Chapter 4

The next morning Paul woke before Janet. He watched her for a moment as she lay quietly sleeping, her long soft lashes folded gently down on the pink and ivory of her cheeks. She looked so marvelous lying there that he couldn't bear to awaken her, so he slipped silently out of bed and dressed in the bathroom. He left the house, shutting the door carefully behind him. He had decided that he would have his breakfast at the little cafe across the street from the office.

Janet didn't wake up until nearly an hour later. She had been involved in a dream featuring huge pulsating penises coming at her from all directions and was finally awakened by their assault as they ran clear through her body as though every pore was another vagina. She woke with a start and found herself looking up at the ceiling. She lay quietly for a moment and then stretched languidly, happily. The movement of stretching her arms up over her head pulled the smooth roundness of her breasts out from under the sheet and they leaped free, white and glowing as they were pulled taut by her motion. A slight shiver of pleasure passed through her body as the tiny pink buds of her nipples scraped across the stiff edge of the sheet.

God, her body was aroused!

Never before in her life had she been so aware of the different parts of herself. Her breasts tingled and there was a warm, luxurious, staisfying dampness way up between her thighs, nestling in tight under the crisp golden curls that partly covered the hidden tunnel of her vagina.

She remained in bed a few minutes, luxuriating in her new physical self-awareness, twisting her body first this way and that in small sensuous motions before she forced herself to get up. She was glad that she was alone. She wanted this time to herself to get used to the new way she felt. She walked over to the full length mirror on the back of the bedroom door and watched expectantly as her body began to come into view. For one of the first times in her life she really took a good look at herself.

She admired the long creamy legs that merged smoothly into the soft swell of her hips. Her pubic hair was a small perfect golden triangle. Her waist was small without being hard or flat, and her rib cage swelled out as a necessary support for the round firmness of her two pink-tipped breasts. She slid her hands under her breasts, cradling their warmth in her two palms, and pressed them tightly together. She felt a deep thrill at both the sensuous feeling of it and provocative picture that looked back at her from the mirror.

Mmmmmm, she thought to herself. Yesterday had been quite a day. It all seemed like it had been a million years ago and had happened to someone else. There seemed to be so little in common between the way she felt now and the way that other Janet had been feeling for so long.

She let her mind go back over her experience yesterday with Brady. She had been horrified then, and she was still disturbed at the memory of it, at the feeling of utter degradation she had felt as she had run from the detective's office, her body soiled and used in the most humiliating fashion. But she no longer felt any hatred or resentment towards Brady. He had used her and violated her for his selfish sexual reasons and there was still no excuse for the infidelity to her husband that she had allowed herself to be trapped into, but something had happened there in that office yesterday. In one of those moments when she had been most helpless, most used and most humiliated, something had broken in her, some old festering inhibition that had caused her to bring an element of coldness, fear, and prudishness into her marriage with Paul ... and now it was gone. She was free!

When she and Paul had made love last night it had been as never before, she reflected to herself. All of her had risen to meet all of him, and they had been locked together in complete marital abandon. And this she owed, at least indirectly, to Jack Brady, whatever his personal reasons might have been. She had her friend Laura to thank for the impulse that had taken her to the big detective's office, she thought gratefully.

But there was one thing remaining at the back of her mind to trouble her. She had gone to Brady's to make her husband jealous, to win him back, and there was no need for that now. She felt that, with her new sensuality, she would be able to compete successfully against the other women that her husband had recently been involved with. No, she didn't need the detective's help any more, but there was still one little problem. The pictures!

All during their love-making yesterday, the automatic camera had been taking pictures of her and Jack Brady. She wanted those pictures back; she didn't want to take the chance of any of them ever turning up where her husband might see them. Not now!

She walked over to her dressing table and quickly pulled on her dressing gown, then moved decisively to the phone. She quickly found Brady's number and dialed. His voice came on the line in a minute.

"Mr. Brady? This is Janet Thompson," she said.

At the other end of the line, Jack Brady's face lit up as her voice reminded him of the really tremendous fuck she had given him the day before.

"Well, hello," he said with enthusiasm. "I was hoping I'd hear from you. How are you doing?"

"Mr. Brady," she said, keeping her voice business-like and ignoring his tone, "I wonder if I could come over this morning to see you at your office. It's about the pictures," she added.

"The pictures," he said. "Oh, you mean the ones we took yesterday."

"Yes, Mr. Brady. You do have them, don't you?" she said, a note of worry creeping into her voice. "I mean, the prints and the negatives, or whatever you get out of them?"

