SHAMELESS TEACHER
E-Novel BEE-3062

By Helen Highwater

The Cameo Collection


CHAPTER ONE


"Beautiful, huh, Miss Avalon?"

Sally Avalon looked up from the display case of rare coins with words of 
polite agreement on her lips--words which died unspoken when she discovered 
that Willy Jessel's pale blue eyes were focused not on the exhibit in front 
of him, but on the generous mounds of her sweater-covered breasts.

Willy was a troublemaker. A disruptive influence. She wasn't at all clear as 
to why he stayed on at school past the minimum required age. Certainly he was 
by no means a good student, and spent most of his time, in her classes 
anyway, staring at the ceiling or murmuring wisecracks--or fixing her with an 
unblinking gaze while patently paying no mind to what she was saying.

Now his eyes met hers insolently, then they flickered away over the coins.

"That right, Miss Avalon--worth a whole million?" he asked. "That's what the 
guys say."

"I believe so," she responded, tight-lipped, and started to walk away.

He was at her side.

"Uh--Miss Avalon..."

"Yes?"

"I-uh--seem to be having some kinda trouble with that last assignment--you 
guess I could talk to you about it? I can't seem to-uh--"

"Well?" she asked mistrustfully.

"Uh--could we go back to the classroom so I can show where I seem to--uh--"

Duty struggled with inclination, and won.

"Well, I suppose so," she conceded. "Just for a few minutes, though--I have 
an appointment very soon."

"Oh, sure, Miss Avalon," he reassured her eagerly. "1t won't take that long. 
It's 1ust a...uh..."

They left the assembly hall, Sally nodding politely to the guard who stood by 
the doorway watching over the extremely valuable display of rare coins and 
stamps that Peter had lent to enhance the hobbies and handcraft exhibition. 
She couldn't smother a tiny private smile at the thought of Peter's 
impetuous, tender marriage proposal last night, his strong hands tilting her 
face up to his to kiss her soft, wide mouth while he stroked the silky 
tresses of her shoulder-length blonde hair. Dear Peter!

She had been thinking about it every spare moment since. Or not so much 
thinking about it as unable to keep it away from her mind. Peter was so 
handsome, so capable and intelligent. She knew that he was a notorious 
seducer of willing women--yet when she had been true to the principles of her 
rather rigid up-bringing, instead of breaking off the relationship, he had 
asked her to marry him. Moreover, he claimed that he was delighted by the 
idea of having a bride who had never slept with any other man--who would 
still be a virgin on the night of their wedding.

Her happiness was slightly clouded lust now, though, by the hulking presence 
of Willy beside her. His big, muscular, eighteen-year-old body seemed lust a 
little too close, radiating a kind of animalistic warmth, a primitive 
emanation of sensuality that encroached on her space uncomfortably. She 
wondered fleetingly if she could convincingly find a reason to cancel the few 
minutes she had promised him--but then she pulled herself together. After 
all, there would be people around the school for a long time yet, especially 
with the exhibition attracting various visitors.

"Well, now," she said briskly as they arrived in the classroom, "why don't 
you bring--"

"Hold it right there," said a flat-toned voice, and she turned toward the 
windows. The fire-escape door was open and a short, stocky man stood there.

He had a gun in his hand.

Aimed directly at her chest.

"Shut your mouth an' keep It that way, see," the man went on. His eyes were a 
cold, unwavering grayness like an arctic sea. "One peep out of you and them 
pretty knockers gonna get a couple spare holes in em."

She started to turn to Willy for help, but froze when his snicker sounded 
through the humming of blood in her ears.

"Okay," the man commanded, "just come over here--nobody's gonna hurt you long 
as you just keep quiet and do like I tell you."

She stood paralyzed with fear, unable to move, until Willy goosed her with a 
blunt forefinger, when she gasped in outrage and stumbled forward suddenly, 
her eyes fixed upon the barrel of the gun like a mesmerized rabbit's.

"Right down the fire escape. That's it."

The gun was pressed against her back, and he was clutching her upper arm in a 
grip that was just short of downright painful. They descended to the ground 
and he guided her toward the main gates, where a large car stood with doors 
open, engine running, a man poised in readiness behind the wheel.

Slowly the man with the icy gray eyes raised the gun, and the chilly metal 
pressed against her temple.

She fainted.

She heard a voice through the swirling darkness that enfolded her.

"Easy as fallin' off a log."

Her eyelids felt as though they had been glued shut

"One look at Jake with that gun against her head and they just opened up them 
glass cases and handed over all them coins without a murmur," the voice went 
on exultantly.

"But what you have ta go bringin' her along for?" grumbled another voice. 
"That's a fuckin' kidnappin' rap."

"Look, I told ya, if the cops find us while we're waitin' for Miles to show, 
we're gonna need a hostage to bargain. They ain't gonna risk gettin' her 
killed. Don't be so fuckin' dumb, Jerry. Shit, they'd be chasin' us right now 
if we didn't have her along with us."

They were talking about her, she realized incredulously. They had kidnapped 
her; they had stolen Peter's coins and stamps and they were holding her as a 
hostage--

No, oh, no! This was ridiculous! It was like one of those idiotic television 
shows! Things like this didn't happen in real life! She would just open her 
eyes ... she would wake up from this absurd, uncomfortable dream at once.

She tried to move, but there was no strength in her body. Her arms were 
tucked uncomfortably behind her, but when she tried to move them, they 
refused to obey.

With great difficulty, she forced her eyelids apart, and was suddenly aware 
that she was in a fast-moving car. There was somebody on either side of her, 
and cord was bound around her wrists behind her and around her ankles, too.

She made an inarticulate sound, and the men turned to look at her. One was 
Willy Jessel, the other was the stocky, gray-eyed gunman--Jake, she thought, 
recalling the earlier conversation.

"Hey, welcome back, teach," Willy grinned triumphantly, baring his healthy 
white teeth. "Bit of a change from teachin' history, huh?"

His light blue eyes were malicious, lecherous, traveling over her face and 
then downward. Once again his gaze was fixed upon her breasts, and the tip of 
his broad pink tongue passed slowly and deliberately over his lower lip.

She shuddered very slightly, and his grin turned into a positive leer.

"Wassmatter, Miss Avalon? Feelin' the cold?"

"Ah, knock it off," Jake muttered impatiently. His eyes also appraised her, 
and somehow his evident lack of interest was even more scary than Willy's 
lustful scrutiny.

"Aw, don't I get to have a little fun?" Willy protested.

"Huh?" Jake grimaced, following Willy's gaze to her breasts. Then he 
shrugged. "Just don't go thrashin' around too much--there ain't that much 
room in this damn car."

"Plenty of room where we're goin', huh?"

Willy slowly raised one big, blunt-fingered hand with its short-bitten nails, 
and it hovered over her right breast. She watched, appalled, as it crept 
closer, a fraction of an inch at a time, like a predator stalking its 
terrified prey.

"I been about achin' to find out if them boobs feel as good as they look all 
year," Willy said, almost conversationally. "I been watchin' in class. They 
really stand out the way you got your hands behind you, know that--Miss 
Avalon?"

He drawled the syllables of her name mockingly, relishing the juxtaposition 
of the formal address with the slow approach of his hand to the cringing 
mound beneath her white sweater.

"Biggest tits of any teacher in the school," he breathed. "An' I tell you 
what, Miss Avalon--I got the biggest you-know-what of any guy there, 
includin' the faculty. You wanna take a look at it, huh?"

She shook her head fervently.

"Okay, no rush," he chuckled tolerantly. "You're gonna see it plenty soon 
enough--an'--"

He closed his cupped hand on her breast

She gasped and tried to pull away from him, but there was nowhere to go. Jake 
was right beside her, watching the scene with sardonic amusement.

"Wearin' a bra," Willy said, sounding disappointed.

"What d'ya think?" Jake said. "If she didn't they'd be heavin' around like a 
couple plates of loose Jell-O."

"Hey, what you guys doin'?" The man sitting beside the driver turned around 
and his damp-looking brown eyes widened. He had a plump moonface and his lips 
glistened from being constantly moistened with a nervous tongue.

"Checkin' her out in the jug department," Willy sniggered. "Like ta get your 
hands on that pair, Jerry?"

"Yeah!" The brown eyes glowed. 'How's it feel, Willy? Nice an' firm, huh?"

"Got a fuckin' bra on" Willy grumbled. "Let's take a look at it, huh?"

He released her breast, and with one swift movement he grabbed the hem of her 
white sweater and jerked it up under her armpits, exposing the lacy brassiere 
that lay beneath.

"Oh please," she moaned. "Please leave me alone!"

"Stick your finger in one of the cups, Willy," Jerry urged. "See if she's got 
padding in there, or if they're real."

She tried once again to shrink away, as unsuccessfully as before, and Willy 
relentlessly thrust his large finger into the left cup and probed about and 
around the warm flesh which cringed beneath his touch.

"All real, sure enough," he proclaimed exultantly. "Real nice an' smooth, 
like silk." He forced the rest of his hand into the cup, which made the back 
strap. cut into her painfully, and squeezed. His palm enfolded her nipple, 
which responded reflexively.

"Hey," Willy reported, "she's got nips the size of a goddamn cigarette butt."

"Knock it off," growled the guy at the wheel. "How'm I supposed to drive with 
all that goddamn yackety-yak?"

The others ignored him.

"Take it off of her, Willy," Jerry begged. "Let's get a look. I ain't seen 
knockers that big in months."

She shut her eyes and turned her face away as Will/s thick fingers fumbled 
beneath her sweater, groping for the back fastening. He slipped it open, but 
couldn't get the bra off because of her tied hands, so he slid the shoulder 
straps down her upper arms. The flimsy garment dangled uselessly, and her 
breasts spilled forth beneath the rolled-up sweater.

"Oh, Jesus," Jerry croaked. "Like cream or somethin'...that real white skin 
you can see the blue veins in, an' them nipples all pink--look at them 
standin' up there! Oh Jesus!"

Sally's cheeks were aflame, and she felt the flush of embarrassment and shame 
turning her neck crimson too. The air-conditioned interior of the card had 
erected both nipples and was keeping them taut, although she tried fervently 
to force them to relax.

"I'm gonna cream, never mind her tits," Willy muttered.

Then she opened her eyes, afraid to keep them closed lest he take her by 
surprise, though there was nothing she could do about whatever entered his 
head.

Nothing.......nothing she could do about it..

He was fumbling with his fly.

"Take a look down here, Miss Avalon."

She didn't want to, but her eyes were drawn with irresistible fascination.

He tugged open the zipper and dragged it down with a metallic hiss, and 
groped inside to wrestle free a thick, purple-headed shaft that jutted 
aggressively up from his lap. She flinched inwardly at the sight: it looked 
almost wrist-thick, and must have been a good eight inches long.

And it was the first time she had ever seen one hard...

"How'd'ya like that, huh?" he demanded proudly. "Told you I got the biggest 
one around, huh, didn't I? Bet you never had one this big before, did you, 
Miss Avalon?"

She stared in horrified wonder.

"Turns you on, don't it?"

She tried to shake her head, but couldn't move. 

Nothing she could do about it ... nothing, nothing, nothing.

"Look," he went on, stroking its mushroom head with the tip of a finger to 
spread the drop of juice that oozed from the slit. "You sure turn him on, 
teach. Look at all that jism leakin' out there! Needs it, too--ain't easy 
gettin' this big dork up a broad's twat unless it's good an' juicy. Some of 
'em just take a look at him an' the juice comes drippin' right out of their 
panties. They can't wait to get it rammed up their hole. An' some of 'em run 
screamin'--only they mostly don't get the chance to run far. l don't give up 
easy once a chick gets me goin'. What kind are you, teach? You wanna try 
runnin'--or are you sittin' there your twat drippin' an' ready for it?"

She wrenched her eyes away.

"You're disgusting," she snapped.

"Oh yeah?" Willy rumbled sullenly, dangerously, and she was suddenly aware 
how stupid such a remark had been.

Helpless. Mustn't antagonize them! Nothing...nothing.

"I--" she began, but could think of nothing to say.

"That ain't disgustin', teach." He grasped the monstrous organ below its 
broad head and started to work the skin up and down. The movement dragged her 
gaze back to it "Pure pleasure that is--how many cocks you had up you in your 
life, Miss Avalon?"

The swollen shaft incredibly seemed to expand even more as he pumped it with 
slow, deliberate strokes. Jerry's breathing was harsh and hard as his eyes 
flickered between Willy's working hand and Sally's naked breasts.

Jake watched with detached, cold amusement.

"How many, huh?"

Jerry hitched himself up in his seat and craned over the back, reaching out a 
groping hand.

"Lemme get a feel of them things," he breathed. "Hey, can't you shift her a 
bit nearer me? Jake, can't you-"

"I ain't climbin' around when we're drivin'," Jake announced flatly.

"Aw--look, Willy, suppose you put her on your lap then she'd be near enough 
that I could cop a feel."

Willy looked at him stonily for a moment, then suddenly he grinned widely.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Okay."

He slid one arm behind her and heaved her forward, stopping her from pitching 
against the front seats by grabbing one of her breasts as a handhold. Holding 
her awkwardly half-standing, half-crouching, he squirmed along the seat 
behind her, thrusting one leg behind hers so that she was poised between 
them. She felt something hard prodding at the tightly stretched seat of her 
skirt, and realized with a surge of dismay that it was his thrusting, rock-
hard penis.

He pulled her back onto his lap, the jutting phallus a rigid tube beneath her 
buttocks, and grabbed for the hem of her skirt.

"Okay," he said to Jerry. "You do what you want with her jugs-I'm gonna take 
a look an' see if her legs match up to the rest of her."

He started to work the skirt up her thighs while Jerry, draped over the back 
of his seat, grasped her breasts none too gently and started to knead them 
like dough.

She tried to struggle, unable to sit still and tolerate these outrageous 
liberties they were taking with her virginal body, but at the back of her 
mind there still beat that relentless nothing you can do ... nothing

Willy chuckled.

"Hey that feels real good on the old dork, Miss Avalon," he told her. "You 
wriggle around all you want"

After that she tried to keep still, but couldn't repress her starts of 
nervousness as her continued to edge her skirt upwards, the heat of his 
fingers very tangible through the sheer nylon of her stockings.

Jerry had a look of almost idiotic pleasure on his face as he pulled at her 
breasts and hefted them in his hands.

"Look at them, just look at these knockers!" he kept saying. "Oh Jesus, I 
can't wait to get my tongue round those nips! Look at them, Jake, willya?"

"Jugs are Jugs," said Jake indifferently.

Willy had tugged her skirt up above the level of her stocking tops by then.

"Look, that's sexy," he said approvingly. "A real garterbelt like they wear 
in pictures--be even better if it was black, teach. You remember that for 
next time, huh?"

He snapped one of the elastic tabs and she jumped as it stung her skin. 
Snickering, he snapped each of the others in turn, and the brushing of his 
meaty fingers over the bared skin of her thighs sent little shudders of 
tension quivering throughout her body--odd little shudders, that somehow 
seemed to center themselves deep in her belly...

He grabbed hold of the skirt hem again and gave it a sharp, deft tug that 
dragged it up in back so that suddenly only her panties separated her roundly 
curved bottom from the worn denim of his Levi's--and from the feverish, 
throbbing rod of flesh that was suddenly nestling into the crack of her ass. 
Only that wispy barrier of nylon held it at bay. It seemed to be burning into 
her flesh like a red-hot brand.

"White panties too," Willy commented coolly, peering down over her shoulder. 
"Can't see through them, neither--gonna have to get them down before we see 
if you're a genuine blonde, huh, Miss Avalon? Huh?"

She moaned softly, despairingly.

"Yeah, take 'em off her!" Jerry almost choked with excitement at the 
prospect, and for the moment he relaxed his efforts at her breasts to fill 
his eyes with the sight of her panty-covered crotch.

Willy made another dexterous movement, and suddenly his jutting shaft was 
poking up between her thighs, obscenely rearing up from the vee of her 
crotch.

Jerry guffawed loudly. Jake sneered.

"Hey," Willy said in mock-astonishment, "just take a look at Miss Avalon's 
cock, willya? It's nearly as big as mine, only not so long."

He reached a finger down between his shaft and her panties and rubbed it 
along her nylon-covered labia. She gave a violent, uncontrollable jerk of 
protest as a great throb of fear--was it fear?--pounded in her belly.

"1s she wet, huh?' Jerry gasped.

"Nah. Not the way she oughtta be."

Willy took his hand away and pressed his cock backwards, so that the shaft 
was jammed against her Venus mound.

The driver said: "We're gonna he there in a minute, you horny clowns."

"Okay, Miss Avalon," said Willy cheerfully. "1'm gonna jerk your cock for 
you. Only next time you're gonna have to take care of it on your own, so you 
better pay attention. Hear me? I want you to take real good care of this 
every time you see it's gettin' hard an' hot"

He grasped his thick shaft once again and began to massage it with swift 
strokes, his fist slapping her thighs on every downstroke. Jerry released her 
breasts finally and sat back a little to watch with hot, eager eyes.

The car made a turn into a driveway, and Willy increased the pace of his hand 
action.

Sally watched.

She tried to look away, but she had to watch.

She had never seen a man's penis erect before--had scarcely even seen one 
soft--let alone one that was--

That was-

That was suddenly spurting white fluid from the slit in the tip of the 
flaming purple head. 

White fluid that was shooting upwards and striking her breasts, then dropping 
back in gobbets that covered his hand and her thighs with nacreous slime.

The car drew to a stop.

"Here." Willy suddenly wiped his slime-covered hand over her face, covering 
her cheeks and lips with the fresh semen. "They say it's real good for the 
complexion, teach!"

She choked back the need to retch.

"Better if she swallowed it," Jerry panted. "You good at suckin' cock, lady?"

"Yeah, you never answered what I asked you before," Willy recalled. "How many 
men you been with in your life, huh?"

Jake opened the door.

"C'mon, get her outta there," he urged. 

"How many, huh?" Willy reached up and squeezed her breast painfully. "Huh?"

"None!" she cried out frantically. "Oh, please leave me alone! Please!"

"None?" Willy repeated.

"Hey," Jerry croaked, "we got ourselves a real live cherry! This is gonna be 
real fun, huh? Real fun!"

CHAPTER TWO


She hardly heard what he said, for a spasm of terror gripped her at the sight 
of a razor in Jake's hand. But he bent swiftly and slashed through the cord 
binding her ankles, and grabbed her roughly by the arm, hauling her off 
Willy's lap and sending her stumbling out of the car onto a crumbling 
driveway, hands still secured behind her, sweater rolled up beneath her arms 
and bra dangling, skirt nicked up about her hips.

She glanced around quickly: a somewhat ram-shackle frame house was before 
her, and seemed to be thickly surrounded by wildly growing woods and 
underbrush. No hope of being seen from the road by a passing rescuer....

As she stood getting her balance and her bearings, the door of the house 
opened, and her heart gave a throb of relief at the sight of a woman. Surely 
this would mean defense and protection! She gazed longingly at the 
approaching figure, at the tall, rather slender brunette whose firm, high 
breasts moved unrestrainedly beneath a loose denim work-shirt. Her long legs 
were accentuated by tight-fitting faded jeans and she was barefoot.

"Hi, Doris," Willy called. "We got 'em! And our hostage. Get a load of her 
boobs, huh?"

The woman came towards them, unhurriedly. She did not return Sally's timid 
attempt at a smile, but looked at her pokerfaced, the way Jake had done.

"Hey, Doris," Willy tried again. "Bet you'd like to get a feel of them tits, 
huh? You like tits, don't you? Huh?"

She drawled: "You're not likely to find out what I like, kid." Her voice was 
cynical, hard. She didn't look much more than thirty, if that.

"I know what I like," Willy announced lasciviously. "Nookie. Hot, wet, juicy 
nookie."

He suddenly cupped one of Sally's buttocks in his hand and squeezed.

"She's got the greatest ass," he proclaimed.

Jerry came scurrying up on the other side. Sally could see the bulge at the 
front of his pants, and once again that deep throbbing of fear gathered in 
her belly.

She said to the woman: "Please, make them--leave me alone! Please!"

Jerry giggled: "No good askin' Doris the dyke, lady. She'll have you laid out 
with your legs spread as fast as any Of us. Jesus, I can't wait to get you 
spread out, honeypot!"

Doris made a slight grimace and turned away, and Jake snapped: "Get in the 
house, fer chrissake!"

"Yeah, let's get inside," Jerry leered.

With his hand still on her buttock Willy gave her a slight shove forward, and 
in helpless obedience, she climbed the steps to the opened door and went 
inside.

It smelled a bit musty, as though nobody had lived there for a long time: an 
impression heightened by the film of dust that lay over things not in 
immediate use. The room into which she was propelled was furnished with a 
motley assortment of armchairs grouped around a portable television set and a 
rickety coffee table, piled with used paper cups and empty cans of beer.

Jake pushed her into one of the chairs and stood looking down into her 
frightened eyes for a moment. Then he turned his head and gave a sharp, 
summoning whistle.

There was a clatter of claws and a pair of Dobermans came running from 
somewhere in the house and bounded over to Jake. He pointed at Sally and 
said: "Guard her."

The dogs sniffed at her, and turned away.

Jake explained casually: "They've done this before. They've been trained to 
watch you--to watch anyone they're told to guard. If you try to get out of 
any room without me--well, you can give it a try if you wanna know what 
happens."

Sally sat staring at the two dogs in horror. She had no doubt whatever that 
Jake was telling the truth.

"Outside," Jake said to the dogs, and to her relief they ran out of the room.

"They're very alert--superb watchdogs," Jake added meaningfully. "They've 
never let me down yet."

Willy and Jerry stood watching the little scene with evident enjoyment, and 
now another man came in: Sally recognized the pale brown hair of the man who 
had been driving.

"All okay, Ted?" Jake asked.

"Uh-huh."

Tod's eyes were an indeterminate color, a sort of fishy gray-green. He looked 
at her now with a kind of neutral interest, as though she were a specimen of 
animal he had never seen before.

She said tremulously: "Please, I-I need to-"

Four pairs of eyes were focused on her.

"You'll have to raise your hand, teacher," Willy teased her, and she blushed.

Jake said: I'll let your hands loose, but remember the dogs, and don't go 
tryin' nothin' dumb."

He pulled her to her feet and once again wielded the razor, and she rubbed 
her wrists with relief, then tugged her bra and sweater back into place.

"Soon have 'em out again," Willy assured her. "Soon as you take your leak or 
crap  or whatever."

"Across the hall," Jake told her.

She was disproportionately thankful to find that the small bathroom was 
recently cleaned. She washed her face clean of the dried semen Willy had 
smeared there, and cleaned it off her thighs. She was reluctant to emerge 
from that illusory haven, but a sharp rap at the door summoned her forth. She 
dared not disobey.

The four men were lounging in the chairs around the television when she 
emerged, refreshing themselves with cans of beer. Willy held one out to her, 
and because she was thirsty, she accepted it.

"Thank you," she said, thinking that perhaps she could establish some kind of 
sympathetic communication by acting as though this were a usual, civilized 
situation.

"You're welcome, teach." He watched her pop open the top and take a long 
swallow. "Maybe I'll come watch you next time you take a leak, huh? Bet you 
look real cute."

Doris came in carrying a plate of sandwiches which she set on the shaky 
table.

She said: "Since I'm the only one of you slobs that knows how to cook, I'll 
do it; but you'll clear up after me and do the dishes, or the deal's off. 
Work it out how you like."

She slumped down into one of the chairs and reached for one of the 
sandwiches.

Sally stood nervously where she was, clutching her beer can, wondering if she 
should sit down too. She was horribly conscious of Willy's pale blue eyes 
raking over her body, and of Jerry's avid moist-brown gaze.

Doris glanced at her once, and jerked her head towards an empty chair, and 
Sally sank down into it, trying to make herself inconspicuous.

Without success. The two pairs of eyes never left her, and Tod and Doris and 
Jake checked her out from time to time. Sally sat with her eyes riveted to 
the screen, but saw nothing.

Jake finished his beer and sandwich and reached forward to flick off the set 
He twisted round in his chair and looked directly at Sally with that icy gray 
gaze.

There was a gathering of breath among the others, a silent expectation.

Jake said: "We're gonna be here a day or two, schoolteacher. Then we're 
leavin' the country. We ain't gonna be around for no rap--kidnap or any other 
kind."

She sat holding her breath.

"It won't make no difference to us if we leave you here well an' healthy to 
be picked up by the cops, or chewed up dead by the dogs. We won't be here. 
Get that?"

He waited in cold silence until she managed a tiny nod of terrified 
comprehension.

"You give any trouble, like tryin' to get away, and it won't be well and 
healthy they find you," he said flatly. "And since cunt makes trouble if it 
ain't free for all, you damn well better put out for anyone who wants you 
while we're waiting. Or I'll fix you so there won't be nothin' to cause 
trouble over. See?"

Again the long, silent, menacing stare.

Again the tiny nod of compliance.

He shrugged, and flicked the television back on.

For a couple of minutes the only sound in the room was the enthusiastic sales 
pitch for Junk-o's, The Marshmallow Cereal With Tongue-Tip Tingle.

Then Willy's voice:

"Miss Avalon."

Slowly, reluctantly, she turned her face to him.

"Why don't you take off your sweater and bra, huh? Then those of us that 
don't like what's on TV can have somethin' real nice to look at."

She sat paralyzed. Until Jake fixed on her his wintry stare, and she forced 
her hands into action.

Slowly, as slowly as she dared, she peeled her white sweater off over her 
head. And even more slowly, she groped behind her back and unfastened her 
brassiere, and slipped the shoulder straps down her arms, and off ...

"Sit back, Miss Avalon, so we can see 'em," Willy urged.

She sank back against the cushions of the chair, a tide of crimson shame 
staining her face and neck and her very breasts themselves.

Nothing...nothing.......nothing.......

