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[IPB-139] An Unholy Lust by Author Unknown


Chapter 1


Julie Moore looked around the Argon Gallery on 52nd Street in New York
City and realized that if she was accepted by this gallery, if in fact
her next one woman show was to be presented there ... she would be made
in the art scene. All the greats of the new movement were represented
in this gallery, Larry Rutherford, Andrew Wylan, Georgia Morris, just
to name a few and she Julie Moore hoped to join their ranks.

She caught sight of herself in a long baroque mirror on the far wall of
the main gallery, not bad, not bad she mused to herself as she took in
her tall lithe figure, her shapely legs extending from her mini skirt,
her large firm breasts amply displayed in her stretch knit top. She was
glad that she had worn her long blonde hair down, she flailed it around
a little the way her model friend Carole did when she was goofing
around in her studio, and flashed her mischievous green eyes at
herself. She had heard that Philip Randolph was quite susceptible to
women and she intended to pull a little at his heart strings ... not
that she wanted more than that, she was too loyal to her husband Randy
... still she didn't mind a little flirtation here and there, it was
good for the Soul! Besides, of late she had seen so little of Randy
that she needed a little flirtation to stop her from getting too horny.
She had noticed consistently that when she was preparing for a new show
she needed all the male energy she could get, it was almost as if she
fed upon it during those times and with Randy around she had been
lacking in that direction. Not that David, her beloved, faithful fellow
artist, didn't give her a lot of love, it just was different. They had
known each other for so long she just couldn't imagine being his lover,
although before she had met her husband Randy they had had a mad affair
but it hadn't lasted for too long.

"Mrs. Moore, Mr. Randolph will see you now," the receptionist at the
desk purred.

Julie allowed herself to be led into a sumptuous office, full of
antiques and oriental carpets and lots of plants. Umm ... she thought
to herself, this man has taste, that's for sure. She gasped to herself
as she looked around the walls of his office at the dearth of famous
artists represented ... hope I'll be there one day she thought strongly
to herself.

"Mrs. Moore, good to see you," Philip Randolph beamed from behind his
desk. "Ever since Larry's party I've been longing to chat with you. You
know Larry is nuts about your work, he thinks that you are the best
thing since him!"

Julie smiled shyly, she wasn't used to such compliments from such
famous artists, still she liked it. It was true, the famous Larry
Rutherford had been the one who had prompted her to move to New York
City. The West Coast is alright, he had told her when he had seen her
work in San Francisco but if you really want to make the art scene,
you've got to move to New York ... it's the only place. I promise you
if you come to the city I'll do whatever I can in my power to help you.

"Mrs. Moore," she heard Philip Randolph talking to her again, "tell me
a little about yourself, where did you grow up, what kind of art
training did you have, where do you derive your inspiration from ... in
short my dear everything about you."

For the next half hour Julie expounded upon her life, her work, her
marriage to Randy, her source of inspiration and Philip Randolph
listened attentively. If Julie could at that moment have read the
Gallery owner's mind she probably would have left the building ... but
then again she might not have done, she was a very ambitious and
determined young woman. Philip Randolph was studying Julie, he liked
what he saw, he was extremely fond of women, especially beautiful women
and Julie was certainly a luscious piece of femininity. He caught his
breath inwardly everytime she crossed and uncrossed her legs wondering
if she realized that when she did so he could see clearly up to her
flimsy panties, he almost thought one time that he caught sight of her
darling little pussy, he could see blonde pussy hairs for sure curling
around the black panties and the rest he could well imagine. Her
breasts too were large and firm and he could see that she wasn't
wearing any kind of brassiere, her nipples would at various times
harden and press again her tight sweater and Philip Randolph at one
point thought he would go out of his mind with desire. However, he knew
that he had to play his cards correctly and anyway he didn't have to
worry, he had the ace up his sleeve.

"Well Julie, that's fascinating," he smiled now as the young woman
finished her story, "yes Al Cortini told me a little about you."

"Al Cortini," Julie caught her breath sharply at the mention of the
gallery owner who had given her her first big show in San Francisco ...
and lots more besides that!

"Yes, why are you so surprised Julie, all we big art dealers in the
country know each other, some of us quite intimately. Al and I have
been friends for years, we've shared quite a few things in our time ...
do you know what I mean Julie?"

"I'm not sure Mr. Randolph," Julie said slowly knowing now full well
what he was aiming at. Oh curse, thought the young artist to herself, I
thought that would be the last time I'd have to fuck a gallery owner to
get my work exhibited ... Damn! Why does life catch up with you.

"I think you do Julie. Let's put it this way, you go home, think about
it. If you want to give me what I want then I'll give you a one woman
show and believe me Julie, you'll be made here in New York City after
that, there'll be no need of favors after that for you my dear, believe
me ... but ... for your first show, you'll have to give a little
something more than your art work. Call me tomorrow."

Julie realized that her interview was over, she was stunned. It was
true a show had been offered her but the terms were a little steep, she
would have to think about it ... she would have to think about it a
lot!

Julie Moore let herself into the studio she had newly rented on West
11th Street with her husband Randy. The first thing she did was to pour
herself a stiff brandy and sit down in her comfortable chair to think
things over. Her head had been reeling all the way downtown from the
gallery ... Al Cortini had actually told Philip Randolph of his triumph
over her ... what a bastard and he had promised not to ever tell
anyone. Obviously she had been a fool to trust him.

She remembered now the first time she had taken her artwork to his
gallery, it had been 5:00 p.m. almost closing time and by the end of
her interview she had realized that she was now alone in the gallery
with Al Cortini. Somehow or other, she recalled now, she had known
something was going to happen. She shuddered a little as she thought of
his thick paunchy Italian body, his balding head and his watery,
slightly bloodshot brown eyes. He wasn't exactly God's gift to women,
she remembered. She didn't drink much then but she had accepted a
scotch and soda and then another and she recalled now how before she
knew what was happening she was sitting on his couch and he was
fondling her breasts.

"Please Mr. Cortini," she protested in an anguished voice noticing for
the first time the obvious bulge in his pants ... yes that was how it
had all begun ... she leaned back now in her chair in her studio on
West 11th Street and fully allowed herself to disappear into the memory
of that fateful evening.

"Come off it baby," Al Cortini sneered, "don't tell me you didn't know
I would want a little piece of your ass for a show. You've wiggled it
at me enough by this time to excite me."

Then, as he massaged at the tender softness of her breasts, he pulled
her back against him until she felt the hardness of his erect penis
grinding into the small of her back.

"Mr. Cortini," please stop she pleaded and yet already she realized
that she wasn't resisting him as much as she could have done, already
there were delicious sensations spreading from her tingling breasts,
warming her belly and deep in her loins, a tiny flame of arousal seared
her. She could hardly believe that it was happening to her, she was
quite contented with her husband Randy even though he was away a little
more on business than she cared for ... still she had never dreamed of
being unfaithful to him.

"Stop!" she shouted out now, jumping up from the couch and running to
the door only to find that it had been locked.

Turning back to the gallery owner now she gasped in amazement as he
pulled the couch out into a double bed and she shuddered as she
realized that soon she would be on her back on it. Her eyes traveled to
Al Cortini now as he began to strip off his clothes, revealing his
stubby body and paunchy belly to her horrified gaze. Her eyes were
drawn like a magnet to his monster cock-shaft, standing out at an acute
angle from his loins. She could see the throbbing beat of his heart in
it; below his testicles hung free in the sagging sac of his scrotum,
but even as she watched, she saw the slow contractions as it was drawn
up and became more wrinkled and tight, pulling his balls tip closer to
his body. Julie knew that his penis was much too large, that it would
never be able to fit into the petite opening of her vagina. God! she
thought, he'll tear me apart. She remembered how painful it had been
the first time that Randy had made love to her and his cock was no-
where near the size of Al Cortini's.

"Strip baby," she heard him growl. Julie made a snap decision there and
then, she wanted a one woman show, she would do whatever it took to get
one, even this lewd act. She unzipped her mini skirt and let it fall to
the floor, then she pulled off her tight cotton knit top revealing her
luscious white tits trembling before his lascivious gaze.

"Damn! You're a lovely piece!" Cortini told her, his jaw going slack
and his lecherous eyes widening with salacious desire as he gaped at
her, seeing the curvaceous shapeliness of her legs, her smoothly
tapered thighs and her flimsy black panties. She had not been able to
tear her eyes away from the hardened, thick length of his cock, and as
she watched, she saw his hand grip it. With a lewd leer, he stroked his
cock-shaft, withdrawing the loose and heavy foreskin, the blood-filled
head seeming to slide out like some Primeval serpent monster wriggling
out of its lair.

"Like it baby," he grinned lewdly. "Just wait till I shove it in that
tight little cunt of yours. Then you'll know that you've really been
fucked."

"No! No! No!" she screamed wildly thinking of a way to escape from his
evil clutches.

"You're trapped baby and I'm going to fuck you." His mouth came down on
hers savagely, his thick wet tongue bursting furiously between her lips
to bore deep into her mouth probingly.

Julie struggled in the circle of his arms, still torn between the
desire to escape and the desire to have her show. She felt his hands
now tearing at her panties and she knew that her doom was sealed. She
knew that she would have to take command of the situation soon
otherwise he would rape her, she would rather give herself to him than
allow herself to be brutally raped.

She felt herself being pulled back now onto the bed and she watched
with frozen horror as he stroked the soft, inner sides of her thighs
with deliberate and obvious enjoyment. Then, his hands were there on
either side of her almost unused pussy. Placing a thumb on either side
of her coral-pink cuntal slit, he slowly, torturously, drew the
glistening lips apart to lay bare her most secret portal. Then, he
lowered his head down between her fear-trembling thighs to see better.

"Damn it, you're tight baby," he groaned, "I can hardly wait to plunder
that pussy of yours." With a grunt of sheer pleasure, Al Cortini
dropped his bald head between her thighs, feeling her quiver like an
aspen, uncontrollably, and his long, pink, pointed tongue shot moistly
into that deliciously inviting hole, the tip of worming through the
tight slit into the warm depths of her pussy.

Julie's body jerked convulsively and her buttocks ground down on the
bed. "My God!" she screamed, "what are you doing to me?"

Julie began to sob now, it was one thing to allow this vile man to fuck
her but now he was about to suck her pussy and she had never even
allowed her husband Randy to do that, although he had wanted to do it
many times. She felt his tongue pressing upward and she felt the full
erotic effect of it as he began licking teasingly up and down the
short, spikily turgid length of her clitoris. Despite herself, Julie
was beginning to feel wonderfully ecstatic and delicious sensations
whirling through her body, she hadn't wanted to give in to him but now
she felt that she couldn't help it as instinctively her hips began to
undulate in tiny circles up to his mouth. "Please? D-don't do that ...
to me!"

Al Cortini stopped and looked up at the tormented girl now, his lips
glistening from the viscid moisture of her pussy, and as she stared at
him, not understanding she saw him run his tongue over his lips
savoring the flavor of her.

"Baby," he said, "I'd like to eat your cunt until you're climbing the
walls ... but I can't wait much longer!"

His muscular body moved up over her, and he lowered his lips to suck up
a ruby nipple, his mouth opening to take the coned-out hardness of it
completely inside his mouth, including the darker pink of its aureola
and a generous portion of the soft, white flesh of her breast. She
mewled softly now as the erotic sensations started to sear up her spine
... I can't hold out, she groaned to herself, I've got to give in to
him.

"Oh baby, you're ripe to fuck," he growled, "and I'm going to fuck the
living hell out of you." He ground the shaft of his turgid cock against
her, moving it up and down in her cuntal slit and making sure that her
clitoris came in for its share of teasing arousal. His hand moved down
now to grasp the thick length of his menacing penis; she whimpered, her
breath catching in her throat as once more she gazed at the thickness
and length of his turgid shaft. Her head rolled from side to side in
agony now as the rubbery tip of his cock pushed hard against her
tightly resisting hole. "Oooooooooohhhhhh! My Godddddddddd!"

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh! Ooooooooooooooo!" she screamed as suddenly his
massive cock-head slipped into her tiny, cuntal opening, and she felt
the tissues stretched cruelly, excruciatingly.

She knew that everything was going to give way, rip apart and that she
was going to be fucked like she had never been fucked before in her
life.

Al Cortini was in ecstasy. Christ! She's tight! He loved to feel her
tiny opening wrapped around his turgid cock-head.

Julie screamed futilely, writhing her hips recoilingly in an attempt to
rid her tortured vagina of his huge, presence. Then, his heavy chest
came down on her, his avid mouth capturing hers, his teeth chewing at
her lips and tongue. She gasped with pain while below he began to pound
his hard cock in and out of her with feral abandon, until she was sure
she would go insane. On and on he pounded and Julie moaned in desperate
anguish, suddenly she felt his hot white cum spurted into her as lie
dashed himself against her writhing body. "Aaaaaaghhhhhhhhh!
Yessssss!!!!" he grimaced between gritted teeth as the full throes of
his orgasm hit him. Julie was relieved, it was all over and as Al
Cortini's now deflating prick pulled out of her she breathed a sigh of
relief.

"Oh baby," he groaned, "you're something. Don't turn away I haven't
finished with you yet." As he spoke he spread her tightly clenched
thighs and staring lasciviously at her defenselessly exposed cuntal
plane, he could see her coral-hued cuntal lips and the sparse blonde
hair lining them. Then the gallery owner lowered his head until it was
only an inch away from her brutally ravaged young pussy. He savored her
moistly heated vagina and his hungry eyes devoured the delectable pink
feast awaiting him.

"Now I can suck you baby."

"Oh No!" sobbed Julie, "please leave me alone now!" But even as the
poor girl moaned in desperate anguish, the older man dropped his head
relentlessly downward, and, with a loud moan of hunger, his hot mouth
found her sensitive pussy flesh and began licking at it greedily. With
a convulsive shudder, he buried his face deeper in her warmly performed
flesh, flicking his tongue up and down the full length of her hair-
lined slit.

Despite her determination to remain aloof from his merciless attack on
her young body, the despairing young woman gasped with sudden passion
as his prodding tongue lashed into the tiny bud of her clitoris. A
shower of forbidden pleasure shot through her naked body like flashes
of molten lightning. "Oh noooooo," she moaned frantically, "stop!" It
was bad enough that he was forcing her to accept his unwanted advances,
but she couldn't allow herself to enjoy it ... that was too much!
"Stop!" she cried again, desperately trying to push his burrowing head
out of the vee of her wide-splayed thighs. She was almost sobbing with
despair now as his invading tongue darted into her sensitive cuntal
passage.

And then she thrashed like a fish on a hook as he nipped at the
throbbing bud of her clitoris with his teeth, gently massaging it into
full erection with the softness of his moistly heated lips. And then
her quivering asscheeks were shamelessly pumping up and down as she
thrust her wet, wide open cunt up against his face, suddenly wanting
that ecstatically plunging tongue deeper up inside her fiery little
pussy.

