Simon Jillson

Real estate saleswoman

CHAPTER ONE

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

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

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

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

***

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

"Mark!" Judy protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Judy had quit as soon as she could.

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER TWO

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

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

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

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

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

"Good morning, Mrs. Penncroft."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But…"

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

"I'd rather…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not enough," Shein panted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Just an alternate."

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

"Mr. Shein, I…"

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

"Mr. Shein!" Judy protested.

"On your mark," he commanded.

"But…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Judy remained silent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

Still, she had done what she had done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THREE

"Judy? How'd it go?"

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

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

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

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

Judy frowned. "Your knees again?"

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

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

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

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

"Think it'll all pan out?"

"It has to," she said quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ummm hmmm," he acknowledged.

"Feeling better?"

"For now…"

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

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

"Chili."

"Again?"

"On rice. Makes the meat go farther."

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

Judy shook her head. "No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Okay, okay," Mark soothed.

"Sorry," she apologized.

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

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

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

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

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

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

They were both silent for a while.

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

They finished dinner in silence.

CHAPTER FOUR

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

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

"But…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Judy asked, puzzled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Very impressive," he acknowledged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Including the master bedroom?" the man asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Never," she croaked in a hoarse whisper.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aaaaahhhh, God!" she yelled in shock.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Want it?" McCarter asked softly.

"Yes," Judy said in a croaking gasp.

"Then talk," he ordered.

"No!" Judy yelled defiantly.

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

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

"Why are you doing this?" McCarter asked.

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

"Please," she mumbled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Tut-tut," he chided.

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

"I sure as hell would," he acknowledged.

"You admit it?" she asked, surprised.

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

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

"You're right."

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then he relaxed.

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

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

"Mrs. Penncroft?" Andrew McCarter began.

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

"You've got yourself a sale."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

McCarter quickly helped her get the covers straight.

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

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

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

"I'd appreciate that."

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

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

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

Judy digested this slowly. "Is that true?"

"What do you think?"

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

"You should know," he said, laughing.

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

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

"What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Not good. See you Monday, maybe."

"Maybe."

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

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

CHAPTER FIVE

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hello?" Judy answered fearfully.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you, Mrs. Penncroft."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That would be very nice," Judy agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh?"

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

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

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

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

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

Judy shivered.

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

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

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

"What?" Judy croaked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I have always disliked this place."

"But you said…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I wouldn't…"

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER SIX

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh yeah? How?" Dick demanded.

"Secret."

"Come on, you're bullshitting me."

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

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

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

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

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

"You chicken?" Cindy challenged.

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

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

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

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

"Right here."

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

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

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

"Where?" Dick asked.

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

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

Judy wondered what was going on in the darkness.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"How about it?" Judy asked dubiously.

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

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

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

"The judges are prejudiced," Cindy said sourly.

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

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

Judy was surprised at Cindy's vehemence.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let me help," Sam offered gallantly.

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

"Come on," Cindy urged.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"But…" Judy stuttered.

"Chicken!" Cindy snapped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Huh?" Judy asked, winded and bewildered.

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

"But…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER SEVEN

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Fine, thanks."

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

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

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

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

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

"They won't say, exactly."

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

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

"Too expensive?" Judy pried.

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

"Then I don't understand."

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

"That doesn't make any sense."

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

"That makes sense," Judy agreed.

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

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

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

"Huh?" Judy asked suspiciously.

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

"But…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm not expecting any calls."

"See you tomorrow."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Judy's feeling of eager anticipation was fading rapidly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It reminded Judy of a small gray mouse building a nest.

"Aaahhh, yes, here we are," Caldwell chirped, extracting a long form from the heap. "McCarter, Andrew A.. Uhm hmm. Hmmmmm." He unfolded the application and looked it over carefully. "Yes, this all seems to be in order." He looked at Judy again.

Judy's exasperation was increasing. She was beginning to think nothing was going to get through to this creature. She casually let the top button of her blouse slip through the hole.

"Why won't you give him the mortgage?" she asked again. "He has an excellent credit rating, there is no disagreement over the interest rate, and you have an appraisal of over one and a half million on the house in question."

Caldwell's necktie bobbed peculiarly as he swallowed hard. His eyes kept straying from Judy's face down to the vee of her unbuttoned shirt. "Ahem, well, yes, indeed," he agreed. "But, you must admit we are discussing a very large sum of money."

Judy was toying with the second button now. "Certainly. But I was under the impression that the business of banks was to loan large sums of money. An eight percent return on your investment, especially an investment of this size, is hardly trivial." She could see a film of sweat forming on the man's pink forehead.

"Ahum, well, that is true," he wheezed. "However, with interest rates as high as they are, the return on eight percent is really minimal."

Judy decided to play dumb. "I don't understand. Perhaps if you worked it out for me on paper?"

"Well, um, it's really very simple," Caldwell explained, pulling a yellow pad over in front of him. "For the sake of simplicity, we'll take one million dollars. Now, we can either loan it out in one large lump, at eight percent," he explained, scribbling on the pad.

Judy wasn't listening. She got gracefully up from her chair and went around behind it. As she passed the door, she casually reached out and locked it. Then she went and stood behind Milton Caldwell. She unbuttoned the second button on her blouse.

"I see what you are driving at," she murmured softly, carefully pressing the soft warmth of one of her breasts against the man's head as she leaned over him. He turned his head, and for a moment Judy had the insane feeling he was searching for her tit to suckle on just the way a hungry baby does.

"Now," Caldwell squeaked, "if we break that million into smaller amounts, of, say, ten loans of one hundred thousand each, the picture changes radically."

Judy eased around beside him and leaned over, her hands on the desk. Her breasts swayed enticingly inside her open blouse. "What are the exact figures on that?" she asked, one eye on the electronic calculator near her left hand.

"Well, now the problem gets more complex," Caldwell pointed out. He reached for the calculator.

Judy intercepted him, putting her hand on top of his and pinning it to the desk. She turned and looked him full in the face, noting how his color was shifting from pink to red, and washing out the stripe in his tie. "Why, I'm surprised that a man of your intellect can't do that in his head," she flattered him. His eyes were watering as his gaze bounced desperately from her face to her breasts. His flabby lips were shining.

"Well, yes, of course," he admitted. "I used to do it that way before I got the calculator."

"You know, Mr. Caldwell, you are a very interesting man," Judy informed him in a soft, sexy voice. She was still holding his hand.

"Oh, no," he protested softly.

"Why, you are, too," Judy insisted, letting his hand go and turning to sit on his desk. Crossing her legs, she kicked off her sandals. Then she folded her arms under her breasts and lifted and pressed them inward. "Why, I'm sure Mrs. Caldwell has a great deal of difficulty keeping her hands off you."

"There is – cough – there is no Mrs. Caldwell," the banker mumbled nervously. "Now, as I was saying, if we…"

"No Mrs. Caldwell!" Judy exclaimed. "Why, that's unbelieveable! Oh, but wait, I understand. A man of your qualities and talents doesn't want to be tied down to just one woman. Mr. Caldwell, you are a devil, aren't you – the gay bachelor."

Not really "gay" Judy prayed softly.

"Well, I, uhm, I – aaahhhh. Yes, I am a bachelor," he admitted.

Judy had the feeling the banker was suddenly finding his pants a little too tight. She wondered if he still lived with his mother. She unbuttoned still another button.

"Now, I've got to keep my mind on business," she insisted. "You were saying about the loan?" She twisted sideways and leaned forward, giving him a totally unobstructed view of her pale breasts and their pink tips.

Caldwell's hand shook as he picked up a pencil. The numbers on the pad were a meaningless jumble. He kept seeing Mrs. Penncroft's bare breasts inside her blouse. They were practically in front of his nose, tantalizing soft mounds with pink tips as delectable and exciting as anything he had ever seen in his life. There was a subtle pain in his chest from the sight of this small woman's graceful, feminine torso within her blouse. And why were his pants suddenly so tight and uncomfortable?

Judy knew she almost had him. She let her arms slide the length of his desk, bulldozing a drift of papers along. The telephone toppled off the desk and bounced on the carpet with a soft ring.

"Yes, Mr. Caldwell," the receptionist said tinnily from the receiver.

Caldwell scrabbled for the phone, picked it up and muttered something, then hung up.

Judy was lying on his desk, on her side. She stroked one leg sensuously against the other. "I'm sorry," she groaned, "I just can't keep my mind on business in your presence. I am just too hot!"

She unbuttoned the last button of her blouse and spread it open to reveal one delicate breast.

"Mrs. Penn… Mrs. Penncroft, wh-what in the world are you doing?" he stuttered in a strangled voice.

Judy was holding her head propped up with one hand. With the other, she reached over and eased the banker's suit jacket back off one shoulder and then the other. "Aren't you terribly warm in all those clothes?" she asked softly. "It is very warm in here. Why, you're even perspiring!"

"Yes, yes, I guess it is rather warm. The air conditioning must have broken down," Caldwell agreed. He shed his jacket with Judy's help.

"I am just so warm," Judy purred, rolling on her back on the desk. She felt the calendar digging into her shoulder and shoved it aside. Then she sensuously wriggled out of her blouse.

Milton Caldwell was at a total loss. He had never, ever encountered anything like this. Why, the woman was practically naked! Right in the middle of his desk! And her breasts, they looked so soft and exciting, like mounds of ice cream. They were delicious gentle white hills, with sharp pink points. What would happen if he touched them? They were just too inviting not to. He reached out with shaking fingers and gently brushed the pink points – and jerked his hand back when he felt an electric charge streak up his arm. He had never before touched anything so incredibly hot and exciting.

