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Every single night while he would try to go to sleep, the same shit would start. He could hear his father's voice getting louder and faster as the worthless fuck wound him into a tantrum, and he could hear his mother's sobbing get louder and shakier by the moment. The violence would be starting soon. What surprised him most was the fact that despite all the ill treatment by his father his mother never thought about separation. "Is she a masochist? And his father a Sadist?" He thought but he had no final answer to this question. It had been so long that Martin couldn't even remember a time when it wasn't like this. His father would just sit on his ass every day, drinking beer and watching TV, while his mom went out to the office. Then he would bitch her out when she got home about how the house was a hellhole and that a decent wife could keep it in better shape. She would make dinner for him because he thought that "Only women and faggots cook," and he would invariably start bitching about some minor detail. The peas were overdone. The steak was too tough. He would find something. His father expected no less than absolute perfection in all things, and was always ready to say so. Martin was a big boy, eighteen in less than a month. He had spent his whole life trying to live up to perfection. He helped around the house, even when his mother insisted he didn't have to. He made the honor roll, not that his father didn't call him stupid anyway. He was captain of the wrestling team, even though only his mother ever should up to tournaments. He had gotten a job at Wal-Mart and helped pay the bills, even though his father called him a leech. He would do all these things and more if he could, if only to see that sweet, sad look of pride in his mom's face. It was his mother Judy who spurred him on to perfection. His mother was perfection, if only the old fucker would ever realize it. She held down a full-time job and made enough money for them to live comfortably, kept the house clean if not spotless, cooked divine meals, and was incredibly good looking on top of it all. Martin couldn't think of a single girl his own age that even looked that good. His mom could have been a model easily. "Why the fuck can't you just do something right for once, you stupid cunt? All I fucking ask is for a clean home and a halfway fucking decent meal, and you can't even do that! Bad enough I have to spend my days out pounding the pavement trying to find a job without having to deal with you and your retard shit!" he heard his father shout. He can't take it anymore but he doesn't have the courage to stop his father from his violent ways. He got up and came out of his room and quietly left his home. He was sure when he will come back things will be a lot normal. Perhaps he was wrong in his thinking. Just as he left the house his mother called him for help but he was not there. As soon as she called her son's name her husband backhanded her as hard as he could. The slim, petite woman was almost lifted from her feet and thrown against the wall. Weakly, she felt her crushed lips, the trickle of the red, red blood dribbling down her chin. "Why did you do that, Bert? Why?" she asked. "Teach you not to give me no more lip, that's why!" Judy's knees had turned to rubber. She felt her guts chum and go weak and watery. Bert was treating her like a slave instead of his wife and mother of his son. She had tried to do what she could do to cure him of his dependence on liquor, but it seemed that the more she meddled, the worse Bert got. Finally, Judy had resigned herself to the fact that Bert probably was better off going on his binges. When Bert saw blood on his wife's mouth he started to think about something to defend his action. "You are making me sick, showing off your drooping boobs like that. Ya ain't got any shame left, do you? You are nothing' but a cheap whore now screwing' every stud in this goddamn neighborhood!" Judy looked at her husband in surprise. She was as faithful as a wife could be. Sure, she had looked around at some of the men in the neighborhood, but she was a good wife. Faithful to her marriage vows! "What the hell are you talking about, Bert? I don't understand what you mean." "Don't lie to me, you fucking bitch!" Bert snarled. "I know you been going around the place selling your body to any man who can get five bucks together." His blurry eyes drank in the vision of his wife's beauty. It was incredible that a thirty-eight years old woman could be so youthful in body and face. It did turn the heads of most of the men she passed on the