"Well, yes of course. They're all right here. They really came out well. Wait'll you get a look at them," he said, a slight snigger in his voice.

"That's good, Mr. Brady, because I want them, I should be over in about an hour." Her voice was all business again.

Damn, thought Brady. It sounds like she's going to back out of the deal. What rotten luck! She's one of the best fucks I've had in a helluva long time. He vowed to himself to make her change her mind, but his voice was purring on the phone.

"Sure, you come on over and I'll have everything ready for you," he said, and thought to himself, you bet I'll have everything ready for you, you little bitch.

Janet said good-bye and hung up. That wasn't so bad, she said to herself ... He'd really been very polite. He really was a pretty decent guy and he certainly wasn't the only one to blame for what had happened yesterday. If she hadn't let herself get in such a compromising position, the poor man probably wouldn't have got so carried away, she thought naively.

She began to get dressed then, and was a little surprised to find that she was choosing her prettiest clothes. Her skirt was just a little too daringly short to be wearing to someone's office for business. But she rationalized it to herself by thinking that she had been neglecting her appearance for too long and had really better do something about it. Her husband Paul had never before seen her in this dress and she looked forward happily to his reaction.

She couldn't help but think back to the way she and Paul had made love last night. Yes, she wanted to look good for him! And to him! She would go to see the detective and get her pictures back, and then she and Paul could begin their married life all over again.

The unsuspecting young wife felt like singing as she left the house and started downtown...

Paul Thompson, too, was thinking about the way he and Janet had made love last night. Damn, she had really turned on. He felt his cock begin a slight jerking in his pants as he remembered how she had clung to him and had kept trying to pull him deeper into her wildly bucking loins. Christ, if she was going to react like that, maybe now was the time to teach her some of the interesting bedroom innovations he had been learning from Laura and the other members of their swap group.

Mmmmmnn. And that was another thing, he reflected with some concern. That couldn't go on any longer, not if he and his young wife were to have a chance to be happy together. No, he'd have to drop out. He felt a slight twinge of regret as he thought of Laura's magnificent body and of some of the ways she had made love to him. But he pushed the thought roughly from his mind. He loved his wife and he knew he would have to give up his secret swinging activities of the last few weeks, like it or not.

Just once more, he thought. He had already promised that he would be at the next party, and he knew that he would have to go through with it. It was being held at the house of some rich friends of the Jamison's. Yes, just once more.

But if the unsuspecting young husband had known what was in store for both him and his wife, Janet, he would have picked up the phone right then and called Laura to give her some excuse why he could not come...

Jack Brady was still making his preparations for Janet's arrival when he heard the elevator door open and close outside his office. He hurriedly arranged a small lacquered box, placing it on his desk close to the chair where she would sit. Then he got up and went to the door as he heard the knock.

"Well, hello there," he said jovially as he opened the door. "I was beginning to be afraid that you wouldn't make it."

"Well, I hurried over as fast as I could," Janet answered. She remained standing nervously close to the door. She felt a little afraid now that she was actually back in the room with the man who had so humiliated her yesterday.

She looked at him out of the corner of her eye and was surprised how big he was. All she had been aware of yesterday was his ... well, never mind, she said to herself. He was asking her to sit down.

"Mr. Brady, I'm in a hurry and just came by to pick up the pictures," she began.

He cut her off. "Oh, yes, the pictures. Well, I think we'd better talk about them." He walked behind his desk and sat in the huge swivel chair, tilting back and looking down his nose at her. "Sit down," he said again with a little more authority.

Janet's stomach gave a little leap. My God, maybe he was going to blackmail her! She sat down quickly.

"Y-You, you are going to give me the pictures, aren't you?" she managed to get out.

He looked at her a moment and then burst out laughing. God, this little cunt was too much, he thought to himself.

"Sure," he boomed out. "But you did come here yesterday and put a business proposition before me, and I have to see that it's satisfactorily concluded. You're going to have a sign a release that I have turned over to you all that we contracted for."

Janet's head was starting to spin a little from these unforeseen complications. "I-I don't know what you mean," she stammered.

"Well, you're going to have to look at the pictures and make sure that they're all there and then sign for them. You wouldn't want anyone to believe that I might be holding some of them back, would you?" He laughed a little.

"No, but do I really have to look at them?" She didn't see how she could face the proof of her infidelity with this man. Her face was already beginning to flush from embarrassment just at the thought.

"Yep," he said good-humoredly. "I just can't see any other way." With that he reached into the desk drawer before him, pulled out a large folder, and set it on the desk in front of her. She stared at it fixedly for a moment, afraid to move. He was savoring the suspense he held her in, a leer hidden somewhere deep inside of him, and then he opened the folder.

