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BB-6482 The Mouth Maiden 
By 
Mario S.Rivera

CHAPTER ONE

Peggy eased backward on her hands and knees, feeling the pulsating, hot prick spread the tight, muscled ring of her asshole and distend her colon as it sank deeper into her bowels. She voraciously sucked Dwight's prick as he ate her cunt from below, while Clark withdrew his cock from her ass and eased in again, even deeper this time. The tremors his foreskin set up along the inner tissues of her rectum caused strangely pleasant thrills and flashes of stabbing heat alternately to take over her belly.

Mad with passion, Peggy drove her face upon Dwight's prick with such forceful abandon the head of the throbbing thing hurt the back of her throat and made her gag. Dwight, insane with ecstasy, sank his teeth into the tender lips of her plump cunt, and Peggy could not suppress a muffled scream of pain even as his prick filled her mouth. It was a delightful pain: sharp but erotically pleasant.

Peggy heard the watching virgin gasp, then whimper a puppy-dog sound of fright. Peggy glanced sidelong at Cora Sherwood's frightened face and felt a deep throb of sensual power.

Holding a tight vacuum suck on the head of Dwight's prick, thrilling at how his groan of pleasure reverberated right up into her very cunt, Peggy knew that sooner or later she was going to turn on virgin Cora, just as her own mother had turned her on! Sucking! Being sucked! Fucking! Being fucked! And feeling a good solid prick hotly up her ass in the bargain!

Just as it had happened to her mother, plain fucking had ceased to be the total pleasure it once was when Peggy crossed her twenty-ninth birthday. Oh, sure, she'd had the mouth of her cunt surgically made tighter, just as Mama had had done to herself. After all, when a woman earns part of her living enticing men to shove their pricks into her cunt, the illusion of snug hot flesh has to be there. But there was no known surgery that could make the inside of a woman's overly used, enlarged cunt snug enough, after turning a few hundred tricks, so that she could recapture the pleasure of feeling a man's throbbing, hot meat on all sides of its inner walls at the same time.

Feeling Dwight's cock twitch and pulsate its signals of impending ejaculation, Peggy went wild with anticipated delight of the hot, thick sperm smacking the back of her throat. "Damn you, Dwight!" Peggy shrieked with his prick shooting gobs of come into her mouth. "Don't you dare stop sucking! I ain't comin' yet!"

"Damn it!" Clark bellowed as he stabbed his oozing prick into her asshole with furious rapidity. "Damn it, Peg! Oh you witch, you're still so fuckin' tight!"

Sardonically, Peggy was grateful that some man could still say that about any part of her. She settled for trying to swallow what she could of Dwight's orgasm and sensually savoring the feeling of the rest of it oozing out the sides of her mouth and spilling warmly down her chin. Feeling Clark's cock spurt its last and begin to withdraw from her bowels, Peggy desperately reached behind and grasped his balls in her frenetic fingers. "Stay in!" she commanded with a muffled shriek, "till I get to come!"

Clark's arms went around her waist as he pulled her ass tightly against his matted groin. Peggy felt the great trembling of her total being which heralded her own orgasm as it began. "Oh shit, oh dear!" she cried out with ecstasy. "Oh, beautiful shit, oh dear, I'm comin'!"

Peggy reared up so violently from her hands-and-knees posture, she felt sure Clark's prick was tearing out her asshole as it bent and popped out like a tight, long cork, but she didn't care. Even this new pain was part of her passionate pleasure. She heard Dwight's muffled protests about not being able to breathe as she sat straight upon hi3 face and churned her hot, juicy cunt on his smothered mouth and nostrils.

Peggy screamed as quake after quake wracked her body with multiple orgasms in one continuous string. Suddenly weakened, she fell forward along Dwight's torso and lay panting for breath. Finally, when the triphammer beat in her breast subsided, Peggy looked steadily at Cora Sherwood and smiled weakly as if to say, "See what I mean, kid?"

Cora couldn't take her eyes from the scene which confronted her. Two men and Peggy! Peggy, the woman she had learned to trust and love as she would have loved and trusted her own mother, if she had ever had the privilege of having known her mother. Peggy on her hands and knees! Dwight flat on his back beneath Peggy with his head between her knees! Clark on his knees behind Peggy!

It had been so sudden, this change in Peggy! Cora was confused, even repulsed and disgusted, yet with a warmth in her virgin cunt she could not fathom. A crawly, twitchy pleasure down there which felt frighteningly good. Frighteningly because Cora felt, even against her will, that someday ... oh God! she thought, someday a man's going to ... going to blow me intimately. Men, more than one, like Peggy right now! Maybe lots of men! Nearly every foster father in the several foster homes I've ever been placed in ... well, at least since I was twelve and buds started swelling on my chest... nearly all of them had touched me somehow.

Those that didn't touch ... well, they might as well have the way they looked at me sometimes when we were alone and my foster mothers were off somewhere else.

Cora felt as exhausted as if she had been in Peggy's place with Clark and Dwight. She wanted to look away when she saw Peggy take Dwight's shrivelling manhood between her fingers and milk out the last drops of cream. But Cora couldn't avert her eyes from Peggy's steady gaze ... a holding, hypnotic gaze that kept Cora's eyes on Peggy as Peggy's tongue slowly snaked out from between her passion-puffed red lips and curled its tip to cup Dwight's last few drops of man-juice.

Peggy lazily beckoned Cora with weak little motions of her free hand. Helpless to resist, Cora felt her feet obey the silent command as they somehow shuffled toward the big bed. Peggy's weakly beckoning hand turned suddenly into a jabbing claw as it struck out snakelike to grasp the wealth of blonde hair on the back of Cora's head. Releasing Dwight's newly firming prick from between her lips with a wetly sounding sucking noise, Peggy pulled Cora's face to within inches of the head of Dwight's firming manhood.

"No!" Cora cried out as she tried to pull away. But Peggy's grip was relentless with purpose.

"Taste cock," Peggy said huskily. "Just one lick, kid."

"Uh uh! No! No!" Cora whimpered.

"You could have got away," Peggy said meaningfully. "My grip ain't all that strong. Right?"

The words brought on a tremendously flushing feeling of guilt in Cora. Her mixed emotions seemed to sear her very soul with accusation: Peggy could be right, you know. Maybe the time Skippy did that to you ... maybe it wasn't that you were afraid to let him know you were awake. Maybe it was you wanted to taste his wee-wee awhile longer ... ?

"Oh, no, really," Cora blurted in a whisper. Her memory flashed back to Skippy's house. He was about fifteen then, and it was the fourth foster home she'd been placed in. Skippy's parents on that particular night had gone to see a late movie at a downtown theater, an adult picture they hadn't wanted to take Skippy or Cora to see.

Cora pictured the cozy attic bedroom which had been allotted to her. She'd been fast asleep. She hadn't heard Skippy sneak up from his bedroom on the lower floor of the house. Suddenly, she had felt something tickling her lips. Something soft, hot, and round. Cora had awakened without being really fully awake ... a state in waking up when one's eyes are still closed and partial deep sleep is still in effect. The soft round thing parted her lips, traversed along her rows of even teeth. It tickled one corner of her mouth. Then softly, hotly back along her lips to the other corner.

Oh dear, Cora thought, I knew what it was then. I knew it was the end of Skippy's ... his ... his wee-wee. Why didn't I just yell at him? Not play asleep, but wake up and holler? Was it I was scared he'd hit me, or ... or ... did I want... ?

Skippy, his impulsive sneaky little flare-up over with ... maybe afraid I'd wake up, or tell his folks? My hand sticking out of the covers. Him laying his weewee in it. It feeling kind of alive with its own heartbeat! Hot! Strong! Firm! My fingers almost closing around it as I pretended sleep. A warm, sticky little drop left in my hand when Skip stole away back to his room.

"Oh, how awful," Cora moaned aloud. "I licked my hand .. ."

"That's it, baby." It was Peggy's voice that erased Cora's flashback to the flavor of Skippy's pre-come ooze. The same taste as the ooze she now tasted ... her lips gingerly upon the tip of Dwight's prick.

Cora ran from the bedroom in a panic. She raced along the outside balcony and pounded upon the door at the head of the stairs. It swung open abruptly.

"Damn, Cora," a voice said. "You scared me to death!"

"I can't stay with Peggy tonight!" Cora said as she flung herself against the bearded, long-haired man.

"Oh, hell, kid," the man soothed. "I wanted to clue you in about Peg. I mean like, well, you diggin' her like a mama image or something. When I saw she invited her regulars up, Dwight and what's his name ... well, honey, I just knew you were in for a rude awakening. That's Peggy for you. The apartment house good-time Nelly."

"Can't you put me up?" Cora asked hopefully. "I don't think Peggy's in shape to drive me home. The couch, a chair. I'll bunk anywhere."

"Hey, baby! Alone in a man's pad overnight? That's how cunts like Peg get started. Ask her about it. How her own mother pushed her right into it."

"You wouldn't.. . uh .. . molest me, would you?" Cora asked. "I mean just one night."

"You takes your chances," he replied with an extraordinarily disarming smile.

"I trust you, Daryl," Cora said candidly.

Even Daryl's beard bristled as he watched her walk into his apartment, bristled almost as much as the hard-on he was beginning to realize. .

CHAPTER TWO

Her head still buzzing from the two Margarita cocktails Daryl had mixed for her, Cora somehow found her way to his bed. If she'd been sober it would have presented no problem; the bed was in the same room they had been sitting in. It was a combination living room-bedroom single apartment with a small kitchen, hall closet, and bath off to one side.

"You loaded 'em," Cora said faintly. "Never could handle more'n one glass of wine. But that tequila stuff... Ooooohh, my poor bursting head." Cora moaned, and fell asleep.

"Ungrateful cunt!" Daryl exclaimed with frustrated disgust. He remembered Peggy having come over one night long ago. Just like Cora, Daryl recalled, Peggy had come over because she'd had nowhere else to go, or rather, no means to go shack with one of the many men she was in the habit of visiting late nights. Her car was in the shop getting the brakes repaired. Peggy's mother that particular night had had an important client, a fifty-dollar trick. At Mama Ginia's age, fifty-dollar trysts were hard to come by, and she'd wanted her daughter Peggy out of the apartment so the fifty-buck client could have privacy for his fuck and blow-job from the old whore.

Unlike Cora this night, Peggy had not come to Daryl's pad just to get a night's lodgings. She'd made no bones about her clit being maddeningly horny... as Peggy'd said, she was about to climb walls. Daryl had known what a compulsive cocksucker Peggy was and how much she dug good solid cock meat up her ass. And that's what had happened. Peg had sucked him bone dry, and continued sucking until he could muster enough of a hard-on to get his cock up her ass with the assist of a gob of cold cream.

Having his prick so professionally sucked, and having it sheathed in the tissues of Peggy's hot, tight rectum, had been quite wonderful to Daryl that first trick with her. He had wanted to feel his prick sliding into good old hot, moist pussy, too, but Peggy was so much against it that if Daryl hadn't known what a whore Peggy was he'd have thought she was some virgin who sucked and tailgated to keep her cherry intact and avoid pregnancy. Since that first night Peg had been a frequent late-hour visitor, except when Geraldine was shacked up with him.

"Bitch!" Daryl growled to the sleeping virgin Cora. "I want cunt for a change. That fuckin' lesbian, Geraldine ... suck and be sucked! That's all she knows! And that tramp, Peggy, suck and be assholed."

Kneeling alongside the bed, Daryl raised Cora's miniskirt as she slept deeply and helplessly upon his mattress. He inched her cotton panties cautiously down her young plump thighs. Successfully removing Cora's panties from her body without arousing her from her deep sleep, Daryl squirted lubricant on the palm of his hand and stroked his erection to its maximum hardness. Cora was so out of it from the double Margarita he'd mixed for her that she didn't even stir in her sleep when he carefully spread her naked thighs and elevated them so her cunt was totally vulnerable to his intended penetration.

Kneeling in the spread of her thighs, Daryl rubbed the head of his lotion-slicked cock into the valley of the soft, plump lips of Cora's sweet cunt. The opening of Cora's cunt was so little-girl-tight, Daryl mercifully injected a squirt of the creamy slick lotion into the mouth of her cunt. Placing the head of his cock in the slight saucer at the opening of her cunt, Daryl pressed in ever so gently.

"Jesus!" he whispered hoarsely as he felt, with the throbbing head of his cock, how easily Cora's cunt yielded and parted to allow the plumlike fleshy wedge to enter.

To his amazement, Cora continued to sleep, even after he'd managed to push the whole of the head of his prick into her sweetly soft, hot cunt. Feeling the lips of Cora's cunt close in snugly around the indented ridge behind the fleshy flange of the head of his prick, Daryl shuddered and groaned with ecstatic delight.

He pulled out and again shuddered as her tight, hot opening closed over the rounded tip of his prick. Unable to control himself, Daryl slipped only the head of his prick in and out of Cora's hot cuntal opening with increasingly rapid thrusts.

"Pig!" Cora screamed suddenly as she was shocked to sudden wakefulness by the shallow thrusts of his rock-hard pecker inside of her preciously virginal vulva. "You dirty, smelly pig!"

Cora struggled heroically to push him away, roll out from under him, arch her cunt away from his shallow penetration, but Daryl's lust had triggered his entire being to holding her helplessly static with the grip of his hands upon her shoulders and the weight of his heavy thighs upon her delicate ones.

"I'm ... I'm . .. I'm a virgin!" Cora pleaded.

"Shoulda thought of that before you came to a man's room alone," Daryl said hoarsely, "and let him prime you with booze. You fuckin' broads, you just don't get smart ever. What you think a man wants when you want to sleep in his pad?

"Please," Cora begged. "It wasn't what I wanted. Just a place till Peg gets through with her ... her Dwight and Clark! Honest to God, Daryl! That was all!"

Daryl could swear that he was holding perfectly still, but he felt his pulsating, hard, hot prick pushing farther into Cora's tight, little cunt. Guessing his cock was half engulfed in Cora's hot depths, Daryl trembled from the feeling of power it instilled in him. She was completely helpless beneath him!

"No! No!, Daryl!" Cora shrieked as the unyielding head of his solid cock pressed up against the precious hymen membrane of her wall of virginity. "Oh, for the love of God, Daryl! Daryl, don't be a... a... a beast! My purse ... there's ten dollars in it! It's yours! Please don't do this ... this sinful thing to me!"

"Honey! Honey! Honey!" Daryl cried out with passion. "There could be a hair trigger shotgun at my head! A million-dollar bribe! The F.B.I, standing right alongside! And a sure life sentence or gas chamber rap staring me in the face! Honey! Honey! Honey! Don't you know a stiff prick knows no conscience once it's in? Don't give a fuck about consequences? Can't be stopped! Stopped like this ..."

Cora's throat ripped out a scream of frightened and pained anguish as Daryl's prick plunged against the resilient membrane of her virginity. "Somebody!" she cried out. "Anybody, help me!"

Withdrawing, after his prick was stopped by the thick, rubbery membrane inside her virginal cunt, Daryl eased his cock slowly into Cora's hotly twitching twat until the searing head of it barely touched the protectively stubborn hymen. Shuddering deliciously, he withdrew his prick slowly, then slid it lazily back in until it gently touched Cora's wall of virginity.

He eased out again, very gently, then in, out, in, setting up a slowly rhythmic, easy, slick, cadence of gentle penetration and withdrawal.

"You're silent," he panted hoarsely as his passion heightened while he fought for control, roughly and animalistically stabbing his full length into her tiny, sweet cunt.

"Ohhhh," Cora moaned. Moaned, Daryl hoped, with some slight erotic stirrings of first sensual pleasure.

"Are you liking it yet?" he asked in a voice husky with desire and passionate need.

"I don't know," Cora groaned from deep down. "Slow like this, I'm not so scared you'll hurt. It must be what Peggy meant when she said her mother's boyfriend, Stanley, got her cherry."

"Shall I stop?" Daryl asked, with no notion of ever stopping the mad pleasure of this leisurely fucking.

"I don't think I want you to ..." she answered shyly.

The sudden explosive gush of Daryl's orgasm caught him by surprise. Cora felt the seemingly scalding flood of Daryl's ejaculation. Her head reeled dizzily and her body seemed to burst into flame.

"Come with me!" Daryl bellowed with urgency.

"I don't know how!" Cora cried out. "But it feels so ... so strange ... so good to have your ... your sweet cream shoot in my... womanhood. God, Daryl! I'm a woman practically overnight!"

"Suck her!" exploded the harsh, coarse voice of the woman standing at the foot of the bed.

"Peggy!" Cora cried out with a feeling of flushed mortification.

"Cunt!" Daryl yelled at Peggy. "How'd you get in?"

"Next time," Peggy laughed lewdly, "you get a stiff prick, lock your door!"

"Peggy, I'm sorry," was all Cora could think to say with Daryl's gradually wilting cock still impaling her sweet little cunt.

"No blood," Peggy said, coldly matter of fact. "Guess he didn't cop your cherry, kid."

"No," Cora said, dazed with humiliation. "It was like how you said your mom's boyfriend did it to you. Awful gentle."

"You really didn't come like you said?" Peggy asked coldly.

"I guess not," Cora replied with shame.

"Suck her then, Daryl!" Peggy ordered. "Her first time a girl shouldn't be left without comin'. It could mark her for life, like all the pleasure's the man's and she's only a hole fucked without any feeling for herself. It frigids some broads."

"Suck her cunt!" Daryl exploded as he rolled away from his union with Cora. "With her cunt fulla come?"

"It's your come," Peggy said coarsely.

"It's come," Daryl shot back, "no matter whose. I'm no gook-gobbling fairy."

"Oh, no?" Peggy said meaningfully. "Even those nights you shacked up with muscle man Jarvy when Jeri was away?"

"Go fuck yourself, you cunt!" Daryl spat out as his face flushed crimson.

"Kid," Peggy said to Cora as she deliberately ignored Daryl. "If I have to eat you myself, you're going to know what it is to come on your first time around ..."

"You butch bitch!" Daryl exclaimed as he sprang off the bed. "I knew Jeri wanted me to sleep out in my camper for other reasons than to have her privacy to paint ... !"

"Geraldine and I," Peggy shot back as she knelt beside the bed and pulled Cora's legs up over her shoulders, "are just good girlfriends!"

"Yeah! Yeah!" Daryl exploded. "That's why she couldn't come with me after any of the nights you stayed together!"

But Peggy was oblivious to Daryl's beginning tirade. She was already beginning to search out the most erogenous zones in Cora's sweet, young, plump cunt with her tongue. And Cora suddenly was oblivious that any part of the world existed, except that very concentrated hot spot where Peggy's experienced tongue made contact within the lips of her own suddenly hungry cunt.

CHAPTER THREE

Peggy's expert tongue discovered three points within the lips of Cora's sweet cunt that, when licked, sent delicious shudders throughout her tender young body and elicited deep moans of longing and expectation from Cora's soft, lush breast.

Remembering her first completed lesbian experience, Peggy recalled Sylvia, the bull-dyke, and Sylvias "wife" Rea's credo about turning on a sweet young cunt to sucking for the first time. "Take your time," they'd said in effect. "Tease her insane. That way, when you finally lay your tongue on her clit and suck an inch of it into your mouth, she'll go out of her fucking head. Then's when you shove your thumb up her asshole. Christ, no telling what'll happen next, except it'll be nothing but great. Really great!"

That had been when Peggy and her half-sister Emily had visited the lesbian couple's pad for the first time. They'd all worked together at the Edison Boulevard Country Club as waitresses, then later at Alfredo's Seafood Lounge where familiarity over an extended period of time as fellow employees had given the lesbian couple the chance to sound out Peggy and her half-sister about their feelings regarding lesbian love. After working the late shifts as waitresses, there were the inevitable few drinks at the company bar ... enough drinks to let down Peggy's inhibitions and amplify her naturally erotic curiosity enough to talk Emily into a daring visit to the known lesbians' pad on the pretext of joining them for a late snack. The snacks, as it turned out, were comprised of each other's cunt.

Reflecting upon Sylvia and Bea's advice, Peggy told herself, Take your time, as she slid her tongue up into the plump crease between Cora's tender thighs and hot groin. Tonguing the delicate golden strawlike fringe of crisp hair there, Peggy made her tongue into a broad, fleshy, spadelike scoop and licked fast, small circles all over Cora's sensitively twitching belly.

Feeling Cora's delicious twitching, Peggy dragged her voluptuously puffed wet lower lip up along Cora's pulsating pink flesh and executed hot, wet, long licks with her tongue in the fragrantly tender juncture where Cora's ripe, lush breasts joined her upper midriff. It was exactly the way Sylvia had turned Peggy on, and Peggy couldn't help shuddering when she vividly recalled how Bea, at the same time, licked into the crease of her voluptuous ass while Sylvia continued to suck on her tits.

Sucking along Cora's clavicles with traverse motions of her passion-puffed, hot, wet lips, Peggy laid her mouth into the pulsating hollow of Cora's throat and licked the little saucer of flesh there until Cora began to gasp. Peggy fingerfucked Cora's moist young cunt all the while, just as Sylvia had fingerfucked her cunt all the while she sucked her tits and Bea licked her ass.

"Oh, Mother!" Cora gasped with anxious hunger. "What ... just what are you ... God, Peggy, what wonderful thing are you ... you ... doing to me?"

Peggy smothered Cora's outcry by planting a big wet kiss upon Cora's ripe, full lips. Peggy's tongue probed and searched behind and around Cora's even white teeth.

Sucking Cora's tongue deep into her mouth, Peggy caressed Cora's breasts with her hands, then squeezed them roughly. Peggy was remembering the first time her other half-sister, May, had turned her on to a little lesbianic foreplay by caressing her breasts, then squeezing them til they hurt. It had hurt because Peggy had been only thirteen then and her breasts were just beginning to blossom into early womanhood. May had licked, kissed, and sucked them, and turned away in bed, crying.

May had been a horny kid at fifteen. She'd gotten knocked up the next year when she was still in high school. It turned out her little boy was retarded, which probably, Peggy often thought, was one of the reasons May was so odd. Plus there were insistent rumors from a particularly hateful aunt that there had been some inbreeding between Mama Ginia and one of her stud first cousins .. . maybe, just perhaps May was the offspring of such incestuous carrying on. Then there was a half-brother of Mama Ginia's who family rumor hinted might have sired half-sister Emily, or maybe May, or both.

