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how excited she too was becoming only served to increase John's passion. His cock
grew.
When his finger was wet with Helen's inner cunt juices, he pulled it out of her pussy
hole and began to rub her clit. "Uhm... aahh... mmmm." Helen sighed. Her hips began
to wriggle, making her cunt squirm under his hand. A really passionate woman John
thought. This was going to be a fuck to remember.
His head dropped to her tits. He sucked her pebble-hard nipples deep into his mouth,
feeling the cushiony softness of her big tits underneath.
Helen made little whimpering sounds of pleasure. Her body writhed against his. John
moved his finger back down to her gushing pussy hole. He shoved it up inside, feeling
the hot wet muscular walls of her cunt close gratefully around his finger.
He slowly finger-fucked her, feeling Helen's eagerness mount. He shoved another finger
in beside the first, stretching her cunt, opening her up.
A moment later he felt Helen's hand seeking out his cock. Her fingers closed around
the now, half-hard shaft. She began to jack him off. His cock quickly hardened the rest
of the way.
It was time. "Fuck me! Fuck me now!" Helen purred into his ear. Her hot breath made
his skin prickle.
John quickly rolled over on top of Helen, sitting back on his heels between her open
thighs. He looked down at her cunt, gaping wetly just below him. Slowly massaging his
cock with one hand, he stroked his other hand over the soft fur, brushing it out of the
way.

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For just a moment John started to feel the old hesitation, the disgust he felt with Sally.
But just for a moment. Helen was almost unknown to him.
With a groan of passion, John fed his cock into Helen's slit. He saw his bulbous cock
tip work up into the panting, eager woman's vaginal opening.
He moved his cock in and out of her cunt in short little motions, each partial stroke
wetting a little more of the thick shaft. Finally his prick slid smoothly in all the way.
"Ooohhhh... oh, God! You're so far up inside me!" Helen moaned.
Her legs rose to circle his back, opening her cunt to him. She wrapped her arms around
his neck, pulling him down to her, so that he felt her big tits mashing out to the sides
under his weight. "Fuck me, lover," she sighed ecstatically.
They started to fuck very slowly. Gradually, bit by bit, the tempo increased. It felt to
John as if his cock was encased in a hotly sucking mouth. Helen's trained cunt worked
steadily on his prick, tightening against it, letting go a little then tightening again. Her
hips worked artfully, just the right motions, swirling her pussy hole around and around
his throbbing rod.
John began to get more and more excited. He felt something way down deep inside
himself coming to the surface. Something he had kept hidden from himself for a long
time. Rage.
As his orgasm approached, John's suppressed rage began to release itself. He got up on
stiffened arms, his legs trailing, his toes digging into the mattress and he began to fuck
hard. His hips slammed down, sending his cock crashing up into Helen's cunt. He felt
no gentleness, only a vast outpouring of emotion.
Helen, looking up, saw John's face twist for a moment into a grimace of anger and

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hatred. She recoiled, before realizing this emotion wasn't meant for her. She rocked her
hips against John's "Come on... come on!" she urged him.
Just before he came, images of Mr. Scott, some of his more greedy customers, the daily
humiliation of his work, flickered through John's mind. He obliterated them under a
huge wave of hatred.
"YYYAAAHHH!" he roared as his cock began spitting its load up into Helen's cunt. He
fucked madly, his body at last spewing out all his pent up resentment. His hips worked
powerfully, driving his spouting organ far up into Helen's cunt.
She was amazed. Amazed and pleased. Whatever the emotions driving John, he was
giving her an incredibly wild fuck. She let her own orgasm rise to meet his. "Oh!
Ooohhhhhhh. Aaaaaiiiyyy!" she cried out, writhing wildly beneath his madly fucking
form.
John kept fucking until he had nothing left to fuck with. Then, arms trembling from
fatigue, he let himself collapse on top of Helen's warm, lovely body. She wrapped her
arms around his back and squeezed him tenderly. "That was really wild," she said
simply.
"Yeah," he replied. He couldn't think of anything else to say. Finally he raised his head
and looked down at Helen. "I really needed that," he said. "Thanks."
"My pleasure," Helen replied, smiling sensuously, her cunt still throbbing. "In fact, if
you talk to me just right, I might even let you do it to me again later. Think you can
get it up again?"
John grinned down at her. "Bet your ass," he said. "I feel like I could fuck for a week."

