Schoolteacher's Stud
[aka 'The Innocent Schoolteacher' or 'Wild Schoolteachers']
by Rod Waleman


CHAPTER I 

Nancy Volmering woke from a light doze in the front seat of the Toronado as 
its wheels bounced on an off-street ramp. She stared uncomprehendingly for 
an instant at the lights of the motel before which the car stopped, then at 
her nephew, Dave Volmering, behind the wheel of the car, and finally at the 
back seat where her friends, Elaine Stacer and Karen Page, were picking up 
handbags preparatory to alighting. 

Nancy glanced at her watch. It was 8:30 P.M. "Where are we?" she asked, 
stifling a yawn. 

"Big Spring, Texas," Elaine said from the back seat. 

"And we've come 700 miles in thirteen hours," Karen said. 

"Dave's a good driver," Nancy said. 

"Listen, before we go inside, let's do some figuring," Elaine proposed. "We 
all want to hold expenses down. Nancy, how about you and Dave sharing a room 
together? You can call yourselves brother and sister, and we can save a 
couple of bucks." 

Nancy hesitated. "I don't mind," she said slowly, and glanced at Dave, "if 
Dave doesn't." 

Dave Volmering had lighted a cigarette as soon as the car stopped. He drew 
on it now, sitting in the half-darkness of the Toronado, and the glow 
illuminated his tanned, good-looking features and thick-necked, 
wide-shouldered upper body in a T-shirt. "I don't mind," he said quietly. 
His voice was a heavy-sounding bass, oddly at contrast with his youthful 
appearance. Dave's father was Nancy's oldest uncle, and there was only eight 
years difference between Nancy and Dave. "Then let!s go," Elaine said 
briskly. There was the sound of clicking door locks opening. Nancy opened 
her door and slid stiffly from the seat. She smoothed the skirt of her dress 
over her plump hips and stretched languidly. Nancy Volmering was 
twenty-eight, brown-eyed, dark-haired, ivory-complexioned, chubby, and 
quietly attractive. Along with her friends, Elaine and Karen, she was a 
schoolteacher in the Phoenix grammar school system. They had started from 
Phoenix that morning upon an unexpected vacation caused by the Arizona state 
fire marshal's closing down their school until its fire escapes were 
improved. Dave had been coaxed into serving as chauffeur for a trip to New 
Orleans and the Mardi Gras. 

Nancy followed her friends into the motel office. "Gee, it's a lot more 
chilly here than it is in Phoenix," Karen shivered. She held out a smooth, 
silky-skinned forearm, displaying goose bumps. 

Karen was a gray-eyed blonde who taught phys ed. Elaine was a spectacular 
redhead, blue-eyed, and a divorcee. She was a year older than Nancy, Karen a 
year younger. 

Elaine bargained at the registration desk for double rooms with a bath 
between. They all registered, Nancy signing for Dave. Outside, Dave had left 
the car and was standing beside the swimming pool. "Think I'll take a dip," 
he said, accepting the room keys Elaine handed him. He went back to the 
Toronado in a graceful stride and drove it to their rooms, where he opened 
the doors. He unlocked the trunk and removed the girls' overnight bags and 
his own flight bag-there was more luggage on the Toronado's roof-rack-and 
carried the four bags effortlessly inside. 

Elaine watched the performance with a speculative gleam in her eye. "That's 
quite an animal you have for a nephew," she remarked to Nancy. 

"That's what they used to call him in high school," Nancy smiled. " 'The 
Animal.' He ran over people." 

"He's a little scary," Karen said seriously. "He looks so strong, and he 
says so little. Nancy, you'll have to keep him out of the bathroom while 
we're doing our business in there." 

"There'll be no problem," Nancy promised. 

The girls went into the nearer double room. Elaine's and Karen's bags were 
on the luggage racks. "Was he serious about going for a swim?" Elaine asked 
Nancy. "That night air is cold." 

"Dave never says anything he doesn't mean," Nancy assured her. "He's-" She 
broke off as the bathroom door opened and Dave appeared in the doorway. He 
was already in swimming trunks. His mahogany-tanned body was wedge-shaped 
from shoulders to waist. Thick, dark hair curled on his chest and his heavy 
thighs. "I put your bag in the other room, Nan," he announced. "Anyone gonna 
join me?" 

"Too cold," Elaine and Karen said together. Nancy just shook her head. Dave 
turned and padded barefoot through the bathroom into the connecting double 
room beyond and went out the door toward the swimming pool. 

"Now, that's some kind of brute," Elaine declared. "How old is he, Nancy?" 

"Twenty," Nancy replied. "But he's already had almost two years in the 
Marines." She hesitated. "I probably shouldn't say this, but he received an 
unsatisfactory discharge after a fight with a drill instructor." 

"He looks it," Karen said. "Listen, I'm going to use the bathroom while the 
coast is clear. I've been holding a pee for the last two hours." She entered 
the bathroom, already pulling her dress up above her waist before she 
half-closed the door. 

"I'm kind of glad he agreed to drive us to New Orleans, though," Elaine 
said. "With him along, we shouldn't have any trouble with wolves. That we 
don't want to have, I mean." 

"He has a friend in New Orleans," Nancy explained. "A boy named Harry Scott 
who's a couple of years older. They were in the Marines together. Dave is-" 

"Nancy!" Karen squealed amidst a frantic rustling of clothing. "He's in the 
other room and the bathroom door is open!" 

Nancy hurried through the bathroom's gleaming tile as Karen ducked out of 
the bathroom into the bedroom, still pulling down her skirt. Dave was 
standing at the night table in the second bedroom, lighting a cigarette, his 
muscular body shining with pool water. "Listen," Nancy said to him. "Let's 
manage this bathroom door bit a little better, all right? You're making the 
girls nervous." 

"Is that right?" Dave asked. He smiled quizzically, one eyebrow quirked 
upward. "I don't make you nervous, Nan?" 

"Me? Why, I-don't be silly!" Surprise colored Nancy's response. She was 
embarrassed to find that the surprise was tinged by a bit of an unexplained 
fluttery sensation. 

Dave's smile widened but he didn't say anything. Instead, he marched from 
the bedroom through the bathroom and knocked with elaborate formality upon 
the door at its far end. Elaine opened the door, then took an involuntary 
backward step at sight of the nearly nude male body in such close 
juxtaposition to her own. 

Dave thrust his head inside the other bedroom. "Hey, Karen!" he called in 
his heavy voice. 

"Yes, Dave?" the athletic-looking blonde replied. 

"Why don't you show it to me now so you won't have to keep hiding it for the 
whole trip?" 

He turned away at the sound of Karen's indignant snort, grinning. Elaine 
laughed, and even Nancy smiled. Back in Nancy's bedroom, Dave removed rolled 
slacks and a bright yellow T-shirt from his flight bag. "I'm going downtown 
and mouse around," he told Nancy. "Leave the door open so I won't wake you 
when I get in." 

"I will not leave the door open!" Nancy returned indignantly. "In a strange 
place like this? And please remember that you have to drive tomorrow." 

"Okay, okay," Dave said. He started to peel down his wet swim trunks. Nancy 
had a glimpse of white, untanned flesh before she beat a hurried retreat 
into the other bedroom. 

Elaine and Karen already had their bags open. Cosmetics lined the boudoir 
table, and a pair of boyish-looking pajamas adorned Karen's bed while a 
frilly-looking nightgown was tossed casually on Elaine's. "He's going 
downtown," Nancy told the others. "Can you imagine the sheer animal energy 
after that drive today?" 

"Doesn't he want to eat?" Elaine inquired. 

"He said earlier he'd been nibbling all day and didn't want a meal." 

"I only want coffee myself," Karen said. "Then I'm going to sack in." 

"Without showing it to Dave?" Elaine teased. 

Karen blushed, a slow-rising tide of color that enveloped her usually pale 
features. "You cut that out," she said warningly. 

They went to the coffee shop, had a snack, and returned to their rooms. 
Nancy sat down in an armchair with a relaxed sigh as Elaine and Karen began 
to undress. Elaine was more plump even than Nancy, who stood an inch taller, 
but with a superb athletic figure reflecting the tennis and field hockey she 
had played in college. 

Nancy sighed as Elaine's smooth-flowing curves were swathed in her 
nightgown, which was so sheer that the redhead's strawberry-nippled full 
breasts and wide-spanned silky buttocks twinkled in 
now-you-see-them-now-you-don't fashion through the gossamer material. "God, 
Elaine," she said fervently, "I'd really give something to have 
milky-looking skin like yours. When I strip, I look like an octaroon." 

"Then there should be more octaroons," Elaine returned. "Your skin is like 
cream, and you know it." The thin stuff of her nightie clung to Elaine's 
mound and between her thighs, outlining her bushy pubic hair. Elaine 
unconcernedly plucked it free. 

"How d'you like that jungle she's got down there?" Karen inquired of Nancy. 
Karen had undressed to bra and briefs. "She got her share of pussy hair and 
mine, too." The blonde girl skimmed down her briefs and reached for her 
pajama bottoms, displaying wispy light-colored tight curls adorning her pink 
slit. 

Elaine took two quick steps and stayed Karen's hand when the blonde would 
have drawn up the pajama bottoms. Karen twisted around, and Elaine fondled 
the athletic-looking blonde's nude hind cheeks which glistened in the 
lamplight. "Stop it, Elaine!" Karen warned as Elaine's palm spatted sharply 
upon a sleek globe. 

Elaine paid no attention. "What about it, Nancy?" she inquired. "Shall we 
give her a trip around the world?" 

"It's tempting," Nancy admitted with a smile, "but I'm too tired. Let's save 
it for a night we're full of vinegar." 

Elaine reluctantly released Karen's wrist, which she had been holding, and 
the blonde girl hurriedly stuffed her naked bottom into the pajama bottoms. 
"You two must think I'm some kind of sex toy," she declared. "What's so 
fascinating about my hind end?" 

"The fact that it's virginal," Nancy said with a wink at Elaine. "You can't 
hardly find that kind no more." 

"I should never have told you two sex maniacs that," Karen said, coloring 
warmly. "And I never would have except I had too much wine that night." 

"Where else can a girl go these days to get her tongue into a virgin cunt?" 
Elaine asked, returning Nancy's wink. 

"Now stop it!" Karen said sharply. "You know I don't like that kind of 
talk." 

"I think your subconscious probably loves it," Elaine said. "You certainly 
love the tongue when you're getting it." 

Karen stripped the cover from the bed and slid under the sheet. "I've heard 
about enough," she said. "Good night." 

"These inhibited types," Elaine said to Nancy with a mock sigh. 

Nancy smiled, then rose from her chair. "See you in the morning," she said. 
"I've about had it. I hope Dave doesn't make too much noise when he comes 
in. 

"It's really a dirty trick, doubling you up with him," Elaine apologized. 
"But since we're splitting expenses three ways and absorbing his for his 
services as driver, I didn't think you'd mind." 

"I don't," Nancy assured her. "I'm saving my money for New Orleans. And Dave 
has been around our house since he was a toddler." She frowned. "He's 
different since he got out of the Marines, though." 

"Different in what way?" 

"Oh, I don't know," Nancy said vaguely. "Tougher. Harder. More-more 
ruthless, I guess, I guess. I don't know. And he was never an angel." She 
had made the analysis musingly, thinking aloud. She roused herself. "Good 
night." 

"Good night," Elaine echoed from in front of the bureau and Karen from her 
bed. 

Nancy walked through the bathroom to the other double room, undressed and 
put on her nightgown, placed robe and slippers over the foot of the bed, and 
slipped between the sheets with a tired sigh. It had been a long day, and 
she fell asleep almost at once. 

The telephone on the night table jangled noisily, startling her. She groped 
for the receiver while a glance at her watch told her she had been asleep 
less than an hour. Who could be calling when no one knew they were stopping 
here? "Yes?" she said sleepily. 

"Hey, Nan!" Dave's hearty voice blasted her eardrum. In the background Nancy 
could hear music. "Shuck on out've that room and move in with the girls for 
an hour. I'm bringin' a friend back with me." 

"You're-you're what?" Nancy asked uncomprehendingly. She was still not fully 
awake. 

"Ahhhhhh, for Christ sake!" Dave sounded disgusted. "Do I have to draw you a 
diagram? I'm bringin' a broad back for a little fuck-fuck. We'll be there in 
a few minutes." 

The telephone receiver clicked in Nancy's ear. She blinked as she hung up 
the phone. Had she actually heard right? But knowing Dave, she had no doubt 
she had. Resentfully she rose from the bed and picked up her robe and 
slippers. She could stay where she was, of course, but Dave would barge 
right in when he arrived, and she shrank from that kind of confrontation. 
She went through the bathroom again and opened the other bedroom door 
quietly. 

Elaine's head popped up from her pillow at once. "What is it?" she hissed. 
"Change your mind about Karen? I'm ready." 

"No," Nancy said, groping her way in the darkened room until she located the 
armchair. She sank down into it. "You'll never believe this, but that nephew 
of mine just called me and ordered me to vacate the other bedroom because he 
was bringing a woman back to the motel with him." 

"You're kidding!" Elaine said disbelievingly. Then she started to laugh. 

The sound of Elaine's giggling woke the deep-breathing Karen. "What is it?" 
she asked in unconscious mimicry of Elaine. "What's happened?" 

Nancy explained again, and Elaine snapped on the light on the night table. 
"Now isn't that something?" the redhead marveled. She drew her knees up and 
cradled them in her arms. "How brazen can you get?" The deep bronze of her 
hair reflected the light. "Dave goes downtown and picks up a girl, just like 
that?" 

"He's a handsome boy," Karen said. She stifled a yawn. "Handsome. Rugged." 

"I wonder what the girl looks like?" Elaine speculated. 

"Just walk through the bathroom when they get here and have a look," Nancy 
said with heavy irony. "Do you two want to draw straws to see who gets me 
for a bedfellow? If I don't get some sleep I'll be a wreck in the morning." 

"Sleep with me," Karen invited her, patting the bed. 

"We could crack open the bathroom door at the other end, leave the light 
out, and get a look at the girl," Elaine persisted. 

"You go right ahead," Nancy said. "Me, I'm going to get some much-needed 
sleep." 

A car door slammed outside. "There he is," Karen said, and giggled 
unexpectedly. 

Another door slammed, and Elaine frowned. "Did she drive, too?" she wondered 
aloud. She scrambled out of bed, her nightgown fucked up about her milky 
thighs. "Keep quiet, you two," she ordered. "I'm going to get a look at this 
female." 

She flitted barefoot across the carpeting, opened the bathroom door quietly, 
and disappeared inside. Karen looked at Nancy. "Should we take a quick look, 
too?" the blonde whispered. 

"I'm not interested," Nancy said loftily. "Anything he could pick up in that 
length of time will do well to have the normal number of arms, legs, and 
heads." 

"Well, I'm going to take a look," Karen announced. She slithered from the 
bed and entered the bathroom, closing its door behind her as Elaine had 
previously. 

Nancy sat in the armchair in the motel room's stillness. A moment passed by, 
then another. She could hear Dave's unrestrained voice even though the 
bathroom door was closed on her side. She was curious, she had to admit it, 
although she'd denied it to the girls. And they weren't coming back. 
Something must be going on that was holding their attention. Nancy rose 
determinedly and entered the bathroom silently as Elaine and Karen had 
before her. 

She closed the door and walked soft-footedly to the far end. She almost 
walked into Elaine and Karen before she saw them, their light-colored night 
clothing almost blending with the white bathroom tile. The other bedroom 
door was open a crack, and there was a light on in the room. Nancy could see 
Dave sitting on the bed, taking off his shoes. "-happened to your husband?" 
Dave was saying. 

"I ran him off," a pleasant contralto voice said. "He wasn't worth a damn, 
in bed or anywhere else." 

"That's too bad . . . " Dave paused. "What the hell's your name? Or should I 
just call you cunt?" 

"Try Mona," the contralto voice invited. 

Dave began to undress. Nancy seized an arm in the bathroom's inkiness and 
from its location found an ear. "Where is she?" she hissed. "I can't see." 

Warm lips pressed against Nancy's ear. "In the chair," Karen said in a faint 
murmur. "Look at her dress! Two hundred dollars if it's a nickel!" 

Karen obligingly moved her head to one side so Nancy could see. Nancy's 
first surprise was the age of the woman in the room. And it was a woman; no 
girl. Probably a year or two older than themselves, Nancy felt. A 
polished-looking woman, beautifully dressed in elaborate simplicity of 
style, with hair handsomely coiffed and rings on both hands that Nancy knew 
instinctively were not costume jewelry. 

Dave stripped off his underwear, flexed his arms, and performed two deep 
knee-bends. Nancy was half-amused, half-horrified to note he had a lazy 
hard-on. "C'mon, Mona," Dave said. "Unwrap it an' I'll plow it." 

The woman smiled and rose from the chair. She turned around and Dave pulled 
down her dress zipper. She stepped out of the dress and hung it over the 
back of a chair. Her slip followed, and then her brassiere. Her full breasts 
were centered by grape-purpled nipples in dark areolas. When her panties 
came down, a heavy-looking but shapely bare bottom was displayed, the 
full-fleshed spheres appearing to crowd each other across a thin-lipped 
buttock-cleft. 

"Leave it," Dave said matter-of-factly when 

Mona would have removed garter belt and stockings. "I like a little 
contrast." He stroked her sleek-looking, heavy buttocks. "You've really got 
the machinery, Mona." 

She turned around to face him and took his ever more-upstanding prick in her 
hand. Nancy could hear Karen's breathing beside her, and she could see the 
outline of Elaine's head as the redhead stared intently. She realized that 
no one had any intention of leaving. 

"There's nothing the matter with your machinery, either, Dave," Mona 
returned. Her voice was husky. She was looking down at Dave's prong resting 
in her palm, its purple-headed majesty crowning the long, blue-veined thick 
rod of his erection. Mona moved her other hand and played with Dave's hairy 
balls. "Are you sure you didn't have these grafted from a bull?" 

"Been with me a long time," Dave assured her. "Get your ass on the bed." 

The woman sat down on the bed, and Dave sat down beside her. "You're younger 
than I thought," she said doubtfully, looking into his face. "I hope you're 
not going to disappoint me." 

"If I do, you can cut it off with your nail file an' feed it to me," he said 
arrogantly. He rubbed his palm over Mona's well-rounded stomach. "I like a 
pot on a woman. Tip your legs up so I can get at your gash." 

Obediently she raised her legs. Dave parted them and slipped a finger 
between her thighs, stroking her cunt-lips after parting her luxuriant body 
hair. Mona squirmed, and her lips parted. 

"Put your finger-inside!" she said in a strained whisper. 

Nancy stood on tiptoe as Dave's probing finger disappeared. Little ripples 
of emotion shuddered through the flesh of the woman on the bed. Dave frigged 
her steadily, and her thighs climbed, displaying more of her firmly packed, 
round bare bottom. With his other hand he manipulated a dark, swelling 
nipple until it stiffened appreciably. 

Mona still had Dave's erection gripped in her hand. Her hand opened and 
closed, opened and closed. Eyes half-closed, she widened her thighs to 
permit Dave better access to her grotto. "I'm getting-wet!" she whispered. 

"Damn right you're gettin' wet!" Dave declared vigorously. He snapped a 
garter on her bare thigh, and Mona flinched. "How'd you like a good stiff 
prick down there?" 

Mona's breath whistled through her half-parted lips. "Don't talk!" she 
gasped. "Do it!" 

He seized her thighs and slid her into the center of the bed, then walked on 
his knees to join her, his hard-looking male body crouched above the softer, 
whiter one, his big prick aimed like a sword at Mona's bare belly. "Do 
what?" he asked, doubling her thighs back on her chest until the whole of 
her furry, dripping slit pouted upwards. 

"You know," she answered. 

"Say it, Mona." 

"Fuck me!" she said in a suddenly explosive voice. "Fuck me!" His hairy 
belly lowered itself upon hers, and Mona's breath rasped in her throat as 
the crimson-purple prick-head disappeared inside her slot. 

Nancy could feel herself getting wet as she stared intently. Her heart 
thudded against her ribs, and the roof of her mouth felt dry. She felt 
almost dizzy with sexual excitement as she watched her nephew force his 
rampant erection farther and farther into the straining sex-chute of the 
woman on the bed. 

"Oh, God!" Mona exclaimed. Her voice was almost a wail. "Oh, Jesus, you're 
cramming me!" She drew several ragged breaths. "Is it-all in yet?" 

Dave thrust vigorously with his hips, slim and much whiter-looking than the 
rest of his suntanned body. Mona whimpered, but Nancy knew it was an 
ecstatic whimper. "It is now," Dave declared, and began to move on the soft 
flesh beneath his own. 

Karen's hand clamped onto Nancy's arm and clung tightly. Nancy could hear 
Elaine's heavy breathing, but the pair on the bed were oblivious to the 
world. Mona grunted, gasped, sighed, and moaned with pleasure as Dave 
thumped her belly with his jouncing assault on her writhing furrow. Her 
hands clamped his broad shoulders, and her dark-stockinged legs folded over 
his hard-working back. She thrust her broad behind up in frantic rhythm with 
the stout gristle spearing her sexual centerpiece, and her thigh muscles 
fluttered as she squeezed the male body between her legs. 

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she moaned hoarsely as Dave's fucking of her continued 
unabatedly. 

"Ohhh, God! I'm-ooooh!-I can feel it-ohhhh!-right down to my toes! Ahhhhh! 
Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhh, do it! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeee!" There was an interval of 
silence, and then the soft female body tried to turn itself inside out. 
"Ohhh! Ohhh! Oooooooh!" Her thighs flurried as her bare bottom convulsed 
itself. "I'm-coming! Ohhhhhhhhhh, I'm-coming!. '" 

The dark-stockinged legs unfolded and sagged limply while Dave continued to 
plunge on Mona's belly. She whimpered steadily with animal-like little 
noises at each whacking insertion of his slippery pole into her greasy cunt 
depths. Her hands stroked and patted Dave's back as he gathered his knees 
under him and savagely bored the yielding sex-split enveloping his hardened 
weapon. Then the muscles in his heavy, hairy thighs tautened as his 
quick-plunging hips jetted load after load of hot sperm through his rigid 
prick into Mona's gaping cavern. 

Nancy stood shivering, wide-eyed, goose bumps crawling over her body. She 
had never felt so sexually involved even in college and the occasional time 
since when she had experimented with sex herself. Dave rolled off Mona, and 
Nancy had a quick glimpse of her flooded battlefield, crimsoned from prick 
friction, with its cunt-lips still agitatedly vibrating in the aftermath of 
its vigorous poking. Then Mona threw herself at Dave and flung her arms 
around him. "Ohhh, Jesus!" she sighed tremulously. "What a fuck!" 

Dave freed himself and sat on the edge of the bed. "C'mon and suck this pipe 
back into shape, old lady," he grinned at Mona, "an' we'll do it again." He 
patted the bed between his knees. 

Mona scrambled from the bed and knelt down in front of Dave, her wide-beamed 
nude behind thrust firmly backward as she inclined her head toward Dave's 
lap. Then she looked up at him. "You're sure you're clean?" she asked 
anxiously. 

"If I'm not, your cunt is in big trouble," he declared. "Come on, get busy. 
I wouldn't do it to a Hottentot if I had anything. Blow it good, baby, an' 
you'll get a bonus." 

A sharp pain pierced Nancy's lower abdomen as Mona's head dipped into Dave's 
groin and the woman's mouth lipped at his oily, diminished organ. Karen's 
tight grip on Nancy's arm relaxed, and as though by a common impulse the two 
girls turned away from the cracked-open" bedroom door. Nancy followed 
Karen's ghost-like pajama-clad figure through the bathroom and carefully 
closed the door behind them when they were in the other bedroom. 

Karen's usually cool-looking pale-blondness was flushed and disheveled. "I 
thought I was going to f-faint!" she declared shakily. "Did you ever s-see 
anything like it?" 

Nancy made no reply. Her blood felt as though it was bubbling in her veins 
from the extreme stimulation she had undergone while watching the pair in 
the other room. She advanced upon Karen and thrust her hand into the 
waistband of Karen's pajama bottoms, then rubbed her hand over the smooth 
belly while she extended her fingers downward and glided them into the 
blonde girl's damp thigh-juncture. Karen's breath caught in her throat as 
Nancy's questing fingers probed at her quivering cloister. Then she pushed 
at Nancy's arm. "Wait!" she panted, pushing the pajamas down over her hips. 
"Wait till I get bare! I've n-never been so hot!" 

"I feel the same," Nancy confessed. In the semi-darkness of the room she 
filled both hands with Karen's firm buttock-flesh before taking Karen's arm 
and steering her toward the bed. Nancy went down on her back on the bed, 
then raised her hips as she tugged and rolled her nightgown up into a tight 
ball under her throat. Karen immediately straddled Nancy's prostrate figure, 
facing the opposite way, and lowered her nude hips upon Nancy's face while 
Karen's face dipped downward into Nancy's crotch. 

Nancy thrust her tongue deeply into Karen's almost hairless pink slit so 
close above her mouth, and she felt Karen's excited response. Karen's tongue 
darted into Nancy's sex-bower, flirted with the swelling lips, then thrust 
its way inside. Nancy held Karen's bare behind firmly in place with both 
hands while she searched out with penetrating tongue every aspect of the 
blonde girl's musky-odored, jiggling hermitage. 

They frenched each other lengthily before Nancy's juices boiled over and 
inundated Karen's lips and mouth with a quick spend. In seconds Karen 
responded in kind, and Nancy relaxed her neck muscles with a tired sigh as 
she withdrew her tongue from Karen's dripping slit. Nancy licked her own 
lips free of the residue of Karen's deposit, and she realized that the pain 
in her abdomen was gone. Karen crawled off Nancy's body, switched ends, and 
stretched out on the bed beside her. "Ohhhhh, but I needed that!" she 
murmured. 

"So did I," Nancy admitted, massaging her stomach lightly. 

"I know you're not a virgin, Nancy," Karen said after a moment's silence, 
"so tell me, how can you stand a big thing like Dave's inside you like 
that?" 

"I can't explain it, but it feels all right when it's there," Nancy replied. 
"Even though it looks too big ahead of time." 

"I'm afraid," Karen said simply, and was silent again. 

The bathroom door opened, and Elaine entered the bedroom. She stumbled over 
a chair before finding the light and turning it on. Nancy made an 
instinctive gesture at covering her own semi-nudity, then relaxed. "Man, you 
should have stayed!" Elaine exclaimed. Her eyes were on the far wall as she 
mentally reviewed the events of the previous few moments. "After she sucked 
him up, Dave stood her on the floor and made her bend over while he put it 
into her from behind. He moved her across the floor with every shove until 
her head was against the wall. Then he put her on the bed on her back again 
and fucked her twice as hard as before. She just left." 

She turned her attention to the pair on the bed. "What have you two been up 
to just now? As if I didn't know. Well, I want some of that, too." She 
whisked her nightgown off over her head and advanced to the bed in 
bare-bosomed, red-pubic-haired abandon. "Who's going to french me? And 
quick, before I burst!" 

On her back, she parted her thighs to accept Karen's hard-sucking mouth and 
quick-darting tongue, while above Nancy lipped and sucked Elaine's 
strawberry nipples, swallowing whole mouthfuls of resilient flesh and 
working them around inside her mouth. Elaine's hands twined in Nancy's hair 
while her breath fluttered from the dual ministration. "Christ, I'd give a 
thousand dollars if one of you had a prick!" Elaine muttered throatily. 

But eventually they brought her off after Nancy and Karen switched 
positions. Other combinations ensued, and it was late before Elaine returned 
to her own bed and Karen and Nancy fell asleep in each other's arms. Nancy 
had refused to return to the other bedroom where Dave was sleeping 
healthily. "I'd be too embarrassed," she said. "And besides, that-that odor 
would be in the air. You know, from their doing it." 

"Whyat the hell do you think you're smelling here, orange blossoms?" Elaine 
snorted. 

But Nancy would not be persuaded, even though Elaine was afraid Dave might 
suspect they'd watched if he woke in the morning and found Nancy missing. 

"You don't know Dave," Nancy said with finality. "From some of the stories 
I've heard half-whispered by my uncles, he'd do exactly the same in front of 
a regiment." 

So quiet finally prevailed in the once again darkened motel room as each 
girl overcame a persistently lingering itch and fell asleep. 

 CHAPTER II 

The girls overslept in the morning. 

