"Honey, I'm going to wait up for Brenda to get home.  You go on to bed.
Thank you.  You were wonderful tonight."  Marnie said, as she kissed her
husband, Roger, passionately, good night.

"Not as wonderful as you, Snookums, you vixen.  You have really become a
sex dynamo lately.  You're incredible.  I love you.  Don't stay up too
long.  Brenda can handle herself.  I'm worried about you, though. I
wouldn't want my sex kitten to burn herself out.  Are you sure I can't talk
you into coming to bed now?"  Roger said, as he smooched with Marnie,
trying to get her to change her mind about waiting up.

"No, I want to make sure she gets in okay."  Marnie said, as she kissed the
tip of his nose.

Marnie camped out on the living room couch.  She tried reading, she tried
TV, and she tried solitaire.  Nothing was working.  All of the excitement
of the day had drained her energy, so she had nothing in reserve.  "Maybe I
should get up and make some coffee."  She thought to herself, as she
drifted off into dreamland.

When she woke up, it was morning.  Roger was ready to go to work. "What
time did Brenda get in last night?"  He asked.

"I don't know.  I feel asleep.  She's in?  You've seen her?"  Marnie asked
concerned.

"Of course.  She's sound a sleep upstairs.  No need to worry."  He said
reassuringly,  "Gotta go.  Big day.  Important breakfast meeting. Love ya.
(Kiss)"

Marnie went upstairs.  She looked in at Brenda sleeping so angelically.
She did not have the heart to wake her, but she did need to get to the
bottom of all of this.  So, she dressed in downtown clothes, left Brenda a
note and took off in search of Larcher.

Coming up from parking into the lobby, she came upon a security guard, whom
she had never seen before.  She approached him, and he stood up with a big
smile on his face saying, "Well hi there."  Said as if he was really glad
to see her.

Marnie grew uneasy with him, thinking it odd he was acting so familiar with
her, when they had not even met.  "Can you tell me where Larcher is right
now?  I really need to see him."  Marnie asked, and looked around at a
passerby, who smiled at her knowingly.

"I think he is checking or fixing a lock on the fifth floor.  Try number
5230 first.  If you don't connect with him there, you can always come back
here to me."  He said in an immature flirtatious manner.

Marnie was beginning to feel that she was having a "Twilight Zone"
experience. She was about to get in the elevator, but it was pretty full,
so she said that she would ride the next one up.  Everybody fussed and
insisted that she use the current one.  When she got in, all eyes were upon
her, looking her up and down. They did not even bother to look away, when
she looked them in the eye.  No one seemed to be getting off on any floor
before hers.  When they got to the fifth floor, she got out and looked back
as she walked, to see that the door was being held open, and everyone was
watching her walk away down the hall.  When she was out of eyeshot, she
searched for the restroom to check how she looked, and to see if her slip
was showing, or something.

She did not find anything out of the ordinary.  She was not even wearing a
slip. She did look pretty hot in her white blouse, that hinted at the lacy
bra underneath, the form fitting, above the knee skirt, slit up the left
side and heels.  It was an okay hair day.  Maybe she just had not been
giving herself enough credit these days for looking as good as she did for
being 39 yrs. old.

She continued on her search for Larcher.  There he was crouched down in
front of a door, looking at a partially disassembled door lock. She
approached him, tapped on his shoulder and demanded,  "Larcher, we need to
talk."

"Nice to see you too, Missy.  Have you come for your victory parade?" He
asked smiling.

"What on earth are you talking about?  I'm here to tell you to keep your
kid away from my daughter.  You said, that if I cooperated with you, he and
his friends would stay away."  She said, angry and oblivious to the gist of
what he had just said.

"I don't know what you are talking about.  My brat doesn't pick his nose
without my okay.  Can you say the same for your brat?"

Marnie stared at him angry and frustrated.  Then it hit her like an
invisible vapor reaching up to her nose,  "What are you talking about, a
'victory parade'?"

"You know, for you single-handedly bringing down the top men's team in
volleyball for the first time in fifteen years."  He said still smiling.
"Yeah, it's a big deal here.  The men have a round robin to field their
best team, and the women do the same.  Then there is a championship match.
The men always let the women stay in the game until the very end, and take
it away at the end with fanfare that only they appreciate.  Well Missy,
you've started a new tradition, that will probably last for years, the
'tits between the eyes offense'.  I can see it now, every game close until
the very end, where the women all flash the men at that crucial moment, and
steal each game away from them for the next fifteen years.  This year you
crushed their egos. In the future, it will be the moment that everyone will
be waiting for.  You should see the tribute some of the ladies have set up
for you in the secretary's lounge.  Want to come and see?"  He said, like
the Cheshire Cat.

