Rehabilitating the Parolees
(M/F+, size, rel)

by Kysa Braswell
www.kysaonline.org

Alfred Alter was a parole officer who worked for the city of San Francisco, and for the most part he did an excellent job of making sure paroled prisoners walked the straight and narrow. He did such a good job, and his methods were so completely effective, it was decided he would be moved from male parolees to female parolees. For some reason, women were harder to rehabilitate than men. In spite of laws making sure there was no discrimination between the sexes, the state of California found no pleasure in sending women to prison, making them hard, bitter, and useless members of society. If anyone was capable of rehabilitating them, Al Alter was the man.

Al was a handsome fellow who stood 5'11 and weighed 190-lbs. Al had dark-brown hair, cut short and combed straight back. He had a straight nose, a handsome face, and though he looked slightly plump, he practiced powerlifting in his basement and had a firm, solid body, and he had one thing that women valued more than all but money: a huge 11-inch prick that would stretch any woman in the state.

Al Alter hated no one. He was not the kind of man capable of carrying a grudge. By the same token he didn't love anyone, either, because he knew love led to complications, especially in his line of work. To marry would mean to make himself, and his wife, vulnerable to attacks from the occasional dissident convict who didn't want to be rehabilitated. Now that he was working with women, it would have been even more difficult, since a wife would have automatically been jealous.

This didn't mean that Al was lacking for female companionship. On the contrary, Al had more feminine companionship than he was capable of handling. Some of the women all but forced themselves on him, while others had to be coerced a little, but Al had all the feminine companionship he would ever need. Just where he got it from will be explained more fully, shortly.

Al always went out of his way to help his female parolees, finding them better-than-menial jobs at better than minimum pay since many of them had abilities that would elevate them above the norm.

Four different women had become fashion models because of Al Alter. All four had been thrown into prison while in their late teens, their basic crimes being, associating and being caught with known criminals while said criminals were in the act of performing a felonious act, such as smuggling hash or marijuana, or even cocaine from one state to another. They had been young, out for kicks, wanting a good time, aching to have a man care for them and spend money on them.

Al had many connections in many fields, and he had been able to convince each of these girls, at a different time, to accept model training, and from there they went on to become highly paid models, making two, three, and even four-hundred dollars an hour.

Each of the models showed her gratitude to Al by "convincing him" to bed down with her. This, Al did, more than happy to accept the grateful showing of each of the women.

But for the most part Al got jobs such as those of waitress, counter girl in a cleaning establishment, and worker in a day nursery for these women. He kept constant tabs on each woman for a year after he got her the job, even after she was no longer on parole, and his rehabilitation rate with females was almost forty percent better than that of any other parole officer.

One of the reasons for it was the fact that he would brook no nonsense from a wisecracking woman just released. He had his own method for making sure those who strayed, but were still capable of rehabilitation, came back into line.

Ella Montefusco was one of Al Alter's "girls." That is, she was part of his caseload. Ella, as she was known by everyone acquainted with her, had served an eighteen month term at one of the heavy security womens' prisons for having attempted to stick her brother-in-law with a butcher knife. It seemed Ella had developed a heroin habit, and her brother-in-law had been her supplier. Lucky for Ella the man had gotten greedy when she was into the habit less than two weeks, or she would never have been broken of it.

Where methadone was the prescribed treatment for most junkies, because Ella had been on it for such a short length of time, she had gone the cold turkey route. She hadn't wanted to go that route, but during her days in the city jail, waiting arraignment - since no one had put up bail for her - and while she was on trial, no one had supplied her, so by the time she went to prison, she had been broken of the heroin habit.

Her brother-in-law, her sister's husband, had wanted much more than money from Ella, and when he had insisted she give him her body, as well, Ella had gone into a rage and had attacked him with the butcher knife. She had stabbed him three times before he had gotten the knife away from her and called the police. When the officers arrived, they found no evidence to support Ella's claim that her brother-in-law had been her supplier, though they did find track marks on her arm. So she was arrested for assault with intent to kill, and her brother-in-law had testified at her trial against her.

It was only because the man had been arrested sixteen months later that Ella's five-year sentence had been reduced, since he had been caught with two kilos of pure heroin on him. It took two more months for the courts to decide that Ella should be allowed out on parole, provided her temper didn't get the better of her.

She was an absolutely lovely little redhead, standing at five-feet-two inches in height, with bright, bluish-green eyes, a very tiny upturned nose that was covered with freckles in summer, and a cute little heart-shaped mouth. She had been the littlest bit plump when she had first gone to prison, but the fat had been taken off her in a hurry, and she had a perfect shape, now. Her apple-shaped breasts were thrust out against her pink dress the morning she was in Al Alter's office in such a way that made every man who looked at her want to bite into them. She had pa slim waist, no more than twenty-one inches around, and her hips, though not boyish, were not quite full, even though her small, tight fanny was very round.

Ella had been sour about the fact that she was on parole. As far as she was concerned, the fact that her brother-in-law had been picked up as a narcotic's peddler substantiated her story about his attempted rape of her. Al explained that although it lent more credibility to her story, there was still no proof of the attempted rape, while her stab wounds on her brother-in-law's body had been definite proof of attempted murder. The fact that her sentence had been reduced and that she was out on parole was the best the court system was able to do.

For three weeks Al worked with Ella, trying hard to explain to her that she had to stop trying to find kicks and look for a decent job in order to make a living. He even found her a job, working as a clerk for the local office of the Pruriental Insurance Company.

Al checked with the company every week and learned Ella was reporting to work regularly and though she was somewhat slow in learning, she was definitely learning. Nevertheless, the redheaded girl seemed resentful each time she reported to him, until the end of the third week. That was the time she had suddenly been all smiles, and Al Alter was suspicious. Girls like Ella didn't simply change overnight.

When she left his office, Al had one of the other workers take over the rest of his caseload for the day, and he followed Ella. He followed her to downtown San Francisco, near Chinatown, where he saw her speaking with different men. She was still on her lunch hour, so she was not violating her parole. Not only that, but she stayed away from bars, out in the open.

It was when she stepped into an alley with one of the men with whom she had been talking that Al became alert. He waited until the man came out, and Al noticed the man was putting his wallet away. This meant the man had either taken money out of the wallet or had put money into it.

Ella had been in the alley for too short a time to do anything sexual with the man, so Al assumed the girl had bought something. He waited while she came out and crossed the street to an outdoor phone booth. She didn't see him sidle up to the booth and listen as she called the insurance company and claimed she wasn't feeling well that day.

She hailed a cab after that, and Al managed to get another cab. He followed her to the small rooming house where she now lived. She had a small set of rooms in the basement of the house with her own private entrance. It was when she unlocked the door to walk in that Al forced his way in, grabbing her arm, frightening her with his sudden appearance.

"Wh-what do you want?" she gasped, as he pushed her inside, shutting the door behind him.

They were in the combination living room a la bedroom of Ella's small living quarters. In the far corner, on top of a cabinet, she had a hot plate where she occasionally cooked when she didn't want to join the rest of the roomers for meals. There was a large sofa-bed, still open, though properly made up, off to the right, and though it was somewhat dark down here since it was partially below street level, Al saw Ella had managed to keep the place fairly clean.

Turning on a lamp, Al hurled the lovely little redhead onto the sofa-bed, her green coat flapping open, revealing her pink dress again. He took off his own heavy winter coat, it being the middle of December, and without a word he grabbed her purse.

Ella gasped as he opened it, turned it upside-down on a small table, and took out a "nickel bag." It was a small, glassine envelope the size of a postage stamp filled with white powder.

"You know, Ella," he said to her. "If I open this and taste it and find its heroin, you'll be right back in state prison, and there'll be no parole, this time. This is a definite violation of parole. Have you used any of this shit, yet?"

"No," she whimpered. "This was my first connection. I was going on a high to end all highs. I need something - anything."

Al watched as she leaped to her feet and walked to a small cabinet at the far end of the room. She took out a bottle of Chianti, saying, "What the hell, if you're going to bust me for using H. then my taking some wine won't matter much."

There was a small sink in the corner, probably a laundry sink at an earlier time, and she took a glass sitting in the sink, washed it out, and poured herself a quarter of a glass, tossing it down quickly. She did it a second time and Al watched, saying nothing.

"Considering the hell you went through while you were inside," he said when she had finished her second glass, "I'd think you'd be smart enough to do the right thing in order to stay outside."

"Hah!" she laughed. "What the hell does it matter? Do you know I almost killed my brother-in-law for trying to rape me? That was why I was sent to prison. Once I was there, the women did it for him, raping me with broom handles a dozen different times."

"If you're looking for pity," Al said to her, "you're looking at the wrong man. There's only one rule I relax for girls on parole, unless they're hookers, and that is, I let you date. What's more, I allow you to make love - that is, I sort of turn my back if I ever find out about it. You're human, and I figure you have human needs. Hell! A good lay is all any woman needs if she wants a real high. She definitely doesn't need this kind of garbage," he told her, holding up the glassware envelope.

Ella was hardly listening to Al at this point. Right now, she was doing her best to contend with the effects of the wine she had consumed on an empty stomach. Since her belly had neither food nor an olive oil or milk coating, the effects of the alcohol were almost devastating. Already her feet and fingertips felt numb, whereas the rest of her body was keyed-up. Her heart had started pumping wildly in her chest and that odd sensation she had felt when all those other women had "handled" her in prison began lurking at the base of her belly.

She returned to the sofa-bed, sat down, eyeing Al Alter warily. He put the smack bag down on a little counter near the sink and walked over to her, sitting on the bed beside her. His hand gripped her arm to keep her from toppling backward while the dizzying effect passed.

Ella wanted the man to take his hand away, because she was starting to feel terribly excited. No man had ever aroused this kind of feeling inside her. It was all so different from the last time she had been touched by a man. Her brother-in-law had repulsed her, and the mere feel of him had sickened her. Not so, this man. He might have been her parole officer, but he was an exciting man. This, added to all the wine she had suddenly ingested, had made her lose all control over herself.

He was still talking to her, but she barely heard what he was saying. It finally came through to her that the man was telling her that he was considering not sending her back, yet.

"Just what am I supposed to do, show my gratitude?" Ella asked.

"I don't do things with women because I want them to show me gratitude," he replied. "Most of the women with whom I make love do it with me because they want to. In fact, some whom I would normally not even consider as love partners even beg me for it. But on occasion there comes along the type who has to be shown, plainly and simply, that sex is the highest high you can go on. Even though it's been known to be habit-forming, at least it doesn't debilitate the body as heroin does. You can only become eventually stronger from a good fucking."

"Just what the blazes are you trying to tell me?" Ella asked, shuddering all of a sudden. She tried twisting away from him, saying, "If you're going to bust me, let's go ahead and get it over with. I'll be damned if I'm going to put out for some slob who'll put me away, afterward. What's more, I'm not going to use my body as a bargaining tool, either."

"I'm not making bargains with you," Al snapped. "Before I leave, I'll flush that little bag down the toilet. I'm telling you in no uncertain terms, you stay away from that shit, or no matter what happens between us. The next time I'm going to slap you right back inside, and you know I'm serious."

"Just what the hell do you mean by, no matter what happens between us?" she gasped.

"I'm going to fuck you," Al smiled, steadily staring at her. "What's more, you're not going to try stabbing me with a butcher knife, because if you do, they'd put you away for life, this time. Life!"

"Oh God! No! No!" Ella cried, weeping softly, holding one hand palm out, at arm's length in the hope of warding him off.

