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Schooled For Sex By Monique



CHAPTER ONE 

Whenever Peggy smokes grass she gets horny. Most everything makes her horny but grass makes her lose control. For that reason I rarely let her near my stash, but it was hot outside, life was boring, and any diversion was welcome. I hadn't had a case in two weeks and my private eye's badge was getting tarnished. So I sat on the couch opposite my black secretary and watched her smoke one joint after another. 

She had on tight jeans and one of those halter tops with a Mickey Mouse emblem on the front. Her hair had been corn-rowed to make her look even more streamlined than usual. I admired Peggy but she was a slut. Already her hands were getting restless. Those long black fingers seemed to walk around on the couch, looking for a place to alight, and suddenly they crept up her thighs, up her belly, right to her tits. For a moment they caressed those full, medium-sized orbs and then she wrenched them away to roll another joint. 

"I think you've smoked enough," I cautioned her. 

"Fuck off, Joe," she said nonchalantly. I knew she didn't mean it the way it sounded. Her deft fingers rolled a three-paper joint and she lit it lasciviously. A slight thrill ran through my scrotum. Her fingers had handled my cock just as deftly in the past and it had fitted between her full lips just as nicely as that thick joint. She drew the smoke in deep and her free hand came to rest between her thighs. Her jeans were so tight that the outline of her cunt was indecently visible. Her pussy had lips as full as those on her face, thick brown ones that parted to any finger, tongue or dick in creation. I sighed and accepted the proffered joint. Grass did nothing for me, I only smoked to be sociable. Peggy always made it seem as though it was obligatory. She took the joint back and rolled her tongue around the moistened end of it. Her almond-shaped black eyes bored straight into mine while her thick tongue wallowed around the cigarette, and the hint wasn't lost on me. I did enjoy it whenever she made her tongue about my glands. 

"Nice," she breathed, waving the joint about absently. Her other hand was openly rubbing her crotch now. I took a couple of deep tokes and held the acrid smoke down as long as I could, the way she said I should. My head felt lighter but that was it. Not worth fifty bucks an ounce, that was for sure. "Mmmm-mmmm!" she exclaimed, shaking her head and grinning widely. "Oh, what this shit does to me! They should make this stuff illegal for innocent young girls like me! Hey, Joe, is it getting to you yet?" 

"I think I'm too high on life to get off on marijuana," I said. My eyes were fixed on that slender black hand moving up and down against the crotch of her jeans. For some reason that intrigued me, especially when the faded blue turned dark with juice around her cunt. Peggy knew I was looking. I tried to look away, to change the subject, but it was as if there was a magnet in her cunt and a block of steel in my head! I kept moving closer and closer, my eyes bulged out, and before I could get a grip on myself I was on my knees between her legs, watching that hand moving around. "Oh, Jesus!" I heard myself say. 

"Yeah, baby, it's good! Come closer, watch what I do to myself," she said, rubbing harder. My nose almost touched her hand. I could smell the heady scent of her cunt, I was ready to give in-and then she pushed me away and started to roll another joint. 

I sat back down and did my best not to get angry. Joe McCanoczek, the best private eye in Beverley Hills and employer of Peggy, sought after by women everywhere: was I going to let this tramp push me around? She was kneading her tits now, a joint stuck in her mouth, great clouds of smoke wreathing about her face, and her pussy was bobbing up and down, pushing out at me. Ah, what the hell, she was a good kid at heart. But I was wary of the tender trap this time, she was full of tricks. All by herself she started to make love. It was great to watch, even if I had seen her do it a hundred times before. Her fingers closed around her tits and squeezed them through her top, slow, easy, moving down to come back up under the top for more caresses and nipple pinching. Her face was hard to see through the haze of smoke. She was breathing the stuff in like it was fresh air. Now her hands moved down along her flat, hard belly, taking their time and taking their toll on me. She passed the joint to me and undid her jeans. I kept puffing away at the roach and watched. Peggy had some body. As the jeans moved down around her hips she lifted her ass and pushed the garment all the way over her ass and down her thighs. Her stomach muscles hardened for that brief moment, holding her up while both hands pressed into the soft flesh of her cunt before going on with the process of stripping. 

The joint burned my lips. With a curse I threw it aside and lay back on the couch. There, at the French windows, was my chauffeur, Vinnie the self-abuser. The disgusting creature had his reddened dick out of his pants and was stroking it with abandon, his rat's eyes fixed on Peggy's restless hands. I returned my attention to Peggy. She had taken her top off so that she could be naked and free. Another joint had materialized. She smoked it with one hand and let the other one wander about her body at will. It paused briefly at her breasts to squeeze them forcibly, then down along her belly, back to her pussy, always everything came back to her pussy. One long, black finger crept down between the corkscrew curls and parted the magenta lips slightly to get to her clitoris. It was as though she was touching me! My cock reared up and, like a retriever, it pointed right at her cunt I wanted to fuck her so badly that I could taste her! 

Quickly I slipped out of my clothes and sat next to her. I took the joint from her fingers and stubbed it out, then pressed a crushing kiss to her lips. She responded wholeheartedly. Her arms wrapped themselves about me and pulled me over so that I ended lying half on top of her, half off the couch. My cock pressed against her flesh not far from her pussy and somehow my face got down between her tits. How delicious they were! Never had my mouth been so receptive. The taste of her nipples burned through me as if I'd swallowed a rare delicacy. I couldn't understand it Even the sensory nerves in my fingers were ten times as sensitive as usual. I only had to touch her skin, any part of it, and my fingers felt like they were about to shoot a load! With a moan of surrender I let gravity pull me down on my knees and her cunt pulled my face into its moist enclosure to hold it fast while my tongue dug into her tender flesh. 

Peggy sat back and crowed her pleasure to the world. Her legs were as far apart as they could be and one finger titillated her clitoris in time with my tonguing. Her juices spilled over and along my tongue and seeped past my throat, a rivulet of tasty olive juices that seemed to run right down into my balls and swell them further. My hands ran along the outsides of her thighs and squeezed the firm flesh of her cheeks. Peggy's ass had always been her salient feature. It was narrow to look at from the front, but a side view revealed a fine, firm bulge of flesh pushing backward, two of them pressing against each other for support; and when she walked it looked like she had two soccer balls sewn under her dark brown skin, because her cheeks didn't slop from side to side or fold into themselves, they just moved with a capital MMMM! 

But, firm as they looked, those buns were soft and pliant, the kind you want to squeeze right off. I tried, but the harder I squeezed the more she liked it My fingers dug into her deep flesh and pulled her ass away from her cunt so that her pussy opened before me cavernously. It resembled the inside of a peach, all pink and edible, and I pushed my face deep into her mickey to slobber up every last drop of juice trapped inside her lips. "Oh Joe!" she groaned, pulling her slit upward out of sheer perversity. "Eat me, Joe, bite me, tongue me, I love it! Yes, dig into my cunt, make me come my brains out! OH JOE, YES, YES, DON'T STOP NOW, EAT ME, EAT ME, OOOOOHH JEEESUS! I LOVE IT!!" Her hands got hold of my head and pushed it down between her thighs, and her loins moved forward to feed me more, and then her body began to undulate greedily, chafing her curly pubic hair against my cheeks, forcing her cunt around the tip of my nose, squeezing her juices out into my mouth; and all I could do was eat, eat, and eat! 

She came several times in quick succession, shuddering and yelling hoarsely. She could have put up with my tongue in her snatch all day but I was getting tired facial muscles. Besides, I was the boss, why should I do all the work? I stood up and rested my hands on my hips. "How about giving me a little feedback?" I asked, though it was less of a question than a command. Peggy smiled and ran her fingernails lightly over the taut skin of my cock. 

"I thought you'd never ask, Joe," she said. "Come on, sit down, make yourself comfortable, you know I like to take my time over your dick." I did as I was told, stretching out over the couch and closing my eyes, ready for my treat. Peggy was a great blow job. Her mouth deserved to be preserved in the Smithsonian. Just the touch of her tongue against my glands was enough to send cold shivers through my overheated body. The tip of her abrasive tongue dragged about the tip of my cock, slow and easy, putting on the pressure, rolling from side to side like a happy slug. "I've never seen you so hard!" she said, running her lips down the side of my dick. "Leisure agrees with you, I think." 

"Shut up and suck," I told her. Vinnie stood behind Peggy as she bent down over my dick. His beady eyes were fixed on her ass, crawling up her pussy and anus, and his hand was a blur along his stiff cock. "And you!" I yelled. "Don't you have anything to do? Can't you polish the car or something?" 

"I waxed the goddamn thing three times already," he said, without taking his eyes off Peggy's ass. "What do you want me to do, take it back to the metal?" 

I muttered something and tried to get my mind back on what Peggy was doing. That wasn't hard. Her nimble tongue lapped at my dick with quick, short thrusts, stimulating every part of it in no time at all. Then, taking my head between her lips, she lowered her face so that all of my cock disappeared. It was one of her best tricks. Eight inches of rock-hard meat were swallowed like they were an hors d'oeuvre! She drew back slowly, all the way to the end, and there it was again, towering, wet, light brown with a pink knob. It quivered in the air for a second before Peggy took it down her throat again. She started to move her head up and down more quickly, fucking her own face with my dick, and all I could do was moan and take in more air to keep up with my rising passion. Her whole mouth seemed to be pulsing and quivering around my cock, all of the soft tissue and the warm spit in motion to regale my staff with the finest sensations. And whenever she went right down on me her throat muscles pulsed about my knob as though they wanted to swallow it. I couldn't take this for very long, and Peggy knew it. 

"Let me come in your mouth!" I said, driving my cock deeper into her face. "I love it when you swallow it all." 

"Only if you fuck me first," she said. She sat up and patted my cock patronizingly. "That's fair, isn't it? Here, have a drag on this, that'll help to make up your mind." She lit another joint, drew half of it down into her lungs, and passed the rest on to me. I didn't want it but I smoked it to get on her good side. Peggy could be a real bitch if she felt like it. But she was determined not to suck me off all the way, and so there was nothing for it but to let her squat on top of me. It wasn't a bad substitute, really. Her cunt was surprisingly tight for a woman who fucked day and night, and when it was right over my cock she moved her muscles inside so that my cock got her pussy confused with her mouth. 

I held her by her magnificent buns and helped her as she bobbed on top of me. Her full tits swung from side to side, she bit her bottom Hp, and both hands rested on my chest as she worked her cunt up and down my dick. It looked good from any angle. My cock looked white next to her deep brown skin, and it pushed into her hairy maw bravely each time she came down over it. Then, when her hips rose, it reemerged, a little oilier, a little harder, and ready to dive into her warm body again. 

"How's that?" she said, grinning at me. "Isn't that better than getting blown? I like it when you fuck me, Joe, it means you care about me." 

"Like hell it does." Strange things were happening inside me. The more I fucked her the more I wanted to fuck her. It wasn't enough to be lying on my back and holding still for her to go through the motions. I wanted to plant it up her, plow and rut, and I wanted to do it right away. Without warning I grabbed her around the waist and pushed her to one side so she toppled off the couch. She cried out but before she could say anymore I was on top of her, mounting her from behind like a horny goat; and when my cock drove deep into her slavering pussy she became quiet again. That felt better. I was on my knees behind her, pushing my cock in from a low angle so I could see her pink, ragged flesh splaying to let me in. Her black asshole peered at me cyclopically, so I poked a finger up it Peggy gave me an ovation for that. My index hooked up inside her back passage and tickled the strange, warm and moist configurations in there, which caused her to buck wildly. I was in a daredevil mood for some reason. Having plugged both holes I wondered what to do with my free hand. Eventually I decided her cunt could take more, so I shoved a finger in alongside my cock to finger and fuck her simultaneously. 

Now she was really pretty to watch. With so much meat up her ass and cunt she seemed to be torn between running away from it and sliding back over it Her strong, broad-shouldered back flexed and twisted in indecision, and now and then she looked around to make sure I wasn't about to add more to her erotic burden. After a minute or so she started to get the hand of it, no more ambivalence, just straight lust. "Fuck me, Joe, finger me, fuck me, shove another finger up my ass-oh, that tickles, but don't stop! You should feel how it tickles! Oh my God, I can't be coming again ... no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOM OH CHRIST, JOE, RAVAGE ME!! YES, YES, AAAAAHYESSssssss ..." 

She faded away and I was left dangling from her orifices like an unwanted appendage. To fill in the time I kept on fucking and fingering her as before and it wasn't long before she revived. I removed my fingers and just let my cock ride in and out of her distended pussy, content to feel her flesh brush along the taut skin of my cock. There was no hurry, no rush for the finish. I felt good all over, my body was in tune, I wanted to fuck for the rest of the day. Peggy didn't do anything to discourage me. She kept her ass cocked up at me and her legs apart, even reached back and pulled her cheeks away from each other so that her cunt hole would to too big to bring me undone. We were teasing each other at this point, just shadow-boxing, but what contact there was excited us beyond the ordinary. I closed my eyes and let my body take over, switching over to automatic pilot in order to let the sentient part of me concentrate on the subtle delicacies of her cunt. 

And then, when I was least expecting it, something snapped in my balls and I found myself hunching over, grunting, tearing into her with a wild lust that must have been lurking inside me the whole time. I couldn't stop, I was about to blow the works and my sole desire was to do it on the grand scale. Peggy began to yell, she knew what was coming, and her hands released her buns so that they clamped down over my cock and provided it with that extra bit of friction. That did it. With a loud yell I let her have it. 

"In my mouth!" she cried. "Quick, put it in my mouth!" 

I'd forgotten all about that. She pulled away from me and dove down on my cock just as it released its second series of dollops. She caught them neatly on her lips and licked them off to swallow it all. Before I could spill any she took my cock deep inside her mouth and sucked on it to bring every last drop up from my balls. 

"And you don't get stoned," she said when it was all over. "Jesus, Joe, if you only knew what grass does to you." 

"I don't feel it," I said stubbornly. In fact my head seemed to be a little askew and I wasn't too sure of the rest of my body. I got up and Looked at Vinnie. He had deposited his feeble ejaculation on the carpet and stood over it holding his raw cock in his hand, looking up at me as if waiting for the same old reproach. For some reason he looked very funny, and I started to laugh. It was the kind of laughter that propagates itself. Once I'd started there was no way of stopping, and pretty soon I was rolling on the floor, pointing at him and laughing myself silly. Peggy joined in, then Vinnie saw the humor and began to cackle. 

Luckily the phone rang or we might have done ourselves an injury. Peggy struggled to her feet and answered it. "Joe, it's Mrs. Van de Kut's secretary. She wants to know if you can see her this afternoon about a case. What will I tell her?" 

"Mrs. Van de Kut? Say yes," I said. "Jesus, I could use a job right now, especially when a millionairess is asking." 

"Mr. McCanoczek is free this afternoon. Three o'clock? Very well, I'll tell him when he comes in." She put the phone down and grinned at me. "It sounds like a big one," she said. "That secretary had the shakes!" 

"I don't care if they want me to find their pet poodle," I said, "as long as they pay and it keeps me busy. I'm going crazy just sitting around the house with you two perverts." 

"You love us both," said Peggy. "How long have we been working for this uptight asshole, Vinnie? Must be near on ten years, right?" 

"Must be, Peggy," said Vinnie. He had tucked his cock back into his pants and almost looked human as he sat down on the couch beside her. "He's just an uncut marshmallow, that's my opinion." 

"Ten years! I must be crazy. Anyway, don't go taking me for granted, I'm a man of many moods. You could be fired any day. Nobody's indispensable." 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," said Peggy, impatiently, "now go on up and shower. It's two o'clock already." 

Half an hour later Vinnie drove me to the exclusive section of Beverley Hills, the part where only multimillionaires are allowed to live. The car swept by palm trees and sprawling mansions, rolling lawns and vast flower beds being tended by small, swarthy gardeners, sprinklers cast thin streams of water far and wide, everything was peaceful and prosperous. One day I wanted to be able to afford a house here, a place to loll about in and hobnob with the smart set. But for the time being I had to be content with my status as a private dick at the $200-a-day with-expenses level. 

Mrs. Van de Kut lived in a palace that had been disguised by a plain facade to fit in with the general condition of democracy. The moment I walked inside I knew it was a feudal barony. The servants were all subdued, half visible, going about their work with their shoulders pulled up as though they were expecting a blow with a knout at any moment. The marble floors, the objects of art, the ornate ceilings, all told me where my place was. My fingers experienced a desperate urge to tug a forelock. 

"Mr. McCanoczek?" A sophisticated woman swept along the marble and fixed me with a haughty look. "I am Samantha, Mrs. Van de Kut's private secretary. I have been told to tell you to relax for half an hour or so until afternoon tea has been served. Mrs. Van de Kut is entertaining." 

"She might have told me," I said. "This will go on her bill, you know." 

"Mrs. Van de Kut will be upset," said the secretary dryly. "Come this way, please." If I could have come that way I'd do nothing else; but I swallowed the little quip and followed her into a room that was less stately and more cozy, but still resembled a baroque ballroom. Samantha pointed at some antique chairs and left me to sit and twiddle my thumbs. 

A few minutes later a bright, girlish face appeared around the door. "Hi!" she said, coming in and closing the door after her. "What are you doing here? Waiting for my mother?" Was this Van de Kut minor? My eyes travelled over her young body and my mouth watered. She was nineteen, give or take a year, dressed in jeans and riding boots, a scarlet jacket, and in one hand she held a riding crop. Her body was lean, a small ass and slender thighs, but somehow her breasts had developed at their own pace. They pushed out against her T shirt, arrogant and full, big nipples making emphatic dents. She stood in front of me, hands on her hips so that her jacket was pushed out of the way of her tits. I got the impression that she was using her splendid tits to break the ice between us. 

"My name is Joe," I said, after swallowing deeply. What was it with me, anyway. My cock was hard, my breathing seemed inadequate to keep up with my body's demands, all because a young girl came close. Was it the aftereffects of the grass? "What's your name?" 

"Martha," she said pertly. She sat down beside me and peered into my eyes. "Do you have a hangover or have you been smoking?" I tried to deny both, but she just gave me a mocking smile. "Your eyes are too bloodshot, it must have been grass. Do you have any with you?" 

"No, sorry, all gone." 

"What a pity. I'm so bored!" She crossed her legs and leaned against me. "Nothing ever happens in this house. My father's always away and Mother's always entertaining. I wish I could go to boarding school like my sister. But they won't even let me do that ... and you know why?" She lowered her voice and looked around before answering her own question. "Because they say I'm a bad girl!" 

Now she had my full attention. "Bad in what way?" I asked. 

"Do you want to find out?" When I nodded she beckoned for me to follow her out of the house. The French windows led into the gardens, and at the back of them stood a gazebo that was surrounded by trellises bearing a heavy load of vines in flower. Martha checked to see if we'd been spotted, and when she was satisfied that the gardeners were minding their own business, she went inside and closed the door after us. "You know what I like to do?" she asked, looking impish. "Try to guess." 

I didn't know what to say. There were many vices that I wanted her to have at that point but none of them seemed to fit in with that blonde, innocent-eyed, angel face. She was extremely attractive, all the more so because she was sitting in the dimness of the gazebo just where a beam of sunlight could highlight her face. Now her eyes looked almost colorless, glowing with light, and her cherub's mouth looked fuller and redder than before. The shading also did wonders for her breasts. She took off that scarlet riding jacket while waiting for my answer, and for a moment it seemed as though her nipples were going to poke holes in her T-shirt. 

"You like to blow men?" I asked in a fit of recklessness. 

"How did you know! Did someone tell you about me? I bet they did. Men are such gossips." She pouted unhappily. 

"No, no one said a word," I assured her. "I just thought of what I would most like you to do, and that was it." 

"You like to get blown?" Her tongue ran along her lips and she came a little closer. "I do love to do it Mother said I should remain a virgin till I'm married, but she said nothing about my mouth. Can I do it to you, Joe? I love the feel of cock between my lips, always have. Perhaps I wasn't properly weaned." She laughed shortly at her own joke but then the time for levity was over. Her hands strayed over to my lap where my cock formed a thick ridge of flesh that bulged up under the material of my pants. Briefly I wondered if this was worth risking a good job for. Of course it was. Her face closed in on my lap and her long blond hair fell over her face to make a little tent in which she could work in private. Now nimble fingers were opening my fly. I sat back and marveled at my good luck. She had my cock out and was nibbling at it in the confines of her blondness, hidden from my view but making me very aware of her presence. In my mind I could see those full lips circling about my glands as vividly as I could feel them. 

But I wasn't content to just sit there. I wanted to find out what the rest of her was like, especially those outsized tits. While she sucked my cock I rolled her T shirt up until it was bunched about just below her shoulders. Even in that position her tits kept their shape, two full orbs that fitted into my palms perfectly. Her nipples were bigger than before and hard as rubber bullets. Squeezing them was pure joy-but what about the rest of her? Those lean buns intrigued me, and I wanted to see how blond her pussy would be. Martha made no attempt to stop me when I reached down to undo her jeans. It was an awkward business to take off her clothes without disturbing her delicious sucking. In the end she had to take a break to help me out. 

"You want to do it to me?" she asked, taking off her T-shirt and then stepping out of her jeans. "Do men do that to girls, or are girls the only ones who eat?" 

"No, anyone can eat," I said. My hands came to rest on her hips and I drew her toward me to illustrate my point. Martha grew shy for a moment when I ran a finger down the length of her pussy. She blushed and tried to draw away from me. But I held her tightly and kept caressing her cunt until she understood what it was for. There was a small table behind her. I made her sit on the edge of it and got down on my knees in front of her to pay closer attention to her cunt. It was a gem, a teenage marvel. Her pubic hair was sparse and golden, and it grew down the sides of her pudgy little labia, to peter away before it reached her asshole. Her pussy lips were slightly open and admitted a glimpse of the pink flesh inside. My finger titillated her tiny clitoris for a moment before sliding down deep between her lips. It pressed against that peculiarly convoluted area to have it yield easily, gladly. Her flesh parted now to let the rest of my finger slip inside her. Martha was still uncomfortable but she was also very interested. 

"How does that feel?" I asked her, pushing my finger in and out of her moist pussy. 

"Very nice," she said, "but my mother said I shouldn't let any man do that to me." 

"She's not here to see you, is she?" Martha nodded. That made sense to her, and she relaxed more, giving in to the sensations my fucking finger produced in her. My face came closer and closer, my tongue poked out and there I was, for the second time that day, eating cunt. But how fresh and firm this one was compared to Peggy's! Her juices tasted different, not very sapid, but the fact that they were virginal made all my taste buds stand up and take notice. I took my finger out of her cunt and put my tongue up there instead to suck down more of her nectar. So subtle, so sweet, thick drops of dew slithering down my tongue and right down my throat. Martha leaned back and her sighs were heartfelt. I took her whole cunt into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could, then released it and pursed my lips around her hard little clit. She had forgotten about cocksucking, all she wanted now was to be eaten into oblivion. That was a shame. My cock stood up in the air, quivering with impatience. Should I fuck her? It would be lovely to stick my dick into that channel of tightly packed flesh, to stir up more of her virgin's fluids and to see her initiation into the wonderful world of sex. 

"Do you want to do it?" I asked her, looking up from her pussy for a moment. Martha was on her back on the table, her legs hanging over the edge limply. She shook her head but both her hands came down to her pussy and held it open for me. What did that mean? I decided to interpret her gesture freely. With one quick motion I was on my feet and my cock pressed into her cunt. My glands was almost inside her when she realized what was happening. 

"No!" she cried, sliding back on the table and throwing one leg over the other for extra protection. "I told you not to do that to me! You can do anything else but not that." She got off the table and stood in front of me, close, her hand touching my ravening erection. "Besides, don't you like what I do for you? Isn't that enough?" 

"I guess so," I said, but deep down I was disappointed. The knell of her teenage pussy still echoed through me. She was so deliciously tight, so young, so fresh, and if I didn't fuck her someone else would. I wanted to throw her back on the table and shove it into her all the way, and I might have if she hadn't anticipated me. Suddenly she was on her knees, this naked nymphet, and her mouth was around my cock again, and just as suddenly I lost the urge to fuck. 

She licked my dick all over and then pursed her lips around it and slithered halfway down my cock. Her little hand closed around the base of my stalk and started to jerk me off in time with her steady sucking. For a girl her age she was very expert at blowing. In no time at all my cock started to throb ominously, my hips began to jerk back and forth, and I kept forgetting to breathe. My hands were on her shoulders, clutching at her flesh while my cock pushed deeper and deeper into her mouth. She couldn't swallow it all, not like Peggy, and so whenever I pushed she moved her head back. But she made up for it by licking my cock with love and moving my knob around her mouth so that her tender flesh brushed past it and cajoled it into blowing. 

Sperm burst from my balls. I couldn't hold it back any longer. With a last reserve of strength I grabbed her head and poked my cock down her throat. Martha was so busy swallowing and sucking that she hardly noticed. The little girl had disappeared. Now there was a rapacious woman at my dick, whose mouth resembled a vacuum cleaner and whose hands raked along my ass in, convulsions of pleasure. She sucked and sucked until there was nothing left, and even then she wasn't satisfied. I expected her to withdraw and give me a break, but no, her mouth kept a firm grip on my dick and her lips started to pulse around it like before. 

"You're expecting too much from it," I cautioned her. Martha shook her head and when I went limp she just swallowed all of me and suckled it passionately. Warm spit flowed around it, her tongue lapped at my knob, her teeth closed around the stem to tease and threaten me, and before long new pulses of fife ran through my cock. I had to sit down. She followed me on her knees and she held my dick between her teeth to warn me not to escape. Once I was in position she rested her arms on my thighs and got down to some serious sucking. Her pleasure was evident. While she had my cock in her mouth her eyes shone and she moaned and wriggled about in her private ecstasy. All she wanted me to do was sit and take it. I was up for that 

It took her longer to bring me off this time. My cock was less sensitive, my balls had to be replenished; but that only made Martha work harder. She kissed her way up and down my cock, licked my balls, swallowed them, ran her tongue along the insides of my thighs, and when she had to take a breather she closed her little fist around my cock and jerked me off until she was ready to eat more. No one could withstand such a determined assault. I could feel my toes tingle and curl, and then the rest of me became very warm, sweat broke out on my brow, my hips got the twitches again. Martha sensed it, too. She took my cock in her mouth and moved her head up and down rapidly, jerking me off with her lips now. "Yesssss!" I hissed, running my fingers through her golden locks. "That's the way, very good, very good, here I come now, watch it UUNNNNHHH!" The shell slipped into the breach and was projected against the roof of her mouth, small stuff, the last of my virility. Martha swallowed it happily and stayed down on me in case there was more to come. 

"Listen, we really ought to be getting back to the house," I said when it became clear that she had no intention of giving up. "Your mother will wonder where we are." 

"Oh yes, her," she said, releasing my cock at last. "She's always spoiling my fun. Will you come back, Joe? We could have such a good time together. Perhaps you could visit me at night, in my room. Wouldn't that be nice?" 

"I'd like nothing better," I said, "but let's find out what your mother has in store for me first, shall we? Will you look what you did to my cock. I think it died!" My dick dangled between my legs like a piece of old meat, completely drained. Martha giggled proudly and patted it. "No, don't touch it, I'm afraid it'll fall off." 

When we were both dressed and respectable again we sauntered along the lawns and admired the flowers to make our excursion look like one of an horticultural nature. Lucky for us no one had noticed our absence. I got back into the waiting room without Samantha's noticing it. And five minutes later the regal private secretary announced that Mrs. Van de Kut would see me. 

CHAPTER TWO 

Martha led me through the stately home, up to double walnut doors, where we stopped. She knocked once and a strong voice told us to come in. "You go," she whispered, and ran down the carpeted corridor. I squared my shoulders and entered. Mrs. Van de Kut stood before tall windows through which the sunlight flooded, giving her a clear view of me but giving me nothing more than a silhouette. Nothing was said for a moment. Then she came closer and inspected me with a frown on her face. She was a most attractive woman, over six feet in height, icy blue eyes, chestnut hair piled on her head, a massive bosom and full hips pushing at a long gown, and she quite intimidated me. I did my best not to show it 

"Sit down, Mr. Mac ... Mac ... oh, I'll just call you Mac," she said brusquely. 