The seconds crawled by, each one a blessed reprieve from some more outrageous 
demand, yet each an eternity of fear of what the next thing would be. The 
knot of tension in her belly sent tendrils all through her body, making her 
almost lightheaded.

"Teacher's tits," Jerry gulped. "She ever do that in class, Willy?"

"Nah. Woulda been more interestin' than all that history garbage. Hey, Miss 
Avalon, make your nips stand up. Play with 'em some, huh?"

Slowly her hands rose to her breasts. Uncertainly, she touched their tips 
with her fingers, coaxing the pale pink nipples into little towers of 
hardness.

"Push 'em together," Willy ordered hoarsely, and meekly she gathered the twin 
masses in her hands and forced them into an exaggerated cleavage.

"Yeah," Willy breathed. "Jerry, you ever fuck a broad between the tits?"

"Uh-"

"Real big tits like the ones on her, it's somethin' else, man, I'm tellin' 
you."

"Yeah?"

"Go on--go give it a try."

"Yeah?" Jerry looked around uncertainly, then gave a giggle of bravado, and 
heaved himself out of his chair and strutted across to where she was sitting.

The bulge in his pants swelled visibly as he walked.

He stood in front of her and motioned to his fly.

"Fish It out for me, huh?"

She swallowed hard, then reached for the tab of his zipper and pulled 
downward.

The woolen cloth of his pants contrasted violently with the soft-skinned, 
heated tube of flesh that flopped out of the opening. It was twitching into 
hardness as her fascinated eyes stared at it: shorter and thinner than 
Willy's, with a head shaped more like an arrow than a mushroom; but to her 
eyes, and to her reluctant fingers, it felt enormous.

"There's the ole joystick," Jerry said excitedly.

His crotch was about level with her breasts as he stood in front of her 
chair, and his organ was far too close to her face for comfort. She moved her 
head back, flinching.

Jerry gave an evil grin.

"It's your jugs I'm gonna screw right now, lady," he said, "but it's gonna 
get a heap closer to your pretty face before we're much older."

Inwardly, she shuddered with disgust. The smell of him was drifting up to her 
nostrils: sweaty, funky.

"Now," Jerry went on, "what you gotta do, see, is kinda lean forward a bit."

She leaned forward, her skin breaking out into gooseflesh when the hot head 
of his now rigid weapon brushed against one of her nipples, depositing a tiny 
drop of clear fluid.

"Yeah," he breathed. "Now--squeeze 'em together, like they was before."

With mechanical obedience, she pushed the fleshy globes back into that 
inches-deep cleavage, and he thrust his cock between them, the tip pushing 
into the wall of her chest. The material of his jacket and shirt brushed 
against her face.

"Squeeze 'em harder," he urged huskily. "Tighter. Get 'em tight as you can 
round my whang..."

She crushed them harder, and he made a slight pumping motion, back and forth, 
for a few seconds, never very far.

Then he stepped back from her, and for a wild moment she thought he had 
finished, but he said:

"It's kinda hard that way-you're gonna have to lay down so's I can shove it 
up 'n down between 'em, see?"

She stared at him.

"Onna floor's good as anywhere," he said matter-of-factly.

"The.. .floor?"

"Yeah. Lay down onna floor."

She threw a hunted glance around the room. All eyes were watching without 
pity.

Slowly she rose from the chair, and looked at the rug for a reasonably clean 
patch. She knelt down, then twisted into a sitting position, and then she 
stretched herself out on her back.

Nothing.. nothing.. nothing...

She crossed her ankles and folded her arms across her breasts. She had never 
felt so totally vulnerable in her life.

Jerry was stripping off his pants and jacket and his undershorts. He stood 
above her, ungainly in shirt and socks and tie. He straddled her body, his 
jutting shaft poking at the front of his shirt's long tails, and she glimpsed 
the wrinkled sack that hung tautly behind.

As though following her glance, Jerry reached between his legs and scratched 
vigorously.

"Balls get to itchin', this warm weather," he commented amiably, then lowered 
himself to his knees, then rested his rather plump, sweaty buttocks on her 
middle.

"Get 'em squeezed up, like before," he commanded, and, mutely, she did so. He 
supported himself with his hands and began to shove his steel-hard, fire-hot 
phallus through the slippery, open-ended mammary canal.

She set her teeth. He was heavy, resting on her body, and she loathed the 
touch of him--the fear-tension in her belly was worse than ever--but at least 
he wasn't hurting her....

"Hey, Miss Avalon," she heard Willy call, as from a great distance, "whyn'cha 
spread them pretty legs an' bend 'em up so's we can take a look at them 
virgin-white panties you got on?"

She cocked up her knees and parted her legs. The throbbing in her belly grew 
almost unbearable as she felt those four watchers gazing at her nylon-covered 
private parts, and as Jerry grunted and heaved and sweated ... She thought 
that she might pass out, or scream--the tension was too much, too much...

Jerry suddenly stiffened and let out a series of strangled grunts, and hot 
droplets of fluid were spattering her neck and chin and shoulders. For a few 
moments he let the whole weight of his body rest on her middle, then he 
exhaled deeply and climbed off, groping for his pants.

She lay there, curiously drained of energy, breasts still pushed into that 
fleshy tunnel, legs still wide-parted and bent to the gaze of the eyes.

Fearing that somebody would descend upon her, attack her, tear her apart...

Waiting...

"Ain't there nothin' more interestin' on that damn TV?" she heard a voice, 
and somebody started to click the channel selector around the dial.

Slowly, almost painfully, she relaxed her hands' grip on her breasts, and 
pushed herself up from the floor. Semen trickled down her upper body, its 
thick sliminess now clammy and cool. Feeling bruised, battered, she sank back 
into her chair and mindlessly focused her gaze on the television.

She hardly cared anymore about sitting there with her breasts exposed.


CHAPTER THREE


	They made the six o'clock news.

	Numbly, she listened to the story of how attractive, twenty-three-year-old Sally Avalon had been taken as a hostage during the course of the theft of a coin and stamp collection worth over a million dollars. Her fiance, Peter Laighton, who had lent the collection, stated that he didn't care what happened to the coins, he just wanted his future wife back, safe and sound.

	"He'll get the insurance," Tod remarked placidly.

	"She ain't insured," Willy sniggered.

	His eyes raked over her bare breasts, but by now she was so accustomed to that, it made no impression.

	"When's Miles gonna show up?" Jerry demanded uneasily.

	Jake shrugged. "Day. Maybe two. Go play with the cunt and stop worrying."

	"Yeah." Willy rubbed one big paw over the front of his jeans. "That's a good idea. Gettin' horny again."

	He rubbed the bulge at his crotch leisurely, surveying her through half-closed eyes. Considering what to do with her, she thought, the tension in her belly knotting up again.

	She found herself holding her breath as he scrutinized her, and it was almost a relief when he beckoned her with a jerk of his head.

	"Come along, teach," he grinned. "I got a little problem for you to work for the rest of the class."

	Her breasts swayed heavily as she walked, and even though the room was, if anything, too warm, her nipples crinkled and hardened into rosy turrets. She noticed this with surprise, and concluded it was all part of the tension that was once more building inside her until she thought she might faint or choke or fly into violent hysterics...

	Willy motioned her to stand beside his chair, and reached up a hand to caress one of her nipples lightly. A shudder of-something--ran through her body.

	"See," he said, glancing around at the others, "I dunno if you guys feel the same way, but I figure sometimes the best way to get the most outta somethin' is to leave the best bit till last. An' when you got a broad, the cunt's the best bit of her, right? Right."

	He smirked.

	"Now, this one, she's not only got a cunt, like all broads, exceptin' maybe Doris here--"

	Doris raised a bored eyebrow.

	"--but she says she's got a cherry too."

	He paused, and slowly licked his lips.

	"Man," he said softly, a faraway expression spreading over his face, "If there's one thing I like to do, it's poppin' cherries....Ain't nothin' like it."'

	"Yeah' well," Jerry broke in belligerently, "you ain't the only one, huh? You think you're the only one with a cock or somethin'? Think you--"

	"Knock it of," Jake ordered. "You can draw lots for it or somethin'."

	Willy scowled.

	"Yeah, well"' he said, but evidently didn't care to argue with Jake. "Anyway, like I was sayin" why don't we leave the best bit 'till last--I figure she's got as good a mouth and asshole as any other broad."

	Mouth? Asshole?

	Sally couldn't repress a tiny moan of despair.

	Willy squeezed her breast.

	"Turns you on, huh?" he asked perversely "Like havin' a big dork pluggin' into your coalshute, huh? Like gettin' your mouth filled up with raw meat, huh, teach? Like drinkin' down the spunk fresh from the faucet?"

	He grabbed her other breast, leaving the nipple of the first one almost painful in its tingling tautness.

	"I need to get my dork in a hole," he told her. "You choose which one, okay? I wouldn't wanna push you into anythin' you didn't like-yet." He grinned up at her lecherously. "An' I guess you'd rather one than the other. What's your favorite, huh, teach? Like suckin' dick, huh?"

	Weakly, she murmured:

	"I never have..."

	Willy snapped his fingers. "What's the words from that dumb movie about Yul Brynner--that song she's singin' to all them gook kids in China or somewheres?. .."

	Doris exhaled, exasperated.

	"What piece of profundity are we to be treated to?" she asked. "I assume you mean The King and I?"

	"I assume I do." Willy mimicked her style of speech. "She's tellin' these dinks, see, that if you teach, you get taught things by the kids--"

	Doris raised her eyes to the ceiling, shook her head slightly, and closed her eyes.

	"So," Willy went on, undaunted, "I guess I'm gonna teach Miss Avalon, here, how to go about givin' a real good blowjob."

	"With any luck she'll bite it off," Doris murmured.

	"Then you could shove it up your twat like a dildo," Jerry giggled.

	"Go play with your two inches," she drawled.

	"She'll watch her teeth." Willy spoke mildly, but with a strong threat underneath.

	"The dogs got sharper teeth, if she don't." The prospect seemed to afford Jerry entertainment, for he giggled again.

	"Ready for class, teach?" Willy asked, ignoring Jerry. "Or do you want to get your bottom plugged this time?"

	Her mind flickered from one prospect to the other--the idea of taking his penis into her mouth was nauseating, but the other alternative sounded positively agonizing.....

	And maybe, just maybe, if she could stall them long enough, the police would come and rescue her before anything too terrible happened...

	"All right," she said, in a voice that was hardly above a whisper. "I'll--"

	She groped through her mind for the proper term.

	"I'll-perform--fellatio," she managed to get out.

	"Fell-ay-shee-o," Willy drawled. "Shit, teach, I want my cock sucked, that's all."

	Jake was suddenly staring at them, and a prickle of gooseflesh ran up her spine.

	"She makes it sound like she was gonna do you a big favor, Willy," he said slowly.

	"Huh?" Willy turned to him questioningly.

	"A big favor. But the way I see it," Jake went on deliberately, and now there was something other than iciness in his fixed gray gaze, "it's a privilege for a dumb-ass schoolteacher to get to suck off a handsome young stud like you."

	"Huh?" Willy's face was blank for a few seconds, then slowly a grin spread across it.

	"Hey," he exclaimed, "you're right, Jake! A privilege for her, just like you say!"

	"So..." There was a glitter in Jake's eyes that reminded her more than ever of a snake--a hungry snake, relishing the prospect of a meal to come, and relishing at least as much the pitiless procedure of transfixing and dispatching its prey. "So make her ask for it. Nicely."

	From Jerry came a choking splutter of gleeful giggling.

	Doris wrinkled her nose slightly.

	Tod licked his lips nervously.

	Willy's breathing speeded up audibly.

	"Okay, Miss Avalon," he almost whispered. "You heard what the man said."

	She stared at him, speechless.

	Jake slowly got to his feet and approached her menacingly. In a flat-toned voice, he told her:

	"You just get down on your knees, lady, and ask Willy real nice for the favor of lettin' you suck his cock. Or I'll string you up by the wrists an' take all the skin off of your fat ass with the whip I use for the dogs, an' then see what we can find around the place to ram up your asshole an' down your throat that you'll like a hell of a lot less than Willy's meat. An' then the dogs can finish you off."

	He's mad, she told herself through her terror. He wouldn't dare, he wouldn't...

	But suppose he ... He looks... his eyes... ruthless... twisted... nothing he wouldn't...

	Nothing I can do ... nothing anyone can ever blame me for... nothing... nothing...

	Stiffly, she sank to her knees, oddly conscious of the weight of her breasts flopping with the movement, and surprised to see that once more the pink nipples were rock-hard.

	"Ask him. Beg him."

	She didn't look up at Jake, but fixed her eyes on the straining bulge at the crotch of Willy's Levi's. She remembered her earlier sight of the thing--huge, heavily veined, leaking tears of clear juice from its purple mushroom of a head.

	Oh, it was unbearable, the pounding tension that wracked her belly and sent strange quivers through her thighs...

	She forced her lips and tongue to shape the demeaning syllables she was forced to utter.

	"Please... let... me..."

	"Yeah? Yeah?" Willy croaked.

	"...s-s-suck..."

	Her throat was suddenly parched dry.

	The waiting silence in the room was almost tangible.

	"...your cock," she finally forced out between lips that were almost numb.

	And yet tingling with curious apprehension

	Anticipation...?

	"Sure," Willy chuckled, "since you ask so nice, teach--you just fish it out an' get your cute mouth wrapped around the ol' dork an' lick it up good an' hard, an' see what Santa Claus gonna give you for bein' a good cunt!"

	Her hands seemed to belong to somebody else as they reached for the zipped fly and began to manipulate the tab downward with difficulty over the strained bulge. It squirmed and heaved beneath her fingers like a little animal endeavoring to escape.

	Somebody else's hands....

	...but she felt every tiny sensation rippling from her fingertips up along her arms, shuddering down to her belly...

	Sweating now with the fear and tension.

	Her armpits were wet, and a trickle of moisture coursed down the valley between her breasts.

	And the secret place between her legs was so drenched in perspiration that her white nylon panties were saturated, clinging with disgusting, soggy clamminess to her...

	With a metallic rustle, the zipper moved along its track, and the two edges of cloth sprang apart as the great rod of flesh came surging out of captivity.

	"That what you want, teach?"

	She forced herself to nod.

	To rest her palms lightly on either side of it, feeling the pulsating heat as the blood surged through its tissues.

	To stare down at the angry-lipped bole that was al ready oozing colorless liquid.

	To wrap her hands gently around its frightening girth...

	(Such tender, satiny skin, like the petals of a rose; such exquisite skin to cover such a ravening, hideous monstrosity as this....)

	To bend her head slowly, slowly, until the phallic mushroom was only an inch below her virginal lips.

	To push her tongue out between them; and with its reluctant, quivering tip, to taste the skin that (petal-soft) covered the purple head...

	It tasted like-

	Skin.

	The butterfly-gentle touch of her tongue was enough to turn the droplet-ooze into a sudden tiny stream, and the flow trickled onto her tongue before she realized what was happening. Startled, she drew back, her mind expecting the pungent foulness of heavily concentrated urine--

	But her tastebuds discovered only a bland, almost nothing--flavor that was no more offensive than her own saliva.

	She ducked her bead back down and tasted once again, more boldly this time, running her tongue across the width of the cockhead, lapping up the precoital fluid.

	Willy's harsh, choking inhalation, his tense quivering, assured her that she was doing the right thing.

	Strange, how strange that such a tiny caress had the power to reduce this hulking male almost to helplessness!

	She let the cockhead slide between her lips--hard, hard, yet at the same time vulnerable, the softness of cell-tissue underlying the hardness, the fragility of flesh curiously intrusive.

	It was, somehow, almost lovable...

	Her lips slid down below the corona, and tightened.

	He was her captive.

	Her willing, shuddering-with-pleasure captive.

	She let her head drop further, until her lips touched her curving fingers. She inched them back down along the shaft, her lips following, the hot, throbbing flesh filling morn and more of the wet cave of her mouth until it reached the barrier of her throat, and she could accept no more...

	And with a curious reluctance, she paused, and held it, and then slid her lips back up along the shaft, and back over the head, and let it stand free, glistening with her saliva.

	"Doin' fine, teach," Willy hissed. "Natural-born cocksucker, that's for sure."

	She scarcely heard him. She was contemplating his rigid, gleaming phallus with a strange feeling of possessiveness.

	"Dig the balls out, Miss Avalon," the command came, and mechanically her fingers delved into his fly for the soft, wrinkled scrotal bag, coaxing it out of the parted fly, holding at last in her hands, even more vulnerable than his penis.

	"Squeeze 'em a bit, huh? Not too hard."

	Willy's tone was almost pleading now that she had him in the grip of pleasure, and she delicately tightened her hold on his balls, alert for his sharply drawn breath of pleasure, and for the first hint of sound or tension that would alert her to the fact that she was approaching the edge of pain.

	Fondling, tenderly squeezing his balls, she captured the soaring cockhead between her lips once again and ran the moist embrace of her mouth down the pulsing-veined shaft.

	It went a little deeper this time. Somehow her throat seemed to open before the invading head, and for a peculiarly triumphant moment she felt it slipping past the barrier, before she thought about what she was doing and reflex took over, and she had to pull back again, choking slightly.

	This time, before she enclosed the weapon with her lips again, she ran her tongue voluptuously all around the head, discovering its shape, the little cleft below where her tonguetip naturally lingered, bringing a whine and shudder of response from Willy. She explored the tip, too, poking her tongue at the little slit, then boldly thrusting inside for a fraction of an inch, bringing the bland honey welling forth.

	His balls seemed to writhe in her hands as she sank her lips down towards the base of his shaft once again. His hips gave a convulsive thrust, forcing his cockhead past those throat barriers, and she could endure it better this time. He thrust again, and then she had to pull away for breath.

	And again she plunged back down, and took his thrusts, and again, and all the time the tension in her belly was racking her nerves, and the slimy sweat in her crotch ran faster and faster, and made her itch, so that she wished she had a free hand to scratch herself.

	Not that she would, of course, with them watching...

	Would she?

	As from a great distance, she heard Jerry's high-pitched voice excitedly exclaiming:

	"Jeeze, look at her go! Look how she's eatin' that thing! That's what I want next time--how 'bout you, Tod, huh? You wanna feel them juicy lips of hers wrapped round your dong? How 'bout you, Jake? Jeeze, her tits were terrific, but I bet her mouth is the livin' end!"

	It was almost like the background cheering of the crowd of fans during a football game....

	Willy's pubic hair scraped coarsely against her lips and chin as she absorbed the last pulsating inch into the velvety-warm depths of her throat. The musky smell of him filled her nostrils, a sexual incense.

	"All the way down, teach!" he gasped blissfully. "Christ, that feels so fuckin' good! Suck it, baby...eat it good...ah, Jesus!"

	She slid her lips slowly back, releasing the steel-hard weapon fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch at a time, gasping slightly for the breath she had scarcely realized she needed, until once again only the mushroom head remained in the warm cavern formed by her mouth. And again she swirled her tongue around over the satiny skin, and probed with her tonguetip into to little oozing slit to taste the bland freshet of juice that welled forth to her summons.

	So strong, the shaft that throbbed and made tiny movements as the blood pulsed through it, and the sensations she gave the head with her tantalizing tongue made the nerves jump with little tingles of excitement.

	(Strange the little nerve spasms that shot through her belly and down into her crotch, as though in sympathy, increasing the itching, the sweating, until she felt she could not bear it a moment longer, that she had to do something to relieve it)

	She glimpsed her breasts, nipples tight and hard, and she suddenly became aware that they were most painful in their angry tautness.

	Tension...

	Fear...

	"How 'bout kissin' my balls a little, baby," Willy commanded breathlessly.

	Obediently she let the cockhead free, and it slapped up against his belly, almost reaching his navel. He spread his thighs wider, and she nuzzled the hanging weights in their crinkle-skinned, hair-be-spattered sack, finding again that sexual incense, that rich, musky fragrance.

	They seemed to heave responsively, churning beneath the caresses of her tongue. Tenderly she mouthed them for almost a minute, then licked her way back along veins engorged nearly to the point Of bursting to the eagerly waiting mushroom-head that pulsed in the air.

	Once again she let it slide between her moist, hot lips, pressing it with her tongue and the linings of her cheeks. His breath was rasping with almost intolerable arousal, and his hands started to roam over her naked back and shoulders.

	His touch sent a whole new wave of shudders through her belly, and she felt lightheaded, as though she would faint. Then one hand worked down and around and grasped one of her breasts, the palm closing over her straining nipple and rubbing it around in a circular motion that was just too much for her to take.

	She pushed his hand away convulsively, and to her surprise he made no protest, but caught the back of her head in both hands and pressed, urging her downward, to take his fall length back into her throaty cavern.

	His choppy breathing grew harsher and faster than ever, and she realized that he must be about to come. He was going to shoot that slimy stuff into her mouth this time, and-

	She lashed at the broad head with her tongue as it slid in and out between her lips, almost pulling free, then plunging back into the furthest recesses it could reach. She started to work her own head back and forth, tightening her lips so that he had trouble getting through them, and suddenly she felt his body stiffen, and his fingers grabbed her shoulders and dug in painfully. His breath exploded into a series of gasping grunts, and her mouth was suddenly full of salty, slightly bitter fluid that she found herself gulping down, almost hungrily, until his cock was drained and empty.

	He slumped back in his chair, his softening prick slipping from her mouth and keeling over onto his thigh.

	She sat back on her heels, feeling weak and slightly nauseated now that it was over.

	"Oh man," Willy gasped, groping for a handkerchief and wiping sweat from his face, "that was one hell of a blowjob for a virgin, teach! You sure you ain't never done that before?"

	She shook her head.

	"So now how about thankin' him for the privilege?" came Jake's steely voice.

	She turned her head and looked at him, at his cruel gray eyes that fixed her own like a snake...

	She turned back to Willy.

	"Thank you," she murmured.

	"What for?" Jake's voice pursued relentlessly.

	"For letting me suck your cock," she added meekly.

	"Pleasure, teach," he leered exhaustedly. "Give you a lot more chances at it, too."

	"Okay, knock it off," Jake said. "Get up and come over here, cunt, and let's take a look at you."

CHAPTER FOUR


	Slowly she rose to her feet, her legs cramped from kneeling, and went 
across the room to stand beside his chair. He looked at her coolly, cold gray 
eyes raking over her flushed face, her disordered hair lying in golden 
tresses about her shoulders, her high, firm, naked breasts, whose milky flesh 
was enhanced by the rosy circles of her now relaxed nipples. Her nude upper 
half was in lascivious contrast to her somewhat crumpled but still concealing 
skirt and stockings and shoes.

	He said: "Lift your skirt up. Let's get a look at your legs all the 
way."

	Reluctantly she gathered the material of her skirt in her fingers and 
tugged upwards. It slid tip over the nylon of her stockings with a whisper of 
electricity, and cleared their tops, exposing the tabs of her garterhelt and 
the creamy skin of her well-shaped upper thighs.

	She stopped while her panties were still concealed, and stood meekly 
while his eyes appraised her legs, and flickered up to her breasts, and then 
to her face, and down to her legs again.

	After what she had been through with Willy, she could scarcely have 
believed herself capable of blushing again just through being looked at, but 
blush she did, the angry blood staining her face and neck and creeping down 
to her breasts. There was something about Jake..

	"Put your feet apart," he ordered.

	She moved them about ten inches away from each other, and he reached 
out a hand and ran it up her left thigh, as far as her stocking top. His 
fingertips probed under the band and her flesh cringed a little.

	"You did a good job on Willy, there, huh?" he asked.

	What was she supposed to reply to that?

	"Did it turn you on?" he demanded.

	She stared down at him wordlessly.

	He moved his hand abruptly, cupping her panty covered crotch. She 
started and cried out and tried to back away, but he had curled his fingers 
so that they dug into the soft flesh where her buttocks rose from the cleft 
of her sex, painfully enough to make her submit and stand quivering where he 
wanted her.

	"Your goddamn drawers are soaked," Jake announced coldly. "Sure it 
turned you on."

	She tried to protest that it was no such thing, that she had been 
sweating because she was so frightened, but the words wouldn't come, and she 
could only manage an inarticulate little moan.

	"Fuckin' hypocrites, you broads," Jake muttered. "Always actin' so 
snooty, an' mosta the time runnin' round all wet an' funky like a bitch in 
heat."

	The pressure of his palm against her crotch had started the slimy 
perspiration flowing again, and her legs felt oddly weak. Yet it was not 
entirely unpleasant--the pressure relieved the strange itching a little--

	Or did it make it worse?

	Without warning, he pulled his hand away.

	"Turn around," he instructed her. "Hike your skirt up in back an' let's 
get a look at that fat ass."

	She swiveled around, and met Doris' steady gaze. The woman's face was 
expressionless, but her breathing was a little faster than normal.

	Doris the dyke, Jerry had said.

	Doris' eyes gazed back at her, and Sally averted her own.

	"Hike your skirt up," Jake repeated menacingly, and she groped behind 
her and tugged upward.

	"Higher," Jake snapped, and she dragged the garment up around her waist 
in back, exposing the plump globes of her buttocks beneath the tightly-
fitting white panties.

	Jake's fingers hooked into the elastic waistband and yanked down, and 
the flimsy underwear slid away, leaving the satin-skinned creamy hemispheres 
fully displayed.

	"Not bad." Jake ran his hand lightly over their surfaces, and the 
quivers of tension were renewed with such force that she thought she would 
collapse to the floor.

	Then he insinuated his index finger into the cleft between her legs and 
pressed against the secret opening to her body, where no hand but her own had 
ever ventured since early childhood--and then only for absolutely necessary 
purposes, since her mother had warned her of the dangers of unnecessary 
contact with that area, of the terrible damage it could do so that no decent 
man would ever want to marry her....

	Unable to help herself, she staggered forward, away from him, hampered 
by the panties clinging around the middle of her thighs. Alarmed, she 
swiveled around to face him, and was more frightened by his chilly smile than 
she would have been by an expression of outright anger.