"Oh, yes," Judy hissed. Her passion was becoming real. Something about seducing this balding innocent was incredibly exciting. The gentle, shy touch of his fingers on her tits made her breasts burn with excitement. She reached down and unfastened her skirt. Then she lifted her hips off the desk and eased her skirt down over her thighs, let it slide down her legs and kicked it off.

The wood of the desk was cool against her buttocks, even through her panties. Nearly naked, Judy writhed sensuously on the banker's desk. She rubbed the insides of her thighs together, thrilling to the feel of satin skin against satin skin. Caldwell's shaking fingers were playing delicately with her tits, making her nipples burn. When he finally engulfed her small breasts with both of his sweating hands, Judy's eyes glazed with passion. God, she loved having her body caressed by a man – or a woman for that matter. It just felt so incredibly, wonderfully good to have hands touching her.

"Aren't you wearing too many clothes?" she whispered softly.

"Yes," Milton Caldwell squeaked. "I am, I am wearing too many clothes." Jerking his hands off Judy's breasts, he lurched up from his chair, sending it banging back into the wall. He tore frantically at his vest. A gold pocket watch popped out of its pocket and swung wildly on the end of its chain as he hurriedly stripped off his vest. Then he was tearing at his pants, his shirt.

His sleeveless undershirt was bulged out by his potbelly, and his legs, protruding from the bottom of his boxer shorts, were skinny and knobby and ludicrous. But there was something lurking inside those shorts that was enough to make Judy's mouth and pussy both water. Then the banker stripped off his underwear, and Judy gulped. Hanging below the man's potbelly was the most titanic, incredibly delicious-looking cock she had ever seen in her entire life. It dangled obscenely downward, a monstrous pillar of blood-engorged flesh, pallid white with a pink knob. A shining drool of lubricant swung pendulum-like toward the floor from the slit at the tip.

"My panties," Judy croaked. "Take off my panties."

Caldwell was licking his lips mindlessly. He was giddy with a lust he had never felt in his life. He felt his swollen cock swinging ponderously between his scrawny thighs. As he moved around to the end of his desk, his cock rapped against it with a dull thud, sending a painful jolt through him. He reached for the lithe, graceful woman's panties, and hooked his pudgy fingers in the elastic. He fastened his eyes on her breasts as he hauled her panties off her, exposing more and more of her incredibly pretty belly, then a dark, thrilling patch of hair. She lifted her hips off the desk, and he pulled and tugged the lacy garment down, noting how the crotch seemed to cling up between her thighs. The lace pulled away from her bush and he could see two pouting lips and a dark, exciting slit between them far down between her thighs. Ruffled pink folds protruded from her slit.

This was what the girly magazines he had risked buying had concealed from him. This was what was really in that formless gray area they showed, or behind the artfully positioned thigh or towel or hand. This was the secret that had been withheld from him for all these years.

He felt as if he were about to explode.

Judy let her thighs spread, and dangled her feet and legs over the end of the desk. She opened herself wide to the man, blatantly exposing the hot core of her sex.

"Touch me – down there," she urged him. "Touch me! See what I have down there. All for you, just for you." She fondled her breasts, pressing and massaging them, rolling the nipples between her fingers.

Caldwell stood between her open thighs, drooling at the sight of her wantonly exposed pussy. He heard her request, and couldn't believe his incredible good fortune. His pudgy hands trembled with a palsied lust as he reached for her dark, exciting bush. The hair was springy and wiry. He combed his fingers through it, combed the coils out straight and watched how they sprang back to embrace the pale flesh under them. He touched the labia through the hair, and was amazed at how soft and yielding the flesh was in spite of the hard bone beneath. Then he spread the labia, exposing a flash of brilliant, shining pink underneath.

Incredibly complicated, was his first thought. There were marvelously intricate folds of pink tissues. There, what was that, that funny looking little pink pearl up near the top? He touched it.

Judy sucked in her breath at the fiery touch on her clitoris.

Caldwell jerked his hand back as the woman flinched.

"Again," Judy urged. "Touch me there again."

He did, and was amazed at her reaction, at the way the flat plane of her stomach heaved. He flicked the turgid button again, and watched Judy writhe and jerk on the top of his desk. Then he went exploring again. There was a deep, thrilling, mysterious-looking hole down between her thighs. He probed it delicately, and felt hot juices coat his thumb. A warm, incredibly exciting smell filled his nose as he studied the pink orifice at closer range through his bifocals.

"Fuck me," Judy urged softly. She was burning up with lust. In her mind she held the picture of the banker's mighty cock. The way he was probing her pussy with his hands only made her more aware of its gaping emptiness.

Milton Caldwell barely heard her, and didn't understand what she was saying anyway. He was more interested in exploring the new territory spread before him. What was that, further back, below that large, dark opening? What was that tight, puckered brown bud between her buttocks?

It had to be her anus! The realization sent a shock through Caldwell. He felt a surge of disgust and revulsion. But his lust overcame it. Perverted curiosity urged him to explore that intriguing orifice. Delicately, he poked one finger at the tiny opening in the heart of the puckered ring.

"Jesus!" Judy erupted in shock at the unexpected touch. God that felt good!

Licking his lips with excitement, his eyes bulging, Milton Caldwell probed that tight hole again, boring his index finger into it with a twisting motion. Something about exploring that foul hole was unbelievably exciting.

"Aaaaahhhhhhwww shit," Judy growled insanely. The finger, or whatever it was being worked up into her backside, felt unbelievably good! What in the world was happening with this weird little man? How was it that both of them were receiving an education? Judy had thought she knew it all, but the banker's innocent curiosity was quickly disproving that.

The hole Caldwell was probing felt tight, and hot, and greasy around his finger. But once he got beyond the tight closure, into her rectum, she opened out. He twisted and turned his finger in her hole, exploring. When he drew his finger out, her ring of muscle snapped tightly shut again.

Judy whimpered from the extraction, suddenly missing something that she had never known existed. "Fuck me," she pleaded again, more loudly.

This time the man heard her, and cared, and wanted to. But the entire thing was so totally beyond his experience he didn't know what to do, and stood there between her thighs.

"I-I don't know how," he admitted, agonized. "I don't know how." He was about to dissolve into tears.

Judy levered herself up on her arms. "It's all right, I'll show you, I'll show you," she told him quickly. She eased her ass to the edge of the desk.

"Come," she urged softly. "Come close."

Hesitantly, the potbellied banker stepped up between her thighs.

Sitting on the edge of the desk, Judy reached down and took his titanic cock in her fingers. It was hot and heavy. She lifted and weighed it wonderingly. "God, it's so big," she sighed softly.

"Is it, really?" the man asked shyly.

"It really is," Judy answered honestly. "Come here." She tugged him closer to her. "It goes here," she instructed, nestling the tip in between her labia, wedging them open with the rounded pink head.

"Oooohhh," Caldwell sighed. "You feel so hot."

"Now, in," Judy urged in a choked voice, tugging at the exposed shaft. She felt her vagina slowly stretching to accommodate the banker's monster phallus. She knew her hole had never ever been faced with absorbing such a monstrous invasion. "In," she urged again, talking as much to herself as she was to him.

Looking down her slender, hungry body, Judy could see the massive shaft slowly burrowing into her vagina, just as she could feel it. She could feel her flesh stretching to encompass the mammoth organ. The towering pale column that connected her with the banker gleamed and pulsed as he worked it deeper and deeper into her body, the distance between them diminishing slowly. "In," she whispered.

"My God," Milton Caldwell gasped. "Oh, my God!" It was unbelievable, the feeling of his engorged, enraged penis being engulfed by hot, clinging flesh. Nerves he had never known existed were carrying incredible messages of pleasure to his dazed mind. Rivers of flame were zooming along his ganglia, making his flabby muscles quiver and tremble.

It was incredible, phenomenal the way the petite woman's body took his thing in. The hole he was driving his cock into seemed almost to suck it in. She felt hot and ripply and velvety and slippery. He had never known it was possible for any two things to embrace as closely as the flesh of her vagina and the skin of his cock were. He could feel every quiver of her muscular tube, every fiber and ripple of the clinging walls.

A hot pool was gathering deep in his guts, a steaming, impatient, too long suppressed wad of semen.

"In!" Judy rasped sharply, releasing the sliver of prick still showing and feeling the head of his phallus butt mindlessly against the end of her vagina. She leaned back on her arms, her mouth hanging open as she enjoyed the feeling of being so incredibly full of cock. She felt as if she had a telephone pole in her, stretching her in every direction. Her hands slid slowly out from under her and she lay back on the desk. Her sharp nipples, rigid with lust, jutted straight up toward the ceiling. The tower in her guts demanded rigidity of its socket, so she arched her back to keep the angle of penetration right.

Milton Caldwell's cock was getting used to being held so warmly and tightly, and that was taking some of the searing pleasure out of the act. The arching pale tummy and body stretched on his desk beckoned to him. He reached out and stroked his soft hands over her tender skin, over her breasts and her belly. Judy shifted and he felt the walls of her vagina slide around his cock. That was it! That was the feeling!

Experimentally, the banker drew back, sliding his monster phallus out of her. His prick blazed with renewed life from the friction. He pushed back into that hot gripping glove, and his penis erupted in incredible flames of pleasure.