The older Gallery owner's eyes were slitted as he stared up into the
lust-contorted face of this lovely young artist. He felt that he had
never tongue-raped a sweeter pussy than hers. And the fact that he was
finally turning her on made his thick throbbing cock grow harder and
swell to even greater proportions.

Julie moaned with incoherent desire as she ground her hips wantonly up
off the bed, writhing and breathing hard in mindless passion,
unintelligible guttural sounds escaping her lust-constricted throat.
Oh, God, she moaned to herself. I never imagined anything could be this
wonderful!

She arched her back upward forcing her hotly throbbing cunt up into his
face as his tongue plunged deeper up into her welcoming vaginal furrow.
His mouth made wet slurping noises as he licked upward again through
the tiny fleshy slit to a point where he was able to nip at her
throbbing little clitoris with his teeth, and then, downward again to
thrust his flickering tongue all the way up into her hotly clasping
pussy, while Julie put the back of her hand to her lips to choke back a
scream of rapture.

"Aaaaaaggghhhhhh ..." she shrieked, and her tingling body shuddered
into spasming jolts. Her entire voluptuous body writhed out of control
now as she felt the blazing flashes of orgasm searing ecstatically
through her pulsing cunt and spread like wildfire throughout her body.
Nothing in all her experience had prepared her for the terrifying
pleasure she now felt coursing through her ravished loins and she
opened her mouth and let out a long moaning wail. "Eeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh
... oooooohhhhhh, God!" she groaned as her first orgasm of her entire
life surged relentlessly through her tender flesh.

Later, after Al had given her body an entire massage, they had fucked
again, this time more gently and Julie had come to realize that there
was more to a man than his looks. Certainly she would never have gone
for a man like Al Cortini and yet he was by far the best lover she had
ever had. She hadn't intended for their relationship to continue either
and yet it had, their constant meetings to discuss her show and Randy's
constant absence from home had allowed their lovemaking to develop into
a delightful affair. Finally, however she had eased off the
relationship and she knew that Al had other ladies in his life, it had
been a wonderful interlude after the first brutal session. She never
had thought for one moment, however, that it would catch up with her
present life, she was shocked.

Julie Moore came back from her reverie now and shook her head, she
could hardly believe that Al had talked about her that way to Philip
Randolph, she was hurt, she had always thought it was their little
secret and she had never thought she would have to pay with her body
for another show ... how wrong she had been ... how very wrong!



Chapter 2


Julie Moore awoke the following morning, clear in her thinking, knowing
full well what she was going to do. She had spent most of the previous
evening mulling over her problems, thinking about how hard it would be
to get started in New York City without a gallery, not wanting to rely
on her husband's salary forever to sustain her. It was good that Randy
had always earned enough money to take care of the rent and all their
expenses but Julie felt that she wanted to be able to support herself,
buy her own art supplies, have a little money to buy clothes with when
she wanted them, even travel a little. She had already accepted the
fact that Randy would be away from home a lot and knew that she too
wanted to travel with or without him.

She thought now of her handsome young husband and as she did so an
excited tingle ran throughout her entire body, oh God! she wanted him
... why wasn't he here? At 28, Randy Moore was already one of the most
sought after literary agents in the country. First he set up business
in San Francisco, that was good but since they had moved to New York
City his career had catapulted. He spent his time now flying between
Hollywood, London and Paris. Julie often wondered if he had other women
on his travels, several times she had hinted at the subject but Randy
had always assured her that he was faithful to her, although of late
she had noticed that he had become more and more evasive on the
subject. He always teased her about being so jealous and yet she
couldn't help it, he was such a handsome man. She wondered what he
would have done if he had ever found out that she had made love with Al
Cortini and now about to make love with Philip Randolph ... would he
understand, she thought disturbedly to herself? She didn't know ... but
she would take that chance ... she had to have her one-woman show!

* * * *

"Mr. Randolph will see you now Mrs. Moore," the secretary purred once
again flipping on the intercom switch to her bosses' office, "do you
need me further Mr. Randolph?" she asked.

"No, no, Silvia, you can go for the evening."

"Thank you Mr. Randolph, see you in the morning."

"Yes, yes Silvia, show Mrs. Moore in please."

Julie Moore had decided ... she knew how the cards were stacked. She
was coming to Philip Randolph's office for one thing and one thing
only, to allow him to fuck her so that she could get her show.

"Ah Julie, how lovely you look," the older man smiled as the young
woman seated herself.

"Thank you Mr. Randolph," she purred.

"How about a drink, scotch and soda?"

"Yes please."

"You know Julie, I have to tell you, if I were your husband I'd be
loathe to leave you alone for long periods of time."

Julie Moore didn't know what to say to the older man, it was true,
Randy did leave her alone a lot and recently more than ever ... now
that Mr. Randolph mentioned the matter, she thought about it, yes, he
had been away almost all of the previous month and practically all of
this one!

"Oh by the way, Julie, please call me Philip, everyone does, besides we
are going to get acquainted, aren't we ... what have you decided, or is
it too early in the evening for that subject?" he chuckled, a slightly
lecherous expression on his face.

Julie Moore blushed, in truth she wasn't quite sure how to handle the
whole situation, making the decision to allow him to fuck her was one
thing, carrying it out was another!

"Do you trust your husband, Julie?" Philip inquired.

"Of course I do," Julie said quickly, wondering if Philip knew
something about Randy that she didn't know. "Why do you ask."

"Oh nothing really, only Al Cortini mentioned to me that every time
he's in San Francisco he has a different lady on his arm."

"Al Cortini ... how does he know?"

"Well ... apparently there's rather a famous club in San Francisco,
noted for its nude acts, Al Cortini is a regular there and so is your
husband by all accounts."

Julie could hardly believe her ears, Randy in a nude club, it was
unthinkable, she had never known him to go to such a place. "I'm sure
he's mistaken Philip, it can't be true," Julie said defensively,
secretly thinking to herself that somehow or other she would
investigate the matter, it was true there had been something shifty
about Randy for months now ... she just hadn't wanted to admit to it.

Philip Randolph was leaning close to the young woman now and Julie had
to move away from him quickly to prevent him planting a kiss on her
neck. Now, suddenly, she wasn't sure that she wanted to go through with
the venture. However, she didn't stand a chance, Philip snatched the
glass out of her hand and planted his mouth firmly on hers, his tongue
going sinuously into her mouth between her protesting lips and teeth.
It probed deeply, erotically, and his arms went around her to crush her
lusciously curvaceous body to his own.

Squirmingly, she writhed and fought for release, while his hand cupped
up the fullness of one of her breasts, his fingers squeezing hard into
its resilient softness. Slowly, his tongue moved in and out of her
mouth, suggesting copulation. He did it several times and then suddenly
she was kissing him back.

He tested her. He began to withdraw his tongue from her mouth, but she
held it, sucking on it and drawing it back into her oral cavern,
refusing to let it get away from her as she felt the flaming tingle of
arousal in her loins. Fiercely, she thought about Randy now, her mind
imagining all sorts of lewd and perverse actions that he could be
involved in. For the first time in her life she began to really think
about her husband and how elusive he had always been with her about the
times he was away. She greedily sucked on the gallery owner's tongue
now in an effort to pay Randy back for his imagined infidelities.

Then, he was taking her hand in his. Firmly, he guided it to the
throbbing erection that pulsed jerkingly inside his pants. Curling her
fingers around it and holding her hand in place, he probed his tongue
deeply into her mouth, running it in and out, smoothly. He was
overjoyed when he felt her response, her body relax against him, her
mouth sucking on his tongue, while below, her hand tightened around the
thick length of his cock. No! she suddenly panicked, I can't do it! She
let go of his hardened penis as though it were a red-hot poker.
Desperately, she twisted her head aside to break the erotic, deep-
probing kiss and gasped. "No Philip, I've changed my mind, I just can't
do it!"

"That's a piece of crap!" he shot back. "You're hot for it ... so why
don't you relax and enjoy it! Just admit that you need to be screwed
... because your husband obviously hasn't been taking care of you!"

"Listen I'm not that kind of woman!" she spat out.

"That's not what I hear from Al," he chuckled. His strong-fingered
hands came down now to grasp her softly pliant buttock cheeks and
pulled her loins in hard against his own.

"All right Philip, you want to fuck, maybe I do but how do I know
you'll keep it to yourself."

"You'll just have to trust me my dear," he said sincerely enough to
convince her that he would keep their secret.

Suddenly Julie threw all caution to the wind, she wanted her show and
she wanted this attractive man to fuck her. "Let's do it," she gasped.
"I'm getting hot ... and I want you."

Philip Randolph could hardly believe his luck but he certainly wasn't
going to give her any opportunity to change her mind. Quickly he began
to disrobe, Julie following suit until he was completely naked, and she
was standing in bra and panties. Julie gasped as she looked at Philip's
long thick cock spearing out from a thicket of brown hair.

She saw the raw desire in Philip's face and she realized that it had
been a long time since Randy had desired her this way. In school, where
they had first met they had been ardent lovers and in their early days
in Berkeley too. It had only been since her career as an artist had
started to bloom that Randy's love-making prowess had tapered off. At
times it had almost seemed to her that they were in competition to see
who could make it in their prospective fields the first. She didn't
have time however to think about Randy any further, Philip was already
pulling off her brassiere, digging his fingers into her breasts and
kneading her nipples. Then before she realized what was happening she
was being pushed back onto the floor, his mouth seeking hers for a
brief moment and then his lips were moving down to her beautiful firm
breasts.

He kissed one, then the other, his tongue flicking out to lick at the
hardened nipples before taking one into his mouth to suck slaveringly,
almost like a child. He felt it lengthen and grow even more erect.
Shifting then to the twin, he worked at it, while below his naked cock
was insinuating itself down between her still nylon pantie-clad thighs.

Barely able to lie there and accept his homage to her luscious breasts,
Julie's loins undulated up against the hardness of his erect penis. His
sucking, teasing and biting of her nipples was sending ecstatic
sensations through her, and she wanted him to take her. God! she wanted
him ... wanted him to push into her, ram the whole length of his thick
cock into her searing cunt and fuck her, right then! ... but she knew
she would have to be patient, to wait for him to lead the way.

... Then she was holding her breath in expectant anticipation. Philip
was leaving her breasts, all tingling and aroused, and was slithering
down her body, his mouth trailing down over the soft, white flatness of
her belly, his tongue dripping briefly into the dimple of her navel.
Her hands were on his head now, pressing him gently downward.

In a moment he had stripped her panties from her, his strong hands
pulling her legs apart. Then his mouth was dipping down between her
softly tapered white thighs; at the same time his thumbs were spreading
the tender pink and moist lips of her cunt wide apart. With an animal
like grunt of lustful joy, his tongue shot out to probe all around
them, licking her just inside the moistly heated opening. His reward as
quick in coming. Her hands on his head pressed him in tight against the
hot flesh of her cunt, and her hips writhed up to him with feral
urgency.

"Oooooooooh!" Julie expelled her long-held breath, her groan a heartful
relief ... but she wished for something else. God! Why doesn't he
concentrate on my clitoris instead?

Over and over, Philip worked his long tongue in and out of her warmly
palpitating vaginal mouth. He heard her groan from deep in her chest
that ended in a constant mewl of anticipation, and he knew that she was
aroused ... ready for anything. There's only one way to find out!

Briefly, his mouth left her searing flesh as he hauled her straight,
then he was swiftly reversing his body until his knees were straddling
her head. His hands went under her hips, cupping up the softness of
them and pulling them apart as her legs involuntarily splayed wide to
give him ready access to her loins. He said nothing ... but his message
was eloquent.

Again, he dropped his head down between her lovely white thighs, his
tongue this time going unerringly to the spiky hardness of her
ecstatically throbbing clitoris.

Philip's joy knew no bounds when he felt her soft hands move
caressingly over his buttocks then slide back to cup all his balls,
kneading them in their sac and almost causing him to cry out with the
pleasure of it. Then he felt her fingers close around the lust-hardened
shaft of his massive cock.

The knowing way in which she handled him told him that she was
certainly no stranger to oral sex. In an instant he knew for sure. He
felt the rubbery, blood-bloated head of his cock probed at by her
moistly pink tongue. Restraining his wild desire to sink his aching
cock straight into her mouth, he waited while at the same time keeping
his teasing tongue busy on her clitoris. Up and down the short length
of it, she licked, paying special attention to the sensitively
throbbing head of the miniature phallus.

With a long drawn-out moan, her loins bucked up against his mouth and
undulated circlingly; at the same time, he felt her tight, ovaled lips
slip over the pulsating mushroom-shaped head of his cock, sucking it
into her hot mouth willingly. Only then did he begin to lower his hips,
spreading his knees a little wider and allowing his thick length penis
to push slowly and surely into the depths of her mouth. In a few
moments she had absorbed almost all it, and he felt her lips nibbling
at the shaft. It drove him wild with desire. In the next instant, he
had shoved the full turgid length of it deep into her mouth and part
way down her throat.

Julie wasn't particularly surprised when Philip switched to the sixty-
nine position and his heavy, pulsating erect cock had come down to
poise just over her mouth. She loved to have her pussy licked and
sucked. Reciprocally, she had also learned to suck cock. She remembered
the first time she had been introduced to it by Al Cortini, it had made
her gag the first time but after that she had loved it!

She didn't hesitate now, though. She ran her hands over Philip's
buttocks and fondled his testicles, enjoying the soft feel of them in
her hands. Then she had licked at the spongy head of his pulsing cock,
paying special attention to the connecting tissue on its underside.
When she had finally ovaled her lips and had sucked it into her mouth,
she felt an electric shock shuddering through her body. It pleased her
to know that she was giving him as much pleasure as he was her, but in
the back of her mind she knew that she was doing this calculated act to
hurt her husband even though he might never know of it.

Only half of his erect length was in her mouth, and she had begun to
suck nibbingly on it when suddenly he had plunged it deeply in, his
pubic hair tickling against her nose and chin. Desperately, she
accommodated him, taking all of it into the moistly heated confines of
her mouth and throat. Then he was nipping at her clitoris with his
teeth. It caused tiny shooting pains of pleasure to surge ecstatically
through her, consuming her cunt and belly with a raging, uncontrolled
fire of sexual need.

Then, intertwined on the oral copulation, her arms wrapped around his
hips and pulling him down into her mouth with rhythmic regularity,
allowing him to push in and out of her mouth and throat as though her
oral cavern were a substitute cunt as she sucked and nibbled at the
great shaft while at the same time his taunting tongue performed
arabesques up and down the short, hardened length of her clitoris, they
rose together to the heights of erotic arousal, both wishing that it
could last forever.

Never in his wildest dreams could Philip have imagined that this girl
could be so terrific. He loved the way her cunt ground up at his mouth
and the way she kept mewling and moaning, almost as though she couldn't
get enough of it ... and the way she's sucking my cock is really
something else!

She knows what she's doing ... Al Cortini was right about her!