She gasped as she saw the first of the pictures. She had only caught a glimpse of it, but that was enough. She could see a large photograph of the detective's dark head buried deep between the contrasting whiteness of her own widespread thighs. There was a disgusting look of pure animal lust on her face in the picture. She had to look away; she felt a little sick.

"Hey, what's the matter?" he said. "You don't look so well. Can I get you anything? Would you like a drink?"

"Oh, no thank you," she blurted out. She had promised herself before she had come here today that she was not going to drink anything. She remembered the dulling effect the Pernod had had on her inhibitions yesterday.

"Well, how about a cigarette, then? You look like you could use one."

"No, thanks. I don't smoke."

"Oh, really?" he said. "Sometime's I wish I didn't. Did you ever smoke, or were you one of those people who managed to give it up?"

"Oh, nothing like that," she answered, glad of anything that would change the subject away from the lewd spectacle of the pictures spread before her on the desk. "I've tried to smoke a few times, but it always burned my throat and made me feel sick. I suppose that sometimes it would be better if I did smoke. I'm kind of a nervous person, and I've heard that smoking can calm you down a little."

"I know what you mean," he answered in a friendly manner. "I used to have the same problem, but I found that I had been trying the wrong kind of cigarettes. I finally found a Mexican brand that's particularly mild. Would you like to try one?" He reached forward and opened the lid of the little lacquered box. Inside, Janet could see a half dozen thin brownish-colored cigarettes that looked like none that she had ever seen before.

"No thanks," she replied, even though secretly wanting to take one. She knew she had to get back to the pictures soon and any delay would be welcome.

"Oh, come on," he insisted. "I've got a whole carton of them at home. I really think you'll like them." Janet didn't seem to notice the growing tension in his manner.

"Well, all right," she said and, taking one of the dark wrinkled looked cigarettes from the box, raised it to her lips. Brady quickly leaned forward and held the flame from his lighter to the end of the cigarette. There were little beads of sweat on his upper lip.

"The best way to smoke this particular brand," he said casually, "is to inhale deeply and then hold it in for a little while." Janet hesitated a moment and then did just as he had told her. Brady barely managed to hide a wild gleam of triumph that came into his eyes as he saw the tip of the cigarette glow brightly as she drew the smoke into her lungs. God, he thought to himself. What a break that he had had the cigarettes on hand when she had called. They were marijuana!

Janet was surprised by the odd taste the smoke had as she inhaled. It was unlike any other cigarette she had ever smelled. Musty and strong, but not unpleasant. She held the smoke in her lungs for a few seconds as she had been ordered to. At first she felt nothing, then a warm tingling began to spread throughout her body and she felt more relaxed at once. She inhaled again.

This time she felt the room around her sway a little and then it was as if everything had become new. She saw everything in a new light as the conscience-killing drug began to seep into her blood stream.

She found herself wondering why she had ever been frightened of Jack Brady. He was really very friendly. In fact, she wondered why she had ever been frightened of anything. She felt very good about the whole world just at that moment.

Her eyes had been moving aimlessly about the room and now they fell on the photograph lying on the desk. She felt curious now, and picked up another one of the pictures. She looked at it first with a kind of impersonal interest. It showed Brady crouched between her wide open thighs, the tip of his lust-swollen penis flattened against the moistly glistening opening to her vagina. It was not until she had got to the next pictures which showed Brady's massively thickened penis buried deep in her, only about an inch of its gleaming trunk protruding from her down-covered vagina, that she began to remember the deliciously lewd sensations that had flooded through her ravaged body yesterday. She almost bent forward as she felt a pulsing throb begin deep inside her sensually awakening vagina.

She began to look through the pictures more quickly now. Her breath was coming faster and faster until she was almost panting. The dazed young blonde had not noticed that Brady was lighting another one of the dark brown marijuana cigarettes until he had handed it to her, already burning. She greedily drew the conscience-killing fumes deep into her lungs, savoring the warm, sensuous waves that washed in giddy pleasure through her body. Little ripples of feeling chased over her soft flesh, and she could feel her nipples unexpectedly hardening under her brassiere.

More and more of the pictures passed before her, and now her body and mind were reliving the entire experience she had undergone here yesterday. She could feel her underwear grow wet and warm high up between her trembling thighs from the warm lubricants that were beginning to flow from her vagina ... her vagina which was now beginning to slowly palpitate as if Brady's wonderfully thick cock was actually once again sunk deep inside her belly, plundering the wealth of her trembling body.