	He looked down at his finger, then said: "It's stinkin' with your 
juice, you bitch in heat. Come here an' lick it clean."

	Reluctantly she returned to his side.

	"Lick," he repeated inexorably, holding his finger up to her face, and 
she bent her head and took his finger between her lips, licking hurriedly, 
trying not to taste....

	"Never tasted cunt before, huh?" Jerry giggled.

	"What do you think of it?" Jake asked, pulling his finger away and 
regarding her narrowly.

	She shook her head slightly.

	"Don't know if you like it, huh?" he interpreted. "Stick your finger in 
that swamp patch and get some more--get a good mouthful of it, teacher."

	He grabbed the front of her skirt and whisked it upward, tucking it 
into her waistband.

	"Get outta them goddamn drawers," he growled, and she tugged them off 
over her feet.

	"Toss 'em over here," Jerry called, and she looked at him dubiously, 
but he held out his hand, so she threw them in his direction. He caught them 
neatly and dangled them, then raised them to his face and sniffed deeply.

	"Hot cunt," he said. "Jeeze, ain't nothin' turns me on like the smell 
of juice out of a pussy in heat!"

	"I'11 send her over so you can smell it close up," Jake offered 
casually, but Jerry shook his head, and inhaled the odor of the panties once 
again.

	"Nah," he said, "I can wait. I wanna see her stick her finger up her 
cunt an' suck it."

	"So do it, bitch," Jake snapped at her.

	The finger she lowered to her sex brushed over the crisply curling 
blonde pubic hairs and skimmed lightly over the inflamed cleft of her outer 
labia. Timidly, she rested it against the inner lips, and was shocked to 
discover that the area seemed to be bathed in wet jelly. Her own touch 
released another little glob, which came trickling down out of her secret 
canal and flowed over her finger.

	"Lick it clean, now," Jake ordered, and she raised her finger to her 
mouth, and, gagging slightly, sucked it, and gulped.

	It wasn't so bad....

	Jake reached for her again, fingertips and palm holding her, pressing 
against the whole sensitive region. The itching became worse than ever, and 
involuntarily she squirmed against him, desperate for relief, rubbing her 
hair-covered lips and jelly-bathed slit against his hand.

	A raging heat spread through her, and again that incredible weakness at 
the knees, so that she swayed and whimpered, and Jake suddenly grabbed her by 
the arms and tugged her around and down. She sprawled across his lap, 
helpless on her back, shoulders wedged against one chair-arm, hips tilted 
against the other, legs awkwardly splayed and dangling over the side. Her sex 
was opened wide now, displayed to all the eager watchers in the room, but in 
a few moments Jake's hand was back there, his fingers thrusting roughly into 
the bush of hair covering her Venus mound.

	Sally flinched a little, but the touch was still a relief, and she 
found herself pushing forward for more contact.

	"She wants it--oh man, look how she wants it!" Willy commented 
gleefully.

	With his index and middle finger, Jake traced along the twin valleys 
that ran between her outer and inner lips, separating the folds of coral 
flesh even more widely, so that they gaped open and defenseless. He ran his 
fingers, together now, back along the center ridge, almost to the point where 
the lips first began to divide, and paused, and pressed slightly, and 
suddenly the intolerable heat consuming her body turned into a wild 
explosion, centered where his fingers pressed and vibrated, ripping through 
her belly, and she shrieked and thrashed and tried to fight him away, because 
it was just too much to bear, too much, too much, too much....

	There was a blackness swirling around her for a few moments, then she 
found herself still sprawled across Jake, panting for breath, the itching, 
the heat, the tension miraculously relieved, and her belly full of a warm 
throbbing that slowly died away and left her curiously at peace...

	Jake heaved her roughly off his lap, and she staggered to her feet, her 
disheveled skirt pulling loose from where he had tucked it around her waist 
and falling to hide her lower torso and thighs. She sank down into one of the 
chairs, exhausted.

	She closed her eyes and rested her head back against the chair, longing 
for sleep. And when none of them disturbed her, she fell into unconsciousness 
in a matter of seconds.

	The eleven o'clock news was just beginning when she emerged from the 
hazy depths of slumber, her head heavy and confused, her body covered with 
gooseflesh now that the evening had grown cooler. She wanted her sweater, but 
was afraid to move, to draw attention to herself. She did nothing more than 
open her eyes and slightly ease her cramped neck, then she sat staring 
mindlessly at the television screen, feeling that her own strange situation 
was scarcely more real than the political maneuverings being displayed there. 
In the aftermath of some scandal earnest declarations were being made of the 
commencement of a new era of openness and integrity and true concern for 
democracy...

	"Seems to me I've heard that song before," Doris said wryly, getting 
out of her chair. She saw that Sally was awake. "You want something to eat, 
chickie?"

	Her tone was friendly enough now, Sally thought, and forced a smile of 
response to her lips.

	"Come in the kitchen, then, and we'll see what we can find. Here." She 
fished Sally's sweater from the floor by one of the chairs. "Better put this 
on--you'll catch cold."

	The men seemed uninterested in her at the moment There were empty 
scotch bottles on the table, and Sally thought they must have been drinking 
quite heavily. Doris followed the direction of her gaze and winked, then 
beckoned with her head for Sally to follow into the kitchen.

	Doris took a plate of cold chicken and a quart of milk from the 
refrigerator and set them on the table with paper plates and napkins. The two 
women sat down and Doris reached for a chicken leg. Sally took a piece too, 
not really wanting it until she started to nibble at the meat, when she found 
that she was quite ravenously hungry.

	"Take some more," Doris said, pushing the platter towards her. "You'll 
need to Keep your strength up with that mob of horny hoods panting after 
you."

	Sally looked at her wonderingly.

	Doris shrugged.

	"Sorry, chickie," she said. "Fuck--all I can do about it. Except--well, 
if it's any consolation, we drew lots a while ago for who gets you tonight."

	She took another leg of chicken and bit into it. 

	"I won," she added, with her mouth full. "Ever made it with another 
woman before?"

CHAPTER FIVE


	Sally stared at her numbly. 

	"No, huh?" Doris concluded. 

	Sally shook her head.

	"Well, you just relax and do as I say, and you'll find that you'll like 
it."

	"But I-"

	"Listen, if you really hate the idea," Doris said, narrowing her eyes in 
sudden hostility, "I'11 turn you over to Willy-he's spent half the evening 
telling us how he plans sticking that oversized meatstick of his up your asshole 
the first chance he gets--if you'd rather spend the night that way, I won't 
stand in your way." 

	Sally swallowed and shook her head again. 

	"What's that mean?" Doris demanded. 

	"I-no--I-rd rather stay with you--"

	"Well, gee, thanks a whole lot."

	Doris was really annoyed, Sally realized, her heart sinking.

	"Please," she said, her voice as conciliatory as she could make it, "I 
only-I've never--I didn't mean--"

	"Oh, forget it," Doris said moodily. "I don't give a shit if you want to 
make it with me or not-you're going to, and I'm going to enjoy it, that's all 
there is about it."

	But she didn't look as though she would enjoy anything, Sally thought 
anxiously.

	She tried to think of something to say that would restore the former more 
friendly atmosphere, but found herself bereft of words. She would have smiled if 
Doris had looked at her, but the woman kept her eyes averted while she finished 
eating, then she stood up, and still not looking at Sally, said:

	"Come on."

	Sally followed her out of the kitchen and up the creaking stairs, into a 
bedroom with a double bed. It was hardly luxurious, she thought, but it seemed 
to be clean.

	Doris shut the door and turned the key in the lock.

	"Okay," she said, swiftly stripping off her shirt and jeans while Sally 
watched, "you're going to eat me, chickie, and you're going to make a good job 
of it, whether you like it or not. You coped with that lout Willy, and you're 
going to do as good for me. Get those dumb clothes off."

	She stalked to the bed and sprawled down on it, spreading her legs and 
bending them upwards and out, so that the crimson inner flesh of her sex was 
spread between the black coat of pubic hair. She caressed her own breasts, the 
brownish nipples standing high to tip the conical mounds.

	Sally pulled off her sweater, then unfastened her skirt and slipped out of 
it She undid the tabs of her garter belt and rolled her stockings off, then 
tugged the garter belt over her hips and stepped out of it.

	Doris' eyes were fixed on her, but she didn't look at Sally's face.

	"Come on over here and get your face between my legs," she ordered 
harshly.

	Sally knelt on the edge of the bed and crawled into what she assumed to be 
the right position. She clenched her teeth slightly, and moved her face towards 
that demanding spread sex that awaited her ministrations.

	She found herself staring in fascination.

	She had really never seen female genitals in detail before, other than in 
the impersonal biology diagrams that had come her way in the course of hygiene 
classes. She had never felt the urge to examine that part of herself in a 
mirror--indeed, she had always assumed it was better not seen, any more than one 
would want to look at anything dirty or disgusting.

	But now she moved her face to within an inch of the open pussy, gazing 
with intrigued attention at its intricate structure: at the grooved central 
ridge with the tiny slit of the urethra; at the little inner lips that were the 
entrance to the vagina, and at the shadowy cleft behind that vanished in shadow.

	She could smell it, too--not an unfamiliar smell. It was the same scent 
that had been on her finger when Jake had forced her to probe herself, and so 
presumably the taste would be the same as her own, musky, very slightly like 
very fresh fish....

	"Go on," Doris urged her, voice husky with anticipation.

	Slowly Sally advanced the tip of her tongue to make the tentative 
connection with the moist, hot, slippery flesh--this was territory utterly 
unknown. She had always assumed that some day she would be initiated into the 
mysteries of sexuality with a man, but such intimate contact with another of her 
own sex had never occurred to her before today as anything but a strange 
aberration of certain people who were-different.

	Doris sucked in a long, shuddering breath between her teeth as Sally's 
tonguetip brushed over her eagerly waiting flesh, then suddenly she pulled 
herself away convulsively and rolled over, and sat up cross-legged on the bed, 
shaking her head as though dazed from a sudden blow.

	Sally, alarmed, pushed herself up and sat back on her heels, and asked 
anxiously:

	"Did I hurt you?"

	"Hurt me?" Doris said bemusedly, then gave an odd, dry laugh. "No, 
chickie. No. It's just--I find I don't have the temperament for rape, that's 
all."

	There was a long silence, during which Sally kept perfectly still, 
watching as Doris sat with fingers clenching and unclenching, her breath hissing 
in and out between her teeth in a rigidly controlled cadence, as though she were 
bearing the pitiless attack of some physical agony.

	"I was falling into that goddamned trap," Doris said at last, "of trying 
to rival them in--piggery. Sexual obnoxiousness. Show them a woman can be every 
bit as crude as a man." She laughed again, bitterly. "I was raped once--that was 
enough. You'd think I'd have learned better, wouldn't you?"

	Sally said nothing.

	"Now it's happening to you," Doris went OIL "I thought I'd like to see it 
happen to somebody else. Join in--get my share of the action." She shrugged. 
'Well, I can't do much to protect you, but I guess I can claim my share of you 
and give you the pleasure of being let alone once in a while."

	She swung herself off the bed and stood with her hands on her hips, her 
slim, high-breasted figure straight and proud.

	"The bathroom's through there," she said, gesturing at a door in one wall. 
"You could probably use a shower or something." She reached for a robe and 
wrapped it around herself. "See you later--I need a drink."

	Sally found herself alone.

	Her brain felt totally fatigued. Only Doris' suggestion about the shower 
really stayed with her, and she went to the bathroom. There were towels that 
looked clean, and a showercap she could use, and soap--and when she tried the 
faucet, the water flowed through hot and soothing.

	She took a deep breath, set the showercap in place over her bundled-up 
hair, and stepped beneath the wonderfully cleansing warm spray. She reached for 
the soap and a washcloth, and made a generous lather of foamy white suds, 
spreading them over every inch of her body, over her breasts that had been 
violated by Willy and Jerry, over her sex where Jake's hand had worked and 
filled her with that curious flood of sensation that had knocked her right out 
of the world for a few hectic moments.

	Suddenly she ceased all movement as a thought struck her--had that been 
orgasm?

	She had thought that it was just the sudden ending of tensions, of fear, 
of that dreadful hot itching-but--

	She resumed washing herself, but carefully avoided her sex now, wondering 
profoundly. Her upbringing had so thoroughly prohibited any genital exploration 
with the twin threats of dirtiness and of damage to her "maidenhood" that she 
had never had any chance to discover for herself what that mysterious sensation 
was like.

	Had she enjoyed what he had done to her?

	She had enjoyed the relief--but the thing itself had been more frightening 
than pleasurable.

	But-

	Now her curiosity was intensely aroused, and in view of what had happened 
to her already, and what was going to happen in the course of the waiting for 
the mysterious Miles to put in an appearance, there didn't seem any point now in 
restraining herself from finding out!

	She came out of the shower and dried herself, then went out into the 
bedroom, Doris had returned, and was in bed. She gave Sally a wry smile.

	"I won't molest you," she said.

	Sally took a deep breath.

	"I hardly know anything at all about sex--really about it," she told 
Doris.

	"You are really a virgin, hm?"

	Sally got into bed and leaned back against the pillows. She turned to face 
Doris who was looking at her quizzically.

	"I was very strictly brought up, you see," she said. 

	Doris replied: "I didn't think it was because you weren't attractive to 
men!"

	"I wanted to--stay a virgin `til I was married."

	"Well, I guess you're out of luck." But Doris' tone was not unsympathetic. 
"Shit, I'd get you out of this if I could--but there's no way. I can't control 
those dogs of Jake's--and anyway, I'm in it as deep as they are, now."

	"How--I mean--why...?"

	"How did a nice girl like me get mixed up in anything like this?"

	Sally couldn't repress a tiny nervous giggle. 

	"Stupidity, chickie," Doris said somberly. "Never mind the details--you 
put one foot wrong, and if there's guys like Jake around, you get deeper and 
deeper, trying to wipe out your first mistake. I thought I'd shaken him off, but 
he needed a place to hole up--and my house was it"

	"This is your house?"

	"Yup. Mine and Tod's. He's my brother. That's how I got tangled up with 
them in the first place."

	"It's kind of lonely--do you live here all the time?" 

	"On and off. Not for a while. I wanted to try to set up a kind of commune 
here--only it looks as if I'm going to spend the next few years keeping out of 
the clutches of the FBI," she concluded bitterly.

	"Couldn't you--tell them you were forced into it?"

	"Sure I could--and they'd all swear I was the brains of the outfit. 
Anyway..."

	There was a silence, then Doris said:

	'Well, I guess we might as well go to sleep."

	Sally said:

	"I wish you'd-tell me about sex, Doris."

	"Huh?"

	"I told you--I just don't know anything--and I'd rather--be prepared if--"

	"Oh." Doris grimaced. "Well--what can I tell you? I assume you know where 
babies come from!"

	"You see, I've never--nobody's ever touched me-I've hardly ever even 
touched myself--"

	"Mm."

	"I don't know if I--had an orgasm--before?"

	"With Jake, you mean?"

	"Yes," she replied, embarrassed.

	"Well, you certainly looked as though you were!" Doris told her. "Didn't 
you enjoy it?"

	"I--I don't know..."

	Doris assumed a thoughtful expression.

	"You know," she said slowly, "the first couple of times I ever 
masturbated--trying out things I'd heard about--I seem to remember that it was 
just sensations, without any special pleasure attached--it took a time or two 
before it started to feel positively good--if that was really the first time for 
you, maybe..."

	"Do you think he'll do it again?"

	"Who knows? Jake's a nasty sonofabitch. Do you want him to?" Doris asked 
curiously.

	"I--I don't know..."

	After a pause:

	"Would you like me to?" Doris suggested. "You don't have to do anything 
you don't want."

	Sally looked at her, then slowly nodded.

	"But I will, if you want me to," she said seriously.

	"Well, we'll see," Doris said. "No need to rush things. We have the whole 
night ahead of us."

	She reached out and switched off the lamp by the bed, plunging them into 
unrelieved darkness. No filtering streetlights.

	For a moment Sally wondered what on earth she was doing. Her whole head 
seemed to have been turned around, at least regarding Doris, while she was 
hardly aware of what was happening. It was as if some other will than her own 
had taken control of her.

	Doris moved closer to her--and Sally jumped slightly as the other woman's 
hand lightly caressed one of her breasts.

	"Relax, relax," Doris whispered. "Believe me, chickie, I'm not going to do 
a thing to you that you won't like."

	The feathery fingertips coaxed the nipple into a little peak of hardness, 
then Doris moved again, and Sally felt the warm wetness of her mouth closing 
about the tiny tower of flesh, the beginning of long minutes of gentle, 
ceaseless sucking.

	Sally lay passive, wondering, until she discovered that a slow pulse of 
pleasure was beginning to beat through her belly. She realized this pleasure was 
akin to the sensations that had tormented her before, when she had assumed that 
they were simply the results of the tension of fear and revulsion.

	Doris reached across to finger the other nipple while she still mouthed 
the first, and then her hand began to wander in ever-widening circles around the 
outer areas of Sally's breasts, and to touch delicately on her abdomen, then her 
thighs, sending tiny shivers of tactile pleasure through Sally's body.

	The tension had begun to grow again, as it had before, only now it was 
without fear.

	And again came that sense of moistness around the lips of her sex......

	She found that she was waiting now for Doris' fingers to make contact with 
that most intimate region; that she was disappointed when the other woman's hand 
avoided it, and continued to caress her thighs, her breasts, her belly, pleasant 
though that was.

	Then, at last, when Sally was almost ready to beg for that favor, Doris' 
exploring fingertips brushed very lightly over the crisp curls of her pubic 
hair, so delicately that it was scarcely more than a breath of displaced air 
passing--but it was enough to send a deep shudder through Sally's body.

	Doris teasingly caught a tuft of hair between her finger and thumb and 
tugged very gently.

	Sally whimpered.

	Taking pity on her, Doris gently worked a finger between the inflamed lips 
of Sally's sex.

	Sally jerked involuntarily at the touch, unsure whether she liked it or 
not.

	Doris moved the finger slightly, running its tip over that same area where 
Jake had zeroed in during his handling of her, and another uncontrollable 
shudder seized Sally's body. Pleasure or not, she didn't want it to stop!

	"What--" she managed to gasp, "what is it you're touching?"

	She knew that it wasn't the entrance to her inner canal.

	"That's your clitoris, baby," Doris sounded amused.

	"Oh." Sally had encountered the word in those diagrams, but had never 
really understood what it meant.

	"That's the little key to the whole thing," Doris told her, gently 
vibrating her fingertip. "Feel how hard it is? Put your own finger there--feel 
it."

	Sally moved her hand down, and Doris guided it into position, and Sally 
found that she was rolling a little object that felt like a tiny marble--and 
which was sending strange little spasms through her every moment.

	"That's about the most important thing a woman has," Doris said, sliding 
her own hand back between Sally's legs and starting to finger her moist vulva. 
"The clit is just loaded with nerves--it's the same thing that a man's cock 
develops from, in the embryo. Only a woman has sensations all around, too--
you'll find out--when you're really hot, you can come over and over again, while 
a man just gets one shot, then he has to wait till he's charged up again."

	She began to push her middle finger between the tight lips of Sally's 
vulva, while Sally continued dreamily rolling her newly discovered clitoris 
beneath her finger.

	"You'll find there are different kinds of coming." Doris' voice was 
becoming breathless now. "It can be triggered off from inside--or around the 
outside--or from directly rubbing your clit--the nerves are all in a network ... 
sometimes it's just a little feeling, other times it can blow you through the 
roof--"

	Her penetrating finger was well inside now, very slightly painful, but 
that pain was quickly swallowed by the crescendo of pleasure that was overtaking 
Sally's senses.

	Doris pushed Sally's hand away and caressed the hard little pleasure 
nubbin with her thumb, her index finger gently massaging the area between. Her 
lips came back to Sally's breast, and Sally's head started to spin with the 
intensity of feeling that was building so inexorably. She started to gasp and 
moan.

	Relentlessly, Doris continued that multiple friction with mouth and 
fingers and thumb, and suddenly Sally found herself going into ecstatic 
convulsions. There was no question now about the pleasure--it shook her from 
head to feet, sending her arching and writhing and bucking against Doris' hand, 
crying out and feeling the whirling blackness suck her into a mindless vortex 
for interminable moments, until she lay panting and exhausted, slowly returning 
to her senses.

	"Well," she heard Doris' amused voice saying, "do you think that you 
enjoyed that?"

	"Oh," Sally murmured, drifting towards sleep, "it was absolutely 
wonderful!"

	She felt Doris' lips caress her cheek.

	"Good night, chickie. Maybe it won't be so bad for you after all." 

CHAPTER SIX


Sally was awakened by a hand softly stroking her body--a light caress that 
slipped gently down her side, undemandingly, not overtly sexual as yet.

Doris, she thought, her mind sleepily recalling the events of the past night-
-and then the earlier happenings. For a moment a wave of panic threatened to 
overcome her, but the touch of Doris' affectionate hand was very soothing, 
and she was still drowsy, so she surrendered to the sensual pleasure of it.

She reached out her own hand, and returned the caress, letting her fingers 
glide over the other woman's silky skin with a curious thrill of pleasure.

Doris' arm stretched across her body and encircled her, pulling her close, so 
that their breasts pressed against each other, and their thighs rubbed 
together, and the curly bushes of their pubic hair--the blonde and the dark--
tangled.

Then Sally felt Doris' breath against her neck, and the soft touch of her 
lips tracing the line of her jaw, upwards; a warm, wet tongue flickered 
against her ear and darted inside, making her squirm and giggle. It was 
ticklish--and very arousing.

The lips traveled over her cheek, and the tonguetip flickered out and darted 
into the corner of Sally's mouth. Then Doris laid her lips upon Sally's, and 
her tongue moved gently along the line between upper and lower lips, coaxing 
for entrance, and after a moment Sally's lips parted to permit the entrance 
of the soft, moist invader.

Doris' caressing hand moved over Sally's ass, and Sally clung to her, their 
breasts crushed even closer than before. She whimpered slightly against 
Doris' mouth as the stroking fingers aroused the quivers of need, and she 
could feel the first trickles of new moisture dampening the lips of her sex--
wetness that she now knew was not perspiration at all!

Doris drew away from her mouth, cupping the back of Sally's head with her 
free hand. She pressed downward, very slightly, and whispered:

"Would you like to suck my tits, baby?"

Sally moaned her acquiescence, and fastened her lips around Doris' breast, 
cupping the other in her hand. She was astonished how pleasant it was, and 
delightedly teased the pebbly-textured nipple into urgent hardness, feeling 
the surrounding area contracting into tautness as the blood engorged the 
erectile tissue of the dark pink tip.

"Oh, baby, that feels so beautiful," Doris sighed, stroking Sally's hair. She 
ran the blonde strands through her fingers dreamily. "Oh, it's so good... 
Your mouth is so warm and wet and sweet..."

Her words increased the moisture flow from Sally's sex, and she shifted her 
head to take the other breast, working tenderly yet determinedly, tiny 
contractions of responsive pleasure shooting through her belly every time the 
other woman moaned her joyful thanks for the sensations the avidly sucking 
lips and flailing tongue bestowed on her.

Doris' other hand continued to massage Sally's buttocks, whose skin seemed 
generously endowed with tactile sensation. Her fingertips slipped into the 
cleft after a while, and one rested very lightly against Sally's asshole.

Sally started in surprise when that happened, and withdrew her mouth from 
Doris' breast, alert for what would happen next. That was another very taboo 
area according to the way she had been raised--but she could not deny that 
the touch felt extraordinarily pleasant.

Doris took her hand away and returned to stroking the firm flesh of the plump 
asscheeks, and Sally filled her mouth once more with the succulent flesh of 
Doris' breast.

"Are you getting hot, Sally?" Doris asked mischievously after a minute, 
knowing full well how unnecessary such a question was, not wanting to hear 
the answer.

Sally did not want to let go of the sweet flesh that filled her mouth, but 
she moaned in the back of her throat: it could only be assent.

Doris squirmed beneath her.

"Why don't you try lying on top of me for a while," she suggested urgently.

Sally shifted around, still not letting go of the other woman's hard-nippled 
breast, and was enfolded tightly in the ardent embrace of Doris' arms and 
thighs and calves. She could feel the rough patch of pubic hair against her 
belly, and she writhed a little upwards so that it rubbed against her own.

"Oh yes, oh yes," Doris moaned. "Come where I can kiss you again, 
sweetheart!"

With a final avid caress of the firm, tight-tipped breast, Sally reluctantly 
took her lips away and set them upon Doris' open mouth. This time it was her 
tongue that made the eager inward excursion, urgently searching the other 
woman's fragrant mouth, exploring the softness of her tongue and the flesh 
that lined her lips, and the hardness of her teeth, the velvet of her cheek 
linings, the bland taste of saliva other than her own.

Doris' arms crushed her ever tighter, so that their breasts mashed almost 
painfully together. Her hips thrust upwards, increasing the pressure of Venus 
mound upon Venus mound.

She pulled her lips away from Sally's and gasped with eager anxiety:

"I want to eat your pussy, Sally--let me! Now!"

The words almost sent Sally into orgasm, so powerful, so lascivious was the 
promise they held. But she fought it down, and let Doris roll her over so 
that she was lying on her back, waiting with eager submission.

Doris crawled down the bed and urged Sally's thighs apart. She slid her hands 
beneath them, and raised them so that they rested on her shoulders.

"Relax," she gasped. "Just relax and--let me--"

Sally shut her eyes tightly, quivering with anticipation, that jerked 
violently when the silken dagger of Doris' tonguetip probed her tight inner 
lips, then swept upwards along the little valley and flicked almost 
unbearably over her swollen and throbbing clitoris.

"Ohhh," she moaned sweetly.

Her whole body tensed, ready to explode in ecstasy.