Slavering, he increased his teasing arousal of her pussy, licking and
biting alternatively at her clitoris then pressuring downward to slide
his long, pink tongue in and out of her vaginal opening for long
moments before returning again to the pulsating shaft of her hardened
sex bud. As he slaved away he felt it building in her body, heard it in
the deep tones coming from her chest as she moaned in an agony of
imminent orgasm, and he felt it in himself, the tightening of his
scrotal sac, the expanding lurch of his rock-hard cock as it moved
smoothly between her lips and plunged deep into her throat, producing
that familiar feeling of searing preparedness, almost like a volcano
ready to blow itself apart. God! it felt good!

He lashed at her with his tongue, probing and withdrawing, dancing
tauntingly against her and working deep into the pliant softness of her
cuntal passage. He felt the contracting palpitations and knew that she
was ready ... that she would be exploding into orgasm soon ... and then
his extended middle finger was probing at her anus. He pushed it in to
the first knuckle and felt the smooth sponginess of the passage, and
then he was punishing her there, working his outstretched finger in
deep and swirling it around inside her rectum. All the while his hips
were rising and falling as he drove his demanding cock deep down into
her mouth and throat. Suddenly, his body was jerking, and he pounded
his spewing cock into her mouth, the white hot sperm racing the turgid
length of him to splash into the back of tier throat, forcing her to
swallow the life-liquid with desperate greed. Almost simultaneously,
her body spasmed shudderingly, her muscles tensing as she pushed her
loins up even harder against his mouth.

He ground his plundering tongue up into her and plunged his hammering
cock all the way down her swallowing throat as he, too, poised tensely
while the searing stream of his semen continued to spurt from the tip
of his cock with satisfying intensity. Then, tremblingly, she sagged
back against the floor. She would have screamed for pure joy but she
could only moan to herself, OOOOOOH! God! It's wonderful!

Slowly, the satiated relaxing euphoria overcame them, Philip rolled
away to his side, the glistening shaft of his penis coming out of her
mouth, still softly lurching with the final involuntary movements of
ejaculation.

"Oh my Julie, you really are something. Baby, you have the sweetest
mouth in the world."

"Ummmmmm ...!" Julie murmured, "you felt so good in my mouth Philip. At
first I wasn't sure but now I'm glad we did it," the young girl's hand
now playfully dropped down to Philip's deflated cock and began to
squeeze it softly between her fingers. "Oh poor baby, all crumpled."

"Not for long baby, if you keep that up," grinned Philip Randolph
lewdly.

Deftly now Julie retracted the foreskin. The soft tube of flesh lurched
in her hand. It felt wonderful. The returning power of his expanding
cock thrilled her as she caressed it to erect hardness; then he was
kissing her again, gently this time, without the urgent demand of the
first time. His mouth and tongue began to arouse her, and after a
little while he was kissing her shoulders and her breasts.

She came alive slowly, languorously, as below, she felt the preparatory
fluids beginning to bedew the inner petals of her pussy.

Then his hand was playing there, his finger tantalizing her clitoris to
throbbing hardness and pushing into the mouth of her cunt.

"Do you want it?" he asked her.

"Yes! Yes, I do!" she gasped.

"What do you want, Julie?"

"You! You in me!"

"Then, tell me baby! Tell me you want to be fucked!"

"Yes! Do it!" she breathed. "Fuck me! Oh God! Fuck me quick!" the lewd
words excited her. God! It's been so long ... since I said that ...
it's been since Al Cortini really ... Randy hasn't really desired me,
nor caused me to desire him in a really long time ... I really need
this!

The gallery owner levered himself up above on strong arms, bracing
himself on his knees as he wedged his hips down between her
automatically wide-spreading thighs.

"Put it in!" he told her.

Frantically, her hand stabbed down between them, her nails digging into
the side of his fully hardened cock, and she unerringly guided the
blood-swollen head of his cock to her waiting, anticipating cuntal
slit.

Julie moaned softly. Philip's hips flexed slightly, just enough to slip
the bulbous head of his throbbing cock into her, where he pushed it up
against the sensitive flesh of her cunt's mouth, teasing her as he
withheld the massive length of his rod. He was kissing her again, his
tongue probing deep into her mouth. She sucked his tongue hungrily and
wished that he would shove his huge cock up into her, fill her with
it... and fuck her, hard and deep.

Then he eased another couple of inches into her. She felt it stretch
her searingly. God! He is big! She groaned partly in pain but mostly
with frustration. He's teasing me!

With an undulant, upward thrust of her hips, she captured the thick
length of him, felt his cock-shaft slide all the way up into her
expectant belly; then she was clasping him tight, using the interior
muscles of her vagina to milk at his invading cock.

Oooooooooh! That's more like it!

Philip's feeling of triumph knew no bounds as he felt Julie writhe
under him and force his aching cock all the way up into her warmly
moist and tight cuntal passage. He knew then that she was his and that
he could fuck her now anytime he wanted her. He'd make her his mistress
for as long as she pleased him ... and the way she was going after his
cock he might keep her for quite a long while. He thought of how he had
tricked her into fucking him, she was such a good artist that he would
have given her a show without fucking but she had fallen for his threat
... just like Al Cortini said she would. His friend had told him that
basically he thought she wasn't getting enough cock from her husband so
that underneath her together exterior she was really horny and lonely.

Slowly then, he pulled out of her until just the bloated head of his
cock remained in her, just inside the wide-stretched mouth of her cunt.
It ignited a thousand little brushfires inside her, inflamed by the
vacuum his withdrawal had left within her. Julie's hands came up his
back and caressed downward to his muscular hips. With desperate
strength she tried to pull him deep up into her needful cuntal sheath.

He eased his solid length down into her again, pushing it deep into her
soft belly and feeling the heat of her envelop him as she undulated
passionately beneath him. Inside, her cunt walls squeezed and milked at
his turgid cock; it drove him wild, but he was determined not to hurry.
He was going to bring her slowly to the apogee of her orgasm ... fuck
her so skillfully that she would go almost insane with desire ... and
keep her coming back for more.

Patiently he began to swing his hips from side to side, wedging into
her grindingly while at the same time making sure that there was
maximum contact as his pubic bone swept back and forth across her
sensitively hardened clitoris. He did nothing more than that for the
time being, his tongue lashing in and out between her lips with
suggestive eroticism. Additionally, his hands caressed and kneaded at
her flanks, breasts, hips and buttocks, playing on her body like a
master organist who draws the most from his instrument in terms of fine
nuances of sound, and beneath him her arousal grew by leaps and bounds
to a power so uncontrollably ecstatic that she was sure she would not
be able to contain it.

Julie's pleasure was indescribable. The blonde haired young woman loved
the relentless way his burgeoning cock pushed into her, teasing her and
making her arousal so complete, and now as he began to thrust in and
out of her searingly needful cunt with a slow, steady tempo his hands
and mouth busy constantly, she sucked at his tongue and moaned with
delicious rapture. Within her, ecstatic sensations surged to and fro,
and she began to move under him, countering his every deep-thrusting
upward plunge deep into the soft and tender confines of her cuntal
sheath, fucking back at the joy-giving shaft of maleness with which he
drove her in order to help satisfy her own rapidly increasing lust.

Beneath him, Philip felt her writhing undulantly up against him, and
her breathing began to come in shorter sighing gasps of pure pleasure.
He increased his speed ever so slightly, and now he was also swinging
his hips from side to side, knowing that it would make her feel even
more filled with cock than his massive hardened already did.

Suddenly she bucked under him and twisted her head aside breaking the
deep tongue-jousting kiss. "Oh God... Philip! Fuck me! she groaned.

"You like it?" he leered down into her face.

"Yes! God ... yessss!"

"How do you want it, then?"

"Deep! Deep and hard! she begged. "Fuck me ... hard! Shove your cock
all the way inside my cunt ... and fuck me!" Julie cried, skewering her
searing cunt up the full, turgid length of his plunging cock.

Slipping his hands down over her undulating buttocks, he locked them
under her knees and leaned back slightly; then he moved up over her,
raising her legs high and widespread, almost to his shoulders. Hard and
deliberately then, he leaned down over her and drove his thundering
cock deep up into her splayed cunt-flesh.

"Oooooohhh!" she moaned beneath his pounding cock, every nook and
crevice of her vaginal sheath feeling filled to overflowing with his
hard man-flesh.

Still she wanted more. Abjectly she begged him. "Fuck me ... Philip!
Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!
OOOooooh!"

Philip rewarded her by grinding deeply into her, emphatically, each
time she uttered the shrieking obscenity. He could feel his own build-
up to ejaculative orgasm now and knew that she likewise was within an
extremely short period of time before her explosive climax would rock
her. He bored up into her and felt the clasping walls of her vagina
milk and suck at him while back behind the root of his slaving cock
there was that familiar acid-burning, heralding the release of his
sperm.

Suddenly, her eyes were swimming, sight-dimmed, in their sockets and
her head rolled from side to side uncontrollably as though it were on
oiled ball-bearings, her lovely blonde hair becoming mussed. Below, her
desperate loins thrust up at him even though he was holding her thighs
widespread with his massive cock goring in and out of her, practically
pinning her to the floor.

He ground into her ferally, his hands tearing at her, now massagingly
and again his fingers digging deep into her flesh only to change to a
gently, smoothing caress.

... Then she shuddered convulsively.

From deep in her chest an unearthly moaning scream came tumbling.
"OooOOaugh!" Myy Godddd! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!
AAAaagghh!"

Holding himself in abeyance until that moment, Philip now allowed
himself to piston into her like a runaway pile-driver. He slammed into
her with fury, ramming deep up into her, his pubic bone smashing hard
into hers, which heightened her orgasm already in progress.

Spewingly, he came. The load of liquid semen gushing from the head of
his slitted cock with a wonderfully satisfying sensation. "Aaaugghhh!"
he grunted with obvious relish. "What a fuck! What a marvelous cunt!
Christ!"

With a sigh he released himself on top of her, his cock still buried up
to the hilt of her, stiff, jerking and shooting his cum, his breath
coming in ragged gasps as he fully enjoyed the immensely erotic
sensations that were rampaging through his satiated body.

Julie Moore was ecstatic, it had been too long she now realized, too
long since Randy had really fucked her, now with Philip Randolph's cock
still in her she knew that she had to have this, she had been
repressing her desires ever since her affair with Al. She realized now
that she was a fully sensual woman with strong needs and desires, and
her husband had definitely not been fulfilling her in months. Whenever
they had made love of late he had seemed indifferent to her, he hadn't
aroused her or caressed her body he had just plunged into her and
fucked, seemingly not caring whether she had an orgasm or not,
something was really wrong between them, now having experienced the joy
of sexual union again she could acknowledge this. She looked up at
Philip, still collapsed on her sweat-soaked body and sighed a
tremendous sigh of relief rather as if some tremendous weight had been
lifted from her shoulders. All these months she had been afraid to face
the fact that her relationship with her husband was practically non-
existent and yet his rejection of her had caused her to cease believing
in herself as a woman. Philip had re-lit those fires of self awareness,
now she began to be aware once again of her beautiful body and it's
sensuality. She would no longer deny herself sexual fulfillment, she
had to have it and if Randy wasn't there to give it to her then she
would get it where she could and right now, Philip Randolph was
providing that possibility. She would use him just as he was using her!



Chapter 3


It was almost 9:00PM when Julie Moore finally left Philip Randolph's
gallery, having been wined and dined by the amorous older man. She felt
very precious and cared for, it had been a long time since any man had
paid her that kind of attention and she liked it. Occasionally she and
Randy went out for dinner but mostly along with several of their
friends, nothing romantic or candlelit for them. On odd occasions her
closest friend David would take her out for dinner when Randy was out
of town but they were really like brother and sister, although at times
Julie had suspected David of being secretly in love with her and
desirous of her body. She had never allowed that possibility to
manifest however, and good friends they had always remained.

Now Philip Randolph was turning out to be something entirely different,
a man of culture and refinement he really knew how to treat a woman.
She was no longer angry with him for having trapped her into making
love with him ... in truth she was having too good of a time, it had
been too long since she had felt cared for and she really liked it.

She knew that Philip had just separated from his wife and from the
number of telephone calls he had received that night at the gallery,
she was well aware that he was in demand. It felt good to be with a man
of class and elegance, she liked the feeling it gave her, she was
already aware that if Philip wanted to see a lot of her she would
readily agree ... she would enjoy going to the theater with him, after
all, Randy was away so much of the time he could hardly resent her
having a little fun, especially with owner of the gallery that would
give her her first one-woman show in New York City.

Philip had put her in a cab and given the cabby five dollars, ample
money to see her home. She was surprised as she pulled her in front of
the studio to see that the lights were all on. She had left earlier
when it was light and she hadn't left the lights on ... could it be
possible that Randy was home? He wasn't supposed to be home for a few
days! Well, hopefully it was him, she prayed that it wasn't a burglar!

* * * *

She let herself into her studio cautiously and was immediately relieved
to see Randy sitting in a chair reading some manuscripts.

"Oh, so you're home," he said a little coldly.

"Yes Randy, surprise, surprise, didn't expect you for a few days," she
replied with equal distance.

"Where have you been?" he demanded, exercising his husbandly rights.

"I had dinner with Philip Randolph, the owner of The Argon Gallery."

"How cozy," Randy replied sarcastically.

Well ... thought Julie to herself, everything is true to form, Randy is
his usual weird self and I'm reacting in my patterned responsive way
... so well, what else is new.

"How did your trip go?" she asked curiously.

"Great ... great, got Sam Smithers a fabulous contract with Universal
Studios, quite a break for him. They loved the script ... that means I
get my cut and maybe can buy a new car. I'm sick of that beat-up old
piece of junk!"

"What kind of car were you thinking of Randy?"

"A Porsche ... what else?"

Julie felt sick when she thought of how stingy her husband was with
her, never really giving her any money for clothes or fun and yet the
first bit of cash he got, he was going to spend it all on himself, a
Porsche was one of the more expensive toys on the market. She would be
really happy when her artwork really began to sell, at least then she
wouldn't have to rely on him so much.

Suddenly Philip's remarks from earlier on in the evening began to float
back into her mind ... Al Cortini said he had seen Randy on more than
one occasion in a Nude Club with various women ... just how true could
that be, Julie mused to herself. Certainly she and Randy were not
having the greatest time in the whole world together, was he fucking
other women? She started a little when she thought of this and realized
how jealous it made her, she knew that she had allowed Philip to fuck
her earlier on because she had felt in some way that she was getting
her own back at Randy. Not that she hadn't ended up enjoying herself,
however, and not that she wouldn't allow him to fuck her again ...
still, she would really like to know what was going on with Randy and
yet she dared not confront him with the situation.

Julie was in truth a little afraid of Randy, he had a violent temper
that she hadn't really discovered until after they were married, not
that her mother hadn't warned her. People with red hair have bad
tempers, she had told her but Julie had only laughed it off saying that
Randy was an angel. How wrong I was, she mused now. She looked across
at her husband slyly ... not that he isn't handsome, she thought and
not that he doesn't have a great body ... it's just that he's so
strange and distant these days.
Julie changed into a comfortable flowing caftan that buttoned down the
front, it was slightly diaphanous so that when she passed underneath
the light her beautiful form could be seen through it. She was still
drenched in the powerful memories of the fucking session she had had
with Philip and she had worn her caftan instinctively not thinking of
the effect it would have on Randy.