Al brushed the arm aside, this time pulling her very close to his body, his arms around her as he said, "I'm not doing this to teach you some kind of lesson. You're loaded with tension, and this is the best way I know to get the tension out of you. Stop trying to upset yourself even more. You did a stupid thing picking up that H. You need something else, honey, and right now I'm about the only one able to supply your needs. You'd better believe it."

The words struck terror into the shuddering redhead, and yet, at the sound of what he was saying, Ella felt herself overcome by a violent series of thrills that shook her body as if she had been touched by an unshielded, ungrounded electrical wire instead of the solid, muscular, beefy frame of her parole officer.

"Mr. Alter, please... no... don't do this... don't talk like this. My God! You're supposed to be helping me, not taking advantage of me. You can't expect me to."

"Sure I can," Al murmured, pulling her closer. "Would you rather I simply sent you back to prison? Tell me, how would that help you? Honey, I have what's good for you. What's more, deep down I think you know it." His arms encircled her lovely waist smoothly, firmly. "What's more, there'll come a time in the not-too-distant future that you'll be more than grateful to me for this! Any other parole officer would have you in the can right now, and within two days you would be on your way back to the big place. I'm not only giving you one more chance, but I'm showing you how to get your highs without having to harm yourself."

"You'll make me pregnant!" she gasped.

"No way!!" he told her. "I'm sterile. Don't mistake that for impotent. I'm plenty potent, just sterile."

His being so direct let Ella know he fully intended using her. She was still dizzy from the effect of the wine hitting her empty stomach and she wanted to scream and call for help. The problem was, the boarding house was empty at this time of day. Even the woman who ran the place would be out, shopping.

Ella sent up a silent prayer for help, consciously aware of the quivering in her knees. What frightened her most of all was not the fact that the man was holding her, ready to kiss her and bend her to his will, but the fact that she was inwardly almost willing. He was so totally different from her brother-in-law. Where the latter had inspired nothing but repulsion in her, this man was every bit as magnetic as he claimed to be. She was feeling a series of acutely thrilling sensations charging through her shuddering body. Why? Why should she feel these things?

He was drawing her toward him, smiling at her, disregarding her small hands as they tried hard to push against his barrel chest. The man's powerful arms were crushing the lovely redhead firmly against him as his heatedly eager mouth came down very suddenly, anxiously searching for hers. He found it with no trouble at all, pressing his lips wetly against those of the lovely parolee, all but cutting the insides of her lips against her teeth he drove into her with such force.

Ella groaned and began struggling feebly for an instant, sudden panic charging uncontrollably through her as she became aware of the strong man's heavy, large hand pressing solidly into the firmness of her soft and tender breast. She gasped, quaking as she realized that any protest on her part would be futile at this point. The man had her where he wanted her. Hell! She didn't want to go back to prison - not for anything. If it meant giving him her body, then she would do it. She allowed herself to go limp, more surprised than ever at the little butterfly-like sensations that once again began fluttering through her trembling belly.

Al lifted his lips from those of the lovely redhead, and he whispered, "There now, that wasn't really so terrible was it?"

His hand continued lightly stroking the fullness of her round breasts through her pink dress. Moaning in desperation, the beautiful redhead realized there was no way for her to fight him. The man was too strong, and now her own body, so often abused by the women in the prison where she had been, was, for the first time in her life, beginning to betray her. Perhaps it was the wine, or possibly it was the man, himself, as she realized her raw and open nerve-ends were frayed, and her fogged mind was rapidly losing control over all of herself.

Hell! Why not! Ella knew she wasn't a virgin in the technical sense, any longer, even if no man had ever put his hands on her twenty-three-year old body before. Anything to stay out of prison. If the man was telling the truth and he was sterile, she didn't have to worry about becoming pregnant. Hell! She would only have to put up with him until she was off parole. Then she would be able to go her own way and lead her own life.

"Oh!" she gasped out loud, realizing how helpless she was, making no effort to stop him as he unzipped the back of her dress and pulled it from her shoulders. She even got to her feet and helped him remove the garment, after which she took off her underthings of her own volition. She lay down on the bed again, this time totally naked, her creamy white flesh seeming to stare at him as much as he was looking at her. Her puffy breasts with their large areolae looked like two large staring eyes as his hands slowly closed over them. Tiny licking flames of thrilling passion crawled enticingly through her awakening flesh. Small pinpricks of delicious sensation began racing through the tips of her pliantly smooth breasts, the velvety surface rolling beneath his fingers as they reached for her hardened nipples. He compressed each budding pink extension between a thumb and forefinger.

Ella was well aware of the burning heat of her insistent parole officer's panting breath as it wafted against her ear. She had never expected to physically succumb even though she had decided to allow him to have his way. Then the man's mouth was once again moving toward her face, his lips locking on hers, wetly and strongly. His tongue flicked between her lips.

Ella was unable to keep herself from responding, her own tongue leaping out and thrusting forward into his mouth in response to what he was doing to her. She reacted automatically, kissing as she had never kissed a man before as she realized how delightfully overwhelming and thrilling this man was.

Al sucked her tongue all the way into his mouth, greedily anxious for more of her. She was unquestionably one of the most thrilling and arousing women he had ever met. He ground his mouth against hers, and Ella felt as if his kisses were liquid fire.

Al eased his head away from hers, and he said, "Believe me, I'm doing this as much for your good as for my own. You'll love it, you'll see."

Abruptly, the realization of what was about to happen to her suddenly seeped into the young redhead's mind. What had been done to her with wooden broom handles was about to be done to her with flesh and blood and muscle. She thought of possibly breaking away from him and running upstairs. He wouldn't dare follow her. But no, even if she did get away, he still had that glassine envelope, and he would be able to use it to put her away again. Besides, she was so shaky at this point, she was more than certain her legs wouldn't bear her weight.

She remained lying on the bed as he released her and got to his feet. Then he was hurriedly undressing. Ella stared and wondered what was there about this man that almost made her want to do this.

She shuddered by the time he had removed all his upper clothing. He had a lot of hair on his chest, though it was by no means a forest. He stopped for a moment, leaned down and embraced her solidly, holding her slender, shivering nakedness against his body. The boiler, in the next room, went on, and flooded the room, which had been cooling down, with heat. Ella's hands pressed flatly against his chest and rubbed his masculine nipples, the soft curls of silken hair tickling her palm.

Then the man's mouth was once again pasted to hers, once more parting the barrier of her lips, his tongue easily gliding between them, past the barrier of her sharp teeth. She found herself sucking on the oral organ while jabbing furiously at it with the tip of her own tongue.

Unconsciously, she allowed her hand to slide over his chest, as well, her fingernails raking through his hairs, touching one of his small, masculine nipples, and then she grabbed the nipple and began squeezing and rolling it between her fingers as he had done to her nipples.

The more-than-slightly dizzy young redheaded woman felt her parole officer's hand slowly tracing a path up the tremblingly heated flesh of her shuddering thighs. The heat coming from the boiler washed over the two of them, until, momentarily, her breath suddenly caught in her throat as his fingers continued sliding upward. They parted the sensitive fleshy flanges of her vibrant pussy and slipped carefully, tenderly into the heated wetness to find the quivering inner labia that enshrined her extended clit.

It was at that moment that her head was filled with visions of her lascivious brother-in-law. The sight of the repulsive man loomed up in Ella's brain as if he were somehow or other standing in that room with the two of them, staring down at them, a contemptuously knowing sneer scrawled across his face, contorting his already ugly features. As a result, Ella froze. When she finally did come to life, she began squirming and struggling, doing her best to tear the flesh from her parole officer's naked back.

"Hey, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Al gasped, leaping up and pulling himself out of reach of her sharp, clawing fingernails. "What the hell has gotten into you?"

"Get away from me, Mr. Alter," she gasped. "I don't want you to ever try touching me again!" She was shrieking at the man now, yelling, "You're nothing but an animal!"

He reached out and caught her wrists, gripping them and holding them tightly as he leaned over her and then slowly allowed his weight to sink on top of her trembling white body, almost crushing the breath out of her. He lay there, unmoving, remaining that way until she was unable to struggle any longer.

"Please, oh please... please." Ella sobbed. "When I was a little girl my parents always told me about how wrong all this was. Now you, a man who enforces the law, is suddenly forcing this on me," she gasped, heated tears streaming down her lovely white cheeks as the man's heavy hands grabbed her roughly by her shoulders.

"It's all right to destroy your body with heroin, but it's wrong to fuck. It's all right to attack a man with a butcher knife and try to take his life from him, and it's all right for you to buy garbage, that will destroy your body, from him? It's wrong to feel good in a natural way, but it's all right to pump junk into your system that will kill you? Wake up Ella, your sense of values is topsy-turvy. What's right is what feels good as long as you don't hurt yourself or anyone else in the process."

He was aware of the full ripeness of her lovely, rounded thighs as well as the softness of her flaming pubic hair covering her pubis when he raised his stomach to fumble with his pants and slide them impatiently down his masculine hips. He kicked his shoes off in order to yank his pants off that much more easily, and that was when Ella caught a glimpse of his long, thick penis. God! It might not have been as long as a broom handle, but it sure looked one helluva lot thicker! Oh God! He was forcing his way between her slender white loins, spreading her tender thighs unmercifully as he guided his lasciviously distended member closer and closer. She bounced her buttocks on the bed in an attempt to pull away, and he simply used his knees to jam her thighs even farther apart. When she bucked her body upward again, he was ready, and he shoved a cushion under her loins, keeping her up high. Now he was able to use the rubbery head of his large cock to part the moistly clasping lips of her sucking pussy.

Ella began whipping her head from side to side in a wild frenzy, shutting her eyes tightly, quaking with uncontrolled horror as she became aware of the soft, electrical contact against the ultra-sensitively palpitating edges of her involuntarily moistening cunt. Taking a deep breath, she held it for what seemed like forever, now petrified with horror in utter subjugation beneath him.

"OHHHHM... HHHUUUNNNHHH... NO... DON'T!" she uttered as she became aware of the initially solid pressure against the tightly contracted opening of her swollen, puffy and pouting vaginal lips. "WNNNNHHH... NNNOGGHHHAAHHH!" she began gasping as the massively swollen tip slipped carefully into her, stretching her far more cruelly than any broom handle had ever done. Her tightly resilient soft, inner passage widened until she felt as though her trembling loins were going to literally tear from the unbearable pressure.

"N-O-O-O-O-O... PLLLEEEAAAASSSEEE... MR. BOMBANNENTE, YOU'RE... UUNNNHHH... HURRRRRTIIIIINNNNG MEEEEEEE." she said, as she felt the first solid shove of his thrusting cock.

Opening her eyes, she looked up and saw neither cruelty etched in the man's features, nor joy. All she saw was a look of concentration as he continued to slowly but surely sink his fat penis into the depths of her helplessly exposed pussy.

Then the grin twisting his face into a tormented look of intensified consolidation disappeared as he smiled a soft smile at her, and said, very simply, "Relax, and it'll feel good. Don't fight it, Ella. I told you, this is as much for you as it is for me."

She was helplessly defenseless beneath him. Utterly and completely exposed, she stared at the way the head of his cock was already inside her trembling body, and little by little the log-like shank was moving deeper and deeper inside.

"D-DON'T... PLEASE DON'T." she gasped.

"For your good as much as my own!" he panted.