"Thank you Mrs. Van," I said. She looked at me sharply but overlooked my familiarity. Terms were discussed most cursorily. Mrs. Van sat on the couch next to me. If it hadn't been for her regal demeanor I would have sworn she was trying to seduce me. One of her hands rested lightly on my shoulder and whenever she wanted to make a point clear she leaned toward me so that her lips were far too close to mine-for comfort, that is. I started to respond to her sensuality even though my cock was a ragged, limp bit of meat that had done its duty four times in quick succession, and now wanted only rest. 

The man for this job must be trustworthy," she said in softer tones," stroking my chest nonchalantly. "He must be of strong moral fibre, a man with inner strength. Are you such a man, Mr. Mac?" 

"You've described me to a tee," I grinned weakly. Her hand was closing in on my cock. Every part of me was aroused except that pitiful member. There was nothing I could do about it, so I feigned indifference to her advances and tried to listen to what she was saying. Her preamble went on and on, just as her hands did. She caressed my cock openly now and weighed my balls from outside my pants. A little later she undid my zip and reached into my briefs to get at my cock. I was flushed with shame. How could I explain to her that her daughter had blown me twice in a row and had drained me utterly? 

"Perhaps I'm not your type," Mrs. Van said suddenly, more to herself than to me. She pulled away from me and tugged at a length of cord dangling from the ceiling. A moment later a maid walked in. She wore the uniform of the house, black on black with a little white apron, black panty hose and black shoes. Underneath the trappings of a maid pulsed the body of a beautiful woman, that much was clear. I eyed her with interest, just as she eyed my wide-open fly. "Lorraine, would you close the door and take off your clothes for this gentleman, please. I'd like to see his response." 

As if this had happened a thousand times before, the maid nodded and carried out the woman's orders. She unbuttoned her dress once her apron had been unpinned, and neatly draped both garments over a nearby chair. Then, wearing only a bra and panty hose, she removed the little hat she wore in her hair, and approached us. Mrs. Van put her hand back over my cock and squeezed it slowly as we both watched the maid take off the rest of her clothes. 

My interest mounted by the second but that was all. Her big tits pushed out at me, white and bulbous, capped by pink nipples set in wide pink rings, and when she was sure she had all of my attention, she shook them from side to side. Seeing tits is one thing, seeing them in motion quite another. The sight of so much feminine wealth made me shake with lust. My face literally ached to dive in between those vanilla puddings, to smother myself and savor the smoothness of her flesh. She certainly gave me a chance to do it but the limpness of my cock made me defensive. "Very nice," I said with an approving nod, and I crossed my legs and lit a cigarette. 

The maid gave Mrs. Van a questioning look. The dowager nodded for her to go on. She hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panty hose and began to shimmy out of it. The way her hips rotated was delicious, and the dark, triangular intimation of pubic hair under the stretch fabric set my blood coursing through my veins. And still my cock played dead. Would it ever rise again? Every inch of me was hard and hot except for that abused member! The pantyhose slid down her hips, inch by inch, revealing more white, smooth flesh, more than I could take! Now her brush of hair emerged, further down, the deeper shadow of her slit appeared, I could see it, I could taste it! But I couldn't do anything about it. She had only to call my bluff and the jig would be up. 

Finally she stepped out of the garment and paraded before me stark naked. Each time she turned her back on me my hands itched to dig into those heavy masses of flesh that made up her ass. With every step her buns twisted and flounced, shook with sensual power, and then, as if that wasn't bad enough, she liked to bend over a little so that the dense bush covering her cunt sprouted out from her inner thighs, further still to make her cunt part and afford me a glimpse of pink. I was trembling all over, pulling at my cigarette and breathing in great lungs full of smoke to steady my nerves. 

"Remarkable self-control, Mr. Mac," said Mrs. Van. "Yes, I would say you're the man for the job. Anyone who can resist Lorraine is definitely not red-blooded. Sometimes I wish I wasn't, because I can never resist this tasty wench. Come over here, dear, and massage me." 

I expected the maid to grab hold of Mrs. Van's shoulders but instead the naked woman kneeled down before her mistress, lifted the hem of her long dress, and stuck her head under it. She moved her face right up to the matron's crotch and clearly put her all into this oral massage. Mrs. Van sat back and closed her eyes, letting out a deep sigh and now and then, but she was immobile for the rest. Lorraine did all the work and by the sound of it it was a labor of love to her. Her head moved from side to side and up and down under the dress, wet noises and smacking sounds abounded, and Mrs. Van seemed to melt into a puddle of contentment. I felt very peculiar. Lorraine's big, delicious ass was sticking out at the world in general, anyone would be welcome at that point. And there I was, next to my prospective employer who was getting her pussy eaten, with a vacant cunt going begging, and all I could do was sit there and chain smoke! It was the unhappiest half hour in my life. 

"Oh dear!" I heard Mrs. Van say suddenly. "Stop, Lorraine, that's enough now, oh my goodness, oh, oh stop, STOP, OH-OH-OOOOOOOOOHHHH LORRAINE, NO MORE, OOOHH YEEEESSSSSSSS, UNH, UNH, AAAAAaaaaaahhhhh, lovely." Brisk, businesslike, she lifted her skirt, let the maid crawl out, and resumed the conversation. "Let me feel," she said, sticking her hand through my open fly and squeezing my cock. "Just as I thought, not a reaction. Good, Mr. Mac, you're hired." 

"This is a very unusual procedure," I said in a quavering voice. 

"I'm sure. However, your job is to go to a girls' boarding school to find out who kidnapped my daughter, Laurel. I wouldn't want a satyr to take on that job, for obvious reasons." 

"I see." Wow, that was a lucky break! A girls' boarding school! I could just see Vinnie's face when he heard the news. And I could just see my face, too. Quickly I pulled a serious expression over the gleeful one and said: "But if your daughter has been kidnapped, why don't you contact the police?" 

"Nothing is certain in this case," said Mrs. Van with a disdainful smirk. "No ransom notes have been delivered, all I know is that she's missing and I want you to find her. The headmistress, a Miss Parsons, will be notified of your arrival and she will find room for you to stay while you conduct your investigation." The maid had dressed and left the room to fetch us coffee. "You see, Laurel is the sole heir to the family assets," said Mrs. Van in a hushed voice. "She may have been persuaded to elope or something dreadful, and in that case I don't want to bring the police into it and alarm the news media. She would only get a reputation that would attract other fortune hunters. You understand this case calls for discretion, of course?" 

"My specialty," I assured her. She supplied me with photographs, names, and a generous down payment. An hour later I was back in the office briefing my assistants. Vinnie almost jumped through the ceiling. Without further ado he loaded the back of the car up with his snooping equipment and as soon as he was done he positioned himself behind the wheel. Peggy and I still were far from ready but Vinnie wanted to be sure that not a second was wasted on account of him. When we drove away I had to slow him down several times. 

It was late in the evening when we arrived at the Moorehead School for Young Ladies. The gatekeeper pointed the way to Miss Parsons' cottage and we drove through dark, tree-lined paths to get to it. All about her cottage were large, square buildings with lighted windows. The sound of girlish laughter wafted through the peaceful air now and then, and we heard dishwashers operating in the basements. Some dim, slender forms strolled by the buildings, chattering, carrying books. I thought Vinnie was going to jack off right there and then. Luckily Miss Parsons came out to meet us. 

She was a tall, angular woman with a lantern jaw, gold-rimmed glasses, and a tight bun at the back of her head. When she spoke her lips hardly moved. There was something bloodless about her and it was a testimony to my recuperation that I found myself wondering what it would be like to fuck her. "Good evening," she said, "won't you come in. It's awful about the Van de Kut girl and I want to assure you that I will help all I can." 

We entered her immaculate cottage and drank tea with her while I tried to find out what she did know. The result was nothing. The headmistress wanted to be helpful but she was far more worried about something else. 

"Look here," she said, "while you're conducting your investigation I wonder if you could do me an enormous favor. You don't have to, entirely up to you, but there seems to be a plague of criminality among the girls. I don't quite know how to put it ... but rumors have reached my ears that there's considerable self-abuse in the dormitories. If you would provide me with a list of names of the perpetrators I would be ever so grateful." 

She said it in deadly earnest. Vinnie's hands flew to his crotch and Peggy covered her face to stifle her laughter. I kept a straight face and said I would do my best to get the facts on that. "Of course we may have to extend our investigation a. little," I said delicately. "I will need your permission to spy on the dormitories at all hours and all that sort of thing." 

"Oh, permission granted!" said the headmistress, slapping her skinny thighs and standing up to offer me her hand. "Complete freedom, Mr. McCanoczek, absolutely!" 

"Now if you'll show us our rooms," I said. Miss Parsons nodded and led us to one of the large buildings. The staircase led up to the third and top floor, passing corridors that rang with girlish voices, the odor of soap and shampoo and the sound of rushing showers, along with a few glimpses of girls in robes or in partial undress. I kept a tight grip on Vinnie all the way to our rooms. At this stage of the game I certainly didn't want him blowing it for us. 

The rooms were on the same floor as the girls' rooms. The senior girls had their own cabins, as Miss Parsons called them, and the juniors slept in twenty-bed dormitories. It struck me as strange that the headmistress would put us in with her charges, especially since we would have to use the same shower and toilet facilities. I didn't question it, figuring she was too otherworldly to know about sex. Much later I would discover that the opposite explanation was true. 

"So, here we are," I said to Vinnie and Peggy. Our rooms were connected by side doors. Peggy took the middle room, as usual, and we stored the equipment in my room because I had a wardrobe that could be locked. When we were settled in we met again in my room and started to discuss tactics. A knock on the door interrupted us. 

"Hello, hello, hello!" said Vinnie when he opened the door to find a lovely eighteen-year-old at the other side. "What might you be looking for, my pretty!" 

"Down, boy," I told him. The girl gave Vinnie a withering look and came right toward me. She had on a robe that had been securely tied about her willowy body. Long, blond hair fell over her shoulders, still damp from a recent shower. Blue eyes peered into mine crossly. 

"May I ask what you are doing here?" she asked imperiously. 

I explained it to her in as few words as possible, meanwhile taking in the intimation of firm tits under her terry cloth robe. She would do for an entree. The proximity of so many young girls excited me. Not that I seriously intended to chase after them. No, I had a job to do. But it titillated me and then there were always surprises inherent in such a situation. "Perhaps you could give me a lead on Laurel's disappearance?" I said. 

"Miss Parsons must be going mad," was all the girl said. She turned on her heel and left the room. 

"My goodness," Peggy commented, "what is this, a school for apprentice princesses? Have you ever seen such a snotty little bitch, Joe?" 

"I hope they're not all like that," I said, a sentiment that Vinnie was quick to second. "Anyway, I'm going to take a shower." I stripped and wrapped a large towel about my hips, slipped into a pair of thongs, and walked down the corridor toward the showers. At once dozens of heads popped out of doorways and I found myself the object of everyone's curiosity. Giggles, whispered comments, a few rude suggestions, followed me along the corridor. I felt myself blushing. When I reached the door to the bathroom I opened it a crack to check if anyone was inside. All was silent "Fore!" I yelled, just to make sure. No response. At last I walked inside and after a thorough check of the cubicles I let the towel drop and turned on the water. I was hard as a rock for the whole time under the shower. Anticipation, fantasies of girls entering the shower and removing their clothes before they saw me, and just the knowledge of being in the thick of teenage pussies kept me that way. Yet, as long as I took over washing myself, nothing happened. 

Before I could venture out into the open again I had to run cold water over my stiff cock to get it down, and only then could I wrap the towel around me again. This time no one was watching. I peered into a few of the open doors -and saw the girls going about their business as if nothing unusual was happening. They were playing cards, writing letters, doing their homework, sleeping-it was infuriating! Even if I didn't want much to happen, this much indifference depressed me. And if it depressed me, it drove Vinnie to the brink of suicide. He made the trip to the showers and back without anything happening. By midnight all the lights were out, and in desperation he and Peggy went to their respective beds. 

In spite of myself I kept the tight on for some time in the hope that one of the girls would see I wasn't yet asleep. It was no use. No one came near my room. In the end I turned off the light and turned over to go to sleep. There wasn't a sound in the building. All those lovely girls were resting for the next day of school. What did they know about men and sex? After all, I told myself, this was a school for young ladies, and young ladies weren't suppose to know about such matters. Certainly Miss Parsons wouldn't tell them anything. 

I had dozed off and was well on the way to the very depths of sleep, when something aroused me. For the first few minutes I didn't know what it was. I did notice that it was pleasant. Something warm snuggled up beside me, smooth, too, and flaxen hair brushed past my skin. That meant it wasn't Peggy. A small hand rubbed my belly. That did it. "Who's there?" I asked. 

"I'm Cissy," said a high pitched, girlish voice. 

"Who?" I groped for the light switch and when my eyes had stopped smarting I saw a small and very pretty girl in the bed beside me. "Hey, do you want to get caught here? Go on, get out of here, get back to your own bed!" 

"Don't worry," she said, turning the light off. I turned it back on and stared at her. What was her game? The bedclothes covered her up to below her shoulders, and those shoulders were most affecting. She was nineteen, give or take a year, a slender girl with big brown eyes and long dark hair, her lips were full and her cheekbones were high, and one day she was going to drive men wild. But until then she ranked as jail bait in my book and she was also jeopardizing a very good job. On the other hand she felt very nice beside me, and when the sheet slipped a little I saw two small, firm breasts that made my mouth water. She must have seen how weak my flesh was because she turned the light off again and snuggled up against me. I felt her little hand reach for my cock. It was as hard as a board. Cissy giggled and pressed herself against me so that the sparse down of her pussy brushed against me. 

"Ah, what the hell!" I said, and gave in to this young temptress. My hands ran over her and experienced her slender, silken skin, her hard little tits and her firm young buttocks, and now her arms embraced me and her head pressed against my chest as her narrow loins crushed into mine. Slowly, savoring the forbiddenness of it all, my hand went down to feel her little cunt-and there it was, in my hand, practically naked to the touch, its wide cleft accentuated by its chubbiness, hot, moist, and slippery. And while I groped around, sensing her silken purse with every nerve at my disposal, she stroked my prick and balls with all the zeal of a child with a new toy. My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as normal and it urged me to do something with it! 

Suddenly I became suspicious. What if this was a practical joke and all the girls were standing outside my door listening in? I pulled free from Cissy's lascivious embrace and quickly padded over to the door, paused a moment, then pulled it open. There wasn't a soul out there. I felt like a fool Cissy turned on the light to see what I was doing, and as I made my way back to the bed she remarked: "What are you worrying about? No one knows I'm here." 

"Why are you here?" I asked, getting back into bed. 

"Please don't talk," she said softly, and her hands pushed away the bedclothes to add weight to her point. I found myself gazing at the most delicious young body I'd seen since my sister had grown into a woman. Cissy stretched out like a contented cat and eyed me with a mixture of mischief and horniness. She was toying with me but I couldn't do anything about it. She was lovely! Her breasts were like upturned saucers, white with pink and innocent nipples. Little desserts they were, all the whiter for the rest of her body, which was evenly tanned. Down further there was another white patch around her loins, and in the focal point of that part of her rose her pubic mound. The bone thrust up from the concavity of her belly, and it was adorned by a thin cover of dark hairs which did nothing to conceal the full cleft of her pussy. I could hardly breathe. My cock throbbed agonizingly. Cissy was wise beyond her years, it seemed, because she rolled over and brought her mouth very close to my cock. I stared at her in astonishment. 

She took the flushed knob of my throbbing dick into her mouth, opening wide to accommodate it, and did her best to take more than just my glands inside. She was too small to do it but her attempts sent delicious chills coursing through my whole body. The pressure on my knob was terrific. Her lips were stretched about it tight as elastic bands, and the feeble play of her tongue made it all the more excruciating. Her childish face was red with the effort of trying to go down on me, and whenever long strands of hair fell over her face she brushed them away impatiently and attacked my cock with redoubled vigor. Slowly she managed to get some of it inside, toiling onward, but by that time I wanted something quite different. That full-lipped, almost bald little cunt of hers had captured me, I wanted to get to know it better, explore it, eat it! Gently I dissociated myself from her mouth and slid down into her crotch. Cissy made herself comfortable at once and waited with eyes closed for me to do my stuff. 

Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder, piss, and the womanly odor of mushrooms. A delicious combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down between her parted cunt lips to scoop up the secretions of her excited hole. I still couldn't believe this was happening to me, a thirty-nine-year-old man going down on a girl twenty years his junior, risking his professional reputation for a bit of snatch; but I was there and nothing could have dragged me away from her at that moment. My tongue wormed its way into her cunt hole as far as it would go, passing through a tight, elastic washer to get inside, and she groaned as she gave way to me. If my tongue gave her that much trouble, what would my inflated cock do to her? There was only one way to find out, but later ... later! 

I held her tight buttocks in my hands, cupping and squeezing them while my tongue worked into the walls of her cunt and licked at the olive juices oozing out of them. My prick was wedged between my belly and the sheets, rubbing back and forth in vain. Not long now. Her girlish hips were jerking up and down rapidly, her hands were on her little tits, mauling, grasping, desperate, and her breath whistled through her throat. I unleashed all of my experience on her pussy, eating, licking, biting, sucking her little twat in between my teeth and harrying it until she had to stuff the corner of a sheet into her mouth to stop from waking up the whole block. "Do it to me!" she groaned. "Please, please, do it now! I want it so much!" 

I looked up from her cunt and saw her slender body stretched out before me through a thin hedge of pubic hair. Her breasts had almost disappeared now that she was on her back, just hard pink nipples sticking out. She looked so young, too young ... but then I looked back down at her cunt and saw that it was wide open, pink, dripping wet, and ready! 

I moved up higher and brought the tip of my cock up against her cunt hole. I still expected her to change her mind, but even when my thick knob pressed down on her yielding flesh she did her best to let me in. The resistance was tough. I reached down to her lean, tender buns and pulled them apart, so widening her pussy hole. The first half inch clipped inside and lodged securely in that tight ring of flesh. Now Cissy developed some misgivings. Her arms clasped me in a desperate hug and her teeth sank into my neck. She had her legs wide apart and kept her ass up off the bed, but even that didn't ease the pain. "Please be careful," she whispered, and it sounded like a sob. "I'm ... I'm still a virgin!" 

I jiggled my knob about inside her until the spit and the juices formed a film over my knob and allowed it to slip in a little further. It felt terrific but I had to restrain myself. In and out, very carefully, spreading the moisture and relaxing the cunt muscles bit by bit. Cissy clung to me for dear life, groaning with the expectation of pain. An inch was inside her, she was getting slippery now, her muscles were yielding to my inexorable force. Another inch, it was starting to get easier by the second-and then, resistance. I pushed harder and nothing happened, it wouldn't go in deeper. Cissy let out a strangled cry and right away I understood that for her the moment of truth had arrived. At once I pulled my cock back until only the tip of it had contact with her cunt. Then, with a sharp thrust, I broke her hymen and shoved my tool up her to the hilt Cissy looked like she was going to expire from pain but I kept on fucking. I let go her ass and started to squeeze her tits to distract her from her pain. Gradually she got over it and, as my cock barged in and out of her wet, slurping little pussy, she started to fuck me back. Her nails were in my back, her tongue somehow got to my ear, and her hips were bucking under mine in opposite time. As I threw myself into the down stroke she thrust herself up so as to get that extra bit of oomf, and when I pulled back she pulled away to leave my cock poised and trembling in empty space. Cissy was a fast learner, obviously. 

There was no condescension left in the way I fucked her now. Even if her cunt was still girlishly tight and her voice was too high-pitched to belong to a woman, I treated her as a seasoned lay just the same. My cock went up her to the hilt every time, driving in so far that our pubic bones gnashed together. My lips closed over one of her nipples and my hands went back down to her ass to fondle and squeeze those succulent little orbs of flesh. Thanks to Peggy and little Martha Van de Kut, my ejaculation was a long time coming. My cock went sort of numb after ten minutes of solid pounding, stiff, frozen almost, and I gave Cissy enough cock to make up for whatever she had missed out on in her sexual life. 

Only when she started to writhe under me did she put a real strain on my dick. Her supple, elastic pussy trapped my cock deep inside, and twisted and jerked it this way and that, masturbating it in a way, and in no time at all the dam burst. My body arched tautly as the hot semen barreled along the stem of my cock and exploded inside her freshly deflowered pussy. Cissy hadn't been expecting that. The moment the warm douche hit her innards she let out a long, drawn-out wail of delight, and her body quivered from head to toe while she clung to me like a drowning woman. "Oh God!" she said when the spasm of ecstasy had passed. "Was that an orgasm?" 

"That was it," I nodded. I barely had the strength to light up a cigarette. Lying on my back, staring at the ceiling, I let the smoke find its own way out of my lungs. "Now tell me," I said tiredly, "why did you come into my room?" 

"To get laid," she replied. Cissy sat with her legs drawn up, her head forward, watching the sperm dribble out of her cunt. "Will that stop eventually?" she asked. 

I tossed her a hand towel and continued my questioning. Cissy wouldn't say anything except that she had wanted to dispose of her hymen and I seemed like the man to do it. In one way it seemed plausible. Yet I didn't trust her. There was something going on in this school. Her entry had been too slick-welcome, of course, but the timing was too right. I shook my head and told her to go to her own bed. Cissy pouted. 

"Don't you want me anymore?" she asked. 

"It's not that. I'm just tired. It's been a long day." 

"You mean you can't get it up again?" 

"Now wait a minute! What do they teach you at this school, anyway? The sign said this was a school for young ladies but you're acting like a young tramp!" 

"I read books," she said simply. "Men always say they're tired when in fact they can't get it up. But if I can make it stand up will you make love to me again?" 

I picked up the hand towel and pointed out the spots of blood. "Isn't that going to be too painful for you?" 

She threw the towel aside and started to stroke my cock with both hands. Now that it was limp she was able to get her mouth around it quite easily, and I could tell she took considerable pleasure in swallowing my greasy, cunt-soaked slug. First she cleaned it from to tip to toe, and then, taking a firmer grip on it with her lips, she started to tug on it. She stretched it as far as it would go, then moved her head forward quickly to take all of my dick inside her mouth, and after a few chews and squeezes she repeated the same process. In spite of the long and hard day I felt a trickle of life flowing back into my member, just a little bit, but enough to make it expand noticeably. Cissy looked up with excitement sparkling in her eyes. Back down she went, tugging, stretching, working her lips around my oversensitive flesh and caressing my belly and balls with her small hands. 

It was a charming sight I propped myself up on a couple of pillows and lit another cigarette from the butt of the old one. Cissy lay between my legs, her long brown hair falling like a curtain before her face until she pushed it out of the way. Then I could see my half-hard cock, dark brown and swelling, sticking up into her mouth, clenched between those rosy, full lips. I'd had better blow jobs but none could match this one for sincerity. Cissy was really getting off on it. As she sucked, one of her hands snuck down to between her legs, and I could tell by the moving muscles in her arm that she was toying with her pussy. That excited me as much as her sucking. "Let me see you play with yourself," I said hoarsely. At once she moved over and lifted one leg out of the way to show me how her index finger rotated about between the cunt lips. My cock sprang up to assume its maximum proportions, and once more it filled her mouth to bursting. 

Cissy went at it with greater persistence this time, though. After some time my knob disappeared into her mouth, and a little later half my cock was inside. Her cheeks were hollow and her eyes bulged with the strain, but she kept my cock there until it was hard enough to dig clams with. Then, with a gleeful expression, she got on top of me. She squatted over my dick and reached down to guide it inside. But when it touched her cunt she grimaced in pain. "Are you all right?" I asked. 

"Yes ... yes, I think; so," she said bravely. She tried again. My cock had the taste of cunt again and it did its best to crawl into her. The pain was too much for her. No position we tried improved the situation. "I'm sorry," she said finally, "but my pussy hurts too much. Funny how the pain started after you stopped making love to me." 

"Very funny." Goddamnit, I wanted her badly now! There was only one thing to do. "Give me a handjob then," I told her. She agreed to that and sat down on her haunches beside me to get to it. Her fist closed around the lower half of my cock and moved up and down with a steady beat. While she busied herself with my dick, I was able to gaze deep into her pussy. The way she sat showed me everything, and that certainly helped my erection. The only problem was that she didn't know how to give a good handjob. Her timing faltered, she was timid where she should have been forceful, and vice versa, and no matter how lovely her pussy looked to me, my erection was getting wobbly. 

"Here, let me do it," I said. "You just strike some interesting poses for me, okay?" 

"Oh, that's really naughty!" she squealed, and obliged me at once. She started off by turning her back to me and bending down to look at me through her legs. From that position her pussy literally bulged out from between her thighs, a fulsome little fig bursting with pink flesh and glimmering with its own juices. Above it was her little asshole, a dark dot out of reach of her hairline. And above that her delicious cheeks, rounded and taut. New energy surged into my cock, but I beat off slowly. This was too enjoyable! 

Next she sat on the footboard of the bed and parted her legs wide, then let one solitary finger dangle casually between her cunt lips, not actually masturbating but on the verge of it. The lewdness in her eyes set me off. She was teasing me, showing an independent sexuality that easily matched mine. Nineteen years old and already an accomplished temptress! My hand slid up and down along my stiff cock and I felt the warmth suffuse my entire body, right down to my curling toes. The backs of my legs were sweating, my hips were moving up and down, and my eyes burned into the delicious, pink flesh and that weirdly convoluted bit of skin behind which her hole lay, a reticulated orifice, looking like it would choke on a raspberry pit, but really able to swallow a pig. At that moment all of the pussies in the whole wide world bore down on me. Such a wondrous appendage, and every woman had one! There was the paradigm of pussy, right before me, mine to touch or eat or fuck; and yet I preferred to look and beat off over it, as if paying homage to the cosmic cunt. 

"I love this!" exclaimed Cissy, watching my cock with shining eyes. "I've never seen a man do this before, but it's so sexy! Oh Jesus, I'm so close to coming! Can I play with myself a bit, too?" Without waiting for an answer she started to move her finger about in between her plump little cunt. Her eyes half closed and her body grew taut as she rubbed herself into ecstasy. A current flowed between us, doubling all of our pleasures as we watched the other do a solo. I moved closer to her, my nostrils twitching to pick up her heady scent. Not long now. I got up on my knees and faced her on her level. Our faces were close together, our hands worked furiously, we were flushed, sweating, our eyes feverish, another tug, another rotation, wet sounds came from her cunt, I was panting. "In my mouth!" she groaned, opening up wide. With an immense effort I struggled to my feet and, knees bent, brought my cock to within an inch of her mouth. She started to croon a weird, erotic song of passion, waiting, fingering, and I beat off harder, faster, until the moment came. Thick blurts of sperm flew out and landed on her extended tongue, gathering numbers with every stroke of my fist, until she had enough to drink down. At that moment she lost her balance and flopped forward on the bed, still fingering herself furiously until she, too, came and became quiet. 

CHAPTER THREE 

We had breakfast in the school's mess hall, at a table set well away from the others. Once we were used to the stares of hundreds of eyes it became possible to get down to business. It turned out that Peggy and Vinnie had had their own kind of entertainment during the night. 

"You should have seen her, boss," said Vinnie, stuffing scrambled eggs into his mouth as he talked, "a beautiful little thing with tits and everything, and she just came into my room naked, not a word! She didn't look all that happy but who gives a shit. I had a terrific time." 

"And I got a little hockey player," said Peggy thoughtfully. "What do you think, Joe, are they trying to divert us? I got the impression that she wasn't there of her own free will, but that the alternative to being with me was very bad." 

"I doubt it," I said. "The girl who visited me, Cissy, seemed to enjoy herself all the way. I think she just wanted to get laid for the sake of status or whatever is important in this place. I mean, what are you looking for, a young ladies' mafia?" I guffawed at the idea, but Peggy took it seriously. 

"You see that girl over there?" She pointed at a blond girl not far from us. "Remember her? She came into our room last night and demanded to know what we were doing there. When I came out of my room to go to breakfast there were a lot of girls standing around her, listening very closely to what she had to say. Of course they all clammed up when I came near. But I'd watch her if I were you." 

