Chapter 1

"Well, for Christ's sake, would you look at that!" the big man muttered to himself, staring out the window. He turned to speak to a dark-haired young woman lying on a couch across the room.

"Hey, Anna, you'd never guess what's moving in across the street!"

"Let me try," she replied in a bored voice. A moment passed. "Sword dancers?" she asked sarcastically. "A flea circus?" A troup of trained walruses and their sealion manager ?"

"Cut the comedy," the big man said, flushing angrily at the mockery in the woman's voice. "Get off your lazy ass and come over and look."

The woman settled back on the couch, but curiosity got the better of her. As she got up, the robe she was wearing parted for a moment, showing a flash of smooth bare thighs. Taking her time, she walked over to the window and looked out. She had to stand close to the man but was careful not to touch him. Each time a shift in his position brought him closer to her, she moved back the barest fraction of an inch, just enough to keep them separated.

"Well, what do you think of that little cunt?" the man asked with a grin.

Across the street a large moving van was backed up to a house. Two men, obviously the drivers of the van, from their overalls, were carrying in furniture. Another man stood nearby, watching, but Anna knew that none of these people, nor the van, was what had captured the interest of the man next to her. A young woman, blonde, with a stunning figure was excitedly directing the two workmen. She was wearing a pair of tight white shorts and a halter top which did little to hide the enticing movements of her large, obviously well-shaped breasts.

"Well... how about it?" the big man asked impatiently.

"Oh, Max... for Christ's sake," the woman said disgustedly. "So it's a cunt. To listen to you talk, anybody'd believe you never saw one before."

"God! I sure as hell haven't seen many like that," he answered, licking his lips nervously. "Oh, my fuckin' balls. Look at the way her tits are bouncing... and look at her ass, just trying to bust out of those shorts."

Anna didn't say anything more, but she had to admit, Max did have a point. She couldn't help admiring the other woman's admittedly lovely young body. Nor did she fail to understand Max's obvious lust for the girl. She felt a mild rush of interest herself as she watched the young blonde moving between the house and the van, getting in the men's way, trying to help them carry some of the smaller items. A good body, she thought lazily, and wondered what the girl would look like naked, without those shorts and that silly halter. I haven't touched a woman for a long time, she mused. I wonder if her tits are as solid as they look. Yes, she could understand the interest of the man next to her in the girl, but she was repelled by the crudity of his lust. She watched him excitedly staring at the girl, his eyes glittering, his hands clenching into fists, and from time to time, his thick tongue slithered over his lips, trying to moisten their heated surfaces. A real pig, she thought with disgust.

"l've gotta have a better look," he suddenly said. "Get me my binoculars."

"Oh, for Christ's sake, Max. lf you stand here gawking out the window with a pair of binoculars growing out of your head, they'll see you. You want them to think there's a bunch of weirdos over here?"

"Goddamn it, Anna," the man snarled at her, jerking his small eyes away from the window and fastening them angrily on her. "I said to get the binoculars. Now don't give me any of your smart- ass lip."

Anna held her ground for a moment, her dark eyes locking with Max's pale gray ones. Then her gaze dropped and she left the room without a word, returning a minute later with a pair of binoculars. Max moved back from the window before he placed the binoculars against his eyes and began to scan the little party across the street.

"l'm not as dumb as you think," he told Anna. "They can't see me this way, back from the window. For one thing, it's darker in here and bright sun out there..." His voice caught and stopped. "Christ!" he said sharply. "She's bending over facing me. Wow... What a pair of tits... !" He fell silent, staring intently through the binoculars for several minutes. One large hand dropped down to the front of his pants, and Anna saw with disgust that he was slowly massaging the obscenely growing bulge there as his penis hardened and swelled under the restraining material. God, he could get it up watching a cow piss, she told herself acidly.

Anna was a medium-size woman, in her late-twenties, but her lush, well-developed figure made her seem bigger. Her coloring was dark, with skin the color of ivory, set off by thick dark hair that cascaded down over her shoulders and framed her face in heavy tendrils of smoky brown. When she wanted to, Anna would let her hair fall forward, half-hiding her dark lustrous eyes, which she knew how to make glitter in sulky invitation.