street. They appreciated the trim lines, the taut, firm fits that jutted proudly in front of her body, swaying the barest amount as she walked. Judy didn't consciously wiggle her ass for any passing male to ogle. It was just a part of her that she couldn't control. Judy was a sexy woman. She wasn't responsible for what nature had done to her. Judy tried to pull her nightgown closer around her voluptuous, youthful- appearing 'body in an unconscious move. "Damn you!" Bert cried, crossing the room to where his wife cowered by the wall. "You sell your body to any two-bit stud and now you are tryin' to keep me from fucking you! WHORE!" Bert brutally grabbed Judy's antis and shook her. Judy's brushed hair became disarrayed and fluttered around her face like a cobweb of platinum strands. Before she could wipe away the fresh rivulet of blood, Ice seized her hands. His powerful fist clamped tightly around both of his wife's slender, almost fragile wrists. Judy was incapable of freeing herself from his grip. "Don't get me mad, whore, or you'll really regret it!" "Stop this, Bert. PLEASE! You're my husband! I love you!" The rest of her words were lost in a choking that seized her. "Love me? Sluts like you don't know the meaning of the word;" he was not in a mood to show any mercy tonight. "That gown yer wearin' is disgusting. I'm going to rip it off your ugly body!" Bert grabbed a handful of the nylon fabric and yanked. The torn fabric however only tore slightly. It hadn't ripped off the quivering woman's tender body like Bert had anticipated. Judy shuddered. She had been humiliated. Now what did this drunken madman have in mind? She wouldn't have minded his cock inside her. The only thing she loved was the feel of Bert's long, huge tool surging up into her cunt. But she knew that he wouldn't use his prick on her. That was too easy, and this entire drunken scene had been nothing but pure hell for her solar. Bert was sure to come up with something obscene and painful-and degrading "What's going on, Bert? Tell me! Why are you doing this to me?" "Why? You're askin' why? John's told me about all the guys you been screwin' around with. And you askin' me why!" "John?" Suddenly things began to fall into place. Judy had told John to go play with himself when he'd put the make on her at the office party last month. This was that evil bastard's way of getting even 'with her! "Bert, listen! John's been lying to you. I haven't been sleeping around. I even put him off and he must be pissed at me for it. I've been-" "Shut up!" Bert landed a stunning blow to the side of her head. *** It was quiet late when Martin retuned to his home. The instant Martin entered the darkened home he knew something was wrong. There was a feeling about the stilled living room that made him uneasy. With infinite caution, he made his way to his parent's room. The scene that lay before him was something totally beyond his experience. His father was naked and was passed out at the bed. When he saw his mother, his heart almost stopped. His father tied her to a chair. He couldn't believe that anyone would do such a thing to her. Judy still lay on her side, hands cruelly bound with the thin twine cutting into her soft flesh. Martin rushed to his mother's side and instantly saw he would never be able to loosen her bonds without a knife. "Hang on a second, Mom!" Martin told her as he rummaged in the drawer for a knife. He found a small paring knife and swiftly cut the string holding his mother. She gratefully collapsed on the floor, free at last from her bonds. "What happened?" Martin had to ask, but he could guess. His father was drunk on his ass again. And only his father could have thought up such a cruel and bizarre act as had obviously occurred. All the hatred he felt for his father reactivated suddenly. Then he heard his mother saying something to him, "Water, please, Martin, get me some water." He obliged and She gulped the liquid down in thirsty, greedy swallows before she could continue, "It was Bert. He... he came home drunk as a lord. And... oh, Martin!" Judy broke down, clutched at Martin's shoulder and began to sob. Martin didn't know how to handle the situation. He patted his mother on the back and felt ineffectual. He was out of his league and knew it. He'd been thinking about leaving home because he couldn't stand his father any longer. This seemed to be the straw that broke the camel's back. He'd have to do something more drastic than merely leave now~ And Martin didn't know what it would be. "Did... Dad do this to you?" he asked Judy in a tiny voice. The woman could only nod her head in assent. She was