But Doris was by no means ready to let her reach her climax so easily and so 
soon!

Maddeningly, the moist, soft-hard probe flickered away from Sally's pussy and 
wetly explored the crevices where her thighs joined her body. Sally squirmed, 
whimpering uncontrollably at the sensuous tickling.

"Nooo..." she gasped.

Doris ducked her head and started to nibble the richly swelling hemispheres 
of Sally's buttocks.

"Ohh-you're driving me crazy!" Sally whimpered, "I--I can't stand it!"

Doris' exploring tongue slid into the deep cleft of Sally's ass crack and 
tickled the sensitive lining. Sally jerked and thrashed on the bed, unable to 
take any more, and thrust her crotch beseechingly against Doris' face.

Doris' hands caressed her thighs.

"Easy, easy, baby," her soft voice murmured. "No rush, just take it easy and 
enjoy..."

"I--can't--!"

Doris parted the hair-covered lips with her fingers, and blew onto the 
exposed lining.

"Oooooh!"

"Let's see if your peehole likes to be loved!" Doris teased her, and Sally 
jerked wildly again as the questing tonguetip shaped itself into a point and 
thrust against the tiny opening. The feeling was incredible!

"Doris! Ohh--it's-too-ohh--"

"It'll get better yet, chickie," Doris promised her, a smug tone in her 
voice.

She licked up and around Sally's clitoris now, vibrating her tonguetip over 
the straining little organ, then sweeping tantalizingly away just before 
Sally's orgasm could break.

Then like a tiny cock it thrust into the tight, virginal bud of Sally's 
vulva, lapping up the lubricating juice that was now welling copiously out of 
the pulsating inner channel, then back up again to the throbbing nubbin of 
flesh, and again, just too soon, retreating...

"Oh, please! please!"

Doris' fingers dug almost painfully into Sally's buttocks, and as though 
echoing her actions, Sally cupped her own breasts and squeezed them just 
short of cruelty, while Doris' relentless tongue swept down her furrow and 
once again gathered up the other woman's overflowing juices.

The sensations from Sally's breasts met the tremors of ecstasy from her pussy 
and seemed to tie a knot of the most delicious tension deep in her belly.

In my womb, she thought hazily, and at that instant Doris' tongue began to 
vibrate on her clitoris again. And this time it stayed right there, working 
over and over the desperately engorged nub of tissue until the nerve endings 
erupted into a volcanic shower of molten lava; her womb contracted in 
response, radiating deep, slow waves of wonderful sensation throughout the 
whole network of the nerves of her body....

"Good?" Doris asked, smiling down at her fondly when she at last managed to 
open her eyes.

"Oh," Sally gasped weakly. "It was just wonderful."

"You're very responsive, you know," Doris told her.

Sally smiled up at her wordlessly.

Then someone pounded on the door.

"Hey, aren't you two broads ever gonna get up?" Willy's voice demanded. "Us 
guys are gettin' horny--not to mention hungry." He snickered "An' do I have 
somethin' hot for Miss Avalon to eat this morning!"

"Shit," Doris said savagely.

"C'mon, willya? Jake says to get yer asses movin' an' stop goofin' off."

His footsteps retreated away down the stairs.

Doris shrugged.

"Well, I guess that's it for the moment," she said resignedly, and climbed 
off the bed. "I guess I'll take a shower and start fixing breakfast while you 
get dressed. You can use any of my stuff you want--there's a hairbrush I 
don't use in the dresser drawer, and you can borrow any of my clothes that'll 
fit you, if you want a change. I brought your underwear for you, but I guess 
you'll need some clean panties, anyway." She frowned thoughtfully. "Better 
wear them, but you'll probably be more comfortable if you don't bother about 
a bra. Your fits are likely to get quite a lot of handling and there's no use 
getting yourself all tangled up in straps and stuff. Wear panties, though--
these guys are all old-fashioned enough to get a kick out of taking them off 
you, and you may as well give them all the harmless pleasure you can, in case 
they think of anything else."

"Doris--"

"I know, chickie, but there's nothing I can do! Just try to swing with it--
you're a sexy little number once you get going, and maybe you can get some 
fun out of it."

"Fun--?"

"Sure, why not? I don't go for men, but you do, don't you?"

"I--I guess so--but they're so--"

"Yeah. I know. Well--"

She shrugged again helplessly, and vanished into the bathroom and turned on 
the shower.

Sally found the hairbrush Doris had mentioned and sat down at the vanity and 
started, to take the tangles out of her hair. Fear started to knot her belly 
again.

How could she get any fun out of it?

Yet...

There had been that strange pleasure she had experienced when she had been 
sucking Willy's cock yesterday--that curious sense of power as she had 
caressed the pulsating organ with the sensitive tip of her tongue, and had 
let it slide deep into the warm clutch of her throat.

The strange pleasure of feeling him reduced to helplessness as her mouth and 
hands had given him ecstasy.

If only-

If only they wouldn't do anything to hurt her! If only they would be content 
with that kind of oral ministration, she thought she could bear it.

But there were the things Willy had said--about where he planned to penetrate 
her-

And the way they had discussed who was to have the privilege of deflowering 
her-

And the threats Jake had made, with that hard, cruel look in his stone-cold 
gray eyes-

And the thought of those vicious dogs outside-

And suppose they decided to kill her after all? Would Doris let them? Could 
Doris stop them?

Doris carne out of the bathroom, swiftly dressed, patted her on the shoulder, 
and left the room.

Moving like a zombie, Sally showered and dressed, taking a pair of Doris' 
clean panties, but putting on her own skirt and sweater. She couldn't find 
any stockings, and didn't want to put her own on unwashed, so she slipped her 
bare feet into her shoes and went downstairs to face the day's ordeals.

CHAPTER SEVEN


	The men were sitting around the kitchen table, eating eggs and bacon 
and drinking coffee. Doris was cooking at the stove; she flashed a glance of 
greeting to Sally, then looked away, as though reluctant to reveal their 
friendship.

	"Hey, you're late this mornin', teach," Willy called through a mouthful 
of toast.

	"Reckon Doris gave her a pretty hard time last night, huh?" Jerry 
sniggered. "How'd'ya like eatin' pussy, schoolteacher, huh? Me, I like it 
fine, sometimes--maybe I'll have me a mouthful of yours if you treat me 
good!"

	"Hope you ain't forgotten how to suck a cock, Miss Avalon," Willy said, 
"cause mine could sure use a little tender lovin' care as soon as I'm done 
eatin' here."

	Jake said:

	"She can attend to mine while I'm eating."

	They all turned to look at him, but his face showed nothing.

	He said:

	"She can get under the table an' suck me off while I'm eatin' my 
breakfast"

	Sally stood in silence, wondering if he were serious. 

	"Well, whaddya think your waitin' for, cunt?" he demanded. "Get yer fat 
ass under the table an' fish my cock out an' do a fuckin' good job on it"

	Doris did not look round from the stove to see her humiliation, but the 
other three men fixed their eyes on her with grins of unsympathetic amusement

	Sally looked for the easiest way to get under the table--one of them 
would have to move to let her by.

	She said to Willy:

	"May I come by your chair, please?"

	"Why, certainly, Miss: Avalon--a real pleasure," he declared with an 
elaborate flourish. "Only before you do, how about rollin' up that sweater 
some an' givin' me a nice refreshin' eyeful of them great big boobies?"

	Cheeks flaming, she reluctantly pulled the sweater upwards. She 
couldn't tell why she was ashamed--they had seen her breasts yesterday--but 
the inhibitions were far from dead yet.

	"Mm-mm," Willy said, shaking his head. "It'd be a lucky baby that got 
his breakfast outta them!"

	"Hey," Jerry said excitedly, "c'm'ere a minute, teach-I got an idea!"

	Dubiously, she glanced at Jake.

	"You heard what the feller said," he told her. "Get over there before I 
whip your fat ass."

	Sally moved around the table to Jerry.

	"Look," he said, and stuck his fork into a fried egg, so that the 
liquid yolk gushed out. "What you gotta do is dip your tits in that, see--
then I can lick it right off of them."

	Tod, so silent until now, burst into raucous laughter.

	"Say," he guffawed, "I'll try that too--Doris, baby, you fry me another 
egg, okay?"

	"Here." Jerry picked up the plate. "Go ahead."

	Revolted, she leaned over until the tip of one nipple was touching the 
pool of egg yolk. Jerry shoved the plate up a little, smearing her areola 
with the gummy yellow substance.

	"Okay," he said, setting the plate down. "Breakfast. C'm'ere, momma."

	"Ain't you gonna put no salt on?" Willy asked.

	"Nah--tit goes good with egg." He opened his mouth wide. "Sock it to 
me, momma.

	She edged her breast towards his mouth, and his lips closed over it, 
sucking almost savagely, so that she flinched a little in discomfort. He 
slipped one hand up beneath her skirt as he mouthed her nipple, and worked 
his fingers into one leg of her panties, groping for the cleft of her ass.

	"Hoo hoy," he panted, releasing her breast "That's some mouthful, 
sugar!" He squeezed the handful of buttock he was clutching. "And that's some 
butt you got there."

	"Gonna check into that today," Willy reminded him. "Gonna stick my dork 
up that little back hole--man, bet it's tight an' hot! Bet she yells her head 
off!"

	"What they call a piece of ass, huh?" Tod put in.

	"You gonna have a crack at it too?" Willy asked. "Hell, it ain't gonna 
wear out--there's enough for us all!"

	"Get under the table an' suck my dick, cunt," Jake ordered, his icy 
voice cutting across Willy's exuberant tones.

	Willy shifted his chair back, and Sally crouched down, going to her 
hands and knees to crawl under the table. Willy grabbed her by the hem of her 
skirt and yanked it up around her waist.

	"Sure is a pretty rear end," he said, and swatted it briskly with the 
flat of his palm. Sally squealed with surprise, and Tod and Jerry and Willy 
laughed.

	Jake said:

	"I'm waitin', bitch."

	She crawled over to him and reached up, awkward in the cramped space 
beneath the table, to his fly. He parted his legs a little, but that was all 
the help he gave.

	She worked the zipper down and timidly groped inside, finding that his 
cock was quite soft. She drew it out and crouched holding it for a moment, 
wondering, then bent her head and ran her tongue over the head.

	There seemed to be no response, and she waited, expecting some further 
instruction, but none came, so she licked it again, and again.

	Still nothing.

	"Work for it, cunt," Jake said.

	Behind her, she heard Willy squirming in his chair, and the sound of a 
shoe dropping to the floor. The next moment his bare toes were nudging at her 
ass, trying to hook into the waistband of her panties.

	She tried the maneuver of thrusting the tip of her tongue against the 
slit of Jake's cockhead, which had seemed to evoke an enthusiastic response 
from Willy, and at last there was a slight stirring in the limp flesh that 
rested in her mouth.

	Willy's toenails scraped at the exposed flesh of her back above her 
panties.

	She pressed her lips around the corona of Jake's cockhead, and there 
was a further stiffening of the recalcitrant organ, much to her relief.

	Willy managed to tangle his big toe in the band of the panties, and 
started to work them downwards.

	She ducked her head slightly to work Jake's cock towards the back of 
her throat. It slid over her tongue, pulsing slightly as the blood further 
expanded its tissues.

	Jake grunted slightly, and Willy tugged sharply at her panties. His toe 
slipped out of the band, and the elastic snapped sharply back against her 
skin. She gasped and choked slightly, which sent a still more powerful rush 
of blood through the cock that filled her mouth.

	Willy's groping toe returned for a new onslaught, and she steeled 
herself to ignore it, to concentrate on sliding the now hard cock back and 
forth between her lips. She felt none of the sensuous pleasure that had 
unexpectedly overtaken her when she had been performing this service for 
Willy yesterday. He had abandoned himself to the pleasure of her mouth, once 
it was fairly underway; she felt there was nothing in the least uncontrolled 
about Jake, and she dared not relax her guard.

	Willy was successful this time in dragging the panties down around her 
thighs; he then entertained himself by working the big toe of his exploring 
foot into the crack of her ass until it found the tight little hole, where he 
let it rest, wriggling it slightly from time to time.

	Jake's cock began to leak the clear fluid that told her she was having 
her effect on him, and she renewed her efforts. She was getting very cramped, 
crouched there under the table, and her neck and jaw were growing painfully 
fatigued.

	Willy's toe poked more demandingly against her asshole, and now seemed 
intent on working its way inward. Involuntarily she clenched against it, and 
heard his sly chuckle.

	Jake suddenly pulled out of her mouth.

	"You got plenty to learn yet, cunt," he said. "I guess Willy don't have 
the same high standard for a blow job that I do. Get out from under there."

	He stuffed his swollen cock back into his pants as she wriggled out 
from beneath the table, puzzled by his abrupt cutting short of the act. But 
there was no denying that the relief, however temporary, was welcome.

	"Didn't make him come, huh?" Willy grinned down at her. "Well, never 
mind, teach--you're gonna make me come, just as soon as I get another cup of 
coffee."

	"Come over here," Tod called to her, and she obediently made her way 
around the table to him, tugging her panties back around her waist as she 
went.

	He shoved his chair away from the table and pulled her down onto his 
lap. Once again her sweater was rolled up beneath her armpits, and Tod buried 
his face between the luscious mounds of her breasts.

	"Nice," he breathed. "So nice ... you going to be nice to me, aren't 
you?"

	He nuzzled into her cleavage, holding her around the waist with one 
arm, while his other had caressed her thigh.

	"Nice," he whispered again, and took one of her breasts into his mouth, 
sucking at the nipple as Jerry had earlier, but much more gently. Sally 
wondered whether he had something in common with his sister, as far as sexual 
attitudes were concerned.

	"Hey," Jerry called, "whyn't you fuck them tits, like I did yesterday? 
I tell you, ifs real nice, slidin' your dong through them things."

	Tod ignored him. He slipped his hand beneath her skirt and worked it up 
into her crotch. As Willy had, he groped beneath one of the leg openings, but 
his touch was not brutal. His fingers squirmed into her crotch, and nestled 
against the hair-covered lips of her sex, slowly working their way into the 
moist warm crack that lay between them.

	A shiver of response took hold of her, and her breathing quickened.

	His mouth on her nipple brought little currents of electrical pleasure 
to life, and his fingers working over her pussy roused similar little sparks 
there.

	She spread her legs wider, unthinkingly.

	"Hey," Willy crowed, "she's a hot hitch, huh? Look at her openin' up 
there!"

	Sally flinched slightly, but the sensations were too strong to be 
negated by embarrassment Tod had settled a finger against her clitoris now, 
and was rolling the little knob of flesh around, while his thumb caressed the 
tight lips guarding her virginal inner channel, which was starting to ooze 
forth its slippery juice in automatic response.

	"Yeah," Jerry said. "Get 'er good an' wet, Tod--plenty of that good 
pussy juice flowin' to spread round her asshole when we start plowin' it--
knew a feller once, tried it when the broad's hole was too dry 'n' tight, 
damn near took the skin right off of his dick!"

	Tod raised his head.

	"Let me alone, huh?"

	"Aw," Willy protested, "you don't like to have any fun. Is she gettin' 
good an' wet?"

	Impatiently, Tod pushed her off his lap.

	"Hell," he said, stalking out of the kitchen, "find out for 
yourselves."

	"Jeeze," Jerry commented wonderingly as the door slammed, "whassamatter 
with that guy?"

	"Let's go in the living room," Willy said. "I need to get my dork in 
one of her holes--I don't give a shit what problems anyone else's got."

	He swatted Sally's ass again.

	"Get movin', teach," he said briskly. "Busy busy busy! We got a lot to 
learn today, you know."

	Obediently, she headed for the living room, Jerry and Jake following. 
Now fear was building again, conflicting with the remains of the arousal 
Tod's caresses had started to build in her, and she found herself clenching 
her teeth as she waited for their next moves.

	Jake threw himself down into one of the armchairs and caught her eye. 
He ordered:

	"Take those clothes off, cunt--you don't need them." 

	She had not been completely naked before them yet--now, as she slowly 
peeled off her clothes, she felt that she was losing a flimsy defense.

	Willy gave a long whistle as the full impact of her voluptuous body 
struck him.

	"Ain't she somethin'?"

	Jerry contributed:

	"Like they used to say in them old detective books: She's a natural 
blonde!"

	"I'll say she is--and man, them tits knock me out every time I see 
them!"

	"We gonna break in her asshole now?" Jerry asked.

	"I want a blowjob first," Willy declared.

	He snapped his fingers at Sally and pointed to the floor in front of 
him, fumbling his fly open as she meekly knelt in the indicated place.

	The cock that burst forth from confinement was hard and ready to go. It 
reached out to her, pulsing through the length of its prominent veins, the 
head and upper part of the shaft dyed angry purple with engorged blood.

	"You like that, teach?" he demanded.

	To please him--only to please him?--she nodded.

	"It tasted real good last time, huh? Go on, give it a good lick with 
that cute pink tongue."

	She ducked her head towards it and took a deep breath. She poked out 
her tongue and touched the tautly stretched skin of the mushroom crown. It 
throbbed responsively, alive and warm, and she found herself vividly 
recalling the power she had discovered to bring pleasure to this strange 
thing....

	She swept her tongue in a broad track of moisture around the dome, then 
pulled back a little to contemplate the wet gleam upon the fiery flesh.

	He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her face into his crotch.

	"Suck the hell out of it, baby," he panted in a hoarse, urgent voice 
"Get your mouth round it and suck it real good, like you did before."

	She curled her hand around his jutting cock and guided it back between 
her lips, closing her lips over the purple crown and sliding her mouth all 
the way down to the base, recalling her recently acquired expertise at 
relaxing her throat muscles to admit the intruder.

	Willy groaned and inhaled, and she pulled her head back and away, once 
again looking at the gleaming wetness. Then she started to lick her way 
around the spit-shining head like a child with an ice cream cone, thrusting 
her tongue into the fluid welling out of the hole and lapping it up with a 
relish that surprised her, then tickling the underside of the supersensitive 
ridge with little darting thrusts of her pointed pink tongue.

	Willy's body started to jerk as the pleasure took over his senses. His 
face contorted with ecstasy, and he clutched at Sally's shoulders for 
support. He started to thrust with his hips, driving his cock into her throat 
again and again, no longer wanting her activity, demanding only that she 
remain passive and open to him while he plowed into her.

	It became hard to sustain; she started to be afraid that he would choke 
her, for some of his instrokes were so long-lasting that she had difficulty 
getting her breath. She caught at his hips with some vague notion of 
controlling him, but he was like a wild thing now, and grabbed her head, 
forcing her face against his groin while he made his last few violent pumping 
motions, and suddenly flooded her throat with hot sperm while she choked and 
spluttered.

	Then abruptly he pushed her away, and staggered backwards to collapse 
into a chair, while she coughed and panted and swallowed, crumpled on the 
floor.

	"Man," he gasped, "that was something!"

	Sally looked up, wiping away the tears that choking had forced to her 
eyes, and saw that Jake was beckoning to her.

	"You got some unfinished business here, cunt," he said. "Dig it out and 
try again."

	He unzipped his fly and waited.

CHAPTER EIGHT


	Once again she probed inside his fly and brought out his cock. She was 
surprised to find it slightly tumescent this time, and as she slid it into 
her mouth and began to work her tongue around its ridged head, she hoped that 
now he would let her bring him to climax, and then maybe he wouldn't be so 
determined on frightening her so much.

	"Sure does turn a guy on," Jerry said hoarsely, "seein' a big-titted 
blonde kneelin' between a guy's legs with his dong goin' in an' out her mouth 
that way."

	"Shit," Willy chuckled, "everythin' turns you on, you horny 
sonofabitch."

	"Yeah," Jerry agreed complacently. "Say, you never did finish tellin' 
us about that broad onna bus--that was turnin' me on, an' no mistake. Tell me 
the whole thing now, huh--while we watch little Miss Tits there makin' a pig 
of herself on Jake's schwanz. Jeeze, just watchin' her do that an' lookin' at 
that cute ass of hers an' thinkin' about gettin' plugged in there--go on, 
Willy, tell us right from the start."

	"Well," Willy said slowly, "like I said, it was on the Greyhound--I was 
sittin' there, mindin' my own business, lookin' at the pictures in Gallery, 
an' we get to one of the stops, an' this woman gets on. She's maybe thirty, 
you know, but a real knockout--dressed all in high heels an' a micromini an' 
one of them see-through tops--well, not see-through, but sort of clingy, an' 
thin enough you can see her nipples like a coupla dark quarters, you know?

	"So, like I told you before, there ain't many people onna bus. Empty 
seats. There's me sittin' in one a' the back seats--I mean, she had 
practic'ly the whole fuckin' bus to choose from, but she comes swingin' her 
tail down the aisle an' them nice bouncy boobs is kinda heavin' around--just 
like teacher's, here, when she ain't wearin' a bra--an' I take a good look, 
like any guy would, an' what with them an' the gash I'd been lookin' at in 
Gallery, the ole dork is gettin' kinda restless--you know?

	"So I kinda reach down to adjust it a little, an' damned if the broad 
don't watch what I'm doin'--an she goes on watchin' while I, you know, ease 
it round some so's it's more comfortable--so I look up at her an catch her 
eye an' sorta run my tongue over my lips; like it was her pussy--always gives 
me a charge when broads get all snooty an' turn their heads away--an' you 
know they're gonna be thinkin' about it the rest of the day, an' maybe 
stickin' their fingers up their gash dreamin' about it at night.

	"But this broad, Jesus, she just takes a great big breath that makes 
her tits stand out like a coupla cantaloupes, an' she comes right over to 
where I'm sittin' and she says:

	"'I beg your pardon, but is this seat taken?'

	"So what can I do except shake my head, an' damned if she don't sit 
herself right down there beside me!"

	Jake's cock was twitching reluctantly into full hardness, and Sally 
moved her head forward to slide it into the recesses of her throat, the smell 
of his crotch rising to her nostrils; and once again that treacherous little 
spark of fiery sensation began to make itself felt in her pussy.

	"So then the bus gets goin' again, an' she pulls this magazine outta 
her shoulderbag and starts lookin' at it--an' it's one of them Playgirl 
things they do for broads these days--dumb pictures of guys bareass, with no 
hardon.

	"She looks at it for a coupla minutes, an' I take a look too, an' then 
I take a look at her tits, an' they're a hell of a lot more interestin'--her 
nipples are standin' up like pencil erasers, poking that top she's wearin' 
out in front An' the way she's sittin--you can damn near see right up to her 
crotch. It's the sorta view you like best when it's opposite you-only sittin' 
right next to it is even better, even if you don't see quite as good.

	"An' then--oh, Jesus!--she turns her head, slow and meanin' that I 
shouldn't miss it, an' she looks down in my crotch, an' then she looks back 
at this guy in the magazine, an' then she looks back at my crotch--an' then 
she shuts the magazine an' she puts it away, an she twists round in the seat 
a bit so she's facin' me some, an' she says:

	"'1 beg your pardon, but would you allow me to take a look at your 
penis?' All refined, you know, like she was askin' me what time it was. Only 
she was talkin' quiet.

	"So I figure, what the fuck?

	"I reach down an' unzip my pants--goin' careful, cause her askin' that 
on top of everythin' else--well, I ain't kiddin', it was rarin' up so hard 
you'd think it was tryin' to bust out right through the front.

	"An it comes rarin' up, all big an' purple, you know the way it gets, 
an' she kinda gasps, an, says: 'Oh, my, that's really magnificent!' She knew 
a good dork when she saw one, that broad, I tell ya!"

	Sally thought back to the scene in the car on their way here, and 
wondered whether this had really happened to Willy, or if it was just one of 
his cherished fantasies.

	No matter--she was curiously eager to hear more!

	"So I say: 'You wanna cop a feel, lady, go right ahead.'

	"An' she does just that--she puts her hand round it, under the head, 
like she knows what's what, an' she gives it a nice squeeze.

	"An' then, you know what this crazy gash says to me?"

	"What?" Jerry's breathing was heavy with excitement.

	"She says: 'Would you let me sit on it while we ride?'"

	"No shit!" Jerry panted.

	"Yeah. So--well, Jesus, like I said, we're at the back of the bus, an' 
not too many people about, so what am I gonna turn down some nooky for--when 
it's bein' dumped right in my lap," he added with a snicker.

	Jake grunted and started to jerk his pelvis slightly. Sally glanced up 
at his face for a moment and saw that his teeth were clenched, his eyes 
almost shut in tight, tense slits.

	She had the sudden overwhelming urge to see him lose that tightly 
preserved self-control, to hear him moaning with delight and gasping 
helplessly as orgasm overcame him.

	She redoubled her efforts.

	"Yeah, so then what?" Jerry hissed urgently.

	"So then--shit, just tryin' it on, you know? I say: 'What's it worth to 
you, lady?'

	"An' damn if she don't say, cool as you like: 'Would twenty dollars pay 
for your trouble?'

	"Well, it kinda knocks me back, an' then I think I oughta see how high 
I can get her to go, but what the fuck, I'm gettin' hot as all hell there, 
an' I never expected her to pay me--so I say: 'Okay, lady, twenty bucks is 
fine,' and this crazy gash, she reaches for her pocketbook an' pulls out her 
wallet an' hands over twenty bucks, just like that.

	"Then, with me sittin' there holdin' it, she gets up an' edges along so 
she's standin' in fronta me, an' she hikes up her skirt--Jesus, it was nearly 
as high as her twat already--an' you know, she's wearin' a pair of them 
panties like you see in the ads at the back of the magazines, with the crotch 
cut out!"

	"Oh, man!" Jerry breathed. "Oh, jeeze, this is makin' me so fuckin' 
horny--!"

	"Hear that, teach?" Willy called. "There's a real hot dick waitin' for 
you when you've done with Jake--an' mine's getting ready for seconds any 
minute!"

	Sally went on flailing the head and shaft of Jake's rod with her 
tongue, as though she had not heard, but a tremor of anticipation--fear? 
excitement?--shot through her pussy once again.

