BB-285  College Call Girls
by Sonny Lentz


FOREWORD 

Nymphomania relates to a woman who has an abnormal sexual hunger which takes 
precedence over her other interests. However, true nymphomania is 
characterized by an uncontrollable sexual desire needing to be fulfilled 
regardless of the consequences. 

Contrary to popular belief, the oversexed woman is not a nymphomaniac. As a 
sexual disorder, nymphomania is rare. 

The young woman in this encounter, Claire Rogers, is a highly sexed 
teen-ager. This is made evident as she becomes acquainted with the pleasures 
of a satisfactory sexual relationship. Her initial encounter involves an 
anxious experience during a sorority initiation. As she gradually discovers 
the exciting aspects of sex, Claire seeks more sexual adventures to sate her 
growing appetite. 

A man, after a sexual relationship and an orgasm, is usually satisfied. But 
sexually mature women are not satisfied with one orgasm. Most of them 
require several orgasms to achieve sexual satiation. 

People who do not understand this female sexual need are quick to label a 
sexually active woman a nymphomaniac. 

This book is about a normal young lady. Her seeming promiscuousness is 
really a sexual awakening. In today's society, the main character's normal 
attitude is corroborated by recent discoveries in psychological research. 

-THE PUBLISHER 


CHAPTER ONE 

Claire Rogers' body was covered with goose bumps. She and five other girls 
were invited to the 3 I's. It was the Iota, Iota, Iota sorority. The 
sorority was considered the elite on the campus. The students spoke in awe 
of this special group. 

There was even a lewd hint to the phallic symbols of their letters. 

There were three phases to joining. Invitation, interrogation, and 
initiation. She had passed the first stage. Claire found the second stage 
embarrassing. Her intended sisters had asked a lot of personal questions. 
Many were related to sex. Was she a virgin? Did she ever masturbate? Had she 
ever touched a cock? 

Claire blushed, her face turned a deep red when the girls questioned her. 
She didn't want to appear a complete provincial. No, she hadn't been fucked! 
Yes, she did take a guy's prick in her hand and jerked him off. Yes, a lot 
of guys frigged her cunt. They also sucked her lovely tits and one even went 
down on her. 

She lied to appear worldly, but many of the phrases the sorority girls used 
confused her. At eighteen, from a small Illinois town, Claire was still a 
novice when it came to sex. 

The Christmas recess at Denmar College was hell week for new' pledges. 
Claire wrote home to tell her folks she would not be home. She mentioned the 
prospects of being inducted into a very special sorority. 

Ruth Talbot, the president of the sorority gave her a malevolent grin. 

"Well, my dear, you've passed all the initial phases to join our exclusive 
group," she told Claire. "For the next few days, you will have to prove 
yourself worthy of being accepted. You must do everything asked of you 
without question or refusal. If you can do this, you will be one of us. Do 
yoy understand?" 

"Oh, yes! Madame President!" Claire answered in eager tones. "I will do 
anything to be one of the three I's!" 

"We shall see!" Ruth answered. There was an ominous overtone to her reply. 
Claire didn't hear it. Her anxiety to be accepted blocked it out. 

Ruth handed her a small cardboard box. "This is your costume for tonight. 
We're entertaining some fraternity brothers for supper. You will wear this 
while serving us. And no matter what happens, you must take any abuse anyone 
gives you." 

Claire opened the box to inspect her costume. Her eyes widened in shock at 
the revelation. The slight color in her face deepened to an embarrassed red. 

I can't wear something like this, she thought. It's ... it's 
humiliating.-It's ... obscene. And what kind of abuse will there be? Will 
they force her to ... to ... have sexual intercourse with the guests? Or was 
this just a kind of a bizarre joke being played? 

The costume was a pair of sheer panties with the entire crotch removed, A 
gossamer strip of material with two strings served as a bra. There was a 
small maid's cap in the box. The final item was a small lace apron that 
would just about cover her mid-riff. 

Ruth's eyes looked into hers, taunting her. "Well? Are you going to put it 
on or just stand there admiring it?" 

"Isn't ... isn't this a ... a ... little ... way out?" Claire stammered. 

"Not for a three I girl! Is it yes or no?" Ruth asked. 

Claire's conscience told her to forego this degrading exhibition. Her moral 
upbringing warned her to refuse any further involvement. She had written to 
her parents about joining this exclusive sorority. There were also the 
personal questions she answered. Her youthful pride won over the prudent 
reasons to decline. 

"I'll do it!" Claire declared in a determined voice. 

"Good!" Ruth replied. "Get into that outfit and come down for a final 
inspection." 

The sorority president walked out of the room, leaving Claire alone. Claire 
pulled the sweater over her head and unzipped her skirt. She looked up into 
the mirror over a dresser, gazing at her body. She wondered if what was 
happening was real. The unfastened bra exposed her full elongated tits. Her 
breasts were full, pointing downward. Almost conical in shape. Removing her 
pantyhose, she appeared in her full feminine glory. 

Her body tapered into a slim waist. The curved hips accentuated her enticing 
shape. Claire's legs were well-proportioned. Her flat stomach dipped into a 
hairy thatch that hid her virgin cunt. 

She seemed to hesitate, debating whether to go through with this wanton 
charade. Ruth Talbot came into the room, flinging the door open. 

"Christ! Aren't you dressed yet? Our guests are here. Come on! No time to 
put the costume on. You'll just have to serve bare-assed! That's the penalty 
you have to pay for being so slow!" 

Ruth's command shocked Claire. "But ... but ... I can't go down there 
naked!" Claire protested weakly. 

Ruth's eyes were threatening slits. "Can't? Can't? Or won't? It doesn't make 
any difference. Either you get your ass downstairs now and start serving or 
you can get the hell out." 

The tone of Ruth's voice made Claire shiver. She closed her eyes to steel 
herself. Taking a deep breath, Claire resolved to go through with the 
indignities. 

"I'm going, I'm going!" she answered. 

Ruth gave her a lewd grin. "That's better!" she told Claire. "Obedience is 
the first rule." 

As Claire went by, Ruth slapped her on the ass. It stung for a brief moment 
but Claire kept on going. 

The college girl descended the stairs in a hurry. Better to get this over 
with as soon as possible, she told herself. I have to concentrate on 
something else so it won't bother me. Pausing for a brief moment at the 
bottom of the stairs, she took a deep breath. 

Well, here goes nothing, she told herself! The thought struck her funny. She 
had nothing on. 

Claire was unprepared for the scene in the dining room. The five other 
pledges were wearing the abbreviated costume. There were a half a dozen of 
the regular sorority sisters and six fellows. The pledges were walking 
around with trays of appetizers or preparing the dinner table. 

"Well, what have we here!" one of the boys announced. Everyone's gaze turned 
to Claire. The hot flush of a blush covered her face, neck, and tits. 

Al Donaldson, the full back for the school's football team, made the 
announcement. He approached Claire as she stood anchored to the spot. Her 
heart was beating with triphammer fury. Panic clutched her stomach, 
threatening to turn it upside down. 

A silent plea was sent heavenward. Please don't let him touch me! Don't let 
him touch my breasts or my crotch. Just let him tease me a little! 

Al paused in front of her. His eyes fastened on her twin elongated tits. 
Like twin mounds of vanilla ice cream tipped with cherries. Claire averted 
her eyes by staring at a spot on the wall beyond him. A slight tremor 
rattled along her spine. Oh, my gosh! she thought, I can almost feel his 
eyes fondling my breasts. I wish he would stop staring at me. 

His eyes focused on the triangular patch nestled in the hollow of her thighs 
before walking around Claire and staring at her back. She stood still in 
apprehensive expectation. A trickle of perspiration made a slow descent 
along her spine. Her body shook a little to alleviate the disturbing effect 
of the bead of perspiration. Claire's ass wriggled in a slight shake. 

"What a lovely ass!" Al exclaimed. 

His palm caressed the soft, full, rounded curve of a buttock. 

"Hurrrr!" Claire gasped a soft cry of shock No one ever touched her bare ass 
before. Please no more, she pleaded with him in silent supplication. 

She felt the football player's tactile exploration continue, touching both 
cheeks of her ass. A curious finger wandered along the crack in her ass. 

Without warning, the finger was jabbed into her asshole. At the same moment, 
a flash went off. 

The flash startled Claire. Her mind was more on recovering some of her 
dignity and virtue. She pulled away from the finger in her ass. Turning 
around she slapped Al in the face. He broke into loud laughter. 

Claire started to shake in emotional frustration. She began to cry. "You're 
all nothing but a bunch of filthy perverts!" she denounced them. Her loud 
outburst was punctuated with heavy sobs. 

Ruth Talbot came over to her. Ruth's face was twisted in vicious wrath. She 
waved a picture in front of Claire's face. "You see that, you bitch! That's 
a picture of you having your ass frigged. We're going to make copies and 
plaster the campus with it. Your family is also going to get a copy. And 
we're going to throw your ass out of our sorority! That's what you get for 
being uncooperative!" 

Claire's eyes widened in shocked dismay at the picture. "No! You ... you 
wouldn't ... you couldn't do a thing like that to me!" Her voice quivered 
with apprehensive concern. 

"You better believe it!" Ruth growled in averse scorn. 

"No! Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it! Please! I'll do anything you want! 
You can do anything you want to me! Only please don't humiliate me by 
showing that picture to everyone!" Claire begged. 

"I think that's fair, Ruth!" Al interceded. "After all, I was the injured 
party. You can decide what kind of penance you want to add to her 
initiation. All I want is a chance to get first crack at her crack." He 
laughed. "And I'm not particular which one!" 

Ruth drew Al aside and whispered something into his ear. Claire tried to 
hear what was being said but Ruth held a hand across her mouth. Al nodded. 
Claire wondered what they were saying about her. 

"Okay!" Al agreed. "I'll leave the punishment in your hands. But how about 
taking off that bush? I bet she has a cute cunt underneath all that hair!" 

Ruth looked at one of the sorority sisters. She gave a brief nod and the 
sister disappeared. Within minutes, the sorority sister appeared with a 
basin filled with water, a wash cloth, soap, and a razor. 

"Lay down on the floor!" Ruth ordered. 

Claire obeyed the order. She knew what was going to happen but was powerless 
to prevent it. She remonstrated with herself. Her ego and naivety was the 
cause of her predicament. Her only hope was that the situation would not 
worsen. She suffered enough humiliation as punishment for ignoring her 
conscience. 

Everyone crowded in a circle about her supine body. Al dipped the washcloth 
into the basin and rubbed the soapy cloth against her pubic hair. In spite 
of her embarrassment, Claire felt a tingle in her cunt. The rough, wet cloth 
scraped over her clitoris. 

An electric spark released an erotic tingle which passed from the tip of her 
clitoris into her cunny. The inside of her twat was damp with erogenous 
sweat. Claire tried to concentrate on combating the lascivious feeling 
growing inside of her quim. She was determined not to submit to carnal 
desires. 

It took a lot of self-control. Al rubbed the soap into her bush for some 
time. The entire shave took almost fifteen minutes. Claire tried to ignore 
the obscene remarks. 

She was allowed to stand up. Ruth produced a plastic plug. It was about four 
inches long and an inch in circumference. 

"Here!" she said, thrusting it at Claire. "Shove this up your ass. You're to 
keep it there all the time. The only time you can take it out is to shit! No 
one will touch you anymore tonight! But that plug damn well better be up 
your ass or else! Now, start serving supper!" 

Claire took the plug, held it in her hand, and hesitated. Ruth glared at 
her. Claire caught the threatening look. Claire took a deep breath, letting 
out a sigh of resignation. She moved the plug to her rear. After several 
feeble attempts, she inserted the plug. 

It scraped past the rubbery lips of her asshole. She managed to get most of 
the plug into the anal canal. Claire was a little afraid of putting it 
completely up her ass. When she was finished, she noticed all the faces 
surrounding her had lewd grins. 

Claire ignored them and went about the job of helping to serve the meal. The 
plastic plug in her ass was a bit uncomfortable. As the evening wore on, she 
became acclimated to the unpleasant impaction. When the meal was over, the 
pledges cleared the table and cleaned up. Claire was the only one ordered to 
bed. Ruth delivered an admonition to make sure the plug remained in her ass. 

As she prepared for bed, Claire examined Al's handiwork in the mirror's 
reflection. She was fascinated by her newly shaved pudenda. The outer lips 
of her snatch were puffy mounds with the depression more pronounced. It 
reminded her of a miniature ass. Or better still, a parker house roll. 

Claire dropped her hands to the salacious slit between her thighs. Her 
curiosity was piqued. Ir. the past, she hadn't been interested in her pussy. 
The removal of her cunt's hirsute adornment attracted her attention. 

Moving closer to the mirror, she parted the labial curtain. She saw 
glistening folds of reddish-pink flesh hidden behind the outer lips. The 
examination of her cunt excited her. Her breathing rhythm increased. Her 
fingers pushed back the fleshy cowl at the head of her venereal gash. There 
it was! Her clitoris! 

Claire stared in aroused wonderment at the erogenous node that glistened 
back at her. The clitoris was an irregular pea-shaped button slick with 
moisture. 

She moved her finger over the button to simulate the massage Al had given 
her while preparing her cunt for shaving. As soon as she touched her clitty, 
the erogenous spark of erotic pleasure glowed. Claire rubbed her finger back 
and forth in hurried strokes. The faster she rubbed, the more intense the 
glow became. 

Her tits jiggled as her arm pistoned up and down. A dark flush colored her 
face, a result of her own lascivious excitement. Inside her cunt, Claire 
felt a voluptuous bubble growing. The elasticity of her twat increased her 
lustful intoxication. She rubbed her clitty harder and faster. A giant rush 
of feeling exploded and sensuous rapture flooded her entire being. At the 
same time, a sluice gate opened and poured a copious flow of come into her 
vagina. 

She was breathing with heavy gasps, caused by the aftershock of her first 
orgasm. 

When it was over, guilt tinged her conscience. She had masturbated and found 
the act a satisfactory thrilling outlet for erotic pleasure. Moving towards 
the bed, she became conscious again of the plug in her asshole Claire 
speculated on why she was forced to keep it in her ass. 

In bed, despite the strange excitement that engulfed her. a gradual 
drowsiness came over her. Claire fell asleep and began to dream. 

All the girls at the dinner, including Ruth, were naked. It was a kind of 
beauty contest with the boys acting as judges. Claire won. 

Claire ordered the boys to strip. It was her turn to choose. All of their 
cocks were hard and stiff. None of the hard-ons seemed adequate for her 
consideration except for Al Donaldson. She found a tape measure and measured 
his prick. Nine inches! And two inches in circumference! 

It was a weapon worthy of any woman's pussy. Long, thick, and hard with 
pink-red skin that reminded her of a fiery poker. She once saw a movie where 
an Englishman stuck a hot poker into a mug of rum. It sizzled and steamed 
upon immersion. Claire envisioned his hot cock dipped into her venereal 
tankard. And her love juices extinguishing the heat in his fleshy poker! 

When her fingers touched Al's dick during the measuring, Claire's touch 
transmitted the heat from his cock to her quim. The sweat on her vaginal 
walls was bubbling. 

"Please, let me fuck that lovely cunt of yours!" he pleaded. "I'll do 
anything you want." 

A smile played on her lips. "No! First you must eat my pussy! And don't 
forget to lick my ass!" 

He dropped to his knees and pressed his mouth over her hairless coosy. She 
closed her eyes to enjoy the delectable feeling of his moist tongue licking 
her twat. His oral brush played over the puffy shaven lips of her cunt. The 
touch of his tongue on the bare skin sent ecstatic shivers escalating along 
her spine. 

Claire groaned as Al's tongue probed into the cuntal cleft. "Ahhrrmmmm!" The 
blade of his tongue pressed into the inner lips of her moist twat. She 
reached down and pushed his face deeper into her crotch. 

His oral cock flickered in short quick strokes. Unable to probe too far into 
her twat, he shifted the attack. His sensuous tongue moved up and down in 
strong licks. It passed over her clitoris. An ecstatic sigh blew from her 
lips. "Ohhhh!" He fastened his mouth over the erogenous node. An 
incandescent flash burst inside her quim. 

As' his lips and tongue tantalized her clitty, Claire's throat rumbled with 
repeated moans. 

"Arrrrmmm! Ohhhmmmm! That feels so good! Suck my clitty good! Mama's gonna 
come soon. She's going to give you lots of lovely love juice to make you 
feel good all over!" she groaned in blissful anguish. 

Al s erotic mouthing of her clitty brought back memories of her masturbating 
session. This time, it was better. His technique induced a greater erotic 
sensation. Claire's quim was swelling from the erogenous provocation. With a 
violent explosion, the swelling burst. The ensuing orgasm poured a 
torrential flow of come into her cunt. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she announced in an excited gasp. "Catch it, catch 
it! Drink every drop!" she urged. 

His mouth fused over her dripping gash. The force of his suction drained the 
viscous fluid from her effusive snatch. The drain of her come made room for 
the tremendous surge of carnal ecstasy replacing it. 

Al shifted to her ass. His damp chin, wet with her come and his saliva 
trailed along her buttocks. She felt his tongue gliding in her crack. The 
tip of his tongue jabbed at her puckered asshole. Only, it didn't feel like 
a tongue! It felt more like a small cock. Or, some kind of phallus! The 
object continued to frig her hole. 

"Wake up! You miserable bitch!" Ruth's loud voice interrupted Claire's 
beautiful dream. "Stop playing with yourself! You'll have plenty of time 
tonight to show off what kind of a lay you are!" 

Claire stirred awake. She realized that the probing in her ass was Ruth 
frigging her with the plug. The dampness in her cunt was induced by a hand 
still resting on it. 

"Get your ass downstairs for breakfast. After that, you've got work to do!" 
Ruth ordered. 

Claire and the five other pledges had to remain nude during their 
initiation. They were kept busy cleaning the house and other menial chores. 
During the day, a forced silence was imposed upon them. Once, during an 
unguarded moment, one of the pledges whispered to Claire, "Look out! They're 
out to get you tonight!" 

The warning frightened Claire. She started to ask the other girl questions, 
but a sorority sister passed by and the opportunity passed. For the rest of 
the day, Claire worried about the initiation scheduled that night. 

At eight o'clock, a number of the members went into the basement of their 
house. Two sisters remained with Claire while the final preparations were 
made. 

Claire trembled a little in anticipation of what they would do to her. Her 
palms were sweating. Her pulse and respiration increased, triggered by the 
fear that gripped her. She was tempted to get dressed and run away. There 
was the damaging photo they had of her! The summons came to bring the first 
initiate to the chambers. Claire's knees buckled a little as she was 
escorted in. 

In the basement, serving as a meeting room, was a small altar. Over the 
altar was a spotlight. The rest of the room was in darkness. Claire caught a 
glimpse of a huge poster on the wall behind the altar. It was the insignia 
of the sorority. The three Greek I's! Only the letters were designed like 
three huge cocks. The circles imposed over the I's resembled cunts. 

Ruth was in charge of the ritual. She went through the preliminaries of 
charging the initiate with the duties incumbent upon her as a member. Claire 
was questioned about her willingness to obey them. Also, her willingness to 
submit to the initiation. When Claire agreed to the final question, Ruth 
declared, "Let the initiation begin!" 

Claire was seized and draped over the altar. Her feet remained on the floor. 
Her body was bent over the bed of the altar. They bound her arms down to 
keep her from getting up. Ruth stepped in front of the altar. 

She was nude Strapped over her waist was a dildo. Claire stared at the 
large, thick, fake cock that protruded from between Ruth's thighs. 
Realization of why she was forced to keep a plug in her ass came to her. 

"Oh, no! Not my ass!" Claire cried out. "You'll rip it open! It's too big!" 
Her anguished plea filled the room. 

Claire thought herself incapable of swearing obscenely. Yet, a series of 
obscenities flowed through her in silent swearing. You dirty lesbian. If you 
fuck me with that, I'll tear your fuckin cunt out! I'll get all you bitchy 
dykes for doing this to me! You won't be able to piss straight when I get 
through with you. 

Ruth came closer to her to exhibit the awesome dildo. Grinning malevolently, 
she cooed, "Don't worry, bitch! Your ass can take it! After we finish with 
you, you'll be begging us for more!" 

She stepped behind Claire. The plug was removed from her asshole. A finger 
was inserted into her rectum. The finger was coated with some kind of thick 
lubricant. It frigged her hole for a minute or so. 

Claire strained at her bonds without success. She wriggled her ass in a 
futile attempt to avoid eventual penetration of her virgin hole. Hands 
gripped her waist, holding her steady. The tip of the phallus touched the 
tight sphincter. A slow steady pressure was exerted. She felt the elastic 
lips of her asshole part in grudging surrender. 

The invader of her ass was making a gradual incursion. First, the tip of the 
cock penetrated the crinkled orifice. Her mouth opened in a silent outcry as 
the rest of the shaft became imbedded in her anal sheath. 

"Stop, stop!" she exclaimed in desperate panic. "Take it out, take it out! I 
have to move my bowels!" 

"Don't worry, honey! Once I start fucking your ass, the sensation will 
pass!" Al's voice assured her. 

The voice behind her brought the startling realization that the football 
player was fucking her ass, not Ruth! Her performance was just window 
dressing! 

His hands were gripping Claire's hips. He pressed his prick deeper into her 
rectum. She felt his pubic hairs scraping the rounded curves of her 
buttocks. The feeling of voiding her bowels passed. All Claire felt was a 
thick impaction in her anal canal. 

This was her first experience with a cock inside of her. Claire never 
dreamed her virginity would end this way. She was becoming accustomed to the 
contact. Her chagrin at this violation was slowly dissolving. 

The comparison in her fantasy came to mind. A hot poker being immersed into 
a tankard of rum! His prick was hot! Through the thick lubricant lining her 
rectal sheath, Claire detected heat emanating from his dick. She was also 
surprised at her ability to accommodate his cock in her hole. He remained 
stationary, letting her get used to the impaction. His prick was a little 
uncomfortable. However, the imbedded cock didn't distress her too much. 

Al's cock slid out in a partial withdrawal. Claire thought he was going to 
take it out. She was hoping it was the extent of his violation of her ass. 
Instead, the fleshy tube returned to its original resting place. 

The action was repeated. A slow outward movement and then the return. She 
realized it was a deliberate coital exercise. In and out, back and forth in 
a measured tempo. As it continued, Claire discovered the penile thrusts were 
exciting her a little. This was her first fuck. She found the contact 
offering a mildly pleasant gratification. 

All the comments she heard or read about concerning the male sex organ 
seemed to be true. There was something to say about a good stiff cock 
fucking away! It was alive and vibrant. Claire detected his cock's special 
pulse beat. An erogenous tempo that blended with the one stirring within her 
loins. She found herself succumbing to a lascivious excitement unknown to 
her before. 

