Stealing Sister's Husband
(M+/Ff, teen, inc, size)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.com

"Man, I can see everything she's got!" Jim stared across his desk at the Granger State Bank. The discreet sign on his desk read "James O. Carroll, Vice President." From where he was sitting he could see directly up between little Ginnie Reordon's creamy white thighs. She was a small girl, but built with an almost diabolical precision that insured a second look from any red-blooded male in her vicinity. Jim found it hard to believe that the girl was only 17, she seemed so mature for her years... not only physically but mentally. He had heard that Ginnie cultivated people older than she, completely ignoring most of her classmates at Granger High.

The young girl shifted languidly on the chair across from Jim Carroll's desk. Her long legs separated just the slightest bit again, and Jim felt tiny beads of sweat break out on his forehead as the tight "vee" of her tight little rose-colored panties came into view. His eyes and mind riveted to the spot, that tender portion of the young girl's being that she seemed to be offering to him with such nonchalance. He could almost swear that a few reddish tendrils of hair were visible, peeking from the elasticized sides of Ginnie's panties, but Jim couldn't tell if it was just his imagination or not. He cleared his throat and lifted his eyes up to the pert, innocent looking face, with its sprinkling of light freckles across Ginnie's upturned nose. He used his best business tone, and his eyes did their best not to waver in the slightest from the young girl's frank, almost impertinent, gaze.

"Now, Ginnie... what is it that you want to discuss about your account this time?"

"Well, they told me again that I'd have to see an officer about this... you see I have this big check coming in... for $25, and I'm not getting the money from my father until tomorrow because his paycheck came late this week... and, you see, I was practically sure that I could deposit it in time..."

Jim's eyes swept over the tightly pulled wool sweater that hugged Ginnie's full, soft breasts, showing the round coin-shaped swellings of her nipples in disturbing detail. He wondered how those two babies would feel in his hands.

"This is the third time this month that you've done something like this, Ginnie... I can't continue to make special rules for you... after all..." Jim heard his own voice droning on and on, but he really wasn't thinking about what he was saying, his mind seemed fogged with a dull kind of longing, and once more he cast a glance between those lithe and lovely legs that Ginnie Reordon parted further still while he was speaking.

"But it's for my little brother's birthday present... I mean, that's what the check was for... and if it bounces, I'm afraid that..."

"Well, Ginnie... that's unfortunate, but if the check comes in I'm afraid we'll have to return it. We've already paid on two other checks of yours, and the bank can't continue..."

"You said that already, Mr. Carroll," Ginnie said, sweetly smiling up at him. She rose and moved closer to his desk.

Jim made an imperceptible move backward in his rolling chair. Christ, what was she going to do now? He looked frantically toward the door of his office and was glad to see it was closed. It wouldn't do to have any of the employees seeing this young girl getting so familiar.

Ginnie's flowery perfume drifted across the desk to him, and Jim realized that she was moving around toward him just a few seconds too late. Or had he really wanted to stop her? he was to wonder many months later. Already the girl's neatly manicured fingernails were touching lightly at his face, her soft, pink lips approaching his face for a pouty kiss, her auburn hair falling across his eyes, as her tiny pointed tongue emerged from between her wetly parted lips.

Jim thought of his wife, Kay... Kay at home... what was she doing now... vacuuming the house? getting ready to make his dinner for that night? He visualized his wife... her back turned to him as she stirred something at the stove. There was no neglect there... she certainly took good care of his stomach... but as for the rest... Already his big, semi-hardened penis was stirring ominously between his legs like some enormous sleeping monster, being awakened by a beautiful princess ... but the princess wasn't his wife Kay... It was little Ginnie Reordon! He could feel the blood racing through his veins, rushing down to his meaty member, filling it to hardness, making it jump alert as Ginnie's tongue swept wetly across his own startled mouth. Was he really going to let her do this... was he going to stop it or not?

The young girl's softness was enveloping him, and beneath that softness there was a determination that Jim didn't have the strength or will to combat. The electricity of her lips and tongue, swirling moistly in his mouth sent chills up and down his spine. Awkwardly at first-for he was tilted backward in his chair, and she was pressing-her lips down upon his-he thrust his tongue back at her, slipping it into the hot cavern of her mouth as he quickly grasped her head from the back with one hand. He ground his lips harshly against hers, regulating the pressure with his hand on her head, and felt a thrill of satisfaction as Ginnie gasped for breath and tried to control the kiss herself. But Jim made sure that this was impossible. This was what she'd wanted... and now this was what she was going to get. There was only so much a man could take! With his knee he pressed a button beneath his desk which locked the door to his office. Perhaps he could have at least 5 minutes with her without being disturbed by some bank business or other. He had a mortgage closing at 2:30p, but it was only 2p now... plenty of time.

Jim's hands closed around Ginnie's small waist, he pulled her between his legs and crushed her willing little body down toward him without breaking the force of the kiss. He marveled at the idea of what he was doing... it was the first time really in the two years he'd been married to Kay... The thought of his wife sent a small pang of guilt through him as he reveled in the luxurious feel of Ginnie's gently rounded breasts pressing against his chest. God she felt good! And her mouth tasted ripe and sweet as raspberries! His head whirled as he felt her slipping down to her knees between his legs, her upper thighs and then her soft little belly passing over the big, rock-hard mass of his penis where it throbbed in heightened anticipation of what might happen next.

"Damn it to hell!" he thought, "It's Kay's own fault anyway... a man has to have some sex... a man can't go on forever..." But his thoughts drifted away as he was caught up in the hasty excitement of the moment. Behind his desk, Jim bent toward Ginnie, his lips leaving her mouth to trail wetly to her neck. He heard her giggling like a teenager, like the teenager she was, and the sound of it was oddly exciting to him. His hands rose slowly from her waist, taking in the area of her rib cage. She was breathing hard, and squirming within the circle of his hands and arms. He could almost taste those bird-like breasts before he touched them, and he discovered that his saliva had accumulated in his mouth as he slid his thumbs upward, pressing them against the thick protruding nipples, feeling them push inward, and spring to hardness beneath his touch.

"Hoooo... oooooh!" Ginnie closed her eyes and let her head loll backward as Jim began to manipulate the softly jiggling mounds of her willingly offered breasts. Her eyes were mere slits of passion as she moved her chest back and forth in lewd encouragement as Jim's hands roved hungrily over the voluptuous swellings of her breasts. His hands slid down once more and, hurriedly, he slipped them under the material of Ginnie's sweater... the creamy masses of naked flesh fell into his hands beneath her clothing, warm and smooth and tender. He clasped them excitedly in his two hands, kneading the twin buttons of her nipples together and bringing low moans of delight to the teenager's lips. His own face was a mask of longing as he was enjoying the sensation coursing through him, enjoying the sensuous feel of her naked young flesh. His lips tense and drawn, he said to her, "Tell me what you want; what do you want, Ginnie?"

"I... Ooooh... Mr. Carroll...!" Ginnie writhed slowly between Jim's scissoring legs, swaying back and forth on her knees as Jim applied steady pressure to her breasts that made her feel tingly all over with excitement.

"I... I... want to be friends!"

"Friends!" Jim spat out, outraged at the word in the young girl's mouth. His mind snapped back to the night that he'd listened to the word on his wife's lips... their wedding night... practically the last time he'd touched her... really touched her! Since then, their lovemaking had been confined to occasional quick hops atop her... when she would allow that!

He thought back... back to his wedding night...

"I... I want you to treat me like... like a friend, Jim... not like some... some cheap little whore that you picked up!" Kay Carroll lay naked and trembling beneath the sheet of their marital bed. Tears streamed down her face, and Jim shook with anger as he listened to her and watched her solemn face. It was certainly a far cry from what he had expected his wedding night to be! Perhaps he had been a little rough... but Christ, she'd been lying there in the flimsy negligee and he'd come into the room from the bathroom and seen the naked hair-lined split between her legs right through the transparent material. He had to do something fast before the heavenly vision of her disappeared. So ... he hadn't waited or led up to it with a lot of foreplay like all those sex magazine and articles were always talking about... Christ! He'd been waiting for her for so long that he just couldn't take the strain of seeing her almost too perfect body lying there just waiting for him to make love to it! The idea that she was legally his and that he had every right to touch her after all those frustrating months of dating had driven him out of his mind, and he had been certain that she, too, would respond in kind once the proverbial knot was tied. Little had he dreamed it would turn out to be such a disappointment... for both of them, for Jim knew that his wife was still bitter about that first night! And it had, in fact, ruined their entire sex life to this very moment! zzz His moment when he was pawing the delicious breasts of the little number in front of him... and he'd do a helluva more than that too, before he was through with Ginnie Reordon!

"I... I... mean... I really dig you Mr. Carroll... I have ever since you came over to the house that day to borrow my daddy's snow- plow that time we had the big storm last winter!"

Kay, too, had really liked him from the first time she'd laid eyes on him, or so she'd told him, and it had been mutual. He'd known right away that Kay was the kind of girl he could marry. Then, she'd been just slightly older than little Ginnie, and he'd just gotten to go ahead at the bank, knowing that he could go far there and make a real career for himself in the small town. It had been perfect, until their wedding night. He could still remember seeing her lying there on the bed from his position in the doorway. He had only seen her before in a bathing suit... a bikini at that, but nothing compared to the beautiful clarity of her nakedness beneath the thin material of her gown...

"You... you're hurting me... Mr. Carroll... my breasts!" But Ginnie seemed to be liking it anyway, and Jim suddenly lifted the young girl up from her kneeling position, then returned his hands to her breasts and pressed his face between the warm curvaceous globes of creamy flesh.

His tongue snaked out, and he began to lick the fat, little protrusions of Ginnie's nipples, and then he sucked the dark, rosy warm flesh into his mouth, alternating between the two large buds and creating loud, wet noises that exploded throughout his sedately decorated bank office. Her small trembling body ground against his, and he closed his legs to squeeze her closer to his impatiently pulsating cock...

It had been a little like that with Kay when he first saw her tiny rising nipples and the soft triangle of her blonde pubic hair nestling so snugly down between her white thighs. And no one had ever touched her before! He could remember her Mona Lisa-like smile... that seemed to taunt him and urge him on... an open invitation. "Come and get me ... I'm yours!" she'd seemed to be saying, and he had lunged forward, just reached out for her, with a low moan that escaped his throat in spite of himself. Without even taking off his pajamas he'd ripped away her expensive bridal negligee and had almost gone mad with the sight of her nakedly trembling beneath it. Greedily he had run his hands over her lush contours, feeling her resistance, but unable to stop himself as he kneaded the soft, ripe succulence of her breasts almost as cruelly as he now bit and sucked at little Ginnie Reordon's. He'd heard her crying out, calling his name over and over again, horror in her voice as he handled her roughly, ignoring her pleas. Before he took her he wanted to do just one thing-pay homage to her pussy by kissing it- and Kay had seemed to sense what he was after, pulling at his hair and holding his head up each time he tried to move it down along the squirming surface of her virginal belly.

"Oh... I can't stand it any more. Mr. Carroll... Let me feel your cock!"

The lewd words in Ginnie Reordon's mouth brought Jim rudely back to the present, and to his delight, he felt her quick, deft fingers working at his fly, pulling the zipper down and releasing the hardness of his massive beet-red prick. Ginnie's fingers closed around the blood-filled rod of flesh, and Jim gasped with pleasure as the young girl expertly pulled down on the thickness of the foreskin, releasing the sensitive surface of his cock-head to the cool air of the bank. "That's it!" he cried, "That's it!" He suddenly knew what he would do with this little creature who had tormented him so many times by coming to his office with all kinds of stories. His face flushed as he felt her manipulating his cock as though she did it every day. This girl had experience, he told himself, and he was going to get the benefit of some of it!