Max was a much rougher-cut figure. A big, bulky man of about fifty, he had once been very good looking, and he still retained traces of handsomeness, but they were for the most part buried under a disfiguring coarseness brought on by decades of dissipation, sullied by an innate cruelty that had hardened his features while his body thickened. His hair was turning iron- gray, cut in a bristling crewcut that only enhanced the air of violence that hung about the big man like a constant threat. The two of them, he and Anna, made an incongruous couple, and many people had asked themselves what the two were doing together.

Anna still stood near the window, watching the little drama across the street--the laboring men, the obviously excited young blonde, the other man, standing and watching as the draped furniture and heavy boxes made their way from the emptying van and began to fill the house. Must be her first house, Anna thought, gauging the other woman's excitement. I wonder how it feels to be excited over something? She wondered if they were newlyweds, but from the watching man's semi-indifferent manner, doubted it. Her scrutiny shifted to him. She judged him to be a little younger than herself, and a good-looking man. He was tall and slender, without being thin. Good shoulders, Anna thought approvingly. He had fairly short hair, black, just long enough to hint at a frustrated desire to grow it longer. Even at his distance she could make out a few tendrils curling over his ears. Wonder what kind of a man he is! Anna thought. I wonder how he treats his little wife!

Her thoughts were interrupted by a loud guffaw from Max. The overeager young woman across the street had been trying to carry too-heavy a box and had dropped it, spilling its contents all over the lawn. She stood in despair a moment, looking down at the scattered pile of small items, some of them still rolling across the grass. The girl looked up at her husband for encouragement but all she got was a condescending grin. Superior bastard! Anna thought with irritation, as the man ordered his wife to pick up the spilled contents of the box.

"Oh, Christ, will you look at those buns!" Max yelled in glee as the girl bent down and began putting the various items back in the box. Even without the binoculars Anna could see the flimsy white material of the too-tight shorts suck up in between the girl's ass-cheeks and ride high to bare the gently rounded swell of her lower buttocks. She was kneeling, her legs spread a little, ant the tight mound of her pussy bulged enticingly between well-rounded thighs.

"Anna, I swear I'm gonna get into that ass," Max was mumbling, more to himself than to her. "I swear I'm gonna split it wide open with old Fred here," and he obscenely squeezed the ever-growing bulge in the front of his pants.

"Sounds like your usual technique," Anna answered.

"You got any complaints about the way I fuck?" Max demanded, pulling the binoculars away from his eyes and turning to glare angrily at her.

"It'd take a book," she replied, knowing she should keep her mouth shut, but led on by the desire to insult him. "A hundred volumes."

"You sure as hell never bitched while you were getting it rammed up that cock-gobbling cunt of yours."

"I was too busy trying to keep from throwing up," Anna responded sulkily, pushing her luck. Max's face crimsoned. He started to say something but then jerked the glasses back to his eyes, staring for a moment at the blonde girl, who was still crouched down on the ground, her buttocks presented invitingly back in their direction while she laboriously refilled the box. Max looked back at Anna, a cold grin coming over his hard face, and Anna knew she had gone too far.

"See that ass out there?" he said in a silky voice. "I'm gonna pretend you're it. Now get over here and pull up your robe!"

"The hell you say!" Anna snapped back. "You think you can fuck me just like that ?"

"I know I can fuck you just like that!" Max replied. "Now get your ass in front of me and bend over. I want something for old Fred here to do while I watch that gorgeous little cunt across the street."

Anna was icy with rage. "You think you can use me like..."

"Like a piece of furniture," Max cut in. "Now are you coming over here or do I have to drag you?" He was growing angry, too, his heavy features reddening and his eyes glittering hotly in their deep-set sockets. The two of them stood, rigid, glaring at one another.

"You've gotten too big for your britches lately, Anna," Max said quietly, his voice cold and deadly. "I can't permit that. Now... you know what I can do... if you make me... So get your ass over here... NOW!" The last words were shouted. Anna's gaze faltered, then dropped, and she moved slowly over in front of Max, her face working with repressed anger, but doing as he ordered.

"Wait a moment," Max said, and dragged a heavy table over in front of the window. "Now lie down on your belly," he ordered. Knowing what he wanted, Anna placed the upper part of her body on the table, her feet still on the floor. She gripped the sides of the table with her hands, knowing she'd need the leverage if she wasn't to be pushed off onto the floor.

"Okay, sweetheart, now let's see what kind of a substitute you make," Max said. With one hand he pulled the back of Anna's robe up, baring her buttocks. The lovely satiny half-moons lay naked before his devouring gaze and Max ran his hand eagerly over their rounded fullness, reaching between Anna's partly spread thighs to pull cruelly at her silky brown pubic hair. She jerked at his touch.