"Wwaaahhh," Judy moaned at the feeling of being emptied and then restuffed with the huge organ. It was incredible!

Caldwell drew out again, sliding his prick almost completely out of the hole. Then he rocked forward, ramming it deep into the woman again. Flames roared higher in his groin. It was like the pressures and fires of a volcano building higher and higher. There was an eruption building there, an explosive convulsion that would bathe his entire being in pleasure. All it was going to take was just a fraction more stimulation and it would be inevitable.

He drew out and felt the first pre-tremors of the major blast. Quickly, desperately, instinctively, he rammed his cock deep into the searing tunnel and he felt it happening, an indescribable convulsing and pumping of muscles and reservoirs he had never known existed. Something marvelous seared the length of his cock and exploded from the tip to spatter against the clutching end of Mrs. Penncroft's vagina. Bolt after searing bolt of lightning electrified the entire length of his phallus, and the backlash seared his nerves with ecstasy. His hips thrust forward, buried the head of his cock against the end of the fleshy socket. His cum pressured through the space, hydraulically separating his flesh from hers.

Milton Caldwell gurgled senselessly, his body arching, his eyes bulging as he unloaded thirty years of suppressed cum into the lithe body on his desk. His muscles squeezed and convulsed and pumped and pumped and pumped until he ached with exhaustion. Then their convulsing faded to just a quivering. Panting, flushed and sweaty, the banker fell forward over Judy, smothering her with his bulk.

"Nooooo," Judy whimpered. "Not so soon, not already." But it was hopeless. She felt the banker's organ shrinking in her still hungry vagina, leaving her hanging on the brink of her own orgasm. Pleasure faded and was replaced with misery, a hungry ache deep in her guts. "Aawww, shit," she swore miserably, beating on the banker's flabby back with ineffectual fists.

Aroused, he pushed up off her and backed away, his prick slipping free of her pussy. "I'm sorry," he mumbled. "Oh, dear God, I am so sorry!"

"So am I," Judy admitted in a husky voice.

"I shouldn't have… I don't know what happened to me. I don't know what came over me," the bewildered man babbled.

"Mr. Caldwell," Judy said sharply.

"Yes? What?" he stuttered, holding his boxer shorts vaguely in front of himself.

"About that mortgage," Judy said.

"What about the mortgage?" Caldwell asked stupidly.

"Will you approve Mr. McCarter's mortgage?" Judy asked patiently.

"I beg your pardon?"

Judy was still seated on his desk. Deliberately, she posed for him, giving him the best possible view of her naked body, all skin and curves and exciting dark hair. "You've had a sample, Mr. Caldwell. There might be a bonus in it for you if you were to approve that mortgage," she informed him huskily. He had damn well better approve it, she thought. She was burning up with unsatisfied lust!

The man got a crafty look. "You mean…"

Judy didn't say a word. Instead, she slid one hand down her belly to her pussy and slid her fingers into her dripping, soggy swamp of pubic hair. She licked her lips as she played with herself.

Caldwell dropped his underpants and scrabbled wildly through the papers that had spilled from his desk. His buttocks bobbed comically as he pawed through the litter. Finally he lurched to his feet, waving the long form triumphantly like a flag.

Turning, Judy reached for the desk set and took the pen from its socket. She offered it to him delicately. She hovered over him, one breast nearly in his face as he scrawled his signature on the application.

The instant he was done, Judy pulled the pen out of his hand and speared it back into its hole. Then she picked up the form and carefully blew the ink dry. She could see the pudgy man's marvelous organ rising slowly to attention as she blew. Flipping the application casually aside, she rolled from the desk and launched herself at the banker. Pressing the full length of her warm, womanly body against his, she kissed and nibbled his mouth. She pressed him backward and downward on the gray carpet until he lay in front of her. Licking her lips with excitement, she fondled his towering phallus. She had to do it, she just had to see what that incredible column of meat would taste like. She lowered her head and took the cap in her mouth, amazed at how wide her jaw had to gape to take it.

It was warm and pulsing with life. It tasted of cum, his cum, and her juices. She slurped up the mingling of flavors with gusto. Her vagina was squeezing, searching blindly for the monumental meal that had been so unceremoniously snatched away from it.

Holding the mammoth shaft in her hand, Judy straddled the banker's hips and lifted herself over his tower. Nestling the head in her opening, she lowered herself on it, driving it up into her belly in one steady thrust. She felt as if she was being split open by the huge organ.

"Uh!" she grunted, dropping the last inch.

"Oh my!" Milton Caldwell gasped. It was there again, that wonderful, gripping, embrace around his penis. He shifted his hips and felt that marvelous hot friction of flesh against flesh. The simmering pool was already building deep in his groin.

Leaning forward, Judy braced her hands on his shoulders and lifted and dropped, pistoning on the shaft in her guts. She was close to an orgasm already, rapidly regaining the peak she had left just minutes before. She loved the slapping squishy sound of her body meeting Caldwell's, thrilled to the thick stench of sex. And there was something else she wanted to try. She took one of Caldwell's hands and dragged it around to her ass. She worked his fingers into the crack there.

"You want?"

"Stick your finger up my butt," she ordered harshly.

Caldwell didn't have to be asked twice. Just the thought of that vile act filled him with a lewd excitement. He sought and found her anus in the sweaty, steaming crevice of her bottom. Her flesh was slimy with cum, making entry easy. He bored his finger up into the tight, resisting opening, twisting and turning as if he were screwing an awl into her.

Judy lay forward over the banker, bathed in searing pleasure from the cock in her vagina and the finger in her tail. She squirmed and writhed against him as the level of her pleasure rose and rose and rose. She groaned and whimpered as the fires roared higher and higher and higher from the itching friction of a finger in her asshole and a monstrous cock in her vagina.

Caldwell was grunting and sweating as he twisted his finger in the greasy opening. He could feel his cock through her flesh! He heaved, pistoning his cock in her vagina. He could feel his finger with his cock! The increased frictional stimulation blistered along his nerves, bringing his climax still closer.

"Aw-aw-awh-awh," Judy grunted as she worked and wriggled on the two invaders, grinding her clitoris to a fiery paste against Caldwell's pubic bone. "Aw – I'm cum – I'm cumm – I'm cumminnnnggggggg," she moaned insanely, clutching at the banker with her arms and her legs and her torso. She sank her teeth in the flesh of his shoulder as she came and came and came. She was vaguely aware of his hips jamming up against hers. She felt spurts of semen slamming against the end of her vagina. Her anus was clenching and squeezing the finger in its grasp as it got in on the orgasm, too.

Then there was nothing but muscle-aching exhaustion left. Wearily, she hauled herself off the banker after his prick had shriveled to a feeble limp shadow of its former self.

"Aaah, me," Milton Caldwell sighed as he lay on his back, catching his breath.

Judy began gathering her clothes. Slowly, aching, she dressed, feeling cum streaming from her pussy. Reaching in her purse, she found a tampon. With her back to Caldwell, she inserted it to staunch the flow of semen, reflecting as she did that she had no shame. Then she put on her panties and the rest of her clothes.

"Mr. Caldwell, I think you had better get dressed," she said calmly.

"Oh? Oh. Oh, my goodness!" the banker exclaimed, looking at the chaotic office. Papers were all over the floor. He scrambled to his feet and into his clothes, fumbling in his haste. Then he was down on his knees raking up the papers. Judy knelt and helped him, then dumped the drifts untidily on his desk. Carefully, she put the signed mortgage agreement in his "Out" basket.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Caldwell," she said politely.

"It – it's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mrs. Penncroft," he replied. "I'll see you at the closing."

Judy crossed the open area of the bank as if nothing had happened.

CHAPTER EIGHT

As Judy watched Mark, her eyes clouded with worry. His jaw was clenched. Sweat trickled down his cheeks, and every few moments his body was convulsed with a chill. She didn't need to ask him how bad it was. She knew. Normally, by now, he would have been on the kidney machine at the hospital. But they had stretched the interval out by one more day. They were desperately stringing out the last few treatments as far as they possibly could.

"Mark, the hospital?" she offered desperately.

"No!" He bit the word out, his jaw snapping sharply on the single syllable.

"But it's dangerous," she pointed out unnecessarily. Now the intervals between his treatments were going beyond the merely uncomfortable.

They were taking a calculated risk and a miscalculation could be fatal.

Getting everything set for the final closing on the Sheins' house had dragged on and on and on. Mark's time on the kidney machine had dwindled and dwindled. They were down to the final bitter end.

"I have to go," she sighed sadly. She was beginning to feel that she and Mark couldn't possibly win against the odds.

"Don't worry, I'll be here when you get back," Mark assured her tightly.

"You damn well better be," she growled in a feeble attempt at humor. They both knew there was only one place he could go now.

Once in the car she blinked back her tears and coaxed the tired motor to life. Then she remembered, shut it off, and got out the gallon can of recycled oil. Wrestling the hood up, she refilled the crankcase. It had become a morning ritual to keep the car alive.

As she drove to the office, Judy focused her mind on what she had to do. Mark couldn't possibly last another month. Somehow, she had to get the date for the closing moved up. The Sheins had been stalling for no reason Judy could figure. The bank had been stalling, in spite of Caldwell's approval, because they wanted to hold on to the money as long as they could. And Andrew McCarter was in no hurry because the down payment money was picking up interest in a savings account.

No one was impatient but Judy.