They were awakened by Dave's lusty hammering on their bedroom door. "Rise 
and shine, rise and shine!" he called. "Hit the floor, you gold-brickers!" 

"We'll meet you in the motel restaurant," Elaine replied in a subdued voice. 

They rose languidly, showered in turn, dressed with a minimum of 
conversation, and walked to the coffee shop. It was as though each in her 
mind's eye was reviewing the previous evening's events and wished no 
conversation to interfere with the train of thought invoked. 

Dave was still in the coffee shop when they entered. Elaine slid into his 
booth and eyed the remains of the enormous breakfast he had consumed. "Just 
a growing boy," she remarked as the others sat down in the booth. 

"Eat up and let's get on the road," Dave returned. "That's why you're paying 
my way, isn't it, for me to get you there?" 

"This isn't a railroad and we're not on a schedule," Elaine said firmly. 
"Don't rush us. There's bowel movements and-and other things to take care of 
in the mornings." 

"You can take your bowel movements behind a bush," Dave said impatiently. 

"I'm afraid of spiders," Nancy shivered. 

Dave looked at her with a glint in his eye. "I'll protect you from any 
spiders, Nan." 

She found herself coloring without knowing why. Karen was looking at Dave 
curiously, as though trying to visualize in the cold light of day the 
passionate male animal she had seen in violent action the night before. 

Dave prodded them to move faster, but Elaine refused to be hurried. Back in 
the motel room they redressed for the day's ride. After listening to a 
promise of warmer weather on the room's TV, Karen donned short-shorts. She 
certainly had the legs for them, Nancy thought to herself eyeing the blonde 
girl's slender-stemmed white thighs. 

They caught Dave's eye, too, when he came to the room to put their bags back 
into the car. "Hey, Karen," he grinned, "how come you're the shortest of the 
bunch but your ass is the highest off the ground? Boy, you are really split 
high. I'm gonna nominate you for Miss Highpockets of the Year." 

The blonde girl blushed but made no response. 

Despite Dave's hustling of them, it was after ten-thirty before they got out 
on the highway. Elaine had climbed into the front seat with Dave, and Nancy 
settled down in the back with Karen. Dave sat behind the wheel in his 
wooden-Indian driving style, and the Toronado began to eat up the miles. 

Two hours and 180 miles later, Karen spoke up from the back seat. "I've got 
to go," she announced. 

"I could use a pit stop, too," Elaine admitted. "Slow down, Dave, and we'll 
tell you where to pull in." 

Dave complied, and the girls refused the first three or four gas stations as 
not looking clean enough. Elaine finally directed him into a combination 
filling station-diner-tavern, and he pulled up at the gas pumps where he 
supervised the gassing up and the checking of the oil before he went to the 
men's room. 

Karen was first in and first out of the ladies' room cubicle. She stood for 
a moment, combing her hair and watching Elaine's plump legs under the 
cubicle door before she wandered outside. The sun felt warming upon her long 
legs, almost fully disclosed in her short-shorts. The material clung to her 
firmly outthrust buttocks so tightly that the outline of her panties could 
be seen underneath. 

A man stumbled down the steps of the tavern's separate entrance, righted 
himself, and sighted Karen. He was stubble-bearded and red-eyed, obviously 
drunk despite the early hour. He weaved an uncertain path toward Karen and 
faced her boldly despite her effort to turn away. "Hey, blondie," the man 
smirked. "I've got th' time if you have." 

Karen shrank away as the man planted himself in front of her. She had never 
been able to cope with a situation like this. She turned to flee as the man 
reached for her arm, her stomach cold and her legs trembling. And then 
Dave's bulk was between them and he was facing the drunk with his back to 
Karen. She never even saw his arm move, just the ripple of shoulder muscles 
and the "thwack!! " of flesh on flesh. The drunk flew backward, and the 
first part of him that hit the ground was the back of his neck. 

The service station owner rushed up and apologized anxiously to Karen. 
Elaine and Nancy came out of the rest room and looked curiously at all the 
confusion. Karen was ashamed because she had to go back into the ladies' 
room again with her bladder suddenly distended from fear. Back in the car 
when they were ready to leave, she tried to thank Dave, but he brushed her 
off. 

"No thin' to it," Dave said airily. "You should've just hauled off an' 
kicked him in the shins." 

Karen said nothing while her pulse and heartbeat gradually returned to 
normal. The other two girls had already dismissed the incident. Why couldn't 
she be as devil-may-care and laugh off happenings such as the one she had 
just experienced? Karen wondered. But she couldn't. She had never been able 
to take such incidents lightly. 

They stopped in mid-afternoon for the lunch they'd skipped earlier because 
of their late start. Once again the girls repaired to the ladies' room, and 
this time Elaine was the last to emerge. Dave was standing beside the 
cigarette machine near the ladies' room door, smiling. "Hey, Elaine," he 
said softly. 

Something about his smile and the way he addressed her caused Elaine to look 
quickly through the restaurant window. She could see Karen and Nancy already 
in place in the back seat of the Toronado. "What is it, Dave?" she asked 
cautiously. 

Dave's smile widened to his familiar grin. "You gettin' anything strange 
lately, Elaine?" he inquired. 

"No, I'm not getting anything strange," Elaine replied grimly, "and I'm not 
about to get anything strange from you, either, if that's what you happen to 
have on your mind." 

"Why not?" he challenged her in a sudden change of mood. 

"Because I'm not going to have you telling your friends I turned it up for 
you," Elaine said warmly. She could feel her face becoming flushed. 

"You ever hear it said I did any talkin' about my business?" Dave wanted to 
know. 

"No, I never did," Elaine admitted honestly. "But I don't intend to be the 
first." 

After the two challenging questions his mood softened again. "You were 
watchin' last night, weren't you? All three of you?" he said quietly. 

"Why, what makes you think-I mean, of course not!" Elaine faltered. 

"I know damn well you were all in the bathroom gettin' an eyeful." This time 
it was his smile that challenged her instead of his words. "An' you're gonna 
miss out on all that fun?" 

"I'm not-I'm not going to give you a chance to talk about me," Elaine said 
weakly. 

Dave shook his head. His gray eyes twinkled at her. Elaine thought she had 
never seen eyes that could change so rapidly from mild-mannered good humor 
to flinty ice chips. "This could be a good party," he pointed out. "A real 
party. I've already got Karen under the gun. I'm really gonna fuck that 
blonde." 

Elaine flinched at the broad-daylight, public-area use of the forbidden 
word. She glanced around, but no one had heard. "You'll never make it with 
her," she predicted. "She's afraid of men." 

"That kind don't stay afraid forever," Dave said mildly. "You get the 
flighty ones to the waterin' trough an' they'll drink quite a while." He 
considered Elaine in silence for a moment. "But I'll level with you, 
redhead. It's your ass I really want. Yours has got muscles you haven't used 
yet." 

"That's enough of that kind of talk!" Elaine said sharply. "You picked a 
fine trip to try to make it big-with your aunt along!" 

"Is it Nan that's botherin' you?" Dave asked. "You think she'd talk?" 

"She won't talk, because she won't have anything to talk about," Elaine 
insisted. "Come on before they start wondering what we're talking about." 

"You could tell 'em the truth," Dave suggested. Elaine tried to push past 
him, but he took her arm. "Okay, I'll gamble with you," he continued. 

"Gamble with me? How?" 

"I'll fuck Nan first," Dave said. Elaine could feel her features stiffening 
with shock. "Then she can't talk, an' you can fuck for me, an' we'll all 
have a good time. 

Elaine swallowed hard. "You're-you're-she's your aunt!" she got out finally 
in a strangled voice. She knew instinctively that this strange boy-man 
wasn't joking. 

"What the hell's that got to do with it?" Dave asked in a tone of voice 
intended to be reasonable. "You on for the bet? If I make it with Nan, you 
say pretty please, I'd like some, too." Elaine shook her red head in a 
violent negative. "Ahhhh, c'mon," Dave went on, insinuatingly coaxing. 
"Think of the fun you'd have watchin' me work out with the other pair. An' 
how long's it been since you had your waterhole plugged? Betcha your first 
come's a cloud of dust." 

"No!" Elaine exploded. She freed her arm and pushed past him. 

"You think it over," Dave called after her. 

Elaine went outside and got into the front seat of the car, afraid to look 
directly at Karen or Nancy for fear her inner turmoil-and yes, she had to 
admit it to herself, her inner excitement-was all too visible upon her face. 
The images called up by Dave's lewd suggestions prickled her nerve ends. 
Where had a boy like that developed such sang-froid? Elaine reminded herself 
that regardless of age anyone who had spent two years in the Marines was 
hardly a boy. 

Dave climbed under the wheel and they rolled out on the highway again. Dave 
drove with the effortless 'lan he displayed in so many activities. Elaine 
stole glances at his rugged profile from time to time. Since her divorce she 
had had almost no sexual activity for fear of a scandal costing her the 
teaching job upon which she was dependent. What must it feel like to have 
all that riotous young energy she had witnessed last night turned loose 
within one? She tried to put the thought firmly from her mind. 

They rode in silence for an hour. Nancy was sound asleep in a rear corner of 
the car, crumpled like a rag doll. Karen was sitting upright with her eyes 
closed, dozing. Elaine felt a touch on her arm. When she turned to look at 
Dave, he was staring straight ahead down the road. He took her arm and 
guided her hand to his crotch, where he had unzipped himself. Elaine jumped 
and almost exclaimed aloud as the back of her hand touched hard flesh. She 
looked down at Dave's semi-erection as he turned her hand over and forced it 
to cover his surging penis. 

"Stop it!" Elaine hissed, her face scarlet. 

"Don't wake the girls," Dave said mildly. He pulled on her arm until Elaine 
toppled sideways in the seat. She found her face within inches of the 
circumcised head of Dave's thick-shafted blue-veined prong. She tried 
furiously to pull away, but in vain. "Suck it, redhead," he said in the same 
quiet voice. 

"Ahhhh, did you say something, Dave?" Karen's voice was raised sleepily from 
the back seat. 

"Go on to sleep, like Nancy and Elaine," Dave said easily. 

There was no further sound from the back seat. Elaine released a breath she 
seemed to have been holding indefinitely. To be caught in a position like 
that! What could be more mortifying? But the interruption had given her no 
respite. Dave had seized the opportunity to transfer his hand to the nape of 
her neck, and with ruthless strength he forced her face down upon his 
upstanding staff. 

Elaine breathed deeply as she felt the big prick rubbed against her cheeks 
and over her lips. She was helpless against the powerful hand gripping her. 
The rigid penis was pressed tightly against her mouth. "Suck it!! " the 
harsh whisper floated down to her. 

The pain in her neck was excruciating. Frantically she opened her mouth and 
ran her tongue out at the fleshy rod almost sealing her lips. The slight 
bumping motion of the car as Dave aimed it down the highway with one hand 
forced still more of the prick against her tongue. 

Dave's hand-pressure upon Elaine's aching neck increased until she almost 
shrieked. "Suck it!" he repeated in the same rasping undertone. His voice 
was remorselessly impersonal. 

Big tears came unbidden to Elaine's eyes as she opened her mouth and took 
the plum-colored broad head between her lips. She moved her mouth gingerly 
over the fully aroused warm-feeling joystick, ovaling her lips to draw 
slightly on the flesh mouthful much as she might have drawn upon a 
cigarette. She heard Dave's grunt of satisfaction, and he hitched his hips 
upward to thrust more of his prick into her mouth. 

Elaine had sucked off her husband a few times, but only when requested, and 
she had never thought too highly of the exercise. She had to admit it was 
quite a different sensation with the mouthful of penis she was grappling 
with now. She moved her head up and down as her saliva gradually coated the 
big spear, her one thought to make Dave come quickly so he would release her 
from her painful position. 

But work as she would with her mouth, nothing happened except that the prick 
seemed to crowd the back of her throat even more. She swirled her tongue 
tentatively around its underside, and was rewarded by the feel of a quick 
tremor in Dave's thighs against which her chin rested. She licked again, 
longer and harder. She could barely breathe, and she could feel her eyes 
popping from strain. Her mouth moved up and down the slippery shaft as she 
tongued it furiously. 

And then Dave's thighs bumped her chin and a deluge spurted into her mouth. 
She gasped, swallowed, almost strangled, and swallowed again. The spurting 
seemed to go on and on, and driblets ran down from the corners of her mouth 
onto her chin. When it stopped finally, Elaine tongued her own lips 
frantically to remove all trace of Dave's spend as he released his grip on 
her neck. 

He pulled a handkerchief from his hip pocket and handed it to her. She wiped 
her face off before doing the same for Dave's oozing penis and a few spots 
on his slacks. She was amazed to find she felt ridiculously pleased with 
herself that she could make him come off like that. 

"How do I look?" she breathed before attempting to sit up in the seat again. 

"like you've just sucked a prick," he returned, and laughed silently. 

She could have killed him for his callousness. She scrubbed at her face 
again with the handkerchief, smoothed out her hair with her hands, and ran 
the tip of her tongue over her lips again in a final effort to be sure there 
were no telltale signs. Then she sat up, stretching for the benefit of 
possible back-seat watchers as though she had just wakened from a nap. 

But a sidelong glance into the back seat disclosed that caution was 
unnecessary: Nancy still slumbered soundly, hunched down in a corner, and 
Karen still dozed with her eyes closed. Elaine glanced at Dave serenely 
wheeling the Toronado down the highway. He looked over at her and caught her 
eye. "Wait till you get that little jobbie roamin' around in your cunt," he 
told her. 

"Shut up!" Elaine commanded, but at the image instantly evoked she felt a 
warm, creeping, wet tide bedewing her panties. She clenched her thighs 
together in a futile effort to dam the volatile seepage. "Shut up!" she 
repeated, but with less force than before. 

Dave laughed silently again, and the car sped along the highway. 

It was Karen who suggested they get off the road early that evening despite 
their comparatively low mileage because of the late start. "We're not racing 
anyone," the blonde girl pointed out. "Let's stop in time to have a decent 
meal and relax a bit before bedtime." 

No one objected, and a few minutes after seven o'clock Dave turned into a 
motel yard in Arlington, just east of Dallas. Elaine went into the office 
and bargained successfully for the same type of accommodations they had had 
the night before. They freshened up and went to the motel restaurant, where 
Dave ordered cocktails. None of the girls objected when he reordered before 
the meal. After dinner he brought a pint of whiskey and a mix back to the 
motel rooms and passed around highballs as the girls sprawled in various 
relaxed attitudes in Elaine and Karen's room. 

When he killed the pint by fixing a second round of highballs, Karen refused 
hers, but Dave thrust it into her hand anyway and the blonde girl sipped at 
it occasionally as both Elaine and Nancy quickly reached the bottom of their 
glasses again. "Ever notice how you broads'll drink from a pint but not from 
a quart?" Dave remarked conversationally. "Just the sight of a quart scares 
you. Right away you think the guy with a quart is fixin' to turn you upside 
down. But you look at a pint an' think to yourself 'Well, hell, I can knock 
that li'l or jug back all by myself.' " 

Elaine laughed. Nancy smiled, and stretched out her legs lengthily. The food 
and the drinks had made her feel sumptuously at ease, almost sensually cozy. 
Karen set down her glass and rose to her feet. "I'm going to shower," she 
announced. "You two keep Dave out of the bathroom while I'm in there." 

"What are you afraid of, Karen?" Elaine teased. 

"I'm the nervous type," Karen returned, trying to make light of it, but she 
colored up. From childhood on, any inner discomposure had instantly been 
reflected upon her alabaster skin. 

Karen took her robe and went into the bathroom. Elaine picked up Karen's 
drink from where she had set it down. "Let's split the rest of hers between 
us," she proposed to Nancy. "Karen doesn't want it." 

Elaine came over and sat on the arm of Nancy's chair, and they took 
alternate swallows from Karen's glass until it was empty. Nancy felt a 
delicious lassitude spreading through her. She yawned, and considered bed, 
but felt too pleasantly comfortable to move. Dave stretched out on his back 
on Elaine's bed, humming tunelessly as he stared at the ceiling. 

Karen came back into the bedroom, glowing from her shower, little damp 
tendrils of hair curling at her temples. She turned down the covers on her 
own bed, then looked uneasily at Dave on the bed opposite. "Why don't you 
take him over to your room, Nancy?" she proposed in a coaxing tone. 

"Whattsamatter?" Dave grunted. "You don't want me seein' you say your 
prayers?" But he levered his muscular body upright and looked at his aunt. 
"Comin' Nan?" 

"I'll shower next," Elaine proposed to Nancy. "Then you two will have the 
bathroom to yourselves." 

Nancy looked at her sharply, but the chestnut-haired Elaine's expression was 
guileless. "See you in the morning," she agreed. 

"Yeah," Dave said. "I can really use some sack-time." 

"I should think you could," Karen said before she thought. 

"What?" Dave said. 

"Oh, nothing," Karen said in confusion. She crouched on the floor beside her 
bag and removed her pajamas. "Nothing." 

Dave shrugged elaborately and started for the bathroom. Nancy followed him 
through the white-tiled enclosure to their bedroom. Wisps of steam still 
floated about from Karen's shower, and the mirror was beaded with moisture. 
Nancy closed the bedroom door as Dave lit a cigarette and lowered himself 
into an armchair. "Don't you wear a girdle, Nan?" he inquired, eyeing her 
appraisingly. 

"Not on an all-day automobile ride," she returned. "With all that 
accumulated pressure I'd still have the marks tomorrow morning. I know I 
need a girdle, though." 

"Not for me, you don't," Dave said. "I like a girl's ass corn-fed, bouncy, 
an' free-swingin'. " 

"But a woman without a girdle is more apt to be fat, saggy, and 
down-drooping," Nancy said lightly. 

Dave grinned, but made no reply. Nancy took her robe and moved into the 
alcove formed by the space allotted for the hanging up of clothing. She 
undressed and donned the robe. She went to the bathroom door and opened it a 
crack. Clouds of steam billowed from walls and ceiling. Elaine was standing 
on the bath mat, toweling her nude, plump curves. 

Nancy glanced over her shoulder at Dave sitting in the chair. "Off-limits, 
young man," she warned, and slipped into the bathroom to join Elaine. She 
picked up another towel and joined Elaine in drying the red-haired girl's 
chubby body. Nancy's knuckles brushed a vibrant, moist hind cheek, and 
impulsively she thrust her hand between Elaine's luscious nether globes and 
thrust upward with a finger. 

Elaine promptly "sat down" upon the finger, at the same time half-turning to 
insert a hand in the front of Nancy's parted robe and return the 
finger-caress. Elaine backed closer to Nancy until by turning her head they 
could exchange a long, lingering kiss while they continued to massage each 
other's labial crannies. Elaine broke it up first. "That nephew of yours 
might take a notion to look in here," she whispered. "Good night." 

Nancy removed her robe as Elaine went into the other bedroom and closed the 
door. She felt an instant's jealousy at the thought of Elaine possibly 
slipping into bed with Karen, but then she shrugged. She and Elaine would 
get together, too. They always had since shortly after their very first 
meeting. 

Nancy turned on the shower and regulated the temperature until it was as hot 
as she could stand it. The lack of sleep the night before, the heavy meal, 
the drinks, and the steaming hot water combined to produce an enervating 
sensation she found blissfully relaxing. She soaped her ivory-and-cream 
curves repeatedly, relishing the feel of her soapy palms upon her wet, 
slippery flesh. Finally she just stood there under the pelting shower, 
drowsily content. 

She roused herself finally and stepped out of the shower. She patted herself 
dry, put on her robe again, and returned to the comparatively chilly air of 
the bedroom. Dave at once rose to his feet. "That's for me, too," he 
announced, and went into the bathroom. 

Nancy slipped into her nightgown, placed her robe on a chair, and climbed 
into the bed nearest the door. She had already noticed that Dave had no robe 
with him. He probably didn't even own one, she thought. She'd have to get 
him one, if only as a token of appreciation for his chauffeuring of them. 
And the amenities would be slightly better preserved. 

Her nightgown clung in spots to her still-damp skins, and she plucked it 
free before rolling onto her stomach with her face buried in the pillow. She 
rubbed herself gently against the mattress, feeling a residue of childhood 
naughtiness, and smiled to herself at the familiar quick glow which sprang 
to life between her semi-parted legs. There was a combined buzz-hum in her 
ears caused by the extra cocktails which always stirred her blood. 

She relaxed quietly, applying rubbing-friction only enough to maintain her 
glow. She didn't want to start anything she couldn't finish with Dave in the 
room. She half-wished she'd bunked in with Karen again tonight. Nancy 
sighed, remembering. For a few minutes last night it had been wild. 
Voluptuously wild. 

Dave emerged from the bathroom, naked. He left the bathroom door cracked 
open a careful two inches. He turned out the overhead light, and Nancy, face 
half-buried in the pillow, listened drowsily as she waited for him to turn 
out the night table lamp and get into the other bed. " 'Night, Dave," she 
murmured. 

He didn't reply. Instead, she felt the sudden depression of bedsprings as 
Dave knelt on her bed. Before she realized what was happening he had raised 
the covers and slipped into bed beside her, crowding up against her 
night-gowned figure. She raised her head, startled. "Hey! What-" 

She realized several things simultaneously. Her nephew was in bed with her, 
stark naked. His strong arms had slipped around and beneath her and drawn 
her close to him until her bottom was cupped against his groin, spoon 
fashion. And a soft hardness was probing her buttock-crease to an extent 
that forced her nightgown deeply between her luxuriantly ample hind cheeks. 

"Dave!" Nancy exclaimed. She began to struggle, but ineffectually against 
his great strength. His arms enfolded her now and his palms cupped her 
breasts, squeezing and fondling them. "Dave!" Her traitorous nipples 
stiffened mightily at the stimulation applied to them. 

He spoke for the first time. "Lie still, Nan," he said in a voice thick with 
passion. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time." 

His words fell upon her uncomprehending ears like a foreign language until 
realization burst like a bombshell. "No! Dave! No! You mustn't! Get out-of 
my bed!" 

He moved her slightly away from his hard body as he freed a hand from one 
full breast. His hand moved to her buttocks, and finger and thumb attached 
themselves to a pliantly sensitive hind cheek in a fiery, twisting pinch. 
Nancy gasped aloud as agonizing pain flooded her soft flesh. "No! Dave! 
P-lease don't pinch!" 

But the remorseless finger and thumb moved to the other hind cheek and dug 
in viciously. Nancy wailed softly, unable to restrain herself although the 
thought uppermost in her mind was the necessity for silence. She certainly 
didn't want to call attention to this incredible assault upon her, did she? 

Nancy gulped down a yell as Dave pinched her again. Her bottom felt as if he 
were holding lighted matches to it. She remembered a high school sorority 
initiation during which all the pledges had been placed belly-down upon a 
long refectory table with down-dropped panties baring plumped-out nether 
rotundities. Then every senior present had pinched every pledge as hard as 
she could, moving down the line of nude rumps. Nancy had thought she'd go 
out of her mind from the burning, smarting pinches, until suddenly in the 
midst of a particularly excruciating pinch her vaginal walls started to 
throb. 

Before she knew it her hips were contorted in an acutely embarrassing sexual 
frenzy as she came copiously. Delighted laughter rose from the seniors 
surrounding the blindfolded pledges as a voice called "Here's a live one!" 
with an emphasizing spank upon Nancy's unguarded rear. The seniors had 
thereupon finished Nancy off with a hand spank apiece upon her flaming seat, 
but not as hard as they might have, she felt. And she always remembered that 
the pledges who hadn't come during the pinching were finished off with 
Ping-Pong paddles before being declared active members of the sorority. 

Dave was pinching her steadily now, moving from untouched area to untouched 
area of her soft, resilient backside. "D-Dave!" Nancy whimpered. "Oww! 
Ooooh! Please d-don't-ohhhh! Oww! No m-more! Oooooooh!" 

All resistance gone, she had ceased to struggle as the hot-burning smart 
mounted in her feverishly inflamed behind. Dave stopped finally, after 
Nancy's soft mouth was contorted into a little round "O" of barely 
suppressed outcries. Her tormented bottom writhed involuntarily as live 
flame seemed to encompass it before slowly dying down to a steady 
conflagration whose piping hot combustion seemed to penetrate deeply beneath 
the blazing surface flesh. 

Dave pressed his lips against Nancy's ear. "Get the idea?" he said harshly. 
"If I run out of room on your ass I'll start on your tits!" 

"Ohhh, n-no!" Nancy pleaded in a half-choked sob. "I w-won't f-fight! Just 
don't p-pinch me any m-more! Please!" 

He threw back the bedcovers and pulled her nightgown up to the middle of her 
back, eyeing with satisfaction her bell-shaped, chubby nude behind whose 
creamy skin was dotted with dark-red pinch marks. Nancy whimpered again at 
her exposure, but made no move to cover herself. 

Dave turned her onto her back and fucked the front of the nightgown up under 
her throat. Nancy stared up at the ceiling, wide-eyed but unseeing, her 
breath coming in quick pants. Could this really be happening, that her 
nephew was staring greedily at what in high school the girls had called a 
belly-boobs-and-bush state? She would have thought it a nightmare induced by 
the extra highballs if it hadn't been for the persistent burning smart in 
her incarnadined posterior. 

Dave dropped a hand upon Nancy's smoothly rounded belly, and she flinched as 
the hand slid downward over her prominent mound to brush lightly against her 
thickly clinging, tight-curled, dark pubic hair. "By God!" Dave exclaimed 
exuberantly, "a guy can really ski jump off that platform. Spread those 
legs, Nan." 

She hesitated, and he pinched her thigh. Her legs flew apart, and Dave 
casually traced a finger along the length of her pouting-lipped, meaty 
crypt. Nancy quivered all over as the finger traced her most sensitive 
flesh, stroking it firmly, and then paused to insert itself partway into her 
vaginal orifice. Nancy bit her lower lip as a kaleidoscope of emotions 
enveloped her. Shame and excitement predominated. 

And then a sudden hot, wet explosion took place deep within her. She was 
horrified to feel her still-smarting hips rising from the bed involuntarily 
as her unbearably titillated pussy-lips grabbed hungrily at the probing 
finger. She moaned aloud in embarrassed anguish as she inundated the 
frigging finger spearing her sex-core. Her bottom and her belly performed a 
licentious dance over which she had no control. 

"Great, Nan!" Dave exulted. "Boy, are you ever hot! What'll you do for an 
encore when I get this loblolly inside you?" 

He knelt up on the bed and waved in her face an enormous erection whose 
red-eyed, purple-headed monster-rod was already oozing a pearly liquid from 
its slit. 

 CHAPTER III 

Elaine stood in the bathroom with her eyes glued to the two-inch crack 
afforded by the partly opened door leading into Nancy and Dave's bedroom. 
Elaine was barefoot and in her nightgown. The lamp on the night table in the 
motel bedroom into which she was looking bathed the bed area in a soft 
light, and Elaine was unconsciously holding her breath as she watched the 
two figures on the nearer bed. She had already had the vicarious excitement 
of witnessing Nancy's unexpected come during Dave's manipulation of his 
aunt's sexual parts. 

Elaine could hear Nancy's almost inaudible muffled mutter as Dave widened 
her plump thighs still farther and moved in between her legs with his husky, 
ramroddy, big prick bouncing slightly as it pointed at Nancy's upturned pink 
quim in its surrounding fleecy embrasure. Protest? Elaine didn't think so. 
She knew in her heart that she herself wouldn't have protested much when 
faced with such a sturdy weapon. Still, it was Dave's aunt confronting his 
rigid tool. What must she be thinking? Elaine wondered. Despite the fact 
that Dave had forced her into compliance? 

Dave's thick-thewed body hunched down over Nancy's. He rubbed the head of 
his prick against her already juicy slit-opening, then stared down at his 
aunt. "Put it in," he ordered, taking hold of Nancy's legs and doubling them 
back upon her body until her exposure was the ultimate. 

Nancy meekly reached around her own thigh to capture his rampant rigidity 
and introduce its blunt, rubbery head to her wet pussy-aperture. Dave leaned 
forward, and the head disappeared from sight. Nancy's lips parted in a 
soundless exclamation as she felt the penetration. Dave surged into her 
still more, and Nancy squeaked in restrained sex-rapture. 

Elaine could feel the palms of her hands becoming damp. Her vaginal tract, 
always a free-flowing channel when stimulated, was also damp at its hideaway 
refuge between her thighs. Her heart beat faster as Dave's rock-like prong 
disappeared between his aunt's parted legs until the hairy belly and the 
rounded one blended. Dave joggled his hips from side to side, and Nancy's 
breath whistled through her parted lips. 