They went down to the second floor.  Marnie's insides were a flutter.  Her
heart was pumping faster.  Her short breaths were interspersed with a deep
breath of longer duration.  Larcher held one of the glass doors for her.
She entered, started to look around, the few bodies taking a break looked
back, and started to recognize her.  They were looking over her shoulder
and then back at her. So, Marnie turned to look at the 17 by 11" blown up
picture of a 39 year old lady, flashing her large breasts proudly at two
men across the net from her, and who have let the volleyball touch the
ground between them.  Above the picture was a computer banner, "We Are The
Champions".  Below it were two other 11 by 8½" shots of Marnie with her top
being held up by a teammate. 

"Oh-my-god, Larcher!  You've got to do something.  I can't have Roger
seeing this.  Please help me.  Where else?  Oh-my-god, no!"  She said
grabbing his arm in a plea for help, despite his snickering.

"Don't worry Missy.  You know Walter always looks out for you."  He said,
causing stomach acid to rise to the back of Marnie's throat.

Okay Ladies, and Gentleman, these are going to have to be removed.  It is
against the company's anti-harassment policy to have such materials
displayed on the premises."  He said, as he reached up to untack the 17 by
11 photocopy blowup.

An "awwwwe" whined through the room.

"Can I have that?"  The man in the room asked.

"Sure."  Said Larcher,  "Knock yourself out."

"Larcher!"  Marnie said annoyed.

"Don't worry Missy, he doesn't know your husband."  Larcher said amused.
"Now I expect you to do something for me."  Larcher said as they moved out
to the hall.

"Larcher, you've got to promise me that all of the pictures are going to be
gathered up before my husband sees them.  It's over for me if he does, and
you'll lose your leverage over me too.  Your plaything, your obedient
slave, your slut, is history, if he ever learns any of this."  Marnie said
with almost a hint of relief at the thought.

"That's not true, Missy.  You can't manage without me.  You've discovered
the slut in you that all women have.  You all tamp it down to keep order in
your lives.  You expect other women to tamp it down in them too, to make it
easier for you all to protect your territories.   You are made to be a
slut.  You actually love sex more than us pricks do.  You can cum over and
over again.  You toy with us, but in reality, the more cock you get, the
more cock you want." Larcher opined uncharacteristically.

"Larcher you haven't a clue about women.  You are so far from reality I am
embarrassed for you."  Marnie said disgusted. 

"No, you're thinking from the standpoint of needing us for things like
security, fathering, and to lift and carry for you.  If you take those
things away, you'll have to admit, that you've wanted and needed more cock,
more of the time, since you've met me.  I'll bet your wet right now with
just us talking about it." Larcher said, as he put his fingers up her
skirt.  "Damn, pantyhose."  He said, he pulled the hose and panties down to
mid thigh right in the hall.

"God, Larcher.  Are you insane?"  Marnie said, putting her hand on top of
his arm to stop him, worried she'd be caught.

Larcher reached his mark between her legs.  "See, what did I tell you. Wet
as a bitch in heat."  He continued to stroke her, his hand entering her
skirt through the slit; Marnie was looking both ways in panic, her hands on
his shoulders, standing against the wall of the corridor, legs apart, a
little higher on tiptoes than with just her heels.

"Larcher, please stop.  Don't, not here like this.  What if someone sees
me?"

"Thank you.  You made my point."  He said, pulling his hand away. "You
didn't want me to stop because you didn't want it; you wanted me to stop
for socialized reasons.  If you had no consequences to suffer, you'd pretty
much have me, or someone else, do things like this to you all day.  What
eats me, is that you can.  For a guy, we get it off and then have to wait
for a time, even days, for some guys, to get the batteries back to full
charge before we get to do it again."  Larcher bemoaned.

"This is all very interesting," she said sarcastically, "but shouldn't you
be finding the other pictures?   My husband will be here any minute, if he
hasn't already come back from a breakfast meeting." Marnie pleaded worried.

Larcher got on his intercom and talked in code that made no sense to
Marnie. "Okay, it's taken care of.  Now come with me."

"Where are you taking me?"  She asked concerned.