	"Go on! Go on!" Jerry urged.

	"So she kinda backs into me, an' she reaches her hand down an' takes 
hold of my dick in her hand, an she holds it steady an' kinda just sits down, 
real slow, feedin' it up her gash--an jeeze, she had a twat that was so tight 
an' hot an' juicy, I hadda start thinkin' of ice water showers just to keep 
from shootin' my whole wad right that minute!

	"So she gets the whole of my dork shoved lip her hole, an' she ends up 
sittin' on my lap, facin' front, with her legs spread wide open, an' I reach 
round an stroke her real nice, smooth thighs, an' she leans back against me, 
an' she whispers:

	"'Wouldn't you like to play with my tits a little?'

	"So I shove my hands up under her top, an' get my hands full of her 
jugs, with these gorgeous hard nipples, an' I can start to smell her now, 
like a bitch in heat, an' her juice is tricklin' down on my thighs an' my 
halls--that pussy was like a hot swamp, I tell you!

	"An' then she puts her hand down in her crotch, an' she starts. playin' 
with her twat--diddlin' herself, rubbin' her clit, all slow an' dreamy, an' 
she kinda rocks herself around a bit, an' she sorta humps up an' down a few 
times, just a little bit, you know, an' I'm kneadin' these beautiful jugs--
an' the ole dork is about goin' crazy up her twat, an' I wanna come the worst 
way, hut I can't stand to finish it-

	And then the bus hits a rough patch in the road, an' starts joltin' up 
an' down for a few feet--an' that was it! I shot off like a fuckin' fountain, 
an' she starts comin' too, an' she's kinda shriekin', only in a whisper--
never heard nothin' like it in my life before!"

	"Oh, wow," Jerry moaned.

	"An then--she kinda lays back against me, an' I wait for my dick to 
slide outa her--only it don't! It stays right there, an' I guess it just 
didn't wanna come outta there--it never even got soft!

	"An' after a minute, when she's got her breath back, she sees what's 
happened, an says: 'Do you think you can do it again?' So I say: 'Sure feels 
that way, don't it?'

	"Then she kinda clears her throat a bit, an' says:

	"Td like to try it behind.'

	"'You mean up the ass, lady!' I ask her, an' she nods.

	"So she stands up, an' my dick comes slidin' out with a kinda squelchy 
noise, an' this smell of hot gash like you wouldn't believe, an' she sorta 
sticks out her cute butt an' says: 'Will you guide it, please.'

	"So I nudge it up against her bottom an' she reaches back an' pulls her 
asscheeks apart, an' there's her asshole, all puckered up an' sorta pinky-
brown, kinda cute if you like assholes--"

	"Oh, I like em, when they're in a pretty broad's butt," Jerry leered.

	"Well, I tell you, this butt was pretty as they come. An' the ole dork 
was all over come an, pussy juice, an when I get it lined up an' she starts 
to squat down on it, it just slides up her poopshute like a hot knife in 
butter."

	"Tight, huh?"

	"Tight! You better believe it! Jeeze, her twat was hot an' tight, but 
her shithole was like havin' a big soft hand grabbin' your dick an' squeezin' 
till you couldn't see straight!"

	"Wowee!"

	"Yeah, that's about what I said! So I stick one hand back up under her 
top to get me some more action with them bouncing jugs, an' she whispers:

	"'I wish you'd play with me here, too,' an' she takes my other hand an' 
shoves it against her pussy."

	"A real nympho, huh!" Jerry sighed ecstatically.

	"So I kinda work my fingers round for a minute--all sloshy an' juicy, 
you know--an' she says:

	"'Please, put your fingers right inside me.'

	"So I kinda bunch my fingers together an' I shove 'em right up her cunt 
hole, an' she sorta props up her feet against the back of the seat in front 
of us, an' it's wild, see, I can feel my own dork in her coalshute rubbin' 
against my fingers in her twat--I coulda nearly jerked myself off!

	"An' then she starts diddlin' her clit again, slow, an I work my 
fingers up an' down in her hot sloshy hole, an' she kinda squeezes my dick 
with her insides, an' her nipples are like a pair of rocks, they're so hard-

	"An' then, oh, Jesus, these two kids that got on the same stop she did 
decided to take a walk an' they come strollin' back--two kids, about sixteen, 
maybe--and' they get there without me realizin', I'm so kinda knocked out by 
what I'm doin' to this crazy nympho gash an' what that coalshute of hers is 
doin' to my cock--an' there they are, all of a sudden', with their mouths 
hangin' open an' their eyes big as plates--"

	"Go on, for fuck sake!"

	"Well, I was so turned on, I wasn't gonna stop for nothin', an' the 
broad, she just looked at them, an' then she beckoned to them, an' one of 
them came stumblin' over, like in a dream, an' she reaches for his pants an' 
unzips him an' she fished out his dick an' starts jerkin' him--an' she tells 
the other one to kneel on the seat, an' she gets his out, too, an' kinda 
leans over sideways an' starts suckin' him off--jerkin' one, suckin' the 
other one--an' I still got one hand on her tits an' the other one hallway up 
her twat, an' she keeps on squeezin' my dork, an'--oh, Jesus, it was the 
weirdest tangle I ever been in!

	"An the kid she's suckin' shoots, an' then the one she's jerkin' 
shoots--young kids, no stayin' power--an' I start givin' her clit some action 
with my thumb since she took her hand off to jerk the kid--an', man, if the 
first time was wild, when she came the second time, it was like gettin' your 
dick caught in a vacuum cleaner or somethin'--thought I was gonna die comin', 
it was so fuckin' incredible--"

	"Yeah?"

	"Well, then the kids kinda zipped up and sneaked off back where they 
came, like they was scared--an' the broad heaves herself up off my lap, an' 
shoves a wad of Kleenex up into her gash to sop up the juice, an' she wipes 
off my dork with a piece, then she leans over an' gives it a big, juicy kiss.

	"'That was very nice,' she says.

	"An' a minute later, the bus pulls in at the next stop, an' she throws 
all the Kleenex under the seat, an' she's up outta the seat without another 
word--doesn't look back or nothin', an' she gets off the bus, an' I watch 
outta the window--an' Jesus, there's this guy comes to meet her, an' he's a 
preacher! Dog collar an' all! I reckon she was married to him--but I've never 
figured it out, wearin' them slit panties an' all--Jesus, it was the weirdest 
thing ever happened to me!"

	"Jeeze, that's somethin', ain't it," Jerry mused.

	"You ain't kiddin'. An' she paid me twenty fuckin' dollars for the 
pleasure of plowin' her cunt an' asshole--shit, I'da almost paid her!"

	Jake suddenly stiffened, then lunged forward at the hips, driving his 
cock deeply into Sally's throat, as mercilessly, and more so, as Willy 
before, and grabbed her head to hold her immobile while his sperm pulsed out 
and filled her throat with its salty bitterness, then he released her, 
choking, and slumped back, watching her as she slowly recovered.

	"Hey, you done?" Jerry demanded.

	"Yeah," Jake growled.

	"Oh, man--then I'm gonna get my dong up her asshole, right now! I'm 
hotter than a red hot poker!"

CHAPTER NINE


	Sally stood up, wiping her mouth, and eyed Jerry with considerable 
apprehension. He was licking his lips as he came towards her, and she felt 
more than ever like a creature being mercilessly hunted down.

	He reached out his hands and fondled her breasts for a moment, his 
breath rasping with excitement.

	"What you gonna do?" Willy asked curiously.

	"She needs somethin' to lean over, huh?"

	"You can lay her flat on the floor."

	"Nah," Jerry answered definitely. "When I screw a dame inna ass, I like 
to have it stuck up good where I can get at it without havin' to scrunch 
around- -I like to be standin' up, so's I can really go at it."

	"Put her over the arm of a chair, then," Jake suggested, busy rezipping 
his fly.

	"Yeah, I guess that'd do," Jerry agreed. "Or over the table in the 
kitchen-- even better. Just the right height, the table, I reckon."

	"C'mon, then," Willy said impatiently. "Let's go in the kitchen an' get 
started. I wanna watch you do it to her, Jerry, then I'm gonna go in after 
you."

	He opened the door.

	"After you, Miss Avalon," he said.

	And, naked and helpless, she went into the kitchen.

	Tod was sitting there, and Doris was working at the table, cutting up 
stewing meat.

	"Hey, Doris, baby, we have to borrow the table," Jerry told her 
brusquely.

	"What for?" She looked at him with dislike, and sliced a piece of beef 
into four pieces with a quick, neat movement.

	He giggled.

	"Need it for teacher. It'd just the right height for her to bend over 
while I plug into her butt."

	"You'll have to wait," Doris told him firmly. "I have things to do, and 
I want to get this stew started. You'll want dinner tonight, won't you?"

	"Yeah, but--"

	"Never mind but. If I cook, I do it when I choose. It's my fuckin' 
house."

	"Tod's, too," Willy reminded her.

	"Tod agrees with me, don't you?"

	Tod nodded

	"Leave her alone," he said. "She cooks best when she isn't getting 
hassled."

	"Guess we gotta find someplace else, then," Jerry grumbled. "Jeeze, 
fuckin' broads ain't nothin' but trouble!"

	Doris stepped from behind the table, and with a swift flash of her arm, 
twisted him around and planted her foot against his ass, and sent him 
hurtling across the room. He crashed into the door and staggered, dazed, 
while Willy and Tod guffawed at his discomfiture.

	"Hey," he protested, "what the fuck--?"

	"Nobody calls me a fuckin' broad," Doris told him calmly. She returned 
to her work, and when Jerry started towards her, she hefted the knife 
meaningfully in her hand.

	"And don't forget I'm a brown belt," she added, "in good practice, 
too."

	A pity karate was no use against a couple of savage Dobermans, Sally 
mused.

	"Hit my goddamn head," Jerry complained petulantly. "I gotta go siddown 
a minute."

	Doris said:

	"Tod wants Sally for a while--you guys have all had a share of her. Why 
don't you leave her here and clear out?"

	"But we're gettin' ready to screw her in the ass," Willy protested.

	"Well, you can wait," Doris snapped. "Let poor Jerry get over 
headache."

	"She ain't kiddin'," Jerry said ruefully. "You got any aspirin in this 
joint?"

	"Bathroom," Doris said. "Go on, piss off."

	Rather to Sally's surprise, they did, leaving her alone with the 
brother and sister.

	Tod held out a hand to Sally, and she went to him, and he drew her down 
onto his lap, as he had before, and once again he nuzzled his face into her 
breasts.

	"Beautiful," he muttered, "lovely, sweet soft tits--" 

	His hand went to her crotch, and once again he began to caress her, 
gently parting her plump labia and insinuating her fingertips into the warm, 
moist crack.

	Sally relaxed in his embrace; she felt that he would not treat her 
roughly, and she gave herself over to the enjoyment of his stroking of her 
pussy, his ardent suckling of her breasts.

	He seemed content with this for a long time, then he said softly:

	"Sally, how'd you like me to do what they said they're going to do?"

	Sally looked at him, taken aback.

	Tod's eyes were pleading.

	"I'd do it carefully," he said. "The first time--you don't want it 
rough, the first time, do you?"

	"No," she said, almost inaudibly.

	Doris looked round and said:

	"You can trust him, Sally. It would be a lot better for you."

	"Well--okay," Sally agreed helplessly.

	If somebody had to invade her virginal asshole, it might as well be the 
more civilized Tod, she supposed.

	"Why don't you go upstairs and use my room," Doris suggested. "It's 
about the most comfortable place."

	Tod hesitated, then said:

	"Will you come too, Doris?"

	"You want me to?"

	"Mm."

	"Okay," she said tolerantly. "When I've got the stew done. It won't be 
long now."

	Tod sighed, Sally thought with relief, and returned to mouthing her 
breast.

	She was puzzled: why would a man want his sister in the same room where 
he would be having sex?

	But she ceased to wonder as Tod's fingers sought out her clitoris with 
renewed enthusiasm, and the delicious little sparks of ecstasy began to leap 
through her body.

	The slow, sweet tide of sensation mounted and churned through the lips 
of her pussy and lapped at her belly; his suckling mouth sent lascivious 
messages of lustful anticipation crackling along her nerves. She found 
herself coming closer to the edge of release, her wildly inflamed clitoris a 
red hot coal burning between the lips of her cunt setting all the surrounding 
tissues on fire, and his unceasing caress was like a steady stream of fuel 
played upon it, until the moment came when the final combustion point was 
reached and passed, and the fire exploded into a brilliant burst of sensuous 
ecstasy that sent her head spinning and her body into wild spasms of 
quivering passion.

	Then, as she slowly drifted back towards reality, she heard Doris say:

	"Okay, the stew's done; let's go upstairs."

	Tod gently pushed Sally off his lap and onto her feet, and with Doris 
leading the way, they went upstairs to the bedroom where she and Sally had 
spent the preceding night.

	Doris briskly seized the bed pillows and arranged them in a heap in the 
middle of the mattress.

	"Sprawl yourself down over those, chickie," she instructed Sally, "and 
just relax, okay?"

	"Uh--"

	Doris took her hand and looked into her eyes intently.

	"Don't worry, huh? Tod's a sweet guy--he isn't going to hurt you. And 
I'll be right here to make sure."

	Sally swallowed, and nodded.

	"So," Doris said, "come lie down."

	She settled Sally face-down on the bed, her hips resting on the pillows 
so that her buttocks were thrust up into the air, inviting and very 
vulnerable.

	She closed her eyes and tried to follow Doris' instructions to relax, 
feeling the shaking of the bed as Tod crawled into a position behind her....

	She involuntarily stiffened in expectation of pain, but instead she 
felt a tiny stream of warm air, which she realized was his breath when he 
began to lavish dozens of tiny kisses on the silky white skin of her 
voluptuous ass cheeks.

	Her flesh prickled in response: the touches of his lips were so 
delicate that it raised gooseflesh all over her, and to her astonishment she 
found that the sensual fire was building up once again inside her belly.

	Was she insatiable? she wondered guiltily.

	After a few delicious minutes, her flesh began to crave a firmer 
stimulus, and she found herself squirming her hips slightly, pushing 
backwards just a little. The movement stirred the lips of her pussy against 
the pillows, she found, and she repeated it, enjoying the sensation.

	Shamelessly...

	Then there started a nibbling. A sensation that hovered on the edge of 
pain, as it had done when Doris had so delicately chewed on them earlier--the 
tension of the almost-pain, she discovered, somehow heightened the pleasure 
that was steadily surging through her body.

	And then she shuddered with shame and delight as the warmly probing, 
saliva- wet blunt-pointed dagger of his tongue slid along the crevice between 
her buttocks and invaded the tightness of the rear valley, licking up and 
down the oddly textured lining and finally probing gently but insistently 
into the tightly folded rosette of her virginal asshole.

	There was a movement beside her, and Doris knelt on the bed. Sally 
smiled up at her, and Doris stroked her hair.

	"Okay, chickie?" she whispered.

	Sally nodded.

	Doris turned to her brother.

	"Tod, baby," she said, "work your hand underneath her and give her some 
clit action--the way you do for me."

	The words drifted into Sally's brain, but she was too preoccupied with 
the pleasures of her body to give them any analytical thought just then.

	Tod worked one hand beneath her, seeking through the dew-moist folds of 
her outer labia, working over the engorged tissues until his fingertips homed 
in on the pulsating morsel of her blood-filled clitoris. The delightful 
friction wove its elusive yet very tangible magic until she heard herself 
moaning helplessly, all too willing to abandon herself to whatever this man, 
this stranger, this one of her kidnappers, chose to do with her.

	She found her nipples growing achingly hard with eager response, and a 
slow, steady throbbing made itself evident in the inflamed lips of her pussy. 
He ducked his face down to lap along their musky plumpness as far as he could 
reach, and to dart his tongue, like a searching bee, into the welling nectar.

	Then she heard him gasp:

	"Do you have the oil there, Doris?"

	"Mm-hmm. Shall I do it?"

	"Yeah. Let me watch you..."

	"You want to watch me get her ready for you, hmm?"

	"Christ, yes?"

	She heard the slight grating sound of the cap of a bottle being 
unscrewed, and then she started slightly as Doris' warm, knowing fingers, 
slick with baby oil, probed gently into her ass cleft, and one of them 
penetrated the tightly clutching sphincter muscle.

	Again, that odd pain-swallowed-in-pleasure feeling...

	"You want me to put a little on your cock, baby?" Doris crooned 
throatily.

	"Yes ... please.."

	The sound of other flesh than her own being anointed came to Sally's 
ears, but her mind was still too hazy to think.

	Then there was a little pause, during which she lay waiting, throbbing 
with expectation, her pussy oozing a steady trickle of juice that made her 
remember that there was another penetration to come when this one was 
over....

	Suppose it were to happen right now...

	Would it feel as good as her burning pussy told her it ought to 
feel...?

	Then he was sliding his hands around her hips to hold her steady, and 
she wished that he had not taken his fingers away from her pussy. His 
cockhead, hot and oily and determined, was sliding through the waiting 
valley, far more formidable than the tongue and the finger that had explored 
there before.

	Big...

	It pressed against the asshole, and she tensed, suddenly giving way to 
alarm.

	His hand stroked her hair and down the length of her back, a caress 
that was affectionate and reassuring, and she let herself go limp with a 
conscious effort, taking a deep breath of air, trying to help him by relaxing 
as fully as possible.

	Slowly his cock sank in, nudging its way into the interior darkness of 
her rectum. She found herself holding her breath, despite her resolution to 
relax, and couldn't let it go for several seconds. Her fingers clutched 
anxiously at the sheet beneath her: she felt bloated and filled intolerably.

	But the piercing shaft's invasion of her body was smooth and oddly 
sweet; it plunged inward until she felt his balls swing softly against her 
thighs, and then a brush of prickliness as his pubic hair rubbed against the 
backs of her ass cheeks. The penetration made her gasp in surprise and a 
little stinging pain, but it was as though a warm poker had been thrust into 
her entrails, bringing in its wake a delicious heat that began to radiate out 
into her belly, and to saturate her pussy with new waves of the marvelous 
sex-tingles.

	Then he lay still for a few moments to let her get accustomed to the 
hard fullness stuffing her rear passage, and she contracted her muscles 
experimentally, and with delighted surprise felt the responsive leap of his 
cock.

	He whispered:

	"Get up--on your hands and knees--okay?"

	Obediently she heaved herself into the position he wanted, and Doris, 
still kneeling on the bed, reached to caress her rubbery-hard nipples, then 
slid her hand down between Sally's thighs and dug between her fleshy labia to 
strum her vibrating clitoris.

	Tod's cock slid slowly out of her, until only its head remained, and 
then it made an equally slow return, to the deepest point it could reach. 
This time the sensation of its passage seem to inflame the walls of her anal 
canal with fiery friction, and the heat was conducted through her flesh to 
the lips of her cunt, to the knob of her clitoris, stoking yet more fuel into 
the ecstatic flame that filled her belly.

	Then he began pumping into her, like a dog screwing a bitch in heat. 
And she felt like a bitch in heat, her thoughts, lewd and open and eager and 
shameless--she thrust back at him, gasping at the stinging, delicious 
pleasure pain, and somehow that combined with Doris' searching fingers on her 
cunt, Doris' hand delving into the musky, juicy, passion-swollen lips where 
her clitoris strained and throbbed, as hard as a little fingertip in its tiny 
hood, was bringing her to the edge of the chasm of oblivious ecstasy faster 
than she could possibly control.

	Alerted to her imminent climax by her ever-louder moans and spasms, he 
suddenly thrust her back down over the pillows, so that her breasts were 
crushed against the sheet; Doris' band trapped beneath her, still undauntedly 
fondling Sally's cunt. Her hips were thrust upward into the air, and his 
pounding attack became almost ferocious, his loins, slapping noisily against 
the fleshy cheeks of her ass, his balls swinging forward with every stroke, 
his fingers digging into her hips almost painfully as he rammed in and out 
like a power-driven piston.

	With a guttural, animal cry, he came, and the sound of the passion in 
his voice, the convulsions of his body, the sudden extra hardening of his 
cock and its throbbing as it spurted white fire deep up into the dark canal 
of her gut sent Sally hurtling into orbit.

	That orgasm seemed to last for hours, and by the time she was aware of 
the world again, Tod had pulled out of her, and was sprawled on the bed next 
to her, avidly eating the cunt of the now naked Doris-

	His sister.

CHAPTER TEN


	"It's--incest," Sally said hesitantly.

	Doris set a plateful of eggs and toast in front of her.

	"Eat," she said. "Jerry's prowling around looking as though his 
headache's gone. Better eat while you have the chance."

	Meekly Sally scooped up a forkful of eggs, took a bite of toast, 
finding she was very hungry.

	"But," she said, a few bites later, "Doris, you and--your brother--"

	Doris poured freshly made coffee into two cups.

	"Do you take sugar and cream?"

	"Just black, please...."

	Doris set one cup beside Sally's plate and sat down across the table 
with the other.

	"Incest," Sally said weakly.

	"Technically, I suppose," Doris agreed. "Or maybe not technically--it 
depends how you look at it."

	"I don't--understand."

	Doris said levelly: "I don't let him fuck me. I don't let any man fuck 
me. Even without getting raped that time, I don't like to make it with men. 
Doing other things--is that incest?"

	"I--"

	"You know the only real argument against incest, other than moral 
taboos? It's the possibility of concentrating unfavorable genes in the 
children. If there's family weakness, then a sibling mating may mean that 
both parents are contributing the same gene that carries the weakness, and if 
that gene is usually recessive, getting it from both sides increases the 
chances of the weakness showing up. That's all. No fucking, no kids. Didn't 
you play around with your brother?"

	Sally shook her head. "Don't have one."

	"Mm. Well--Tod and I have always been--close. In fact--well, we were 
brought up kind of isolated, slap in the middle of one of the biggest cattle 
ranches in the country--had private tutors, and no one much to mix with--so 
we mixed with each other when our adolescent juices started flowing. Only I 
couldn't stand to be fucked, even then--he tried it once, and I couldn't 
stand it! And he--shit, I don't know the ins and outs of it, but he has 
trouble getting ft up if I'm not around..."

	Sally stared, trying to comprehend.

	"You know, I hardly ever saw another woman, another girl, till I left 
the ranch. Our father had this weird idea about kids contaminating each other 
or something--that's why we never went to school or anything. But what I saw 
on TV really turned me on--I mean, I knew that what I wanted was to make it 
with others of my own sex. But there were none around, except for our 
housekeeper who was maybe sixty and weighed about two hundred pounds--and Tod 
was there, and horny-hell, we just sort of drifted into things, and never 
really drifted out!

	"Then when we were nearly twenty--I was nineteen, he was eighteen--the 
old man kicked off, and we got what money there was--seemed he'd been playing 
games with the tax people for the last few years, so they came m and grabbed 
quite a lot of it--we headed for life in the big city.

	"I got raped the second night--not used to being on my guard. Hadn't 
gotten through my head I couldn't walk through a park at night alone. But 
that just kind of fixed it--if I'd ever thought I'd try to make it with men, 
that just about wiped it out completely."

	She grinned at Sally.

	"I went and took karate lessons, instead. Then went to art school--a 
painter is what I am when I'm not frying eggs for crazy hoods-and--well, Tod 
and I just stayed together, pretty much--only he kept getting into the 
dumbest kind of trouble, and I kept getting involved because I tried to fish 
him out-and Christ, this one's a real beauty," she added. "I'm damned if I 
want to take off to South America for the rest of my life the way they plan!"

	"But can't you tell them that you're not doing this of your own free 
will? If you don't go with them--"

	Doris sighed. "You know, I've been turning that over and over in my 
head.... At times it seems quite reasonable. Then other times, I think about 
the fuzz mad as hell because the others have gotten away, so they decide to 
throw the whole works at me--bail I couldn't make, for a start, and I can't 
stand the idea of being shut up in some stinking prison--anyway, there's 
Tod...."

	Sally stared at her more intently.

	"Could he get past the dogs?" she asked.

	"I guess so." Doris shrugged. "They're not guarding any of us, only 
you."

	"Then--if Tod doesn't want to go along with them--if he went and gave 
himself up--said he'd turn state's evidence--told them you were involved 
against your will--"

	Doris was silent Then she said:

	"I wonder if that would work? I'm pretty sure Tod would like to get out 
of this--and if the other three make their getaway as they've planned, they 
can't implicate him in any of the things they've threatened to make him go 
along this far.... It's the house, you see," she explained. "They wanted to 
be able to hole up here while they wait for the chopper to get them out--so 
Tod and I had to be involved. I didn't realize they were kidnapping along 
with the robbery," she added ruefully. "Originally I think they just planned 
to leave you there after they'd threatened to kill you to get the coins and 
things handed over--but then Jake, I guess, realized that he needed the added 
security. So-here you are."

	Sally swallowed the last of her eggs.

	"I can be a witness too," she said. "I guess they'd believe me if I 
said you and Tod were being--well, pressured."

	"Maybe. I'll talk to Tod and see--"

	The kitchen door burst open.

	"Okay," Jerry Yapped, "so that sneakin' fuckin' Ted got at you before I 
did--I'm gonna bust his skull open when I catch up with him, but right now, 
teacher baby, you're comin' in the other room an' I'm gonna plow your ass but 
good! I ain't takin' no more of this motherfuckin' stallin' an playin' 
around."

	He grabbed Sally's arm and roughly jerked her to her feet

	"An' you keep out of it, dyke, or I'll shove a bullet through you," he 
snarled.

	He shook Sally's arm and steered her towards the door and through into 
the living room.

	"Hey," Willy greeted them, "here she comes, huh? Hey, Miss Avalon, Tod 
tells us he'd saved us the trouble of bustin' your asshole open--so now 
you're real nice an' loose for us, huh? We can really get down to some 
serious butt-pluggin', huh?"