She squirmed her hips. The action grounded the confined tube of her anal 
sheath around Al's cock. Her movements caused him to accelerate his 
shuttling prick. He increased the cadence. Claire moved in tandem with his 
penile thrusts, rocking her hips back and forth. 

Claire's opinion of sexual contact underwent a radical change. In spite of 
the arguments against pre-marital sex, she became a convert in favor of it. 
Forced into this situation, she enjoyed being fucked. She wished she had 
discovered the joys of fucking earlier. 

The soft murmur of pleasure that escaped from her lips was an accidental 
slip. "Mmmmm!" She didn't want to give them the satisfaction of knowing she 
was enjoying the lovely cock stuck in her bun. Claire couldn't help herself. 
His pistoning cock evoked carnal bliss. He was ramming his cock in and out 
in frenzied urgency. 

She heard his increased breathing from the effort. Any moment, he would 
come! Claire's mind dwelled on the sensation of his come shooting into her 
rectum. Al's cock made the final plunge. He buried it deep in the confines 
of tight rectal sheath. His pelvis bumped into her buttocks and curved 
around it. Claire felt the strong contractions pulsating in his cock. 

She felt his hot jism spurting in strong glutinous bursts onto the walls of 
her asshole. A salacious curiosity aroused her interest. What did that 
lovely come look like? If it could thrill her this way, pumping into her 
ass, how much more thrilling would it be in her cunt? Another wild perverse 
thought struck her. The girls had mentioned cocksucking during her 
interrogation. Would she enjoy having his come filling her mouth? 

This experience made her eager to have more contact with a dick. To see and 
touch it and satisfy the licentious desire enveloping her. 

Al rested his head on her back as his orgasmic strength ebbed out of his 
prick. Her sensitive anal muscles detected the rigidity of his cock 
shrinking into a soft mass. 

He pulled his cock out. Patting her on the ass, he announced, "Good piece of 
ass! I'd love to fuck your cherry!" 

Claire was elated by his compliment. His wish to get her cherry excited her. 
She was certain being fucked in the cunt was the ultimate. Her eyes focused 
on the sorority's insignia. The triple phalli seemed to blend into one giant 
thick cock before her eyes. One tremendous hard-on that could run up a 
woman's snatch and reach her tonsils. A gigantic cornucopia of fulfilling 
every erotic desire a woman could want. 

She was so engrossed in her reverie that she was unaware of the new 
preparations. A pair of tight rubber panties were pulled up over her hips 
Claire tried to fathom their application. 

WHACKK! A wooden paddle cracked against her encased buttocks. "YOWWCH!" 
Claire cried out. She felt the burning sting spreading across her buttocks. 
The addition of the rubber panties intensified the pain. Her ass felt like 
someone placed a blowtorch against it. 

WHACKK! The wooden paddle struck bar ass cheeks again. The sounds of the 
blows tided the room. "YOWWCH!" her cry of anguished pain sounded again. 

Her hips jerked, convulsing her body. She pulled at her restraints to get 
free. WHACKK! WHACKK! The blows were delivered in regular measured strokes. 
Claire did a wild jig as the punishing smacks were administered to her 
unprotected ass. 

The excruciating pain from the paddling made her scream. She began to cry. 
Heavy sobs shook her body. The paddles continued their punishing tattoo on 
her ass. Her entire body was twisted from the agonizing conflagration 
consuming her buttocks. She writhed in pain. Claire thought she could feel 
the violent heat from her battered ass radiating up to her shoulders. She 
didn't think she could take any more. 

"No more! Oh, please no more!" she pleaded. Her voice rose in an anguished 
hysterical outcry. "I can't rake it! Please, have mercy! Please, do anything 
you want hut no more, no more!" 

Clair ; felt the heat of the spanking penetrating the walls of her snatch. 
She didn't think this torture, anguish could affect her so. the paddling 
continued! WHACKK! WHACKK! The pain was so intense, she thought she would 
faint. 

The stillness of the room was punctuated with the sound of the paddles 
striking her ass and her voice. Between screams of pain, Claire's tearful 
sobs mixed with pleas to stop. The paddling stopped with the same suddenness 
it began. 

Two pairs of hands pulled the rubber panties off. The rough removal added to 
Claire's pain. She rested her head on the altar. Tearful sobs continued to 
shake her body. Someone was applying an emollient over her fiery red skin. 
The initial touch sent additional lances of pain shooting through her abused 
asscheeks. She was thankful for the temporary relief the unguent offered. 

Her wrist restraints were loosened. Claire had difficulty standing up. Two 
of the girls supported her. Someone shoved a glass in her hand. It was 
pushed towards her lips. Claire sipped at the contents and started to choke. 
She was unprepared for the sharp burning taste of brandy. The warmth of the 
alcohol filled her throat and stomach. In a small way, it counteracted the 
heat of the paddling. 

Ruth Talbot was speaking to her. Claire listened in a daze. The initiation 
had taken an emotional toll. She didn't think she could absorb any further 
punishment. 

"The council has decided to impose two more obligations upon you. If you 
fulfill them, you will be one of us," Ruth told Claire. 

Ruth nodded to the two girls supporting Claire. "Prepare her for the next 
ordeal!" she ordered. 

Claire, was placed lengthwise on th?; altar. Earlier, she had been fastened 
across its width. She was supine, her ankles and wrists fastened to the 
altra. In spite of the relief from the emollient, her ass was painfully 
tender. Lying on her back didn't help to alleviate it. 

Al Donaldson approached the altar again. He moved towards her head. His hand 
held his prick at the base of the shaft. Claire could see his cock. He had a 
partial hard-on. She gazed at the fleshy tube with its foreskin cowl 
covering the cock head. 

His prick was a fleshy cobra weaving in a sinuous hypnotic sway. Fascination 
held her attention on the devastating cock in his hand Claire watched his 
erection growing firmer. The foreskin pulled back, revealing the bullet 
nosed crown of his dick. She figured his prick to be about seven inches 
long. Not as lar ge as the one .she measured in her dream. Nevertheless, it 
was a dick equal to the task. 

As she continued to stare at Al's cock, her fantasy took flight. The 
pinkish-red flesh of his rigid rod reminded her of a cherry ice stick. 
Claire recalled how her mouth would envelope the icy concoction. She had a 
strong urge to have him put it in her mouth. Her lips parted to form a small 
'O'. 

Al grinned in lewd amusement. It was though he read her mind. "You'll love 
this better in your cunt!" he told her. 

No, no! she wanted to cry out. Let me suck on that luscious ice stick. Put 
it in my mouth. 

He moved inside her splayed legs. Claire looked down as he prepared to 
remove the last vestiges of her virginity. Al smeared the throat of her cunt 
with a lubricant and added the excess to his cock. She watched as his fleshy 
sword touched the mouth of her venereal scabbard. 

"Don't worry!" he said, "I won't knock you up! Just relax and enjoy 
yourself!" 

Claire closed her eyes. The others might think she did it to shut out the 
mortification of the act. But Claire was anticipating a rapturous 
exhilaration! She wanted to enjoy every moment of it. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Al's cockhead hid between the puffy labial covers of her snatch. The contact 
of his prick touching her cunt sent a lascivious tremor rumbling through her 
frame. She braced herself for the painful hymeneal demolition. 

His cock reached the tissue membrane guarding the entrance to her vagina. 
She was thankful he was gentle. He didn't batter down her virginal door. 
Instead, he maintained a firm steady push. In spite of the heavy 
lubrication, Claire felt the pressure on her hymen. With a sudden thrust, 
Al's cock ripped through. Claire winced a little at the sharp pain. 

The sharp pain didn't last long. It was replaced with a dull aching throb. 
She ignored it, concentrating on the lustful intoxication overcoming her. 
With the aid of the lubrication, Al's cock moved into her cunt without any 
effort. He remained imbedded in her twat, savoring the thrill of a tight 
snatch. 

Claire thrilled at the sensuous tight fit. Her cunt was a casing stuffed 
with his cock like a sausage. His cock had a tighter fit in her cunt than in 
her ass. She liked that. It added more sensation, increasing the exquisite 
rapture of their erogenous connection. 

Al began the coital strokes. First, slow to prolong the fuck as well as 
consideration for Claire. Besides, her pussy held a tight grip on his prick. 
There was friction in spite of the lubrication. She felt the hard fleshy 
pole rising and descending in slow cadence. The pressure of his penile 
movements elicited new carnal thrills. 

Her throat was dry. The saliva had drained off and the moisture seemed to 
materialize in her sweating quim. Her filled cunt was slick with glandular 
juices. She felt her body consumed with heat. Not from the ass beating but 
from a fever. A fever induced by the lascivious lust created by Al's 
thrusting prick. She was aware of a pulsating pounding in her head. 

Claire's conscience broke through her licentious thoughts. It berated her 
for acting in such a wanton manner. With dramatic improvisation, she assumed 
the role of a woman being raped. In spite of that, she was conscious of 
every detail of reality. There was no need to fake the presence of a lovely 
cock in her cunt. Or the sensual bliss the contact was inducing! 

She wanted to maintain some semblance of propriety. Although being fucked in 
front of other people did not lend dignity to the occasion. Her rationale 
was to keep her responses silent and hidden while inwardly enjoying Al's 
tantalizing prick. 

Claire forced herself to keep sounds of ecstatic approval pent up. Instead, 
silent comments of carnal appreciation flashed across her mind. 

Mmmm! That's nice! I dig that cock of yours, Ali Use it, honey! Keep fucking 
me, baby! None of that slow stuff! Start socking it to me, baby! Let me feel 
that prick of yours jamming it all the way! Reach my tonsils, and spray it 
with your lovely come. 

Her mind tried to transmit her silent message to him. She was skeptical of 
mental telepathy. Claire's message reached Al. So she thought as he 
increased the tempo of his coital thrusts. His rockhard shaft reached down 
into her venereal tunnel. He shuttled his cock in and out with rapid 
thrusts. 

His prick scraped against the pulsating walls of her vagina. She savored the 
subtle sensuality of his pumping prong. The forceful bump of his pelvis 
pounded into the vee of her crotch. Deep in her saturated quim, she felt the 
violent stabs of his cock. 

Claire couldn't contain herself any longer. His driving dick was provoking 
untold sensual rapture. With immoral abandon, she matched his fucking 
movements. Her bound limbs limited her movements. She managed to buck her 
hips in frenzied coital thrusts. 

Her ass bounced against the altar. She ignored the pain of the contact. All 
that mattered was the gratification of the lascivious turbulence brewing 
into a storm within her erogenous hole. She breathed deeply in ecstatic 
exhilaration. Moans of voluptuous rapture vibrated in her throat. "Ohhmmm! 
Ohhmmm!" 

The carnal exhilaration that pervaded Claire made her lose all sense of 
decorum. A perverse immoral personality took possession of her. 

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she demanded, her voice urgent and husky. "Harder, 
harder! Faster, faster!" she ordered. "Oh, give me that wonderful cock of 
yours! Make me come! Make me come! That's the way! Oh, oh! I'm going to 
come!" 

Deep within her vagina, the violent paroxysms of an orgasm seized her. "OH! 
OH!" she exclaimed in frantic urgency, "I'm coming, I'm COMMMMINGGGGG! 
AHHRRGRRRR!" 

Her last outburst was a shout of anguished exultation. A shout of erotic 
fervor that was vocal evidence of the exquisite rapture she experienced. 

She expected Al to have his climax at about the same time. Claire didn't 
anticipate his next move. He made a quick withdrawal. She watched as he 
curled his fingers about his cock reddened with her virginal blood. His hand 
pumped in rapid strokes. He pumped his hips as he fucked his fist. 

Her eyes widened in fascination as the globs of milky come spurted out. The 
warm sticky come skidded across her stomach A trail of Al's jism dropped 
along her stomach up to her chest. One stray glob struck her on a tit. 

The contact of his love juice on her body sent a tingle of erotic pleasure 
dancing along her spine. It didn't compare to the discharge he delivered 
inside her ass. His come on her body was more erotically intoxicating. 

The warm glutinous substance on her stomach cooled off. It was sticky and 
uncomfortable now. Claire became aware of another sticky and uncomfortable 
feeling. It was between her thighs. Her broken cherry was bleeding and the 
warm blood trickling down her thighs panicked her. 

The sorority sisters were considerate enough to take care of that problem. A 
warm pan of water appeared. One of the sisters evidenced some gentleness by 
washing Claire's quim with soft caresses. An application of Vaseline was 
made to the tender broken flesh. The sticky come was also washed off. 

The bonds were unfastened. Ruth Talbot appeared. "You will be allowed two 
days of rest," she told Claire. "After that, you will be given the final 
test! Pass that and you will be one of us!" 

Claire was helped up to the bedroom. She doubted any test imposed upon her 
now could be more trying than that evening. The sisters helping her to bed 
were very solicitous. One of them gave Claire a small tablet. 

Claire smiled her thanks. "What's this? Aspirin or a pain killer?" she 
asked. 

"Neither!" was the reply. "It's the pill! From now you'll have to take it. 
We don't want any of our members getting knocked up. Good night, honey, 
sleep tight!" 

Claire understood why Al didn't shoot his load into her cunt. That's all she 
needed! To get knocked up although abortions were easy to get! But who 
needed the hassle! It was just as well things turned out this way! She 
wondered what the final test would be! Her thoughts returned to her 
initiation. 

Drifting off to sleep, Claire's thoughts were filled with Al's spewing cock. 
She marvelled at the sight of his creamy come dropping on her stomach. It 
reminded her of a whipped cream topping on a sundae. She wished she had a 
chance to lick it up. Bet it tasted just as good! 

On awaking the next morning, Claire found the sisters friendlier. Except for 
Ruth Talbot, the other were concerned about her. A hot bath was suggested to 
alleviate the pain in her ass and cunt. Another sister applied more 
emollient to her bruised buttocks. Clare received another pill. She greeted 
the other pledges who appeared as abused as she was. Claire caught a glance 
at one naked rump that was bright red. It was small consolation having 
someone else equally treated. 

On the second day which was Christmas Eve, Claire was summoned to the ritual 
chamber. 

Claire had a growing dislike for Ruth Talbot. Ruth appeared pompous and 
overbearing. In addition, she had a mean, vicious streak. Claire speculated 
on whether Ruth underwent the same kind of initiation she had. 

Claire was informed of the final test. She was handed an empty purse except 
for personal items. Lipstick, comb, handkerchief, identification! No money! 
The last phase of her initiation was to go out and find a man who would pay 
at least ten dollars to fuck her. A motel room had been arranged for her. 
Claire was given the key. She had to bring the man back to the room where 
another sister could witness proof of the act. 

Claire was horrified at the thought. One of the sisters offered the fact, 
"we all did it. So can you!" 

The day was cloudy and raw. Snow was promised for a white Christmas. Claire 
dressed warmly and they took her out to a roadside tavern. 

She stood outside the tavern, hesitant. Late dusk darkened the sky. 
Shivering, Claire decided to go in where it would be warmer. Those damn 
bitches, she swore to herself. They didn't even leave me money to buy a 
drink. I could be picked up for vagrancy! Or thrown out of this place! 

Inside the bar, Claire detected a damp warmth. It reminded her of the moist 
heat she experienced r during fucking. A haze of heavy tobacco smoke 
permeated the room. She looked around the bar, searching for a sympathetic 
face. Someone who would be willing to pay her for a piece of ass. 

Her search caught one man, about forty, staring at her. Too old and cruel 
looking! She spotted a contemporary. He was about twenty or so with a 
leather jacket. Claire caught his profile as he drank a beer. Here was 
someone she could identify with and who might help her. 

Hurrying to him, she tapped him on the arm. "Pardon me!" she began. He 
swiveled around on the bar stool. He had long dark wavy hair and grey eyes. 
His large square face broke into a grin. 

"Any time, baby! It's Christmas Eve! Can I buy you a drink?" he invited. 

At least, he's friendly, she thought. He's young and able to have sex. The 
reference to sex caused her to glance at his crotch. 

He pushed a hand into his pocket, shoving it against his genitals. "If you 
guess what I have in my hand, you can have it for nothing." He laughed. 

Claire's face reddened. "I'm ... ; I'm sorry. I ... I didn't mean to stare," 
she stammered. "I'm ... I'm ... in trouble and I need your help!" 

The grin disappeared. He blew a cloud of smoke at her. His eyes narrowed in 
suspicion. "What kind of trouble? And how come you picked me to be your 
knight in shining armor?" 

The words rumbled from her lips in rapid short phrases. Claire told him 
about joining the sorority and her initiation. She left out most of the 
details. Only the important fact about getting someone to fuck her at the 
motel and pay for it. She explained why she picked him. 

His lips split into a grin again. "Hey! No sweat! Your problems are solved. 
That's a raunchy bunch of broads you hang out with! I'll spring for a ten 
spot to ball you. I might even give you more. What's your name?" 

Claire felt a great weight lifted from her. The first obstacle was behind 
her. Her spirits soared. She found herself eager to complete the initiation 
with this fellow. She could enjoy balling with someone without being 
restrained. Letting her emotions free to give voice to the anticipated 
pleasure. 

"My name is Claire ... Claire Rogers." 

He nodded. "Nice name! Just call me Mike! I know you don't have any wheels. 
My car's outside." He pulled out his wallet and showed it to her. "Don't 
have enough bread to cover your action. Okay if we drive over to my pad and 
pick up some dough? It's on the way to the motel." 

"All right," Claire agreed. 

She was pleased with herself. Mike seemed compatible in many ways. Finding 
someone to complete her initiation requirement hadn't been as difficult as 
she expected. Her pick-up was young, not bad looking, and offered her the 
prospects of having a good lay. 

He had a broken down '67 Ford coupe. The upholstery on the seat was badly 
torn. As he drove, one hand wandered to her left knee. She was aware of his 
palm cupping her bare knee under her skirt. Claire said nothing and watched 
the road. A light snow was falling. 

Mike's hand moved in a slow journey up along her thigh. Claire trembled a 
little at the licentious touch. She knew if she didn't stop him, the hand 
would reach her cunt. If she stopped him, her reluctance would antagonize 
him. Any refusal for foreplay contradicted her earlier request for a sex 
partner. 

Besides, his sliding hand was arousing carnal thoughts. Juices were seeping 
through the walls of her twat. She leaned back and relaxed, waiting for his 
hand to reach her cunt. His fingers reached her panty covered crotch. He 
rubbed his fingers back and forth several times. The dampness from her 
snatch seeped through the panty. 

Mike moved his hand to the leg band of the panty. Shoving his fingers 
underneath, he touched her pussy again. She hissed a soft gasp at the 
contact. "Hssss!" 

Mike turned his head in surprise. "Hey! You ain't got no hair on your cunt!" 
His face twisted in a lewd grin. "Those broads do that to you too?" 

Claire kept her eyes closed to enjoy the brief erotic bliss of her cunt 
being stroked. "Yes!" she answered. "Is it much further to your place?" 

She wanted to finish this affair. The girls were waiting at the motel. While 
Claire was looking forward to sex, she wanted to be rid of this crazy mess. 

The car turned into a lonely, unpaved road. The area was isolated. A wild 
thought occurred to Claire. Was this a ruse? Did Mike bring her here to rape 
her or do worse? 

The car pulled up before a dilapidated two story framed house. "C'mon in the 
house for a few minutes," he invited. 

"If it won't take you too long, I'd just as well wait here for you," she 
answered. 

She watched him reach into his jacket pocket. He withdrew something about 
six inches long. There was a clicking sound. The blade of a knife appeared. 
No mistaking the knife! The light of the car shone on the blade! 

"It's gonna take me a little time, Claire. I don't want you to freeze your 
ass out here. Let's go where it's nice and warm!" he demanded. 

She got out of the car and preceded him up the stairs. Mike opened the door, 
inviting her in with a silent gesture of his knife. Inside, he switched on a 
light and locked the door. The vestibule of the house was cold and drafty. 
He brought her into another room. Two electric radiators kept the room warm 
and comfortable. 

"Strip!" he ordered. "Come on! Take off your clothes! I'm gonna initiate you 
into my club." 

Claire panicked. "Please, I don't want any trouble. Just let me out of here. 
And I'll forget we ever met." 

Mike laughed. The tone of his laughter sent apprehensive shivers through 
Claire. She knew he was going to rape her and there was no way out. 

She began to cry. "Oh, please, Mike. Have a heart! I'm sorry I acted the way 
I did. You got the wrong idea!" 

"All you cock teasers are the same. When it's time to get fucked, you all 
become Miss Proper!" he growled. "Look! I'm president of a gang. We can do 
this two ways! You can put out for me and do what I tell you and be my 
private stock," he paused to emphasize the threat. "Or, I can get the rest 
of the boys and you can be the gang's property. The faster you take those 
duds off, the easier it'll be!" 

Tears trickled down her face. Her body shook with mild sobs and little 
sniffles were the only sounds in the room. Claire began to undress. 

Mike sat in a badly soiled upholstered chair while Claire removed her 
clothes. She placed her car coat on a small end table. Pulling a sweater 
over her head, she removed her wool skirt next. Her movements were those of 
an automaton. She unhooked her bra, releasing her pointed elongated 
mammaries. Stepping out of her scuffs, Claire bent over to roll down her 
knee length socks. This posture emphasized the lascivious look of her boobs. 

She straightened up, and slipped off her panties. A sense of modesty made 
her cross her hands in front of her shaven pussy. She averted her face in 
shame-faced humiliation. In spite of Claire's mortification over this 
predicament, her cunt was still sweating. 

The spectre of being ravished by this man had some appeal to Claire's newly 
acquired lascivious inclinations. She recalled Al's cock during the 
initiation. How she contemplated sucking on his fleshy ice pop! And that 
luscious cream that spurted over her stomach! While the initial thought of 
cock-sucking was repulsive, Claire found herself wishing she would be forced 
into such an act. 

"Hey! You're really built!" Mike exclaimed. "Those are some jugs you got! 
And that hairless pussy! That is something else! Come here! I wanna feel ya 
up!" 

The temples of her head felt like they were going to explode. Her 
respiration, incited by the excitement, had increased to an abnormal rate. 
Claire's blood pressure was also high. Most of it was due to the fear of 
this man sitting in front of her. Yet, a portion of it was due to the 
perverse feeling pervading her. 

Claire stopped in front of him. He stood up and reached for her tits. His 
fingers curled about the head of her tit. The clamped pressure made the 
areola and nipple more pronounced. Mike's lips closed over the erogenous 
tip. It was the first time anyone sucked her tit. An exclamation of erotic 
rapture rasped in her throat. "Hurrrrr!" 