For an instant, as Randy looked at Julie, he felt desire flooding his
body. He took in the curve of her upthrust breasts and the long, svelte
line of her tapering thighs. Christ! he felt horny, he was surprised
too, it had only been an hour since he had stashed his latest
girlfriend in the Chelsea Hotel, having fucked her almost to death as
soon as they hit the room. I wonder if I could get it up again, he
mused.

Randy Moore was pretty proud of himself, for the past year he had
managed to have a series of mistresses without his wife having the
slightest idea of what was going on. He had covered his tracks pretty
well so far and had no reason to feel paranoid or nervous. It wasn't
that Julie wasn't one hell of a beautiful woman, it was just that she
was so wrapped up in her art work she didn't remember to have fun.
Randy had discovered after their marriage that Julie liked to go to bed
early and rise early, she liked the morning light for painting. She
didn't particularly like to drink or to go into bars, both of which
were a favorite pastime of his. Suddenly, after their marriage, he had
realized that they were quite different ... he liked good-time girls
and although he appreciated all of Julie's wonderful virtues or still
desired a woman with a little more worldliness. He liked what society
would call "bad women" they really knew how to please a man!

Now however as he looked at Julie he couldn't help but feel aroused, it
seemed to him that she was challenging him as she stood under the
light, the soft curve of her hips blending into the longer line of her
thighs, her legs spread slightly in an almost combative stance. He
didn't know why but he sensed that Julie was brooding over something,
she was angry with him about something he knew, yet even in her
defiance she was desirable. He felt the familiar stirrings of his
blood-engorged penis and he knew that he wanted to take her! He stood
up quickly and grabbing Julie, enfolded her in his arms, quickly
sliding his hands down her back to the rounded fullness of her
buttocks.

Julie didn't know what was happening to her but the moment that Randy
touched her she went rigid. She felt the hard bulge of his erection
against the warm flesh of her loins and she was repulsed. She had never
felt quite like this before when Randy had touched her but now with the
memory of Philip's cock still inside her and the knowledge that perhaps
Randy was double-crossing her, she felt totally unresponsive to his
caresses.

"Leave me alone Randy," she cried out.

"What! ... hey Julie what's going on, you're my wife you know!"

"What does that mean Randy?" she sneered.

"It means that if I want to exercise my husbandly rights and fuck you,
I can do it."

"Haven't you been getting enough elsewhere Randy?" she spat out boldly.

"How's that?"

"I think you know what I mean Randy."

"Come on, spit it out Julie, what are you getting at," Randy commanded,
not realizing that Julie knew anything of his double life.

"Alright, if that's the way you want it," she said defiantly, "you've
been seen out in San Francisco with several woman over the past year,
so God knows what you do in Los Angeles, London and Paris."

"Who told you that," he asked, creasing his brow in an effort to
remember if he had ever seen any of their mutual friends when he had
been with another woman.

"Never mind who, but obviously you've had other women Randy."

"Well, you're so tied up with your painting baby, a man has to have
some fun."

"Are you jealous of my art Randy?"

"You spend so much goddamned time on it baby, at least when I'm home
you could spend a little time with me, any other women would be happy
to take care of me, do all the things a wife should do."

"Oh God! I just can't believe you're saying this," Julie said.

"Well I am baby, I'm sick and tired of playing second fiddle. You're
just not desirable to me any more."

Suddenly something split inside Julie as she heard Randy's last
remarks, she wanted to hurt him, to really hurt him to pay him back for
all the women he had had when she had thought he was being a faithful
husband to her. She didn't care anymore ... she just wanted to strike
back at him to pay him back for her own pain. "You bastard," she
screamed, "that's not true, ask Philip Randolph he fucked me tonight
and he seemed to be very satisfied."

"You bitch," screamed Randy swinging at her with his fist, hitting her
mouth and causing a thin trickle of blood to run down her chin.

"That's it, now you've done it," yelled Julie, "get out of here you
rotten bastard, get out of here, I never want to see you again!"

"Don't worry I'm leaving, there are other women around who want me!"

Randy grabbed his jacket and briefcase and stormed out of the studio
before Julie could stop him, as she watched him leave she collapsed on
the floor, sobbing, she hadn't meant to tell him about Philip and now
she felt really ashamed.

Oh God! Julie thought to herself as she realized fully what she had
done. She hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, she loved Randy
despite his infidelities and now she had totally ruined everything, she
had probably lost Randy for ever. Oh God! sobbed Julie, I just want to
die, I really want to die!



Chapter 4


Julie could hardly wait to talk to Philip, she sipped her coffee in her
apartment and looked impatiently at the clock. Probably the gallery
wouldn't open until 10:00AM damn it, she really wanted to talk to
someone. Suddenly Julie Moore felt very lonely, she realized now that
she didn't know anyone in New York and it was a big place. She thought
of calling Larry Rutherford, he had been so good to her he would
probably give her a shoulder to cry on ... still she felt silly, she
didn't really know him either. The only person she felt intimate with
was Philip, she would just have to wait until she could talk to him.

The clock seemed to go very slowly but finally it was 10:15AM Julie
picked up the telephone and dialed the gallery. "Good morning, Argon
Gallery," she heard the receptionist purr. "Good morning, could I speak
to Mr. Randolph?" Julie said firmly. "Who shall I say is calling?" the
receptionist inquired. "Julie Moore," Julie could sense a strange
silence at the other end of the telephone, she wondered vaguely if
Philip's receptionist was aware of what was going on, could it be that
she desires him herself, she wondered. "Just a moment, I'll connect
you," she heard her finally say.

"Good morning Julie my dear, what can I do for you," she heard Philip's
soothing tones.

Immediately Julie began to sob uncontrollably, it took her several
minutes to actually explain to Philip what had happened and to tell him
how miserable she was.

Philip Randolph was very sympathetic, he had lived enough years to have
lived through several such similar scenes himself, "I've got a good
idea," he said after a while, "look you're tired, a little run down,
why don't you go out to my house on Fire Island for a few days, rest up
a little. When you get back you can get in touch with Randy via his
company ... how about it, I'll even try to get out to the Island to
meet you."

"Are you sure?" Julie hesitated, not at all certain that she wanted to
be alone for a few days.

"Quite sure, in fact I'll take you out there today but I won't be able
to stay, too much business to attend to at the moment.

"Alright Philip, thank you," murmured Julie.

"Quite alright my dear, the sea-air will do you a world of good, always
does."

Julie Moore hung up the telephone and started to look around her
studio, she would take her sketchbook with her, do some studies of the
ocean and the wildlife, anything to take her mind off of her problems.
Oh Randy, she thought ... I do love you!

* * * *

Julie had been on the Island for a couple of days before she began to
realize that she was being studied. Two men in particular always seemed
to be on the beach when she was, at first she had thought it
coincidence but now she was convinced that they were after something.
She was a little frightened, after all she thought to herself, I am
alone at the house, anything could happen! She made a mental note to
call Philip when she got back to the day, perhaps he would come out to
the Island later on. She lay back on the sand, pulling her sunhat down
over her face just enough to cover the sun from her eyes but not enough
to block the two young men from her view. She. was curious now ... who
were they?

Idly now she began to study them, both of them looked around 25, they
were both fairly tall, the only difference being that one was rather
stocky with his height and the other quite slim. The slim man had dark
black hair and was really quite handsome, the stocky one had sandy
colored hair and wasn't as good looking although he was attractive.
Suddenly she became aware that they were walking towards her ... oh
God! what should she do? Should she get up quickly and rush into the
house? No time, they were almost at her side.

"Hi, I'm Pete Howard," the slim dark-haired young man said smoothly and
"I'm Tim Black," the sandy-haired man said quickly following.

"Oh ... hello," Julie said shyly, "I'm Julie Moore."

"Hope you don't mind our pushing ourselves upon you, we noticed you
yesterday, aren't too many people here during the week."

"Is that so?" Julie said.

"Sure, this place is mobbed on weekends. New Yorkers' pile out here
like ants, you won't believe it, that is if you're here then. How long
are you staying?"

"I'm not sure, I'm in my friend's house and he may come out tonight to
take me back to the City," Julie said quickly, anxious to let the young
men know that there was someone in her life that she wasn't open game.

The two young men were so charming however that Julie's fears were
quickly dispelled, they chatted for a long while, went into the ocean
together and before she really knew what she was doing, Julie found
herself inviting them both back to the house for a drink.

"Love to," they both echoed.

Julie was beginning to discover a sense of power with her new freedom.
Ever since Randy had walked out on her she had become increasingly
aware of how much of the outside world she had closed off, particularly
in the direction of men. She had even ceased to think of herself as
being really attractive until recently, in fact until Philip Randolph
had paid her so much attention. Now, with two attractive young men at
her feet she was really beginning to feel beautiful. The fact of the
matter was that she was lonely and whether she knew it or not, she was
also vulnerable, and her ego was being lifted by their very presence.
She would have read the danger signs in their boldly moving eyes and in
the persistent tingling excitement beginning to course through her own
body, but she ignored the warnings. After all, neither of the young men
had said a single thing out of order.

"What would you like to drink," Julie asked them now back at the house.

"I'll take a scotch and soda," Pete said quickly his gray blue eyes
lingering on her breasts for a quick moment.

"Me too," Tim said grinning a little at Pete's audacity.

"Here's to friendship," Pete said, his eyes devouring Julie with sheer
desire. The young woman caught his glance and suddenly wondered if
maybe she had made a mistake inviting them both up to the house. She
was apprehensive as she became aware of his salacious gaze, how could I
have been so stupid?

A tingling warmth keened through her to stab at her belly without
warning. It was completely unwanted and now she recognized the danger
signals within herself. She had no intention of playing around with a
couple of men she hardly knew. They had gotten into her house, but that
didn't mean they had to stay there. She was amazed at what was
happening down between her legs, she felt the seeping moistness and the
turgid warmth in her genitals ... it had been three days now since
Philip had made love to her and she realized that she was quite horny.
It was almost as if the fucking session with Philip had reawakened
desire in her and now here she was with a couple of men she hardly knew
quivering violently and wondering if they were going to rape her. I
must be going mad, she thought to herself

Immediately that Julie realized what was happening, the moment she
sensed the mental communication that was going on between the two men
she realized that the best thing for her to do would be to simply leave
the house, they wouldn't dare do anything to her on the beach and
surely they wouldn't have the nerve to wait in the house until she came
back?

She glanced around the room, then quickly she headed for the door. Pete
had been watching her intently however, realizing that his lecherous
glances had frightened her and he was in front of her before she knew
what was happening. "Going somewhere Julie?" he inquired casually.
"We're nice men, you're not going to leave us alone are you?"

Tim was standing behind her now, too close for her comfort. "Are you
nervous about something," he grinned lewdly behind her head.

Julie gasped inwardly when she saw the huge bulge of Pete's erection.
It lurched, the movement catching her eye and causing her to shiver
with unwanted expectancy.

Pete's now leering eyes followed her apprehensive gaze, and he expanded
his fully erect penis again, purposefully, causing its hard length to
be outlined against the cloth of his swimming trunks.

"Interested?" he grinned.

"No I'm not," Julie said firmly trying to get out of the house, a
tingle of fear running up and down her spine.

Behind her Tim's arms encircled her pinioning her own arms to her
sides, as his hands covered and held the soft globes of her breasts,
his fingers kneading deep into the tender flesh through her
cover-up and the scanty bikini top. Instantly, she was aware that her
nipples had come up hard and throbbing against his hands.

"Take your hands off me you dirty bastard!" she screamed.

"Naughty, naughty, such language for a lady," sneered Tim, "not a
chance though," he murmured in her ear, his loins thrusting against her
so that she could feel the equally huge bulge of his fully erect cock
against the small of her back. He kissed the nape of her neck.

Tiny wavelets of rising passion cascaded through her tense body. God!
How was she to cope with two men intent upon seducing her ... or raping
her? "I'll scream," she threatened.

"Why would you want to do that?" Pete seemed surprised. Then quickly he
pressed in close to her, his strong hands holding her head in a vise-
like grip as he lowered his lips to hers, capturing their softness, his
tongue probing between them, while below, the hard length of his
erection bulging inside his swimming suit group up firmly against her
rapidly inflamed loins, which were encased only in her scanty bikini
bottoms. Thrilling sensations sang along her nerve endings,
concentrated there between her legs, the soaring melodies of her
passion gaining in constant crescendo until with a sizzling crash she
knew that she was lost. She actually wanted this, something weird and
perverse inside of her wanted them to take her, it was almost as if
another side of her nature was now being released within her, she who
had spent so much time devoting her energies to her artwork was now
actually craving and drawing to her men, men whose sole intention was
her body, they didn't care about her soul or her art, they just wanted
to ravage her body!

Momentarily, she had resisted Pete's kiss, keeping her teeth clamped
tightly shut but when it happened to her, her churning belly defying
the
voice of reason and answering only to the primal rhythm of the two
massive cocks grinding against her and the moist warmth of Pete's
inquiring tongue and lips against her mouth, she melted against them,
her jaws opening slightly to allow his oral member to slide between the
barrier of her teeth to taste the sweetness of her. At the same time,
her hips began an almost imperceptible undulation of their own,
seemingly directed by pure instinct, as she sought closer contact with
the delicious warmth of those two tempting cocks. And, Tim, standing
there behind her was now working open the buttons of her cover-up.
There remained little doubt in her mind, now. They were going to make
love to her. It was what they had planned all along. She knew that,
now. God! She also knew though that she wouldn't really resist them, in
her heart she realized that she wanted them, she felt weak in the knees
now and knew that she could no longer hold up. She felt Tim's warm
hands caressing her breasts through the cloth of her bikini bra.
Wildly, her body wanted it all, wanted her naked breasts to be handled,
massaged and caressed, wanted the hardness of their cocks in her own
hands ... and then wanted them thrusting deep up into her pussy. She
could almost feel it already. It would be so marvelous ... so naughty,
yet so nice.

Suddenly however, something snapped inside of her, what was she
thinking about, what would Philip think, how could she allow these
young animals to ravage her body ... she must be mad!

Julie twisted her head aside, freeing it from Pete's strong-fingered
grasp and breaking the deep kiss, as she realized that she had begun to
kiss him back, her own tongue entertwining with his and sliding
momentarily into his mouth.

"No!" she gasped. Please ... I-I can't . I can't ..."

"Baby, you're going to get yourself good and fucked!" Tim leered
behind her.

"No ... no, please let me go," she pleaded, "I don't even know you."

"Pretty soon you'll know us though," Pete grinned, reaching down to
untie the lacing at the side of her bikini bottoms.

"No," she screamed thrusting her hand down to her side to stop him.

Pete pushed her hand aside and continued to untie her bikini, "Don't
tell me you don't want it baby, it's obvious, it's written all over
your face, you're hot baby, hot to fuck, really hot to fuck!"