Jim brought his hands down to her thighs and began to bunch the material of her tight little skirt upward, letting it rise until he had reached her sleek upper thighs which were nakedly warm to the touch. She wore calf high socks, and there was nothing else but smooth skin ... until the little panties that Jim sought out eagerly. His fingers were moving, inching forward, then hesitating, as if he did not want to find what he knew was there. A tight little seventeen-year old pussy just waiting for his fingers! He found the tight elastic leg band just at the smoothest, most secret area of her inner thigh and wormed his outstretched middle finger up underneath it. The thin material of Ginnie's panties was already soaking wet, and the heat of her inner "vee" warmed his invading finger as it inched upward to touch the first, softly curling pubic hairs. She squirmed eagerly around, and his finger came into sudden contact with the long split that separated the small, puffy hair-covered lips of her blushing young cunt.

"AAAAH!" she cried, "Ah... yes... yes... touch me there!" She moved about over his finger, suddenly flicking her hips back and forth over it with an obscene fucking motion, and Jim moved the thickness of his middle finger deep into the ragged pink flanges of her warmly impatient cunt. Ginnie began to moan loudly, and Jim cautioned her to keep her voice down as his fingers slid higher up into the tight area of her little pussy, slithering back and forth, pausing only to flick at the pointed tip of her gleaming little clitoris and to hear her moan and feel her entire body tremble violently against him. Then abruptly he stopped. Hooking his fingers into the elastic waistband of her panties, he peeled them suddenly down to mid-thigh, exposing the full "vee" of her secret genitals to his gaze.

"Beautiful!" he murmured, his eyes glazed over with burning lust. "Just beautiful!" Gripping the writhing teenage girl tightly around the hips, he pulled her wetly glistening young pussy forward toward his face. By sliding down a bit in the chair, he hit it just right. Spreading the soft, auburn hair with his thumbs, he flicked his tongue forward into the moistly flowering slit of her vagina.

Above him Ginnie crooned with delirious pleasure, the sudden electrifying contact of his tongue with the tiny bud of her clitoris obviously driving her wild. She bucked furiously at his mouth, presenting the full, soft furriness of her young pussy to his wetly hungering mouth.

"That's a girl..." he breathed into her wet and slippery pink-tinged genitals. "That's a girl!" It was this that he'd tried to do to Kay that night... and now he relived that moment, but this time it was a pleasure-filled event... it was something he really enjoyed doing, especially since little Ginnie so obviously enjoyed it too... unlike Kay... who had fought him all the way, even though he was sure he had brought pleasure to her unwilling loins! Moment by moment, as he swirled his tongue deep within the nakedly offered pit of Ginnie's temptingly spread pussy, his hands making the soft flesh of her hips and buttocks writhe from the harsh pressure he exerted on them, his mind jumped back to that night... his wedding night!

Kay bucked and squirmed under the maddening torture of her new husband's lapping tongue until she thought she would go crazy. How could this obscene act be happening to her on her wedding night? It was insane... She raised her head from the bed and the tendons in her lovely long neck stretched as she tried to see his face again.

"NO... NO... I CAN'T... I CAN'T!" she cried, over and over again, realizing that something terrible was about to happen, something even worse than the humiliation and disappointment she was experiencing as a result of her husband's strange desire. She had read of such things, but had always considered it unnatural, and certainly had never dreamed that such an immoral act would be performed on her! She had looked forward to this night for so long... building up in her mind the wonderful image of her handsome new husband... a good catch by any standards, and a man who gave every indication of being capable of being a loving husband and father to the children she hoped to have one day soon. But now revulsion and humiliation spread through her system, as the tender love-making she had waited for all her girlhood life now seemed more and more an impossible dream.

Kay focused on the strange lewd sight of his wet and glistening face half buried between her straining legs, felt the harsh pressure of his thumbs pressing into the whiteness of her wide-held thighs. It was just too horrible to endure! His expression was one of a crazed lunatic, and she hardly recognized him as he rapidly shifted his head from side to side increasing the horrid over-wet sensations between her legs, sending shivers of ugly vexing feeling through her tormented genitals. She lay her head back suddenly relaxing the tense effort in her muscles.

"It just can't be happening... no... no... it can't!" she groaned as her shame and humiliation overwhelmed her. She wanted desperately to close her legs, to never open them again, but they were held impossibly wide and there was little she could do about it.

The worst thing was that in spite of her terror and revulsion at the degenerate act being performed upon her, she could feel the unmistakable beginnings of tiny wisps of forbidden pleasure within her loins. They would come suddenly, darting deep inside her quivering belly to disappear as she fought them off, reminding herself that she couldn't possibly be feeling anything akin to pleasure from this awkward and disgusting love-act. But then another ripple would come... more acute this time, and she closed her eyes slightly, clenching her small fists in Jim's sandy colored hair, pulling desperately to get him away from her. But Jim's hands reached up over the flat whiteness of her soft belly, and his fingers kept rolling the hardening nipples of her tender round breasts with relentless fury. With his mouth and tongue he worked animal-like as though he were performing a pagan ritual at the altar of a goddess. His eyes remained open wide, above the wide-spread tightness of his new wife's cunt, and he watched her face, where it appeared up beyond the quivering white mounds of her breasts... waiting for some sign that she was enjoying this steady lapping at her defenseless cunt. He knew the sign must come soon... that she wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer. Any second the wonderful desire that he felt would spread to her and within moments he would be sinking his throbbing hot cock deep into the moist pink tissue of the little blonde pussy before him.

But Kay lay stunned in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was subjecting her trapped body to. There was really nothing she could do now, and she let the tears that stemmed from her shame well up into her blue eyes and stream endlessly down her glistening cheeks. She stared up at the ceiling now, listening to the horrid sucking noises that Jim was making down between her legs. She looked up at the egg- shell white color that she herself had picked out for her bedroom ceiling and as the vile noises expanded up toward it, she thought that she must have done something really terrible... perhaps in a previous life, to have such an awful thing happen to her on her wedding night.

She was being humiliated beyond her wildest imagination and she had to lie beneath him this way until he decided to stop. She had never felt so alone and helpless in her entire life! She had so hoped that Jim would become her friend and that they would have a close and happy relationship, but now all that seemed hopelessly ruined. She would never forget the sight of him down there between her cruelly spread white thighs, nor the feeling of what was happening to her virgin genitals.

Jim cooed softly into his blonde wife's straining pussy. Before long she would be begging him for it... The way he felt at that moment he knew he could go on all night if necessary! He was going to give her a loving she would never forget! He brought his hands down and pushed them up under the backs of Kay's knees where they splayed out on either side of his body. Then he lifted and pushed them up and over her nakedly trembling body so that her kneecaps touched the strawberry tips of her tender breasts and exposed the entire flat plane of her downy, hair-fringed pussy to his sight. This would do the trick, he thought lustfully, as he spotted the tight little puckered hole of her anus nestled just below the opening of her wide-spread virgin pussy, and flicked the tip of his tongue into it.

"OOOOOHHHH NOOOOOO! Oh God... please don't... Jim... please!" Kay whimpered desperately trying to screw her warmly fleshed buttocks back down from the hot flicking of her husband's licking tongue. His only answer was another horrid stab with his pointed tongue into the tight fleshy ring of nether flesh. "AAAaaaagh!" Kay groaned, and tiny goose bumps began to form all over her quaking breasts and smooth white belly. She sobbed helplessly twice, and then with a terrible, sinking feeling, she felt her body give up. Through the horror she felt her wide-held buttocks jerk back in an involuntary spasm that sent a flood of delicious sensation coursing through her tingling nerve-endings. Kay clenched her teeth tightly together and fought with all her might against the wonderful little sparks of desire that threatened to devour her as Jim licked and mewled ceaselessly at her nakedly exposed loins below. She knew that within seconds the whole thing would be over. Something immense was building up inside her, and she could almost see it approaching with a terror that she feared more than anything else she had ever feared before in the 20 years of her young life. Her body was shamelessly aroused by some ghastly trick, and she was responding to the ugliness that was being performed upon her by her monstrous new husband.

Beneath her, Jim could sense the sudden submissive surrender inside her ... he could feel the soft silky pubic hair grazing in wisps against his nose and the sides of his face as Kay ground her buttocks slowly up against his face. She was his now... his! he gloated. But just then, just when he knew that she was about to cum, that he was creating wonderful delicious shafts of pleasure inside her naked flesh, she kicked her legs upward and down in a surprise motion that caught him off guard. With lightning speed, she jack-knifed to a sitting position and leaped from the bed, leaving him sitting there, a shocked expression on his face, his nakedly thrusting cock protruding from his pajamas, hard and lust-bloated from the tension of waiting so long.

"OOOOooooh... OOOOHHHH... IIIMMM, OH GOD I'M THERE!!!" Ginnie Reordon thrust her naked young hips forward jiggling her entire body with a tormented shaking motion that caused her impossibly erect little clitoris and tender cuntal flanges to grind unmercifully against Jim's wetly open mouth. Ferociously, he sucked back at her willingly presented pussy, bringing out the devils that danced inside her by starting a long, slow motion stroking with his tongue against the wide inner plane of her tight little cunt. His tongue created a maddeningly rising tingle within the young girl with each stroke and he could feel her every muscle tensed from the exertion of her coming climax. Feeling himself become more and more excited by the extent of Ginnie's arousal, Jim sucked wildly, his own neglected cock throbbing below and sending him mad messages of urgent need. Christ she was hot... what a hot little cunt! Then she was all arms and legs and bucking hips, and Jim felt her buffeting pussy strike with short explosive motions against his moistly working lips and tongue. Instinctively his hand went up to clamp across the young teenager's mouth, capping off her wild shrieks of pleasure, while he felt a gushing stream of orgasmic fluids inundate his already glistening face.

"MMMMMNNNNOOOoooMMMHH!" she moaned, her entire body twitching and jerking above him as he lapped insistently away at the continuing sensation of her orgasm. He felt it gradually subside as she moaned softly behind his hand. Finally, with a sigh of happiness, the cute teenager collapsed across his shoulder, and Jim's fingers found the soaking wet orifice of her streaming cunt. He began a fervent massage there, between the young girl's slightly parted thighs, and then he heard her sigh, "Oh... Fuck me... do it to me quick... quick! I want your big hard cock in me. Hurry!"

He begun unbuckling his belt when a loud buzzing noise filled his office. Ginnie jumped back from him, rapidly adjusting her panties and smoothing down her slightly rumpled skirt. Within seconds she was sitting on the chair across from him again, just as though nothing at all had happened.

"Damn it to hell!" Jim cursed, hurriedly pushing his swollen penis painfully back inside his shorts and zipping up his open fly. With one finger he pushed down the black button of his intercom box.

"Yes, Miss Folger. What is it?" he said tersely.

"The principals for the mortgage closing have arrived, Mr. Carroll. They're waiting for you in the conference room." There was an expectant pause.

Jim looked over at Ginnie who was applying lipstick, using a small compact from her purse.

"Tell them I'll be right there," he announced, flicking the intercom off with an annoyed gesture.

"I guess we'll have to continue this latter..." Ginnie said brightly. "I know just the place, Mr. Carroll... Here let me write it down for you... tomorrow night..." She was writing on a piece of paper from his memo pad, and Jim just found himself staring at the girl. How on earth was he going to get his mind on that meeting? He felt as though every brain cell in his head had been scrambled, and his big cock had been pumped full of hot air. It had been so close to happening!

"I'm not sure that I can..." he started to say, dubious about meeting Ginnie Reordon anywhere.

"Oh, but you have to... even if it just once... darling..." Ginnie leaned forward and suddenly planted a light kiss on Jim's lips. "It was nice... very nice... now you have to let me do something for you! I'll come by tomorrow to see if it's OK..." Then she was turning, moving for the door. Jim pressed the button that unlocked the door, and she exited rapidly, leaving him feeling as though he'd been struck by a thunder-bolt.