"You're going to meet some new friends I've made here.  You'll like them,
especially Eddie."

They went to a lower level, to a room with a lot of machinery.  "This is
the physical plant for the building."  Larcher explained in a louder voice,
so she could hear him over the noise.  "This is the center of comfort for
the building, hot, cold, light, dark . . ." He waved at a couple of guys at
a desk in an office with two walls of glass.  As they entered, he
introduced Marnie to the 55-60 year old called Will, and to the 40 or so
year old named Sam.

Marnie looked at the desktop.  They had been looking at all sorts of shots
of her at the volleyball game, the same ones as in the lounge, another
being drenched in water and a few uneasily atop two guy's shoulders.  "Oh
no," she feared, "I must be everywhere."

"Larcher, what about these?"  She asked.

"Don't worry, Missy, these are a private stash.  They won't get back to
hubby."

"Oh when is this picture thing going to stop.  It is so humiliating to know
about it.  Id be better off not even knowing who sees them.  I know what's
coming now.  I could use some cock, damn.  Larcher, that prick, was right
about one thing, the more male meat I get, the more I need it.  Oh I wish
it wasn't so.  I just want to go back to my ordinary existence, with my
ordinary family, with my ordinary urges.  Larcher is all wrong on one score
though, though, in his longing to be able to cum all the time.  Being able
to cum more often is no compensation for having to.  God, if Larcher makes
me do these two, it will be the oldest guy I've ever done, and the first
black man.  So, I wonder where Eddie is?"  Marnie thought to herself as the
men talked.

Marnie listened back in.  "She's wearing pantyhose?  Could we see? Golly,
pantyhose and heels.  This is one special day."  Will said with delight.

"Missy, my friends here don't believe me when I tell them that you are
wearing pantyhose instead of stockings.  Why don't you take off that skirt
for a while." Larcher suggested, but Marnie knew it as an order.

She removed her skirt watching the reaction of the two mechanics.  She
carefully folded it, and put it on top of a filing cabinet.

"Do you think she would just walk around like that?  Man, those are killer
legs."  Will asked excitedly.

"Sure.  Missy, why don't you get some exercise in and out of this office
and up and down there in front of this window.  Will here would like to see
those legs of yours in action."  Larcher said, as Marnie momentarily glared
at him.

Somehow, being talked about in the third person, as if she wasn't there,
made her feel more like a slut, when they were expecting and asking that
she do things to turn them on.  She walked, as she was told, then started
to get into it a little, as she was heating up between her legs to take on
the inevitable. She wanted to see previews of cumming attractions in their
pants.  She did not have long to wait, either, as they both started
adjusting their work pants, while ogling her legs openly.

Sam asked Larcher to see her butt.  The tails of her blouse were hiding it
somewhat.  Larcher had Marnie remove her blouse and she added it to the
skirt.

"Man you couldn't tell those were the same tits as in the pictures, under
that shirt." Will said.  "Do you suppose she would walk some more without
that bra?"

Marnie didn't wait for Larcher's quaint request, she knew what would be
coming and went straight for the strap, lowering the bra off of her arms,
and tossing it to the other things.  She started walking again, keeping her
face toward the men each time she turned.  Her breasts were bobbing and
swaying a little as she walked with heels.  Then Larcher signaled her back
in. 

"Oh good," she was thinking, "I'm ready to get started, and the sooner we
do, the sooner I can get out of here, hey boys, I'm ready, I'm slick, slide
right in.  Cum to mama."  Marnie was toying with them in her head.

"Like I was saying, the panties and pantyhose seem redundant.  It's the
same as wearing suspenders and a belt, you know, like Eddie." Will said.

"Well let's fix that shall we?"  Larcher said as he guided Marnie close to
him with his hand on her arm.  He took out a pocketknife, that he opened
with just his thumb, and pulled aside the pantyhose to slice the panties at
their narrowest part on the hips.  Then he took hold of the front and
yanked the now lose panties up and out.

"Argh! Owe! Damn you Larcher, that hurt."  Marnie said fuming and holding
her tender crotch.

While Marnie was bent forward, legs apart, both hands tending to her sore
pussy, first Will, then Sam, reached out and each put a hand on one of her
tits to feel their mass, and smoothness.  As she got over the initial wave
of pain, she took her hands away and stood up. Will bent down to get a
close look at her pubic area, looking as if he noticed a problem.  "What
the?  Is she really a blond?  I don't see anything." He said quizzically.