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"You may get your chance, or at least feel like you did fuck for a week. After seeing the
way you can fuck, I'd like to tell you about a party I've been invited to. A very special
kind of party. Want to go?"
"Just why is this party so special?" John asked suspiciously.
Helen smiled "Don't worry. You'll like it all right. It's an orgy. A full-fledged orgy. You
know, where everybody fucks everybody else."
John's eyes widened, but all he could think of to say, was, "Wow!"

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Chapter 8
It was indeed an orgy. John lay on a huge bed, amid a tangle of naked, panting bodies,
his cock wet with the juice of half-a-dozen pussies.
He had been very nervous when he and Helen arrived at the party. He hadn't told
Helen, but he'd had a disturbing day at the office.
A fat greedy man with little pig eyes had been sitting at his desk, berating John because
he hadn't found him the kind of money-making deal he wanted.
Normally John would have swallowed the fat man's every attack, not wanting, in Mr.
Scott's words, to let him get away. But his night of wild sexual release had worked a
subtle change in John. He suddenly saw everything in perspective - the fat man's
greed, his own past belly-crawling attempts to make money at any cost, the general
dehumanization of his life.
He suddenly reached across the desk and seized the fat man by the front of his shirt.
"Listen, you fat toad," he said coldly. "You use that word with me once more and I'll
throw you out of here on your face."
The fat man's eyes bulged. He started to make a nasty reply, then correctly read the icy
light in John's eyes. He shot to his feet, rolls of fat quivering. He kept quiet until he
was out of John's reach. Then, one hand on the door, he looked back and cried, "See if
I ever do any business here again!"
Mr. Scott was passing by John's office at the time. The only part of the exchange he
overheard was the fat man's last statement - He watched the angry man slam out the
office door, then turned and walked into John's office. "I want a word with you,
Benson," he hissed.

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John looked coolly up at the great man, his fingers formed into a little steeple in front
of him. "Yes?" he replied mildly, which took a little wind out of Mr. Scott's sails.
Mr. Scott rallied quickly, however. "Do you know who that was?" he bellowed. "What
the hell have you done?" The fat man was one of their better customers.
There was a slight sharpness to John's voice as he replied. "I'll tell you what I told him,
Mr. Scott. Don't raise your voice to me. If you want to speak to me, speak to me with
respect. I trust I merit a little more respect than that fat grasping little tyrant you treat
so well."
Mr. Scott stood, his mouth round with surprise, looking like a recently landed fish.
John got to his feet. "I haven't had a day off in a long time, Mr. Scott," he said drily. "I
think I'll take today!"
He picked up his briefcase and walked out of the office, with Mr. Scott still standing,
foolishly gulping for air. When John walked out into the open, he took a big breath of
fresh air. A quick thrill of freedom shot through him.
When he got to the party, he didn't know whether or not he any longer had a job.
Curiously, he found he wasn't terribly worried, which was strange to him.
Until the day before his life had been dedicated to building as much financial security
as possible. Now he realized the bulwark he had been building not only shut out his
wife it shut out freedom as well.
So, it was a subtly changed John who walked into the orgy with the beautiful Helen.
Normally, he would have been scared to death someone might find out where he'd been
and it might affect his business life. Now he didn't give a damn.

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At first the orgy didn't impress him. Just a lot of casually dressed people standing
around, doing the usual cocktail party things; drinking, talking.
But then, about his second drink, a man walked up to Helen, who was standing next to
him. "Hi, Sweet Jugs," the man said cheerily. He reached out and stuck his hands down
the front of Helen's dress and began squeezing her big tits. "Mmmnnn," he said, his
face ecstatic. "Been a long time since I got my hands on these."
"Let me make it a little easier for you," Helen purred. She unbuttoned the front of her
dress, baring her tits. She hadn't worn a bra, telling John it was foolish to wear
anything more than the bare minimum of clothing, because they were just going to
have to take it all off, anyhow.
There she was, standing so close to John that they were touching, tits naked in front of
the whole room with the stranger openly fondling them. Then the action got heavier.
"My turn," Helen said sweetly, then dropped on her knees in front of the man. She
unzipped his fly and pulled out his prick. It lay in her hand, soft and white. "Puny little
thing, ain't it?" Helen said in mock sorrow. "Well... let's see if we can do something
about it."
She began to suck the man's cock, in front of the whole room. In front of everybody.
John was staring openly when he felt a gentle touch on his shoulder. He turned and
found himself looking directly into the eyes of a young, very pretty girl. "Hi," she said,
"My name's Susie. I think you're really good-looking. Would you like to go into the
bedroom and ball?"
Just like that. Its casualness stunned John. Then he felt a huge rush of horniness. God,
no hang-ups over jealousy, no phony love you crap. The girl just wanted to ball!