"Hi, beautiful," another agent greeted her.

"Any calls?" Judy asked, trying to sound casual.

"Nope. You expecting any?"

"Not really," Judy lied. She sat at her desk and fiddled.

"Wish I could figure it out," the other agent muttered softly after a long silence.

"Figure what out?" Judy asked.

"Shein," the man answered.

Judy thought he had said "shine". "Tried the shoe shop down the street?" she asked.

"Not 'shine' as in 'shoe', but 'Shien' as in 'Steven'," the man snapped.

Judy's heart skipped a beat. "What about Steven Shein?" she asked.

"He's selling his house," the man answered. "As a matter of fact, I hear it is sold."

Judy felt as if she was going to faint. "Nonsense," she croaked.

"It's not nonsense. I got the straight poop from an unimpeachable source."

"Who?" Judy asked. God, was her whole world coming down around her all at once?

"Secretary at the bank handled the paperwork on the mortgage. And another one did the deed for the lawyer."

Judy muttered a foul expletive about secretaries who talked. "Well, if it's sold, it's sold," Judy said in a resigned tone. "Nothing we can do about it."

"The thing that gets me is, I can't figure out who handled the deal," the salesman went on. "I absolutely cannot get a peep out of anyone. You'd think whoever pulled off a deal that big would be bragging all over town about it."

"Maybe it was a private deal – no agent," Judy suggested desperately.

"Not likely. It's too big, too much money's involved."

"How much?" Judy asked innocently.

"A million and a half."

Judy tried to whistle. She had the feeling that the listing agreement was burning a hole through the bottom of her desk.

"One thing's for certain," the salesman went on. "Whoever pulled this off is really, really sharp. They got an unwilling seller and an unwilling buyer together, got mortgage money, all in the tightest real estate market in history. That is some salesman."

"Sure is," Judy agreed wholeheartedly. "You going to be here all day?"

"You going out again?"

Judy nodded. "Nothing to do here. Maybe I can scare up something if I go out."

"Lots of luck," the man snorted, and picked up a paperback book.

"See you."

"Worser and worser," Judy muttered sourly to herself as she drove toward the Sheins' house. If she didn't close the deal quickly, the whole lid was going to blow off it and Mark would be dead. She had to get the closing moved up.

The Sheins were both home, both out by the pool. When Steven had come to the door in his robe, Judy had braced herself. Paula was stretched out on her stomach in the sun, her nicely rounded, smooth buttocks tanning slowly.

"Have a swim?" Shein invited cordially.

"No, I…"

"A swim will definitely improve your outlook," he told her easily.

Judy sighed. She didn't want to. Lord, how she didn't want to. She didn't want to take the time, and she didn't want to feel like she was being used by the whole damn world. But now, more than ever, she had no choice.

The fact that Paula Shein rolled over and sat up as Judy began undressing made it all the harder. Undressing for Steven Shein that first time, or rather being undressed by him, had been bad enough. Something about having husband and wife, both of whom had "had" her, both watching, made it pure agony for Judy to bare herself in front of them. She felt sick, miserable and ashamed as she stripped her slender body and exposed it to the harsh sunlight.

Paula Shein's eyes were unreadable behind her dark glasses. There was a faint smile on her elegant lips. Her streaked hair was casually loose, down over her tan shoulders. She had turned over and looked totally relaxed. Her nipples were flat, her feet spread slightly so her pussy was exposed to the bright sun.

"A swim," Steven Shein said firmly.

Dutifully, Judy followed him across the deck and into the cool blue water. She swam with him to the end of the pool, then clung to the edge when he stopped and turned to face her.

"Well?" he asked.

Judy took a deep breath, feeling the cool water caress her sharp nipples and her hot pussy. She was agonizingly aware Paula Shein was watching them from the other end of the pool.

"I want to get the closing date moved to this Friday," Judy blurted out.

"And?"

Judy shook her head in frustration. She knew he was purposely being difficult. "Will you agree to having the closing this Friday?" she asked.

Shein shrugged. "It's all right with me."

Judy felt a surge of relief. So simple!

"But you'll have to talk to Paula, too," Shein continued, nodding in his wife's direction.

"Doesn't she want to get moved?"

Shein ducked under the water. When he emerged, his face was sparkling wet. When he smiled his teeth looked very sharp and white against his tanned face. "Why don't we go talk with her and see?" he suggested quietly.

Judy was at a loss. She was being manipulated, and she knew it. But where was it leading? Steven Shein matched her stroke for stroke as she swam to the shallow end. When she stood up in the waist-deep water, she knew, in spite of the dark glasses, that Paula Shein's eyes were focused on her.

Steven was at her side as she slogged up the steps. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his cock bobbing along ahead of him like a blunt lance. He had a titanic erection. Why?

"Judy – ah, Mrs. Penncroft, wants to get the closing date moved up," Steven Shein informed his wife. "I told her she would have to discuss the matter with you."

Judy didn't miss the emphasis on the word "discuss" and neither did Paula Shein. The elegant woman's smile broadened. Her mouth opened slightly and there was a flash of white teeth as she licked her lips meaningfully.

"I see," Paula Shein said softly.

"Mrs. Shein, I…"

"Please, call me Paula."

Judy nodded and opened her mouth to start again.

"I am open to discussion," Paula Shein added. The statuesque woman spread her legs, wider and wider. The long, graceful fingers of one hand combed through her lush pubic bush.

Judy suddenly caught on to what the Sheins were leading up to. She darted a quick glance at Steven Shein. He was grinning hotly and had a monstrous erection.

"Convince me," Paula Shein said softly, fingering her pussy. "Use that wonderful mouth of yours, and convince me."

Judy felt sick. She also felt hot. Her mouth was watering at the sight of Paula Shein's pussy. She didn't want to – but she did! Besides, what else could she do?

"Come," Paula Shein ordered in a husky voice, beckoning with one hand, still fingering her sex with the other.

Her throat knotted with revulsion and excitement, Judy advanced on the tan and blonde woman on the lounge. Approaching Paula from the foot of the lounge, Judy had an unobstructed view of the woman's most intimate parts, the pouting, hairy lips of her pussy, the flash of pink in the heart of her bush, even the secret, dark crack that hid her anus. Now Paula's nipples were stiff and excited, her breasts sagging slightly because of her semi-prone position.

Judy's shins banged the foot of the lounge. She sank to her knees on the plastic webbing. She crawled slowly up between Paula's spread legs. Judy couldn't take her eyes off her dark hairy goal.

Judy slowly and reluctantly lowered her face toward the hairy pocket. There was no stimulation of her own pussy to encourage her this time. But she still felt a gut-twisting, perverted excitement at what she was about to do. She had heard that men found watching lesbians exciting. She wondered what Steven Shein thought of it, what he was doing.

Paula Shein placed one hand on the back of Judy's head and pushed it down into her pussy. Judy resisted, but just barely. She closed her eyes, smelled warm sex, then felt kinky, wiry hair on her nose, her cheeks. Then her face was being driven into hot, soft flesh. Her nose was swallowed in thick female sex smell. Judy opened her mouth, drilled her tongue into the hot, juicy flesh and tasted the metallic flavor of a woman's juices. The hand on the back of Judy's head gave her no escape. Paula's lean, smooth thighs closed on the sides of her head, trapping Judy completely in the hot, steaming pocket of female sex.

Judy raped her tongue into Paula's hot, oozing sex. She drilled deep into the dripping well of Paula's vagina. Harsh pubic hair scratched her cheeks as she lapped and lapped in Paula's crack. Blindly, Judy snorffled through the clinging terrain in search of Paula's clitoris. Locating the hard little button with her lips, Judy sucked it into her mouth and then munched on it with her lips and tongue. She rolled and squeezed and tormented Paula's nerve-loaded protrusion.

Paula's hips heaved, hammering her pussy into Judy's sex. Paula looked fondly down at the top of Judy's head and Judy's smooth, slender, graceful bare back. Judy's ass was high in the air, her pale buttocks were gleaming in the sun. Waves of fire bathed Paula as she was devoured by Judy's working mouth. Her mouth sagging open with pleasure, Paula smiled a slow sensuous smile, and nodded languidly at her husband. As he came up behind Judy, Paula pressed down on the back of Judy's head with her hand and clenched her thighs.

Judy's own sex was weeping with frustration. She was horny. Stimulating Paula Shein with her mouth was getting Judy incredibly excited. Her own pussy was empty and ignored, while Paula Shein's was getting an oral fucking that was driving her wild. Judy was suffocating in Paula's pussy, and dying of frustration at the same time.

Paula's sudden shove on the back of Judy's head drove her nose deep into Paula's crotch. At the same time the bones of Judy's head creaked from the increased pressure of Paula's thighs. What was happening?

The lounge behind Judy sagged. Who…? Steven Shein! The man, Paula's husband, he was behind her! What was he doing? Judy tried to escape. Her face, smothered in dripping, oozing, hairy pussy, was trapped between two strong thighs.

There were hands on Judy's ass, Steven Shein's hands. They stroked and pinched her upraised buttocks. Then he was gripping her waist in his strong hands. What was he going to do? What was Steven Shein doing back there?

The sturdy man knelt behind Judy, studying her ass admiringly. It was so nice and rounded and firm and exciting, two lush round buns separated by a deep, exciting crack. And down between her thighs was a dark, intriguing bush and two bulging pouting labia. In the dark, crack between those lips was an exciting gooey sparkle.