"I think we ought to make a general surveillance of the school today," I said. "Check out every nook and cranny of it, take pictures, talk with people, that sort of thing. If Laurel Van de Kut was kidnapped I have to know who last saw her and where." I did my best to sound like I had the case by the scruff of the neck, but in all honesty I was more confused than ever. It couldn't be a kidnapping, because what was the fun if there was no ransom at the end? A sex crime? Now that was a possibility. The photos of Laurel showed her to be a walking, talking wet dream. Short of scouring the surrounding woods there was no way of establishing that possibility. Or she could have run away, eloped as her mother suggested. Or maybe she was fed up and had gone to Paris with her credit card. In all this uncertainty I had to set the example for my staff, and Peggy's amateur suggestions had to be ignored. "Yes, that's the best way," I said, getting up from the table. "We'll start right now. Get the equipment, Vinnie." 

The chauffeur scurried away and returned within minutes with cameras and a small recorder to which he had attached a long-range pick-up microphone. The three of us walked out of the mess hall and into the square to get our bearings. Beyond the buildings were the sports fields, the woods, and beyond the woods was a suburban development. Armed with a pair of binoculars I climbed the bell tower and surveyed the whole area carefully. The woods were vast, a green mass broken only by a lake in the center. Trees everywhere, surrounding the school, and I quickly realized that it would be far too much trouble to scour so much acreage. I marked the sex crime possibility down to the bottom of the list. 

When I reached the square again, troops of girls marched to their classes. All wore dark blue uniforms with light blue blouses and sensible black shoes, grey stockings covered their legs, and hats with wide brims adorned their heads. I felt my cock pulsing with lust for all of those squeaky-clean pussies between all those young thighs, and I stared after them until the last squad had disappeared into the buildings. "Let's start with ... the gym," I said casually. Vinnie wiped his mouth and got his cameras ready. 

"A little exercise, eh?" Peggy said. "What a good idea." We walked into the big gym and found it empty, even though about thirty girls had just entered it. Some sounds came from the far end of it, and as we neared it it became clear that the girls were in the change room. This was the time when I could appreciate Vinnie's peculiar talents most of all. In a flash the chauffeur had located some cracks in the walls, through which we had a limited but adequate view of what was happening inside that area. 

The peep hole I occupied looked directly into one of the cubicles where a girl was taking off her hat. She hung it neatly on a hook and then turned her back to me to chat with a friend. This friend joined her in the cubicle, busily undoing her tie. I didn't recognize either of them and I couldn't catch what they were saying, but I remained glued to that peephole just the same. Both had their ties off and now they helped the other with the buttons at the backs of their uniforms. These were also neatly hung on hooks. That left them in their blouses and panties, and by this time I began to wish there was a hole in the wall lower down so I could fuck that! They chattered at a mile a minute, all the while undoing buttons, fumbling with bra straps, taking no notice of their own bodies-but then, why should they? They'd grown up with all that pulchritude. Only outsiders lusted after their assets. The girls revealed them so innocently, baring their incipient breasts, stepping out of their panties to reveal the thinly haired pussy slits, bending over with their backs toward me to let me savor the beautiful forms of their buttocks, still talking, laughing, getting ready to put on their gym clothes. My cock was sending out distress signals! I glanced at Vinnie and Peggy, and both were behaving in a much less inhibited manner than I was. Peggy had one hand on her crotch, clawing at her pussy through her tight jeans, and the other was inside her low-necked top. Vinnie had his cock out and was beating off unashamedly. My girls were almost fully dressed and I told the others to cool it. 

"Just a minute!" Vinnie puffed and a second later he blew his wad up against the wall. "Aaaaah, that's better. What fluff, boss, I've never been so happy in any place! This is paradise, I swear it is. I'd like to have a job here emptying chamber pots or something." Muttering to himself, he adjusted one of the cameras and took a couple of quick pictures before backing away from the wall. By the time the girls emerged from the dressing room we were wandering about the gym, inspecting items closely and looking officious. 

A woman bounded out after them and ordered them in long lines. With sharp orders she put them through their paces, warming them up for the main bout as it were, and the three of us stopped pretending to be busy. We had to watch all those nubile bodies at work. How lovely they looked in their gym shorts, some so tight that the pussy contours were plainly visible, other bloomers so loose that the legs allowed small glimpses of shadowy, hairy phantoms in certain positions. "I could watch them all day," Peggy whispered. I nodded knowingly. 

We watched them from behind, from the side and from the front, until at last the instructor got suspicious and ordered us out of the gym. I could have refused but there was no sense antagonizing the staff. Once outside we really didn't know where to go next Vinnie came up with a great idea. 

"Hey boss, you want to know what these girls know, right? I mean, you want to know the stuff they won't tell you." 

"That's correct." 

"Then one of us ought to bug the change room! You saw how they talked to each other. We're bound to pick up something there." 

"I was just thinking about that," I lied. "Okay, give me the equipment and I'll go do it right now." 

"Hey, listen, if you don't want to ..." In his own way he was begging me to let him do it, but as long as I paid his wages, I would make the big decisions. I took his tape recorder and microphone and went around to the back of the building to look for another entrance. It wasn't difficult to find a window that had been left open. Vinnie and Peggy looked pissed when I left them standing there, but I was on the case. 

Inside the change room all was quiet. Girls' clothing hung from hooks inside the cubicles, the shower section was still dry, towels had been laid out in neat piles, and the smell of soap, perfume, and just a dash of pussy titillated my nose. The directional microphone would pick up whatever it was pointed at, and obviously I would have to be there to point it. A bug would only pick up a riot of babble. So the first job was to find a place to hide. A broom closet was perfect for my purposes. It bad a door that wouldn't close properly, leaving a wide enough crack for the microphone and my roving eyes. Also it smelled bad inside, a sure sign that only the cleaners went into it. I tested the equipment and made myself comfortable to wait for their arrival. 

There they were, all flushed now, sweaty, hurrying to get out of their gym clothes and under the shower. The showers were closer to me than the cubicles, so there was another wait before the first disrobed body appeared. I used that time to check around for profitable gossip. Nothing. At last one of the girls appeared and turned on one of the showers. There were no partitions between them, just two rows of nozzles and tips over a raised and tiled area. Other girls followed. Once again my cock fought to get out of my pants so it could expand and stand tall! All those eighteen-year-old girls, so innocent, such hard little pear tits, fuzzy pussies, the top of the slit still visible through the down, their thighs still boyishly firm, buttocks round and pert. They stood under the showers and let the water gush down over them to make their skin shine, and then they lathered themselves up to make their bodies even more sensual. 

I was dying in that closet. Feebly I pointed the microphone at various girls and recorded whatever they said, but not a word that came through the monitor registered with me. My free hand grappled with my zip. I let my cock out and it reared up in the air, jubilant, throbbing, dying for just a couple of strokes to bring it undone. All those small tits, they hardly moved when the girls bounced about! Dollops of foam covered parts of their bodies, water washed them all away, and it was like a strip show to see them covered in soap one second, and stark, shining naked the next. The instructor didn't go under the shower but stood nearby to keep a sharp eye on her charges. I wondered what was going through her mind at that moment. 

I was about to succumb to acute masturbation when another girl entered upon the scene. It was the little blonde! She had on her school uniform and she took no notice of the girls. Instead she went right up to the instructor and whispered something in her ear. Reflexively I pointed the microphone at them and turned the receiving volume up as high as it would go. But I may have been too late. The instructor shook her head and the blonde left. I became impatient to find out what had been said. It wouldn't have been too difficult to turn the tape back and find out, but under the circumstances it would have been too distracting. Those girls kept bringing the beast out in me; I couldn't help myself. 

They were frolicking under the showers, pushing each other and throwing hands full of water into each other's faces, and there was some wrestling here and there. The gym instructor told them to cut it out and for a moment they did. They washed themselves down and stood close together under the cascade of hot water, their pert little bottoms pointing directly at me, their hands rubbing their little breasts, faces turned up to the water. I felt like Frankenstein going through his metamorphosis! My fangs were growing along with my cock, I was covered in caveman hair, my nails turned to claws, foam dripped from my lips, my body became hunched, powerful, monstrous, and any second now I would jump from the closet with an unearthly scream and I would ravish the nearest virgin! God, I wanted to! They were turning off the showers now and toweling themselves down. I couldn't take it anymore! My hand closed around my cock, moved up, then down, and a gusher of hot sperm blew free, splashing up against the closet door. What a relief. I found that my body was drenched in sweat and that my breathing had a heart-attack quality. Only slowly, as the girls changed back into their uniforms and left the room, did my condition improve. At long last the instructor closed the door after them and I hurried out through the window before the next class could pin me down. 

Peggy and Vinnie weren't far from the gym and Vinnie was looking very pleased with himself. "I got the pictures, boss," he winked, patting his camera. "We figured that since the window was open we might as well do a little surveillance, right?" 

"I should have known." We sat down on a grassy knoll under a large shade tree and I wound the tape back just far enough to catch the blonde's words to the gym instructor. They were disappointing. "Was Lydia here this morning?" 

"Who's Lydia?" Peggy wondered. 

"Probably her friend," I said. "Let's interview some of the teachers, gang, we're bound to get a few straight answers from them." 

"I think if you find Lydia you'll be a long way toward the answer," said Peggy. "Furthermore, I don't think the teachers in this school know their ass from a hole in the ground. These little girls are organized, Joe." 

"How would you know!" I snapped. "Have you been reading my private eye's manual again or what?" 

"I'm a woman," she said simply, "and I know when a woman is a cunning rat whether she's nine or ninety. That little blonde is a cunning rat." 

"Then why don't we question her?" I submitted. 

"Oh Joe," she sighed, "sometimes I wonder why I do all your work for you. If you want to break a chain you look for the weakest link. You don't start pulling on the strongest!" 

I didn't bother to answer her. However, we did go to Miss Parsons' office to inquire after Lydia. The headmistress told us right away that Lydia had shared a room with Laurel for some time before the heiress' disappearance. I looked at Peggy and she looked at me. "And where can we find this young lady?" was my next question. 

"I believe she reported to the infirmary early this morning," said Miss Parsons. "By the way, Mr. McCanoczek, have you any information for me on my ... er ... little problem?" 

"None as yet but we're working on it," I assured her. We hurried off to the infirmary and found a nurse at the desk who told us that Lydia seemed to have nothing wrong with her but that nevertheless she had put her in one of the beds. No one else was sick. We closed the door behind us and carefully turned the key in the lock so that the nurse wouldn't disturb us. Then we tiptoed toward the girl lying all alone in the ward, sleeping. "Lydia?" I said. 

She jumped up in fright. Wild eyes stared at us and when she saw who we were she shot down under the blankets and told us to go away. "You might catch something!" she cried. "I think I have the measles!" 

"Nonsense," I said, pulling the covers off her. She had on a hospital nightie that was a little too short for her. Lydia was a very attractive girl, I decided, the instant her little ass showed from under the hem. She was deeply tanned all over and she was quite strong. At the same time she was very frightened. Green eyes peered up at me from a tousle of thick, red hair, and her tanned hands clutched at the bedclothes as though she was about to tunnel out of her situation. 

"Please, I can't tell you anything! All I know is that Laurel was here one day and gone the next!" 

"I think this lady is in need of some friendly persuasion," said Peggy. The girl shrank back when my black secretary perched on the edge of her bed but she couldn't go too far because I was on the other side of her and Vinnie was leering at her from the foot end of the bed. "Come now, baby, tell us what else you know. Relax, that's the girl, just take it easy, no one's going to hurt you." Peggy caressed her arm and shoulder slowly, speaking softly, the way one speaks to an alarmed horse. Lydia calmed down far enough for Peggy to shift into second gear. Her long black fingers stroked the girl's neck and moved over her shoulder toward the small breasts under the nightie. "Tell us everything you know and we'll promise to look after you. But if you don't ..." 

"What if I don't?" challenged Lydia. 

"If you don't we're going to torture you until you do tell us. We won't hurt you but we'll drive you crazy. Would you like us to do that?" Peggy's hand was squarely on the girl's left tit now, thumb and finger pinching at the nipple. Lydia looked down at that strange hand and she started to shiver. A small tear rolled down her cheek. "What's it to be, baby, do we have to titillate it out of you?" 

"You can't make me tell!" she exclaimed, but there was doubt in her voice. My hand took hold of her other tit and Vinnie pulled at her blanket slowly, teasingly. Lydia didn't know what to do. "I'll call for the nurse!" she cried. 

"Then you'll miss out on a lot of fun," I said in a quiet tone of voice. That shut her up. For a minute or so nothing was said. Peggy and I squeezed a tit each and Vinnie kept tugging the bedclothes off her inch by inch. Lydia was very tense. Under her tan she had gone pale. I wondered how a redhead like her could get such a tan. The answer came when Vinnie pulled the sheets down over her pussy. She was really a brunette. Peggy noticed it, too. 

"What did you dye your hair red for?" she asked. 

"No reason." 

"Was it because Laurel liked you better that way?" 

The girl kept her mouth shut. A stubborn expression came into her eyes. Peggy took the front of the nightie in her hand and with a sudden jerk tore it wide open. "If you don't talk, dear, we're going to be very disappointed in you," she hissed. Lydia was confused, but she just bit her lip and remained silent. 

I took the tatters and tore them all the way down, then tore them again into long strips. The naked girl looked helpless, but delighted, there on the hospital bed. Her hands vainly tried to cover her intimate parts, but she had three of them and only two hands. Small, pink-nippled tits delighted my eyes, that brush of brown hair invited closer inspection. Peggy stayed by her side and let a careless finger run along the girl's body. With Vinnie's help I tied Lydia's ankles to the bedposts. When we went to do the same to her wrists she snapped out of her passive state and began to play the game. "Don't, don't!" she cried, slashing at us with her small fists. "I'm not going to tell no matter what you do! Just leave me alone!" 

"I'm gonna make you hot-make you cum!" Peggy told the girl. Using her tongue, she traced a wet line across the girl's full lips, which opened wide! Lydia held still long enough for Vinnie and I to get her bonds in place, and when the last knot had been tied she was spread-eagled, naked, helpless, and in a state of arousal. "Now tell us all you know," said Peggy conversationally. She sat on the side of the bed and let her hand drift toward Lydia's clit. "Everything, you hear? Don't miss out a single detail." Silence. 

Vinnie retired to the foot of the bed and peered at Lydia's pussy with unabashed lechery. His cock was in hand once again and he stroked it slowly, reverently, coming in for close-ups now and then, but content with a medium view of her delicate little twat. I couldn't resist a closer look either. There was something utterly sexy about this woman, something distilled and subtle. Even though her shoulders were a little wider than usual for a girl her build, she was a woman from head to toe. Her breasts were full enough to stand out from her chest even when she was lying down, fulsome little pop-ups that made my lips itch for a taste. Her nipples, soft and flat like a top hat after it's been sat on, were high up, set back from the peaks as it were. Such softness, in such sharp contrast to the mean look in her green eyes and the dyed red hair tousled about her feline face. I ran my hand down over her tits and along the flat plain of her belly to the part between the two fins of her pelvic bones, where her pubic bone pushed up arrogantly. Her pubic hair felt dry and soft, such a young shrub, tentative, just sprouted, doing nothing to hide the contours of her flesh down there. And her pussy was again in contrast to those bone ridges; soft, full-fleshed lips pushed outward, enclosing the inner lips and her clitoris securely, but yielding easily to the touch. Those full furrows of flesh parted to let in one finger to sample the tender, ragged flesh underneath, only faintly moist. I drew it up until the tip contracted that familiar tuck under which her tiny clitoris lay in hiding. For a while I moved my fingertip about rapidly, titillating her at full speed, but that only made Lydia more uneasy. 

"Let me do it, Joe," said Peggy. "Move out of the way, Vinnie, how can I do my job with you hanging about? Go on, stand in the corner or something." As Lydia watched with suspicious eyes, the black woman eased herself down between the girl's legs and opened up her little twat with both thumbs. For a moment she remained frozen in that position, her tongue extended, holding the cunt open, her eyes shining with lust, and then, like a true connoisseur, she bent over Lydia's pussy and began to lick it with long, ice-cream eater's strokes. At once Lydia's eyes closed and she gnashed her teeth in an effort to withstand the barrage of stimuli, but I could tell she didn't stand a chance. 

To help my secretary I made for Lydia's tits. They tasted as delicious as they looked, smooth and firm, and they fitted nicely when I concentrated on one and opened my mouth wide. Her flesh ballooned inside when I sucked and I closed my teeth over it just enough to make her flesh chafe against the grinding surfaces. Lydia barely managed to stifle a moan. Was she excited? If nothing else, she could control her face. There was no way of telling whether we were making progress, so I just kept on sucking and biting at her tits, one after the other, savoring the fruits of youth. Her nipples were beginning to harden, I could definitely feel it! I let go of her tit and concentrated on the nearest one, taking it between my teeth and nibbling at it until it was as hard as a bullet. Success! 

Peggy was smacking her lips and slurping up fresh juices down there and Lydia's face was more relaxed now. Her eyes were slightly open and all I could see was the whites. That was a good sign. A little more. I squeezed both tits hard so that the nipples stood out all the more and let my tongue rotate about them. Her body began to tremble. "Okay, I said, wrenching myself away, "that's enough for now. Give me a cigarette, Peggy." 

Lydia's eyes shot open, shocked, outraged. "But-!" she said, then clammed up again. Sparks shot out of those green eyes. I gave Peggy a wink and the two of us had a cigarette while she twisted uncomfortably. She was a tough cookie, though. I had underestimated her. So, just to give her a push in the right direction, I eased my finger into her cunt and moved it back and forth without taking much overt interest in the process. Privately, though, the sensation of her cunt flesh closed around my finger sent my cock sky high! After a minute or so I didn't want to know about smoking. I stubbed it out and lay between her long, slender legs to send the finger right up her, and with passion. 

She liked that a lot. At this stage of excitement she'd given up trying to be angry. Her mouth was slack and her face was flushed, sweaty. Although her bonds held her in position she moved about as much as possible, throwing her body from side to side to give vent to some of the passions building up in her. I wanted to fuck her so badly that it hurt, but I kept sending my big finger into that yielding pink flesh, pushing hard so that her clitoris got a drubbing from the ball of my fist. Lydia loved it! Those stifled moans rose into open cries of joy and her cunt slurped and raspberried as her juices filled up her vaginal canal. Each time my finger emerged it looked oilier. Also it had more room to move about in. She was tight but relaxing, and when I added a finger to the intruder she hardly noticed it. Her cunt stretched to accommodate the extra flesh and droplets of juice hit me in the face when I pumped my digits into her. A tart fragrance enveloped me, filled me, and the urge to eat her and fuck her at the same time was tearing me apart. 

"That's enough Joe, let her go for a moment." Peggy had to drag me off her. I wanted to see if I could get three fingers up her. But I stood up and slowly licked my fingers while Peggy demanded the information. Lydia seemed out of it. Her eyes were closed and her head moved from side to side as though she was lost in a dream. Peggy snapped her out of it with a couple of quick slaps. "Now tell us what you know," she insisted. 

"Make love to me!" she moaned. 

"Not until you tell us. Then I'll let Joe loose on you. You know how big his cock is? Show her, Joe." I dropped my pants and a greedy expression came to Lydia's face. "It's all yours if you'll tell us what we want to know." Lydia made her choice. She shook her head and, though she kept looking at my erect cock, she said she would never tell. 

"They'd kill me if I did!" she said. "I want to help you, don't you understand, but they'd rip my tongue out!" 

"How would you like him to come in your face?" Peggy countered. She pointed at Vinnie, who came forward at once, cock in hand, eagerness in his eyes. Lydia pulled a face. "We'll protect you afterwards," Peggy went on, "but we have to know." Lydia refused to tell. "Okay, Vinnie, she's all yours." 

"While he's doing that," I whispered, "do you think you could take care of this hard-on for me?" 

"I would but it's our only ace right now," said Peggy. 

Vinnie stood by the side of the bed and masturbated mightily. His knob was pointed right at Lydia's face and the girl was doing everything to get away from it. For inspiration, the chauffeur grabbed her cunt and mauled it for a moment, then did the same to her tits. One hand beating his dick, the other in his mouth to suck off the cunt juice and sweat, he leered down at her and threatened to drown her in his sperm. She didn't know that Vinnie never had more than a few drops to spare, and so she expected the worst. I just wished he'd hurry up so we could get on with the next phase. 

"This is your last chance, honey," Peggy reminded her. Lydia shook her head violently and closed her eyes so she wouldn't see the load when it broke loose. Vinnie gave his cock a couple of swift tugs and there it came, thin drops of semen drooling out of his red-raw cock all over her face. Lydia giggled, unimpressed. "Aw fuck it!" Peggy said angrily. "I cart see we're going to have to get nasty with this girl. Stick your fist up her cunt, Joe, let's drop this nice stuff." 

"All right." I squatted down between her legs and pressed three bunched fingers into her cunt. Lydia became very aroused and I could feel the wetness of her soft, tender pussy walls begin to coat my fingers. She was hot-hotter than she knew-and I felt it was now time to make her cum! Carefully, I began a gentle in-and-out motion, using my three digits to finger fuck her. She moaned out loud and her cunt bucked against my hand. The little bitch was hot ...she wanted more! 

Since my hand was thoroughly coated with her juices, it was easy to slip still one more finger into her spasming hole. Her nipples were bright pink now with excitement and I had to admit, my cock was jumping and throbbing against my leg. It wanted to bury itself deep inside her hot little snatch! But our mission was to get vital information. I figured if I made her cum enough, she'd tell everything she knew! I was wrong! 

It didn't take me long to realize that she wanted still more, maybe my whole hand up inside her. The thought turned me on, I must admit, as I'd never fist fucked anyone before and didn't even know if it could really be done. But by the way that her cunt muscles kept sucking up my fingers, I knew she was the type to try anything once if it was sexual! I now inserted the last finger of my hand in easily. The look of pure lust on her face was a sight to see. Her pussy hole gaped wide open and my hand disappeared inside. It was tight, like a vise, in there but also very sexually stimulating. Wild! She started to fuck my hand and arm, crying out like a woman gone crazy. "More!" she screamed. "Give me more!" I didn't have anything else to give her! 

Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. She'd never seen anyone so hot before in a sexual ecstasy that went beyond anything I'd ever experienced. Clearly we were on the wrong track, but none of us could stop it. I worked my hand round and round, and still her cunt kept on opening up. Her labia had merged with her body or had gone into the hole, only a little bush of pubic hair served to remind me of her former shape. My fist moved to and fro ever so slightly, and it twisted about to loosen up her pussy even more. Then, without warning, it seemed to open right up and take a bite. All I saw sticking out of her body was my wrist. 

"Jesus Christ!" said Peggy. She had let go of Lydia and was gaping at the sight. "Unbelievable!" Involuntarily her hand went down to her own cunt, rubbing her labia, pinching her clitoris, and, after doing that for a while, she lay on the bed in such a position that she could look right at Lydia's distended cunt and jerk off at the same time. Vinnie was abusing himself desperately. And Lydia was in a state of shock. All I knew was that my hand was inside a vise of flesh and that her cunt had a grip on my wrist that was cutting off the circulation. But it was terrific just the same. Wet, firm flesh pressed down on me, I could move my fingers slightly, enough to explore the whole cavity, but what impressed me most was seeing my hand stuck up her cunt. At last I recalled what the nature of our mission was. Peggy and Vinnie were coming in their own ways, and my cock felt like a hot poker. Slowly, carefully, I pulled back on my fist, and once again her cunt opened wide to let my hand past the barriers. 

Lydia was moaning softly. Trickles of juice formed at the lower section of her cunt hole. Her breasts were heaving and I got the impression that was lost in an orgasm the size of an ocean. We had not only failed to get any information from her, we had even failed to put pressure on her. On top of that I was getting immensely frustrated and there really was no point in fucking this girl now that her pussy was the size of the Kimberley Hole. 

We had a cigarette while Lydia recuperated. Peggy saw how depressed I was so she put her cigarette in the ashtray and lay her head in my lap, face down. My cock responded at once to her full lips closing about it. Her warm spit flowed about my sorely tried knob and soothed it, her tongue spiraled about my stem and drained it of tension, and when she started to bob her head up and down I felt only lust. Fuck the case, I thought, life's not about making collars and big bucks, it's all about getting laid and having pretty girls blow you now and then. Peggy was a mistress of the art without trying. In minutes she had converted that ache in my cock into sheer pleasure. Her lips dragged up and down along the stalk, masturbating me orally, and all I could do was lie back and love it. 

She took me up to the point at which it became a matter of urgency to get off. To the end I sat up and took her head between my hands. She knew the routine. Her mouth and throat relaxed as I started to fuck her face with long strokes, but only enough to let me push it down her throat. She still maintained enough fleshy pressure on me to make it feel like I was fucking a friendly and familiar pussy. Slowly, savoring every beat, I pushed my cock deep into her mouth, sighing, feeling hot and tingly all over, and at last my balls got the signal. A flood of sperm, accumulated during hours of frustration, now rolled out of my dick and filled Peggy's mouth to bursting. She coughed, spluttered, but bravely managed to swallow most of what I fed her. With every strong ejaculation I felt a little better, and when the last drop had rolled down her throat I was a new man. 

"Remind me to give you a raise," I said, pulling my pants back on. Peggy just shrugged and went- over to Lydia again. 

"I was just thinking," she told the girl, "that your parents would be very interested in seeing what you do at school. Hey, Vinnie, get one of the cameras. You're going to take pictures of me eating this lovely little chick out. Let's see how mother and father like that, huh?" 

"Oh Jesus, no!" Lydia was really scared now. "No, anything but that. I'll tell you the name of a girl who's got the whole story. I mean, I'm not in the club but she is." 

"What is this club?" I asked. 

"Oh, just a figure of speech. This girl is on the 'in', you know. If I give you her name will you let me go?" 

"As long as you understand we can take you in again at any time," Peggy said threateningly. 

"Yeah, I know it. See Maree Laverne, she'll help you." 

CHAPTER FOUR 

Maree Laverne was a dark-eyed Mediterranean beauty whose ripe figure made her look older than her eighteen years. She had an oval face and large brown eyes, her lips were a red cupid's bow, and her nose was small and straight. Thick, rich curls cascaded down over her shoulders and just reached her collar bones, which is where her breasts began. Even in her school uniform, designed to be asexual, she excited me. Those full pouting breasts pushed up and out, and when she talked she always made sure they were pointed at the person she addressed. A major distraction. But her eyes were very captivating, too. Big and dark, mellow, they could flash suddenly with a raunchy sensuality, and when that happened my cock went up as if it was a flick knife. 

It was late afternoon when I found her. Vinnie and Peggy were doing the interviews with teachers. By means of close questioning I had discovered that Maree liked to take walks by the lake all by herself. And after a long traipse through the woods, that's where I found her. She didn't seem surprised to see me and she was quite cordial during the preliminary bout. As soon as I got down to brass tacks, however, she closed down. 

"Why do you think I know anything about this?" she asked after fending off my questions for about five minutes. "There are hundreds of girls in this school and most of them knew Laurel better than I did. Go ask them." 

"Your name was mentioned," I said. 

"Whoever it was, I'll get her ass for this," she said darkly, her big eyes stared moodily over the placid lake while her hands automatically tucked her dress under her thighs. Now and then the wind blew it out of the way to reveal milky thighs to my sex-starved eyes. When I offered her a cigarette she accepted it without a word. It was very peaceful by the edge of the lake. The day was warm and still, just hot air sandwiched between a blue sky and the earth. During the silence I heard the snap of a twig somewhere in the woods. When I turned around I saw a girl coming at us through the trees. It was Lydia. 

"Oh, thank goodness I found you!" she panted when she saw Maree beside me. "I'm sorry, Maree, I had to tell them something!" She snickered, and asked in a low voice, "Will you ever forgive me?" 

"Why me?" said Maree. For a moment she reminded me of the godfather. 

"Because ... well, let's not talk about it," said Lydia. "Anyone feel like going for a swim?" 

"Why shouldn't we talk about it?" I said. But then I did the quickstep. "Yeah, I feel like a swim." 

"Yeah, why not," Maree said. She gave Lydia a dirty look and started to take off her clothes. "The girls in this college are nothing but big mouths anyway. But don't get your hopes up, mister, you're not getting anything out of me. In my family there's nothing worse than a snitch." 