Janet had been so lost in her own remembered ecstasy that she had forgotten where she was, but then her eyes were attracted away from the pictures by a movement on the other side of the desk, and she looked up to see that Brady was now smoking one of the odd cigarettes himself. His eyes looked a little glassy already, but she didn't notice. Instead, her drugged mind had little difficulty in separating the man sitting there from the man in the pictures, and he seemed somehow just an extension of the sensuousness that was now racing through her own thoroughly aroused body.

It took her a moment to realize that she was sitting across from the man who had finally awakened her slumbering body and had made it possible for her to have such a complete sexual experience with her husband, Paul, last night. A warm feeling of gratitude flooded over her. She wondered what she could do to repay him. She looked back down at the pictures that showed his head buried deep between her thighs ... and then she knew. She looked up again and smiled at him sweetly. That surprised him for a moment.

"Uh, you like the pictures, Mrs. Thompson?"

"Very much," Janet said, and then looked at him boldly, her courage magnified by the conscience-killing marijuana fumes. Her body was raging half out of control now, set on fire by the lascivious scenes portrayed in the photographs and her sharp memories of what this man had done to her. She continued.

"Yes, they are very good. But do you think that there are enough of them? Why, they're all pretty one sided. They just show you doing things to me. Wouldn't it be better if, you know..." her voice trailed away suggestively.

Brady couldn't believe his ears. Jesus Christ, the little bitch was actually propositioning him! My God, he'd never seen the marijuana work this fast, he thought to himself.

He really wasn't aware what effect the tremendous fucking he had given her yesterday had had on her, wasn't aware that her ripe young body was now thoroughly aroused and sensual as never before. The drug had only removed the last few vestiges of fear that usually held her back from the sex act. He didn't know all the details but certainly he wasn't going to let such an opportunity pass.

He stood up and said, slowly, "Well, maybe you'd better show me what you have in mind." Without looking at her, he moved towards the door to the photo studio. Janet stood up too, and was surprised to find that she was swaying a little. She was confused a moment, and then thought that maybe she was allergic to the cigarettes.

Brady was holding the door open for her when she reached it. She stood in the doorway for a moment and then her eyes fell on the huge double bed that had been the scene of her shame, her pleasure, yesterday. A slight shock rippled through her body as her conscience screamed for her not to go in that room again, not if she loved her husband. But her conscience was slowly being smothered under the soft billows of the marijuana fumes that were swirling heavily through her fogged brain. The moment passed ... and she went in.

"Do you have your cameras ready, Mr. Brady?" she asked as she turned around slowly and seductively. Her hands were already working at the buttons of her blouse, and after a few deft movements, she pulled it from her body and threw it carelessly into a chair. She was standing before Brady, naked to the waist except for her brassiere and he gasped as her hands went behind her back to loosen the clasp. He saw the tight-stretched material come free, and then the beautiful young wife was sliding the loops down her arms; the brassiere slid the rest of the way off by itself. Her beautifully rounded breasts leaped free then, quivering a little from her movements, and her berry-like nipples began to harden as they were exposed to the cool air of the room. She did a little turn in front of him, holding her arms up over her head so that he would be able to get a complete view of her tautly-stretched breasts.

Brady had started to step forward to take her in his arms, but Janet was already unfastening her skirt. The drugged young wife slipped it quickly down her sensuously curved thighs and let if fall in a soft puddle around her ankles. Then, she was standing silently, just wearing her high-heeled shoes, stockings, and a pair of little bikini panties which she had pulled on over her garter belt.

Never taking her eyes from him, she slid her fingers under the tight elastic waistband of her panties and began to pull them down, but very slowly. When the first golden strands of her pussy hair came into view, she stopped, and looked at Brady teasingly.

The private detective was on fire now, driven mad with desire at the lewd scene this seemingly innocent girl was performing before him. His wildly aroused cock was beginning to swell in his pants, and he felt that if it got any bigger it would split the material.

Janet could not keep her hips from moving in eager little circles as her thumbs drew the smooth nylon of her panties lower and lower and her fingers trailed slowly across the sensitive flesh of her now wildly-excited pubic area. Teasingly, she slid them down a little more, and Brady had his first glimpse of her cunt shining wetly through the soft golden fleece. Her panties were down on her thighs now, and Brady could see several passion-wetted strands of her pussy hair sticking to the inside of the panties as they slid lower. And then the panties were gone. She kicked them free and was standing there wearing only her stockings, garter-belt and high-heeled shoes. She had reached for the clasp on her garter belt but Brady stopped her.

"No, no," he gasped hoarsely. "Leave them on, leave them on."