He levered his cock down the length of the crack of Judy's ass. It bumped over the bud of her anus.

Judy lurched at the fiery probe, and gasped into Paula's steaming pussy. Jesus! What a sensation! What was going on back there? Judy felt a stab of disappointment when the rubbery head of Shein's cock slipped past her asshole and nestled into her aching, hungry pussy.

Shein set the head of his cock into Judy's pussy and pushed. He slowly drove his stocky cock into Judy's vagina from behind, dog fashion. Holding Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, he drilled his phallus into her wet, clinging socket.

Judy blubbered into Paula's dripping pussy. The feel of a male organ being driven into her vagina spurred Judy on to greater efforts on Paula's pussy. Judy slurped and slurped at Paula's copious juices as she took the full bulk of Steven's cock into her pussy.

"Aaaahhhh, great heaven," Paula Shein wailed to the skies as her orgasm went on and on and on.

Steven rammed his cock into Judy's vagina, drew back, and pounded it home again, his body slapping up against the cushions of her buttocks. Reaching down under Judy with both hands, he found her breasts with one, and dug the fingers of his other into her dripping pussy. He sank his fingers into her streaming slit mangling her clitoris and then finding where his cock was drilling into her streaming hole. He heaved at her, slamming his bulky cock into her searing, clinging vagina again and again and again.

Judy was cumming. It was a fiery, muscle-knotting orgasm from the cock in her pussy, the hand mangling her pussy, the fingers clawing her quivering breasts. She was climaxing too because of the sex she had her face buried in and the way Paula's hips were heaving and rolling under her working mouth. Worming her hand into the tangle of bodies, Judy located Paula Shein's asshole and jammed her finger at it. Her finger slipped easily into the tight ring it was so well lubricated with Paula's copious cum.

Paula began shrieking ecstatically, and kicked her lovely long legs wildly on either side of Judy's head. She thrashed insanely with Judy's mouth at her crotch, Judy's finger up her anus.

At the tail end of the chain, Steven Shein slammed his swollen prick into Judy's tight vagina one last time. The sight of his wife's insane convulsions had been the final straw. His balls erupted in a tidal wave of searing cum. He hauled Judy tight against him, squashed her buttocks against his hard hips, and poured his semen deep into her vagina.

The jolt of Steven Shein's last final heave slammed Judy's face against the unyielding arch of Paula's pubic bone. Battered and exhausted as she was, Judy felt her orgasm climb another notch. She felt the cock in her pulsing and pumping and emptying into her abused, ecstatic vagina. She milked every glorious drop of cum from Steven Shein's pumping shaft while she savored every flicker of the burning pleasure of her own cumming.

Finally, her pleasure fading, and feeling aching and empty, Judy hauled her face out of Paula's soggy pussy. Her cheeks and chin covered with spit and the other woman's cum, Judy rested her head on the sleek, satin inside of one of Paula's thighs and concentrated on just breathing. Her face was inches from Paula's cummy bush and Judy could smell the pleasure she had given the other woman.

"Ah!" Judy squalled convulsively as she felt the cock filling her suddenly withdraw from her vagina. Too exhausted to move, Judy remained with her ass high in the air, her thighs and buttocks shining with semen. It felt cold as it dried on her flesh. Her cheeks too were cold from evaporating fluids.

"Awwww," Paula sighed from the depths of her being.

Weakly, Judy hauled herself upright. She stepped carefully off the lounge chair. Steven Shein was sitting hunched over, panting heavily. Paula was sprawled on her back, her legs spread wide open, her pussy shining a wet pink in the heart of her bush. Her marvelous, full breasts heaved as she fought for breath.

Judy tottered over to her clothes and fumbled them into order. Then she began to dress. When she felt decent, or rather, presentable, she turned to her clients. They hadn't moved.

"Friday," she said firmly.

Both of the Sheins looked at her and nodded.

"Ten in the morning," Judy added. "Be there."

"We'll be there," Steven Shein assured her.

Without another word, Judy left them. She coaxed the smoking old car across town to the bank parking lot.

Milton Caldwell's face lit up when he saw her. Without waiting for the receptionist to announce her, the banker came bustling out of his office.

"Mrs. Penncroft, this is indeed an unexpected pleasure," the vice president gushed. He took her arm possessively and guided her smoothly to his office.

As Judy sat down she heard the lock on the door click. With her purse in her lap, her hands folded primly over it, she sat sternly erect. She didn't feel like a prissy school teacher though, because of the sticky wetness in her crotch.

"Miss Abernathy, no calls, no interruptions," the banker said into the telephone. Then he tried to appear casual, perching one hip on the edge of his desk so he could look down on Judy, and her neckline.

"Now, Mrs. Penncroft, what can I do for you?" he asked.

"You can move the closing date on the McCarter-Shein deal up to this Friday," Judy said succinctly.

The banker's face tightened, became blank and unhelpful. "Well now. That, ahem, is easier said than done. We must, of course, have the agreement of the sellers to meet with us then."

"They'll be here at ten o'clock."

"This Friday?" Caldwell asked, turning pages on his calendar.

"This Friday."

"Hmmmm," the banker murmured noncommittally.

Judy reached out and deftly lifted the calendar out of his hands. Nothing that the space for ten in the morning on Friday was blank, she extracted the pen from the desk set. Quickly and neatly she filled in the space: "Shein-McCarter closing."

"There. I'm glad there was no conflicting appointment," she observed quietly.

The banker's expression was unreadable as he tilted his head to inspect the calendar through the lower half of his bifocals, then lowered his head to inspect Judy through the top half. "Hm," he mused softly, pursing his lips. "Well now," he muttered vaguely. "We must, of course, obtain the necessary funds. That could take some time. These are hard times, Mrs. Penncroft, money is very tight. I'll have to arrange a meeting with the bank president."

Judy picked up the telephone and held it out to him. He eyed it distastefully.

"Yes, sir?" Miss Abernathy inquired tinnily from the receiver.

"Nothing," Milton Caldwell said softly before pushing the cut-off button down.

"On the other hand," he commented, "it seems to me that I may have clearance to release those funds."

"I thought so," Judy replied.

"Now there is the problem of Mr. McCarter," Caldwell pointed out. "Naturally, he must be prepared to close on the deal this Friday, also."

Judy stood up. "He will be."

The banker's face had fallen as soon as Judy had gotten up out of her chair. "You're not leaving so soon, are you?"

Judy remembered the man's monster organ and felt a twinge of regret. "I'm sorry, I have a very tight schedule today," she explained. The soggy crotch of her panties reminded her of the delay at the Sheins.

"Maybe on Friday?" Milton Caldwell suggested hopefully. "After the closing?"

Judy balanced her guilt and revulsion against the undeniable desirability of the man's monster shaft and his woebegone expression. She also reminded herself she didn't have the deal closed yet. "Perhaps, Mr. Caldwell, we can work something out then."

"Fine, fine," the banker sighed, hope reappearing in his gray eyes. "I'll see you on Friday." He stood so Judy had to brush against him as she left his office.

Out in the car, Judy gripped the wheel tightly. She knew, as she drove toward his office, that Andrew McCarter wouldn't be as easy to bulldoze as Milton Caldwell had been.

The big red-haired man's office was as well appointed and cared for as he was. The receptionist looked as if she had been lacquered and polished to a high shine – meticulous makeup and a hairdo of polished bronze.

"Yes, Mrs. Penncroft?" McCarter asked her after she was in his office. His door was still open.

"I want the closing on the Shein house moved up to this Friday at ten in the morning," Judy announced.

"Why?"

"You know why."

"What about Caldwell and the Sheins?"

"They have already agreed," Judy assured him.

"And – ah – just what kind of persuasion did you use to convince them?" the red-haired man asked.

Judy didn't even flinch. She was becoming hardened, she decided. "Caldwell didn't require any special persuasion," Judy answered. "Just a vague promise was enough for him."

"That figures," McCarter acknowledged.

"The Sheins have their peculiarities," Judy admitted. "Mrs. Shein especially has some – um – interesting aspects. She is quite interested in French culture, as a matter of fact."

"Really," McCarter marveled. "What a coincidence. I'll bet you speak French like a native."

Judy didn't back down from his penetrating gaze and met his eyes boldly. It was a relief when he did shift his gaze away. He got up and went around behind her. She heard some soft orders to his secretary, then his office door being closed. Then he was in front of Judy, leaning back against his desk.

"It just so happens," he continued, "that I, too, am interested in things of that nature." He ran the zipper of his fly down.

Judy watched as he freed his prick. It dangled in an easy curve, then rapidly began to rise and stiffen. "What about the closing?" Judy asked.

"Right now, I am very happy with the present schedule," he answered. "However, I am willing to be persuaded." His erect cock was standing out from his groin at an angle. A few wisps of red pubic hair showed in the opening of his fly.

Judy licked her lips. She set her purse on the chair beside her.

"Take off your blouse," McCarter ordered softly.

Dutifully, Judy unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it back off her shoulders, baring herself to her waist. The sight of her bare torso, her small, firm breasts with their alert tits, gave added vigor to the thrust of McCarter's cock. "My skirt, too?" Judy asked.

"No, that's enough."

Peculiarly, Judy felt more humiliated at being only half naked than she would have being completely nude. The fact that her own primary sexual organs were to remain covered was evidence of her status in what was to come – her task was to serve but not to be served.

"Convince me," McCarter ordered softly.