Mama Ginia had married Peggy's father, before Peggy was born, because Mama Ginia had become pregnant out of wedlock and required a husband to prevent the possibility of soiling the family name. Peggy, a good deal of the time, was sure of who her father was. But there were times of doubt, when

Peggy became depressed, that perhaps she really did not know who her father was. Ginia had always been quite a swinger, and that didn't stop when her husband was away on his frequent trips. Ginia's pride and joy, and perhaps ambiguous psychological need, was to have as many men on the string as she could handle.

Later, when Mama Ginia began to show crow's feet and lose her confidence, she used the promise of Peggy's tender young body to hang on to her stable of studs. In order to keep Stanley interested, hadn't Mama Ginia literally given teen Peggy's cunt, mouth and asshole to Stanley as a package deal to keep him coming back to Peg and therefore to herself as well? Mama Ginia couldn't stand to lose even one of her many secret studs. So it was that she built up a terrific hate for Peggy when Peggy took on Stanley as her own boyfriend. But it all turned out well between mother and daughter when they again shared Stanley between them because of the good money he was making. They even rolled him at regular intervals when he got falling-down drunk and stashed his money in his bedroom, where he was sure it was safe.

Fingerfucking Cora's sweet cunt, Peggy remembered the very first time May stuck her finger in her cunt and asked Peggy if it felt awfully good. It had, and after that Peggy seldom missed a day without finger-fucking herself to some greater or lesser degree. It was Peggy herself who first introduced half-sister Emily to the delights of fingerfucking and masturbation. Fingers, carrots, bananas, pens, pencils, and other phallic objects were not ignored in the pursuit of the sisters' sensual pleasures.

"Oh, my darling!" Cora cried out. "Oh, my God! What ... what! What! What! What, Peggy, are you . .. you ... ? You're kissing my ...! Licking it...! O, sweet! Don't ever, ever, ever stop!"

Realizing through her automatic lesbian reflexes that she had kissed, licked and sucked her way clean down Cora's lushly succulent torso, Peggy found herself to be stabbing as deeply into Cora's sweet cunt as was humanly possible. Peggy nearly sobbed with regret that tongues were not long enough to penetrate as deeply into cunts as pricks could ... good stiff ones like the first time Stanley had stabbed into her own then-virgin cunt.

Stanley hadn't been the first to get his prick into Peggy's cunt. There'd been Wilbur, the bashful schoolteacher, when she'd been fourteen. Wilbur's mother had been an invalid. For wages and keep, Peggy had gone to live and care for her. When Wilbur's mother died, Peggy had simply not bothered to move back home with Mama Ginia.

Mama Ginia was so engrossed with her shack-up job of the moment, since Peggy's father had already split the scene, she hadn't wanted Peggy in the way, and had not even suggested to her young daughter that it was immoral for a teen girl to live alone with an adult male, shy though he may have been.

Inevitably, Peggy had crawled into bed with Wilbur one night after his mother had been buried a couple of weeks. Peggy could never remember, or care, quite how it happened, whether it was Wilbur's urging or her own idea. Peggy had begun her teenage sensual life as an amoral girl, so it never mattered to her either way. At eleven years of age her own natural father, as she knew him to be, had cuddled her in bed one afternoon when Mama Ginia was off on one of her compulsive conquests of some stud younger than herself. He hadn't attempted to sexually assault his daughter Peggy, but he had placed her little fist around his prick. Peggy never forgot her erotically mixed emotions when she had felt her father's prick grow hotter, longer and thicker in her little hand. From then on they could hardly wait until Mama Ginia left them alone so they could play their little game of Papa's Pecker in Daughter's Hand.

The first ultimate ecstasy came for Peggy when her father, drunk on wine and beer, moved her head down along his belly to let her decide for herself whether to do the obvious thing he longed for. Peggy did without being forced to. Peggy put her hot, passion-puffed lips around that portion of her father's hot cock which protruded from above her little fist. She sucked it like a lollipop until a small spurt of strange, thickly pungent cream squirted into her mouth.

Peggy's father pinched his prick before the whole wad of his come shot into his daughter's mouth. He broke into pathetic sobs then. It was the last time he let her come to bed with him.

Peggy was just beginning to recall her next physical contact with a man's prick when Cora shrieked to high heaven, "Peggy! Peggy, I think ... oh, God, I think I'm finally going to find out how it feels to ... to ... to ... come!"

Animalistically aroused, Peggy fantasized about another hot lesbian experience with Jane Pade, another waitress at Alfredo's. Jane had a particularly long tongue, the longest of all the other girls and men who had reciprocally sucked Peggy's cunt.

"Jane! Jane!" Peggy cried out. "I'm going in Cora's cunt as deep as your tongue in me!"

So inspired was Peggy by the erotic memory of Jane's deeply relentless lingual probes that she stabbed her tongue and licked deeper into Cora's cunt than she had been able to do to any other girl she'd ever sucked. Feeling Cora hump, grind and shudder, Peggy alternately bit, sucked, and tongued at the three erogenous zones she had felt out in Cora's cunt, that responsive part inside the lips near her asshole, the sensitive place just inside the upper part of Cora's cunt, then a little deeper inside on the left wall of flaming inner tissue about an inch from the opening.

Feeling his rough hands on her hips, Peggy realized she had forgotten Daryl's presence. She realized suddenly that Daryl was kneeling upon the floor behind her. His well-greased prick easily slid up into her asshole which had been already very well-dilated by Clark and Dwight just a short time earlier.

In, in, in, Daryl's cock went deeper into Peggy's bowels.

In, in, in, Peggy's tongue went deeper into Cora's cunt.

"Oh, heaven!" Cora shrieked with enormous pleasure. "Is that what... what coming... coming is?"

Peggy tasted the flow of Cora's sweetly hot lubricating juices and felt the blood wash down her chin, neck, breasts and run down her belly. The tender young first-timer was really loaded with cuntal juices all stored up for this first sweet suck-off. Peggy rammed her hips rearward to gain the full length of Daryl's prick in her asshole while she thrilled at actually drinking copious quantities of Cora's deliciously heady bodily juices.

Through her experience with many, many men, Peggy knew that Daryl's ejaculation, if he could come at all after so recently shooting his wad into Cora's cunt, would not be anywhere near as massive. Although Peggy loved the powerful smack of men's come into the back of her throat and up her ass, it didn't matter about power now. Not now while Cora was going so frantically out of her fucking mind with mad ecstasy.

Now! Peggy told herself. Now to really finish off this baby-fat, sweet, tender, young cunt in a way she'll be climbing walls every time she remembers me being the first to make her come! Peggy licked deeply and solidly with her broad tongue from Cora Sherwood's asshole up into her cunt! Across the apex of her plump cuntal lips! Onto her clitoris!

Peggy bit Cora's clitoris, feeling it stand up hard and pulse as though it was a sub-miniature prick. Cora cried out with the ecstatic torture of the sudden pain. Peggy made a powerful vacuum in her mouth that seemed to suck up inches of Cora's hot, hard clitoris.

Sticking her thumb deeply into Cora's virgin cunt to lubricate it, Peggy became excited remembering how she and Emily fingerfucked each other when they were girls .. . how they rubbed their cunts together as little girls to try to get the feeling of how it was to fuck the way. She recalled that Mama Ginia had been fucking some guy or other just beyond a curtained archway, and that it had been a wonderfully new experience rubbing cunts with half-sister Emily then.

Sucking Cora's clitoris farther into the inexorable vacuum in her mouth, Peggy wildly increased the hectic tempo of her thumb thrusts into Cora's sweet cunt while Daryl tried his best to keep his semi-rigid prick working at the identical frantic pace inside Peggy's asshole. With sudden savagery, Peggy rammed her lubricated thumb brutally into Cora's asshole and literally chewed up Cora's clitoris as she continued to suck it up into the strong vacuum in her mouth.

"Goddamn it!" Cora shrieked. "Goddamn it, you're killing me!"

"You love it!" Peggy growled in a muffled voice. "Love it! Love it! Love it!"

"Yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Love it!" Cora cried out with pleasured agony. "Tear out my asshole! I don't care! Suck! Just keep.. .! Oh, my God, don't, Peggy! Stop! Please stop! I can't stand any more! My brain! It's bursting! My heart! I'll die if you don't stop!"

Peggy pulled her mouth away from Cora's cunt with a loud suck. Then she placed her open mouth gently against Cora's dripping cunt to leisurely sip the last of her thin, sweet honey while she reached behind to cup Daryl's ass with her hand to keep his limber prick stuck comfortingly up inside her asshole.

"Let's just stay like this, kids," Peggy sighed. "Just safe and lazy forever ... that's all I ever wanted from Mama. From my daddies ... Wilbur ... Stanley ... Brod ... Charlie. Anybody who'd love me. My cunt. My asshole. Oh, wow, it's been just one big sucking-fucking-assholing trip. A bummer sometimes. Damn, kids, I'm so tired trying to keep up with Mama... what she expected of me .. . I'm going to crash, kids. Crash! Please help me somehow, any way you can ... lie here like this, safe, lazy forever ..."

Peggy knew she was running off at the mouth. It wasn't like her. She'd picked up whores' ways ... keeping everything inside as if afraid she would let something slip that would incriminate her in the light of society. The whore's way: secretive ... lying ... evasive .. . deceptive ...

"Help me, kids," Peggy blurted out against her will. "Please call Charlie ... black book in my purse ... in my pad ..."

Peggy felt at wit's end, and she knew Charlie was the last person on earth she should see, talk to. She loved him, but, in her whore's way, had to make herself hate him. Hate him with savage passion because he was the only man she was not whore-actress enough to fool. He saw right through her, had caught her in every one of her lies she told so convincingly.

"Kids," Peggy pleaded, "call Charlie. Even if he kills me, and he's got good reason to, tell him I got to see him ..."

CHAPTER FOUR

Charlie Kray stirred in bed and opened one eye. He glanced at the electric clock on the bookshelf which stood across from the foot of the bed. He mumbled, "Hell, it's barely dawn."

The nerves in the back of his neck felt like crawling things, and he wondered at the strange electric feeling that seemed to make the hairs at the base of his skull stand up like stiff little bristles. He had always felt gifted with a psychic sense about impending things and events which bordered on tragedy or disaster.

Reaching behind him, he felt the marvelously voluptuous naked female ass. He asked, "You all right, Peggy?"

He couldn't turn over in bed to see her. He was too close to the edge of the bed, and she was curled snugly up to his back. Charlie felt her wonderfully firm, full breasts flattened against the blades of his shoulders. He slid his hand between his ass and her groin and felt the curly crisp of the hairs which covered her sweet cunt. Easing his finger into her cunt, he felt its snug, dry depths.

"Peg," he asked, "are you ... ?" But his query regarding her well-being was cut off suddenly as his finger pressed deeper into the hot, tight cunt It couldn't be Peggy, he realized. Peggy's cunt, since he had first been to bed with her, had been like a mammoth cave of flesh and tissue, and it was never dry. Peggy had always fidgeted with her cunt or done things with her thighs that kept her perpetually horny, and therefore her cunt was always dripping wet.

Shaking the sleepy fog and confusing cobwebs from his mind, Charlie tried to remember how many months had gone by since he and Peggy had separated ... or rather since she had gone into hiding with that Allan Hyman prick and Will Broderick, taking turns with each of them because of the influence her mother Ginia exerted on Peggy's susceptible mind.

That's not Peg's asshole either, he told himself as his fingers pressed into the softly yielding rectum belonging to the girl who curled so tightly against his body from behind.

"You son of a bitch," the girl's throaty voice said softly. "Don't call me by that whore's name again. Call me cunt, bitch, whore, cocksucker! Anything clean like that! But not that filthy name Peggy!"

"I was just trying to tease," Charlie lied.

"You asshole," she retorted. "I'll bet three to one you don't even know who you're in bed with."

"Sure I do," he lied again.

He groaned with pleasure as he felt her little hand grasp his prick and frig it to further enhance his usual morning piss hard-on.

"Who am I?" she teased as she pressed the little finger of her free hand into his asshole.

"Ooooohhhh, wow!" he gasped. "That's a new sensation I love."

"Love it?"

"Yes," he moaned appreciatively. "Never been jerked and rear-ended at the same time before! Love it! Love it, sweets!"

"So, who am I, motherfucker?" she goaded as she stroked the length of his pulsating, stiff cock and kneaded his balls.

Her finger in his asshole felt wet as she increased the tempo of its thrusts and the snug massaging of his prick. His mind, clouded with passion and a hangover, raced to the events of the night before; who had he wound up with to take to bed with him?

There were eight bottomless dancers working the Candy Ass Room where he was employed as manager. There were six topless waitresses.

The voice of the girl who was now in his bed was husky from sleep and possibly from drinking as much as he had drunk. So the sound of it offered no clue as to her identity. But it ruled out his boss, Trisha. Trisha had a much older voice. And too, he thought as he vigorously fingerfucked the now mildly moist, tight cunt, Trish's cunt is a little bigger than this sweet thing's.

Since one or the other of the girls he managed at work drove him home after closing time .. . well, if Charlie could just get a look at the car parked in the carport just outside his bedroom window ... But Charlie, as the girl's hands aroused him toward unbearably pleasurable passion, felt not the slightest inclination to remove himself from her so wonderfully erotic ministerings to his manhood.

Sucking on the back of his neck, she said, "You tried to fuck me last night, sweet man, but you were too fuckin' stoned."

"Oh, boy!" he exclaimed with humiliation flushing his being. "Oh, boy!"

"You'll know me, lover," she teased, "once this magnificent pee hard-on eases into my sweet pussy."

She reached across him to turn off the bedside night light he always left on ever since he slipped on a pillow that he'd left on the floor by his bed and almost cracked his skull open on the corner of the bedside table. But it had been worth it. That pillow had been put on the floor then so his bedroom guest could sit on it. His bedroom guest, Willa, who let him stand before her and stick his stiff prick into her mouth ... he had used her face like a cunt with his cock, and with his hands had handled her head like it was her sweet ass.

"Your prick's twitching," the girl behind him said. "What are you thinking about? Some delicious cunt you poked?"

As he sprang to the floor and grasped her legs, Charlie regretted that the room was too dark to see anything in. A great part of his erotic pleasure was to see his partner's cunt, breasts, nakedness, and especially her face twisted, flushed, and contorted with animal lust.

Pulling her legs over the edge of the bed, Charlie spread them roughly and braced his feet on the floor as he lifted her hips to plunge his throbbing, hard prick into her cunt.

"Oh, no you don't, animal!" she cried out. "Not'll I have my hors d'oeuvres!"

Delighted with her fierce attack, Charlie let her guide him with her hands on his prick and balls. She had lunged forward in the darkness, and sat up enough to take the head of his rock-hard cock into her sweetly, soft hot mouth.

"Wow!" Charlie cried out with ecstasy. She clamped her lips tightly around the pulsating head of Charlie's prick. It was the first time she'd had the chance to suck it. He had always had a thing about only wanting to fuck her cunt.

She felt the wedged tip of the living, hot muscle of Charlie's manhood separating the tight pucker of her lips, and her lips spread when the flange of his cock pressed into her mouth. When her lips snapped into the indentation behind the head of his solidly hard prick like a tight elastic band, she felt a few hot drops ooze from the moist depths of her cunt. She felt the length of his prick slide slowly past her tightly clamped, hot, moist lips, and into her mouth. She pressed her hands against his groin to halt the penetration of his cock when it was halfway into her eager, cock-hungry head.

She wanted to give Charlie the most pleasure she could possibly impart to him. Not only because he had been someone very special in her life, but also because giving him excruciating pleasure gave her erotically womanly senses equal pleasure.

With his prick stopped halfway into her mouth, she pressed the head of it up against her palate with her tongue.

"Oh, my ... my ... my gosh!" Charlie cried out as he felt her tongue pressing the head of his prick snug up against the roof of her mouth. He had never before realized how spongy and hotly soft a palate was.

"Arrrrrggh!" he then cried out. "It's ... it's ... it's ... oh, damn, it's like the soft wall of a cunt!"

His knees trembled when her soft tongue rapidly but firmly pressed, worked, and flicked against the super-sensitive flesh on the underside of the head of his prick where it joined the muscled shaft.

"Honey-mouth!" he groaned. "It's as good as being in the cunt... almost! I mean fucking your sweet head like this!"

Then when she emitted a long "Mmmmmmmuht" it felt as though some sort of vibrator device had gone crazy on the head of his cock. Her soft, hot palate, actually vibrated!

Feeling his hot, hard prick actually vibrate, tremble, and twitch in her tightly pressing lips and between her tongue and palate, she sucked that length of his prick into her mouth which allowed its head to rest lightly against the back of her throat. Charlie's knees buckled as he felt how tightly she could keep her tongue and palate on his cock as it slid all the way into her mouth as though it were a soft, tight, hot, little-baby cunt!

"Arrrrgh!" he cried out again with pleasure, and the urgent compulsion to bring ultimate pleasure to this voluptuously sucking creature with the wonderful mouth, tongue, palate, lips ...!

He dragged her roughly off the bed and virtually slammed her naked warmth upon the rug next to his bed. Charlie knew he had startled her when she whimpered with fright. He loved what it did to his feeling of manhood ... that small animal whimper.

As they fell upon the shag rug together, he kept one hand desperately upon the back of her head to keep her mouth impaled upon his prick and used his other hand to break their fall. He rolled under her hot torso, upon his back, and roughly clutched her sweetly rounded ass in his hands. His head was between her soft warm thighs. "Oh, wow!" she moaned as she felt his wide-open mouth take the lips of her twitching cunt. "Suck, Charlie-love! Suck! Suck! Suck me like there's no tomorrow!"

She felt his superheated tongue stab into her moist, snug cunt. "Oh, sweetheart," she cried out for the strange new ecstasy of it. "So that's how it feels to ... to ..."

But her cry of heightened pleasure choked off as she shuddered when his mouth sucked up the plump flesh around her clitoris and his tongue went crazy on that sensitive appendage of grouped nerve endings. Although his prick filled her mouth, she felt herself crazily babbling muffled endearments about the wonderfully new erotic sensations his expert tongue and sucking mouth imparted to her total being and womanhood.

Charlie could not understand her muffled, garbled words that spilled out in their excited, staccato way. She was the first woman who had ever talked so much with his solid, throbbing prick filling her mouth. It was all the more pleasurable for the resonant vibration it imparted to the shaft of his hard prick, which seemed to act as a sonic anten- na which sent the vibrant impulses into his balls, under his loins, and literally set up supersonic impulses into his asshole. Delightful shock waves travelled up his trembling spinal column as a consequence and seemed to delightfully shatter the base of his skull and explode into his brain with rapidly consecutive concussions of violent passion.

"Damn it, that's wonderful!" he cried out as he slid his mouth back to the soft opening of her sweet cunt and let his tongue probe and search out the most sensitive spots just inside the plump, cuntal mouth and lips.

"Oh, wow, Charlie!" he heard her gasp as she let his cock out of her mouth for a split moment, then sucked as much of his pulsating love muscle as her mouth could accommodate.

He shuddered pleasurably as he felt her teeth rake the solid shaft of his prick - then how her passion-puffed lips clung when she dragged them snugly, hotly, moistly along his pounding cock as she let it slowly out of her mouth.

He had found one tremendously erogenous spot with his tongue, on the floor of her cunt just inside the sweet, plump, fleshy portal. She seemed to fly apart and gasp out more of her rapid, incoherently muffled babble as his prick once again filled her hotly sweet mouth. Testing the walls of her inner cunt with rapid, rapierlike thrusts of his tongue, Charlie knew by the convulsions of her inner cunt that he had discovered two more superbly super-sensitive spots on each wall of her sweet, tight, soft inner cunt.

"Arrrrgh!" he heard her cry out with near desperation. "You're going to make me come, Charlie! And you know how mad at me you get when ... when I used to come before you could get your sweet meat in my pussy and come inside with me!"

On her hands and knees, over him as she was, she was frigging his prick with her hand when she released it from her mouth so she could make her words unmuffled and understood.

"Oh, no!" Charlie gasped. "You're not..."

But he knew she was the girl he suddenly feared her to be.

Charlie thought of the terrible beating his older brother, Doug, had given him when he had only suspected Charlie had been intimate with her. Charlie's passion-clouded thoughts raced back in time to his denial to Doug that he had fucked around with her, and Charlie recalled his promise to himself to never do it again no matter how she tried to sexually arouse him.

"Charlie Kray," she cried out desperately, "Now you know. If you just stop and leave me hanging, I'll go crazy. Crazy! Crazy! Crazy!"

"I gotta stop!" Charlie cried out regretfully. "Doug! He'll kill me this time! He'll..."

Desperately, she sucked on Charlie's prick. She let it slam into her mouth until the wedged knob slammed against her throat and made her gag and feel pain.

"No!" Charlie cried out without being able to control the passionate reflexes that made him ram his groin upward to realize maximum penetration of his pulsating prick into the sweet, hot, moist depths of her mouth.

"I can't!" he groaned with regret. "Doug'll surely ...!"

But she sucked with increasing rapidity, her head a blue of hair-flailing motion... her long red hair flailing his naked groin, inner thighs, belly and chest like the soft little whips some recipient flagellant could not resist. Her lips were tighter around his throbbing cock. Tighter, it seemed, than the first virgin asshole he had tried to press it into, but couldn't!

She knew she was verging upon conquest of this man who was something so very special in her life. Charlie himself had often told her that a stiff prick knew no conscience, barriers, prejudices, reason, judgment, consequences. He had said it every time he had fucked her. Said it to justify it because of her relationship to Doug, Charlie's own brother.

She thrilled at the feel of his hands savagely digging into the softly rounded globes of her ass. She felt Charlie lunge up with all of his strength and roughly slam her on her back upon the shag rug. She cried out pleasured, apprehensive excitement as he growled like a jungle animal in heat and postured his groin between her thighs.

There was no foreplay... no easy, slow, considerate fitting the head of his cock into the opening of her snug little cunt... not as Charlie used to do ... not the gently gradual penetration with his solid manhood into her diminutive womanhood. He thrust in like a maddened bull! Again! Again! Again! "You're hurting me, lover!" she cried out.

It was the only time Charlie had ever hurt her.

"You're hurting me, you ... you animal!" she cried out.

She felt her words drive him to grunt, literally roar and savagely invade her softly yielding body with mad, animal thrusts.

"You're .. .! You're ...! Oh damn, Charlie love ... oh love ... love ... love! I love you!"

His abandonment to pure primitive jungle violence, even as it pained her insides and made her ill in her stomach, awakened a new feeling of total woman within her being and soul. Despite the pain, her total desire now was that his pleasure was the ultimate, and the knowledge that no other woman had ever given this man, the man who had first gotten her cherry, her maidenhood, such absolute heights of animalistically passionate, primitively jungle ecstasy as she herself was giving him.