Pushing her bikini bottoms down over her hips, he stripped the tiny
garment down over the sveltely curved columns of her legs. The blonde
hair of her pussy was revealed curling softly at the apex of her
thighs, which she clamped tightly together, her hand moving down
instinctively to cover the nakedness of her loins. Julie blushed, and
her eyes dropped down to see her only material defense draped around
her ankles.

"Ooooooh, my God!" she groaned. "Oh, no!"

Tim was now deftly removing her short white cover-up pulling it off of
her with firm hands. Not quite realizing what was happening, Julie
desperately tried to cover her nakedness as she was finally stripped.

She felt confused, her head was swirling, it was almost as if her body
wanted them to fuck her and yet her head didn't. She couldn't quite
understand what was happening and yet her body felt like a traitor to
her.

Then, Pete, who was still standing in front of her was loosening the
tie of his swim trunks, and with excruciating slowness began to lower
them over his slim muscular hips. She watched hypnotically, unaware
that Tim was already unfastening the single snap of her bikini top and
pushing the shoulder straps down over her upper arms. Then, almost
instantly, Tim's hands captured her smooth globular white breasts, his
fingers digging into the tender flesh to knead and massage. A tiny moan
escaped her lips as her aching breasts quivered in the palms of his
greedy hands, their coral-pink nipples distended and hard with wanting,
while just at that moment Pete freed the long thick length of his cock,
exposing it fully to her rapt gaze. She couldn't help but gasp with
surprise at the size of it.

Quickly, Pete stepped out of the bathing trunks and kicked them aside,
then with a top-sided leer, he reached down to grasp the throbbing
length of his penis. As he slowly retracted the heavy foreskin, he
chortled. "How would you like to have this shoved all the way up into
your cute little cunt?"

"I-I wouldn't!" she cried out but she couldn't look away from it as a
fiery bolt of lightning flashed in her loins, searing her with a
demanding desire she couldn't ignore.

Pete came close to her then and plucked away the bikini top that still
dangled by its shoulder straps from her elbows. Julie let him do it.
Why she did she didn't know but the next instant she had stepped out of
her bottoms also and now she was shamefully naked before the two
lusting men.

Her body had won over, her traitorous body was willing to give itself
to these two brutes, she thought shamefully to herself ... I'll never
be the same again.

"And she said she didn't want it," sneered Tim behind her, "she wants
it alright, she's so hot for it she can't stand it."

"I'll say she wants it, she can't keep her eyes off my cock," sneered
Pete as he stood close to her and guided the blood-filled head of his
cock into the tiny crease of her pussy showing faintly through its soft
covering of blonde hair at the angle of her thighs. "Isn't that right
Julie?"

"N-no! It's just that it's so huge ... I've never seen one so big," she
gasped.

Pete began to enfold her in his arms now while at the same time Tim
released the ripe melons of her breasts and stepped back from her. She
was crushed against Pete's muscular chest now, his hips pushed hard
against her to insinuate the bloated head of his penis against the
pulsing bud of her clitoris.

Suddenly, Julie knew she could stand no longer. Her knees were
beginning to collapse. Deep in her belly a roaring furnace door was
opened as the moist warmth of his cock-head touched the key to her
sexuality, and involuntarily her tightly clamped thighs relaxed to
allow that monster cudgel to bore in between her legs. It felt to her
as though she were rising a huge log as his thick hard and long cock
seemed to be making contact with every square centimeter of her
inflamed cunt flesh. Moaning uncontrollably she slumped against him. Oh
God! I can't hold out any longer, she groaned inwardly to herself, I'm
going to give myself to him.

"Okay baby," Pete growled now, "there's no turning back now, you're
going to give yourself to both of us."

"No!" her voice gasped with the last vestige of reason as her body
tingled with a new expectancy for something she had never experienced.
Two potently virile men fucking her at the same time. Two! Two men ...
at the s-same time! "Oooooooooh!" her mewling moan contained a new tone
of excitement, muffled against Pete's broad hairy chest.

"Come on Pete!" It was Tim's voice off somewhere behind her. "Let's get
her into the bedroom ... I've got everything ready."

Dumbly Julie allowed herself to be led to the bed, like a cow to the
slaughter, into the bedroom with it's queen-sized bed where Tim waited
them, naked now too and stretched out on the bed, his fully erect penis
reaching upward above his hairy loins like a fleshy pylon.

She gasped. Unbelieving, she stared at it. The slightly shorter more
compact Tim, broad-shouldered, his torso narrowing to slim hips and
muscular legs bore a veritable monster cock in his loins. It reared
above him like a jackknife, seeming to be firmly embedded in a
foundation of tufting sandy hair.

Smiling at her surprise, Tim grinned up at her, his hazel eyes filled
with a lust she had never seen before. "What's the matter Julie baby?
Haven't you ever seen a cock before?"

"Y-yes... but ..." her gaze switched to Pete standing beside her then
back again to Tim on the bed.

But what?" Pete asked pushing her toward the bed firmly.

"I-I can't! I w-won't! You're both so ... so ...

"Ready to fuck you?" Tim smiled, showing white even teeth. He reached
out for her, grasped one of her hands and pulled her down to the soft
mattress beside him.

Pete lay down beside her to sandwich her sensation-ridden body between
the two virile men as real fear mixed with perverse anticipation
caromed around inside her skull. It was all so real to her, yet there
was a tinge of fantasy to it. God! They're so big! Both of them! How
can I possibly l-let them d-do it to m-me? Even as she questioned it,
her body yearned for them ... both of them, huge as they were ... more
huge than she had ever imagined a man's sex organ could be.

Now, she was enfolded between them, the men's warm and muscularly hard
bodies pressed tight against her, both long and hardened cocks
pressuring into the soft smooth flesh of her thighs on either side. She
could plainly feel the heat of them against her quivering skin.

Before she could answer with an objection, Tim had smothered her mouth
with his, his tongue surging out to burst into her oral cavern. For a
desperate moment, Julie tried to twist away from him to break his
slavering kiss, her tongue skirmishing with his, but when Pete's lips
captured one of her spikily distended nipples sucking it up into the
warmth of his mouth, his teeth grazing it slightly as he toyed with it,
all of her reservations her shaky resolve, dissolved in a long
shuddering moan of desire. Her jaw relaxed, her mouth opening wide, and
she sucked Tim's lingual member deep into her own mouth. At that point,
she knew that she was truly lost. She was beyond the point of no
return. It was going to happen and nothing in heaven or hell could or
would stop it.

Her body keened shiveringly as delightfully sensual things happened to
her. She kissed Tim back with fierce passion, her own tongue now
slipping searchingly into his mouth to probe and taste, while his hand
massaged carressingly at her other aching breast, his thumb and
forefinger rolling her sensitively erect nipple to even greater
hardness. At the same time, Pete sucked hard at its twin, taking the
entire aureola deep into the warm moistness of his mouth, and his hand,
too, was busy as it smoothed down over the white plane of her belly to
the soft blonde hair of her pubic mound, his extended middle finger
searching for and finding the fleshly folds of her pussy, then going
down into it straight to the hardened bud of her fully erect clitoris.

His touch down there was like an electric probe. Her breath was quickly
indrawn, muffled by Tim's mouth covering hers in a deep soul kiss, but
each of the men felt it in her body, the quivering desire in her
communicated to them through every fiber of her being. Her gasp was
followed by a long shuddering moan deep in her throat that sounded
guttural and animalistic. Involuntarily, instinctively, her thighs
parted in invitation to Pete's salaciously teasing finger. She was
ready right then ... ready for anything and everything, as she had
never been before in her life. Unhesitatingly, Pete's whole hand went
in between her thighs to cup her entire pussy. He massaged caressingly,
feeling the viscous moisture gathered on the tiny peeping petals of her
inner lips soak into the palm of his hand. Above, a satisfied smile
split Pete's face as he nuzzled into the velvet-like skin of her softly
swelling breast. Damn! She's hot! A real pushover! ... and I'm really
going to dig her! Man! She's really something else! He never would have
believed that their plan could have worked out so easily had Tim not
encouraged him ... and now it was all working out so perfectly. Now,
his probing middle finger sought the tiny moist opening of her vagina,
slipping it easily up inside her, and he was rewarded by the
unmistakable undulation of her hips up against his hand, a mute signal
on her part in body language, meaning: More! More! MORE!

Then, her own hands were stealing down on either side, finding and
grasping the thick hardness of a cock with each, her delicate fingers
trying to encircle them and finding it impossible. She settled for
using her thumbs to rub around the silky tips, spreading the thick
moisture that seeped from the tiny slits of them all around their
exposed, spongily bloated heads, and try as she might, Julie could not
distinguish between them. Each of the long hard cocks she caressed
seemed equal in every way to the other. Slowly, her hands moved up and
down each of the huge rods of flesh in an attempt to stroke them to
even greater hardness. It was sensually thrilling in the extreme when
she felt first Pete's then Tim's massive hands, seeming to expand and
move much as she imagined they would.

Down between her quivering ready thighs, widespread now to Pete's
titillating hand, she felt a second invading finger buried alongside
the first deep up inside her searing cunt, while his palm massaged
slowly and vigorously up and down the short hard length of her
sensation-filled clitoris. She was close to exploding orgasm already,
yet neither of the two men's long hard cocks had entered her. She
seemed to hang in delicious anticipation, a delirious expectancy that
seemed to go on and on, for now Pete's mouth, which had sucked hard and
long on her breast's sensation-ridden nipple, causing intense surges of
heated sensuality to stab at her needful loins, moved away from her
breast, leaving it wet and turgid, and it pushed downward across her
belly, his tongue dipping momentarily into the shallow dimple of her
navel before moving on downward, ever downward, kissing her moistly all
the way, until he was there at the softly curling upper fringe of her
pubic hair.

It was then that Pete's lust inciting fingers came out of her heated
cuntal opening, while at the same time, Tim withdrew his mouth from
her's and momentarily sucked her lower lip into his mouth before moving
on down to capture her other nipple. His hands mauled and massaged the
tender aching flesh of its twin, which Pete had just deserted. Now,
continuous mewling moans emitted from her lips rising from deep in her
chest, and her breath came in uncontrolled gasps of pleasure as below
she felt Pete's strong hands splaying wide her thighs. Now! It's going
to happen ... n-now! He's going to shove it in ... a-and do it ... to
m-me! It was what she wanted, but vaguely there was a tiny lingering
doubt.... But, it's so big! God! It'll tear me apart! Pete's body was
shifting then, and reluctantly she was forced to let go of his huge
hardened rod of pulsing man-flesh. She felt him down there between her
quivering thighs, as he held her wide open to him, and she knew that in
only a moment or two his cock would cleave her and bring her to
ecstatic orgasm.

"Oh," she groaned, "do it, Pete! Hurry! "Do what, baby?" he grinned
lewdly down into her face. "Do you want to be fucked ... now?"

"Yes! Ooooooooooh, yes!" she breathed.

"Then why don't you say it?"

"All right, damn you! Fuck me!" Julie spat. "Fuck m-me ... right now!"

"Did you hear that Tim? She wants to be fucked! Do you think I ought to
fuck her now?"

Tim lifted his head from her breast, "I don't know Pete. Do you think
she's ready?"

"Oooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! I-I'm more than ready!" Julie said, feeling
frustrated now as they teased her.

"No, man! She's not really ready, yet! I think she needs something else
... before she gets it!"

"No! God, I want you! I want you t-to shove your cock into my cunt ...
and fuck me ... now!" Julie babbled, her hips gyrating up at Pete
imploringly.

"Not yet," Pete told her, his eyes devouring the flowered open hole of
her vagina, seeing it moist and pink and clasping with involuntary
contractions of desire. "I'm going to lick that cute little cunt of
yours ... until you flip right out of your skull."

"And, while he's doing that, you can take care of me!" Tim added,
looking down into her face with a twisted smile of lewd anticipation.

"D-do you mean ...?"

"Exactly! You're going to suck my cock!"

Tim, too, was moving then, forcing her to relax her grip on the
hardened length of his penis, as he straddled her chest with a knee at
either side of her head. The velvet tip of his blood-filled cockhead,
showing bright scarlet with his throbbing passion, brushed lightly
across her lips.

"Please ... n-no!"

Just then, below, Julie felt Pete's warm breath wash over the exposed
moistness of her cuntal furrow.

"You have a choice?" Tim rasped out at her.

Julie knew that it was a rhetorical question. She would like to think
she had a choice. Below, Pete's warmly moist tongue made electrically
charge contact with the hard bud of her sensitive clitoris. She moaned,
and her loins undulated up against Pete's face. "Ooooooohhhhhhhhh!"

Her mouth was open, her lips rounded, and on the instant, Tim, kneeling
above her, guided the pulsing head of his cock between her lips. There
was no choice for her. Inexorably, it pressured its way into her mouth,
forcing her to widen her jaws to the limit to accept the whole of its
bloated head.

Then, Julie was floating in a half-real world, seemingly bounded on all
sides with delicious sex sensations, her whole body swimming in
ecstasy, as now Pete's tongue stabbed deep into her vaginal opening to
run in probing circles just inside the overheated portal, inciting her
to even greater heights of desire, while at the same time her own mouth
was busy, her lips turned in around the thick circumference of Tim's
warmly throbbing cock and her tongue swirling in delightful circles all
around its expanded head. She didn't know how long she could stand the
torture of being so stimulated. Her nerve endings were sensitively raw,
her whole body responding to the two men, who were evidently in no rush
to bring her to the orgasmic heights she craved ... the way she wanted
it, with hard cock-flesh thrusting deeply into her moistly demanding
cunt.

Deeper into her mouth and throat, Tim shoved the massive length of his
cock, sawing it in and out slowly between her eagerly sucking lips,
until finally the sandy curling hair of his loins was being pressed
against her nose. Julie wanted it that way, after only a few moments.
She wanted to suck his cock ... wanted to take the whole of it deep
into her throat ... wanted to give pleasure in return, for now Pete was
concentrating on her clitoris, his tongue, pointed and hard, drumming a
rapid tattoo up and down its short, turgid length.

Suddenly, she was rising on swift wings of passion toward release, her
body convulsing, loins gyrating crazily up to Pete's slaving lips and
tongue that drove her absolutely wild. She wanted to open her own mouth
and scream out her delirious pleasure, but it was filled completely
with the huge mass of Tim's throbbing, deeply thrusting cock. Her
scream gurgled in her throat as she came. OOOOOooooooooooh!
Godddddddddd! I'm cummmmmiiiiinnnnng! Already! AAAAAaaaaauuuuuggghhh!"

With animal desperation, she tried to free her mouth of Tim's thick
length, her head twisting from side to side, but now his hands on
either side of her head held her securely in place. Her orgasm washed
surgingly through her body for several moments before she finally
relaxed, her hips settling back into the soft mattress ... but still it
went on and on.

"Hey, man, she came already!" Tim grunted.

Pete lifted his face from between her still widespread but now quieted
thighs, his lips glistening moistly from the viscous dew of her pussy
and said, "Yeah, I know ... she really climbed the walls didn't she?"