too shaken by her ... experiences to speak. Coldness settled into Martin's gut. He didn't know if he could kill his own father or not, but at this instant, he'd be happy to fly. Anyone who could mistreat two beautiful women didn't deserve to live. And yet-it was his father. He owed some allegiance to him. Blood was thicker than water, or so everyone was fond of saying. But if that were true, why had his father done all those terrible thins to his wife? Martin was mentally wrestling with the problem when Bert stirred from his drunken slumber. The man punted, scratched his crotch, then tossed aside the empty bottle. He belched mightily and managed to open one bleary eye. He spotted Martin standing in the middle of the room clutching the naked Judy to his shoulder. "About time you dragged your ass home, kid. Where ya been?" Martin's voice was low, controlled and frosty. "Did you do this to Mom?" The youth wanted to hear it from his father's lips. "Hell, yes. She asked for it. Been 'fuckin' around with every guy in the city. John told me all about it." Martin's temper was beginning to flare. His hands trembled as he tiled to soothe his mother. He knew that he'd do something really rash, something he might regret if his father didn't come out with same sort of reason more than "John said so". "Course I did. Them two's always been liars. John's my good buddy. He wouldn't lie to me. And don't you go givin' me no back talk either, kid, I'm not putting up with any shit off you, either." "Don't threaten me, old man. You might be able to beat up and rape women and but you're not up to taking me on." Martin pushed his mother aside and stood, hands on hips, facing his father. "You, you FUCKER!" His father screamed as he charged Martin with upraised fists. One clenched fist connected with Martin's shoulder and spun him around. The bruise appeared almost instantly. But Martin was in a towering rage. The minor pain was nothing to him. A blood rage rose and blanketed, out everything else. He would fix his old man once and for all. This would be the last time Bert King ever had the chance to beat up on his wife Judy. Martin was no longer hot he was polar cold. He had lost any nervousness he'd once had. As if all of his nerve endings had died, Martin felt like a machine. A killing machine! And the one purpose was to eliminate this miserable specimen of humanity. Martin danced forward, launched a savage kick at his father's kneecap and missed. But his father had to dodge and was off balance. Martin's right fist rocketed out and slammed with a meaty thud into his father's midsection. What had once been muscle had long since turned to fat. Martin's fist disappeared up to the wrist. As his father doubled over, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Martin marveled at being a detached observer. It was as if someone else brought his or her knee up into Bert's face to break the nose. A slow- motion geyser of blood spewed out in a small arc to splatter on the floor. But Bert wasn't finished. For all his potbelly and fat, there was still a toughness in him that couldn't be denied. He straightened up and swung again at Martin's face. Martin moved a fraction of an inch and let the blow drift by. With all the force he could summon, the teenager swung for the broken nose dribbling blood. Martin was big, strong and at his peak. When he connected with Bert's already mangled face, there was a dull crunch! And Martin's father was knocked from his feet. Bert lay for a moment on his back, and then struggled to his feet. As he attempted to stand, however, his foot slipped in some of the blood that had spilled from his gushing nose. He fell heavily and-hit ~-his head on the corner of a table. A sudden snap echoed throughout the tiny room. Bert crumpled to the floor and didn't stir. Martin was breathing heavily as he went to his mother and put his hand around her. "I don't think he's going to hurt you any more. Not tonight. You are safe." "Is... is he dead?" Judy asked, her voice quavering in fright at everything that had occurred that night. "I doubt it." Martin began to have his doubts, though. He made sure his mother was sitting down and quiet. She patted him reassuringly on the shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry; Martin. Everything will be okay." A quick examination confirmed hi& suspicions. He said in a low voice, "He's barely breathing. I think we'd batter get him to the hospital. It looks pretty bad, too." Chapter Two ----------- Martin went to the telephone and quickly dialed the operator. A few terse words and he was told that an ambulance would be sent on its way