Janet looked confused for a moment, but her hands came away and she stood up, proud and straight. The contrast of the black lace of her garter belt against the milky-white of her inner thighs and buttocks made her look more naked than if she had been wearing nothing at all.

Swaying seductively, the drugged young blonde walked up to Brady and began to fumble with his belt. It took her a moment to complete the unaccustomed task, and then she quickly slid the zipper down and reached inside, her hand searching for the warm hardness of his throbbing penis. Her fingers lovingly wrapped around its thick shaft and squeezed. A low groan came from the private detective's lips and he involuntarily thrust his hips forward, goaded by the intense feelings that were beginning to course through his inflamed nerves. He felt as if his wildly throbbing cock was going to explode at any second as Janet worked it out through the opening in his pants. As soon as his penis was standing out, thick, stiff, and pulsating in front of him, she slowly slid the palms of her hands along the hard shaft until she was able to cup the swollen tip in her fingers.

Brady groaned again and began to tear at his clothes. In a few seconds he was standing naked before her, his eagerly pulsing cock jerking upwards a little more with each of his heartbeats. He could stand it no longer and, reaching out, he crushed the young wife's voluptuously ripened body to him. When he pressed his open mouth tightly against hers, she immediately thrust her tongue deep into his mouth in a wordless gesture of passion.

"Oh, God, baby," he whispered into her mouth. "I want you to suck my cock ... just like I sucked your cunt yesterday."

She nodded her head gently in agreement, his mouth still locked tightly to hers. Through the swirling vapors of marijuana dulling her brain and conscience, Janet knew this was the moment she should have dreaded, but now it seemed such a small thing to do for this man who had brought such a wild, delicious response from her loins only yesterday. She had done that partly in revenge against her husband, but instead, he had shown her what one person could really give to another. She wanted to do it for him, she wanted with all her heart to repay him with pleasure for the ultimate kindness he had bestowed on her.

They fell back nakedly together on the bed. Brady lay with his leg thrown over her, his chin nestled against her shoulder as their breathing mingled. Their closeness excited the detective even more.

Janet could feel his massively heated penis lying across her thigh, could feel it throbbing almost in unison with their labored breathing. "Are you realy for me to suck, darling?" she whispered in his ear, the sound of her lewd question as exciting to her as she knew they were to him.

"Yes," he moaned. "Oh, God, yes."

She began slowly then, first running her tongue down the hollows of his neck and to his chest. She found the small male nipples and nipped gently at them, not sure they would respond. To her pleasant surprise, they did, and she could feel him twist slightly from the strange sensation. She did not know much about the male body and worked slowly to learn. With one hand she reached down and grasped his hotly throbbing penis between her fingers as she worked lower and lower with her tongue licking wetly at his flesh. She remembered the wild sensations that had run through her own body when he had licked at her navel yesterday and conferred the same on him, running her tongue hotly around inside it until she felt his stomach begin to lurch beneath her. He was hairy and she could feel the soft wiriness of it against her lips and face as she moved.

Finally, she was crouched at his side, her lushly naked body at right angles to his, her feet still wearing high heels and black nylon hosiery hanging over the edge of the bed. Her lovely young face was over his loins as she continued the gentle stroking back and forth of his thick foreskin. Her wetly parted lips were a bare inch away from the lust-swollen tip, and she opened her mouth and breathed softly against it, allowing her hot breath to flow over the moist cock-head with a maddening slowness.

"Oh, God, suck it now, baby," she heard him groan lewdly. His words excited her, and for just an instant she wondered what her own husband's face would be like if he could see her doing this obscene thing, willingly, to another man. It was her conscience again, struggling to free itself from the murderous assault of the marijuana, but its small shrill voice weakened and went under for the last time, finally finished.

Her tongue flicked out, its little pink tip coming into warm wet contact with the sensitive head of his excitedly throbbing cock. She circled it about the smooth rubbery flesh as he groaned and twisted above from the cruel teasing she was subjecting him to. Her slowly searching tongue found the warm droplets of seminal fluid seeping from the tiny opening at the tip and darted wetly into the glans. The sharp pungent taste and odor caused her mouth to salivate and her nostrils to flare slightly. One hand dropped to the base of his virilely stiffened penis and gently cupped his sperm-bloated testicles, grazing her nails tantalizingly over the leathery flesh of the scrotum. The other hand she placed at the thick base of his shaft where it soared from the curly black pubic hair covering his lower stomach. She used her thumb and forefinger to pull down hard, skinning back the foreskin until the throbbing bluish-red cock-head stood alone and naked against the warm softness of her lips. She began planting moist kisses around it, starting at the tip and tracing a hot path down the full length of it to the base and then wetly back up to the tip again. She played longer than she knew she should, not being able just yet to bring herself to take it into her mouth.