"Well, hell, Pete ... if you're not going to fuck her, let a real man
get a shot at that hot little cunt!"

"Be my guest, I'm saving the best for last! Anyway, she's just getting
warmed up. I think the little bitch'll keep cumming all morning!"

Julie heard but didn't understand all that they were saying. Her senses
were attuned to the delicious workings of her orgasm-scorched body;
however, somehow she knew that it was only the beginning, knew that the
two potently virile men had only been toying with her, for now they
were shifting and re-positioning themselves. For an anxious moment she
worried, not knowing what they were going to do next. As Tim raised
himself above her to pull the hardened length of his penis from her
still nibbling lips, he looked down at her through lust-filled liquid
eyes and told her. "Now, you'll really get it, baby ... get exactly
what you've been asking for!"

Staring up at him through swimming eyes, she murmured. "Oh, I-I hope so
..."

"See what I mean? She loves it!" Pete chortled. "You really dig it
don't you, Julie?" Pete loomed above her, replacing Tim's image, as the
shorter swarthy-skinned man slid away to crawl in between her
expectantly excited thighs ... Especially the two for one deal you're
getting!"

"I-I didn't want it ... but now I can't help myself. I-I just don't
understand ... why ..."

"Why? For fun! It is fun isn't it ... having both of us tucking you?"

"Y-yes... but ..."

Just then, she felt Tim picking up her hand and guiding it to the shaft
of his saliva-moistened cock. "Here you go, baby. Why don't you put my
cock in that hot little cunt of yours?"

Greedily, her hand tightened on it, and she felt again its enormous
girth and length. Her hand trembled with both fear and excitement. She
did it. She obeyed the implicit command in Tim's question. Her fingers
directed the lust-filled head of his cock to the fully flowered opening
of her palpitating vagina, the contact of its tip with the coral-hued
flesh of her tender cunt sending lightning flashes of new-born sex
sensations crowding into her desperately hungering loins.

Pete, kneeling beside her, leaned in closer to watch as his friend
flexed his hips and forced the blood-swollen head of his cock into her
tiny cunt's mouth. He saw her stretched cruelly, and grinned to himself
as she gasped out in anguish, "Oh God! Its t-too big!"

"Not really!" Pete Howard laughed. "Go on, Tim! Give it to her! Shove
it all the way in!"

With delight Tim did it. He flexed his legs powerfully, digging his
toes into the mattress, and slammed the ponderous shaft of his
demanding cudgel deep up into her blazing pussy, his hard pubic bone
crashing painfully into hers, as the massive head of his cock was
blunted against the far back wall of her vagina. It was all there up
inside of her, filling her, stretching her. It hurt! God! It hurt! "OOO
oooooo aaaa hhhhhhh!" she groaned, tears flooding into her eyes.
"You're tearing me ... in two!"

"Really?" Tim grinned, pleased. He expanded it deep inside her a couple
of times before beginning a slow in and out fucking motion that brought
his hardened cock out of her until only the head nestled at her cuntal
opening, and on the inward up-stroke all of its massiveness was buried
far lip in her rapidly palpitating channel.

Pete watched gleefully. "Beautiful!" he murmured, reaching out to
fondle the softly resilient mounds of her breasts one by one.

At first, Julie felt as though she had been invaded by a huge rough-
barked log. Every bit of her still overheated cunt was filled with
hardened man-flesh and when Tim began to plunge it back and forth, ever
so slowly, deep into her clasping sensate vaginal canal, it was only a
very few moments before she was riding an accelerating rocket toward
another orgasm. She couldn't believe it ... couldn't believe the
marvelous sensations being created in her by his magnificent cock
working in her.

"Oh, fuck me, Tim! Fuck me! Hard!" she groaned.

Instinctively, she pulled her knees back until her thighs were mashing
hard against the tender aching globes of her breasts, at the same time,
she splayed them wider to offer up to him the whole plane of her pussy,
asking mutely that he give her absolutely all of his lengthy hardness.
Then, her hips were rising to meet him counteringly to absorb his cock
to the fullest, longest, hardest, deepest extent.

Julie was in a seventh heaven of sex, completely oblivious to
everything else, her whole being focused only upon the sensual
excitement of it all, and her hands went up and around to Tim's
buttocks, straining to pull him deeper and faster into her searingly
wanting pussy.

"Deeper! Harder! Faster!" she mewled, her lips parted now as her breath
came short and fast in her laboring lungs.

Then, as the young man above her began to drive into her at a faster
pace, every plumbing thrust going deeper, her own blood pumped faster
and every fiber of her sex-stimulated body strove for a second
fulfilling orgasm.

Suddenly, she was aware of something else. Pete, kneeling there beside
her ... who up till then had been content to watch, saving himself ...
saving the best for last -- she remembered him saying ... was caressing
her softly rounded ass-cheeks, his hands massaging the straining flesh.
The something else was like a rocket booster to her passion; his
fingers grazed lightly over the brownish puckered flesh of her anus.
Tentatively, the pad of his probing middle finger pushed at the
sensitive flesh. Her first reaction was a moaning request for him to
stop, but then when without warning his middle finger thrust into her
rear passage up to the first joint, she knew that it was something she
wanted -- perverse as that desire might be.

"Y-yes!" OOOOO oooo hhhh, God ... yes! Shove your finger up my ass,
Pete! Shove it the way," she screamed.

His finger went in all the way to his palm, deep into the soft
sponginess of her rectum, and he could feel the huge bulge of his
buddy's cock, as it moved in and out of her vagina, through the thin
partition of flesh, while at the same time Tim's hairy, tightly drawn-
up scrotal sac swept across the back of his hand.

No sooner had he plunged his outstretched middle finger up into her
anus than she was convulsing in orgasm under the dual invasion of her
loins.

"OOOOO hhhhh aaaaa hhhhh! I'm mmmmm cummmmm iiiii nnnnnn ggggg! Oh,
God! Yes! AAAAA aaaaa uuuuu ggggg hhhhh!"

Above her, Tim grinned his pleasure at the sound of her scream of
ecstasy and continued to pound deeply into her clasping and unclasping
cuntal canal. Then, she sank down into the mattress and was still, her
thighs flopping wide and uncontrolled on either side of her. Her eyes
were closed, her face contorted with the intensity of her emotional
release.

"Hey, Tim, she came already!" Pete said excitedly; then noticing the
stillness of her body, he went on. "Do you think she's fainted on us?"

"No man, nothing like that. You ought to feel the way her cunt's
milking my cock! Wow! That's something else!" Inexorably, Tim continued
his plundering thrusts deep and hard up into her satiated vaginal
vault.

Julie heard them thinly through the blood pounding in her ears, and her
eyes fluttered open. She moaned, as she realized that Tim, poised above
her and still thrusting the enormous rod of his cock deep into her, had
not cum ... yet. It was to go on and on ... and on, endlessly.

"All right, Tim, time to change!" Pete grinned, ripping his finger from
her anus with a slight hiss.

"Hell! I haven't cum, yet!"

"Let her suck you off, buddy! I've waited long enough!"

... But it's just starting to get good, man!" Tim objected.

"Crawl off, Tim! I'm taking over, now!" Pete said, steel in his voice,
now. "You seem to forget our agreement."

With some reluctance, Tim pulled the hard pulsing length of his penis
from the liquid depths of her pussy. "O.K. have it your way!" he
grumbled ... "but I want to shift her around."

Momentarily, Julie felt abandoned as together the two men moved her
around in the big bed under Tim's direction. "There ... just like
that!"

It was a slightly uncomfortable position. They had placed her at the
foot of the bed, her shoulders on the edge of the mattress and her head
hanging down over the end. She was on her back, her legs still splayed;
no sooner was she in place to suit Tim than she felt Pete's hips wedge
themselves down between her trembling thighs and the full hardened
length of his cock replaced Tim's in her overheated cuntal channel.

And, there was no telling them apart. Pete's was just as long, it's
great girth stretching her just as cruelly, it's hard shaft punishing
her loins just as effectively. And he did take over where Tim left off,
going into her with bone-jarring power, his powerful thrusts bringing
her quickly up to that same plateau of imminent orgasm again.

She found out within moments why Tim had positioned her as he had, for
now he was kneeling on the piled up pillows, his rangy cock lurching
with his desire, as he held it in one hand and guided its bloated head
toward her lips. "Open your mouth, again, doll! You're going to suck me
off ... all the way this time!"

Looking at him upside down, Julie could only moan out her
understanding, her lips rounded automatically to accept the lust-filled
cock-head he offered her. Deep into her mouth she took it, tasting the
moist tang of her own cunt, and she began sucking greedily on the
massive rod that had been giving her so much pleasure ... that had
brought her to the second of her soul-searing releases just moments
before. God! ... And, I'm going to cum ... again, in just a little
while!

The three were attuned to each other now it seemed. Above her, Pete
Howard fucked deep into her demanding cunt, and the blonde girl in
turn, her thighs spread wide and pulled up hard against her chest,
fucked him back, her loins undulating up to him hungrily. Completing
the trio, the sandy-haired Tim knelt on the pillows at the foot of the
bed with his hard cock-flesh buried deep in Julie's desperately
sucking, upside down mouth, as her head hung back and down over the
edge of the mattress. Savagely, Tim's hips drove in and out of her oral
cavern his sandy-hair covered loins bruising her tender lips.

Luckily, for her, it was Tim who came first. He stiffened and held
himself rigid as he felt the fiery liquid race through the hardened
tube of his cock to explode in a cascade deep into her throat. Somehow,
she managed to swallow it, her throat working desperately.

"AAAAA aaaaa uuuuu ggggg hhhhh!" Tim groaned. "That's it baby! Keep on
sucking!"

She did. She sucked and swallowed greedily until every last drop of his
hot white semen had disappeared down her throat; finally, he sat back
on his heels and pulled the glistening rod of his satiated and now
deflating penis from between her wet lips with an appreciative grin.
"Wow! You're out of sight!"

Just as her mouth was clear, Julie wailed. "Put me back up on the bed!"

Pete stopped only long enough to rear back, walk backward on his knees,
grasp her by the hips and haul her bodily toward the middle of the bed;
then, he thrust back into her, his hands forcing her knees back until
they framed her now contorting face. Strands of her mussed blonde hair
strung out across her face, as her head swung from side to side in
helpless response to yet another earth-shaking orgasm.

"00000 oooo hhhhh I'm mmmmm cuuuu mmmmm uuu nnnn gg! aaaaa ggg hhhhhh
iiiii nnnnn Aaaaaa uuuuu ggg hhhhhh!"

She convulsed under him as great molten flows of lava enveloped her
body, her legs going limp, eyes sightless and her ears stopped, her
whole being concentrating only on the deliciously sensual sensations of
her orgasm.

... But still Pete pounded deep up into her, his speed faster, the
enormous length and girth of his cock rousing her once again and
bringing her to the heights of yet another and more profound release,
before he himself finally came to end it all. It was only after she had
again wailed out her ecstasy, that the black-haired man suddenly began
a jackhammering pace and then reared back and let out a deep agonized
groan. "Ohhhhh," he rasped. "God! AAAAARGGHHH ... I'm cummiinnnggg!"

And the helplessly pinioned girl could feel his cock stiffening even
more, and then it spewed out spurt after spurt of white-hot viscous cum
which jetted against the still quivering walls of her eagerly sucking
pussy.

Julie was left in a euphoric coma of sexual satisfaction, she had never
before been transported to such heights of sensual bliss and she almost
didn't want it to end, she felt that she could have gone on and on
traveling in the universe, stars bursting behind her closed eyes.
Never, in her wildest imagination could she have imagined such absolute
satisfaction, Pete and Tim had fulfilled her, had satiated her totally.
She knew that she wanted to see them both again and again ... she
wouldn't allow them to slip away from her ... not for a long, long
time!



Chapter 5


Julie was surprised to awaken the following morning to the smiling face
of Philip Randolph bending over her bed, she looked around hastily,
good, no tell-tale signs of Pete or Tim were visible.

"How did you get here Philip," she gasped, being fully aware that the
ferry didn't get in until the middle of the day.

"Oh easy Julie, with money you can do anything you want, I just hired a
fishing boat to bring us across the sound, simple. How are you my dear,
the sea-air seems to be agreeing with you I must say," he leered, his
lascivious eyes greedily lapping up Julie's firm white melon-like
breasts, fully visible from beneath the sheets.

"Fine, oh fine," Julie answered, pulling the sheet up over her
quivering breasts, not fully understanding why she didn't want him to
look at her, having been only too happy to be fucked by him just a few
days earlier. Could it be that the experience with Pete and Tim has
turned me off sex with Philip, she wondered.

Suddenly Julie heard a clanging sound out in the kitchen, "Who's that?"
she questioned Philip.

"Oh that, it's Sylvia, my secretary, she came with me to the house to
do some work. You don't mind do you my dear?"

"No ... not at all," Julie replied, a little hesitantly.

"Well ... I thought you'd probably be out sunning on the beach most of
the time and we wouldn't disturb you."

"Oh, it's fine," Julie replied, not fully understanding why she was
feeling so strange about another woman being in the house. I don't know
what it is, she mused to herself, but there's something different about
Philip, unless I'm mistaken, he's been making love to his secretary,
he's nervous about something that's for sure!

Julie hoped that she would get out onto the beach before Pete and Rick
stopped by the house, they had arranged to meet the following morning
and Julie didn't want Philip prying into her affairs. She hoped that if
Rick and Pete did come to the house, they'd be cool at least ... but
she needn't have worried, neither of the young men came to the house.

After a rather strained, silent breakfast, Julie announced that she was
going out onto the beach. "I'm taking some lunch with me, so don't
expect me back until early afternoon," she called to Philip and Sylvia
as she left the house. Julie was convinced by now that Philip and
Sylvia had been making love, it was so obvious from the sly glances
they gave each other. Obviously Philip's regretting he ever invited me
to his house, she fumed. Well ... I'll come back in a little while and
check up on what's going on ... unless I'm very much mistaken, I'm
going to catch them fucking.

Julie had been on the beach only about fifteen minutes when Pete and
Rick turned up, "Hello beautiful, you look sad," grinned Pete rubbing
her back affectionately, "what's wrong, doll?"

"Nothing really, except that Philip's here, you know the man that owns
the house and he has his secretary with him."

"Ummmmmm, is she as beautiful as you," Tim drooled.

"Lay off it Tim," Pete insisted. "Listen doll, if you want to go back
to the mainland today you could go with us, I've got some business to
attend to in town. Want to come with us?"

"Yes," said Julie immediately, not wanting to lose touch with either of
the men. "Look I've got to go back to the house now, why don't I meet
you at the dock at noon, there is a ferry then, isn't there?"

"Sure, it's settled then, you'll come back with us ... good, baby,
because believe me, Tim and I have definitely decided not to let you
slip away from us, you luscious sexy piece of womanhood," Pete growled,
cupping Julie's breast with his large hand and squeezing it sensually.

"Oh stop," giggled Julie, "save it for later."

"You are a minx, a sexy minx," Rick grinned lewdly.