Judy slid to her knees in front of the big man. She knelt between his feet as he lounged back against his desk. With her back straight, his cock was inches below her mouth.

She grasped the base of his hard, pink and white shaft. She tipped the round pink head upward toward her mouth. Delicately, she licked his hot flesh, tasting his salty meat. Carefully, she bathed the entire rounded cone of his glans. With the tip of her tongue she probed the little slit, pried it open, tasted the inside of his prick.

Andrew McCarter stood with his arms folded, staring down at the beautiful woman kneeling in front of him. The total subservience of her position thrilled him almost as much as the feel of her tongue on his phallus. He could see her perfect little breasts, jiggling gently as she moved. He found the smooth, flawless sweep of her nude back unexpectedly erotic.

Her tongue was hot and exciting as it bathed his cock. The feel of her probing his urethra, the narrow tube along which his urine and his semen exited, sent a rush of fire through him.

Judy pursed her lips and lowered her mouth to the erect penis. Carefully, she circled the point of his cock with her lips, then drew her head back, molding her lips to his phallus. Lowering her head again, she took more of his organ into her mouth, and drew back a second time. He both tasted and felt different from her husband.

Bending forward again, she took another inch of his phallus in between her jaws. She pressed her tongue against the underside of his organ, massaging the nerve-laden triangle just beneath the cap. She swirled her tongue around the pulsing, hot shaft of living flesh. She pumped her head on it, fucking her mouth with McCarter's towering, quivering sexual organ.

Judy took a little more in her mouth with every pump of her pretty head. Finally, when she felt her throat knot up, she stopped. Circling the base of the prick in her mouth with her fingers, just below where her lips were, she began moving her head in a steady fucking motion. She pushed and pulled with her fingers as she sucked and pumped with her mouth. Saliva oozed down to smear the base of the hot phallus in her fingers, adding a welcome slick lubrication.

McCarter grinned tightly down at the cock-sucking woman. Unfolding his arms, he gripped her head by taking handfuls of her hair. Gently, but firmly, he pushed her head down further on his cock, drew her head back, then urged her down still further.

Trapped, Judy tried to resist, but he was too strong for her. She gagged, her stomach heaved, her throat knotted. Her eyes filled with tears. The rubbery head of the man's cock battered against her soft palate where it dipped toward her throat. She had to swallow the flood of saliva filling her mouth, and her throat closed on the monster bulk of his cock.

McCarter felt her swallowing, felt her throat close on the head of his loaded prick. The sensation of having his glans gently squeezed by a working throat brought a rush of hot semen to his groin. He lifted Judy's head and jammed it down on his steaming hot phallus again, hard, forcing her to take still more of his towering organ in. He felt the head of his cock ram the back of her throat. He saw the way the cords of muscle stood out in her neck as she fought his dominance of her, and her spasming gagging. Her graceful back was writhing from the humiliation of it all.

Judy thought she must be being destroyed by the ravening, huge pounding cock in her gullet. The few times she had sucked Mark's cock she had been able to control the amount of penetration. This huge man was giving her no choice, was brutally slamming her head down on his titanic phallus. And now, too, his hips were heaving at her, driving his huge blunt spike down her throat. In self-defense, Judy angled her head and neck like a sword swallower. She fought to time her breathing so she could gulp fresh oxygen when cock wasn't corking her throat. Tears were streaming down her cheeks and spit was coating her chin.

McCarter's face was twisted with a tight, triumphant grimace as he looked down on Judy's working head. The sight of her pretty face being raped by his monster organ was exquisite. He felt his ejaculation drawing closer and closer and closer and speeded the fucking of his hips.

Judy was a dazed, bewildered passenger on the final ride to McCarter's climax. She felt battered and abused as her head was whipped wildly up and down, her throat bludgeoned by the battering-ram cock slamming down it. It was all she could do to swallow the endless flood of saliva the invading cock triggered.

Bitter, gooey, thick cum slammed into her throat without warning. McCarter held her head impaled on his pumping, pulsing phallus. Wad after thick wad of semen blasted from his recoiling cock, spattered her throat, and poured toward her stomach. Judy's throat contracted and pulsed around the head of the throbbing prick in a way no vagina ever could. It felt like gallons of semen were pooling in her belly.

McCarter himself was rigid with ecstasy. The feeling of his balls unloading sperm into Judy's throat was pure pleasure. Her swallowing massaged his nerve-loaded, sensitized cock and increased the power of his cumming to the borderline between pleasure and pain. His entire body convulsed, heaving the copious shots of sperm-laden semen deep into her desperately working throat. Then his reservoirs were empty and his convulsing became dry and painful. His muscles falling limp with exhaustion, he let go of Judy's head.

Judy flopped backward, too dazed, exhausted, and oxygen-starved to actively spit out the cock that had ravished her. Her mouth tasted of cum, a clinging, cloying taste that was slowly being sluiced away by her saliva. She kept swallowing and swallowing, even though her throat was bruised and sore. Finally, she heaved herself up into the chair and sat slumped over, while she fought the urge to retch.

"Well?" she ventured finally, lifting her head, making no move to cover her bare breasts.

McCarter didn't answer. Instead, he poured a glass of water for her from the carafe on his desk.

Judy drank it gratefully, used it to wash out the last of the semen from her mouth. Then she dabbed her face with the tissues he handed her, wiped the semen and spit off her chin, the tears off her cheeks. Finally, she sat back in the chair, still bare to the waist.

"Well?" she repeated.

"Mrs. Penncroft, you are an amazing and marvelous woman," the red-haired man complimented her. "You are also quite beautiful." His eyes boldly raked her nude torso.

"Thank you."

Pulling his desk calendar over, he flipped to Friday and made an entry. "Friday at ten, at Milton Caldwell's office," he agreed.

"Thank you," Judy said courteously, twisting around to straighten out her blouse. She slipped it on and buttoned it, then stood and carefully tucked the tails into her skirt, drawing the thin material tight across her breasts. Her nipples were still hard and tense with a perverse excitement.

"What's Mrs. Shein like?" McCarter asked as Judy turned toward the door. "I've never met the woman."

"She's tall, blonde, and quite beautiful," Judy replied. "She is also uninhibited. Oh, yes. She also tastes good." Judy unlocked and opened the office door. "Good-bye, Mr. McCarter. Until Friday."

CHAPTER NINE

Judy sat in the bank conference room, trying to stay calm. Inside, her heart was racing. The silence in the room was so thick, the occasional rustle of paper seemed to have to force its way through.

Seated around the big table were all the principals to the sale. They were all carefully studying mortages, deeds and other papers. Judy, at this point, had nothing to do but watch them as they slowly turned pages.

Her job, she hoped, was done. She had gotten buyer and seller together, gotten them to agree on price, and helped arrange the mortgage. Theoretically, there was nothing more for her to do except collect her commission.

She wondered how Mark was doing. She had made another of those gut-wrenching drives to the hospital with him shivering and shaking beside her. By now he had been on the kidney machine for close to an hour. His agony should be subsiding.

Judy felt reasonably confident that everything was going to be all right. No one at the office had gotten wise to what she had done. All the terms of the sale had been agreed on. Even though Mark only had two more times on the hospital kidney machine, there should be no trouble. Those two treatments would give them enough time to get their own dialysis unit and get it set up.

He was going to live! It all had worked out, all the worry and sweat and filth and degradation and risks had paid off, had been worth it. The guilt Judy felt about what she had done was tempered by the knowledge that Mark was going to live.

She noticed that Milton Caldwell had finished reading his papers. The banker arranged them in a precise perfect stack in front of himself, placed a pen and a pencil exactly one inch on either side of the pile, then sat back. The expression on his pink face was unreadable.

Steven Shein was next to finish. Casually, he dropped the last one on the top of his untidy heap and rubbed his eyes. His expression was just as unreadable as Caldwell's.

Paula Shein added the papers she had been reading to her husband's stack. Her lips quirked and she glanced at Judy, and shrugged.

Andrew McCarter was frowning. Judy watched him nervously. His forehead was wrinkled slightly – three faint lines between his red eyebrows. Reaching the end of the final sale contract, he leafed back through it and reread it. Keeping the contract open to that page he set it in front of him, and weighed it down with an ashtray.

"Well," Milton Caldwell began, "everything seems to be in order. Is everything agreeable to you, Mr. Shein?"

Judy watched him fearfully. The short, powerfully built man nodded. "Yes."

"Mrs. Shein?" Caldwell asked.

"If it's all right with him, it's all right with me," she said agreeably.

"Mr. McCarter?"

The big Irishman frowned. "No."

Judy flinched at the single, short denial. Oh God, not now!

Milton Caldwell looked mildly startled. "Oh? What seems to be the problem?"

"Two problems," the red-haired man answered. "First is the date I take occupancy. That has been changed from what Mr. Shein and I originally agreed upon."

He paused and Judy's eyes went to the Sheins. Steven Shein was looking at the agreement. Paula Shein was carefully inspecting her long, elegant fingernails.

"Second problem is in the mortgage," McCarter went on. "There is a prepayment penalty in the mortgage." He looked at Caldwell.

Caldwell nodded blandly. "Well, yes, that is standard bank policy," he responded.

"Well then, it's no deal," McCarter said firmly.

Judy thought she was going to die.

"I see," Caldwell said blandly. "That's unfortunate."

"What's wrong with the date of occupancy?" Paula Shein asked, her voice soft.

Judy eyed the tall woman carefully. She had the feeling something was brewing.