Feeling her snug insides spread before the savage thrusting of his solid prick, and how tightly the hotly soft, elastic inner tissues of her cunt closed behind the throbbingly sensitive head of his cock as he withdrew, Charlie felt a strangely erotic mental power which complemented that gorgeously beautiful sensation his prick and physical being were caught up in so searingly!

Something seemed to have snapped in her cunt. The pain was gone ... the fear as well. She felt herself turning savagely animal as her cunt adjusted and relaxed to easily yet snugly accommodate the wonderfully muscled man probe Charlie thrust into her womanly depths again and again. She felt the hot, slick lubricating juices flowing freely from within her cunt. It was all so silky, delightfully velvety smooth now. For the first time she was able to thrust her voluptuous hips savagely upward to meet the powerful downthrusts of Charlie's hot, hard, throbbing prick.

"Oh, damn!" she cried out with tortured pleasure. "It's never been so... so good, Charlie honey. Never so ... so... so savage! Exciting! Thrilling! Wonderful!"

"I'm coming!" he grunted upon a passionately raspy gush of breath.

"I can, too!" she shrieked with mad pleasure as she felt juices seem to dam up in her womb with such pressure it made her pleasantly dizzy. For once, she thought as their groins and loins smashed inexorably together with loud, wet smacks, I don't have to ask him to hold back just a little longer.

"Good, darling!" he bellowed.

"Oh, yes!" she screamed. "Good! Good! God, how good!" as she felt a searing wad of thick man-cream slam smack up against her womb.

Every tensely contracted fiber in her body - fibers tense with expectation, excitement, and anticipation of one great, gratifying orgasm - let go at once as her body convulsed and spasmed. The floor shook and bounced beneath them like some great flat whip being violently undulated. The building groaned and great cracking sounds filled her ears as though the very plaster on the walls was rent asunder with fissures.

"Hot damn!" she heard Charlie say though the loud rush of blood in her ears. "What a fuckin' great orgasm!" He groaned. "Oh, wow, how great! Great! Great!"

She felt his hot, thick cream spurting strongly to fill her snug cunt and blend with the molten juices her own cunt exuded around his pounding prick. "Oh, Charlie!" she cried out with agonized pleasure. "It was so powerful! I came like an earthquake! Honest, Charlie!"

"Me too!" she heard him say. "Oh, yes! Me too! Never felt anything like ... like ..."

The sudden morning light allowed her to see the fear in Charlie's eyes as they widened until the whites showed all around the brown iris.

"Earthquake!" he called out in panic. "Like they said, California's falling into the ocean! I'm gettin' out of here!"

Some superhuman strength allowed her to prevent Charlie from jumping up away from her and taking the warmth of his comforting body, the comfort of his prick, still stiff and hotly throbbing in her cunt, from her. Her arms were around his neck and shoulders, her legs scissored powerfully around his hips.

"Charlie," she said softly. "I'm afraid, too. But if this room is going to cave in, it'll get us anyway before we can get out."

"Let me up, you little fool!" he cried out as he struggled to free himself.

In spite of his strength, some unknown power gave her the power to hold his body to hers, his prick still impaling her snug cunt.. . some power greater than that of Charlie's fear: the power of a fully blossomed woman who hungered .. . hungered to hold the first man to deflower her sacred womanhood ... the only man who could ever really be something so very special in her memory always ...

"If we're going to die, Charlie," she said softly, "can you think of a better way?"

Charlie glanced at the clock to see what time death might strike. It was a few minutes after six A.M. He felt suddenly ashamed that she was so heroic through the worst earthquake he had ever been in and that he almost panicked beyond reason.

"No, darling," he said. "How many lovers die in each other's arms ... privileged to be fucking? No. I can think of no better way, sweetheart. No better..."

"Charlie," she said throatily, "Can you fuck any more?"

"It would be wonderful," he said wistfully.

"Charlie," she said slyly. "Do you believe me if I tell you I've never had a man's thing in my mouth before yours?"

"You're awfully good at it, kitten," he scoffed without malice.

"It's because, Charlie, ever since we used to fuck normal, and you'd tell me sucking was better, I wanted to suck you all the years."

"So you learned," he teased, "on who? How many guys?"

"Charlie, I read all the books I could get my hands on just so I'd be ready when I got my chance with you." "Oh?"

"When I got in town yesterday and found out where you worked in that Candy Ass bottomless bar .. . well, I waited outside till it closed. You were falling-down drunk. The girl, Neda, when I told her who I was, said I could take you home. That you were too drunk to ball her anyway."

Feeling Charlie's prick begin to lose some of its total firmness in her cunt, she remembered how all the books on oral sex had said nearly any man can be made to fuck a second time if his prick is sucked right after his first orgasm.

"You want to fuck again now?" she asked.

"Oh, Judas, yes!" he moaned.

Relaxing her legs and arms, she pushed Charlie away gently and urged him to his feet. Kneeling before him, she cupped and kneaded his balls in one hand while her other massaged the root and underside of his cock as she flicked her tongue rapidly on the head of it.

Feeling his prick firming slightly, she stroked it rapidly in her tight soft palm and alternately sucked and disgorged his balls from her soft, wet mouth.

"Ooooooh!" he moaned. "How . .. damn, how sweet!"

It was time, according to one book, to suck his prick now, and she did with relish and gusto.

Charlie grabbed her long hair and violently pulled her to her feet. "Standing up," he growled. "We're going to fuck standing up. That's the way well do it."

Roughly, he pulled her one leg up to circle his hips, while he bent his knees to press his rock-hard cock up into her waiting cunt. Shuddering at the feeling of how his prick moved all of her hot wet tissues aside as it snugly impaled her cunt, she grasped him around the neck and pulled his lips to her mouth.

They were leisurely fucking and kissing when an aftershock tremor of the earthquake struck and knocked them off balance onto the bed.

She knew he was as fearful as she was, even as they continued to fuck and kiss. It's true, she thought, that in the throes of passion, even survival takes a back seat. It proved true even as their fucking pace heightened and strengthened as tremor after tremor bounced and skipped the bed around the room.

"Oh, hot damn!" she cried out. "Dear Charlie, what lovely timing! The greatest violence of nature going on the same time as the greatest act of violence man does!"

She didn't know if it was fear, passion, the compulsion to have one last great orgasm before death, or just plain lustful insanity that gave Charlie his strength. She was satisfied, without knowing exactly why, that his solid, throbbing, twitching prick was pounding into her cunt unmercifully. His body smacked hers like a battering ram run amok. She herself was berserk with wild abandon to all consequences even though her female organs ached, her cunt hurt, and her breasts felt pain from Charlie's sucking mouth and chomping teeth.

They exploded together in one enormous orgasm, and she felt multiple orgasms wrack her body as Charlie's spew filled her cunt and dripped down to caress her trembling asshole with its creamy, viscous fire. Their great mutual orgasm had struck at the precise time another rolling ground quake rocked the structure in which they fucked... and their juices spurted, spewed, and dripped as the shudders of earth tremors gentled and stilled as did their genitals and bodies and minds.

"At this moment I love you," she heard him say.

She waited for his soft, deep voice to say her name ... say it and thrill her with the sounding of it as no other voice ever could.

"At this moment," Charlie went on softly, "I think I'd even fight my brother Doug to keep you always going to bed with me, darling. I really think I would."

Charlie thought of all the women he'd fucked, sucked, cornholed, and been sucked by... the willingly wanton young stuff at the Candy Ass Room too; and knew he lied. But then she too, even as her cunt hotly hosted his living hot cock, knew he lied, but pretended it was true, what he said about loving her and fighting his own brother for her.

As he spoke her name, then, her cunt did a couple of drops.

"I love you," he said. "At this moment I love you very much, Jill."

"Oh," she sighed as she churned her cunt upon his prick, "let's not let whatever Daddy thinks ever, ever keep us apart so long again, sweet Uncle Charlie."

CHAPTER FIVE

Peggy, still containing Daryl's limber prick in her asshole, still on her knees with her mouth covering Cora's sweetly virginal cunt dripping out Daryl's come, felt the first great shock of the 6 A.M. earthquake begin to strike. She wanted to dash to safety! But where was safety? What? Where? Was anything, any place safe in an earthquake? Peggy couldn't move. She was frozen to the spot. No muscle, tendon, or bone would respond to the panicky orders her brain transmitted to her body.

Cora said, "Who's shaking the bed so much? Is Daryl pumping in you so hard, Peggy?"

"It's a quake!" Daryl cried out as he tried to get to his feet from his kneeling posture upon the floor behind Peggy. But Peggy's grip on his ass and balls seemed to have set like solid cement. He couldn't move away from her, he felt, without having his balls ripped off.

Another earth shock struck, rocking the entire apartment house, and Daryl clutched at whatever his hands could find to hang on until the quaking would stop.

When the frighteningly severe motions did stop, Daryl found himself hanging on to Cora's soft thigh with one hand. His other hand clutched Peggy's left shoulder.

"You kids okay?" he asked.

Young Cora was speechless, as was Peggy. But Peggy's thoughts were rampant with thoughts of Charlie. The thoughts were not of love, or how great it could have been between herself and Charlie if she hadn't been so influenced by her pimping mother and procuring sister May. She wanted to phone Charlie, but knew he would hang up on her. She was certain he would have killed her if he found out where she lived when she'd gone underground and out of touch.

Trying to make up her mind, Peggy listened to the awesome sounds of protest the building emitted as it creaked, rumbled and settled from the last earth tremor. Peggy felt Daryl pulling his limp prick out of her asshole. She constricted her anal sphincter muscle to feel one last rectum-churning pleasure as the head of his cock pulled free with the sound of a popping cork.

"Ooooooh," she sighed as she felt her asshole pooch out, then seem to snap back into itself with erotic elasticity. At the same time, Peggy heightened her heady pleasure by scooping out more of Daryl's come, blended with Cora's warmly pungent cunt fluids, from Cora's cunt with the spoonlike curl of her tongue. Cora moaned with pleasure, as did Peggy. Peggy let the flavor linger on her palate and taste buds for a moment before she swallowed the blend of slick, thick stuff. Then Peggy elevated Cora's voluptuous ass and flicked the tip of her tongue upon the tight pucker of Cora's asshole.

"Oh, my!" Cora moaned when the act pleasantly startled her.

Cora clamped her legs around Peggy's neck and pressed her soft, warm thighs against the sides of Peggy's hotly flushed face. Feeling the tip of Peggy's tongue try to enter her snug asshole, Cora tried to relax so it would be possible.

"Stick it in," she cried out. "I want to feel it way inside!"

Peggy remembered how Charlie used to spread apart the opening of her own asshole with his thumbs so she could feel the delight of his hot tongue inside of her asshole. She did exactly that to Cora's sweet, snug asshole, but could barely get the tip of her tongue into it.

"Oh gosh!" Cora wailed. "Please get it in! Just that little feels so ... so... so awful good. All of it in would ... would ... oh wow, Peg! Don't give up! Please! All your tongue all the way! Soft! Hot tongue! Won't hurt! All! Please! Please! Please!"

Licking the length of Cora's soft, warm cuntal lips, Peggy said, "I can't, sweetheart. But Charlie'll treat you. You'll see!"

Peggy thought, unless Mama Ginia has other plans for your sweet, baby cunt and asshole like she did mine when I was a child. She hoped it would be Charlie who broke Cora in. Cora reminded her so much of her own self when she had been Cora's age. Of course, by the time Peggy was Cora's age she couldn't remember how many times she'd been fucked, or how often she'd sucked cock, or had been sucked. But of all the learned cunt suckers, lesbians included, no one had ever had a tongue quite so proficient as Charlie's. No one else had ever been able to continuously suck her cunt for so long as Charlie could. No one ever had Charlie's enduring iron jaw and wonderfully relentless tongue.

"Charlie, you bastard!" Peggy said aloud.

"What did you say?" Cora asked.

Looking up at Cora's face from her cunt, Peggy said, "Charlie! I was just remembering some of the better things about him."

"Tell me," Cora said. "While you're kissing me down there. I til excite me while you it are.

Daryl appeared from the bathroom. He held a large syringe and had a particularly leering, lascivious look on his face. He was trying to jack his limber cock into some semblance of an erection as he approached them. His dishevelled beard and long, tangled hair made him appear like a taller, plumper Svengali.

Kneeling behind Peggy, where she knelt before the bed and Cora's sweet, juicy cunt, Daryl fitted the lubricated tip of the syringe into Peggy's asshole.

"Ooooh," Peggy gasped. "It's so hot!"

"Filled it with hot hand lotion," Daryl cackled with glee. "It'll make a real pretty spurt in your bowels when I squeeze it." Daryl moved the long tip of the syringe in and out of Peggy's asshole in rhythm to the way his other hand jerked off his limber cock.

"Mmmmm," Peggy moaned deliciously as she remembered the first time Charlie had inserted a cold-cream lubricated vibrator up her asshole. It had been one of the really weirdly wonderful, sensual sensations of her life because he had sucked her pussy at the same time. She had lost track of the number of multiple orgasms she had realized in that wonderful hour with Charlie. Peggy couldn't help wondering wistfully if Charlie still slammed women down on the shag rug beside his bed and fucked and sucked them there while making noises like a jungle lion in heat.

A tremendous quake suddenly shattered the moods of ultimate passion the trio were just upon the threshold of realizing.

"Yow!" they cried out in concert.

Then each in their own individual fear-induced spontaneous prayers asked God to spare them. Was the world coming to an end? Were they finally being punished for their sins? Would the building fall in and crush them? Would they be thus entrapped and perhaps never found?

"Oh, oh!" they cried out as an aftershock struck and shook the structure again. It seemed eternities before the shudders of stucco, timber, and flooring settled to fear- some stillness, to awesome silence. They remained as they had been, herding together for what comfort such togetherness could offer.

"Let's just stay like this, kids," Peggy sighed. "Just safe, lazy for ever and ever ..."

"Gosh, yes," Cora moaned.

"Oh, yes," Daryl groaned.

"I want to talk," Peggy said weakly. "Being with you kids, all the suckin', fuckin', cornholin' I've been through tonight. I'm not even forty yet, and I feel like ... like ... an old woman."

It startled Peggy to hear herself say it. She had never felt like this before. She thought, maybe it's because of Cora, she's only seventeen or so, the comparison. Only compassion I've had all the years is team whoring with Mama. Mama is turning sixy now and still whoring on the side.

"You know, kids," Peggy said sadly. "I started out like this, doing every prick and cunt in sight. Prostitute for five years. First in my teens with Mama. Got married to Brod. He pimped for me a couple more years. Then we got straight jobs. Bought a home. Two cars. We had it made, kids."

"Oh," Cora sighed deeply, "your mouth feels so good on my ... my ..."

"Cunt," Daryl cut in quietly.

But Peggy, for the first time in her life, wanted to talk something out. She wasn't sure exactly what, but with young Daryl, and teen Cora ... it was suddenly such a reminder of how she herself was young once. Once as young as Cora.

"Mama pimped for me," Peggy said without realizing why. "Oh, not deliberately as a pimp. It was just that she always wanted to have a good time when Daddy was away on jobs. I know she never got over being guilty about letting me stay with Wilbur when I was just a teenager."

"Wilbur?" Daryl asked in one word.

"You wouldn't understand," Peggy said. "Just let me talk, be patient with an old lady."

"You're not old," Cora said as she churned her cunt up to have it sucked again by Peggy.

"Then rotten," Peggy said as she drank from and licked into Cora's sweet, young cunt. "Just be patient with a rotten woman."

"You're not rotten," Cora breathed out a sigh brought on by Peggy's expert suck and lick.

"Oh, yeah?" Peggy said. "How about when my real daddy left us and Mama shacked with his brother? And me going to bed with him, my own uncle, and letting him play dunkum in my fourteen-year-old cunt. Just dunk the head of his prick in me while I jack him off. He'd feed me Cokes. Then he put booze in the Cokes. I knew it. He'd tell Mama he was going to take me for a drive. He'd stop at bars and drink while I sipped spiked Cokes in the car. Then he'd drive me off to the city dump ... what an appropriate place .. . and I'd suck his prick in the car, then jack him while he played dunkum. Then with my cunt flavor still on his cock, I'd suck him off and swallow his come along with mine on his prick.

"Playing dunkum, I was still a virgin when I went to live with Wilbur. Still fourteen or fifteen, I had to have a prick in my mouth every chance I got. Wilbur dunked my cunt, I jerked and sucked him off. I was still a virgin when Mama finally called me to go live with her. By that time she was fuckin' a guy named Stanley. We were living in Brenton then. That's a little town up in Washington state."

Cora sighed softly, "Suck me ever so easy, Peggy dear. I can hardly stand to be touched, but it feels so good. Your hot breath. Soft tongue. Hearing you drink right out of my body. Is that quirkie?"

"No, darling. Just a little girl who's being turned on by adults ... Daryl and me. You can never ever be the same."

"Don't want to," Cora sighed. "Just thinking and wondering when and how it'll be when I get my maidenhead broken."

"I'm getting cramped," Daryl complained.

Peggy felt his limp prick pop out of her asshole and suddenly realized a chill.

"Come with me, child," Peggy said as she smoothed down Cora's miniskirt after helping her on with her panties. "I know the right man to break your cherry. Considerate. Skilled."

"Who's that?" Cora asked.

"You'll find out when the time's right, child."

"Tell me, Peg. Please?"

"Charlie," Peggy said. "If it wasn't for my sister pimping for me, and my mother setting me up with Dwight, Clay, and Allan. Well just because Dwight and Clay were in business and Allan had a drugstore, Mama figured itfd be good security. Not for me ... for her. Well, I could've made it just swell with that Charlie guy. But I'm weak, I guess, or too fuckin' immoral. I fucked around behind Charlie's back because I've always been susceptible to my mom's and sisters' suggestions. Oh, sure, they always let me think I was the strong one in the family. That way they used me. Oh, well, that's a whole other story. I'll tell you sometime, kid."

Cora asked with apprehension, "Are Dwight and Clark still in your apartment?"

"No worry there," Peggy said. "I sucked and cornholed 'em both dry. All I want's for them to suck my cunt now. I'm so fuckin' horny. You can watch if you want."

"Like you watched your mother being made mouth love ... and real love to by Stanley before he... he...

"Got my cherry?" Peggy said frankly. "On second thought, maybe I'd better just drive you home. It'll be better all around if it's Charlie makes a woman out of you."

"Whatever you say," Cora agreed.

Cora's innocence had allowed Peggy to suddenly think about her own little girl.

"Huh, little girl," Peggy mumbled as she tooled her automobile onto the boulevard and headed for Ginia's apartment, where Cora was staying temporarily.

Except if she was alive she'd not be so little any more. Peggy's sidelong glance appraised Cora. She thought, must be just about as big as Cora. Same age, maybe.

Appraising Cora's skin, the delicate pink of alabaster, Peggy thought. But my little one'd be probably black as the ace of spades. Reflecting idly as the drone of the Buick's well-tuned engine lulled her, Peggy remembered not even wanting to see her baby after it was born. What was I then, she reflected. Sixteen? Seventeen? Of course, he was a black man, and big. But I'd flirted with him, even teased him. Being big for my age, guess that black buck thought I was a lot older. Well, he did offer me fourteen dollars, There was his motel room nearby. Sure, he hurt me with his big black prick, but Stanley had already gotten my cherry, so what was to lose? And I got fourteen bucks in the bargain. My first pro trick.

Peggy recalled how, after she could no longer conceal the fact from Mama Ginia that she'd been made pregnant by a black man, she had put on a crying act for her mother with crocodile tears. It had to be crocodile tears because she could never cry like women were supposed to. That sure used to gripe Charlie, who said a female who couldn't cry wasn't a real feminine woman. But she had put on a good act of tearful hysteria for her mother when she told her, "A big, black boogie raped me and I'm pregnant from it!"

Glancing at Cora, after pulling up in front of the building where Mama Ginia lived, Peggy wondered just how black her own little baby girl had grown up. Mama Ginia, when she arranged to give it away, said it had been a real coal-black baby.

"Cora," Peggy said coolly. "I don't know why Ginia has taken you under her wing, or even where she dug you up."

"Foster home," Cora replied quickly.

"Did Ginia flimflam you to run away from it?"

"No," Cora replied very quickly.

"Guess it's none of my business," Peggy sighed.

It was strange for Mama Ginia to be so benevolent without something in it for herself. Hadn't she, Peggy thought, set me up to date and tease, to fucking and sucking Allan Hyman .. . her telling me it was for my own security because he had a rich drugstore business? And it turning out all Ginia wanted was a rich son-in-law to take care of her own self?

Peggy watched Cora's deliciously sweet ass undulate as she walked toward the huge arch which led into her mother's apartment court. She cold still taste Cora's cunt liquids, blended with Daryl Colton's come in her mouth.

"Sweet, tender, young, juicy virgin," she sighed. "That'll make a little of what I done to Charlie up to him. He'll adore to get that cherry his gentle expert way. Too, he won't hurt her like Daryl would, just fuckin' in like a dog in heat."

She thought of Charlie, how, the bad things started between them when they almost had made the pieces fit. Then Mama Ginia's slip in front of Charlie about how the man would be coming up to her apartment and bothering her about where Peggy was now that she had gone in hiding like any whore who wanted to avoid certain guys. When Charlie learned the man's name was Stanley Holmes from Brenton, it had been okay. Peggy had passed him off as her sister Emily's ex-boyfriend, a mail carrier. But then Charlie found the newspaper clipping that Peggy had foolishly saved which had named Peggy and Ginia as being held by the police for rolling one drunken Stanley Holmes. While the drunk had been in bed alternately with mother and daughter, one of them had stolen $275 out of his bedroom drawer, and Stanley Holmes had filed a com- plaint. That had been while Peggy was married to Broderick.

It was a messed-up affair in Charlie's mind. Wasn't Stanley Ginia's boyfriend or client while Peggy was still a virgin? Charlie . wanted to know. And didn't Stanley, even as he was still fucking Peggy's Mama, cop Peggy's cherry?

"You're a fucked-up family of whores and lesbians!" Charlie had said.

But Charlie had gotten over it until Peggy had goaded him when she was feeling particularly bitchy during an argument when she was shacking with Charlie. "Ginia asked me if Allan ever asked me out."

"Who's Allan?" Charlie demanded hotly.

"Owns the drugstore where I trade. Real prosperous," Peggy had further goaded.

Charlie had asked, "Is that the store, the guy you have to buy the rubbers from for your mother's tricks because she doesn't have the nerve to? Some shy mama! Can't buy her own condoms, but can go to bed with a dozen guys. Brags about having them all on the string at the same time, but none of them knowing about the others."