"Well, we'll talk about it later," I said airily. Maree had taken off her dress and tie, and was unbuttoning her blouse. I felt as if I was at the unveiling of a masterpiece. Bit by bit her beautiful, creamy white tits were revealed until her bra took over. She hung the shirt on a bush and reached behind her to take the garment off. I couldn't breathe. In my excitement I'd forgotten about getting undressed. I just stood there with my hands by my side, tongue hanging out, waiting. The bra came off and out came a pair of tits that belonged in the Smithsonian. Big and perfectly round, with brownish pink nipples pushing dead ahead, her tits stuck out from her collar bones and arched sensually back to her chest, at which point her stomach curved out and back into snuggle in between her thighs. She was just a little overweight, just enough to have the air of an earth mama. A thicket of dark hair covered her pussy, and when she walked away from me toward the lake I saw a tuft of hair sticking out from the backs of her thighs. And what an ass she had! Two hams that were firm enough to keep their rounded shapes without spilling out of her thighs. When one went up the other went down and relaxed briefly before taking its turn, a beautiful motion that made my knees weak just to look at it. I hardly took any notice of Lydia, even though she was also naked and lovely. She had been seen. Maree was the novelty. And on top of that she had an ass that a man could hang on to during a wild fuck! 

The girls struck out for the far side of the lake, and I quickly took off my clothes to dive in after them. While they were still out of earshot the girls talked about something, but as soon as I came too close they shut up and swam on. The other side of the lake was a long way away and my condition wasn't so hot. The only thing that kept me going, or rather the only things, were those two white asses ahead of me. I didn't know what their game was but I was willing to go to any lengths to find out. 

Just as I thought I'd die we reached the shore, and the girls stumbled out of the water to fall to the grass and lie there, panting heavily. I joined them. For the time being sex wasn't on my mind. I wanted only to recover. 

"Hey ... what's your name?" Maree said suddenly. 

"Joe McCanoczek," I said tiredly. 

"Hey Joe, how about you drop this case? I can assure you that Laurel is in no danger. Your presence in the school is her only problem, as a matter of fact." 

"I'd like to see her with my own eyes," I said tersely. "How do I know you're not lying to me?" 

"That's out of the question," Maree said. "Either you take my word for it or you forget it and we'll get rid of you some other way." 

"Who's we?" said I. "You and the entire Red Army? Come on, girly, make sense." I sat up and glared at her, only to find that Maree had arranged herself in a most seductive pose. One leg lay flush with the ground, the other was drawn up and at an angle to her torso, so that her pussy became the center of interest no matter which way you looked at her. The pubic area was still wet from swimming and her dense bush lay slicked back against her flesh so that the form of her generously proportioned cunt made an immediate impression on me. Above that were her tits, proud, pushy, the nipples literally daring me to come closer. I wanted to, desperately, but first I wanted to know what her game was. 

"Just me and Lydia, honey," she said softly. A smile graced her lovely features now, making her eyes so mellow that they melted me in a second. "Why should we talk about dreary things when there are just the three of us here, all alone?" 

"When it comes to a choice between business and pleasure," I said, crawling toward her, "I pick pleasure every time." I lay down beside her and invited her to sit on my face. Maree looked shocked for a moment, then pulled herself together, and with a deep blush she straddled my face. Lydia, less of a stranger to me, took the initiative by taking my cock in hand and looking at it very closely as if she wanted to smell it out before she got too familiar with it. I hoped for the best, but Maree's cunt dominated my mind. It was a fat little thing, swollen and firm, opening easily to give me a generous view of her tight, pink cunt hole. She looked down at me, her hands hanging by her side uneasily because she didn't know what to do with them. Her eyes were watching me closely, suspiciously, and she was stiff all over. Since she didn't know what to expect I took my time getting down on her. For the first phase I contented myself by looking up into her slit and running the palms of my hands lightly over her fulsome cheeks. 

Lydia took my knob into her mouth and gripped at my stalk with tight lips to draw my cock back, stretching it, then opening up wider and going right down over it. I was only half hard and she was able to take me inside without any discomfort. But it felt so lovely to feel her lips around the hilt that blood poured in by the gallon and expanded my tool until she gagged on it. Now I was too excited to continue my game. I had to have a taste of this ripe little girl! 

Maree shuddered as my tongue ran along the pink valley of her cunt. I did my best not to shock her too much, but it was hard to hold back. She tasted so fresh, womanly, and yet immature. Even though she was still worrying about whether she ought to sit on men's faces or not, her juices oozed out with ill-modulated passion: the upper half of her was girl, the lower half woman. I ate the woman while the girl made up her mind. Eventually her cunt made her mind up for her. 

Suddenly Maree was wet and restless, her pussy pressed down over my mouth harder to get more tongue impact. Her hips shuddered with an unearthly rhythm so that it was hard for me to get my tongue to the right places. But it seemed that any part of her cunt was a good part and so I licked with abandon, slobbering all the way up and all the way down, tasting her and kissing her, sucking more juice out of her hole and drinking it down in deep drafts. Far away, in another dimension, Lydia was sucking my cock. It was background music to a great drama. Maree's pussy soared above the average cunt in wetness, form, and just sheer edibility. Somehow it and my mouth meshed, making it compulsory for me to eat and eat and eat until my jaws ached and my face was covered in the nectar of her best part. 

I pushed her back and toyed with her dark pubic hairs, ran my fingers along the open lips and tickled her clitoris. Maree had her eyes tightly shut and her beautiful big tits heaved stormily as she tried to stay abreast of the action. But she couldn't hold out. The moment I brought my mouth back against her cunt she started to squeal at a very high pitch, wounded bird cries that rose higher and higher until they were soundless. And then, with that same adolescent lack of temperance, she let out a long scream and fell backward, her arms and legs flailing out of control. Poor Lydia had to dodge her quickly or she might have damaged my cock. The redhead quickly pushed her friend out of the way and resumed sucking, though. She had acquired a taste for it. 

While Maree rested I managed to get a finger into her snatch and that kept her on the burner till she was ready for the real thing. Lydia did the same for me. I waited for as long as I could but then it was a matter of being ready or not, here I come. I pushed Maree over on her back and mounted her. At once her hand reached down and guided my wet cock into her wet pussy. It eased into her without the slightest resistance. She was tight but so well lubricated that I was almost sucked into her. Lydia was quick to adapt She lay beside Maree, her ass alongside the girl's head, so I could reach her brunette pussy with my tongue. I noticed that her cunt hole had shrunk back to its girlish proportions-a brief observation because, a split second later, I had my face buried in her muff and was eating for dear life. 

How sweet it was! My cock rode in and out of Maree's perfect cunt, my hands mauled those big, plump tits, and my tongue dove in and out of Lydia's tasty pussy. I had to grit my teeth to stop from blowing right away, and not long into the fuck I had to stop altogether to give my balls a chance to settle down. But even stationery it felt wild! It was as though her cunt had magic powers. Small twitches and contractions rippled about the hard flesh of my cock, soft pressure, warm wetness, and the feel of those resilient big tits squeezing through my fingers, all left me hovering on the brink for a moment. But then I recovered myself, and with long, easy strokes I began to fuck and suck again. 

They were both moaning and groaning, bringing their pussies in closer for larger doses of cock and tongue. Maree reached back and took hold of one of Lydia's tits, rolling the nipple between two fingers expertly. Lydia ran her fingers through the rich curls on Maree's head. But then I started to fuck in earnest, and the girls soon forgot about everything else. I brought Maree's legs up so that the backs of her legs were hard against my shoulders. This opened her cunt up so wide that I barely felt her pussy flesh when I entered, and it gave me a springboard from which to dive into her cunt even more deeply. Lydia had to change her position to fit in with this. She got up and turned her ass toward me, then bent over and rested with both hands on the ground in the leapfrog position. Her lean buns were parted before me and with every lick of my tongue I gave her a rim job as well. But that was a secondary activity. I was putting most of my strength into battering Maree's pussy with my indefatigable cock. 

How good it felt to be banging it into her. I saw her full tits bob and ripple with every stroke, saw her bite her bottom lip in the agony of ecstasy, felt her nipples turn hard and stay that way, and then all those lovely little cries of passion started up again, music to my ears. Her cunt joined in with wet sounds and sudden farts, egging me on, driving my cock in from different angles, coming in from up high to chafe against her clitoris. Now her fists were beating on the grass beside her, her body rollicked uncontrollably, those cries of passion were getting higher again, harder, harder, shoving it up her, bayoneting her, totally manipulating this little cunt while her friend was getting the tongue-lashing of her life! 

Maree reached a crescendo. Her body went rigid and shook as though she had the bends. Harsh cries, low grunts, echoed through the woods. And then she went limp, sighing away into a lump of flaccid flesh, into a euphoric coma. At once I pulled my cock out, grabbed Lydia in a half Nelson and put it to her. Fucking her, I walked her over to a tree and made her support herself against it. Then I grabbed hold of her boyish buns, pulled my cock right out of her, and slugged it into her like a haymaker. Lydia let out a yell and almost lost her balance. She straightened up just in time to receive the next blow, and then we were off and running. Her back shook and swayed, her hands clutched at the tree trunk and her knees kept on buckling, but somehow she stayed in the line of fire. My cock reamed in and out of her at full speed, bumping against the entrance to her womb, then withdrawing and barging up her once more. She couldn't take it. A cry of ecstasy came from her lips and then she fell to the ground like she had been de-boned. 

I surveyed the two girls with pride and then stood over Maree, jerking off slowly. She looked up at me with glassy eyes, nothing registered. When I was close to coming I kneeled down over her and pushed my cock between her lips. My closed fist kept pumping at my dick until the sperm rushed along the stalk and spilled out into her mouth. Maree just swallowed it all as best she could but I wasn't sure if she was with it. I drained myself into her mouth before giving up. Her throat muscles gulped every last drop of my jizz as she swallowed again and again! She liked the taste! 

When they regained their senses they treated me quite differently. Now I was a man, not just an intruder from another planet. Maree didn't have to be pressed for information now. She volunteered it. "I'll take you to where she is," she said after we had swum back to the other shore. "You'll have to drive me to my place, though, and that's in San Francisco." 

"That's no trouble." 

"And you have to keep it a secret. If any of the girls find out that I'm taking you there they'll kill me." 

"Why should it matter to them?" 

"Why?" Maree seemed nonplussed for a moment. 

"Because nobody liked her," said Lydia quickly. "She was a very unpopular girl, Joe, and so when Maree's father ... well, anyway, nobody here wants her back." 

I looked from one to the other, more confused than ever. Maree assured me there was nothing to worry about it. I left it at that. The girls were cooperating, no point trying to stretch my luck. Only when I got back to the school I found a message to call Mrs. Van de Kut at once. And when I did she informed me that the ransom note had arrived. 

"They want a quarter of a million dollars, Joe," said the dowager. "That's an awful lot of money. I want you to get to the bottom of this as soon as possible, or else I shall have to pay." 

"I'm following up a major clue at this moment, Mrs. Van," I told her. "By tomorrow I should have good news for you." 

"It'll be a great favor to us both," she replied. "If this ransom stays in my bank I will transfer a goodly portion of it to your bank." 

Incentive piled on top of incentive. "Okay, I have to go to San Francisco for a day or so," I told my staff, "and while I'm away I want you to get documentary evidence of widespread masturbation for Miss Parsons, and if you hear anything good pass it on to me. For the rest I know you'll keep yourself amused." Vinnie thanked me from the bottom of his heart and Peggy winked at a girl standing not far from her. She'd been making friends. 

Maree and I went to Miss Parsons' office and told her that we'd be back soon. The headmistress asked no questions, offered no objections, she wished us godspeed and that was that. Something was wrong somewhere. My old private eye's bones gave me the message. Everything was moving too slickly, everyone was too agreeable all of a sudden. But then I couldn't see why Maree would lie to me. 

She put her bag in the back of the car and joined me on the front seat. A few of the girls waved goodbye to her as we drove through the grounds, among them the little blonde. "Who is that girl?" I asked Maree. "Everywhere I go I see her." 

"Oh, her, she's just a nosey bitch, that's all," Maree shrugged. She was out of uniform now and had on a low-cut top and tight jeans, a bit of make-up and high platform shoes, which, instead of making her look older as she'd intended, made her look like a pretentious twelve-year old. I loved it! As we drove I kept taking peeks at the phenomenal bosom, the crotch of her jeans, and false eyelashes, everything about her was erotic, desirable, and wanton. She sat close to me and her hand rested casually on my upper thigh. When we reached the freeway and the car needed only the minimum of attention from me, her hand moved a little higher until it had a firm grasp on my cock. 

"Careful now," I warned her. "If you lead me astray this car will follow." 

"I'm just being friendly," she said, snuggling up to me and caressing my cock openly. "Do you want me to sit on my side?" 

"Oh no, it's all right, you can stay where you are." My cock responded wholeheartedly to the stroking of that childish hand. Hard and thick, it caused a heavy ridge in my lap, and Maree's fingers kept on tracing the outline of it, teasing me, driving me bananas! I kept the speed down to about fifty and stayed in the right hand lane. Let the other cars zoom off into the distance, I was in no hurry. Maree undid the zip and groped about inside my pants until she came upon my cock. I lifted my cheeks and made it easy for her to take it out. At the same time I shifted toward her and rested my right foot on her side of the floor. Maree knew how to take a hint. Now that my cock was up and accessible, she leaned over it and stroked it with both hands, while her hair brushed over my glands. Her mouth was close, closer, her hot breath flowed past my sensitive skin, but she held back for excruciating seconds. Suddenly I wanted nothing more from life than to be blown! If only she would get down to it! 

I reached out with my right arm and held her close to me, at the same time applying downward pressure so that she would have to suck my dick. Mischievously she held her head up. The car was on a sort of automatic pilot. One hand remained on the steering wheel, my eyes vaguely took in the long road ahead, but the rest of my being was concentrating on the mouth hovering over my cock. "Come on, baby, give it to me," I said pleadingly. Still no response. Her fingers closed around my dick and began to rub it up, her hot breath stimulated me, but that warm wet mouth remained out of reach. 

In the end she looked up at me with her mellow brown eyes and said: "I'm sorry, Joe, it just doesn't seem right in a car. I'd love to do it to you ... but I can't!" 

"What do you mean?" I said irritably. "Are you afraid someone will see you? So what if they do? They'll never see you again." 

"It's not that." She buried my cock and zipped me up, then sat with her back against the other door and chewed on her nails. Her legs were wide apart and it seemed as though that subtle bulge was cocked up at me. I moved about uncomfortably in an attempt to get my cock in a more suitable position and thought how nice it would be to fuck her with abandon. She had a point, cars were not the place for heavy sex. There was only one thing for it. 

"How about we pull over at a rest stop and go behind the bushes?" 

"Outdoors?" She looked at me as if I was crazy. "No, Joe, I'm sorry. That may be normal to you but I'm not that worldly." 

"You want to check into a motel then?" 

"Oh, could we! Yes, that'd be wonderful!" She lunged at me and wrapped her arms about my neck to give me a big kiss. It was getting dark and the big neon signs along the freeway were already on, blinking, multicolored, and enticing. 

"We'll have to register as father and daughter," I told her. "And you're going to have to take off those eyelashes and make-up. Look innocent at least until we get into our own room. Another thing, could you wear something over that top? Those tits make you look like Lolita." 

"Afraid they'll suspect something?" she smirked. 

"Terrified." I could see it now, Joe 'jailbait' McCanoczek goes to trial. That crime got the biggest sentences because the judges were mad with jealousy. They wanted teenage pussy and if they couldn't have it, the guy who got it would pay dearly for it. I'd been in the business for a long time, I'd seen men go up for trial a hundred times, and after a while you get to realize that the symbol for justice shouldn't be a blindfolded woman holding balances; it should be a crotchety old man suffering from a war injury, standing on top of steeples with both thumbs turned down. So I took care to see that Maree followed my instructions. By the time we reached the lobby she looked like my daughter. Both of us were swarthy and good looking, and now that she had her platforms off and her flatties on she was able to hold my hand and still resemble a forlorn child. The person behind the counter didn't even raise an eyebrow when I asked for a room with two beds. 

"Isn't this marvelous!" she said when the door had been locked behind us. "Look, color TV and everything! I'm going to take a bath first, Joe, I'm still dirty from that swim in the lake." 

"I'll have one with you," I said quickly. My whole body throbbed like an aroused cock. Alone at last! It was a heady sensation to be close to Maree, to watch her undress, and to know there wasn't the slightest chance of anyone's discovering us. She was mine to do with as I pleased. She removed her clothes quickly but I wasn't far behind. 

"You have to stay here for a moment," she said seriously. "I have to pee first." 

"So do I. I'll tell you what, why don't we pee together?" 

"That's disgusting!" she said, wrinkling her nose. 

"Come on, let's see what it's like." I pushed her into the bathroom, a shiny affair of white tiles and long mirrors. No matter where we stood we could catch our reflections. In her bare feet she barely reached five feet, to my six, and for a moment there I thought of myself as her father. But then her big ripe tits hove into view and my tingling balls told a different story. "Get into the tub," I said, "and stand up in front of me. 

"I usually sit down." 

"Stop being a baby. Go ahead, get in the tub with me." We faced each other and there was a long pause. I had fight down an erection before a drop of piss would pass through, and she had to sort out psychological problems before she could accept the situation she found herself in. But a twisted spurt of piss arched through the air and landed at her feet, and right away there was a change in her behavior. 

"Wow!" she said, looking at my quarter-hard cock in awe. "That must be great to piss like that. Look at me, I can do it too!" And with a squeal she reached down to her furry pussy and parted her lips with two fingers, forcing her thumbs behind the skin flaps so that her inner cunt bulged out. A moment later a thin, golden stream of piss leapt out at me and ran down my leg, warm piss that brought shivers to my body. The last of her shyness disappeared. She moved forward, legs wide apart, her pussy inside out, aiming her trickle of piss at me so that it splashed against my inner thigh and mine hit her squarely in the navel and poured down into her pubic hair and over her. cunt. For the first time in my life I wanted to piss forever! The thrill was subtle, elusive, but strong for all that, feeling the warm piss from her body and seeing mine drip through that most coveted part of hers ... but soon, all too soon, our bladders were empty and the thrill faded. 

Maree switched on the taps and rinsed the piss out of the tub before putting in the plug and filling it halfway with hot water. We sat down then and helped each other to lather up. The golden shower had been the entree. Now we restrained ourselves only because we knew we had all the time in the world, all the conveniences, and on top of that we wanted to tease ourselves into a higher state of lust. It wasn't easy, though, especially when she soaped up her big tits routinely, just as she'd been doing for years. The sensual sheen of her flesh, the blobs of soap suspended from her nipples, watching her wash her face like a little girl, all that made my cock stick out of the water like a buoy. When she wanted her back washed she turned her back to me and got down on all fours so I could do her ass too. This was where the teasing almost got out of control. I lodged my cock vertically against the split of her big buns and wiped her back down with a washcloth, moving my dick as the cloth moved. She started to push back into me, daring me to go further, to take her from behind. By the time I'd lathered down to the small of her back my knob was awfully close to her asshole, and the temptation was balanced only by the certainty that she wouldn't welcome a cock up that particular orifice. No, hold on a bit longer, I told myself. I wanted to fuck her up the ass but to do it I would have to choose the right time. 

So I backed off and washed her ass very carefully, shoving the washcloth up her anus with one finger and evoking squeals from the girl. There was much that I could teach her about sex and I planned to give her a crash course. Already she'd discovered that a finger up the ass can be fun. In the bedroom I would show her that quantity in that department was quality. When she did my back there was no reticence, although she did run the tip of her finger curiously over my sphincter muscles. I groaned to tell her how good that felt, but she withdrew it quickly and turned her attention to my balls. 

After rinsing each part of our bodies very carefully we got out of the tub and dried ourselves down in front of the big mirrors. "Do you really think they believe I'm your daughter?" Maree asked. 

"It doesn't really make any difference. Even if we had produced birth certificates and photographic evidence, they'd think I was screwing you by now. You're irresistible, that's the point." 

"Oh, that's nice of you to say," she said. We were clean, dry, and ready except for our hair. Maree had a blow dryer in her case and we sat on the bed with it. She did mine and then her own, and when that was done she said with an impish smile: "You know what I do with this machine sometimes? I get off with it. No, don't laugh, it's true. Only don't tell anyone. Look, I'll show you." She directed the stream of warm air to her tits and turned the thing on full blast A high-pitched whine accompanied the blast of air and I could imagine what the people in the next room were thinking: vibrator! Well, they weren't far wrong. The stream of warm air made her nipples stand up and already she was less occupied with showing me than doing it to herself. Now the stream moved downward, her legs opened wide, her free hand parted the labia, and now the hot air blasted away at her clitoris without obstruction. I could only sit by and watch with envy. Women had so many ingenious ways of jerking off whereas, men were more or less confined to the old fist. There she went, going limp, moaning slightly, her hips bucking erratically, until suddenly she snapped taut like a drawn rope, and then relaxed completely. 

"Isn't that awful of me?" she laughed when she turned the machine off. "It's dangerous, too, I could get a shock from it or something. But it's so nice that I can't resist it." 

"Come here," was all I said. Her pussy was still hot from the dryer, but hardly dry. Trickles of whitish ooze appeared as soon as I opened her up, and my tongue quickly flicked left and right to get it all. Maree lay back, her head high on a mound of pillows, her hands idly caressing the tips of her tits. She knew how to luxuriate, that girl. Her legs were drawn up wide apart and her eyes were half closed, there was nothing she had to do but to let me eat her. And as I burrowed into that teenage cunt and drank her ample juices and nibbled her clitoris and did all the other things women are fond of, she drifted away into a voluptuous doze, moaning softly, pinching her nipples. The most effortful thing she did was to lift both her tits up to her lips and kiss the nipples. But that exhausted her. She reclined once more and let me push her into dreamland. 

What a cunt! It felt meaty in my mouth, plump as a pheasant, and the fluids drooling from it were like a side dish of olives. The tart fragrance of her cunt had to be breathed right in to be savored, the way one does with a good cigarette. And the silken texture of her inner thighs, with those little chicken bones at either side of her cunt, kept my hands abuzz with sensual experiences. For most of the time I was too intent on eating her to give my eyes a chance. All they saw was dark pubic hair. But now and then I drew back to check on her condition and to take in the fleshy vista of her pussy while it was so wide open and gloriously wet. It was, I discovered, the best angle to view Maree from. When she was dressed she was just attractive and busty, a self-assured school girl who would soon be a ball buster of the first order with dozens of rejected lovers bobbing in her wake. But from here the first thing one saw was her was her cunt, the slash of womanhood, an eternal reminder that her center of gravity lay not in her looks, her mind, or her tits, but right between her legs. Her cunt was the sun, and every other part of her merely revolved about it, no matter how hard she might pretend to be something other than mortal. And this little shrine would see many worshippers, all of whom would be pre-dated by me! That gave me grim satisfaction. This cunt that secreted its nectar into my mouth now would entertain all kinds of men in the future, but none of them would know how it had once been. The eighteen-year-old mystique. They would fantasize but I would know, and there would be moments when her peculiar taste would repeat on me, or her perfume would be revived by another. Yes, I had arrived. 

Another bite, another nibble, licking her clitoris with strong pressure, sucking her juices out noisily, nudging her cunt with my nose while my tongue flicked at her asshole-did she like it? It was hard to tell. I eased my hands up under her buns and lifted her up to get a better shot at her puckered little hole. Now the tip of my tongue pressed down on her anus directly, and her only response was to part her legs a bit further. Thus encouraged, I parted her cheeks with both hands and pushed my tongue deeper up that musky, nervously tight orifice, dipping it in and out like a little wet cock. "Oooooohhhh Jeeeeesus!" I heard her moan. My nose pushed hard against her cunt and my jaws ached with the effort of keeping my tongue extended, but nothing could stop me. I tongue-fucked her until I was sure she recognized her asshole as being an erogenous zone. And to make doubly sure I had her roll over on her belly. Then, holding her ass wide open, I lay face down on her and licked her split until she was writhing in ecstasy. So was I. Her ass exercised a strong fascination over me. Those bulbous, firm cheeks were utterly squeezable, and her asshole was unbelievably soft to the touch. Each time my tongue dug into her tight tunnel it was like entering a pit of wet silk, and then to feel her delicate tremors, and to hear her small cries of astonishment and bliss, was like a bonus on top of a bonus. I made love to her in that fashion until I really couldn't keep my mouth open another second. 

"Get on top," I told her. Moving in a trance the girl came over to me and squatted over my erect cock. I held it in place as she eased her cunt hole over it. She was wet and wide open, there was no difficulty in getting to the bottom of her, and once we were connected she lay down on top of me. My hands were on her relaxed buns, feeling the deep quivers that ran through the mounds of flesh each time she pushed down on me. One finger held my cock in place in case she moved too impetuously. And another finger idly traced the perimeter of her asshole, innocuously, absently, not intending anything; until she was sufficiently distracted. Then that finger quickly pushed past the elastic barriers and lodged itself securely inside her ass. 

Maree didn't mind. Perhaps she didn't notice. She had her arms wrapped about my neck and was kissing my face languidly while she undulated her body to send my cock in and out of her squelching pussy with a steady rhythm. I kept my finger in the one place so that her every movement caused her asshole to stretch against it. Without her knowing it, I was loosening her muscles, opening her up for my own evil purposes. Cunt fucking was pleasant, my favorite, but the time was right for a more piquant treat. And if I did it right she would love it. 

"Oh Joe!" she moaned, twisting about on top of me. "I'm going to come, Joe. Hold me tight, it feels so weird. Oh dear ... oh my God, what's happening down there-Joe! HOLD ME, OOOHHH NOOOOO, OH-OH-OH YEEESSSSSSSS, FUCK ME NOW, HARD, HARD, YESSSSS, GIVE IT TO ME, OH YES, THAT'S IT, I'M COMING, I'M AAAAAAAAAAaaaahhhhhh ..." A frantic gallop brought her undone all over me. Sweat welded our bodies together, her cunt juices were slopping about all over the place, and my finger was scooping it up to smear it into her asshole. "Oh Joe, that was beautiful!" she sighed. "But am I making it good for you?" 

"Just relax," I said soothingly. "Go on, get off me for a while, take a break, that's it, lie on your belly. Now don't move. This may hurt very briefly but then you'll love it." She was too far gone to take heed of my words. I grabbed a couple of pillows and stuffed them under her belly so that her ass was high up. Her ass looked succulent from that angle, and when I parted her cheeks once more she let out a sigh of pleasure and rested her face on her arms as though she was going to nod out. I pushed my knob at her asshole and let it rest there for a moment. Maree took no notice. Another push. Her sphincters gave way a little to form a shallow cavity. I stuck my cock into her pussy again for a lube job, and when I tried her asshole again my glands slipped inside easily. 

"What are you doing?" she said, startled by this fat intrusion. "Oh Joe, you're not ... no, you wouldn't!" 

"Do as I say now, baby, relax," I said sharply. At this point I wanted no interruptions. Her asshole had a tight knell on my cock, erotic friction galore. The tough resistance of her anal canal was being countered by the secret fluids of her back door, my cock inched up her smoothly, yet she complained bitterly about the pain. "Please don't do this to me," she said. "It hurts too much, O CHRIST, TAKE IT OUT! JOE, CAN YOU HEAR ME, TAKE THAT FUCKING THING OUTTA MY ASS!" 

"Not a chance," I muttered. My cock was halfway up her now. Both my hands kept her shoulders pinned down, my cock impaled her, and all she could do was curse and toss her head from side to side. That subsided slowly. The deeper my cock dug into her delicious ass, the softer her voice became. "Take it out now, Joe ... don't hurt me, oh dear ... ooohh my! It hurts ... be gentle, oh yes, that's the way, softly, softly, that's so nice, yes, yes, in and out, harder now Joe, do it to me!" She had passed the critical stage. Now her asshole had adjusted to my shape and it was ready for the pounding that it merited. 