After a few moments he stood up, buttoning his coat and getting ready to go to the meeting. Then he remembered something and took out the over-draft sheets from the top drawer of his desk. He glanced along the list of names and account numbers. Sure enough there was Account Number 050-336-01... Virginia Reordon... OD 26.50. Jensen's Supply Store.

With a quick flick of his pencil, Jim wrote "pay" on the ledger and left the sheets out for his secretary to pick up. Then he headed for the conference room, clutching the piece of paper that Ginnie had written an address on in his fist, turning it over and over, the way the idea of meeting her there was being turned over in his lust-fogged mind.

The cup clattered as Kay Carroll replaced it in the saucer, spilling some of the fresh hot coffee she had just poured. "My hands are shaking!" she remarked out loud. The beautiful young wife was alone in her brightly lighted modern kitchen and, as she looked out of the window, she could see that it was beginning to snow again. The first winter storms had been late this year for the small upstate town, and now it seemed that they would have snow for Thanksgiving.

The reason for her nervousness was an envelope-which she held gingerly, as if it contained nitroglycerin. Kay turned the letter over and over in her hand, searching for some clue to its origins. But she found none other than the fact that it had been mailed in Granger. The mailman had placed it in her hand a few hours earlier along with various bills, and circulars, a Montgomery Ward catalog, and a card from her mother who lived in Florida.

Kay anxiously ran her fingers through her blonde hair and sat down at the table again. Jim had gone out of the house that morning without so much as a goodbye, and she felt suddenly very cold, and very alone. The summer house-dress that she had not yet put away, but continued to wear into the winter months, was definitely not warm enough for a day like this.

Kay wanted to get up to change... to put on something warm enough to compensate for the chill she felt to the marrow of her bones, but she did not have the strength. She looked at the note again. It was on cheap stationery, the kind one finds in the ten-cent stores, and the handwriting was almost childlike... big round letters made with a felt tip pen.

Your husband is going with an 18 year old girl.

See for yourself TONIGHT!

A Friend

An anonymous letter! Kay shuddered at the thought that someone would do such a thing to her. Her first reaction had been that it wasn't true ... Jim would never be unfaithful to her... and yet something was wrong between them... something that they just didn't seem to be able to iron out.

Once more the young wife went through all the details of the night before. He had come home later than usual, and she'd had to reheat the pot roast she'd prepared for his dinner. She could feel that he'd been drinking by the way he was acting and by the scent of alcohol that emanated from him. She had been feeling particularly good that evening too, even good enough perhaps to let him make love to her that night. It was hard for her to build up to it, a very personal thing that was so delicate... just everything had to go right during the day... all the details of her inner psyche had to mesh correctly, and then Jim had to do everything just right. It had been very disappointing to have him come home that way... very sullen and obviously looking for a fight. Why, he had come right out and demanded what he called his "husbandly rights," and after the ordeal, they'd had that scene in the bedroom.

She started to cry a little bit again as she thought about the unfairness of it all... his calling her a "frigid bitch"... telling her that she ought to go to see a doctor about her condition... when the whole thing very obviously was all his fault. Why couldn't he see that... that it was his fault that she was this way, after he'd forced her that first night into an unnatural act, and then afterward took her virginity in the most brutal manner possible.

It was true that that had been over two years ago, and yet the memory stayed with her. A memory that returned to her whenever anything was wrong, or whenever she had an argument with Jim, no matter what it was about. She just could not forgive him that... not yet anyway... perhaps not ever! And now this! An unsigned letter! Kay stood up again after finishing her third cup of coffee that morning. She felt trembly all over, and her nerves were taut as a bow as she headed toward the living room, the note still clutched in her hand. A sickening feel was starting in the bottom of her stomach as the idea of her husband with another woman shouted loudly in her head... an 18-year old girl at that! kept spinning over and over again in her mind. She fell onto the living room couch heavily, her long, lithe legs splaying out as she let her head fall on the back of the seat.

"Oh, God..." she moaned, "It's probably true! He said just last night when I refused him that he was going to look elsewhere!" Jim's exact words came back to her in all their startling clarity, and Kay flinched at their impact.

"If you can't bring yourself to put out for me, your husband, then I'll get it somewhere else!" He'd slept on the living room sofa, right where she now sat, and she'd had their big double bed to herself... and not for the first time either.

The note read..."See for yourself TONIGHT!"... Kay wondered what that could possibly mean. Someone had probably seen Jim with the girl, whoever she was... and had been malicious enough to send her that horrid note. Kay knew that she wasn't the most popular young wife in the neighborhood, but she never had let it bother her much. Most people were jealous of prosperity, she knew, and the fact that she was a strikingly beautiful girl, who had once been Homecoming Queen at Granger High didn't make her quite like the average housewife. Jim might one day become president of the bank, the way he was going; and everyone just generally assumed that he was a real winner... and that she was very fortunate to have landed him.

Little did they dream... she thought now... the humiliations that Jim inflicted on her in the privacy of their bedroom. The sacred first night of the marriage had been such a ghastly experience that most of the time whenever Jim approached her she was filled with a self- loathing so strong that it made it impossible to respond to him. She clenched her eyes tightly shut at the memory of it, and the image of him making some silly girl... some little slut... wondrously happy superimposed itself upon the image of her torment. A girl like that perhaps, she thought, "would be eager to do ugly things like he does!" A tremor passed between the long, full shanks of her thighs, and a stab of painful desire filled her entire being as she collapsed on the sofa in tears. "If only I could!" she cried, "OH GOD, if only I could!"

It was three-thirty in the afternoon, and Kay passed the mirror in her bedroom again. Her normally sparkling blue eyes were sunken and listless, and her pale blonde hair had an uncombed, unkempt appearance. She had put on the soft, blue bathrobe that Jim had given her the Christmas before, and its warm woolen lining brushed against the nakedness of her lushly vibrant body beneath it, making her feel secure and sheltered to some extent. The brandy bottle was on the dressing table, and Kay thought she would have just one more. She needed something to get her through the day... and the brandy had seemed the only answer. At first the burning liquid had shocked her entire system, but gradually a hazy feeling had set in and dulled her senses enough to make the emotional turmoil more bearable. At times she was even able to make herself believe that the note was entirely fictitious... that someone had just wanted to upset her and had deliberately lied. But then she would recall Jim's behavior the night before and his words to her... and the way he had stalked out of the house that morning without saying goodbye... his lips set in a determined way that she didn't quite recall having seen before... and she would know that it was true.

Kay had riffled through every magazine in the house, having brought them up to the bedroom while the hired girl cleaned the house downstairs. She just couldn't face anyone, not even the girl who came in for 2 hours every day to help clean. She'd told her to do only the downstairs and then had gone to her bedroom, where she'd remained the rest of the day. She toyed with the idea of calling Jim at the bank... knowing that he would still be there even though the doors were closed to the public by now. But what could she say... If she confronted him with the note, he would either deny it... or worse, tell her that it was true!

The trembling blonde wife sat down on the edge of the bed, staring at the telephone. For the first time it occurred to her that her husband might be in love with someone else! The idea frightened her so much that she started to shiver, and hurriedly climbed into the bed for added warmth. Clutching her robe to her trembling body, she pulled the covers up over her head, feeling a dizzy sensation as she closed her eyes and the brandy raced through her system.

"No... he can't be... it's just some girl... just someone for sex and nothing else!" But the thought gnawed away at her insides, and Kay realized with an acute sensation how very much she was still in love with her husband, in spite of the difficulties and the misunderstandings that they had. She realized that she'd always thought that one day their differences would work themselves out... that they would be just like any other married couple, leading full and meaningful lives together. Just when or how that day would come, Kay had never figured out, and now, she feared that unless something happened quickly to straighten out her marriage it might end before anything else could be done!

Kay gave a little moan and inhaled the fragrance of her own perfume beneath the covers, and just then the telephone rang. She leaped up from the covers to reach for the receiver. Perhaps it was Jim!

"Mrs. Carroll?" She didn't recognize the voice... perhaps it was just Wards calling about that rug she'd ordered. Her heart sunk. "The address is 457 Turnabout Lane... Go to the side window on the right ... about 10:30 tonight."

There was a click and the phone went dead. Kay became frantic. "Hello ... HELLO... WHO IS THIS... WHO???" But she knew that the female on the other end of the line had hung up, and finally with a dazed expression, she, too, replaced the dead receiver. In her head the address seemed to ring with a horrid finality. "457 Turnabout Lane... OH MY GOD! OH JIM... JIMMMMMmmmm!" she wailed, cradling her head in her arms and sobbing into the fresh flower print of her no-iron sheets.

Sleep came only because of the heavy flood of alcohol in her veins, and moments later, Kay lay tossing upon her bed, her pale blonde hair spread behind her, her delicate finely chiseled features contorted by the emotions of the dream that filled her tormented mind.

She was in high school again... sitting in her usual home room seat but the teacher, instead of being Mr. Rogers, was Jim.

"Jim!!!" she cried, feeling all the other students turn to look at her. And suddenly her peasant blouse was falling from her shoulders, showing her breasts almost to the tips... and no matter how much she tried to push it back up the pink protruding tips of her breasts continued to be exposed, and finally the elastic of the blouse failed entirely, and she was sitting there completely naked to the waist... She seemed to feel Jim's eyes on her... burning holes into the creamy surface of her exposed flesh, the trembling globes of her breasts were warm and flushed and responding to his eyes almost as if he were touching them. She could feel a shamefully wonderful sensation spreading from them to the rest of her body, and she knew that everyone else in the class could tell what was happening to her.

"Jim..." she whimpered, trying to cover her breasts..."Jim!" She looked up imploringly, begging for mercy, only to see that there was a young girl beside him, and that his hands were up beneath her skirt. The girl was moaning in obvious delight as he moved his hands within the secret confines of her body. The girl was cheap and whorish, her face painted almost like a clown's... one of her teeth was missing as she too called out Jim's name in ecstasy.

"I love you... I love you..." Kay couldn't hear the words but she could read Jim's lips and everyone in the class knew what he was saying. As Kay began to cry, the others started to laugh, and her sobbing turned to crooning as suddenly she began to feel everything that the girl with him was feeling. The petal-like folds of her silken pussy became moist and responsive, as she felt an unmistakable touching there... Jim's fingers doing to her exactly what he was doing to the girl! She felt an irrepressible moisture seeping from the narrow vaginal channel that Jim's fingers sought out, moving slowly toward the tight little hair-lined opening, causing delicious feelings in her secret pussy as they went, pushing the tender wet tissues forward and making Kay separate her legs in trembling eagerness. She had to let him continue... it felt good... so very good... but the better it felt to her... the better it seemed to be feeling to the girl up at the front of the class, and a terrible torment swept over Kay as she slid down in her seat and pulled her skirt up, showing her pantie-less mound naked and vulnerable to the entire class. The wispy curls of blonde hair played around the pink cuntal protruding lips, and everyone could see her tiny clitoris that twitched with desire as it wanted more of his gentle caresses.

"OH JIM... COME TO ME... COME TO ME, JIM!" Kay finally burst out, and she watched her husband... for he was her husband in the dream, leave the sluttish girl and come slowly toward her. She writhed in anticipation, and somehow she was now on the floor, lying between the desks, while all the other students peered down at her. Shamelessly, she opened and closed her legs, offering her naked slit, the sweet girlish cunt between her full thighs, to the advancing form of her husband. Soon she would feel him inside her, filling her to fulfillment ... filling her so tightly, so wonderfully, he would be hard yet soft with her.

"I'm not frigid, Jim..." she cried, moaning in anticipation, her body lost in the intense fire of the moment. Every muscle in her lusciously exposed body was tensed as she strained her hips upward toward the maddeningly slow approach of her husband.