But Brady could take it no more. With a gurgle deep in his throat he reached down, tangled his fingers in her hair, and thrust his loins up with the strength of a bull. The drug-dazed young wife resisted for a moment, doubts running wildly through her mind, but it was too late. The thick spongy head rammed inside, crushing through her wetly parted lips, between the whiteness of her teeth and into the warm saliva of her mouth. She could feel his hard rod of hotly pulsating flesh rub the full length of her tongue, almost embedding itself deep in her throat.

She closed her eyes to keep from choking. Saliva seemed to fill her mouth, all of it, except that filled by Brady's great fleshy shaft, now protruding banana-like from her ovaled lips.

"OOOOOH, God, honey, your mouth is like fire," she heard him murmur as he began a slow rhythmic undulation of his hips and started fucking in and out of her young mouth.

'Tighten your lips and suck harder," he ordered from above, his voice coarse and thick from passion.

Janet did his bidding, feeling at the same time the masochistic excitement growing again in her own body from the mean, debasing thought of her mouth being used this way by a virtual stranger. She sucked demon-like, swishing her tongue with vengeance around and around the hotly throbbing head sliding in and out of her mouth ... she sucked to end it, her head bobbing like a cork in stormy seas over his pumping loins. The masochistic joy of being used, used like a dirty whore, permeated her body in warm tingling ripples of excitement. Submissive mewling sounds came from her lips locked tightly around his thrusting cock. She knew this man was going to pump his lewd white sperm into her mouth until it ran from the edges of her lips in sticky white trails of blissful sensation that could be matched by nothing else in the world.

Brady looked down at the nakedly kneeling young blonde, reveling in the sight of his wetly glistening cock as it disappeared again and again into her wildly sucking mouth. Her profile was turned to him, and the golden flood of her hair which hung down in a silken pool on his twisting stomach partially blotted out the lewd scene of her passion-distorted face. A spasm shot through his heaving body as her tongue like velvet fire wrapped around the sensitive tip of his pistoning cock. He knew then that he had to have more of her, as his eyes traveled greedily over the ripe contours of her body crouched submissively down beside him on the bed.

He reached forward with his right hand and passed it slowly across one of her smoothly rounded hips. He could see the small blonde tuft of her pussy hair protruding down between her thighs, which were tucked under her as she knelt next to him. He let his wondering fingers slip gently into the damp crevice of her buttocks and then move forward, searching for the soft warmth of her moistening genitals. He found his goal and eagerly dipped his outstretched middle finger into the wetly heated depths of her pussy. Janet's body gave a little leap as he began to explore the slick cuntal sheath, but she continued to suck hungrily at his still-swelling cock, her cheeks hollowing with the effort.

God, he thought. It was almost too much to take, seeing her sucking, her lush young body swaying next to him. Abruptly he wanted to join in this lewdly exciting spectacle, but his cock must stay lodged in her soft warm mouth. It would have to stay there until he finally shot his hot load of churning sperm deep down into her greedy little throat. But that. wouldn't prevent a little sixty-nineing, he thought eagerly.

He began to pull her whitely rounded buttocks closer to his head. She looked sideways in puzzlement at him, keeping her hungrily sucking lips clamped to his bursting cock. Then she thought she understood what he wanted, and moved around so that her knees were crouched on the bed right next to his head.

Wrapping his powerful hands around the softness of her hips, he picked her up then with a strength born of passion and placed her so that her knees were no on each side of his head. Her nakedly crouching body was right above his face now with the tiny puckered brown ring of her anus and her wildly excited vagina completely exposed to his lewd gaze. He reached up around her legs and, using his fingers, slowly parted the sparse blonde hair that partially hid the hot pink slit of her cunt.

He slid his thumbs inside her pussy lips and spread them; their warm lubricant, slowly streaming down to the palms of his hands. The tiny swollen bud of her clitoris leaped into view, freed of its fleshy prison. He stared upwards a moment, relishing the helpless and exposed position of the girl above him, and then his tongue shot out, snake-like, and brushed the sensitive tip of her erect little clitoris.

The result was more than he had expected. Janet seemed to freeze for a moment, then her body heaved in a gigantic spasm at this totally unexpected assault, and her head jerked up and back. The entire shaft of his frantically throbbing cock came out of her mouth with a slight popping sound as her lips slipped over the end of it, and he felt a cool rush of air hit its saliva-wet surface. She might have jumped completely clear of him if his arms hadn't been securely locked around her straining thighs. He reached quickly around her and tangling his hands once again in her thick blonde hair, he forced her soft warm mouth back down over his massively heated cock-head. She choked once, but went dutifully back to her frenzied sucking.

