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