"So what!" Peggy had argued.

"So all those guys on a string," Charlie had retorted. "That's not romance, baby. That's pure, coldblooded business ... you know what I mean. Now she's pimping the rich drugstore cowboy for you while you and I are making it together, and your "sweet" mama is telling me what a great guy I am. How glad she is you and I are together. How much she loves me, except it hurts her that we're living together without being married. And, baby, even as she says that she's shacking with some beer joint drunken bum with scrambled brains!"

"Maybe you got reasons," Peggy had argued, "to think those things about Mama Ginia, but why May and Emily?"

"May?" Charlie scoffed. "She sets you up with some cat every time you spend a night at her pad. If it isn't Randy she's pimping for you, then it's Bud. Look, honey, you find out why May hates me, beside me knowing she shacked up with the lesbian, Jeri, and you won't like her that much either."

"Emily!" Peggy accused. "What's wrong with her?"

"You two visiting that lesbian bull-dyke, she's got to have turned on to the lesbian bit. You and Emily going where only a pair of dyed-in-the-wool lesbos ... all of you alone and drunk . .. you figure it!"

Driving back to her pad, Peggy yearned for someone to discuss her life with. Was it so awful to fuck and suck for money or gain? Or cheat on your husband or boyfriend when you get horny and opportunity presented itself? What does the new generation say? Get your head on right? Or straight? Or in the right place? Was there something to what Charlie said about her being so totally amoral? What is amoral or moral... anyway? Who judges ... ?

"Oh shit, oh dear!" Peggy said to herself aloud as she parked her Buick in front of her balconied apartment. "I got a hungry, twitchy cunt that needs expert sucking, and maybe Clark and Dwight between them can satisfy me like Charlie used to could. God knows no one's been able since, or before Charlie! Jesus, what a horny itch!"

She ran up the stairs with the tears of a totally unfulfilled female in her eyes. Not the tears of a real woman, rather tears of clitoral frustration.

"Luvva Mike!" Peggy cried out to herself as she slammed open the door to her apartment, "Please make Charlie come through for me."

CHAPTER SIX

Charlie responded to the knock on his door with impatient agitation. "Damn it!" he exclaimed as he thought of how Jill at the moment was waiting for him to crawl into the bathtub with her so they could bathe together for the first time.

"What do you want?" he asked curtly when he had swung the front door to his pad wide open. He felt a small pang of remorse when he saw how he had evidently intimidated the girl who had knocked. She stood there trying to stammer out what it was she wanted.

"I'm . .. I'm . .. I'm Cora .. . Sherwood." Cora stammered. "Peggy sent me. I mean, she didn't send me, but your address was in her black book with your phone number. I phoned, but just got a busy signal. So I came over in case ... well, maybe your phone ... it might be out of order?"

Charlie laughed and reached out to Cora to comfort her. "Come in, baby. I won't eat you. I've already had my breakfast."

As Cora entered, he laughed again remembering that his phone had been off the hook all through the night and early part of the day.

"You see," he said before he could think of what he was saying, "when I. .. well, kid .. . oh, hell, sit down somewhere. I'll get you a Coke or something." He laughed all the way to the refrigerator when he wondered just how this young thing would have reacted had he gone on to tell her he always left the phone off the hook when he was fucking, cornholing, sucking, or being sucked, Peggy could have told her that much: If Charlie's line is busy all that time, he's got a broad in bed with him. As an afterthought, Charlie called out from the kitchen as he snapped the cap of the Coke bottle, "Did you tell Peggy my phone was busy?"

"No, sir," Cora replied from where she had sat down on his sectional sofa.

"Might've saved you a trip," Charlie smiled as he walked into the living room.

"Sorry I bothered you," Cora said shyly as she accepted the drink.

"No bother, really," Charlie said as he sat down across from Cora and pulled the tab off a can of beer.

"Peggy needs you," Cora blurted out. Cora felt nervous and ill-at-ease before this man who looked at least twelve years her senior, the man Peggy said would gently deflorate her virginity.

"No, baby," Charlie scoffed. "Peggy doesn't need me. No way! Peggy needs what I can give her when the street contacts dry up."

Cora remained silent as if she knew what he had meant. He wondered if she did know.

"Know what I mean?" he prodded.

Cora looked at him, but there was no reply in her eyes or her voice.

"Do you?" he pressed.

"We kids aren't dumb," she said softly. "Street stuff, that could be anything from pot, acid, uppers, downers, the heavy stuff, smack."

Charlie was suddenly and somewhat uncomfortably aware that this young thing was a woman, not just a girl. Her young breasts were ripe and seemed to want to push out of her snug blouse. The crotch of her white panties was clearly visible beneath her fashionably short miniskirt.

My God! he thought, her panty crotch is soaking wet like she's just been ... ?

"Were you alone with Peggy today?" he asked before he could realize the implication in his query.

"No," Cora answered truthfully. "Not alone. Why?"

Emboldened by the beer he had been sucking up all morning, Charlie said, "You're drippy."

"Drippy?"

Charlie's unmistakable reply was to stare boldly and intently at Cora's crotch.

"Oh," she said with embarrassment. "Oh, my goodness!"

"Don't be embarrassed," Charlie said as he watched Cora quickly cross her legs to hide her crotch and futilely try to pull her miniskirt down. He went on, "If you weren't alone, Peg probably ran you in with one of her johns the way Ginia used to do with Peg when she was a girl like you."

"Virginia's a nice lady," Cora said softly but defensively.

"Yeah, Ginia's okay. That is, for her type."

They were interrupted by a woman's voice calling out, "Charlie did you get rid of that... whatever he was selling. Was it magazines?"

"We got company," Charlie called back.

"The water, honey," she called again from the bathroom. "It's going to get cold."

Cora got to her feet and said, "Guess I'm interrupting something. Sorry, I'll go now."

Wondering if the lush teenager had a tight little cunt, Charlie felt a pleasantly crawling warmth in his loins. He lied, "Look, if you really want to help Peg, well, my contact will be around in a while. Whyn't you just sit down? Be comfortable and wait. We won't be long. Just going to scrub Jill's back."

"Jill?" Cora asked reflexively.

"A ... a ... she's my guest," Charlie explained. "Just taking a little bath." Looking toward Cora's wet crotch, Charlie said meaningfully, "Guess you could do with a little bath yourself."

Waiting for some silent answer from Cora's eyes, Charlie was disappointed that they were downcast and inscrutable. "Hey, look," he said as he groped for something that would make Cora stay long enough to perhaps get horny or at least curious about the noises of love he intended to make in the bath with Jill. "I manage a girlie dance show. You've got a terrific body. If you're eighteen I could break you into show business. You could pull down a couple of bills a week in no time."

Charlie knew that every pretty kid wanted to be in show business. He pressed on, "So if you stick around we can talk it over. Right?"

Cora looked steadily at him. She was thinking of all the poverty she had been through in foster homes - homes the county put orphaned kids into and paid foster parents just enough to feed, clothe, and house the orphans in a meager way.

"You mean," Cora asked breathlessly, "two hundred? Two hundred dollars a week?"

"Like I said," Charlie said, "stick around and we'll talk it over. Right?"

"Casting-couch style?" Cora said. "Like in the old novels about Hollywood starlets?"

Charlie let a crooked grin play around on his face while he gave her a long, silent look. Finally he said, "Whatever it takes to get what you want, baby. Everybody pays dues for everything. Right?"

Cora sat down without further comment. She looked away from Charlie, away and upward with a small, decisive tilt to her head. It seemed to knock the breath out of Charlie, that three-quarter view of her upwardly tilted face.

I know you, he wanted to say. Yet he knew he had never met Cora before. But her face in that particular pose was definitely familiar. Very, very familiar!

"Charrrrrrrleeeeeee," Jill's sexy voice cooed irresistibly from the bathroom.

Trying to remember how or why he knew Cora's face so well, Charlie turned away with a puzzled frown. Thinking about Cora, he left the front room by way of the small breakfast nook, walked through his bedroom, and entered the bathroom.

"You didn't even hang up your clothes," Jill teased.

"Fuck 'em," Charlie said.

He sat behind Jill in the tub of warm bubble bath. Soaping her marvelously mounded breasts with his hands made his prick come to life. He pressed it into the headily voluptuous crease of her sweet ass where it spread invitingly upon the bottom of the tub.

"Oooooh," Jill replied, "someday, Uncle love, I'm going to ask you to."

"I know," he moaned with pleasure, "and I promise I won't hurt you, Jillie doll. I'll be so gentle and considerate, youH love it."

"If we do it once in a while, Uncle Charlie," Jill asked "will it ... it make my ... my ... make it loose?"

"No, sweet dear," Charlie assured her. "Not unless you make a living at it like Peg or Ginia. I mean let a lot of guys play pokie-pokie. Don't worry, darling, your little ass- hole will stay as tight and sweet as it is now."

"Peggy!" Jill snorted. "God damn it, Charlie, can't you forget her fucking name in front of me!"

"I'm behind you," Charlie laughed as he pressed his firming cock further into the soft, hot tunnel the spread cheeks of her ass made on the bottom of the tub.

"Oh wow!" Jill moaned as she felt the hood of his swelling prick cross the sensitive pucker of her twitching asshole. "Just a little way, honey. Could ... just the tip of it at first so I can feel how ..."

Charlie placed his hands under the cheeks of her ass and raised her ass above the level of the water.

Jill, thrilling at what was to happen, sensed what to do to aid it along. Charlie's cock was above the water now and Jill lathered it generously with the cold cream face soap until it was thick and slick upon Charlie's prick.

"Sit on it, Jillie," Charlie said breathlessly. "As much as you want. Just take what you can without hurting."

Trembling with anticipation of the new erotic experience, Jill braced her hands on the edges of the bathtub and let herself down as Charlie steered the tip of his cock into the soft saucer of her puckered asshole. With mixed emotions of apprehension and sweet ecstasy, Jill cautiously lowered her hips until the tip of Charlie's hard, hot cock touched the exterior of her asshole and startled her.

"I'm afraid, Uncle Charlie," she said. "I'm afraid to... afraid not to now it's finally here."

"Did I hurt you getting your cherry?" Charlie asked softly. "Didn't I just let you sit over me and take what you could stand?"

"Yes, sweet, gentle lover," Jill sighed. Then, "Oh, gosh, yes!" as she felt the wedged tip of Charlie's prick separate the tight asshole.

"Oh, arggh, arrrrgh!" Charlie moaned with pleasure.

"It's in!" Jill cried out triumphantly. "I did it, Uncle Charlie! It's in!"

"Easy, baby," Charlie moaned. "Don't get worked up and hurt yourself. You only got half the head in."

"I love it!" Jill cried out.

Going on her knees to ease her weight off her hands on the edge of the tub, Jill placed her forehead against the cool tile of the wall at the head of the bathtub. When Jill bent over, Charlie could glance into the mirror over the washbasin alongside the bathtub. Something had caught his eye in its reflection - something that looked like two wide eyes in the mirror. Cora's wide eyes in complete fascination. Her hand was over her mouth as if to stifle a scream or moan.

Charlie could tell Cora had not caught sight of his eyes looking at hers through the reflection of the mirror. Cora's total visual attention was inexorably fastened to the point in Jill's ass where the tip of his prick made contact. Somehow it made it even more pleasurable for Charlie to know Cora was watching. He couldn't help pressing upward until the entire head of his hard, throbbing prick was tightly sheathed in Jill's snug asshole.

"Oooooh, Charlie!" Jill cried out. "That knocked the breath out of me! I thought you were going to let me ..."

Then, "Oh, wow! It ... it ... it's so ... damn, Charlie! There's nerves there like my clit has!"

Watching Cora's awesomely fascinated eyes in the mirror, her little white teeth biting her hand to keep from crying out, Charlie fantasized it was her asshole, as well as Jill's, that his prick was pushing into.

With his hands firmly on Jill's hips and

Jill's head firmly against the tiled wall, she was held virtually captive to Charlie's will. For the sake of pleasing Cora's visual sense, Charlie pushed in another inch of his cock and Jill screamed, not with fright, but with banshee delight.

"Charlie, the clit nerves in my asshole! It's ... oh wow, it's like you're in my cunt and all over my clit all at once, and wonderfully .. . Judas Priest, Uncle Charlie, wonderfully in my asshole! In In! In! In my asshole!"

Defying pain, Jill plunged rearward and downward, causing Charlie's swollen, hard prick to get hung up in her tight asshole about halfway.

"God!" Jill screamed. "I want it!" She churned her ass from side to side. "All of it!" She rocked her ass forward and backward. "Every fucking inch!" She sat up and let all of her lusciously voluptuous weight bear down.

"Oh cripes!" Charlie bellowed as he felt his prick literally pop into Jill's snug asshole. "Judas Priest! It's great!"

"I hurt, Uncle Charlie," Jill said as she fucked his prick with her asshole. "I hurt, but God, Uncle love, what a groovy hurt!"

The ecstasy for Charlie was so dizzying that he failed, at first, to notice Cora kneeling beside the bathtub. He became aware of Cora only when she grasped his balls and felt his total prick with every upward thrust of Jill's frantic ass.

"It's going to be mine, too," Cora dazedly was murmuring. "Peggy promised it wouldn't hurt."

Jill screamed, "I'm coming, Uncle Charlie! Nothing is in my cunt, not touching my clit, but I'm ... I'm ...!"

Jill shuddered from scalp to asshole and churned wildly as the massive throes of orgasm wracked her being and compelled her to pump Charlie's rock-hard cock in and out of her asshole with insane gyrations and the raising and dropping of her total bodily weight as rapidly as possible.

When Jill slumped and virtually wilted into the bubble bath, Charlie knew she had been well tailgated and would compulsively return to him again and again for more of the passionately ecstatic same.

He lifted her ass off his prick and seated Jill back down in the tub. Cora's hand, so suddenly, so brazenly upon his cock, pleasantly startled him. "You didn't," she gasped, "I mean it's still... you didn't?"

"Yes, baby," Charlie said, "it's still hard, and no, I didn't come. That's what's so marvelous about a tight asshole and virgin cunt. I can hold back and enjoy it longer than .. . than in a dripping wet, loose cunt like ... like ..."

Cora cut in, "Peggy's?"

"Hey, baby," Charlie said, "you sure are close to that whore bitch, aren't you?"

"Yes," Cora said. "Close."

"Sucking close?"

"Only once," Cora said guilelessly. "This morning."

"You are close!"

"Enough," Cora said, "for Peggy to tell me you're the only man she knows can break me in without pain or bad memories to hang on to from my first time."

Cora frigged his stiff pride and Charlie was overjoyed he hadn't wasted his come in Jill's asshole with Cora's virgin cunt ready to be turned all woman.

He wasn't sure whether his prick in Cora's hot hand steered her to his bed, of if it was her hand on his stiff, hot cock that did the steering. He lay on his back upon the bed and positioned Cora on her knees above him.

Cora sighed as the head of his prick easily slid into the saucer of her plump cuntal lips. Her cunt was still moist and slick from

Peggy's sucking it, and Daryl's shallow penetrations and ejaculation. Charlie's hands on her ass raised and lowered her cunt gently in an easy, rhythmical cadence so that she felt him go just a hair deeper with each entry of his hard, hot prick into her virgin cunt.

"Don't stop," Cora whispered shyly, "but please don't hurt me, Charlie. But don't, don't stop."

Charlie knew it was odd, at a time like this, he could think back to his first fuck with Peggy. There had been only a few good fucks with Peggy... good ones until he began to find out from Peggy's drunken talk about who had fucked her before him and how those before him fucked her.

Peggy had told him she really didn't enjoy fucking as much as she used to. Her cunt had gotten so big and there was so little feeling inside it any more. She could rarely reach orgasm by being fucked. It had driven her to compulsive masturbation in private. And too, there were few men or women who could suck her clit and cunt long enough to make her come as many times as she needed to be fulfilled.

Charlie was proud he had changed all of that. He had sucked his first cunt when he was twelve, and had developed a staying power with his iron jaw and relentless tongue and lips that was unbelievable.

Once he had sucked Peggy for a continuous two hours. She had claimed to have come at least a hundred times. Peggy had never before said "I love you" to him quite like she had said it during and after that heroically lengthy suck session.

"Ohhhhh!" Cora grunted as Charlie, in his reverie, forgot his dedication to painlessly breaking in as many virgins in his lifetime as he could.

"Sweetheart! Sweetheart! Sweetheart!" Charlie cried out with sincere anguish as he hugged Cora down to him. "I'm so sorry, darling baby."

"Ohhhhh!" Cora grunted, then whimpered, "You almost broke through like a ... a bull or something."

"Hurt, baby?"

"Yes."

"We'll put if off for now, sweetheart," Charlie said. "I want it to be beautiful for you. It's important for it to be that way your first time."

"You're sweet, Charlie," Cora said. "I know you didn't mean to hurt me like that."

By now Charlie had rolled Cora over on the bed beside him and was holding her in his arms as his free hand reassuringly caressed her breasts, belly, thighs and cunt. They could hear Jill dripping upon the bath mat as she towelled herself dry in the bathroom.

May I come in?" Jill asked as she stepped into the bedroom.

"You're in," Charlie chuckled. "Come lie down beside us."

Jill went around the bed to lie down beside Cora.

"Hey," Charlie teased. "What are you afraid of?"

"Honest to God, I loved it, Uncle Charlie," Jill said. "But you still have a hard-on, and I'm not up to seconds ... not just yet. Wow, I'm tender there."

"What a hard-on," Charlie said admiringly as he looked down upon his manhood. "What am I going to do with it? Where," he continued as he looked evilly at the two girls, "am I going to stick it?"

"Oooops," said Jill, "don't look at me."

Cora remained silent, almost afraid to express her impulsive thought. But as if Charlie read her mind, Cora felt his hand softly touch the crown of her head and. gently urge her face down along his body.

Oh, lord! Cora thought, suppose I can't go through with what I'm thinking? Even if I want to just try, suppose he won't let me stop if I... I gag, or something?

Feeling her lips brush the hairs on Charlie's belly, Cora became excited. The stiffer hairs above his prick tickled her nose and lips and somehow heightened her desire to feel his prick between her teeth. The smell of his genitals assailed her nostrils and she suddenly knew why this man, who smelled like a washed animal, had made her nervous in his presence; he exuded the quality of a man who would fuck or suck any woman until she was satisfied, really satisfied.

"Oh dear," Cora whispered as she felt the moist tip of Charlie's hard prick on her generously proportioned lower lip. "Oh dear," she whispered as her thoughts raced back to when Skippy had placed his prick on her lips and she pretended to be asleep ... the drops of come Skippy had left in her hand... the pungent drops she had tasted after Skippy had stolen away back to his room.

"Ooooooh," Charlie moaned as Cora's hot lips brushed the sensitive nerve endings on the head of his cock.

"Oh my," Cora whispered as she tasted a thick drop of Charlie's pre-come ooze. She was shocked to find out how quickly, how easily and without qualms she had sucked the head of his stiff cock into her mouth.

Cora wanted to suck his prick in and out of her mouth in the same frantic cadence she had seen it ramming into Jill's asshole. But she feared she might gag, vomit and spoil the whole sweet act.

Seeming to read her mind again, Charlie pressed her hand to the shank of his prick and curled her four fingers around his throbbing muscle. With her own fingers as a safety gauge, Cora's actions became those instinctively automatic actions of a woman who has never sucked a cock but somehow knows how and is compelled to without reasoning why.

"Jesus!" Charlie cried out with pleasure as Cora sucked the end of his prick rapidly in and out of her moist, full lips.

"Mmmm," Cora sighed at his explosively ecstatic response.

She uncurled one finger and realized tremendously unusual satisfaction to feel his prick going a little deeper into her mouth.

"Whoosh!" Charlie cried out with delight, which made Cora feel compelled to uncurl another finger.

Heavens, she thought, as she felt his prick ram deeper into her mouth. Heavens, what a... a dizzy, groovy sensation!

"Hot damn, honey," Charlie groaned with agonized ecstasy. "I want to ... I'm going to... can I come! Cora, right down your throat! Darling, can I? Can I? Can I!"

Without hesitation Cora affirmed her silent invitation by removing all of her fingers from the root of his pulsating prick. She was madly desirous of eating all of his prick she could! Of drinking every drop of his hot come she could drink!

What insane thing has come over me, Cora thought quickly. His cock's hitting the back of my throat and I don't even gag! I know his come'll be hot, thick, and lots and lots! And still I know it won't choke me! Won't revulse me! What wonderfully crazy thing is sucking sex? What? What? What?

"Balls of fire!" Charlie shouted as his loins crawled. His balls convulsed and his prick trembled as the damned-up come in his guts began to explode out of his hot glands.

Fantastic! Cora thought as the first gob slammed into her throat. His come's easier to swallow than Coke.

"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Charlie whispered, and Cora wanted to say "I know! I know!" as the second gob spurted into her throat in a hot, powerful jet-gush.

Cora swallowed every drop easily, and pumped her head madly to make her full, passion-puffed lips move faster and faster along the shank and hood of Charlie's throbbing cock.

"Damn, baby," Charlie cried out with tortured pleasure, "I'm drained!"

Cora felt Jill's hands upon her face. "There's more, honey," Jill said, "if the books are right."

With his prick still in Cora's mouth, Jill maneuvered in such a way as to take Charlie's balls into her own mouth and knead them gently but firmly with her tongue. Cora felt hot, thin spurts of cream shoot from Charlie's cock into her mouth. She didn't want to swallow these last precious drops. Cora wanted to roll them around in her mouth and give her palate and taste buds a long, delicious chance to savor the animally pungent flavor of this sexy man's love juices.

When the spurts stopped, Jill released Charlie's balls from her mouth and told Cora to suck like a straw. Cora did, and was rewarded with an erotic pleasure strange to her in her young years thus far.

"Gosh almighty!" Charlie cried out when he felt Jill ram her longest finger up his asshole and press it firmly against his prostate gland.

Glory-oh-skee! Cora thought as Charlie's prick not only firmed harder inside her mouth but spurted at least a teaspoonful of thick, hot come into her mouth. Then, just as suddenly, Charlie's prick went totally limp, and in the shrivelling pushed out a few more final drops into Cora's mouth. The liquid was thin, but exciting. Reluctantly, Cora released Charlie's prick from her mouth and swallowed the last of his juices. Charlie was dozing by then.

Jill said, "I'm so hot watching you two. Smelling, hearing, feeling you two. Are you, Cora?"

"Are you getting around to doing something lesbian?" Cora asked frankly.

"No," Jill said quickly, "just some little-girl mutual masturbating like in the auto-erotic practice books."