Mike's other hand groped for her snatch. His exploring finger passed into 
the throat of her cunt. The finger frigged the tight hole. Claire's sensual 
senses were tantalized to new heights. The electrifying charge surging 
through her body seemed to be on a continuous circuit. 

It started at her orally stimulated nipple and ran down to her cunt. Mike's 
tactile probe increased the voluptuous sensation. The incandescent glow in 
her snatch passed into his fingers and went back to his mouth. His mouth 
passed it back into her nervous system. 

She placed her hands on his shoulders for support. His oral and digital 
manipulations made her weak from excitement. "Ohhhhmmmml" she moaned. Her 
carnal intoxication increased. The friction from his frigging finger was 
heating up her coosy. Her brief sexual experience with Al cultivated her 
coital instinct. 

Her hips bucked in rapid thrusts. His finger was a penis substitute as she 
imagined it was Al's prick fucking her. She wished it was a full cock 
instead , of a finger in her twat. Claire tilted her head back. 

"Oh, Oh!" she groaned in ecstatic anguish. "Don't play with me! Give me your 
cock! Put it in me! Fuck me, fuck me!" she pleaded in a hoarse urgent voice. 

Her hands groped for his crotch in a frantic effort to release it from its 
cloth prison. She zipped open his fly and pulled his prick out. The heat 
from Mike's cock was transmitted to her furnace box. His thrusting finger 
raised her vaginal temperature. Her cunt was a pressure gauge building up, 
ready to explode. 

Claire wanted, needed the thick cock in her cunt. Mike's finger was a poor 
substitute but it managed to induce a rapturous exhilaration. "Hurry, hurry! 
I'm almost coming! Fuck me with your cock!" she exhorted him. 

She pulled his exposed cock closer to her cunt lips. The head of his prick 
rubbed her shaved puffy labia. His finger continued to piston inside her 
quim. 

"Ohhrrr! Ohhrrr!" she gasped in frantic disappointment. It was too late for 
his cock. A heavy effusion of her come poured over his finger. Claire 
continued to hump her pelvis back and forth over his finger. 

"Hunnrrr! Hunnrrr!" The guttural grunts of lustful exhilaration continued to 
issue from her throat. 

Claire maintained a tight grip on Mike's prick. As the orgasmic release 
continued to flow, she began to jerk him off. Her curled fist shifted back 
and forth. Mike fucked in cadence to her frantic pumping. The two bodies 
swayed while their hands violently assaulted each other's genitals in erotic 
frenzy. 

Claire felt Mike's cock pulsate. The throbbing contractions of his climax 
beat against her palm. His hot come spattered against her thigh. Her hand 
moved towards his spewing cockhead and captured the final bursts of his 
orgasm. He withdrew his finger from her snatch. 

"Whew!" he exclaimed in admiration, "You're one hot piece of ass. I'm gonna 
have to tie you up for awhile. I'm going out to get us some Christmas 
fixings. We're gonna have us a little celebration. After that, we're really 
gonna have a ball." 

"Please, don't tie me up!" she begged. "You can take my clothes. Honest, I 
won't leave here. I can't! I don't have any money and don't even know where 
I am!" 

Mike laughed. "I got a phone here that works. I don't want to come back and 
find the fuzz waiting for me. No thanks! You'll just have to be tied up. 
Don't worry, you'll be comfortable." 

He got some heavy cord and tied her wrists. The other end was tied about the 
leg of a couch. 

Claire heard the car engine start and drive away. She was alone and captive. 
This entire mess started because she wanted to belong to an exclusive 
sorority. She remonstrated with herself. She smiled. It could be worse! Mike 
could have raped and killed her. She was still alive. More important, there 
would be more fucking when Mike returned. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Claire tried to shift the couch to free one end of her rope. Her bound 
wrists made it awkward and difficult for her. She resigned herself to 
waiting for Mike to return. His threat to bring his gang if she didn't 
co-operate worried her. Thinking about it, that leather jacket and his 
mannerisms convinced her there was a gang. 

She glanced at her wristwatch. Seven-thirty! A laugh escaped her throat. The 
girls were probably wondering where the hell she was! If she didn't show up, 
would they go searching for her? It would serve them right if they worried a 
little about her welfare. During the early part of her initiation, they sure 
as hell didn't! 

The sound of a car driving up interrupted her thoughts. He came into the 
room, his jacket and hair covered with snow. 

"It's a real blizzard outside, Claire. But we're gonna be snug as bugs in a 
rug! Just you and me! I bought a whole lot of stuff. Come on in the kitchen 
and help me make it. Better put your clothes on or you'll freeze your ass 
off!" he told her. 

Mike untied her and waited until she dressed. He had brought back some 
Chinese food. It wasn't hot but it was delicious. The fare was not the usual 
kind. Mike had selected some unusual exotic dishes with exceptional flavor. 
He brought back a bottle of good wine to go with the meal. 

He pushed back his chair, lit a cigarette, and rubbed his stomach. "Not bad 
for a meal, huh? Now, it's time for a little fuckee-fuckee!" 

Claire had to agree the meal was to her satisfaction. His other invitation 
suited her fine. She didn't say so. A prickling sensation covered the nape 
of her neck. Her thighs pressed together to hold back the moisture brewing 
in her snatch. 

She felt like one of the dogs used in Pavlov's classical conditioning. Ring 
a bell, and they salivated! Mention sex or the thought of it and her cunt 
drooled. 

He took her to another room in the house. It was a small room but heated. 
She had to strip again. This time, Mike also undressed. His semi-rigid piece 
reminded her of Al's prick. The foreskin cowl that hid the head! The same 
pink-white flesh! The only difference was in size. Mike's prick appeared 
thicker. She'd find out about its length once his cock became harder. 

He ordered her onto the bed. Claire watched him rummage through a drawer. 
Mike took out a hand vibrator. The kind barbers had! Plugging it into an 
outlet, he approached the bed. She watched him turn it on and heard the loud 
hum. 

Mike buried his vibrating hand between her thighs. She gasped at the touch. 
"Ahhhhrrrr!" 

Claire's cunt tingled as his vibrating fingers fondled the damp folds of 
pinkish-red flesh. She inhaled and exhaled in rapid cadence. Her tits 
jiggled in a little erotic dance from her increased breathing. She Undulated 
her hips in a sinuous wriggle as the vibrations penetrated the muscles of 
her twat. 

"Mmmtnm!" she murmured in approval. 'That feels so good. Oh! Wow!" 

Mike shifted the mechanical massage. His finger tips gripped the base of her 
clitoris. Claire was ready to climb the walls. The vibrating tickle dug into 
the root of her clitty. Her entire venereal papule was filled with the 
exquisite tingle. 

Claire arched her back, stiffening it. Her shoulders and soles of her feet 
supported her body. She made frenzied pelvic thrusts, alternating the 
movements with a slight pause, then wriggling her ass, and back to the 
pelvic thrusts. 

She clutched at her tits, squeezing the nipples. She found the manipulation 
of her breasts in conjunction with the stimulation of her clitty intensified 
the electrifying thrill flowing through her. 

Her tongue flicked out. Licking her lips as though she could taste the 
succulent rapture of the moment. Claire's body was burning with a fiery 
passion. 

She spoke in short bursts. Her jerking body interrupted the flow of words. 
"Oh! ... This is ... wild! ... Wild! ... Keep it ... up! ... Just ... a ... 
little bit ... more! ... I'm ... gonna ... come! Here ... it ... COMMESSSS! 
YAHHHHRRRGRR!" 

The tempo of her frenzied thrusts and gyrations increased. Claire was 
spending in a voluptuous paroxysm of sex. Mike continued to hold her clitty 
between his tingling fingers. He pressed down to increase the intensity of 
the vibrating sensation. 

Her orgasm was a series of throbbing voluptuous sensations. An effusion of 
come poured down and oozed out, rolling, down the insides of her thighs. The 
scream of ecstatic anguish she yelled diminished into a gurgle. Spent, her 
body collapsed back against the mattress. Her body lost its rigidity. 

Mike maintained his hold on her clitty. Claire felt the strong erotic 
pulsations continuing to provoke her senses. She didn't think she could take 
any more. 

"No more, no more, Mike! Please stop! Stick your cock in me. Fuck me! But no 
more vibrators! I can't take it any more!" she entreated in a weak voice. 

Mike's voice had a sadistic overtone. "Come on, baby! You can take it! I bet 
you can come some more! Let me hear you come! That's the best thing for a 
cunt! Come a lot! Keep pumping, baby!" 

Claire made a weak attempt to tear his hand away. The vibrations raged 
inside her loins. Her pelvis rocked again in frantic coital thrusts. Another 
orgasm was expanding in her snatch. Any moment, it would explode with the 
raging force of a storm. 

"Ahhrr!" she groaned in anguish. "Please, Mike, stop! No more, no more! Oh, 
Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming again! Just a little bit more." 

A venereal typhoon struck! Claire felt the violent rollers of the orgasmic 
force breaking on her cuntal surf. 

"Here ... it ... comes! Oh, OH! I ... I ... can't ... stop ... it! It's ... 
pissing out ... of ... me!" she exclaimed. 

Her body shook with frenzied animation, punctuating her speech. 

Her body thrashed about on the bed. Mike released his grip on her clitoris. 
Claire's body was bathed in heavy perspiration from head to foot. Her 
initiation wasn't as strenuous as this session. This carnal rapture had 
drained her completely. 

Mike shut off the vibrator and tossed it aside. He placed his body inside 
her thighs. Grasping her thighs in his arms, he doubled her over as he 
shoved his cock into her gushing snatch. Despite the tightness of her newly 
ravaged cunt, he was able to make an easy entry. The heavy coating of her 
come helped to accommodate his thick prick. 

"Huhhrr!" Claire gasped as his cock slithered along her vaginal sheath. 

The elastic flesh of her pussy stretched to allow his prick entrance. Her 
twat still tingled from the aftermath of the vibrating massage. Yes, she was 
able to distinguish the sensation of his thick pole burying itself into her 
gash. Her exclamation was one of surprised appreciation. It was better than 
Al's. 

She felt his balls resting along the crack of her ass. His dick was buried 
up to the hilt in her snatch. 

"There's the cock you've been begging for!" he told her. "How do you like 
it?" 

"Mmm!" she murmured in approval. "Love it! How's about showing me how good 
it is?" 

Her promiscuity surprised her. A week before, Claire would have exhibited 
indignation at any suggestion of indulging in a sex act. What a difference a 
week made! Now, she had a strong hang-up for cocks. She also entertained the 
thought of sucking a cock. 

Mike's ass shifted into reverse. His cock started a partial withdrawal from 
Claire's twat. He shifted gears and shoved his prick back. She shuddered in 
a slight ecstatic tremble at his movement. His penile shuttle continued. A 
slow partial withdrawal and the deliberate inward thrust. He was in no 
hurry. 

Claire enjoyed this leisure method of fucking. It gave her the opportunity 
to recover from the earlier strenuous session. The unhurried thrusts allowed 
her to enjoy the fullness of Mike's cock. 

This sudden infatuation with cocks intrigued Claire. She had an urge to 
study male genitalia close. Why were they so awesome looking.? What made 
them so sexually devastating? And that lovely come! Claire couldn't 
understand the fixation she had about semen. It excited her. The contact of 
sperm on her erogenous parts aroused her lascivious inclinations. 

Mike maintained the unhurried cadence of his coital thrusts. On each inward 
plunge, his prick crowded into the vaginal walls. Claire loved the way his 
dick dug into her cuntal muscles. She was already envisioning his hot jism 
squirting over the interior of her twat. 

The prong probing her pussy increased the rhythm of its thrusts. Mike 
quickened the tempo. His cock shuttled back with faster strokes. Her captive 
thighs and doubled position hampered her movements, though the position 
offered greater penile penetration. Claire felt his battering prick almost 
pushing into her ass. 

Mike's grinding thrusts reminded her of something. It came to her! His cock 
was a kind of giant pencil with her cunt, the pencil sharpener. She tried to 
writhe her pelvis in a twisting grind. She'd grind that dong of his into a 
pointed pencil! 

He pumped with greater acceleration. He was breathing with a little more 
effort. The raspy grunting sounds came from his throat. "Hunnrr! Hunnrr!" 
His warmth breath blew down on her tits. It had an erotic tickle, adding a 
new dimension to the thrills coursing through her. 

Claire squirmed and wriggled her ass as best as she could. She also tried to 
match his fucking motions. Her position limited her efforts. It didn't 
hinder the inflammation of erotic passion growing in her quim. 

" The voluptuous tingle rang alarms in her system. Claire felt a hundred 
conflagrations heating her passions to a devouring ecstasy. She emitted 
groans of anguished rapture. 

"Ahhrrrr! Ohhrrr! Fuck me, Mike! I'm coming again! Keep pumping! Just a 
little bit more! I'm almost there!" she cried out. 

At her exhortation, Mike pumped his cock faster. He accelerated the driving 
thrusts, pushing harder and deeper into her steaming coosy. She answered his 
movements with her complimentary pelvic wriggles. 

Claire's cunt was bursting with the erogenous climax. It wasn't as strong as 
the pulsating one induced by the vibrator. But it was there! Good and solid. 

"Go, man, go!" she urged. "I'm shooting. Here it comes!" 

Claire felt the spasms begin, heralding the onset of his climax. Mike made a 
series of frenzied penile jabs just before the first spurt rocketed into her 
cunt. He made one final hard thrust. Splat! Splat! Splat! Each burst of come 
splattered onto her vaginal wall. As the individual globs struck her 
sensitive cuntal muscles, she felt a kind of lustful intoxication. 

They remained welded in this pose for some time. Mike's head was cushioned 
on her stomach. Claire remained bunched up, savoring the aftermath of Mike's 
handiwork. He released her legs, disengaging his shrunken cock from her 
tantalized snatch. 

He lit up a cigarette and blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling. "Man, 
you really dig the balling scene!" he exclaimed. He looked at his wrist 
watch. "Almost midnight! Happy early Merry Christmas." 

Claire returned his greeting. Her gaze rested on the flaccid flesh dangling 
from his crotch. He caught her studying his detumescent dong. 

"Hey! You're hooked on cocks, ain't you? Those broads in that sorority 
really turned you on! Didja ever eat cock? You know! Give head?" he asked. 

Claire tried to be flippant. "Yeh! I'm doing a term paper in biology on what 
makes cocks tick. No! I never had oral intercourse!" 

"My, my! Ain't we fancy! Oral intercourse! Shit! You're the one who's been 
yelling, 'fuck me, fuck me'. I'll bet you know all the dirty words I know 
and more," he taunted her. 

"Well, you know what they say about Chinese food," Mike continued. "After 
you eat, two hours later, you're hungry again. And I'm in the mood for 
eating! This time. I'm gonna eat pussy. And you're gonna eat cock!" he 
announced. 

His declaration aroused her licentious inclinations. That lovely ice pop and 
the luscious whipped cream come! Claire would have the opportunity to 
realize her dream. She was a little hesitant about the actual act. That 
puritanical conscience was bugging her again! It reminded her she considered 
cock-sucking repulsive. The desire to have oral contact with a vibrant prick 
was stronger than her moral convictions. 

"I ... I ... never sucked ... a cock before!" she confessed. "I don't mind 
fucking, but you know...." her voice trailed off. 

"No! I don't know! Tell me!" Mike insisted. 

"Why are you making me tell you this? It's embarrassing! You're making me 
talk like some cheap whore!" she said. 

"Oh, yeh! You're Miss Goodie-Two-Shoes! C'mon, cut the crap!" he growled in 
mild scorn. "What's the real scoop about sucking cock?" 

Claire blushed, embarrassed from being forced into making a confession of a 
personal nature. "Honest! I never sucked a cock before. If you make me suck 
you off, I'll ... I'll do it! But you'll have to tell me how! Honest, I 
never did it before." 

He nodded. "Okay, okay! I believe you. Hey! I'm gonna go and get us some 
drinks. It's midnight! Merry Christmas! Give me a few minutes and I'll give 
you my present." 

Mike returned with two glasses of wine. During his absence, Claire 
contemplated the promised sex session. She felt the excitement mounting 
inside of her at the prospect of sucking Mike off. He also mentioned sucking 
her cunt. That expectation doubled the lascivious desire fermenting in her 
snatch. 

He wished her a Merry Christmas and added a silent salute with his glass. 
She returned his greeting. Claire drank the wine, bolting it down. She was 
anxious to start. Mike stretched out on the bed alongside of her. 

His hand curled around the base of his semi-hard shaft. He wiggled his prick 
several times in an erotic wave. Claire kept her eyes fastened to the 
boneless flesh hardening before her eyes. She was always intrigued by the 
physiological change. How a cock could be soft one minute and rock hard the 
next! 

"Go ahead! Start gobbling my meat!" he told her. 

She rolled over on her stomach between his legs. She was close up now. Her 
eyes examined the fleshy sac with the two egg-shaped balls hidden inside. 
His scrotum was studded with hair follicles. Claire was surprised it wasn't 
covered completely with hair like his groin. 

Her visual study shifted to his thick cock. It reminded her of a rocket 
poised for firing. Mike held it upright in his fist. Closer scrutiny 
revealed the dusky rose color of his prick was broken up with faint blue 
veins standing out in relief like a road map. 

"Hold my balls in one hand and grab my cock in the other," he instructed. 
"Then take a few licks over ii like you was licking a lollypop." 

Claire followed his instructions and the contact sent lascivious darts into 
her. It provoked a slight erogenous emission in her twat. Her tongue touched 
his cock in a hesitant uncertain lick. She found the taste pleasant and 
pleasurable. Her oral brush made several quick sweeps. Each oral stroke 
evoked new carnal enjoyment. 

Mike was right! It was just like licking a lollypop! She was enjoying this 
new expression of sexual play. Her tongue continued to make strong sweeping 
licks up and down his cock. His prick was lavished with love and a heavy 
coating of her saliva. 

"Hey! Hey! There's more to cock-sucking than just licking it!" he laughed. 
"Here's the next step!" 

Following his instructions, Claire opened her mouth forming a large 'O' with 
her lips She absorbed the head of his cock and closed her lips over the 
crown. Her lips curled over her teeth, sheathing them. The oral clamp was 
pressed tight over the shaft. Not hard to hurt the sensitive prick! Just 
enough pressure to hold the hard-on in a secure grip. 

She repeated the licks, letting her tongue roll over the velvety corona of 
his prick. Her oral brush swept around the rib of the cockhead. Claire 
passed over the tiny pee-hole. Each nuance of this act evoked additional 
thrills for her. When Mike told her about the sensitive area on the 
underside of the cock, she concentrated her efforts on the frenum. He made 
her stop because of the strong stimulation. 

"Okay! Take it out of your mouth!" he told her. 

Claire was disappointed at the interruption. Sucking his cock then reminded 
her of the candy canes on the Christmas tree at home. His prick didn't have 
the pepperminty flavor, but it tasted just as good. She had a way of licking 
on the candy cane, twisting it around in her mouth. Claire wanted to do the 
same to Mike's prick. 

Mike described the various nuances in giving head. The vacuuming suction of 
the cock into the mouth! The various lingual maneuvers of lips and tongue to 
evoke thrills to the male and induce the ultimate orgasm. And finally, the 
most important part of sucking cock! Catching the come in the mouth and 
swallowing it! 

"Didja ever see a sword swallower?" he asked. She nodded. "You know how he 
does it?" he didn't wait for an answer. "He lines up his mouth and throat in 
a straight line so that it don't touch nothing! That's w'hat ya hafta do. 
Now, I wantcha to try it! Do it a couple times so that you don't choke. Get 
it? 

Claire nodded understanding. She ingested his cock several times, choking 
the first time, until she was successful. She was elated by her 
accomplishment. 

This time, Claire pursed her lips forming a smaller aperture. The corona was 
pressed against her lips. With a slow vacuuming suction, she sucked his cock 
into the moist oral cavity. She maneuvered her lips and tongue over the 
absorbed portion of his prick. Only half of it was in her mouth. Her head 
bobbed up and down in a slow coital motion. The idea of Mike fucking her 
mouth increased her lust. 

"Don't forget to play with my balls!" Mike said. 

Her hand, holding his balls, began to fondle them. While she was doing it, 
she found there was a strong itching in her cunt. 

"That's it! You've got it!" her mentor praised her. "Now swing into a trip 
around the world!" 

Her tongue flattened against the thick tube and traveled from the head down 
to the base. Her mouth opened and tried to accommodate a ball. It was a 
little difficult. Instead, she licked and nibbled on each nut. From his 
balls, her silky tongue glided along the perineum. 

Claire grasped Mike's thighs under the buttocks and raised his legs. Her 
forehead pressed against his balls as she closed in on his asshole. 

She tasted the inner walls of his asscheeks as her tongue traversed the 
cleft of his ass. The tip of her tongue reached the brownish crinkled 
asshole. The sight of the tight orifice amazed her! She couldn't understand 
how a cock had penetrated her tiny asshole without any physical damage! 

Claire's oral exploration circled the perimeter of the sphincter. She tried 
to insert the tip of her tongue into his hole. The taste was unpleasant and 
she retraced her steps. 

Going back to his cock, she continued the various oral urgings. Her 
compressed lips slid up and down his shaft. Mike began to move his prick in 
tandem with her mouth. He was fucking her mouth in earnest now. He arched 
his back, thrusting his hips in a rapid rocking motion. His balls bounced 
against her chin, keeping tempo. 

Claire had one hand on the base of his cock. The other hand rested on his 
hairy bush. His prick was lined up in her mouth to accept his liquid 
tribute. But she didn't want him jamming it all the way down! 

She knew by his frenzied thrusts, his orgasm was imminent. His spasms began, 
heralding the onset of his climax. Claire felt the pulsations in her mouth 
just as the cream-like aliment poured out. His come was a mixture of sweet 
and salty. It didn't taste like the whipped cream she imagined it to be. But 
it was good! 

His prick ceased its coital thrusts. Mike collapsed against the mattress. 
Claire continued to tease his cock with her mouth. When his libidinous 
emissions waned, she released her oral grip. 

Her mouth made a little slurping sound as she swallowed the remainder of his 
come. She gazed down on the dick in her hand. It was no longer rock hard! 
His prick was a shrunken piece of flesh. The foreskin slipped its fleshy 
protective shield over the head. 

A tiny drop of jism peeked out of the tip. Claire peeled back the loose 
flesh and flicked her tongue over the remaining drop. 

"How was that?" she asked, anxious for approval. 

"Man! That was something!" he exclaimed. "With a little more practice, 
you'll be a champion cock-sucker!" 