"I wonder if she's a real blonde," Max muttered, looking up from Anna's lewdly bared buttocks to survey the girl across the street. "I'm sure as hell going to find out," he vowed, and wasting no more time, he hastily unzipped his pants and reaching inside, pulled his painfully throbbing cock out into the open.

"Okay, Fred, it's lunchtime," he fondly said down to the swollen, blue-veined rod that jutted out of his trousers, ringed by a fringe of woolly pubic hair. "Come on, bitch, open up!" he ordered Anna, prying her thighs apart with his hands when she hesitated. For the moment Max forgot his blonde obsession as he stared hungrily down at Anna's helplessly exposed genitals. Her full fleshy outer cuntal lips pouted from between her long sleek thighs, half-hidden under their smoky veil of pussy-hair, but he could vaguely make out the pink gleam of her inner slit beneath. Reaching down, he brushed the soft curly tendrils aside, and then brutally rammed one hard finger in between the softly swelling lips, feeling it grow wet with Anna's ever-ready vaginal juices. Christ! Get a cock near this broad and she starts dripping, Max marveled. Which was a good thing, because he rarely took the time to prepare her for the sudden invasion of his huge, rock-hard penis. At that very moment, the only thing that held him back from ramming the aching staff he was slowly massaging, up into the lovely body before him was the concern that too much haste might hurt his tender foreskin.

With that in mind, Max moved the bloated, purplish tip of his massive organ forward, using his hand to work it up into Anna's hot wet slit, watching in fascination as its blunt end pushed aside the spongy outer lips, making room for its engorged bulk.

"Mmmmmmmm, baby," Max moaned, shutting his eyes and imagining that it was the blonde whose hot cuntal flesh felt so soft and slick under his touch. He reached down and began to press hard against Anna's clitoris, feeling the tender little button throb under his careless finger.

He felt a long shuddering quiver ripple through Anna's body, but he couldn't have cared less how what he was doing felt to her. What he was trying to do was get her good and wet so he could get into her tight muscular vagina easier.

Gratified, he felt fresh juices gush out of the trapped woman's vagina and coat his probing finger with their slick wetness. Max quickly worked his bulbous cock-head up and down Anna's rapidly moistening slit, coating its bullet-shaped head with her slippery secretions. Teasingly he moved his ready probe higher, pressing it for a moment against the tiny brown pucker of Anna's rectum, feeling her body go rigid with fear. Max chuckled, remembering the time he had fucked her there. God, she squealed like a pig, he thought in amusement as he remembered how Anna had squirmed in agony below his invading cock, trying to escape from his iron grip. He was tempted to do it again, but knew he'd have to use all his strength to hold her down and that would distract his attention from the blonde.

Below, stretched out on the cold surface of the table, Anna was hating herself as she felt Max's hands and cock roaming at will between her subserviently open thighs. The son-of-a-bitch! she raged. One of these days I'm going to cut his heart out! But she knew she wouldn't do it. No, not even that would break the hold he had over her. As much as she despised him, time and time again she would have to let this hated man defile her helpless body. A groan of self-loathing escaped from her tightly clamped lips as she felt a bolt of white hot feeling shoot up from her mauled clitoris as Max's hard finger dug into its tender sense- buds. What she hated most was the way her treacherous body reacted independently of her mind, finding pleasure in the disgusting things this half-animal did to it. If I just had the will-power to lie here and pretend it wasn't happening, the prone young woman thought in despair. But no! Already she could feel the hot wetness of her copiously reacting sex juices flowing between her thighs, making her vagina ready for the crude violation that was certain to come. Her genitals burned with an electric heat as Max's rough fondling kindled their inner fires.

"Unnnnnhhhhh," Anna grunted as she felt Max's cock-head suddenly slam up into her only partially ready vagina. A bolt of sharp pain made her try to twist away from the brutal invasion of her tender inner passage, but Max's powerful hands easily held her down.

Unable to hold himself back any longer, Max had lined up his bulging cock-head with the pink-petaled fleshy opening of his captive's vaginal hole and then driven his hips brutally forward, ramming the rigid fleshy pole up into the surprised woman's futilely squirming body. It took several hard, powerful thrusts to do it, but eventually Max's rubbery cock was buried all the way up to the hilt in Anna's body, his pubic hair brushing obscenely against her tightly puckered asshole. Taking one last look at the way the thick stump of his penis jutted back out from between Anna's swollen cuntal lips, Max picked up the binoculars and once again began to examine the crouching girl across the street.