"OH GOD WOULD HE NEVER ARRIVE?" How she loved him. Then he was there beside her, the rigid staff of his heatedly throbbing penis brushing against the wet flesh of her cunt. She could see him hovering over her, could feel the hugeness of his fleshy hardness lying the full length of her hotly quivering open slit. The jerking head of his penis rested like a second heart within her impatient vaginal furrow, moving with slow deliberateness up and down, up and down, teasing her so much that her hungrily yearning pussy twisted desperately for its hard blood- filled tip.

She suddenly reached down between her own tautly outstretched legs, in a panic that he might change his mind. Her purpose was to guide his wonderfully swollen cock-head up between the moistly quivering lips of her aching vagina.

Kay had tossed the covers back, and her warm blue robe lay spread open upon the big double bed. Her creamy naked figure was thus exposed to the warm air of the empty bedroom... beautiful in every aspect, even in the obvious torment she was experiencing in her brandy induced dream. If anyone could have seen her they would have been struck by the sight of the lovely young housewife reaching her hand down between her open thighs, bunching her fingers together to form one hard mass of flesh, and then pushing them against the exposed hair-lined lips of her seeping cuntal furrow.

The little lips around Kay's throbbing vagina were steadily pressed apart by these same well-manicured fingers, and the elastic rimmed tightness resisted for a moment, then gave way before the hard pushing. Kay almost resisted for a moment, emitting a long, low groan from deep within her throat. After a pause during which her sleeping eyelids fluttered nervously she shoved again, spreading her long, tapered legs as wide as she possible could upon the bed, her blue robe spread beneath the whiteness of her soft buttocks like a beautiful royal cape. She groaned again, this time louder, and suddenly rammed upward with everything she had, sinking her fingers high into the lust-filled channel of her waiting vagina.

Kay's long legs jerked out wide on either side of her cruelly impaling fingers and kicked spasmodically into the air.

"JIIIMMMMM!" she cried, "OOOOHHHH GODDDD!" Her fingers filled the yawning chasm of her willingly open cunt, and her sensual young body curved upward as she sought to penetrate herself still further. Ceaselessly, she mewled kitten-like as waves of fulfilling pleasure swept through her.

In her dream, Jim's outstretched arms pinned her shoulders tightly to the floor of the classroom. Behind him she could spot the interested leering faces of her other classmates. Oddly, her brother Ed was there together with his wife, Jane, among other people she knew in Granger. But she felt no embarrassment now, only hot, searing sensations within her wetly pulsing vaginal passage. Her lips curled back from her gleaming teeth and incoherent, pleading whimpers came from deep in her throat. She could feel the wall of her clasping cunt wrapping around the intruding cudgel of Jim's long thick penis like a tight fitting glove. Every fleshy ridge of him was known to her dark inner passage as her dreaming mind created the situation that her subconscious most wanted and needed.

It wasn't at all like the hideous moment when Jim had first penetrated her virgin flesh, brutally tearing the soft tissues down there and forcing himself into her with an insistence that she could not ward off. There was none of the fear and horror of the horrible moment, nor the disgust she felt at other times when she lay beneath him like a cold statue entirely subjugated, waiting for it to be all over with. No, this was something exalted, something complete and wonderful. She was as one with him at last, at long last; and he understood everything about her body and mind... they were soul mates, and there was nothing he could do that would not bring her the most divine pleasure she had ever known!

"Oooooossssh!" Kay held her breath as Jim's thickly buried cock seemed to expand within her, stretching the narrowness of her willing cuntal walls even farther apart. He flexed his giant prick inside her, and this time Kay could feel her body coming to life. There was a maddening electricity that tingled deep within her womb, seeping relentlessly through the raw nerve endings of her lust-driven flesh. The waves of pleasure rippled insanely through her eagerly pulsing cunt and out the fleece-lined lips of her seething pussy, working its wonderful way across the vibrating surface of her taut little belly, and up to the pink tips of her nipples which were hard little nubs of sensitivity jutting proudly into the air. Thin rivulets of perspiration were rolling down the sides of her full straining breasts, and she rotated her hips from side to side, her hopelessly aroused pussy dilating around the fleshy impaling member of her husband's long warmly pulsating penis. It was pure magic! Filled with wonder at the magnificence of the sensations Jim was bringing out in her, Kay began to screw her pelvis upward, pushing against her husband's rock-hard thickness... feeling the full length of his virile manhood. The tiny contracting muscles inside her deliciously-filled pussy pulsed rhythmically at the thickly penetrating cock. The dilated lips of her hair-trimmed slit moved farther and farther apart spreading to slide moistly down the wonderfully hard rod for several inches and then with equal determination sliding moistly back up.

And then she was nakedly straining to cum, a half-crazed ecstatic smile playing across her lust-constricted lips. Her frenzied motions became faster with each second as the tempo of her thrusts up against her dream husband became more and more urgent. The slippery juices of her wildly gyrating vagina were beginning to flow down and around her fingers, and a loud wet sucking sound of the in and out sawing movement rose and filled the room. Her back arched up off the squeaking bed as, with her feet planted flat on either side of the bed, she bucked upward wildly. It seemed to be going on forever.

"OH GOD, YES JIM, I'M CUMMING... OH DARLING, I'M CUMMMINNNGGG AT LAASSSST! AAAAAaaaargghhh!" With a harsh deep throated groan Kay's hopelessly aroused body began to vibrate with the uncontrollable emotions that welled up inside of it. The wet, white orgasmic fluids flowed from the throbbing inner passage of her climaxing cunt and drowned her impaling fingers with its sticky warmth, before trickling down the shadowy crevice between her quivering young buttocks.

Kay felt as though her insides were splitting painfully as the length of her bunched up fingers desperately imitated the hugeness of her husband's penis. She could feel the pores of her tingling cunt clasping around it, forcing it to erupt in answer to her own excitation. Indeed, her lustfully dreaming brain created the sensation she needed... the feel of white hot spurts spewing from the big, thick head, filling her womb and foaming out of the contracting fleshy lips around the base of Jim's wildly jerking cock. One day this wonderful life-giving fluid would give her a child... and the hot walls of her quivering cunt hungrily sucked at the imaginary pole of Jim's hotly throbbing hardness until she felt that the last drop was sucked from it.

"UUUUUnnnnngh!" Kay lay still for a long moment, her fingers aching from the awkwardness of their position high inside her flooded vaginal passage. Slowly she recovered her strength, and with it came the gradual realization that Jim was not with her at all. He had seemed so real... the substance of him so close that she would have sworn she felt his weight upon her still nakedly vibrating body, his breath coming near her ear.

"Oh my God!" she cried, suddenly, raising herself up as her eyes blinked wide. There was a horrible thudding in her head as Kay sat bolt upright, completely sober in an instant.

With a terrible expression of disgust on her face which hardly began to describe what she was really feeling inside, Kay removed her fingers with something akin to horror as the drenched digits slipped slowly out of her battered young vagina. Looking down she could see the wetly matted hair of her finger-fucked furrow glistening in the faint light. It was almost dark outside!

The inside of her white thighs were lewdly smeared with a clear stickiness, and there was a wet circle staining the covers beneath her.

"I... I DID IT TO MYSELF!!" she cried in horror. She hardly ever touched herself, much less down there. Jumping up she hurriedly scrambled from the bed and dashed into the bathroom, where she began to draw the water for a steaming, hot bath. Her wrist watch told her that it was nearing 6 PM, and Jim had not yet come home.

The sound of the woman's voice on the phone rang repeatedly in her ear. Between her legs she felt a disconcerting sense of satisfaction, but her mind told her it was unreal... she had dreamed it all, while her own fingers had shamefully given her forbidden pleasure. Filled with torment about what she had done, she stepped into the filled tub, letting the piping hot water cover her nakedly trembling body. She felt the liquid warmth seeping in to soothe the burning of her sensitive cuntal lips, and rising to cover her healthily blushing breasts. Kay slid down as far as possible into the peace-giving liquid, leaving only the very tops of her creamy shoulders showing.

"I... I've got to get control of myself!" the dazed young blonde said, her closed eyelids fluttering as she spoke aloud to herself. The hot water swirled softly around her still body. "457 Turnabout Lane... 457 Turnabout Lane." She knew that the address was one of the most sought after neighborhoods in Granger. Her husband Jim had often spoken of moving there after his next promotion. Now they might never move anywhere, she thought bitterly... their marriage might not last that long unless she did something about it!

Already she knew that she was going to go that night to the address she'd been given over the phone. "What other choice do I have?" she asked herself, shuddering as she thought what she might discover later on that evening.

Ginnie shivered deliciously as she pulled the tight fitting shorts up over her trim little hips. She wiggled a little, and turned around so that she could see the deep outline of the cleft between her neatly rounded buttocks. The hot pants were of a shiny satiny purple, and Ginnie enjoyed the cheap look they had about them. Everybody was wearing them, she knew, and the tighter the better. Her long legs looked just perfect, she thought as she surveyed herself in the bedroom mirror, and the high heels with the open toes set the whole outfit off perfectly. She wore a pink silk blouse over which she pulled a hand crocheted "pot holder" vest with many colors in it. She looked gorgeous... pretty enough to convince Jim Carroll for good that he ought to be going with her... just the way the note said.

She herself had mailed the note to Kay Carroll the evening after she had visited Jim at his office in the bank, and she smiled a little now as she thought of what its impact might have been on the young matron who was the banker's wife! Ginnie had heard a lot about Kay Carroll... enough to know that she was stuck-up and thought she was better than just about everybody in the small town of Granger. The teenaged girl had seen her, too, several times... the most recent, shopping at the A & P. and she had wrinkled her nose a little bit when she'd noticed her picking out items in the gourmet food department. As though regular food wasn't good enough for her. Ginnie was certain that Jim was not at all happy with a woman like her... She'd been certain about it for some time really, especially since that night he'd come to the Reordon house, and she'd seen him take off his coat to have a fast drink with her father before borrowing the snow-plow.

GOD WHAT A BEAUTIFUL HUNK OF MAN! That's what she had thought then, and that was what she still thought. And her emotions were even stronger now that she could bring back the delightful memory of Jim's tongue licking steadily and wonderfully up between her legs. She parted those same legs now, and placed her hands defiantly on her hips, tossing her auburn hair back as she posed in a super-woman stance. She wore thin transparent tights that gave her well developed legs a naked appearance while at the same time casting a peachy glow upon them.

"Tonight, I get to feel more of his tongue..." she mused. "Tonight I'll get it all! ALL!" She would show Jim that he would really be happy with her... she was a little young, true, but she knew that she more than made up for that in experience. She bet that that Kay didn't even know how to give him a good fuck! She visualized that she and Jim would go together for a few months... maybe even a year... and then after his divorce... (she'd make sure that there were sufficient grounds all right) well then, she'd be the new Mrs. James O. Carroll. She'd be a very sensible wife, and take care of Jim the way a man of his looks ought to be taken care of! They'd travel a lot... and they'd make love just about all the time. And when they got a little bored they'd go out to parties together... like the party she was going to get Jim to go to that night. It was always nice to have a little variety she thought, having read an article to that effect in Cosmopolitan only the day before.

"Where are you going tonight, Ginnie?" The seventeen-year old girl whirled around, immediately shaping her features to a far more innocent expression than the one she'd had on her face while looking at herself in the mirror and thinking about her plans for Jim. Her father's booming voice had just about frightened her out of her wits, and she felt her heart pounding in her chest.

"Oh... Daddy... you scared me... I'm going over to Betty's house to study. We've got a big test tomorrow, and I want to be up on it!"

"Well, you be sure and leave Betty's number right on the hall table, and don't you stay out all hours again!" Steve Reordon angrily tore his eyes away from his all-too-nubile young daughter. "And just answer me this... why do you have to be half naked to go to study at a friend's house?"

"Oh... daddy... REALLY... All the kids are dressing like this... You're so old fashioned!"

"Well, you may think I'm square, but when I was a boy, when a girl dressed to show her body it meant only one thing..."