"It's taken you two to bring it out believe me," Julie said seriously,
"I was beginning to think I'd sort of shriveled up and died sexually.
First Philip Randolph melted the ice and then you two practically blew
a volcano under me. No wonder I've been so miserable lately, it's
because my husband hasn't been making love to me."

"Well just you let me talk to your dumb husband, baby, and I'll set him
straight, one thing is true, give a woman a good fuck every day of her
life and she'll be your devoted slave."

"Oh you male egotist," grinned Julie. "It's true isn't it?"

"I'm ashamed to admit, it is," Julie sighed, "at least I feel
completely different since you two made such beautiful love to me ...
well, see you later."

Pete and Tan watched Julie scramble up over the dune and then disappear
in the direction of the house. "Now, there goes one hell of a woman,"
sighed Pete.

"Whew, you can say that again," grinned Tim.

"Now, there goes one hell of a woman," Pete smiled broadly.

"Oh shut up, you mad-man, I didn't mean it that way."

"Nonetheless, it's true. Say, what are we going to do about seeing her
in Manhattan?"

"Don't worry, leave everything to me, that little lady is certainly not
going to slip out of our grasp. I wonder if she'd go for a fully
fledged orgy. Maybe we have a stag party when we get back, say half a
dozen men and Julie ... how does that sound?

"Terrific," grinned Pete Howard, "really terrific!"

* * * *

Julie crept up by the side of the house and slipped in by the kitchen
door. She couldn't hear the sound of a typewriter, in fact at first she
couldn't hear a thing ... then slowly she began to hear soft sounds
coming from the bedroom.

Just as I thought, she fumed to herself, something is going on with
those two. She tiptoed to the bedroom, it was unmistakable, the sounds
coming from within and she felt her stomach knot up with anger, even
though she knew she had no right to be angry. She and Philip had no
agreements with each other, still, he had been her lover only days
before!

The bedroom door was slightly open and quietly Julie moved towards it
and peered around the edge of the door. A debauched, orgiastic scene
confronted her. Philip was there on the bed with Sylvia and they were
both entirely naked!

"Allright Sylvia baby, move your cute little ass," she heard Philip
growl.

He was on his back, kneeling over his torso, facing toward his feet was
Sylvia, her long chestnut hair hanging down over one shoulder and she
craned her neck to see the long hardened cock of the man beneath her
lancing straight up into her tiny vagina. Her breasts, Julie saw, were
small and firm, high on her chest and well-spaced and as she watched,
Philip's hands came around under her arms and clutched at them greedily
while at the same time, he guided her up and down on the huge rod of
his penis.

Completely spellbound, unable to tear herself away, Julie watched as
that marvelous cock -- the same one that had brought her so much
pleasure, disappeared upward into his secretary's cunt, except for a
tiny stretch of it visible above his tightly drawn up scrotal sac. At
that moment, Julie could have scratched the little bitch's eyes out ...
but what good would that do?

Then Julie noticed Sylvia's hand, slide back through the white curving
columns of her thighs, the fingers searching for and finding the short,
hardened bud of her clitoris. Eagerly, the finger rubbed caressingly,
and as she watched, Julie became aware of the moisture seeping down
into her own panties, the warmth being generated down there permeating
her whole belly. It was completely unwanted, and she toyed briefly with
the idea of throwing all pride aside, tearing off her own clothing and
joining them on the bed. But she couldn't do it ... she wanted to leave
and she wanted to stay. Her eyes widened as she watched thrust going
deeper, her own blood pumped faster and every fiber of her sex-
stimulated body strove for a second fulfilling orgasm.

Suddenly, she was aware of something else. Pete, kneeling there beside
her ... who up till then had been content to watch, saving himself ...
saving the best for last-she remembered him saying ... was caressing
her softly rounded ass-cheeks, his hands massaging the straining flesh.
The something else was like a rocket booster to her passion; his
fingers grazed lightly over the brownish puckered flesh of her anus.
Tentatively, the pad of his probing middle finger pushed at the
sensitive flesh. Her first reaction was a moaning request to stop, but
then when without warning his middle finger thrust into her rear
passage up to the first joint, she knew that it was something she
wanted-perverse as that desire might be.

"Y-yes! OOOooooooooooh, God ... yes!

Shove your finger up my ass, Pete! Shove it in all Philip's cock
plunging in and out of the girl's quivering vagina. "Philip, make me
cum," sobbed Sylvia, "oh baby, make me cum!"

"Uuuuuugggggghhhhhh!" groaned Philip, his lust-contorted face grinning
sadistically. "Make you cum again baby, like last night, you want to
cum like that again?"

Oh thought Julie, so it's true, they've been lovers before, no wonder
she was so uptight with me the first day I went into the gallery, and
the second time come to think of it. Oh God! I've got to get out of
here now, I can't wait until noon, I'll just pack my things up and wait
at the restaurant until the ferry comes. I never want to see Philip
Randolph again as long as I live!



Chapter 6


Julie, Pete and Tim took the noon ferry back to Long Island, picked up
Pete's car and on a whim decided that instead of hitting the island
early in the afternoon, they would drive out to Amagansett, visit a
friend, have a leisurely dinner, then hit town later in the evening.

It was almost 9:00PM when Pete's car swung into the West 11th Street,
they were all rather tired and Julie had intended to tell them both
that she was exhausted and would rather leave it to another day to
visit. She knew that both of them wanted to fuck her, it was obvious
from their lewd remarks, although most of them were made in jest, Julie
knew they were both horny. She was a little horny too, but most of all
she was exhausted. She was still suffering from hurt pride, it had
upset her more than she thought it would seeing Philip Randolph fucking
his secretary. She knew it was unreasonable of her, after all she
hardly knew Philip and she herself had been fucked by both Pete and Tim
... still, she didn't care if it was unreasonable, she was hurt,
nonetheless!

She was about to say goodnight to the two men when she noticed that
almost all the lights were on in the studio, one of the windows was
open and loud, blaring rock and roll music could be heard blasting
through it. Randy must be home, she thought to herself, damn! I'm just
not ready for a scene.

"Pete and Tim, it seems my husband is home and is having some kind of a
party up there, would you mind coming upstairs with me, I don't want a
scene. Somehow I'd feel a lot safer if you two were with me."

"Sure, we don't mind," the two young men echoed. "Besides we're always
in the mood for the party."

As soon as Julie opened the door to her studio she was appalled, there
were bodies everywhere. Her artwork had all been pushed into one comer
and there were people fucking everywhere. She stood at the doorway for
a moment, before Randy, her husband saw her.

"Well surprise, surprise ... listen everyone, I'd like you to meet my
wife, the famous artist Julie Moore."

One or two heads turned to look at her but then continued to fuck once
again.

"How dare you do this in my studio," hissed Julie.

"Oh come on baby, don't be such an old stick-in-the mud, didn't you
know, orgies are the latest thing. Who are these side-kicks anyway?"

Before Julie could answer, Pete had introduced himself and Tim, "Listen
buddy," she heard him say, "this is our kind of a party, if you know
what I mean. Mind if we stay?"

"Not at all, the more the merrier," grinned Randy lewdly. "How about a
drink for everyone?"

"Sure ... scotch and soda."

Both Pete and Tim took Julie firmly by the arm now and led her to the
couch. After Julie had sat down she realized that a couple were on the
mat in front of her, the girl was almost naked and she saw the black-
haired man with her plunging his hand into her panties and thrusting
his fingers up into her warmly palpitating vagina. Julie felt totally
grossed out and looked away but it was no use, everywhere she looked
she saw copulating couples.

Suddenly she realized that Tim was fumbling with the buttons of her
blouse, she glanced down at his crotch and saw that he already had a
huge bulge pounding against the tightness of his jeans. She knew now
that she couldn't escape this nightmare ... somehow or other she, had
walked into the lion's den, it was almost as if Pete and Tim were in
cohorts with Randy and yet she knew that that was impossible, it was
just that they were of a like mind. Seeing what was going on, obviously
the two of them had decided to join in. It wasn't that she didn't want
either of them, she just didn't want them in public. Then she saw her
husband Randy moving towards them with a tray of drinks.

Julie could hardly believe that Randy had had the nerve to come back to
the studio in the first place, she knew that she should have been very
angry with him but somehow she couldn't ... she couldn't remember now
what they had quarreled about in the first place, something about his
having other women, oh yes, that was it. Well now, I'm no better than
he is, she thought sadly to herself, I've had three men in the past
week and thoroughly enjoyed myself and yet I can't deny that Randy can
still twist my heartstrings ... oh God! she groaned inwardly, what's it
all about anyway, this loving?

Randy motioned Pete out of the seat next to Julie and sat down next to
her. He handed her her drink and then whispered into her ear, "Hope
you're ready baby, but we've got a skin flick coming up. Get the lights
Frank," he called to a tall greasy looking youth in the
corner of the room.

"A skin flick, in my studio," gasped Julie.

"Shut up and watch," growled Randy, "and drink up, there's lots more."

Mutely Julie obeyed, wondering why she had never seen this side of
Randy's character before. She glanced up at the screen and saw a girl,
totally naked, her legs spread-eagled towards the camera, stroking her
clitoris gently with one hand and caressing her breast with the other.
She was disgusted, she couldn't imagine any decent, respectable woman
doing that to herself! Despite herself however, Julie was becoming
aroused by the lewd display before her widened eyes. She felt Randy now
fumbling with the rest of her blouse buttons and she vaguely thought
about resisting him but something perverse inside of her told her to be
still.

"You are going to get it good from me tonight baby. I've been thinking
about this since you left, so I had other women but it didn't mean that
I didn't want you a lot of the time ... hell what could I do, you with
a fucking paint brush always in your hand. Oh Randy, my work, my work,
shit, that's all I heard for months. Well, baby, a man gets sick and
tired of that bullshit." She felt his hungry hands unhooking her
brassiere now, his hot greedy hands clutching and pummeling at her
breasts.

Desperately Julie cast her eyes around the room, she couldn't believe
that Randy was fondling her this way in front of everyone. Yet, no-one
seemed to notice, they were all too busily engaged in their own sexual
pursuits. Most of the girls were completely naked now, she could see
lots of erect penises and one girl even had her mouth plunged over the
man of her choice. Julie was repulsed and pulled her eyes away. She
looked into Randy's face now and read raw-desire. She looked at Tim and
his face was contorted with the same kind of Just. Oh no ... she
thought not a gangbang, not me!

Randy and Tim pulled her to her feet now, her skirt was pulled off,
Randy hooked his fingers into the waistband of her sheer panties and
pulled them down over her hips.

"Man, thanks for letting us join in," grinned Tim.

"Don't mention it buddy, I told you the more the merrier!" grinned
Randy lewdly.

Julie was beside herself now and tried to cover her body with her hands
but to no avail. "Randy please, why are you doing this?" she pleaded.

"To teach you a lesson baby. If you had given me a little more time
instead of your fucking canvases, we wouldn't have drifted so far
apart. A man wants his woman at home, ready and willing to fuck
whenever he wants it!"

The lights were suddenly turned up in the room and the movie was over
so that Julie could be seen clearly crouching on the floor. She looked
up to see that Pete was already stripped to his shorts. Then she looked
back to her husband as he lowered his shorts to expose the massively
solid length of his cock. "Okay baby, you can suck me off for a start,"
he growled. "You've never done it for me baby and I want it."

Julie thought she would die, yet she knew that she was trapped. Her
husband's blood-bloated cock wavered in front of her face, she felt her
body begin to quiver in spite of herself. Oh God! no, she thought to
herself, can it be that I actually want this kind of humiliation? Am I
trying to punish myself for some reason?

"Randy can't we do this alone," she sobbed.

"No ...!" screamed Randy, "I want you to do it in front of everyone."

"Oh God! thought Julie to herself. He's sick, he must be deranged!

"I said NOW Julie, start sucking my cock!" He grasped the hardened
shaft of his penis and pressed it against Julie's lips. "Start sucking,
now!"

At that moment Julie felt Tim and Pete's hands begin to caress and
fondle her body, cupping her breasts and tweaking her nipples, sliding
down her flanks and over the round smoothness of her buttocks. Then she
felt Pete's hand creep down over the flat plane of her belly and down
to the lighting curling blonde hair of her pussy. Then, his
outstretched middle finger was going down into the rapidly heating
furrow of her cunt. His finger made lewdly stimulating contact with the
hardening bud of her clitoris, and unwanted sparks of passion began to
kindle in her ... and, always there was the softly caressing hands of
Tim upon her breasts.

Julie mewled moaningly, the sound coming from deep in her chest as the
fire in her loins spread, making her feel as though her whole body were
engulfed in flames of desire, as below, Pete stimulated her pussy, his
fingers sliding into her moistly heated vaginal opening. In her mouth
she could feel her husband's thick cock lurch expandingly against her
sucking lips.

"Allright baby, that's enough!" she heard Randy mutter. "Get down on
all fours now!"

Abjectly, she obeyed. Pete's fingers came out of her cuntal orifice, as
she moved into the new obscene position. Her husband was kneeling
behind her now, his hands reaching down to spread the white globes of
her smoothly rounded buttocks wide apart. She was sure that he was only
going to enter her from the rear, fuck her dog fashion. They had done
that many times.

"Now," she heard him grunt, "I'm going to do something I've always
wanted to do ... and you'd never let me!"

"Wh-what ...?" she twisted her head to look around at him, saw the lewd
smile on his face as he gazed raptly at her exposed anal opening.

"You're going to get fucked in the ass!"

"N-no! Oh God, noooooo!"

She jerked forward away from him, trying desperately to rise to her
feet.

"Hold her, damn it," Randy commanded to Tim and Pete.

They grabbed her and forced her to kneel quietly on hands and knees
while her husband came in behind her again, his now cruel hands
grasping at her ass-cheeks and spreading them wide.

She shivered with chilling fear as she felt the hot bloated head of her
husband's penis slide into the crevice of her ass to press against the
undefended and vulnerable opening of her anus. There was some
excruciating pressure against the virginal orifice. It hurt. It hurt
like hell! She moaned again like a trapped animal. "Nooooooo!"

Behind her, Randy shoved hard, and sweat popped out on his brow. It
hurt him, too, but he was determined. He was going to fuck his smart-
ass wife right in the ass. He was going to have this victory over her
... for once in their life he was going to take the limelight!

"Ooooooooooh, God, Randy, you're splitting me apart," she groaned
through tear-dimmed eyes.

"First time always hurts baby, after that I'll be able to fuck you in
the ass at the drop of a hat!"

Randy flexed his legs powerfully, and the mushroom shaped tip of his
brutalizing cock slipped part way into the dry, stoutly resisting hole
of her anus. "Aaaaaaaiiiiigh!"

Suddenly, his stiffened rod popped through the sphincter muscles, and
the whole of his cock-head disappeared inside her rectum, stretching it
with agonizing pain that made her want to retch.