I drew my cock back until only her sphincters had a grip on it, then pushed it right up her ass. She grabbed hold of a pillow and buried her face in it, sobbing with ecstasy and fresh pains, but now there was no question of her wanting it. I slowed down the pace of my fucking to relish her flesh more thoroughly. The silken sheath slithered along my cock lovingly, firmly, and made it feel bigger and more potent than ever. Maree raised her ass and got on her knees, lascivious now that she knew what to expect. I clutched at her fleshy cheeks and leaned back as I dug my cock into her distended asshole. Everything seemed to be in a red fog for me. I was only barely conscious of where we were or who I was fucking. Now it was all for my cock's sake. The thrilling sensations, the slight, slippery resistance of her asshole, the slap of her ass against my belly, it all fed back into my loins, swelling my balls and draining my head of blood for emergency penile supplies. Harder, faster, sending my cock plummeting into her ass, banging my belly into her cheeks, gripping her flesh with such force that large white patches grew around my fingertips. Maree was moaning ecstatically. Her face rested on the mattress and her arms were stretched out before her so that she could grip the bed board. In that position I could penetrate her to the hilt and she could hold herself in place without distracting herself from whatever was happening behind her pussy. 

I reached down and squeezed that wet, hairy little ball of flesh, then poked about until my index finger slipped inside her drooling hole. There I could feel my cock entering her body, pushing hard against the thin membrane separating her orifices. I hunched over her, shoving more of my finger into her cunt, the other hand grabbing for a tit and squeezing it hard. She let out a yell that turned into a cry of triumph. New orgasms were rising inside her. She shuddered, gibbered, frothed at the mouth, and her head tossed from side to side as if she couldn't give vent to all of the passion that was in her. All I could do was to keep my cock moving steadily in and out of her asshole, and to add another finger to the one already in her cunt. Somehow I managed to coordinate this double fuck, drawing my fingers out when my cock barged in and vice versa, hut it really didn't matter. Maree was way ahead of me, crying, squealing, laughing, and sobbing all at once. 

Once more I subdued a rising orgasm, but it would be for the last time. I wanted just a little bit more of her, I wanted to be a little crazier when I did come. My cock moved back out of her asshole until only the glands rested inside her. Then, with short, shallow jabs, I fucked her with the thickest inch of my cock and left the rest to her imagination. She almost went crazy with desire, frantic to have that empty space filled with hard, throbbing meat, and the more she tried to screw herself with my dick, the more I dodged her. The result was a climax that sounded terminal. 

"You're the greatest, Joe," she said when she'd picked herself up out of the fit of orgasms. "I haven't had many men but nobody could make me feel any better. I wouldn't want to feel any better or I'd lose my mind." She snuggled up beside me and fondly stroked my limp, greasy cock. The climax I'd had still echoed through me. It was as though something had reached down in my cock and had ripped my balls out of it. At that moment I needed nothing. Our sweaty bodies were twined together, her gratitude was adding warmth to my post-coital bliss, and her little hand stroking my cock was as pleasing to me as ear scratching is to dogs. It was true, I was the greatest. No man would make her go through the contortions I'd put her through. Maree would always remember me as The Man. I smiled down at her and told her to light me a cigarette. 

We smoked leisurely while the color TV played unheeded. Beyond our room people were making noise, walking, going about their business, and I felt sorry for them. We interrupted ourselves for a while to order up some coffee and food, and before the room service came we quickly straightened up my bed, put on clothes, and sat in chairs like good families do. But as soon as we were alone again we tore our clothes off and ate in the nude. I put out the 'Do Not Disturb' sign and announced that I was ready for more. Maree was more than willing. 

"Can I suck it again?" she asked coyly. "I love to do that, it's sort of like a big pacifier, and when it's in my mouth I feel all calm and happy." 

"Like sucking your thumb?" I said. 

"Yeah, I guess it is. But then I think of what it does to me and that makes it all different, very exciting- oh, let's not talk about it, let's just do it." She pushed me back on the bed and went down on me like a vulture pouncing on a snake. Soon the snake reared up and filled her mouth, and from there on Maree treated it as no other woman had. She loved my cock, doted on it, kissed it and licked it, or just held it and looked at the phallus with shining eyes. I watched her and found it hard to believe my good fortune. At that point! didn't give a shit about Mrs. Van and her daughters ... well, a little bit for the vestal one, Martha. Apart from that I was ready to reimburse her all she'd paid me and spend some weeks in this motel with Maree, playing doctors. 

CHAPTER FIVE 

When we woke up late the next morning I felt stiff and bruised all over, like someone who's been very athletic after a long bout of decadent living. Maree had drained every drop of virility from me in a passion session that had lasted the best part of the night. Insatiable, that's what she was. I couldn't wake her up so I lifted her out of my bed and placed her in her own. A quick check of the room, then I called room service and ordered breakfast. The smell of coffee woke her. 

"Pour me some, Joe," she said in a soft voice. "I don't think I can move." 

"Why, what's the matter?" I took a cup of coffee over to her and sat on the side of her bed. "Are you ill?" 

"Sore," she said. A sip of coffee helped, but when she tried to sit up her hands shot to her groin and clutched at it. "Oh shit, I think you've done me an injury!" 

"Let me see." Close inspection revealed that her pussy and her asshole were both red raw, which only meant that she wasn't used to getting fucked. "That's nothing. It'll probably never happen to you again if you put out regularly," I told her. Some vaseline eased the pain and by the time she'd had breakfast she was able to move around like a cowpoke. I rubbed some ointment on my cock, too. The last few days had been demanding on the old fellow. 

"Well, we'd better be going," I said, at around noon. "I keep forgetting that I'm on a case." 

"What does it matter," she said, rushing at me and throwing her arms neck. "Let's stay here, Joe, I don't want to go back to school or to my place. I'm happy with you, only you! Please, Joe, let's spend a week here and just fuck. I'd love that!" 

"Oh sure, and ruin that lovely puss forever! No, baby, we have to go, the break will do you good." She kept at me, though, pleading, nagging, even raising her voice. My mind was made up and I refused to listen. Besides, my cock didn't want to know about sex for a little while. When she saw that it was no use she packed her case and followed me with an expression that registered thunder. Was it my imagination or did the bellhop snigger when he saw Maree's gait? I couldn't get over her eagerness to fuck some more when she was obviously in no condition to even admit a toothpick into her cunt. Again that uneasy, squeamish feeling brewed up in my guts-something was askew-but what? 

The drive to San Francisco went smoothly enough. Early that evening we arrived at Maree's place and found no one home but her younger sister, Ellie. I got suspicious. "All right, where's Laurel?" I said. 

"She's not here. Daddy's got her in an apartment across the bay," said Maree. "Well have to wait till they get home and then you can talk with him." 

"How is your father mixed up in this?" 

"The black hand," she whispered. 

"What? Oh Jesus, let me out of here! Why didn't you tell me he was a goddamned Mafioso? I'm out of my depth here. Did you know there's a quarter million dollars riding on this deal? Hell, they'd blow me away just as soon as look at me for that kind of money." I was ready to leave right then, but Maree took me by the arm and made me sit down. 

"It's not a Mafia matter," she said quickly. "Daddy's acting on behalf of a group. I can't tell you who. He's not crazy about it and neither am I. In fact, he thinks it's too mickey mouse, and he wants to be rid of Laurel and the whole stinking mess. So he can slip you a clue and you can rescue her and she can finger the people who kidnapped her, and that's that." 

My head was spinning. If Peggy had been with me she might have been able to make some sense out of the whole affair, but I was lost. "In other words you set me up to get set up by your father so I can set up Laurel to take the heat off the people who set your father up ... oh Christ, I'm going to need a pen and pencil for this one." 

"Joe, don't worry," she said, "everything's okay, all you have to do is find Laurel and take her back. In any case you can't do anything till my father comes home, and Ellie tells me they've gone to a double feature movie." 

So that's what Mafioso did in their spare time, I reflected. The girls made me some dinner but I could hardly eat. The whole case bugged me. Staying around in that house was perilous and besides I had to go see Mrs. Van soon to find out more about the ransom arrangements. Peggy should have come with me. "No, listen, I think it'd be best if I went back to the school and spoke with Laurel's mother," I said finally. "You talk with your father and then you can let me know where I can pick up Laurel, how's that sound?" 

"Relax, Joe, come on into the living room and have a drink. Get him a drink, Ellie." Ellie was a quiet girl, slender, dark, with brooding eyes and a full mouth, small breasts, small buns. She had on jeans, sneakers, and a boy's shirt, and her dark hair was cut short because, as Maree explained, she liked to play baseball. Although, she was over eighteen, she looked younger. Perhaps that was because she had none of the womanliness so amply displayed on Maree's frame. I liked her, though. In her willowy, quiet way she was very sexy. Maree must have noticed me looking at her sister because she suddenly slapped my wrist and said to keep my eyes to myself. 

The drink was a strong one, and so was the second tumbler full. I started to look at Ellie with naked lust no matter how often Maree chided me. Already I had undressed and dressed her as often as a kid with a new Barbie doll. I could imagine those pert little buttocks, the barely fuzzy cunt, the glorified nipples passing for tits, and I wanted her so badly that I could taste her. The third drink loosened the last of my inhibitions. It was in the middle of the evening and I figured we had two hours left before the Lavernes came back from the movies. Time enough for a mini-orgy. 

"Hey, your sister, what is she, a virgin?" I asked, unconsciously falling into the tongue of the Mafia. Maree said I was awful and that I should mind my own business. "No, come on, tell me. I want to know. That girl's ready for it, you know what I mean? And I've got it to give!" Ellie came into the room at that moment and found herself gazing into two bloodshot, lust-filled eyes. She looked down to the floor and quietly sat down in the chair, opposite me. The way she sat was awkward, not altogether ladylike, and her crotch beckoned me like a beacon in a stormy sea. "Come on," I whispered to Maree, "let's take her into the bedroom and give her what she needs." 

"No, Joe, she's too young." 

"In that case I'm leaving," I said, suddenly in a bad mood. "A guy can't have a little fun here, he might as well go." 

"No, don't go ... okay, I'll tell you what, I'll see if I can talk her into it. But I can't guarantee anything." 

"That's all I want," I said, "a good, honest effort." I sat back and sipped at the firewater. The sisters talked in hushed tones and I noticed how Ellie looked at me. There was an expression of fear and curiosity in her eyes, and when she nodded I knew that the curiosity had won out. Good for her! I plunked my glass down and started to undo my belt. Maree had to push me into the bedroom because I wanted little sister right there and then, and she was afraid of staining up the carpet. 

"You have to be gentle with her, Joe," she explained. "She's never done this before and she's pretty nervous." 

"Then you'll have to help me," I said. My head was clearing as my blood coursed about more rapidly and absorbed the alcohol. Ellie looked frightened now that she was sitting on the bed and I was about to drop my pants. Way in the back of my mind a voice told me that this was sheer hara kiri, fucking a pair of eighteen-year-old Mafioso daughters, and on the bedspread brought from the old country. But if a cock had brains its knob would be too big to fit into any pussy. 

"Take your clothes off, Ellie," said Maree. The girl became even more frightened and shook her head. "Come on, remember what I told you. Take them off. You'll like it." What had she told her? I was too fuzzy to think it through. Ellie's resistance was adding fuel to my lust. She stuck out her bottom lip and clenched her hands behind her back, staring at the floor with mute defiance. Maree threw her hands up in exasperation! "She wants to," she assured me, "but she always chickens out when it comes down to doing it." 

"Come here, baby," I said to the girl, "don't be shy of me, I won't hurt you. I only want to make you happy." Ellie was far from trusting me. She stood her ground until I made a move toward her; then she jumped back and her eyes shiftily reconnoitered the ground between herself and the door. Maree moved in behind her but neither of us wanted to be too drastic. "How can I get you to like me?" I wondered out loud. My cock ached for that little pussy so the quicker she came round to me the better. "Wait, I think I've got it. How's this as a token of our new friendship?" I pulled a twenty dollar bill out of my wallet and waved it at her. The transformation was remarkable. Ellie was all smiles as she skipped to me and plucked the bill from my hand. 

"Thank you!" Maree said warningly. 

"Thank you Uncle Joe," said Ellie, and hopped on my knee. I could feel her pubic bone and my imagination supplied the missing details. It got to the point where I experienced her little twat in full, and my cock acted like Superman about to burst out of his clothes. I put my arm around her waist and drew her to me. The girl snuggled up to me and when I kissed her she returned it with childish, yet sexy, zeal. 

"Excuse me a minute," said Maree with a wink, "I'll be back." 

"Okay." She closed the door after herself and my hands moved up to Ellie's tits, so small yet so distinct and squeezable. She was still absorbed by the money. It was as though she had no real idea of what my intentions were, and I began to wonder why Maree had been so eager to toss her little sister into the fray. I was grateful, of course, but that queasy feeling hadn't left me. Near the bed was a phone with a number of buttons on it. One of them lit up. I had to know who Maree was calling. Perhaps she had planned a trap for me and would unleash the cops or her father's friends on me just as I was enjoying myself. I put a finger to my mouth to indicate Ellie should keep quiet, and carefully picked up the phone. 

"Linda? Hi, it's Maree. Yes, he's here. Don't worry, he won't be back for a day or so." 

"Are you sure? We've just about got it sewn up on this end. His assistants are both pushovers. Anyway, the club is grateful to you." 

"No trouble." She hung up and I replaced the receiver in its cradle. Ellie was still on my lap, still fixated on the money. I had been right, those little girls were toying with me. Who was Linda? And what was this club? Later, later. Maree seemed to be in no rush to get back to the bedroom and I felt my time would be best spent on Ellie. The girl was relaxed now and submitted to my lecherous caresses with giggles and protestations. 

"That tickles!" she cried out, twisting her body away from my roving hands. "Oh, stop it, Uncle Joe!" I couldn't. My hands came to rest on her slender thighs and they kept moving up, up, up to the crotch of her panties. She became strangely silent when I touched her there. Her eyes became more suspicious and her body tensed up as if she was about to take flight. My hand slipped under the waistband of her jeans and came to rest on naked flesh. She moved back to escape it and as a result her ass pushed hard against my rigid cock. I wrapped one arm about her waist and held her still while my hand ran over the pudgy bulge of her cunt, looking for hair and finding a little clump of it right on her pubic bone. Other than that, nothing! My lust rose dizzyingly. I had to see that cunt, right away! But when I tried to take off her panties she started to protest in earnest. "No, that's bad! You shouldn't be doing that!" 

"Ssshhh, baby, take it easy. Your uncle won't do anything to hurt you. Wait a minute and you'll see what I'm doing." 

"No!" She pulled away and rushed for the door. I was too fast for her. I scooped her off the floor and threw her on the bed, and while she was still bouncing I ripped her jeans off and threw them over my shoulder. There it was, a neat furrow of flesh, heartbreakingly innocent and just as erotic. She tried to cover herself with both hands but when I grabbed for her blouse she had to defend her tits, and that left her cunt exposed to my probing gaze. Before I went any further I took off my pants and shirt but I left on my briefs because I didn't want to scare her with the size of my cock. Not yet, anyway. 

"We were friends a minute ago," I wheedled, stroking her knee and looking as avuncular as possible. "Didn't I give you a nice present? Come on, be good to your uncle." Ellie didn't answer. She was staring at the impression of my cock in my briefs. Without a word she reached over and pulled the waistband out to peer down and check me out. I held my breath, hoping against hope that she wouldn't scream and run away. She didn't; she was curious instead. 

"My daddy has one of those," she announced, "but his is soft." 

"His gets hard too," I assured her. She nodded as though that was self-evident, then asked if she could touch it. "Touch it all you want. What's mine is yours." She reached into my briefs and ran her hand along the full eight inches of my erection. That distracted her enough to let me get a handful of her pussy. And since she was so interested in my cock I took off my briefs and sat cross-legged opposite her on the bed, toying with her cunt while she caressed my cock. It was like being a kid again! The tip of my finger disappeared between her pussy lips and ran about the moist rim of her hole. Her fingers stroked the length of my cock, she cupped my balls, and bent over to take a close look at the little slit in my glands. "There, isn't this fun?" 

"Yes," she said, uncommitted. I showed her how to close her fist around my cock and to jerk me off, a game which she took an interest in for a few minutes. I could tell she was getting bored with the whole thing, though, and that the time had come for me to boost her. 

"Lie back," I said, "take your blouse off first and then tie still. 

"Close your eyes, that's a good girl, no peeping now." Quickly I positioned myself between her legs and lightly kissed her cunt. She was shocked but she kept her eyes closed just the same. Another kiss. She tasted lovely. Such a girl! She smelled a little pissy, a little smell of baby powder, and only the vaguest intimation of womanhood reached my nostrils. Another kiss, more probing, more passionate, and her silken, plump tips gave way to let my tongue sneak into the chaste valley below. Now I was in my element. Ellie seemed uncomfortable about my tongue going into her pussy. Her parents had probably hinted that nothing but toilet paper should touch that part of her. It took people like me to show her how wrong that was. My tongue eased up and down the virgin slit, located the tiny clitoris, and put the pressure on. I started her off slowly, not wishing to stampede her. But at the same time I wanted to be sure she wouldn't get bored again. Already her discomfort was giving way to a new feeling, one that she had trouble with. Several times I caught her staring at me, puzzled, anxious, but when she saw me looking back her eyes closed quickly. 

A few minutes of gentle licking and she was mine. She still didn't know what was going on but she did know that it was pleasurable. The girl lay still, her hands by her side, biting her bottom lip, and I just kept eating her. My hands moved up to her little tits and rubbed them in time to the motion of my restless tongue. Now she was getting the message. There were no more complaints about my tickling her. She started to spread her legs more and to push her cunt down into my mouth. At the same time her hands came to rest on top of mine, pressing them down on her tits with a good deal of force. 

"You like it now, huh?" I said from down below. 

"It feels so ... funny!" she cried, her voice quavering between several octaves. "Oh Uncle Joe, what's happening to me? It's making me dizzy!" 

"That's how it's supposed to be. Don't you ever make yourself feel like this?" 

"Never! How could I do that?" 

The poor child! Didn't she know anything? "Give me your hand," I said. "Now put the tip of your finger right here and move it around a bit. That's it. Feel anything?" 

"Yes ... yes, that's nice," she sighed. I let her practice for a while, and as she rotated her finger over her clit I noticed one of the buttons on the phone was alight again. She was too busy to notice me, so I grabbed the receiver and listened in. It was a woman's voice and I caught the last half of a sentence. 

" ... no deal tonight. Van de Kut's balked, she wants another twenty-four hours. Can you keep him there that long?" 

"Er ... Jesus, Ida, I've already pushed my sister at him, what more can I do to distract this guy? I mean, he gets bored quickly!" 

"Baby, we're depending on you," 

"Okay, I'll see what I can do." The conversation ended there. I turned back to Ellie, who had put herself into an erotic trance with her persistent fingering. One finger worked on the clit and another pushed tentatively into her creamy hole. She was getting better at it by the second, so good in fact that I had time to fight a cigarette and think matters over. My hunch had been confirmed. Maree was doing a number on me. Something was happening in the school that I wasn't to know about Yes ... but what!? 

The phone rang downstairs. I waited until she'd picked up, then listened in again. This time it was her father, and from the ensuing conversation I gathered that he wasn't at a double feature movie, but that he and his wife were in Miami attending an accountants' convention! That tricky, lying little bitch! As soon as the conversation was over I went downstairs to see what she was up to. Maree sat in a deep lounge chair and flicked through the pages of a magazine. She was thinking about something else and tugging at a cigarette nervously. When she saw me she almost jumped out of her skin with fright I said nothing. Before she could escape I had her by the scruff of the neck and I marched her up the stairs, into the room where her sister was masturbating at full pelt. A couple of neckties served as cords with which to tie her to the bed, and only then did I give her a piece of my mind. It wasn't the best piece. I had a lot of shit to get off my chest first. But when I calmed down and Maree looked on the point of breaking into tears, I lowered my voice and said: "Now you'd better tell me everything, or I'll beat the shit out of you." 

"Go ahead," she sobbed. The tears spilled over and ran down her face in rivers. "You can do what you like with me, I won't say a word! No matter how bad you make it for me, they'll make it worse." 

She stymied me on two fronts. Her tears turned me into a softie and her obvious disdain for what I could do to her turned me into an impotent private dick. Ellie did her best to look as though she was listening but her hands kept moving about her pussy and her tits. The new game I had taught her Was a big hit with her. And as I looked at her playing with herself that old feeling took over again, sheer, unadulterated lust. Let Maree see me fuck her sister, maybe that would loosen her tongue. And if it didn't ... well, I would think more clearly afterward, so I'd better get down to it. 

Ellie moaned her appreciation when my mouth made contact with her cunt again but she wouldn't take away her finger until I pushed it away. Before she could miss it I sucked her clitoris in between my teeth and nibbled on it ever so gently. Her response was overwhelming. Her hips jerked up and down, her hands flew up to her tiny tits and pinched at her hard nipples. And I pushed into her pussy, rubbing my face into those silken labia, sucking up her thick juices, and nudging her clitoris until she lost control. "Ooooohhhh, ooooooh, AAAAHHHH, OH GOD! IT'S TOO MUCH, OH GOD, HELP ME MAREE I CAN'T TAKE IT!!! OH JOE, NO, YESSSSS, NOOOOOOOHHHHHM!" She cooed and billed and carried on, her body wracked with passionate explosions, her childish face glistening with sweat. She mauled her tits so savagely that bruises welled up under the skin, and when I tried to stop eating her in order to get to fucking her, she flung her legs about my head and pulled me right back in. 

She came with shudders and bursts, giving out sharp cries, laughing now and then as if she was still getting tickled, and then she'd become very serious, very intense, clutching at me with her nails only to let go when a new wave of passion swept through her. At last she let go of me, and not a moment too soon. My cock pulsed with searing lust. It had to have its share of pussy or it would bust! The only trouble was that Ellie had had enough excitement for the evening. She rolled into the fetal position and dozed off. 

"Oh no, you don't!" I said. With a flick of my hands she was on her belly, and then I pulled her ass toward me and shoved my cock at her cunt hole, so that the two met with a thud. I didn't go in far, but far enough to startle Ellie. And the more I tried to worm my cock into that tight virgin cunt, the more she realized that it was going to be painful. 

"What are you doing? Stop him, Maree, it hurts me! Don't! I'll tell my parents on you. Ouch! It's so big!" It was like trying to stop a herd of wild buffalo with a red traffic fight. My prick had taken on a life of its own, the animal rampant, burrowing into that naked little pussy, working in and out to spread her juices, and at last diving halfway in. Then it stuck there like a knife stuck in a log. Ellie was yelling in anger and pain. A pang of bad conscience hit me and I dodged it by giving Maree one more chance to tell me. She refused and now it was my right to take revenge. 

I eased my cock back a little way and jiggled it about until it was oily enough to advance up the tight funnel of her cunt. Ellie was flushed and angry but at least she'd stopped yelling. She looked back over her shoulder to see what exactly I was doing to her, and when I lifted her to put her on all fours she looked down under herself for the same reason. But she had nothing like the view I had. There was her ass before me, two charming buns that were as white as the driven snow. The cheeks were apart so that her puckered little asshole was clearly visible, and below that her pink cuntal lining stretched and bulged with the effort of containing so much hot cock. My legs began to tremble under me from the strain of holding back my desire to fuck her wildly. I leaned up against the bed and carefully, exercising much restraint, started to fuck her. 

My cock eased in and out until her cherry got in the way. I disposed of it with a quick thrust and before the pain could register with Ellie I pulled back and fucked her with my glands only. She cried, but not for long. Blood wreathed about my cock whenever I pulled it back. And blood made it all the easier on her to receive the rest of my eight inches. In and out with long, gentle strokes, giving her a taste of sex just as I had done to several of the Moorehead students. Nice and easy, letting it ride like a well-oiled piston. Ellie was a fast learner. Her protests had subsided to nothing and she held herself up for me so I could feed her all my cock. Maree, in the meantime, stood by the side of the bed and stubbornly looked the other way. 

But why should she be left out? I continued to fuck Ellie in first gear and reached out to her sister to tear and tug at her clothing until it gave way to reveal her lush nakedness once more. Those big tits were in such fine contrast to Ellie's little ones. I hunched over the younger girl and clasped one of her tits in my right hand, then took Maree's left tit in the other. She disapproved but there was nothing she could do about it. After a while I let both hands drift down to the Laverne cunts. I tickled Ellie's clit and squeezed her sister's hairy pussy fondly, all the while fucking at that same steady pace. My horniness was rising rapidly with all this stimulation, piling up as fuel for the machinery that drove my cock. Pretty soon I would have to take care of the surplus but until then I had a great time indulging myself. 

Maree pretended she was indifferent to my caresses but her pussy squelched wetly whenever I squeezed it. I stopped fucking for a moment to drive my finger up her and give her a treat. She gritted her teeth and refused to give in. "Okay, now for the main event," I told her. "Watch closely as I ride your kid sister into the garden of Eden." 

"Fuck you!" she hissed. Nevertheless she looked on as I hooked my arms up under Ellie's shoulders and held her tightly. Then my ass moved back and adjusted my cock's position until it lay stiffly inside Ellie's cunt muscles. With a giant thrust I started the ball rolling, and at once Ellie let out a whoop of delight. She was ready for it, just as ready as I was. I fucked her like a demon, ravaging her from one end of the bed to the other, slamming it into her newly initiated cunt, clutching at her like a tiger at a prey's neck, fucking, sweating, driving my dick into her so deep that my pubic hair rubbed her asshole raw. She loved it. Ellie had talent just like her sister. 

It was the kind of fuck that drained me utterly. I blew, and rolled off Ellie with a sigh of relief. She stayed on all fours for a second longer, then toppled on the bed beside me. Our chests were heaving and the room became intolerably close and hot for some reason. I lit a cigarette and smoked it all the way down before even attempting to get up. 

"Well now," I said to Maree pleasantly, "have we decided to change our mind yet?" 

"It's no use," she told me. "You won't get a peep out of me. What I want to know is, how did you find out? Did Ellie tell you?" 

"You forgot the phone," I said. She gnashed her teeth and muttered uncomplimentary things to herself. "Anyway, we're going back to the school no matter how zipped you keep your lips, and I'll get to the bottom of this business if it kills me." 

"I bet you will," she said through clenched teeth. "Do me one favor, Joe, don't take me back to the school. They'll tar and feather me for fucking up." 

"Who's they?" 

"Please, Joe, leave me here?" 

"So you can tip them off? Wish not granted. You're coming, too, Ellie, just in case you remember that blood is thicker than water. In fact, get dressed now. We're leaving pronto!" 

I supervised their dressing and ushered them into the car. My first stop would be the Van de Kut household. I had to know what was going on with the kidnappers and it seemed reasonable to think that the Van de Kut's would be abreast of the issue. After a long drive into the night we reached the palatial estate, and when I told the night-shirted butler who I was he immediately consented to wake the dowager up. She appeared at the top of the stairs like one of the furies and thundered at me: "Where have you been! I've been trying to contact you or your staff and I couldn't get any of you! Am I to believe I have truants in my employ?" 

"No, nothing like that," I said hurriedly. "We're all working like beavers. Now would you fill me in on the latest, please, so I can get back to the school?" 

"Who is that in your car?" she asked, looking over my shoulder. 

"Accomplices," I said impatiently. 

"Very well. Come into the library and well talk. I was supposed to deliver the money to a deserted warehouse this evening but I managed to stall them by saying my bank manager was away for the day. Now the deadline is tomorrow evening. Of course I have the money right here but, much as I love my daughter, I would dearly like to keep it to myself. Can you think of any way to achieve that modest goal?" 

We sat down in the library and she fixed me with a withering, sarcastic stare. I felt like a failure. "Before I unfold my plan," I bluffed, "I would like to know why you haven't told the police this yet? I mean, at these prices why not get everyone involved?" 

"Well ... the caller said she was has documentary evidence of my daughter's involvement in lesbianism, and if there is another hitch in the proceedings she will send the photos to one or two of the nation's more sensational newspapers for publication. I'm willing to risk that money on your ability to track down this gang, Mr. Mac, that's what it boils down to." 

"I see. You said it was a woman who called?" 

"How perspicacious of you. Yes, that's right. She sounded quite young and well educated, too. I'm to leave the money in the warehouse, she told me, and one week later Laurel will be released and the photos will be destroyed." 