Claire was pleased with his approbation. Her ability to elicit a libidinous 
response with her mouth elated her. She had achieved an adequate competence 
in various phases of sexual congress. Al had fucked her ass and cunt. She 
acquired some ability in cock-sucking. In her fantasies, she had been sucked 
off. Soon, the titillation of her pussy would be a reality! Mike had 
promised to eat her cunt. The thought of it stirred new carnal thrills. 

"Didn't you promise to ... to suck me off?" she asked in a hesitant demure 
voice. 

He grinned at her. "It's time for me to give you your Christmas present!" 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

Claire tingled from head to toe in expectation. She imagined what it would 
be like. She couldn't wait for him to start eating her. Her legs parted to 
accept him while he enjoyed her sexual assets. Mike's mouth poised over her 
damp snatch. The erotic prospect filled her skin with voluptuous goose 
bumps. The sensual sensation reached into her oozing quim. She wriggled her 
body in a provocative shiver. It seemed like some tantalizing sensation 
rolled down her back. Like an itch that couldn't t be scratched! 

Claire felt his mouth nuzzle the cleft of her vulva while his nose rubbed 
the pea-like node above it. His tongue dipped into the slippery folds of the 
glistening pinkish-red skin. An electric current was switched on, shocking 
every nerve network in her body. 

Mike's tongue explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her cunt. 
It rolled around the sphincter of her vagina, the tip trying to press into 
the funnel-like interior. Unsuccessful, the tongue withdrew and switched to 
her clitoris. 

A soft murmur of bliss escaped her lips. "Mmmmmm!" An ecstatic groan slipped 
out. 'Ahhrrrr! Oh, Mike! You suck so nice! It feels so good! So gooooodddd! 
More, more!" 

She squirmed and undulated her hips in a sinuous grind. Her wanton desire 
was due to the lascivious longings Mike was creating with his talented 
mouth. 

Claire arched her back in a slight arch. She froze into that position with 
her hips raised off the bed. It was an attempt to press his ravenous mouth 
deeper against her pussy. She was putting icing on her pastry and she was 
letting him lick the frosting off the spoon! 

His hands supported the pads of her ass. The palms cupped the ample globes 
of her buttocks. He squeezed and fondled her ass while his mouth continued 
to lavish its bewitching charm on her cunt. 

An exploring finger nuzzled its way into her asshole. Her hips jerked in a 
reflex action. She didn't expect the additional salacious stimulation. His 
finger pressed along the sheath of her hole. He massaged the anal muscles in 
a slow sensuous rub. "Ahhmmmmm!" she groaned in ecstatic bliss. 

Mike teased her. He rolled his tongue over the puffy outer lips of her twat. 
Claire trembled with sensual agitation as his warm moist tongue laved her 
pubes. His mouth switched back to her clitoris. With the suction of a 
pneumatic tube, her clitty was vacuumed into his mouth. 

He pulled the turgid flesh of her clitty taut. His teeth gently clamped 
around the base of the erogenous flesh. She thought he was going to bite it 
off at the roots. Instead, his teeth held her clitty firmly anchored. He 
stretched the flesh and whipped it with his caressing tongue. 

Her hips convulsed as Mike's finger frigged her ass. She tumbled her hips in 
a sinuous gyration. Fires of passion heated her cunt. The warm glow ignited 
sparks throughout her body. 

The throbs in her quim became more intense. Lancing shivers jabbed into 
every erogenous part of her. The lascivious turbulence palpitating in her 
grew more intense. His mouth continued to excite the venereal node at the 
top of her pudendum. 

"Ohhrrrr!" she groaned, rocking her hips in cadence to his erotic 
stimulation. 

Claire crushed her pussy closer to his sensual mouth. An orgasmic whirlpool 
was swirling inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. The height of her 
arousal was at its peak. She was in a state of ecstatic abandon. The throes 
of a violent sensual thrill clutched Claire. 

Oh, Jeez-us! she thought. His tongue is as slippery as a wet fish. It keeps 
slithering all over my hot cunt. I'm so hot, I can almost taste my come 
shooting up my mouth instead of out of my pussy! 

Mike's velvety textured tongue brushed the musky scented quim with strong 
lapping strokes. 

She was in a transition state, going from ecstatic joy to an erotic violent 
fervor. A giant colored wheel turned in her head. The ecstasy was a mild 
shade of blue. As the lustful intoxication increased, the color changed to a 
purple, and then a flaming red. 

The tantalizing tentacles of sensual piquancy, like a giant octopus, 
squeezed her venereal entrails. Deep within her cunt, the throbbing delirium 
of a climax increased. 

"Oooo! Suck me hard, Mike!" she urged. "I can feel it coming! Just a little 
bit more!" 

The voluptuous thrill of a fermenting orgasm enveloped her. Her hands 
reached out and clutched a fistful of sheet. The bunched sheet was clenched 
in her tightly closed fists. Claire rocked her head from side to side in 
exquisite erotic anguish. Her nostrils flared, catching the scent of their 
mutual coital sweat. 

An orgasmic skyrocket exploded inside of her. Claire shuddered as the 
multi-colors exfoliated in her brain. 

"I'm shooting, Mike! It's like the Fourth of July! Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm 
coming!" she exclaimed. 

Claire's pelvis squirmed in a series of frantic erratic gyrations. Her hands 
reached out and crushed Mike's face into her crotch. She came, loosing a 
flood of turbulent orgasmic juices. 

"Suck me, keep on sucking me! Oh, it's good! It's good!" she repeated in 
ecstatic approval. "I'm shooting again! It keeps pissing out of me! It won't 
stop! Here it ... comes ... once ... moorrrrreeee! YAHHHRRRGGGRrrrr!" 

She likened the entire orgasm to a roller coaster ride. The initial thrill 
was the long ride upwards to the farthest point. Then, the sudden plummet, 
screaming as the air whipped at her hair and face. The tremendous force 
striking the entrails almost pushing it through her throat. 

Claire fell back against the mattress, exhausted from the strain. She was 
aware of the coat of perspiration covering her body. The odor of her sweat 
was stronger now. 

Mike continued to suck at her cunt. Her quim was an ice cream soda and his 
tongue was the oral straw sipping it up. She uttered continuous groans of 
pleasure until he stopped. 

Claire slipped off the bed after Mike released her. Those bitches did me a 
favor when they turned me loose, she thought. I wish this could go on 
forever but it can't. I'd love to spend my whole vacation balling with this 
cocksman! By now, they probably have the Army, Navy, and Marines out looking 
for me! 

"How long do you intend to keep me?" she asked. 

"Hey, where's your manners? Ain'tcha gonna tell me how good it was?" he 
asked. 

"I'm sorry! It was good!" she answered without emotion. 

"Good! Good? That was the best job you ever had done on your pussy! I could 
tell by the way you enjoyed it. Maybe, if you're nice, I might let you go 
tomorrow!" he replied. 

"Are we going to sleep together tonight?" Claire was already in silent 
thought about the prospects. I'd love to sleep with him and have his 
gorgeous hunk of meat in me. And tomorrow, may we can suck some more! I 
can't wait to suck him off again! I want to taste that jism sliding down my 
throat. How I'd love to show him how good I can do it! 

He flashed her a big lewd grin. "Now what do you think? I know it's against 
your principles to say you want to get fucked again! You and me are gonna 
have the best fucking Christmas you ever saw!" 

Mike had sucked her cunt dry. His proposal started her pussy to salivate 
again. A tantalizing itch covered the lips of her twat. 

You better believe it, she answered in silent agreement! I'll come a dozen 
times and have your ass dragging after the third fuck! Then you'll have to 
use your tongue for the other times. 

Despite her eagerness to spend the rest of the evening in a sex orgy, Claire 
was bothered by the other thought. The thought that by now the girls were 
worried about her. Had they called in the police? If they did, would she be 
discovered in this house having sex? She dispelled the thoughts. Whatever 
was going to happen would happen! In the meantime, he intended to fulfill 
her salacious desires. 

"Ever been fucked in the ass?" His question was unexpected. 

"Well, sort of!" was her noncommittal reply. 

"Sort of? It's either yes or no! Which is it?" he demanded. 

"Yes! Once!" she answered. "If you're going to do it to me, at least use 
some kind of jelly." 

"Okay!" he agreed. He stepped out of the room. He hurried back after a brief 
absence. Claire's eyes were fixed on his crotch. His cock and balls swung 
with a lascivious looseness. The soft fleshy stem flopped about like a loose 
shoe tongue. She recalled how devastating his tongue had been on her snatch. 

"Bend over the bed!" he ordered. 

She turned around and bent over, thrusting her ass out in a provocative 
pose. His probing finger glazed her asshole with a thick layer of Vaseline. 
Mike parted the cheeks of her ass. The piece of flesh wasn't soft anymore! 
It was the Rock of Gibraltar, hard and unyielding! It was a pass' partout, a 
master key that would open the doors for her to many carnal delights! 

Mike's shaft met with a temporary resistance, probing at the sphincter. It 
was a transient demure protest. The mild opposition disappeared and his cock 
slid in with effortless ease. The rubbery lips of her hole clutched his dick 
in a venereal kiss. 

I wish my cunt lips or my mouth was around his luscious dick instead of my 
ass, Claire sighed in silent desire. 

His cock was buried in full penetration of her ass. She felt him shift a 
little, reaching for something. The shift pushed the head of his cock 
against the anal muscle. It was like pushing a door bell! Claire's snatch 
answered the summons with an erotic tinkle. She felt a slight reverberation 
in the depth of her anxious quim. 

Mike picked up the hand vibrator. The humming sound triggered additional 
salacious shudders within her. He reached in front and captured the rubbery 
tip of her succulent nipple. 

Her sharp intake of breath was a prolonged hiss of exquisite delight. 
"Hsssss!" 

He rolled the nipple between the balls of his thumb and forefinger. Claire 
shivered with piquant ecstasy as the drilling vibrations sent a myriad of 
stinging prickles filling the tantalized tit. The voluptuous darts 
lengthened into lascivious lances, spearing her cunt. 

Claire wriggled her ass in lustful invitation. She wanted to feel the 
surging drive of his cock pumping in her ass. Her tit shook like a mass of 
gelatin from the vibrations. A crazy thought occurred to her! Would her tit 
fall off like the wing of a plane from so much stress? 

The vibrator left the mound of flesh and skimmed in a gentle caress along 
her stomach. He's heading for my clitty, she guessed. The last time he 
worked my clitty over with that gadget, I almost blew my mind! It's the 
wildest thing! I just can't wait for him to do it! 

His fingers worked under the fleshy cowl grabbing her clitty. It was like 
throwing the switch on a Christmas tree! Her entire body lit up with an 
incandescent glow of multi-colored lights. The pulsating tingles from his 
fingers caused her engorged venereal papule to ignite. The tiny stem was a 
fuse. Any moment, she would explode! 

"Fuck me, Mike, hurry! I want to come when you do! I want to feel your hot 
juice shooting in me at the same time I shoot my load! Hurry, please!" she 
pleaded. 

She rocked her ass in a frantic effort to get him to fuck her hole. Her hips 
and pelvis rocked in an erratic dance. Claire's sensual gyrations enticed 
Mike into action. Still gripping her clitty, he shuttled his cock in and out 
of her asshole. She felt the greased shaft slipping back and forth. The 
thick lubrication of her anal sheath cut down on the erogenous friction. The 
vibrator on her clitty compensated for it. 

"Oh, Mike, please stop! Keep fucking but stop the vibrator. I ... want ... 
to ... come ... I" Her speech was punctuated by frenzied body movements. 

Claire tried to withhold the surging orgasm which threatened to overflow 
like a dam bursting. Inside her vaginal vortex, a raging torrent battered 
her cunt. 

"I ... can't ... hold ... it back ... anymore!" she gasped. "Oh, sweet 
Jeez-us! It's shooting! I'm coming, I'm coming! Hurry, Mike! Fuck me! Let me 
feel that hot jism filling my ass! Hurry, hurry!" 

He tossed the vibrator onto the bed. Gripping her hips, Mike increased the 
rhythm of his penile thrusts. "Hunrr! Hunrr!" he grunted in rasping tones. 
Her exhortations made him fuck in earnest. She felt his stiff dick ramming 
deep in her rectum. 

Where are you? Where are you? she asked in silent query. It's not complete 
unless I feel you coming in me. I need to feel it in me! That hot lovely 
come that tells me I made you get your nuts off! 

His cock thrusts matched her frantic gyrations. She sensed the climactic 
moment was near. His prick was Big Ben! Mike drove his prong deep in the 
final push. He gripped her hips, pulling her ass tight against his groin. 

Mike's venereal clock tolled the time. Each orgasmic burst kept time. Three 
quick spurts in succession and then the fourth and fifth spaced further 
apart followed. By the sixth and seventh emission, the force diminished. 

Claire fell forward on the bed. Mike, welded to her ass, fell on top of her. 
They remained in this embrace until their ardor cooled. She felt him leave 
her ass. Turning, Claire gazed at his limp dick. She was ready for more 
fucking. It would be a little while before Mike could service her again. 

A sudden inspiration came to her. I ought to ask him to call his gang over. 
I bet I could take on his whole gang! Oh, shit! What the hell am I thinking 
about? Ever since I lost my cherry, I'm getting as horny as a satyr. What is 
the matter with me? 

"That was good!" Mike said. "It calls for a drink!" He poured out two 
glasses of wine. They finished their drink and got into bed. 

Mike produced a pair of handcuffs. "What's that for?" Claire asked. Her 
voice quivered in apprehensive anxiety. 

"Just a little protection!" he answered. "I want to make sure you stay in 
bed and don't go wandering around. Like going out and using the phone while 
I'm sleeping." 

"Honest! I wouldn't go anywhere or do anything," she replied in protest. 
"Why can't I just sleep with you and let it go at that?" 

"Because I want it that way!" he answered, his voice reflecting mild angry 
exasperation. 

"Okay! Okay!" she conceded reluctantly. "What happens if I have to go to the 
bathroom?" 

"Just let me know!" Mike told her as he fastened one bracelet about her 
wrist, the other to the head board. 

He turned off the light and lay down beside her. His hands made soft 
caressing brushes over her tits. Mike's strokes were gentle as though he 
were petting an animal. Claire arched her back like a cat enjoying a sensual 
stroking of its fur. 

She enjoyed the lamest fondling of her coosy and ass. Mike's hand shoveled 
between her thighs. It slid along her venereal trench, from her cunt to her 
ass. Purring murmurs rumbled in her throat. 

Her cuffed wrist made it difficult for her to turn in bed. That was the only 
discomforting feature of her confinement. Mike had made some promise of 
releasing her soon. 

Damn shame! she mused. I was just beginning to get used to him. The chance 
to study a gorgeous dick in action with him thinking that he's making me put 
out! 

During the night, Mike's prick tasted the succulent flesh of her cunt and 
ass. Each time, his fleshy rocket transported Claire to Elysian plateaus. 
She rode his prong with ecstatic locomotion as he sent her into clouds of 
rapturous exhilaration. 

The darkness of the room was filled with the iridescent glow of satisfying 
sex. Whenever Claire reached the pinnacle of her orgasm, a flare of 
incandescent colors lit up in front of her eyes. With each succeeding 
episode of this licentious liaison, she found herself growing more addicted 
to cock. It didn't matter which way she absorbed it: mouth, ass, or cunt! 
All she knew was she wanted and needed it! Mike was doing his darnedest to 
see she got it! 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

The b-r-r-ringg b-r-r-ringg of a discordant bell awakened them. A constant 
loud knocking at the door and the persistent bell continued. 

"Hey, Mike? it's me, Pinky! Open up! I'm freezing my nuts out here!" a voice 
shouted. 

Mike was a blur as he jerked his clothes on quickly. "What a pain in the 
ass!" he grumbled in irritation. He turned to Claire. "I'll be right back. 
I'll try to get rid of him." 

"Hey! I have to go to the bathroom. Turn me loose," Claire demanded. 

He rushed back to loosen the handcuff and out the door he ran. She went to 
the bathroom and heard voices on the way. Returning, Claire shivered as the 
cold from the opened door blew into the corridor. Mike's caller caught sight 
of her and whistled. She had a brief glimpse of him as she hurried back into 
the room. 

"Hey! Who's the cunt?" Mike's caller asked. "How come ya didn't invite the 
boys?" 

She didn't hear Mike's reply. Their approaching footsteps made her modest. 
Claire rushed to the bed and pulled the quilt about her naked body. 

The two men stepped into the room. Pinky was shorter and stockier than Mike. 
His long brown hair hung down over a large round face. He had ordinary 
features. Mike, in comparison, was handsome. Mike offered half-hearted 
introductions. Claire wondered whether Mike would offer the hospitality of 
her body to his unwelcomed caller. 

Pinky grinned obscenely. He came closer and peered into her face. "Hey! This 
is the broad whose picture was on the T.V, last night. The cops are looking 
for her!" he announced in a loud voice. 

Turning to Mike, he queried, "Did you snatch her?" 

"Why the fuck don't you broadcast it?" Mike's voice showed his angry 
annoyance. 

Pinky shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell do you want from me? I just 
dropped over to wish ya a Merry Christmas! How's about sharing the broad 
with me? I won't tell the other guys!" 

"Kiss my ass!" Mike snapped. 

"I don't wanna! It looks too much like your face!" Pinky retorted. "Cut the 
shit! Let's see what she looks like!" He reached for the quilt and pulled it 
away. 

Claire allowed him to expose her naked frame. The prospects of being fucked 
by one of Mike's gang made her horny. I wonder what his cock is like! she 
thought. Will it be long like Al's or thick like Mike's? Can he drive his 
prick with that cock-screwing twist like Mike? Does he have a velvety tongue 
like Mike? The kind of luscious lick that makes my scalp tingle with groovy 
goose pimples! 

A double whistle of licentious approval greeted Pinky's glimpse of Claire's 
nude body. "Hey! Man! Now I know I gotta have a piece of that tail!" he 
exclaimed. 

"Yeh, yeh! Later!" Mike answered. He appeared concerned about the news. 
"After breakfast!" Turning to Claire, he told her, "get dressed! It's cold 
in the kitchen. I don't like this bit about the cops looking for you. Gotta 
figure how to get rid of you!" 

She was excited by the information. The girls probably panicked when she 
didn't turn up. Claire was interested in how much publicity her 
disappearance received. Yet, she didn't want to leave just now. The 
expectation of having Pinky fuck her was too great an opportunity to pass 
up. 

As the three sat eating breakfast, Claire watched Mike's face. His brow was 
wrinkled in frowning concentration. 

"Stop worrying so much!" Claire advised him. "Don't worry! I won't implicate 
you. Why don't you go out and get a paper so we can see what the story is?" 
she suggested. 

Claire also wanted to have Pinky alone. Her libidinous inclination was 
pestering her. She felt the nagging tug of her pussy urging her to get 
fucked. Like a bothersome child, her entire system was crying out to taste 
the flavor of Pinky's hidden dick. 

Pinky caught Claire staring at his crotch. He looked at her as though he 
read her silent thoughts. 

"Yeh, Mike! Why don'tcha go get the paper? 

We'll wait here for ya. Claire here, can keep me entertained while we wait 
for ya!" Pinky suggested. 

Mike decided to go for the paper, leaving the two alone. 

"Might as well be comfortable!" she said. "Let's go back to the bedroom!" 

"You're really a hot piece of ass!" Pinky commented. 

"Not really!" Claire lied. "Only, you're going to screw me one way or 
another! So, we might as well get it over with!" 

She stripped off her clothing. Her blood raced like it was competing in the 
100 yard dash. Her respiration matched her blood pressure stride for stride. 
Claire's eyes were fastened on Pinky's crotch, waiting for his masterpiece 
to be unveiled. It didn't take long. He took his clothes off faster than she 
did. 

His hard-on sprung into view as he tugged his jockey shorts down. She 
watched as the waist band caught the tip of his cock, pulling it down. 
Freed, his prick quivered up and down. It reminded her of the springy diving 
board at the pool. His cock stopped bouncing and remained rigid. 

She was anxious to get a closer peek at his prong. Pinky whistled in 
surprise at the sight of her shaved pudenda. 'That's a beaut of a beaver you 
have there! How come you lost it's fur?" he asked. 

"A lot of guys dig eating pussy without getting hair in their teeth!" she 
flipped. "They say you ain't a man unless you can eat pussy! How do you feel 
about it?" 

There was a lustful gleam in his eyes. "I can dig it, baby! Tell you what! 
Let's do 88!" 

"Eighty-eight? I never heard of that position!" she answered puzzled. "How 
do you do it?" 

An obscene laugh rattled in his throat. "I ate and she ate!" he replied. 

She lay on the bed. "You want to be on top or me?" 

He stretched out alongside of her. "You get on top," he told her. 

Claire inverted her frame over his supine body. Her bent knees flanked his 
head. She leaned forward to study the shape of his stiff shaft. Her interest 
was captured by the sculptured shape of Pinky's cockhead. Claire realized he 
was circumcised. This aspect of cock shapes added to her growing knowledge 
of the male genital. She speculated on the efficacy of a circumcised prick. 
Was it better than the others she had sampled? In a few minutes, she might 
have her answer. 

Her lips hovered just above the carved reddish knob. She blew her soft 
breath over the tip. The prick quivered in a slight sway. Claire was 
determined to perfect her cock-sucking with Pinky's dick. She began her oral 
assault on the stiff piece of flesh. When she was through with it, his cock 
would be reduced to a shrunken mass! 

Claire brought her pursed lips to the tip in a gentle kiss. With a strong 
suction, she vacuumed his cock between her compressed lips. She held the 
crown captive, letting her tongue's flattened blade lick the mossy flesh. 
She caught the odor of genital sweat emanating from his hairy bush. It had 
the scent of urine mixed with other smells. The odor stimulated her aroused 
senses, making her slightly giddy. 

Her sheathed teeth was an oral vise. His cock was held in a firm grip while 
she played with his erogenous flesh with her teasing tongue. Claire curled 
her tongue around the rib of his cockhead in a languid swirl. She thrilled 
to her oral efforts. Her cunt was dripping with drops of distilled jism. It 
hadn't reached full potency yet. Pinky's mouth added to the growing throbs 
ballooning inside her tempestuous snatch. 

His tongue skirted the complete surface of her shaven pubes. He began a wild 
game of oral tag. His tongue darted in and out of her slit trying to elude 
capture. Pinky skipped over her clitty in a game of lingual leap-frog. 
Claire loved the way he was teasing her cunt. 

She was unprepared for his next move. Pinky shoved one finger into her 
asshole, another in her cunt. Her hips convulsed once in a quick jerk at the 
unexpected insertions. He caught her clitty between his teeth. His fingers 
began to frig the twin holes. Claire tumbled her hips in a sinuous gyration. 
Hot coals of passion glowed in her quim. The heat started to permeate her 
body. 