Elaine's nails dug into her clenched palms as she watched Dave begin to rise 
and fall in a steady rhythm on Nancy's belly. Almost unbelievingly the 
red-haired girl stared as Nancy's strapping bottom hurtled upward almost at 
once in conjoined rhythm while her nephew's mighty lance power-dived her 
relishing pussy. Nancy voiced continual suppressed low murmurings as her 
fucking continued. The hardy stout staff lanced her stalwartly as her hands 
gripped her nephew's big shoulders. 

The door opened at the other end of the bathroom, and Karen's voice floated 
through the bathroom in a penetrating whisper. "Elaine? Are you in here?" 

Elaine turned her head long enough to say "Shhhhhhh!" imperiously, then 
returned her attention to the bedroom. Behind her she heard the soft pad-pad 
of bare feet as the curious Karen joined her. Elaine said nothing, but 
placed her hands upon Karen's pajama-clad shoulders and forced her into a 
crouching position so both heads were at the door-crack but at different 
levels. 

Inside the bedroom the dam had broken. "Ohh, Dave!" Nancy cried, heedless of 
the previous self-felt need for caution. "Harder! H-harder! Ohhh, God, I 
haven't had--anything like this--for months!" 

Karen stared in total disbelief at the tremendous fucking performance going 
on inside the bedroom. The whole length of Dave's polished-looking robust 
penis emerged almost to the tip on each pull-back only to be submerged 
violently in Nancy's quivering depths. Nancy's brown eyes were rolled back 
until only the whites showed as she strained to match each plunging assault 
with her own wide-bottomed response. 

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhh!" Nancy muttered in speechless exaltation. Her 
voice rose sharply again. "Dave! Dave! Here it-comes again! Oh, Dave! 
Ohhhhh, I'm boiling-over! Dave! I'm COMMMMMMING!! ! " , Her behind convulsed 
itself in sensuous abandon as her wracking spasms engulfed her. Dave slowed 
in his plunging movements upon her until the excess of her reaction died 
away. Then he resumed his energized, unflagging reaming of his aunt's 
dripping cunt, now doubly awash. 

Nancy lay back slackly for a moment before her hands crept lower on Dave's 
back. She raised her legs and curled them over his steel-hard rib cage. The 
sound of her nephew's heavy balls whacking against her upper hemispheric 
globes resounded in the bedroom. Karen stared, fascinated but horrified, as 
Dave's sweat-slick hard body pounded Nancy's crimson belly. 

A tremor rippled through Nancy's slack thighs as a hot coal ignited suddenly 
in her depths. Her legs tightened tentatively. "Dave?" she whispered 
questioningly. "Dave? I'm-I feel-it's-ooooh, Dave, it's s-starting again!" 
Her sleek hips flurried upward again with renewed vigor. "Dave!" she 
implored. "Just a little-harder! Oooooooh, yessssss!" Her voice rose 
beseechingly. "Aiiiiieeeeeeeeee! Ooooooh!" Her bare bottom humped 
frantically. "Dave! Ohhhhh, I'm dying!" She caught her breath sharply. 
"There it-is! Ohhhhhh, lovely, lovely, lovely!" 

She fell back limply and her muffled moan was almost a deep-seated purr. 
Karen watched breathlessly with Elaine's hands gripping her shoulders 
painfully as Dave increased again the force of his thrusting. His hands shot 
down suddenly and gripped Nancy's behind, a round hemisphere in each. He 
pulled her up tightly to him as he roared in her ear, and his metronomic 
stroking disintegrated to a wild flurry of prick-lunges as load after load 
of sperm shot through his pipeline into Nancy's gaping twat. He remained 
poised above her for a long instant, then with a groan subsided upon her. 

Elaine and Karen watched silently as the tableau upon the bed remained 
motionless for two or three minutes. Finally Nancy patted Dave's muscular 
back. "Get off me, Dave," she said matter-of-factly. "I have to use the 
bathroom. I'm not on the pill." 

Karen and Elaine fled soft-footedly to the other bedroom and closed the 
door. Dave rolled off Nancy with a self-satisfied grunt. When she stood up 
on trembling legs, the nightgown which had been rolled up under her throat 
slowly descended about her. She went to the bureau mirror, then hesitated. 
She glanced at the bed, but Dave was faced away from her. 

Nancy faced about until her back was to the mirror and raised her nightgown. 
She regarded ruefully the dark blotches on her creamy backside. "Talk about 
a polka-dotted behind," she murmured to herself. "I'll be black-and-blue for 
a month. Well, a week, anyway." 

She turned around and raised her nightgown in front. For a long moment she 
studied her pinkened rounded stomach and the saturated dark bush adorning 
her jutting mound. Her expression was inscrutable as she lowered the 
nightgown and went into the bathroom. 

When she came out, she found Dave asleep. She didn't try to wake him. She 
pulled down the covers on the other bed and climbed into it, stretched out 
lengthily, and was sound asleep between her second and third breaths. 

Total silence settled down upon the motel bedroom except for an occasional 
masculine snore. 

Nancy woke in the cold gray light of dawn in quite a different frame of 
mind. She sat up in bed, clutching the sheet to her bosom as she stared at 
Dave in the other bed. Had she really responded like a depraved sexual 
animal to her nephew's hardnosed abuse of her body? She felt terribly 
ashamed. 

It was her first experience in sex in which the male hadn't been all but an 
outright supplicant, beseeching her favors, and her reaction to Dave's 
casual manhandling of her destroyed some cherished theories about her 
ability to keep her cool in man-woman situations. The total collapse of her 
moral forces when confronted by that raveningly lusty penis inside her 
buffeted, pulsating pussy troubled her deeply. 

She got out of bed quietly and went to the bathroom door. It was closed, but 
as her hand approached the doorknob, she drew it back suddenly as though 
burned. Blazingly imprinted upon her mind was the belated remembrance that 
the same door had been partly opened when she used the bathroom after Dave 
finished with her the night before. 

Her thoughts flew immediately to the night before that, when she and Karen 
and Elaine had stood behind a partly opened bathroom door and watched Dave 
cavorting with the uninhibited Mona. Dear God, had Karen and Elaine 
witnessed her own animalistic response to Dave's savage subjugation of her? 
Quick tears came to her eyes as she sensed that it was true. The girls had 
watched avidly while Nancy responded frenziedly in an incestuous situation. 
How could she ever face them? 

Slowly she entered the bathroom, raising her nightgown before sitting down 
on the toilet to indulge in her matutinal release of accumulated urine. She 
winced as her bare seat was painfully reminded of Dave's hard pinches by her 
weight pressing upon it. She rose from the stool and with nightgown still 
upraised examined her brimful fleshy hind cheeks in the mirror on the inside 
of the bathroom door. 

Her entire sitting surface was spotted with black, blue, and purple marks, 
mute testimony to the torment her poor bottom had undergone. Surely she 
couldn't have been expected to hold out indefinitely while experiencing such 
pain? But inwardly she knew that wasn't the crux of the matter. It wasn't 
that she had been forced; it was that she had responded. That was the 
specter with which she was going to have to live. 

Nancy performed her ablutions and went back into the bedroom. Dave was still 
asleep. She dressed quickly, trying to marshal her thoughts. She had to talk 
to Dave privately before the others were up and doing. She hesitated for 
several moments, but finally sat down on the edge of his bed and put her 
hand on his bare shoulder. 

Dave came awake so quickly it startled Nancy; from sound sleep to total 
awareness was a transition requiring only a fraction of a second. Nancy 
withdrew her hand quickly, too aware of the male flesh. "Dave," she said at 
once, determined to seize the initiative. "We-what happened last night, 
well, we-" She drew a deep breath. "It's over. Finished." 

"You've been seein' too many movies," Dave grinned. "An' you forgot to say 
it never really happened." He yawned widely and stretched. "How's your ass?" 

"Sore," Nancy said frankly, then bit her lip. She could feel control of the 
conversation slipping away from her, and she didn't want that. "Dave, what I 
want to say is-" She chose her words carefully. "-is that it's never going 
to happen again. I'm not blaming you entirely for what happened. It was the 
proximity, and-and-" She stumbled, but resumed bravely. "-my reaction, but 
it's wrong, Dave, and we can't let it happen again." 

During this short speech, Dave's gray eyes turned flinty. "You finished?" he 
demanded coldly. "Then listen to this. I'm gonna fuck you any time I feel 
like it. Right now if I feel like it. Understand?" 

Nancy felt as if she had been struck forcibly in the pit of the stomach. 
"But Dave, we-you can't expect to use me like a-like a prostitute!" she 
protested when she could gather her wits. 

"The hell I can't," he told her, then grinned again. "Not that you wouldn't 
make a good one. You've got some classy action, Nan, when you turn your ass 
loose. Why the hell should I pass up a good fuck like you just because it's 
in the family?" 

She felt herself reddening at his casual praise. And praise delivered for 
such an unspeakable accomplishment! She knew that no appeal to his better 
nature would alleviate her situation. For reasons she didn't understand, her 
nephew was an amoral individual. She would have to find another approach. 
Meantime, she sought to salvage something from the situation. "Dave?" 

"Yeah?" 

Nancy had to force herself to say it. "I'm almost sure the girls were 
standing in the bathroom last night, watching us." 

Dave laughed. "What the hell, so were you the night before." 

"That was different!" Nancy insisted, her face flaming. 

"So they watched us," he said indifferently. "What do you expect me to do 
about it?" 

"You should be able to do something!" she said heatedly. "I'm not going to 
have them looking down their noses at me because I-because I-" 

"Got a little hot in the cunt?" Dave interposed. "Well, whaddya want? Should 
I bring Elaine back here after breakfast an' fuck her right in front of 
you?" He had said it idly, but she could see his interest quicken. "Say, 
that's not a bad idea. How d'you like the sound of that?" 

Nancy hesitated, torn between a feeling of traitorous betrayal of her friend 
Elaine and a piqued sense of guilty arousal at the image conjured up. "She 
wouldn't let you," she said finally. 

"Wouldn't let me?" Dave repeated. "Now what in the star-spangled hell has 
that got to do with it? Did you let' me last night? Startin' out, I mean? 
'Course you started janglin' your spurs with a prick in your cunt. Any broad 
worth her salt does. Come on, say it. You want to see me screw Elaine? You 
want to help?" 

"H-help?" Nancy echoed faintly. From the bathroom she heard the sound of the 
shower being turned on. 

"Sure," Dave said. His lopsided smile seemed positively that of a satyr to 
Nancy. "I'll give you the honor of takin' her pants down." He waited a 
moment while Nancy remained silent before tightening the screw. "Say yes, or 
you can fight your own battle about what they think about you." 

"No, no, no," Nancy said quickly. "You've got to help me." 

"I've already told you how I'm gonna help, but you've gotta help or it's no 
deal. Say yes, right now." 

"Yes," Nancy said. She was angry with herself that her reaction wasn't so 
much guilt at her acquiescence as it was frustration that she had been 
coerced into such a role. But she knew instinctively that the only way she 
could hold her head up with her friends was by a sharing of shame. 

"Okay," Dave said. "Right after breakfast." He rolled over on his stomach. 
"Gimme another twenty minutes' shuteye while I recharge my batteries, Nan. 
That frantic big ass of yours like to wore me out last night." 

"I'm-I'm going to the motel restaurant now," Nancy said quickly. "I don't 
want to-to be with the others until-until afterward." 

"Okay," Dave grunted in a muffled voice. 

Nancy left the motel room and walked to the restaurant. She had thought she 
couldn't stomach anything more than black coffee, but to her surprise she 
found herself ravenously hungry. She had eggs, ham, toast, and two cups of 
coffee. Then she went to the motel office, where she stood apparently 
examining the magazines while keeping an eye on the door of the motel room 
occupied by Elaine and Karen. When she saw them come out and walk to the 
restaurant, she waited until they were out of sight and then crossed the 
lawn to the room she shared with Dave. She rousted him out of bed, and he 
went into the bathroom and showered. 

Nancy was sitting in an armchair with her hands tensely folded over what she 
had to admit was an uneasy-feeling stomach when Dave came out of the 
bathroom. He was naked, and her eyes followed his loose-flopping maleness as 
he strode unselfconsciously about the bedroom. He turned and caught her eyes 
upon him. "like to try a little warm-up before the main event?" he asked 
smilingly- 

"No!" Nancy said quickly, wrenching her glance away from her nephew's 
hirsute nudity. She hated herself for her inability to preserve her coolness 
with this extraordinary boy. For he was a boy, she had to keep reminding 
herself. Except that anyone who had spent two years in the Marines could 
hardly be called a boy, as she had said herself. 

Dave lit a cigarette and sat down on the bed. "You're a good fuck, Nan," he 
said quietly. "An' I want more of it. A lot more of it." 

Nancy stared helplessly at his brazen self-assurance. Was there no way to 
appeal to the better nature of this fantastic male animal? Did he have a 
better nature? How could she regain control of this situation whose 
ramifications simply defied belief? 

Dave expelled a cloud of blue cigarette smoke while he considered his aunt 
seated primly in her chair. "What are you gettin' so shook up about, Nan?" 
he said at last. "It's only a prick and a cunt doin' what they were made to 
do. Why sweat it?" 

"But it's the-the relationship!" The cry from the heart burst uncontrolled 
from Nancy. She fought back unwanted tears. 

Dave waved a hand airily. "So what?" he argued. "What about them Egyptian 
kings in the history book in school? The ones where brother an' sister 
married all the time?" 

"The Pharaohs," Nancy said automatically. 

"Right. They made it together from the time the boys could get it up, an' 
who do you hear puttin' the rap on them?" 

"But today there are taboos," Nancy said weakly. 

"I'll guarantee you there won't be in fifty years," Dave said earnestly. 
"They're slippin' fast right now. I couldn't care less that you're Uncle 

Harry's daughter. All you mean to me is a fat pussy an' a fantastic ass. 
Some one of these days-" He paused as the sound of a closing door announced 
the return of Elaine and Karen to the other bedroom. "There they are." , 
Nancy's pulse rate increased. "How-how are you going to-to manage it?" she 
stammered. 

"Easy." Dave raised his voice. "Hey, Elaine and Karen!" he bellowed. "C'mon 
in here for a minute!" He winked at Nancy, who swallowed hard against a 
sudden constriction in her throat. 

Karen was a step ahead of Elaine as the pair entered the bedroom. The blonde 
girl had on her hot pants again. Her eyes widened at sight of Dave sitting 
nude on the bed. She glanced quickly at Nancy and then away. 

"Well!" Elaine said breezily when she took in the scene. "What have we here? 
The founding of a new nudist colony?" 

"I just heard it wasn't television you, were watchin' last night," Dave told 
her. "What about it?" 

"Well, it-I mean we-it was-an accident," Elaine floundered as her gaze went 
from the blushing Karen to the stone-faced Nancy. "It-it just happened." 
Despite the fact that she had had tacit approval from Dave, his present 
unblinking examination of her made her nervous. Her palms smoothed 
continually at the flanks of her lightweight brightly colored print dress. 

"So what'd you see?" Dave inquired lightly. 

Elaine found her own coloring rapidly matching Karen's. "You two-ill bed," 
she stammered. 

"But we didn't mean-" 

She stopped as Dave held up a palm. "You didn't mean to snoop," he agreed. 
"But Nan thinks it was a dirty trick, an' she feels I should do some-thin' 
about it. What do you think I should do about it, Elaine?" 

"Why, I don't-know," she faltered as Dave studied her amusedly. "N-nothing, 
I guess." 

Dave shook his head. "That doesn't hardly seem fair," he pointed out. "Seems 
like the least we should have in a situation like this is turn an' turn 
about." He regarded Elaine with a bright, open smile as the import of his 
words struck her. "So can you get out of that dress yourself or do you need 
help?" 

Elaine was struck dumb. She knew she had made a bargain with this smiling 
devil of a youngster the previous evening, but never in her wildest dreams 
had she envisioned such a denouement. Ever since she had first seen Dave in 
action with his pickup, she had itched internally for a little of what he 
had to supply, but right out in the open, with everyone watching? She hadn't 
felt so shrinkingly embarrassed since at the age of twelve her mother had 
given her a sound bare-bottomed hair-brushing in the presence of her father. 

"Please," she begged. "Can't we-work something out?" 

Dave rose from the bed, and his naked maleness seemed to fill the motel 
bedroom. Elaine took an involuntary backward step. "I guess you need help 
undressin', " Dave suggested. 

"No!" Elaine bleated, retreating until she ran into Karen, whose gray eyes, 
so much softer-looking than Dave's flinty ones, had widened enormously. 

"Then snap to it!" Dave ordered with a harsh edge to his voice. "like right 
now!" 

Helplessly Elaine raised her arms and fumbled for the neck zipper at the 
back of her dress. She found it and drew it down shakily. She pulled the 
dress off her shoulders and down her arms before she skimmed it down her 
body and stepped out of it. She handed it automatically to Karen, who folded 
it and put it over her arm. "Hustle it up!" Dave demanded inexorably. 

Elaine crouched and took the hem of her slip in her hands and worked it 
upward before pulling the slip off over her head. She patted her hair back 
into position as she handed Karen the slip. Elaine wore no girdle, and she 
was conscious of the protrusion of her womanly pot in her tight-fitting thin 
panties and the betraying thrust of her mossy, bearded pudendum against the 
thin stuff of the panties. 

The red-haired girl reached behind herself to unhook her bra and remove it, 
freeing her outsized large breasts which still jutted firmly from her chest 
wall. Her cherry-red nipples stiffened at the sudden coolness afforded by 
the exposure as she struggled frantically to find words to ward off the 
proposed humiliating manhandling. 

Dave's next move withered her last faint hope. He advanced to her, took her 
by an arm, raised a leg upon a hassock, and doubled Elaine over his upraised 
thigh so that her snug-pantied rear protruded invitingly. "There you go, 
Nan," he said to his aunt with a glance at her in her chair. "Help 
yourself." 

Nancy rose to her feet immediately. She felt an odd blend of anger at her 
friend Elaine and pity for her. Yet she couldn't resist the opportunity 
presented, and she told herself that it was owed to her because of Elaine's 
avid witnessing of Nancy's mortifying sex-subjugation of the previous 
evening. 

Nancy moved in behind Elaine and inserted her fingers under the elastic 
waistband of Elaine's panties. She began to draw them downward, her 
fingertips trailing down her friend's warm flesh. No one spoke as the two 
heavy-laden, globular white hind cheeks were slowly unveiled. Elaine's 
unblemished skin was so dazzlingly white that the effulgence from her bared 
bottom seemed to furnish additional light in the room. 

Nancy drew the panties down to the backs of Elaine's knees and left them 
there. Dave glanced down at the out-thrust, gracefully shaped gluteal region 
spread expansively over his thigh. "Kiss it or whack it," he told Nancy. 

The creamy-skinned dark girl hesitated. She still felt too upset and put out 
with Elaine for her spying practices for intimate caresses, but on the other 
hand she really didn't want to hurt her friend. 

"Kiss it or whack it!" Dave repeated impatiently. 

Nancy raised her hand as Elaine's full-fleshed nude buttocks clenched 
apprehensively, then brought her palm down moderately hard but with a 
resounding smack on a sleek globe. Elaine squealed and wriggled. "Let me owe 
her a whacking," Nancy appealed to Dave. 

"Okay, if that's what you want," Dave shrugged. He took his own hand and ran 
his palm all over Elaine's shrinking sitting-surface. "Damn!" he exclaimed, 
palpating the sleek hemispheres. "Now that is really a piece of meat!" 

He straightened Elaine up and began to pull her toward the bed. The sight of 
the redhead's nudity had aroused him so that his lance was projecting 
stiffly. Elaine caught a quick glimpse of its elongated hardness, and she 
whimpered uneasily as Dave pushed her down onto her back. 

"Spread 'em!" Dave demanded, standing in front of the nude, prostrate, 
silky-looking plump body. Elaine widened her thighs gingerly, feeling the 
air's coolness rush in upon previously unrevealed portions of her 
femaleness. Dave reached down and with a finger brushed to either side the 
bronzed curls clustering thickly below her mound, and Elaine flung an arm 
across her eyes in distress as she felt her bare pussy totally exposed to 
the silently watching eyes in the motel bedroom. 

"Very nice," Dave declared. "A handsome cunt you have there for sure." He 
probed it lightly, and Elaine's thighs quivered. 

Dave wasted no further time. He moved on his knees in between Elaine's 
upraised legs, which he parted still more, then lowered himself until he was 
extended full length upon her with his hard prick probing at her soft belly. 
Elaine made an instinctive stifled protesting murmur at the feel of the male 
rigidity boring against her soft flesh. 

Dave lowered himself upon her until Elaine could feel the big prong's 
rubbery hardness prodding her upturned salmon-pink gash. She knew she was 
already wet, and in another second Dave knew it, too, as he fingered her 
there.-"Hah!" he exclaimed triumphantly with a glance at the intently 
watching Nancy. "You two ought to be known as the Gush Sisters." 

The sensation engendered by the blunt-headed penis nudging her sex-sanctuary 
quickened Elaine's emotional response suddenly. The titillating friction 
applied by his slow-rubbing stout rod to her labial recess demanded more 
intimate action. Forgotten were the silent watchers in the room as Elaine's 
heartbeat and pulse rate rocketed upward. She seized Dave's hairy backside 
in her hands and tried to pull him inside her. Her vaginal walls were 
contracting spasmodically as though in anticipation of their imminent 
penetration. 

Dave laughed as Elaine's quick-blooming sexual frenzy was made clear to him 
by her urgent hands and writhing body. He speared the centerpiece of the 
redhead's hairy doughnut with his robustly muscular staff and listened 
delightedly to Elaine's squeak as she felt herself remorselessly distended 
despite her self-lubrication. 

"Oh, God!" the plump red-haired girl breathed. "It's so-big!" 

Dave waggled his hips, and Elaine bit her lip. He sank his shaft steadily 
into her curly-haired sex-tunnel, and Elaine's legs climbed up on his back. 
Deep within the parted crevice of her splayed hind cheeks could be seen a 
tight ringlet of bright red hair circling her brown anus. 

"Oooooooooh!" Elaine got out in a half-grunt, half-exclamation of pleasure 
as Dave hit bottom in her cavern and began to move on her. Slowly at first 
and then with increasing speed, the long hard glistening prick began to 
glide in and out of Elaine's straining receptacle. A fiery wave of sexual 
stimulation washed over her, and she slammed her soft hips upward repeatedly 
to take all she could of the stout spear enfilading her quaking pussy. 

"Ohhh!" she moaned softly as the rhythm enveloped her. "Ohhh! Ooooh! It 
feels-so good! Itooooh!-my pussy's-ahhhh!-on fire!" 

Dave power-dived the redhead's fluttering, vibrating sex-flesh, the sound of 
his belly against hers at the conclusion of each immersing down-stroke as 
audible as a handclap. He found the redhead not as tight as Nancy but 
agreeably appreciative of his efforts upon her as she muttered wordless 
encouragement to him. Her delectably springy cunt swallowed his hard-lunging 
prick in excited gulps while her hands patted his back and shoulders 
enticingly. 

"Oooooooooh!" Elaine burst into full voice again, her legs flurrying over 
Dave's back. She thought she would expire from the pleasure afforded her 
juicy hideaway by Dave's fleshy sword. "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned happily, 
twining her sturdy thighs ever more tightly about her violator. Her bare 
hips tossed, wriggled, squirmed, danced, and twitched in an abandoned 
passion. A red-hot coal was burning deep within her well-frictioned chute. 

"Uhhhhh!" Elaine muttered as her stomach muscles seemed to take on an 
independent life of their own. Then a slow-mounting deluge erupted deep 
within her soundly fucked cunt. "Ohh! Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" she ejaculated in 
soprano-clear amazed delight. All her lovely full-fleshed curves jounced in 
fleshy jello-like freedom as the intensity of her sexual spasm overcame her. 
"Dave! Ohhhh!" Her rotund nude backside thrust upward vigorously as a series 
of deep-seated explosions convulsed her. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured 
dreamily. "It felt-so nice-to come like that!" She raised her head. "Did you 
feel me come, Dave?" 

He didn't answer her. His hard-thrusting pumping continued as his unweakened 
plunger shot in and out of its captive orifice. The tip of his prick began 
to tingle, and he redoubled his efforts. Right from the toes he felt the 
surging tide of sperm that jetted from his balls and thundered through his 
sinewy steel-like rod into Elaine's still-quaking pussy-depths. He collapsed 
upon her with a long sigh as her hands massaged his back gently. 

The sight of Elaine's sound fucking had melted the hard knot of Nancy's 
anger completely. Tremendously stirred herself, she enjoyed vicariously her 
friend's unutterable carnal enjoyment of Dave's big prick. She was surprised 
to find her eyelids bedewed with happy tears. 

Nancy rose from her chair quickly and went into the bathroom, where she 
soaked a washcloth in warm water. Dave had raised himself from the 
red-haired girl's body and flung himself to one side, and Nancy gently 
separated Elaine's slack legs again and composedly watched the oozing 
fiery-red crevice for a moment before she began to wash it tenderly. Then 
she bent down over the bed and the two friends exchanged a long, lingering 
kiss. 

A sound from Karen turned both their heads in the blonde girl's direction. 
Karen was sitting with a hand pressed apprehensively to her lips, watching 
Dave as he half-sat up on the edge of the bed. "No!" Karen exclaimed 
fearfully. "Don't touch me! I'm-I'm afraid!" 

Dave's gray eyes examined the shrinking blonde girl speculatively as he rose 
from the bed. 

 CHAPTER IV 

Dave regarded the agitated blonde equably. "What's the fuss, baby?" he 
inquired. 

"You-you want to do it to me, too, and I won't let you!" Karen cried. The 
immediate effect of this statement of intention was lost when her voice slid 
off to an importuning, propitiating whisper. "Please don't?" 

Dave's interest was piqued. "If you're runnin' with this pair, baby, there 
can't be much new happen to your front porch." He rose from the bed with his 
half-diminished, reddened, and greasy-looking penis still emergent from his 
hairy belly. "Or is it just the love-muscle you're afraid of?" 

He strode to the blonde girl, who tried to dart behind the armchair, but 
Dave seized her arm. "Don't!" she shrieked, the thin edge of panic in her 
highpitched outcry. "Don't touch me!" 

Dave looked inquiringly at Nancy and Elaine. "This one a lezzie?" he asked. 

Elaine had risen from the bed also. On her feet, she and Nancy had exchanged 
another lingering kiss, and Nancy's palm was lightly stroking the effulgence 
of Elaine's bare behind. "Not really," Nancy replied to Dave. "It's just 
that she was always afraid of boys and she's never gotten over it." 

"It's a phobia with her," Elaine chimed in. "Karen can't help herself." 

Dave returned his attention to the blonde, who was still trying to wrench 
free from his grip. "Easy, easy, baby," he said soothingly. "Why the 
hang-up?" 

Karen didn't-or couldn't-reply. She stopped struggling, but stood breathing 
heavily, her slenderness all huddled together as though she feared assault. 

Dave continued to regard her speculatively. Karen's timidity and obviously 
genuine fear continued to arouse his interest. "You watched from the 
bathroom last night?" he asked in a reasonable tone. Karen nodded, her 
sensitive-looking mouth strained. "Then why should I let you off? I didn't 
Elaine, and she don't look exactly like she was shot down in flames." 

Karen shot a quick glance at her friend's ebullient nudity, plumply female 
and plainly well used, her thick swatch of red-gold hair at her 
apex-triangle damply limp, then looked away. "Please don't do it to me!" she 
entreated imploringly in a smothered tone. 

"Okay," Dave agreed in unexpected largesse. "I'll make a deal with you, 
Karen. You take off those jazzy-lookin' hot pants an' give me a look at what 
you're savin' an' I won't lay a finger on you this mornin'. " 

Karen stared at him suspiciously. "You mean you just want to look at it." 

"That's right." 

"But how can I trust you?" Karen asked as though she were arguing with 
herself. 

Dave nodded at Nancy and Elaine. "There's your bodyguards. They ought to be 
able to give me a hard time while you run for the cops." 

"It's not funny!" Karen said beseechingly, the corners of her mouth 
quivering. "I can't-I can't help it!" 

"That's why we're makin' a deal," Dave answered. "You just unwrap it an' sit 
it down on my lap for a minute, an' then we'll hit the road for Shreveport." 
He let go of Karen's arm, plunked himself down in the armchair, and looked 
at the blonde girl expectantly. 