immediately. Martin replaced the phone in its cradle without any feeling of triumph. His father lay before him on the floor. Naked and unmoving, it was hard to imagine that the man had been responsible for the hideous torture of his wife Judy. "The ambulance will be here in a few minutes. Go get dress properly, I don't think it would be too smart to have them see you-like this." He helped his mother pull a dress and go to change in his room rather than in her. It wouldn't do for this family scandal to become public. Their town wasn't the biggest city in the, world, and, like all small towns; a scandal spread like wildfire. In a few days, everyone in town would know that Bert King had been torturing his wife and his son had almost killed him when he found out. Martin wanted to avoid any possible publicity. His mother had been through enough already. Further publicity in this wouldn't be to anyone's advantage except the news-hungry vultures in town. Martin composed himself just in time to answer the doorbell. The ambulance crew had come. "Come on in. My father is in his room. Hit his head on the table..." Two bored-looking attendants hurried to the room he pointed ~while the policeman accompanying them pulled out his notebook. "Mind telling me what happened? Got to file a report every time the ambulance is called out, you know." "Uh, sure, officer. Not a whole lot to tell. My father's been, uh, well, hitting the bottle pretty hard- lately. He must have gotten really smashed tonight. He stumbled and hit his head on the table. I guess that's about it." The policeman had been carefully making notes as he went. He looked up when Martin stopped. "Who found your old man?" "I did. I'd just come in from a... date. My mother was... sleeping. Guess she didn't hear anything. Mother's pretty bad off Hysterical over this. I hope you won't have to talk with her. She's...with ...tranquilizers... down." "Naw, won't have to bother her. This kind of thing happens all the time. Tell you the truth; I was sort of waiting for it to happen to Bert. Been getting into fights down at the bar. The owner, Tim has been real nice about it. Just tosses Bert out, but Tim warned me about something bad in the wind." Martin swallowed hard as the policeman snapped the notebook shut with a flick of his wrist. "Is... Is there anything else, officer? I'd like to stay here with my mother and after she gets calmed down, take her on down to the hospital." The officer shrugged. "Fine with me. I'm going to file an accident report, nothing else." The officer dispassionately watched as the two ambulance attendants hauled Bert King outside on the stretcher. "I won't even mention he slipped in a pool of his own blood." Martin looked up, surprised. The policeman continued, "Heard how he's been bad mouthin' your ma. Don't like that. Seems to rue he got what he deserved, you know?" As the cop turned to leave Martin quietly asked, "How'd you know what happened? Really?" The officer smiled faintly. "Nobody hits his head and ends up with blood on the soles of his feet. Had to have slipped in it before he hit his noggin. Dig?" With that, the cop left. Martin felt weak inside. It seemed that his town's finest was on his side, that there was some mercy with justice. The ambulance roared off into the night in the direction of the city's only hospital. As soon as the ambulance went away his mother came out of his room. She had changed her dress but she was still sobbing. She was trembling, and on her feet walking towards him. "Martin...?" "It's okay Mom. Thing are under control." "Martin I want to go to hospital." "No mom this isn't right at this moment." "Please don't stop me." Martin felt helpless. Despite all the abuse she received from her husband she was still worried about him. He couldn't stop her. Judy picked up her car keys and purse. It took only a few minutes to get the car started and aimed in the direction of Town's General Hospital, the only place Bert could have been taken. *** Judy King pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and was immediately confronted by the over starched, white-clad receptionist behind the main desk in the lobby. "What can I do for you?" The tone used was one of boredom and not a little contempt for the woman with the hastily put on dress and messy hair. "I...uh, my husband... Bert Clinton. Yes, my husband was brought in last night and I was wondering how he was..." The receptionist flipped through a small card index, then put a disgusted• look on her face. Her lips curled back in a half-sneer as she said, "He's in critical condition. We really need a full folio on him. Insurance