The finer details came later. I noted them down and tried to piece it all together. Martha came in briefly and greeted me. Behind her mother's back she opened her robe and displayed her young body, but she was showing it to a jaded man. After she'd gone I said to her mother: "I'll want to stay here the night and the two girls in the car must be kept in a room where they won't be able to escape or contact their cronies. Can that be done?" 

"Why, of course Mr. Mac. Don't rush back to Moorehead on my account, there's no hurry!" 

"Your sarcasm will become your embarrassment one day soon," I informed her. Another bluff. Basically, I was up shit creek in a barbed wire canoe without a paddle, but why should I tell my employer that. The girls were bundled into a basement room and locked in. And I was shown to a guest room, where I gratefully collapsed on the bed and surrendered to a wave of sleep. It was not to be. Within minutes the door to my room creaked open and Martha snuck inside. 

"Hi!" she said brightly. "Do you want me to do it to you again?" 

"No, honey, not tonight," I said tiredly. "Try me in the morning, okay?" 

"Oh, come on, don't be such a weakie!" she said. She hopped on the bed and lay down beside me. "Don't you like the way I do it? If that's the case tell me how you like it and I'll do it that way." 

Why argue? She had her mother's imperious temperament. Besides, it would be like a goodnight kiss. "Go ahead, do it your way. You know damn web you're good." She had to undress me first. I couldn't be much help to her simply because it had been such a long day. Fucking, driving, wracking my brains, it all added up. Martha didn't seem to mind. She labored over me like a bee and stripped me like a piranha. Naked, half asleep, I lay on my back and let her have her way. She didn't waste a minute. Her bps brushed along my chest, did a turn about each nipple, and slowly kissed down to my navel. There her tongue flicked out and dabbled in the small cavity before going further down. In spite of my exhaustion I felt a tingle start up in my balls. Hot and cold tingles, a whole storm of them-but it would pass. Through my eye lashes I saw that Martha had taken off her robe and was stark naked. Her ass pointed right at me and her pussy peeped at me unblinkingly. A charming sight, nice enough to evoke another storm of tingles, even a few pulses of life in my overworked cock. 

The tip of her tongue lightly licked about the base of my cock, drawing along the smooth skin and through the tangle of hair there. I felt an urge to move with it, to fuck the air or something, but I also wanted to go to sleep. It was near morning, I could only hope for a couple of hours at best. Why didn't I tell her to get the hell out of my room? Because her bps had just closed over my knob, that was why. 

How delicate she was. Her lips quivered about my cock flesh so subtly that my cock expanded in order to get a tighter grip on itself. Slowly, holding the base of my dick with one hand, she lowered her open mouth over it, going down, down, until she kissed her own fist. Only then did she let go, and my cock rested heavily on her lower lip. She moved further down, taking in more cock than she'd been able to days earlier. Had she been practicing with a broomstick? I had to open my eyes wide to see exactly what she was doing. Inch by inch, my cock disappeared between her bps. It wasn't easy for her, she strained and sweated, and once she almost gagged, but she did it! The whole damn thing went down into her mouth and lodged in her throat. In spite of her discomfort, her eyes shone with pride. "That's a terrific trick," I praised her. "How did you learn that?" 

"The gardener said it was okay if I practiced on him." I'll bet he said it was okay. She repeated the trick over and over, making me so hard that I forgot about sleep. I had a new ambition now: I wanted to fuck this little cocksucker! Her pussy shone with its gravy now, and when she moved abruptly it made a smacking sound. I would bide my time, let her do her magic on me until she'd been lulled into a false sense of security, and then WHAM! Up her like a rat up a drainpipe! A few more minutes ... just a little more of her delicate mouth-fucking, the warm bath of spit regaling my cock, the soft, slippery flesh of her mouth as it brushed against my cock, the lolling, mercurial tongue, the tight constriction of her throat muscles as she overshot the mark, all those little things made me quite patient. She was so good, so loving, and when I watched her do it she thrilled me even more with her obvious enthusiasm. She licked and sucked that cock as though she'd always wanted one of her own. And as she made love to it her slender young body writhed over me to offer her pussy to my mouth. This was my chance to prepare her for fucking. I licked her cunt up and down, inside and out, wetting her, bringing out more of her sap, relaxing her muscles. How tight she was; how tight they all were, these young girls. Even when I only had the tip of my tongue inside her the muscles gripped at it sternly, forbidding it to go any deeper. 

She almost made me blow my wad at one point. Hurriedly I lifted her off my dick and held her suspended in the air until it was all better. She squealed and made desperate attempts to get back to her favorite lollipop, but I wasn't taking any chances. Instead of putting her down in the same position I turned her around and kissed her on the mouth. That surprised her but she soon fell into this new aspect of the game of love, sticking her tongue into my mouth and reaching for my cock at the same time. Slowly I maneuvered her cunt closer to my dick. She didn't suspect anything at first but when my knob nudged her hole she was alerted. "No, don't spoil it," she crooned into my ear. 

"I must," I said in the same kind of voice, and at that moment I grabbed her by the shoulders and pushed her down over my driving cock. She was too startled to scream. Instead she said: "Oh!", with a sharp intake of breath and astonished eyes, and then it was too late. Her carefully oiled and pampered pussy opened wide and admitted the full length of my cock. If there was a hymen in the way neither of us noticed it. Perhaps she was into horseback riding. 

"Is that all?" she asked, more amazed than ever. "My mother told me it was worse than getting your appendix taken out!" 

"Your mother was telling you little white lies," I said, releasing her so she could sit up over my cock. That made her bend my cock back a little, just enough to put severe pressure on it and to allow me to experience the soft firmness of her moist insides. She tried to move up and down but she was too inexperienced to do it with any success. I helped her out by seizing her about the waist and jerking myself off with her whole body. She liked that. Her head rolled about and her hair went everywhere, her tits bobbled and wobbled, and her whole cunt was getting more stimulation that it had ever had. 

"That's so nice!" she sighed. "Don't ever stop, Joe, I want you to do this all night and all day, and ... Ooooooooohhhhhh! I love it. My body's on fire!" 

"I knew you'd like it," I grinned. Her tight pussy was massaging my cock into sheer madness. Periodically I had to stop moving her about just to comply with her request for a good, long fuck, but I knew it was all in vain. She excited me too much, I wanted to ravish her, not simply make love. The steady motion of lifting her and lowering her turned into a violent shaking. I had a good grip on her and shook her like she was a martini in the making. Now she lost control. Her cries were turned into warbles by the motion, her tits quivered rapidly, and her head looked like it was about to fly loose. Her cunt was like a machine especially designed to make males sexually independent. After a while of brinksmanship, I pushed her down further over my cock so that my pubic bone gnashed into her clitoris, and now my cock moved inside her like the clapper of a bell. She rang loud and clear. Sobs and giggles erupted in abbreviated forms, she couldn't control her voice box any more than the other box. Juices poured down over my balls; she was climaxing subliminally. Her hands tried to massage her tits to even up her passions, but she had to give up the attempt. After that she let her arms swing loose, giving her the appearance of a Raggedy Ann doll in the hands of a violent child. 

When she started to choke and turned a bright red I made her lie down flush on my body, then rolled us both over so I ended up on top. At once her legs flew up into the air and her pussy opened wide to let my dork drive in so deep that it almost came out of her throat. There was less erotic friction on me now, what with the relaxed muscles and the excess of fluid washing about in her cunt. It sounded a little like butter getting churned. Slurping, exploding air bubbles, digging deep, slamming my bone into her clitoris, biting at her little tits, I was doing everything to leave my mark indelibly on this girl's mind. A bit harder, a bit to the side, that was it, her cries told me I was on the right track. She seemed to be gargling now. Her face was twisted in an expression of ecstasy that approached pain. Her mouth was wide open to take in all the air she could, but it wasn't enough. "Oh Joe! give me a break! Please! Oh Joe! Don't stop, don't stop! Oh Jesus!" Her words came out in bits, as if my long downward thrusts were expelling them from her throat. And I fucked harder just for her, giving it to her from all angles, savaging her, ravishing her, making the best of her while I had her. 

My cock, numb from probing pussies on overtime, stopped taking pleasure in the silken massage of Martha's cunt. It remained hard, but even that wasn't necessarily a permanent condition. It was one of those moments of saturation, the kind of lapse for which one had to maintain a reservoir of sexual fantasies and I had run out long ago. Only one thing to do. My hand crept up under her ass and parted her cheeks to grovel down into the split. Her asshole was sensitive to my touch and she jumped a little when my finger first tried to enter. But whether she liked it or not was not my business. It gave me the fillip I needed, that extra surge of lust and passion that took me out of apathy and dumped me squarely on the straight. There was the finish line, hung with banners and vanes. I could feel my balls contracting for a final surge. Martha seemed to sense it. Her cries became more desperate, more searching, she didn't want to be left behind. Neck to neck we galloped along the fence, sweat flew off us, we drooled and snorted, fucking like fiends- not far now, my insides were boiling, the crowd was on its feet and cheering, together we thundered over the line, blowing semen and unleashing a wash of juices, crying and grunting, clawing at each other, and then everything was quiet again. 

"Phew!" I said, getting off her and wiping my brow. "That was good. I'm glad we finished in time to see the sun rise." 

"God, yes! I can't believe how much you made me cum!" Her eyes sparkled and her tits still heaved with excitement. "Can we do it again soon? Please?" I nodded in agreement but truthfully I knew that it would be awhile before my dick would get hard again! 

To avoid her question, I lit up the cigarette, but it tasted like low-grade shit. It was morning, five o'clock to be exact, and my mouth had been sorely tried. When the smoke curled back against my palate, it retaliated by popping little blisters and perverting my taste buds. I ground the cigarette out and lay down on the bed. "Hey, on your way out leave a message with the butler, will you? Tell him to wake me at eight o'clock on the dot." 

"Okay." She kissed me on the cheek and darted out of the room, still naked, and trailing sperm. What a sweetheart. Suddenly I felt nostalgic for the days of feudalism, when barons could maintain junior harems without aggravation from the law or parents. But why should I complain about the present? I was buried in twat! Ah, a few days more ... and then? At that point I fell asleep. 

CHAPTER SIX 

A maid dragged me out of bed, poured coffee down my throat, and set me on my feet early that day. Still in a daze I collected Maree and Ellie, and drove to the school. The girls napped in the back of the car for most of the way, although Maree did point out to me that her friends wouldn't be happy to see me again. What could girls do to me? Exhaust me, that was about all. I turned the car into the school's driveway and roared up to the main entrance. It was Sunday and no one was to be seen on the grounds. A quick check of my watch showed that it was just after nine in the morning. 

I told Maree and Ellie to walk ahead of me to the accommodation block where our rooms were, and to keep quiet. It was eerily quiet inside the building. When I peered into the dormitories all I saw was girls in bed, fast asleep. I locked my travelling companions into my room and knocked on Peggy's door. No answer. Vinnie wasn't there either. I cursed under my breath and started a bed check. Only a few girls woke up when I looked in on their cabins, and they just gave me a blank look. I went through the entire building and finally found them. 

Vinnie was naked, sleeping on the floor in the center of a dormitory for the seniors. His cock had shriveled to a blushing anchovy and on his ugly face reposed a beatific smile. Peggy was in the same dormitory, only she was in bed with a slender blonde. I shook my secretary roughly and told her to get out of bed. Peggy merely yawned and turned over to catch a few more winks. But the slender blonde sat up and I discovered that it wasn't a blonde, but the blonde, the one who'd barged in on us so rudely the first night, and the one who seemed to be doing a lot of wheeling and dealing behind the scenes. She had a nightie on, and embroidered on her left tit was the name Linda. That rang a bell ... on yes, the girl Maree had talked to over the phone. Linda wasn't happy to see me. Without saying a word she got out of bed, took off her nightie and started to put on her regular clothes. It didn't occur to her to cover her naked body up, and for a moment my professional state of mind was broken up by the sight of her loveliness. She carried herself very well, shoulders back, the spine straight until it curved out suddenly to form her dapper little bottom, and when she turned around I saw how high her tits were, and how firm. She saw me looking at her but it made no difference to her. Her panties went on first, but not before I got a long, lingering look at her almost hairless pussy. It was reddish, no doubt from Peggy's ravishing, and it was almost flush with the rest of her, just a slight rise cleft down the center, quick to part so the pinkness within flashed at me. 

But this was no time for pleasure. "Where do you think you're going?" I asked as she began to make her way out of the room. "I want to talk with you, Linda." 

"Go fuck yourself," she said crisply and disappeared. At this Peggy rose and grinned up at me. 

"A very together little person," commented my secretary. 

"A snotnosed little bitch," I corrected her. "Now come on, Peggy, tell me what's been happening here!" 

"Oh Joe, if you only knew!" she sighed. She stretched voluptuously and reminded me how beautiful grown women were. "Vinnie and I have been absolute pigs! We've fucked and been fucked, ah, what's the use, words can't describe it. Let's just say it's been a running orgy!" 

"No new developments in the case?" I said angrily. "No report on masturbation among the girls for Miss Parsons? Do you really think I pay you a king's ransom just so you can enjoy yourself?" 

"Wait, wait, wait," she said tiredly. "Miss Parsons has been informed that the girls are not playing with themselves. Now you know that's the truth Joe, because they're too busy playing with each other." Peggy laughed at her joke and slapped her thigh. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, naked, fumbling with the straps of a dildo. "As for the case, I thought you had that solved. Linda told me that Maree's father had the girl so I thought we were just biding our time. And man, is this the place to bide!" 

"Jesus Christ!" I exploded. "Mrs. Van de Kut's been getting calls to let her know where to deposit a quarter of a million bucks while you and Vinnie were having fun. She couldn't reach you either. You know what I think?" 

"I know," she said, serious now. "These girls have been fucking around with us, Joe. Man, what a bunch of idiots we've been. I thought they were just kids! So okay, the kidnappers are in this school, or they've got a lot of friends here. Now what do we do?" 

She nonplussed me. I'd been about to say that I thought we should interview Lydia again, but Peggy was six jumps ahead of me. "That's right. Now let's get hold of Linda. She spoke with Maree when I was at her place." 

"Did she indeed." 

"Hey boss! You're back, huh. Listen, I've got some great pictures, real beauts. You wanna see the negatives?" 

"Later, Vinnie." Peggy was getting dressed now and I waited for her to accompany me. But while I stood there the girls in the dormitory began to stir. One of them, quite close to me, pushed the blankets back and yawned luxuriously, at the same time exposing a pair of tits that made Maree's look like a short measure. They were out of proportion to the rest of her, big healthy melons extruding from a small chest, and her long blond hair made her look like a sex kitten, the kind that hasn't been properly inflated. Next to her a delicately beautiful Oriental girl turned over in her sleep and pulled the blankets with her so that her ass stuck out at me. Further down the line a girl stepped out of her bed, into a pair of slippers, and schlepped by me. She wore nothing at all! Tall, lithe, with small tits and small buns, long hair and sleepy eyes, she tottered past me and somehow managed to brush against me in the process. For a livid second I got a full impression of the softness of her skin and the firmness of her tits, and my appetite had been whetted. Everywhere I looked girls were rolling out of bed, some in pajamas or nighties, most of them nude. And suddenly I didn't care about chasing around the school looking for Linda. Hell, she could be anywhere by this time. Why should we waste a perfectly good morning on her. 

"Uh ...Peggy, listen, why don't you go look for her," I said. "And take Vinnie with you. He needs the rest." 

"I've got a better idea," she said, "send Vinnie and I'll keep you company." She and I were kindred souls in some respects. Her eyes had taken in the awakening of the nineteen-year-old lovelies, and her capacity for sexual pleasure was bottomless. Already she had taken off the clothes she had so laboriously put on, and, nude as the day she was born, she walked after the girls into the bathroom down the hall. I recalled how I hadn't taken my daily shower yet. When I'd persuaded Vinnie to piss off I took off my clammy clothes, grabbed a towel from someone's bed, and followed the exodus. 

The large communal bathroom was filled with steam and the sound of rushing water when I walked in. Dimly I perceived naked bodies in each cubicle, so I waited until one fell vacant. In the meantime I was regaled with a storm of stimuli that triggered off mad rushes in my loins which in turn erected my cock all over again. How lovely they looked, all shiny with water and soap, washing their tits and their pussies as though they were just numb appendages, bending over carelessly, shampooing their hair and skylarking among themselves. None of them seemed aware that I was watching, yet all of them knew I was there. One of the girls offered to share her cubicle with me eventually, and I jumped at the chance. 

It was the Oriental girl. She was short, so short that her face was approximately level with my navel, but she was a perfectly formed little woman just the same. Her breasts were small, too, and could almost be mistaken for puppy fat if she had any. Down a little further a little bush of black hair lay flush with her skin, as wet as the rest of her. She looked up at me and offered to wash my back. I said that would be very nice. 

I stood still under the cascade of water, peering out now and then to see what the other girls were doing. Peggy had a cubicle of her own and she washed her long, beautiful black body very sensually, drawing the attention of a number of girls near her. As I watched, one of them, the one with the outsize tits, joined her. The small hands applying the soap to my back were getting awfully low. She was washing my ass very thoroughly while Peggy and the girl with the tits did each other's front. Pretty soon I lost my focus on all that was going on outside my shower. The Oriental was washing inside the split of my ass, rubbing the soap in with her hands and getting very close to my asshole. 

Her hands were very nimble, rubbing and squeezing, working the soap in, repeating the same operation aver and over until my whole ass tingled with excitement and anticipation. Closer ... closer ... I leaned further forward and spread my legs so she could get to it more easily. There, she'd reached it. Now her fingers caressed the outline of it, massaging the soap in to make the hole more slippery, and occasionally one of her fingers would sneak a little way up it. My cock pointed at the ceiling. If there was one place that I was vulnerable, my asshole was it. A woman only had to touch me there and I was hers to keep. Now the Oriental had me captive, and she made the best of it. When she was satisfied that I was all clean and ready to be rinsed, she caught water in her cupped hands and splashed it against my asshole. I spread them just a bit more so she wouldn't think I was ready for her to stop. 

She understood. Leaning against my back, her cheek against my flesh, she started to finger fuck my ass with slow, steady motions. Her finger slid inside easily and then crooked at the top joint to tickle that peculiar little gland inside. It was a delicious but mixed feeling. I didn't know if I wanted to blow or shit! In the end I did neither. That finger kept me hovering on the brink, though, getting me hornier by the second, bringing me to my knees even. I didn't care if it looked silly, I just had to have more of her subtle fingering. And she satisfied my urge, even went beyond it by withdrawing her finger and substituting her tongue. Like a fox terrier she went for broke. Her hands kept my cheeks apart and her tongue dug in and out of my asshole, tongue-fucking me the way I'd done so many women in my past. She rimmed me and blew on it with her hot breath, fingered me a little more, and I just sprawled out over the bathroom floor, a victim of ecstasy. 

Other girls came toward me. At first they stood around me like onlookers at an accident, but one by one they squatted or kneeled and started to caress whatever part of my body was close to them. The showers were still going, steam was building up in the tiled space, and sweat mixed with vapors to make all of us shiny and sensual to look at. When I looked up slightly I found myself staring into a pussy tightly clamped between the thighs of a squatting eighteen-year-old. When I looked toward the other side I saw Peggy and Tits rolling about on the floor, eating each other out. And the Oriental girl kept on eating my ass, fondling my balls, keeping me painfully hard. It started to get too much for me. All my dick had to toy with was hard, wet floor, and what it really wanted was a soft, wet pussy. There were plenty of them around. The girls were getting more and more involved with the eroticism of the occasion. One kneeled right in front of me, and her hand clutched at her hairless pussy in a desperate grip, tugging at her labia and rubbing her clitoris, jerking off like it was a matter of life and death. A few others were looking wistfully at Peggy and Tits. I might have lost some of my entourage if the Oriental girl hadn't had the presence of mind to roll me over. 

She made me draw up my legs so she could still lick my asshole and one other girl could get at my dick. What a relief! Two girls decided to share it and now, instead of the cold tiles, I had two warm, wet mouths vying for a bite of me. No one would swallow my balls and the other would take half of my dick in her mouth, then they would swap. Or they would open wide and press their bps against the sides of my cock to slide up and down; and when they went up they paused at the tip of my cock to briefly kiss each other with tongues and all. I watched them until one of the spectators decided to participate by sitting on my face. She almost slipped off at the first try because we were both sweating so much, but then she got on her knees and straddled me. Now her cunt hovered a fraction of an inch over my mouthy and all I had to do was to stick out my tongue to get a taste of her. 

At this point the other girls decided to occupy me. My hands were suddenly full of cunt, another girl sat on my chest and rubbed her pussy all over my nipples and belly; and at my feet a girl sprawled with her legs wide open so she could get my big toe into her pussy. I never wanted this to finish, it was like all of my wet dreams coming true in the one big rush! 

The sound of the showers drowned out most of the sounds they produced, but that made it all the more surreal. When I lifted the girl who was sitting on my face I could see the ass of the girl rubbing her pussy juices into my skin; and further down were the girls licking my cock and balls and tongue-fucking my asshole. And to top it all, there was a foot fiend screwing her pussy around my big toe. All my nerves were on edge, sticking out of my skin to savor so much teenage flesh completely. There was a lot to be enjoyed, and by shifting my attention from one part of my body to the other, I could enjoy each sensation individually. Of course it built up inside me, and far too quickly. Suddenly the girl who had my cock down her throat was treated to a gush of hot cream, and at once a dog fight broke out to see who would get the dregs. They fought and pushed, avaricious mouths lunged at my cock, teeth scraped against my flesh, and I loved every second of it. Soon, all too soon, the last of my sperm had been forcibly sucked out of my cock, and the girls helped me to my feet. 

"This must be the nicest Sunday morning I've ever had," I told them. They giggled and combined their efforts to dry me down. Six towels at once rubbed my skin up until the blood flowed normally again. The Oriental girl took out some kind of lotion and carefully, gently, massaged it into the skin of my cock, another insisted on doing my hair, and Tits left Peggy to tell me how good she was at shaving men. Before I knew what was going on I'd been ushered back into the dormitory, had been propped up on one of the beds with a towel around my shoulders, and Tits was lathering me up. Peggy sat nearby and watched the girls fuss over me. 

"Shouldn't we do something about the case, Joe?" she asked. 

"What? Oh, yeah, later." I was getting a manicure as well as a shave, and another girl trimmed my hair. Wherever I looked I saw small breasts, tufts of pubic hair, and I inhaled the sweet smell of perfume and pussy and girl, and as far as I was concerned Mrs. Van de Kut could pay the ransom. What was a quarter of a million to her? She had it to burn. As for her daughter, Laurel, she was probably giving the culprits a miserable time. Yes, I could and should relax, even wallow. With all those girls to love me I'd be crazy to waste time working. 

"There, now you look beautiful," said the Oriental girl. They took away the towels and the equipment, and left me sitting naked on the bed. But they were soon back with more treats. Breakfast was brought up by Tits, who then sat close to me and fed me as though I was a baby. Her tits were pressing against my arms, so full and resilient, so sexy that I felt my cock stirring again. But I didn't want it to go up, not just yet. Let the girls play fakir with it. I liked to see them spoil me rotten. They were already starting. When I'd had enough to eat and drink they cleared the bed and all sat around me, leaning on me, brushing their fingertips along my cock and balls, and chattering about inconsequential matters. The Oriental girl, whose name turned out to be May, sat very close to me, and I put my hand on her chubby little ass in the course of this chat. She leaned with one arm on my thigh and lifted one cheek so I could get better acquainted with that part of her. Now it was my turn to inspect her back passage. No hair grew back there, it was smooth flesh with a soft spot in it. And when I pressed down on the soft spot it yielded more easily than I'd expected. 

"You're big back there," I whispered. May giggled and turned over on her side so I could finger her better. It was true, she was bigger. Two fingers slipped into that soft little hole and when I started to masturbate her that way she gave no sign of discomfort. That fascinated me. I disregarded the other girls for the moment and lay on my side to take a look at her orifice. My fingers fitted in very nicely. Already her faint secretions had smoothed the way for them, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Squashed between her thighs was her pussy, two full strips of flesh clamped together as in a vise, and just above that was some hair. Not much, just a few long strands. I lifted her upper leg and eased my face in between them. She rested it on my shoulders and I pushed at her pussy with my bottom lip, mouth wide open to swallow all of her cunt. With my fingers reaming into her asshole and my mouth chewing on her cunt, she couldn't do anything but be there and gasp. A few of the other girls tried to get hold of my cock but I pushed them away. This was between May and me. 

I sucked her cunt until it was dripping wet. Then, withdrawing my fingers from her asshole, I pushed them into her cunt and oiled them up thoroughly. She knew what I wanted from her and she was preparing herself to give it to me. My greasy fingers were back up her ass, twisting round and round and then, in one quick motion, I had her lying on her back, her legs way up in the air, and her ass cradled in my hands. My cock pointed at those soft cheeks, and by contrast it looked more like a weapon of torture, a knout or a club. Thick and hard, the blue veins throbbing ominously under the skin, the glands flushed and looking like a helmet, it threatened her milky brown cheeks and that puckered, slightly distended asshole. I hoisted my hips forward and brought her closer, so that my cock pushed its way up her. May clenched her teeth and clutched at the bedspread to balance out the pain. There couldn't be much. Already my cock was halfway up her, pushing in, pulling back, pushing hi deeper, and she gave me about as much resistance as a pussy full of vaseline. The usual friction of an asshole was lacking, but that was made up for by the sight of my cock brutally entering that hole beneath her pussy. It was wide open, too, the bulk of my cock pulling at her skin so that her pink hole gaped up at me. The girls sat by quietly and watched as May's face lost some of its tension and her expression changed to one of bliss. 

I kept staring at my rod sliding in and out of that delicious ass for as long as it took me to fuck her into oblivion. She started off by being a little confused about what this was supposed to do to her. That I liked it was clear to her, but eventually it dawned on her that fucking was supposed to make the female feel good, too. And once that was clear to her she changed altogether. Rather than accommodate me she began to take care of her own needs. Her legs came around my waist and pulled me into her hole with every down-stroke, she asked one of the girls to prop pillows under her head so she could see, and then she just let herself go, giving way to every emotion as it erupted. It was great to see her twist from side to side, to hear her high-pitched squeals and anguished little cries". I fucked her as well as I could, keeping up a steady ram of penile blows even when she was climaxing and oblivious to everything. And when she came down she had a head start toward the next one. The girls were all playing with themselves and each other, all of them a little flushed and sweaty. The atmosphere in the dorm was erotic and dense with pussy fragrance. All I heard was heavy breathing and little wet smacking sounds as one pussy after another overflowed with passion. 

I came with a jerk and collapsed on top of May to catch my breath. Blood pounded in my ears, my lungs were laboring, I needed a rest. This was too much hard living for me. She embraced me with her arms and legs and comforted me with kind words and pats like I was her baby. I felt weak enough to be that small, too. My cock shrank and fell out of her asshole. Pretty soon after my breathing became regular and weird things started to happen in my mind. My legs kicked back suddenly and I knew I was falling asleep. Faintly I recalled that there was a job to be done. But I was so tired and so content, much too weak to snap out of it. There, in May's arms, I fell into a deep sleep. 

* * * 

I came to very slowly. My sleep wore thin at a certain point and then a new sensation entered into my semiconscious brain. It was a warm feeling, very soft, jellylike, and it caused my whole body to warm up as though central heating had been installed. I smiled very broadly and settled into this lovely sensation, but I was still far from awake. Only gradually did it occur to me that this warmth was not a normal part of waking up; in other words, something was going on! 

With a great effort I managed to open one eye to see if there was any cause to worry. All I saw was the vague shape of a girl bent over my cock. From there it was easy to deduce that she was sucking on it, and that it was the source of all this pleasure. I checked a few minutes later and, sure enough, Tits was taking a long taste of me. The other eye opened reluctantly and checked out the remaining part of the scene. Peggy was on the next bed lying between two girls, all three sleeping the sleep of the pure of heart. Vinnie was fingering a sexy girl and cackling hideously. But where were the others? 