He came down very heavily on top of her, his solid masculine weight crushing the beautiful redhead firmly into the mattress beneath the two of them. He began pushing his hips forward, using the same motion as he sent his sleekly penetrating penis sliding that much deeper into the tightness of her sucking cunt. He pushed harder, harder, harder, and as a result it felt to Ella that the cock was charging into her with a roaring, uncontrolled fury, pushing the wet, inner velvety flesh of her vaginal walls in constantly pressured and rippling waves before it. There was no stopping him. The hot cock sank deeper and deeper until, with a loud groan, his weighty, wrinkled scrotum sac slapped heavily into the upturned cheeks of his desperately resisting parolee's buttocks.

"Unh! Ahhhh! Oh damn, help me!" Ella cried, wailing beneath him, her pain-wracked vaginal tunnel feeling as if his plunging penis had ripped the fleshy walls into a thousand shards. She had always worried about splinters from the broom handles and had been lucky enough not to get any, but at the moment, the flesh and blood cock felt to her as if it was splintering her interior.

Al speared into the lovely redhead without mercy, knowing he wasn't going to injure her. He had fucked dozens of women and had not caused any damage to any of them in spite of the length and breadth of his swollen cock. There was that wonderful thrill of her sucking wetness surrounding his broad cockhead, covering him over completely as his burning length seemingly filled every part of her tenderly burning, impossibly stretched pussy.

Al lay there, not deigning to move for the moment, wanting her interior to accommodate itself to his breadth. He knew she would shortly be feeling nothing but pleasure. Ella also remained immobile, afraid to stir for fear of feeling more stabbing torment inside her. There was nothing but silence except for their labored breathing and the throbbing of the oil burner in the next room.

He took a deep breath and began flexing his hard cock inside her. For the first time, Ella became aware of throbs within her body as the breadth and length of his heatedly jerking, pulsating shaft slammed into her the last half-inch. He pushed, flexing again, wanting to make sure he was all the way inside her narrow pussy.

"UUUNNNGGGHHH... HHHAAANNNGGHHH... OOONNNGGG... HHHAAARRRGGGHHH!" she gasped.

Clamping the heaviness of his lustfully searching mouth over that of the lovely redhead, Al began a slow, careful rocking motion between her widespread, trembling white thighs. There was still pain for Ella, who was not used to this kind of breadth, and the agony was like tiny little explosions of searing gunpowder within her narrow depths. Her inner membranes felt burned as the man's continuing motion widened the tightly narrow feminine passageway with each short, smooth stroke. She continued groaning helplessly beneath him, letting him know she was his to do with as he pleased.

Without realizing it, the redhead found her body moving as if all connection with her mind had been severed. She was responding to the beefy man's thrusts in an involuntary motion. Through the slowly disappearing pain she felt lewd flames of uncontrolled desire coursing through her, and she realized she no longer had any will to fight whatsoever. She had lost the initial battle, and in so doing, she was also going to lose the war. She was about to surrender her slender young form totally and completely to the drives of her parole officer, almost enjoying the way his broad penis continued thrusting itself into the tunnel between her widespread thighs. The mere thought that she would enjoy this after all, sent wild chills running along the base of her shuddering spine as she felt the slow rhythm of Al's driving penis continuing to hungrily skewer itself wetly into her.

Her entire physical being began writhing, squirming and twisting beneath the weighty man. All the while she continued to incessantly groan into the hollow cave of his mouth, shoving her tongue with almost uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his throat. Faint mewls of thrillingly animalistic, servile acceptance rose from her throat in torrents, and her face was wrung with passion, mouth toiling, neck straining, perspiration breaking out all over her forehead in multitudinous beads. Her red hair was wet as well, plastered to her forehead.

Al slid his hands very slowly over the lovely length of her nakedly white body, caressing the curve of her hips. Then he slid his fingers beneath the smoothly undulating white moons of her roundly moving buttocks, cupping them harshly, squeezing tightly as he began uncontrollably thrusting back and forth with an even greater urgency.

The wine-impassioned, red-haired parolee found herself flexing and unflexing the muscles in her shapely buttocks while her handsome parole officer clutched her to him that much more tightly, sinking his fingers into the firmness of her quaking flesh. He jerked her all the harder against his own body, and of her own volition Ella pulled her knees back toward her chest a bit more, the sopping wet opening spreading that much wider to receive his excitedly pummeling penis, pulling it in that much more deeply, now.

The maddening pain had totally passed by now, and her legs, jerking uncontrollably on either side of the gigantically impaling penile shaft, were shaking and quivering in an abandon she was unable to control. Oh God! What was happening to her! She tightly shut her lovely blue-green eyes, slavering her tongue wantonly into the man's mouth as low hums of velvet pleasure numbed continually through her gaping throat. Ella was well aware the cords in her neck as well as those in her thighs were standing out, tensed and hard as she continued wriggling beneath her parole officer. Fervor was overcoming her and the lovely redhead was unable to stop herself. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong, nor did her mind dwell on the pleasure she would have received from taking heroin. All she cared about was lying where she was, directly beneath the man who, for the present, had complete control over her life, fucking her against her conscious will, yet fulfilling the desires in her subconsciousness. She thrust back at him, giving him exactly what he was giving her, lunge for lunge.

Al worked hard, actually slaving above the beautiful Ella, changing his thrusts from short, choppy plunges to long, smooth strokes. Each backward movement almost carried his hard cock out of her pussy to where her lips had to grab his corona to keep him from getting away. Then he would sink his hard prick all the way inside her again, slamming into her uplifted young belly until she felt the thrilling slap of his driving balls slamming against the exposed credence of her puckered little ass.

"FEELING IT?" he asked.

"Y-E-E-E-E-E-SSSSS!" she rasped.

"There's more!" he assured her.

Reaching down with his right hand, he rubbed her buttocks, using his fingers to seek the narrow crevice between them. Without warning, he pulled her asscheeks apart and then began thrusting with his forefinger until he had penetrated the rectal rictus. For a moment it hurt Ella, and she gasped, the groan tumbling from her lips in agonized protest. He was thrusting all the harder now, taking pleasure in her responses, certain now that she would be more than happy to welcome his advances, the next time.

"HHHUUUNNNGGGHHH!" Ella gasped, bouncing her body all the more vibrantly in response to both, finger and driving penis.

Al smiled, intent on making her enjoy everything to the utmost. He continued working his extended index finger around and around inside, stretching the elastic softness wider and wider as he continued grinding his cock into her. He would get her so used to this, from now on there would be nothing but thrills.

Ella was aware of a second finger now working into the tightness of her rear tunnel, seeking its way in, stretching the narrow opening even wider as her moans of pleasure became louder and louder. Her anal constriction became more and more accustomed to the strangely unnatural invasion.

Al brought his other hand around to where his driving phallus was sliding smoothly in and out of the lovely lady's tightly clasping vaginal opening. She shuddered as she felt his fingers fondling her quivering, hairy lips until more muted, unrestrained groans formed in her throat and escaped her. Her widening vaginal tunnel seemed to gape open in greedy desire, swallowing the entire of his massively pulsating stiffness as he continued plunging mercilessly to the very core of her feminine being.

He speeded up his shoving thrusts now, slamming into her with hot, pulsatingly deep drives. The wonderfully tormenting agony of delighted pleasure caused her to thrash uncontrollably beneath him as she suddenly felt him pull his probing fingers from the tightness of her anal passageway, their loss suddenly disconcerting to her.

Abruptly his hands were under her knees, lifting them, then pushing them back, her knee caps all but digging into her shoulders. In this position, her wet, pink cunt was almost aimed straight up, and he slammed his cock vibrantly downward into her, creating even stronger feelings in the beautiful red-haired girl.

"ANH... ANH... ANH... OH... HHHUUUNNNHHH... YESSSSSSS... AAANNNHHH... OOONNNHHH... UNH... HUNH... HARRRDERRRRR." the lovely woman chanted beneath him, her beautiful face now so contorted it had become an unrecognizable mask of insanely wild passion.

Again the handsome parole officer quickened his driving strokes into Ella, grunting and groaning, grinding the full length of him deep and hard, his massive 11-inch penis boring into the hidden recesses of her trembling womb. She was a mass of inundatingly exquisite wetness, and her trembling loins blazed with a thrillingly primitive passion consuming leer unthinking mind for the moments Overpowering all thought other than that of the magnificent pressure continually building up inside her. She was vaguely aware of his hands running over her like searing tongues of burning fire. She was more aware of his kissing lips than ever before, and she was just as aware of the hot friction of his body rubbing against hers as he continued squirming and pummeling against her. She suddenly felt sensations she had never realized existed in her body. Thrilling feelings clambered about within her, building needling delights to an unbearable pitch. The redheaded woman suddenly realized she was on the verge of experiencing an orgasm - a orgasm the likes of which had been totally unknown to her before.

She panted and writhed, then heard the man's wailing gasp. His driving penis became an uncontrolled animal that continued moving in and out of her shuddering body, raging and hurtling into her, making her quakingly tingle all the way from the tips of her toes to the top of her head.

"HHHAAAIIIGGGHHHYYYAA-ANNNGGGHHH... YESSSSS... OOONNNHHH... I-I-I-I-I ... CAN FEEEEEEEL ITTTTT... YYYAAAGGGHHH!"

She jerked and twisted and writhed against him as her orgasm washed over her, thrilling her with sensations she'd had no idea existed in the human body. She was higher than high, higher than heroin would ever take her, climaxing and reaching for new plateaus, unable to stop herself, going to the moon, and then beyond.

She continued writhing and squirming against him, feeling his enormous 11-inch penis distend once again as it began pumping his hot cum all the way into her orgasmically quivering belly.

"OHHHHH... HHHAAANNNHHH... YYYYEEEEAAAARRRRGGGGHHHH GGGGHHHHAAAANNNNGGGGHHHH WWWWAAAAUUUUGGGGHHHH!" he bellowed.

Their juices mingled inside her, and there was such an abundance of flowing liquids, it almost immediately began backing out, flooding his pelvis and hers, washing over his bloated balls, and dripping between her buttocks. But Ella was unconscious of anything and everything other than the passion this man had awakened in the depths of her quivering belly. She was feeling sensations she hadn't believed existed, and because Al Alter had awakened them in her, she imagined herself suddenly very much in love with the man. Like so many female parolees before her, she was now willing to do anything and everything he told her, not because the law said she must, but because this was what she wished to do.

When it was over, Al rolled off Ella and lay beside her. Both were out of breath. Both rested for more than an hour, and then her hand, of its own volition, began stroking his semi-hard, slippery cock, and she smiled at him and said, "One more time... please?"

Far be it from him to deny her such a healthy feeling. Smiling, he rolled onto her, and once again drove into her.

It was a good feeling in more ways than one for Al Alter to know Ella Montefusco would straighten out. First of all, she would stay away from drugs of any kind from now on, because he had taught her there was something more natural that was a lot more fun. He had an idea she might try it with one or two other males, but he would turn his back if she did. He knew she would always compare these men to himself, and he was well aware he would never suffer by comparison.

Al spoke with Rona in his office once a week for two months running, and it was exactly three days after the Friday he had spent with Ella Montefusco that he knew Rona was set to make another big buy. She had, against his express orders, left San Francisco that weekend, and he knew she had gone south of the border.

Monday morning, having cleared his calendar, he paid a direct visit to Rona Everson's home. She lived in the Nob Hill area, and once again had a bevy of servants at her beck and call.

Rona, dressed in a blue negligee, met with Al in what was termed the receiving room, and Al said to her, "Let's stop playing games, Miss Everson. I know you left San Francisco this weekend."

"Oh?" Rona asked, her hand going to her throat.

"I warned you what would happen if you tried anything like this. What you've done is a violation of parole. If it can be proved that you had anything to do with drugs, they'll put you inside forever this time, throwing away the key."