"What's wrong? I have to be out of my present place on the first of the month, and according to this I can't move into your house until the last of the month. At least, that is when you are scheduled to vacate it," McCarter pointed out. "I don't understand why it was changed."

"Maybe there's an error on your copy," Paula Shein suggested, getting up from her chair. She strolled around the table, her moves easy, graceful languid, and sexy. When she got behind Andrew McCarter, she leaned over him, and studied his papers. Judy saw that one of the woman's big, lush breasts was brushing the side of McCarter's head, and that he responded by leaning against the warm, soft mound and rubbing his cheek against Paula's shining satin blouse.

"Mr. McCarter," Paula said softly, "this agreement says we will vacate the house on the last day of the month, if you so desire. However, I don't see where it makes any statement as to when you are to move in." She shifted to rub her full breast provocatively against the man's cheek. She also slid one hand down and rested it on his thigh.

Judy watched a gleam come into McCarter's blue eyes. Leaning away from the tall woman pressed so intimately close to him, he looked first at her face, then his gaze traveled downward to admire the full thrust of her breasts and her trim waist. "Just what, exactly, are you driving at, Mrs. Shein?" he asked softly.

Judy's heart was hammering. Was Paula Shein such a wanton that she was going to seduce the man right here? Judy glanced at Steven Shein. He was watching the interplay between his wife and Andrew McCarter with great interest. When he felt Judy's gaze on him, he glanced at her and smiled. Judy realized then that the whole thing had been planned.

She shot a glance at Milton Caldwell. He was gripping the edge of the table so tightly the tips of his fingers were white. His collar looked too tight. It was cutting into the soft flesh of his neck, and the color of his face had changed from pink to red. His gray eyes were looking so hard at Paula Shein it looked as if they might push his glasses off his nose.

Paula Shein leaned easily back against the table beside Andrew McCarter, posing her long body in a graceful line. She began unbuttoning her satin blouse. "I am sure that you would find living with us for a month most – stimulating."

"Oh?" Andrew McCarter replied innocently. "In what way?" He dropped his gaze to the pair of breasts Paula Shein was slowly exposing. Her blouse was open down the center now. She wore no bra. He could see the magnificent full thrust of her bosom, the heavy, exciting undersides of her breasts, the deep, lush valley between them.

"Why, physically, of course," she answered. "Steven and I are students of a wide variety of physical cultures. For example," the concluded, leaning forward, placing her hands on the Irishman's cheeks, "touching." She lowered her mouth to his, her lips pursed, but open.

Paula was thrusting her tongue deep in McCarter's mouth in bold exploration, taking the initiative. Paula's heavy breasts swayed enticingly. Andrew McCarter took his hands from the edge of the table and reached for her heavy glands. Casually brushing her blouse open, he lifted and massaged the heavy globes, his palms rubbing over her large, alert nipples.

Judy was feeling rushes of flame sweep through her just from watching Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter necking and petting their way up to a searing plateau of lust. Tearing her eyes off them, she glanced at Milton Caldwell. He looked as if he was about to explode. Then Judy looked at Steven Shein. He looked interested but complacent. He cocked an eyebrow at Judy, then gave a small jerk of his head in the direction of Milton Caldwell.

The banker? What about the banker? Then understanding dawned. Obviously, the matter of date of occupancy was being negotiated already. That still left the problem of the prepayment penalty clause. Judy got up from her chair, her heart pounding. She felt both sick and excited. It was such a preposterous setting – the staid, conservative conference room of the bank. But it made it all the more exciting.

Milton Caldwell was barely aware of Judy's approach. When she moved into his line of sight, he shifted so he could still see Paula and Andrew. Judy sat on the table in front of Caldwell and glanced over her shoulder at Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter. What she saw sent her blood pressure soaring. She could not blame the banker for wanting to keep on watching.

The red-haired buyer had bared Paula to the waist. Still seated, he was leaning forward, his head tipped back. He was sucking and tonguing first one rubbery tit, then the other, making the dark buds gleam, and stand up proudly and ask for more attention. Paula was running her fingers through his auburn locks. Her head was tipped back, her breasts thrust forward. Her face was a mask of lust – open mouth, slitted eyes.

"About that prepayment penalty," Judy said softly to Caldwell, still listening to the ecstatic sighs from Paula Shein as McCarter sucked on her breasts.

Milton Caldwell shook his head. His necktie bobbed nervously as he swallowed. "Bank policy," he squeaked. His eyes were still locked on McCarter and Paula Shein.

Judy undid the top button of her blouse. "You can make an exception," she said softly.

Caldwell shook his head again, still without taking his eyes off the couple down the table from him. "I am sorry, but it is just not done. Except under extremely unusual circumstances."

Judy nodded her head in the direction of the buyer and the seller's wife. "Don't you think this is somewhat unusual?" She noticed that McCarter had both of his hands up under Paula Shein's skirt. As Judy watched, Paula lifted her hips. Andrew McCarter smoothly slid her lacy panties down her sleek, tan legs. Paula's grin was tight and excited and her white teeth flashed in the unforgiving fluorescent lighting.

"That – that has nothing to do with bank policy," Caldwell squeaked. "That is a private negotiation between buyer and seller."

"Hardly private," Judy pointed out as she saw McCarter lifting Paula's skirt and exposing her to the waist. The woman's lush buttocks flattened as she sat on the table, her ass right at the edge. The polished surface reflected the image of her bottom like a mirror.

Her blouse completely unbuttoned, Judy reached out and took one of Caldwell's limp hands. Gently, she placed his palm against one of her breasts, curved his fingers to match the soft mound, and pressed his hand to her warm bosom. "I am opening our negotiations right now," Judy pointed out. "I am acting as the buyer's agent in this matter."

"I see," Caldwell acknowledged in a strangled voice. "But I must be firm!"

Judy reached down to the banker's lap and traced the monumental bulge of the man's erection. "You certainly are firm," she observed. "You are definitely, very, very firm." After giving his cock a squeeze through his pants, she unzipped his trousers slowly. "Let's just bring our negotiations out in the open, shall we?" she said softly.

His cock was like the business end of a baseball bat. It stood upright in his lap. The zipper of his fly seemed to cut cruelly into the monster column. Judy solicitously undid his belt and the waist of his suit pants, and spread them open. His cock was threatening to rip the fly of his boxer shorts.

"Oh my!" the banker sighed.

For a moment Judy thought what she was doing had squeezed the noise out of him. Then she glanced at McCarter and Paula. The big Irishman's face was buried between the tall woman's lean, graceful thighs. He was chewing noisily at her thickly bushed pussy. Paula was grunting and whimpering ecstatically, her hands pulling on McCarter's red hair as she urged him deeper into her dripping crotch.

Judy reflected that she had told McCarter that Mrs. Shein tasted good. Afraid she might be losing her hold on her negotiating target, Judy quickly stripped her blouse off completely, baring herself to the waist. Sliding forward, she offered her small, pert, exciting, youthful breasts to the sweating banker. Still staring at the oral copulation down the table, he reached blindly for Judy's tits with both hands and massaged them eagerly. Judy placed her hands on the backs of his and pushed down firmly, showing the man how it should be done.

"Now, about that prepayment clause," she said softly.

Caldwell desperately tried to gather his resources. He had never experienced anything like this before in his life, never seen anything like what he was witnessing. That man was actually sticking his face in that woman's crotch! It was perverted! It was disgusting! It was the most incredibly exciting thing Milton Caldwell had ever seen in his entire life!!!

"No," he insisted desperately. "It-it must remain the way it is. Unless…"

"Unless what?" Judy asked softly.

"Unless your powers of persuasion are indeed unique," the banker stammered. "As unique and talented in your way as Mr. McCarter's are in his."

Judy glanced again at Andrew McCarter who was still chewing happily on Paula Shein's pussy. Paula was leaning back. Her rolling and twisting hips were thrust forward. Her nipples were hard, jutting at the ceiling in mute testimony to her lust. Her entire sensuous body was quivering in the throes of her orally triggered orgasm.

"You'd like some oral persuasion on the subject?" Judy asked.

Caldwell nodded tensely. His face was dripping with sweat.

Judy eyed the monster cock in the banker's lap dubiously. It looked too big for her mouth. But she had absolutely no choice in the matter. They were down to the final hour. Mark's life hung on what went on in this room right at this very moment.

Judy slid forward off the table. She swung Milton Caldwell's swivel chair so he faced her but could still watch the wild scene between Paula Shein and Andrew McCarter. Out of the corner of her eye, Judy saw that while McCarter was still eating happily from Paula's juicy trough, he was fumbling with his own clothes, unfastening his pants. Evidently their negotiations were entering a new phase.

Judy gripped the base of Milton Caldwell's cock in her fingers. Her hand was dwarfed by the huge tool. She could feel the masculine tower thrumming with excitement. Blue veins pulsed visibly just beneath the pale skin. The head was a monster pink rounded cone. The tiny slit at the tip was magnified by a clear crystalline drop in it.

Judy smeared that slippery sticky drop over the bulbous glans, making the meat shine in the harsh lighting. With her thumbs on the underside, pressing the yielding ridge that marked the central tunnel of Caldwell's phallus, she milked more fluid from his organ. Rising onto her knees, Judy leaned forward to place her mouth over the quivering monument to lust. She licked the cap of the erect penis delicately and felt a shiver go through Milton Caldwell.