"Keep it up, goddamn it! Don't stop for anything!" he snarled up at her, his voice partially muffled by her moist cuntal opening poised over his sweating face.

He positioned her hips again and once more his tongue shot out and caressed the rigid tinyness of her pulsating clitoris. She groaned over him and her hips shuddered from the almost unbearable sensual impact of his hotly spearing tongue, but she kept her lips tightly clasped to his long thick cock which was thrusting deep into her mouth. Then he began to slide her tongue slowly up and down the passion-wet crevice of her cunt, flicking it expertly over the now excitedly swollen mound of her clitoris.

"Uuuuuuumgh, uugh," her voice was muffled by the thick shaft of his enormous cock filling her mouth. Her hips involuntarily began a slow revolving motion over his gloating face. He increased the speed of his tongue, and felt her sensually ripened body respond in a long continuous shudder.

God, he had the bitch at his mercy now. She was his to do with as he wanted! He began ramming his eagerly pulsating cock up harder against her tightly ovaled lips until he could feel the bloated tip striking against the back of her throat. He felt her struggle to keep from gagging, but she continued in her excited sucking. Hot waves of incredible sensation were flowing up his body from his burning cock, heated almost beyond endurance in the fiery depths of her sucking mouth.

He drew his tongue back away from the pinkness of her cuntal lips tor a moment. They were wet now, both from his own saliva and from the natural lubricants that flowed from deep inside her as her passion mounted. Her hips were beginning to come lower, pressing against his face in search of more of his lewd caresses when once again his tongue shot out snake-like, and this time speared deep into the hot gushing depths of her defenselessly quivering vagma.

"Aaaaooouuugh," the sound bubbled out from the tight seal of her lips around the swollen base of his thrusting penis. Her hips rose up high above his face, hung trembling for a moment, then crashed down wildly, trying to drive the white-hot spear of his tongue deeper into her palpitating depths. She began a wild grinding motion, pressing her wetness hard against his face. Her hands slipped under his thighs and she cupped his huge testicles in her hands and began to knead them in an abandoned frenzy, while her mouth sucked harder and harder. He could feel the tips of her teeth scraping maddeningly against the sensitive underside of his cock as he drove it relentlessly time and time again up into her face.

Something had to give, and it was her. Brady felt the first of a series of wild convulsions that began to wrack her lust-tortured young body. Incoherent muffled cries escaped from her cock-filled mouth, and she rammed herself down even harder against the merciless tongue that was stabbing into her wildly quivering cunt from below. Her fingers began to close spasmodically over his now aching balls and, at the same time, her tongue worked more wildly inside her mouth against his ever-swelling cock.

Then she came. Gush after gush of the thick sweet sex fluids poured from her clasping cunt and ran on down over Brady's straining face, her nylon-clad knees clasping tightly around his head until he thought his ears would burst.

And just at that moment, he felt his own orgasm starting!

Great swirls of heat were building deep, deep in his balls as she sucked blindly, automatically above him. He could feel tiny rivulets of sweat rolling in thin droplets from the sides of her nakedly shuddering body as she bucked over him like a demon gone mad. The muscles of his stomach tightened until he thought they would snap from the pressure as he arched his back up off the bed, pushing even further between the soft warm moistness of her lips. He could feel the thin ridges of flesh pulled out from her mouth as they clung greedily to his thrusting cock.

He groaned over and over again, his lips working crazily and incoherent mutterings spitting from between his clenched teeth. Suddenly he gasped. The moment was here and a low guttural sound started from somewhere deep in his chest, partly muffled by the warm pussy flesh pressed down against his contorted face, and he felt the hot sperm begin its mad dash from the sanctity of his balls and begin spewing into her gluttonously sucking mouth.

Janet's cheeks expanded and hollowed, fish-like, as she greedily swallowed the warm flooding gushes to keep from choking. She went on sucking wildly as he emptied his white-hot sperm into the wetness of her mouth. His hands had reached down and were now cruelly tangled in her hair, holding her head to the throbbing of his loins as he pushed his spewing instrument all the way down to her tonsils. She coughed sporadically as she swallowed, trying to regain her breath. He moaned his last and grunted finally in complete fulfillment. Slowly, his cock deflated in her mouth, but she continued a gentle sucking, drawing every last drop of the white hot cum from his battered cock.