company, financial statements, place of employment, everything! Go down the hall and turn left and ask for the head of administration." "But how is Bert?" Judy had to know. "I couldn't say. No one will be able to until you've filled out all the proper forms. Down the hail and to the left." The woman managed to dismiss Judy with a simple toss of her head. Judy walked like a ~zombie to the administration office. She answered questions, filled out forms and signed releases until she had no concept at all of what she was doing. The bemused woman remembered hearing a secretary say, "Ward three and ask for Dr. Farley." Judy somehow found Dr. Farley, a youngish man about twenty-seven and sandy-haired. He seemed to have a tired look about him. But that tiredness quickly vanished as he watched Judy approach him. His eyes drank hi her every contour, the way she walked, the wiggle of her ass, the to and fro swaying of her braless fits. And even her unkempt hair couldn't hide the beauty of her face or the luster of her golden locks. Farley knew a good thing when he saw it. And Judy was about the best-looking broad he'd come across since he'd started to work at town's General Hospital. "Dr. Farley?" Judy finally picked out the nametag on the doctor's shirt pocket. "Sure am. What can I do for you?" Dr. Farley slipped the clipboard he was carrying under one arm and hooked his fingers through his belt, his fingers pointing downwards. "Bert Clinton was admitted last night, and the people down in admitting told me to ask you...uh..." Judy's voice trailed off. All of this was so confusing to her. Farley sensed how shaken Judy was and immediately said, "Why don't we just step into the lounge here and talk about it?" There was a gleam in his eye that Judy missed completely. They seated themselves on the slick, cold orange vinyl chairs of the waiting room. Judy waited for Dr. Farley to speak. Finally, he cleared his throat, his eyes never leaving the swell of Judy's boobs. "Your husband, I assume it is your husband, yes, well, your husband is in very serious condition. The blow crushed his temple and certain membrane in his brain had been ruptured. To make a long story short-and cutting out all the medical jargon-he's bleeding into his brain. Right now he's in a coma and unless a very delicate operation is performed within the next forty- eight hours, he'll die. And it won't be pleasant," Dr. Fancy added, with some gusto. "Is there anyone who can do the operation here?" Farley smoothed his starched shirt and straightened slightly. "Of course, my dear, of course. I've done considerable reading on this and-" "Then you could do the operation?" Judy wasn't sure if she was elated or dejected. She had begun to despise Bert, and letting him die would be an easy way out. But he was still her husband, for better or for worse, as the marriage vow went. "Well, let's say it's within my capabilities, but you realize that skilled surgeons don't come cheap. The operation will cost you close to $50,000 including my fee that only would be almost half that." Farley waited to see what the reaction would be. He smiled slightly at the shocked look on Judy's face. She turned white as a sheet as she said, "I don't have that kind of money... and we don't have any hospitalization, either." Farley almost rubbed his hands together in glee. He had another pigeon on the hook! "Well, my dear, I might be persuaded to do the operation for other considerations. You realize that I spend a lot of time here and what good's all that money really going to do me? Uncle Sugar's just take it in taxes. How about a little trade?" The way he said it left little doubt as to his meaning. Judy 'Clinton recoiled slightly from the young doctor. "Are you suggesting that we..." Her voice trailed off in disbelief. Then she began to consider what was at stake. There was no way she could afford Bert's operation. And he'd die if she didn't do something quick. And here was a horny and not too bad-looking doctor offering her the operation in return for putting out. She was not as much worried about the life of her husband as for the fact that his death can put her son Martin into some trouble. "You'd cancel all of your fee?" she asked incredulously. It seemed too good to be true. And it was. "Hardly, my dear, hardly. I may be horny, but I've got to eat. I'll do the operation for two grand instead of twenty-five. You've got to admit that's a damn good deal. As to the other doctors, you'll have to work it out with them." Judy's voice was timid, meek. "All right. I'll do it. For Bert." She couldn't imagine why she'd be willing to sell her body, even