"DADDY!" Ginnie pouted, a hurt expression crossing her features. "First of all the word square isn't used anymore, Daddy... and do you honestly think I'm one of those girls?"

Embarrassed by his own outburst, Steve retreated from his daughter's door. "Never you mind, young lady... you just watch your step. I don't want you getting into any trouble. I've got enough problems as it is!"

The door closed behind him, and Ginnie looked around for something to throw... She found a soft slipper and threw it against a wall that she was certain would not show any marks.

"Don't want you getting in any trouble..." she mimicked. Well, he did not have to worry about that... she was not about to get pregnant... not with the pills she took. Someone had said that they were bad for you, but she didn't really believe it. They had made her tender teenaged little breasts swell to even more beautiful proportions for one thing, and she could do whatever she wanted to without worrying about the necessity of telling her parents someday that she was pregnant. And there were plenty of things that Ginnie wanted to do. Not only that, she'd been doing them since she was 14, when Eddie Berman had screwed her silly in the back of his old Nash. She'd practically asked him to do it anyway, and it had hurt a little, but not enough to make her not want to do it again. In fact, Ginnie had quite a reputation at Granger High... but she didn't care what anybody thought or said about her. She considered herself better than any of them and smarter than most of them, and she would show them one day what she was worth.

"And Jim Carroll's going to help me!" she said out loud as she turned out her light and opened the door of her room. She moved quickly down the hall, pausing to write down a phone number at the hall table, and to pick up a couple of her school books. There were three "Bettys" that Ginnie ran around with, and she also knew that neither her mother or her father would remember any of their last names. It was all so stupid! She was glad that soon she would be able to leave the broken- down house that bordered on the better neighborhoods. Soon she would be living in a house like Jim and Kay Carroll's... Only then the house would be referred to as Jim and Ginnie Carroll's.

"Going out, dear?" Ginnie turned from the front door, which she had already opened. Her mother was coming toward her, her faded and sad face looking worried. Ginnie paused. She had hoped to get out of the house without seeing her mother at all.

"Yeah, ma... going to study... big test tomorrow." Ginnie waited.

"Oh, I see... well... take care, darling. I'm glad you're wearing your warm coat... it's getting colder."

Ginnie was positive that her mother knew just what she was doing... or at least she had a good idea. Once she'd overheard a conversation between her father and mother, during which her father had said, "I don't know, Ida... I think you'd better talk to that girl. She's running around like a cat in heat... and all these boys, coming around ... sniffing after her...!"

"She'll be all right, Steve... She's a smart girl... she won't let anybody harm her. She's got brains at least... More than I had, that's for sure!"

It was really the only time that Ginnie had ever heard her mother saying anything cynical, and she knew what the older woman meant. By snooping in her parent's room and going through her mother's dresser, Ginnie had discovered that her mother was already six months pregnant when she got married... pregnant with her!

Ginnie rapidly bent to kiss her mother and went out the door. Yes... she was a good deal smarter than her mother... she would never marry a loser like her father... and a man that she didn't love to boot! As far as Jim Carroll was concerned, that thrilling few minutes in his office had told her that she really and truly did love him!

The cold night wind blew against her face, and she buttoned her long coat all the way down, covering the scanty covering of her stylishly outfitted body.

She walked all the way, and got to the house by 8:15. It wasn't going to be a terribly late evening... just intense, and Ginnie knew that when Jim arrived and saw just exactly who was there, that he'd stay.

Winthrop Morgan, the tall, graying, handsome 55-year old president and chairman of the board of State National Trust... the only other bank in Granger... opened the door and welcomed Ginnie.

"Hi there, sweetie... Come right in. All alone tonight?"

"No... I'm being met... by someone who will be arriving shortly."

Morgan was already taking off Ginnie's coat, and the teenager could feel his warmly appreciative eyes on the tightness of her shorts, right there where her rounded little buttocks were so nicely cleft.

He whistled approvingly, and Ginnie remembered that the surprisingly agile banker liked to have his cock sucked more than anything else in the world. She had done that for him, and very well too, the last time she had come to his house, and she knew that he had not forgotten.

"Uh... about your guest... you do remember the House Rules?"

Ginnie smiled sweetly at Winthrop Morgan. "Of course I remember... no need for worry... this is a very discreet person."

Morgan didn't really care all that much. He wasn't worried about his reputation... it would take more than just hearsay to ruin him in this town. His name was too big, and his family had been too influential for too many years. The only thing that really mattered to him was that little Ginnie Reordon had come. The last time she'd been there, she had brought along a girl friend, and Morgan liked that. The more young blood he had at his parties the better! He was temporarily a bachelor, and he was making the most of it. Life was, after all, very short. And he intended to make his full of rich and meaningful memories.

"Well... there'll be no need for masks tonight, even though you are bringing in someone new, Ginnie. There'll be just a few people anyway. Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy... and you know how they tend to get caught up in each other... that leaves just you and me... and your friend, of course... Is it the same little girl you brought with you the last time... Sally?" Morgan hoped so. Already his dormant cock was stirring at the thought of him having the two of them... like little woodland nymphs sucking and licking at him while he played with their tight little pussies.

"No... as a matter of fact... it's a man!"

Morgan smiled woodenly. "Oh? Well, that certainly changed a few daydreams I was having." He looked disappointed, then shrugged his acceptance. "But any friend of yours is a friend of mine... Come on let's have a drink!"

Jim drove around the block one more time. He'd already spotted the house on Turnabout Lane, and was trying to figure out what was so familiar about the address. Ginnie had said that a good friend of hers lived there, and that they would have a chance to... as she put it..."turn each other on..." He blushed to himself now as he pulled up in front of the house. A grown man chasing after that little slip of a girl as though she really mattered to him! But in a way, Ginnie did matter to him. She seemed to matter to his whole image of himself as a man, and she had already inflamed him to such an extent that he wouldn't rest until he'd had her. He wanted to feel those long legs of hers around his neck just one time before he slammed his long hard cock into her.

Kay had really sealed the matter for him, he thought as he slammed the door of his car and locked it. Ruefully, he thought about her refusing to sleep with him the night before... of all nights... of all times! He'd really needed her then, especially after that torrid scene with Ginnie at the bank. Christ, he'd needed some action! He had tried during the two and a half years of their marriage to keep his mind largely focused on other things... his work and getting ahead had consumed most of his energy, but now, Jim felt as if a dam were bursting inside him. All the pent up emotions that he'd had all along were just breaking out, and he had to do something about them! And do it now!

Slowly, Jim walked up at the graduated steps to the front door of the large house. He was annoyed as he realized that he felt a little like he used to feel when he was a kid, dating some girl from school. He took a deep breath and rang the bell. Who the hell could Ginnie know who lived here? he wondered.

When Winthrop Morgan opened the door, Jim was stunned! And for a second it looked as if the older banker was stunned too, but then Winthrop smiled widely and opened the door further. They had met before of course, but only on business matters; and Jim had always looked up to the older man, admiring his strong grip on the community of Granger, and the respect that he commanded from everyone for miles around.

"Why, it's Jim... Jim Carroll, if I am not mistaken..." Morgan announced, drawing the shocked young man into his living room. "Let me take your coat. Not snowing out there tonight, is it? Know we had a few flurries today, but the real thing isn't due until the weekend. Isn't that the way it always is?" He was taking Jim's coat, hanging it up, and leading him toward the other side of the room where the lights were dim and there was a glowing fire in the fireplace.

"Someone is here, who's expecting you, I believe... I must say, she has good taste," Morgan said, and Jim could see a form shaping from the shadows. Ginnie stood up, and moved toward him. Instinctively, he backed away from her, but Winthrop Morgan kept leading him forward.

"So you know Jim, Winnie," the girl said coyly, using Morgan's nickname to impress the younger banker.

"We've met," Morgan said, his dark eyes twinkling. "But I'm especially glad to see him in a more informal setting! What do you drink?"

Jim sat down and felt Ginnie taking his hand in hers as she settled next to him on a low bench next to the fireplace. "Martinis if you go 'em," Jim said, expulsing his breath as though he'd just gone through a great effort.

Morgan went in search of the drinks, and just then the bell rang again. Jim hurriedly turned to Ginnie. "Is someone else coming?" he asked. Beads of sweat were standing out on his forehead. He wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but he couldn't very well dash out of Winthrop Morgan's house like a fool. He had to stay just to find out what the hell was going on.

"How do you know Morgan?" Jim hissed almost angrily at the teenaged girl beside him.

"He's an old friend... I told you. Don't worry, Jim... everything's cool." Her hand was moving slowly on his arm, and he fought down an urge to move it. He looked toward the door and saw Winthrop Morgan's rather portly form greeting two arriving couples with warm gestures of welcome. Quickly, Jim scanned their faces to see if they might know him or his wife, Kay, but to his enormous relief, he saw that they were complete strangers to him... maybe from another town, he speculated, since they looked so totally unfamiliar.

"Who are they?" he asked.

"Oh, just Olga and Henry and Theresa and Jeremy... they're from Albany."

Jim laughed nervously and made a scoffing sound in his throat. "Sounds like Bob and Carol and Ted and Alice!" he said.

To his surprise Ginnie replied, "Yes, but those four had been swapping for years before that movie came out. They've been doing it since they called it "balling" instead of "swinging"!"

Jim gasped, but there was no time to say anything. They were coming towards them with Morgan leading the way. The elder banker made the introductions and then set about making drinks for all of them. Jim wondered at the fact that a man in Morgan's position had no servants at all. He made careful small talk with the couples, who sat on low hassocks in front of the fireplace, noting that they were definitely on a lower social scale than he would have expected for friends of the well-known Winthrop Morgan. They made noticeable mistakes in grammar and were good-naturedly what Jim knew his wife would describe as "lower-middle class."

But the martinis were there, and the drinks helped noticeably. Jim began to unwind a bit, and even found he enjoyed the down to earth friendliness of Morgan's guests. Cautiously and consciously, he set out to make a good impression on the wealthy banker who was his host. If they were friends of his... well then they were all right with him. Sometimes he hated Kay's phony pretentiousness, anyway... He, himself, was the son of a grocer, and Kay's father had been a garage mechanic before his death, just as her brother Ed was now!

The second round of drinks came and then the third. Jim was feeling a very pleasant warmth, and Ginnie's cuddling close next to him was beginning to affect him. She'd gotten up a couple of times, and he'd gotten a good look at her tight little shorts. She was one honey of a horny little girl!

Soft music came from a continuous tape deck hidden somewhere in the large room, and most of it seemed to have a sensuous beating undertone that brought to mind dark jungles and sultry native dancers, bongo drums and eroticism beneath lace-like palm fronds. Jim sat back and watched as the others got up to dance. Beside him on the bench Ginnie was sensually stroking his hand. He raised his martini to his lips with the other. Imperceptibly, he could feel the pounding surge of his blood flowing throughout his body, and the soft, spongy tissue of his cock began to swell with a smoldering desire.

Morgan began to dance with one of the women, Jim thought that her name was Olga. She was a big and buxom brunette with one of the finest pillow-asses that Jim had ever seen. His wealthy host did not seem impervious to her charms as he pressed her willing body close to his, and let his hands roam farther and farther down Olga's back until he was cupping her voluptuous buttocks in his hands. They danced in this lewd position until there was a lull in the music and Morgan, perspiring heavily, returned his partner to her husband. Jim could see them in conversation but they were just far enough away so that he could not quite hear what they were saying. Theresa, a petite red-head with a large sensuous mouth and her husband Jeremy stopped doing a funny ballroom number in the middle of the floor and joined the others.