"Gee, Jill," Cora said. "I never, never thought I could ever, would ever ... I mean like I just did with Charlie. Just fifteen minutes ago I would rather have died than ... than ... well, in my mouth like that with a man's."

"Honey," Jill said as she eased her finger into Cora's cunt, "Charlie's was the first cock I ever sucked, and the first time was this morning. But I was ready for it. I read and practiced on pricky things."

Cora was lying between Charlie and Jill. Her body stiffened and she remained silent and tense.

"Aw," Jill sobbed, "I'm sorry, honey. I've gone and ... and made you disgusted with me. Haven't I?"

Cora exhaled her nervously pent-up breath. "I was surprised," she said softly. "But I guess I'm hot, too. I mean all the things .. . seeing you and Charlie in the tub. What did Charlie ... yes, I guess I'm horny as you."

Jill sighed deeply as she felt Cora's finger hesitantly slip into her cunt. "Isn't it better," Jill sighed, "than fingerfucking our own selves?"

"Your finger feels good," Cora sighed. "Did you ever lesbian love a girl... I mean with your ... your ..."

"Mouth?" Jill said. "Tongue? Like Peggy?"

"Peggy doesn't do it for love," Cora said. "I mean I think she's just a machine thing, like a robot programmed to make love to anyone, anything."

"Ooooh," Jill moaned, "you're going to make me come, honey. Two fingers, that feels freaky good!"

"I'll slow down," Cora said. "Didn't realize I was going at it so ... so enthusiastically."

"Keep me feeling good, doll," Jill said, "but don't make me come before you. Let's go together, huh?"

"Let's " Cora said.

"You ever kiss a girl?" Jill asked. "I don't mean like friends kiss. I mean on the mouth with sexy passion."

"No."

"Me neither. But I think I will if you make me come. Would that bother you?"

"I don't know," Cora said. "I think I'd kiss you when you make me come without thinking if you're girl or what... just that you're making me come ... it's part of love, isn't it?"

They turned to each other suddenly, and hugged unashamedly.

"Hell," Jill said, "if you're making love why ruin it being timid about going all the way?"

Cora began kissing Jill's voluptuous breasts the same way she had always wanted to kiss her own breasts when she fingerfucked herself to sleep lonely nights in the foster homes. But she never could get her breasts up to her mouth. Now she made up for all of that early girlhood frustration by tasting sweet, soft breasts for the first time in her life.

"Oh, Jill darling!" Cora moaned. "Kissing your tits is going to make me come all by itself."

"Oh, Cora, honey," Jill moaned, "it's such a waste with our fingers. Couldn't we ... darling, wouldn't it be sweeter if we ..."

"Oh, darling," Cora sighed, "I'm sure no ... yes, sweeter."

Positioning themselves for their first sixty-nine adventure was awkward through inexperience, and all the more so because of their urgently passionate haste. Finally on their sides with each other's faces buried in the soft, hot apex of each other's thighs, Jill said, "What do we do? Lick?"

"Peggy does this," Cora said quickly as she spread Jill's cuntal lips with her fingers and pushed her tongue into her cunt as far as it could penetrate. Jill moaned with delight and Cora knew she had caught on when Jill's tongue probed into her cunt. Cora licked solidly up the length of Jill's plump cuntal lips, and moaned as Jill did the same to her cunt. Then Cora, as Peggy had done that very morning to her, sucked up the soft flesh around Jill's clitoris and licked the gathering of nerve endings in her mouth.

"Oh heavens!" Jill cried out as her entire being shuddered with the excruciating pleasure of it.

"My stars!"' Cora cried out as Jill's mouth and tongue worked over her clitoris.

"Wild!" Jill cried out. "It's too soon, but I'm... I'm ... I'm coming!"

"Wow!" Cora cried out. "Me, too!"

"Together!"

"Oh gosh, yes, together!"

The world was beautiful for both of them. Not even an aftershock of the big earthquake was noticed as their own guts exploded in the quaking orgasms. Exhausted, they lay in each other's arms. Their mouths were fused in a long elastic kiss. Peeling their lips apart reluctantly, they stared at each other in silence for a long time.

"Peace, darling," one of them said tenderly.

"And love, my sister," was the reply from the other.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Peggy was at the nervous stage in her life, when she felt her heart would stop beating with every knock at her door. Fuzz? A trick she'd rolled? One of any of fifty men who would like to beat her brains out? This time it was Arnie who knocked. Sneaking a peek through the one-way see-through device on her door, Peggy breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was her sister May's ex. "It's so good to see you, Arnie," she said as she swung open the door.

"Long time." Arnie smiled.

"How's things up Brenton way?" Peggy asked as she made sure her door was safely closed and securely locked.

"Hey, what's this?" Arnie exclaimed. "You still locking yourself in like some guy's still after you?"

"Habit, Arnie, I guess. From the old days."

"Hey, did Charlie ever bother you like you wrote in your letter to May?"

"No," Peggy replied, "Charlie's never bothered me. He's just lettin' me sweat. You know, always expecting him to do something bad to me, but knowing he's just holding back till I'm crazy with fear."

"After a year, Peggy?" Arnie said. "Hell, if that hot tempter of his hasn't made him even things up by now, he just ain't interested in revenge anymore. All those naked broads he works around. You think he's thinking of you like he used to when you split the last time?"

Peggy said, "Charlie didn't know where to find me the past year. But I got desperate for some stuff and sent him a message to help me out."

"You still on those fucking pills?" Arnie said with obvious disgust.

"Fuzz's clamped down now," Peggy said as she avoided replying to his rebuke. "Can't even score a roll of reds."

Peggy had poured tequila on the rocks for Arnie as they had been speaking. "Still a tequila hound?" she laughed.

"Bet you are, too," Arnie grinned back at her as she accepted the potent beverage. "Remember that time at Randy's pool, Peg?"

"Oh, yes," Peggy replied, "that's when Charlie was out on a job and told me it was okay to go to the barbecue with May and you. It was going to be a blast!"

"Those were good days," Arnie sighed. "Me and May getting along just swell in our cozy little pad. You and Charlie boy happy in your little old pad."

"Yeah," Peggy laughed. "Charlie was so naive and trusting."

"That's not funny, Peggy," Arnie said bitterly. "Charlie and I were friends until you and May fucked it up."

"So what!" Peggy said coldly. "So I had a couple of tequilas too many, and went to bed with Randy! So Charlie didn't understand! Fuck him! Anyway, the barbecue was good, and Randy wasn't bad!"

"There was Bud, too," Arnie said bitterly. "I always regretted letting May turn our house into a whorehouse for you and Bud, and you and Clay, and you and Brod when Charlie was out on a job."

"I was married to Brod before Charlie," Peggy rationalized.

"Bud?" Arnie said sarcastically. "And the others?"

"Okay," Peggy snorted. "So I wasn't married to them. Serves Charlie right for being so stupid!"

"He trusted you, Peg," Arnie said. "As one of his best friends, I know that. He trusted you right up to the time you went to Brenton and looked up your old ex-pimp Stan. And then shacked with Gino at the same time while Emily was in the hospital."

"Charlie," Peggy scoffed, "was too dumb to know about it then."

"Oh, sure," Arnie shot back, "he wouldn't've believed it then if he knew it all. But your mother, when she was doped up on downers. Remember how she let slip in front of Charlie that Stanley had come down from Brenton to live here and shack up with you like the good old days?"

"What the fuck we bitching about?" Peggy said defensively. "I know what you're here for just's well as you do."

"Skin flute," Arnie grinned warmly. "Remember when the four of us used to get together at May's and my pad. You and Charlie visiting us and everybody was happy together?"

"Yeah." Peggy laughed raucously. "And like you was joking, Arnie. You'd say 'Skin flute, Peggy-belle,' and May and Charlie didn't even know what we were talking about?"

"Yeah, they just laughed along with us," Arnie guffawed.

"Hey, lover," Peggy said after downing her third straight shot of tequila, "when'd I first start skin fluting you, Arnie?"

"When May and I were going together," Arnie replied warmly. "And she got that job, cashier I guess it was, nights at the Villa."

"Oh, yes," Peggy said dreamily, "the Villa..."

"Yeah," Arnie cut in, "that waiter Art. I never liked you fuckin' him while you and I were making it together behind May's back."

"Arthur Knight," Peggy mused. "The Villa. Gee, that seems so long ago."

"Sure, I was cheating on May with you," Arnie said. "But somehow I felt it was a lot wronger for you to cheat on me with that waiter."

"Fuck you, Arnie Reed!" Peggy laughed. "Let's get on with what you always look me up for whenever you find me."

She had zipped him down, now she frigged his prick until Arnie moaned with pleasure. Then Peggy dropped to her knees and said, "I want to feel it get hard in my mouth. A little freaky kick Charlie introduced me to."

Arnie cupped Peggy's face between his hands as she lipped up the head of his prick and sucked in the limp shank of it.

"Oh hell!" Arnie cried out. "I can't help it!"

Peggy felt the thick, hot wad of his come slam into her throat. It had happened so sud- denly that it startled Peggy, and her reflexes caused her throat to constrict. Not able to swallow Arnie's generous sudden emission, Peggy felt it spurt and ooze out the side of her mouth and run down her chin and neck.

Disgusted, Peggy jerked Arnie's limp prick out of her mouth and spat the gob of come that was left in her mouth onto the floor.

"You son of a bitch," she cried out, "the only pleasure I have left, and you didn't even have a hard-on."

"Sorry, Peggy-belle," Arnie said with obvious shame, "I was thinking about my cock in your wonderful mouth so much all the way here.

"It's okay," Peggy said scornfully. "You're not the first john to come in me like a bunny rabbit!"

"John?" Arnie said with obvious hurt. "You talk like I'm ... that all I meant to you ... that I'm just a twenty-dollar trick! I never paid you a cent in all my ..."

'That's it," Peggy cut in. "Maybe I'm sick. But that's all sex has ever meant to me ever since Mama Ginia turned me on for pay. Charlie's the only one ever made me feel, well, like he never was just a john-trick!"

"You're kidding," Arnie said as he sat down hard on the sofa with his limp prick still sticking out of his fly. "You mean ... I mean, hasn't anyone, me, nobody, ever made you feel like a woman? Pay or not, you've always done it like ... like ... like it was pure whoring and nothing else?"

"NO! NO! NO!" Peggy cried out as she flung herself full-length upon the floor. "NO! NO! Don't say that!"

"A whore!" Arnie yelled. "Pay or not! Me! Brod! Stan! Dwight! Clay! Bud! Art! Randy! Daryl! Charlie! How many more? Pay or no pay! A whore? We were just so many tricks! Just johns! You are sick, Peggy-belle!"

"Oh, God help me," Peggy sobbed into the thick pile of the carpet. "Charlie, no! Not a trick! But everyone else! My own father! His brother!"

"Your own father!" Arnie cried out with astonishment. "You didn't miss a fuckin' trick, did you, slut?"

"I need help," Peggy sobbed. "God, how I need help! Don't be hard on me, Arnie! Understand! Please! Someone has to! Someone has to listen to me! Tell me something! What's wrong with me? Anything! Just help! I need help! Please!"

Arnie belted down a good swig of tequila right out of the bottle. He settled on his knees beside Peggy on the floor. "Okay," he said. "I'll help you! I'll make you feel as much a woman as Charlie ever did!" He stripped his trousers and shorts down around his knees and roughly rolled Peggy over on her side. Jabbing his fingers into the hinges of her jaw, he pried her mouth open and shoved in his limp prick.

"You fool," Peggy said as she pulled her mouth away. "You don't have to force me. Don't you see that's been my problem all along? It never took more'n a few bucks or a couple of drinks and I'm a fuckin' pushover!"

She stripped Arnie's trousers and shorts off him and said, "If you want a hard-on to prove something, I'll give you one, you bastard!"

With one hand, she jerked his limp cock. One finger of her other hand went into Arnie's asshole in a rapidly fucking motion. She sucked his balls into her mouth and Arnie gasped with passion as his prick began to harden. In a few minutes Arnie realized maximum erection.

"Okay, all man," Peggy cried out as she released his balls from her mouth. "Make me feel all woman like a dozen others thought they could before you."

"I will, you incestuous lesbian, whore, cocksucker!" Arnie bellowed with challenge and animalistic confidence. He roughly flipped her over on her back, raised her short skirt, ripped down her panties and plunged his rock-hard prick into her hot, wet cunt clear to the hilt.

Arnie grunted, bellowed, stabbed into her body again and again! Rammed! Battered! Probed her cunt with insane fury!

"How's that, you cunt!" he bellowed repeatedly.

"Beautiful, you fuckin' animal!" Peggy cried out with obvious passion. "Come, you big bull of a brute! Stab me! Hurt me! Tear up my cunt with your massive bull prick!"

Peggy's words, her actions, her response, her heavy breathing, her admitting pain from his bull-like, manly onslaught made him feel like the omniscient fucker of all time. As he humped, pumped, and slammed his prick into her cunt, Arnie was certain he had achieved several enormous orgasms.

"You're great!" he cried out with ecstatic pleasure. "My God, you're great! Great! Great! Peggy-belle, you are great! Did you come too?"

"Yes!" she screamed like a wanton bitch in heat. "Oh man, I've never, never come so much before! You are the greatest fuck I've ever had in a long life of fucking!"

Peggy pounded and battered her cunt and ass up to meet every hammer blow his prick hit her with. So wild and proficient were her frenetic actions of cunt, ass, and hips, and the clawing of his back like some oversexed jungle tigress, that Arnie was able to continue fucking for minutes after his prick went limp.

"Now," he said with satisfaction and greatly heightened self-esteem, "you know what it feels like to be an all-woman woman! What it feels like to be fucked by a real animal, all-man man!"

Peggy began to laugh so hysterically that her heaving, convulsing belly literally bumped his torso off her own and onto the floor next to her. "You self-gratified, insipid dope," she screeched with laughter. "You know what Charlie told me after he saw me for what I really am?"

Stunned, Arnie sat up with his bare ass on the carpet. He could only look upon her with great puzzlement.

Peggy went on in her crazy laughing fit. "Charlie said I was the greatest actress in bed he had ever known. All the pro cunts, whores, and talented tramps he's known and I'm the best actress."

Arnie began to find that his vocal chords could work. "You didn't really ... ?" he stammered.

"Come!" she chided lewdly. "Hell no, sucker. I'll bet a prick in my cunt hasn't made me come a half hundred times in thousands of times I've been laid. It took Charlie with a big vibrator in my cunt to get any life out of that old hole of mine and come with something stuck in it!"

Arnie stuttered, "But.. . but... but I made you go wild! I know I... I... I did. Didn't I?"

"I'm a pro, Arnie, sweet. It's my business to get repeat biz by letting every trick believe he was the one all-man man, as you said. Charlie clued in the third time he fucked me and I pulled the jungle-tigress-in-heat bullshit on him."

"Oh, my goodness," Arnie said weakly, "All the skin flute times with you before May caught on ... ?"

"I enjoyed sucking your prick," Peggy said as she got to her feet and gave Arnie a boost up and sat him on the sofa.

She sat on the sofa and poured two belts of tequila. She gave one to Arnie, took one in her free hand to sip, and fondled Arnie's limp prick with her free hand.

"I guess Charlie was right. I'm more man than woman," she said softly. "When I suck a good stiff cock, it's like it's my own I'm sucking. When I hold one like this," she went on as she jerked Arnie's prick, "it's like I'm holding my own prick in my hand. Even one up my ass good and solid, it's like I'm corn-holing my own asshole!" Peggy took a long sip of her drink. Her eyes were hooded slits as she absently frigged Arnie's soft, warm prick. She said hollowly, "It's not that I... I don't know... that I am, or want to be a lesbian. Although it was easy to let Sylvia and Bea turn me on getting sucked when Emily and I visited their apartment late nights. Yeah, I even went to strip shows and drooled over the strippers' bodies."

Peggy went momentarily silent as she tried to really analyze her feelings and attitude.

Arnie asked, "Didn't sex ever mean anything to you? Ever?"

"Yes," Peggy replied. "Before I ever had sex it.. . well, there was so much I could see of it because with Daddy away so much Ginia always was fucking or sucking some guy or other and never bothered to stop me seeing. In fact, I'm sure her knowing I watched gave her freaky kicks. She was always on those dopey downers."

"Sex," Arnie cut in, "only excited you before you had any yourself?"

"No," Peggy said, "now as I recall, I enjoyed some sex. Stan was good, maybe because he copped my cherry. But you know, Arnie, a woman who fucks and sucks so much from her teens - well, I guess they get like a piece of leather. Can't really have any feeling unless, well, some clued-in expert comes along like Charlie."

"Didn't I make you feel anything?" Arnie asked hopefully.

"Mentally, I was sexually aroused, Arnie. But my cunt ... it's so used up, so big ... well, nothing happens when it's fucked by a cock. Only satisfaction I ever felt when I grew up was being sucked. Even then I'd come two or three times and be grateful for just that. But I always know something wasn't completed in me. It's been eating up my guts since I was about fourteen. Now, man, I've spilled my guts twice in a couple of days after twenty-four years ... to you, and a couple of youngsters."

"Talking is good therapy, Peggy-belle," Arnie said. "Keep it up, I'm a good listener."

Suddenly, Peggy remembered a little too much about Arnie. She blurted out, "You're a hypocrite, Arnie baby!"

"What do you mean, Peggy-belle?"

"Going with my sister steady, wanting me to suck your prick. Then living with her like married, and still wanting me to eat your cock!"

"Hey, wait a damn minute, Peggy-belle! My May was no angel, either. Us separating when she got knocked up, I don't know by who no more'n she did. I had surgery to make me sterile just like Charlie did for you so you wouldn't have any more of those miscarriages your fuckin' around always got you. And how about May and Charlie fuckin' around behind my back before you and him started makin' it together. And that lesbian, Jeri, May shacked with like roommates!"

"That fuckin' Charlie!" Peggy said with disgust. "I never knew he made it with my sis!"

"Well, now you know," Arnie gloated. "How'd you think he knew so much about your deep, dark past? No one blabs as much as a woman in bed with a guy after she's been well laid. So I come to you to get my prick licked by a real pro. May never was much good at sucking cock. Guess cunt lappin' was more her style until she had to sucker some guy into giving her kid a name."

"Okay," Peggy said curtly, "so you figured you had good reason to keep stickin' your pecker in my pro mouth. It was still cheating on my sister."

"You," Arnie said, "amaze me. You talk about me cheating as if you never cheated on anyone in your life!"

"That's different," Peggy shot back. "You were like married, even if you weren't really."

"And just what the hell," Arnie cut in angrily, "do you think your arrangement with my buddy Charlie was? A handshaking acquaintance, or something?"

"That's different," Peggy insisted with her typical childlike logic. "You cheated on my sister."

"Damn it!" Arnie blurted out his frustration, "don't you know you cheated on your sister too when my prick was in your mouth just minutes ago, and all the other times in the past when I stuffed your mouth, cunt, and asshole with my cock?"

"That's different," Peggy said with tenacity.

"And sucking your sister, Emily's husband's prick? That's not cheating?"

Sincere in her mistaken logic, Peggy candidly replied, "Emily was in the hospital five nights and Gino was horny. I just did them both a favor. Made Gino's prick satisfied, and kept him from cheating on my sister Emily."

"You're somethin' else!" Arnie exclaimed with amazement. "I suppose going to bed with your own father wasn't cheating on your own mother? And fuckin' your stepfather wasn't?"

"I could tell they wanted me to," Peggy replied with sick candor. "Besides, you're a hypocrite, Arnie, because Charlie was your best friend and you kept getting Randy and me together while Charlie was working and I went with you and May when you played drums on your dance jobs. And you egging me on to drink and dance with your horny musician friends."

"You," Arnie cut in sharply, "are the one who went to bed with them. I only did what I did on account of May nagging me to. She hated Charlie for knowing what she was really like ... I mean from her past, like she wasn't the sweet thing she put on. And she couldn't stand Charlie because he took you away from her, and you couldn't run her all over the place in your car, and be chief babysitter for her, and she couldn't use you any more, like she was the helpless little girl of the family, and you were the strong one. You were so dumb not to see through it. You know what? We used to laugh at you behind your back... is that sister of yours sick? You're all-"

"Don't say it, Arnie!" Peggy cut in threateningly.

Arnie shot back caustically, "Go fuck yourself, Peggy-belle," as he pulled on his shorts and trousers. He went on, "If Charlie was the only one could make you come as much as you needed to, you shouldn't have fucked around with all the others and aced him out of your life.

After he left, Peggy shed crocodile tears of self-despair for a long time before her whore's mind went into gear. She thought, Daryl's just down the balcony, guess I'll look in on him. If I stick with it, maybe I can break him in sucking like an iron jaw that won't let up till I've come a jillion, jillion times.

Cora watched the nude girls and women with embarrassed fascination. It had been one thing, at the height of erotic passion, to expose herself to Charlie and Jill. But it was quite another thing to just take her clothes off to sit around and talk in a group en- counter session with total strangers.

Charlie's front room was spacious and Cora couldn't decide whether to laugh or hide her face when Charlie offered her the contents of a tray of appetizers and delicacies. His dangling cock and swinging balls seemed so out of place in a room where everyone snacked and sipped bits of food and beverages in various postures of sitting and standing. Charlie, so far, was the only male in the group of nudes. There were a half-dozen other females besides Cora.

Charlie sat down beside Cora on the couch. She was somehow relieved that the silver tray covered his naked genitals, and couldn't help wondering if the tray felt cold on his bare sexual accoutrements.

"Getting more comfortable now, Cora?" Charlie asked.

"Not really," she said softly. "I just don't know what I'll do when ... when the ... the men here get all naked."

"Ever hear of nudist colonies?" Charlie asked.

"Of course."

"Well," Charlie said, "my encounter group is sort of like that."

"Gee, Charlie," Cora said shyly, "no matter how you pitch it, I know I can't just take my clothes off like that... just like it's nothing."

"Don't have to, love," Charlie said kindly as he rose from the couch. "No one forces anything on you that you don't want to do at these get-togethers."

As Charlie walked away to offer more snacks to the others, Cora giggled silently when she saw how hair grew around his bare, lean ass. Except for two girlfriends Jill had phoned, girls she had known from her trips down to Los Angeles before, the other girls were bottomless dancers at the Candy Ass Room which Charlie managed for his boss, Trisha.

Two hundred a week! Cora thought. Wonder if I could ever get up enough nerve to dance bottomless? Two hundred a week! Phew! Her various foster parents had been lucky to realize incomes of ninety to a hundred a week to support the whole family with.