"Come with me," she insisted, and led him to a private theater-like room in the house. It had a lot of sofas in it instead of theater seats, and there was a huge projection video screen set up against the far wall.

Looking at the walls, Al realized the room had been soundproofed so that whatever it was Rona chose to watch on her projection-video screen would not be heard beyond this room. She turned on the screen after slipping a cassette into one of the new six hour tape recorders. She showed Al all kinds of statistics concerning crime and how most of it in the area was committed by junkies.

Rona told him it was her mission in life to help these poor wretches, easing their misery, and at the same time preventing them from hurting others, since it was the victims of their crimes who were hurt in the long run.

"Miss Everson," he told her when she had finished. "I don't think you understand. What you're doing is making things not only easier for known junkies, but some of the stuff you supply goes to turning young kids into hopheads, as well. I have to insist that you stop this at once, and in addition, turn over the name and location of the man you buy your stuff from so he may be apprehended.

"Mr. Alter, I don't know who or what you think you are, but you do not control my life. You will not tell me what to do, nor will I allow you to interfere with what is my mission in life."

"One call from me, and you'll be back behind prison walls," he admonished.

"Maybe," she nodded, "but my work will go on." Yet she shuddered.

"Why? Because you'll sign over your money to someone else whom you think will continue this rotten practice for you? I'll have the state lock up your fortune and keep it locked away until you die in prison, and the money will then either go to your legal heirs, or be donated to some charity. No, Miss Everson, you are definitely a danger that has to be stopped. I've had men trailing you this weekend. Pretty soon I'll know just where in Mexico you went, and when I do, I'll sever that connection completely. In the meanwhile I'll have you tossed back into the slammer."

"No!" Rona gasped. "Look, I'll stop this. Don't you see, this isn't all I'm doing. I also have homes set up for unwed mothers. I'm doing a lot of good and you mustn't interfere."

"Miss Everson, for every bit of good you're doing, you're doing twice as much harm. Even if you were to stop your dope dealing now, I think we should stop this fooling around and send you back to prison where you'll be safe."

"No!" Rona gasped, her lovely face a mask of horrified emotion. "I was bluffing, before. I don't want to go back there. I'll do anything at all. I'll stop dealing dope, I'll give you the names of the people who have sold it to me and where to locate them."

"It's much more than that," Al told her. "You claim to have a religious calling, but quite frankly I think it's some devil speaking to you rather than God. You claim to be chaste in the name of your beliefs, and yet in your chastity you have performed more evil and you have done greater harm than any prostitute I know. I'm not one to tell you to give up your belief in God. By all means, go on and prove you're worthy of God by doing good rather than evil. But for the love of heaven, woman, you have to learn there are times when you simply cannot have your way because you claim you heard some mystic voice tell you to do whatever it is you want to do."

"But it's true!" Rona gasped. "I swear it!"

"No!" Al snapped at her. "It's not true. I'm as God-fearing as any man, but I'm going to prove it isn't true by going against the so-called wrath of what you believe to be the deity that spoke to you."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean I'm going to have you commit a sexual act!" he replied.

"I refuse to sleep with you!" she gasped, standing upright.

"Sleep with me?" he laughed. "Don't be silly. That would be too easy. You would like it so much, you'd start whoring and claim you had a religious experience. No way, honey. What I'm going to do is teach you that when I give you an order, you will obey."

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"I'm going to order you to undress, come over here, get down on your knees, and suck my cock."

"Mr. Alter! That's utterly disgusting! You leave here this moment or I'll ring for the servants and have them inform your superiors just what it is you expected me to do."

"Go right ahead," Al said, sitting on one of the sofas, smiling at her. "Ring for a servant and make whatever claim you wish. I've already informed my office that I came here today because I suspect you've been violating your parole. Now if the people I've had following you are called on to testify, it'll prove violation, and as far as the court will be concerned, your claim concerning me will look like an attempt to discredit me. All this will do will be to get you in more hot water than you're in, right now. So you go ahead and call your servant."

"What kind of rehabilitation do you call this?" she asked, turning her back to him and looking at one of the walls.

"It's my own brand of therapy," he replied. "The thing is, it works. So it's up to you to decide whether you're going to call your servants or do things my way."

"Why must it be this way?" she asked. "Surely you didn't expect this when I was first paroled and sent to you."

"When you were initially paroled, I looked on you the way I looked at all my other female parolees. The majority of them finish their parole and go back out into the world without my touching them or even looking at them. However, every now and again one comes along who either thinks she knows it all, or wants to prove that she's above the law, or simply feels a vengeful attitude toward me, personally. Mind now, I'm not talking about those women who are simply incurable. Those I send back to prison. I don't think of you as one of those. I do think you have to be straightened out, and I seem to have to be the one to do it. The first thing you have to learn is, when your parole officer gives an order, you obey unquestioningly, no matter how degrading you think it is."

Rona turned to face him, took a deep breath, approached him, stopped, then exhaled, and finally said, "Very well, what do you want?"

"I told you, Miss Everson. For starters, I want you to suck my cock. I do not want you to merely use your mouth on my penile appendage. I want you to -SUCK MY COCK-!"

"Why?"

"Because it's something you would normally never do in your lifetime. Even if you were to get married, you would insist your husband not force you to indulge in oral sex. Well to prove to me that you're going to do everything I tell you to do from now on, you're going to do the one thing you would never do with any man, namely, the sucking of my cock, the eating of my peter, the slurping of my prick."

"You're disgusting!" said in a low voice, her body trembling all over with humiliation. "This isn't therapy. This is just your way of humiliating me. You want me to lower myself, not learn any kind of lesson."

"That, as you will eventually learn, is not the case. I want you to have humility without being humiliated. But with your supercilious attitude you'll always think of yourself as being above the masses. That what you do you do because you're higher than everyone else, indeed as if you're some kind of goddess. You aren't a goddess. You're a human being, and no one human being has the right to try and decide the fate of any multitude of beings."

"Well listen to you," Rona sneered. "Isn't that precisely what your job entails?"

"I don't make judgments in my job," Al replied. "My job is to help without thinking of myself as some angel from heaven. Most of the women I help, go out into the world and make their own way, afterward. You happen to be lucky in that you have a lot of money. But that doesn't give you the right to manipulate other people's lives. The time has come for you to understand that not only can you suffer big things, like going to prison for a length of time and thereby having a portion of your life taken from you, but like all the little people you can suffer little things, as well. You're one of us, Rona, one of the little people, no matter how much money you have. I'm going to make you understand that."

The lovely brunette closed her eyes tightly as a tremor of total shame charged through her slender shape. This had to be some kind of nightmare. Here she was, trapped by this horrible man, being offered the frying pan or the fire. Either she did as he suggested - she was unable to bring herself to even think the words he had used - or he would send her back to prison.

"No other man in your position would do this thing to me," she sobbed, the tears falling from her cheeks onto her robe.

"By now, any other parole officer would have had you canned and locked away. I'm the only one in the world who thinks you can still straighten out, and I'm giving you this opportunity to prove it to me. Sucking my cock, while pleasurable for me, will, I think, prove excellent therapy for you."

Rona was sobbing now. She was a romantic at heart, and she had always pictured herself as single-handedly curing the ills of the world. She, chaste, pure, virginal, would go through life aiding and abetting the downfallen, and at the same time making life safe and secure for the menial middle class, as well. Unfortunately the state had taken a dim view of her activities, and they had imprisoned her, making her think of herself as a martyr. But one can only sacrifice oneself just so much. Rona knew she would never be able to stand another prison term. Things were obviously not going to go as she had initially expected, but if she was to do same good yet in this world, for the moment she would have to sacrifice herself to this cretin, this heathen Yahoo!

"Now!" Al continued as if nothing had happened, smiling, lighting a cigar as if intent on being very casual himself about everything, "I think we should enjoy ourselves while all this is happening. To begin with, it might be a nice idea if you take off all your clothing, you know, the negligee, the nightgown, and let me see what no mortal man since the doctor who assisted at your birth has seen, your naked body."

His latest words were absorbed silently by Rona, who was almost numb at the thought of doing what this man wanted her to do. She watched him puffing on his cigar, and she supposed he expected her to suck on his... she wasn't able to bring herself to say the word... in the same way as he was smoking his cigar. Her eyes stared at him with emptiness, a trace of inner bitterness crossing the fullness of her rich, red, thin lips. He wanted her to disrobe. Well what the hell did it matter now? He had her totally in his power - totally and completely. Unless this was one of the tests God had sent. No one ever had a smooth road, and yes, it made sense for her to think that this might indeed by a holy test, and in performing what this man asked, she might eventually prove her worthiness to again continue the good work she believed she had been doing prior to her arrest. All prophets and worthwhile people had stumbling blocks. Moses, Jesus, Mohammed, Ghandi - all of them.

Or perhaps this was a punishment being visited on her by the Almighty for being indiscreet in the way she had gone about her work. Had not God punished Moses for smiting the rock when he was supposed to have merely spoken to it to have it bring forth water? All right, she would accept it, whether it was a test or punishment, and she would prove how well she would undertake this punishment.

"All right," she said aloud, her voice sounding properly dull. "I'll do whatever you tell me to do."

"Excellent!" Al nodded. "I see this is more than just a TV room. I notice you've some fine stereo equipment here, as well," he smiled, shocking her by suddenly starting to remove his clothing then and there.

"Yes!" she nodded.

With Rona in front of him, Al nakedly padded over to the stereo console, looking at all the expensive equipment. There had to be between ten and twenty-thousand dollars worth of stereo playback equipment there. He ran his hands through the racks of records that popped out when the right button was pressed on the console, and he found what he was looking for.

"This," he told Rona. "Put it on the turntable," he said, pointing to an old Rek-o-Kut turntable, which had to have been the finest turntable ever made. The company was no longer in business, which made the turntable a collector's item.

She put the record on. It was an album of striptease music, and the sound came through the huge Stentorian speakers, filling the theater-like room.

Al walked back to the sofa, but stood near it, putting his cigar in a nearby ashtray, keeping his body between Rona and the locked door of the room.

"Now," he said, "keep time with the music and take it off, take it all off!"

Obediently, her courage coming from the belief that this was either a just punishment or a test, Rona slowly, in time to the music, undid her negligee, stepped out of it, and draped it on one of the other sofas. Then she removed her nightgown revealing she had nothing at all on underneath.

Al had to admit she had one stunning body. Her legs were a little thin, but the rest of her was gorgeous. She had nice, full breasts which, in spite of her age, had not yet started to sag. The tan nipples And tan areola were centered perfectly, both of them dancing with Rona's body movements as if suspended by invisible wires. Her pubic hair was bountiful, but trimmed very neatly. Al wasn't the least bit ashamed to ogle her and enjoy the sight of her.

"Now," he said, "to make you understand that in the eyes of the Creator, anyway, you're no better than the lowest whore, I want you to keep time with that music and start swinging your body as you walk around the room."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, make like a whore. Pretend you're trying to sell that body to me," he smiled, his hand reaching down, the fingers lightly tapping the top of a telephone receiver.

"I can't do anything like that," Rona said, aghast at his suggestion.

"You sure as hell can," Al nodded. "Come on, do it, honey. You have a lovely body. Pretend you're a slave at an auction and you want me to buy you. Come on, you can do it!"

Rona felt her face reddening with shame. This man was truly demeaning her in every way possible. He wasn't trying to spare her any kind of humiliation. As far as she was concerned, this man had to have a sick mind to make her do such horrible things. For all she knew he might be completely insane. Unfortunately, there was nothing she was able to do about it. To complain to the parole board might well land her right back in prison.