Claire concentrated on achieving the ultimate in sucking his cock. What a 
tasty cock! I want him to beg me to get his rocks off! I want to bring him 
to a point where he can't stand my mouth. Oh, you bastard! Beg me, beg me! 

Pinky's cock was a nice average dick. Not too thick or long, just big enough 
to fit in her mouth without choking on it! She swooped his dick all the way 
in. Her tongue slid all over his fleshy shaft. She laved it with a heavy 
coating of saliva. Claire let part of his prick escape. Her shielded teeth 
nibbled with gentle bites on the sensitive underside of his cock, near the 
head. 

Claire switched her attention to his balls. Her sensual mouth covered his 
flesh covered nuts with saliva. She captured a ball in her rapacious mouth. 
Pinky wriggled his hips in carnal enjoyment while her teeth and lips played 
voluptuous havoc with each nut. She sucked each nut with strong suctioning 
pulls. 

"Mmmmm!" she murmured in appreciation of his responses. The humming sound 
vibrated through his scrotum. 

"Ahrrrr!" he groaned in appreciative ecstasy. "Suck me, baby, suck me!" he 
moaned. 

Claire resumed the licking and sucking of his cock. Her cheeks collapsed 
inward as she sucked in deep pulls. The cheeks inflated, in a quick change, 
as she puffed on his absorbed prong. 

Her tongue curled clock-wsie around his cock. It uncurled and swung 
counter-clockwise. She swirled her oral brush all over his prick. From time 
to time, she alternated her oral teasing. Her tongue would make rapid flicks 
against his cock. As an additional variation, her lips rubbed up and down 
his teased prick in an oral massage. 

Lancing shivers stabbed her spine and impaled her twat. The throbs in her 
cunt became more intense. She felt Pinky's fingers probing her twin holes in 
lascivious lunges. His mouth continued to mash her clitty with gnashing 
teeth sheathed by his lips. 

Ecstatic groans rumbled in her throat. She rocked her hips in cadence to his 
erotic stimulation. 

Claire pressed her pussy into his teasing mouth. 

An orgasmic whirlpool was swirling inside her snatch. Her pulse quickened. 
The height of her sexual arousal was at its peak. She wanted to make him 
come after she did. She wanted to hear him beg her to help relieve the 
exquisite aching in his balls. 

Claire was in a state of ecstatic abandon. The whirling multi-colored lights 
flickered in front of her eyes. Her body shook in the throes of a violent 
sensual thrill. Like an overdose of champagne, she felt the heady 
intoxication of erotic exhilaration filling her head. 

Her mouth released its hold on Pinky's ruby cock. His prick glistened from 
her salacious saliva. The fiery redness of his cock flesh was attributed to 
her oral bellows. She had heated his venereal forge to volcanic intensity. 

Claire tilted her head back like a dog howling at the moon. She ground her 
steaming pussy into his face. 

"Suck me good, lover boy!" she demanded. Her voice was strained, hoarse. The 
tone of her voice reflected the urgent need for total sexual gratification. 

"Eat it good, lover! I want to drown you in a load of my come!" she 
exclaimed. "Oh, oh! Here it comes! I'm shooting! Suck me, suck me! 
AHRRGGRRRrrr!" The cry tore from her throat. 

It was a howl of exquisite erotic anguish. Her sudden cry became a gradual 
low growl. 

The copious fluid from her twat overflowed over his chin. Claire felt the 
heavy wetness on his chin pressing against her thighs. Her passions sated, 
Claire returned to the task of making Pinky come. 

Her mouth repeated the earlier oral nuances. She tantalized his cock, 
letting her tongue and lips evoke new thrills in his prick. 

"Eat it, baby!" he panted. "That's the way to do it! Any minute now and you 
can have my come! Oooo! I'm gonna shoot you a big hot load!" 

Her nostrils flared like some predatory animal catching the scent of a kill! 
She sensed his climax approaching. One hand reached for his bloated scrotum 
and crushed his balls in a gentle squeeze. Pinky's thighs wig-wagged in a 
wild sway. He jerked his hips in a frantic convulsion. 

"Hey! Whatcha doing?" His voice was edged with panic. "Tryin' to kill me or 
sumpin'?" 

"No! Don't worry, I won't hurt you!" she cooed. "I just want to prolong the 
thrill. You were ready to come and I told myself it was such a waste! I love 
sucking your gorgeous sliced cock! It's real special! How many other girls 
ever told you that?" 

His answer was tinged with suspicion. "Yeh! Well, don't squeeze my balls so 
hard! Besides, you oughtta warn a guy when you're gonna do that! You scare 
the shit out of him otherwise!" 

"That's the bit that makes it so exciting!" she explained. "I keep on 
sucking your cock so that it stays hard. Look what happened now! You lost 
your hard-on! Now, I have to start all over again." 

She reached for his detumescent flesh. Her fingers caressed and fondled his 
dick with teasing strokes. Claire felt the saliva-streaked cock swelling 
again. The growing heat from his erection passed through her palm and singed 
her twat. The residue of her come began to bubble again from the erotic 
combustion. 

Within seconds, her tactile manipulations had transformed a soft mass of 
meat to a hard phallic blowtorch. Claire continued to pump his hard-on. At 
Pinky's insistence to stop jerking him off and start sucking, she resumed 
the oral teasing. 

Claire applied her mouth to the carved crown. She was an artist, using the 
brush strokes of her tongue to paint a portrait on his penile canvas. With 
skillful lingual design, her mouth was bringing out the full character of 
his cock. Her strong sucks and labial rubbing evoked an ecstatic response on 
his past. 

"Oooo! Baby! That's the way! Now, you got it!" he exclaimed in excited 
tones. "I'm gonna come, baby! You better catch it!" 

Pinky's cock fucked her mouth. His prick appeared and disappeared as it 
pistoned in and out. Claire grabbed his balls and squeezed them in a soft 
crush. His legs jerked and his body convulsed in protest. He cried out in 
irritated objection. The interruption didn't affect him as much this time. 
His dick lost part of its erection. 

"C'rnon! Stop fucking around! My balls are beginning to hurt with love nuts! 
Make me come this time!' he ordered. 

A mischievous smile played on her lips. Her jaw began to hurt from the 
excessive sucking. No more games, she made a silent promise. This is for the 
money, Pinky! I'm going to blow that meat whistle of yours till it blows 
quitting time! 

Her tongue resumed the curling enticing twists. She rubbed her lips up and 
down, scraping the sensitive flesh with carnal enticement. 

Pinky responded with a hurried erotic answer. He grabbed her hips for 
purchase and bucked his pelvis in strong coital thrusts. He wasn't going to 
take any chances and have Claire interrupt his orgasm again! His fucking 
motions were drives of desperation. 

Claire was aware of his anxious efforts to culminate a climax. She shifted 
her mouth to accept his driving prong. Her fingers curled about the base of 
his dick to prevent him from stabbing her tonsils. 

"Hunrr, Hunnnnrrr!" he grunted from the exertion. His body bumped in frantic 
humps. 

She felt the climactic paroxysms of his strong ejaculation. It shot out like 
a cannon, firing salvo after salvo. The delicious creamy globs of glutinous 
jism coated the membranes of her throat. It dribbled in a slow trickle to 
the back of her tongue. 

Claire swallowed the venereal vanilla milkshake. She drew hungrily on his 
fleshy straw, extracting the last drop of his delicious love juice. Pinky 
made a frantic penile lunge in an attempt to skewer her throat with his 
erogenous sword. She detected the strong pulsations diminishing to a series 
of weak throbs. Her lips compressed the softening flesh. She sucked out the 
final vestiges of his come. 

A sigh of voluptuous pleasure escaped his throat. "That was real good, 
Claire! Mike's a lucky guy! You sure know how to give head! I ain't ever had 
a broad suck me with such talent!" he complimented her. "And I've had lots!" 

She was thrilled by his endorsement of her ability. Her unexpected abduction 
resulted in her developing a licentious talent. 

Her reply was muted. Good! Good? You've been sucked by the best! Your cock 
and jism was sweet like a ripe melon! It tasted better than Mike's. But I 
wouldn't give you the satisfaction of telling you! You'd be going around 
trying to shove your cock in every girl's mouth. I can just picture you 
going around trying to get the girls to endorse the taste of your cock, you 
egotistical bastard! 

"How about it if we take a break?" she suggested. "Let's get dressed and 
have some coffee until Mike gets back. He should be getting back soon!" 

They were drinking the coffee when Mike rushed into the kitchen. "Boy, 
you're hot merchandise!" he exclaimed. "It's a good thing you're dressed! 
We're gonna hustle your ass out of here and dump you near town. And you 
better keep me out of this!" he threatened. 

Claire took the morning paper from him. She made the front page but it 
wasn't a banner spread. A small two column bit on the bottom of the front 
page had the story. All it stated was she was expected at a sorority party 
at the motel. She didn't turn up and her sisters were worried. Local 
authorities were on the lookout for her. No foul play was suspected as yet. 
There was some other junk but she ignored it. 

""Those bitches!" she exclaimed angrily. "They didn't mention anything about 
dumping me in the middle of nowhere without a dime! They didn't bother to 
say anything about their little initiation!" 

A wild thought came to her. She looked at Mike. "No kidding! You two guys 
belong to a gang?" 

Mike held up his hand in protest! "Hey, wait a minute! You don't go dragging 
my bunch into this gig! A bunch of bird brain broads think up some weird 
caper and you're it! You ain't gonna lay this on us!" 

"That wasn't my intention!" she replied. "Don't worry, I won't implicate you 
or your buddies. I just thought you'd help me out to get my revenge. How 
would you like to fuck a bunch of bitches with my blessing? And anything 
goes, if you know what I mean!" 

Mike looked at Pinky in silent interrogation. Pinky gave him an indifferent 
shrug. "She seems like an okay kid! Why not?" Pinky asked. "The other guys 
would love to get their sticks wet!" 

"How do you intend to swing this deal?" Mike was anxious to find out. 

"I told you, I'll work out the details. All I need is your co-operation. 
Don't worry! You won't be working in the dark. I'll give you the whole 
set-up. Just say yes!" she answered. 

"Okay, okay!" Mike agreed in reluctant resignation. "Do we take you back 
now?" 

Claire gave him a coy look. "I'm still your prisoner, aren't I? Aren't you 
and Pinky going to rape me again?" 

Mike's face broke into a big grin as he realized the inference of her 
remarks. 

"I always suspected you were a horny bitch!" he told her. "Now, I know it 
for sure! Pour me a cup of coffee. After I warm up a bit, I'll take you on." 

She spilled the coffee into a cup for him. "You don't really need this!" she 
told him. "I'm hot enough right now to melt an icicle off your dick!" Claire 
added an obscene grin to her statement. 

Mike drank the coffee. He nodded. "I believe you, I believe you! Well, what 
are we waiting for?" 

 CHAPTER SIX 

Claire had formulated a scheme to exact her revenge on the three I's. Only, 
her plan was the double cross! In the meantime, she wanted to enjoy the 
voluptuous pleasures of her carnal desires. This was one of the few 
opportunities available to her for complete expression of her libidinous 
inclinations. 

For a good sexual liaison, one had to have the place, time, and desire. All 
three requirements were satisfied. There was Mike's house! They had all day! 
She had two eager cocks ready to do justice to her anxious twat. What more 
could one ask for? 

The three of them responded to the unspoken requisite of removing their 
clothes. Claire was sandwiched between their hot bodies. Pinky's groin 
fitted into her buttocks. The curves of their bodies fitted together like 
pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. His hot pole was stuck in the tight slot formed 
by her closed thighs. 

Mike faced Claire on the crowded bed. One hand stroked a tit in lazy 
caresses. His other hand petted the pussy lips of her pudenda. He made no 
effort to stick his finger inside of her snatch. All Mike did was rub the 
outside of her cunt in a gentle massage. 

Claire basked in the heat of their sexual sunshine. She twisted in a sinuous 
writhing to enjoy the teasing of her erogenous flesh. The two cocks on 
either side of her were standing at attention. Their cocks were little tin 
soldiers waiting for her to play with them. 

Pinky's cock rested on her perineum. It was a teeter-totter balanced between 
her twin holes. Mmmmm! That feels warm and comfy, she thought. I like the 
way I got his darling cock trapped between my thighs! I could break his 
prick in half if I wanted. That wouldn't be good, though! I wouldn't have 
the use of it for the fuck I have planned. 

She reached for Mike's heavy, thick piece. She hefted his cock in her hand 
as though estimating its weight. The weight and heat emanating from his dick 
started a lascivious churning in her cunt. Claire had enjoyed the carnal 
thrill of their pricks and wanted to satisfy her growing lust with them 
again. A wild idea occurred to her! Why not have the two boys fuck her at 
the same time? 

"Hey, you two horny bastards!" she addressed them in a good-natured tone. 
"How would you like to fuck me at the same time? You know! One from the rear 
and one from the front. One in the ass; the other up the cunt!" she rhymed. 
"How about that! Pornographic poetry!" 

"I'm glad you fuck better than making up poems," Mike answered. "You got a 
good idea! Do you wanna stay where you are, Pinky, or do you wanna fuck her 
cunt?" 

"I'll take her ass!" Pinky replied. "But we're gonna hafta change our 
position. I can't take her ass laying here like this." 

"Yeh! We gotta work something out!" Mike agreed. 

Her suggestion and the ensuing conversation caused her pussy to lick its 
drooling lips. The anticipated meal of hot meat and creamy gravy would sate 
her cunt's libidinous appetite. 

They shifted around several times attempting to get a comfortable position. 
The experimenting resulted in the final position. Mike was supine on the 
bed, lying across the width with his legs dangling over the edge. Claire 
straddled his thighs, impaling herself on his thick fleshy sword. The thick 
outer lips of her cunt stretched into a grin as Mike's cock pierced her 
hole. 

Claire leaned forward a little, presenting her ass to Pinky for penetration. 
His shaft was lubricated for an easy insertion. She felt his chiseled 
cockhead trying to peek into her anal labyrinth. Pinky's cock moved past the 
sphincter. Like a blind man, his dick inched along the anal canal in 
cautious search. Reaching the length of his prick, Pinky was fully imbedded 
in her ass. 

Claire felt like a pinwheel. Their cocks were a solid spindle piercing her. 
The pumping thrusts would be the impetus to turn her. Just the contact of 
their dicks buried deep in her holes had her mind spinning with delirious 
bliss. 

"Hey! I think I can feel your prick through her cunt!" Mike exclaimed. "This 
is some bang!" 

Yes, it's some bang! Claire answered in silent agreement. What a delicious 
sensation! I can't wait until I have your pricks filling my ass and cunt 
with your lovely come. Start fucking me! I want to feel your cocks drilling 
for oil in my fields! If you fuck me right, you'll bring in a real gusher! 

"There's nothing wrong with her asshole either!" Pinky replied. 

Their joyous expressions of delight at the discovered erotic pleasure of the 
twin fuck was nothing compared to her feelings. Each new sexual encounter 
brought added thrills to her. Claire was overjoyed at the many ways sex 
could be experienced. The type of sex that could evoke strong voluptuous 
rapture. 

Claire's sandwiched position wasn't too uncomfortable. Pinky was standing 
behind her, bent over, supporting himself in a partial upright position by 
his grip on her hips. 

Pinky started the coital pumping first. Mike moved in tandem with him. Their 
synchronized movements elicited luscious thrills of pleasure. As Pinky's 
cock moved out of her ass, Mike shoved his prick upward into her cunt. The 
strokes were alternated as they shuttled back and forth. 

It reminded Claire of the rocker arm on a steam locomotive. The pistoning 
rod pumping in and out of the housing box. The three of them were coming 
down the tracks! Their own special engine was getting up a good head of 
steam. 

Mike and Pinky's bodies moved in robust thrusts. She heard soft breathing 
grunts emitting from Pinky's throat as his mobile frame bumped against the 
soft cheeks of her ass. 

"Huhrr! Huhrr!" The low, even grunts came from Mike as his efforts sent warm 
puffs of air against her tits. His hands cradled her boobs to support the 
two bodies on top of his. The grip on her tits and his hot breath sent 
tingling chills scurrying along her spine. It bounced from her skull to her 
snatch and back again. There was a constant vacillation. 

A soft sigh of pleasure escaped Claire's lips. "Ahrrrr!" She savored the 
exquisite contact of their silky cocks sliding along her erogenous sheaths. 
She loved the smooth feeling of their hot flesh rolling along the venereal 
muscles of her twin holes. 

Claire felt the heat from the friction of Pinky's cock in her ass. It was 
tepid at first, then warm, and finally, glowing. The fire spread from the 
perimeter of her ass to the tight cavern of her rectum. 

A little moan of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. "Ahhrrr!" Over and 
over, she murmured the appreciative moan. "Ahhrrr! Ahhrrr!" Mike's prick, 
working in her moist quim, was also permeating her cunny with a fire of 
erotic rapture. 

The temperature became more intense. Claire felt the glow diffusing itself. 
Her twin holes were bubbling cauldrons in which two cocks stirred 
diligently. 

Pinky's hips were bouncing against her buttocks in frenzied pumping. His 
balls whipped against her thighs in a gentle slap. She heard his breathing 
pattern change. He was exerting more effort now in violent fucking. 

"Hunnrrr! Hunnrr!" Pinky's throat issued deep raspy grunts. He gripped her 
hips tighter as he fucked faster. 

Mike's hot breath blew up into her face as he expended his energy with hard 
penile thrusts. His animal-like sounds sounded almost like Pinky's. It was 
more of a growl. 'Grrnnnrrr, grrnnnrrr!" 

The lascivious turbulence was growing inside of her. Her body was a 
libidinous volcano ready to explode at any moment. During the early stage of 
their fucking, the stimulation elicited gentle murmurs from her. As the 
sensuous rapture increased, Claire's vocal responses became more intense. 

She gave vent to her own animalistic growls. "Ahhrrrmmm! Ahhrrrmmm!" Her 
body tried to synchronize with the movements of the two men plowing her 
fertile fields. They were planting a crop. Soon, it would be ready for 
harvest! 

"Fuck me, fuck me! Oh!' Oh! I can feel those juicy cocks fucking me! 
Beautiful, beautiful! That's the way to do it, you fuckers! Harder, harder! 
Faster, faster!" she exhorted them with her urgent pleas. 

Their cocks met at the fleshy wall that separated ass from cunt. She could 
feel their frantic pounding. They were trying to batter down her venereal 
wall. Claire wondered whether their violent battering would knock down that 
fleshy wall of muscle and tissue. Imagine their come shooting over each 
other's cocks! What a crazy thought! 

She sucked in her lower lip, biting down on it. Her eyes shuttered in dreamy 
ecstatic rapture. Her depraved senses were being gratified as the perverse 
sexuality streamed through her body. 

An orgasm of explosive fury burst in her bowels. She didn't know whether it 
was her ass or cunt. All she felt was a violent spasm. 

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" she exclaimed. "Oh, keep it up, keep it up!" she 
pleaded. "HARDER, HARDER! FASTER, FASTER!" Her urgings were loud and 
strident. "I'm coming again! I'm shooting another load! Here it 
COMMMESSSSSSS! AHHRRGRRrrr!" 

It was a primitive, savage cry. A mixture of emotions that ranged from 
anguish to ecstatic approval. Throwing back her head, the cry burst from her 
throat. From a forceful howling of a hurricane, it diminished to the whisper 
of a soft breeze. 

Pinky was jamming his bursting cock into her torrid asshole. He hosed it in 
deep as the spasmic emissions pumped out in thick globs of jism. Each spurt 
striking her anal muscles sent spiraling passions through her body. 

A few seconds later, Mike's hot tribute flowed into her steaming pussy. 
Claire thought she saw the vaporizing mist from the warm condensation coming 
from their bodies. Her flared nostrils caught the odor of their sweating 
bodies. The salty pungent smell of their sensual discharges filled her head. 

Her body collapsed on top of Mike. Pinky's groin was curved about Claire's 
curvaceous ass. His head rested on her back. A zephyr of warm breath blew 
across her spine from Pinky's lips. It rippled along her spine, sending new 
chills into her twat. 

A sexual storm shook them. It had abated. The three of them were spent. They 
remained fused for several minutes. Fatigued, they waited for their strength 
to return and refresh them. Clair experienced a feeling of ecstatic 
euphoria. She was riding on cloud nine in an erotic vehicle of exhilaration. 

Pinky was the first to recover. He drew out his withered prong from her ass. 
Freed of his weight, Claire shifted her body off Mike's sex piece. The 
lascivious fever that burned inside of her was dissipating. Her body was 
returning to a normal temperature. 

The two boys discussed their carnal gratification in animated voices. Claire 
was an exciting piece of ass! She listened to their obscene praises, pleased 
with their reactions. At first, she had no use for them other than as 
instruments to serve her carnal appetite. On a social, cultural, 
intellectual basis, they were below her. They satisfied her depraved 
desires. Soon, they would serve as instruments of revenge. 

She was ready to resume fucking. Claire, you're getting to be a horny bitch! 
she told herself. You're supposed to act lady-like. Be offended by their 
acts of violent sex. Instead, you're a wanton hussy! 

I can't help myself! When their gorgeous cocks fill my hole, it's like 
petting a pussy-willow. When they shoot their gooey whipped cream into me, I 
just turn to mush. I just love it when that orgasm bubbles inside of my 
cunt. And when I have more than one! WOW! There's nothing like it! It's 
positively mind-blowing! 

In the midst of her soliloquy, Claire realized her parents might be worried. 
She told Mike she wanted to call home. From a pay phone where the call 
couldn't be traced. After that, return to the house for lunch and more sex. 
Mike agreed and suggested that they eat out since the day was a festive one. 

They returned in the early afternoon. Mike suggested they reverse the roles 
played in the morning. He wanted to fuck her ass while Pinky plowed her 
cunt. Any kind of fucking was receptive to Claire. However, she wanted 
something more exciting. A new position or sexual nuance to add variety to 
their licentious liaison. 

"How about something a little different?" she offered. "One of you takes my 
ass while I blow the other one. I'll use the vibrator on my cunt!" 

"Boy! You really dig being turned on!" Mike commented. "I'll sit this one 
out. I want to watch you flip out. You can take Pinky on first. I'll fuck 
you after he does." 

"Yeh!" Pinky exclaimed. "You can suck me off. I want to watch also." 

The thought of performing for them appealed to her. While she stimulated 
herself, they would become homier. Claire envisioned their excited 
reactions. Just talking about it started the initial erogenous tingles 
within her. 

When they returned, Claire and the boys removed their clothing. Their 
immediate disrobing seemed to be an unspoken procedure. They were ready to 
resume their orgiastic games. Good clean fun in the guise of erotic play was 
the order for the day! 

Pinky placed himself on the bed. Claire knelt between his splayed thighs. 
Mike plugged in the vibrator and handed it to Claire. The touch of the 
instrument on her hand sent a bolt of erotic lightning through her snatch. 
Her entire frame was struck with a voluptuous incandescence. 

She brought her face close to the shaped bullet-nosed cock. Her nose caught 
the odor of her asshole on Pinky's cock. The odor was faint but still 
present. It was fetid and she wrinkled her nose in mild loathing. 

Tilting her head forward, she flicked out her tongue in a tentative taste of 
the stiff candy-cane. There was a slight bitter flavor. The smell was a 
little like rotten eggs. Claire's face twisted in a grimace. Determined, she 
absorbed the cockhead in a quick swallow. She wanted to get it over with 
like taking bad tasting medicine. Once it was down, the after effects 
weren't so bad! 

The velvety tip of her tongue licked the corona of his shaft. After heavy 
licking on his dick, the taste and odor disappeared. Claire found the 
captive prick appetizing. Her lips maintained a tight grip on the partial 
immersion of his prick. Her tongue was an oral cork-screw as it spiraled 
about the rib of his dork. His prick was a strand of spaghetti sucked up 
until it was completely absorbed in her oral cavern. 

Claire touched her pussy with the humming vibrator. Her fingers trembled 
with the pulsating vibrations. She felt the boring tingles digging into her 
cunt. The palsied fingers massaged the naked puffy lips. Claire reached the 
moist inner lining of her vulva. She rubbed the sensitive pinkish-red flesh. 
The contact elicited new erogenous shudders of bliss. 

She closed her eyes in rapturous appreciation. Her nostrils sniffed in a 
deep inhalation. This voluptuous expression of sensual well-being was like 
drinking in the scent of fragrant flowers. Claire gyrated her pelvis in a 
sinuous grind. Her fingers shifted to seek her sensitive clitoris. Gripping 
the engorged venereal papule, she filled the root of her clitty with 
exquisite prickling tingles. The sensation filled the tiny node and 
penetrated below the base of her clitty. 

Her stuffed mouth prevented her from any vocal exclamation of sensual 
approval. Instead, Claire was limited to muffled moans and groans. "Mmmmfff! 
Hmmmffff!" 

Wild, wild! flashed across her mind. I have to get one of these gadgets! If 
I can't get cock to satisfy my desires, this is the next best thing! Maybe 
better! I can really get a good orgasm with it! 

Claire rocked back and forth on her knees in an erotic dance. Her hips 
rotated in an erratic pattern in tempo with the turbulent churning in her 
snatch. The groan of pleasure rumbled from her throat down to her chest. 
"Mmmmrrrr!" 

The vibrant tinglings tickled her erogenous nerve endings. It was a strong 
erotic itch that had to be scratched. Every fiber in Claire's body was on 
fire, generated by the heat of this carnal conflagration. A whimper of 
exquisite sensual anguish trickled from her clamped lips. "Nnnnrrrr!" 

Claire felt the rising level of her orgasm growing in her twat. She didn't 
want it to spill over yet. Her fingers left its tantalizing manipulation of 
her clitoris. Pinky's cock became her prime interest. She wanted him to 
climax first. An inspiration came to her. 

She brought the vibrating hand to his balls. Her palm cradled his nuts, 
sending the voluptuous tingles into his scrotum. His hips jerked at the 
unexpected innovation. He relaxed as the soothing pulsations passed from his 
balls to his hard prick. 

"Crazy! Crazeee!" he exclaimed in sensual approval. 'That's some fucken 
gadget! Keep sucking, baby! I'm gonna pop my nuts any minute!" 

He pumped his hips in coital thrusts. Her lips rubbed up and down his saliva 
coated shaft. Her oral movements matched his frantic fucking. Pinky reached 
down to crush her mouth deeper over his pumping cock. Claire gripped the 
base of his cock. Her hand gave his cock several rapid tugs to help the 
orgasm along. 

"Ahhrrr!" Pinky exclaimed in a fit of erotic rapture. "Suck it good!" he 
groaned through clenched teeth. 

He shoved his prick into her mouth in a final burst of passion. His emission 
of come wasn't as strong or profuse as his other ejaculation. She massaged 
his shrinking cock to coax it into discharging more juice. There was nothing 
more to coax out! Pinky lay on the bed, groaning low murmurs of pleasure. 

Claire relinquished her holds and concentrated on her own gratification. The 
vibrating fingers closed over her clitoris again. She gripped the slick node 
of ruddy flesh at the base. The clitoris was pulled taut. Her fingers tugged 
and shook the sensitive node. The stinging prickles emanating from her 
fingers and the masturbating technique soon had her system vibrant again. 

She felt a light-headedness taking hold. Claire was still on her knees, 
rocking back and forth. The two boys were gathered about her. Their rapt 
attention to her performance didn't inhibit her. All that mattered was the 
ultimate consummation of this lascivious fervor. 

"Oh, Jee-zus!" she exclaimed aloud. "This is fantastic! I'm coming like 
crazy! It's like someone turned the faucet on full force. It won't stop! It 
keeps coming!" 

The sensual sensitivity continued. Claire was able to stop it if she wanted. 
She preferred to keep the luxurious rapture alive. The provocative 
sensations filled her with a lustful intoxication. 

Her tits swung in a wild obscene dance as her body wriggled in an ecstatic 
gyration. Beads of perspiration trickled down her back and stomach. Her eyes 
were still closed to heighten the piquant joy of this moment. Wild groans of 
bliss poured from her lips. 

"Ohhhrrr! Ahhrrr! Ohhhrrr!" she uttered, her face flushed from the feverish 
erotic anguish that tantalized her tortured nerves. 

Claire was impervious to anything surrounding her. Nothing mattered except 
the repeated waves of carnal pleasure that flooded her cunt. She wasn't 
conscious of the copious discharge of come trickling along her thighs. 

She was transported into another world. A world of deep intoxicating 
passions that lifted her to a summit of extreme exhilaration. 

Peaks of her orgasms burst within her with explosive fury. Like a series of 
detonations, wave after wave of the physiological reaction exploded. Claire 
was driving herself to a point she couldn't endure anymore. Her mind was a 
taut string ready to snap apart at the point of maximum stress. 

Mike prevented her from gaining that point. He pulled the plug out of the 
socket. "You've had enough!" he snapped. He grabbed her hand and removed the 
vibrator. 

Claire collapsed on the floor. She had a vague awareness of what happened. 
Her clitoris and cunt continued to beat with extreme voluptuous pulsations. 

She had once struck a finger with a hammer. After the initial pain, the 
finger kept on throbbing with a dull pounding. She was experiencing the same 
dull throbbing in her snatch. Moans of exquisite tortured anguish rolled 
from her lips. Claire fought the dark shade of unconsciousness from being 
drawn. 

"Are you all right?" Mike asked, concern etched his question. "Don't pass 
out on me!" 

Her mind struggled with the heavy cobwebs that crowded her mind. "Get ... 
get me ... a ... drink!" she managed to say. 

Mike rushed out and returned with a filled glass. He knelt down beside her. 
Supporting her body, he brought the glass to her lips. The burning liquid 
had an instant effect. Claire swallowed and started coughing. Mike patted 
her on the back several times. The whisky helped to revive her to a normal 
state. 

"I think you better stick to straight fucking!" Mike chided her. "None of 
this fancy jerking off shit! You know! You almost passed out! That's the 
first time I ever saw anyone have an overdose of sex. For a minute, it 
looked like an O.D. of a horse. Man! You could've died!" 

"Yeh!" Claire replied. "What a way to go!" 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

They helped Claire onto the bed. She finished the rest of the drink. Pinky 
and Mike listened to her as she planned her revenge on her sorority sisters. 
It was a daring plan with surprising innovations. Mike made a list of the 
things needed for the caper. 

While Claire rested, Mike made phone calls to the rest of his gang. Their 
meeting was at his house at eight that night. After his calls, Claire called 
the campus. Ruth Talbot was still at the house. 

When Ruth answered, Claire heard the snobbish inflection in her voice. Well, 
you bitch, I'll soon fix that, she promised. 

Claire pretended she was captive and couldn't speak for too long. She urged 
Ruth not to call the police and to wait for another call later. Hanging up, 
Claire clapped her hands with glee. 

"I'll bet she's peeing in her pants!" she exclaimed to the boys. 

"You really got it in for her!" Mike observed. 

"I'd love to get it into her!" Claire retorted. "That bitch put me through 
hell. And I want that picture she has of me! Your guys are going to have 
some party tonight!" she promised. 

"I'm looking forward to it," he answered. "How do you feel? Think you 
oughtta get dressed?" 

She checked her wristwatch. "It's only 4:30! I have plenty of time! Besides, 
I'd like another favor from you!" 

"What's it gonna be this time?" he asked in mild sarcasm. "Rape your 
mother?" 

"Don't be so crude!" she admonished him. "After tonight, I may never see you 
again. When this term is over. I'm going to transfer to another college. 
I've had my fill of this place. 

"I would like to fuck you one more time. Only this time, I want you to make 
real love to me! You know! I want the kissing that goes with the fucking. 
Just as though we were real lovers." 

He gave her a strange look. "What the fuck hit you? What the hell is this 
love jazz about?" 

"Oh, come on! It won't kill you!" Claire taunted in a gentle tease. "I bet 
you can do it. It's ... it's just that I'm a romanticist. It would really 
give me something to remember you by!" 

"Well ... I don't know!' Mike hesitated. "That session of yours almost wiped 
you out." 

"Aw, don't worry!" she assured him. "I'm all right now. I can handle it. 
Remember! I want you to make love to me with all the trimmings." 

He got into bed alongside of her. "Okay! Let's go!" 

Mike stretched out an arm and Claire rolled into his embrace. She pressed 
her groin into his crotch. His cock was hard. She opened her thighs, letting 
his thick prick slide below her eager snatch. He pressed his mouth to her 
lips. Opening her mouth in a ravenous gesture, Claire accepted his exploring 
tongue. Her tongue rushed to meet his. The two tongues collided and embraced 
in a sensual erotic dance. 

He draped a hand over her hip and caught a handful of her ample backside. 
His fingers squeezed and fondled the soft asscheek. She moaned in rapturous 
pleasure. Her moan vibrated into his mouth like some echo chamber. She 
twisted her head slightly, grinding her mouth against his. Claire crushed 
her pelvis tighter against his groin. 

Mike moved his arm from her shoulder to a tit. He cupped her breast, 
kneading it like a lump of dough. Her body shifted closer in a sinuous 
wriggle. She removed his cock from its resting place. Claire rubbed his 
cockhead back and forth over her clitoris in a languid brush. An erotic 
tingle rippled in expanding circles, touching her spine. A thrilling chill 
shot up her spine like an express elevator. 

His mouth left her lips and fastened over a tit. He closed his teeth over 
the areola. She felt the erotic tug on her nipple from the oral suction of 
his sensual mouth. 

"Hsss!" She sucked in her breath at the oral pull on her nipple. 

Mike moved his hand from her buttock to her cunt. His hand brushed against 
her clitoris. The excessive abuse of her clitoris left it sensitive. 
"Huhhrr!" she gasped. He pulled his hand away in a quick jerk. "Does it hurt 
you?" he asked. 

"No! It's all right, I guess! Just take it easy when you touch it," she 
answered. "You can frig my hole if you like!" 

"Do you want to start the real thing?" he asked. 

"Not yet!" she replied. "I'd like to do a few things." 

She freed herself from his embrace. Sitting down in a straddle over his 
ankles, Claire leaned forward towards his stiffened pole. Her hands guided 
her tits, sandwiching his prick between them. She held the nipples against 
his cockhead. The rubbery nodes of her nipples scraped the silken flesh of 
the mushroom tip in a languorous sweep. 

The contact of her erogenous tips was like putting a plug into an outlet. 
Twin prongs go into a circuit and zip!-a surge of current goes through the 
machinery! Claire experienced a shocking charge shooting into her twat. The 
more she experimented, the more she found new ways to heighten her carnal 
pleasures. 

"Hey! That feels good!" Mike acknowledged. "For a broad that was just a 
virgin a few days ago, you sure learned fast!" 

"Blame it on a vivid imagination," she replied. "Besides, I'm trying to make 
up for lost time." 

She changed her position. Her ass rested on his chest. Raising her ass 
towards his face, Claire said, "Lick it!" She leaned towards his cock, 
rubbing the inside of his thighs with long caressing strokes. 

Mike accommodated her by placing the blade of his tongue inside the crack. 
His oral spatula swept along the half moon crescent of her ass. It brushed 
across the puckered brownish hole. He lingered on the crinkled orifice, 
jabbing it with the tip of his tongue. 

Claire reciprocated with sweeping licks over his balls and cock. She wanted 
to add as much variety to their foreplay as possible. In her fantasies, she 
had conjured up moments like this. None of the current nuances played a part 
in her dreams. With her new gained experience, Claire had developed 
aberrations of her own. She wanted to discover how exciting they were! 

They continued the foreplay for several minutes. She made certain not to 
tease his prick too much. Light enough to keep his cock rampant and his 
libido at a high pitch. 

Claire shifted her position once more. She squatted over his weapon. Her 
cunt began a slow descent. With her hands parting the puffy lips, she capped 
his cockhead. He was her knight in shining armor. He plunged his sword past 
the portals of her temple of love. Mike was ready to pledge his fidelity at 
her shrine. 

Her legs rested astride his hips like some fleshy saddle. The pommel of his 
fleshy saddle was imbedded deep within her snatch. He brought his knees up. 
She rested against his drawn up legs. 

"Hi yo Silver! Giddyap!" she called out. 

"If you're gonna ride, you better move your ass!" he retorted. "You're in 
the driver's seat." 

Her eyes were shut tight. She grimaced as though exerting some effort. 
Claire tried to contract her vaginal muscles. With concentrated effort, she 
managed the internal muscular spasm. It was a soft squeeze. Shit! This is 
great! she complimented herself. What a sensation! My cunt is pressing his 
dick like a wine press. That's going to be some champagne after I get 
through! 

First, the gentle squeeze as the muscle tightened over his cock. Then, the 
quick release followed by another gentle contraction. 

"Say! You didn't learn that at college!" he exclaimed. "Where did you pick 
that up?" 

"Like it? I read about it once in a sex manual. I used to think that stuff 
was dirty," she confessed. 

"What else did you learn from those books?" he asked. "Maybe you can teach 
me a few tricks! In two days, I've learned more tricks about fucking than 
I've done in twenty-one years." 

"Save the conversation for later," she chided him. "Use your breath for 
better things!" 

Claire rode up and down in a slow canter like a merry-go-round horse. She 
rose up, exposing part of his cock for a brief moment. On the descent, 
Mike's prick disappeared back into her venereal scabbard. Her asscheeks 
rubbed against his thighs as she wriggled in a provocative squirm. 

Her pelvis moved back and forth in an easy sway. She alternated her 
movements with her up and down thrusts. On each descending push, she pressed 
down hard. This brought his ramrod banging into her fleshy cuntal wall. From 
time to time, on the upstroke, Claire would flex her vaginal muscles, 
squeezing his cock in her delicious contraction. 

"That's the way, baby!" Mike encouraged her in a husky whisper. 

"Touch my clitty!" she ordered. "Rub it but take it easy!" 

He reached for the apex of her snatch. His fingers closed over her enflamed 
sensitive clitty. "It's okay, now!" she assured him. "You can play with it!" 

Mike caught the root of her clitty in a gentle grip. He pulled the papule 
taut, rolling the captured flesh between his thumb and forefinger. 

"Hsss!" A prolonged hiss escaped her lips. She felt the lascivious agitation 
tickling her cunny. 

"Ooooo! That's lovely! Just keep rubbing gently on my clitty," she 
instructed. "Start fucking me! Don't let me do all the work!" 

Her ass bounced up and down in a violent springing movement. As her body 
rose, Mike arched his hips, driving upward into her cunt. He shifted back as 
she thrusted downward. Her snatch rubbed across his cock creating friction. 
She was a woodsman rubbing two sticks together to make fire! The friction of 
their venereal rubbing brought a spark! 

Mike's prick was a fuse. The spark ignited it. Now lit, the ignited fuse 
traveled to the powder keg, his scrotum. Deep within his balls, the 
explosion shot his come up through his penile cannon. 

That's good, she told herself. I made him come quickly this time. I'm 
getting better. 

Her vaginal muscles resumed the squeezing contractions in an effort to milk 
his prick. She continued to ride his shrinking cock. Claire wanted to come 
before his prick lost all of its hardness. 

What a strange sensation! she mused. His cock is soft already! I made him 
come too soon. I'll have to pace myself. It's no fun sitting on a flabby 
cock. A joke she heard occurred to her and she laughed. 

"What's so funny?" Mike asked, a trace of annoyance in his voice. 

"I just thought of a joke. I wasn't laughing at you," she answered. "Do you 
know what the bad girl said to the good girl?" 

"No! I give up! What's the gag?" he answered. 

"The bad girl said to the good girl, 'Gee, it must be hard to be good!' and 
the good girl said to the bad girl, 'It has to be hard to be good!"' Claire 
told him. 

"It sounds like you're making fun of me!" Mike said, his face clouding up. 

"Aw!" she exclaimed in mild disgust. "I've lost the urge! Forget it! The 
whole thing was a crazy idea to begin with!" she separated herself from him. 

"You tryin' to say I didn't give you a good fuck?" he challenged her in an 
angry tone. 

Claire was quick to evaluate the situation. Her licentious dream was turning 
into a nightmare. She needed Mike and his gang for her revenge. She couldn't 
antagonize him now. 

"No, no! You have it all wrong, Mike! Like I told you! I'm a romanticist and 
had a crazy whim," she hurried to pacify him. "I'm sorry! Forget it!" 

"Okay!" he conceded grudgingly. "What do we do now?" 

"Hey! I got an idea!" Pinky suggested. "This babe digs kooky kinds of 
fucking! I got a good one for her!" 

Pinky's comment intrigued her. She was cheated out of an exciting orgasm. It 
had been her fault. A second chance was being presented. Whatever Pinky's 
idea was, Claire was ready to try it. 

"What's the position?" she asked, her voice betraying her eagerness. 

"I sit on a chair and fuck you in the ass," Pinky explained. "While I'm 
doing that, Mike frigs your cunt. That oughtta make you pop your nuts! 
Whaddya think?" 

It appealed to her. She was getting another opportunity to reach a 
voluptuous climax. That was the important thing! 

Claire found the lubricant and coated Pinky's dick with a layer of it. She 
presented her ass for his penetration. Her hands splayed her asscheeks as 
she lowered her buns over his stiff rod. He guided his cock, pressing the 
crown into the sphincter. She pushed down while he shoved upward. 

His greasy pole skidded without difficulty into her anal canal. It was a 
snug fit. She was sitting in his lap with his cock imbedded deep in her ass. 
Claire opened her thighs, inviting Mike to start frigging her. 

Mike resumed the tactile manipulation of her clitty. Claire arched her back, 
thrusting her tits and pelvis forward. She reached for her tits. Her fingers 
clasped each nipple and mashed them with a gentle rubbing squeeze. All her 
erogenous circuits were hooked up. The pulsating currents scurried about her 
nervous system. She felt the frantic movements of the sensations rushing 
along her bloodstream. 

Pinky held her hips in a tight grip to prevent losing his lock on her ass. 
Claire was riding up and down his cock in an ebullient mood. The shuttling 
prick in her ass elicited a lascivious tingle in her twat. She didn't think 
this kind of sexual contact could effect such a sensation. Unless, it was 
due to the combined stimulation! 

"Ohhmmm!" she groaned. She opened her mouth to suck in large draughts of 
air. "Hahhrrr!" Claire exhaled in an expressive sigh of rapture. Her carnal 
appetite grew. She reached out and took hold of Mike's hard-on. The touch of 
his hot poker increased her burning passion. 

She tugged his prick, matching his venereal massage with her own. The tempo 
of her cock pulling increased, letting him know she wanted him to frig her 
faster. Her impaled ass rocked with a faster cadence. Her buttocks rose in a 
partial ascent, Claire's pelvis shifted back and forth in a frenzied coital 
motion. She sat down and drove Pinky's cock back into full penetration. Her 
hips continued to rock in a frantic undulation. 

Within the tight confines of her rectal sheath, the teased prick responded 
to her licentious urgings. Her rectal muscles felt the convulsive spasms as 
the molten lava of his jism erupted. 

Her own orgasm was approaching the ultimate fulfillment. "I'm almost there!" 
she exclaimed in urgent tones. "Keep rubbing! A little faster, faster!" 

Claire tugged Mike's prick in short hurried strokes to lend incentive to her 
exhortation. 

"Oh, yes! Yessss! Now, now! Here it comes! I'm coming, I'M COMMMINNGG! 
YAHRRGGRRrrr!" she cried out in a shout of tortured anguish tinged with the 
exquisite ecstasy of sensuous rapture. 

Her cunt pulsated with the piquant throbs of multiple orgasms. They're 
getting better and better each time, she agreed with herself. Mike's going 
to shoot his load and I don't want to lose any of it. 

At the first contraction of his ejaculation, Claire clamped her fist over 
his spasming cock. The sticky globs of sperm filled her palm. The hot sticky 
come reminded her of hot fudge poured over a sundae. She waited until his 
fleshy squirter finished decorating her palm. After squeezing out the last 
drip, she brought his come to her lips. Her rapacious tongue licked up the 
glutinous mass. 

Claire caught sight of the residue remaining on the cockhead. Shaking free 
of Pinky's withered dick, she knelt in front of Mike. Her lips closed about 
the disappearing cockhead. She sucked off the last vestiges of his come in 
noisy hungry licks. 

"Look, Claire!" Mike said. "I've screwed a lot of hot broads but you take 
the prize! I enjoy getting laid but enough's enough. We can't spend the 
whole day and night fucking around! If we keep it up like this, we won't 
have the strength to pull off this job tonight!" 

Her eyes closed in creamy contemplation. You may not be able to fuck day and 
night, but I can! I wish we had your whole gang here now! I'd show you what 
fucking is! All you guys do is get your rocks off when you fuck! Do you 
appreciate the fantastic sensations? The creamy taste of hot come or the way 
a cock tingles upon contact when it rubs against my cunt! 

"Hey, Claire, I'm talking to you!" Mike was shouting at her. She came out of 
her reverie. "I never seen anyone that's into screwing as much as you! How 
about tonight?" 

