauled his phallus out of her dripping, slippery
	pussy.  His prick slimy with lubrication, he jammed it at her anus
	again.  And this time Judy felt her rectal shincter yielding to him,
	spreading slowly open to admit his phallus.  There was unbelievable
	pain mingled with ungodly pleasure.

	"Oh-oh-oh-Oh God, I'm Cumminnngggg!" Paula Shein yelled.  Her cry
	was soaked up by the soundproofing of the ceiling.  Her long lush
	body convulsed and threshed on top of the conference table.  Judy
	saw out of the corner of her eye that Andrew McCarter was slamming
	his cock full depth into Paula's deep hole.  His balls were pulled
	tight up against his body.  Then a thick wave of creamy fluid oozed
	down them and dropped thickly onto the expensive gray carpeting.

	"Rrrrrrgggghhhh," Judy gargled around the phallus in her mouth.
	Cock was pounding deep into her rectum, stuffing her bowels with
	meat, totally reversing everything she had ever experienced.  Her
	lust blazed higher and higher.

	Gripping Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, Steven Shein slammed
	his cock deep in the tight gripping hole of her anus.  It clung to
	his phallus, a tight greasy sheath that caressed his penis in a way
	no vagina ever had.  He drew back and slammed into her again, and
	again, feeling her flesh pull and tug at his.  He wasn't going to be
	able to hold his climax off for long.  Watching his wife with Andrew
	McCarter had sent Shein's lust boiling up to an incredible level.
	He had been about ready to masturbate to relieve the explosive
	tension in his groin when he had seen Judy look at him significantly
	and lower her panties.  The sight of her shining, pale exciting ass
	had drawn him like a magnet.  With her bent over the way she had
	been, sucking the banker's unbelievably huge cock, there had been
	one obvious target for his lust.  Shein had tried, unlubricated, to
	bore his way into her rectum.  Then he took advantage of her readily
	available lubrication and attained success.

	He heaved on Judy's waist, matching his drives to the wild bobbing
	of her head on Caldwell's cock.  Judy was sucking and sucking and
	sucking on the banker's huge tower of meat.  She was cumming,
	wordlessly, silently.  An unbelievable rush of fire was streaming
	through her entire body.  She had the feeling that Shein's and
	Caldwell's cocks were going to meet somewhere deep in her body as
	she absorbed their ravening thrusts in the opposite ends of her
	alimentary canal.  Then Shein's fingers plunged into her empty but
	drowning pussy, and Judy's entire body knotted as her orgasm
	increased in power.

	Judy slammed her head down, pounding the huge, brutal cock into her
	throat, feeling her gullet stretch at the monstrous invasion.  She
	felt the eruption of cum, quivering, rumbling, roaring the length of
	the pillar between her lips. Mammoth wads of cum were pounding down
	her working, swallowing throat.  Peristaltic waves massaged the head
	of Caldwell's cock and propelled the semen into a hot pool in Judy's
	belly.

	Those same peristaltic contractions seemed to carry clear to her
	anus.  Her rectum suddenly convulsed around the huge shaft lodged in
	it, and semen sprayed deep into her bowels.  Steven Shein had his
	spurting organ drilled as deeply into Judy as it would go.  His
	strong hips were jammed up against her soft buttocks, crushing them
	with their power.  His entire body heaved with every fiery pulse of
	semen that slammed deep into Judy's ass.

	Judy felt as if she were being roasted on a penile spit that ran
	through her from her mouth to her anus.  Her body was one searing
	ball of pleasure as she came and was flooded by the sperm of her two
	ravishers.  She clung to Caldwell and squirmed her ass against Shein
	as she climaxed.  Shein's fingers drowned in her pussy.

	The pulsings of the cocks in her faded reluctantly, slowly, then
	died completely.  Desperate for air, Judy spat out the banker's
	organ and sucked in a huge lungful.  As she did, she felt her rectum
	crap out Steven Shein's shrinking organ. Her strained anus let a
	gooey wave of semen drool down into the crack of her ass.

	Steven Shein gone from behind her, Judy slumped back on her heels.
	Her skirt fell to cover her naked ass and pussy.  For a long time
	she just breathed, feeling the hot pools of cum congeal deep in her
	body.

	Half an hour later she was walking out of the bank, barely aware of
	her aches and pains. Tucked safely in the bottom of her purse were
	two cashier's checks, each for fifteen thousand dollars.

	She started toward the hospital and her husband.

The End