to this good-looking young doctor for her husband, but she was going to just the same. Duty was her only excuse. "Excellent! Now, Judy, if I can call you that, lets go to a more secluded spot." Farley was rubbing his hands together now in undisguised anticipation of fucking this lovely woman. He firmly took her arm and guided her down one of the white sterile hallways, peering into one worn after another until he found one that was empty. Farley held the door open and Judy hesitantly went in. The room was empty except for a single hospital bed. Farley began unbuttoning his tunic as he said, "No one 'ill bother us. As long as you don't press the call buzzer!" He laughed at his own little joke as he stripped off his tunic and stepped out of his trousers. Judy watched in mute fascination. Farley was a pretty well hung stud. She had to admit that. And his prick was not so slowly elevating itself into an iron-hard, throbbing rod. "Don't just stand there, Judy. Strip!" The snap of command cut into Judy's brain like a. scalpel. She began to unbutton the front of her dress. She could hear Farley licking his lips with ill- suppressed lust when he saw her mountainous tits tumble out from their fabric prison. In spite of herself, the sight of Farley's steely prick with its purple plum of a knob gleaming wickedly at her made her hot, uncomfortable. She felt herself growing wet in the crotch. And her nipples began to expand with the added blood that pumped wildly from her heart. In seconds, her nipples were erect and pointing fingers of lust that did nothing but add to Fancy's already huge lust for her. The young doctor did nothing but wait until Judy had completely shed her dress. Naked, she stood before him. "Turn around," he ordered. "I want to take a good look at you..." Judy obeyed without question. If this guy were willing to give up over twenty grand just to fuck her, she'd give him any kind of a show he wanted. The thought still dulled her mind; who would blow that kind of bread for a simple balling? Farley sat on the edge of the hard bed and ogled the lovely woman. Judy may have been approaching middle age, she didn't have any of the age lines or baggy skin flaps that so often marked entry into that era of life. Her skin was radiant, taut and creamy white except for the red mars on her body that Bert had inflicted the night before. Farley didn't seem to notice those. His eyes were too eagerly drinking in the beauty of Judy's high, firm jugs. As she slowly turned, they swung to and fro in the mast provocative manner possible. The ruddy areolas with the fiery-red nipples thrusting up in their centers traced out invisible figure eights in the air in front of her body. Those snowy cones could have held Farley's attention all day long. He relished boobs like few men ever could. He loved the symmetry, the way those seemed to beg to be- sucked, gnawed on, man-handled. But he forced himself to lower his gaze. Farley wanted to take in as much of his gorgeous broad as he could. He wanted to drink in the full beauty of her body, and then fuck the hell out of her! Judy's waist was trim, narrow. Not a single extra inch or ounce of flab to be seen. The deep depression of her belly button seemed to call out to the sex-crazed doctor, but when he saw the golden mat of her muff, all thoughts of her slightly domed stomach died. That tiny triangle of fleecy pussy hair seemed to point down to Judy's snatch like a road sign. Farley's eyes followed to that forbidden area between the woman's creamy thighs. His mouth began to water like a gourmet seated before a succulent meal. But Farley's meal was far more succulent, tastier, more satisfying. He knew then and there that he'd fuck Judy until his cock fell off from overuse! "Okay, baby, enough of the burly show. Get your ass over here and on the bed." Judy was still hesitant about selling her body like this. And yet, what whore had ever been offered so much for a balling and for such a worthy reason? "Anything you say, Dr. Farley." Judy didn't miss the purplish plum that seemed to grow and expand with every beat of the man's heart. The doctor's cock was huge and pawing larger with passion every instant. It seemed like a good thing to the woman to try to string Farley out as long as she could. If she gave him a ride he'd remember for a long time, he might forget about the cost of the operation. "Call me Chuck." Farley reached out and gently stroked Judy's flanks. The smooth, slightly sweaty skin under his strong hands trembled. When he gripped her boobs and began to massage and squeeze, the erectile nubbins of nipple sprang to attention. The