Carefully, she bathed the entire rounded peak of his immense, hard organ. She lapped at it as if wearing down a triple dip ice cream cone. She tasted the secretions he had already produced, hot and salty and exciting. Her mouth watered, forcing her to swallow a wave of saliva. Her pussy was dripping into her panties with a hunger of its own.

Lifting her head for a moment, Judy glanced up at her quarry. He was gripping the arms of his chair tightly. His eyes were still fastened on McCarter and Paula Shein. Paula's legs dangled off the table. She was now stretched on her back on the polished wood, her ass right at the edge. Andrew McCarter had shoved his chair back and was standing between the woman's long, graceful legs. His pants were down around his ankles. He was setting the point of his iron hard prick in the hot bushy nest of Paula Shein's sex. As Judy watched, he drove his steely organ into her dripping orifice, through the soggy twisted kinks of her pubic hair.

"Oh, my!" Milton Caldwell exclaimed in a breathy voice. "Oh, my goodness!"

"The prepayment clause?" Judy reminded him desperately, trying to keep her own lust-crazed mind on the problem.

"NO!" the banker insisted. "You haven't convinced me yet."

Judy bent over his lap again, her eyes focusing on his huge cock. It was aimed up into her face like a huge carnal missile. She pursed her lips and encircled the rounded nose cone of his phallus, drew her head back, sucking blood right to the tip of his stupendous organ.

"Mmmmm," the banker groaned, his hips shifting in his chair.

Her arms hooked over Caldwell's thighs, her hands steadying her meal, Judy lowered her head and took more of the quivering tower in her mouth. She stroked the sensitive underside with her velvety tongue. She sucked to draw still more blood to his already engorged tissues.

"Mmmmm," she purred. She had to admit that the banker's cock tasted delicious. Her pussy was dripping with excitement. She was a cock-sucker! And she loved it.

Bobbing her head, she took more of the huge organ into her mouth, in between her teeth. She remembered how much of Andrew McCarter's cock she had been forced to take, and wondered if she could possibly take even half of Milton Caldwell's incredible staff. Pushing down, she drove the hot sausage toward the back of her throat. Then she lifted her head, sucking and slurping her spit off the hot column of meat. Spitting out her meal for a moment, she cast a quick glance at Andrew McCarter and Paula Shein.

They were doing it right there on the conference table. Or, at least Paula was on the table, on her back, her marvelous, lush breasts quivering, her tits pointing at the ceiling, her head rolling from side to side with passion. Her ass was nearly off the table, and Andrew McCarter was standing between her thighs. Her legs were doubled up, her thighs stretched so wide the tendons on the insides stood out. McCarter was slamming his cock deep into Paula's streaming vagina. When he rammed in, their bodies impacted with a slapping squishy sound. He was reaching forward now, mashing his hands down on Paula's breasts, crushing them flat against her ribs, pinning her to the unyielding conference table.

Steven Shein? What was he doing? Judy risked a quick glance in his direction. He was standing, leaning over the table, staring down at his wife's passion-crazed face. He himself looked nearly insane with lust.

Judy realized that he was without a partner.

"Mrs. Penncroft?" Milton Caldwell asked softly.

Judy shook her head. What about Steven Shein? There had to be something for him, too. Judy realized she was the only one who was empty and hungry.

"Steven," she croaked.

Shein's head whipped around. Judy looked at him hungrily, desperately. At the same time, she lifted her skirt, hooked her thumbs in her panties and hauled them down her thighs to her knees. She deliberately exposed the pale, lush moons of her ass to the man's horny gaze. Let him make of that exposure what he would.

Judy turned her attention back to the banker in front of her. She impaled her head on his monumental erection again and felt it swell more. She pumped her head on it hungrily.

Suddenly there were hands on her, lifting her skirt, baring her naked white ass. She was half leaning forward, her bottom thrust back toward Steven Shein. Forced to devote her full attention to the cock in her mouth, she could only trust Shein would use or abuse her appropriately. She felt Caldwell's balls delicately, trying to gauge his readiness to cum, the level of his excitement. He was wheezing and panting.

There was a thrust at Judy's ass that made her jerk. Something huge and hot was pressing between her buttocks, wedging into her crack. That was too high, far off the mark from her vagina. But she couldn't do anything about it. Did she want to do anything about it? There was a stab at her anus that sent a blast of fire through her.

"Aaahh!" she gasped around the phallus glutting her. Milton Caldwell's hips surged up, ramming his titanic organ to the back of her mouth.

Desperately, before she totally lost control of herself, Judy spat out the monstrous hot meaty prick. "The prepayment clause," she croaked.

"No!" the banker squeaked.

Judy squeezed his cock painfully in her fingers. "The prepayment clause," she mumbled desperately, feeling a fiery burning at her anus. She could feel the heat of Steven Shein's powerful body behind her.

"All right," the banker caved in abruptly. "Just don't leave me like this, please don't leave me like this." She saw him drag the papers over, paw wildly through them with one hand and cross something out with a palsied stroke, and initial it.

Judy prayed it was the right clause. She speared her head on his burgeoning cock, driving it clear to the back of her mouth until her throat knotted and her stomach began heaving. Pumping with her hand, she pistoned her head on the ravening organ between her lips, sucking and swallowing desperately, massaging it with her tongue.

She lurched and almost bit the banker as Steven Shein changed his aim, thrusting his phallus deep into Judy's vagina without warning. She felt a searing bolt of disappointment. That really wasn't where she wanted to be fucked. She wiggled her ass in frustration.

Then Steven Shein hauled his phallus out of her dripping, slippery pussy. His prick slimy with lubrication, he jammed it at her anus again. And this time Judy felt her rectal shincter yielding to him, spreading slowly open to admit his phallus. There was unbelievable pain mingled with ungodly pleasure.

"Oh-oh-oh-Oh God, I'm cumminnngggg!" Paula Shein yelled. Her cry was soaked up by the soundproofing of the ceiling. Her long lush body convulsed and threshed on top of the conference table. Judy saw out of the corner of her eye that Andrew McCarter was slamming his cock full depth into Paula's deep hole. His balls were pulled tight up against his body. Then a thick wave of creamy fluid oozed down them and dropped thickly onto the expensive gray carpeting.

"Rrrrrrgggghhhh," Judy gargled around the phallus in her mouth. Cock was pounding deep into her rectum, stuffing her bowels with meat, totally reversing everything she had ever experienced. Her lust blazed higher and higher.

Gripping Judy's trim waist in his strong hands, Steven Shein slammed his cock deep in the tight gripping hole of her anus. It clung to his phallus, a tight greasy sheath that caressed his penis in a way no vagina ever had. He drew back and slammed into her again, and again, feeling her flesh pull and tug at his. He wasn't going to be able to hold his climax off for long. Watching his wife with Andrew McCarter had sent Shein's lust boiling up to an incredible level. He had been about ready to masturbate to relieve the explosive tension in his groin when he had seen Judy look at him significantly and lower her panties. The sight of her shining, pale exciting ass had drawn him like a magnet. With her bent over the way she had been, sucking the banker's unbelievably huge cock, there had been one obvious target for his lust. Shein had tried, unlubricated, to bore his way into her rectum. Then he took advantage of her readily available lubrication and attained success.

He heaved on Judy's waist, matching his drives to the wild bobbing of her head on Caldwell's cock. Judy was sucking and sucking and sucking on the banker's huge tower of meat. She was cumming, wordlessly, silently. An unbelievable rush of fire was streaming through her entire body. She had the feeling that Shein's and Caldwell's cocks were going to meet somewhere deep in her body as she absorbed their ravening thrusts in the opposite ends of her alimentary canal. Then Shein's fingers plunged into her empty but drowning pussy, and Judy's entire body knotted as her orgasm increased in power.

Judy slammed her head down, pounding the huge, brutal cock into her throat, feeling her gullet stretch at the monstrous invasion. She felt the eruption of cum, quivering, rumbling, roaring the length of the pillar between her lips. Mammoth wads of cum were pounding down her working, swallowing throat. Peristaltic waves massaged the head of Caldwell's cock and propelled the semen into a hot pool in Judy's belly.

Those same peristaltic contractions seemed to carry clear to her anus. Her rectum suddenly convulsed around the huge shaft lodged in it, and semen sprayed deep into her bowels. Steven Shein had his spurting organ drilled as deeply into Judy as it would go. His strong hips were jammed up against her soft buttocks, crushing them with their power. His entire body heaved with every fiery pulse of semen that slammed deep into Judy's ass.

Judy felt as if she were being roasted on a penile spit that ran through her from her mouth to her anus. Her body was one searing ball of pleasure as she came and was flooded by the sperm of her two ravishers. She clung to Caldwell and squirmed her ass against Shein as she climaxed. Shein's fingers drowned in her pussy.

The pulsings of the cocks in her faded reluctantly, slowly, then died completely. Desperate for air, Judy spat out the banker's organ and sucked in a huge lungful. As she did, she felt her rectum crap out Steven Shein's shrinking organ. Her strained anus let a gooey wave of semen drool down into the crack of her ass.

Steven Shein gone from behind her, Judy slumped back on her heels. Her skirt fell to cover her naked ass and pussy. For a long time she just breathed, feeling the hot pools of cum congeal deep in her body.

Half an hour later she was walking out of the bank, barely aware of her aches and pains. Tucked safely in the bottom of her purse were two cashier's checks, each for fifteen thousand dollars.

She started toward the hospital and her husband.

Content

Simon Jillson
Real estate saleswoman

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE