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Subject:      Blind Date (mmm/fff, teen, rape, Rohypnol) 1/2
From:         Cruiser@sicknet.com (The Cruiser)
Date:         1996/12/23
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The following text includes very sexually explicit material.  If you
are underage, read no further. - tC

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Blind Date - One

Sarah James was president of the student body at the high school she
attended in the upscale neighborhood where she lived all her life.
Sarah was, of course, an honor roll student as well as one of the
hottest players on the school tennis team.  Sarah had a slim, athletic
build with long, nicely muscled legs, trim hips, and an angelic face
framed by silky, dark hair that she usually wore long and flowing like
a soft, dark cape which hung down past her waist.  Her bust, although
not overly large, was more than adequate to compliment the rest of her
practically perfect body.

Her mother and father were both well respected, young professionals
and loved their beautiful, seventeen year old daughter very much.
They were very pleased with the fact that Sarah took such pride in
herself and in her school.  She was not the type to take drugs or to
"run" with lots of boys from the proverbial "wrong side of town".

It came as quite a surprise to them then, when mid-way through the
first semester of Sarah's senior year, their daughter began to exhibit
some unusual behavior one day.  Her mother noticed it first.  In the
past, young Sarah was fastidious, practically to a fault, about her
appearance.  The young beauty wouldn't dream of even leaving the
confines her bedroom, without brushing out her long, dark hair and
making sure that her face was clean.  Even when she wore blue jeans,
Sarah, chose only the best, designer cuts that would accentuate her
girlish curves.  Whenever she went out, Sarah took great care to apply
just the right amount of makeup to her naturally, lovely face.  In
short, Sarah's appearance was always impeccable.

So, when Sarah's Mom found her lovely daughter sitting at the
breakfast table on Sunday morning, her hair a mess, her clothes
looking as though they'd been slept in and her face unwashed, she had
to ask, "Are you alright darling?"

"Yeah, Mom.  I think so.  I just feel kinda woozy, that's all."

Sarah had been out with her girlfriends the night before.  Her parents
trusted her explicitly and very seldom questioned her as to her
comings and goings.  She could go wherever she pleased within reason,
and was allowed to stay out as late as she wanted provided her
schoolwork didn't suffer.

This morning, however, Sarah's Mom was worried.  "Where did you and
your little friends go last night?"

"We went out to Staples Mall," Sarah replied practically inaudibly,
cradling her face in her hand.

Try as she might, Sarah couldn't seem to piece together exactly where
she had gone after arriving at the mall, or when she had come home.
She remembered meeting Lindy and Nichole at B. Dalton Booksellers.
The three teenagers had then left the mall after visiting a few more
shops and had gone to Giolitti's Pizza.  She vaguely remembered that
geek, Billy bothering the three of them as usual.

Billy had only been working at the pizzeria for a month or two.  'It
was a shame,' Sarah thought.  She really liked the place, but when she
and her girlfriends ate there while Billy was working, they had to
spend the whole time keeping away from the greasy, young man.  He was
all hands, he smelled bad and he was stupid.  His step-father was the
owner of the pizza parlor, so Billy's job was secure no matter how
much he harassed some of the customers.  Sarah's friend, Lindy told
her once that she had actually overheard Billy's step-dad encouraging
his dim-witted step-son to pay very "special attention" to any young
girls who frequented the pizzeria.  Sarah simply couldn't believe
that.  She told her friend that she must have misunderstood the man.
'After all,' Sarah reasoned,' Billy's step-dad is an adult and a
business man like her Dad.'

"Sarah... Sarah, are you OK?"

Sarah shook herself back into the present.  Her Mom was leaning over
her, shaking her daughter gently by the shoulder.  Her mother looked
very concerned.

"Have you got a fever, darling?  You really don't look well."

"No, Mom, I don't think so.  I think maybe I'll go back to bed for
awhile."

"OK, honey.  I've got to go the supermarket, and I'll be back in an
hour.  Do you think you'll be alright 'til I get back?"

"Yeah, Mom, I'll be OK, really."  Sarah gave her mother a weak smile,
got up from the table and walked on wobbly legs toward her bedroom at
the end of the hall.  She felt terrible.  She was light headed and
weak.  She felt mildly nauseated, and her stomach churned
uncomfortably.  She also had an unpleasant yet somehow familiar
feeling in her lower abdomen, a throbbing soreness, along with some
cramping.  Perhaps just the onset of her period.

Sarah lay on her bed and tried once again to remember what had
happened the night before.  She remembered eating dinner, then
something about a credit card, and that was about it.  Sarah was
exhausted and slowly slipped into a fitful half-sleep.

Soon the she fell into an unpleasant, surreal dream.  Through a haze,
Sarah saw people manhandling her friends, carrying them away.  Then
strong hands were lifting her, then nothing.  Next came a feeling of
floating and of being placed prone on a very hard surface.  In the
background, Sarah, heard laughter, then groans or cries.

Sarah awoke a few hours later not feeling much better.  She got up to
use the bathroom.  Sarah pulled down her panties and sat on the
toilet, but when she bore down, the uncomfortable feeling in her lower
abdomen became much more pronounced, radiating to her lower back.  The
teenager was a little alarmed to see a small amount of blood on the
toilet paper when she wiped herself.  'What's happening to me?' Sarah
thought.

Dropping the piece of toilet paper into the bowl, Sarah began to
explore herself gingerly with one finger.  She found that she was
rather tender down there, particularly around her vaginal opening.
"Ow!" she moaned softly.  She was really sore.  Carefully, the young
girl slipped her finger up inside her vagina.  She seemed to be
swollen inside.  It felt almost like..... 'almost like she'd had sex?'
she asked herself.  'No way!' she thought.  'That's just not
possible!'

Sarah had had sex only once in her life.  That had been a year ago
after a party.  She had had a little too much to drink which was very
unlike her, and later had let her boyfriend, Rick go a lot farther
than she later would have cared to admit.  But, it had happened.  It
had hurt a little, but Rick had been as gentle as he knew how.  It had
been his first time too.  Sarah wasn't too proud of having allowed it
to happen and refused Rick any further advances after that night,
claiming she was worried about getting pregnant, the usual excuses.
Rick cared about her, and thankfully didn't pursue the matter too
diligently.  Sarah had been celibate ever since.

But now?  'No.. No way!' she reassured herself.  'After all, she had
only gone to dinner with her friends.'  Sarah knew that much about the
evening past.  She removed her finger from her vagina.  Before
withdrawing her hand from between her legs, Sarah allowed her finger
to trace carefully back over her anal opening, a place she never
"visited".  She felt raw and tender back there too.  This, mixed with
the uncomfortable feeling that radiated down from her lower back, made
the young girl wonder again what exactly had happened to her last
night.  She got back into her warm, safe bed and soon drifted off to
sleep again.  For some reason, she was exhausted.

"I dunno, Pop.  We could get in a lot of trouble," young Billy said to
his step-father in the secret, back room of Giolitti's Pizza.  The
small pizza parlor was located on a back street near the big, brightly
lit mall and had been in business for many years.  Billy's step-father
bought the place about three years ago and did a reasonably good
business.  Most of his customers were young, high school age kids.
Many of them came to his place of business because the atmosphere was
dark and sort of romantic, at least in the eyes of a sixteen year old.

"Don't gimme that shit, boy!" Rob Frankel retorted.  "You just do like
I tell ya, and everything will work out just fine.  I thought you told
me that you wanted to fuck a couple of those little cheerleader types.
I know I do.  I got my eye on that little, dark headed number.  What's
her name?"

"Sarah," Billy mumbled.

"What'd ya say, son.  Speak up!"

"Sarah.  Her name is Sarah, Sarah James, I think."

"Sarah.. Yeah, I like her.   Sarah and I are gonna be real close," the
big man growled.  "You just be god damn sure you do exactly what I
tell ya to.  Understand?"

"Yea... Yes sir," Billy stammered.  Billy was intimidated by his
step-father, but was willing to go along with him this time.  He
fantasized about sinking his cock into one of those squirming, young
bodies.  Oh yes, Billy would do exactly as he was told.

In addition to owning the pizzeria, Rob Frankel was known in some of
the seedier circles around town to run a prostitution business on the
side.  It was very profitable because he specialized in providing his
clients with young, unconscious victims.  In addition to his in-house
service, Frankel was also the local provider of date-rape drugs.  This
little enterprise was also very popular and profitable.

Of the various drugs Frankel offered, which there were many, including
gamma hydroxy butyrate or GHB, better known as Easy Lay and Liquid X,
Rohypnol was the preferred drug of his "sleepy time" clients.  When
administered, drugs like Rohypnol rendered women helpless. Victims
weren't aware it had been added to their drinks, because the drug was
tasteless and odorless.  Rohypnol is intended for use in treating
people with severe, sleep disorders and is ten times more powerful
than Valium. It can induce amnesia as a side effect, which obviously
impairs the victim's ability to relay what transpired and to recall
recent events.  Frankel's clients preferred Rohypnol because it's
fast-acting. Its effects begin within thirty minutes, peak within two
hours and may persist up to eight hours or more. Often times, the
effects have lasted as much as twenty-four hours after ingestion.

"Keep an eye peeled, son, and let me know if those three young
pretties show up tonight.  If they do, we're all ready for them."
Frankel walked away, rubbing his crotch, muttering, "Sarah".

As he had hoped, Sarah James and her two pretty, young friends
strolled into the pizzeria at around 6:00 PM.  Billy hurried to their
table and handed out menus to the three beauties.  Sarah took the
offered menu without so much as a glance in Billy's direction.  This
burned the young man.  'Don't worry.  You'll get yours tonight!' Billy
thought to himself, allowing a slight smile to cross his poorly
complected face.

Sarah's companions were both blonds.  Lindy, the smaller of the two
was a real cutie, Billy thought.  She looked to be maybe sixteen years
old.  She had shoulder length, light blond hair that framed her pretty
face in contrast to her dark tan.  Lindy had the most incredible,
luminescent, blue eyes.  Billy caught himself day dreaming a vision of
the blond's blue eyes open wide and staring as foreign flesh invaded
her tender body.  The other girl, Nichole, was tall and lean, sort of
like Sarah, only not nearly so strikingly beautiful.  Nichole wore her
long, blond hair in a pony tail that hung to her narrow hips.  She had
a pretty face, but her mouth seemed overly large.  'His step-dad would
find a good use for that,' Billy smirked to himself.  Nichole looked
to be maybe sixteen or seventeen as well.

"Good evening, ladies," Billy said in his unctuous voice.

"Hi, Billy," Lindy said, giving him a little smile as she took the
offered menu.  Lindy was a friendly girl.  Neither Nichole or Sarah
replied at all.

"Can I get you ladies something to drink?"

"Coke will be fine with me," Sarah said not looking up from her menu.

"Coke's fine," said Lindy

"And for me too," replied Nichole.

"Three cokes," Billy said, scribbling on his pad.  'Perfect,' he
thought.  'They won't even taste it.'  "Do you girls want a minute to
decide?"

All three nodded.

"OK, then.  I'll be right back with your cokes."  Billy spun on his
heal and walked away toward the back.

Billy burst through the door to the office where his step-father sat
at his desk.  "They're here!" Billy said excitedly.

"Are they now.  Well isn't that nice."  The big man smiled lewdly.  "I
suppose I ought to call a couple of my best customers.  Have the young
ladies been dosed yet?"

"No, not yet.  I was on my way to fix their drinks, but I thought I'd
let you know they were here first," Billy replied.

"Very good, Billy.  You did the right thing, but go now and let's get
things started.  Remember, small glasses and lots of salt on their
pizzas."

"I remember, and Pop," Billy hesitated nervously.  "Do you think I can
have the one named Lindy?  She's got shorter blond hair, and she
smiled at me so nice."

"Maybe so, Son, but only after our customers have had a go at her.
Then we'll see.  Now get outta here and get moving."

Rob Frankel dialed the phone.  "Hello, Stan.  Rob here.  Yeah, I've
got three young ones tonight.  Are you interested?  Good.. good.
Billy's dosing them as we speak.  Gimme about an hour to get our
little, sleeping beauties ready for you, then come on over.  Come in
the back way and bring cash this time, Stan.  Yes sir, buddy.  You're
really gonna like these little ladies.  I've had my eye on 'em
personally all year.  See you in awhile.  Bye."

Rob made a similar call to another old customer.  After hanging up the
phone, he got up and made his way over to the small, one-way mirror
that looked out onto the restaurant.  He saw his half-wit step-son
serving drinks to three very attractive, young girls.  Rob's lecherous
eye immediately locked onto the tall, slim, dark haired teenager.
'Sarah,' he whispered to himself, unconsciously rubbing his stiffening
cock.

It was still pretty early for a Saturday night and the pizzeria was
empty save his three star customers.  Rob Frankel thanked his lucky
stars when about fifteen minutes later he again looked through the
one-way mirror.  What he saw brought a big grin to his chubby face.
All three of his intended conquests were looking very groggy indeed.
Gone were their animated gestures and giggles.  He saw the little
blond his step-son had taken a shine to lift a piece of pizza to her
mouth and almost drop it.  When she tried to recover, her movements
were noticeably sluggish.  The other blond, 'the one with the perfect
blow job mouth,' Frankel thought, was actually slumped in the corner
of the dark  booth.  Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be
asleep.  Sarah shook her head in an attempt to clear away the cobwebs,
flinging her long, dark hair around her shoulders.

His step-son approached the booth cautiously.  "Can I get anything
else for you ladies?" he asked, looking directly at Sarah.

Sarah looked up at Billy and tried to answer.  She struggled to form a
cohesive sentence.  "I.. I think the check will be fine, thank you."

Billy smiled and produced the bill from the front pocket of his red
apron.  He handed it to Sarah.  Her hand dropped to the table once
when she reached for it, but she managed to take the bill from the
grinning young man on her second try.

'What's he grinning at?' Sarah thought groggily.  Then out loud she
said to no one in particular, "I just don't know what's come over me."
She failed to notice the fact that her two friends were dozing
opposite her in the booth.  Sarah glanced at the bill, then fished a
credit card out of her purse with jerky, uncoordinated movements then
handed it to Billy.

Billy smiled politely and said, "I'll be right back with this, ma'am."
Sarah leaned back heavily in her seat.

It seemed like only a few seconds passed, and Billy was back.
"Ma'am.... Ma'am, I'm afraid there's a  problem with this credit
card."

"Wha...?" Sarah said coming out of a doze.

"I said, there seems to be a  problem with your credit card, Ma'am."

"But, how?  I..." Sarah answered disjointedly.

"Young lady, I think you and your friends should come with us."  Sarah
looked up, the alarm obvious on her face, and there stood Billy's
step-father looking very serious.

Sarah opened her mouth to protest, but Rob Frankel cut her off.  "I
said, you and your  friends need to follow me back to my office so we
can get this problem straightened out.  Right now, young lady.  What's
your name, anyway?" he said gruffly.

"Sarah... Sarah James," the young girl said sleepily.

"Here, let me help you up, Sarah James.  Billy, help her friends."

Without hesitation, the big man took Sarah by her arm and practically
dragged her from the booth.  Sarah was simply to out of it to resist.
She and her two friends were then quickly whisked away into the back
of the restaurant by Rob Frankel and his step-son.  Lindy and Nichole
were barely able to walk and stumbled along behind with Billy's help.
Sarah soon found herself seated in a chair facing Mr. Frankel.  The
big man sat behind his desk glaring at her.  She turned her head to
see her two friends leaning against each other on a ragged looking
couch against the far wall of the office.  They appeared to be fast
asleep.

'That's strange,' Sarah's befuddled mind spoke to her.  After that,
Sarah James remembered very little until she awoke in Lindy's car much
later that night.

Rob Frankel let the three teenagers snooze peacefully in his office
for another 30 minutes.  "Rohypnol is wonderful stuff," Frankel said
to Billy who sat looking longingly at Lindy.  "But it doesn't pay to
rush things.  These little ladies are gonna provide us with a very
entertaining evening, my boy.  Let's go get the room ready for them.
Stan and Tom will be here any minute."

Billy helped his step-father with the preparations in the back room.
They busied themselves with various equipment when suddenly there came
a knock on the heavy, steel door hidden back in the shadows.  "Get the
door, will you, Son," Rob said.  Billy opened the rear door and in
walked two rough looking men.  Billy knew them to be regular customers
of his step-father's.  Billy was none to fond of either of them.  They
were surly and intimidating.

"Hey, punk," the one named Stan said as he crowded past Billy.
"Where's that old man of yours?"  As Billy pointed to the front of the
room, he was practically knocked off his feet by the second man.

"Outta the way, kid!" the big, black man said gruffly.  "It's play
time."

The two big men walked toward the front of the big room.  As they
stepped into the light, they looked around, noticing the three
stainless steal tables set up side by side in the center of the room.
Standing next to each was a hanging rack with enema bags and hoses
dangling ready for use.  On another table nearby was an assortment of
accessories including some very large dildos and several vibrator-like
devices.  All was in readiness.

"Tom, Stan, How the hell are ya!"  Rob said as he walked in from the
hall area.

"Good, Rob.  Real good.  But I'm ready to get it on.  Where are our
playmates?"

"Let's see the cash, Stan," Rob said.  "You know my policy, 'No cash,
no gash!'"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Stan said.  "Here ya go."  He slapped a big wad of
bills into Rob's outstretched hand.  "Come on, Tom, pay the man.
These  bitches better be good."

"Don't you worry about that.  I only deliver the finest.  Just to
prove it, I'm gonna join you fellas tonight.  The dark haired one
sittin' at my desk is mine."

"OK," Stan said.  "Let's see 'em.  I'm itchin' for some tight snatch.
How 'bout you, Tom?"  The big, black man only nodded.  Billy, who had
been watching and listening from the shadows, had a very uneasy
feeling about the man named Tom.  He looked dangerous.

"Follow me, gents," Rob said.  "The ladies are having a nap in my
office."

The three teenage girls were totally unconscious when the Rob and his
clients entered his office followed by Billy.

"Those two ours?" Tom asked, pointing to the two sleeping blonds on
the sofa.  The two girls were leaning propped against each other
toward the center of the ragged couch.

"Yes sir.  Go on and get acquainted.  I'm gonna take mine on into the
other room and get started with her in there," Rob said to the two
men.  Then he walked over to where Sarah lay slumped over in the chair
near his desk.  He leaned down and picked up the young girl
effortlessly.  Billy held the door for his step-father as he left the
office carrying his prize.

Stan and Tom exchanged a brief grin, then moved toward the couch
rubbing their hands together as if they were starving men approaching
a table laden with a feast.  They each took a seat on opposite ends of
the couch on either side of the two unconscious, school girls.  Stan
glanced up to see Billy looking on nervously.  "You're gonna wanna
watch this, Kid.  You might learn something."

Billy stared at his feet and said nothing.

"Take a seat over there and shut the fuck up!" the big, black man
named Tom added menacingly.

Billy practically jumped into the chair that Sarah had been sitting
in.  He was none too happy about the fact that Tom had chosen to sit
next to Lindy.

"This one's got nice, long hair," Stan said as he pulled the sleeping
Nichole away from Lindy and leaned her inert form against himself.
Nichole's head fell onto his shoulder as he wrapped a brawny arm
around her.  Billy noticed the young girl's chest rise and fall slowly
and evenly.  Stan placed a hand on Nichole's cheek and turned her face
toward him.  Next the big man kissed the sleeping teen on the lips,
then placing his hand on Nichole's chin, he opened her mouth.  Billy
saw the young girl's chest heave slightly when Stan pushed his tongue
into her mouth.  Stan went about kissing the girl while his right hand
slipped from her cheek down to her breast.  Other than the occasional
quick rise and fall of her chest, Nichole barely registered the fact
that a perfect stranger had begun to kneed and pinch her firm, young
breasts through the light, cotton pullover she wore.

Reluctantly, Billy's eyes were torn from Nichole and her lover to the
other end of the couch.  Tom was proceeding much more quickly with
Lindy.  He already had the young girl laid back on the end of the
couch with one of her feet on the floor and the other up on the seat
of the sofa, effectively spreading her legs.  One of Tom's big, black
arms protruded from under Lindy's short, plaid skirt.  Billy's mouth
became dry as he stared spellbound at her skirt moving in an area well
up between her legs.  Lindy's head lay on the padded arm of the sofa,
but she faced away so Billy couldn't see her expressions, though Billy
could see the soft, pale skin of her belly where Tom had pulled her
button down blouse out from inside the waist of her skirt.  When Tom
squeezed the young girl down there, Lindy's belly bulged outward.

"This one's got one hot pussy," Tom said looking at Stan.  "Hell, man,
I've only been rubbing her cunt for a minute and already she's wet
right through her panties."  When he pulled his hand from under
Lindy's skirt, Billy could see it was wet.

"Yeah, man.  I just love teenage girls.  This little lady's got the
perkiest  titties I've ever felt.  Even through her shirt and bra I
can feel her nipples gettin' hard, and she tastes so sweet.

"Hey, let's get 'em in the back room where we can really have some
fun.  I can't wait to dip my big, black cock into this one."

Billy's heart skipped a beat.  He didn't know whether he felt
excitement or disgust at the prospect of watching this big, black man
fuck the young blond.  Well, it sounded to him like he was going to
have to watch, no matter what.

"Get the door, kid," Stan commanded as he rose from the couch and
scooped up Nichole in his arms.  Billy held the door while the two men
carried their purchases into the hall.

As they entered the infamous back room, Billy noticed his step-father
folding the yellow skirt that Sarah had been wearing which he placed
carefully on top of a pile of clothing on a side table.

"Looks like old Rob's gettin' a head start on us Tom," Stan said as he
barged into the room with young Nichole in his arms and moved toward
one of the three metal tables.

That's when Billy's gaze was pulled toward the three tables in the
center of the room.  On one lay the most incredible sight that Billy
had ever seen.  The beautiful Sarah James, head of her class at
school, lay completely naked on the examination table, her shapely
legs together and her arms at her sides.  Rob Frankel, noticing his
step-son's stare said, "You like what you see, boy?  Come over here
and take a closer look.  This is probably one of the most perfect
examples of young, female flesh that you'll ever see."

Billy watched Tom deposit Lindy on the table to the left of Sarah.
Immediately the big man began to disrobe the young blond.  As Billy
moved with trance-like steps toward the table where young Sarah lay,
he heard his step-father continue, "Just look at her tits, son.
They're so firm.  Hell even layin' on her back they stand up nice and
proud.  And those little, pink nipples."  Rob reached out and took one
between his finger and thumb and gave it a twist.  Sarah sighed
softly, but that was all.  When he released her nipple, Sarah's breast
shook enticingly.  "Check out her smooth, firm belly.  I'll bet this
little girl's got muscles inside that'll drive a man crazy.  Yes sir,
Sarah's gonna make your step-father a happy man tonight.  Did you see
her pussy, Billy.  Have you ever seen a prettier sight?  Look how
prominent her pubic arch is.  See how it stands up higher than her
thighs.  That means she can handle a lotta cock, son."  Sarah's firm
tummy rose slightly when Rob placed a hand over the wispy, soft, dark
brown down that covered her pussy.  Billy's mouth began to water as he
watched his step- father start to rub Sarah slowly and gently.

That's when Billy heard what sounded like gagging.  He looked to his
right just in time to see Stan bury his big cock to the hilt in
Nichole's throat.  Stan hadn't wasted any time with Nichole.  He had
immediately recognized a good blow job mouth and had gone right for
it.  The young girl lay on her back with her head hung over the edge
of the table.  Stan had adjusted the height of the table to bring
Nichole's open mouth level with his hips.  He had also pulled her
shirt and bra up under her armpits, exposing her tits which he was
currently mauling roughly.  Billy saw the unconscious girl's chest and
tummy begin to heave convulsively as her airway was completely cut
off.  Stan ignored this and continued to squeeze the young girl's
breasts unmercifully, causing her shoulders to heave from side to
side.  Finally, he pulled back with his hips, withdrawing what looked
like about nine inches of glistening cock shaft from Nichole's mouth.
More gagging and wheezing noises erupted from the unfortunate, young
teenager.

"Hey! Pay attention, son.  I'm tryin' to teach you something here,"
Billy's step-father said gruffly.  He continued to massage Sarah's
pussy.  "I'm gonna show you how to get a young woman aroused, son,
even when she's unconscious.  Get's 'em nice and wet and easier to
fuck."

Billy noticed that Sarah's hips moved slightly each time his
step-father squeezed her.  Obviously she could feel what was happening
to her.  From the nearby table Frankel picked up a slim, white,
tubular device.  The tip of which tapered to a rounded point.  Billy's
step-dad twisted the small nob on the blunt end of the device, and
immediately it started to hum.

"This is a small vibrator, Billy.  With it I'm gonna get this little
bitch hotter'n a firecracker."

Frankel placed the tip of the instrument to the top of the line of
dark hair that ran down along Sarah's pussy slit and disappeared
between her thighs.  Slowly he moved the vibrator down the length of
Sarah's slit allowing the tip to just part her soft, pubic hair, but
not actually making contact with her pussy lips.

Billy witnessed a wide range of expressions flash across her
countenance.  Sarah's eye lids flickered at first, then her pretty
face registered what appeared to be pain.  Quickly though, as Frankel
moved the tip of the vibrator slowly back to the top of her slit, the
young girl rolled her head to one side and sighed deeply.  Billy saw
the tip of her tongue and a hint of sparkling, white teeth between her
slightly, parted lips.  Sarah's tummy bulged outward suddenly,
startling Billy.

"Oh, yeah.  She's feelin' it.  Just look at her face, son.  Pretty
soon, she's gonna be one happy, little lady."  With his left hand
Frankel carefully parted Sarah's vulva.  Billy got his first sight of
the enticing, pink flesh that lay between.  "Watch her face now, son."

Frankel touched the tip of the vibrator to the very top of Sarah's
opened slit,  just above a small, moist looking, raised nub.  The
reaction was instantaneous.  Sarah's mouth opened wider, and she
gasped in a deep breath as her hips pushed up off the table.  Frankel
pushed down with his left hand on Sarah's pubic arch, forcing her body
back down on the table.  At the same time he let go of her pussy lips
with his fingers, allowing the resilient flesh to close around the tip
of the vibrator.  He twisted the device slowly, pushing it down
slightly against her clitoris.  Sarah's head rolled quickly to the
other side and her stomach muscles contracted violently.

"Yes sir," Frankel said aloud.  "This one's gonna be good!"

"You think she's good," Tom said suddenly from the table on the left.
"This one's a virgin."

Billy was so engrossed in watching his step-father manipulate the
vibrator between Sarah's pussy lips that he had forgotten entirely
about Tom and the young blond that Billy had eyes for.  The young man
was shocked to see Lindy stretched out on her back on the adjacent
table.  The big, black man had not bothered to remove her skirt or
blouse after all.  He had simply stripped the young girl of her
panties then pulled her skirt up so that it practically covered her
face.  From what Billy could see of her, it looked like Lindy had a
very sparse covering of white-blond, pubic hair which just barely
covered her pubic mound, leaving her vulva virtually hairless and
smooth.  Billy had a pretty good view too, because Tom had Lindy's
legs spread wide.  Her knees rested over his shoulders and her shapely
calves lay on his broad back.  Tom's face was only inches from Lindy's
pussy.

"No extra charge," Billy's step-father said to Tom with a grin.
"Enjoy her."

"Oh I will," Tom said as he dropped his mouth to the young girl's
spread pussy.  Billy heard a little whimper come from Lindy and saw
her back arch slightly as the big man began to feast on her.  Billy
watched Tom chase Lindy's cunt with his mouth as the unconscious
teenager rolled her hips from side to side.  Tom's cheeks and chin
worked furiously, and loud slurping noises came from between Lindy's
thighs.