Her heart nearly stopped when Cora saw the bronzed, tow-headed youth come into the room. "Skippy!" she blurted out

He stopped and looked at her as though trying to remember. "Hey, right on," he said suddenly as his entire face broke into a broad smile.

Approaching her, he asked Cora if she minded if he sat next to her.

"Long's you keep your clothes on," she giggled nervously. Then she asked how his parents were.

He said, "Fine," very quickly and seemed to try to be searching for something in her eyes.

Cora looked away from his eyes and downward to the pattern on the rug.

"Damn it," Skippy whispered without invective.

"What, Skip?" Cora asked softly.

"Oh, nothing," he sighed. "It's just... well, that night I crept into your attic room like a sneak thief..."

Cora felt her face flush crimson.

"I knew it," Skippy said in a tone of self-rebuke. "You weren't really asleep, were you, Cora?"

"You were only fifteen, Skippy," Cora said softly, as if to forgive.

"Cora, dear," Skippy said frankly, "I'd do it again right today, except I'd wake you up and-"

"Don't, Skip," Cora said softly. "Please don't talk about it."

"Damn, honey," Skippy said, as he took her nearest hand, "it wasn't as though you were my sister or half-sister. You were just a boarder in my folks' home. Just a foster home is all."

"I," Cora said hesitantly, "was beginning to feel sort of like you were my brother. Kicking around from foster to foster. God, how I wanted a sister, a brother. I wanted one so much. Then after that night you did that... well, I just realized there was no sense hoping for the impossible. I'd just knock around from one foster to another until someone like you, or a foster father... well, took advantage of me for sex."

Skippy opened his mouth to speak, but Charlie's voice interrupted him: "Meeting come to order," he called pleasantly.

"Can't be a pooper," Skippy told her apologetically. She knew what he meant when she heard the sounds of his garments being removed by his hands.

"Kids," Charlie said, "the new people are Jill and her friends Elva and Claire. The shy one over there is Cora. Skippy is no newcomer to encounter groups but it's his first time in this one."

"Charlie Kray," a voice behind Cora was saying, "tell the truth, man. This is encounter. Remember?"

"Okay," Charlie's voice said. "I knew Peggy was an ex-whore when I fell in love with her. She as much as told me so herself, except she never mentioned getting paid for it."

"There's no such thing as an ex-whore," a woman's voice behind Cora said. "No more than there is such a thing as an ex-alcoholic. One drink is too many, a thousand isn't enough."

"Yeah," a male voice behind Cora came in, "Whores! One lay is too much, a thousand's not enough."

"Okay," Charlie's voice behind Cora cut in defensively. "I fell in love with a chronic whore, knowing she was a chronic whore? Is that what you wanted to hear from me, you bastards?"

"Don't get hot, Charlie boy," someone else said. "These encounter group things are to help, not humiliate. The motto on the sign you printed yourself says, "See yourself as others see you,' right?"

Jill goaded, "Well, Charlie? As others see you?"

"Yes, Peggy cheated on me. And yes, the thing that's most damaged on account of it is my male ego ... pride."

"Good boy, Charlie," one of the men said.

"Finally dragged it all out of you, you proud bastard."

"Wait," Charlie smiled as he suddenly regained his composure, "till we get to you and your cheating old lady, John."

"Glad I stole your gun, Charlie?"

"Yes, John," Charlie replied. "I'd be on death row right this minute if you hadn't taken it from my closet."

"Peggy wouldn't have been worth it, Charlie."

"I realize that now, John."

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Admit it, you bitch!" Erma shrieked.

"It wasn't like that!" Peggy yelled back at Erma.

"It was too, you whore!" Charlotte screamed.

"Oh, God!" Peggy cried out as she covered her face with her hands. "Everybody yelling at me! My head's spinning!"

"Let up, girls," Ginia cut in. "You're pressuring my baby too much."

"Baby!" Erma snorted scornfully. "Whore, you mean. Didn't you entice my Dwight to a fuckin' motel?

"And my Charlie," Charlotte cut in emotionally. "Seduced him like the old whore she is just when we were patching up our marriage?"

"Girls," Ginia pleaded. "Let up on my Peggy-belle. Please." Placing her arm around her daughter's shoulders to comfort her, Ginia went on, "Peg and me didn't realize how vicious an encounter group could turn. I thought it was to help confused people."

"Okay," Erma sighed, "we've screamed at her enough. Right, Charlotte?"

"I guess," Charlotte replied with obvious reluctance. "I guess yelling at Peggy, well, it helped me too. I feel some relief getting it all out and on the table in plain sight."

"Oh, God, Mama," Peggy moaned in misery. "Those kids ... don't know why I let 'em talk me into this ... this traumatic thing. I've got to lie down, I feel so weak and dizzy. I could ... could ... break down and really cry!"

Trisha rose from the circled pillows on the floor upon which the group had seated themselves. She was built voluptuously and looked far younger than her thirty-five years. She said in a provocatively husky voice, "That's where it's at, Peggy. Where we were trying to get you to do ... cry. Really crying like a real woman."

"Peggy never cries," Ginia said defensively as she rose to her feet and helped her daughter up. "She's always been too strong for that... The strong one in the family."

Peggy lay back upon the huge bed in Trisha's bedroom. It had been the first time in her life she had ever really cried with sincerity. She couldn't remember ever being so thoroughly, yet pleasantly exhausted.

Her mother, Ginia, lay beside her. She said, "Reminds me of the old days with Stanley. The three of us in his bed, you putting on your crying act when he found his money missing ... us rolling him like that."

"It wasn't an act this time, Mama-dove."

"You really cried, Peggy-belle?"

"I think I've never felt so good, Mama, since before you broke me in tricking your johns."

"God damn it, Peggy," Ginia yelled, "what's happened to you the last few months? The way you say how I broke you in like I did something terrible to my own daughter. We got along good doing what we had to to get by."

"Oh, come on, Mama," Peggy said as she sat up on the bed. "You were just prick happy. Don't you think I remember? Every time Daddy went on his selling trips you couldn't get enough guys in bed with you!"

"Your own mother!" Ginia said as she forced a sob.

"You're pretty good at the crying act yourself, old gal," Peggy said.

"Oh, shit!" Ginia exploded.

"Right, Mama," Peggy shot back, "your crying act's a lot of shit!"

"You should talk about me cheating on father," Ginia retorted. "Didn't you cheat on your husband?"

"Oh shit," Peggy sighed. "What's the use of us bitching at each other. Our style was fucking, sucking for money, or not. Just one big long suck-fuck trip. And born to cheat on our men."

"I don't like my own baby accusing me of turning her out to whoring when you took to it so good right off like you was born to it!"

"Okay, Mama-dove," Peggy sighed. "Let's forget it."

"I can't," Ginia cut in. "Not the way you been accusing how if it wasn't for your own mother you'd grown up good'n pure!"

"Okay, Mama," Peggy sighed. "It's over, done with, too late, and all that shit!"

"You'll see someday," Ginia said spiteful- ly.

"Oh, hell," Peggy snorted. "Let's get some rest before we go through the next group session."

As she lay there listening to her mother's deep snores, Peggy recalled the few chances in her life in which she could have been true to one man, to really live a respectable, secure, normal life with one partner.

She thought: Charlie was right. I should have stayed with Brod, stayed as a housewife before it was too late. Brod and I, we almost made it after I got in the cocktail waitress game, and he worked for the electric company. Yeah, we almost made it. But Charlie was right: I'm a born tramp. My best friend Erma, I just couldn't help fucking her Dwight. Then my other girl friend, I fucked her Clayton ... then Bud that my sister May came up with ... oh, Jesus, my own sister, Emily's Gino! Then May's lover, Arnold! Oh, Christ, then Brod's friend Charlie. God, I can't even remember how many there were. But Stanley Holmes, guess I'll always remember him, the first man to cop my cherry. It was the year I began menstruating ...

"Stanley," Peggy sighed softly. "Oh, sweet Stanley. I could have stopped with you and been a decent, secure one-man woman. But you had to turn out to be a pimp ... you and Mama Ginia together! What chance did I have ... especially Mama letting me live alone with Wilbur, a grown man, and me just a teen, snot-nose kid with an eager cunt and no sense of morals!

Not certain of her exact age when Stanley changed her from virgin to whore, Peggy pic- tured herself around fourteen. Ginia had been entertaining Stanley in the parlor over cheese, crackers, cold cuts, and Cuba Libres. He had been Ginia's latest boyfriend, that is while Ginia's husband was away on his selling trips. Peggy had been in her bedroom, listening to mysteries on the old Majestic radio ... listening to the radio, but also listening to Ginia and Stanley. She knew her mother's routine ... get high on booze, then steer her current lover to bed.

"Darling," Ginia had said when she entered young Peggy's bedroom. "Stanley thinks it would be fun if he could see you dance the shimmy the way I taught you."

"With the black fringe panties?" Peggy asked. "And no other clothes on?" "Without the panties this time," Ginia said.

"Okay, Mama, if you say so."

It was to be Peggy's first time to appear totally nude in front of any man other than her father and stepfather. When Peggy had been twelve or so, Ginia had taught her some really sensual, hip-swinging dance routines. Then Ginia had made her daughter, Peggy, at age thirteen, put on some brief, black bikini panties, with a long fringe, and ordered her to dance in front of naked old men.

Later, Ginia explained to her daughter that the sight of a ripening young virgin doing the shimmy and shakes helped to "arouse" the old duffers.

Ordinarily, Mama Ginia would dismiss Peggy when the old duffers' pricks began to erect through the visual stimulus of young Peggy's gyrating body, plus Ginia's able hands and lips alternately frigging and sucking cock.

"Jesus!" Stanley had exclaimed with lusty appreciation as Ginia led young Peggy into her bedroom and lay down beside him to fondle his prick. "Is that child only fourteen? Looks like she's a grown woman!"

"Do your dance, Peggy-belle," Ginia coaxed as she jerked off Stanley's cock.

Peggy began the routine her Mama Ginia had so painstakingly taught her. She was puzzled, however, because Stanley's prick was already hard and sticking straight up out of her mother's fist.

"Stanley wants to be extra ready," Ginia told her daughter. "Because he wants something special."

Stanley was groaning and moaning as Ginia frigged the shank of his cock and sucked the head of it, all the while Peggy danced all around the bed with her budding breasts swaying and her bare ass undulating.

"Christ! I'm ready!" Stanley bellowed. "Christ, how ready!"

Peggy's dance slowed down as she watched in awe how Stanley roughly positioned her mother on her knees and knelt behind her upon the bed. With frantic haste, Stanley grabbed an open jar of Vaseline from the bedside table and jammed the head of his prick into its slick contents.

Peggy froze to the spot, waiting for her mother to dismiss her, but Ginia simply went down, with her breasts flattened upon the mattress, her plump ass sticking up for easy access. Having heard about dog fashion fucking, Peggy waited to see Stanley's stiff prick disappear into her mother's cunt from behind.

Peggy wondered if Mama Ginia, caught up in the mood "of erotic passion, had forgotten she was there, but when Peggy's eyes caught her mother's eyes looking at her, she knew Mama Ginia was fully conscious that she was still there, and Peggy sensed her mother wanted her to stay and watch. Peggy gasped, and wanted to warn Stanley that he was going into the wrong place, but Ginia had already backed up on Stanley's hard-on and taken half of it into her asshole with a deep moan of pleasure.

Peggy could see the jellied Vaseline sliding along the slowly penetrating shank of Stanley's prick. She felt a twitch, and churning inside of her own asshole as Stanley's stiff cock disappeared all the way into her mother's asshole.

"Jesus!" Ginia grunted as she gyrated her ass while Stanley withdrew the probe of his prick.

"Uhhhh!" Ginia grunted as Stanley rammed into her asshole with frightening violence.

"My piles," Ginia groaned. "Don't go gettin' rough, bringin' 'em back."

"Can't stop now!" Stanley grunted as he began to ram his stiff cock in and out of Ginia's plump ass.

"You promised!" Ginia cried out in pain. "I'll never trust you again ... again ... oh, God, you're ... it hurts, Stanley!"

Ginia lunged forward on the bed, and Peggy gasped as Stanley's glistening, slick prick popped out of her mother's asshole with a noisy pop. Quickly he knelt over Ginia with his face above her cunt, and his prick above her eager mouth. She grasped the cheeks of Stanley's ass and pulled his prick into her lasciviously eager mouth.

"Weird," Stanley muttered, "but exciting," as he stuck his tongue as deeply as possible into Ginia's cunt, then lapped up the length of it.

Peggy, as she watched with awe, wasn't sure if the icy coating in her stomach was fear, or the chill of some strange expectancy that someday she'd be violated with the same way as to no longer be a virgin.

CHAPTER NINE

"Hey, man," Charlie said haltingly, marijuana smoke glazing his eyes, "at first I wasn't so sure I was glad you fell in."

"Just for old times' sake," Arnie said on the exhale of fumes from his own puff of pot. "Had to fall by and blow one more session, baby."

"One more session," Charlie sighed. "Story of my life."

Charlie sat in a semi-sprawl on the floor. He was stark naked, as was Arnie, who lay flat upon his back upon the deep pile of the rug. Arnie passed his lighted reefer to the nude young woman who lay beside him.

"Thanks, sport," Willa, the bottomless dancer said mockingly. "Can you spare a whole half-inch of it?"

"Sorry," Arnie said. "First joint I've had in weeks. Just got carried away."

"Shit," Willa cut in as she stretched like a lazy jungle cat, and yawned. "You puffed the whole fuckin' stick like you haven't lit up for years. You really hogged it, man."

Her friend, Neda, lay naked, face down between Charlie's thighs. "This is lush grass," she moaned with satisfaction.

"Have a drag, then." Charlie said as he lifted her chin from his groin with one hand, and fitted the wet end of his marijuana cigarette between her puffed lips.

"I feel sucky, Charlie, honey," Neda sighed languidly as she moved the muscles in her voluptuously proportioned body.

"Honey," Charlie said with a mock sigh of fatigue, "I just gave your sweet cunt an hour of jaw and tongue."

"I'm sleepy, Charlie," Neda said as she sucked his prick into her mouth and began to dope off into a shallow sleep on his naked thighs.

"You're a scatterbrain, sweetie," Charlie said affectionately as he stroked her hair with loving care. Go sleep, sleep, but don't bite."

Charlie wanted to rouse Neda so she would lay her sweet, soft, hot mouth on his horny prick. But Neda was so deeply asleep by now, Charlie decided to get his jollies watching Arnie fuck with Willa. He remembered the great head Willa gave him, and almost felt a pang of jealous resentment at the possibility that Willa would suck Arnie's prick too.

As Charlie dragged deeply on a newly lighted joint, he remembered his tender, first fuck with his virgin niece, little Jill...

Charlie had nearly gone mad with his lust for his provoking, prick-teasing niece. Ever since the time she had rubbed her little cunt upon his thigh as he was having a discussion with her father, Charlie had wanted her.

She had literally dragged her hot little twat along his bare thigh. He'd been wearing Bermuda shorts and could feel her slithering little ass hiking up the right leg of the short pants. Her little girl panties had been brief and the cotton evidently worn thin from her numerous, daily hobby horse "rides."

Charlie had never touched a little girl's cunt up to that time, and he was warmly startled at how plump and hot it felt as it hugged his upper thigh and seemed to become one with his own heated flesh as Jill dragged it slowly forward, then backward.

Later, when he thought about the experience, Charlie tried to tell himself Jill hadn't known what she was doing ... hadn't meant anything sensual. But then there had been other visits to his brother Doug's pad.., visits during which little Jillie, when her daddy was out of the room briefly, would deliberately hug Charlie's hips, and encourage his leg into her crotch with irresistible little churns and bumps. She'd cover by cooing, "You're so nice. I just love my Uncle Charlie."

He began to rationalize that if little Jillie would fall victim to his sexual lust it was exactly what she had been asking for. Charlie worried less and less about Jill, and more and more about his brother Doug... Doug was ten years his senior and had more than once whipped his ass in fist fights, and rough-house wrestling. -

It was five years later that Doug had come upon Charlie and Jill "fooling around," and had given Charlie the beating of his life. But it was a year before that Charlie and Jill entered into a secret series of fucking affairs which lasted one beautiful year before Doug's brutal beating.

It had been on the eve of Jill's fourteenth birthday when Doug's mixed-up, estranged wife got the urge to make one of her periodical phone calls to Doug.

"Couldn't we try again, Doug?" she had said.

Pretending to go along with it, Doug had told her sure, sure, they could try again. "Your place or mine?"

As things resolved, Doug hung up the phone on his estranged wife, Margaret, and took his brother to one side. "Margaret's got hot pants again," he told Charlie. "Guess she's run out of studs to service her. Same old shit. She says let's try again."

"Margaret's up to that again?" Charlie asked without surprise.

"Oh, well," Doug reasoned. "What with me having custody of Jill, I don't get a chance to go cruising bars for fucks anymore, like you do, you lucky bachelor bastard."

"I get it," Charlie teased. "Big brother's got a hard-on jackin' off's not good enough for."

"Well," Doug said, "least it'll be some kind of fuck. Margaret never was much good on her back."

"Okay," Charlie said. "Hope Jill's not disappointed."

"What's that mean?"

"Hell, Doug," Charlie replied, "you know damn well... tomorrow's Sunday. Right?" "Right!"

"Man, you ain't going to show up to take her out."

"Will you take her, Chuckie brother?" Doug asked.

"Ask her if it's okay."

Jill replied with enthusiasm to her father's question. "Of course. Uncle Charlie'll take good care of me, Daddy." She added, with a tease in her voice Charlie prayed Doug would not notice, "Won't you, Uncle Charlie, take real good care of your own little Jillie girl?"

As soon as they heard Doug's car burning rubber down the street, Charlie felt the first touch of Jill's hot hand on the bulge of his prick beneath his tight trousers... the night was ahead of them, all of it, and Sunday.

"Happy birthday, Jill darling," he had said with frightened reverent awe to the child who had suddenly become a woman.

"I love it! I love it! I love it!" Willa cried out as she churned her hips and cunt around and upward to meet every inch of every thrust of Arnie's hard prick spearing into her hot, moist depths.

"God damn it, you're good," Arnie grunted appreciatively as he slammed his throbbingly hot manhood in and out of Will's cunt. At his age, it had been years since Arnie had fucked any woman under thirty-five years of age. "Oh, God!" he cried out, "I'd forgotten how snug and firm a young cunt

... how ... how ... oh God, Willa! I can't describe ..."

"Fuck!" Willa growled boldly. "Just fuck me great!

"Jesus!" Arnie cried out as he felt how the firm tissue ridges inside of Willa's young cunt grasped his swollen prick so snugly; it felt like a thousand tight mouths were working the length of his hard-on from head to root.

"Fuck me!" Willa growled again as she contracted the muscles in her snug, young cunt, responding to Arnie's prick as it slid in and out of her hole.

"Oh, fuck me good, lover man," Willa growled deliciously as she slid her thighs up along Arnie's ribs. "I love every fuckin' inch of your sweet prick in my body!"

Arnie had never fucked a woman so totally and vulnerably spread before him. He sensed what Willa's elevated thighs meant and quickly ducked his arms under each in turn until her legs were over his shoulders and encircling his neck.

"Oh Jesus!" he cried out as he felt his prick penetrate deeper into the lushly tender, hot young cunt.. . deeper than it had ever gone into any woman's cunt before. It was all the more exciting to his senses when he remembered how sloppy Peggy's big cunt always was, and what a dead-ass his May had been.

"Ooooops, lover," Willa growled as his prick popped out of her cunt because of his frenetically increased tempo. She added, "Cool it, baby. Keep it in where it belongs."

Arnie shuddered when he felt Willa's hot, young hands grasp his prick to steer it back into her cunt, then cup his balls to hold his cock deep and motionless inside of her for a moment.

"Easy, baby," she soothed. "You're not fuckin' some over-eager old broad."

Arnie had always been amazed that women May's and Peggy's age tried to set a fucking tempo that increased with their desperate efforts to try for orgasms. Peggy especially was that way. She'd buck and hump and set up such a rapid pace with her hips that it seemed too professional ... too whorish.

Arnie felt no shame that it was finally a young girl who was teaching how to really fuck after all these years.

"Ease in, lover," she coaxed throatily, "like it's precious and breakable."

Arnie withdrew his rock-hard prick until the sensitive head of it rested barely within the soft saucer in the opening of Willa's tender, snug cunt.

"Now," Willa sighed deeply, "ease in as if you were doing a virgin you really love and wouldn't hurt."

"Oh, God," Arnie moaned with new pleasure as he realized what he had been missing by using his prick like a dog in heat with the bitch setting up a too fast-paced tempo.

"It's intellectual fucking," Willa sighed.

Arnie knew what the young, lush girl meant when he pushed his throbbing, hot prick slowly into her sweet, tight cunt. "Jesus," he moaned, "my six-incher feels two feet long and a foot thick."

"Whores have been teaching you," Willa teased as she held his bare ass so his withdrawal would be measured and leisurely voluptuous for both of them.

"Jesus, God," he moaned as he felt how much more responsive the head and flange of his prick was as it slowly dragged out. "A mile of sweet friction," he sighed with ecstatically prolonged agony.

"For me, too," Willa sighed.

Sinking slowly back into Willa's superheated, sweet, snug cunt, Arnie gasped, "Honey, I'm ... Jesus, I'm going to ... to ... to - "

"Come?" Willa growled animalistically.

"But ... but ... but ..." Arnie gasped with reverent awe.

"Different?" Willa sighed. "You know it's going to be different this time?"

"Oh, yessssssss," Arnie moaned.

He began to tremble as he slowly eased his prick in, then almost out of her sweet, tight cunt. "Not..." he sighed, "not... not like ... like a quick shot... not all at once."

Arnie shuddered as he felt his orgasm begin with his prick imbedded deeply with her snug, soft, hot depths. "It's just ... just... oh God, darling ... just easing out slow ... long ... lots ... a flood ... but taking time... not a sudden shot-bog and all over ... in ... in ... a ... a ... flash."

Arnie lay upon her, hugging her tender young thighs, his prick motionless in her cunt, slowly, deliriously leisurely oozing out his thick hot creamy honey. "A quart at least," he sighed with unbearable pleasure.

"Me too," Willa sighed.

Watching them, with his prick suddenly hard in the sleeping Neda's mouth, Charlie knew Willa lied to enhance Arnie's pleasure when she indicated she too had reached orgasm. He already had been through it with Willa, and knew it took a hell of a lot more than one session with a man's prick in her, and a lot more than just one suck to get her gun off.