"No buddy, she's bald.  Want to see?" Larcher said, guiding Marnie back up
against the desk.  "Here, lean back and don't move."  He told her, holding
up the knife again.

Marnie looked at it eyes wide, frozen, holding her breath, as it dropped
out of her sight.  Larcher pinched and pulled at the material between her
legs, and crudely cut away the middle panel of the pantyhose.   Now her
glistening shaved pussy and mons veneris were visible to the curious eyes.
She stood back up, relieved Larcher's skills with the knife were
sufficient.

"Do you think she would mind if I rested my woody in her cove for a while?"
Will asked Larcher.

"I think she'd appreciate more activity than that Will.  Why don't you Fuck
her silly.  She likes that."  Larcher said crudely.

"Oh man, this is great."  Sam blurted spontaneously.

Will quickly let his pants and drawers down, while Marnie voluntarily
positioned herself legs apart, bent forward, hands resting palms down
around the edges of the seat of a straight back chair.  She looked back
over her left shoulder at Will nervously jerking his meat.  He was kind of
embarrassed to be performing in front of the others, but so horny looking
at her pantyhose covered legs parted in front of him, that he blocked the
presence of the others out of his mind. He approached her from behind,
never taking his eyes off of the target until he was at her gate and
starting to slowly slide in.

His eyes closed as he entered her snatch.  A smile came to his face as he
concentrated on her warm, wet pouch hugging his sensitized tool. He stood
there like that, with his grin, until Marnie contracted her cunt muscles
and moved her rear a bit to get his attention.  He opened his eyes,
realized his job, and started to pump slowly, very slowly, in and out.
Larcher and Sam were trying to pace his motion by bobbing their heads, and
leading him to a faster pace bobbing slightly faster with expressions of
one encouraging a follower to hurry and catch up.

Marnie would have been okay with the pace if she had all day, but she
wanted out of there as soon as possible.  So, she reached between her legs
and cupped his balls with her left hand.  He froze.  "No stupid, don't
stop.  Keep moving." Marnie was thinking as she started to urge him on by
stroking, pulling, and squeezing impulses on his nuts.  At first he just
leaned back with his eyes closed, mouth open, groaning, but then a switch
snapped and he started pumping into her like his life depended on it.  He
came in a flurry of quick deep thrusts with his head bobbing forward and
back.  To watch him you would guess he was giving himself whiplash.  He
pulled out totally spent and walked his way around the desk with his hands
on its edges until he plopped down in the seat and vegetated. 

Sam was all eager to have a turn.  Lucky for Marnie there were two of them,
because Will had got her hot to a holding temperature, but she really
needed to be cooked.  Sam had his pants down and off, with a good sized
stiff cock twitching to go.  He rubbed his hands together in anticipation.
Marnie looked at her first dark meat.  It was beautiful to her, and it had
a provocative curve to it.  It came straight out from his body and curved
almost straight up by the end. She waited in eager anticipation for its
grand entrance.  Then she felt a tap on her shoulder.

"Ya know Miss, most women like me to do it from the front.  They say it
feels better to them that way."  Sam said, more concerned for her, than
asking out of his own preference.

Marnie sensed that he was being considerate.  It was unexpected.  She had
grown used to the third party way they were referring to her in the room.
The anonymity of being screwed from behind was something she had grown to
tolerate to a certain degree.  She did not have to look at the screwer.
Somehow, the front-to-front position was too personal, too humiliating, a
violation of her love for Roger.  "But he is being concerned for my
pleasure.  These bastards don't usually care about me.  No, if I were to
look at him while he did it to me, I'd feel so filthy, so immoral, and so
slutty.  But, I need to cum badly. There's no sign of this guy Eddie.  If
Larcher even tries to do me now, I know he'll do it in my rear and laugh
that he got off, while denying me my release. Give him the front?  No. I
can't . . ." Marnie was debating, when at the last minute, she turned
around and sat on the front edge of the desk with her legs open and arms
held out for Sam's neck, with her eyes closed. 

Sam kept her waiting like that a minute, while he shucked his shirt. When
she opened her eyes wondering, she saw this beautifully muscled black man
approach her opening with his hard curved cock, placing his arms around her
middle, and then slide on in.  She could feel the tip of his curved cock
touching a particularly sensitive area of her love tunnel.  Then she felt
him hug her breasts into his smooth warm skin, with his face nuzzling her
neck.  Her arms that had been extended to place her hands at the back of
his neck, now hung limply at her sides, as she surrendered her whole body
to Sam's embrace.  He started rutting her cunt in sweeping hip movements,
maximizing the unique effect the curve was having in her vagina. 