"What about tonight?" she asked, annoyed at being disturbed during her 
wool-gathering. 

"Do you think we'll have any flack?" Mike asked. 

She shrugged her shoulders. "Nothing guaranteed but death and taxes. You 
know what Bobbie Burns said!" 

"Who's he? A baseball player?" Pinky asked. 

Claire flashed a disdainful look at him. "No, you jerk! He was a writer who 
said that the best laid plans of mice and men can get fucked up!" 

"That still doesn't answer my question!" Mike's voice showed his irritation. 

She gave him a big smile. "It's going to be a piece of cake. We're going to 
have a lot of fun and games tonight!" 

"It better be!" Mike warned ominously. "Or it's going to be your ass!" 

Claire grinned mischievously. "Is that a threat or an offer!" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

The nine nondescript boys were gathered about the kitchen table as Mike 
outlined Claire's plan. From time to time, their eyes shifted to Claire. 
Acting on Mike's instructions, she avoided any visual contact. He didn't 
want them distracted. The mission she planned had to work without any 
problems. 

He repeated the outline twice and questioned them to make certain they 
understood. His comment about the group getting laid elicited favorable 
comments. Most of the remarks were obscene. None of the group was bashful in 
front of Claire. A smile played on her face in response to some of the 
remarks. She couldn't wait for it to happen! 

"Remember! I don't want anyone fucking up this gig! One mistake and we'll 
all be doing time!" Mike warned them. "Okay! Let's move it out! Pinky stays 
with the girl. They'll join us later!" 

Mike turned to Pinky. "And don't stop for another piece of ass with this 
horny babe! As soon as she makes her call, get her ass out of here!" 

Pinky grinned, nodding his head. "Don't worry! I want to see those other 
buns!" 

Outside, a motor started up. Claire looked at Pinky. "We've got fifteen 
minutes before I make the call. How about a quickie?" she asked in a 
tempting voice. 

Pinky shook his head. "You heard Mike! No fucking around! No kidding! Are 
there a lot of broads at that sorority who like to fuck?" 

"Wait until we get there! You'll find out for yourself!" She looked at her 
wristwatch. "Six minutes to go! How about if I just suck you off with your 
clothes on?" she persisted. 

"I'm gonna take a leak. Behave yourself while I'm gone," he replied. 

"Can I watch? I never saw a guy take a leak before! Maybe, I can hold it for 
you!" she said. 

He shook his head vigorously. "Boy! You never give up!" Pinky left the room. 
When he returned, Claire was dialing. 

Claire reached Ruth and explained the situation. She had been kidnapped. The 
girls were not to call the police. At that moment, someone would knock on 
the door. Ruth and the girls were to co-operate or else the gang would do 
bad things to Claire. 

Claire injected the right inflections of fear and urgency. She handed the 
phone to Pinky. 

"We mean business!" he tried to sound threatening. "So you better do as she 
says or else!" He slammed the receiver down. "Okay! Let's go!" 

She felt an ecstatic exhilaration as the plan took shape. Her body tingled 
from the growing excitement. An itch started in her cunt. It wasn't like the 
erotic tickle she knew during contemplation of lustful desires. Yet, the 
itching was present! Perhaps, it was due to the orgiastic scene she would 
soon witness! 

Sitting alongside of Pinky, Claire envisioned what she was going to do to 
Ruth and the other sisters. Pinky chuckled. "That's gonna be sumpin' They're 
gonna drive those broads around blindfolded in a truck and bring them back 
to their own place. And then when we get there, the fun is gonna start! I 
can't wait until we get there!" 

Claire couldn't wait either! All the abuse she had suffered at Ruth's hand 
would be avenged! She suffered indignities and humiliation! The only good 
that came from her experiences was the sex aspect. Claire was thankful for 
it but the other factors could not be forgiven. 

She saw the lights of the campus grounds and guided Pinky to the Iota's 
house. The van was not in sight. They went inside and Claire brought Pinky 
down to the meeting room. Turning on the lights, she looked around. This was 
where it all began! The altar where she had been violated and the lewd 
insignia of the sorority were silent reminders of why she was there. 

They heard voices. Mike and his gang were guiding the girls down into the 
room. Claire almost laughed at the sight of the blindfolded girls and their 
frightened appearance. It was time for the charade to continue. 

Claire identified herself, calling out to Ruth and the others. Each assured 
the other everything would be all right. 

"Okay, girls, strip!" Mike ordered. "I want you girls bare-assed!" 

Claire enjoyed the vocal protests. At a signal from Mike, each of the 
captive girls were jabbed with a knife. 

"You got five minutes to take them threads off or else, we'll cut them off!" 
he threatened. 

A rustle of clothing followed as the girls removed their clothes. They stood 
helpless, naked, their eyes bound. Their heads swiveled at different sounds. 
Claire watched their frightened responses. She pointed at Ruth. Pinky and 
Mike grabbed her and carried her to the altar. 

"What ... what are you going to do to me?" Ruth cried out. Her voice rose in 
hysterical panic. "Please ... please don't ... don't hurt me!" she pleaded. 
"My ... my parents have money! I'll ... I'll give you anything you want. 
Only don't hurt me!" Her voice trailed off in a wail. 

The other girls stirred in anxious trepidation. 

"Just relax, girls!" Mike called out. "No one's going to get hurt unless you 
do something foolish. Just take it easy and hold your water!" 

Ruth was bound to the altar, face down. She was positioned for an ass 
beating. Claire approached them. She reached out and caressed Ruth's ass. 
How silky soft her skin was! Soon it will feel my wrath! 

At Claire's touch, Ruth flinched. Her body squirmed in fearful anticipation 
of some dreadful act about to occur. 

"Please, oh, don't!" Ruth wailed. "Don't hurt me!" 

"That's not the way a pledge should act!" Claire broke her silence. "You're 
going to be initiated into a fraternity now. We're going to let you play in 
the big leagues. That is, if you can take it!" 

Realization of the hoax dawned on Ruth. She struggled at her bonds, swearing 
obscenely at Claire. Claire responded in an affected solicitous tone. The 
initial anger wore off. Her attitude made Ruth realize she was antagonizing 
Claire. Instead, she tried to placate Claire, to charm her into being 
forgiving. 

Claire found the paddles used on her ass. WHACKK! She brought the wooden 
instrument crashing against the unprotected buttock. "YOWCHH!" Ruth cried 
out in pain. 

A broad panel of red appeared across the two white buttocks. Ruth's body 
convulsed from the force of the blow. She jerked and twisted at the 
restraints holding her down. 

The blindfold absorbed the tears evidenced in her as she pleaded with 
Claire. "Please, please, Claire, don't hurt me anymore! I'll give you back 
the pictures. I'll give you anything you want! But stop! No more!" 

Claire was enjoying this moment. A wild exhilaration intoxicated her mind. 
WHACKK! WHACKK! She swung the paddle two more times. Ruth cried out in 
excruciating agony. Each blow ripped a cry of suffering from her throat. Her 
ass was a flaming red now! Claire struck the burning ass three more times. 

Ruth was hysterical, her cries of pain were mingled alternately with pleas 
for release and obscene curses. 

Claire held her hand close to the fiery red flesh. She could almost feel the 
heat emanating from the tortured buttocks. In spite of her avenging spirit, 
Claire remained in control of her emotions. She was vindictive but not 
vicious. There was no point in trying to maim Ruth. All Claire wanted was 
the satisfaction of returning the pain and humiliation heaped upon her. 

"Keep on swearing like that and I'll wash your mouth out with soap," Claire 
threatened. The warning quieted Ruth who continued to sob from the pain. 

"I think you're going to like this improvisation I made on your initiation," 
Claire told her. "Get her stretched out on the altar!" she told the boys. 

Ruth was shifted to a supine position. She kept arching her back to keep her 
battered ass from touching the bed of the altar. Claire produced the 
vibrator and plugged it in. She handed it to Mike. "Be my guest!" she told 
him. 

The vibrator hummed into action. Claire watched in fascinated excitement as 
Mike's hand rolled about Ruth's bush. Witnessing the erotic play, Claire 
felt the moisture gathering in her crotch. She was aware of a salacious 
tickle inciting her pussy. Her thighs rubbed together in an attempt to 
lessen the increasing vaginal titillation. The reprisal was important for 
the moment! There would be time for more sex later! 

Claire relished this moment. Ruth's body thrashed from the tingling 
pulsations emanating from the vibrator. Her ass bounced against the altar. 
She cried out, half in pain, half in ecstasy! 

"OW! OW! Oh, Oh! It hurts! Oh! My cunt! It feels good! That thing is crazy! 
I can feel it coming! Oh! It tickles! My cunt is falling asleep! It feels 
like you got needles sticking in me!" Disoriented phrases tumbled from her 
lips. 

Claire grinned. "See! I want you to enjoy this initiation. Isn't this fun?" 

Ruth's body twisted and writhed from the disturbing effects of the vibrator. 
The erotic provocation had captured her body. She was being tortured with 
exquisite tingling darts. Claire appreciated the reaction induced by this 
stimulating gadget. 

"Oh, Oh! I'm coming, I'm coming!" Ruth announced in rapturous animation. 
"Here ... it ... comes!" Her exclamation was punctuated with frenzied body 
gyrations. "Oh, Christ, stop, stop! I can't take anymore. It's driving me 
crazy! No more!" 

Mike removed his hand. Ruth continued to thrash while her body was still in 
the throes of erotic rapture. 

Claire stepped forward and removed the blindfold. She gazed down into Ruth's 
face. Ruth's eyes were closed. The bright lights in the room bothered her 
after the prolonged absence of sight. Claire waited until she opened her 
eyes. 

"Just a few more things and we'll take care of the others," she told Ruth. 
"First, I want to have my own picture of this wonderful occasion." 

Mike and Pinky had removed their clothes. They held her suspended between 
them. Ruth's arms embraced their necks. Each had a hand on a cuntal lip to 
spread it open. One of the other sisters held a cup under Ruth's gaping 
twat. While Ruth posed this way with a forced smile on her face, Claire 
snapped the picture. The camera was one of the items on Claire's list. She 
had plans for some of the others as well. 

After the picture, Ruth was given to Pinky and Mike to be fucked at the same 
time. The blindfolds were removed from the other sisters' eyes. Claire 
wanted them to witness Ruth's further humiliation. It was also a good way to 
scare them a little. Aside from the actual physical punishment during an 
initiation, part of the ceremony required a certain amount of mental 
torture. Fear was installed through guarded hints of dire things to come. 

Claire doubted the possibility of all the other girls being serviced the 
same way. Fear never made anyone think in any rational manner. 

Ruth repeated her protests, begging to be left alone. Her pleas fell on deaf 
ears. 

Pinky stretched out on the floor. Ruth was ordered to position herself on 
top of him. Her cunt was guided over his hard-on. Once they were linked up, 
Mike knelt in back of her ass to fuse himself into her ass. Ruth cried out 
in pain. The contact of Mike's body aggravated her still flaming butt. 

Everyone was now a spectator to the thrashing bodies on the floor. Both Mike 
and Pinky acted as though the violation of Ruth's body was a chore. Their 
bodies jerked in coital thrusts. Their tempo was hurried. Claire was amused 
at their efforts. It appeared to be a race to see which one would come 
first. The only one who seemed to be enjoying the act was Ruth. 

Groans of ecstatic approval rose from her lips. 

"Ohhrrrr! Ahrrr!" Her frame kept pace with their penile cadence. Her ass and 
pelvis moved in synchronization with their movements. 

"Mmmmm! That's good!" Ruth murmured. "Keep it up, keep it up! I'm going to 
come, I'm going to come! Ooooo! I'm coming, it's coming out of me! Oh! Oh! 
AHHHRRRR!" 

Claire watched Ruth in a wanton display of licentious approval. Damn! That 
bitch is enjoying it! I want her to suffer a little more! The sentiments ran 
through her mind. What else can I dream up for this bunch? 

She witnessed Mike and Pinky pumping in frantic animation. Any moment, their 
creamy aliment would be spilling into Ruth's twin holes. Claire wished it 
was her cunt and ass being filled. She knew by their shuddering bodies and 
final thrusts that the hot come was pouring out. 

Claire enjoyed the role she was playing. For the time being, she was 
finished with Ruth. The others had to endure the indignities she planned for 
them. 

The basement room had a tape recorder and player. Claire had it turned on. 
"I know you girls like to entertain," she told the group. "So while your 
guests get comfortable by undressing, I think you girls should do a little 
dance. Put some life into your dancing! These boys like to see a real sexy 
dance. Don't disappoint them! Anyone caught not dancing real sexy is going 
to catch hell!" 

There were sounds of mild protest from the group. She answered them with 
angry glares. Her facial expression warned them to forget the objections. A 
few began half-hearted movements. 

"Come on!" Claire demanded. "You can do better! Let's see you shake those 
asses and tits!" 

The girls began to move with more animation. Claire gazed about the room. It 
looked like a mob scene at an orgy. Mike's gang were standing around, their 
hard-ons very much in evidence. They looked like attack dogs waiting for the 
signal word. Each knew he would wind up fucking one of the girls. They stood 
watching the sensual gyrations of the girls dancing in the center of the 
room. 

Claire watched their movements for several minutes. "Stop the music!" she 
ordered. One of the boys switched off the player. 

"I said a sexy dance!" Claire addressed the girls. "You're all trying to do 
the same dance! This is a kind of contest. The winner may wind up leaving 
this room without any scars. So, you see, it's important to be real sexy! 
Get the idea! Start the music again!" 

The music began and the girls moved about in an attempt to please Claire. 
Their bodies shook in frenzied twists. Tits bounced in erratic play while 
their hips bumps in lascivious invitation. 

The boy's eyes gleamed with carnal lust. Their rapt attention was focused on 
the undulations of the naked bodies dancing in front of them. Each of the 
girls was trying to outdo the other in a sexy dance. No two moved alike! 

Claire stopped the music. She ordered each girl to pass in front of the 
waiting boys to be judged. The basis of evaluation was how they performed 
during the dance their appearance. One girl was selected. The girl was given 
the option of sitting off in a corner or becoming involved. 

"This is my farewell to your wonderful sorority," Claire addressed them. 
"You've had your fun and now I'm having mine. I'll be transferring from this 
wonderful college at the end of the term. So, I won't be seeing you except 
for classes after this vacation recess. I wouldn't suggest any attempt to 
get even. As far as I'm concerned, this matter is settled. Have fun!" 

She turned her back and left. Whoops of joy mixed with squeals from the 
girls reached her ears. Suddenly, Claire felt very disconsolate. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Claire bundled herself up as she walked across the campus. The snow was 
crisp underfoot and the night air invigorating. She trudged along, feeling 
sorry for herself. 

That was a stupid thing to do, she remonstrated with herself. You're not 
really like that. What should I have done? she queried her conscience. 
Return good for bad! Don't hand me that sanctimonious crap! Leave me alone! 

She kept walking without any direction. Claire didn't realize the direction 
she was taking. She walked about a mile from the campus along a lonely road. 
A weak cry for help came from the direction of a nearby woods. Without any 
thought of danger, Claire hurried towards the cry. 

'Where are you?" she called out. 

"Over here! Hurry!" the voice answered. 

Guided by the response, Claire headed in the direction of the voice. She 
came upon a boy tied to a tree. She could just about make him out. 

"Hurry, get me loose!" he instructed her. His teeth chattered. It was 
obvious he had been out in the cold for some time. 

As Claire tried to loosen his bonds, she asked, "What happened?" Without 
waiting for a reply, she answered, "Don't tell me! You're being hazed by 
some fraternity!" 

'Yeh! Those bastards! I could've froze my ass off out here!" he answered. 
His bitter response was interrupted by his chattering teeth. 

She reached for his hands and rubbed them to get the circulation in them. "I 
think you need a hot drink and a place to warm up. Are you staying in a dorm 
at Denman?" she asked. 

"Denman College? Shit! I'm from Jackson University. That's over twenty miles 
from here!" he replied. 

"I know how you feel! If you can stand it a little while longer. I've got a 
place for you to recuperate," she offered. 

Claire couldn't get a dorm room when she registered. Instead, she was able 
to rent a basement apartment in a private house. It had its own private 
entrance. She intended to sneak her find into her room. There was a small 
hotplate in the apartment. She'd make him some hot chocolate or tea. At 
least she found a kindred spirit with whom she could commiserate. 

She led the way, supporting the pathetic shivering figure. Claire didn't 
know what he looked like but his voice sounded nice when it wasn't 
quivering. As they neared her place, she warned him to keep his voice low. 
Opening the door, she hurried him in and locked the door. 

With the light switched on, Claire examined her rescued pledge. He was tall, 
blond, and passable for looks. He stood shivering, waiting for her to do 
something. 

"Hold your hands under cold water for a while to help get rid of the chill. 
I'll make you some hot chocolate," she offered. "I have a heavy quilt on my 
bed. You can take off those clothes and get under the covers and warm up. 
Unless you're the bashful type!" 

"Hell, no! I'm not bashful. Thanks! You're a real life saver! By the way, 
the name is Barry DeLuca. What's yours?" he asked. 

"Claire! Claire Rogers! I'm glad I found you," she answered. In response to 
his question, she replied, 'The john is that little room that looks like a 
closet. You can't miss it." 

While she was heating the water, she heard his pissing in the bathroom. His 
back teeth must have been floating, she speculated from the sound of the 
long leak. She turned to catch his underwear clad figure heading for her 
bed. A funny thought occurred to her. Barry's situation was almost the same 
as hers. Only this time, he was the one to be seduced! 

She brought two cups of the steaming liquid to the bed. There were some 
cookies on the tray also. 

"Sorry, I can't offer you more," she apologized. "I don't have much in the 
way of food. I've some cans of tuna and some American cheese, if that will 
help. I bet you haven't eaten for some time." 

"Thanks! You're right! If it's not too much trouble, I'll have some tuna and 
cheese," he said. 

She watched him bolt down the food, Claire studied him. He's not a bad 
looking guy! I'd like to fuck him! I wonder what his cock is like! Maybe 
he's a virgin! That would be something! Me, screwing a virgin! Well, there's 
only one way to find out! 

The thought of having sex with her guest aroused Claire's salacious 
inclinations. Her cunt started to salivate in anticipation of the meat it 
would soon be fed. A licentious itch tickled her venereal entrails. Her mind 
tried to make up the best approach to the situation. 

She cleared her throat. "Do you know that routine about the guy who says, 
'I'm a man of few words. Do you or don't you?'" she asked. 

Barry looked at her. "Your place or my place?" he continued the routine. 
"But the guy turns the girl down for taking so long to make up her mind." 

"Hell! I ain't turning you down!" she replied. "Give me a few minutes and 
I'll warm you up." 

She shucked her sweater in a hurry. Within seconds, Claire stepped out and 
discarded her skirt, The bra was abandoned after she uncovered her tits. She 
tugged off her brief panties. Barry's eyes widened as he caught sight of her 
shaven pudenda. 

"How come the new look?" he asked. 

"It's for guys that eat pussy and don't like the hair," she bantered. "Or 
don't you dig fancy fucking?" 

"Get in bed and I'll show you!" he replied. 

She raised the quilt and caught sight of his cock peeking out from the slit 
in his boxer shorts. It was adequate for her needs. Claire slipped in bed 
and snuggled up close to him. 

He placed one arm under her and embraced her. Their lips met and welded 
together. Barry's tongue was moving past her parted lips, seeking her 
tongue. She tasted the flavor of the tuna, cheese, and hot chocolate as his 
tongue brushed hers. Barry tried to suck her tongue into his mouth. Claire 
responded to the deep passionate kissing. She played a game of lingual tag. 
Her tongue bumped his and swirled about his as he tried to capture it. 

This was the kind of love-making Claire wanted. Her hand drifted down to his 
waiting erection. The flesh wasn't as hot as she expected. He was still 
cold! Well, she would take care of that soon enough! 

As they kissed, Barry's hand was on a tit. He squeezed the resilient flesh, 
testing the spongy boob. She murmured in joyful appreciation. She felt the 
vibration bounce in his mouth and return to hers. Even the kissing was 
thrilling! 

He released his hold on her tit. He substituted his mouth. Claire closed her 
eyes in rapturous delight while he suckled the ruby nipple. A soft moan of 
pleasure rumbled in her throat. "Ahhrrr!" 

Mike had tried to make love like this to her. There was no comparison! 
Barry's technique was more tender and thrilling. She was amazed at the 
difference in similar methods. Her fingers slipped past the shaft and palmed 
his balls. His nuts seemed full as though he had a big load stored up, 
waiting to be unleashed. 

His free hand moved across her stomach down to her cunt. A finger traced a 
hot trail across the shaved puffy outer lips. He dipped his finger into the 
venereal slit. The digital explorer slid across the slippery folds of 
pinkish-red flesh of her vulva. It passed into the throat of her cunt. Barry 
began a slow frigging motion, letting the finger make a partial withdrawal, 
then pushing it back again. 

His hand trailed down between her thighs and reached for the crevice between 
her ass. What a touch! she exclaimed in silent approval. He just touches me 
and I get goose-bumpy all over! He really turns me on! We're just muzzling 
around and I'm creaming! What a hunk of hard meat! I'll bet he's got a 
wicked cock! It's like iron! Probably harder than the others who fucked me! 

And his balls! Wow! He must have a load there to drown a navy! He's going to 
be mine all night! Were gonna have a real ball! 

Claire twisted in a sinuous grind. She drew his prick towards her cunt. 
Barry's cockhead rubbed across her clitty as she guided the fleshy missile. 
The satiny ruby crown nuzzled the rigid node of her erogenous flesh. She 
sensed the clitty tip touching the peehole of the cock. 

It struck her as amusing. Imagine using her female penile identification and 
trying to fuck his prick! The tiny orifice made a partial surrender as it 
widened a little. It wasn't large enough to allow any kind of penetration. 
The contact did evoke a licentious thrill. 

She didn't want him to come yet. Claire stopped this foreplay. His mouth 
made soft slurping sounds while he sucked her succulent tit. The sounds of 
his oral appreciation of her luscious tit increased her erotic thrills. The 
strong pull of his mouth on her nipple stretched it taut. His tongue flipped 
across the springy nipple in a series of rapid flicks. 

Each time his tongue abraded the tip, Claire felt a minor depth charge 
bursting in her cunt. The sensation descended with a chilling acceleration 
into the bowels of her snatch. 

"How about a little snack?" Claire suggested. 

"Who can eat food now?" he replied. 

"I didn't mean that kind of snack!" she retorted. 

Barry tossed back the quilt and removed his underwear. He inverted his body, 
turning Claire on her side. Even the way he intended to suck her off excited 
Claire. She reached for his cock to study it better. 