She felt repulsed, though she did have a strong stomach and so felt no nausea. She knew she would have to see this horrible thing through, right to the end, and then she had to hope he wouldn't renege and give her away, anyway. If she did give him the name of her connection in Mexico, and the man was put out of business, then Al Alter would no longer have any kind of hold over her. Then she would get back some of her own.

Lifting her lovely head, desperately trying her best to compose herself, the lovely brunette squared her shoulders, her heart continuing to helplessly triphammer in her breast, and she began slowly walking around the room, keeping some sort of rhythmic time to the music hoping she would at least please the man enough so that he would simply get on with all this.

"Is-is this what you want?" she asked.

"Come on, Miss Everson, you're supposed to be a slave girl who is enticing me to buy her. Right now you're walking around as if you're covered with plaster. Swing those hips, honey, get me all heated up so I'll have the urge to buy you."

Chewing on her lower lip to hold back a continually mounting tide of hatred burning inside her, Rona slowly began swinging her hips from side to side as she walked around the room. She shut her eyes, trying to shut out the degradation she felt.

"That's much better," Al told her. "Now face me, come close, and use your hands to press your breasts tightly together. Yeah, that's the way, so there's almost no space at all between the nipples."

Rona was beginning to feel the rhythm of the music, and she swayed her body from side to side before starting to walk around the room again, her hands pressing against the sides of her full, rounded breasts, squeezing them firmly as she ran her tiny pink tongue over her lips.

"That's not bad, not bad at all," Al told her. "You know, if you work at it long enough and hard enough, you might fit very nicely into some man's harem." He was taunting her, she knew, reveling in the power he had over her.

Al sat back on one of the sofas and took another puff from his cigar before letting it rest in the ashtray. He didn't have to stroke his penis. It stood straight up in the air, a mighty, white tower of power with a purple-pink head that was already leaking the colorless fluid that was lubricating it. He smiled, noting how easy it was for any woman, even a prude like this one, to imitate a whore. Yes, she was going to be a good one, all right.

Inwardly his mind swelled as he felt another triumph. This woman hated him at the moment, he knew that. But before they left here, she would learn to love him as all the other female parolees had learned. For a thin woman she was voluptuous, and in spite of her age she was still innocent. Al always rationalized that when he fucked a woman like this, he rid her of an innocence she ought not to have had in the first place. In reality, he was doing her a favor.

Another reason for making her go down on him was, quite simply, that the sight of her did over arouse him. He knew if he tried fucking her, he would cum too quickly, and all she would have from the experience was pain. If he made her blow him first, and then he grew another erection and fucked her, by the time he was finished with her, she would be so overjoyed with what he did to her, she would do anything and everything he told her to do, and she would do it all willingly.

"All right, all right, now stand still right in front of me," he ordered. "I'm going to do something not even the doctor who helped bring you into the world ever did, I'm going to take a good, long look at that lovely pussy of yours."

"That's disgusting!" Rona gasped.

"You know, I'll bet you've never even gone to a gynecologist because you hate the idea of a man looking at you down there," Al said to her.

"I go to a female gynecologist," Rona said defensively.

"Yeah, well who would know more about a cunt than a female. Okay, honey, let's see that cunt of yours."

Obediently, the unhappy brunette stopped before the handsome parole officer who was sitting forward on the sofa, his thick penis angled out and down now, almost out of her sight. Rona was surprised to realize she was almost anxious to look at the masculine appendage.

"Push that body of yours forward, Miss Everson, and spread those lovely legs of yours."

Rona sighed and did as the man instructed her to do, letting him lean forward and peer into her vaginal slit. He breathed deeply, then looked up at her face and said, "For a virgin who knows nothing about sex, at least you know how to keep a clean pussy."

The humiliated woman said nothing, swallowing hard, hating him for doing this to her, yet she didn't fight him when he took her hands and placed them between her thighs, using her fingers to pull back her pussylips. She understood what he wanted, and when he let go, she continued keeping her labia pulled apart.

Rona didn't know why, but underneath the shame she felt something else, something stronger. Deep down, she was as proud of her body as any woman, but her upbringing had always been so strong that she had never consciously admitted it before. True, she did occasionally pose naked in front of a mirror when she was alone, admiring the fact that for a woman of her age she was still well built. But this was the first time she was actually exposing her inner vaginal self to anyone, male or female. Not even her female gynecologist was looking at her cunt with the interest this man was showing, and though she knew she hated him, she also knew she was indeed enjoying all this.

"That is one beautiful pussy," Al said, sitting back again. "You know, it's a shame it's gone to waste all these years."

"What do you mean?" Rona asked.

"I mean, vaginas were meant to contain penises. When a penis doesn't continually make use of vaginas, it withers after awhile. When a pussy isn't used by at least one cock with a certain regularity, it, too, internally shrinks. However, you may be one of the lucky ones. You may still be saved. I'll eventually have to plumb your feminine depths and find out for myself."

"You wouldn't!" Rona gasped.

"We'll see," Al laughed, sitting back. "I've noticed the way you've been looking at my cock."

Rona turned red, not wanting to discuss it. She said, "I just looked out of curiosity."

"Well I'll settle your curiosity by telling you it's longer and thicker than the average cock."

"I didn't ask,', she said.

"I know, but I'm telling you, anyway. Tell me, considering this is your first look at a penis, what are your impressions?"

"I... uhhhhhh... don't know what to say," she replied.

"Other women have fallen in love with it, you know," he told her, taunting her. "I suspect that deep down, that's precisely the way you feel about it, too."

"Please stop trying to act nauseating," she insisted.

"Come over here!" he snapped.

She came closer to him, standing directly in front of him again. He grabbed her hand, reached down, and made her wrap her fingers around the throbbing organ. Then he held her hand in place, saying, "Do you feel the palpitations?"

"Y-yes!" she admitted.

"That's the heart of my cock. Do you know why it's beating so strongly? I'll tell you, it has fallen in love with your orifices, Rona. It wants to investigate at least two of them."

Rona shuddered and tried pulling her hand back, but Al held her hand firmly in place. "Know what else? It knows you love it. You do love my cock, don't you, Rona?"

"Please... I... uhhhh."

"Say it, Rona, say it! I want to hear the words coming from your mouth. I want to hear how you love and adore my cock."

"I... unnnnhhhhh... well, that is... I mean."

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a head, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I... unnnnhhhhh... well, that is... I mean."

"Come on, Rona, I can sit here all day, if that's what you want. The sooner you say it, the sooner things will come to a bead, if you'll pardon the pun."

"Pun?" she asked, innocently.

"Never mind," he laughed. "Just say the words."

"I... adore your... you know." she gasped.

"You're a big girl now, Rona," he laughed. "You can say the word. "Come on, come on, out with it."

"Your cock!" she finally gasped.

"What about my cock?" he asked.

"I love your cock."

"Good, good, that wasn't really so hard, especially since, deep down, you really do love my cock. You know, if you weren't so damn self-righteous, you would have made some man one helluva wife. If that had happened, you would never have gone to prison, and the chances are you and I would never have met. The Lord works in mysterious ways, Rona. I guess he wanted us to meet, as he wanted this to happen. Don't you agree?"

"Yes, yes, I suppose so," Rona said, looking down, taking her hand from his penis.

"Of course this is so," Al continued, teasing her. "Now, since you've told me that you love my cock, you want to please both, yourself and my cock, don't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Come, come, what would you like to do to my cock to make it happy, Rona, and don't tell me you'd like to cut it off."

"I don't know what you mean," she said, almost weeping.

"What fruit would you say my cock resembles most?"

"A b-banana," she replied.

"That's excellent. Tell me, Rona, what do you do with a ripe banana, huh?"

"Y-you eat it," she gasped.

"Precisely, and that's what I want you to do with my cock. Without actually biting into it, I want you to eat it, to suck it. Now tell me, wouldn't you just love to do that?"

"No!" she gasped.

"Rona, this is the last time I'll ask. If the answer is wrong, I'll get dressed, leave here, and before two hours are gone, you'll be on your way back to prison."

"All right, all right," she gasped. "Yes, yes, I love it, I love it, I want to... eat it."

"Dear lady, come here and kneel down between my thighs." She did as he instructed, her eyes locked the penis, hypnotized by it as a bird might be by a snake. "Now plead with me, Rona. Tell me how much you ache to suck my cock."

The beautiful, regal brunette wondered how much more of this shame and humiliation she was going to be able to stand. Oh God! This was far worse punishment than she deserved. It had to be a test, it just had to be a test, and she had to prove she would be able to pass the test.

Her hands were now resting on Al's bare knees, her eyes locked on the 11-inch length of his organ as it twitched, the head expanding and receding again and again, emitting colorless droplets of seminal oil. It looked like some awe-inspiring vision.

"I'd love to suck... your cock," she said, weakly, her voice catching in her throat.

"You still don't understand, do you," fill snapped at her. "You staying out of prison, your getting another chance to be rehabilitated, your last opportunity to do good in all the other fields you've chosen hinges on one thing, and one thing only; your sucking my cock, provided I'm willing to let you do it. Your whole future is dependent on my allowing you to do it."

"I see," she nodded, and then, coolly said, "Mr. Alter, I would very much deem it a privilege to be able to... suck your... cock."

"I don't know, now," Al teased, and she knew he was teasing.

"Oh please," Rona whimpered, her two hands coming together in an attitude of prayer as she knelt before him. "Please let me suck your cock. I'll do anything you wish if you'll let me suck it. I'll beg, plead, anything, but let me suck that wonderful cock of yours. I'll do my very best, you'll see."

The lovely forty-year old brunette was suddenly almost incoherent with fear and shock. Her mind began spinning deliriously out of control, and she found tears running freely down her cheeks, pleading as if she really wanted to do this horribly monstrous thing. "For the love of all that's holy, you must allow me to suck your cock." Yes, this was to be her test, and she mustn't fail it. She had to prove herself not only willing, but capable. "If you have any compassion in you," she all but screamed, "YOU'LL LET ME SUCK YOUR COCK."

"You're so eloquent, so expressive, it would be criminal of me not to allow you to do so. But remember now, you promised to perform to the best of your ability. I know this is your first time and I don't expect miracles, but I do expect you to put your heart and soul into it."

"Oh yes, yes, yes, thank you," Rona whimpered. "You're so good to me. Thank you so very much."

He left the cigar in the ashtray as he got to his feet and stood towering over her, arms akimbo, legs spread apart, an overlord with his lovely female slave kneeling before him, his eyes burning with fiery lust. He had her precisely where he wanted her.

Her lovely face now hovered precisely in front of the huge, purple-pink head as it swelled and receded continually with strong throbs. To Rona it looked like a hooded cobra, the head widely swollen with lust rather than fear or hate, the little slit in the tip leaking its own colorless sap instead of venom. Al held the organ steady for her, pulling back the protective foreskin, his own breath coming heavily, for he knew he had her where he wanted her, and this excited him as much as what she was about to do.

"Go on, Rona," he said, softly. "Go on and suck me off! Suck until I shoot, and when I do shoot, make sure not one drop is wasted. You have to swallow everything... everything!"

"Yes, yes, of course. Thank you so much for this opportunity," she gasped, her eyes tightly shut now, kneeling in trembling humiliation, the tears still falling from beneath her eye lids.

"Look at my cock when you suck it!" he commanded, reaching out and grabbing her dark brown hair, forcing her face up.