"Oooohhh, you tender little cunt..." he moaned as he began to slowly fuck in and out of Anna's vagina, "I'm gonna throw it to you just like this." And he continued to look at the tight white shorts stretched over the girl's buttocks as she knelt, imagining it was her he was sliding his cock into. One big hand resting on Anna's quivering buttocks below, kneading the firmly rounded globes with his fingers, savoring the creamy feel of the skin, leaving angry red marks behind when he dug in too far.

Oh, the bastard! What a cock! Anna moaned to herself in despair as she felt Max's huge meaty shaft slithering in and out of her overfilled cunt, stretching her, opening up her insides with its relentless advance. She cursed the way her body reacted to her tormentor's undeniably big organ, but there seemed to be nothing she could do about it--except for the time he had taken her in the asshole, and the pain had been so bad that the only thing she'd wanted to do was get away. There was pain now, too, but already it was changing to an enfeebling pleasure as her vaginal opening widened to admit Max's ruthlessly plunging member. He was in deeper now, and as Anna felt the rubbery tip of his cock shoved hard against the sensitive opening of her cervix, the last of Anna's will-power faded.

"Ooooohhhh" she moaned, embarrassed to hear sounds of pleasure coming from her throat. She fought to hold herself back, but another of Max's deep thrusts pounded up into her quivering belly, weakening the last of Anna's resolve. Her fingers gripped the edge of the table and she raised her ass off the cold hard surface, making it easier for Max to gain entrance to her now voraciously churning pussy.

"That's the way, you blonde cunt," Max was saying, oblivious to Anna's presence as he avidly watched the distant girl through his binoculars--sensing the hot, wet, cuntal flesh wrapped so satisfyingly around his shuddering cock, but preferring to imagine blonde pubic hair there, rather than Anna's silky dark strands.

Doubly humiliated, Anna gritted her teeth as she lay on the hard table, her head twisted sideways, dark hair spilling over her face, obscuring her features. I hope he gets it over with soon, she said to herself, then the further thought crept treacherously into her mind--as soon as I cum!

Knowing that right now she was only a convenient vagina to the man fucking into her compliant body while he fantasized what he was going to do to the girl across the street added new dimensions to Anna's hatred, a hatred that grew with every moment's realization that she was enjoying what Max was doing to her. At least I can be quiet, Anna thought despairingly and bit her lip to stifle the moans of pleasure that Max's deep thrusts were tearing out of her body. Beyond her control now, a powerful orgasm was beginning to build in the humiliatingly sprawled young woman's genitals and she stiffened her body to withstand its assault.

From above Max could sense Anna's quickening responses. He slid his fingers down the cunt-slippery shaft of his relentlessly drumming cock as it slid in and out of Anna's gushing pussy-hole, probing at her hot swollen inner cunt-flesh with his finger tipsy discovering how much her formerly tightly clenched vaginal opening had flowered to admit his probing manhood. Keeping the binoculars fastened on the stranger across the street, he imagined it was her tender young body he was fondling, and as he thought it, he could feel his own orgasm on the way.

"Oh, Christ," he said as his balls began to harden and draw up into his body. He slit his hand madly over Anna's naked twitching buttocks, brutally fondling the smooth hot flesh. Just as he felt the first hot rush of his sperm, he impulsively rammed the tip of one finger up inside the excited woman's rectum, as far as it would go.

Anna's whole body jerked under this new assault, and her fingernails scraped across the table's hard surface. She was already trembling on the brink of orgasm, and Max's finger in her ass, in addition to the wildly stimulating feel of his thick semen rifling in hot rushes up into her womb, touched off a white-hot explosion in the helplessly excites young woman's ravished body.

"Aaaaaahhhhh," she choked out, forgetting that she wanted to keep silent. Her pelvis began to work madly up and down, slamming her hips down against the table, pushing her cunt back against Max's relentlessly thrusting loins. Her vaginal muscles worked spasmodically, clutching desperately at Max's thick spouting shaft, forcing their combined cum back out around the jerking member in a heavy spray which gushed over the edge of the table and soaked the front of Max's pants.