She stood hesitantly for a long moment, and then her hands went slowly to 
her waist. "You'll help me?" she petitioned her friends. Nancy and Elaine 
nodded solemnly. Karen drew a deep breath, unfastened the ceremonial belt 
around her slim waist, and unzipped the side zipper on her girlishly white 
short-shorts. She tugged and pulled them down over the swell of hips that 
were slender but far from unfeminine-looking, then eased the shorts down her 
long, beautifully shaped white legs. Her entire lower body stood revealed in 
a pink bikini-brief. 

"You're doin' great," Dave assured her, eyeing the blonde girl's lissome 
attractions. "Just shuck the blanket off the horse an' come sit here a 
minute." 

With less hesitation Karen scooped the brief down until it tumbled over her 
ankles, joining the short-shorts. She stepped out of both and with an 
appealing little-girl modesty bashfully seated herself in Dave's lap. 

Dave was at once intrigued by his first quick glimpse of Karen's almost 
hairless pussy. "Will you look at the little bare face on that cunt!" he 
exclaimed delightedly. Karen blushed scarlet. "Tip back a little, baby, an' 
give me a better look." 

Hesitantly the blonde girl complied, sliding down in Dave's lap until she 
was resting almost on her shoulder blades with her legs lifted in the air. 

"Open up," Dave commanded. 

Karen widened her slender legs, and Dave gazed hungrily at the almost 
childish-looking pink furrow sparsely adorned with blonde hair. In contrast 
to Nancy and Elaine's business-like-looking, somewhat ragged genitalia, 
Karen's was the smoothly inward-folded vaginal excrescence of a 
five-year-old except for its dimensions. "Man, I can see how you missed 
gettin' it so far with that little piss-strainer!" Dave exclaimed. "Any guy 
who got this close to it would right away start thinkin' of jailbait!" 
Delicately he ran a finger from top to bottom of the rosy-looking fissure 
while Karen's thighs quivered. "Okay," Dave said finally. "Turn over an' let 
me see your ass." 

Obediently the blonde girl squirmed herself face down over Dave's lap, 
exposing her nubile, delicate-yet-solid appearing naked bottom to 

Dave's approving gaze. The quick-flaring sweep of pulchritudinous girl-flesh 
from slender waist to fragile-looking hip-fullness created a charmingly 
exquisite and flower-like appearance. Dave patted the silky-soft surfaces 
appraisingly, and Karen tensed involuntarily. "What the hell are you so 
damned afraid of, Karen?" Dave demanded. 

"I don't-know!" she replied breathlessly. Her inner sensations were a 
mixture of prudish self-shrinking and a central warming excitement, but she 
couldn't force herself to relax and enjoy the male hand stroking her nude 
behind. "Honestly, I don't know!" 

"She's always been like that," Elaine spoke up, eyeing Karen's 
alabaster-white beauteous-looking sit down. "She didn't speak to us for 
three weeks once when we were having a party and Nancy and I tried to roger 
her with a candle." 

"Elaine!" Karen protested. "You shouldn't say such things!" 

Dave inserted a thumb and forefinger between the blonde girl's pliant hind 
cheeks and separated them. He and Nancy and Elaine gazed down upon the 
depths of Karen's buttock-furrow, lightly dusted with blonde hairs. Centered 
therein was the paler-fleshed areola of Karen's anus with the darker target 
of her tightly-clenched brown buttonhole. Dave eased the tip of his little 
finger into this orifice and wiggled it about. Strangely, Karen made no 
verbal objection although her sphincter-muscle closed strongly about the 
intruder and her long, slender legs waved uneasily as they trailed over 
Dave's lap. 

"Okay," Dave said finally with a brisk slap upon the over-his-knee amplitude 
of Karen's rump. "Next lesson tonight." He raised the blonde girl to her 
feet and watched her stoop swiftly to cover her nudity with the bikini-brief 
and short-shorts. Karen's pretty face was a delicate shade of pink, and she 
refused to look at either Nancy or Elaine. 

Elaine used the bathroom and dressed while Dave reloaded the car. He 
maneuvered the seating arrangement so that a somewhat doubtful-looking Karen 
found herself in the front seat with him. For the first two hours on the 
highway Dave paid no attention to her, however, and gradually her wary, 
defensive attitude softened. The fastidious-looking slim blonde girl sat 
with her hands folded chastely in her lap. 

Following their second late start, they had another late lunch, but in 
mid-afternoon Dave had the Toronado rocketing along the highway. There had 
been no sound from the back-seat passengers since they slumped against the 
cushions after the filling meal, and Karen, although sitting upright, was 
dozing peacefully when the touch of Dave's hand on hers snapped her gray 
eyes open apprehensively. 

Karen's disquieted glance fell upon Dave, who had unzipped himself, and her 
eyes widened as she stared at the purple-headed lazy erection protruding 
from his slacks. Instinctively she pulled her hand away from Dave's and slid 
farther away from him on the seat, although she was unable to remove her 
gaze from the white-fleshed semi-rigidity so close at hand. 

Dave patiently sought out her hand with his again and deliberately, with 
unhurried strength, pulled Karen's unwilling hand across the car seat and 
into his lap. Karen's lips pursed as Dave forced her hand down onto his 
exposure. Her palm tingled from its contact with the warm-feeling aroused 
penis, and her toes curled in her shoes. 

At the touch of her soft hand Dave's hardness intensified, and Karen 
shivered as his maleness swelled in her hand. Despite her discomposure she 
couldn't refrain from closely studying the big prick whose dimensions 
terrified yet piqued her. She shot a quick glance into the back seat, where 
all was quiet, then gave herself up for the first time in her life to 
deliberate inspection of a male organ. 

She fingered it lightly from tip to thick base, stroked it, squeezed it, and 
waggled it from side to side. She glanced quickly at Dave's face, but he was 
staring straight ahead down the road. Karen returned to her prisoner and 
delicately examined with her fingertips the coronal ridge behind the 
plum-colored head, then traced the prominent blue veins and the major vein 
underneath. She watched as a drop of clear liquid oozed from the slit in the 
rubbery-feeling head, and she could feel a similar emergent moisture 
dampening her own panties. 

Dave made no effort to force her as he had done with Elaine the day before. 
He knew already that this proper-seeming, demure blonde girl operated on a 
different wave-length. He sat rock-like despite the stimulation afforded by 
the questing, exploring small hand as Karen made up for years of 
penis-curiosity by thoroughly examining the prospect in hand. 

For fully twenty minutes she did everything but turn her captive inside out 
as she persisted with her belated recognition-process. Once or twice Dave 
almost lost control, but he was able to relax sufficiently to permit Karen's 
exploration to continue unchecked. Finally she tucked his erection partway 
back into his slacks with a final pat. "Thank you," she whispered across the 
front seat. In a moment she curled down into a flexible ball and slept. 

Dave eyed the peaceful-appearing waxen blondeness of Karen as she slept. He 
shook his head thoughtfully. This was truly a tidbit to be savored when the 
time was right, and he sensed that the time was near. Karen's sexual 
curiosity would eventually overcome her little-girl fear, especially after 
her close-range witnessing of Dave's fucking of Elaine and Nancy. 

He woke his road-weary passengers on the outskirts of Shreveport. Elaine 
selected the motel and as usual bargained successfully for the same type of 
accommodation as previously. "Short hop to New Orleans tomorrow," Dave 
announced as he carried the girls' bags inside. "I'll call my friend Harry 
Scott right now an' see what's cookin' at his end of the line." 

Nancy sat in the room's armchair while Dave curled up on the bed with the 
telephone and placed his call. Elaine and Karen were in the other bedroom. 
"Hey, Harry!" Dave said exuberantly when he had his connection. "This is 
your buddy Dave ninety miles out an' flyin' low. Yeah, that's right. I'll 
hit the deck in your area around noon tomorrow." He listened, then winked at 
the listening Nancy. "Naw, the usual kind of trip. Except I got three 
goodlookin' women with me who want to see the Mardi Gras." 

He listened again, twining the phone cord in his powerful fingers. "I am 
like hell kiddin'. Wait'll you see them." There was a short pause. "You got 
what? A house? To put us all up?" Dave glanced at Nancy, who looked 
doubtful. "Tell you what, Harry," Dave resumed, "we'll talk about it when I 
see you tomorrow. We're all interested in holdin' down expenses, naturally, 
so maybe we can work somethin' out. You've really got the space?" 

He was silent for a good two minutes as Nancy could hear the faint sound of 
the voice at the other end of the line. "Two bedrooms an' a couple daybeds? 
Yeah, it sounds okay, but I got to check with my females. You still playin' 
the piano at the Silver Spur? Yeah? Well, okay, I'll see you tomorrow. We'll 
have a drink to the sweet life at Parris Island." He hung up the phone. 

"What's Parris Island?" Nancy asked. 

"Marine boot camp," Dave explained. "Two degrees this side of pure hell." He 
looked at Nancy speculatively, then crooked a finger at her. "C'mere, 
handsome." 

Nancy's heartbeat quickened but she remained in her chair. "Don't you think 
it's time we started behaving like adults?" she inquired. 

"No, I don't," Dave said emphatically. "C'mere." 

"What do you want?" Nancy asked rhetorically, rising from the armchair. She 
approached Dave, who was sitting on the edge of the bed. He stationed her 
between his knees, then ran his hands up inside the back of her skirt and 
cupped her full-blown pantied buttocks in his palms. "Dave!" Nancy 
protested. 

He was staring up into her face while his hands laved her wide-bottomed 
fulsomeness. "How's your ass?" he asked. 

"Still tender," she replied with attempted lightness, but a quaver in her 
voice betrayed the quick arousal taking place within her as the strong male 
hands massaged her croup. "Dave!" she said in an intense whisper. "We 
mustn't!" 

The back of her skirt was elevated by Dave's muscular forearms. His hands 
rose higher and seized the elasticized waistband of her panties. Nancy drew 
a long breath as Dave pulled her panties down, exposing her portly hind 
cheeks, still dotted with pinch-bruises that were already fading. Right in 
front of Dave's face, slightly below eye level, the down-drawn panties 
revealed Nancy's thick bush, silky-soft yet bristling with its fleecy curls 
surmounting her prominent mound. Dave leaned forward and pressed his lips 
against his aunt's warm belly. 

Nancy shuddered at the sensation engendered by Dave's mouth as his lips 
grazed lightly upon the warm-ivory satin-softness of her abdomen. She blew 
out her breath sharply as Dave turned his head and crouched down so that he 
could fit his face into her thigh-juncture where his tongue darted into her 
nearly concealed crevice, "Dave!" she said weakly. 

He withdrew his face and rose to his feet. "Take your clothes off," he said 
abruptly. "Just the smell of that nooky of yours turns me on." He raised the 
arms still under her clothing and lifted Nancy's dress and slip up to her 
shoulders. She stood passively while he pulled them off over her head. 

She watched nervously as he began to undress, her emotions a tangled 
kaleidoscope of whirling perturbation. Desire for the rising maleness 
visible with the removal of her nephew's jockey shorts mingled with panicky 
self-condemnation for the lewdness of her own thoughts. Mechanically she 
stooped and plucked her down-fallen panties from around her ankles, then 
tossed them onto the bed. 

Naked, Dave approached her and put his arms around her. Nancy had on only 
her bra and stockings. She shivered as the male body closed with hers and 
Dave's semi-hard mouth fused on her own. How could she be so abandoned, one 
corner of her mind questioned as Dave's tongue probed between her lips and 
scoured her mouth, and involuntarily she came up on her toes to return his 
scorching kiss. She could hear their heavy breathing as she shot her own 
tongue into Dave's mouth and lips and tongues languorously writhed in 
scalding sexual stimulation. 

All reasoning processes and all shame fled completely as Nancy felt Dave's 
mighty mainspring rise up and probe at the front of her thighs. 

Feverishly she reached down and took hold of his beefy power-prong and tried 
to fit it into herself standing up. The only sensation left in the world was 
the yearning one in her sweltering cunt for this massive pole. 

"Wait!" Dave said hoarsely, backing away. He took her hand, and before Nancy 
realized what he was doing, her nephew half-led, half-pulled her through the 
bathroom into the other bedroom. Only in the last few yards did she 
seriously attempt to pull back, and by then it was too late. Silence fell 
upon the vivaciously chattering Elaine and Karen as they witnessed Dave's 
and Nancy's nude invasion of their room. A familiar look of agitated unease 
spread over Karen's pale-blonde features, but this time it was accompanied 
by a follow-up look of speculative curiosity. 

Dave sat Nancy down upon the bed. She was almost numb with cock-yearning and 
indifferent to the stares of her big-eyed friends. Dave tipped her onto her 
back, spread her legs, and began to finger-frig her pouting chalice while at 
the same time he called to Elaine. "C'mon an' suck this a minute," he said, 
pointing to his groin. 

His forefinger dipped in and out of his aunt's cunt-hole while her breath 
whistled noisily and Elaine approached him hesitantly. Karen watched 
fascinatedly as the red-haired girl knelt as though hypnotized in front of 
Dave and bent her bright head until she could tip the head of his already 
stalwart penis-sturdiness into her mouth. Elaine began to suck on the prick 
steadily as Dave continued to drive Nancy wild with his dexterous 
stimulation of her wide-splayed sexual parts. 

The fully clothed Elaine felt as though she were bursting inside her 
constricting clothing as she tongued and sucked Dave's fortified shaft. She 
wished she were as near-naked as Nancy, whose muscles just under her tautly 
shining skin were rippling and jiggling from sensation-stimulated sexual 
sparks twitching her soft flesh. 

"All right!" Dave muttered, pushing Elaine's head away. Elaine remained 
kneeling passively beside the bed as Dave turned Nancy over until she was 
face down, then indicated to her that she was to rise to her knees. Karen 
moved closer until she was standing beside Elaine, and both girls watched in 
mounting excitement as Dave widened Nancy's knee-stance before moving in 
behind her on his knees and bringing his prick up between her thighs. 

His big hands forced his aunt's upper body downward until her sleek-looking 
back was an inclined slope and her tell-tale pinch-bruised bottom was thrust 
firmly backward. He slotted the tip of his erection in Nancy's gaping twat 
from his dog-fashion fucking position and began to thrust his stout shaft 
into her. 

With its disappearance inside her, Dave's ramrod teased his aunt's 
sensitized clitoris, and she gasped aloud as Dave began to fuck her in 
earnest with long, plunging strokes. His hard belly whacked noisily against 
her soft behind as the long penis penetrated Nancy's pulsating depths. She 
began to make inarticulate, tongue-tied sounds as Dave's pace quickened and 
his tough tallow submerged itself incessantly in her pussy-crypt. 

"Ohh! Ohh! Ohh!" Nancy's husked voice throbbed as Dave continued to plow her 
garden. She found the strange position tremendously arousing. Her entire 
sex-zone felt pleasantly aflame. Her knees flexed continually as she eagerly 
supported Dave's lunges into her palpitating penis-crammed quim. "Ohhhhhh! 
Ooooh! Ohhhhhh!" her voice soared. 

Dave himself was lost to everything except the womanly quiver so tightly 
clutching except the shaft. He withdrew right to the tip of his prick on 
each pull-back to enjoy more fully the delicious plunging sensation of each 
complete immersion in his aunt's sizzling cranny. He felt a warning tingling 
in his balls as his discharge began to crowd to the surface, and he slammed 
up still harder into the well-greased channel he was poking. 

Karen crouched suddenly to get down to Elaine's eye level so the blonde girl 
could better see the slippery-looking, inflexible stiff pole ramming Nancy's 
swimming cunt with metronomic regularity. Nancy's voice rose in a poignant 
chirping outcry. "Ohh! Ohh! G-God!" she stammered. "I'm-ohh!-it's 
lovely-ooooh!-I'm-ohhh!it's-starting! Ahhhhhhh! AHHHHH! Aieeeeee! I'm 
coming! I'm-AHHHHHHHhhhhhhhh!" 

She crouched forward on her elbows, all her flesh slack for an instant, 
quick little shudders of draining emotion convulsing her nude body. At the 
same instant Dave grunted loudly and began to whack his turbulent rod into 
Nancy's quiver with even more force. His regular strokes into his aunt's 
quim disintegrated into rabbit-like plunging as hot jets of sperm cascaded 
from the straining tip of his hefty rocket-engine into her overflowing 
cavern. Thin streams of semen ran down Nancy's inner thighs. 

Nancy sighed deeply as she felt the formerly unflagging big penis begin to 
wane inside her. A realization of her position as well as of the watchers in 
the room overwhelmed her, and she tried to flatten out on the bed. To her 
distress, Dave's hands locked under her belly held her immobile, and Elaine 
and Karen feasted their eyes on the dark-haired girl's tremendously 
well-fucked appearance. 

Dave pulled out of her finally with a loud sucking noise that to Nancy's 
cringing ears sounded mortifyingly loud. She dropped to her stomach as soon 
as Dave removed his hands as though she hoped to hide the dripping evidence 
of Dave's well-advertised semen-burst into her oozing chasm. She felt 
terribly ashamed that Karen and Elaine had openly witnessed her subjugation, 
but her body reveled in the afterglow of the powerful stimulation it had 
received. 

When Nancy turned her head, Karen's face was practically level with hers. 
"What does it really feel like?" the blonde girl whispered in an intensely 
felt query that surmounted her ingrained inhibitions. 

Nancy had to clear her throat before she could reply. "There's no feeling 
like it-in the world," she said huskily. "There's no way I can explain it." 

Dave had turned his attention to Elaine. He dropped his hands on the 
shoulders of the red-haired girl, who was still kneeling beside the bed, and 
pulled her head closer to his groin as he sat on the bed's edge. Elaine 
shrank slightly at first as her nose was rubbed against the rubicund, greasy 
penis, then gave it a tentative lick with her tongue. "That's it," Dave 
grunted, pulling her head tightly in against his crotch until she could 
hardly breathe. "Bring it back up for Karen." 

The words generated a picture that Elaine found inexpressibly horny. The 
thought of Dave's lusty maleness in combination with the blonde girl's 
shrinking femininity really turned Elaine on. She couldn't wait to see it, 
if Dave really meant it. She plunged her face into his lap and took the 
flagging penis in her mouth and began to lip-caress and mouth-fondle it 
busily. 

Nancy sprawled laxly on the bed with her polka-dotted wide bottom upturned 
while she watched Elaine's vigorous oral manipulation of Dave's member. The 
diminished prick began to swell again, and Elaine's mouth ovaled as she 
tried to retain all of the increasing erection inside her hardworking mouth. 
Slowly the thick base emerged little by little, and Elaine was reduced to 
sucking hard at the rampageous head and tip which pressed ever harder 
against the back of her throat. 

Nancy felt a slight tinge of envy as she watched Elaine's mouth's obvious 
love affair with Dave's prick. Dave should have let her suck him off, she 
thought to herself. Hadn't she taken all of his hard gristle in her 
sex-arbor and wrung semen-tribute from him in copious quantities? Dave 
should have let her finish the job, Nancy felt, but she really didn't have 
the strength to protest. 

Dave pushed Nancy slightly to one side on the bed and at the same time moved 
Elaine backward on her knees, away from his totally re-aroused brawny 
erection. His flinty gray eyes rested on the suddenly nervous Karen, who had 
straightened up from her former crouching position where she could watch 
better Dave's mighty rogering of his aunt. 

"Okay, Karen," Dave said breezily. "Strip." 

The blonde girl swallowed hard. "P-please," she begged. "I'm afraid." 

"Strip," Dave repeated. "Or I'll get these two to help you." 

Karen's hands went uncertainly to the lace-edged blouse she wore with her 
short-shorts. "You're not going to do that to me, are you?" she appealed. 
She unbuttoned the blouse and removed it, then fumbled with her bra clasp. 
"Are y-you?" 

"You'll love it," Dave told her, eyeing with satisfaction the surprisingly 
plump pink-nippled love-apples that popped into view with the removal of 
Karen's brassiere. "That's a nice set of tits you've got there, Karen. Now 
bust your ass out of the asbestos packing." 

Quick tears trembled on the blonde girl's eyelids, poised an instant, and 
then began to run down her pale cheeks. Karen, however, obediently 
unzip-pered her hot pants as she had before and tugged them downward. She 
took a deep breath, looked at Dave beseechingly, then at his hard-eyed stare 
meekly pulled down her bikini-brief. Her beautifully formed thighs and 
yielding malleable buttocks, bantam-sized only by comparison with her 
friends' wide-spanned capaciousness, glowed whitely in the room. 

Dave found the blonde girl's spotlessly virginal, angelically modest 
demeanor irresistibly attractive. He took Karen's arm and pulled her down 
onto his lap. Her mouth was tense and her flesh was cold, and Dave slowed 
what had been about to be an impetuous assault. He stroked, cupped, and 
fondled Karen's round bubbies with their carmined thrusting nipples, then 
rubbed her smooth belly gently with the palm of his hand. 

Karen's breath caught in her throat and her body-stiffness slackened. Dave 
tapped Elaine on the shoulder and nodded toward Karen's pink-folded 
almost-hairless embrasure as he tipped the blonde girl onto her back and 
parted her long legs. "C'mon, Elaine," Dave instructed, "give this little 
cherry-holder a fast tongue-bath." 

Elaine moved around Dave's thigh until she could easily reach Karen's 
up-thrust pouting pink blossom. The red-haired girl licked the whole length 
of Karen's pussy-lips while the blonde's slender legs stiffened, then thrust 
the tip of her tongue into Karen's cunt-hole and wiggled it around. 
"Ooooooooh!" Karen exclaimed throat-ily, her back arching. 

"Your turn now, Nan," Dave said easily. "Give it a once over, twice." 

Nancy climbed down from the bed and knelt in front of Karen as Elaine made 
way. Nancy's smoothly heavy hind cheeks rippled gelatinously as she thrust 
her face into Karen's warm grotto and retracted with her tongue the 
saliva-laden path Elaine had taken just a moment before. Karen squealed 
shrilly as Nancy once more emulated Elaine and forced her tongue into 
Karen's cunt, which deposited a salty residue upon Nancy's tongue-tip. 

Elaine impulsively reached down between Nancy's buttocks and inserted a 
finger in her still-damp twat. The unexpected sex-touch made Nancy surge 
forward until her nose was almost buried in Karen's apricot-colored 
sex-incision, and the blonde girl squealed again at the sensation afforded 
by Nancy's hot breath. Elaine continued to finger-frig the kneeling Nancy 
who continued to lick and suck Karen's pussy. 

"Okay," Dave said at last. "Give us a little room now. He moved Karen from 
his lap onto the bed. 

Immediately the blonde girl tensed again. "I can't help it!" she pleaded to 
Dave's disgusted look. "You're going to h-hurt me!" 

"Just for a minute," Dave said soothingly. "An' then you'll never have to 
worry about it again." 

Renewed tears dribbled down Karen's pale cheeks. "But your big thing will 
hurt me!! " she importuned Dave as if she thought he hadn't heard her 
before. 

"Stop your squallin'! " Dave said with more bite in his voice. He rose from 
the bed and stood erect while facing Karen, who was on her back. Dave seized 
her thighs and slid her to the edge of the bed until her legs dangled. "Put 
your feet flat on the floor!" he ordered. Karen did so fearfully. "Now make 
all the rest of you as flat on the bed as you can." 

Nancy and Elaine watched puzzledly as Dave widened Karen's thighs, the backs 
of which remained flat on the bed. "Keep the soles of your feet on the 
floor," Dave commanded. He moved in between the blonde's legs and placed the 
tip of his prick against the entrance to her pink, hairless grotto. He bent 
down over Karen with his hands on either side of her waist for support and 
to hold her firmly in place, then began a steady thrust forward. 

"Oooooooh, you're stretching me!" Karen whimpered. "It's too big! It's too 
big!" 

"It's not too big," Dave said exasperatedly. He increased the pressure on 
Karen's tender cunt. 

"Oww!" the blonde muttered, tossing her head from side to side. "Oww! You're 
hitting-bottom! You're-ooooooh!" She caught her breath in an indrawn gasp as 
Dave suddenly slipped inward three inches. "That stings! It stings!" 

"Would you believe I'm in her?" Dave said matter-of-factly to Nancy and 
Elaine. 

"You can't be," Elaine said flatly. "She'd have screamed the walls down. And 
what kind of a position is that?" 

"It's called the suspensory position," Dave replied slowly easing his thick 
white prong farther into Karen's gaping pussy. "The angle makes the softer 
prick-head stretch an' break the cherry instead of the hard-ringed corona 
which really rips it." He looked down at the blonde girl worriedly biting 
her lip. "How you doin', puss?" 

"Don't go in any farther!" she implored him. "Please don't go in any 
farther!" 

"You silly," Elaine giggled, "he's in almost up to his balls." 

Karen raised her head. "I don't believe it!" she said, trying in vain to see 
what was taking place in the area of her fragile sex-chute. "He-he can't 
be!" 

"He is, though," Nancy confirmed. "How's your pussy feel now, Karen?" 

"Tender," the blonde girl acknowledged. "But I'm afraid if he goes in any 
further it will really start hurting." 

"Don't you understand?" Elaine cried. "He's already broken your hymen!" 

Still disbelieving, Karen blinked nervously as Dave began to move in and out 
of her in slow motion. 

 CHAPTER V 

"Take it-easy!" Karen muttered in an undertone as Dave removed his hands 
from her waist and slowly moved his prick back and forth in her clinging 
sheath, but then her voice changed. "Say, it really doesn't hurt all that 
much, does it?" she exclaimed wonderingly. 

"And you've been fighting it since you were in diapers," Elaine jeered. 
"What have we been telling you all this time?" 

"But I had a girl friend who said it almost killed her the first time!" 
Karen declared. "She said-" Another new note came into Karen's voice. "-she 
couldn't walk-for two days. Elaine! It feels just like when-you suck it-down 
there! It-ohhhh!-feels like-ooooh!-I'm coming!" 

Elaine's excited giggled mingled with the sudden flurried movements of 
Karen's slim middle as her sexual arousal churned her stomach muscles and 
wrenched her thighs. Her vaginal walls grabbed at the potent intruder and 
inundated it with love juice as Karen's hips squirmed and wriggled. "I think 
she gets the picture now," Nancy observed. 

It was the moment for which Dave had been waiting. He withdrew completely 
from the blonde girl's pussy, now well-lubricated, and moved Karen bodily 
into the center of the bed. The head of his thick boarding pike was streaked 
with crimson and there were small driblets on Karen's inner thighs, but Dave 
kept close to her so she couldn't see her own blood on his lance. He was 
afraid she would become upset again. 

Instead, he placed her firmly on her back and elevated her legs while 
spreading them as he prepared to enter her again in the conventional 
missionary position. He worked his lengthy ramrod in cautiously while Karen 
held her breath, momentarily fearful of new terrors, but the newly greased 
pole slid along the oily channel with a minimum of resistance. Karen grunted 
inelegantly when Dave fetched up pubic hair to pubic hair with his bushy 
swatch tickling her nearly bare-faced sex-flesh. 

"Hold-on-now!" Dave rasped, getting down to work. He fondled the blonde's 
tip-tilted bare bubbies for an instant before pillowing his head between her 
shoulder and neck and bending his back to the plow. Timidly Karen placed her 
hands on his shoulders in emulation of what she had seen Nancy and Elaine do 
when they were in her position. 

Dave's thick gristle pistoned in and out of Karen's dainty-looking cunt 
while an occasional twinge of pain shivered through the blonde girl's 
athletic-looking body, but as Dave really settled in to solid fucking of the 
newly broken-in Karen, her mounting excitement submerged her slightly 
painful reaction to the big prick boring her cloister. Her marble-white legs 
climbed Dave's back and twined tightly at the ankles while her untrained 
backside attempted experimental upward movements to greet the ravaging blunt 
instrument sweetly stroking her interior. 

"How's it-goin' now, puss?" Dave panted. He was already lightly bedewed with 
perspiration from the exertion of his efforts. 

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Karen murmured in speechless increasing bliss. "Mmmmmm! 
Ooooh! It's-delicious!" 

Dave slammed his pelvis into Karen's mound with increasing fury, grinding 
his hips, stroking her again and again as he drove her closer to the ecstasy 
of supreme pleasure. Karen felt as though a jackhammer had been turned loose 
in her quivering flesh as wave after wave of sensation flooded through her. 

"Ohhhh, Christ!" she gasped as her legs twitched wildly and spread 
themselves upon each of Dave's withdrawals to the very tip of his rigid 
cock, only to have her legs jerk inward again upon each immersing downstroke 
as she enfolded her ravisher. Every tingling nerve in her body seemed 
centered in her lower belly. 

Dave drove himself deeper, and harder, and the pulsating time-bomb exploded 
deep within Karen's cunt, surprising her with its suddenness as her whole 
body heaved upward. "Aieeeeeeeee!" she shrieked. "Aieeeeeeee! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!" 
She came again and again in a multiple orgasm that almost frightened her by 
its intensity. 

Then Dave shouted hoarsely, thundering in her ear, while with savage jerks 
he filled her with his boiling sperm. His hips continued to flutter as his 
penis expelled the last of his passion into Karen's belly-cavern. Karen felt 
uniquely content with Dave's almost crushing weight atop her and his 
deflating cock still sheltered within the walls of her throbbing vagina. 

He rolled to one side, stifling a groan. In all his young life he had never 
felt so drained. The thought crossed his mind fleetingly that these three 
women would wear him to a frazzle. Ahhhhhh, but it's sweet, he rationalized. 
For as long as I last. 

Karen was sitting up in bed, staring with curiosity but no concern at her 
blood-spotted thighs. She fingered herself cautiously between her legs and 
beamed when she experienced nothing more than a slight tenderness. "Say, 
Dave," she demanded eagerly, "when are you going to do it to me like you did 
it to Nancy?" 

"How do you like that for a conversion?" Elaine remarked. "Scared to death 
beforehand, and now she can't get enough of it. I'm telling you the female 
is a wondrous thing." 

With the cessation of activity on the bed, Nancy's passions had cooled. Her 
own nudity, Karen's sprawled nakedness, and Elaine's complacently 
greasy-lipped appearance-the enormity of it all rushed in suddenly upon 
Nancy's consciousness. 

How had they reached this state of abandon? Her blood relationship to Dave 
made her own participation far worse, of course, but they were all acting 
like animals. 

"I've got to dress," she said abruptly, and went through the bathroom to the 
other bedroom. Karen scrambled to her knees before bending down to shyly 
kiss the tip of Dave's bare shoulder. Then the blonde girl slid from the bed 
and reached for her underwear, which she carried into the bathroom with her. 

Elaine was left alone with Dave. She sat down on the bed and stroked his 
perspiration-slick body. "I suppose you've had enough sex now to last you 
for the next two hundred years?" she asked Dave, whose breathing was just 
settling from heavy to regular. 

"For the next twenty minutes, anyway," he said with bravado. 

"I'll hold you to that," Elaine smiled. "Remember, I didn't get any today." 

"Baby, you'll have to tow the train," he said feelingly. "The boiler's 
busted on this forty-rodder." 

"Temporarily," Elaine said softly. "Temporarily." 

It took them half an hour to get sorted out, showered, dressed, and into the 
motel restaurant for dinner. Dave had two Scotch and sodas before dinner and 
a brandy afterward. He still felt a half-dreamy lassitude that enervated his 
system. The last few days had really been a bit much. 

"Dave, I want to talk to you about your friend, Harry Scott," Nancy said 
before they left the dining room. 

"What about him?" Dave asked lazily. 

"This-this arrangement," Nancy frowned at the sound of the phrase, "to use 
his house, I mean-what will he expect in return?" 

"In the way of sexual favors, you mean?" Dave asked with heavy irony. "Just 
wait'll you see this cat. You girls'll have calluses on your shoulder-blades 
from hitting the deck in front of him, hopin' he'll take you on." 

"That's exactly what we don't want!" Nancy said heatedly. "I think this trip 
had gotten entirely out of hand!" 

"Don't be such a killjoy, Nancy," Elaine responded immediately. "I'm 
enjoying it, and so are you, too." 

"But it's not right!" There was a note of despair in the dark-haired girl's 
declaration. "We're all-we're all carried away right now, but we have to go 
back to teaching school and-and leading normal lives." 

"How normal was your life when I had my tongue around your clit?" Karen 
demanded with unexpected vigor. "You can do what you like, but I'm looking 
forward to expanding my horizons." The blonde girl nodded her head several 
times in defiant self-satisfaction. 

"What a metamorphosis!" Elaine marveled. She lowered her voice. "Doesn't 
your pussy hurt at all?" 

"No worse than the time I got hit between the legs with a field hockey 
stick," Karen answered. 

Nancy firmed her lips but made no further comment. She led the way from the 
restaurant. Dave stayed behind and lingered over another brandy. Elaine 
followed Nancy into the bedroom she shared with her nephew. "Since you 
decided the action is kaput, Nancy," Elaine said, "you won't mind sleeping 
in the other bedroom tonight with Karen. I'll take over here." 

Nancy glared, started to reply hotly, then restrained herself. She picked up 
her nightgown and toothbrush and stalked stiffly through the bathroom. 
Elaine shrugged and began to prepare for bed. 

Dave returned to the motel room to find Elaine already in bed. He raised an 
eyebrow at the sight of her red-gold hair spread over the pillow nearest the 
door. "Lineup change?" he asked. He sat down on the other bed and began to 
remove his shoes. 

"I told you that you neglected me today," Elaine pouted. 

"And am a good bet to do so tonight," Dave declared. "The wagon tongue is 
broke, podnuh." 

"Not really," Elaine insisted. "I'll show you. Just get into bed and let 
mama handle things." She sat up in bed, revealing that she hadn't a stitch 
on. Dave's eyes admired the dazzlingly white silkiness of the plumply 
curvaceous body, but even the revealed attractions did nothing for his penis 
crumpled limply along his thigh. 

He finished undressing, stripped the other bed, and stretched out languidly 
on his back. He hadn't felt tired many times in his life, but tonight he 
felt tired. How many times had he fucked these women in the past three days? 
He had never thought he'd see the day when a woman of Elaine's nude, obvious 
attractions could stand beside his bed with no response from him. 

"Don't worry about a thing," Elaine said soothingly, sitting down beside 
Dave. "Just relax. I'm going to suck your cock." 

The prospect of the soft, warm mouth taking his penis and lavishing wet 
caresses upon it stirred Dave slightly, but only slightly. He raised himself 
on his elbows to watch curiously as Elaine crouched down beside him and 
lowered her head in the direction of his groin. Her wide-parted sleek 
haunches showed a glimpse of her sex-furrow nestled deeply in its furry 
nest, a darker red than Karen's. 

Elaine raised her head and smiled impishly at Dave's intent regard of her 
actions. She half-turned to run her tongue lightly over one of his nipples 
which stiffened at the provocation, then ran her mouth down over his belly, 
nose and tongue both probing his flesh. Elaine darted her tongue three times 
into Dave's navel, then dropped her head purposefully upon his groin again. 

She took a mouthful of loose skin near the base of his shaft and nipped it 
gently, worrying it with her teeth. Sparks of pain shot through Dave to be 
replaced almost at once with a slow-burning fuse. Elaine loosened her grip 
slowly, her teeth parting to make way for her tongue, which flirted lightly 
with the whole area. Dave's prick started to lengthen. 

Elaine lowered her head still more until her chin was grazing the shaft of 
Dave's expanding cock. She ran her mouth to the thick base and spread his 
pubic hair with her nose. She turned her head sideways and pressed her lips 
to the aroused prick, kissing it at the base, lipping and sucking at the 
blood-filled veins that had suddenly become emergent. 

Dave could see only the sweeping fan of her red hair which blocked 
everything else below from view, but it was only his vision that was 
blocked. All other senses were on the quivive. Elaine's tongue snaked out 
from between her teeth and probed at his hardening flesh, testing its 
consistency. Supporting herself on her hands, she raised her head slightly 
and began licking the shaft up and down with even, flowing movements like a 
cat nibbling on catnip. 

She shifted her weight to one hand and with the freed hand cuddled his hairy 
balls, cradling them gently. Her flicking tongue roved upward to reach the 
overhanging edge of the smooth rubbery head, and with several quick strokes 
she licked her way around the increasingly rigid pole until she reached the 
"V" on the underside. The tip of her tongue found the fine line from the "V" 
to the small slit on the tip of the plum-colored head and teased it 
unmercifully. 

With her tongue still flirting with the head of his prick, Elaine lowered 
her head once more, a fraction of an inch at a time, opening her mouth wider 
until she was enfolding the entire cock-head within her moist mouth. Dave's 
knees tensed and his toes curled. He had never been with a woman whose 
tongue was such a fiery, darting instrument of pleasure. 

Elaine began working her head up and down, up and down, sucking harder with 
each movement. Dave collapsed on his back and stared up at the ceiling. A 
slow-gathering balloon of pressure was building in his balls. His prick was 
a rigid pole of turgid flesh. The hard-sucking mouth and twirling tongue 
were driving him out of his mind. 

Elaine let go' all holds suddenly to glance upward at Dave's flushed face. 
"Hey, none of that!" she remonstrated with him. "I'm saving you for the 
prom, remember?" 

He reached for her mutely, intending to turn her onto her back, but her 
hands stayed his as she licked her lips, savoring his salty-sweet taste. 

"I said I'd do it, didn't I?" she protested. She raised herself to straddle 
his middle, facing him. Dave's whole body jerked as he experienced the 
jolting shock of her pliant, widespread buttocks brushing his rigid, 
blood-filled cock. Elaine moved her stomach back and forth slowly until the 
throbbing head of Dave's big prick was nestled between the jutting roundness 
of her soft hind cheeks. 

Their bodies quivered simultaneously as they both felt the first 
electrifying, tantalizing sensation of her thickly matted bronze pubic hair 
brushing teasingly against his rigidity. Elaine moved her hips slightly, 
undulating them in tight circles. Dave felt the hot wetness of her bedewed 
cunt sliding moistly across his straining hard shaft. His hands clenched 
tightly. "Sit down on it, goddam you!" Dave rasped huskily. 

With no further delay, Elaine lowered herself upon him. Dave could feel the 
muscles in her thighs trembling as the enveloping wetness of the soft velvet 
lips of her widespread hot cunt seemed to swallow the coronal ring of his 
pulsating cock like a turned-on vacuum. Elaine's gasping breath as she felt 
the meaty prick inside her merged with Dave's deeply satisfied sigh. With a 
moan Elaine dropped herself completely upon Dave, the wet walls of her 
clutching pussy enveloping his prong like a greased rubber glove. 

She leaned toward him and placed a hand on the bed on either side of him, 
then began to raise and lower her hips on his shaft. Up and down she glided, 
reveling in the feel of the hard flesh crowded into her gaping slit. Faster 
and faster she plunged, her breath beginning to thicken from the violence of 
her effort. 

The slight sucking motion afforded by Elaine's tight-clasping cunt 
titillated Dave almost unbearably, while his hairy thighs against which her 
downy, outspread bare hind cheeks rubbed at the bottom of each downstroke 
tickle-stimulated her to a breathless state. Her melon-sized breasts with 
their cherry-red nipples swung freely above his face, and he raised his head 
to nuzzle them. 

"Sonofabitch!" Dave muttered as springtide welled up in his balls. "Here 
I-go again!" He shoved upward mightily as his orgasmic spasm started, 
spearing Elaine to her very core. 

"Wait! Wait!" she panted. "Don't-leave me!" 

But Dave was beyond waiting for anything in this world. Elaine squeezed her 
thighs together as she felt his jetting spurts inundating her molten jewel 
box. A long, slow trembling seized her lower body, and her head arched 
backward as powerful natural forces wrenched her soft flesh. "Ahhhhhhh!" she 
bayed at the ceiling. "Ahhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhh! God, what a-oooh!-feeling! 
Ohhh! Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm-bursting! I'm-ooooh!-commmmmming!" 

Her vaginal walls sprayed the dwindling intruder still within her quaking 
flesh, and her stomach muscles fluttered obscenely as she impaled herself 
till the last possible second on the gristly sword in her cunt. Her knees 
went slack then, and she sank limply upon Dave, her large breasts smothered 
against his hard chest. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she murmured in a long sigh. "I 
was afraid-I wasn't going to make it." 

Dave reached around with his long arms and cupped the now quiescent plump 
naked nether rotundities, sleek from a thick film of sweat. He palpated the 
wide-spanned globes of the redhead's bare behind, palming and fingering 
them. Elaine's deep breathing as she rested on Dave's chest changed in 
quality as he moved her higher on his body, dislodging his shriveled 
pikestaff. His hands returned to her luxuriantly pliable amplitudes, 
spreading them and inserting a finger which traced her deep crevice. The 
finger lingered at her asshole, probed lightly, then bored steadily until 
first-joint penetration was achieved. 

Elaine raised her head. "Wrong hole," she said softly. 

"One of these days I'll show you it isn't," Dave said, but there was no 
force in his voice. Quite literally, he felt drained. 

Elaine raised herself, breaking away from the finger-joint moving inside her 
rectal chasm. "Wasn't that a good one?" she asked, sliding off Dave and 
getting to her feet beside the bed. 

"You're a good fuck, Elaine," he agreed, rolling onto his side. "Put out 
that damn light, will you?" 

He was asleep before the redhead returned from the bathroom and climbed into 
the other bed. 

It was during the comparatively short ride to New Orleans after another late 
start that Nancy made up her mind. Riding in the back seat, and brooding 
over the incredible series of incidents that had taken place since they'd 
left Phoenix on their unexpected vacation, she decided that things had gone 
far enough. Too far, as a matter-of-fact. 

She shared the instinctive aversion of her sex to letting another female 
know her indulgence of the male sex-drive. Elaine and Karen were her 
friends, but she felt uneasy at the extent to which she had let down her 
hair with them. Of course she had seen them in like activity, but because of 
the blood relationship between herself and Dave her own involvement was much 
greater. 

Well, it was going to end, she vowed. Had already ended, in fact. From now 
on, despite any importunities on the part of her oversexed nephew, the 
answer was definitely no. Elaine and Karen could do what they liked, but 
their behavior would have no influence upon Nancy. 

Riding in the front seat with Dave again, Karen was doing her own share of 
thinking. Had she really lost years of the pleasure Dave had given her last 
night because of her childish fear of penis-penetration? What a stupid idiot 
she'd been! It had hurt a little the first time, surely, but nothing like 
what she had always been so panicky about. Thinking of the big white prick 
tucked so snugly into her pussy-hole, she felt herself getting warm. Karen 
vowed that she was going to have some more of that at the first opportunity. 

In the back seat with Nancy, Elaine rode along in a semi-trance induced by 
sexual languor. She couldn't remember when she felt so good. Not since she 
had split up with her no-good husband, certainly. Say what you would, there 
was a lot to be said for keeping a prick available around the house so a 
girl could work off her frustrations. She couldn't marry Dave, of course; 
the difference in their ages would raise too many eyebrows in her social 
circle. She wasn't about to have herself pointed out as sex-crazed, but when 
they returned home she definitely intended to work out something so that 
Dave could be around on a semi-regular basis. On that point she had made up 
her mind. 

Dave drove directly to the address in New Orleans furnished him by his 
friend, Harry Scott. It turned out to be a tiny house on a side street, 
framed in front by wisteria trees and a hedge of bougainvillea. Dave fished 
the house key from the mailbox as per Harry's instructions, and they went 
inside. Nancy was relieved to see that everything was clean. The bedrooms 
were small, but adequate. The one bathroom would create a traffic jam, but 
the lodging fees they were saving would more than compensate for that. 

Dave found a note propped up on a table in the alcove near the kitchenette 
which served as a dining room. "Rehearsing a singer at the club," it said. 
"Make yourselves at home, or come on down and have one on the house. Harry." 

Elaine studied the stylistic, firmly slanted handwriting and wondered what 
Harry Scott was like. The bits and pieces of biographical information 
obtained from Dave had added up to an unfocused picture of a man older than 
Dave, a drifter with an inquiring mind, and a top hand with the ladies. That 
probably indicated a superego amounting to arrogance, Elaine decided. 

"Whaddya say?" Dave inquired of the girls. "Want to take a run down to the 
club an' meet Harry?" 

Elaine and Karen decided in favor, Nancy against. "I'll unpack and relax for 
a bit," Dave's young aunt announced. "The rest of you go ahead." This would 
be a good opportunity to widen the gap between herself and her heretofore 
excessive indulgence of Dave, Nancy thought. 

Dave, Karen, and Elaine returned to the car. Dave drove slowly through the 
French Quarter to let the girls see the sights. "You really got to see it at 
night to appreciate it," he assured them, circling Jackson Square with its 
artists standing on the sidewalk displaying dozens of paintings leaning 
against the park's iron grillwork. 

Dave turned the Toronado into the Silver Spur's parking lot, deserted at 
that hour of the day except for a racy-looking MG. The front door was 
locked, but Dave found a side door open. The girls followed him inside as he 
led the way into a low-ceilinged long room redolent of stale cigarette and 
cigar smoke. 

The end of the room in which they found themselves was in three-quarter 
darkness. The bar was at the left with long rows of bottles refracting light 
from the tiny bit of daylight penetrating the cavernous room and the single 
oasis of illumination at the room's opposite end where a goose-necked lamp 
was perched crookedly on a piano. 

Elaine never forgot her first glimpse of the man seated on the piano bench 
talking to a girl bending down peering at a sheet of music in his hand. 
Dark, wavy hair; handsome features almost pretty-boyish in their perfection; 
glistening white teeth; a ready smile that automatically stirred a female 
pulse. The man rose to his feet as Dave crossed the dance floor. "Dave!" the 
man exclaimed with obvious pleasure. "It's damn good to see you again, you 
ol' asshole-raper!" 

The girl singer blinked at the unconventional greeting. "You're lookin' 
good, too, Harry," Dave said jauntily as they shook hands. "How many wives 
are you supportin' now?" 

Harry Scott smiled, a smile of such toothsome male beauty that Elaine felt 
her knees trembling. This male was really something else! Harry eyed the 
girls appreciatively. "And these are your friends?" he said easily. 
"Welcome, welcome. 

"Karen an' Elaine," Dave said, pointing out each in turn. "Nancy's restin' 
up at the house." 

"Your taste is impeccable, Dave," Harry said with an inscrutable dark-eyed 
glance at both girls that cause Karen's breath to catch slightly. She had 
never met such a handsome man. "Why don't you do the honors behind the bar 
while I finish up here? I won't be long." 

Elaine and Karen seated themselves at a table near the piano while Dave went 
behind the bar. The clink of bottles and the musical clatter of ice in 
glasses announced his occupation while Harry Scott returned his attention to 
the girl standing beside the piano. She was plainly anxious to please him. 
She stood almost on tiptoe as she bent forward again to follow his finger 
tracing a passage on the sheet music as Harry deftly fingered several bars 
on the piano. The girl's dress was low-cut. 

"She's going to have one of her tits right out on the music, if she bends 
over another three inches," Elaine said from the corner of her mouth to 
Karen. "Evidently it's not her voice she's depending upon to make an 
impression." 

"Her tits aren't nearly as nice as yours," Karen whispered back. "And I'm 
getting a good look." 

Dave arrived at their table with a trayful of drinks: a Black Bull for 
Elaine, a Bloody Mary for Karen, a gin-and-lemon for Harry, and a 
bourbon-and-water for himself. "Drink up," he urged them. "Harry's a good 
host." 

They sipped while they watched Harry Scott run through once more the passage 
that had been giving difficulty. "You can run along now, Gracie," he smiled 
then. "Some time tomorrow." 

"Am I going to get the spot next week?" the girl asked eagerly. "I've 
already bought a new gown." 

Harry remained smiling, but the corners of his mobile mouth drew down, and 
Elaine, watching, sensed a latent cruelty. "I'll let you know when you're 
ready for the spot," Harry said, and made a brushing movement of his palms. 
"Scoot." 

The girl left, plainly disappointed, biting her lip to restrain tears. Harry 
rose from the piano bench and joined the group at the table. "No talent 
jailbait with permanent availability," he dismissed the incident casually. 
He turned the full candlepower of his smile upon Elaine as he picked up his 
drink. "Dave's taste has improved marvelously since we were in the Marines 
together. In those days he used to favor the Cherokee squaws in the Carolina 
canebrakes." 

"Those squaws got their points," Dave said seriously. 

"Did you know you're sitting with royalty?" Harry asked the girls, 
indicating Dave with a nod of his head. "This man is a living legend in the 
Marines from whom he was separated abruptly due to the activity involved in 
creating the legend." 

"Cut it out, Harry," Dave protested. "Dave is a legend?" Elaine said 
incredulously. "Correct. Because of a fight." 

"Oh, a fight," Elaine said. "I mean, men fight all the time, don't they?" 

"Not like this fight," Harry Scoot said. Once again the corners of his mouth 
had taken that downward slant. "Dave took on the nastiest, most brutal, 
toughest drill instructor on the island. Parris Island." He hitched his 
chair companion-ably closer to the table near Elaine. "I don't know how many 
street fights you've seen, but they're usually five-or-six-punch affairs, 
rarely lasting more than a couple of minutes. Dave and this d.i. fought for 
eighty-five minutes." 

"The shitheel bugged me," Dave said uncomfortably. 

"What made it remarkable was that they almost killed each other with their 
fists in the first ten minutes. After that it was a matter of endurance. 
Sometimes for two or three minutes both were on the ground, trying to get 
up. Finally Dave made it up one time the d.i. didn't. They took the d.i. to 
the base hospital and-" Harry dropped a hand casually on Elaine's thigh as 
though to emphasize his point. "-Dave drank half a case of beer at the 
enlisted men's mess that night." 

Elaine smoothly removed her thigh from Harry's hand, although her flesh 
tingled at his touch. "I had no idea we were traveling in such elite 
company," she said, taking a new look at Dave's craggy features. She was 
impressed despite her raillery. 

"You girls certainly brighten up the scene," Harry was saying. 

Elaine smiled at the flattery. "The best-looking one of us is still at your 
house," she said. "Dave's aunt." 

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "Aunt? At the Mardi 

Gras?" 

"Young aunt," Karen said. 

"Oh." Harry looked at Dave but didn't pursue it. Dave was staring down into 
the depths of his glass. "Listen," Harry continued, "It's too late for you 
girls to go shopping on Canal Street today. Why don't I take a couple of 
jugs here and we'll all go back to the house and get comfortable? I don't 
have to turn into a wage slave here until nine tonight." 

"Sounds like a winner to me," Dave agreed after Karen and Elaine in turn had 
nodded. "But let's have one for the road here before we leave. I'll make the 
drinks." 

He rose to his feet, picked up the tray, and went back behind the bar. "What 
do you girls like to do?" Harry inquired conversationally. "Dance? Drink? 
Turn on? Or just plain swing?" He smiled his dazzling smile, and Elaine felt 
the same little quiver in her stomach that she had when she first saw him. 

"We're schoolteachers, so we don't turn on," Elaine replied. "If you mean 
pills or marijuana. On everything else I guess we qualify." 

"Up to a point," Karen said cautiously. 

Harry's smile widened. "You don't look old enough to swing, my dear," he 
said, and the blonde girl colored. 

Dave returned with the tray of new drinks. Elaine sipped at hers cautiously; 
the first one had tasted strong to her, but this one seemed to be all right. 
Before she reached the bottom of her second glass, though, she knew Dave had 
poured liberally and probably with malice aforethought. like Nancy and her 
buzzing ears, Elaine had her own private weathervane as to liquor intake. 
When she had too much too fast, her lips became numb. 

They were rapidly numbing now, but Elaine told herself it didn't make any 
difference. They were on vacation, they were in New Orleans at Mardi Gras 
time, and if they couldn't have a good time now, when could they? 

Harry Scott set down his empty glass with a thump. "Let's get on out to my 
little bougainvillea hideaway," he proposed. 

As they left the Silver Spur, Elaine was amused to see that Karen was 
putting her feet down carefully, a plain indication that it hadn't been only 
Elaine's drink that Dave had overloaded. 

 CHAPTER VI 

Nancy heard the quartette arrive at Harry's house. She had removed her dress 
and shoes and stretched out on the bed in the room with the empty closet for 
a much-appreciated nap. She rose and put her dress back on, then went out 
into the old-fashioned living room. 

Harry Scott was the only person in it, the sounds of the others' voices 
drifting in from the kitchenette. Surprise at the collar-ad male perfection 
of Dave's friend made Nancy wary. She recalled her grandmother's saying that 
a beautiful picture often hid a cracked frame. "I'm Nancy Volmering, Dave's 
aunt," she introduced herself. "It's very kind of you to let us stay here, 
and we'd like to discuss reimbursement." 

"Why don't we let that go until later?" Harry countered smoothly. Nancy felt 
as though her dress and underwear had disappeared, the X-ray stare of the 
handsome Harry was so acute. For his part Harry marveled at the youth and 
beauty of this aunt whose curvaceous figure he instantly admired and 
coveted. "Let's join the others," he added casually, and Nancy followed him 
into the tiny kitchen. .At least he had the savoir-faire not to come on like 
a wolf in the fold, she thought. 

One corner of Nancy's mind had noted while she was talking with Harry the 
sound of Karen's high-pitched voice in the other room. In the kitchen, one 
glance was enough to verify Nancy's suspicion; somehow in the short interval 
they had been gone Karen had become loaded. Elaine could hold her drinks, 
but Karen always became a giggling, uncoordinated mess who tended to 
collapse upon the nearest available person. 

Dave was at the kitchen table, setting up an impromptu bar and cracking ice 
cubes. He handed Elaine a drink, and then gave Nancy a short gin-and-tonic. 
Elaine couldn't feel her lower lip at all when she touched her glass to it, 
but she knew she was in better shape than the lissome Karen, who was 
caroming off people, apologizing breathlessly, and giggling inanely. Elaine 
exchanged a cynical glance with Nancy over the top of her glass; 
simultaneously they both shrugged as if to ask what difference it made. 

Karen wiped her short upper lip with a finger that removed beaded moisture 
from an almost-invisible downy mustache. "Warm, isn't it!" she shrilled, and 
went off into another snickering titter. She went to the table and linked 
her arm firmly in Dave's, ignoring his effort to free himself as he 
continued to mix drinks. 

"We can be more comfortable in the living room," Harry said, after accepting 
a drink from 

Dave. "I'd suggest the patio out in back except that it's a bit too humid 
today for comfort out there." 

And a lot less private, Elaine thought to herself. She followed as Harry led 
the way from the kitchen. She watched his easy stride and lithe figure, and 
suddenly she told herself that she was going to have this man. Come what 
might, she intended to sample the banked fires hinted at below that handsome 
exterior. 

Dave sat down in an angled corner of the sofa, and Karen plunked herself 
down with a thump beside him. Elaine chose the other end of the sofa, and 
Harry seated himself across from her. So he can watch my legs, Elaine 
thought hopefully. Nancy took a chair slightly to one side as though 
withdrawing herself from the subtle hints of aggression floating through the 
room. 

Harry raised his glass to Elaine in a silent, unspoken toast, and she felt 
herself glowing like a schoolgirl. She crossed her legs casually, careful to 
show something while not appearing to burlesque the situation. Karen 
half-climbed onto Dave's lap, trying to take a sip from his glass; he pushed 
her away, but she immediately returned. 

Harry smiled and tilted his glass again slightly in mute thanks, and Elaine 
tingled. He had actually been more attracted physically to the blonde Karen, 
but his acutely sensitive sexual radar had immediately picked up Elaine's 
accessibility. And the redhead was nothing to toss over one's shoulder. Her 
deep-dish billowing curves and hinted-at indentations and hollows were 
enough to start a man salivating. 

Karen, whose high-pitched giggling persisted until it set Elaine's teeth on 
edge, half-sprawled once more across Dave's lap, her long legs extending 
along the sofa almost to Elaine's position. Once more Dave fended off his 
glass from the blonde's assault. "You didn' give me drink so got to gi' me 
some 'f yours," Karen said loudly, crawling on her belly over Dave while 
trying to reach his outstretched arm with the protected drink. 

Elaine wondered why he put up with it. 

And then suddenly he didn't. 

In a blur of motion he set down his drink, whisked Karen's skirt up into the 
middle of her back, revealing her beautiful thighs and bikinied rear, 
plucked an ice cube from his glass with two fingers, and tucked the cube 
into the crotch-band of Karen's snug-fitting bikini panty. 

For an instant Karen didn't realize what had happened. Then she squalled 
lustily as the ice cube made its presence known in extremely chilly fashion 
against her pussy-lips. Her hands darted backward to try to remove the cube, 
but Dave captured her hands and transferred her wrists to a secure grip in 
one of his big hands. "Owooooooooooooooo!" Karen howled, humping her middle 
up and down in a vain effort to dislodge the ice. "OWWWOOOOOOOOO! It's cold! 
OWWWWOOOOOOOOOOO!! ! " 

Harry sat laughing until he almost spilled his drink at the sight of Karen's 
contortions. The ice melted rapidly against her bare flesh and her skimpy 
crotch-band became saturated, drawing its way into her sex-crevice. Shocked 
half-sober by the icy douche, Karen sat up, whimpering. "I think-I think I 
wet myself," she stammered, then blushed a bright vermilion. 

Harry set down his drink and rose to his feet leisurely. "There's a picture 
inside I'd like to show you," he said to Elaine. He walked into the bedroom 
designated as the men's without waiting to see if she was following. Elaine 
glanced instinctively at Nancy, downed her drink defiantly, and went into 
the bedroom after Harry. "Over here," he said from a corner of the room. 

Elaine went to him, knowing what was going to happen. Hard arms encircled 
her body, and a tobacco-tasting male mouth fused itself on hers. Elaine's 
stomach quivered when a hard tongue thrust its way between her teeth and 
locked with her tongue. One of the arms moved away from her lush middle, and 
at once a male hand was first stroking her buttock-flesh feverishly and then 
fucking up the front of her skirt so darting fingers could play lightly with 
her pantied crotch. She returned Harry's wet kiss and felt her playpen 
becoming wet. 

Harry moved backward toward the bed, and Elaine followed like a dancing 
partner. He had two fingers inside her panties now and was roaming freely. 
She could feel the hard bulge along his thigh against one hip. He had her 
dress and slip up to her shoulders and her panties halfway down over her 
amply spherical nude hind cheeks when she reached for his zipper. 

In the living room, Dave had deftly removed 

Karen's sodden bikini panty and wiped the blonde girl's pink slit. Nancy 
stared from her chair, her throat dry, as Dave's hard hands roamed over 
Karen's sparklingly white semi-nudity, playing with the girl's firmly 
resilient bare butt and dipping his fingers and whole hand into Karen's 
squirmingly hairless recess. The blonde girl was panting loudly. 

Dave stood up, unbuckled his belt, unzipped himself, and stepped out of his 
slacks. Nancy rose to her feet hurriedly as he pulled down his jockey 
shorts, freeing an enormous erection. She hurried into the bedroom in which 
she had been taking a nap and sat down on the bed, her heart beating wildly. 

From the room she had just left she could hear Karen's high-pitched plea: 
"Turn me over! Turn me over!" From the other bedroom she could hear the 
unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh as Harry attended to Elaine. Nancy 
swallowed hard. Her own groin felt as if it were on fire. She started to 
reach under her skirt and then withdrew her hand. She wasn't a schoolgirl! 
She sat tensely and listened to the rising tide of easily identifiable 
sounds that filtered into her bedroom. 

Harry had stripped Elaine and then himself. He flung himself upon her 
fiercely when he had her on the bed. In no shrinking-violet mood herself, 
the red-haired girl recklessly surrendered her upturned cunt to the 
thrusting pole of Dave's friend. Harry's penis wasn't as stout as Dave's but 
looked even longer. 

Elaine wet her dry lips with the tip of her tongue as Harry knelt between 
her parted legs and drove at her with his low-slung spear. He slotted her 
firmly with no help from her at all, and Elaine raised her legs still higher 
to increase the penetration as Harry's prick tunneled into her eyrie. She 
could hear her own grunts and inarticulate mewling gasps as the highly 
stimulating long cock carried her up to the top of a mountain. 

Inside the other bedroom, Nancy was unable to stand it. She left the bed and 
went to the doorway, which commanded a view of the living room. Dave had 
picked Karen up bodily and turned the blonde girl face down over the armrest 
at one end of the sofa. Karen's legs were so long that her hips were still 
quite high, and Dave's hands scrunched her down as he moved in behind her. 

Nancy stared, dry-mouthed, as Dave's hands lifted and parted Karen's 
smoothly rounded hind cheeks, displaying her tight-puckered anus and the 
beginning of her sex-split. Dave lifted her still higher and lined up his 
rampant erection with the newly exposed cunt-hole as seen from the rear. He 
lodged the head of his prick inside, then pushed steadily as Karen began to 
squirm. 

"Owww!" the blonde girl breathed throatily. "Owww!" Dave shivered and shook 
his hips, and the white bludgeon disappeared inch by inch. "Ooooooh!" There 
was a different note in Karen's outcry as Dave hit bottom in her and 
withdrew for another plunge. "Ohhhhhhh!" 

Underneath Harry in the second bedroom, Elaine reveled in the sound fucking 
she was receiving from Dave's friend. Harry's hands were gripping her 
backside firmly as he pulled her up each time to receive the lightning-bolt 
downstroke which it seemed to Elaine threatened to split her straining cunt. 
Yet she loved it. Her crowded love-tunnel was receiving a rapid succession 
of variegated sensations, each of which made its predecessor seem a pale 
memory. 

"Harder!" she whispered as Harry slammed his pork into her juicy, slippery 
grotto. "Harder!" Harry all but danced a rigadoon on her sweat-filmed belly. 
"That's-the way! Harder!" The lightning-stroke titillations gave way all of 
a sudden to a hot-glowing spark that as quickly changed to a flaming live 
coal. Elaine thrust upward desperately with her big bottom to swallow alive 
the lovely prick that was exacerbating the most minute crevices of her 
love-passage in wave after wave of mind-reeling, explosively delightful 
sensual pleasure. 

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Elaine moaned as her pent-up juices erupted in a series of 
sex-spasms that shook her from head to toe. Harry pounded her with a zestful 
gusto that quickly changed to a staggered flurry as her come triggered his 
own. Elaine cushioned the male body between her legs with all her craft as 
she felt him jerk and jerk and jerk as he emptied into her boiling chute. 
When she was sure he had finished, she tightened her thighs and wrung out 
the last bit of carnal enjoyment for herself as she frictioned the prick 
still lodged within her. 

Harry raised his head and wiped a palm across his dripping wet forehead. 
"When you come, girl, you really come!" he paid tribute. "And you really 
sucked me dry." 

"It was beautiful," Elaine said softly. "Thank you very much." 

"Good manners, too," Harry grinned down at her. "How about a doubleheader?" 

She had already felt the renewed stirring of his partially lapsed erection. 
"I'd love it," she said earnestly, and drew his dark head down upon her 
breasts. 

Nancy remained in the bedroom doorway, taut-lipped and stomach-churning, 
watching intently as Dave rhythmically submerged his ruggedly sturdy shaft 
in Karen's sex-slot from the rear. The sound of his hairy balls smacking 
against the blonde girl's upper thighs was distinctly audible. The big, 
blue-veined penis seemed to split Karen completely each time it plunged into 
her up to the hilt. 

The athletic blonde had long since recovered from her initial distress at 
the prick-distention of her agitated quim. Her voice, slurred from alcohol 
and sexual excitement, rose clearly as Dave's brawny cock continued to 
appear and disappear between Karen's softly resilient, luminescently white 
hind cheeks which were still spread apart by Dave's hand-grip upon each 
sleek sphere. "Can feel it-jus' as plain!" she gasped as her rogering 
continued unabated. "Ohhhhhhhh, never felt-anything like this-before!" 

Nancy's febrile excitement was fueled not only by the lewd sight right in 
front of her eyes but by the sounds coming from the second bedroom. After a 
period of quiet, Elaine's voice soared sharply. "Ohhhhhh! You're doing 
it-again! You'reohhhh! OHHHH! Hold-back! Hold back! Ohhhhhh, too late, 
too-late! Ooooooh, I'm coming, I'm commmming, I'M COMMMMMMM-MING!! ! " 

Karen's breathless squeal cut across Elaine's half-shriek. The blonde girl's 
high-pitched ululation counter-pointed her red-haired friend's vocalization 
to Eros. "Aieeeeeeeee, do it, do-it! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeeeeeeeee! 
AHHHhhh!! " Her back-thrust, friction-reddened cunt wriggled furiously as 
Dave came up on his toes from the spastically wrenching jet-propelled bursts 
of semen he was shooting into Karen's sex-vault.He sank back on his heels, 
drained, as the blonde's inner sheath clutched frantically at his prick in a 
series of quick little grabs as she experienced her own deluge. 

Nancy couldn't stand it another second. Dizzy from sexual frustration, she 
retreated all the way into the bedroom and closed the door. She sank down 
upon the bed for an instant, her whole body trembling. Then she stood up, 
raised her skirt, and skimmed down her panties. She sat down on the bed 
again, went down on her back, and elevated her legs. Her skirt fell back 
loosely upon her stomach as her hand plunged between her thighs and her 
forefinger slid into the moist opening nestled in the dark-crested whiskery 
environs of her throbbing pussy. 

But the stimulation wasn't enough. With the thumb and forefinger of her left 
hand Nancy separated the rosy lips of her blower until the cranberry-red 
inner flesh appeared. She directed the middle finger of her left hand to the 
tight-looking pink bud at the upper salient of her revealed inner-quim. At 
the first touch of her finger upon her clitoris, her legs stiffened and her 
half-parted lips emitted a soft moan. 

Nancy masturbated herself frenziedly while her stomach fluttered and her 
plump thighs spasmed with tremors. Her wide, womanly bottom climbed from the 
bed and danced a frantic sexual jig as her up-thrust cunt jerked wildly in 
orgasm until her finger slid off her clitoris. She sank back upon the bed, 
sobbing, her hand still imprisoned between her clenched thighs. 

Harry Scott walked out of the bedroom in which Elaine was spread across the 
bed on her back, thighs a sprawl and bronze-haired pussy-lips greasy and 
oozing. He was naked, and his fuck-reddened long penis swung limply. He 
approached Dave, who was still standing beside the couch where Karen had 
risen shakily from the sofa-arm to which she had been pinned, tottered 
around the end of the sofa to the sitting area, and plunged down upon it 
limply on her belly with her delicately graceful bare behind turned up for 
the double masculine inspection. 

"Not bad," Harry said appreciatively, taking in the blonde's wet-deck lower 
aperture as well as her silky-skinned nude seat, widespread in her 
sexual-aftermath relaxation. "How about a swap?" 

Dave glanced into the bedroom from which 

Harry had emerged. He couldn't see Elaine's lush, well-fucked nudity from 
where he was standing, but he could picture it. "Sounds like a winner," he 
agreed, and turned to go into the bedroom. 

"Ahhhhhh-a question, Dave?" Harry said. 

Dave turned. "Yes?" 

Harry jerked a thumb toward the closed bedroom door behind which Nancy was 
lying on the bed exhausted. "What about her?" 

Dave shrugged. "Play it by ear," he suggested, and went into the other 
bedroom. Elaine's eyes were closed, and he dropped a hand on a bare thigh 
and stroked the Smooth flesh with his fingertips. 

Elaine's eyelids fluttered, and her blue eyes focused upon him. She 
stretched like a big cat in luxuriant abandon. "Hi, Dave," she whispered 
dreamily. "Ahhhh, I feel so good." 

"How'd you like to feel better?" he suggested. 

She was immediately interested. "How?" 

He took hold of his semen-smeared limp penis and waved it at her. "Suck this 
little jobbie back into shape and we'll see if we can't find something for 
it to do." 

"Sure!" she said eagerly. She rolled herself onto her hands and knees, then 
with slack-nippled large breasts swinging gently waited for Dave to seat 
himself. When he did, she lowered herself until her head was turned sideways 
in Dave's groin area with her chin resting on his thigh. "Boy, from the look 
of the executioner here, Karen must really have caught it from you," she 
remarked. She inched forward until with her right hand she could raise the 
spend-slippery shriveled cock to her lips and take it firmly in her mouth. 

Out in the living room Harry had seated himself on the sofa beside the prone 
Karen and was metronomically stroking her bare behind. The blonde girl 
responded with a flirting little wriggle of her nude backside and a 
prolonged sigh. "I feel wunnerful, Dave," she murmured in a purring voice. 
"Jus' wunnerful." 

Harry slipped his hand between the excitingly soft hind cheeks and 
finger-teased Karen's drenched pussy. The absence of pubic hair around the 
area intrigued him, and he reached over and flipped the girl onto her back, 
then stared with a smile at her childishly enfolded, girlishly fresh-looking 
crimsoned cunt, unadorned by the usual fleecy triangle. Tiny driblets of 
Dave's spend were still seeping from the pouting red lips. 

Karen responded to being turned onto her back by widening her thighs. "Are 
we gonna do it again, Dave?" she asked, stirring from her complaisant 
lassitude as she opened her gray eyes. For five seconds she looked up 
uncomprehendingly at Harry's handsome visage before she reacted. "You're not 
Dave!" she exclaimed as her right hand shot downward to cover her mound 
while her thighs snapped together. "Whaddya doin' here!" She paused. "Oh. 
You're Dave's frien'. You're-' She groped "-Harry. Go 'way, Harry. Shtop 
lookin' at me. Where's Dave?" 

"You've had Dave, and now you're going to have me," he said easily. 

She peered up at him from alcohol-dimmed eyes. When his meaning got through 
to her, she curled up into a tight little ball with her bottom snugged 
against the back of the sofa. "No!" she said loudly. "Not gonna let you. I 
want Dave." 

The muscles at the corners of Harry's mouth tightened, but he retained his 
smile. He seized her ankles and undoubled the long, slender legs, once more 
exposing the gracefully rounded belly and the bare-faced girlish-looking 
pussy. Karen reached down and her nails raked the back of his hand. Harry 
responded by standing, still holding her ankles until he had lifted her high 
enough so that only the back of her neck touched the sofa-surface. 

"Owwww!" Karen complained. "Owwwwww!" she repeated in intensified fashion as 
the ankle-grip and neck-contorted pain plumbed her alcoholic consciousness. 
"You're-hurting me!" 

In the bedroom Elaine removed her mouth from the plum-colored prick-head she 
had been lavishing with tongue-caresses and looked up at Dave uneasily. 
"What's going on out there?" she asked, licking her lips to savor the taste 
of Dave's fermented masculinity. 

"Harry's just givin' Karen a jolt," Dave answered. 

"But she sounds as though she doesn't want it," Elaine replied, listening to 
Karen's half-muffled outcries in the other room. 

"She didn't want mine, either, until she got it, did she?" Dave responded. 
"Get back on the job down there. The boiler's losin' its pressure." 

Elaine dropped her mouth upon the semi-erection she had produced by her 
expert cocksucking. 

She ovaled her lips and drew steadily upon the fleshy pipe between them, 
moving her mouth up and down on the steadily expanding shaft. She took pride 
in her ability to resurrect a lapsed, fucked-out penis, but her present 
sense of accomplishment was marred by the sounds that continued to drift in 
from the living room. 

Karen had freed one ankle in her struggle, and she kicked at Harry while she 
continued to complain vocally. Hot coals ignited in the depths of Harry's 
eyes, and he leaned forward and slapped the athletic blonde hard squarely 
across the pit of her bare belly. The breath left her lungs in a strangled 
whoosh, and her features turned fish-white and then a delicate blue as she 
fought vainly for breath to relieve her seared lungs. 

Harry calmly spread-eagled her unresisting form on the sofa and moved in 
between the slackly parted knees. The struggle had restored his previously 
drooping hard-on, which he centered upon Karen's ooze-moistened target area, 
taking dead aim as the girl despite her physical distress still tried to 
deny him his goal. "N-no!" she gasped with the first lungful of air, which 
brought only partial relief. "Want-Dave t'-fuck me, not you!" 

She still had no strength to fight off the male penis which brutally invaded 
her tender cunt. "God, you're tight!" Harry marveled as sensation flooded 
from his pressured prick-head to every nerve-end in his body. "Can't 
remember when I've had a cunt this tight." 

Karen tried to roll away from the inserted long cock as some semblance of 
mobility returned to her semi-paralyzed limbs, but she succeeded only in 
implanting it more deeply. "No!" she wailed in high-pitched distress. "Take 
it out! Take it-out!" 

In the bedroom, Elaine once again raised her head from the fulsomely swollen 
prick she had mouth-nursed into erective grandeur. "I don't like the sound 
of that," she said determinedly. "Emotionally Karen's still a kid." 

"Keep the hell out of it," Dave said. His arms were folded behind his head 
while Elaine had been tongue-lapping his prick into resurgent splendor. 

"I think he's hurting her," Elaine said, pushing herself up to her knees and 
then sliding from the bed. "And if he is I'm going to put a stop to it." 

"Come back here!" Dave roared, jerking upright from his relaxed position. 

But Elaine had already trotted to the doorway and disappeared into the 
living room, unconscious of her nudity. Dave smothered a curse as he sprang 
from the bed and pursued her. He caught up with Elaine just as she crouched 
over the struggling figures on the sofa and Harry launched a vicious punch 
into Karen's defenseless stomach. The blonde girl collapsed limply as her 
mouth formed a silent little round "O" and her eyes rolled back until the 
whites showed. 

"You sonofabitch!" Elaine exclaimed. She seized Harry's shoulder. "You've 
got a nerve, hitting the girl like that! What do you 
thinkOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!! " 

Her shriek of pain was occasioned by the full-armed swing of Dave's big 
hand, whose palm caught Elaine's plumped-out bare buttocks squarely across 
their fullest area. The force of the swat was so great that it lifted the 
red-haired girl up on her toes, from where she toppled into the fleshy 
melange of bodies already on the sofa. The stark imprint of Dave's palm 
showed plainly on her wide sit down, first a pale outline which rapidly 
turned pink and then a ruddy red. 

Dave reached down, picked Elaine up bodily, and tucked her under his arm. 
"Carry on, soldier," he said to Harry before he turned away from the sofa 
and carried Elaine back into the bedroom, ignoring her thrashing legs. He 
dropped her in the center of the bed, then went back and closed the door. 

"Goddamn, that smarts!" Elaine declared feelingly. She was kneeling up in 
the bed, massaging her stinging rump with both palms. "Listen, I should 
think you'd be ashamed of yourself!" she continued, as the original purpose 
of her foray into the other room broke through her personal distress. "He's 
raping her, Dave! He's hurting her!" 

"What's rape?" Dave inquired equably. "What's hurtin' where a female is 
concerned?" 

"Well, I don't consider a punch in the gut exactly love play!" Elaine 
returned indignantly. 

"Don't sweat it," Dave answered, "since it's not your gut." He took her arm 
and half-turned her around so he could examine his palm-print glowing on 
Elaine's white bottom. "But this is your ass," he went on, rubbing his hand 
over it. 

"What do you mean?" Elaine asked, puzzled by his tone. 

Dave spread the warm, supple hind cheeks with his wrist and inserted a 
fingertip in Elaine's puckered asshole. "I'm gonna spray your hemorrhoids," 
he said as Elaine flinchingly tried to move her behind away from the hard 
finger thrust into her anus. 

"Spray my-no!" Elaine exclaimed. She tried to wrench away completely but 
failed. "That's perverted!" 

"Don't tell me your husband never punked you in the ass?" Dave queried, 
rotating his fingertip in Elaine's squirming rectal orifice. 

"That doesn't mean I had to like it!" Elaine retorted. It was an unfortunate 
admission, whose ramifications she immediately recognized. "No, Dave, no!" A 
note of panic entered her voice as he used the arm he had been holding to 
drag her on her knees to the edge of the bed. "That big thing of yours will 
give me a prolapsed rectum!" 

"You women never get prolapsed anything that has a prick connected with it," 
Dave replied. "You just expand to fit the diameter." He swung Elaine bodily 
from the bed and dropped her on her knees on the floor with her chest and 
upper body flat on the bed. He placed his feet inside hers and by widening 
his leg stance, he forced her thighs apart until her inner thighs and fleshy 
excrescences became more visible. 

"No, Dave, please!" Elaine implored him as he wet a finger liberally and 
begin to work the saliva inside her shrinking rectal passageway. "Please 
don't! Please! You'll kill me!" 

Unheeding, he spat on the finger and renewed his saliva-aided penetration of 
her constricted anus. Then he knelt down behind her and with extended knees 
inside her thighs forced still wider her heavy buttocks. He applied saliva 
liberally to the head of his cock and then brought that rigid weapon into 
contact with Elaine's brown berry. 

"Oooooh!" she gasped hoarsely as he forced the rubbery head inside where his 
finger had been previously. "Dave! DAVE! I can't-stand it!" Her hands 
clutched convulsively at the bed covers. "Dave! Please! You're splitting-me! 
Owwww!" 

Inexorably he drove forward with the weight of his hard body, and his thick, 
fleshy lance pierced the frantic Elaine more deeply while her toes drummed 
on the carpeting. He bent forward for increased leverage, and the coronal 
ridge of his blunt-headed instrument slid out of sight inside the red-haired 
girl's distended anal-chute and lodged there tightly. 

A piercing pain shot through Elaine's entire lower body, and she threw back 
her head and screamed, a piercing sound that vocalized her agonized 
laceration. She screamed again as Dave resumed his forceful, ruthless 
pressure and the large white cock slid slowly inward between her hind 
cheeks. 

Nancy heard Elaine's scream through two closed doors. Startled, she sat up 
on the bed and shamefacedly removed her hand from between her thighs where 
it had remained until it felt damp from the intimate contact. She ran to the 
door and threw it open, her eyes on the sofa where she had previously 
witnessed Karen's screwing by Dave. 

Nancy's unbelieving eyes took in the sight of Karen and the lean-bodied, 
handsome Harry locked in passionate embrace which obviously was close to 
climax. Karen's long legs were wrapped around Harry's body as he pistoned 
his ramrod into her yawning crevasse. Karen's burbling inarticulate 
breathless murmurings indicated her sex-frenzied passionate acceptance of 
the long prick assaulting her throbbing cunt-sheath. Her entwined arms 
clasped Harry's shoulders tightly, and Harry's hardworking snorting breath 
blended with the blonde girl's wordless approving sounds of what was taking 
place in her hairless sanctuary. 

Elaine screamed again behind the second closed bedroom door, and Nancy 
pivoted. She rushed to the door and threw it open, dimly aware of noises 
behind her declaring a mutually explosive orgasm binding male and female sex 
organs stickily together. Confused, she stood partially inside the other 
bedroom for an instant before her gaze picked up the significance of Dave's 
kneeling posture behind Elaine's splayed milk-white buttocks and the angle 
at which Dave's thick cock was inserted between those buttocks. Elaine's 
wide-open mouth and scarlet, distorted face was the clincher. 

"Dave!" Nancy half-shouted, rushing forward as the rigid white penis slipped 
still more into Elaine's straining anus. "Dave!" She paused beside the pair 
helplessly, not knowing what to do. 

Elaine's mouth was still open, but no further screams issued from it despite 
the additional penetration. Dave thrust and thrust and thrust, gaining 
ground slowly. The head of his prick seemed enveloped into a warm, 
buttery-feeling bowl of flesh. Elaine groaned softly, but her clenched 
buttock muscles seemed to relax. Dave slid in more deeply, and the redhead 
caught her breath sharply, but her knees had ceased their frantic scrabbling 
on the carpet. 

Nancy watched, open-mouthed, as Dave pulled back slowly from the reamed 
asshole and Elaine's rectal opening was spread widely around the distending 
cock. Dave emerged almost to the head and then leaned forward again, and the 
powerful blunt instrument slowly but surely regained the lost ground while a 
saliva-bubble formed on Elaine's breath-parted lips. 

"Dave," Nancy said again, but weakly. 

She knew instinctively that neither of the pair kneeling on the floor 
crouching over the bed heard her. 

 CHAPTER VII 

Nancy stared in rabbit-hypnotized fascination as Dave's power-prong moved 
faster and faster in and out of Elaine's poop deck. The redhead's long-drawn 
inhalations and exhalations were unaccompanied by any further outcries, mute 
testimony to her rectum's adaptability to its outsized visitor. Elaine's 
hands no longer clutched at the bed covers but rested limply on them, palms 
down. 

The puckered flesh of Elaine's asshole was pushed in and pulled out by 
Dave's cock. A look of strain on his face made Nancy realize he was close to 
orgasm. The continual pressure along the entire length of his penis was 
driving him wild. Savagely he plunged into the warm-clasping depths, 
relishing Elaine's capitulation to the reaming of her rectum. 

Elaine raised her head from the bed as her thighs began quivering. "Dave?" 
she said with her voice rising on a questioning note. "I'm-there's a-funny 
feeling-I couldn't-possibly come-like this, could I?" 

Dave remained silent. He seized Elaine's hips to hold her big bottom more 
firmly in place as he bored her shit-chute. The tip of his prick tingled 
with the pointed message sent along the shaft by the slow rolling boil 
accumulating in his balls. "Dave!" Elaine said again, all questioning gone. 
"You-you're-ohhhh! It's-ohhhh!-Dave!" 

A sound behind her caused Nancy to whirl about. Harry Scott, naked, stood in 
the doorway watching her sardonically. Behind him was the nude Karen, still 
bleary-eyed, but with a self-satisfied smirk on her face and a red blotch on 
her belly. Nancy turned as scarlet as a schoolgirl caught watching through a 
knothole a group of boys urinating. She bolted from the bedroom with the 
mingled sounds of Elaine's bleated, echoing little cries of passion mingled 
with Dave's harsher grunted expletives, signaling their mutual orgasm. 

In the other bedroom, Nancy stood in the middle of the floor and burst out 
crying. 

She certainly didn't want to be dealt with by Dave and Harry in the 
double-manner she had just witnessed. 

So then why did she have this terribly nervous, tensely frustrated, gnawing 
feeling? 

Dave woke in the morning with the sun in his eyes. He shifted position in 
the bed and discovered Harry sitting upon it. "Where's everyone?" he yawned. 

"Gone shopping," Harry answered. He regarded Dave with a speculative gaze. 
"That's quite a troupe of acrobats you brought along with you, friend. I'm 
obliged." 

"Did'ja get it into Nan yet?" Dave asked. 

"Not yet," Harry smiled. "But with the snow melted can the spring be far 
behind? I have a feeling I'll be thanking you again." He paused as though 
savoring his thought-processes. "On another subject, Dave," he resumed with 
an attempted lightness of tone that didn't quite come off, "do you happen to 
be holding any bread? I'm a little in hock at the club, and there's a 
bookmaker or two looking for me." 

"Haven't changed a bit, hmm?" Dave commented. "I'm not holdin' enough to 
rupture a flea, but I can probably borrow a few from Nan for you." 

"I don't think I'm talking about the kind of money she'd be-likely to let 
you have," Henry answered. There was a peculiarly still, strained expression 
upon his handsome face. "Now, money can't really be a problem for you with 
the kind of honey you've got in tow' to dangle in front of the bees." 

"You mean peddle 'em?" Dave shook his dark head. "Naah. They're amateurs." 

"Every broad was an amateur once," Harry said. "Then they peddle it in 
marriage or they peddle it, period." 

"Forget it," Dave said shortly. "I said they're amateurs." 

"Sure," Harry said easily. "What's on your docket for today?" 

"I thought I'd take the boat ride around the harbor an' up the river," Dave 
mumbled through another yawn. "I missed doin' that the only other time I was 
here." 

"It's a nice trip," Harry agreed. "But you'd better get moving. The morning 
boat leaves at 10:00 A.M." 

"Okay," Dave said, and threw back the covers. 

When he heard Dave in the shower, Harry walked into the living room and 
picked up the telephone. 

Nancy emerged from a cab in front of Harry Scott's house shortly after noon. 
She had left Karen and Elaine still browsing in the specialty shops. 
Initially there had been a strained atmosphere among the three of them, but 
it had gradually worn off. Karen had made one jesting remark about Dave's 
cavalier use of Elaine's asshole. Elaine had made no reply, and that had 
been the end of it. Karen had been bubblingly vivacious, a spirit released. 

Nancy entered the house and put her packages down on the hall table. She 
entered the living room and stopped short at the sight of Harry Scott seated 
in an armchair. Instinctively she knew this was no casual confrontation, and 
one hand crept protectively to her throat. 

Harry stood up at once and moved toward her. He was giving her no time to 
think or react. "Hi," he greeted her. "Have a busy morning?" While saying 
the innocuous words, he slipped an arm around Nancy's shrinking waist and 
lowered his face to hers. She tried to avoid the moist-lipped kiss that 
followed, but his mouth pursued hers unerringly. 

The hand at the end of the arm around her waist dropped down and squeezed a 
fleshy buttock. The other hand rose and fondled, dandled, and cosseted a 
brassiered breast while the prolonged kiss continued. Nancy's breathing was 
labored and her knees were shaking. Whichever way she turned, Harry's hands 
groped and fumbled at previously untouched intimate flesh. "Please!" Nancy 
begged, when she finally freed her mouth. She slapped at the amorous hands 
slipping under her clothing. "Please!" 

Suffused blood darkened Harry's face. "Think you're too good for me?" he 
demanded angrily. "Well, I'll just show you different!" He clawed at the 
skirt of Nancy's dress until he had it up around her waist. Her slip 
followed, and Harry's hands roamed freely over her bare thighs and p a n t i 
e d behind. "How d'you like that, Miss Priss?" 

His hands left her lower body and fastened on her shoulders, forcing her to 
her knees in front of him. Grinning devilishly, he unzipped himself and 
presented a lazy erection to Nancy's shrinking face. "Swallow it!" Harry 
demanded. "Swallow the sword!" When Nancy sought to avert her face, Harry 
seized her by the ears and twisted cruelly. "I said swallow it, Miss 
Modesty!" he sneered. 

The pain in her ears was excruciating, and Nancy leaned forward and took the 
long white rod gingerly in her mouth. Harry used his ear-leverage to jerk 
her to himself more closely, and Nancy almost strangled as the prick was 
forced against the back of her throat. She gargled and coughed while trying 
to adjust her mouth to the burgeoning intractability it contained. 

"Suck it!" Harry snarled, emphasizing the command with added jerks upon 
Nancy's earlobes. The agony was so great Nancy thought she would faint. She 
was breathing through her nose in snorting gulps while she attempted to curl 
her tongue around the inflexible rod of flesh inside her mouth. 

Her desperate attempts to use both tongue and mouth to appease her tormentor 
resulted in a slackening of the acutely painful twisting pressure on her 
ears, but no relief at all in the prick-crowded environs of her mouth. She 
licked and sucked and swallowed noisily, fearful of a renewed torturing of 
her smarting ears. "All right," Harry said almost reluctantly, pulling his 
prick out of her mouth. Any more stimulation would have him coming in her 
mouth, and he didn't want that right now. "Get your ass out of your pants, 
Miss Lilywhite. Move!" 

Nancy rose shakily to her feet. Her chest hurt from her previous strained 
efforts to breathe. Her jaw ached, and her ears ached, and her eyes were 
full of tears. Harry seized her arm and spun her halfway across his 
upraising thigh after planting his foot on a hassock. "When I say 'Move!' I 
mean move!" he rasped. His upraised arm brought his palm down with an 
explosive-sounding crack upon Nancy's pantied rear plumped out over his 
thigh. 

Fire shot through Nancy's bottom. "Owwww!" she whimpered. The remorseless 
palm descended again, the pistol-like loud smack blending with another sheet 
of flame spreading through her anguished seat. "Owwwww!" Nancy cried out, 
hopping ungracefully from one foot to the other. 

Crack! "Ohhhhhhhh!" Crack! "Oooooooooooh!" Crack! "Owwwwwww!" Crack! 
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" 

Harry let go of her arm as Nancy shrieked her discomposure after the sixth 
solid whack on her writhing buttocks. "Get those pants off!" he snapped, 
"And get your bare ass into the bedroom! Run!" 

Feverishly, Nancy skimmed down her panties from her hot-glowing bottom and 
stepped out of them. With dress and slip still fucked up around her 
shoulders, she trotted into the bedroom, acutely conscious of Harry just a 
step behind her. As she turned to face him apprehensively, she caught a 
quick glimpse in the mirror of her soft-bottomed hind cheeks with a 
burgeoning crimson blotch spreading across them. 

Harry stood in front of her, eyeing her arrogantly. Nancy's heart thudded 
monotonously. What did this cruel man have in store for her now? "Ask me to 
fuck you," he demanded loudly. 

Her tongue circled her dry lips. She watched the hand that had just stung 
her tender seat so severely move upward in the direction of her face, but 
she couldn't bring herself to speak. The obscenely unlady-like request went 
totally against her sexual grain. 

Harry slapped her heavily across the face, and she almost fell. Her cheek 
felt as if it was on fire. 

"Say it!" he bellowed. 

"P-please f-fuck me!" Nancy got out between choking sobs. 

"Louder!" 

"Please f-fuck m-me," she said it louder. 

"Happy to oblige," he grinned at her lasciviously. He took her arm again and 
threw her at the bed. Nancy landed on her back and raised herself on her 
elbows, crying openly, as Harry eyed her thick-thatched fleece and 
full-lipped cunt while he stripped off his clothing. Her brassiered breasts 
showed under the edge of her upraised clothing, but he made no effort to 
remove it. He loomed over her and pushed her roughly onto her back. "Quit 
your bleating!" he ordered, and Nancy tried to stifle her sniffling sobs. 

Harry widened her legs and moved in between them, his prick bobbing stiffly 
in front of him. He raised Nancy's thighs and poked at her lower-bellied 
serration with his rubbery prick-head. Nancy thought fleetingly that she had 
never been so humiliatingly used, with no thought of tenderness. 

She felt the hard broadsword pierce her vaginal entrance, and she bit her 
lip as it forced its way inside her. Harry's cock had looked quite a bit 
different from Dave's, longer but more tapered, yet she had to admit there 
wasn't much difference in the feel of them when they were crammed inside her 
distended pussy. With no further words, Harry began to fuck in and out of 
her at a rapid pace. 

She tried to ease a kink in her back from the uncomfortable position into 
which Harry had pushed her, then moved her bottom tentatively, afraid 

Harry would wreak further physical vengeance upon her for inactivity. 
Harry's cock was thwacking into her cunt at a great rate, and quick-flowing 
internal juices had lubricated her passage somewhat. 

Nancy wiggled her still-burning behind again as Harry's prick nosedived into 
her, and then a small bomb seemed to go off in her interior. All the smart 
in her nude backside seemed transferred suddenly inside her, where it gave 
off consuming heat. Her lips parted and her hips climbed, and her hands 
which had been resting limply at her sides came up and seized Harry's waist. 
"Ohh!" she breathed in a choked voice. 

Harry grunted with satisfaction at the sound. "Gettin' to you, huh, you 
fuckin' cunt?" he jeered. 

Nancy hardly heard him. Boiling lava was on the verge of erupting in her 
sex-channel. Her legs climbed still higher involuntarily, and she blew out 
her breath to clear her lungs to help with increased sensation. "Ohhhhh!" 
she said clearly as her grotto twitched and throbbed in hot flash-impulses 
that pierced her delightfully. "Ahhhh! I'm right-oooooh!-on the edge! 
I'm-ahhhhh!right on-aieeeee-the edge!" Nancy moaned brokenly. 

Her heavy hind cheeks danced and jiggled as they swung clear of the bed 
between Harry's thunderous piercings of her valley. She felt lost to 
everything except the goatish, ruttish heat disquieting her loins. Her 
stomach muscles quivered and her lower belly fluttered and the soles of her 
feet tingled madly. "Ohhhh, fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt!" she pleaded in 
shameless indelicacy, brazen to everything except the wantonly licentious 
fiery furnace in her depths. And then she boiled over. 

Her hands left Harry's waist and drummed frantically on the bed. Far above 
his back her heels locked and her thighs tightened as she sought to extract 
every ounce of the delicious sensation flooding her. "Aieeeeeeee, I'm 
coming! My cunt's COMMMMMMMMING!" she s h r i e k e d, only dimly aware that 
Harry's cock was jerking off its load into her steaming interior. 
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she whimpered on an expiring note. Her previously compressed 
thighs slumped laxly on either side of Harry's body as he withdrew from her. 

He favored her with a hard grin. "I knew you were a hot piece of goods in 
spite of your mealy-mouthed air," he announced. "A cunt like yours really 
knows what to do with a prick." 

A feeling of overwhelming shame rushed in upon Nancy as she listened to the 
complacent statement. Shame because in a way, and despite her best efforts 
at preventing it, it was true. She was mortified that she could be so 
thoroughly aroused by a man she didn't like and who didn't even like her. 

Harry took a final look at her semen-dampened fleece and red-rubbed 
pussy-lips and left the bedroom. Nancy tried to get herself back under 
control. It was dreadful that a male could strike sexual sparks from her 
like this-any male, that is-but she tried to console herself that it was 
woman's nature. Lust was never pretty, perhaps, but it was necessary. 
Despite her feeling of shame, Nancy's languidly easeful sense of 
gratification after her fucking told her it was necessary. She had learned a 
lesson. It was much better with a man she liked, but it was rarely bad. 

She heard Karen's high-pitched voice and Elaine's lower contralto at the 
front door as they entered the house, and she scrambled from the bed in a 
vain effort to set herself to rights before she was discovered. Karen poked 
her head in the bedroom door while Nancy was still trying to pull her 
crushed dress and slip down over her convexly curved bare belly and 
wide-bottomed bare hind cheeks. "Well!! " Karen said with a superior smile, 
staring at Harry's leavings glistening on Nancy's bush. "Improving the 
shining hour?" 

Nancy could make no answer. She hated being caught in flagrante delicto like 
this. What good was it to try to explain to the obviously unimpressed Karen 
that she'd been forced? What good especially since she knew in her heart 
that beyond a certain point double the force couldn't have made her stop 
wanting it? She stood with her rumpled clothing finally rough-smoothed down 
over her nudity and felt completely at a loss. 

Harry moved in behind the superiorly smiling Karen and put his arm around 
her waist. He was still naked, and she turned, startled at the feel of the 
nude male body. She hadn't seen him when she came in because he'd been in 
the bathroom. "Hey, kid," Harry said, nuzzling Karen's ear with his lips, 
"how'd you like to have your ass punked?" 

"Wh-what?" Karen stammered nervously. It was one thing to feel superior to a 
disheveled, semi-nude Nancy with the evidence still upon her sex-flesh of 
recent screwing, and quite another to find herself in the hands of the 
hard-eyed naked male who had done the screwing. Karen instinctively tried to 
back away, but Harry's arm pinioned her. 

Elaine came into the bedroom, removing the jacket of her lightweight suit. 
She glanced at Nancy, and then away. There was no need of a verbal exchange. 
Secretly, Elaine felt rather pleased at Nancy's discomfiture. Ever since the 
others had been witness to Dave's reaming of her own asshole the previous 
day, she had been determined that she wouldn't be the only one singled out 
for such treatment. She still felt an occasional twinge in her rectum when 
she moved incautiously to remind herself that she wanted the others in no 
position to look down their noses because Elaine had been forced into an 
experience they hadn't. 

"She'd love to have her ass punked, wouldn't you, Karen?" Elaine said 
casually. She sat down on the bed, still without looking at Nancy. "Have you 
seen her tight-looking little asshole, Harry? It doesn't look like you could 
get a needle inside it." 

"You'd be surprised what you can get inside an asshole," Harry growled, but 
he looked interested. Originally he had spoken in jest to Karen, but as 
Elaine intended his imagination was now feeding on the thought. He slapped 
Karen familiarly on the rump. "Give us a look at it." I can always have one 
of them suck me up if I find I'm in the mood, he thought. 

Karen hesitated, and that angered him. "Get your goddamn clothes off!" he 
roared at her. The blonde girl blinked uncertainly, worrying her lower lip 
with her clenched teeth, but she slowly began to divest herself of her outer 
things. Her mind still couldn't quite catch up with the sudden switch in the 
situation which had made her a potential victim. 

In bra and panties, she looked at Harry fearfully. "Pants down!" he barked 
at her, and reluctantly she peeled them from her firmly jutting hips and 
down her long slender legs. "Bend over!" Harry snapped. He had to take a 
step toward her before she hurriedly complied. "Spread those cheeks!" 
Red-faced not only from her stooping posture, Karen hesitantly reached 
behind herself and with a hand on each cheek parted her soft globes. 

"Not bad for a kindergartner," Harry said with heavy irony as the pale 
areola of Karen's shrinking anus and the bottom segment of her upside-down 
hairless pink slit came into view. He was surprised to find his penis rising 
steadily. He hadn't expected to be turned on readily by this slim-looking 
greyhound of a girl, since ordinarily he preferred women with meat on them. 
"Back up here an' let's see if it fits." 

Karen turned her head to see what he proposed fitting, and her gray eyes 
widened at sight of his prick projecting from his belly with increasing 
authority. "Back up, I said!" Harry boomed at her. 

Karen scuttled backward, still separating her buttocks with her hands. She 
flinched when she backed right into Harry's erection, which prodded her left 
globe and then slid over into her deep furrow. Nancy measured the sight of 
Harry's erection against the tiny asshole in front of it and winced 
mentally. How could Elaine have been so callous in her proposal, which Nancy 
had recognized at once as a deliberate attempt to re-arouse the partially 
defused Harry? 

The handsome piano player grabbed Karen's hips and pulled her backwards onto 
his prong, which slipped down underneath and rubbed against her bare-faced 
twat. Goose bumps jumped up on her slender white arms. "Got to get some 
starting blocks," Harry decided, and picked Karen up by locking his hands 
underneath her slim nude stomach. "Bring a pillow into the kitchen," he 
flung over his shoulder, and carried the blonde girl out of the bedroom. 

Elaine stared at Nancy defiantly for a moment before picking up a pillow 
from the bed. "If you think the use of my asshole is going to be the only 
subject of conversation when we get back to Phoenix, you have another think 
coming," she announced. She followed Harry and the protesting Karen into the 
kitchen. The blonde girl sounded as though she was on the verge of becoming 
hysterical. 

Nancy hesitated a moment and then followed the others. She had to admit that 
she was too curious to remain away. The sight of Karen's crumpled, drawn-in 
boysenberry tucked deeply within the sheltering hind cheeks had roused her 
strangely. 

When she reached the kitchen, Harry had already dragged the table into the 
center of the constricted space. Elaine placed the pillow with one edge 
overhanging the table, and Harry placed Karen on her stomach on the pillow. 
"No!" Karen cried out fearfully as Harry's rigidity again rammed into her 
soft behind, bouncing from her resilient hemispheres. "Don't! Don't let him 
do it to me! Don't let him!" 

"Hold her down here," Harry said to Elaine. The redhead placed both hands in 
the small of Karen's bare back while Harry turned to a cupboard and opened 
it. He lifted down a bottle of cooking brandy, from which he took a long 
swallow, then titled the bottle up and took another. 

He set the bottle down and opened the refrigerator, from which he took the 
butter-dish. He removed the cover and rubbed the fingers of his right hand 
repeatedly along the hard butter-stick until the warmth of his hand softened 
it and butter began to cling to his fingers. He returned to the table and 
took Elaine's place beside Karen, whose arms were sprawled across the table 
top, the left one pinioned effectively by the nearness of Harry's body. 
"Spread her cheeks again," Harry told Elaine. 

He poised his buttered fingers in the air until Elaine dropped to her knees 
and with her face almost at the level of Karen's nude rump gripped a 
delicate-looking but solid-feeling resilient globe in each hand and 
separated them. Harry promptly buttered the upper edges of Karen's squirming 
cleft, with special attention to her anus. 

Kneeling, Elaine watched as Harry's little finger forced its tip inside 
Karen's pinched-looking rectal entrance and spread more butter. He repeated 
it two or three times before applying the remainder of the butter to his 
stiff-standing penis-head. "Why shouldn't I have it myself while it's good?" 
he said loudly to no one in particular. He sat down the butter-dish from 
which he had replenished his supply at one point, and moved in behind 
Karen's spread-apart backside, still in Elaine's charge. Harry's hard thigh 
bumped Elaine out of the way and she lost her grip, but not before Harry's 
buttered prong had taken up residence in Karen's downy buttock-split. 

"Owoooooo!" Karen wailed as she felt the slippery prick-head jockeying for 
position against her buttered asshole. "He's going to-uff!" The breathless 
exclamation was forced from her when Harry thrust forward suddenly, but his 
cock slid off to one side. Sullen-faced, he lined up the bolt and nut again 
with a quick slap upon Karen's outer rounded buttock area to remind her to 
remain quiet. 

Harry surged again, and the blonde squeaked as he made a slight penetration 
of her buggered rear. The squeak slid up to a shriek and then to a scream as 
Harry triumphantly thrust home his initial advantage. "OWWWWWWWW!" Karen 
howled dolefully. "Oooooooooooh, it hurts! It HURTS!" 

Nancy gazed with half-parted lips at the slowbut-steady immersion of Harry's 
long cock between Karen's pale-looking nates. She could imagine the cruelly 
piercing pain which must accompany each flaming quarter-inch of the passage, 
and she shivered, but still the sight of the male cock between the female 
buttocks excited her. She wouldn't want to exchange places with Karen, but 
still-Harry bucked himself tightly into the blonde girl's blubbery-feeling 
rectum despite her supplicating outcries. Sweat gathered on his forehead, 
and ran down onto his face; he wiped it away impatiently. He grasped Karen's 
slim waist in his hands and began to saw wood within the captive rectum. 

The more shrill of Karen's pained cries died out as Harry fucked her 
asshole. She still whimpered and moaned and sighed tearfully and groaned, 
but her legs and buttocks relaxed slightly from their original constriction, 
which had failed to protect her wrinkle-corrugated aperture now under siege. 
Harry's rough bombardment of her tenderized flesh left her breathless and 
with no opportunity to experience a pleasurable sensation of any kind. 

Harry rocked from his heels to his toes as he banged his buttered cock into 
Karen's tight-pursed fissure. His grunts became louder as his eyes became 
glazed with imminent eruption. In a series of short, powerful thrusts, he 
fired his load into the blonde's buttered rectal-purlieu. He settled back on 
his heels heavily for a moment before pulling his prick from Karen's 
straining anus with a loud popping sound. He turned around and picked up the 
brandy bottle, from which he took another swallow, and Nancy noted uneasily 
that he had reduced the contents by more than one half. 

Karen remained flat on the pillow, gasping, although nothing was holding her 
in place. Elaine reached up curiously from her kneeling position and again 
separated the hind cheeks, which had snapped together after Harry's 
withdrawal. The puckered anus appeared again, raw-looking and roughened. 
Pearly drops of semen crept from its wizened red puckeredness and trickled 
downward, refusing to be absorbed into the melting butter. 

Harry eyed Elaine's inspection but said nothing. His chest hair was matted 
with perspiration. He walked into the bedroom and returned in a moment, 
zipping up and buckling his pants. He left the girls in the kitchen again 
after glancing at his watch, and went into the front part of the house where 
he locked and bolted the front door. He was passing the telephone when it 
rang, and he grabbed at the receiver. Nervous energy seemed to crackle from 
him. 

"That's probably Dave," Nancy said in the kitchen when she heard the ring of 
the telephone. 

Elaine help up a hand for her to be silent, and they listened to Harry's end 
of the conversation. "Yeah, everything's set," he said in his heavy voice. 
"Yeah, twenty-five a shot. Extra if you want anything special. Naah, don't 
gimme that stuff about a discount. This is class, I tell you. You won't be 
talkin'-about a discount when you see it. You'll be biddin' against 
whoever's here takin' a shot. Yeah, fifteen minutes is okay." 

Elaine looked at Nancy and shrugged uncomprehendingly when the conversation 
concluded and Harry replaced the receiver. Nancy ran through the 
conversation again in her mind. Something about the sound of it.. . 

Harry appeared in the kitchen door, rubbing his hands together briskly. "Got 
news for you girls," he announced. His eyes had become red-tinged from the 
brandy. "Few friends of mine 're comin' over for a little fun" 

There was an electric silence. "Fun?" Elaine echoed at last. "Fun?" 

"Yeah, fun," Harry said flatly. "Jus' relax, an' you won't get hurt." 

Nancy found her voice with difficulty. "Do you mean that you're-that you 
expect us-" 

"Relax an' you won't get hurt," Harry repeated. "Don't make me slap you 
around. Might as well get out of your clothes now. The boys like to look 
over the merchandise." He grinned at Karen, standing beside the table clad 
only in her bra, both hands behind her tenderly probing her rectal area. 
"You'll do as is, kid," he told her. "I don't imagine your tits are all that 
much, anyhow." 

Large tears still trembled unshed on Karen's eyelids. She had missed the 
point of Harry's pronouncement, caught up as she was in the throes of her 
own woeful self-assessment of possible damage. 

"You don't mean it!" Elaine said stiffly. "It's a joke, a-a gag." 

"Let's see if you think so in twenty minutes, sis," Harry replied. 

"But we're not whores!" It burst with bullet velocity from Nancy's dry 
throat. 

"Whores?" Karen repeated uncertainly. "Whores?" She looked at Nancy's and 
Elaine's strained faces. "Where's Dave?" she whimpered. "Where's Dave?" 

Nancy glanced about desperately for a weapon. A knife-handle protruded from 
a breadbox, and she darted toward it. Before she reached it, Harry's hand 
closed around the nape' of her neck. He flung her the length of the kitchen, 
and she crashed off a cabinet with rib-rattling force that doubled her over 
in pain. "I said out of your clothes!" Harry screamed, with an unsettling 
high edge to his voice. He advanced upon Elaine with the knife he had taken 
from the breadbox in his hand. "How'd you like to have your pussy-hair 
shaved off with a dull bread knife if you don't move faster? Strip!" 

White-lipped, Elaine began to undress. Nancy undoubled herself with a 
pain-wracked gasp and followed suit. Karen's pent-up waterfall overflowed as 
big tears ran down her pale cheeks while she watched her friends' disrobing. 

"Pile all the clothes on the table with the underwear showin', " Harry 
ordered. "That'll give the guys a charge when they come in. The three of you 
c'mon into the livin' room now." 

They walked from the kitchen helplessly as he stood aside to let them 
precede him, Karen's brassiere the only article of clothing among them. He 
patted each bare rump as it went by with a proprietary air. "Your broads are 
gonna get me out of hock," he said jovially. " 'N then we'll have a helluva 
party at the club afterward." 

Nancy listened as though in a dream. 

It couldn't be happening. 

It simply couldn't be happening to them. 

But her heart skipped a beat and her pulse accelerated at the sound of a 
loud knock at the kitchen door. 

 CHAPTER VIII 

"There's the first batch of the boys," Harry said. He started toward the 
kitchenette. "Don't try to run out the front, because the door's locked an' 
I've got the key. And don't start cryin' for Dave, because he won't be here 
for a couple hours. I told him to meet me at the club after he got back from 
the boat ride, so he won't be showin' up here till I'm ready to see him." He 
paused in the living room doorway to glare threateningly at Nancy, Elaine, 
and Karen huddled together in front of the sofa. "And don't make me tell you 
to be nice to the boys, or I'll take it out of your asses with my belt." 

"What are we going to do?" Karen moaned when he disappeared from sight. They 
could all hear him unlocking the back door and removing the chain latch. 
Then there was the hearty sound of mingled masculine voices, from which no 
intelligible remark could be distinguished. 

Harry's voice rose above the group sound finally. "Cash on the table, boys. 
What about you, Eddie? Okay, okay, just wanted to see the color of it. Move 
along inside. They're waitin' for you." 

Karen crowded up against Nancy as the noise of shuffling feet sent a quick 
shiver through the blonde girl. Karen looked as though she were about to 
faint, and Nancy slipped a protective arm around her nude waist. They could 
all use protection, Nancy thought, but none was forthcoming. 

Elaine took a backward step as the first man entered the living room. He was 
a young-looking, round-faced boy in the coverall of a service station 
attendant. He grinned widely at sight of the group before focusing his gaze 
on Elaine's red-gold pubic hair. "Hey, one of 'em's a redhead!" he said 
delightedly as Elaine instinctively covered her mound with her palm. 

"Shut up, Eddie," the second man through the doorway said. He was 
middle-aged, balding, and had a half-consumed cigar clamped in one corner of 
his mouth. Next was a fat man in a dirty white shirt and slacks, with his 
stomach overflowing his belt. After him came a white-haired man in a neat 
business suit, and finally a stocky, smiling man with curly brown hair and a 
ruggedly athletic frame. 

"Yeah, stop runnin' your mouth, Eddie," the fat man said to the coveralled 
boy. Small, pouched, greedy-looking eyes almost hidden in layers of fat 
peered at the girls. "Let's get this thing sorted out." 

"Well, at least for once Harry wasn't runnin' his mouth," the cigar smoker 
said in a grudging tone. "These chicks are class." 

"Yeah," the fat man said. "But let's get with it. Who's your pick, Tom?" 

He was looking at the white-haired man when he spoke. Nancy had already 
noticed that the other men seemed to defer to Tom, who looked like a retired 
businessman. At his age, Nancy wondered fleetingly what he could be doing 
with a group like this, even while she tried tG control the trembling of her 
knees. 

"I want a blow job from the blonde," the white-haired man said decisively. 

"Alec?" the fat man questioned the cigar smoker. 

"I'll take the blonde, too, but I don't want no blow job." 

The fat man grinned obscenely. "Walter?" The smiling, athletic-looking man 
pointed silently at Nancy. "Eddie?" 

"The redhead," the coveralled boy said at once. "What about you, Tubby?" 
Alec asked the fat man. 

"I got to talk to Harry first," Tubby announced. "Whyn't you get started, 
Tom? An' Alec? No, that's right, you got to wait for Tom." He pointed to the 
smiling Walter, then to Nancy, then to a bedroom. Walter nodded his curly 
head vigorously. "He's a mute," Tubby explained to Nancy. "Eddie, you hop on 
the redhead." 

"Get with it, you guys," Harry's voice floated in from the kitchen. "The 
second bunch'll be along in twenty minutes." 

"Hey, Harry!" Tubby sang out. Harry appeared in the living room doorway. 
"I'll give you a hundred for a sandwich job on the brunette." He nodded at 
Nancy. 

"Hand it over," Harry said. 

The fat man peeled five twenties from a thick roll of bills. "I love to feel 
that second prick in there," he explained. "You gonna get underneath, 
Harry?" 

"I got to work the back door," Harry responded. "Eddie, you get underneath 
her." 

"But I want the redhead!" the youthful Eddie protested. 

"An' Walter already spoke for the brunette," Alec added. 

"Let's speed this up," the white-haired Tom said briskly. "I've got to get 
back to the store." 

"You can have the redhead afterward," Harry said coaxingly to Eddie. "An' 
I'll give you a ten-spot for gettin' underneath for Tubby." 

"Well, okay," Eddie said reluctantly. 

"Then I'll shift to the redhead," Alec announced. He grinned at Eddie. "I'm 
allergic to a wet deck." 

"What about Walter?" Eddie reminded them. 

"That's right," Tom said. "Ask him if he'll wait, Tubby." 

The fat man raised his right hand and his pudgy-looking fingers danced in 
the air. The smiling Walter replied in kind. "He says he'll wait," Tubby 
announced. 

"Good," Tom said. He touched Karen on the elbow. "Come with me, young lady." 
He walked into the nearer bedroom. 

"Well, go on," Tubby said impatiently to the shrinking Karen. He gave her a 
push in the direction of the bedroom. Harry glowered at her across the room, 
and the blonde girl, after a final despairing glance at Nancy, walked slowly 
into the bedroom. 

Alec already had Elaine by the arm and was steering her toward the second 
bedroom. "C'mon," he was saying. "I left my wife shoppin' downtown an' I got 
to pick her up." 

Nancy was left alone in the living room with Tubby, Eddie, and Walter. Eddie 
had already removed his coveralls and was taking off his shorts. Tubby 
unbuckled his belt from around his gross-looking middle and stepped out of 
his trousers. Walter sat down in an armchair, a bright-eyed, interested 
observer. 

In the first bedroom, the white-haired Tom removed his pants, folded them 
neatly, and hung them over the back of a chair, then sat down on the edge of 
the bed. He beckoned to Karen. "Don't look so alarmed, young lady. I won't 
bite, and don't you, either." He removed a stubby, withered-looking penis 
from his shorts and looked at Karen expectantly. 

In the second bedroom the balding Alec, cigar still in his mouth, undressed 
rapidly. "Listen," Elaine said quickly, "we're not what you think. Give us a 
break, won't you? Harry has-" 

"Let me tell you about my grandmother, Red," Alec interrupted in a bored 
tone. "She used to say that if everyone stood on the sidewalk and pitched 
his troubles into the middle of the street where everyone could see them, 
we'd all break our necks gettin' out there to get our own back. Get the 
idea? All I want from you is a little ass action." He kicked off his shoes 
and walked toward the bed. 

Out in the living room, Eddie looked down at a sturdy young penis only 
half-started from between his legs. "I got to work this baby up," he said, 
and walked over behind Nancy. He put his arms around her middle and rubbed 
his stomach and groin all over her soft buttock-warmth. "There, that's 
better," he said, stepping back and looking down at the resultant erection 
which Nancy had felt prodding her flesh. Eddie went to the sofa and 
stretched out on his back on it with his penis projecting upward. 

"Go ahead an' sit on his spike," Tubby said to Nancy. His little eyes, 
already almost lost in baggy sacs of fat, narrowed further when she didn't 
move. "Or do I got to get Harry to help you?" 

Nancy approached the couch with wildly beating heart and queasily churning 
stomach. "Ain't she got an ass on her, though?" Eddie said admiringly, 
patting the item in question when it came within range. 

In the first bedroom, Karen had knelt down between the white-haired Tom's 
parted legs as he sat on the edge of the bed. She took his eroded-looking 
penis in her hand. "I won't-I won't be any good at this," the blonde girl 
stammered. 

"My dear, I find your obvious lack of experience most attractive," Tom said 
suavely. "I assume you have a close girl friend whom you french 
occasionally? Then conduct yourself accordingly." 

Alec already had Elaine on her back in the second bedroom. He had parted the 
redhead's plump thighs and was piccolo-playing the length of her sex-gash 
with his fingertips. "That's a real piece of brisket you got there, baby," 
he told Elaine, who was breathing hard in a melange of emotions. "Don't 
forget to move that gorgeous ass." He lowered himself on Elaine's belly 
between her widely separated legs and brought to bear a moderate-sized 
penile erection against Elaine's fleece-surrounded vaginal entrance. "Stick 
the Jolly Roger in your cunt, baby," he said. 

Tubby had impatiently seized Nancy's arm and forced her to straddle the 
prostrate Eddie, facing him. Then he pushed down on her shoulders as Eddie 
guided his spear upward into Nancy's whiskered, gaping slot. Nancy gasped as 
she slid slowly downward on the sturdy young pole which crammed her 
pussy-depths. Eddie reached up and pulled her down on top of him, displaying 
her thrust-back, tautly stretched, wide-beamed nude backside to Tubby. The 
fat man's little eyes gleamed licentiously as he pulled up the front of his 
shirt and undershirt and removed gray-looking undershorts that had once been 
white. 

Karen licked at the withered-looking prick on her palm before lipping it 
into her mouth. The white-haired Tom sat with his hands resting lightly on 
the blonde girl's head as she sucked on his pipe organ. "I wish I'd had the 
good fortune to know you when I could have fucked your cute-looking cunt, 
young lady," Tom said softly with his gaze fixed dreamily on the far wall. 
"But at my age I must make do with second best." 

"Hurry it up, you guys!" Harry yelled from the kitchen. "Customers waitin'! 
" 

An expression of irritation crossed Tom's lined features, but he said 
nothing as Karen continued to suck the wizened penis while Tom patted her 
blonde head approvingly. 

In the other bedroom, Alec was riding Elaine vigorously. He had spoken 
sharply to her once, reminding her to move her ass, and she had responded 
nervously. The quick-thumping prick-assault on her slotted pussy confused 
her. She was more used to slow-gliding strokes of deep penetration like 
Dave's. She was just beginning to feel a faint tingle in her interior when 
Alec clutched her suddenly, gave several rabbit-like quick jerks of his 
hips, and climbed off her. "Thanks for the buggy ride, baby," he said 
matter-of-factly as he slid from the bed and reached for his pants. "Now you 
can tell your grandchildren you got it from the best." 

Egotism, Elaine thought witheringly as the balding Alec walked out of the 
bedroom while zipping himself up. He paused in the living room to stare 
curiously at the sofa, where Nancy was impaled on Eddie's young prick and 
the fat man, Tubby, was moving in behind her. Nancy's attention had been 
focused on the grinning Eddie, whose jogging movements under her had caused 
a slow-burning fuse to ignite in her depths. She was startled by the touch 
of a long, thin, ropy-feeling penis between her distended hind cheeks, and 
she turned her head. "What are you doing?" she asked sharply. 

Alec grinned and walked into the kitchen. Harry at once returned with a 
plump-looking man in tow whom he led to Elaine's bedroom. The man had a 
round, oily-looking face. "There she is, reverend," Harry said, nodding at 
Elaine's nude figure on the bed. "She'll do anything you want." 

"Reverend?" Elaine repeated incredulously when Harry left the room. "Did he 
say reverend?" 

"That is correct," the plump man said in an unctuous voice, starting to 
remove his jacket and trousers. "Perhaps you should call at my church, since 
you are obviously a lamb strayed from the fold." He was looking 
disapprovingly at Alec's thin deposit dampening Elaine's red-gold pubic 
hair. 

"But you-you're going to-" Elaine couldn't find the words. 

"I will have nothing to do with your sinful sexual parts, of course," the 
plump man said with dignity. He removed his undershorts, displaying a 
smooth, hairless backside that would have done credit to a middle-aged 
woman. He advanced toward the bed and knelt up on it. 

Karen's red-faced, hard-sucking efforts had produced a slight expansion in 
the previously slack penis in her mouth. The white-haired Tom's hands 
continued to rest lightly on her head, patting it encouragingly. Suddenly 
his thighs stiffened and his middle gave three quick jerks. A stringy, 
gruely deposit passed Karen's lips and barely reached the back of her 
throat. Tom stood up abruptly, one thigh catching Karen on the chin and 
nearly knocking her over backward. She regained her balance and sat on her 
haunches, swallowing and trying to regulate her breathing while Tom unfolded 
his trousers and put them back on. "You did very well, my dear," he said 
benignly before leaving the bedroom. 

He passed through the living room without pausing to look at the tableau on 
the sofa. Tubby had crowded up against Nancy's plumped-out bare behind and 
was trying to insert his ropy-looking cock, so at variance with the 
remainder of his physique, in her anus. Nancy was bucking and twisting to 
evade him, exciting herself by what her movements were doing to her cunt 
with Eddie's energized young prick embedded in it. 

Harry entered the living room with Tom's replacement. "You better straighten 
this bitch out," Tubby growled at him from the sofa. "I paid for her asshole 
an' I'm gonna get it." 

Harry paused on his way to Karen's bedroom and walked to the sofa. He bent 
down over Nancy, who shrank from the burning anger openly displayed on the 
handsome face. "You like the way you look when you see yourself in the 
mirror morn-in's?" Harry snapped at her. "Then get with it or you won't 
recognize yourself." He stood glaring while Eddie pinioned Nancy's upper 
body firmly and Tubby once more probed her buttock-crevice with his ropy 
cock. 

"No!" Nancy pleaded. "No!" 

Harry laughed. "Stick it to her, Tubby," he advised, then turned away to 
usher the new man, an angular, seedy-looking individual, into Karen's 
bedroom. "Help yourself, Charlie," he said to the newcomer, who was taking 
in the blonde's naked charms with dull-looking eyes. "No wet deck here. Only 
action she's had is old Tom's usual twenty-one-gun salute." He left the 
bedroom. 

The oily-looking reverend had climbed high up on Elaine's prostrate body, 
lodging a diminutive penis between her breasts. "Where are you going?" 
Elaine gasped, crushed by his weight on her chest. She could hardly breathe. 

"Stop talking!" the reverend said sharply. He reached down and pressed 
Elaine's large breasts together from the outside, trapping his penis in the 
warm valley between. He began a fucking motion of his womanly-looking hips 
while keeping Elaine's big tits squeezed together. 

Tubby, with Eddie's assistance, had finally conquered the squirming action 
of Nancy's behind and lodged the tip of his prick inside her flinching anus. 
"No!" she cried out. "Help! Help!" Her violent writhing dislodged Tubby, and 
his erection slid down between her buttocks. 

"Sonofabitch!" the fat man gasped. His face was dripping with perspiration. 

Harry darted in from the kitchen again at the sound of Nancy's outcry. 
Without saying a word he slammed a fist into her side with such force that 
only the sofa back and Eddie's arms around her kept her from being knocked 
over. "Hey, don't break her all up!" Eddie exclaimed in alarm. "C'mon, 
Tubby, bang it into her. I want to get to the redhead before too many guys 
have stabbed her in the cunt." 

Numb with pain, Nancy crouched in semi-suspended animation above Eddie, her 
large breasts on his chest. Her breath came in ragged gasps from burning 
lungs. She felt Tubby's rough-feeling prick shove between her tender-skinned 
buttocks and station itself at her rectal orifice, but she lacked the 
strength to move. 

The reverend had worked up a good head of steam fucking himself off between 
Elaine's tits. She could feel his diminutive prick enlarging as the feel of 
her billowing, smooth breasts excited him. He moved on her faster and faster 
while she struggled for breath until a warm, sticky gusher of sperm sprayed 
her throat, chin, and neck. The reverend slid off her and climbed from the 
bed with dignity. "Don't forget to attend to your salvation," he said as he 
pulled on his trousers. 

Karen watched apprehensively as the scrawny-looking, sallow-faced Charlie 
disrobed with a speed at variance with his otherwise lackadaisical manner. 
Shame enveloped her as Charlie's heavy-lidded stare surveyed her nudity. How 
could she ever face herself again after this-this lineup had finished with 
her? She averted her eyes from Charlie's surprisingly meaty-looking cock and 
heavy-hanging balls. 

The gangling man got onto the bed with her, turned her on her side while he 
played with her shrinking bare behind, then turned her over again to 
confront a rigorous, rock-like, bulb-headed penis that threatened her 
flower-like sex-arbor. Charlie paused as he noticed for the first time 
Karen's almost hairless state. "What d'you shave it for?" he demanded 
disapprovingly. "You enjoy showin' it to people?" 

"I don't shave it!" Karen returned indignantly. "That's-that's the way it 
is!" 

Charlie grunted and moved in between her legs. With no preliminary foreplay 
involving her vagina, he plunged his tough-looking sex-prong into Karen's 
dry hole. "Owwww!" she breathed throatily as a smarting, burning sensation 
enveloped her inner sheath. "Take it easy!" 

On the sofa Tubby was breathing heavily but triumphantly as he shoved 
fiercely at Nancy's partly-pierced rectum. Blinding pain shot through her, 
and a scream welled up from the back of her throat, which felt so 
constricted that the scream emerged as a choked gargling sound. She filled 
her lungs to scream again, but Eddie tightened his hard young arms around 
her and she lost her breath. Despite her distress, the feel of Eddie's stiff 
joystick in her downy nest was producing a contrary titillation that 
stiffened her nipples on Eddie's chest and moistened the boy's erection. 

Elaine had stripped a pillow of its case and was disgustedly mopping herself 
off when Harry came into the bedroom with a Chinese man. Elaine stared, 
popeyed. She had a "thing" about foreigners, whom she considered to be 
diseased or at the least unclean. "Okay, Ling," Harry said breezily. "How 
d'you want it this time?" 

"Please to get over end of bed, ma'am," the Chinese said politely to Elaine. 

"No," she whispered. Despite Harry's scowl she raised her voice. "No! I 
won't! You can't make me! 

I'll-" 

She ducked, but in vain, as Harry bent down and slapped her face viciously. 
"The hell I can't make you!" he shouted. He doubled up his fist, and Elaine 
plunged her head into the pillow to save her face. Harry changed his mind 
and instead pulled his belt from his trousers. Elaine shrieked as the 
leather bit into her buttocks and thighs as the Chinese watched impassively 
while he undressed. "Get over the end of the goddam bed!" Harry said between 
his teeth. Elaine scrambled off the bed, blind with tears, groped for the 
pillow, which she placed over the foot of the bed, then doubled herself up 
over it. A long red-and-blue stripe crossed both hind cheeks on a diagonal 
course. 

"That's better!" Harry said with satisfaction. "You let me know if she 
doesn't perform, Ling. I'll straighten her out." He walked from the bedroom 
after a final fierce stare at the crying Elaine. 

Nancy clenched her buttock and thigh muscles furiously as Tubby tried to 
force his lengthy cock farther into her distended anus. She hurt so badly 
she had bitten her lip until blood showed. Tubby backed off slightly and 
slammed his weighty body up against her straining buttocks. Nancy screamed, 
a high, soaring shriek of pure pain, as she felt the additional penetration 
in the form of a tearing, rending breakthrough of tissue in her rectum. 

"That-shoulda done it!" Tubby wheezed. He moved his hips, and Nancy moaned. 
"Yeah, I can feel your cock down there, too, Eddie." 

"What the hell, you should," the boy replied. "I can feel yours. She's only 
got a little bit of flesh in between an' that's stretched now like a pizza 
crust. Will you for God's sake get off in her so I can get at the redhead?" 

In the first bedroom, Charlie had paused in hts fucking of Karen at the 
sound of Nancy's scream. "What the hell was that?" he demanded. 

Karen wet her dry lips. "My-my friend," she said. "On the sofa in the other 
room. What-what are they doing to her?" 

"Buggering her ass," Charlie said indifferently, and returned to his 
wood-sawing. The respite had enabled Karen's sheath to exude enough moisture 
so that the fucking wasn't nearly as painful. The surprisingly stalwart 
prick in her cunt swooped in steady arcs, and the blonde girl was amazed to 
feel a quick-glowing ignition in her pussy. 

Charlie almost stopped fucking again, in his surprise when Karen's athletic 
buttocks swung clear of the bed as she surged up to meet his down-strokes. 
Karen whimpered and clawed at his arms with her nails as a fiery orgasm 
overwhelmed her. Charlie put himself on "hold" until the blonde's twitching 
had subsided. "You puttin' me on?" he said then. "A whore like you comin' 
off like that?" 

"I-couldn't-help-it," Karen said weakly, flexing her trembling thighs. "And 
I'm-not a whore." 

Charlie snorted and bent his back to the plow again. He was feeling so 
pleased with himself for having made Karen come that he spaced his 
fuck-strokes to prolong his own pleasure. His mood was expansive. It wasn't 
everyone who could make a whore come like that, was it? 

On the sofa Tubby set his knees and drove hard into Nancy, then pulled back 
before driving forward again. She screamed anew at both in-strokes, not as 
loud as the first time but still clearly signaling the torment in her riven 
anus. "God, you better b'lieve she's got a tight asshole!" Tubby gasped. 

In the second bedroom Ling, the Chinese, crowded up behind the doubled-up 
Elaine with an ivory-yellow erection preceding him. He separated her robust 
nude hind cheeks almost delicately, and Elaine almost cried out with relief 
when she felt the ivory-yellow prick probing her vagina rather than her 
anus. She was so wet from her previous misuse that the Chinese cock slid 
into her easily. 

Dave drove the Toronado up to the front door of Harry Scott's house and 
parked. The boat ride had returned a little late, and he decided against 
meeting Harry at the club. He got out of the car and was surprised to find 
the front door locked. He shook the door again to make sure, then shrugged 
and walked around the side of the house to the rear. When he walked into the 
kitchen, he stared in surprise at three men standing there along with Harry 
Scott, who was bare to the waistline. 

Then Dave saw all the money on the kitchen table. "Hi," he said. "Crap game? 
Maybe I'll borrow a few bucks from Nancy and get into-" 

He stopped when he saw the expression on Harry's face. He looked again at 
the men, two of them in oil-stained dungarees and the third, a big man, in 
T-shirt and dirty-looking slacks. "What the hell's goin' on here?" Dave said 
in a hard voice. 

Harry had rallied after his initial shock at the sight of Dave. "Throw him 
out, Moose," he said swiftly. "He's nothin' but a troublemaker." 

The big man started around the money-laden table just as a long, low moan 
was heard inside. Dave recognized Nancy's voice, and the hair on the back of 
his neck bristled. He recalled Harry's previous conversation about money, 
and his delicate probing about the girls. The whole nasty picture became 
clear in a flash. His hands came up, and he balanced himself on the balls of 
his feet. "You no-good, lousy, cocksuckin' sonofabitch," he spat at Harry, 
"I'm gonna change your pretty face for you." 

He didn't wait for the big man's advance. Dave met him halfway around the 
table behind a jolting right hand. Another right and a left followed, and 
the big man flew backward, the smashing blows knocking him into the 
refrigerator, which was jarred loose from its mounting. 

Moose sagged to the floor and rolled over with blood trickling from his 
mouth. Harry's expression changed; he had felt confident the big man, 
bouncer in a local saloon, would handle Dave. Fear showed on the handsome 
face. "Get him!" he cried to the other two men. "I'll pay you!" 

They moved between Dave and his path toward Harry, but cautiously. Dave 
charged them. His sledgehammer fists swung in short arcs as the hardened 
knuckles split flesh wherever they landed. The first dungareed man's jaw 
went lopsided as he bounced off the table, overturning it. 

Money fluttered to the floor. Dave hit the second man with a short, chopping 
punch that turned him sideways before he collapsed. 

He charged right past Harry Scott behind a searing left hook to the beltline 
that doubled Harry up and slid him to the kitchen floor, his face green. 
"I'll be back after you," Dave threw over his shoulder as he ran into the 
living room. 

He pulled up short at the sight of Tubby on the sofa fucking Nancy's rectum 
while Eddie held her down with his arms around her upper body and Eddie's 
prick in her cunt left her unable to move her lower body effectively. The 
sight of Nancy's agonized face, sweat streaming from it, lacerated Dave's 
emotions, usually not close to the surface. 

Dave sprinted to the sofa and hit the unsuspecting Tubby a backhanded slap 
that knocked him clear out of Nancy's asshole. She groaned aloud at the 
ripping pullout from her violated anus. She was in such pain she didn't even 
recognize Dave. "What the hell?" the startled Eddie exclaimed, looking up at 
Dave's furious face. 

Another backhanded slap knocked the shocked Tubby off the sofa onto the 
floor. Dave reached down and lifted Nancy up gently, plucking her from 
Eddie's stiff-standing penis. He laid her down at the other end of the sofa 
where she curled up into a fetal position, moaning softly. 

Dave pivoted back toward Eddie, but the nude youngster was no violet; he had 
already started a punch of his own toward Dave. The punch landed and drove 
Dave's head back. He landed his own punch, and Eddie was driven down into 
the depths of the sofa, which bounced him upright like a rubber ball. Dave 
stepped inside Eddie's attempted second punch and blasted him over the end 
of the sofa with a crunching hook. 

Muffled squealing sounded from the second bedroom. Dave shambled toward it 
in a bear-like walk that emphasized his shoulder-breadth. He walked in on 
Elaine with her head half buried in the pillow over which she was draped 
while the Chinese, Ling, pinched her lower buttocks cruelly while he screwed 
her from behind. 

The noise from the living room had given Ling a tenth of a second's warning, 
which he endeavored to turn to advantage. Dave saw the flash of a knife, and 
he struck the descending arm above the elbow. The arm went limp as the knife 
went flying, and Ling staggered away from Elaine with his yellow-ivory 
projection glistening. The Chinese stumbled and fell backwards. 

Dave looked at the purpling weal rising on Elaine's plump behind and the 
red-and-blue pinch marks as she writhed in pain, and his lips tightened. He 
took two quick strides toward Ling, reached down, grabbed the yellow balls, 
and squeezed. The Chinese screamed in a falsetto bleating sound as his 
erection shriveled instantaneously. Dave jammed a heel into his ribs and 
turned to enter the other bedroom. 

He was brought up short again by the sight of a white-faced Tubby in the 
living room, underwear clamped under his arm and one foot inside his 
trousers, which he was desperately trying to pull up to cover his 
semi-nudity. Dave ran across the room and delivered a tremendous kick to the 
hairy behind. Tubby hit the floor and skidded until he smashed into the 
wall. 

Pivoting, Dave ran for the second bedroom. He collided in the doorway with 
the gangling, long-necked Charlie, who also had his clothes under his arm. 
Dave looked inside the room and saw Karen prostrate on the bed, legs apart 
and pussy glistening, a bemused look on her face. Dave knew an 
after-orgasmic female expression when he saw it. Disdaining to hit the 
babbling Charlie, Dave flung him out of the doorway. The crane-like man did 
a staggering tap dance before he lost his balance and fell heavily. 

Dave went to the bed and glared down at Karen. Recognizing him, she turned 
pink and tried to cover herself with her hands. "It wasn't my f-fault!" she 
whimpered. "I didn't want to-" 

"Get somethin' on!" Dave blared at her. "Go an' help the others an' get them 
dressed!" 

He had only one thing on his mind, and that was in the kitchen. He found 
Harry Scott, sallow-faced, on hands and knees on the floor, scrabbling 
frantically trying to scoop up the loose bills that escaped his clutching 
hands. Harry changed color again at the sight of Dave. Desperately he tried 
to push the money on the floor in Dave's direction. "No!" he yelled as 
Dave's big hand sank into his arm and jerked him upright. "No, Dave, no! We 
were partners! We-" 

Dave pinned him against the wall, then straightened Harry's head up with a 
short upper-cut. Harry tried to break out of the corner he was in, but Dave 
hit him in the face with short-armed blows that didn't travel more than 
twelve inches, left-right, left-right. Harry was sliding floorward by the 
time of the third punch as Dave really leaned into them, and the handsome 
features disappeared in a wet red smear as Dave's crunching fists hammered 
him down. 

Dave drew a deep breath and looked around. 

Moose and the other two men had faded away. 

Dave kicked the loose bills on the floor viciously and went back into the 
living room. He ignored the pasty-faced Tubby and the popeyed Charlie who 
sidled by him. Eddie went past a minute later, still defiant. Dave went to 
the sofa where Karen and a shaky-looking Elaine were trying to get a limp 
Nancy into her underwear. "Just get a dress on her!" Dave rasped. "And on 
yourselves! We're gettin' out of here!" 

Three minutes later, as they went out the front door, whose lock Dave had 
forced by slamming his heel against it, the last sight Elaine saw in the 
house was the Chinese, Ling, crawling along the floor like a broken-winged 
yellow butterfly, dragging his trousers. 

Then Dave handed them into the Toronado one by one, got under the wheel, and 
drove away rapidly from the small house with the bougainvillea hedge and the 
shady wisteria trees. 

 CHAPTER IX 

Dave ministered to bruised and battered female psyches as well as bruised 
female bodies during the first twenty-four hours after he removed the girls 
from Harry Scott's house. At the motel to which he took them, Nancy, Karen, 
and Elaine took hot bath after hot bath, soaking in the steaming water, 
after which Dave expertly rubbed them down. They catnapped, since the taut 
state of their nerves militated against deep sleep, and bathed again. 
Emotionally they were at a low ebb. 

The second day there was improvement. Oddly, Karen showed the most 
resilience. Nancy still showed traces of the zombie-like aftermath of her 
experience, while Elaine's natural ebullience was much subdued. Karen 
responded friskily to Dave's warm-oil massages of her white-skinned body, 
while Elaine and Nancy remained passive under his skillfully therapeutic 
deep-massage treatments. 

The afternoon of the second day, Dave drove to the Scott house for the 
girls' clothing and luggage. The lock on the front door that Dave had 
smashed was boarded over, but he kicked his way inside, smashing another 
door panel in the process. There was no sign of Harry. Dave packed bags and 
carried dresses to the car. He saw an occasional curious face in neighboring 
windows, but no one came near him. 

The third morning, Dave returned from the motel coffee shop with a pitcher 
of coffee, cream, sugar, cups, and saucers on a tray. The girls had been 
avoiding the dining room; they didn't feel up to bath-between 
accommodations. 

Karen sat up cross-legged on her bed in her pajamas and accepted the cup of 
coffee Dave handed her. In the opposite bed Nancy and Elaine were still 
asleep, folded in each other's arms. The two plump-bodied girls seemed to 
derive sustenance from close contact with each other. Twice Dave had found 
them in the tub together. 

"You know, Dave," Karen said softly so she wouldn't disturb the sleepers, 
"the worst part was feeling so dirty, inside and out. I had the most awful 
feeling no man would ever want to touch me again if he knew what had 
happened. I was shamed to death that some of the things those men did to 
me-well, you know, turned me on. It was dreadful." 

"It's all over now," Dave said soothingly. "From now on when you get turned 
on it will be because you want to be." 

Karen's head bowed over her coffee cup as she took another sip. "Boy, when I 
think what a ninny I was about men," the blonde girl said musingly. 

"But I'd always been afraid of them." 

"And now in less than a week you've had more pricks in you than Catherine 
the Great," Dave teased. 

Karen giggled. She finished her coffee, and Dave took the empty cup from her 
and put it back on the tray. 

"Have you made up your mind if you like it?" Dave continued. 

"You know I do," Karen said warmly. "When it's-you know. Nice." She smiled. 
"When it's someone you know, and can relax with, and feel safe and cozy." 

Dave unbuttoned his shirt. "Let's see how cozy we can make you feel," he 
said. Karen watched interestedly as he stripped and approached her on the 
bed. 

He stood Karen up on the bed and snaked down her pajama trousers. He turned 
her around and kissed each shining-white smooth hind cheek briefly before he 
stretched out on the bed and placed the blonde girl astraddle his chest with 
her sleek rump above his face. He placed both hands on Karen's hips and 
pulled downward until the blonde's child-like, hairless pink slit was within 
reach of his mouth. 

Deliberately Dave tongued as much of Karen's sex furrow as he could reach. 
Karen sighed lengthily and rested her head on one of Dave's hairy thighs. 
Dave pulled her hips still closer and took her pussy into his mouth. He 
sucked and chewed on it gently, and Karen writhed languidly. "Dave?" she 
said softly when he paused once and came up for air. "Yes?" 

"I'm confused. Those men did almost nothing with us that you hadn't done. 
You hurt us, too, but it was different. Do you think with a girl it's the 
intent that counts?" 

"I know it is." 

"I guess you're right," Karen said dreamily. She raised her head as Dave's 
cock rose up stiffly and brushed her cheek. Karen took the stoutly shafted 
penis in her hand while she applied her warm mouth to the bulbous head and 
swirled her tongue around it. Dave resumed his mouth-massage of the pink 
sex-flesh poised above his face. 

He lifted Karen off his chest finally and put her on her back. He 
finger-frigged the twitching vaginal orifice until it was juicily wet before 
entering it with his hardened prong. 

Then he fucked the blonde for twelve minutes while she came twice. 

There was nothing frantic about it. 

It was just slow, and easy, and good. 

They emerged from the euphoria of a mutual come to find they had an 
audience. Elaine and Nancy were standing at the side of the bed, watching. 
"Naughty, naughty," Elaine said smilingly in mock reproof. 

"You know you just want some, too," Karen replied serenely. 

"You know, I believe you're right," Elaine answered. 

Karen sat up as much as she could with part of Dave's weight still pinning 
her. "You know we've been here almost a week and we've seen nothing of the 
Mardi Gras festivities?" she said. 

"And we should be leaving for home in a day or two," Nancy said. Dave was 
relieved to see that his aunt looked much more her natural self, although 
there were still dark circles under her eyes. "We do have jobs." 

"There's a way around that," Dave suggested. 

"How?" Karen demanded. 

"Call your principal an' tell him one of you has measles an' the doctor says 
none of you should be near children for another two weeks." 

There was a moment's silence before Karen giggled. "You call him, Elaine," 
she coaxed. "You're more convincing." 

Elaine glanced at. Nancy, who nodded slowly. Elaine picked up Dave's wrist 
and looked at his wristwatch. "I'll call in a couple of hours when he 
reaches his office. There's a time difference." 

Karen smiled down at Dave, who had rolled off her and was resting on his 
back. "In the meantime," she suggested to Nancy and Elaine, "why don't you 
take off your nighties and join us?" 

Elaine promptly pulled her nightgown off over her head. The redhead crawled 
into the bed on Dave's other side, her plump, warm curves comfortably close 
to his lean maleness. 

Nancy walked to the bureau and looked into its mirror. 

She studied intently the face looking back at her, the familiar face with 
the unfamiliar dark-circled eyes. 

She wasn't religious, but in the first few hours after her terrible 
experience at Harry's house her mind had toyed with the thought that it was 
a penance for her incestuous relationship with Dave. She knew better, of 
course. 

If the cavemen hadn't created life in the bodies of mothers and sisters 
after decimation of the tribe by plague and famine, how could the human race 
have survived? 

Taboos were made to be broken, especially in the nonconformist present day. 
Ideas were changing, morals were changing. The hedonistic philosophy of 
no-hurt, no-harm was abroad in the land. And a refreshing breath of 
naturalistic realism was sweeping away former sex barriers. 

Nancy Volmering took another long, penetrating look at the girl in the 
mirror. 

Then she deliberately stripped off her nightgown and went eagerly to join 
the nude, playful tangle on the bed. 


THE END