tiny buttons hardened even more and begged to be popped into his mouth. Farley was only a man. He couldn't resist such tasty treats. With the eagerness of a man starved for weeks, he greedily stuffed one of Judy's jugs into his mouth. The sheer size of the tit made -it impossible for him to get the entire pillowy mound into his mouth, but he tried. Damn, did he try! Judy's jug was simply too large to completely fit into his mouth. Farley's teeth gouged red furrows into the slopes of Judy's until she squealed with gee. The feelings lancing down into her chest were indescribable. A white-hot poker of delight burned into her body. Her nerve endings seemed to spring alive with lust for this young doctor. She realized that the way he was gnawing and twisting her boobs, she'd soon be begging him for more. More, ever more! And then she'd be pleading with him to fuck her. To stuff his huge cock into her fuck-hole! She could feel the entire area around her cunt frothing and boiling with her juices. Judy was turning on and she couldn't help herself. She tried to convince herself that this was for Bert, that this prostitution was necessary. But her body told her differently. Her body was exalting in the wonderful carnality of getting laid. She needed anyone to fuck her. It would erase some of the hurt that Bert had put on her the night before. Farley's tongue lashed out and stabbed into the pebble- hard nipple he had sucked into his mouth. It drove Judy wild. She gasped and began to thrash about on the hard bed. The woman moaned out her passions. "Please fuck me, oh, please! I need your cock in me, Chuck! FUCK ME! PLEASE!" The doctor would have smiled if he hadn't had his mouth occupied with Judy's left tit. He didn't want to stop sucking or tonguing that luscious mound of flesh. All he wanted was to taste Judy like a connoisseur sampling a fine wine. The woman's body had begun to sweat under the carnal assaults of Farley's tongue. The man lapped up the briny mixture with a relish one usually reserved for a favorite dessert. His tongue raced round and round the tiny lust button on the top of Judy's boob. The woman squealed and wiggled and shrieked. Still Farley continued to suck and run his tongue across the bumpy plane that surrounded her nipple. With a lightning-quick thrust of his tongue, Farley tried to push the nipple completely down into the soft, doughy mound of her Ut. At the same time, he closed his jaws slightly and bit into Judy's boob. The combined action 6f his tongue on her nipple and the teeth on the sensitive flesh of her conical jug made Judy arched her back. "Puck me, damn you, flick me!" she cried over and over as passions locked inside her voluptuous body were unlocked. And the key to that unlocking was Chuck Farley's tongue, that dextrous, agile tongue that lavished carnal care all over her boobs. Gnawing and tonguing a tit wasn't enough for the young doctor. He allowed his hands to roam Judy's body, searching out the most provocative places he could find. His hands lingered for a moment on her belly. He felt the heaving, tossing action of her stomach muscles and knew it would be paradise once he got inside her cunt. Those muscles had been trained to grip and hold a man's prick with vise-lock force. He diddled for a couple seconds with that sexy belly button before sliding his hand lower to the mat of silky pussy hair. The soft hair that he ground under his hand was already wet with Judy's cunt juices. Farley didn't have to be told that Judy desperately wanted him to shove 'his massive cock all the way up her steaming, hungry cunt. The wetness in her crotch was enough to spur him on. His fingers were soon coated with the woman's slick, oily secretions. lie began stroking back and forth across Judy's gash. He could feel the tiny pulsing in her cuntlips each time her heart throbbed a wild beat; a wild beat of uncontrollable lust for him. He spread the puss lips slightly, feeling the delicate tissues lurking just inside the woman's cunt. Judy's entire body WAS filled with electric surges when Farley lightly caressed her bloated labes. The pinkly scalloped, delicate inner lips were the key to much of her sexual sensations.. Fireworks exploded in her brain. Her breathing became tortured and she could only gasp in air with small, shuddery gulps. How desperately she wanted to scream out, "Fuck me! Fuck me!" but she couldn't. 