I realized that my cock was straight up and lodged well down the throat of Tits. Her big bazookas rested on my thighs and wobbled from side to side, presumably to stimulate her nipples with the hair growing there. I felt great after my sleep, relaxed, at ease with the world, and since she was doing so well I figured it would be a shame to disturb her. My eyes fell to and my mind concentrated solely on the smooth sensation of her lips gliding up and down along the taut skin of my cock. Whenever her lips reached the base of my cock my hips gave an involuntary jump and pushed the glands just a bit further down; and then she would pull back in a hurry because she had to keep on breathing. We kept on playing this game for minutes on end and I could feel the sap rising. "Yes, baby!" I groaned, caressing her blond locks. "Give it to me, yes, do it, do it, oh that's beautiful. Mmmmmmm yeah! The way you give head!" She couldn't answer, but she stepped up her sucking a little, generating more cream in my balls. Not long now, just a few more nibbles and I'd feed her. 

She moved up to my glands and squeezed it with her lips while her mouth sucked hard at it. Her hands caressed my balls lightly, barely touching the skin, yet arousing me mightily. The sweat broke out on my brow, my cock quivered, I grabbed hold of her head and pushed it back down, and just as her lips touched bottom my cock erupted. There wasn't much left, but what there was she took. Flecks and globs spurted out of my dick and she sucked them all down. She had a hold on my cock with both hands and her mouth clamped over the knob, and she sucked with such glee that I wanted to hoist a gallon of the stuff into her belly. Alas! the girls had raided the pantry too often. 

Again I felt kind of drowsy and again I gave in to it, drifting just below the surface of sleep. When I came to there had been a changing of the guard. Now two girls were on the bed with me, one a swarthy lass with a tiny gold earring in her left ear, and dark, sexy eyes. Her hair cascaded down in thick black curls, and her small tits sported light brown nipples that stood out like the tips of two little fingers. Her cunt was decked out in a heavy covering of fur and, even though she sat with her legs open and facing me, I couldn't make out what was beneath her pelt. The other girl was her opposite, a girl with white-blond hair; small boobs but she had an adorable ass that pushed out from the small of her back and just about screamed for someone to shove a cock up it and fuck her! 

Exhausted as my reservoirs were I couldn't resist their blandishments. As soon as they saw my eyes open they started to caress me. The gypsy girl concentrated on my feet. She sat so that my toes rested against her hairy pussy and her hands could massage the insteps. That felt fine, at once sexy and relaxing. The blonde lay next to me and licked my nipples. As a rule they're not too receptive, but I'd been worn down to a bundle of raw nerves in the past few days, and her tongue going round and round them felt awfully nice suddenly. My hand moved down her back and caressed her ass and slowly worked its way to her pussy. It was smooth, nude, and plump, just like Ellie's just like Lydia's ... and when I closed my eyes I realized that they were all starting to melt into the one big blob of eighteen-year-old flesh. A sidelong glance at Peggy brought a new surge of lust to my system. Her big womanly tits, so heavy and laden, and that carpet of tight curls covering her generous cunt, that's what turned me on! Still, I knew that if I didn't take full advantage of the Moorehead School for Young Ladies, I would hate myself for ever after. 

Actually, the gypsy girl interested me on her own merits. It wasn't just her hairy twat. Her tits were too small for me to pretend she was a full-fledged woman. But there was something in her eyes that sparked me off. She smoldered sensually somehow, I couldn't put my finger on it. At that moment she had several of my toes snuggling into the slit of her cunt and her hands busily massaged my soles, but her eyes were fixed on mine. There was a promise in them. "Come on, sit on it," I invited her. She nodded and slid all the way up my leg with her pussy leaving a wet, snail like trail behind itself, until she reached my hard cock. Then, with a quick motion of her body and hand, she stuck it up herself and sank down over it with a heartfelt sigh. 

"Aaaaahhhh, that's better," she said in a husky tone of voice. "My parents sent me to this school to get me away from men, and all I've had since then is girls. You don't know how nice it is to have a cock throbbing between my legs again. Ooooohhh, it makes me shiver all over!" The blonde kept on sucking my nipples as though nothing was happening, and the gypsy started to move up and down over my cock. The promise was being fulfilled. Her inner cunt quivered and contracted, pulsed with a life of its own, and she shifted from side to side to put pressure on the different parts of my cock. Pretty soon I had forgotten all about the faint pleasure in my nipples or the naked pussy in my hand. My eyes were boring into the gypsy girl's and my hands were on her hips to feel her flesh move as she fucked me. 

It was extraordinary. She moved on top of me with complete assurance. Not a move out of place, not an adolescent overstatement. Her motion was like that of camels bobbing smoothly through the desert. Up and down, all in the one flux, and her pussy gripped and expanded, rose and fell, and my cock soon felt like new again. It inflated inside her, it got longer and harder, digging into her lower depths, and the further it drove in the more she danced on top of me. A melodic, half-uttered moan came from her parted lips. Her eyes excited me. Her small breasts moved jerkily and made the palms of my hands itch for a feel. I placed them over her like a bra and let her flesh move under them. My cock grew another inch. 

"You're terrific!" I told her. All my jadedness had fallen away like an old skin, I felt young, fresh, virile, capable of fucking day and night. "Did somebody teach you to make love this way?" 

"No, of course not." She looked surprised. "Why, is it different?" 

"Mmmmm, the way your pussy moves around my cock," I said, shaking my head. "I'll tell you, you're the best lay in this school!" 

"And what about me!" demanded the blonde. 

"You can leave," I told her. The gypsy was impressed with both statements. As my reward she lay down on top of me and began to undulate her lissome body so that my cock got the benefit of her silken inner cunt as well as her smooth thighs. I rested my hands on her buttocks and just lapped it all up. "Yeah, that's the way, that's how I like it," I told her. "Just do it nice and easy." 

"Okay. Wrap your legs around me, Joe, I want to make you happy." And she did. With my legs around her waist I suffered from some role confusion, but it was well worth it. Her ass moved up and down in the familiar fucking motion now, driving her cunt down over my cock. And it was she who changed angles, who went deep or shallow, she led and I followed. I took that for as long as I could, and when I changed our position it wasn't to assert my male superiority, but only because I had to fuck her harder than she could fuck me. 

I rolled over with her and drove my cock into her cunt with such force that a big air pocket exploded inside her and ripped through the room. Some girls giggled but we were too intent on each other. Her body fitted mine perfectly, it was as though we'd been fucking for years and practicing for this showcase event. I came in from a high angle so her clitoris would cop a piece of the action, and she appreciated every stroke. "Yes, Joe, yessssss!" she whispered, biting at my ear lobe and kissing me after every exclamation. "Oh, if you only knew how nice that felt. Kiss me, Joe, kiss me, and fuck me some more!" I kissed her deeply and continued the staccato motion of my hips, ramming my dick into her moist sleeve and crushing her body with mine. "Harder, harder, I love to feel your manhood in me, oh Joe, I want it, I need it, come now, come, CUMMMMM NOW, NOW, OH JOE, CREAM IN ME, BLOW, OH CHRIST, I'M COMING, HERE IT COMES, OOOOWWWWW, AAAAAHHHHHH, JOE, HOLD ME, HOLD ME, CRUSH ME, OH FUCK ME, YES, YES, YES, YES-SSSSSSSS-OH YESSSS!!" With a loud whoop she announced her climax to the world, and then it was back to business. My cock was tireless. It plunged and dove and swam like Uncle Scrooge in his money bin, and my gypsy moaned and writhed and cried with joy as fireballs of passion burned their way through her system. 

I slowed down when things became too critical, leaving my cock to idle deep inside her cunt, and even that excited her. She tried to be still in deference to my needs, but her body kept trembling in little fits, and each little fit acted like a vibrator on my dick. Manfully I held my load back, and when it was safe to I started to plow away and store up some more cream. 

"When are you going to give it to me?" she asked in that sexy, husky voice. "I love to feel it, it's so warm and smooth, just like hand lotion, only better. Come on Joe, don't be mean. Give Gloria all you've got." 

So that was her name. "Alright Gloria, get ready for it." I started up again, pumping like a machine that's getting an extra surge of power. Long strokes, belly-slapping submarines, the kind she liked best. My hands grabbed hold of the cheeks of her ass and pressed them tightly together to put more pressure on my knob. Now her cunt was tight around me again, and the inevitable started to happen. My balls were full of it and they were bursting to give it out. Gloria egged me on, made her pussy walls tremble and twitch just for me, and when I started to fuck faster and my grunts resounded through the dorm, she grabbed hold of my ass. Her finger shoved up my ass and tickled the gland in there, and that did it. I blew the lot! That gland seemed to be connected to secret supplies of cream, because the stream that poured out of my cock almost ripped it open. And Gloria, her mouth wide open in a silent scream, clung to me in ecstasy and trembled violently with every spurt. 

"That was lovely!" she panted when it was all in her twat. "Oh, I can feel it sloshing about in there, all creamy and warm. Oooohhh!" She stiffened momentarily and then relaxed again. "See, it gives me orgasms just to know you blew in me!" 

"Isn't that something." I was genuinely impressed. In fact, I could hardly wait to fuck her again. She had 'it', that mysterious quality that turns a run-of-the-mill woman into a legendary piece of ass. Men would always think of her with a special sparkle. And what was 'it'? I figured that the largest element of 'it' was just an open hearted enjoyment of sex. 

"Will we sleep together again?" she asked hesitantly. 

"Any time you say, baby," I said, caressing her thick black curls fondly. "You're the greatest, don't let anyone tell you you're not. None of these girls can even hold a candle to you." 

"You're just saying that," she said, but she blushed with pleasure. 

"And I've never met a private eye like you, Mr. Mac." The icy voice cut through our new-found intimacy like a razor. Mrs. Van de Kut stood at the dormitory door and eyed the whole place, and especially me, with monumental disgust. 

CHAPTER SEVEN 

It was, much to my surprise, very late in the evening. The girls had seduced me into complete forgetfulness, and, while I had been fucking and sleeping, Mrs. Van had had to deliver the ransom money. She told me the details of this mission once she had swallowed her fury. Peggy and I dissociated our persons from our cloying young lovers, dressed, and tried to look professional as we listened to her account. 

"I was told to place the money into a strong canvas bag," she said, "bundles of one hundred dollar bills tightly packed together, and the bag had to be securely locked. The place to which I had to deliver it was in the center of a large and dark meadow. I still don't know how I reached that small beacon that they'd put there; or, for that matter, how I ever survived the treasure hunt leading up to that destination. Even if I had informed the police, Mr. Mac, it would have done no one any good. At the beacon I found a note saying that the bag had to be tied to a thin cable, the end of which was right next to the beacon. It had one of those slip bolt attachments, and as soon as I straightened up from my task, that bag sped away. I heard it skidding over the grass for a while, and then there was silence. I stood in the middle of the meadow and wondered what to do with myself. The beacon caught fire at this moment, too, probably due to a timing mechanism, and destroyed itself and the note. All that was left was a patch of smoldering ashes. Just before I turned to make my way back to the car I heard a car start up way in the distance. Of course it could have been any car, all I know is that it was a VW bus or bug, one of the two. And that was it. I reached my car, drove to the school, and found you having a gay old time." She frowned again and inserted a cigarette into her holder. 

"Yes, well, I overslept," I said lamely. Mrs. Van, lucidly, hadn't been listening to my reply. Her eyes swept over the girls standing around, most of them half naked, others completely naked, and I noticed that, even after losing all that cash and worrying about her daughter, she could take a lively interest in sex. 

"Anyway," Mrs. Van interrupted herself, "there's a week before Laurel is due to be returned to me. Once she is home I shah cab the police and let them worry about it. Until then I want you to come up with something substantial or I will not only refuse to pay you the rest of your fee; I will demand the return of my advance!" She left after that parting shot, and Peggy and I looked at each other sheepishly. 

"Let's go into your room," she said. "I want to talk with you in private because these little jug ears are wide open." She looked around at the girls significantly. "Besides that, I don't think the kidnappers have anything to do with this school. We ought to be grabbing our gear and getting the hell out of here." 

"Are you crazy?" I was going to say, but she silenced me with a look. I asked her that question once we were in my room, talking in a low voice and rustling newspapers in case one of those female fiends had bugged the room. "Of course the gang is here!" 

"I know that. But we have to give them a sense of security before we can expect them to fuck up half as badly as we have. So let's pack up and go. Then we can sneak back in later." 

With Vinnie's help we did just that. It was midnight by the time we drove out of the school grounds. Miss Parsons had assured us we were welcome anytime we felt there was more sleuthing to be done inside of the Moorehead school. And Gloria came to see us off. I felt a pang of regret at leaving her, but then I could always come and pick her up after the case had been solved. We drove into the parking lot of a nearby motel and checked in. Since we'd slept for most of the day we were all wide awake and raring to go. Vinnie took his best camera and I took charge of the long-range listening device. Then we drove back to within a few hundred yards of the school grounds and went the rest of the distance on foot. 

"You know, Joe, I was thinking about the kind of hospitably we got in that school. Don't you think the teachers had to be in on it? I mean, there was no patrolling of the corridors, no supervision, the girls just did what they wanted with us." 

"That had occurred to me," I said, "although it's possible that it's an experimental school where they believe in living and letting live." 

"Oh right, with Miss Parsons as the bold visionary," she snorted. 

"Wait a minute, don't jump on me. I was just wondering, maybe the kidnappers have no connection with the school. Perhaps those girls threw themselves at us because they're sex-starved, or it's an in thing to do to fuck strangers. Who knows what goes through the minds of girls? Maree might have wanted me for herself, you know, the way a dog carries off a bone to stop the other dogs from gnawing at it." 

"And how do you explain Linda?" 

"She just hates men," I shrugged. 

"And the phone cabs?" she pushed. 

"Oh yes ... of course it could be that the girls were discussing club matters. I keep hearing of some kind of secret society ..." At this point confusion set in and I ended the conversation with a brisk: "Well, it's just a matter of looking at all the possibilities. Now let's see what we can dig up in the school." 

There were still a few lights on in the buildings and we checked them out one by one. Girls were reading late or taking showers, others were just sitting around and talking. I checked on those conversations and found that they dealt with all the subjects I wasn't interested in. Fashion, boys, and grades. We checked the gym, walked around the square and the lawns behind the buildings, but found nothing. The last place we checked was Miss Parsons' home. And that's where we hit the jackpot! 

At first it seemed like a futile gesture. Her house was in darkness, and none of us thought of Miss Parsons as the kind to stay up late anyway. But Vinnie's sharp eyes spotted a crack of light in one of the windows, escaping through heavy drapes. The window was on the second floor but that didn't deter us. A tree nearby was easily climbed, and then we edged along the broad ledge running around the house. Peggy stayed on the ground to keep a lookout, and Vinnie and I squatted down at the window and tried to peer through that small split in the drapes. No luck. Now and then we saw a dark shape flash by, and it was obvious that something interesting was happening, but there were no conclusions to be drawn. 

I pressed the listening device to the window and now I heard a babble of voices and giggles, which told me nothing but that there were a lot of girls in Miss Parsons' house at that time of night. Vinnie had by this time figured out a way to get a better look. With his knife he had prised the window open an inch, and then used the long blade to push the drapes further apart. What a vista opened up before us! We almost fell off the ledge with shock when we saw the other half of Miss Parsons' double life. 

The tall, angular, stereotypical school mistress had undergone a drastic transformation. Gone were the fuddy-duddy clothes, the gold-rimmed spectacles, and her air of academic stuffiness. In their place were tight leather clothes, a whip, high boots, and sexual tyranny! Vinnie started photographing right away. At times like these the expert in him overcame the compulsive jerk-off, and I had no doubt that the shots of Dominatrix Parsons would be clear and sharp. I looked around at her visitors and recognized a few of them. They were all nude but for leather slings that ran from the left shoulder over the left breast and then down under then: asses, with one strap curving about their hips to hold the main strap in place. 

Just as we thought we'd been surprised beyond ever being surprised again, Miss Parsons moved to the side of the room and left us with a clear view of what she and a few of her followers had been busy with. There was Linda, totally naked, looking drunk and disheveled, lying in a bed of green pieces of paper ... one hundred dollar bills! Vinnie's camera clicked over and over. So they were the ones, the Sapphite's, they had the money. But where was Laurel? I checked the women out again and there wasn't a trace of her. They probably had her hidden away in the house somewhere. 

"Hey bitch!" Miss Parsons' voice was like a crack of her whip. "I have to piss! Come over here!" Linda struggled up from the bed of lettuce and walked on all fours to her mistress. Parsons sat in a big easy chair, her legs wide apart, the leather encasing her body gleaming and tight, studded all over. The Sapphite's were lolling about, watching lazily, fondling each other, and Linda crawled along the floor until she was between the headmistress legs. She undid a centerpiece in the woman's pants and I marveled at the engineering that had gone into that leather suit. The center piece was snapped to the trouser legs, which in turn were connected to a belt. Even with the crotch missing she could wear the pants in the household. And when the leather section had been laid aside the headmistress moved forward in her chair so that her cunt pushed into Linda's wide open mouth. I couldn't believe my eyes. Was she actually drinking her piss? Surely not. But as we watched we noticed the girl's neck muscles laboring, and we heard her cough and saw the piss splashing up against her face for a second until she got her mouth back into place. 

"Wow!" Vinnie exclaimed, smitten with admiration. "I underestimated that woman, Joe. She's terrific!" 

"Why don't you marry her?" I said sarcastically. Linda wiped her mistress' pussy with her tongue and returned to the bed of money. Parsons invited everyone to have one last drink with which to celebrate then- coup, and then she told them it was high time for bed. Obediently, the little girls downed then: scotches and retired. Only Parsons and Linda were in the room now. Vinnie and I hugged against the wall to conceal ourselves in the darkness of night and Peggy hid in the bushes till the girls were back in their dormitories. Then we tuned in to the conversation taking place in the room. 

"I want you to put the money back into neat five-thousand-dollar piles," Parsons ordered her charge, "and then put it back into the safe. I don't trust your friends very much. All that money could turn their heads and then we'd be in trouble again." 

"Yes Ma'am," said the girl. While she counted and straightened out the crumpled bibs, Parsons relaxed in her chair and idly flicked her whip at the girl's bare ass. Every now and then the tip flicked her flesh and Linda winced and smiled at the same time. 

"Soon I'll be able to pay off the school's bibs," Parsons mused. "Won't that be wonderful? Solvent again. I couldn't have stood it if they'd taken this place into receivership. It's mine, I built it, and it will always be the best school for young ladies in the country!" 

"Ah, go fuck yourself," said Linda. "This school is a goddamned brothel and you know it." I gaped at her in awe. Was she crazy to be talking to the cruel mistress that way when the whip was whizzing through the ah? As expected, the headmistress gave her a couple of lashes that brought red weals up in the flesh of her buttocks. Linda seemed to like it a great deal, but she apologized humbly and kissed Parsons' boots. 

"Yes, the best," said Parsons. "It was so easy, and all we lost was that nasty Van de Kut girl. Quite a bargain." 

"Good riddance to her," Linda agreed. The dominatrix seemed to get bored suddenly. She got up and took off her leather suit to reveal a body that had stood the ravages of time web. Her flesh was firm, hard almost, and she had no tits at all, no ass to speak of. She bent over a low drawer and extricated a long double dildo. 

"Leave that shit and come to bed. I want to fuck you now." Linda dropped the bundle of money she'd been putting together and followed the woman out of the room. The light went off in that room, on in another. But our job was done. 

"Let's take the money now!" Vinnie whispered. "If we don't they'll put it back into the safe and we'll never get it back!" 

"No, no, if they find the money gone Laurel could be hurt." 

"It sounded to me like she's already dead," said Vinnie. 

"That's a point ..." I had to think about that for a little while. And as I sat on that ledge thinking, the light went on again and Linda came in. She had on a dog collar and her mouth had been gagged, but she bent down over the money and threw it all into a wall safe. Every last bill went behind lock and key, then she hurried back for more fun and games. Vinnie wanted to see what they were doing, but I could imagine it clearly enough. Now that the money was out of reach it seemed to me that we should have taken it. Peggy, however, disagreed. 

"No, you did right to leave it there. I had plenty of time to think while I was waiting for you, and I came up with a scheme. What say I infiltrate this girls' club? Now before you say anything, I know one girl here very web and I suspect she's a member. She was really crazy about me, and from what I gather a lot of the girls here thought of me in the same way. Should I try it, Joe?" 

"That's not a bad idea," I said, "but be careful." 

"No, I won't be careful. What do you think I am, Joe, stupid? Of course I'll take it easy around those girls, they're not to be taken lightly." 

"And while you're doing that Vinnie can snoop. We have to find out where Laurel is." On the way back to the car I filled Peggy in on the details, and she decided to go back to the school in the afternoon to see if she could infiltrate the ranks of the Sapphite's. Vinnie wanted to start snooping right away but I recommended he have some sleep and start the following evening. "As for me, I'm going to check around the town to see if there are any rumors floating about. You never know, I might be lucky. If not, well, we'll just have to strong arm Miss Parsons into a confession." 

"I'd like to see that," Peggy said, with measured irony. 

* * * 

Peggy and Vinnie left in the afternoon and I lay back in bed for a bit longer just to collect my thoughts. A knock on the door startled me. It was the woman who owned the motel, come to change the sheets. "Oh, just a minute," I said, quickly getting out of bed and putting on a robe over my nakedness. "Okay, you can come in now." I sat in the easy chair and lit up a cigarette. The woman, Nora, was in her early forties, a solid woman with a large ass and watermelon tits, blond hair piled on her head, and an open, pleasant face. When she bent over my bed to take off the sheets her dress stretched tautly over her big ass so I could see the outline of her panties. They were big panties, too, and the sight of them excited me mainly because I could imagine those panties filled with buttocks and cunt. And, since I hadn't had any sex for almost a day, her heavy sensuality stirred my cock so that it bobbed up under my robe just as she happened to be glancing my way. 

"Are you enjoying your stay, sir?" she said without flinching. 

"Yes, I certainly am. This seems to be a very nice town," I said. "So quiet and peaceful. I guess you're very happy to be living here, right? I mean, it's a lot better than the big city." 

"I guess so," she sighed, stuffing the dirty sheets into a big bag. "But you know how it is in these small towns, your life isn't your own, and besides that there's more going on here than you'd think." 

"Oh yeah? Come on now, don't tell me you've got crime and pollution and psychiatrists here." 

"Sure we have." She stopped work and accepted one of my cigarettes. Sitting on the edge of the stripped bed, her legs loosely crossed to give me visions of her big, fleshy thighs, she started to tell me the crime statistics. My cock had relaxed. Crime statistics have that effect on me. But her readiness to talk kept the pilot light burning. She was so happy to have someone to talk to at long last. There was pollution too, and a lot of crazy people lived behind those tranquil facades, I was told. She finished her cigarette. "In fact," she said, her voice suddenly soft, yet intense, "I have to see a psychiatrist one day per week. You want to know what for?" 

"Why?" I said, watching her slow advance toward me with curiosity. 

"Because I'm a nymphomaniac!" she cried and the next moment she was on her knees between my legs, pushing my robe aside to get at my hah hard dick. "Please say you don't mind, sir, but you're so handsome and big, please, let me suck your cock, let's fuck, please?" 

"Call me Joe," I said, settling back into the chair. She threw me a look of abject gratitude and started to drool over my cock. Her tongue flicked out over my glands, rubbing it, loving it, and her hand stroked me with obvious lust. Since she was way ahead of me I figured it would be best to wait till she warmed me up some more. Oblivious to my relaxed demeanor, she kept right on running her tongue over my cock, balls, and belly, uttering little cries of delight as he own body took pleasure in what she was doing to me. The robe hung off me like a rag. A shrug off my shoulders let it drop to the floor. Nora fumbled with her clothes to ravish me more effectively without them. I should have helped her, but it was too much fun to see a woman rabid for sex. Except for Peggy and Miss Parsons' stooges, the women in my life tended to be anything but aggressive self-starters. It was left to me to push the right buttons and touch the right bases before a response might be reasonably expected. 

Nora needed nothing but a willing body. She gave up trying to take off her clothes because it was interfering with her passionate groping. It was as though she'd been starved of sex for months as a punishment, the way she wanted to relish every part of me. Her fingers snuck up my ass, tickled my balls, closed around my nipples, ear lobes, anything! But her mouth stayed very near to my dick. Her tongue ran up and down the hard stalk, her lips brushed along my glands against the grain, and she occasionally closed her teeth around that section of my cock directly under the awning of my knob. I was catching up fast. 

It became imperative to see what her body looked like. My hands reached for the back of her dress and undid the buttons there. But I couldn't reach the apron she had tied about her waist, at least not without disturbing her. Resolutely I bent forward and undid the knot, and, while I was there, pulled the hem of her dress up. Only when it was tugging at her armpits did she yield to it. Quickly I pulled it over her head and bang! she was down again! I had to take a brief break then because her bps around my cock felt too delicious to be ignored any longer. A minute or two later I managed to reach for the catch of her bra, un-snapped it, and released a billowing avalanche of flesh that dangled dually against my inner thighs. A surge of lust burned through me at the sight of so much tit. I wanted to dive into those big spongy masses, to hide and suck like a child, or just to fondle them till my palms exploded from sensory overloads. But further down her back I saw those big panties, pink like the ones my mother always wore. There, in the confines of those familiar panties, were her cheeks. Even from where I sat I could see how massive and round they were. But how could I get her away from my cock long enough to take them down? 

There was only one thing for it. Gently I eased my body off the chair and did a kind of half-turn with my cock as the pivot. Nora seemed not to notice. She was sucking on my cock noisily, eyes closed, transported with delight. When I came to rest I found myself looking right up her crotch. My legs were against the chair's backrest and my head was on the ground; it wasn't the most comfortable position on earth, but it did bring most of my faculties in touch with the part of her I wanted most. An inch or two and a pair of pink panties separated me from her cunt. I could smell its faint animal fragrance already. And the stain of her juices was spreading noticeably. 

Resting the weight of my body on the chair and on the nape, I grabbed for the elastic of her panties. They felt silky and taut, and when I pulled them down her soggy crotch slipped down into my face. The warm wet spot was right against my mouth, and for a moment I let it stay there so I could suck the juices out of the material. But why settle for a sample when the main supply is so near at hand. Her ass appeared like two moons over the horizon, vast and white, and when she condescended to move a little I was able to push her panties away over her thighs. Now her cunt dangled overhead in the shade, a hairy creature exuding that fine, heady aroma that made me wild with horniness. As soon as my tongue prised the thick labia apart, a veritable cloudburst of juice rained down on my face, all the passion fluids that had accumulated there from the time she had entered my room. It dropped into my mouth, slid up my nose, blinded me, and I pressed my face in all the more passionately for it. Now both of us were sucking noisily. It became like a competition to see who would undo the other first. However, Nora needed my cock up her pussy more than she needed it down her throat, and pretty soon she signaled me to get to work. 

With pleasure. My cock was hard as tempered steel, out of its sheath and ready to attack, Nora gave it one last kiss and luxuriously spread herself out over the floor. I asked if she wouldn't prefer the bed, but she said: "No, I want it to hurt me!" I remained standing for a little longer, partly to let the blood rush out of my head, partly to drink in the voluptuous sight of her nakedness. Her big tits had rolled back toward her armpits, big gelatinous masses of flesh, tipped with brown nipples that stood out like sore thumbs, literally. Two whale-shaped thighs lay web apart, raised by a pair of strong calves, and her hands were at her loins to entice me inside. They rubbed and stroked, parted the hairy bps, and all the while her hips were bobbing up at me. 

Another second's delay and she might have resorted to violence. I moved in on top of her and my cock was sucked into a pussy that was a veritable cave of earthly delights. Just as a child can sense whether it's loved or not, so my cock sensed how deeply her pussy appreciated its presence. It did its best to expand to fill all of her, but that wasn't so easy. So I started to jiggle it about inside her and to come in from different sides. Now she started to appreciate me all over. "Yes, that's it, scratch me in there!" she grunted, banging her loins against mine and grabbing hold of my ass with both hands to force me in even deeper. "That feels so wonderful, so great, just like somebody scratching your back feels, you know what I mean? Oh Joe, dig into it, fuck me, fuck me as hard as you can. I need it so badly. Yes, yes, and you're so big, just my kind of guy. Ah, that was a good one, hit me there again now, to the left!" 