Charlie determined not to get too drunk tonight on his job as manager at Trisha's Candy Ass Room, where both Neda and Willa worked as bottomless dancers. His driver's license had already been suspended for drunk driving, making it somewhat of an inconvenience for one of the girls to drive him home after two A.M.

Willa, and Neda took turns driving him to and from work, since they lived close by. But tonight Neda would have to play the chauffeur role for all since Willa's car was being repaired. Willa would be hot for a good sucking after her stimulating experience with Arnie. And Neda expected to sleep with him tonight after work. Charlie hoped he'd have the strength to satisfy both of the young girls in the ways they most needed to be satisfied.

Willa was saying to Arnie as they lay in each other's arms on the rug, "Just make love to every woman like she was a virgin you really love and wouldn't hurt."

Charlie's prick grew even harder in Neda's hot, moist mouth as he again remembered his once virgin niece, Jill. Neda stirred from her sleep and lazily sucked his prick. Her tight mouth felt much like Jill's virgin cunt had on her fourteenth birthday.

Somehow, it seemed that Charlie seldom had his prick in a woman's cunt, or mouth, without thinking and fantasizing about that first sweet fuck with virgin Jill.

CHAPTER TEN

Charlie could still hear his brother Doug's car speeding away down the street toward his assignation with his estranged wife, Margaret. Charlie shuddered from asshole to scalp as Jill's hand squeezed harder on the bulge of his cock beneath the cloth of his trousers.

"Can I see, Uncle Charlie?" she asked coyly.

"Jill, you're only thirteen," he groaned as she stroked the outline of his hardening prick. Want me to go to jail... twenty years ... ruin my life?"

"They don't have to know," Jill said logically. "And I wouldn't tell. Would you?"

"Oh God, child," Charlie groaned. "Don't! Oh, God, don't tease."

"I'll be fourteen in five hours," Jill said as Charlie forced himself to remove her hot hand from his bulging manhood.

"Oh, Jill dear," Charlie groaned as he held her away from him. "Honest to God, I really want to. When your father was still here, I knew that when he left I was going to ... well, do what you been teasing for... driving me crazy to do to you for these long years. But now we're really alone, I'm ... I'm-"

"Scared?" Jill said throatily. "Uncle Charlie, I'm scared too. But I'm more ... well, in me there's a feeling that makes me know I need you ... just like in the film."

"Film?" Charlie asked as a sick, cold feeling came over his stomach.

"With Candy Cane," Jill said.

"You saw that?" Charlie cried out emotionally. "How?" Your father wouldn't show - "

"He didn't," Jill giggled as she knelt up on the couch and pressed her face flush upon Charlie's belly. Beneath his see-through shirt, he could feel her hot breath on his bare skin, and the moist heat of her tongue darting into a gap between his shirt buttons.

Reaching for Jill's hand with both of his hands to push her away, Charlie couldn't help first pulling her face tightly to him before pushing her away. "Jillie," he pleaded. "Sit down and let me cool off."

"For my birthday," Jill said candidly, "I want what you did to Candy Cane in the film."

"Sit down," Charlie said hysterically as Jill managed to suck his nipple through the sheer cloth of his see-through shirt.

"Candy did that too," Jill giggled, "and that made you squirm and do wonderful things to her."

"Sit down!" Charlie ordered gruffly. "Damn it! Sit down, Jill, or I'll spank you."

"I dare you," Jill teased. "You'll be surprised if you try."

"God damn it, girl," Charlie said angrily, "sit down or I swear I'll paddle your backside good."

Jill bit his other nipple hard with a quick snakelike dart of her head under his arm.

'That did it! Damn it!" Charlie cried out with frustrated anger as he charged around from behind the couch and grabbed Jill roughly by the shoulders.

In a flash, he was seated upon the edge of the couch with Jill belly down across his lap. He raised her miniskirt and gasped, "My Gawd! Oh, Jesus Christ!"

"When Daddy was on the phone," Jill said teasingly, "I knew he was going to Mama again to get relieved. That's when I knew he'd stick you with me ... all... all alone. So I took 'em off."

"You don't have any underwear on!"

Charlie gasped as he realized that Jill's sweet mounds of ass were very grown up, indeed.

"I just told you," Jill said as she provocatively mashed and churned her budding, voluptuous breasts into the hot flesh of his thigh, "that I took my panties off when I knew we'd be alone."

"You don't have any underwear ...!"

Jill cut in, "You already said that, Uncle Charlie. And I already told you. Even my bra is off."

"Jill, you don't have any ... !"

"You said that, Uncle..." But Charlie's mouth suddenly down upon a sweet cheek of her bare ass brought fof*th a pleasantly startled, "Oh!" from her throat. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, I always remember you doing that to Candy in the film! And I wonder how it made Candy feel. I mean, I knew it must make her feel good all over."

Charlie rolled Jill over on her back upon his lap and pressed his mouth hungrily into the tender flesh of her slightly mounded belly.

"Oh, my," Jill sighed in a woman's voice away ahead of her thirteen years. "You did that to Candy Cane too."

Jill couldn't help squirming and bucking her hips and ass when Charlie's tongue traced a long, wet track into the tender plump valley between her crotch and her thigh.

"Uncle Charlie," she moaned from deep within her body, "let's watch your film with Candy Cane. Exciting! That's what it'll be, my first time seeing it all with you."

"All right, darling, darling Jill woman."

"Oh, my," Jill moaned, "you finally called me woman. I'm going to be, aren't I, sweet Charlie-uncle?"

"I'm afraid," Charlie groaned as he helped her off his lap. "Oh, God, I'm afraid, but I know I won't be able to... to hold back! Don't want to! Can't! Can't! Can't!"

Dizzy and flushed, Charlie used the time it took Jill to go to her father's closet to get the film and motion-picture projector, to take deep breaths and try to organize his disturbing thoughts and restless desire.

I can't, he told himself over and over, I shouldn't! My own niece!

As she set up the projector with the lens facing a white wall, Jill said excitedly, "When I was nine, Daddy had some men over for poker. I was supposed to be asleep. They had a lot of beers when they played cards - "

Charlie watched Jill's maturing young body move with sensual voluptuousness beneath her miniskirt and jersey pullover.

No! he kept telling himself. I mustn't! She's just a child! Really doesn't know what it's all about! It's just a fascination for her uncle! Just a girlish fixation of a romantically daydreaming little girl.

Charlie was certain it was deliberate on Jill's part when she bent too far over to feed the film through the projector, which rested upon a coffee table. She did it deliberately to let her short skirt hike up and give him a sense-staggering look at her sweetly mounded globes of young, tender, sweet ass.

She looked over her shoulder and smiled sweetly when she caught him looking at the stark nakedness of her voluptuous, sweet backside.

"I couldn't sleep that night," Jill went on. "Daddy's pals were making so much noise ... too drunk, I guess, to remember I was trying to sleep."

Charlie drooled mentally when he saw how her budding breasts strained against the snug, thin jersey of her pullover. He was only vaguely conscious that Jill was relating that her daddy had told the card-playing, beer-drinking buddies that they didn't know his kid brother, Charlie, was a movie star. Then Doug had set up the projector and began showing the one stag film Charlie had "acted" in on drunken impulse. It had been an impromptu incident when Charlie had been seduced by a couple of strippers, one of whom also "acted" in stag films. He had been intermission piano bar entertainer at a strip joint called the Broady Shop.

Jill, at age nine, had been curious about the kind of lewd language the men were using as her father ran the film. She had gotten out of bed and secretly spied upon the proceedings.

"That's Carole Chastity," her father was telling his buddies. "Look how scared Charlie looks, haw, haw, haw!"

Jill looked at the screening of the stag film with great excitement. She had almost blurted out, that's my Uncle Charlie, but caught herself in time as she realized how strict her daddy had always been about his nine-year-old little girl getting her full night's sleep.

"There you were, Uncle Charlie," Jill giggled as she stooped very, very low to plug in the projector and blow Charlie's sensual mind. "All naked with no clothes on and that Carole Chastity woman playing with your ... your ... you know ... with her hand."

Watching Jill as he licked his lips, Charlie remembered that Candy Cane had run the movie camera while Carole had jerked his prick. But that was as far as Carole would go in front of a camera. Later, it turned out, Carole knew all the tricks and loved to use them all. When his prick had gotten good and hard, Carole went off camera to take over operating it, while Candy Cane had come on camera to engage in the sex part of the film.

Jill cut into his reverie by snapping on the motion-picture projector. Charlie pulled Jill down on the couch beside him while the leader portion of the film ran through the projection. The handprinted title flashed onto the white wall: "Candy Cane and Charlie's Living Cane." Corny, Charlie thought, but it told the story.

On the improvised screen the wall served to be, Candy dropped to her knees and sucked Charlie's prick into her mouth. Just as her head was becoming a blur of sucking motion, dark brown spots replaced the pictures on the wall.

Charlie guessed that Doug, and whoever he showed the film to, must have kept the sucking part of the film on slow motion too long, and the five hundred watt projection bulb had burned the frames.

Without realizing it, Charlie had removed Jill's skirt, and caught himself working on the hook, and zipper of her pullover. "I'm sorry, Jill," he said quickly.

"Oh, don't say anything you don't mean," Jill said as she pulled her pullover off and dropped it upon the floor.

Unable to resist her butterscotch-like, natural odor, and the radiant heat of her young body next to him ... unable to withstand what her deep breathing and touch of her hair upon his cheek did to his primitive, unreasoning sensual senses, Charlie zipped down his fly impulsively.

The brown burnt spots on the film continued to skip on the white wall, and Charlie wondered if the part where he came in Candy's mouth, and all the come oozed out of the corners of her mouth as Candy kept sucking it out of his glands, was still on the film, or had it been burnt off too.

One floor lamp lit up Jill's face as he stole a sidelong glance at her. Charlie thought he witnessed some indecision on Jill's face, and in the way her hand fluttered toward his fly, then back to her lap again and again.

"Oh, my sweet Uncle," Jill sighed as her hand ignored her indecision and darted into his open fly and onto his awakening cock.

"Oh, Jesus!" Charlie groaned as Jill's hot little fingers worked his half-hard cock out of the fly of his shorts and through the zip-pered down opening of his trousers. "Oh, God!" he moaned as he felt her little fist close over his cock and clumsily try to jerk him off.

"This is what Carole did to you in the film," Jill whispered. Her voice, in contrast to her previously bolder attitude, was weak and shy.

"I'm scared, Uncle Charlie," she said, "but I want to be like Carole and Candy."

Charlie couldn't help move his hips up and down to fuck his niece's hot little hand. "Oooooh," he groaned as he reached down to free his balls and loosen his trousers clasp at the beltline.

When the portion of the film which wasn't burned flashed vividly upon the white wall, it showed Charlie lying on his back in the motel in which the stag picture had been filmed. The bed was covered with a floral print spread. Candy leaned over him and licked his belly, then sucked his nipples in turn.

"When I was little, Uncle Charlie," Jill said timidly, "and I played ... played ... horsie on your knee ... well, first chance I got after that I had to see your film again. I mean rubbing my ... my whatchamacallit there ... your leg was so hot and twitchy. It was the first time it ever felt so warm down there."

Jill spoke shyly about how she induced her father to show her how to operate the projector so she could get some education films from the school library and watch them while he was busy in the yard on Sundays.

The stag motion picture was showing Charlie licking the valley between Candy's thigh and crotch.

"I liked that when you did that to me," Jill sighed shyly.

Then the film caught and held Jill's attention, as though she had been instantly hypnotized by it. So intent was she upon seeing what was to come next, Jill dug her nails into Charlie's solidly erect prick.

Jill's mouth was hanging open, and Charlie watched with her as his image, which was projected upon the white wall, placed its hands upon Candy's body and positioned her to kneel over his hard-on with her thighs straddling his waist.

Evidently Carole had dropped the camera down for a low shot, because there was

Candy's moist cunt filling the screen, while Charlie's hard prick came up from below.

Jill leaned eagerly forward and squeezed Charlie's hard-on so tightly he could not stifle a groan of pain. But Jill was much too intent to notice his weak outcry.

Even Charlie had become hypnotically fascinated as he watched the head of his prick pause for a long, erotic moment in the opening of Candy's cunt on screen.

"Oh!" Jill groaned as she saw the head of Charlie's prick separate the tissues on the portal of Candy's Cunt.

"Oh!" Jill moaned again as the head of Charlie's cock pressed in hard and vanished into Candy's cunt.

"Ooooh!" Jill moaned as half of Charlie's prick disappeared into Candy's very obviously moist cunt.

"Oh, gee!" Jill cried out as Charlie's cock went into Candy's cunt to the hilt.

Jill frantically frigged and jacked Charlie's stiff prick as the motion picture showed his prick stabbing again and again up into Candy's cunt.

"Oh God!" Jill cried out as the pace of the filmed fuck increased to a frenetically vicious tempo.

"Oh! Oh! Oh!" Jill cried out as she was forced to bite her free hand to stifle the passionate scream Charlie sensed was welling up in her heaving breast.

Floods of blood surged dizzily in Charlie's head... a crucible of molten hot metal seemed to course through his total being. Jill's response had driven him sensually mad with lust for her... yet, he didn't want it over too soon ... not just a stab, and a spurt of come ... not this first time with his full bloomed, sweetly passionate niece, the about-to-be fourteen-year-young all-woman woman.

How he'd become stark naked, how he'd fallen upon his back on the floor, how it was that Jill came to be seated over him exactly as Candy Cane had been, Charlie couldn't remember. It had all happened in one deliciously insane, beautifully uninhibited segment of Twilight Zone-like span of unreal time.

The head of his prick was moist and Charlie tried to make its initial entry into Jill's hotly twitching cunt easy and painless for her by rubbing off his pre-come ooze across the traverse of the plump, tight lips of her tender cunt.

"Oh, Charlie, sweetheart," she moaned her passionate frustration in a woman's tone newly come to her voice, "I want to, but I can't."

"Dry," Charlie grunted with anxiety. "It's too dry, sweetheart."

"Keep rubbing, my lover," Jill coaxed desperately. "It can get all wet."

"Yes, my woman," Charlie gasped as he rubbed the head of his prick a little deeper into the lips of her sweetly plump cunt.

"That made it awfully good'n wet," Jill panted as she moved her cunt forward and rearward in cadence to the traversing friction of the head of his prick.

The loose end of the motion picture film was flapping and slapping the projector, but nothing else concerned the lovers except the deliciously ecstatic pleasure at hand.

Charlie's hands upon Jill's warmly naked ass urged her up along his torso. He felt her sweetly, lightly moistening hot cunt drag along the sensitive flesh of his belly and slither over his chest. Then his mouth was full upon her cunt.

"Jesus Christ!" Jill cried out. "Suck me good, lover man!"

"You're wet, darling," Charlie said as he frantically moved her sweet crotch back down his torso.

"Oh God, Charlie honey," she moaned. "Is it.. . finally going to happen like I dreamed all the times I saw your .. . your - "

"Say it!" Charlie begged. "Say it and be a woman now!"

"Prick!" she shrieked with ecstatic delight. "Cock! Cunt! Twat! Fuck! Suck! Suck! Fuck!"

Charlie fitted the tip of his solid hard prick into the soft, wet mouth of Jill's hot cunt. "Oh, God!" he moaned as he felt her cunt yield slightly.

"My first lover," Jill moaned as she squirmed enough to let just the wedge of the head of Charlie's cock into the shallow, plump mouth of her cunt, "I want your lips!"

"Don't bear down," Charlie cautioned, despite his unreasoning sense of lust for her body. "We've got all night. I won't, don't want to hurt you."

"Your lips on mine, darling," Jill said insistently. "I've waited so long to taste them. Not like an uncle's. Like ... like a lover ... a sweetheart lover!"

Their mouths mashed passionately together. "Mmmm!" Jill moaned through her passion.

"Mmmmm," Charlie responded passionately.

The film kept flap-flapping, and Charlie felt the first inch of his prick separate her superheated labia of her cunt.

Jill's entire being quaked as she felt his hardness press against the preciously protective membrane of her hymen ... she knew there could be some pain, but it no longer mattered.

Charlie determined to be gentle with his manhood, knowing they had before them the entire night.

"I love you," Jill said like a truly grown woman to a man.

"I love you," Charlie said to the all-woman Jill. He withdrew his inch of love muscle and felt his spine tingle and shudder as he again entered her heated cavern.

"Oh, God!" Jill sighed as she felt another inch, then another ease into her urgent womanhood and feel like it was separating her entire pelvic region. "I'm going to love it! Love it! Love it!"

They could not verbally express their love any longer. Not with their mouths mashed so snugly together. Not with their tongues probing and dueling. Not with Charlie's prick beginning to slip gently in and out of her cunt in a semblance of ecstatically torturous rhythm.

The entire night and dawn was before them, and Charlie no longer was in a hurry.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Still lying on Trisha's bed with her mother, Peggy wanted to remember Stanley, the man who'd got her cherry. Peggy was beginning to sense the beneficial effects of group encounter under such an able leader as Trisha was. Peggy's mind was starting to open a little, letting her see herself as others saw her.

"God," she murmured, "I was bad ... I did hurt people ... Stanley and I could have made it happily all the years ... years wasted whoring . .. tramping... chippying. I regret hurting all those men ... hurting Charlie."

Peggy felt a sudden urge to sit up and tell it to the world, but only her mother Ginia was at hand. Sitting up quickly, Peggy shook her mother awake and said with some little joy warming her being and soul, "Mama! Mama! Mama, I said it and know it's true!"

"What the hell you talkin' about," Ginia said with annoyance.

"Trisha, the others digging at me, making me lay open my insides so I could see me good like I really am!"

"Oh, shit," Ginia said scornfully as she sat up in bed, "that's a lot of hog wash, that encounter crap."

"No, Mama," Peggy cried out with greater joy. "It ain't crap. I've never felt so ... well, like I'm beginning to be my own woman! Mama, no! It's not crap. As soon as I heard myself admit out loud that I'm bad and I've hurt others by doing a lot of rotten things, I felt a lot of tension I didn't know I had just start to ease up and melt away."

"Bullshit," Ginia scoffed. "What's wrong with what I taught you."

"Mama," Peggy cut in, "I don't even dislike you anymore. I didn't realize I nearly hated you until I got a look at my insides."

"Hate me?" Ginia cried out. "Your own mother?"

"You hated me, Mama," Peggy said. "When I turned sixteen, and took Stanley away from you and lived with him."

"But I got him back, didn't I?" Ginia said triumphantly."

"We shared him, you mean," Peggy said. "Until his love'd cooled for both of us and he began pimping us again."

"If it wasn't for me," Ginia said, "you'd never met Stanley in the first place."

"Hell, Mama," Peggy sighed resignedly. "What's the use in trying to make sense to you? You're just a sleepy, cold, detached old woman. No soul, just doped up all the time on your downers."

Peggy flopped back down on her back into the mattress. "Better'n your uppers," Ginia scoffed indifferently. "Now let's finish our nap. I'm sleepy."

"Always were ..." Peggy cut in. "With your eyes closed to everything around you. But from now on, I'm my own gal. Not going to hurt anyone just to further my own pleasure or security. I'm really going to try to be a good woman."

"Be quiet," Ginia said. "Go ahead, be whatever you want."

"And Mama," Peggy said softly. "Don't try to get me to bend to your way anymore. I'm going to tell May that too. Neither of you set me up with any dates or tricks. I'll do my own choosing and picking just for enjoyment."

Ginia sighed, "Didn't you get enjoyment with Stanley on account of I told him to get your cherry?"

"On account, you mean," Peggy replied, "so Stanley could open up my cunt to take whole pricks so he could pimp both of us and make the million he always tried for."

"Go to sleep," Ginia yawned. "It's sinful to talk that way about a poor old man that don't have long to live."

Peggy became silent thinking of Stanley moving into the same apartment building in which she lived. He had come all the way down from Brenton to L.A. just to recapture some of his youth in her bed. It had been the final act of cheating which had broken her and Charlie up for good.

"For good?" she told herself. "Wouldn't I become a good woman if I could make it all up to Charlie somehow? Get him to really forgive me - "

"Stop mumblin'," Ginia said, "and let me get my nap."

Peggy automatically obeyed.

"Say," Ginia said as an afterthought. "How you getting along with Allan? He'd be a good catch for you."

"For us, you mean," Peggy snapped back.

"Well, we could stop turning tricks," Ginia said, "and let Allan's chain of drugstores take care of us in a proper, elegant style."

"That's the same as whoring," Peggy said. "I'm not using my body to make money any- more, Mama. I'm through with all that."

Suddenly alert and seeming to be pleased with what she was about to say, Ginia said cunningly, "Why don't you turn Cora out to trick for us? A ripe teen like her could get us a pile of money fast."

"Go to sleep, Mama," Peggy sighed.

"Well," Ginia said defensively, "I was just thinking Stanley's too old and sick to pimp for us anymore."

"Oh, Mama," Peggy cut in. "You'll never understand."

Her mother's reply was a throaty snore.

Peggy thought of Stanley ... he still tried to get her to bed with him for old time's sake .. . and she still had gone to bed with him, but he'd lost it. One quick orgasm - the few times he could realize one - and the fuck was all over for both of them. The poor old duffer'd fall fast asleep, then, leaving Peggy to fingerfuck herself for some semblance of relief. But it hadn't always been like that with Stanley in bed ... Peggy began to relive the first time Stanley had fucked her when she was a virgin at about fourteen years of age. Stanley, then around thirty-six years old, had just cornholed and sixty-nined Mama Ginia while Peggy watched.

"Bastard!" Ginia had exclaimed. "My ass- hole! My mouth not enough! Huh? Well, son of a bitch, you'll find Peg's cunt tight enough, you pimp cocksucker."

Having, at fourteen, already been familiar with the stiff pricks of at least three adult men, her father's, stepfather's, and schoolteacher Wilbur's, Peggy had no qualms about getting upon the bed with Stanley and Ginia, at Mama Ginia's command.

Feeling Stanley's naked thighs against her soft, nude inner thighs, Peggy's automatic reflex was to reach down and grasp Stanley's stiff cock near the root of it as she had with the other three men many times in the past. The throbbing, stiff love muscle felt good in Peggy's hand, and it gave her reassurance to know her fist would act as a stop to prevent the painful breaking of her virginal hymen membrane.

The way the girls at school talked about losing their cherries instilled fear in Peggy. They always said it hurt like hell to have your cherry ripped open ... there was always bleeding, and blood everywhere.

With his hands on Peggy's knees, Stanley spread her thighs. He then inched forward upon the mattress on his knees until Peggy felt the head of his prick fit into the plump lips of her not-quite-experienced cunt.