She came quickly, scrunching up her face, as he kept up the attack. Shortly
after, she came again, a little more intensely.  Now panting, sweating,
putting her hands on his shoulders, almost ready to push him off.  He kept
on rutting faster and harder.  She came again, shaking her head wildly form
side to side, and started to push him away a little.  He kept on pumping.
She was frantic. She did not think she could take another climax; it would
stop her heart for sure.  He would not let up; nothing would stop him from
reaching his goal. Marnie started hitting his shoulders and flailing her
legs.  "Ohmygod, ohmygod, no, stop, oh no, don't stop, ohmygod, ohmygod, oh
yes, ohmygod yes,  EYEEEEAOW! OH-MY-GOD, you wonderful man."  She exclaimed
loudly with all her breath and might, cumming as he shot his load into her,
holding her up off the desk, thrusting in his after cums, as she hugged his
neck with her arms, and his hips with her legs, in a death grip. 

Tears ran down her eyes.   Marnie basked in the afterglow of an orgasmic
sequence she had never known there could exist for her, but, at the same
time, was mourning the sense now that she has been there, she would
probably never taste this delicious a fruit ever again.

Sam joked with the guys,  "See what I tell you?  They always want me to do
them from the front."  They all laughed.

Then they heard faintly, "Larcher, hey Larcher."  Then it got louder as the
young blond guard approached.  "There you are."  He went into the office.
"Do you have your hand held turned off?"

"Oops.  Yeah, what have you got?"  Larcher responded.

"You wanted me to tell you, . . . is she the one from the video?" The guard
said distracted.

"Yeah.  What is it man?"  Larcher said, trying to keep him on track.

"What video?"  Marnie piped in, challenging Larcher to explain.

"Stan, here is one of the men that didn't get to party with you in the
conference room a while back, so he and the others have had to make do with
the security camera tape.  Missy, you're famous in these parts, or should I
say with these parts."  He said, lifting her right breast with his left
hand briefly."

"Oh Walter, you don't suppose . . ." The guard was starting to say.

"Way ahead of you Stan my boy.  Missy, Stan's a little late for the party,
but he is the main man in keeping your hubby ignorant, so I'd think you'd
want to do him good.  By the way Stan, what were you about to say before?"
Larcher asked.

"Oh, they're back from the breakfast meeting.  They're on the third floor
right now."  The guard related.

"See Missy, Stan here, has been monitoring the situation for you, and hubby
is in the building right now.  I told you, Walter always looks out for
you." Larcher said.

"Yeah, right."  She countered in her head.  "Larcher may still force me to
let him do my rear, but I want Sam to be the last one in my vagina today.
I want to savor it like a fine meal for as long as possible."  She thought.
"I'll have to make this guy cum in my hand, hopefully, if not, with my
mouth, yuk.  Oh Sam, you're the best. Let's get this guy's pants off and
take charge."  She schemed.

So, rather than play Larcher's game and be forced to dance to his tune,
Marnie went over to the guard and started to take off his tools of the
trade, then his pants, his shirt, and underwear.  She backed him up to the
desk and sidled her body up to his, breathing on his neck, her left hand on
his shoulder, while she started to play with his cock and balls with her
right.  He was excited, nervous about being on display in front of the
others and tentative about giving Marnie complete control.

Before he was totally hard and ready, Will said,  "Come on Sam, let's go
find Eddie.  I wonder where he could be?  One of us should have been
watching him."

Larcher added, "I think I can find him if you can't.  Stan my man, enjoy.
We'll be right back."  Larcher walked passed him patting his hand a couple
of times in his shoulder paternally, as he passed by him to leave.

When Marnie was alone with the guard, she used the opportunity to ask him
some questions, while she kept up his state of arousal.

"Stan.  May I call you Stan?"  He nodded.  Now tickling just his blond
pubic hair above his penis, Marnie asked,  "Is it going to be possible to
find all of the pictures and films of me in this place and make it so my
husband never sees them?"

Marnie put her hand back on his cock as he answered, "Well, we've been
working on it for Mr. Larcher, Ma'am, and we are doing our best.  You are
becoming a legend around here.  It's going to be tuff." 