Ginnie was breathing softly, quiet beside Jim, and just as he was beginning to get bored watching the other guests and wondering what they were up to, Ginnie began to nibble moistly at his ear. A surge of electricity spread throughout his nervous system. This was one of those swinging parties, he'd heard about. There'd been rumors about them for some time now, but never anything concrete... and now here he was attending one! The whole thing seemed absurd, but the young banker rationalized that even his wife Kay would not begrudge him being in the intimate company of the famous Winthrop Morgan. She would be even more aware than he of the potential to their position in the small town of Granger. This thought eased the small tendrils of guilt that remained in his mind. Was it his fault if Winthrop Morgan was a dirty old man?

The realization that he was going to fuck little Ginnie that night, right in Winthrop Morgan's house, was becoming more and more vivid to him, and the thought created an undercurrent of excitement inside him that he was beginning to enjoy.

When the cute teenager stood before him, her eyes large and black, her sensual young figure assuming a taunting stance, he could smell that same perfume that she'd worn at the bank the day before. With an eagerness he couldn't hide, he reached his arms upward to put them around her, but the girl pulled away from him, laughing in a teasing manner that made his face flush with the intensity of his ardor.

"Come... come on, let's have a little privacy!" she breathed.

Well that was OK with him. Jim hurriedly stood and followed Ginnie toward the door which he assumed led to the rest of the house and, he sincerely hoped, a nice, quiet bedroom somewhere! He hardly noticed the others as they left, but he was sure that no one was particularly shocked at their leaving. Besides the 17-year old nymph seemed to be on pretty good terms with Morgan. The image of the older banker and Ginnie together created a bitter sensation of jealousy that surprised him. Why on earth would he be jealous of Ginnie? And yet, he was pleased that the head of the rival bank in Granger would know that he was with the little auburn haired teenager... that he was getting a taste of the executive's goods, so to speak!

There were several doors that opened onto the dark hallway he found himself in, and he saw Ginnie head toward the first one on the right. His eyes were riveted to the magnificent wiggling of the young girl's buttocks as she moved sensuously ahead of him. The silky material of her hot pants fairly glowed in the dark, and Jim followed her shapely little ass as a moth follows a lighted candle.

Once inside, Ginnie closed the door behind them, and beckoned Jim toward a low couch on the other side of the room. The young banker paid little attention to the way the room looked. All he could think about was the enticing little girl, and the way she would feel groaning beneath his hard, rock-like cock. His mind whirling with alcohol, he groped for her in the darkness. They were beside a large window, and dimly, Jim could see dense foliage that he assumed must be lining the side of the house. She tumbled beneath him, rolling softly over to the middle of the bed, and Jim lay heavily on top of her. He ground his entire body down upon her small shape, feeling the wonderful softness of her ripely budding breasts pressing upward into his chest, and her legs separating between his own. His pelvis moved forward, the length of his thigh and groin catching her directly between her outspread legs, where he could feel her hard pubic mound grinding back at him, grinding out the sweet, seeping wetness from her little hair-fringed cunt beneath the tight-fitting shorts.

Her arms wound eagerly around his neck, and once more he breathed in the soft open chasm of her mouth in a deep hungering kiss. She wriggled lustfully beneath him, bucking up against him and causing the hardness of his already bulging penis to double. He felt nothing but a dull ache in his loins as he wetly swept his tongue in and out of her hot young mouth, and frantically tried to get her shorts off. He couldn't find the zipper opening, and fumbled impatiently beneath her for a long moment until she laughed and told him that they had an elasticized waist. Panting a little she arched herself upward and slipped her shorts and tights down over her long thighs and legs, tossing them to the side of the bed with a little giggle.

Jim felt foolish and a little angry. She was making him feel like a greenhorn, for chrissakes, he thought, being reminded of his early adventures as a young boy, when he was often dependent on the girl to show him the way. But that was ridiculous, he reminded himself. He was 33 years old, and this girl was only 17. Jailbait... but at the moment he couldn't have cared less. One thing was certain, he wasn't going to let anything stop him now that he had come this far. His heart started beating so loud that he was sure that she could hear it too. He found himself peering down in the semi-darkness, only the moonlight illuminated the bedroom as it streamed into the adjacent window, staring directly into the naked softness of Ginnie's full, white thighs. The teenager lay sensually back and, as she removed her blouse and vest, she parted her legs slightly, exposing the inner pink slit of her vagina, framed by the soft auburn silkiness of pubic hair.

Jim wanted to pounce upon her right then and there, but something stopped him... perhaps the horrid memory of how he had practically raped his wife on their wedding night after she'd acted so silly about his kissing her down there between her legs. A natural caution had possessed him ever since with Kay, and now he found that to his dismay it was being transmitted in his relationship with this girl. His massively erect cock was as hard as a sledge hammer and his mouth had a funny cottony feeling again. He could feel the booze racing in his veins and churning warmly in his stomach. He hadn't gone home for dinner, and since he'd never eaten out alone, he'd just skipped the whole thing. God, he couldn't take his eyes away from the beckoning spot between her tender young legs!

"I'm so glad you came, Jim!" Ginnie whispered huskily. She gazed up at him in the darkness, her eyes masking the triumph that she felt. She tugged gently at his suit coat. "Don't you think you'd better get naked, too?" she smiled. It was going to work! The whole thing was going to work! If all had gone well, Kay Carroll would be on her way to Turnabout Lane right about then. She felt the same kind of thrill that she thought an actress might feel just before the curtain went up on opening night. Jim Carroll was there with her just the way she had dreamed it so many, many times... so many nights of waiting for this moment... and now the moment was here!

Ginnie ran her tiny pointed tongue over her lips and then spread her thighs a little bit wider. She lay watching the young banker as he quickly removed his clothes. Soon she would see just what the banker looked like underneath his conservative suit. His eyes never left the full revealed beauty of her nudity, covering the pointed creamy mounds of her breasts and racing down the length of her taut little belly, to the narrow, girlish hips and the long, slender legs. While her eyes were half closed, she could very well see his huge jerking cock when he got down to his shorts and stepped out of them. She gasped. It was much, much bigger than she had remembered... but perhaps he was more excited now! The thought of that giant pulsating pole ramming far up inside her gave her a crazy little thrill of fear mixed with anticipation. He sat down on the bed, his long rigid erection standing up between his legs, the thick foreskin already pulling itself half-way back on the smooth crimson cock-head. Her long fingernails moved along his naked arm as, dazed, he sat looking down at her.

Jim hesitated a second more. "Don't you want to fuck me?" she asked. Then without waiting for an answer, she spread her legs wide, reached down with little hands and pulled the pouting pink pussy open on either side, exposing the inner flesh of the tiny aperture to his hungering eyes. "Remember how good you were to me?" she inquired sweetly. "I'll be real good to you!" she added for good measure, while below her fingers nimbly began to insinuate themselves, sliding over the softest and tenderest areas of her own hair-trimmed cunt. In spite of himself, Jim gasped at the incredibly lewd sight of the teenaged girl fingering her own wetly glistening vagina.

"Come on," she crooned, already beginning to excite herself. "Honey, please..." Her fingers tickled and toyed with the upright pinpoint of her swollen clitoris, "Please fuck me!" she moaned. The aroused young banker did not have to be asked again. He climbed up on the huge bed and knelt between the young girl's wide-spread legs. She was moaning now and urging him to hurry, and he was lost in the utter beauty of her voluptuous little body. His thick, madly throbbing cock was hard and heavy and hot in its upright position as he once more surveyed the brazen loveliness of this bold, little bitch who had come to his office apparently with the thought of having him fuck her. The idea that she wanted him caused even more excitement to swell his massive hardness. He leaned forward between her willingly spread limbs and ran his hands over her gentle upcurved breasts, her tiny waist that gave way to fine delicate hips and thighs, and in between them, his own hands covered the working, little fingers of her hand as she finger-fucked herself; preparing her moistly aroused pussy for his entry.

HE HAD TO FUCK HER!

Ginnie's desire-filled eyes looked down toward his hairy belly and there she focused on the full, looming hulk of his angry red penis. "It is so big, Jim," she cried. "So big!"

"Oh, it'll be big enough for you," he muttered, pushing his hands down beneath her. Dizzy, he hung over her, his pulsating shaft hanging in mid-air. Then he crushed down onto her waiting nakedness, smashing his mouth onto hers. He was ravenously hungry for her as she moved tightly up beneath him, her arms hugging around his back, her flat naked, little belly snuggling against the rock-hard spear of his penis. Moving downward and panting hard, he let the tip of his aching cock slide into the velvety warm moisture of the teenager's vaginal slit, rubbing up and down the moistly hot length of it, the enormous mass of his thickened cock spreading the baby cuntal lips far apart. The friction was unbelievable as Ginnie moaned and groaned beneath Jim's heavy weight, gasping with delight as she felt the increasing heat in her seeping pussy! With her hips she began a steady rotating motion beneath him while her legs slid out sideways and then suddenly jerked up hard and locked like handcuffs around his muscular back.

"Oh Jim... JIM... I'm SO READY FOR YOU!"

His lust-heavy cock was resting hard against her nakedly writhing young body and now he let it press up against the narrow seeping wetness of her vaginal opening. It was too much for him to take. He had to do it and soon. He wedged his hand down between their tightly pressed bodies, circling his own heatedly throbbing excitement. His straining and taut cock wormed against the tiny opening of the eager young girl's cunt. She seemed much too small for him, but he knew that she'd had experiences before... probably a great many at that!

"It's OK if it hurts a little, baby," Ginnie sighed, "Just put it in ... PUT IT IN!" She strained her tense, nubile body up against the older man, feeling him start to thrust against her. The small, fluted lips of her pulsing little pussy resisted the enormous instrument for a moment, then suddenly something gave way, bringing a sharp pain so unexpected that Ginnie's freckled face was contorted with it, and she let out a long, low wail. Jim was brought to himself for an instant by the sound that she made, and he looked around him for a second, sensing a movement. To his surprise, he saw that someone else was in the room with them! Another glance told him that that someone was Winthrop Morgan... and the millionaire banker was stark naked! In the dark shadows their host was an interested observer of their lovemaking, and to console his solitary state he was clasping his own stout cock in his hands, pulling up and down on it at a leisurely pace. Jim cursed, the sweat dripping from his face down onto Ginnie's naked body. He should have known that there would be some strings! But beneath him Ginnie whispered through clenched teeth, "Don't stop now... don't stop now!" And Jim was unable to resist the added surge of lust that the 17 year- old girl's words gave him.

Ignoring Winthrop Morgan's presence in the darkened bedroom, he pushed forward with all his strength and this time Ginnie's tightly resisting pussy lips spread even further to accommodate his splitting ramrod.

"OOOOOOAAAAAAhhhhh!" His long, thick penis slipped forward bit by bit, feeling the young girl's moistly quivering furrow squeeze against it. His heavy veined member was being inundated by wet warmth and the tight snugness of her exquisite young cunt.

"OOOOOOAAAAaaah... OF COURSE... OH YES... OH GOD... YES... YES!" she cried out, over and over again. Jim felt as though he had never fucked a woman before... never known such extreme pleasure as he was feeling now. He panted heavily as his massively throbbing penis, moist from Ginnie's flooded channel, began a slow pistoning in and out of the velvet warmth of her tight, hair-lined cunt. The tickling hairs of his balls nestled into the crevice of her nakedly upturned little buttocks as he sank deeper and deeper into her now unresisting passage. The ragged pink edges of her cuntal lips were drawn back with each outstroke, and then as he thrust back into her they were swallowed up again along with his long piercing organ.

Pinned beneath the banker she had pursued for so long, Ginnie suddenly felt an obscene ecstasy taking hold of her. She was really doing it... really doing it with Jim Carroll! She flicked her tongue up wildly into the young banker's mouth, spreading her long thighs still wider, giving him even greater access to her wide-stretched little 17-year old cunt.

"OOOOoooh yes, honey, do it like that... OH JIMMMMM! That's soooo GOOOOD... yes... OH... OH GOD... LIKE THAT... LIKE THAT. HARDER... HARDER! OH GOD... I LOVE IT... I LOVE IT... I LOVE YOU!"