I did my best to follow her suggestions, but after a while her constant talking became annoying. "Could you keep quiet for a while?" I asked, stopping all bodily motion for a moment. "I'm really enjoying fucking you, but your tongue keeps wagging and distracting me." 

"I'm sorry, Joe, I didn't mean to upset you. But when you come in from high your cock bumps into the exact spot. That's the way, oh yes, right down!" And so it went on. One second it was the floor of her cunt, then the ceilings, then the side walls, and eventually she wanted my cock to telescope so it could get into her womb. My irritation with her grew at the expense of my passion. I put up with it for as long as I could and then, when I had been too sorely tried, I exploded. 

"Shut up you fucking big-mouthed bitch!" I yelled. I reared up and slapped her right across the face. "You want me to lose my erection or something?" 

"God forbid! But-" 

"Shut up." I slapped her again, twice, hard, stinging blows that echoed through the room. Instead of getting upset she started to moan with ecstasy. And instead of angering me, the slapping became an integral part of my lust. Once her face was blood red with continued slapping, I told her to get on her hands and knees. "Now grovel you slut!" I hissed. "Grovel, stick your ass up in the air and kiss the ground! You're lucky a man like me would fuck you. You know you're not worth it, don't you!" 

"Yes, oh yes, I know I'm just a piece of shit!" she sobbed, her voice high with passion. I started to beat on her ass, long-hauled hits that left red impressions of my hand on her white, quivering cheeks. At the same time I rode her like a cowboy, digging my cock deep into her greedy cunt, making it slurp and fart and making her cringe all the more. This was the life! I loved to see her big ass ripple with my slaps. Here was a real ass, a woman's ass, not one of those boy's bums that I saw so often in the Moorehead school. Big and full and soft, great hams that only needed to be tapped to ripple from one end to the other. Her tits dangled down so that her nipples chafed against the rug, and those tits excited me just as much. I grabbed for them a couple of times to savage them with milking motions, and each time I did she screamed out with joy. As long as I kept my cock moving in and out of her cunt, all the rest was gravy for her. Squeezing, slapping, fucking, and frothing at the mouth with abandonment, I kept her rising steadily. She started with small orgasms, mere firecrackers, and gradually moved on to small bombs, big bombs, nuclear ones, the works! Toward the end she was out of control, screaming and yelling obscenities, wiggling her ass, writhing about with her face on the floor, fucking me as hard as I was fucking her. I beat her ass till it was red all over, flaming with pain, and even then I couldn't stop. I was like a jockey whipping his mount over the finish line and then whipping it into the winner's circle. Nora wanted it all the way to the stable as well. Several times I had to shove my dick deep into her so that the sensitive glands would be protected against stimuli. And while I rested my cock she demanded more action, more pain and humiliation! 

My arms grew tired before my cock did. I was hitting her with closed fists to keep her happy, and my cock had become a secondary part of the whole twisted process. Nora was cursing me out from all angles, dragging my ancestry, my relationship with my mother, and my intellect into the fray, and stomping on them ruthlessly. The more she insulted me the more I beat her. I came, and that didn't stop it. Now at least I could pub out and get a good shot at her face. I dragged her up by the hair and snapped her head back to deliver a haymaker. At that point she smiled beatifically and told me I was the greatest lover ever. 

"What?" I said, dumbfounded. 

"That was beautiful, Joe. You're a real he-man," she said, falling around my neck and kissing me. "Let's do it one more time. I love the way you do me! Come on, once more, what do you say?" Her cunt was moving against my cock most suggestively, and she was rubbing her tits into my chest. 

"Er ... let's have a cigarette first," I suggested. 

"You can smoke while you fuck me," she said feverishly. "I'll get you hard again, Joe, don't worry about that. All you have to do is tell me you want me again. Aren't I the most passionate fuck you've had?" 

"Yes, you are that." Damn it! I didn't feel like fucking right then. I was tired, run down, my cock hung between my legs like an old pickle, and on top of all that she didn't make a very pretty sight. Her face was red and swollen, there were bruises all over her arms and shoulders, and her cunt drooled with my sperm. No, I had to recover psychically before I could even hope for an erection. "But you have to give me ten minutes grace before the next bout." 

"I'll wait," she said brightly. She lay on the unmade bed and began to play with her pussy. She dipped one finger into her runny hole and then smeared the sperm all over the insides of her cunt, over her belly and her thighs, and when that whole area was greasy she rubbed herself up with both hands. Her body started to undulate, less suggestively than commandingly, and her eyes were fixed on mine. I smoked in earnest. When the cigarette was less than half an inch long Nora started to smile broadly and opened her cunt up for me to enter once more. I couldn't do it! Once was more than enough. There was nothing for it but to throw her out, much as I hated to hurt her feelings. 

I was saved by a sudden intrusion. There was a knock on the door, then it opened and in came Peggy. She was a mess. Her dress was in tatters, her corn rowed hair had been pulled at and stuck out every which way, and there were bloody scratches all over her face and other exposed parts of her body. Nora thought it was someone of the same sexual persuasion as herself and took little more notice of her. But I jumped up and took her into my arms. "What happened? Did you have an accident?" 

"An accident!" Peggy shook her head and sank down on the bed. She hadn't really noticed Nora, all she cared about was a cigarette and a moment to catch her breath. "They're crazy! Those girls are the type that ought to be locked away from polite society forever! As for Miss Parsons!" She couldn't think of what to say about the leader of the push, so she shook her head and drew deeply on the cigarette I'd lit for her. 

"Miss Parsons?" Nora chimed in. "Hey, are you talking about that lady at the school?" 

"That's the one," I said dismissively. 

"She's the sister of the psychiatrist I go to," Nora announced with a note of triumph in her voice. "Isn't it a small world? The psychiatrist is her younger sister, you know, lovely woman, but a bit strange. Still, they say they're all a bit crazy, right?" Nora laughed, but we didn't join her. 

"Hey Nora, listen honey, I've got a lot of business to attend to," I said, picking up her clothes and hand-big them to her. "We'll get together tomorrow maybe, all right? Right now I'll have to ask you to leave." 

"Oh ... okay, sure," she said moodily. "But you will be here tomorrow? I mean, you're not just saying that?" 

"I'll do my best." Nora left, hardly satisfied. I turned back to Peggy and asked her to tell me what had happened. Apparently she had gone to the school and approached Linda through her contact. Linda had played it straight, pretended to believe her story, and taken her to the gym where Peggy was told to strip and wait. Some minutes later the whole club entered the gym and locked the place up. "It was like a hockey team," said Peggy. "They terrified me. All those tough little girls in their uniforms, eyeing me like cats, and before I could stop them they had me tied against the wall bars. Linda was the one who incited them. She told the girls that I was a spy and that they should teach me a good lesson. Oh Joe, it was horrible. They all came at me with their claws out, mean as bobcats, and I'm hurting all over." 

"Alright, let it out," I said gently. "You just lie down and rest while I check on Parsons' sister. By the way, did you see Vinnie before you left?" 

"Oh yeah, but he was too busy to tell me what he was doing." 

"I'll bet," I said. 

CHAPTER EIGHT 

I had underestimated Vinnie. When I stepped out Of the motel room he drove up and opened the door for me. "They're going crazy in Parsons' house, boss," he reported. "The whole club is there and they're drinking and partying like the world's gonna end tomorrow! They've got the money all over the floor like a carpet and if you want to take it back, now is the time to strike." 

"Good man," I said, getting into the passenger seat. "But first drive to this address." I told him the street and number that I'd found in the phone book next to "Parsons, Rita, Psych." We had to ask directions all the way, but at last we saw the house she lived in, a Victorian mansion set on top of a hill overlooking the woods. There was a widow's walk on the roof, and I was willing to bet the Moorehead school was visible from there. I parked the car some distance away and, following Vinnie, snuck through the bushes to get to the house unnoticed. There was no way of knowing whether Laurel was in the house or not; we had to take our chances. Vinnie was very clever at moving through the undergrowth, a skill picked up during his voyeur years. In the minimum of time he brought us to the side of the house, and I peered carefully over a window sill to get my bearings. 

The house seemed empty of people. Not a sound could be heard. Inside it looked cozy, expensive, and bookish, and as we circled the place it became clear that Rita Parsons liked the finer things in life. Also, she was an out-and-out dyke. I saw statues of naked women, paintings of them, and framed photos. When we clambered up on the balcony and checked out the bedroom we saw a variety of dildos lying about on the bedside table, and there were men's clothes in the wardrobe. Silently we tiptoed through the bedroom, keeping our ears peeled for the slightest sound. Not till we were at the bottom of the stairs did the first faint sound reach us. It was a tiny scream, and it seemed to come from below us. Vinnie and I looked everywhere to find an entrance to a cellar. There were no doors, no trapdoors, no way of getting below the ground floor. 

"Hey boss, come over here!" Vinnie whispered. He had his ear pressed to the join of two bookcases. "You can hear better here!" 

I listened until another faint scream arose and, sure enough, it was much clearer there than in any part of the house. "Remember those horror movies?" I said to Vinnie. He nodded and started to push and pull at nearby objects in the hope of finding the lever that would open the door for us. The trouble was that there were hundreds of likely objects within range and, without the guarantee that one of them would work, it was silly to try them all. We stood at that crack for a few minutes, listening and trying to decide what to do. Then the sounds stopped. 

"Quick, hide behind those drapes!" I hissed. We waited with bated breath. Suddenly the bookcases swung apart and a woman stepped through them. She was tall and severe looking, a bit younger than the headmistress, but just as angular. When she was halfway into the room she placed the flat of her hand on the breast of a copy of Venus de Milo, and the wall closed again. And, since she was alone, Vinnie and I thought it safe to launch our attack. 

She screamed when we grabbed her, and in the next few seconds she almost stabbed us to death with her pointy elbows. She was hitting us everywhere with those formidable weapons, and I finally had to overstep the boundaries of propriety by socking her in the jaw. That kept her quiet for long enough to make her see reason. "Let's take a look in your cellar, sister," I said roughly. 

"Who are you!" 

"The housing inspector. We suspect you have boarders." Vinnie thought that was funny but Rita didn't. She informed us that if we wanted to go into the cellar we should find our own way down there. "Okay," I said, going over to the Venus and rubbing the same tit, "we'll do just that." Nothing happened. The bookcases stared back at me implacably. Rita gave me a stony look that infuriated me. "Tricky, eh?" I glowered. "Okay bitch, if you want your nose broken just keep on playing with me." 

"I'm going to cab the police as soon as your man friend lets me go," she threatened. "There's a law against breaking into people's homes, you know." 

I didn't answer her. An idea had taken place in my mind. If the left tit closed it ... wouldn't the right tit open it? I tried it and there was no response. But when I examined the statue more closely I noticed a slight departure from the original. This Venus had a clitoris! And that little knob, symbolically, opened the door for me. Rita cursed under her breath and resisted Vinnie's efforts to take her down the stairs. I gave her a little push, and that knocked the underpinning out from her mulish conduct. She lay at the bottom of the stairs, moaning in pain, and not far from her lay someone else who was also in pain. 

The girl was nude and disheveled. It looked as though she had been flung down on an army cot covered in a grey, torn blanket. Even though her face had been bruised and she hadn't been washed for a number of days, it was easy to tell that she was extremely beautiful. Her ripe tits poked straight up from her chest, and her fine facial features couldn't be concealed by any amount of dirt or bruises. She didn't look up when we came down. When I checked her eyes I found she'd been heavily drugged. 

She wasn't unconscious, though. Just as we turned back to help Rita to her feet, Laurel started to scream at us. "Get out of here you fucking animals! Go on, fuck off! You're ugly, your breath stinks, your mother sucks rats, I want you to drop dead!" A string of insults followed and Vinnie and I looked at her in astonishment. 

"What have you done to her?" I asked Rita. 

"Oh, it's just a drug," she shrugged. "It's an hallucinogen that tends to produce paranoid reactions. She'll snap out of it eventually." 

"Why should you want to give her a drug like that?" 

"To make her insane, boss," Vinnie said knowledgeably. "I heard the Sapphite's saying something about the girl going crazy. Now it makes sense." 

"Jesus," I said, staring at Rita in wonder. "Wow, you're really a nasty piece of work, aren't you!" She looked away, her mouth set in a grim, straight line. "No, really, you have to admire real evil," I went on, pulling her face back to me. "And I'm going to give you your reward for being so good at being bad." I looked at Laurel again. Her face was twisted in mindless rage, and Vinnie had to hold her down with all of his strength to stop her from attacking me. I pushed Rita back against the wall and said, "I've got your number, you man-hating bitch! You've never been properly fucked and that's why you're such a mean, cold frigid bitch!" She sneered back at me and laughed. "Yeah!" she snarled, "that's right ... and I never will give it up to a dirty guy like you!" 

I would have left her alone but I noticed that her nipples had become erect under the thin fabric of her blouse. Her cheeks were pink and she was breathing heavily. Then I got it! The broad wanted a good dicking but she didn't know how to admit it! Fine by me. My cock was hard and ready for a little pussy action! No problem! I was actually going to enjoy making this bitch beg for more when I got through with her. 

"You want me to fuck you ... don't you?" I asked, pulling her close to my chest and ripping open her sheer blouse to expose bare tits with rather large nipples. I leaned down and took one of the hard buds into my mouth. It tasted good, kind of sweet, and became even more erect as my tongue washed back and forth across it. She moaned deep in her throat while trying to push me away at the same time. I knew she was hot, hotter than she'd probably ever been in her entire life and there was no way I was gonna stop now! 

She brought up her knee and tried to get me in the balls but I just pulled her tighter against my body. I could feel her pelvic bone pushing against the hard ridge of my dick and I used her own motion to rub her cunt hard against my cock. She moaned again and her eyes closed! 

"Tell me you don't want to feel this big dick of mine sliding up your tight hole!" I said roughly into her ear. "Go ahead and tell me you don't want me to stretch that hot pussy of yours wide open and fill it with a fat, hot cock. If you tell me ... I'll stop right now!" 

Keeping her eyes tightly closed, she pulled me closer to her, moaning like a cat in heat. I quickly unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. Her underpants were lace and I could see her bush right through them. Going by the kind of underwear she had on, I realized she'd been looking for a good fuck for a long time but couldn't bring herself to get over her hatred of men to get it! I slipped two thick fingers into her writhing cunt and felt just how wet and slippery she was down there. My finger found the nub of her clit-it was hard. She pushed against my thumb, rubbing her sensitive love button up against my fingers. I dropped to my knees and spread her pouty labia lips wide apart. They were fleshy and soft to my touch. I could feel her legs tremble as I softly used the tip of my tongue to trace the line of her slit from top to bottom. It was wet! Very wet! 

Pushing the tender skin taut, I made her clit pop out. It was big, bigger than any woman's clit I'd ever seen! I knew the minute I used my tongue and lips on it she'd probably fall to the ground so I moved her to the sofa and made her sit on the edge of it, her legs splayed wide apart. 

She didn't protest but used her own fingers to open her cunt this time. I got down on my hands and knees and went to work on her clit, pulling it into my mouth as if it was a tiny prick! It was certainly big enough to suck and I pulled and tugged until it must have grown at least another inch in my mouth! Wow, the cunt juice literally began to pour from her hole as I worked her clit, covering my face with sticky juice. She smelled tangy and musky, ready for anything! Her clit throbbed between my lips and now I really used my tongue to flick every surface of the super-sensitive flesh nub. 

"God, eat me!" she cried out. "Eat my cunt, suck it dry! Stick your tongue all the way up my cunt hole! Let me cum! Don't stop ... do it faster!" Her hips bucked up and down against my face and I had to hold onto her hips tightly or she'd have tossed me off her altogether! I drove the tip of my tongue deep inside her slippery slit, shoving the thickest part of it as far into her hole as possible! She appreciated it and wriggled even harder on my face, actually fucking my tongue with her hot snatch! I grunted, lost in the ecstasy of her hot twat all over my face. I could have stayed between her thighs forever. She was driving me crazy with lust and I ate her out as I'd never eaten a woman in my life! 

"Ready for some cock?" I asked her, my lips dripping with her juice. "Yeah!" she breathed, "I'm ready for anything you want to do!" I pushed her down on her back and got out of my clothes. My dick was rock hard and ready to plunge deep inside her web-lubricated cunt. Getting on top in the missionary position, I used the head of my dick to part the fleshy folds of her labia and slid right in to the hilt. Her tits heaved and she sighed deep in her throat, grabbing me around the waist with her strong legs and pulling me even deeper into her wet channel! 

"Fuck me, you stud!" she growled. "Fuck me so I can't walk for a week. Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!" I used all my strength to slam into her tender hole. "More, harder!" she brayed. I thought to myself that maybe I'd taken on more of a wildcat than I could handle. But no. As I kept up the speed, ramming my big dick as far inside her as possible, her cunt muscles began to convulse, gripping me tightly as she started to climax. It didn't take but about thirty good, hard strokes to get her off. She probably hadn't had a good fuck in years! 

"Cum, baby!" I urged her. "Cum for me. Make my dick wet with you cum juice!" She squealed and came even harder. She liked dirty talk. "Now," I said as I pulled my cum-soaked prick out of her gaping hole, "I want you to suck me off so I can cum, too. I want you to taste your pussy juice all over my fat prick. I want you to deep throat me and make the jizz explode out of my balls!" 

She sat up and opened her lips wide, grabbing my cock with two hands and stuffing my meat inside her lips like the hungry cocksucker she was! My cock swelled and the cum filled it to the tip. I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would explode in her mouth. She sucked hard and I started to shoot my thick cream right down her throat! After she swallowed it all, I dressed her and we took the women up the stairs and put them into the car. He drove Laurel to the hotel, where Peggy took the girl under her wing. And, with Rita wrapped in a blanket and tied with a long piece of rope, we drove to the school to do a little gate-crashing. 

At this point I realized we'd been dealing with amateurs all along. We had under-underestimated them, taking them for teeny-bopper's and academics instead of seeing them for what they were, criminal dilettantes. There were no guards posted, no warning bells, life in the school went on as usual except that the headmistress was occupied with a small group of girls. When Vinnie and I drove toward Parsons' house we saw droves of girls walking from class to class, holding their books clutched in front of them, chattering, carefree. No one would think they were in the thrall of a cruel oligarchy of dykes, and yet they were just that. Those same normal-looking girls had worked as virtual prostitutes for the Sapphite's! It made me angry to think about it ... although I did experience a little patch of glee for personal reasons. What made me boil, though, was the thought of Peggy all scratched up, Laurel spaced out, and Parsons abusing little Linda. That was beyond the pale. 

Before we entered the house I peered in through the window Vinnie pointed out, and there, in full daylight, were the Sapphite's in the throes of an orgy! My eyes bugged out at the sight of them rolling about in all that money, even though Vinnie had prepared me for it. I just couldn't understand anyone treating money so irreverently! They were drunk, crazy drunk, laughing and crying and screaming, all of them naked and in a knot of bodies and limbs doing God only knows what. "Let's go," I said to my trusty chauffeur. 

We kicked the door open and stood on the threshold to await their reaction. They didn't notice us. It looked as though they were all sucking each other's cunts, but it was hard to be sure. They were groveling and rutting and crawling about in the one mess of flesh, groaning and crying out, groping, licking, touching, spilling sweat and pussy juice and spit over the money. I locked the door. It was an old-fashioned lock, the kind that required a big key to turn it. I slipped the key into my pocket and walked past the writhing orgiasts and did the same to the door at the other end of the room. Now they were trapped. The only way out was through the windows, and that was a fifteen-foot drop. 

"Good afternoon, ladies," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. As one they stopped their lovemaking and a dozen pairs of eyes stared up at us. I smiled but no one returned it. Miss Parsons was the first to collect herself. She unraveled her person from the heap and staggered over to the liquor cabinet, where she poured herself a couple of fingers of Scotch. She downed the drink in one gulp and refilled it. Then, holding the glass lopsidedly, she came toward me. 

"What do you want, private dick?" she said. The girls tittered at that pun. "You want the money? Well, you can't have it. Good afternoon to you, sir." She turned her back to me and motioned for her girls to continue what they were doing. Defiantly they started to eat each other again, stopping only when the headmistress passed the bottle around. Was this what their parents were paying through the nose for? 

"I want the money," I said calmly, "and I want it in nice, neat bundles of five thousand dollars." 

"We'll have to launder it first," said Parsons to her girls. She moved her feet apart and stood perfectly still, slightly bent over. The next thing I knew she was pissing on the money, a wobbly trickle of piss failing down from her cunt to all that lovely money! The girls cheered and made to join her. But that's where I drew the line. 

"The first one to piss on the money is going through the window," I said. 

"Go ahead, Linda," said Miss Parsons to her slave. The girl nodded, slightly pale, but she spread her legs in her prone position and let a stream of piss arch out from her blond pussy. I was onto her in a second and picked her up by a wrist and an ankle. Her piss splattered against my legs and over the money, and I was dead serious about throwing her through the window. But then an avalanche of girls overwhelmed me. 

It was like a wet nightmare. Naked bodies covered me, there were pussies in my face, tits in my hand, women reaching for my cock; only their intentions were bad! They wanted to hurt me. I got up like a bear from a pack of dogs and shook them off. "Before you try that again," I hissed furiously, "you'd better take a look at what my partner has in his hand." 

"What? His cock?" quipped Miss Parsons. But then she saw the snub-nosed revolver that he was holding and her sense of humor left her. The girls stared at Vinnie with wide-open eyes. They hadn't seen guns before, apparently. And while they were in shock I took off my clothes, in order to take my revenge for Peggy and Laurel. 

"Eat it, Miss Parsons," I said quietly, "and remember to be gentle or that hair-triggered gun is going to ventilate you." 

"All right," she said, looking defeated and yet intrigued, "don't get mad, I'll do anything you say." 

"And get your slave to do the same for my man, that's a good girl." I stood in the center of the room, arms akimbo, looking down at the tall, angular woman kneeling down before me. She wasn't very good technically, but it excited the hell out of me to have her in that position. No longer the aloof spinster, the leader of the dykes, but a sexy, contrite woman who wanted to please me and only me. Her mouth was surprisingly capacious so that she was able to take my whole cock inside. Lack of experience prevented her from making the best of that, but I was quite happy to let my stiff cock rest inside that palpitating, warm, moist environment. "While you girls arc waiting," I ordered, "you might bundle the money into piles, just as it was when it arrived here." 

Very reluctantly they carried out my commands. The bibs were crumpled, many of them were wet, but they were still valid currency, and that was all Mrs. Van de Kut would care about. When I was sure they were sincere about doing my bidding I let my attention focus on the blow job that the headmistress was giving me. She kneeled before me stiffly, uncomfortable, looking at her girls now and then to see if they were laughing at them. And if one of them caught her eye, Miss Parsons gave an apologetic shrug. 

"Hey, what's the matter, aren't you loving it?" I said suddenly. "Come on, bitch, suck it dry! You know you like it, don't try to tell anyone different. Come on now, big sucks, lick it, eat it!" I grabbed her head with both hands and started to fuck her face with long, steady strokes. She made protesting noises but didn't dare to draw back. Now it was starting to get to me. I fucked her mouth the way I fucked a good pussy, taking my time over it, stopping when it became too tempting to release my load, and entering from all sides to get the full benefit of her warm, wet flesh. 

When the novelty wore off I told one of the girls to eat my ass. What the hell, I wouldn't get another chance like this for a long time, I might as web make the best of it. The girl wasn't at all happy about her assignment, but I insisted. She started off slow, just kissing my buttocks and licking only those parts furthest away from my asshole. I held on to Miss Parsons' head with one hand and reached behind me with the other to get hold of the girl and press her right into the split between my cheeks. She stiffened and offered sullen resistance, so I reached behind me with the other hand as web and forced her to go down on my ass. Miss Parsons kept sucking as if in a trance, so I leaned forward and set my feet further apart to give the girl all the access she needed. 

Shyly, she let her tongue drift down to my asshole, took a quick taste, and pulled away. I pulled her closer and once again she tried. Each attempt resulted in greater familiarity and willingness. Eventually she put some heart into it, sucking my ass with ingenuous zeal. It felt too nice! With Miss Parsons' mouth enclosing my cock and the girl's tongue sneaking up my asshole I felt my whole body revving up, getting warmer and tenser by the second. "Yes, that's the way," I groaned, driving my dick down the headmistress' throat and then shoving my ass back into the girl's face. "Give it to me good. Suck it, lick, eat, you bitches! Make me happy! It will get you off too! Oh Jesus, that's nice, keep going, harder now ... that's it ... now slowly, stick your tongue in further, hey you, come over here and lick my balls!" A girl hurried over and sat between my legs, wedged between the women, to look up and open her mouth wide. She took my balls inside the way people eat rollups, and she held them there. 

"Hey boss! Take the gun, will ya, I'm about to blow!" Vinnie's strangled cry snapped me out of the dense euphoria, and I looked around just in time to see the gun coming at me. Miss Parsons let go of my cock and made a jump for it but I just beat her to it. 

"No you don't!" I yelled, pulling her face back on my cock. "Just keep sucking and forget the gun!" She smiled and opened her lips wide to accommodate as she sank back to her knees and took my cock into her mouth at once. The girls seemed to have learned a lesson from that incident. They were still busy picking up the money but I noticed they were sticking close to me and my three lovely suckers. It occurred to me that they were waiting for me to lose my bearings when I blew, and then to snatch the gun from me. Well, if that was their plan they were in for a disappointment. I had once shot a man through the leg while his wife was giving me a blowjob, and I told them so. They eased back toward the walls and I subjected myself to the final phase of this triple treat. 

Warm wet mouths suckled all my privates and sent buzzes of pleasure through my body. Not long now. I started to hear my own groans as if from a distance. My hips drove my cock into Miss Parsons' mouth with jerky, impatient motions. The girl sucking my ass was getting involved with it now and had her tongue so deep inside me that I wondered if she kept it robed up when she wasn't using it. And the one with my balls in her mouth let her spit brew about my flesh to amplify those wild tingles into full fledged pleasures. 

"GO TO IT!" I yelled suddenly. "SUCK AS HARD AS YOU CAN, YES, YES, EAT IT, OH CHRIST THAT'S NICE, NNNGGGGHHH, AAARRRGGHHH, UNH!!" And out it poured, cream galore washing about in Miss Parsons' mouth, dribbling out from between her lips and sliding down her throat. After the first couple of blurts I turned my attention to the surrounding girls and merrily waved my gun at them to remind them who was on top. "Suck me dry, Miss Parsons, and you two keep eating me until I tell you stop." I let them go at it for another five minutes, until the others had finished packing the money back into the bag. The bundles weren't neat but I was reasonably sure that all of it was there. 

"Thank you one and all," I said, pushing the women away and putting my clothes back on while Vinnie covered them. "Now, I want you to come with us, Miss Parsons. The rest of you can go and thank your lucky stars or something." 

"You're forgetting one vital element; Mr. McCanoczek," sneered the headmistress. "If you take me and the money my associates will surely dispose of Laurel Van de Kut." 

"If your sister can undo her ropes and find her, I'm sure she would," I said agreeably. "However, if you want to see your sister again I suggest you come with us." Her mouth fell open and her eyes stared at us dully. She was so shocked that when I opened the door she just walked out, naked as she was, with sperm stains trailing down her chin. Vinnie followed us with the gun and the money. Once back in the car I put the headmistress into the back seat with her sister, saying that I was sure they had tons to talk about. They looked at me like cobras about to strike. 

Much later, when the Parsons sisters had been turned over to the police, the reward money was snug in my bank account, and Laurel was convalescing in her own room, Mrs. Van de Kut invited me for a drink in private. After the second one she asked if she could do anything for me, and her lecherous tone indicated that she wanted me to want something. But I was drained, empty, my balls were no bigger than bee bee pellets, and for once in my life I was more interested in talk than sex. 

"Well, all right," she said, looking away in a huff, "I won't take it personally, I know you're not a virile man. But you really ought to see a psychiatrist about your inability, Mr. Mac." 

"It comes and goes," I said with a shrug. "And right now it's gone. But if you're any good at faith-healing, laying on of hands and all that, you might perform a miracle." Her disappointed look gave way to one of delight, and a moment later our professional relationship turned into a lecherous one. And as far as I was concerned, it was a fitting conclusion to my most sex-sodden caper. 

THE END of BOOK II