Slowly Rona opened her lovely brown eyes and found herself staring straight into the tiny glistening opening cut into the tip of the penis's smooth, swollen head. Lord! This close it looked so thick she actually wondered if it was humanly possible to open her mouth wide enough to fit the penis inside. Suddenly terrified by the sight of it, she almost pulled back, horrified and fearful of the thickly throbbing, massive monster as it moved closer and closer to her tightly clamped lips.

"Let's not waste any more time," Al said to her. "To do so would be to deprive you of all the pleasure you'll know when you start sucking. So go ahead and enjoy."

Rona suddenly found herself uncontrollably crying, the tears pouring down her lovely cheeks. She was conscious of the pressure of her knees in the carpet, and she was aware of the thudding of her heart beneath her full left breast. Her eyes were glued to the thick length of the huge penis, watching the way it salaciously enlarged and receded as blood continued pulsing through it. The head was that strange mixture of lavender and pink, and the trunk of it, originally all-white, now had a pinkish hue to it as blood flowed heavily through it. She saw the huge blood vessels winding their way through the base, as well as the network of tiny vessels.

The thick base of his hard phallic lance disappeared into his pubis, shadowed by a heavy growth of dark-brown hair, and beneath the gigantic staff was the huge gunny sac of his testicles. It was all wrinkled and also covered with hair. The two spheres encased in the sac seemed, to Rona, to be as heavy as tennis balls, and as the dazed maidenly woman continued staring at them, it seemed to her that the two spheres actually jumped up and down in the sac holding them. Pulsing menacingly, they appeared to swell and enlarge, as if letting her know in advance they were manufacturing more and more semen just so she would be able to swallow it. Soon, lewd torrents of the gumbo-like fluid would be oozing down her lovely throat, and the mere thought had the helpless woman inwardly gagging with loathing. She had never conceived of having to do such a humiliating thing, even with a husband, if she had ever considered getting married. The mere idea of allowing him the use of her feminine opening between her thighs seemed, to her, more than enough compensation. Yet here she was with a man to whom she was not married, a man with whom she would never marry, and she was going to do things with and for him she wouldn't do for a husband. How ironic! It seemed like the most horrible act imaginable, and she decided she was unable to pass this test. She wasn't worthy to continue the work she had set for herself.

Rona raised her large, tear filled brown eyes and stared at the handsome parole officer, mutely pleading with him and begging for mercy, but his only response was a steady stare at her. To Rona, the man was arrogant and evil, and the glittering in his eyes was the light of Satan. She was suddenly shocked out of her religious reverie when he gripped her hair all the more tightly and pulled her beautiful face forward, placing his thickly quivering penile head against the lipsticked wetness of her narrow, tightly drawn lips.

"Since you begged so hard, I feel it incumbent upon me to make you do this, should you suddenly change your mind," Al said, his voice still soft and smiling. "Open that lovely mouth or I'll have to force it open, and if I do that, it'll only mean that much added pain. You know that!"

Rona realized at this point she simply had no choice. She simply had to comply with this man's cruel demand. Against her will she slowly parted her trembling, narrow lips, and gulping back spasms of utter humiliation, allowed the giant head of his pulsing cock into the narrow tunnel of her widely opened, helpless mouth. The moment the head touched inside, Rona pulled back, a drop of warm, colorless lubrication falling on her extended organ. She gasped, leaving her tongue outside for the moment, afraid to pull it into her mouth, knowing she would automatically swallow once she did.

Al smiled as he again gripped her brown hair strongly. It had come undone and was now hanging loosely, allowing him to get a better grip on it. Instantly she pulled her tongue into her mouth and swallowed, but before she was able to close her lips, the man had pushed half his broad penile head between them. It was literally dripping with seepage from the tip, and his hands now clapped themselves around her cheeks, working her face from side to side, letting his oils smear themselves all over the insides of her lips.

"You're not sucking!" he admonished in an almost sing-song voice.

Feebly the helpless woman tried hard to work her thin lips around the rubbery hardness, but no matter how hard she attempted to do so, she found the penis was even thicker than it had looked. It was stretching her lips to the limit, and the incredible bulk looked as if it would never fit inside her widely stretched mouth. He was going to choke her with it!

Al was thrilled because of what she was doing. He was so aroused all semblance of reason temporarily left his lust-aroused mind. He was impatient and one of his hands now gripped the shank of his throbbing cock, while the other hand got a firmer grip on the kneeling woman's long, dark hair. He took a deep breath then simply rammed his cock forward, pushing so hard, he almost dislocated the lovely woman's jaws, forcing them wider yet, shoving almost half the length of his cock into her mouth. Her white teeth raked almost painfully along the man's thickly rigid masculine stiffness, making him moan like an animal in heat.

The sharpness of her teeth thrilled him, enhancing his lustful ardor that much more, and his body began quivering in salacious enjoyment of it all.

Her mouth was entirely filled with his broad length. The head of his cock had penetrated right to the narrow gullet of the helplessly kneeling woman. Yet half his cock remained unsucked, and Al had no intention of letting this woman get away so easily. She was gagging and choking, and he patiently waited until the coughing subsided. Then, suddenly, with a deep grunt from somewhere inside his chest, he plunged his penis forward again, holding her lovely head firmly in place, sticking every last inch of his aching cock into her narrow mouth, shoving the head of his penis into her gagging pharynx. She choked and tried pulling back, but he yanked on her hair, holding her firmly in place as he pushed, pushed, pushed, making certain she had every last inch of cock inside her esophagus. He held it there as she continued hacking and gagging, and little by little her throat opened and accepted the monstrous gag as she breathed through widely dilated nostrils.

Rona shuddered when his heavily pendulous testicles thwacked against her chin. The hairy sac, wrinkled though it was, felt so soft and delicate against her rounded chin, she almost felt a shuddering thrill. For some unexplainable vile reason, she almost enjoyed this horrible thing. Her nostrils continued to flare widely in order for her to breathe, and she inhaled the clean scent of his groin. Fresh tears sprang to her lovely helpless eyes, this time caused by another wave of helpless gagging and choking. The man was cruelly rotating the length of his cock around and around in the depths of her gullet, trying to widen it. Her slaver came dribbling out, and though much of it clung to the long, thick obtruder in her mouth, some of it fell in strings to her knees and on the carpeted floor, as well. When Al thought his hard penis was wet enough and her throat was open enough, he began slowly pulling his cock out. When the head was only halfway out of her mouth, he shoved it all the way back down her throat again. In, then out, in, then out.

Rona continued sobbing. She was undergoing this test whether she chose to or not, and humiliated as she felt, she realized she was able to endure this horror as his strokes continued urgently increasing. She relaxed her lips and her gullet and came to realize this eased the tension in her and helped her to stop choking. Fierce resistance would only hurt her! The lovely woman began to understand that by allowing herself to surrender totally to this obscene man, she was at least able to spare herself acute discomfort, much less actual pain. Al immediately sensed the lovely woman's oral surrender. As a result he loosened his grip on her hair.

Instantly relieved at not having her hair tugged to the point of nearly being pulled out of her head, Rona realized now that she was forced to undergo this test of her courage, she would prove herself worthy, and she would pass it, after all. To do this meant pleasing the man, and toward this she made a conscious effort, knowing the better she did this vile thing, the sooner it would all end.

She was surprised to realize that her mouth was reacting in time to the strip music still playing in the room. Of its own volition her lips began sucking as if involuntarily, reacting to the relentless burrowing hardness, keeping perfect time with a movement of their own. They opened, then closed, opened, then closed, moving wetly around the roughly intruding thickness. Her tantalizing tongue moved of its own accord, darting tentatively at first to the tiny slitted opening each time the penis pulled back, while her lower front teeth continually grated against the length of his urethra, that tube in the underside of his hard cock, continually pressuring it ever so gently, sending fresh thrills running, surging madly through the handsome parole officer's vibrantly moving loins. The lust-driven man now moaned, feeling all kinds of thrillingly licentious pleasure.

Rona was very suddenly startled to realize she possessed an almost instinctive urge to please. She was no longer repulsed by what she was doing. On the contrary, she found she came by it very naturally, and as a result was making all kinds of lewd, wet, smacking noises as her mouth began rapidly taking on an unbelievable deftness.

Somewhere hidden in the depths of her subconscious was the natural knowledge of how she was able to orally please and satisfy a man. Using her mouth no longer seemed vile, but rather appeared very natural. Now this lurid information hidden in the back of her mind was charging into the forefront, into her conscious being, taking complete control of her physical as well as her mental self. Grateful she was somehow or other being relieved of a part of the shameful burden she'd had to endure, Rona allowed this hidden, almost barbaric part of her inner being to have complete control of her entire being. Then, as if in ultimate yielding, as if showing how willing she was to perform this obscene act, her small, delicate hands reached up and anxiously gripped the continually flexing muscles in the man's weighty thighs.

Al Alter's heart was pounding like a triphammer at the moment as he continued to fuck his huge cock ever deeper into the tight rictus of her narrow mouth. He slammed in with an ever mounting intensity, letting the sensitive head rasp harshly, violently against the woman's palate as if attempting to tear off an outer layer of sensitive skin. Al moaned with an animal like satisfaction as he continued pressing the lust-thickened lance of his powerful penis solidly against the smoothness of her gullet. Shivers of lurid ecstasy continued coursing through his nakedly arching body.

Rona was aware of the rapidly mounting thrills within her own body. Excitement filled her again and again, pulling her spinning mind from its inundation of shame and guilt. All that was washed away as she found herself eagerly and anxiously running her fingers over his buttocks, his thighs, his testicles, and when her head pulled back, over the exposed base of his shaft. She was sucking eagerly now, and little mewls of pleasure came from the depths of her taut throat. For some unexplained reason, each time the penis pushed its way into the depths of her esophagus, she actually felt herself being built higher and higher toward the summit of a feeling her body had never known. Was it possible, was it vaguely possible this was more than a test? Was this the Lord's way of letting her initially discover just what it was all other women raved about the orgasm? Her feminine instincts became more and more vibrantly attuned to the lascivious cadence of the man's eagerly thrusting loins.

More aware than ever of the lovely woman's increased fervor, Al knew he had been right in his assessment of Rona Everson. This caused his own licentious delight to swell enormously, and his body became sizzlingly hot as every inch of his powerful, full fleshed frame filled itself with passionate desire as he continued ramming his wetly swollen cock almost insanely into the depths of her hungrily sucking oral cave. The man continued straining his loins forward with a barbaric strength and lust.

The now hungrily sucking, beautiful dark-haired woman found herself thrilled beyond belief at the sensations continuing to mount inside her as she rapidly became enveloped in a torrent of thrilling, all-encompassing sexuality. A heatedly tingling warmth ran uncontrolled through every part of her nakedly kneeling body as she found herself awed by the delighted way he continued fucking her mouth. Now she was absorbed, thoroughly and totally, in helping the man achieve his sexual culmination, for she was certain that she would also achieve her own inner satisfaction at the same time, a satisfaction she now wanted as much as her mind had been repelled by the idea all the other years of her life.

There was an incredible feeling mounting in her body. It had started in her throat, and then, as if a telegraph line had been strung from her mouth to her pussy, she felt the heat in her worm through her belly and actually reach into her pussy. Her hot cunt walls were throbbing heatedly in delighted, sympathetic arousal, continually growing wetter and wetter with leaking feminine secretions. Her softly pulsing vaginal lips now flowered open like soft petals in a breeze, the full, hair fringed lips of her sucking vaginal mouth continually expanding and contracting, moving as if it, not her oral mouth, had the penis within, and yet, down there she was still a virgin. Wasn't that another irony?