Kay had instructed the cab to let her off at the corner, and now she was walking through a light snow, up the winding walk of Turnabout Lane. With each step that she took she told herself to turn back. It almost seemed better not to know. A horrid sick feeling filled her being as she struggled against the wet snow, turning up her fur coat collar and trying to avoid being struck in the face by it.

Her small gold wrist watch read exactly 10:30... that was the time the mysterious voice had specified. With a self-conscious uncertainty she began to look at the house numbers. She was almost beginning to think that there was no such number... that the whole thing was just a silly prank cooked up by a bunch of kids. Her heart skipped a beat as she turned the corner. Some of the house numbers were very difficult to read for one could hardly see them! True, Jim had called and had acted very strange on the phone today, telling her that he was going out to dinner with a colleague in the neighboring town of Stewart Falls... and she had felt instantly that he was lying. Now she wasn't so sure. If the number was fictitious, then her husband Jim might be in Stewart Falls restaurant right now! Then, just as her hopes had risen, they were suddenly plunged downward. There before her was a large, imposing mansion of a house, set in from the road, with brick steps leading upward to the white door-front. She almost turned and ran, but something urged her on, and she found herself moving stealthily up the steps. She was glad that she had worn her dark mink coat. It would make it harder for her to be seen. She put up the hood to hide her golden hair, and then slipped around to the right side of the house.

She felt a steely will motivating her, pushing her... something inside of her pushing her toward the window she could see ahead of her... the one that surely must be the correct one! She had to find out now... it was too late to turn back! She knew that she risked being discovered, and perhaps even arrested for snooping around this posh neighborhood, but it no longer really mattered. She had to know if her husband was in that house... if her husband was behind that window. Biting her lower lip hard, she grasped the edge of the window-sill, pulling herself up slightly on tip-toe so that she could see over the high ledge. There were no lights on inside, but the moon came from behind the clouds and shone over her shoulder illuminating the scene.

Jim wormed his heatedly wildly throbbing cock up between the young girl's nakedly spread legs, his pounding hardness expanding more and more as he responded to Ginnie's lewd encouragement. He answered her urgent requests with powerful thrusts into her willingly wide-held loins, gaining more and more momentum as the rapture of his young tormentor's desire overwhelmed him. His mouth wetly locked on hers, he scraped his naked chest back and forth over her tender, quivering breasts, feeling their nipple points hard and excited beneath him. Loud mewling noises of undeniable pleasure came from her throat as his giant piston continued to widen her tightly clasping cuntal shaft. They writhed obscenely together, her hot young cunt nibbling at his thick pulsing penis as though she wanted to devour it. Beneath him, Jim could see the 17-year old girl's lovely face growing more and more wanton as her passion increased. Her neck strained and her long auburn hair became a tangled mass as her head flailed to and fro. It was good... very good! The best fuck ever-for both of them!

From his vantage point Winthrop Morgan could see quite clearly. He did not even bother to hide himself now, since he knew that neither his young friend Ginnie nor the rising young town banker cared about him being there. They were too caught up in each other. An earthquake wouldn't have disturbed them now! He could see Ginnie's pink bearded little pussy swallowing up Jim's long hard cock, even see her crinkled little anus spread wide and puckering like a feeding fish's mouth beneath the other man's slapping testicles. He clasped his own eagerly longing cock in his hand and began to imagine how it would be when he joined them. Back and forth his foreskin slipped over his long hardness as he moved closer to their nakedly writhing bodies. He could imagine his own thickly impatient cock sliding into Ginnie's sweet baby cunt ... her moist, hot pussy walls would cling to it and it would feel... wonderful!

Slowly he advanced upon the copulating couple. He hoped that Jim Carroll wouldn't mind him horning in on the act, but then the younger man really had no choice. After all, he was a guest in his house, and it looked as if he was bent on fucking little Ginnie, no matter what. Encouraged by these thoughts, he insinuated his bulky form beside them on the bed, chuckling mirthfully to himself as Jim paused in mid action, his big churning cock half way out of Ginnie's wildly thrashing little pussy. The wonderful odor of wet sex met Morgan's flaring nostrils as he spoke, "Don't mind me folks... just go right on with what you are doing!"

He thought he heard Jim growl something, but then the younger man loudly moaned as the teenage girl hungrily pulled him forward into her cunt again.

"OOOOOOOOOH!" she groaned. "OOOOOHHH GOOOOOOD! OH GOD... OH GOD!" Ginnie was conscious of Morgan's presence beside her, and even though she was lost in a lustful world where only she and Jim Carroll were important, she felt a distinct annoyance. The older man had promised to stay out of it! She pushed her legs a bit against Jim's back and looked up beseechingly, trying to give Morgan the message that they did not want to be bothered. But Jim decided to break communication between the girl and the bank president, so he pulled her over onto her side where she lay with her back toward Morgan... and in this new position their steaming genitals were attached as though they could never come apart again. Jim's long hot cock slithered swiftly up, higher and higher into her openly defenseless cunt, striking a new place inside of her that set delicious spasms of desire ringing through her tormented pussy.

"Ginnie, gonna fuck you sooo good!" he mouthed between her lips. His lust-hardened shaft was swollen and engorged from the wet, clinging channel of her raging pussy, and he forgot all about Winthrop Morgan on the bed beside them.

Meanwhile, the bank president was not to be so easily put off. He was horny as hell, just watching the two young people go at it, and he intended to remedy that situation.

Before him the long nakedly gleaming length of Ginnie's shapely back trembled and swayed, and below this the quivering mounds of her buttocks glimmered in the fluctuating moonlight... plunging him deeper into a consuming passion. The wind blew the dark branches of fir trees outside the window creating weird shadows along the whiteness of the teenager's smooth skin, and Morgan could not resist cupping the two warmly rounded orbs in his two hands. Impulsively, he snuggled up against her spine. He moved down a bit, and let his heatedly throbbing cock rest up between the smooth, lightly clenching crevice that separated her cream white nether cheeks. Suddenly he realized what he was going to do. It was a splendid idea, he realized, as he grunted with pleasure. Jim's forward thrusts into Ginnie's streaming cunt, pushed her curvaceous young body back against him, thereby forcing the short excited length of his cock deeper into the crevice of the girl's softly yielding buttocks. Quickly, without changing his position, he stretched his arm over for the drawer of the little bedside table. Inside, his fingers searched and found the jar of water-base petroleum jelly. Working rapidly now, he took a glob of the clear grease and smeared it over the head of his lust-swollen penis. He placed a second glob in the anal crevice of the wantonly writhing teenage girl and, without her being aware of what he was doing, worked the slippery lubricant into her tightly puckered little anus.

Ginnie was aware of the older banker's presence back there, his sliding hot cock nudging between her spread buttocks, but she could not relinquish the delightful pleasure of Jim's long hardened flesh fucking up into her overheated vagina. The great heat of his hard body against her, his strong muscular arms holding her, extracting wails of pleasure from her lips as he entered her spread cuntal lips powerfully... each magnificent stroke counted toward an orgasm that would not be long in coming. As the moments passed, she could sometimes ignore the presence behind her, but then a few seconds later she would feel her tender buttocks being stretched wider apart by their millionaire host, and the surprisingly slippery, pulsating tip of his penis would tease at the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. The pressure of the older man's hotly throbbing cock increased... and increased. Abruptly she knew what he was trying to do!

"OOOOOOOOH WINNIE NOOOOOOO!" she groaned into Jim's mouth. But it was too late! Winthrop Morgan clasped his arms around her waist from behind, his arms encountering Jim's as they circled the other way. Shocked, the young banker moved his hands downward to Ginnie's slender young hips, and he heard her cry out, her entire body shivering and quaking forward against him, creating a wonderful sensation against his outrageously swollen cock. Ginnie felt the tightly resisting muscles of her anal ring suddenly pop open and slip warmly over the smooth greased head of Morgan's thickened pole of flesh, involuntarily sucking it up inside the tightly clenched walls of her back passage. The older banker's massively beating cock pushed cruelly into the naked split of her behind, never pausing for a moment on its lubricated upward journey as it sought to slip all the way up inside the warm confines of her little rectum. The relentlessly burrowing and worming head split the small opening wide, stretching it beyond all endurance, ramming ever forward as it made its insistent penetration.

In great and searing pain, Ginnie jerked forward. She thought she was being ripped in two back there! She had never felt anything like it in her entire life. A few times men had slid their fingers into her rectum, but never anything as big as Winthrop Morgan's cock! The big thick pole that still churned in her vagina met the unwanted elongated shaft that ground ceaselessly in her rectum, and she could feel the friction of the two male instruments rubbing against each other, only a thin partition separating them inside her! COULD SHE TAKE IT? She groaned in anguish, holding onto Jim's shoulders in front of her, clinging tightly and grinding her teeth in pain. Her nakedly wide- spread ass cheeks were being harshly separated, her backside was ceaselessly filled... she was being impaled from both sides, and she struggled weakly to get away.

But to her surprise, Jim held her fast!

In spite of what Morgan might be doing to the girl, the young banker realized that he was in a situation now where anything could happen. And he was not going to back down from it. He felt a very strange kind of comradeship with Winthrop Morgan. They were both men, and they would both ravish and enjoy this hot little bitch as much as they liked, and make her like it too! He had never in his entire life done anything nearly as exciting as this, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. It was almost as though someone was watching him, but he knew that that was impossible. Savagely, he let his rock-hard penis arch upward into the young girl's wetly clasping vagina. She had started it all... not he... now she was going to finish it up!

Both of Ginnie's delicate feminine openings were now being assaulted; her clitoris was being rubbed hard against the wiry pubic hair of Jim's groin with each slap he made against her, and surging waves of pain and pressure swept through her backside as Morgan's thick rubbery staff ground deeper and deeper into her puckered little brown anus, reaching for the farthest depths of her bowels. Jim's hands moved up to her breasts, and he muttered lewd obscenities into her mouth. She was getting a lot more than she had bargained for that evening! "Atta' girl, Ginnie... Atta' girl!" Winthrop grunted behind her. The harder her inexperienced young rectum tried to expel his unwanted cock, the harder and farther he thrust into her belly. The feeling against his lust-swollen penis was masochistically wonderful. She was so tight back there that even he himself grunted with pain... in spite of the greasy lubricant which made his fevered thrusts slip easily in and out. But the pleasure he was getting far outweighed the discomfort, and he continued to bump forward against her, still clasping her tiny waist, pulling her ever back against him, while Jim pulled her constantly forward. She moved between the two highly aroused men like a big rag doll, her entire nakedly pink and white teenaged body trembling and shaking.

With long, smooth strokes Winthrop Morgan lunged the full length of his straining hardness into the helplessly exposed back passage of the teenaged girl who lay in his bed. This was a lot better than the blow job she'd given him the time before! And the idea that she was getting it from both ends was highly amusing to him, not to say extremely satisfying from a physical point of view. He made a mental note to try this again, perhaps even later that very night with some of the other guests who were in the other room.

Ginnie felt a terrible anger building up inside her. She was being used - USED - when it was she who had intended to do the using! The whole thing went completely against her nature and was directly opposite her plan for her life. That two men would use her body like this, inflicting their wills upon her own, KNOWING that they were hurting her was something she could not abide!

The cute teenager prayed that she would have the strength to endure it, and later to get revenge on both of them for doing this to her. Never had she been so totally possessed. She also remembered that right at that very moment Kay Carroll was quite probably watching the whole obscene thing, and she felt embarrassed that the older woman would see her this way, instead of the way she had intended. She had wanted Mrs. Carroll to see her making beautiful romantic love with Jim... not being stuck like a squealing pig from both ends... helplessly skewered between two rampaging cocks. She had to end it soon, one way or another.