And then there was nothing else.

They had sucked each other dry, and with a groan, he rolled her away from him, and they lay, gasping, head to toe. Janet slowly sat up and then crawled over his body to cradle his head against the warm softness of her still heaving breasts. She bent down and kissed him full on the lips, their sexual fluids mingling lewdly as their wet mouths slid over one another.

"Did did I do all right?" she asked innocently as she pulled back from him, a thin string of the sticky cum trailing obscenely from her lips.

He looked up at her incredulously for a moment. "Yeah, baby, yeah. You did just fine," he answered, a grin of satisfaction on his smeared face.

"Good, I I mean, then, I'm happy. You see, I just wanted to give back, I mean oh, I guess I don't really know what I mean," Janet said, shaking her head dizzily, a confused expression on her face. She sat up with an effort and tried unsuccessfully to think. She shook her head again. All she knew was that she felt so funny.

Brady realized the drug was wearing off, and quickly got up from the bed. He didn't want to have any scenes here, and he knew that this innocent young wife would feel tricked and betrayed when she finally had control of her own mind again. He dressed quickly, at the same time letting his eyes feast greedily for one last time on Janet's nakedly voluptuous body, still splayed lewdly on the bed, too satiated to move.

"Come on, baby. Daddy's gonna help," he said as he got the sexually exhausted girl to her feet and began to dress her. He could not resist running his hands for one last time through the tattered dampness of her vaginal slit as he helped slide her panties over the moist smoothness of her snow-white thighs.. Janet shuddered a little as his finger tips came into contact with her tingling sensitiveness and tried to kiss him again, but he held her at arm's length.

It was only a short time until he was helping Janet, now fully clothed, toward the elevator. He held the elevator door open for her with one hand as he ushered her in.

"Come on back anytime, sweetheart," he grinned, "and we'll have another nice conversation." Those were the last words Janet heard before the door closed and the elevator began dropping smoothly down its shaft. She was still smiling a little blankly as she walked slowly from the building out onto the sidewalk.

The blinding sunlight of the early afternoon hurt her eyes for a moment and confused her mind even more. Ooooh, God, she knew she had something to think about, the thought flashed through her slowly awakening mind, and she automatically headed for a small park down the street. Her mind was clearing fast now, and by the time she finally sank down wearily onto a bench, she knew she was in trouble.

Wave after wave of lewd and shameful memories began to flood through her mind. The drug had crippled, almost killed her conscience, but it had not kept her from experiencing and remembering fully everything that had happened in the detective's studio. Indeed, the drug had even intensified her feelings and perceptions while she had been performing her disgusting and shameful acts with him. And she could remember it all, all of it in perfect detail! The image, the feel, even the strong masculine odor of Brady's huge penis as it had projected from her ovaled and wildly-sucking lips came back to her with a maddening clarity. Oh, God. She buried her face in her hands. What had she done?

It was a long time before her spinning, whirling mind was able to sort out the true horror of her situation. And then it came to her, much to her surprise, that it was not the supposedly lewd and perverted nature of the acts she had engaged in with Brady that was bothering her. No, her full sensuality had been awakened once and for all yesterday, and she could not be ashamed of the power of the physical desires. No, it wasn't that! It was her betrayal of her husband, Paul. She knew she could never be forgiven that.

True, he had been unfaithful to her, she thought to herself. But hadn't that been because she had refused him the full physical and emotional satisfaction that he had sought first from her? She had no such excuse herself, she thought, writhing inwardly at the shame of her own inexcusable faithlessness. It had been her lack of control over her own animal hungers that had let her succumb again in shameless sexual surrender to the same man who had so used and humiliated her only the day before. Just like a whore, a common whore.

She might have sat for hours on the bench had not a drunk stumbled along, and seeing the beautiful young blonde by herself, crashed down on the bench next to her and tried to put his arm around her shoulders. His mouth dropped open as she jumped up, her eyes opened wide in fright, and ran off down the path.

Oh, God, she thought frantically. Could everyone tell what a whore she was? It was a full minute before the next logical thought hit her. She'd never be able to hide it from Paul. No, she was just too upset. He had not noticed last night, but she knew that something, anything could give her away now. She just couldn't face him! She knew she couldn't go home, not tonight anyway. But where? Her mind wandered a moment back over the last two days, and then she remembered that Laura had given her the name of the detective. Laura! Janet's innocent young mind never for a moment thought of blaming Laura for what had happened. Instead her mind fastened on the older, stronger woman like a drowning swimmer clutches hold of a floating log, and she knew she would have to go to her.

Laura would help her!