Her mouth opened in a tormented scream as the almost unbearable agony
of it permeated her loins. Just at that moment a man she didn't even
know guided the lust-swollen head of his cock into her wide-open mouth.
Her scream was muffled in her throat, and when she closed her jaws it
was around the surprising presence of hardened man-flesh. Her first
reaction was one of revulsion. She wanted to bite it off. Her teeth did
nip at it, but the man held her head between his hands and groused at
her. "Careful, baby-doll! Just suck at Jim's cock nice and easy!"
Carefully, she covered her teeth with her lips and tentatively ran her
tongue around the glans of his bloated penis, tasting its tangy flavor
in spite of her pain.

She froze then, afraid to move, as behind her, her husband shoved
harder, and at least another two inches of his cock slid up into the
spongy flesh of her anal opening. At the same time, one of the men
kneeling beside her -- was it Tim? -- slid his hand up the curvaceous
softness of her inner thighs, his hands massaging at her rapidly
stimulating pussy. Then, only moments later, she felt his finger on the
short, hard and sensitive bud of her sexual being, caressing up and
down the miniature phallus. Surprisingly the fiery glow in her loins
had not been killed by the agonizing pain in her backside; on the
contrary, everything was heightened. Sex thrills sped along her nerve
endings ... even in tortured tissues of her rectum. God! How she longed
to have the thick hardness of just one of those cocks surrounding her
pounding up into the hot depths of her cunt. Then another hand slid its
way over the soft cringing moons of a buttock, it was Pete, she was
pretty sure of that. His extended middle finger toyed there at the now
hungrily opening entrance to her vagina before going into her vaginal
orifice to revolve around and around in great circles just inside the
coral mouth. Then there were two fingers and finally three that sawed
in and out of her pussy like a thick, substitute cock.

Then, automatically her loins were moving against the inciting fingers
inside her cuntal passage, but every move only served to bury her
husband's punishing cudgel all the deeper up into her resisting rear
passage. All of a sudden with a loud smack, Randy had thrust with all
his might to bury the whole turgid length of his cock up inside her
warm, soft and completely defenseless rectum. He remained motionless as
he expanded it deep inside her. it still hurt ... but now there was
something else happening to her. Her anal muscles were relaxing,
accommodating the unnatural presence, and the pain was being replaced
with an unbelievably intense desire, a desire for all to go on and on.

Behind her, gloating in his carnal victory over her, Randy mumbled,
"Now Julie, you're going to get what's coming to you!" Lewdly, he began
to saw in and out of her, his cock boring deep up into the smooth
sponginess of her now fully relaxed rectum.

Randy's fingers dug into her hips as he pulled her back and forth, his
hard, expanding cock going in and out of her like a powerful piston.
Already, she felt raw and tender back there, however, it seemed to be
bearable only because of Pete's fingers fucking in and out of her
inflamed pussy. God! why doesn't he use his cock? She had to have it
... had to have Pete's long, rock-hard penis in her cunt, fucking her
the right way. And obviously, Randy didn't seem to mind either Pete or
Tim, in fact they were behaving like the oldest of friends.

Desperately, she twisted her head aside and cleared her mouth of Jim's
thick rod of flesh. Mewingly, she gasped, "Oh God ... fuck me! Fuck me
the right way! In my cunt ... t-too."

"No, baby! You're going to get it like this, first!" Randy grunted.

"Hey man, you heard her. She wants a cock in her cunt, too!" It was
Tim's voice.

"Back off Tim, this is my show," Randy growled.

"Not anymore, buddy," Pete sneered, withdrawing his hand now from his
titillation of her clitoris.

"Turn her over. I'm going to fuck her in the cunt!" Pete's voice was
flinty.

"Like hell you will!"

"We will ... even if we have to pull you off your own wife!"

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, wouldn't we? Just try us!"

Suddenly alarmed, Randy realized that he didn't really know the two men
he was fighting with, perhaps they were tougher than he was, besides
there were two of them. Maybe he'd better go a little easier.

"A-all right, you win ..." Randy said, "She'll get it double."

"Triple!" Jim added.

"That's right. Triple!" It was Tim speaking. "Only, I'm the third one!
Move your ass out of there!"

For the first time Julie realized what was going to happen to her. She
had wanted a cock in her cunt but she hadn't anticipated this! They
going to f-fuck me in every one of my openings ... at the same time!

Her husband wrapped his arms around her torso and rolled heavily to his
side, taking her with him; then as he went on over to his back, hands
grasped her and straightened her out on top of him, her smooth hollowed
back pressing down against his belly and chest, her legs splayed out
obscenely on the outside of his own while his huge, pulsing cock still
lay deeply imbedded far up in the heated confines of her anus. She was
hopelessly skewered and completely helpless to resist as Pete crawled
between her widespread thighs and grinned down into her face, lewd
desire for her in his eyes. His legs spread hers even farther apart,
and as she looked down through the deep valley between her soft mounded
breasts, she saw that he was, indeed, aiming his hard, pulse-throbbing
cock at the moist, pressure-stretched mouth of her open cunt.

"Ooooooh! M-myyyyy Godddd!" Julie groaned as she felt the enormous
shaft of his cock go deeply into her in a rush, thrusting until his
sperm-bloated testicles slapped up hard against the cruelly stretched
cheeks of her buttocks where her husband's thick rod was buried equally
as deeply in the dark channel of her backside. She winced now, not so
much with the pain, which was subsiding but with a deep sense of
humiliation, sandwiched as she was between two virile men who skewered
her without mercy in both of the openings of her loins. It wasn't what
she wanted ... what she had asked for!

Now, both heated cocks were pounding into her, Pete from above,
slamming down into her cunt and Randy stretched out beneath her, boring
deep up into her rectum. She could feel them each plainly as they
filled her to capacity with fiery man-flesh.

Momentarily, she had forgotten about Tim, but now he was there at her
side, curled around hers and Randy's heads on his side, and he was
turning her head where it rested in the hollow of her husband's
shoulder.

"Here you are Julie," Tim grunted. "This'll make it three at once!"

Julie resisted for a moment, trying to turn her face away from him, but
his fingers entwined in her hair to pull her head back into the
position he wanted while his other hand probed at her lips to force her
mouth open. The smooth rubbery tip, all shiny red and pulsing with his
lewd desire, teased against her lips. Resigned now to the inevitable,
she rounded her lips and allowed him to slide the massively turgid
length of his cock into the moist warm saliva of her mouth. It went
into her oral cavern the full length, filling her cheeks completely
with its fleshy hardness. She gasped for breath as its tip probed deep
into her throat.

Tim held her face firmly in place by his tight grip on her hair and
began to fuck brutally into her mouth, choking her and bruising her
lips as the full length of him dove in and out between her tightening
lips. She struggled to breathe and found that she could barely get a
gasping breath only on the outstrokes. Dimly, she was aware of faces
around her, faces showing salacious desire, their eyes watching the
lewd use to which she was being put. There were mumbled remarks and
observations, most of them involving what he, or she would do when his
or her turn came. Julie realized with horror that almost everyone had
stopped their own fucking sessions to witness hers!

She moaned around Tim's hard-driving cock with the realization that she
was being used like some cheap, street-walking whore ... that she was
being humiliated, debased and debauched, and it seemed as if it had
been going on for eons of time already. However, the very thought of
three men -- one of them her husband, Randy, fucking her so brutally at
each of her bodily openings began to excite her even more lewdly. There
was a strange hunger in her. It surged through her body and mind, an
incongruous delight with what was happening to her.

Again, she groaned, her lips tightening hungrily around Tim's throbbing
cock fucking deep into her mouth and throat, her cheeks hollowing as
she sucked at it with salacious delight, her tongue swirling around and
around it, touching the rigid shaft with increased pleasure and lapping
voraciously at the pulsing head while below, her loins worked on oiled
bearings, her buttocks moving up and down against her husband's cock
pounding up into her nakedly defenseless anus. From above, she absorbed
Pete Howard's deeply gouging penis into the fire-scorched channel of
her pussy. All she wanted then was more, more and more of it!

Nothing else mattered. Her mind was a blank to everything but those
marvelously long, thick and hard cocks fucking her, and she was
enveloped in a wild ecstasy she had never before known. Crazily, she
moved with them, wanting it to go on and on, yet wanting it to end of
the most wonderful orgasm of her life. Th-three cocks ... all at one
time ... and they're going to c-cum in me! Oh dear God! Oooooh!

Yes! That's what she wanted. She wanted Tim's cum to jet into her mouth
... dribble down her throat in never-ending streams. She could almost
taste the cum already ... and below, Pete's cock would explode in her
cunt, flooding her, filling her with white-hot semen while beneath her,
her husband's obscene fucking of her anus would result in his hosing
hot streams of cum deep up into her rectum. Idly, she wondered just how
that would feel. Instinctively, she knew that it would be soon.

Already, she could feel Tim's cock bloating in her mouth, and she
sucked and tongued at it with wild, ecstatic abandon. Oh, cum ... cum
... cum Tim!

He did. His cock burst like a hose under too much pressure, shooting
hot streams of creamy white semen deep into her throat. Her cheeks
bloated, and she swallowed desperately to keep from gagging as
continuing jets of his cum spewed endlessly into her mouth. She heard
Tim's moaning gasp of pleasure, and she gulped and swallowed
voraciously, not wanting to waste even a drop of his precious life-
liquid. Even as she swallowed though, several tiny droplets of his
white viscous cum dribbled from the corner of her mouth.

Julie felt an acute disappointment when Tim rolled away from her,
releasing his grip on her hair as his deflating cock pulled limply,
moistly from between her still sucking lips. Thin sticky filaments of
his warm, white semen stretched and finally broke as they trailed from
her lips to the head of his rapidly shrinking penis. Avidly she watched
it; then just beyond Tim's collapsed form she saw Jim and the girl with
whom he had been sprawling on the mattress earlier. She was on her
knees, facing Julie, her face a picture of lust, as kneeling behind
her, Jim also watching, was thrusting his cock deep into her tight
little pussy, fucking her animal-like. His face too was reflecting the
fact that he was going to cum almost any moment

Jim caught her gaze. He blurted. "Christ! I couldn't wait any longer!"
His hair covered loins slap-slapped up against the girl's raised
obscenely rotating buttocks.

Sandwiched between Pete and her husband, Julie was crazed now with a
feral wildness she never suspected in herself as she fucked back at the
two cocks jackhammering into her ever faster and faster.

"Fuck me ... hard!" she gasped. "Fuuucccckkk meeeee! Split me in two!
Oh God! Keep it up ... just like this. Forever ... and ever!"

She was in an uncontrolled frenzy now. Nothing else meant anything
except the lustful rapture of it all, and she knew that within moments
it would all explode inside her.

"Come on! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Cum! Cum!" she chanted,
the moist slippery wails of her contracting cunt and rectum both
squeezing and contracting rhythmically like the sucking mouths of babes
around the twin battering rams ravishing her loins.

Then Pete slaving above her began to mouth obscenities, his cock
slamming up into her with bone-crushing power, and she knew that he was
cumming.

"Aaaaaauuuugggghhh! Christ! I'm going to fill your hot little cunt with
cum, baby! Oh baby! That's it! UUUUUggghhh!"

... And suddenly, Julie convulsed between them, her body writhing
uncontrollably as her own orgasm culminated in her, all of her senses
deadened to all but the wonderfully ecstatic sensations that surged
through her body, and she felt the expanding shaft of Pete's cock as it
began to spurt his hot white semen deep up into the clasping channel of
her cunt. Then he stiffened over her, his cock jerking in the moistness
of her pussy as it flooded his semen into her. She felt every
delightful lurch and was aware of her own involuntary milking muscles.

As from a great distance, she heard her own bansee waiI of completion.
Aaaaaauuuuuggghhh! I'm cummmmminnnnng!"

Beneath her, Randy was only seconds behind them. Now, his massive rod
was exploding deep in the forever-stretched passage of her anus. Gushes
of his semen flooded hotly up into her belly. Then all three were
quiet, relaxed, collapsed in on each other, and there was no sound in
the room except the tortured breathing of three sets of lungs. Silently
and with a certain sense of awe at what they had just witnessed, the
circle of lust-incited men and women moved in on her as Pete heaved
himself from on top of her and rolled away completely satiated.

They lifted her from on top of her husband, Randy, and before she knew
what was happening, two strange men had stretched out on either side of
her, their hands caressing her, cupping up the velvety smooth mounds of
her soft breasts and tweaking the still hard nipples with their thumbs
and forefingers.

Someone trailed caressing hands down over her belly. Groggily, Julie
looked down to see that it was one of the girls, her breasts hanging
down like full ripe pears from her chest, as she crawled on all fours
up between Julie's white curving thighs, her eyes locked on the blonde
hair-covered pussy that only moments before was filled with the
enormous mass of Pete's penis.

The red-head pried Julie's thighs apart gently, "Mmmmmmmmnn! That's
nice!" she mewled deep in her throat. "Now I'm going to lick you all
hot again."

Julie didn't object, didn't resist as her thighs were splayed wide and
the hot, electric contact of the girl's tongue sent new sensations
thrilling through her.

"Oooooooh, yes! Oh God, yes! Do it! Lick my cunt! God!" she moaned. "I
want everything! Everything!"

She got it.

Julie actually lost count, there was no way that she could keep count.
She was stimulated and fucked, and fucked again by every young virile
man there as well as having engaged in several lesbian acts, licking
and being licked. It went on and on until Julie had no idea of time or
space ... all there were in her universe were cocks and cunts and cocks
and cunts.

She felt strangely alive and different now, it was almost as if she
were filled with superhuman strength, she felt that she could go on and
on forever, that she would never tire, her pussy seemed to have an
endless source of delight locked away in it, no sooner had one man
finished stimulating her than another would come and it would begin all
over again.

And then she was suddenly back again at the beginning, everyone seemed
to have faded away and the familiar faces of her husband Randy, and her
lovers Pete and Tan loomed before her satiated eyes.

"Ready for us again, baby," Randy grinned. "Pete, Tim and I have been
talking and we've decided that we make it good together, how about
another roll?"

Julie looked proudly at her husband, now she had no anger in her heart
for him she realized that she had been so involved in her own artistic
career that she had sadly neglected him. She didn't blame him at all
any longer for the orgy, she was happy she felt that she had learned a
truly meaningful lesson. From now on she would always share and always
be available for her husband, no matter what he wanted to do with her.
She was his, his entirely and she was Pete's too as well as Tim's
woman. Obviously Randy didn't care, he probably would be introducing
her soon to his other girlfriends, why couldn't they share that way, it
would make them closer as a couple and they could only grow from their
loving, She felt freed, liberated from her old ideas of sexual
morality, it hadn't made either she or Randy very happy and she
suspected it hadn't made many of the other people in the room happy
either. It was all too confining, this business of one and one together
for ever, without any other energy along the way ... it was too easy
for love to become stale that way, much too easy. She would never let
that happen to she and Randy again, she would always make sure that he
got what he wanted ... always!

"Yes," she grinned lewdly at her three favourite sexual partners, "I'm
ready, I'm really good and ready!"


The End

davesmistress
04-06-2008, 06:12 PM
thanks