She started to tickle his balls as she asked, "What do you know about me?"

Then she started pumping his cock again as he answered,  "Well, I know you
can't get enough sex.  That's what Walter says, and that Walter helps you
out with it, that you do it for free behind your husband's back, and  . . .
um, you're very beautiful Ma'am."

Marnie went to manipulating his nipples alternately as she asked,  "Is that
what everyone around here thinks they know?"

She went back to stroking his cock as he answered, "I think it's becoming
that way among the men as they talk about you as a mystery woman.  They
aren't even sure if you actually exist.  It's making Walter very popular
around here . . .With the women, you are a mystery wife who beat the men at
their game of volleyball . . . They might fuss over you if they saw you for
a little while, because it is fresh in their minds.  Very few people have
made the connection between volleyball star and mystery woman I suspect."
The guard was encouraged to elaborate, because each time Marnie thought he
was through responding, she would take her hand off, leaving his cock to
twitch and bob, waiting for the next question to answer.

She started to rub his buns and trace a finger up and down his rear crack
as she asked,  "How many people, would you say, know about me, like whom
I'm married to and such?  You seem to."

Her hand went back to his cock and he hissed his approval before answering,
"Yes Ma'am, I do.  Basically, the closer you are to Walter, the more you
know the truth."

"The truth." Marnie tossed in skeptically.

"Yes Ma'am.  Oh that feels good . . . And, and, I figure the people in the
video know, two other night guards, Will and Sam, and Eddie will know, if
they find him.   . . .  I guess the rest know by legend only. Oh Ma'am,
please don't stop."

She just tickled the very tip of his cock head where the precum was
appearing, as she asked,  "What can you tell me about Eddie?"

"Eddie Ma'am?  Well he's large, like way over six feet.  He might be about
thirty, but he's behind upstairs, if you know what I mean.  He's kind of
slow. He's strong, does what you tell him to do, as long as you've laid it
out pretty clear for him.  We all think he is still a virgin.  What you are
going to do for him is saintly Ma'am.  Boy what you are doing for me right
now is saintly, just a little faster please."

She nearly stopped.  "Go on, please."

She picked up the pace again somewhat and he continued, with difficulty in
speaking due to his heightened arousal, "Golly Ma'am, I don't know what
else . . . .  Wait, we think he is pretty well endowed. No one knows for
sure, it's rumor only, but Walter was going to find out today and put that
mystery to rest.  I think you'll need to stop now if I'm going to cum
inside of you, Ma'am."

Marnie kept up the pace as she asked, "Tell me everything about Eddie, you
know, so I can do a better job of it."

"Well, (phew, phew,) Ma'am I don't think I'm going to be able to hold out
much longer."

"Please go on."  Marnie said, relentlessly working his cock.

"Well, you'll probably find that he is pretty shy.  It might not be as easy
as everyone thinks to get him to pop his cherry.  Ma'am, really if you
don't stop right now, . . ." The guard blew his load several feet past
Marnie to his embarrassment, and to her glee.   As he recovered he
apologized, "I'm sorry Ma'am that I couldn't control myself for you.  Maybe
you'll be able to get what you need from Eddie. I hope so.  I like you."

"You're sweet Stan."  She said, smiling and gliding her hand down the side
of his face.  "Maybe we should get ourselves dressed before the others
return."

Stan hurriedly got dressed and Marnie casually put on her blouse and skirt.
She figured Larcher would just cut the bra off, if her covering back up
annoyed him. 

The four men were returning as the guard said, "Don't worry Ma'am. I'll do
everything I can to keep this secret from your husband."

"Thank you Stan, you're wonderful."  She said appreciatively, but looking
at the four men, intent upon seeing what Eddie was like.

The fourth man was Eddie.  He stood head and shoulders above the others.
He walked behind them, like the Three Stooges leading the Hulk, Marnie
thought, non-plused by her assignment, as she understood it.  When they
were near the office, Marnie could tell that indeed, he was shy.  He stood
slouched over as if the ceiling were touching his head.

His head was more round than long.  His arms were long and powerful, as
were his shoulders.  The rest of him was contained in special order
overalls.

"Missy, I'd like you to meet Eddie.  Eddie this is Missy.  She is going to
be your date for right now.  She knows how to make you feel good and will
help you become a man today.  Would you like that?" Larcher asked.

"She's very pretty, prettier than the others."