	"That sneaky shit," Jerry was muttering, "Jeeze, I was lookin' forward 
to gettin' it all nice an' tight an' never been used before--"

	"Ah, quit moanin'," Jake said. "He can't have loosened her that much." 
He snapped his fingers. "Bring that fat ass over here, cunt, an' let me take 
a look."

	Reluctantly, Sally went to where he sat and he crudely shoved a finger 
into her asscrack, found the puckered hole, and jammed his finger inside.

	She cried out at the rough pain.

	"Nah," Jake said. "She's still plenty tight, Jerry. She'll give that 
rod of yours a good hot ride."

	"Hey," Willy said, "when we gonna get her cherry? Oughta do it tonight, 
in case Miles shows up tomorrow, huh?"

	"Yeah," Jerry said. "An' if he don't--well, we got ourselves three 
holes to keep us happy. Don't do to save things for too long, huh, Willy? Use 
'em while you got 'em!"

	"Guess we draw lots again, huh?" Willy suggested.

	"Only without that fuckin' dyke this time," Jerry declared positively.

	"So get on an' fuck her ass if you're gonna," Jake said, and turned up 
the volume of the television.

	"Yeah. Oh yeah," Jerry said, licking his lips. "C'm'on over here, 
teach, an' let's take a look at what we're gonna do with that cute little 
rear end, huh?"

	"You like havin' Tod ream you out?" Willy asked as Jerry started to 
fondle her buttocks. "He ain't hung much, huh? Man, when you finally get my 
ole dork stuck in you, you'll really know you're gettin' screwed! An' it's 
all ready, just as soon's Jerry's got his rocks off!"

	Could it possibly feel good? Sally wondered. Could she enjoy it without 
the preparatory care that Tod and Doris had lavished upon her?

	Maybe. It was surprising, she thought wryly, just what did seem to be 
feeling good to her in the last twenty-four hours--things that would never 
have occurred to her before!

	"You still wanna use the table inna kitchen?" Willy asked.

	"Nah--that dyke's hangin' around in there. Wouldn't mind puttin' it to 
her before we get outta this joint"

	"She's comin' with us, ain't she?"

	"Jeeze! You mean we're stuck with that the rest of the way to South 
America?"

	"Maybe she'll come round to you, Jerry," Willy teased him. "You never 
know your luck, huh?"

	"Teach," said Jerry, "you're gonna come an, kneel on this chair, see?"

	She went to the chair he indicated.

	"Facin' the back of it," he said, She knelt as he instructed.

	"Now--you gotta kinda scrunch down in front an' stick yer ass up in 
back, real nice an' high so I can get at it."

	It was cramped and uncomfortable. She had to turn her head sideways and 
press her cheek against the back of the chair, and her breasts were crushed 
against her folded supporting arms before she was arranged to his liking.

	"Jeeze, gives me a hard-on just lookin' at it," she heard Willy say.

	"I got one without lookin'," Jerry grunted, and she heard the sounds of 
him stripping off his pants.

	"Look how her pussy comes peekin' out," Willy went on, "all pink an' 
yeller-haired."

	"Gonna bust it open tonight, huh?" Jerry said gleefully. "Man, I hope l 
win that lottery!"

	"An' I hope I do," Willy sniggered. "The feelin' of a tight little 
cherry poppin' when I ram my big ole dork up a cunt that ain't been screwed 
before--nothin' like it in the world! Better'n almost anythin' you c'n name."

	She felt Jerry's hands on her buttocks again, kneading the plump flesh 
which her position stretched tightly, the muscles fully extended.

	"You gonna grease her up?" Willy asked.

	"Guess I should, huh? What is there?"

	Willy chuckled, and said:

	"Two things right here--spit an' pussy juice. Get her heated up some, 
she'll give you all the juice you want. You seen how hot she gets when you 
play with her cunt."

	"I can't wait for her to get hot--my dick's killin' me, it's been 
waitin' so long. An' spit ain't no good--"

	"Maybe there's butter inna kitchen," Willy suggested, "like in that 
Marlon Brando movie."

	"You wanna go take a look?"

	"Okay."

	Jerry rubbed his rigid cock against the cheeks of her ass, butting its 
head against the plump cushions of flesh.

	"It's a real nice ass, teach," he said dreamily. "If you just been 
usin' it to sit on all these years, it's a fuckin' waste, I tell you."

	He nudged the cockhead into the crevice between the cheeks and worked 
it up and down, up and down, until she felt the beginnings of response begin 
to stir, though she didn't think that was why he was doing it.

	"Hey, you started already?" Willy called. 

	"Nah, just feelin' around some--you get the butter?" 

	"The dyke said no--made me take margarine." 

	"Guess that's okay--ain't so bad for the heart as butter, the health 
nuts say."

	"Shee-it," Willy laughed, "your dong ain't long enough to get up to her 
heart!"

	"It's kinda messy," Jerry said doubtfully.

	"SO get Miss Avalon t'do it--she ain't wearin' no clothes to mess up."

	"Hey, that's a good idea? Teach, get up a minute an' come grease me up, 
huh?"

	Glad to get out of her cramped position, Sally climbed off the chair 
and took the stick of margarine Jerry held out to her: it had already been 
opened.

	He stood in front of her, his rigid cock pulsating, angry-headed.

	"Smear it on, teach," he encouraged her cheerfully. She scooped off a 
glob of the slippery margarine and let it melt on her fingers for a moment, 
then she curled her hand around the shaft of his cock below the head and 
smeared the greasiness there, and up over the crown. Then she took some more, 
and yet more, deciding that the more slippery she could get it, the less 
painful it was likely to be if he was rough.

	He obviously enjoyed her handling--after the third application he 
pushed her fingers away.

	"You're gouna make me come, doin' that," he said, "an' I don't wanna 
come till I'm plugged into that nice tight poopshute you got hot an' 
waitin'."

	"Have her stick some up her ass--I'd like to see Miss Avalon shoving 
margarine up her asshole," Jake suggested, having lost interest in the 
television for the moment.

	Sally knew better than to object. She took a further glob of margarine 
and worked her middle finger into her anus with it trying to prepare the 
tight little rosette for the assault that was ready to be made.

	"Okay," Jerry said excitedly. "Now, get back like you was before, with 
your butt stuck up real nice an' high."

	Sally resumed the awkward position, her face pressed against the chair 
back.

	Jerry's hands cupped her asscheeks and pulled them apart, and she felt 
the blunt arrowhead of his cock snubbed up against the closed pucker.

	"Hang onta yer tits, teacher--comin' through"' he gasped, and slammed 
in with one vigorous stroke.

	Sally yelped in shock, and some pain.

	"Cunt knows she's got a cock stuck in her," Willy announced gleefully.

	"Jee-zus! She's sure tight!" Jerry gulped.

	"Told you she would be," Jake said. "So ream her out an' have done with 
it--I may take a crack at her butt myself in a little while."

	Jerry started a slow, luxurious in-and-out sliding, and the pain passed 
off, eased by the ample lubrication that spread a slick surface over her 
inner membranes and his sliding prick. She had to absorb the shock of his 
thrusts, however, and her cramped position was very uncomfortable--she found 
that she was experiencing very little sexual arousal, and could only hope 
that he would get it over fast.

	But he was enjoying himself immensely. Every time his breathing reached 
the speed and hoarseness that suggested he was getting ready to come, he 
would slow down, stop with his prick motionless inside the hot clutch of her 
body, and wait until the immediate urgency had passed. Then he would begin 
again, and she was reaching the point of near collapse.

	Then she recalled suddenly how excited Tod had been when she had 
squeezed his cock with her inner muscles.

	The next time Jerry started to gasp and pant, hands tightening their 
grip on her hips, she waited until he had made one of his deep thrusts right 
into her, then she clamped down with her rectal muscles and squeezed several 
times, as quickly and strongly as she could.

	It worked!

	"YYEEEEOOWW!" he squealed--and went into convulsions.

	"That good, huh?" Willy asked when he had calmed down a little, gasping 
for breath.

	"Fuckin' broad milked it right outta me," Jerry said, sounding awed. 
"Never felt nothin' like it--jeeze!"

	He pulled out of her abruptly, and she felt an oily warm trickle 
running down the backs of her thighs.

	"Time for sloppy seconds," Willy said gleefully. "Let's see if she can 
pull the same trick on me!" 

CHAPTER ELEVEN


	"You want the margarine?" Jerry asked.

	"Nah." Willy thrust a big finger into Sally's asshole and wiggled it 
"She's slippery enough to get a Cadillac up there, I bet."

	She heard the unzipping of his fly, and then, before she had a moment 
to brace herself, he had grabbed her by the hips and plunged the mushroom 
head of his cock through her asshole and had pistoned the shaft crotch-deep. 
The rough denim of his pants scraped against the cheeks of her ass.

	She gasped and whimpered--his cock was much thicker than Jerry's, and 
was uncomfortable for the first few pounding strokes, but then she managed to 
relax and accommodate her inner channel to its bulk, and wondered if she 
should try the squeezing trick on him.

	Before she could make up her mind, he was saying:

	"I want you to stand up, teach--back off the chair, huh?"

	Awkwardly, impaled by his thick, rigid weapon, she managed to work 
first one foot, then the other to the floor, and levered herself up with her 
arms.

	He grabbed her around the chest, bolding her breasts in a firm grasp, 
making her stand on tiptoes; then he caught her about the waist and lifted 
her, holding her suspended so that her asshole was at the same level as his 
cock.

	"Nah," he said. "It ain't gonna work."

	He carried her suspended to one of the chairs in front of the 
television and sat down with her on his lap, which seemed to drive the 
invading cock deeper still.

	"See," he said to Jerry, "this is the way I had that broad in the bus. 
Kinda restful, huh?"

	He fondled Sally's breasts casually.

	"Wanna see me make her come?"

	"Sure." Jerry sat down in another of the chairs and fastened his eyes 
on them eagerly.

	Willy dropped one hand down to Sally's crotch--then took it away again 
and said:

	"Nah-you c'n do that, teach. Let's see you diddle yerself, huh? Make 
yerself come."

	Sally found herself blushing. Somehow the idea of doing that in front 
of them was difficult to take. But obediently she put her right hand against 
her pussy and worked her index finger between the hair-covered labia.

	Her own touch excited her more than she had expected. As her fingertip 
grazed against her clitoris, a sweet spark of sensation zipped through it, 
and the little knob leapt into hardness.

	Willy's hands kneaded her breasts, massaging her nipples with his 
palms, his touch strong and sure. Twin threads of sensation ran from her 
nipples down to that dark place in her belly where the sex tension seemed to 
build, meeting the sparks of electricity her finger stirred in her clit, and 
the massive, filled feeling of her rear canal.

	She wriggled her finger, and a more demanding spasm flashed across her 
pussy. Her toes curled for a moment. Glancing at her breasts, she saw that 
beneath Willy's fingers, the little pink towers of her nipples stood erect 
and demanding. Experimentally, she touched one with her unoccupied hand, her 
fingers brushing against Willy's in a curious unity of purpose.

	Then she returned her attention to the more urgent needs of her rapidly 
inflaming pussy.

	She started to rub her forefinger gently along one side of the deep 
groove between the outer lips, for a moment she pressed luxuriously against 
the hardness of her clitoris, then when the sensation threatened to overwhelm 
her, she went to the other side of the groove. She ran her fingertip down to 
the tight entrance between the inner lips, only a tiny distance away from the 
spot where Willy's huge pole impaled the tautly stretched ring of her stuffed 
asshole.

	Dreamily, she fondled the base of the invading shaft, and he gave a 
grunt of pleasure.

	She thrust one of her breasts more firmly against his hand, and his big 
palm circled deliciously upon the upthrust nubbin of excited tissue.

	She insinuated her exploring forefinger between the palpitating inner 
lips, lust a little way.

	"She can't wait to get the real thing shoved up that juicy pussy," 
Jerry said eagerly. "Look how she's tryin' to ram her finger up it--she'll 
pop her own cherry in a minute!"

	Willy chuckled.

	"That'd be somethin', huh?"

	"Shit, it'd he a fuckin' waste, that's what!"

	"Man," Willy murmured, "it sure feels good, havin' a broad squattin' on 
yer dick--lettin' it soak in all that good warm greasy hole--"

	"Bet she likes it too," Jerry said. "A good hot dick fillin' her up."

	"Sure she likes it. Cunt juice runnin' down all over my balls," Willy 
announced.

	"Damned if I--"

	"Yeah? What's on yer mind, Jerry?"

	"Damned if I don't come over there an' take a taste of that juice--
lickin' a broad's twat when another guy's cock is shoved up her ass--that 
oughta make her come like the Fourth of July, huh? Jeeze-I'm gonna try it!"

	He came scurrying across and crouched down in front of them.

	Willy spread his legs wide so that he could get between, and Jerry 
caught Sally's thighs and rested them over his shoulders, slipping his hands 
beneath them to tilt her slightly backwards.

	"Okay," he muttered, "get ready for somethin' real nice, teach. I'm 
gonna make you blow the top of your fuckin' head off, you're gonna come so 
fuckin' hard!"

	He took a deep breath.

	"Open it up for me,"" he ordered. "Pull those juicy lips wide as 
they'll go, huh?"

	Sally felt a curious shiver of anticipation wrack her body as she 
obediently set her fingertips on her plump labia and drew them apart. This 
man, who had made her lie on the floor while he fucked her between the tits, 
who had forced her to hike her ass up high while he screwed into her, was now 
abjectly kneeling before her, all his attention concentrated on giving her 
pleasure, on making her come....

	His tongue swept in a broad stroke over the exposed inner lining, like 
a dog affectionately licking; then he had shaped it into a bluntly pointed 
probe and began eagerly searching for every crevice, digging into every 
recess of the outer structure.

	"Oooh," Sally moaned blissfully.

	The velvety dagger of his questing tongue invaded the inner lips, then 
swept upward along the little valley, and she jerked violently as it 
flickered unbearably over her tightly engorged clitoris. Almost she came, but 
not quite, for he pulled away just in time.

	Then the maddening, wet, hard-soft explorer flicked away from her pussy 
and moistly explored the inner surfaces of her thighs, again licking with 
broad tongue-sweeps, all over the delicate white skin, even down as far as 
the folds of her knee joints, which made her squirm with ticklishness.

	Willy was panting; her reactions to Jerry's stimulation of her body was 
sending waves of sensuous motion through his deeply embedded cock.

	"Ooohh," Sally moaned again.

	Willy pinched her nipples, not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send 
deep shudders through her.

	"Oooh... ahh," she cooed blissfully.

	"Keep that twat spread for me," Jerry told her, and a moment later he 
was puffing warm air onto the delicate inner membranes, and the incredibly 
delicate sensation made her skin prickle and rise up into goosebumps.

	"Please," she begged.

	He drew his head back and looked up at her, eyes gleaming with triumph.

	"Whatcher want, huh?" he demanded. "Tell me whatcher beggin' for, huh?"

	"Make me--" she heard herself pleading. "Make me come--please make me 
come--"

	She jerked wildly as the tormenting tonguetip thrust itself against her 
blazing clitoris.

	"She's nearly there," Willy said gleefully. "Bring her off anytime you 
want, Jerry-I'm ready to shoot my wad right up her any time!"

	Jerry licked over and around it, vibrating his tongue upon the 
straining little nubbin, quivering over the throbbing area, then just at the 
crucial moment, once again leaving it deserted and desperately craving.

	"Please," she begged helplessly. "Oh please, please make me come--let 
me come--"

	His fingers supporting her thighs dug in brutally, and Willy's hands 
tightened on her breasts, and amidst the sudden jolts of pain, she was 
transfixed by his tongue once again stabbing at her clitoris, and this time 
it stayed there, and all her nerves exploded in a shower of unbearably 
intense and wonderful convulsions; her womb contracted in response, radiating 
deeper, slower waves of ecstasy through her body that was still, incredibly, 
that of a virgin.

	Willy was bucking and heaving beneath her, snorting yelping, emptying 
his sperm into her rear canal, while Jerry hung on grimly, licking at her 
cunt until the last crazy tremors had died away, and they both lay back 
limply, and Jerry let go of her thighs and sat back on his heels, wiping his 
mouth.

	"She sure comes, for a virgin, don't she," he remarked with wonder in 
his voice, strangely echoing her own thoughts of a few seconds earlier.

	"Whoowee," Willy agreed weakly.

CHAPTER TWELVE


	"You wanna crack at her but, Jake?" Willy asked, sliding his hands 
under Sally's buttocks and heaving her upwards so that his cock slid out of 
h& with a sticky squelching noise.

	"Nah. Have her go take a shower an' a nap, or somethin', so she can 
really bounce it around tonight"' Jake said.

"Tonight, tonight," Jerry warbled, "we pop her wide tonight--heh heh heh."

	"Jesus," Willy moaned, "you wouldn't think I could get horny right off 
after comin' like that--but just thinkin' about gettin' in that tight pussy--
"

	"Tonight," Jake said. "Go wash that juice off, cunt, so's it's fit to 
have a cock plow it"

	Shakily, Sally make her way upstairs.

	Doris was in the bedroom, looking out of the window.

	"Tod's gone," she said in a low, conspiratorial voice. "Only neither of 
us knows a thing about it, right?"

	Sally nodded speechlessly.

	"Oh, my," Doris said, taking a good look at her. "That was a real rough 
session, huh?"

	Sally nodded again.

	"Are you hurt?" Doris asked tensely.

	"No--I-just--so tired!"

	Doris took her hand and led her to the bed.

	"You just stretch out, chickie," she said soothingly. "I'll get a nice 
wet washcloth and clean you up, then you can go to sleep for awhile, okay?"

	"A shower," Sally murmured, collapsing blissfully.

	"Later, later," Doris reassured her.

	Sally was almost asleep when Doris returned a minute later and began to 
wipe her thighs gently with a warm, soft, damp cloth. Sally spread her legs 
for the deliciously soothing, cleansing washrag that mopped away the 
stickiness and sweat and left her feeling relaxed and comforted.

	And incredibly, aroused once again.

	But it was not intense this time, and when Doris left her to sleep, she 
caressed herself gently into a delicious euphoric state that never did reach 
climax before her overstrained body drifted away into slumber.

	She awoke feeling surprisingly good.

	For a little while she lay pondering over what had happened to her, and 
the profound changes that had clearly taken place in her during these strange 
experiences.

	Would Peter have aroused her dormant sensuality so rapidly, she 
wondered, or had the shock treatment been necessary to bring her to this 
sudden high pitch of awareness of the marvelous potential for pleasure her 
body held?

	And she was still a virgin-

	And tonight she wouldn't be.

	Was the prospect alarming-

	Or alluring?

	They were such a strange mixture, those three men remaining. Jake so 
brutal, so icy--but it had been he who had initiated her inexperienced pussy 
into the first tumult of orgasm.

	Willy, so gleefully bragging of his prowess, so fond of verbalizing 
every sexual thought that crossed his mind--yet with such a skilled touch 
upon her breasts--

	And Jerry, lecherous, lascivious, inconsiderate--yet how superb had 
been the work of his tongue upon her open, vulnerable pussy.

	Maybe, maybe...

	Yes, it had felt good, being so filled-

	And wouldn't it feel better, being filled in the place that nature had 
intended?

	She writhed on the bed, voluptuously, feeling nerve currents of body 
awareness that had never awoken before, then she heaved herself up and 
stretched luxuriously, and went to take a long, hot shower.

	She was hungry again, and as she opened the bedroom door the appetizing 
odor of beef stew assailed her nostrils. She went back into the bedroom and 
looked at the clothes available--then, with an odd little smile on her lips, 
she brushed her hair, ran a comb through her pubic hair to fluff it up into a 
crisp golden mass of curls, slipped her shoes on, and went down to the 
kitchen naked.

	Willy and Jerry greeted her with a barrage of whistles and handclaps 
that were not unfriendly. Jake eyed her without expression, but seemed, she 
thought, slightly disconcerted.

	Doris gave her a broad wink, set a chair for her, and ladled out a 
generous portion of the excellent beef stew.

	"Hey," Jerry said, "she's sittin' down--guess yer asshole ain't too 
sore, teach, huh?"

	"How's yer twat feelin'?" Willy asked. "Ready for the big bust?"

	"She's got a big bust already," Jerry. snickered pointlessly.

	"Where's that dumb ass brother of yours got to?" Jake demanded of 
Doris.

	She shrugged.

	"Said he was going for a walk," she replied nonchalantly.

	"He's gonna miss the great cherry-pickin' contest if he don't get back 
pretty soon," Jerry said.

	"He's gouna miss the chopper, is what," Jake growled. "Miles is as 
likely to show up tomorrow mornin' as the day after--an' I ain't hangin' 
round for nobody!"

	"Oh, I guess he'll be back before then," Doris reassured him. "But he 
was always fond of these woods--he's probably gone to sleep somewhere."

	"Likely wandered off into town an' got picked up by the fuzz," Jake 
muttered.

	"They won't come here, huh?" Willy demanded. "Not while we got her, 
huh?"

	"They ain't gonna risk gettin' no holes shot in her," Jake said 
positively.

	"But listen--if they're watchin' this place, ain't they gonna see the 
chopper land--maybe shoot it down when it takes off?" Jerry asked anxiously.

	"Nah--cause they think we're gonna have her with us. What I told them 
is, we'll set her down someplace nice an' safe if they leave us alone till I 
send 'em a message."

	"Yeah--but suppose they decide to try some of that shoot-out stuff," 
Jerry persisted.

	Jake shrugged.

	"That's the risk you take," he said. "But they ain't gonna, don't you 
worry."

	"An' what's the message you sent them?"

	"I ain't gonna send 'em no message. We leave here, she can take care of 
herself."

	"We takin' the dogs along?"

	"Sure. I ain't leavin' my dogs behind," Jake said, with more animation 
than he had yet shown about anything. "Anyway, there's times a dog's more 
persuasive than a gun--somebody tells you, don't move or I shoot, maybe 
there's nothin' you can do. But you got a dog with you, that ain't impressed 
by no guns, an' he goes an' tears out that guy's throat that's threatenin' 
you--even if he shoots the dog, it gives you a chance to get outta trouble 
while he's doin' it."

	"Well, they better be housetrained, is all," Willy said. "I don't wanna 
be shut up in a chopper with a pile of dog crap for the time it takes to get 
to the airfield."

	"Better housetrained than you, wouldn't wonder," Jake said acidly.

	"It still gets me, though," Jerry said wonderingly, "that any guy would 
come up with all that money just for some lousy stamps an' old coins."

	"Well, if Miles is sucker enough to do it, what the fuck," Willy said 
cheerfully. "Eat up yer stew, Miss Avalon--got somethin' hot to go in the 
other end pretty soon now."

	"We gonna draw cards again?" Jerry asked.

	Jake nodded.

	"Do I get to draw too?" Doris asked mildly.

	"This is for cherry-bustin," Willy said. "You ain't got the equipment, 
baby--or do you have one a' them dildoes stashed away for the nights you need 
your twat filled up?"

	"Fingers I have," she told him. "You think I couldn't do as good a lob 
with my fingers as you could with that oversized piss hose you're so proud 
of?"

	"So what the fuck?" Jerry shrugged. "If she wins, it'd be a gas to 
watch, huh?

	"Ahh-broads is gettin' their fingers bloody alla time," Jake said. 
"Gropin' up their twats for tampons every month an' all that filthy crap."

	Doris smiled at him sweetly.

	"You just don't really like women, do you, Jake?" she asked, batting 
her eyelashes at him.

	"Below the waist only," he snarled.

	"And preferably below the knees," Doris added under her breath.

	Conversation lapsed while they finished the stew. 

	Sally found that she was much more relaxed than she expected. She was 
even looking forward to the events that were to come--after all, everything 
else had turned out to be quite enjoyable, once she had got used to the 
idea...

	"Aces high?" Willy asked when they had moved into the living room and 
he had picked up a rather worn pack of cards.

	Nobody disagreed.

	Jake snorted with impatience when Doris insisted on drawing, then 
sneered when she revealed a three of clubs.

	Jerry produced a six of hearts.

	Willy got the king, and a broad grin of lecherous anticipation spread 
over his face--to vanish abruptly when Jake tossed his card onto the table: 
the ace of diamonds.

	"You shoulda said aces low," Jerry jeered at him.

	"Ah, shaddap," Willy snarled.

"We gonna warm her up some first?" Jerry suggested.

	Jake shrugged.

	"She's got a real nice eatin' pussy," Jerry went on dreamily. "An' I 
wouldn't mind a slice for dessert."

	"So eat her," Jake said. "Just keep your prick outta her cunt, that's 
all."

	"Likes gettin' her butt plugged too," Willy put in. "You didn't try 
that, Jake."

	"I got her cunt, Willy--you ain't gonna talk me outta that," Jake said 
coldly. "Shove your own cock up her asshole again if you want."

	"Save it for that twat," Willy said. "I guess I get to go second, huh--
with the king."

	"Get on an' eat her, Jerry, if you're goin' to," Jake said. "Don't get 
her too steamed up, though--I want her to feel this cock slicin' in there--if 
she's dry she'll feel it a lot more than if you go gettin' her all drippin' 
with that slippery cunt juice."

	"Shit, if you want her dry," Willy said, "you better not lay a finger 
on her--she's gotten so fuckin' raunchy since we started teachin' her about 
sex education, she starts drippin' if you even look at her juicy little 
twat."

	Sally began to feel alarmed. Jake said:

	"Okay. I want her dry."

	"Ain't much fun in that," Jerry said dubiously. "Havin' a broad 
squealin' an' jumpin' around when you shove it in her is what makes it so 
good."

	"She'll squeal an' jump if it goes in dry," Jake said with quiet 
certainty. "She's got it comin' to her. You two can make it all up 
afterwards--get her as drippin'-juicy as you like. I'm gonna give her 
somethin' she'll really remember."

"How you gonna do it?" Willy asked, his eyes alight with lewd speculation.