Kay Carroll clung to the edge of the window sill. Beneath her leather gloves she knew that her knuckles must be white with strain and cold. Her feet, even though garbed in fur-lined boots were icy cold in the snow beneath the window and she was chilled through completely. Tears streamed down her face, forming icy crystals on her cheeks as she observed the horrible scene inside the house with disbelieving, horrified eyes. She had wanted to turn and run screaming some time ago, but had been unable to move from the spot. Something had kept her there, some masochism had impelled her... had made her want to see it ALL! every dirty thing that her husband was involved in!

She had wanted to melt right into the snow, to disappear from the face of the earth forever, so as not to have to face the hideous reality of what was going on in that room. But she remained through it all, a betrayed wife, watching her husband taking part in the brutal ravishment of a young girl. She could sometimes see them very clearly when the moon came out from behind the clouds. At other times they were but murky shadows, like faintly seen demons from someone's personal hell. Now she could see Jim's naked buttocks facing the window, his muscular, hairy legs... the same ones she had loved so much to look at when, before their marriage, they would go swimming out by the lake. Those same legs flexed and moved crab-like against the young girl's thighs as he flexed his hips up against her, sending his huge speeding cock high into her defenseless little womb,

Kay could see the other man behind them, and she thought that he looked familiar to her, but could not place his face... As for the girl, from time to time her pert little face became highly visible, and Kay could take in the entire shocking panorama of pain, lust, and then more wanton lust as it etched itself on her youthful features. Then suddenly Kay dropped to the ground. For a brief instant the girl's eyes had opened wide and the peering wife could have sworn that she was looking directly at her through the window.

Kay crouched, trembling in the snow. "I must have been mistaken!" she thought. "She couldn't have possibly seen me!"

But she was so frightened and emotionally exhausted that she crept along the side of the house until she got to the front, then she ran down the steps to the sidewalk, and, without once looking back, she kept on running in the cold night air, until she got far away from Turnabout Lane.

Ginnie closed her eyes tight and felt bitter tears squeezing from beneath her long mascaraed eye-lashes. She had looked directly into Kay Carroll's eyes... she was sure of it. Unless it was some trick of her imagination, she had read the horror, disgust, and hurt in the other woman's eyes. Her own torment had become a blinding force within her, and the humiliation of having been watched by the very woman she wanted to triumph over made her feel for an instant the total indecency of what she had set up for the other woman to see. But it was too late now to do anything about that! She could only bend her efforts and try to get herself out of this mess!

With an almost superhuman effort, she suddenly ground her buttocks backward, deliberately meeting the pain, meeting Winthrop Morgan's ramming cock head on. The hurt almost made her faint, but she did it again and again, desperately trying to finish him off so that she would not feel the terrible pressure of his unwanted, grease-slickened penis in her bowels. Furiously, she squirmed her backside toward him in lewd invitation to him to continue his indecent ravishment. But she had not reckoned with Jim, and with each hard back thrust she made, her clinging vagina massaged the massive instrument of his surging cock with even greater force.

"OOOOOOOHHHHH CHRIST!" he groaned, and suddenly he was bucking and churning against her, his massively pulsating penis slipping and worming itself up inside her hotly clasping cunt with new determination. Grunting and groaning into her mouth, he knew he was going to cream into her at any second. It was too good to go on for much longer!

In spite of herself Ginnie felt herself beginning to respond to Jim again. Deep inside her filled pussy a spark sprang up and then simply, without warning, exploded all out of control. Frantically she clung to his hair, her head flung back so hard that she hit Winthrop Morgan in the face. Her mouth gaped open wide, and her eyes rolled back into their sockets as she felt Jim plowing steadily into the tumultuous pit of her cunt. Behind her Morgan jerked upward into her buttocks and groaned loudly as he began to spurt thick hot jets of cum far up in the heated passage of her trembling white ass. His huge spewing cock quivered inside her, as her auburn hair flew from side to side, covering his face with its perfumed softness. She herself bucked and shimmied like an untamed animal against the two men.

"AAAAAAAAOOOOOOOO! OOOOOOHHHHHH YEEEEESSSSSS!" she cried, screaming, "Yes! YES!" over and over again as the waves of an all-powerful orgasm began to pound inside her wildly rejoicing pussy.

The two men-Jim, the up and coming young banker on the one side, and Winthrop Morgan, the well-established tycoon, on the other side- squeezed and caressed her nakedly writhing tender flesh as the final convulsive stage of their ruthless fucking took hold of them all.

Jim could feel her cumming. Her tight little cunt was thirstily kneading at his jerking cock, milking him, and he was bursting apart himself. It was all coming loose, and he could feel his long exploding penis swelling inside of her with lightning speed. He made one last surging lunge into her, and then released wave after wave of his hot, thick cum deep into the burning passage of her flaring young pussy. His hairy balls smacked wetly against the smooth inner thighs, and he pressed in, feeling her tightly climaxing vagina filling with the sticky, white fluid of his own raging orgasm.

"HOT CUNT!" he groaned into her ear. Exhausted and thoroughly delighted, he fell back from her shuddering young nakedness. His spent penis slipped from her flooded vagina, and he lay on his back breathing heavily, his naked arm pressed against the cold of the window pane next to him.

"Now that's what I call fuckin'!" he heard Winthrop Morgan's voice say.

"I agree!" Jim said softly, more to himself than to anyone else.

Jane Anderson put the teapot on the stove and turned on the fire beneath it. "What she really needs is a drink!" she said out loud to herself. In her living room, a few feet away, sat her sister-in-law, Kay. All upset and about to have a nervous breakdown because she'd discovered Jim was cheating on her! Jane went over to the cabinet and took out a bottle of brandy. She supposed that she ought to be a little more sympathetic, but she knew that her husband, Kay's brother, was not cheating on her! The other way round was more like it. She wished that more women would wise up to the fact that there's no sense sitting home alone all the time when there are interesting people in the world besides your husband!

Jane was tall and buxom, her dark hair framed her face in such a way that many people compared her to Jane Russell. She always laughed whenever anyone said this, but was inwardly pleased at the comparison. Her big breasts were always an asset wherever she went, with men anyway, and she really did not care much about women. She cared a lot about her husband, Ed, though, in spite of a few casual encounters she'd had since their marriage, and the only thing she really had to complain about was his jealousy. Why, she had not even looked at another man in months, but to hear Ed tell it, she was just champing at the bit.

"Well," she thought now as she poured some brandy for her sister-in- law, "Maybe I am!" Something about Kay's story had made her get that old gnawing feeling in the pit of her belly. Yes, it would be nice to do some just plain old fucking with someone else besides Ed... and the sooner the better! She took a small tray with the brandy and the tea pot and cups into the living room. Kay sat on the couch biting her fingernails, her long, blonde hair was a mess.

"God, you've really got it bad, kid!" Jane said putting the tray down in front of the slightly younger woman. "It's not all that horrible, honey!" She sat down next to her on the couch, letting her short skirt ride up and exposing her statuesque legs clear up to the thighs.

Kay moved over a bit. She was almost sorry that she had come. But she'd not known who to turn to after the horrible awakening about what kind of man her husband really was... and finally after giving it some thought, she'd come over to her brother's house to talk to his wife, Jane. Jane was a little crude, and Kay had not always liked her, but she knew that the older woman had much more experience than she had had with men, and consequently she hoped to get some kind of advice from her.

"You'd better drink more of that brandy than the tea, sweetie. You're shaking like a leaf! Now come on, tell me the rest! Don't tell me that you actually went to that address?"

Kay nodded her head solemnly, yes! She was going to break into tears again at any moment if Jane did not stop talking to her like that!

"Oh, Jane," she blubbered, setting her brandy glass down, "I know I'm a fool... I may have done the wrong thing... but don't make it any worse!"

Jane apologized and sat still. She'd just let her blonde sister-in-law tell her everything in her own time. They had all afternoon before Ed got back from the gas station. He'd come in around five or so to get dinner and then go back and work at night for a few hours. He owned the station and did all the repairs himself. She wondered what Ed would say if he saw his normally cool, calm, and collected sister now! Jane bet he had never seen Kay like this! Jane had always been a little jealous of her sister-in-law. What with her being married to that gorgeous hunk of bachelor, Jim. Jane thought now of the lucky young lady who was receiving his favors, wondering who'd had the guts to go after him. Jim was hardly the type of person to start anything on his own!

Jane carefully studied her young sister-in-law's face. "God, even when she's been crying all night and day, she still looks like a goddamn goddess!" she thought. "If I'd been crying like that I'd have to spend two days at home with the blinds drawn." Kay was going on meanwhile, stuttering out the entire story of the phone call and the horrid sight of what she'd seen at the house on Turnabout Lane. Jane listened, her face as passive as she could possibly make it, considering the fact that she was getting more and more excited by Kay's description of the three-way orgy.

"Whew!" she exclaimed, "That must have been really something... seeing them in there buck naked and..."

"Oh, please, Jane... PLEASE!" Kay was crying again, and Jane felt a distinct sensation of hostility toward her sister-in-law. It was probably all her fault that Jim had to look elsewhere for a little excitement, she figured. She was secretly glad that something had at last happened to shake up her prim, little housewife of a sister-in- law!

"Well, come on, kid, stop crying... you want me to help you figure out something? My feeling is that you should ignore the whole thing. Jim is just having a little fling... most men get around to it eventually... and he'll be his old self again before you know it!" She was helping herself to more of the brandy and pouring another glass for Kay as well. She said every reassuring phrase that came to her mind, all the while thinking about that address on Turnabout Lane. She remembered going to a wild party there last year, and she'd heard tell then that the host was Winthrop Morgan... It was hard to tell because everyone had been blindfolded, and Morgan was known to own over six properties in and around town. Jane was very interested to learn that the parties were on again. She'd only been able to get away one time last year, and the thought that she might get another chance to go to one of the swinging affairs was an extremely pleasant one. She needed a little fun! If only she could think of some way to get out of the house! Her husband Ed was very interested in how she spent just about every waking hour, and it wasn't going to be easy to get away once she did get herself invited to one of those parties!

"Do you really think that's the way to handle it?" Kay inquired, shakily sipping her tea, and then setting it down to lift the brandy glass which was indeed easier to handle.

"What? Oh, yes... ignore it... pretend that you do not know a thing ... get yourself a few new frilly undies and make it up to him in bed!" Jane was thinking that she herself would be very interested in "making it up" to her handsome brother-in-law herself. Maybe, one day she would get the chance!

Kay shuddered. "I won't let that filthy monster touch me! The very thought of it makes my skin crawl!!"

"Well, honey... that's not quite the right attitude..." Jane tried to persuade her husband's younger sister to be more lenient toward Jim, all the while thinking, "You little simp... what do you think you've got down there between your legs... Fort Knox?"

The two women talked until it began to grow dark outside, and Jane got up to defrost the dinner she was planning for her husband that night. It was a special lasagna dish that she had made herself a few weeks earlier and frozen so that they could enjoy the treat later on. Ed always enjoyed her good cooking and Jane was very proud that she was able to keep his stomach as well as his body satisfied. Her mother had always told her that the way to a man's heart was through his stomach, but she had never relied solely upon her dinners to keep Ed contented. Actually it wasn't so much to keep him happy that she encouraged their extremely active sexual life together. She herself seemed to need an extra amount of satisfaction, just to maintain her equilibrium. That was why she occasionally felt the urge to cheat on her husband Ed.

She made a strong, hot toddy for Kay who seemed unable to budge from the living room sofa, and then busied herself in the kitchen. She was very curious to see Ed's reaction when he came home and found his sister half-stewed in the living room. She got a little kick out of the idea that finally Kay would slip from that pedestal that Ed always kept her on. Kay was no better than anyone else... he would find that out soon enough! Her sister-in-law was finally getting a little taste of life, instead of just going around like some giant Barbie doll with a mound of flesh-colored plaster where her cunt ought to be! She was feeling so good that she began to sing in the kitchen, and shortly the wonderful arom