"Others?  I thought . . ." Marnie was going to say something about his
comment but decided to keep quiet.

"Would you like to see just how pretty she really is?"  Larcher asked.

Eddie nodded eyes wide.  Marnie started to undo her skirt, when Larcher
waved her on to start taking off her clothes. 

"What do you think of those legs?"  Will asked.

"Pretty, very pretty."  Eddie responded.

Marnie went onto the blouse to reveal her large tits, and Eddie moaned his
approval as she was sliding it down her arms.

"Eddie, would you feel more comfortable taking your clothes off too?"
Larcher asked hopefully.

"I don't think so.  She'd be just like the others.  They are afraid of me
because I'm so big."

"Well you are a big man, and I could see why some women would be afraid of
you because of your size.  I'll tell you what, if you're embarrassed by
having a woman see your large body, why don't we blindfold her, while you
get undressed. Okay?"  Larcher suggested, and proceeded to fashion some
clean rags together for the purpose.

"I guess that would be all right.  Make sure she doesn't see me, though."
Eddie said concerned.

"Larcher."  Marnie said, rolling out his name to show she was annoyed.

"Relax, it will ease the tension.  Besides," he whispered in her ear, "he
doesn't look like your type anyway, right?" 

Marnie waited leaning her butt against the front of the desk imagining
Eddie's body type, as she listened to him take his clothes off.  "Will and
Sam, why don't you boys run along now while I give Eddie some pointers."

They did not go far, as they did not want to miss Eddie's deflowering. 

Larcher brought Marnie in front of Eddie.  "See these, feel them, that's
it, aren't they the best tits you've ever felt?"

"Women don't like me to touch them, they are afraid I will be too strong
with them."

"You're doing fine.  The softer you touch them the more she'll like it."
Larcher said, turning her around and bending her over to the desk. The
crotchless pantyhose created visual pointers by Marnie's strong legs spread
apart, set off by her heels, to her pussy.  "Now see here? This is where
that goes.  See you stick out there and she has a pocket for it here,
feel." 

Marnie felt relatively large fingers clumsily probing her twat. 

"Now, if you keep that up awhile, it makes her juicy and slippery so it's
easier to put that in her pocket.  You see?  That's all there is to it.
When she's slippery and you are ready, put that in there, and let nature
take its course." He said with a gentle slap to his back. "I'll be going
for awhile and let you two lovebirds do your thing. Missy, I'm counting on
you to be encouraging.  This poor guy has had nothing but rejection all his
life.  Bye." 

Larcher joined the others behind some machinery with a view.  Then Marnie
got to work on Eddie.

"So, you've never done this with a woman before."

"My size scares them away."

"Well, I like big strong men.  I won't run away."  She said, as she turned
to face him where he was seated.  She felt her way forward, straddled his
legs and put her hands on his shoulders for support. "Do you like my
breasts?  You can play with them.  It feels good when you play with them
gently.  That's it. Those big strong hands playing gently with my breasts
feel good."  She purred.

"You have nice breasts.  Nobody ever let me touch them this long before.  I
like the way they feel."  Eddie said.

"You know Eddie, I could put your thing in my mouth instead.  I can make it
slippery like the pocket and it would feel really good to you. Would you
like me to that instead?"

"Walter said to put it in here."  He said as he stood up and turned Marnie
around by her hips and bent her over so she put her hands back on the desk
for support.  He put a finger in her cunt, and it felt slippery to him.  So
with his large hands on her hips as hooks, he put the tip of his cock at
the general area of the opening.

Marnie reached up with her right hand between her legs to help guide him
in. First she encountered his balls, very hairy, and the size of large
eggs.  She played with them a second, figuring the hotter he was, the
sooner it would be over for her.  Then she encircled the head.  It was
fairly large, about three fingertips diameter, she figured.  Then she put
her hand down the shaft to find that in the span of about eight inches, his
cock went from three fingers at the head to her whole hand width at its
base.  She couldn't fathom that it could be, so she tore off the blindfold
and tried to look down between her legs, but by then, he had the tip in.
Then she tried to turn around to look at it, but he held her tight and got
a couple more inches painfully in.  The sensation spurred him on and he
tried to rut in another inch, Marnie was frantic.  He pulled out a bit to
get a running start at it and thrust in another inch.  Marnie yelled
"LARCHER!!!" at the top of her lungs.