	"I'm thinkin' about it," Jake told him. "Cunt, get up an' walk around, 
some--let's take a good look at you."

	Sally meekly stood up, and self-consciously began to pace the length of 
the room, while the three men surveyed her with lecherous concentration. 
Doris watched with a pensive expression, as though trying to work out a way 
to lessen the ordeal planned for Sally.

	"Her tits jiggle about so nice," Jerry commented. "So do her butt 
cheeks--an' that cute patch of hers is all so fluffed up an, soft-lookin'!"

	"Skin's so white," Willy said, as though noticing it for the first 
time. "You never go in the sun much, huh, teach?"

	"I burn easily," she said. "I don't tan--I just get red and sore and 
start peeling."

	Jake licked his lips nervously.

	"You'd like it if we warmed you up before you get your twat split, 
huh?' he asked suddenly.

	"I-well--yes," she said hesitantly, mistrustingly.

	"Okay."

	He stood up.

	"Wait right here," he said, and went out of the room.

	They all waited in silence, mystified.

	When he returned, he carried four pieces of the thin rope that had been 
used to tie Sally's hands and feet when they had first put her into the car.

	"Oh, no!" she cried, in sudden panic. "Don't tie me up--please don't 
tie me up!"

	"No, huh?"

	"Please!" she begged.

	"If I don't--will you do just what I want you to do--just what I say?" 
he demanded.

	"I-I--y-yes--"

	"Okay." He tossed the ropes onto the coffee table. "But you'd better 
stick to that."

	She nodded. The thought of being tied up while he subjected her to 
whatever he had in mind filled her with a panic that was worse than the 
prospect of pain.

	"Okay, cunt," Jake said briskly. "You remember how Jerry had you in 
that chair when he was fuckin' your ass?"

	She nodded.

	"Go an' get yourself in that way again."

	Obediently she went to the armchair and crawled onto it, assuming the 
cramped position with her buttocks presented as a high, vulnerable target.

	Was he going to penetrate her from behind? she wondered. Or did he 
intend to use her rear hole first, after all? Why had he wanted to tie her 
up?

	She heard the rustling as he unfastened his pants, and she tensed a 
little, expecting to feel his rigid cock plunging into one of her unprepared 
holes. She tried to get her juices going by rapidly recalling some of the 
enjoyable things that had been done to her--

	There was a whistling, swishing sound, and she shrieked with pain as a 
streak of fire slashed across the cheeks of her buttocks. She scrambled 
upright in the chair and swiveled to face him. He stood with narrowed eyes, 
dangling his belt from one hand.

	"You said you wanted to be warmed up, cunt," he said, with a tight, 
humorless grin. "Now get your ass hack up there, or I'll tie you down an' 
really let you have it--more places than just your fat butt."

	Trembling, flinching, she shuffled back into place, and waited 
fearfully for the next stroke.

	It whistled down, even harder, and tears squeezed out of her eyes as 
she moaned with pain.

	And again.

	And again.

	"Looks like you been sunbathing in front of a venetian blind," he 
sneered. "All red an' sore, huh--that's the way, huh? I'm in a nice mood, so 
I'll leave the skin on you--if you do what I say without anymore stallin', 
huh?"

	"Y-y--yes," she sobbed.

	"Okay--then get outta that chair an' come here."

She scrambled hastily to the floor, clutching at her flaming buttock cheeks 
to try to ease the pain.

	"Get down an, get my cock hard with yer mouth," was his next command, 
and she fumbled quickly for his fly and coaxed the half-hard flesh tube out 
into the open, and encircled it with lips that trembled with her pain.

	She labored for several minutes to bring it to complete hardness. She 
sensed that he was fighting her, doing his best to keep it from reaching that 
state, and by the time she had managed to get it functionally rigid, her 
mouth and jaw ached with the effort, and her knees felt bruised.

	And the fiery pain in her ass, though it had subsided a little as 
regards intensity, was a burning ache that seemed to have sunk through the 
plump flesh pillows to the bone.

	"Okay," he said grudgingly. "Now, we're gonna try Willy's favorite 
stunt of you sittin' on my lap."

	He threw him(elf back into the chair and put his legs together, his 
cock jutting up weaponlike, menacing. It was not as big as Willy's, by any 
means, but it seemed somehow to partake of its owner's malice towards her.

	"Now you come here," he ordered.

	She went to him, trembling.

	"Turn around," he said, "let's see how yer butt's doin'."

	She turned, and flinched as he ran his hand over the four flaming 
welts.

	"Not bad," he said. "Think you could use a couple more?"

	"Oh, no!" she cried. "Please--no!"

	"Then c'mere ... now, kneel across me--one knee each side of me--put 
yer hands on the chair arms--that's it. Hold it that way."

	She crouched, suspended, her face only a few inches from his, her eyes 
meeting his ice gray stare and not daring to look away, even when she felt 
his hand groping between her legs and feeling the lips of her vulva.

	"Its pretty dry," he said with a savage grin.

	He took his stool-hard cock in his hand and she felt the head brushing 
against the tender inner lips of her cunt. He worked it against the entrance 
until the tip was lodged firmly within the tight little nether mouth.

	"Okay," he said. "It's all aimed for you. You feel it there, waiting?"

	"Y--yes."

	"Then all you gotta do is sit down on it--good an' fast, okay?"

	She gulped.

	"Go on. Do it."

	She gritted her teeth and started to sink down--but she had to stop, 
for she felt as though she were being torn open.

	"Go on!"

	She tried again, and the broad cockhead slipped past her lips and 
lodged immovable, a bolt of white-hot agony.

	"Go on!"

	"I--can't."

	"Go on or I'll take all the skin off of yer fat ass!" She squeezed her 
eyes shut, clenched her teeth until they hurt, sucked in a deep breath-

	And she couldn't do it.

	Jake said:

	"Take yer hands off of the chair arms."

	She did, and was left supported only by her cramped kneeling position 
and by the rigid cock 

	lodged in the entryway of her pussy. If he would just give her a moment 
to get used to it, she thought, perhaps she could-

	He grabbed her around the waist and rammed her downward, and she 
screamed in agony as the rigid pole of flesh sliced through her hymen and 
slammed through her virginal tissues, and came to a crashing halt against her 
cervix.

	"Okay, schoolteacher," he said, "now you can climb off of it an' get 
back down there an' finish suckin' me off."


CHAPTER THIRTEEN


"How're you doing, chickie?" Doris asked. 

Sally shook her head, dazedly.

"Okay, I guess," she said weakly.

Her memory of the previous evening was somewhat hazy. She dimly remembered 
Doris threatening to dismember anyone who tried to lay a hand on Sally after 
she had struggled, aching and bleeding, from her impalement on Jake's cock. 
And she recalled Doris putting her into a tub of hot water, where she had 
lain until the raw ache had subsided somewhat, and then Doris had gently 
anointed her battered pussy	and welted ass with some herb-smelling salve 
she claimed never to be without, and had tucked her into bed.

And, Sally thought, had stayed on guard the rest of the night.

Doris pulled the covers off her gently.

"Let me take a look," she said.

Sally parted her legs and Doris peered clinically at the area revealed.

"Looks fine," she said cheerfully. "Comfrey and a few other secret 
ingredients--fix anything short of a bullet in the brain! Now tell me if this 
hurts."

She moistened a finger at her lips, and ran it gently over the lips of 
Sally's vulva.

"Okay?"

Sally nodded.

"Okay--let's see what it's like inside."

Sally tensed slightly as the slim finger way through the tight lips--then 
relaxed.

"It's okay," she said gratefully.

"Well," Doris said, "the chopper is going to be here today--listen, chickie: 
they aren't going to force anything on you now. Even Jake isn't crazy enough 
to kill you just for the sake of it; and I showed them enough of my karate to 
convince them they'd better not try any more rape."

"You really did?"

"Uh-huh." Doris grinned reminiscently. "I should have called their bluff 
before--only I didn't know if I could. Oh, that's another reason Jake isn't 
going to try anything--he's suffering from a slight case of broken arm and 
badly kicked balls ... it made quite an impression on those other two 
tearaways. I hope there's a competent doctor where they're going--Jake's 
going to need it!"

"Doris--"

"A pleasure, I assure you. Only there's this: I may be wrong, but I think 
what you should do now is have sex."

"Have--"

"Like horse-riding. You get right back on after a bad experience." She 
grimaced. "Well, I never managed it myself, but then I don't turn on to men 
anyway. But I think you ought to--well, jump right back on--and enjoy it. 
That Willy seems to know what he's doing, wouldn't you say?"

Sally thought--and recalled her unexpected eagerness for the experience of 
being fucked before Jake's viciousness had ended all enjoyment-

She recalled the curious pleasantness of being stuffed full when they had 
used her rear canal-

And somewhere in the back of her mind was a tiny spark of a recollection of a 
fleeting kind of pleasure somewhere deep under the pain as she had levered 
herself up off Jake's cock--as it had slid out of her, there had been 
something that had not been entirely agonizing....

"Yes," she said. "I--guess maybe I should ... before I start thinking I 
can't... if they won't hurt me..."

"Oh, they won't hurt you," Doris said grimly.

A few minutes later Willy came into the room.

"Hi, teach," he said jauntily--but she had a definite impression that his 
arrogance had been shaken.

Doris followed him in.

"Now," she said brightly, like a teacher employing positive suggestions to 
get good results from a troublesome pupil, Sally thought, "Willy's going to 
show us just how good he is at really making a woman enjoy being fucked--
aren't you, Willy."

He gave her a sidelong glance of respect.

"That what you want, teach?" he asked.

She smiled up at him sweetly. He really was very good-looking, she thought

"Yes, I'd like that, Willy," she said. "Why don't you--take your clothes off 
and come into bed with me?"

Doris smiled.

"Call if you need anything,' she said, and left the room, closing the door 
quietly behind her.

Willy stood looking down at Sally.

He said:

"Look-I-I'm sorry--about--you really wanna make it now, huh? I--I can do it 
pretty good--if you really wanna--"

"Yes, I do," she assured him again.

He undid his shirt, and suddenly he relaxed, and grinned down at her, no 
longer playing the role of hunter toying with helpless prey.

"I always wanted you," he said, "but I knew it wasn't no good askin'--that's 
why I said they should take you when they wanted somebody to be a hostage--I 
figured I could make it with you that way...

He stripped off his pants and stood at the bedside, a tan-skinned, muscular 
stud whose cock was pulsing into hardness at the sight of her.

And he was right, of course. It wouldn't have done him any good to ask.

She held out a hand to him.

"Make love to me," she said.

He lowered himself to the bed, and stretched out beside her.

He said: "It ain't so easy for a guy, wants a broad, knows she'll just turn 
him down flat, maybe make trouble for him--"

"I'm not turning you down now," she said, and ran her hand caressingly down 
his body.

He leaned over and buried his lips in the hollow of her throat, then nibbled 
at one of her earlobes. Pleasurable gooseflesh shuddered along her spine. He 
licked down the side of her neck to the throat hollow again, then with a 
series of tiny kisses he outlined the side of her jaw, traveling inward along 
her cheek-bone; then his lips lightly touched her eyes.

Then his lips descended onto hers, his tongue, a warm, wet probe, coaxed 
insistently until her lips parted, when it slid into her mouth, and her own 
went to meet it. The kiss was long and languid, as with unhurried eagerness 
they explored each other, tasted each other. With one hand he stroked her 
hair, with a tenderness she found strangely moving.

Her nipples had risen into engorged little towers, and when his hand 
eventually left her hair and roamed on downward, the quietly rising and 
falling hillocks were alive and almost achingly ready for the touch of his 
fingers.

He lingered on the creamy mounds of her warm breasts for several minutes, 
cupping them, gently squeezing them, tracing with the tips of his fingers the 
contours of her rubbery-textured nipples and the surrounding areolas. She 
began to feel a sweet warm softness inside her belly, as though something 
there were warmly melting.

At last his hand strayed away from her breasts and moved in a still leisurely 
trail over the very slight mound of her belly. His fingertips spanned her 
abdomen, and his thumb rested for a moment at the top of her pubic triangle, 
then stroked the bushy curls downward, brushing the outer lips of her pussy 
with a maddeningly light caress.

She gave a little moan of excitement as his delicate manipulations sent a 
pulsing throb of sexual heat radiating through her loins, and the slick honey 
of her juices began to flow, saturating the tight entrance of her cunt.

The tip of his index finger moved further down, parting the swollen outer 
lips and spreading the moisture from her inner channel lavishly over the 
slick membranes. Her body jerked uncontrollably as his fingers brushed the 
magical nubbin of her engorged and ready clitoris.

She reached for his cock, wrapping her fingers lovingly around the pulsating 
diameter of his hard, silken, hot-fleshed massiveness. The thin, slightly 
sticky precotial fluid leaking from its inflamed tip trickled over her 
fingers, and she worked her grip up and down the shaft a little, spreading 
the lubrication lavishly as she did so.

With a moan of pleasure, he buried his face in the white valley between her 
breasts, nuzzling against the warm cushions of flesh, inhaling the scent of 
her skin. He licked his way up to one nipple peak, encircling the tiny 
cylinder with his avid tongue. He teased it to a point of aching desire, then 
cruelly abandoned it, the wet heat of his tongue following the trail his 
fingers had already blazed, licking a path of fire down her quivering belly. 
His tantalizing tonguetip dipped for a moment into her navel, then brushed on 
down to the thick pubic nest, and homed in on the fiery ember of her aching 
clitoris.

Almost unconsciously reacting to the renewed jolt of pleasure, the embrace of 
her fingers around his prick tightened, and he whimpered his ecstasy against 
the moist flesh of her cunt, sending a vibration of intense delight 
resounding throughout her entire trembling body.

Then he was maneuvering his body into position atop hers, and she spread her 
thighs.

The tip of his huge, straining cock nuzzled at the dew-soaked entrance of her 
pussy, and for a moment she tensed.

Would it be all right?

Would that tearing agony rip through her again?

"Go on!" she gasped, and thrust her hips upwards slightly, and the rigid 
shaft slid inwards ...

"Ahh..." she moaned, and she knew that it was more than all right, and always 
would be!

She thrust her hips towards him again, engulfing the welcome invader, sucking 
him into the liquid-seeming depths of her passionate heat. Her velvety inner 
walls contracted to enfold him in their snug embrace, and he penetrated until 
every inch of his throbbing sex shaft lay nestled in the warm canal.

Her legs rose, and she clasped them firmly about his hips, and began a slow 
gyrating, circling motion with her pelvis to complement the slow, steady, in-
and-out thrust of his potent, rock-hard piston of flesh.

"Oooohhhh," she panted in pleasure, and the sound of her enjoyment spurred 
him on. The friction of their ardent fucking was generating waves of 
electrical excitement, and sparks of pleasure seemed to crackle them. The 
rapidly accelerating movements of his slippery, sliding cock inside her was 
rapidly carrying her to the heights of ecstasy.

Faster and faster he pumped, and tighter and tighter her arms and legs 
embraced him as her first orgasm from real fucking overwhelmed her, and the 
clutching contractions of her cunt seemed to be trying to drag the sperm by 
force from his congested balls. He hung on almost desperately, his fingers 
clenching on the sheet, and when the first wave of her climax had passed 
over, he still remained hard like an indomitable breakwater inside her.

She lay gasping beneath him, and he ceased all movement, looking down at her 
fondly. He bent his head and kissed her on the mouth, affectionately.

Then, to her delight, his hips began their thrusting once again, and after a 
few moments she recommenced the circling pattern of her pelvis, sweating now, 
her cunt incredibly wet with the copious out-pouring of lubricating juices. 
But its embrace around his iron cock lost none of its snugness. Indeed, she 
now started to discover that she could contract inner muscles, as she had 
during the ass-fucking sessions, and the delicious pressure forced 
uncontrollable gasps and grunts from Willy's lips.

Then the come was boiling up in his balls, and with a kind of desperate 
frenzy he speeded up the driving and pounding of his hips, determined not to 
climax until he had forced her to surrender to ecstasy once again.

Faster and faster his body flailed, slamming his phallic thickness deep into 
the molten core of her being. At last, just when she thought he would never 
make it for those last few vital seconds, the volcano inside her blew once 
again, and she convulsed with a helpless shriek, and he poured out his pent-
up semen into the living furnace of her belly.

Panting with exhaustion, they lay in each other's arms, and she was glad that 
Doris had seen so clearly what she needed to wipe out the lingering trauma of 
the brutal manner of last night's defloration.

"Was that good?" he asked eventually, as though he genuinely wanted to know, 
and was not simply demanding reassurance for his machismo.

"It was wonderful," she answered sincerely.

"You--you don't feel like comin' along with us, huh?" he asked hopefully.

She smiled, and shook her head.

"I don't think South America would suit me too well," she said. 

CHAPTER FOURTEEN


	"You were quite right, Doris," Sally said gratefully.

	"I'm glad," the other woman said sincerely. "I hated to think that 
sonofabitch had messed up your whole sexlife just to gratify his sadism!"

	"What's happening now?" Sally asked.

	"Well, they're waiting for the helicopter to show up. That takes them 
to a private airport somewhere--I, don't know where--and there they get a 
chartered private plane that smuggles them out to South America."

	"Do they know you're not going along?"

	"Yes. They don't care--the price of the stamp's and stuff is more, 
split just among the three of them." She gave Sally her cheerful smile. "What 
they don't know is that I did a little larceny on my own account while they 
were busy consoling Jake for his broken arm and mashed-up balls--and they 
don't have quite what they think is in that suitcase. I know which the really 
valuable ones are, and what was just trimming--and I've got the good stuff 
stashed where they won't find it."

	"But suppose they look before they take off"'

	"Well, if they do, they do--but in that case I tell them that Tod must 
have gone off with it--and they aren't going to waste time trying to hunt him 
down, the way the cops are going to be on the lookout for them! I think it's 
just going to be a nice little surprise for them and Mr. Miles when they get 
to Argentina or wherever it is they're headed!"

	"And do you think Tod went to the police?"

	"Sure he did! I went down to the highway and called them--they've got 
a, hotline on the case, you know: they announced it on the radio. I told them 
to keep away for at least an hour after the chopper takes off, because they'd 
kill you if they thought they were in any danger--and me, too," she added as 
an afterthought. "I did a nice hysterical female number for them, and I think 
I pulled it off."

	"Do you think they'll try to follow the helicopter?" Sally asked 
curiously.

	Doris shrugged.

	"If they do, I guess there's not much to stop them," she said. "In 
which case we'll just have to hope the cops will be convinced that Tod and I 
really weren't involved, since we've been so cooperative at this stage of the 
game."

	"I guess you getting back the valuable part of the collection will 
help," Sally suggested.

	"It wasn't exactly pure altruism, I have to confess," Doris admitted 
with a roguish smile.

	Sally stretched.

	"You know," she said, "I think I'm getting horny again, if you can 
believe that!"

	"Insatiable little thing, aren't you!" Doris teased her with an 
affectionate kiss.

	"Do you think I should make it with Jerry, too?"

	"Well," said Doris thoughtfully, "I personally can't stand him--but if 
you feel you ought to, I'd be the last one to stand in your way! Shall I send 
him up?"

	"Why don't you?"

	Sally, left alone, went into the bathroom and found the bottle of baby 
oil that they had used when Tod had fucked her in the ass for the first time. 
When Jerry arrived, panting and eager, she held it up.

	"Could you fancy a little trip up the poopshute?" she asked him 
sweetly.

	"Oh, baby, could I ever!" he responded avidly, eyes gleaming in 
anticipation.

	She reached for the pillows and heaped them on the bed, and sprawled 
herself over them, face-down.

	"Come on in, then," she said lewdly.

	She heard him uncap the bottle and smear the oil on his cock, and then 
his fingers worked more of the oil into her tight rectal opening. She sighed 
and writhed slightly in the sweet anticipation. Then a thought occurred to 
her.

	"Do you think Willy could get it up once more?" she asked.

	"Huh?" he responded, disappointed. "Jeeze, I--"

	"No, I still want you," she assured him. "But I was just wondering--how 
would it feel to have both of you at once? You remember what Willy was 
telling us about the woman on the bus, who made him put his fingers in her 
when he had his cock in her asshole? Well, if she liked to have both places 
full at once- -maybe I would too."

	"Hey--" he breathed. "Hey, wait right here, doll! I'll go see if he--
hell, he's horny alla time! He'll do it!"

	And a few minutes later Sally was stretching out on the bed, lying on 
her side, while Willy slid his once-again hard and eager cock into her newly 
opened pussy, and Jerry dug his way into her oil-slick asshole.

	It was an incredible sensation--full to the point of somehow choking 
her, even though her lungs were far from the scene of the action. Yet it was 
intensely satisfying--she felt ready to climax just from the double 
penetration alone, which seemed to he filling her sexual nerves with violent 
heat that permeated the whole of her lower body. The slightest movement 
either of them made was enough to send violent shudders of near-orgasmic 
earthquake crashing through her belly.

	And then they started to move, in a kind of see-sawing rhythm: as 
Willy's cock drew outward from her cunt, Jerry's would plunge to its fullest 
length into her ass; and when Jerry stared his withdrawing stroke, Willy's 
prick would come plunging back into her depths.

	She was doubly impaled, doubly filled, doubly driven towards the 
highest peaks of ecstasy. Thought was crushed out of her brain; she could not 
move independently; her whole being seemed to be reduced to a mass of blazing 
sensation that flowed over her being and washed away every last remaining 
fragment of inhibition that could possibly be lingering in her nature.

	Opened, opened forever, was the only idea that could find any 
expression in her mind now, and with the concept the climax started to break-
-wave after wave, like the crashing surf of an incoming tide, tossing her 
back and forth, like a helpless piece of driftwood, battering her between two 
relentless rocks, hurling her from one orgasm to another until it was all 
consumed in a fiery red mist that danced before her eyes and engulfed every 
last remnant of her consciousness, dropping her at last into a welcoming 
blackness of utter and complete satiety.

	For that moment!

	"Wake up, chickie--the chopper's lust coming in,"' Doris said. "Do you 
want to see them off?"

	"Oh-yes, I guess so," Sally yawned, and slid off the bed, reaching for 
the clothes that Doris put within her reach. She pulled on the clean panties 
and the same sweater and skirt--she had not been able to find anything that 
fitted her comfortably in Doris' wardrobe--and the two women went down to the 
front of the house where the helicopter was settling down onto the wide 
driveway.

	Willy came hurrying past them with a suitcase, which he passed up into 
the cockpit, where he had an urgent conversation with the pilot, who came 
clambering out after him, and followed him into the house.

	"I guess they'll have to carry Jake out," Doris commented calmly. "That 
kick in the balls really doubled him up."

	"Oh, gee," said Sally, "you really did hurt him, huh?"

	"He asked for it!" Doris said curtly.

	A minute later the pilot and Jerry and Willy came out again, Jake 
carried among them. He glared venomously at the two women watching, and Sally 
was glad that he was, indeed, disabled.

	The dogs were called, and went bounding into the helicopter when Jake 
had been settled. Then the others climbed in and the door was slammed. Doris 
and Sally backed into the shelter of the doorway as the great vanes started 
to turn again, sending a blast of air towards them, and then lifted the 
ungainly fuselage into the air.

	"Oh," said Sally weakly.

	"Yup," Doris said. "There they go!"

	"I--oh, thank goodness!" Sally exclaimed. "I--I was so afraid that 
something was going to go wrong--I was so afraid that they'd make us go with 
them or-- or something!"

	She gave a deep, thankful sigh.

	"Well," said Doris, watching the last glimpse of the helicopter 
vanishing into the sky, "I guess that's the last we'll see of them in a 
while. Forever, I hope!"

	She turned to Sally and grimaced.

	"I sure hope you can convince the fuzz that I was just an innocent 
bystander," she added grimly.

	"You know I'll do my very best, Doris," Sally assured her earnestly, 
"and I know Peter will do all he can."

	"Ah well," Doris said philosophically, "they say plea-bargaining is 
alive and well in New York--and I never did plan to run for public office, 
even if my record stayed spotless!"

	"How long do you think it'll be before the police come?" Sally asked.

	"If they keep the deadline, it should be an hour at the earliest," 
Doris estimated.

	Sally said softly:

	"You know, I never did get to thank you properly for--for what you did 
for me that first morning--"

	Doris looked at her, and grinned.

	"You want to try a little pussy-eating on your own account, huh, 
chickie?"

	"I like you very much, Doris, you know that--and I guess it's about all 
I need now to round out what you might call a very educational experience," 
Sally replied demurely.

	Doris reached for her hand.

	"Let's go in the house, then, just in case anyone shows up 
unexpectedly. I was never that keen on sex in the great outdoors, at the best 
of times!"

	They went into the house, hand-in-hand, and up into the bedroom where 
Sally and Doris had spent the first night together.

	Hands still joined, they turned to face each other--then Doris drew 
Sally into her arms and kissed her, pressing her lips hard upon the other 
woman's mouth. Their tongues flickered out, met, battled briefly, then they 
drew apart slightly.

	Sally reached for the front of Doris' shirt and began to undo the 
buttons slowly, releasing the firm, high-standing breasts. She bent her head 
and kissed each one on the nipple, then drew the shirt, off Doris' shoulders 
and down over her arms, tossing it onto a chair.

	"Take your sweater off," Doris said huskily, her nipples crinkling into 
hardness.

	Compliantly, Sally peeled the garment off over her head, her own 
nipples rising even as she did so, not needing any other stimulus.

	"Beautiful," Doris whispered. "You have the most beautiful breasts I 
ever saw."

	Her fingers went to the waist of her jeans and she skinned them down, 
stepped out of them, and stood clad only in her blue cotton panties.

	"You want to take these off?" she asked huskily.

	Sally nodded, and stepped forward again to hook her fingers into the 
elastic band around Doris' slim waist and tug gently downward so that the 
flimsy underwear slid to the floor, revealing the lush dark triangle of pubic 
hair.