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And he wanted to ball her. What a cute little chick, cheerful, lush-bodied. It all went
very simply. They got onto the big bed in one of the bedrooms, naked. There was
another couple lying next to them, fucking madly. The bed springs were bouncing up
and down so wildly that John was tempted to laugh. The woman getting fucked was
wailing her pleasure like a berserk fire engine.
Then he had his hands full with Susie. She fucked with a voracious intensity, smiling
and chuckling all the time, saying, "Ooohhhh, I just love to fuck! Love it, love it, love
it!"
God, John thought, months of half-starving sexually, and now in two nights he had his
cock sunk up the sweetly pumping cunt of a second beautiful stranger.
Susie started cumming, but John held back, saving his own orgasm. In the middle of a
stroke up into Susie's tight young snatch, he felt someone pulling on his arm. It was the
girl next to them. She looked up at him from underneath her grinning fuckmate. "You
feel like changing partners?" she asked.
John looked down at Susie. "Sounds great to me," she giggled. "But I want to be on top
this time," she added to the other man, who was already dismounting the woman under
him.
"Me too," the other woman said. A moment later John found himself lying on his back,
while the woman - whose name he never did learn, bounced and fucked happily above
him, her warm tight pussy gliding up and down his throbbing cock shaft. Susie rode
her new cock in the same manner. Soon, both girls were leaning toward one another,
each fondling the others tits, laughing when they weren't moaning with cock-induced
pleasure.

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Others joined the pile on the bed. John had two orgasms, and to his surprise, found he
had no trouble getting it up again and again. The air of wild uninhibited sexuality
around him acted as a powerful aphrodisiac.
He was resting quietly, recuperating between fucks, when Helen came into the room,
naked, smelling of sex. "Hi, lover boy," she said, laughing at the way he was entangled
in female flesh on the bed. "Can you spare a few moments to come into the other
room. Something special's going on."
John got up and followed Helen. He wondered what could be more special than the
wild tangle of cocks and cunts he'd just left.
When the two of them got into the living room, he saw that there was a crowd around
a beautiful blonde woman who was crouched on all fours on the living room rug. She
was wearing a mask, which surprised him. A big mask that covered all of her face but
her mouth and chin. He could see, though, that her eyes were blue.
The crowd around the girl was fondling her body, which he could barely make out,
there were so many people. Then he saw that one of the crowd wasn't a person. It was
a dog, standing behind the girl's upthrust buttocks, busily licking her cunt from behind
and below.
The girl was obviously enjoying it. John could hear little gasps of pleasure coming from
her pretty mouth. "Hey... that's pretty sexy," he said to Helen. The idea of a dog licking
a woman's cunt made him strangely excited.
"You haven't seen anything yet," Helen said. "What would you say if I told you the dog
was going to fuck her?"
"You've gotta be kidding!" John burst out.

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"No... I kid you not. Hell, it's my dog, I should know."
John found himself, for at least the twentieth time in the two days he'd known Helen,
amazed at the sexual inventiveness of her mind. He watched her walk over to the crowd
of people. "Okay, stand back. Give Duke a little room, and you'll have a real show."
The people obligingly stepped back. Now John could clearly see the girl's naked body as
she crouched in front of the dog. She was beautiful. A pang went through him. The
way she was built reminded him strongly of his wife. He realized he had been
neglecting Sally terribly. He only hoped that he hadn't done so much damage to their
relationship that it couldn't be repaired. God, here he was at an orgy and Sally was
hiding herself away in a health spa, probably trying to sublimate her horniness with
saunas and massages.
He saw Helen kneeling down next to the dog. "Looks like Duke's ready to go," she said
delightedly, pointing underneath the dog's belly.
John's eyes widened. The dog had an enormous erection. A huge shaft of bright scarlet
meat, tapering at the tip, grew from his hairy body. For the first time John began to
believe the dog actually was going to fuck the masked girl.
He had no doubts left when the dog suddenly mounted the crouching girl's soft white
buttocks Helen guided the animal's immense cock toward the waiting girl's blonde-
fringed cunt. John moved around to the back a little more so he could watch.
Impossible! he thought. That God-awful dog-cock is never going to fit up into that tight
young snatch! But it did. The dog's loins hammered forward. John saw his huge cock
drill straight up into the girl's cunt, spreading the plump juicy pussy lips wide apart.
The girl grunted from the shock of the sudden entry, but he saw that she took it well.