Billy's attention was draw to his right by a gurgling sound followed
by a long, low groan.  Stan had just cum, his big cock lodged deep in
Nichole's throat.  Billy could see the muscles of her throat moving
quickly as out of instinct and necessity, the young lady swallowed
copious amounts of semen to keep from drowning.  The gurgling sounds
came again from young Nichole when Stan thrust and withdrew several
times in rapid succession, his heavy testicles slapping on his
plaything's forehead.

Then, from right in front of him came a shuddering moan.  Billy looked
back to see his step- father grinning from ear to ear.  Sarah's hips
pumped spasmodically as Frankel moved the vibrator up and down between
her vulva, pausing at the top of her slit each time to rotate the tip
over the young girl's clitoris.  Billy noticed the hum of the vibrator
change pitch from a high whine like that of an electric razor when his
step-father administered to Sarah's clitoris, to a lower more growling
buzz when he pushed the device down between Sarah's thighs where the
sound became muffled by the tender, surrounding flesh.  Again a
shuddering moan escaped the young girl's lips.  Billy looked up at his
step-father.

"She's gonna cum, boy.  Just look how wet she is."  Briefly he pulled
the vibrator from Sarah's pussy and held it up for Billy to inspect.
Billy could plainly see that the tip and most of the shaft of the
device were coated with a clear, silky fluid.  "Girl juice," Frankel
said with a grin.  "Best stuff that ever was."  To Billy's surprise,
he popped the vibrator into his mouth and sucked it clean.  "Mmmm,
this one tastes good.  Now you just watch while your step-daddy makes
this little lady cum."

Frankel returned the tip of the vibrator to Sarah's wet slit and began
to move it rhymically up and down.  Immediately the girl's hips fell
into time.  After only a few second's, Billy noticed her begin to
shiver, then without warning, his step-father pushed his hand down
between Sarah's thighs.  Suddenly the sound of the vibrator became
almost inaudible.  Frankel had pushed it up inside Sarah.  When
Frankel withdrew his hand without the vibrator, Billy noticed his
fingers and the back of his hand were coated with fluid.

Sarah's head began to roll from side to side and her breaths came in
convulsive gasps.  Frankel quickly leaned over and took one of the
teenager's rigid, little nipples between his teeth and began to
nibble.  He returned his right hand to Sarah's pussy and began to
swirl his middle finger around in tight circles over her clitoris.
Suddenly, Sarah's hips came up off the table as she began to hump at
Frankel's hand.  Then a long pulsating whine issued from her open
mouth in the same tempo as her thrusting pelvis.  Young Sarah James
came, not for the last time that evening.

Billy's senses began to overload as the room filled with the sweet
sounds of young women in the throes of orgasm.  Billy also could smell
the scent of hot female flesh.  A sharp cry got his attention.
Billy's head snapped to his left just in time to see Tom push his hips
forward.  Between Toms pelvis and Lindy's small, blond cunt was the
largest piece of cock meat that Billy had ever seen.  The bloody thing
had to be every bit of a foot long and damn close to three inches in
diameter.

"Man this little virgin's a tight one!" Tom said, grinning Billy's
way.  "You think it'll fit?"  He nodded down at his mammoth tool.

"I... I..."  Billy was speechless.

Tom pushed forward hard.  Billy watched, fascinated as at least six
inches of the huge, black log quickly disappeared into Lindy.  A low
cry came from the helpless girl, followed by a deep, guttural grunt.
She did not, however, regain consciousness.  Billy was amazed.  He
knew that Rohypnol was good stuff, but this was incredible.  Another
two inches of Tom's cock slipped into Lindy while Billy stood
dumfounded, unable to tear his eyes from the spectacle.

"That's my man, Tom," Frankel laughed.  "He sure knows how to break
'em in.  She'll never get another cock like that one."  Tom grinned
back as he began to slowly fuck his young victim.

Continued...