"UMMMMMM... MMMMMM... AAAAHHHHMMMMMM... HHHHHMMMMM." she continued mewling around his cockmeat as it continued to heavily intrude into her oral depths.

Rona's slender loins were rotating and spinning with an extraordinary sense of timing, as if she were performing on a stage, keeping a perfect beat to the strip music still playing on the LP she had on the Rek-o-Kut turntable. The woman was thrilled to hear the moans and gasps coming from the man's gasping throat as he moved in wanton abandon, towering over her kneeling form, slamming his pubis solidly forward into her lovely face so that her nose was constantly buried in his pelvic hairs. He moved with the steady, repeating force of a steam driven jackhammer as he continued to jam his wetly excited penis deeper and deeper into her now eagerly receptive mouth and throat.

"Oh Jesus!" he gasped. "You are fantastic! Nobody'd ever believe this was your first time... Ohhhhhhhhhh... yes-sssss... thattawayyyy... Rona... Rona... Rona, you were born to suck cock! To think you wasted so many years not doing this!"

Al knew he was going to shoot his load, and very shortly, too. Nothing in the world was going to hold it back. His heavily bubbling balls, continually slapping against her chin, were churning with a deep, aching sensation. What he didn't know was that Rona was also going to cum, though if he had known this, he would have been even more thrilled. He had never had a woman actually achieve satisfaction while in the act of fellating him. Aware that his moment of triumphant release was not that far off, he began redoubling his fucking activity, slamming all the more vibrantly into the tightly narrow depths of her oral orifice while the woman, now utterly blind with thrilled passion continued digging her fingers into his buttocks with powerful abandon, sucking voraciously at his enormous penis like a hungry child at the banana to which she had likened his cock not too long before.

Dimly Rona was very much aware she was acting like all those gutter sluts with whom she had been incarcerated for the past eight months, and yet, as repulsive as her enforced cock sucking had initially seemed, her feverishly wracked body was now continually responding with uncontrolled abandon as she realized just why all those other women seemed to enjoy whoring.

The obscene demands put upon her by this parole officer now began thrilling Rona in ways she had never imagined possible. Even if it was shameful and degrading - everything she had been brought up to believe wrong - it was wonderful, and her mouth continued sucking and slurping as her saliva continued dribbling onto her knees. She didn't even think about the fact that she had first been forced to suck the lust-swollen cock of a man she despised. She was doing it willingly now, actually enjoying it, feeling her own inner thrills mount with every passing moment. This was her way of finding out what she truly wanted to do in life. Instead of feeding the dope habit of addicts, she would work with those who were rehabilitated, giving her body to those men truly trying to overcome their addiction, showing them real pleasure in this world need not come from some chemical, but rather from within themselves. Yes, now she first understood the true meaning of the words, "from within one's self."

Hot liquid was seeping heavily from her contracting vaginal depths, trickling shamelessly down her inner thighs, and her clit throbbed insistently though it had never once actually been touched. Her orgasm was building, and Rona wanted it; she wanted it more than anything in the world, for this was her reward for having accepted the test that had been visited on her.



"GGGGGHHHHHAAAAAUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHLLLLLCCCCCHHHHHUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHMMMMMPHHHHHWWWWWAAAAAUUUUUPHHHHUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHLLLLMMMMM!" she gagged as thrill after thrill wracked its way through her quivering self. Her head bobbed back and forth all the more anxiously now, excited at the pressure his ballooning cock was creating in her gullet as charge after charge of delight continued moving uncontrollably through her quaking body. She was so thrilled by her own feelings, she was totally unaware of the bliss charging through Al Alter.

"CHRISTAMIGHTY!" he bellowed. "HEEEEEEERE IT COMMMMMES... YAAAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHH... HHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH... AAANNNNNGGGGGHHHHHAAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHAAAAAUUUUUWWWWW AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHAAAAAGGGHHH!"

He was there, all right. Thick jets of heavy white sauce began spurting from the hole in the tip of his huge cock, shooting relentlessly, continually into the beautiful woman's wide-open, definitely receptive throat.

At the first blast of the hot semen, Rona was momentarily shocked from her own state of torpor, but a moment later she realized the heavily gushing cum shooting down her throat merely enhanced the feelings for her, and she swallowed hungrily, needily, gulping, drinking, anxious for more as the rich effluvium of the semen filled her nostrils. Wave after wave of cum fed her gullet, and she drank unendingly, feeling herself slowly becoming aroused all over again. By the time she was finished and his penis had half-shrunk, she was on fire with need, all over again.

Her head began bobbling on his limp cock, sucking hungrily, and the power of her jaws eventually raised a new erection. But this time Al threw the woman on her back and pushed his penis into her tight cunt, not sparing her virginity, thrilling to her screams as her hymen snapped, while at the same time she began a string of unbroken climaxes that lasted ten minutes - until he came once more.

Like Ella Montefusco and so many women who had traveled "the same road before her," Rona Everson became a model parolee. Once a week she visited Al Alter in the privacy of his small office and always begged for the privilege of blowing him. After locking the door to his office, Al always complied. Here, in the office, when he came, he had to be silent about it. Luckily Rona always came too, and her gullet was so filled with his cock, her muffled gasps were never heard beyond the room.

Rona Everson not only abandoned her previous habit of helping dope addicts by either giving the dope away or selling it to them at cost, but threw herself into her new role of rehabilitator. She went to work for one of the small clinics that helped those addicted to dope who wanted to break the habit. She used her pussy and her mouth to truly telling effect, and men who had been incapable of potency because of the drug habit, became aroused because of the different sexy ways Rona did things. Not only that, but she made sex so thrillingly enjoyable for them, she was actually able to get more than ninety percent of the men she worked with to stay away from heroin. Considering the normal rate of addicts truly rehabilitated throughout the country was less than five percent, Rona was achieving remarkable success.

When she confided what she was doing, to Al, he told her, "I'm not supposed to hear any of this, so I'm going to forget you've told it to me. Just be careful, honey. Unfortunately, the law frowns on such behavior, no matter how good it is, and no matter how much good it does. Just be discreet and pick your addicts with great care."

"Mmmmmmm!" Rona nodded, her mouth crammed full of his cock.

Al Alter wasn't the only parole officer who rated sex high on his list of cures for parolee ills. Judy Borgen, one of the female officers who worked in the same office as Al, also believed in it. Though she wasn't the kind who was able to swing bi-sexually, she often worked out an arrangement whereby some of her male parolees and some of her female parolees took out their frustrations on one another. The only thing she insisted on was being there to make sure the male didn't harm the female in any way, or vice-versa.

Judy was a short girl, well-built, endowed with a pretty face, a charming disposition, and an innate knowledge of people. She had short, curly brown hair, bright, glistening eyes which she hid behind dark glasses so no one was able to see the veiled lust in them, a small nose, a full pair of lips, and a long, slender neck.

At the present time she was trying to rehabilitate one Albert Karnstein, a short, weasel-faced man with a long nose, curly black hair which he kept long enough to cover his stuck-out ears, and a small Hitler mustache which he thought would make his nose look smaller. Bert, as he was known non-affectionately by everyone who came into contact with him, was a three-time loser, and this was his last chance. If he went back in the next time, it would be for good. The only trouble was, Judy was unable to get this across to the five-foot-five-inch megalomaniac.

Although Judy had not used her sex treatment on Bert yet, she decided, as a last resort, if this didn't bring the man around, nothing would. It went without saying that the thought of such a slimy, pimple-faced weasel putting his hands on her was something she would never tolerate. However, she did have one girl who had just come under her control, and the girl, who was plain, though not unattractive, needed reassurance.

Ann Mason had only one boy friend in her entire life, and he had proven his affection for her by leaving her with some stolen money when the police came looking for him. The police knew the money was in her possession, she was booked as an accessory.

Ann had served two years, and when she came out, her hair had started turning white. She was still slightly overweight, though she had lost a considerable amount of weight inside. Her breasts were soft and lumpy, yet they somehow managed to hold up, and by some miracle her waistline had pinched in, even if her belly was slightly rounded.

Bert Karnstein had never had a woman. Granted, he had always thought of himself as something super-special, megalomania running rampant in his entire family, but hard as he had tried to get a woman, he had been unsuccessful in his short span of thirty years. Considering that he had spent ten of those years in different prisons, it was not too surprising. He had committed three robberies, had been caught each time, and had gone to prison each time. The first time he had served a year of a three year sentence. The second time he had served three years of a seven year sentence, and the third time he had served six years of a fifteen year sentence. However the parole board never seemed to learn, and Bert was back on the streets again, out on parole, this time assigned to Judy Borgen. Judy Borgen was almost certain rehabilitation with this man was futile, but she was going to give it one last try.

Bert didn't know what to expect when he followed Judy Borgen into the run-down apartment building. His mind was on the trim, luscious form of the twenty-eight-year old parole officer, and he would have given anything if she had let him bang her. Hell! Maybe that was why she had brought him here. He was always the supreme egomaniac, certain that one day he would meet a female who would see in him all the things he saw in himself.

When Judy pushed open the door to apartment 3C, what Bert saw was something beyond what he had expected. This was the apartment in which Ann Mason now lived.

The apartment, though small, was considerably larger than the one-room dump where he was presently flopping. It had a kitchen, a living room, and a bedroom with a single gigantic king-sized bed in the middle of the room, looking like an enormous playground. The room itself was painted a garish purple, and there were red, blue, and purple light bulbs in unshaded lamps all over the room.

What really made Bert's eyes pop was the white-haired woman, obviously not much older than himself, in the middle of the bed. She was bare-assed naked, and she was rhythmically pumping a thick, gleaming white cylinder in and out of the still brown-haired V between her slackly splayed thighs. She was pumping it in and out in time to a tune she was humming.

The steam radiator in the corner was hissing, making the room feel like an oven. Bert took off his black leather jacket, revealing his cheap blue shirt and black pants underneath. Judy also removed her coat, and she was clad in a gray-green dress with long sleeves and a matching jacket. The psychedelic colors in the room made Ann Mason's gleaming white naked body look good to Bert Karnstein. She lay on the bed, totally concentrating on her lewd manner of self-fulfillment. She didn't pay much attention to Bert's and Judy's entrance.

"Ann," Judy snapped, "didn't I tell you not to do things like that? You know, you might damage yourself."

Ann merely smiled and pulled the slick, shiny cylinder from her tight pussy, and Bert realized it was a long, thick Christmas candle. The juicy pink lips of her clamping cunt seemed to cling to the candle like a sucking mouth, and when she plunged it back into herself, she grunted with a certain satisfaction. From time to time she took a drag from a cigarette, and Judy realized, from the smell of it, it was pure tobacco and nothing else. Ann had no intention of doing anything that would send her back inside.

Today was Saturday, and in the privacy of her own apartment she was able to do anything she wished, including masturbating with a convenient candle. Not even Judy Borgen was able to stop her from doing that, and when Judy had phoned earlier to tell Ann she was coming over with a surprise, Ann had decided to surprise Judy by stripping down and letting the parole officer see her naked body on the bed, this way. She hadn't expected Judy to bring a man with her, but when the man had come in and Ann had finally become aware of him, she knew what Judy intended.

Bert felt his limp cock solidly lurch in his pants as it began swelling. He stood there, wide-eyed, salivating hungrily and observing just what it was the white-haired woman was doing. She was shamelessly masturbating to a orgasm. Bert saw the woman was really getting hot now because of the way her pelvis was starting to snap upward on every driving instroke of the candle as it continually vanished between her thighs. She grunted each time she pushed the candle out very slowly, its wetly glistening length shining as she prepared to ram it into her all the harder.