Since her cunt had been partially used by other pricks, and therefore gradually dilated and stretched over a period of time, Peggy felt Stanley's hot probe slide easily and snugly into her cunt right up to her fist.

She shuddered with delight and moaned her pleasure.

Stanley groaned, withdrew, and eased his prick into her cunt again. Withdrawing his pulsating erection, he fell into an easy, rhythmical series of thrusts and withdrawals. "Who's been fucking you, girl?" Stanley gasped. "It's so easy ... in ... out ... in, oooh! Out, Aaaa-aaaah!"

"Uhhhhhhh," Peggy moaned as she felt the increase of Stanley's fucking cadence apply hotter, snugger friction in the soft, firm walls of her twitching, hungry young cunt.

In the confused blur of dizzy passion in her brain, Peggy could hear her mother grunting and wailing like a wounded animal. It was then Peggy became aware that Ginia was squatting over her foot, gyrating her churning hips.

Peggy's toes felt erotically voluptuous in Ginia's big, hot, dripping cunt. Her mother was fucking her foot, playing with Stanley's balls with one hand, and feeling Stanley's stiff prick slamming in and out of Peggy's cunt with her other hand.

The chill of fear suddenly took over Peggy's stomach as her mother shrieked, "I'm comin'! I'm comin'!" and tore her hand away from the root of Stanley's stiff cock. The protective stop gauge Peggy's hand served to be was gone!

"Don't hurt me," Peggy pleaded suddenly. "Oh, God, don't let him hurt me!"

"Do it! Stanley! Do it!" Ginia shrieked with animal lust as she herself realized a bed-quaking orgasm. "A million! Mother- j daughter team, like you said, a million!"

Peggy felt one twinge in her cunt as if a stubborn bit of tissue there let go with a barely perceptible snapping sound.

Stanley's groin was suddenly smack up against her own, and Peggy could feel his hot balls swing against her asshole.

"Ooooohhhh," Peggy cried out with ecstatic pleasure and relief. "It didn't hurt! Didn't!"

Deeper in her cunt than anything had ever gone before in all of her fourteen years, Stanley's prick felt more massive than when she had compared it in size to her father's as she remembered it.

Suddenly mad with pleasure and erotically voluptuous feeling of Stanley's prick stretching the snugness of the young tissues near the mouth of her womb, Peggy did something she did only in the presence of her sisters. She began to masturbate by rubbing her fingers briskly over her clitoris. It was the only way, so far, Peggy had ever realized an orgasm in her young life.

"I want to come, too," she gasped passionately, "with a man inside of me for once!"

"I'm coming, girl!" Stanley cried out.

"I want to, too!" Peggy sobbed.

Peggy felt Stanley's swollen prick ram into her faster and faster. It began to hurt her, but that only enhanced her feeling of wild abandon. The sudden gush of Stanley's thick, hot, creamy lava so deeply into her cunt was the greatest pleasure she had ever so far realized. The pain of Stanley's last frenetically powerful, deep, deep thrusts was ecstatic agony to Peggy's being and senses.

She felt every gob, spurt, and ooze of Stanley's creamy hot come flush upon her womb. Felt and heard the thick man-gravy hiss and spurt out of the edges of her cunt with each weakening push of his cock into her tight cunt. His cock was softening.

Peggy went nearly crazy as she viciously increased the rubbing and pinching of her clitoris so that she could come with a man's prick still in her cunt. But it was to no avail. Stanley's prick went suddenly limp inside her and he pulled it out.

"Did you come, girl?" he asked as he moved away and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"Oh, no, no, no," Peggy sobbed.

It was then Mama Ginia said and did something that was to subconsciously mark Peggy to relieve the teen-aged Cora Sherwood twenty-four years later in a similar situation.

"Never," Mama Ginia said, "leave a virgin like that. It'll mark her the rest of her life." She then fell to sucking her daughter's clitoris for the twenty minutes it required for Peggy to achieve orgasm and relief.

Sixty days later, a barber performed an abortion upon Peggy, the first of a series of abortions that would cause Peggy many subsequent miscarriages as a whore under her mother's tutoring guidance.

CHAPTER TWELVE

Arnie and Jill giggled hilariously as they smoked pot and watched Neda suck Charlie's prick. Willa fondled and frigged Arnie's soft cock while he fingered the lips and clit of her cunt.

"Ooooooh, Jill!" Charlie moaned as Neda's tongue and lips played around the head of his erect prick.

"I knew it," Willa called out teasingly from across the room where she and Arnie still lay naked upon the rug. "Did you hear it, Arnie?" Willa went on. "Charlie boy moaning his niece's name, with another girl eating his joint."

"You old dog, you," Arnie called out to Charlie. "Your own little Jillie niece."

"Lecherous fucker," Willa laughed.

But Charlie and Neda were oblivious to their friends' crude remarks.

"Mmmmm, you're so hard, lover-Joe-man," Neda murmured with Charlie's stiff cock muffling her words.

"Jill! Jill!" Charlie gasped.

"Man!" Willa said suddenly. "They're so spaced out Neda thinks she's sucking her boyfriend Joe, and Charlie's groaning Jill's name."

"That's what pot and sweet wine do," Arnie laughed. Then he added, "Hey, honey, Willa, how about you sucking my poor soft prick just to keep it warm."

"Suck my cunt?" Willa asked, feeling sure that Charlie was too far out of touch with reality to notice she would be breaking her promise to him.

"Keen," Arnie said as they jockeyed for the sixty-nine posture upon their sides.

"Jill," Charlie sighed, "let me shut off that damn projector. Its flappin' is distracting."

"Joe," Neda coaxed, "don't come too soon this time. I Want it hard in my mouth long's it can."

"Jill! Jill!" Charlie gasped. "The hell with the projector! I couldn't leave your sweet, tight cunt our first time."

Graphically living four years back in time, Charlie loved how snug and clinging a sweet thirteen-year-old's cunt was with the first three inches of his prick imbedded in its moist, soft, heated depths.

"Oooooh!" Jill cried out. "It's starting to hurt when you go in so far."

"Honey," Charlie moaned as he felt his prick chatter along her young, hot inner tissues. "There's three inches more of it for you."

"I want it all," Jill sighed with only the head of Charlie's hard cock sticking into the mouth of her cunt. "All, sweet Charlie, but not forced." She shuddered and moaned deliciously as Charlie very slowly pressed in two more inches of his throbbing hard-on. "Uhhhhh, mmmmmm."

Now knowing that only two inches of his prick would not bring discomfort to Jill's pleasure, Charlie worked her hand down between their groins. He curled the four fingers and thumb of her hand around the shank of his pulsating hard-on and squeezed them tightly as if to set the clench of her fist permanently there.

"Now, honey," he sighed, "if you hang on tight like that we can do it beautifully without worrying about hurting."

"Oh, yessssss," Jill moaned as she herself fucked her cunt up and down as she still squatted over Charlie's prick.

"This way, honey," Charlie moaned, "you don't have to be scared when you're on top."

"I'm not anymore," Jill sighed.

"Oh, God!" Charlie gasped as he felt Jill risk taking in more of his slick, hard love muscle. "Don't, honey, get too ... too ... too passionate and make me break through."

"Yummy, Uncle Charlie love," Jill moaned. "I did hurt myself. But it felt so good too."

"Want to rest, darling?" Charlie asked.

"Promise we will again?" Jill panted as she rose and sat rapidly upon two inches of his pulsating prick.

"Oh, honey," Charlie gasped as his pleasure heightened. "I don't have to promise!"

"But," Jill cut in, "not next week, or when we get the chance again. Tonight! For my birthday present, I want us stuck together the exact minute of my birthday. Promise?"

"Oh, yes!" Charlie gasped. "If you don't make me come now ... I want it strong at midnight."

"I need to rest," Jill said. "Not because my pussy hurts. It's just my legs got cramped squatting."

Jill tightened the mouth of her cunt at the moment of separation, and they both moaned with the pleasure of the snapping uncoupling of their lovemaking tissues and sinew.

"Kiss my body," Jill sighed, "like in the stag film."

"Oh, I will, Jillie," Charlie sighed as he lifted her from her cramped squat above him with his hands cupping her soft mounds of ass.

Carrying her nude body to her bedroom, Charlie gently placed her upon the bed there. Retracing his steps, Charlie turned off the movie projector and returned to the bedroom.

He lay down beside Jill and said, "Would you like to get acquainted with your birthday present?"

"Your ... your ... your ... " she stammered.

"Your sweet love muscle," Charlie cut in as he placed her hand upon his semi-rigid prick

"Can I see it all over?" Jill said. "And look at everything?"

"Why don't you, love-honey?"

"I feel excited," Jill giggled.

She rose to her knees and scooted down to get her first good look at how a man's genitals were put together.

Her hips were alongside of Charlie's rib cage. He pulled her leg over so that her thighs straddled his face, then began to lick the voluptuous cheeks of her sweet backside. "Mmmmm, honey-body," he moaned. "You taste so good."

Jill gingerly lifted his balls and weighed them in her hands. She said, "They're like eggs in a sack. Hard boiled and peeled and hot."

Charlie raised his face to trace kisses on her soft inner thighs.

"Ooooh," Jill gasped, "that tickles so good. Please don't stop."

Charlie licked into the soft crease where her thigh joined her groin.

Jill shuddered deliciously. "Oh, Uncle Charlie, you don't know what that does to a girl."

Reflexively, as Charlie licked into the opposite crease at the juncture of her thigh and groin, Jill began to massage his partially hard prick. "Ooooh, Uncle Charlie," she gasped as his tongue lapped into the lips of her cunt. "It's growing bigger and harder right in my... my hand! And... and... my ... it's getting hard like a little one of yours!"

"Your clit, darling," Charlie informed her, "is getting a girlie hard-on."

Jill's breath was hot on his prick as she looked closer at it. "It shoots out stuff, doesn't it?" she asked timidly.

"Yes," Charlie moaned with the pleasure of having her soft, hot hands frigging his prick. He was hoping her curiosity and sensually aroused state would cause her to put her lips around the head of his hardening cock.

"There's a drop like honey on it," Jill said.

"It's good for you," Charlie said hopefully.

"Oh, you!" Jill giggled. "Always teasing, aren't you?"

"I guess," Charlie sighed sadly.

"Did you mean it?" Jill asked, evidently detecting the disappointment in his sigh. "That it's ... it's good for me?"

"No, honey," he said as he thought how Jill might be spooked if she kissed his cock against her will, just to please him. There was too much beauty ahead in the night to risk inhibiting his horny niece on her fourteenth birthday.

Charlie had taken three cherries from young girls in his life, and was obsessed with the wonder of turning a girl into a real woman with one gentle, considerate, firm push of his cock.

He pulled Jill up to lay alongside of him. He said softly, "You wanted me to kiss your sweet bod, honey-body. Right?"

"Right!" she replied eagerly.

Charlie began sucking her big toes into his mouth. Jill squirmed and sighed. Licking the soles of her feet, Charlie ran his hands over her inner thighs and soft mound of belly.

"Oh, Uncle Charlie!" she gasped as his wet lips and hot tongue dragged up into her inner thighs while he moved his face from side to side.

"Gee whiz!" Jill moaned as Charlie's lips plucked up tufts of hair from her groin while he darted his tongue into the upper lips of her cunt. He traced circles with his fingers upon her clitoris, while his other hand fondled and caressed the nipples of her breasts.

"God!" she cried out, "I can't stand it. Let me put my face where yours is! Hurry!"

Charlie hastened to assume the sixty-nine position. As they lay upon their sides, facing each other's groin, Jill pressed her mouth against his prick, balls and his upper thigh.

Charlie shuddered, hoping Jill would suck his balls and prick. Instead, Jill licked slow circles around the perimeter of his balls and prick where they joined his loins and groin. Her tongue was hot, wet, and persistent.

"I smell me on you," she sighed. "I thought girls were supposed to smell down there."

"Oh, no, honey," Charlie moaned. "Not if they take care of themselves all the time."

"I do," Jill said between long, strong leisurely licks around the roots of his balls and prick. "Miss Edison in sex ed says it's very important for hygiene."

"Oh, Jillie!" Charlie moaned as she gently bit his upper thigh with rapid little nips of her teeth.

"I'm tired," Jill sighed suddenly. "My jaw is sore."

Charlie remembered how women's jaws ache when they're not accustomed to using their mouths for anything else except eating and talking. It titillated him to conjecture upon just how sore Jill's jaws would become when, and if, she learned to suck his prick.

He said, "I'm sorry you're tired, sweetheart," and took one long, deep lick into her sweet, young cunt before letting up.

"It's not a tired kind of tired," Jill sighed. "It's a warm, delicious tired, like it's so good we're together so awfully close."

"I know what you mean," Charlie sighed pleasantly. "Are you hungry, too?"

"Now that you remind me," Jill replied. "I could eat something."

Charlie refrained from joking about what he would really have preferred her to eat.. . girls her age very likely lacked the sense of humor adults engage in while in such sensual circumstances.

Charlie lay back on the bed while Jill went to rummage up some edibles from the refrigerator. Soon she returned with a bed tray of anchovied cole slaw, warmed-over spaghettini with clam sauce, thin chocolate mint wafers, and two cans of a soft drink she said was apple beer.

Charlie tinkered with the television remote control unit until the TV set across from the foot of the bed began to crackle and gradually show images on its screen. A commentator was in the middle of a discussion on sexual permissiveness, and he and his guest were going at it pretty good. Thinking of his niece's tender thirteen years, Charlie protectively switched channels.

"Oh, you\" Jill exclaimed with mock impatience as she took the remote control unit from her uncle's hand and switched back to the channel. "Haven't you practically made me grow up already?" she went on with a giggle. Then, kissing his mouth with passion, she continued, "and aren't you going to make me a real woman in less than an hour for my birthday?"

"Where'd the time go?" Charlie asked as he realized it was less than an hour to midnight.

Jill sat up next to him on the bed, and ran her hand all over his nakedness as she daintily nibbled her food.

Charlie ate a little of the food, then nibbled on a chocolate mint wafer as he sipped from the can of apple beer.

The television show came to a close and a feature motion picture came on.

It was eleven-thirty-five and Charlie could sense the electric expectancy in his niece. He heard the sensual anticipation in her tone as she tried to say casually, "Gee, some of those old flicks were pretty good."

"Don't be afraid," Charlie said as he placed an arm around her naked waist.

"I am, sort of," she said weakly, "but I'm not really scared. I think it's the thrill... the excitement that's making my stomach queasy."

"Here," Charlie said, as he boldly placed her hand upon his prick. "Let that be your comforter."

"Oh," she sighed. "That's what's going to be in me." She went on with an awed, shy tone. "And make me a woman."

"Yes," Charlie said. "If you'll trust me not to... to hurt."

"I trust," Jill said simply. "I've thought of nothing so important ever since I saw your stag film."

Suddenly they were full length upon the bed, turned toward each other, bodies mashed close and hard together. They were oblivious of having let the lap tray of food slide off onto the floor. Oblivious of the crash it made as their mouths pressed together hungrily and clung.

Charlie's prick became harder and he rolled Jill over on top of him.

"Not that way this time," Jill gasped. "Like a real woman now. Like I saw Daddy and Mother Margaret once when I peeked."

Charlie rolled over until he was on top of Jill. His thighs were inside the spread of her soft, hot thighs. He could feel his prick press between the cheeks of her voluptuous globes of ass as he raised her thighs to make her totally vulnerable to his prick.

"You won't hurt me," she said softly, "I know you'll stop if I say so."

"Yes, darling," he promised upon his gasps of passion.

Charlie reached out and depressed the plunger of the dispensing pump in the lotion bottle. He caught a gob of the sweet-smelling creamy lotion in the palm of his hand.

"Let me," Jill said as she wiped her hand across the gob of lotion on his palm. She placed her fist between their groins and curled her fingers around his cock. Charlie fucked into her fist as it responded in rhythm by jerking up and down.

"Jesus," Charlie moaned, "that feels wonderful!"

"You feel so strong and wonderful in my hand," Jill sighed deeply. "Uncle Charlie, we gotta do this every chance we get when Daddy's away."

"Yessssss," Charlie moaned.

"You could come stay with me when Daddy's gone."

"Yesssss," Charlie moaned.

"I'm putting it in me, Uncle Charlie."

"Yessssss," he hissed as he felt the heated moistness in the opening of her velvet cunt.

"Uhhhh," Jill grunted as Charlie pressed his prick into her cunt until the snug, elastic tissues of it closed around the head of it. "Oooooh!" she gasped as Charlie's cock went slightly deeper.

With his thumb, Charlie spread the homogenous moisture of her cunt and the lotion over her hardening clitoris.

"Ummmmm," Jill moaned. "Ohhhh, so, so, so, so good!"

Charlie pressed his prick deeper into Jill's churning, grasping cunt.

"God!" Jill cried out. "Your prick's touched bottom!"

"No," Charlie gasped, "it's just the .. . the skin. The membrane."

"Oh! Gee!" Jill grunted. "Can I take it, Uncle Charlie?"

"If you want it," he panted as his passion amplified.

"I want it," Jill gasped between puffs of passionate breaths.

"Oh, darling!" Charlie cried out. "It's so ... so snug. Fits so tight! So hot! So soft!"

"Uncle Charlie!" Jill screamed, "Something feels strange!"

"That's how it feels to come," Charlie said.

"More'n anything," Jill cried out desperately, "I want to be a woman the exact minute of my birthday!" She grasped Charlie's ass with both of her hands and pulled his prick deeper into her cunt. "It's so important, Uncle Cha ... ! Oh God!"

Charlie felt his prick press against the elastic barrier of her hymen. Suddenly the membrane broke and scraped the shank of his prick.

"Gaaaaaah!" Jill screamed in pain. "I'm split in two!" she cried out. "I'm a woman!"

"Oh God!" Charlie gasped as he felt a surge of white hot cream shoot out of his glands, sizzle through the ducts in his loins and balls, and flood into the canal of his prick, "I'm coming!"

"I'm still coming!" Jill cried out with a long, animal wail. "I hurt dreadful! But I'm still... still... oh God, I'm still coming!"

"Jesus!" Charlie cried out as he felt the powerful spasms in Jill's tight cunt work on the shank and sensitive head of his oozing cock.

Charlie let the last spurts of his come smack against Jill's trembling cunt. Withdrawing as gently as he could, Charlie felt the indentation behind the wedgelike flange of his still hard prick catch as if in a circular vise of sinew just a little deeper than midway in Jill's hot snug cunt.

"Oh, don't!" she cried out. "It hurts going out!"

"God, I am sorry," Charlie told her. "I'd better just let it get soft before I - "

"Please do," Jill groaned.

Charlie supported most of his weight with his elbows and knees upon the bed. "I hope, darling Jilly, I haven't made you dread next time ... if there's a next time."

"I know that it's supposed to hurt. But

Uncle, sweetheart, we're going to again... all our lives because I love you ... I love it. .. what we did together. And I'm a ... a ... a woman!"

They lay fused snugly for a quarter of an hour. Charlie fell into a pleasantly drowsy state that was deliciously voluptuous as Jill kissed his face, mouth and throat, and he reciprocated.

"Oh," Jill sighed as she moved her cunt very slightly forward and back around Charlie's throbbing prick, "I know what horny means now. I want to some more, but I don't dare."

"I know, sweetheart," Charlie moaned with the pleasure of her slow forward and rearward shallow thrusts with her cunt.

"If you could fill me again with your hot, thick cream," Jill sighed, "maybe I'll get slippery enough to get us apart."

"Oh, Jill!" Charlie cried out. "I never have before so soon! But I'm ... I'm ...

I'm - "

"You gonna come, Uncle Charlie?" Jill said with ecstatic anxiety. "Again, Uncle Charlie?"

"I... I... I... I'm doing it!" he growled as he felt the hot, molten lava of his sperm shoot out its stacatto jets.

"God damn it!" from Neda suddenly slammed Charlie back to the reality of the present. Arnie and Willa were laughing hysterically as Neda went on, "How many times you want to come down my throat, Joe? It's my turn getting sucked off!"

"Oh, Jill," Charlie sighed. Then, "I mean, Neda, it was so great."

"Charlie?" Neda asked as she looked up at him with thick white cream oozing from the corners of her mouth. "That you, Charlie?" Then, "Wow! What a trip! I kept thinking you were Joe all the time!"

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Their first group encounter experience concluded, Peggy and Ginia left Trisha's home with Cora, Jill, Elva and Claire.

As the car settled into traffic, Jill broke the silence.

"You girls," Jill said with a hint of jealousy in her tone, "seem to know my Uncle Charlie pretty damn well."

"We do," Claire cut in with a teasing giggle.

"You introduced us to Charlie last time you were down from Brenton, Jill," Elva said with a taunting sweetness in her tone.

"Well," Jill snorted, "you all were pretty damn familiar at his naked encounter session."

"With Charlie, you mean?" Elva said. "Honey, any girl who accepts an invite to Chuckie's pad knows what's going on."

"Young girls today," Ginia commented, "are certainly a lot franker than in my day."

"It's the new wave scene," Elva said. "We tell it like it is in our generation. No walking pussy foot on eggs."

Ginia said, "I mean especially about oral stuff."

"It's the oral trip age," Claire cut in. "Yours was the population explosion age. Look what it's done with every decent inch of our planet over-populated."

"Yeah," Elva said. "When we were nine, ten years old, we watched high school girls getting pregnant by the thousands."

"Oral trip is where it's at," Claire cut in. "Let it all hang out and do your thing safely."

"Okay," Cora said. "I think I'm hung up on Skippy."

"He dig you?" Claire asked bluntly.

"Said he'd marry me if we could get along for a year after we got to know each other."

"Peggy," Elva suddenly cut in with a little excitement coming into her voice, "could you drop Claire and me off at the second stop light near the hamburger stand?"

"No problem," Peggy said.

Claire said with a little excitement of her own and a crimson flush coming into her cheeks, "Gosh, Elva, I was just about to say the same thing about dropping us off. You must be reading my mind."

"I was reading your clit," Claire giggled brazenly. She popped another red into her mouth.

"Lucky girls," Jill said as the two got out of Peggy's car.

"Have a nice trip home," they replied in concert.

Ginia, looking through the rearview mirror, said, "Boy, those two girl friends of yours must really have some hot stuff dates waiting for them at the hamburger stand."

"They're not going there," Jill said with jealous irritation. "Uncle Charlie's pad is just down the alley!"

Jill dabbed a Kleenex at her eyes. "Men!" she said.

"Men!" Ginia said.

"Men!" Peggy said.

The End




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