'Her voice had left her. She was totally seized with passion and was unable to do more than sigh and groan in sheer pleasure at the feelings blasting into her body. The warmth of Farley's hard, yet oddly gentle hand soothed her-and drove her to the heights of arousal. The tiny tendrils of warmth that had trickled down into her belly when his hand rested on her stomach suddenly turned to flaming arrows shot into her cunt as he diddled with her flick-hole. Chapter Three ------------- Judy wiggled and twisted on the bed in an attempt to get more of Farley's hand into her cunt. Just the first knuckle of his index finger didn't make it. She wanted more. She wanted his cock! As if sensing what he was doing to the woman, Farley perversely refused to speed up his fondling. He made a slow circuit around her fur-rimmed cunt, then went back and dabbled her cunt juice all over the now erect and straining spire of Judy's cit. Farley looped his index finger around Judy's passion-bud and stroked. He started at the base of her cit. As he slowly worked up its tiny length, he tightened his grip. Judy was driven into a wild sexual frenzy. She bucked and thrashed and shoved her hips upward as hard as she could. Judy needed more of this. She wanted the utmost of stimulation. She wanted to be fucked. As she was choking out the words she had tried to say before, orgasm seized her in its granite grip. The ice and iron of complete climax ravaged her body, raping her senses. The world was blotted out, as her body seemed to be set on fire with napalm. As Judy's orgasm died down, she felt Farley's questing fingers run back along her perineum. That sensitive section of skin between her asshole and cunt burned like it had been dipped into a vat of acid. The lightest touch was agony-and joy. When Farley crammed his finger into her asshole, Judy came again. The feeling of that digit fucking in and out of her bung triggered another set of sensations in her body. She felt as if a six-inch railroad spike had been thrust into her ass. As this climax abated, Judy -vaguely heard Farley mutter, "Go on, baby, spread those lovely white thighs. I want to get in and give you the fucking of your life. The automatic response was to spread her legs as wide as she possibly could. Judy wanted nothing else at the moment except to be fucked by the doctor. The sides of her leg pressed firmly into the hard surface of the bed, she lifted her butt off the bed enough for Farley's massive cock to surge into her dribbling omit. Judy thought she would pass out from the shock of his entry.. Her cunt was still sensitive from the previous night's rape. But there was no denying the fact that Fancy was one hell of a stud. He was hung and his cock was huge. The woman felt as if her cunt were being ripped apart. She could feel the broad crown of Farley's cock racing up her flack tunnel. The pulsing, jerking rod excited her as it rammed home and the man's balls slapped wetly against her ass. Fully inside her, his cock twitched and wiggled with a life of its own. The stimulation Judy got was indescribably erotic. She could even feel the thick blue vein standing out on the top of the doctor's prick. But most of all, she could feel the slow back and forth motion Farley had started. It wasn't a true flicking rhythm. Not yet. This was subtler. Her cunt walls could sense it. Judy's brain could register the tiny motions, round and round, back and forth. But it wasn't the MI-force, all-out flicking she so badly needed. This was teasing her. It was giving her an idea of what was to come. Farley was playing with her like he might sonic living, breathing, screwing toy. "Ready for me to really fuck you?" the doctor gasped out. His own passions had driven him to the point where he had to get off soon. But he wasn't willing to stop his little game with her until the last possible moment. Farley loved to hear his women beg him for his cock. It added spice to the game, made him feel good deep down inside if he knew they desperately wanted him. "Yeeees, damn you, yes! Puck me!" "You asked for it, baby!" With those words, the tiny, featherlike motions ceased. Farley began to stoke in and out of Judy's fiery cunt with mighty, pistonlike moves. Each time his prick, slipped out of her snatch, a lewd sucking noise- could be heard throughout the room. The slurping noise added stimulus to the act. Farley could feel the suction on his dick as he tried to pull out of her hole. Judy's cunt seemed to collapse around his prick. She didn't want him to ever leave that snug, warm berth. The suction he created by retreating tried to pull his guts' put through the end of his cock. The warmth of the woman's cunt seeped into his dick and funneled the heat all the way to his straining balls. And the smacking noise of his wet withdrawal added spice to the fucking. But it was ramming his dong into Judy s wanton