"You said you like big men."  He thrust in slightly more.  "You said you
won't run away."  He thrust in some more.  "You were going to lie to me.
You were going to be like the others."  He was thrusting almost to the
hilt, taking maybe fifteen years of nothing but ridicule, frustration and
rejection at the hands of women out on Marnie's cunt right then. 

Eddie had no control of what he was doing in her, because he had never done
it before.  He did not realize that Marnie's torment and pain was not a
part the act.  He did not know about the build up and explosion he was
about to encounter. He finally came into Marnie forcing his shaft all the
way in to its widest mark at the opening of her cunt. He held it there in a
full body contraction not knowing what just came over him.  Marnie was
opened up like she never had been opened before, even the scene in the
movie she made.  She had pain that rivaled Brenda's childbirth, but here
the suffering was compounded with the humiliation, Eddie's fear of letting
go, and her loathing for Larcher. At Brenda's childbirth, she was stretched
this wide for less time, and the pain was overlaid by joy, pride, and
happiness.

Larcher and the others came back in.  Larcher went up to Eddie and tapped
his shoulder hard enough to get his attention.  "Eddie, its time to let go
now. You've got to ease up and let go of her.  That's it.  Now you can
slide out of her pocket and sit there and relax.  You finally did it.
Eddie, today you've become a man."  Larcher said.

Marnie had pushed all of the pictures of her on the desk forward in the
act, and was now flat out from the waist up on the desktop passed out.
"One of you go get the salts from the first aid kit."  Larcher ordered.

Sam came back with two vials.  Larcher broke one and Marnie was shocked
back to her painful reality from her unconsciousness.  She just lay there
in throbbing pain; her angry red and swollen vulva was dripping cum.
Marnie moaned in agony, not able to move.  She tried, but the effort to
pull her legs together intensified the pain.  The men stood around with
mixed emotions, because they had enjoyed watching her go through the pain,
but ached for her now that it was all over, except maybe Larcher.

Marnie fought back some tears to ask,  "Damn you Larcher!  Why?  Why do you
do this to me?"

"Missy, I can't help looking after people.  I looked after Will and Sam
here, I looked after Stan, who is helping you, I looked after Eddie, and I
looked after you."

"Yeah right.  Look at me. You may have ruined me."

"Missy, show some appreciation.  I could have told him that your pocket was
this smaller hole."  He said, guiding his index finger into her anus.

Will thought maybe some ice would help, and brought back an instant ice bag
from the kit, broke the capsule inside and kneaded the solution to make it
icy. "Here Miss, this might help."  He said, as he gingerly placed it
across her open vulva. 

Marnie gasped, hugged upper body in tight with her elbows at her side, went
on tiptoes higher than the heels already made her do, and clenched her
teeth to bear down against the insult to her body.  As time passed, it
proved to be a benefit to the swelling and in numbing the pain.  She was
able to get dressed and walk embarrassingly, in her stocking feet,
pigeon-toed, and her legs wide apart, to her car.  Fortunately, she had
almost a direct shot to the lot from the mechanical room.  It was a
tortuous drive home, but she was glad for an automatic transmission.

Marnie went upstairs and drew a bath.  As it filled she looked at herself
in the mirror.  It was painful to look at her cunt, all swollen and purple.
She tried to dip into the tub, but it hurt too much to sit in the warm
water.  She drained the tub and scrunched down under the faucet and gently
let trickles of cold water run over her cunt and down the drain.

She lay there, the water cooling her soreness thinking, "I've got to get
myself checked.  There could be some real damage.  I should call Dr.
Cunningham's office right away.  No, how can I explain how this happened?
Oh what if I were left with all of the urges and not able to release them?
What would I do then? This has got to stop.  I can't go on like this.  I've
become a slut, a whore, and I'm not even getting paid.  Roger is so close
to finding out, Brenda is beginning to feel her oats, and there is no end
in sight with Larcher.  I can't do this the rest of my life, I can't keep
this away from my family indefinitely, and I can't keep up physically with
Larcher's demands. The only two things I can do are to tell Roger and
Brenda, get a restraining order for the Larchers to keep them away from
Brenda, and risk certain dissolution of our family, or convince Larcher to
stop, yeah right.  But, then there is the third possibility of calling
Larcher's bluff, and no longer complying with his demands.  The worst case
is that he'll do what he is threatening to do to Brenda, and it would be no
different than my first option.  The best case accomplishes the goal of
convincing him to stop.  Can I live with whatever happens in between?"
Marnie debated