Though Judy shuddered at the thought of touching Bert Karnstein, she knew he wouldn't really make a move until she did something to let him know it was all right for him to act. He was shaken up when he felt her hand unzip his fly. He was even more shaken up when she reached into said fly and pulled out his small penis, already as long and as hard as it was going to grow, and she began tugging it back and forth, keeping perfect time with the way Ann was fucking herself with the candle.

Reluctantly, the man tore his eyes away from the thrillingly lascivious sight on the bed and looked down at the way Judy's hand was gripping his cock. The beautiful curly haired woman was grinning mischievously at him with sparkling eyes that looked unbelievable now that she had taken off her dark glasses. There was no question that Judy was a knockout, prettier by far than the white-haired woman with dark circles under her eyes who lay on the bed. Still, the nakedness of the woman on the bed made her look unnaturally sexy, so suggestive of total and complete erotic abandon, that he felt himself drawn to her.

"Well will you look at the present my parole officer has brought me," Ann Mason said aloud.

Bert Karnstein stared at the bed and the woman lying on it, and he dribbled a little. The white haired woman was watching him with an amused smile on her prematurely pouchy face. She had stopped jerking the candle in and out of her pussy, but with the candle inside, and with her legs widely splayed, he was able to see part of the candle sticking out from the hairy lips of her sucking cunt.

"Come on over here, whatever-your-name-is," she said to Bert, beckoning to him. "Let's see what you have between your legs, and then maybe I can spare this candle for another time. It doesn't look like much from here, but I think it'll fit."

As if he were suddenly being tugged by some powerful magnetic force, the man walked away from Judy Borgen and moved toward the woman who was lying on the bed amidst a series of colorful throw pillows. His thinly distended cock was jutting out of his fly, pointing the way before him.

As he neared the bed, Ann rolled from the middle of the bed to the edge to take a closer look at the penis. Prison had hardened her, and because she no longer looked attractive to most men, she had come to the point where any cock, any cock at all, looked good to her.

"Oh, I like the look of that," she purred appreciatively, and she reached out a slender hand, white with prison pallor to touch the dome-shaped head of the skinny little man's enormous penis. It was the second time in as many minutes that a feminine hand had touched his cock, and it took all Bert Karnstein's willpower not to shoot. Ann gave the tip a sharp little pinch which sent a lightning flash of mixed pain and delight charging through every tingling nerve end in Bert's shuddering body. Jesus, the bitch really knew how to touch a guy just right. She must have seen him ready to boil over with lust, and instead of grabbing his cock and making him shoot, she had pinched him in just the right place to make the feeling inside him recede. Bert had no idea who she was or why Judy had brought him together with the white-haired woman, but he was willing to bet the broad had already learned more ways of giving and taking pleasure sexually than he would ever learn. The white hair and the young, albeit pouchy face made her look mystical, almost witch-like, and there was that look about her that made him associate her with dark practices and strange, secret rites. Yet she was young, he was sure of that, younger than himself. She darted a quizzical, challenging look up at him from under her grey, arched brows, and said, "YOU tell me, man, do you know what to do with this pecker of yours besides piss?"

"I'm sure if I don't, you'll be more than happy to teach me, won't you," he said.

"I want the two of you to enjoy each other," Judy said to them. "I think if you like one another and want to live together - without my knowledge, of course - it might be enough to straighten out both your lives. How about it?"

"I'm willing," Ann said. "Now it's up to skinny here with the Hitler mustache. Hey, you know Judy, you're all right. You really know what a girl needs, don't you. Hell! I'll bet not many parole officers can look into a person's soul and see what it is he or she really needs. Tell me, are you gonna hang around and watch, or d'you think we can be left alone?"

"I'm responsible for all this," Judy replied. "I don't dare leave the two of you alone, at least not right now. If you do decide to move in together, then it'll theoretically be without my knowing about it, and the two of you can do whatever pleases you. But right now, I have to make sure my bringing the two of you together wasn't a mistake, and so no matter how it bothers you, I'm going to have to watch."

"Does that bug you?" Ann asked Bert.

He wasn't about to let the women know that being watched bothered him. Heck! The last thing in the world that he wanted was for any of them to find out he was still a virgin. He had to act like a knowledgeable man, so he swaggered a little, and said, "Heck, she's already grabbed hold of my cock and felt it. I don't see why her looking at the two of us ought to bother me."

"Right on, man!" Ann nodded. "Well, let's not waste any time. I'm not allowed to have any alcoholic beverages here, so all I have in the place is some Coca Cola. Notice, I can't even use the word Coke. It's in the refrigerator if you want to fortify yourself before coming to bed."

"Why the hell should I need to be fortified?" Bert asked. "A chick like you looks mighty good to me."

Jesus! He was hotter than hell! He wouldn't have cared if she looked like Godzilla, but the truth was, in his eyes, anyway, lying there totally naked, she wasn't a half-bad-looking woman, and he knew he'd be able to spend his time with her, at least until he was ready for the bigger and better things he was always anticipating.

His eyes roved hungrily, lustfully over Ann Mason's gleaming chalk-white form, following the curves of her overripe, soft breasts and her somewhat fleshy waist, although the waist wasn't really that bad. His eyes inevitably returned to the juncture between her thighs where the white candle was still embedded. As he watched, she used her shoulders and heels to lift her body from the bed, and then she began contracting the muscles of her buttocks and little by little the candle began oozing out of her, sliding from the depths of her cunt, filling the air with the rich, musky aroma of her interior. It was almost all the way out when Ann began rotating her hips around and around in an undulatory motion and to his amazement the candle slowly but surely was sucked right back into her again, disappearing bit by bit until only the end stuck out. He almost felt the pressure of her nibbling vaginal lips around his own huge cock, and Bert almost lost control of himself, then and there. It took total willpower not to cum.

"I'm a total-action, man!" she boasted, a mocking glint in her eye, gazing up at Bert, letting him see the fever glittering there. "I think it's time you gave me a try, buddy," she told him, and she clenched her vaginal muscles tightly. The candle suddenly shot from her cunt as if it had been fired from a gun. She swiveled her hips so that her pelvis was now directly pointed at him, and then she reached down with both hands to part the sparsely-haired lips of her sucking pussy, lasciviously exposing her dilated vaginal opening and the swollen bud of her clit pulsating in the steaming furrow of glistening pink pussyflesh.

"Ever eat pussy, man?" Ann asked him softly.

"Huh! Why... uhhhh... yeah, sure, I'm the greatest pussy eater around," Bert boasted, as he boasted of being the greatest anything and everything around. The truth was, this was the first naked pussy he had ever seen, much less having done anything else to it. He looked at Judy once, for confirmation, and Judy nodded. Then, with a low, animal-like moan, completely forgetful of anything and everything else in the world for the moment, he dropped to his knees on the bed and buried his face in the soaking depths of Ann's bubbling pussy, his tongue frantically licking, letting her exuding oils smear all over his lips and face, sucking frenziedly at the fluid as if drinking it would give him life the way blood would give life to a vampire. He had been so starved for the feel of a woman. He had never had one before, and being able to glut himself this way so suddenly, thrilled him. He smelled the aroma of her as he licked, unable to believe such delicious pleasures really did exist in this world, after all. His entire life had been one big lie, and this was the kind of truth he was able to face very easily. With a truth like this around, he began wondering for the first time in his life if lying was necessary.

Immediately Ann's clutching hands reached down and tangled themselves in the man's black, curly hair, her fingers pulling loose strands, letting her see that intermingled in the black he, too, had white hairs. She guided his mouth until she felt his tongue touching her clit, and then she rubbed her extended nubbin back and forth against the flat oral organ, regulating the sucking and impetuous licking. As his lips closed around the moistly pulsating little bud, she gave a low, abandoned moan and her pelvis began a fluidly serpentine motion against his hungering, open mouth. Bert instinctively followed and accentuated her rhythm, his sucking lips and swirling tongue delving into the same pussy he had seen the candle move in and out of, and it was as if he had done this all his life - as if this was the most natural thing in the world for him to do. It was almost as if the two of them had been fated to be together since the beginning of time.

That was it! Yes, that was it! Bert Karnstein knew for a fact the two of them were perfectly attuned to one another, and he knew that when the time came for him to fuck her, he was going to really blow his top. Shee-ittt! This was a real woman, and he was going to bury his cock where his tongue now delved. Jesus! It would be one helluva lot better than fucking his fist, that was for sure. It was as if this white-haired broad and he were made for one another - one of those wonderful moments he had waited for all his life but had stopped expecting to happen, after awhile. He seemed to know precisely how to give her pleasure.

The girl's entire body began twisting and jerking and shuddering when he drew his tongue up and down the center of her pink wet vaginal crevice, and then began rotating it around and around as if he had done this all his life. He washed the smooth, wet velvet of her cunt, nibbling just at the opening in the beginning, then sliding his tongue farther and farther inside. He heard Ann moan yearningly now, and he was aware of the muscles in her vaginal canal clinging as hard as possible to his obscenely protruding tongue. It seemed to no longer be a part of him, but rather became a part of the woman's body, fluttering with the rapid pounding of blood pumping through her shuddering arteries. Not caring he was barely able to breathe, Bert pushed his nose even deeper between the flanges of her sucking cunt, thrusting the full length of his tongue into the woman's ravenous vaginal tunnel. He inhaled deeply, and the smothering odor of her pussy almost totally overwhelmed him. He reveled in her passionate response to the ministrations of his obviously adequate oral organ.

You must wait, he was thinking. Honey, you wait until you feel the full length of my cock driving all the way up inside your cunt. You'll see how adequate it is, and you'll never want another cock for the rest of your life. In spite of the fact that he was the one on his knees, groveling like a slave between her tender thighs, he was once again filled with an exaggerated amount of self-importance. He felt a sense of mastery over this white-haired woman he had only just met and whose pussy seemed to suddenly become the limits of his new universe. He was well aware of his cock straining and expanding to an enormous thickness for it, that is, as he anticipated the wild fucking he would shortly be enjoying with this woman. All the while Bert continued to taunt and tantalize her with his driving tongue until her gasps became sobs and he felt her hands tugging at his head.

"It's time!" Ann cried out. "It's time! Come on, shrimp! Come ahead and fuck me, and let's see if your cock is at least half as good as your tongue."

Bert jumped up and began pulling off his clothing. His eyes caught a glimpse of Judy, sitting on a vanity bench off to the side, apparently indifferent to what was going on as she watched. She sat with her legs raised and her arms folded, as if very pleased with the way things were going. Well hell! He was more than pleased.

Totally naked now, he hurled his skinny, underweight body between the white-haired woman's outflung legs. She stopped tossing her head from side to side long enough to look between her breasts at the hardness of his twitching penis, and then she reached down with her right hand to guide the swollenly swollen head into her aching cunt. Simultaneously, as one person, the pair of them heaved toward one another so that their loins smacked wildly together and his near-bursting cock was buried to the hilt far into the soft depths of her hungry feminine flesh. It sank all the way on the first lunge, but then, it was neither long nor thick, and Ann's cunt had been dilated by the candle so that she had been more than ready.

"UMMMMMMM! YESSSSSS... THAT'S GOOD!" Ann gasped, panting heavily as she laced her smooth arms around the man's skinny shoulders and his narrow back. "Don't you move, yet, lover. I want to feel all of you inside me for awhile!"

Ann was smiling into his face, her lips dry and parched, and that was when Bert became aware of the intense heat emanating from her motionless body, as if the woman was burning up with fever.

For the first time Bert realized ho