	Sally dropped to her knees, and pressed her lips against the brunette's 
thicket.

	The fresh, faintly musky smell drifted into her nostrils, and she sat 
back on her heels, fumbling with the waistband of her skirt, pulling it off 
along with her own panties as she stood up again, smiling into Doris' eyes.

	"Let's' go to bed," she proposed.

	They lay down and enfolded each other with their arms. Their breasts 
mashed together, and their thighs pressed close, the way they had that first 
time. Their lips met once again, and Doris let Sally's tongue invade her 
mouth while she stroked the nape of Sally's neck, expertly seeking out the 
places that would seed chills of response through the other woman's flesh.

	They lay there for long minutes, sharing a kiss that grew gradually 
more and more impassioned. The heat of each other's body seemed to become 
burning in intensity, until at last Doris pulled away for breath.

	"Sally, oh, Sally, I'm so hot for you," she whispered, trailing her 
fingers tantalizingly down the length of her spine and stroking the warm 
spheres of her buttocks, arousing in Sally the wild need for more intimate 
contact "Do you want me too, Sally? Do you? Do you want to make love with 
me?"

	"You know I do..."

	Doris' fingertips moved across Sally's hip and round to the front of 
her body. They worked their way between Sally's legs, into the warm, hairy 
moistness of her cunt. The tip of one finger grazed Sally's clitoris, and the 
girl shuddered with pleasure at the sensation.

	Doris worked a finger into the honey-dripping channel of Sally's body, 
then another, working the two fingers gently back and forth, covering them 
with the abundant juices while Sally moaned softly in ecstasy.

	Pulling out her fingers, slippery and gleaming, Doris reached around to 
Sally's asscrack and ran her fingertips down it. She found the tight little 
hole and gently but firmly pushed with the middle finger until it slipped 
inside.

	Sally groaned at the slight pain, and even more at the fiery pleasure 
of the penetration.

	Doris clamped her lips over Sally's once again, and this time it was 
her tongue that aggressively ravished Sally's mouth, while her finger 
squirmed wonderfully in Sally's asshole, filling her with quivers of 
excitement.

	When they parted for breath again, Sally bent her head and fastened her 
lips around one of Doris' breasts, teasing the dark nipple to its utmost 
capacity of hardness.

	"Ahh, Sally, Sally, you do that so well..."

	Sally took the other one, and Doris writhed in pleasure as she worked.

	Then she raised her head and panted:

	"I want to eat you, Sally!"

	Her hands pushed at Sally urgently, rolling her aver onto her back, 
then Doris shifted herself downward on the bed, and Sally felt the warmth of 
her breath stirring her rich mass of golden pubic hair, and light touch of 
her lips grazing over the plump Venus mound. And--

	"Let me do it to you, too," Sally gasped. "I said I--I want to do it--"

	Doris raised her head, looking at Sally with mingled lust and 
tenderness shining from her dark eyes.

	"Are' you sure you want to?"

	"Yes," Sally panted. "Oh yes--only-will you show me--teach me what to 
do?"

	Doris moved again on the bed, reversing her position so that her dark-
haired pussy lay only a few inches away from Sally's face. She caressed 
Sally's hip lightly, then worked one arm beneath the other woman indicating 
for her to turn onto her side, then with her hand tugging at Sally's 
uppermost leg so that she bent it at the knee, upward and out.

	Doris took the same position, which widely separated the brown-haired 
lips of her moistened cunt, revealing to Sally's eager eyes the scarlet 
lining of the sensitive labia.

	Sally moved her face closer to that offered pussy, recalling how she 
had done this the first time, when Doris had decided she couldn't go through 
with it. She studied with, eager attention the folds of tissue, the oozing 
droplets of honey, the, excited little flushed pearl of the clitoris.

	And she knew that Doris was seeing the same thing between her opened 
legs.

	Again the scent of Doris' cunt filled her nostrils, that warm, musky, 
slightly fresh-fishy odor.

	As she stared in fascination at the delicate structure before her eyes, 
she felt a breath of warm air against her own pussy from Doris' mouth. 
Following that lead, she blew into the other woman's spread valley, aiming 
the tiny air stream at the engorged little mound of her clitoris.

	A moment later she felt the soft shock of Doris' tonguetip stabbing the 
entrance of her inner channel, and with a sense of taking an enormous step 
into an alien country, Sally shot out her own tongue to make that hot, wet 
contact.

	Doris' deep moan of pleasure encouraged her, and Sally felt a deep 
shudder of joy as Doris began to work her tongue around the feverish area of 
her clitoris. Quickly she followed her example, relishing the odd, slightly 
metallic flavor of Doris' pussy juice as it began to seep against her tongue 
with renewed excitement.

	"Oh yes, oh yes," Doris gasped, pausing in her efforts for a moment to 
encourage her partner. "That's just perfect, chickie--that's--that feels so- 
ooohbh!"

	She buried her face between Sally's thighs again.

	Enchanted to find she was giving Doris so much pleasure, Sally renewed 
her endeavors, and her hands began to rove over the soft, satiny skin of 
Doris' ass and thighs and belly. Her breasts were pressed firmly against the 
other woman's trembling body.

	And then Doris pulled Sally's legs even wider apart, pushing her face 
so closely against Sally's pussy that it was a miracle she could breathe. The 
hot, wet dagger of her tongue started to probe and flicker deeply into the 
inner channel, pushing past the outer lips into the velvety depths like a 
tiny, versatile cock, racking Sally with helpless shudders of ecstasy.

	And then Doris pulled her head away--and the next moment was back 
again, only this time that maddening tonguetip was digging its way into the 
tight ring of Sally's asshole!

	Sally's lubricating juice was almost a flood row, welling out of her 
cunt and trickling wetly down her thigh; she found that Doris' pussy was 
similarly oozing, and she lapped up the moisture with lascivious 
satisfaction. She strained her head forward, but before her tongue could make 
contact with Doris' asshole, a sudden spasm of incipient orgasm tore through 
her, and for a moment she forgot what she was doing. It was like trying to 
concentrate with an earthquake going on beneath her!

	Doris' hands clasped the ripe mounds of her buttocks and pulled Sally 
even closer. Her tongue abandoned the tight back hole to concentrate on 
sending more and more sparks of orgasmic electricity through Sally's 
pulsating cunt. But she worked a finger into Sally's asshole as she had done 
before, and again there was a moment's pain, and again discomfort was rapidly 
absorbed into the great mass of sensation that Sally's nerves had become.

	Then Doris stopped licking and tongue-stabbing Sally's cunt for a 
minute, and instead she concentrated on very gently chewing and nibbling 
along the sensitive edges of her outer pussy lips, sucking the flesh up into 
her mouth and letting go, sucking it up and letting go, until Sally's nerve 
endings were filled with impulses that began as pain and ended as renewed and 
almost intolerable pleasure.

	Now she brought her attention back to Doris, trying to give the other 
woman the same delight she was feeling. She did not feel sure enough of her 
skill to try this subtle use of her teeth, so instead she concentrated again 
on licking Doris' pussy, drinking down her overflowing liquor. She was 
delighted to feel Doris trembling in response, and then Doris was working on 
her again with that marvelously knowing tongue, caressing the inner lips with 
long, flat, broad, wet sweeps, then homing in on the quivering morsel of 
Sally's engorged clitoris to stab and nudge and titillate the tiny, potent 
nubbin to the edge of madness.

	Sally started to writhe and convulse as the currents of hot ecstasy and 
release shivered and pulsed in her belly and cunt and finger-impaled asshole, 
centering in her throbbing clitoris and radiating back to her womb, her 
breasts, her whole shuddering, convulsing body...

	In triumph, she sensed a similar spasm seizing Doris' body, and heard 
her frantic moaning as the climax over came her, and for long moments the two 
women were spinning helplessly in a vortex of feminine passion, their thighs 
clenching about each other's mouth so that neither could breathe or even 
wanted to breathe as they clutched and quivered and mouthed each other 
through the wild delight of their simultaneous orgasmic ecstasy.

	Then, exhausted, they rolled away from each other and lay gasping and 
panting, recovering their equilibrium, relishing the fading tremors of bliss 
that sighed along their nerves, fading at last into a deep, quiet 
contentment.

	"Oh, wow," Doris murmured eventually. "That was really something, 
chickie."

	"I'd never have believed it could be so good," Sally whispered with 
tender sincerity.

	"Mmm." Doris leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly. "But now I guess 
we'd better get cleaned up--any moment now those cops are going to show up to 
rescue you."

	"I guess so."

	Sally stretched and yawned, then, a little dazed, sat up and ran her 
fingers through her tousled hair.

	"I guess I'll take a quick shower," she said.

	Doris smiled up at her.

	"I'll come and scrub your back," she offered.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN


	"Oh, Sally, baby, it's go good to have you alone at last," Peter 
exclaimed as the door closed behind the last of the troop of police and FBI 
men who had been questioning her almost nonstop for hours.

	She smiled at him, exhausted.

	"I've been so worried about you," he went on tenderly, sitting down on 
the couch beside her and taking her hand. "I was so afraid that they'd hurt 
you."

	Her smile faded.

	"Peter," she began hesitantly.

	"Mm?"

	He raised her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingertips, then turned 
her hand and pressed his lips against the tiny pulse of her wrist.

	"Oh, Peter-please--I have to--talk to you."

	"I'm listening, my precious." 

	"They--oh, darling... I'm afraid you--"

	"Afraid what?" He squeezed her hand reassuringly.

	"You-I--"

	"Hmm?"

	"I'm not a--a--"

	He let go of her hand and cupped her chin in one hand, turning her face 
up to him. He kissed her quickly on the lips.

	"Are you trying to say, my little wife-to--he, that you happen not to 
have that entirely useless membrane known as the hymen still intact?"

	She lowered her eyes. 

	"Yes," she whispered. 

	He hugged her close.

	"Frankly, my dear," he said, "I don't give a damn!"

	"Oh, Peter!" A great tide of incredulous relief swept through her. "Do 
you really mean that?"

	"Of course I do!"

	"But you said--you said you wanted to marry a virgin! You said you--"

	"Correction, my precious: I may have said I wag happy you were--but the 
cherry is only an extra on top of the cake, you know. It's nice to have, but 
it doesn't really mean that much. It's how we both feel about each other 
that's the important thing--and I do love you, my little Sally!"

	"Oh, Peter--and I love you, too!"

	"Did they--hurt you, Sally?" he asked anxiously. 

	She thought about it.

	"I guess--I guess not too much."

	"Did you--enjoy it?"

	She looked into his eyes, and replied honestly:

	"Some of it. A lot."

	"I'm glad."

	"You are?"

	"Of course!"

	"I--seem to he more highly sexed than I ever thought I could he, 
Peter," she confessed.

	"Oh' I knew you would be, once you let yourself go," he told her 
confidently. "You weren't aware of it, I know--but I'm something of an expert 
in these matters."

	She looked up at him again.

	"Are you going to be faithful to me!" she asked bluntly.

	"Well." He released her chin and took her hand again, "That's really a 
matter of definition."

	"It is?"

	"You see," he said slowly, "in marrying you, I make a special 
commitment to you. The way I've lived my life before is no longer valid as a 
guide to the future: we have to work out between ourselves just how our 
relationship functions."

	"I don't think I--understand what you're saying."

	"Well, let me put it this way: I've been a swinger for most of my 
sexually active lifetime. I like variety; I like to make it with different 
women. But that doesn't mean that I've become emotionally involved with them. 
Friends with many, yes. Some tenderness, affection--but that's not the same 
as my involvement with you. From now on, you have the first claim on me. And 
I on you."

	"Claim..."

	"Maybe we'll decide on a strictly monogamous lifestyle. But if we agree 
to swing, then each of us is still the most important to the other. Anything 
else is--just a nice experience on the side, like going out for a meal from 
time to time instead of eating regular home cooking."

	"And if I--don't want to swing?"

	"Then we try monogamy." He grimaced slightly. "I don't know how much of 
a success I'd be at it, but if it'll make you happy, I'll do my damnedest, 
Sally."

	"May I--think about it?" 

	"Of course," he laughed. She took a deep breath.

	"Peter," she said, "I want to--make love with you." 

	His grip on her hand tightened.

	"Now?" he asked softly.

	"Now," she responded definitely.

	"Oh, Sally!"

	Their lips met in a long, deep, burning kiss that set a fire blazing in 
her mouth and seemed to shower sparks down into the very depths of her body. 
Her arms clasped around his neck, almost desperately, as though she could 
never bear to let him go, even for a moment.

	"Oh, my darling," he said, pulling away a little and sucking in a deep 
breath.

	"I--oh, I love you," she murmured.

	He pulled her to her feet, then swept her up into his arms and carried 
her through the apartment into the bedroom. He set her down on the bed and 
went back to close the door. Not really necessary, since they were alone in 
the apartment, hut a symbol of the intimacy they were about to explore.

	She watched him with hungry eyes, appraising his lithe, well-made body. 
He smiled lovingly in response as he came hack to the had and sat down on the 
edge.

	"We'll he married very soon, now," he said.

	"It doesn't matter," she assured him, and his arms enfolded her in 
another deep, sweet, burning kiss.

	He stood up and unbuttoned his shirt, sliding it off his broad 
shoulders to reveal a deep, powerfully muscled chest that tapered to a slim 
waist. Without fuss, he unfastened his pants and stripped them off, turning a 
little away from her, then facing her in complete nakedness. Her eyes went to 
the hanging length between his thighs: it was not such a hefty monster as 
Willy's, but it, was certainly impressive. Her pussy gave a little clutch of 
response at the sight and began to ooze its sweet dew of preparation for the 
delights of which she was now sure.

	She reached for the hem of her sweater and drew it off over her head, 
then reached behind her to unfasten her bra, which she had resumed when she 
had dressed after her wonderful session of lovemaking with Doris. She 
shrugged it off, and Peter drew a deep breath of appreciation as the 
generous, white- skinned mounds of her beautiful breasts swung free, rosy 
nipples already hard and taut with her excitement.

	She wriggled out of her skirt and climbed off the bed, standing in 
front of him.

	"Take my panties off, darling," she murmured provocatively, lowering 
her eyes as though in modesty.

	As he hooked his fingers into the waistband and tugged downwards, his 
cock, which had been gradually pulsing into fullness, surged to its complete 
hardness in a swift series of tiny jerks as the blood poured into its spongy 
tissues. By the time she was completely naked, it stood straight out from his 
body, aiming itself directly at her crotch.

	She reached out a timid hand and delicately touched its velvet-skinned 
head. A silver string of precoital fluid fell away from the tiny pulsing slit 
and tangled itself in the masculine hairiness of his strong thigh.

	"It's all for you," he said, and she encircled it in a firmer, surer 
grasp.

	And without even thinking, she dropped down to her knees and embraced 
the hot, arrow-shaped head with her pink, moist lips, relishing the salty 
taste of his flesh. Her hands grasped his thighs for a moment, then ventured 
further to caress his small, tight, hair-spattered ass as the iron-hard shaft 
slowly made its way into the dark, hot cave of her mouth, and pressed deeply 
into the fiery darkness of her velvet-walled furnace of a lovingly welcoming 
throat.

	She held him there for as long as she could, until she was forced to 
pull away to get her breath. She was reluctant to let him go, and she smiled 
up at him. They shared the knowledge that the union they craved was only 
weakly echoed by the contact of mouth and cock.

	"Fuck me," she said softly. "Oh, Peter, please fuck me now. I can't 
wait any longer!"

	He took her hands and drew her back up into his arms for another long 
kiss that set her senses flaming with renewed desire. His hard chest scraped 
its mass of hair across her throbbing nipples, crushing the yielding hillocks 
of her plentiful breasts against his hard, masculine torso.

	The pulsating mass of his impatient cock thrust itself against her 
belly, and she reached a hand down between them and guided it between her 
legs to fit into the rapidly moistening groove of her outer pussy lips, and 
rub deliciously against the inflamed knob of her sensitized clitoris.

	His hands gathered up the bouncy flesh of her beautiful ass and 
squeezed, then he pulled her hips even closer to his own, so that the pubic 
hair ground against hers, and their thighs seemed almost to be welded to each 
other.

	They clung together in that long, deep, wet kiss, their bodies brimming 
with the white-hot fluids of lust, until Sally began to feel lightheaded and 
had to pull away a little to get her breath.

	Peter laughed softly, caught her up in his arms, and tossed her 
effortlessly onto the bed.

	She lay sprawled as she had fallen, gazing at him with blue eyes full 
of eager adoration, eyes flicking from his handsome face to the broad swell 
of his arm and shoulder muscles; his powerful chest with its swirls of dark 
hair studded by the two tiny nipples; his trim waist and flat belly and deep 
navel; his narrow hips and sturdy thighs and muscular calves and well-shaped 
feet and ankles--and the focal point of it all, as far as her immediate 
desire was concerned: the meaty, throbbing lance of flushed and pulsing flesh 
that jutted out like an iron spear from the tangle of dark pubic hair that 
decorated his loins.

	But it was his cock she wanted. If it had belonged to any other man, 
perhaps she would still have wanted it--but not with quite the same special 
hunger that possessed her now.

	He strode swiftly to the had and knelt on the edge. With one hand he 
lightly stroked down the length of her silk-skinned body, trailing little 
flames of need along her flesh so that she quivered and moaned helplessly. 
His fingertips gently massaged one of her hard nipples, bringing it to almost 
aching tightness.

	Her pussy was damp and itching; again she longed for fulfillment, but 
she would let him set the pace. Let him do whatever he liked best--this time!

	"You are so beautiful, Sally," he whispered, stretching himself out 
next to her, leaning on his side on one elbow. His fingertips continued their 
featherlight caresses, but she could almost feel the heat from his avid eyes.

	Rather timidly, she reached out her own fingers and stroked his chest, 
astonished and delighted when his nipples hardened beneath her touch. She 
played with them for a moment, and ruffled the hair on his chest.

	He stroked the hair tenderly back from her face and kissed her again. 
As their tongues explored and struggled together, he rolled over onto her, 
letting most of his weight rest on her body. Automatically she spread her 
thighs wide apart, delighting in the feeling of the rigid length of his hot, 
steel-like cock pulsating between their bellies. She curled her legs up 
around his hips to pull him even closer, and felt the touch of his balls 
brushing against her ass cheeks.

	Again he pulled free of her embrace and crawled away backwards. She was 
puzzled for a moment, then moaned softly with delicious anticipation when he 
crouched between her thighs, taking her knees in his hands and setting her 
legs up over his shoulders.

	Then his tongue was flickering into the nectar chamber of her trickling 
pussy, sipping at the sexual honeydew that welled out like a tiny spring.

	After a few moments he made a tiny excursion along the central ridge of 
the inner lips, along one side of the groove, darted his tongue briefly 
against her pounding clitoris, and was away down the other groove and back to 
her quivering vulva before she knew what was happening. Then it was a sort of 
delayed reaction, sending a slow shockwave of almost orgasmic response 
shuddering through her super-excited body.

	Languidly she gazed down at the brown-haired head working between her 
thighs, and reached down to stroke his hair lovingly with one hand, 
sensuously caressing the nape of his neck and his wide shoulders.

	"Let me suck you too," she suggested, but he went on with his marvelous 
tongue-stabbing work as though he hadn't even heard what she proposed.

	She recalled her determination to let him do it his way, and relaxed, 
lying back and giving herself up in complete abandonment to the delicious, 
almost over-powering enjoyment of the arrows of sexual sensation that his 
probing, flicking tongue was aiming at her vulnerable nerve endings.

	Her nipples now stood as hard as tiny cocks, she saw, and her clitoris 
felt as though it might explode at any moment. Deep within her belly she 
could feel her womb coming alive with the dark, secret sensations of joyous 
response that she knew was the very center of her complete femininity.

	She brought her own hands up to her breasts to give some tactile 
comfort to her throbbing nipples, fingering them, flicking them back and 
forth. She could not make them any harder than they already were: they seemed 
to be gorged to the very utmost of their blood-holding capacity.

	Quivers of excitement rippled through her belly. She could not tell 
whether they were visible to him but to her they felt like a veritable 
earthquake. She was going to come; any moment now she was going to come and 
come and come and--

	Then he sat up, leaving her hovering on the very brink of the precipice 
of orgasm, her cunt seething like a volcano just ready to blow.

	He was moving up the had, straddling her chest; his thrusting, red-
flushed cock was only a fraction of an inch from her welcoming, passion-wet 
lips.

	"Suck me," he said; the words were a command, almost arrogant, but 
their message was softened and subdued by the tenderness that glowed in his 
eyes.

	His trim buttocks were cushioned against the pillows of her white 
breasts, and she could feel the soft-haired weight of his dangling balls 
resting in the valley between them. The musky male perfume she was beginning 
to know and adore drifted to her nostrils: the incredibly arousing smell of 
man, of sexual man--of her man, her lover-

	Her husband!

	She encircled his hips with her arms, her hands on her buttocks, and 
urged him forward just a fraction to bring the silken-textured head of his 
rock- hard cock into the willing harbor of her rosy lips. At once her tongue 
sought out the tiny hole at the tip where the preparatory fluid welled out, 
so much like the little spring that flowed from the depths of her own sex, 
making ready the way and covering all the slick surfaces and sensitive mucous 
membranes with sweet slippery balm.

	Her mouth filled with warm saliva, and she closed her eyes and started 
to suck as well as she could--it was more a pressing of her tongue and the 
roof of her mouth around his invading shaft--and fraction by fraction, he 
pressed in deeper. She relaxed those strange muscles of her dark, velvety 
throat to accept him, and at last she felt the prickly brush of his pubic 
hair against her lips, and the soft slap of his balls as they swung to rest 
against her chin.

	And then again he left her, drawing his cock out of her hot, wet oral 
embrace, and shifting on the had so that he was again kneeling beside her.

	He pressed one hand between her thighs, covering the whole burning area 
of her outer cunt with that one warm, large hand. Involuntarily she thrust 
her pelvis up against the firm pressure of his palm, aching for renewed 
friction. He took his hand away, but a second later had slipped a finger deep 
into the fluid channel of her pussy; she found herself quaking, gasping and 
trembling with joy.

	He worked the finger in and out a couple of times, then pulled it right 
out, but before she had a chance to feel in any way deprived he had pushed 
back in again, this time with two fingers side by side.

	She couldn't understand why she hadn't already climaxed half a dozen 
times, just from the stimulation of what he had been doing to her, but she 
had not; perhaps her subconscious was holding her back, holding the forces of 
release in check just enough for the real moment...

	He pulled out the fingers, and yet again she was left forlorn and 
empty.

	She began to whimper:

	"Oh please, please darling! Fuck me! Fuck me now! I'm so hot I can't 
stand it--I want you so much--"

	And at last he was ready.

	He moved between her legs and urged her, with his hands, to cock her 
legs up, bending her knees and spreading them wide. He kissed her again, then 
positioned his cockhead carefully at the juicy mouth of her wet, heated, 
excitement-pulsating, cock-craving pussy.

	He rocked forward, and she felt the rigidity pressing against her 
nether lips. It felt immense! She gasped and made a little thrust upwards 
with her hips; he pushed down, and then in one surge he was all the way 
inside her, and her cunt was filled to capacity with his hardness.

	It took her breath away.

	He looked down into her face, a concerned smile on his lips.

	"Okay?" he asked.

	She nodded.

	"O-ooh-kay," she sighed blissfully.

	He moved his hips a little, so that his huge cock slid out of her an 
inch or so, and then back in. The walls of her inner cunt seemed to flutter 
and contract, clutching at the scarcely yielding bulk of the phallic invader 
in a velvety, yearning, unstintingly welcoming embrace.

	She could feel the end of his cock pressing against her cervix now. It 
was not a nerve-end sensation of tingling delight like her clitoris, but it 
gave her great pleasure. She discovered she possessed muscles she had 
scarcely known about, deep inside her, and she contracted them, squeezing his 
cock with a sort of milking movement that brought a grunt of pleased 
response.

	Then he began to slide his cock in and out of her, just a little way at 
first, until she had started to pick up his rhythm with her own hips and 
pelvis. And the dizzying waves of pleasure began to consume her.

	She could hear, excitingly, the liquid sloshing, slurping sounds as his 
rigid piston drove into her cunt, almost swampy now, so much lubricating 
honey had she poured forth. The whole lining of her cunt seemed to be on 
fire, and the stroking of his cock was simultaneously a soothing presence and 
a refueler of the consuming flames.

	And now she found that the movement of his cock in and out exerted a 
kind of tugging pressure on the lips of her outer cunt, sending impulses on 
up to her clitoris, which joined in the fire. She could imagine it like a 
little glowing ember. But as he speeded up the pace she lost the sense of her 
clitoris, or any other individual spot. Every inch down there seemed to be 
consumed in that wonderful fire. She could not make out where the pleasure 
was centered, but all that mattered was that every thrust in and out fanned 
the flames yet higher. Her toes started to tingle, and her belly felt soft 
and open. She seemed to start floating, her head spinning as she clamped her 
legs desperately around his pumping hips and-

	She could hear herself screaming, and felt her body go into wild, 
convulsing spasms, but all her being was concentrated in that furnace between 
her thighs, and in the great throbbing waves of incredible ecstasy that 
flowed and pulsed through her cunt, through her belly, through every inch of 
her thrashing, flailing body.

	When at last it died, she lay supine in a glow of indescribably deep 
contentment.

	"Okay!" he asked when she opened her eyes.

	"Oh, yes," she breathed. "Very okay!"

	He kissed her.

	"You know," he said, "if you do decide on monogamy, I guess it won't be 
the worst fate a man could suffer."

	She reached up to caress his hair gently.

	"Not for me, either," she said, and stretched her arms out luxuriously. 
"How long will it take you to be ready to try fucking me in the ass!"

	"Not long at all," he replied with a smile of confidence that he soon 
proved to be fully justified.



The End