Barry's prick was a sculptured piece of flesh. He was circumcised. It had a 
perfect parabolic shape. His prick was more alluring than Pinky's. Claire's 
eyes glistened in lustful contemplation of the devastating lightning rod 
before her. She could almost feel the tremendous erotic force harnessed 
there. 

She ducked her head down, letting her lips brush over the ruby corona. It 
was a tentative gesture, an indication of pleasures she would soon bestow on 
his waiting dick. Claire pressed her mouth in a soft caress over the tip. 
With a strong sucking pull, she vacuumed his prick between her loving lips. 
First, the head disappeared, followed by his shaft. 

A murmur of passionate rapture filtered across the imprisoned cock. "Mmmmm! 
Sweet like sugar! What a delicious dick! I can't wait until he lets loose 
with his come. I'll bet it tastes like honey! Her tongue made a series of 
long slow licks to increase the lusting desires that prodded her carnal 
hunger. 

Her palms swept along the inside of Barry's thighs in a gentle caress. 
Claire's mouth continued to exhibit her loving oral massage. She released 
the lingual grip. Her tongue slid down the length of his shaft. The 
tantalizing tongue was a light brush over his bloated scrotum. She treated 
each one with a tender kiss. 

Each of Barry's balls was absorbed between her lascivious lips. One by one, 
Claire lathered his nuts with her saliva. She lavished loving licks over the 
egg-shaped spheres. Her moist tongue slipped behind his balls and trailed 
along his perineum. 

Her nose caught the scent of the fetid odor of his ass. It didn't matter! 
She could tolerate the smell for the sake of her libidinous inclinations. 
Claire's tongue slid into the gluteal cleft searching for his asshole. She 
found the crinkled brownish hole. Her oral explorer rolled around the 
perimeter of the tightly closed orifice. 

The tip of her tongue tried to penetrate the sphincter. Little whimpering 
sounds of erotic bliss sounded in Barry's throat. She was turning him on and 
loving every moment of it. 

Claire parted his asscheeks and pushed a finger into the sepia cavity. Her 
finger strayed along the tight anal canal. The soft moist muscles of his 
rectum held her finger in a loving embrace. She likened the feeling to 
touching custard. Only the custard was warm and comfortable. 

The imbedded digit moved back and forth in a series of slow thrusts. 

Barry wasn't idle during her amatory display. 

His hands rested on her hips while his tongue reciprocated her efforts with 
his own ardent display. He moved his moist mouth over the entire outer 
portion of her cunt. His saliva covered her quim with a thick coat. Sticking 
his oral blade into her slit, Barry used his tongue like a cock. He slid it 
in and out in a languid draw. 

His hands moved to her buttocks. He cupped the firm globes of ivory flesh 
and fondled them with gentle squeezes. Claire's ass was treated to a 
stimulating massage. 

Her cunt was oozing with the licentious perspiration of an aroused pussy. 
His saliva added to the heavy dampness in her cunt. Claire's wanton desire 
was due to the lascivious longings Barry's tongue was creating as well as 
her desire to satisfy him. 

His tongue had explored every part of the velvety slick interior of her 
twat, rolled around the sphincter of her vagina, the tip trying to press 
into the funnel-like interior. Unsuccessful, the tongue retreated and 
concentrated on the clitoris. 

Claire arched her back. She was trying to press his ravenous mouth deeper 
against her quim. Her body jerked as he managed to insert a finger into her 
asshole and cunt. The twin digital penetration began its erotic stimulation. 

"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!" she murmured in a soft moan of ecstatic approval. She 
exhaled warm breath, blowing it against his rigid dick. 

She resumed her oral worshipping of his cock. Her sheathed teeth nibbled up 
and down the length of his quivering prick. Claire absorbed the reddened 
stiff flesh and subjected it to a series of tantalizing licks that spiraled 
about the shaft. His prick was a Maypole and her tongue danced about it in 
exuberant swirls. 

Barry's mouth made her snatch ache with passionate longing. Claire wanted to 
have his prick pumping in her. It would be wild having his creamy jism 
foaming in my cunt. I can't wait anymore! I have to have him come! I want to 
taste his load! 

Claire began to suck his hard-on with stronger suction. Her finger 
accelerated its pistoning thrusts. Barry responded with equal sensual 
stimulation. His two fingers frigged the twin holes with ardent 
determination. 

His lips were fastened to her clitoris. He held the erogenous papule tight 
as Claire's pelvis pumped in feverish rapture. The pulsating throbs grew 
stronger in her loins. Her nostrils flared as her excited breathing agitated 
her respiration. She was breathing heavy from the effort of breathing 
through closed lips and the exquisite ecstasy induced by his tantalizing 
torments. 

"Uhhrrr, Uhhrrr! The grunts quivered from her lips. 

Barry's combined stimulation intensified the carnal rapture that engulfed 
her. Her pelvis writhed with the mounting delirium of sensual intoxication. 
Claire's frenzied movements caused him to grab her asscheeks. He held her 
buttocks so that her clitoris wouldn't be injured during her thrashing. His 
mouth maintained its grip on the venereal node. 

Claire's sentient cunt filled up with stronger throbs. The pyrotechnics were 
ready to go off. An internal whoosh shot upward from her quim, traveling 
with an accelerated piquancy along her spine. The flaming colored balls 
exploded just as the orgasm ripped through the bowels of her coosy. 

Her spigot-less faucet poured a heavy effusion of musky salty come into 
Barry's mouth. His eager mouth was fastened to her cuntal lips. He sucked 
with heavy draughts to slake his lustful thirst. The vacuuming suction of 
his efforts drained her overflowing fountain. 

She wanted to scream with ecstatic joy at the titillating intoxication. It 
was difficult with his gushing tube flushing her throat with a thick 
abundance of his luscious whipped cream. His cock pulsated with strong 
contractions. Each spasm sent a heavy squirt of the delicious glutinous 
liquid her lusting appetite craved. 

She savored the delectable flavor of his semen. Mmmm! What a load! He 
must've been saving it up for year! And the taste! Real rich and gooey like 
Boston Cream Pie! I hope he has more left for my aching cunt! 

Claire and Barry continued to suck each other off in spite of the fact they 
had drained each other dry. They parted when the effects of their ecstatic 
exhilaration wore off. Soft sighs of pleasure filled the silence of the 
room. They gazed into each other's eyes in blissful contemplation. 

"That was some load you had!" she told him. "How long were you saving it up 
and for whom?" 

He laughed. "That was the next part of the initiation. They were going to 
bring a hooker in and make me fuck her in front of them. They were also 
going to paddle my ass. I'm glad they never got around to that!" 

A rapacious gleam shone in her eyes. She remembered the initial pain from 
her spanking and the thrilling after effects. She wondered what it would be 
like to spank his ass. A salacious itching scraped the inside of her twat. 
What would it be like to have him spank her? While Claire considered such an 
act, the thought became more exciting. 

"I can take care of that right here!" Claire hinted. 

"What do you mean?" Barry asked. 

"I'll spank you and you spank me!" she offered. 

"Huh?" he exclaimed in surprised disbelief. "You're kidding!" 

"Oh, come on!" she urged him in a teasing tone. "It's not that bad, really! 
Your ass will sting for a little while, but what a sensation!" Her voice 
hinted at a thrilling experience. 

He shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell! I can't knock it until I've tried 
it. I suppose you want to do me first! Let me get the feel of it!" Barry 
laughed at his impromptu joke. 'What do I have to do?" 

Claire was seated on a chair. She patted her thighs, indicating she wanted 
him there. Barry draped his long frame across her legs. She shifted him so 
that his prick and balls were imprisoned between her thighs. The contact of 
his genitals pressed to her legs sent erotic shivers escalating up and down 
her spine. She thrilled to the rapturous pulsations in her twat. 

Her hand patted his asscheek in a gentle caress. She followed the curve of 
his buttock, brushing over the light fuzz of hair on it. Claire's other hand 
reached under her legs to touch his prick. At contact, his dick sprang to 
rigid attention. It was like releasing a jack-in-the-box! Later, his jack 
would be in her box but for now, it was ass spanking time! 

The carnal spark smoldering within her burst into a lascivious flame. Her 
nervous system was consumed with a voluptuous fire. Claire brought her hand 
up in a gradual upswing. SPLATT! The palm struck the unprotected flesh in a 
punishing blow. Her hand tingled from the forceful contact. A sharp stinging 
sensation filled her palm and traveled up her arm. 

"OUCH! Hey! Take it easy! Barry cried out. His body twitched. His imprisoned 
genitals tugged to free his body from its prison between her thighs. 

She threw her arm across the small of his back to hold him in place. SPLATT! 
SPLATT! Claire slapped his ass with two hurried blows. Each time, the shock 
waves of the blows rippled up her arm and down into her cunt. The voluptuous 
contact of his cock rubbing against her legs, her hand striking his ass, and 
his shouts of pain, all heightened the sensual mood of the moment. 

Barry's ass turned a faint reddish glow from the imprint of her manual 
chastening. Her snatch perspired with greater profusion of erogenous juices. 
Each punishing blow aroused her carnal passions more. 

SPLATT! SPLATT! Two swift blows followed in rapid succession. His buttocks 
were a dark fiery red. Her palm matched the hue of his skin. 

Barry tried to twist free, injecting howls of pain between his efforts to 
get loose. Claire tried to hold on to him. The attempt to keep his squirming 
body from escaping increased the lascivious exhilaration that possessed her 
body. It was becoming more difficult to keep him captive. Claire whacked his 
ass three more times, hurrying her blows. 

She opened her thighs to protect his cock and balls from being crushed. 
Jumping up, he looked at her in red-faced fury. "I don't mind doing this for 
kicks but let's not go overboard!" he berated her. 

"Oh! It wasn't that bad!" she made light of the spanking in a patronizing 
tone. "Besides, it's your turn now. Wait until you see how it turns you on!" 
She pointed to his hard-on, long and slightly curved like an under developed 
scimitar. 

"You see! You got a hard-on. You're all ready to fuck! That comes later! 
Come on! Sit down and spank me!" she instructed him. 

Barry took her place in the chair. His cock was still hard. She opened her 
thighs, capturing his pole between them like a horseshoe making a ringer. 
The heat from his hot cock permeated her twat. 

His palm caressed the tender skin of her buttocks. Her body trembled in 
anticipation as his gentle hand massaged her ass. Her pelvis squirmed in a 
slow sensuous grind about his captive prick. 

SMACK! The first slap on her buttock made her asscheek muscles flinch. She 
could almost feel the sting from the blow probing her quim. SMACK! The 
second increased the sensation. His punishing slaps made her ass burn. She 
felt the heat spreading across her backside. 

Claire was determined not to cry out. She wanted to show Barry she was 
stronger than he. To compensate for her spartan-like display, she twisted 
and wriggled as the blows rained on her abused flesh. Her compressed thighs 
scraped his cock with an erotic friction. 

SMACK! SMACK! The blows were coming frequent and harder. Her eyes filled 
with tears from the excruciating agony of the burning spanks. I'll be damned 
if I'll yell! she told herself in silent determination. That sonovabitch can 
really hit! 

She continued to squirm in painful delight from the agonizing blows. 

"Stop, stop!" she called out. "My legs are jerking you off. I don't want you 
to waste it!" 

The spanking stopped. Her warning about her gyrating body stimulating his 
cock was obvious. Barry let her get up. She touched her ass gingerly. "Boy! 
You really put your heart into it! My ass and cunt are still tingling!" she 
said. 

He looked at his reddened palm. "You know! You're right! That spanking bit 
really turns a guy on! I'm sorry if I hurt you, but you're the one who 
suggested it." 

"I know, I know!" she answered in mock annoyance. "But you didn't have to 
get carried away. That last session has got us both hot and bothered. I 
think we ought to take a shower to cool off for awhile. Let us get a second 
wind then we can do some real fucking!" 

"Okay!" he agreed. "You want to take a shower first or do you want me to 
go?" 

"You mean, after all we've been through, you want to take a shower by 
yourself!" Claire exclaimed. 

"You mean...!" his voice trailed off. 

"Sure! Like the spanking! You scrub my back and I'll scrub yours," she 
answered. 

He shook his head in unbelieving surprise. "This evening hasn't turned out 
so bad after all! You know what I like best about this whole thing?" 

Claire shook her head and Barry continued. "All those bastards back at the 
frat house think I'm still tied to the tree freezing my ass off! Here I am, 
fucking my ass off! What a beautiful difference!" 

"Promises, promises!" Claire taunted. 

"Let's take that shower and I'll show you!" Barry answered. She ran towards 
the bathroom and Barry chased after her. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The suggestion to take a shower together was a spur of the moment thought. 
Washing someone's body like Barry's and having her own body washed had 
prurient appeal to Claire. The idea just came to her. Just the contemplation 
of the act sent a voluptuous lance of ecstatic thrills jabbing into her 
twat. 

They stepped into the tub. Claire pulled the curtains closed and adjusted 
the water. She had a hose attachment for the shower. The owners of the house 
didn't provide a full shower for the tub It didn't matter! Necessity was the 
mother of invention and Claire was already inventing all kinds of things to 
do in the shower. 

Claire turned the portable shower head on Barry's frame. The water sprayed 
over his front and back. He was covered with a film of water. Satisfied he 
was good and wet, Claire ordered him to turn his back to her. She set the 
hose down and proceeded to soap his back. 

His back and shoulders were covered with a thick coating of soapy suds. The 
washcloth swept along his back towards the small croup. Claire passed over 
the rounded slopes of his buttock in a casual caress. Using brisk stokes, 
she soaped his thighs and calves. 

As she moved along one thigh, she brought the washcloth to his balls. The 
fleshy sac received a coating of suds. Claire left a trail of soap along his 
perineum. Her cloth filled hand filled his ass crack. She lathered the tight 
puckered hole hidden between his buttocks. The sphincter was snowy white 
now. 

Barry jerked his hips as the rough cloth scraped his asshole. His buttocks 
twitched and closed protectively for a moment and then relaxed. 

This ablution ritual titillated Claire's erotic fancies. Water from the 
spray lapped at her feet. There seemed to be more moisture in her snatch 
from the lascivious thoughts. She picked up the spray and played the water 
over his back. Increasing the forceful flow of the water, Claire placed it 
against Barry's ass. He wriggled his ass as the needle-like spray tantalized 
his hole in an erotic tickle. She played the spray over the back of his 
balls. 

"Crazy! Crazeee!" he exclaimed in sensual approval. 

"Like it, huh? Turn around!" she ordered. "The best is yet to come!" 

Barry swung around to face her in eager expectation. She applied more soap 
to the cloth. She lathered his chest and stomach with perfunctory swipes of 
the cloth. Claire passed over his thighs and calves with the same hurried 
sweeps. The cloth returned to his abdomen. His blond, hairy bush was 
saturated with the soap. It seemed appropriate for the holiday-snowy white 
suds that looked like a coating of wintry snow. 

Claire's hand dropped on top of the slightly curved dork protruding from the 
center of the bush. The cloth scraped along the stiff cock leaving a wake of 
suds. Her fingers moved around the shaft below the crown. Exerting gentle 
pressure, she squeezed his prick. The chiseled cockhead seemed to swell in 
size. Claire stared at the shape of the slightly bloated tip. 

"Wow! she thought. Imagine a prick with a real thick head like that fucking 
my pussy! I wonder what it would feel like frigging away! Maybe, it couldn't 
get in! I'd get it in somehow! Even if I had to use a shoehorn! I'd bet it 
would drive me up the wall! 

She released her hold on his cock and knelt in a crouch in front of him. She 
cupped his balls, lathering the fleshy stones. Her eyes rested on his prick, 
covered with a heavy coating of lather. Patches of pink flesh peeked through 
the heavy clouds of white suds. Claire was unable to resist the salacious 
urge. She gripped his prick with curled fingers and began to jerk him off. 

"Ohhhrrrr!" Barry moaned in sensual arousal. "That feels good!" 

His body collapsed in a partial slump. He remained standing with his knees 
in a slight bend. Barry reached out to clasp her shoulders for support. 
Claire watched his face. His eyes were closed in blissful surrender to the 
erogenous stimulation. He bucked his pelvis in penile thrusts, matching the 
rhythm of her pumping fist. 

"Unnrrr! Unnrrr!" he grunted. "That's the way to go! Keep pumping, baby! 
Just ... a ... little ... bit more!" Getting each word out seemed to be an 
effort as he strained to reach a climax. 

"Now, now! Here ... it ... comm-meesss!" he announced. He rocked his hips in 
frantic pistoning thrusts. His cock was fucking her fist in violent 
agitation. 

At his warning, Claire shifted her position. The first salvo from his firing 
piece passed in an arc over her shoulder. Another trajectory of the viscous 
fluid passed about a foot to her left. The force and frequency of his 
outpourings diminished. His rigid prick grew flaccid in her hand. She 
watched his hard-on wither. 

She clamped her fingers about the shaft and milked his cock down. The last 
vestiges of his come appeared as a large drop. It oozed out of his peehole. 
She wiped the washcloth across the head, removing the final traces of his 
orgasm. 

She ran the spray over his body. The suds trickled off in multiple rivulets. 
The spray was centered on his shrunken cock. With deliberate intent, she 
turned the water to cold. Barry jumped as icy force struck his prick and 
balls. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "Cut it out!" 

"That ought to cool you off!" she answered with a mischievous laugh. She 
took the spray away and shut off the water. 

"Now I have to take a leak!" he announced in an annoyed tone. "I'll get out 
of the tub!" 

"Don't go high brow on me!" Claire chided him. "We all take a leak in the 
shower if we have to. Come on! I never saw a boy take a leak. How about 
letting me hold it for you!" 

"You must be kidding!" he exclaimed in mild shock. 

"Honest! I'm not! Come on! You're not going to go bashful on me! How about 
it?" she persisted. 

Holding a boy's prick while he took a leak or watching him pass water was 
the final step of her education. Claire had experienced almost every 
function of a penis. She masturbated, sucked, and was fucked with a cock. 
Her eyes had studied the classic lines of circumcised and uncircumcised 
dicks. This was the ultimate moment! She continued her mild persistence to 
hold his cock. 

"Well, hurry up! My back teeth are starting to float!" Barry gave in. 

Claire reached for his side and held his prick between her thumb, 
forefinger, and middle finger. This concession sent a wave of voluptuous 
wellbeing through her. A sensual throbbing pulsated through her fingertips. 
The forceful pressure of water passing through his urethra was detected by 
her fingertips. She watched the stream of water fall into the tub. Both the 
sight and feel of this expression of nature increased her licentious 
inclinations. 

When finished, he said, "Okay! Show's over! It's my turn to wash you!" 

She was so engrossed in watching him take a leak, she had forgotten about 
the wash. Claire picked up the washcloth and handed it to him. 

"If you do a real good job, I'll let you ball me all night!" she promised. 

A snowball seemed to roll down her spine. A chilling sensation gathered 
momentum as it plunged down her spine and bumped into her twat. Barry 
repeated her routine. He passed across her shoulders and back. A quick brush 
of the cloth against the back of her legs satisfied the ablution of that 
part. His cloth covered hand swept over the fleshy hillocks of her rump. 

He shoved his hand between her thighs. Her cuntal slit was given a 
perfunctory swipe. Barry concentrated on the depression between her 
asscheeks. 

Claire felt the rough cloth scrape the tiny puckered hole. The friction 
evoked a response in her other hole. Her libidinous inclinations were 
becoming passionate throbs. She was enjoying the pleasant effect of his 
wash. He appeared to be in a hurry. The time spent washing her back was 
brief. Water from the spray was already washing off the suds. She had the 
impression he was anxious to get to the front of her body. There were more 
exciting parts to play with and wash. 

She turned around to wait for him to concentrate his lustful attention on 
her. Barry started out by soaping up her cherry-tipped gourds. He paid 
special attention to each elongated tit. She felt him squeeze, fondle, and 
rub each boob. Each ruby disk was polished with special care as he rubbed 
the coarse washcloth over the areola. Her nipples tingled from the friction. 

"Mmmmhmmm!" she murmured in rapturous appreciation. "That tickles my 
titties!" 

Claire tilted her head back as the soapy cloth slid over her rib cage and 
along the slight swell of her stomach. The cloth made a brief stop over her 
shaven pudenda. It continued over her soft flared hips. 

Barry leathered her thighs, inside and out. He scrubbed her calves and 
shins. Her pelvis gave an involuntary jerk as the washcloth passed along the 
slit of her pussy. Claire groaned in pleasurable delight as the cloth passed 
along her cuntal crack to her ass. 

Claire shivered with erotic ecstasy as the cloth filled hand returned to the 
puffed lips of her twat. Her pussy purred as Barry scraped along the 
sensitive membranes of her vulva. She continued to emit ecstatic mewing 
sounds as the friction stirred new passions in her. He centered his 
attention on her clitoris. The exquisite piquancy of the contact, caused a 
rapturous giddiness. Her knees gave way. She reached out, clutching at his 
shoulders for support. 

"Ohhhrrrr!" she groaned in erotic approval. "That feels so good!" Her tongue 
flicked out and caressed her lips. She could taste the keen flavor of the 
carnal excitement filling her pores. Claire closed her eyes to better savor 
the taste. 

"Keep it up, Barry! Mmmmmmmm! Oh, that's good! Keep rubbing! Harder, harder! 
Faster, faster!" she exhorted him. "Just ... a ... little ... bit ... more!" 
Her words came out in short choppy bursts. 

Barry scraped the sensitive button of flesh in response to her urgings. He 
circled her waist, holding her upright with one hand. His other hand 
continued to rub her clitty with hard rapid strokes. 

Claire's tits jiggled in an erratic dance as she wriggled in response to his 
sensual massage. Her pelvis rocked in violent coital movements. 

"I'm ... coming!" she announced. "Here ... I ... come ... WOWIE!" she 
announced in a wild agitated voice. 

Her body was a frantic mass of flesh. The orgasm encompassed her, sending 
powerful sensations through her frame. She responded with a wild frenzied 
dance of gyrating and sensuous undulations. Barry's hold kept her from 
falling down. It didn't stop her from twisting like a whirling dervish. 

The orgasm broke over her in a voluptuous cascade of piquant ecstasy. The 
intense exhilaration of sensual intoxication made her drunk with rapture. A 
sigh of carnal bliss slipped from her lips at the final release of her 
erotic tension. "Ahhhhrrrrr!" 

Every fiber and nerve in her body tingled from the climactic cataclysm. 

Barry washed off the scummy soap residue from her body. He increased the 
water pressure, maintaining the tepid temperature. Removing the spray head, 
he placed the hose against Claire's cunt. 

She squealed with delight at the sensation. Shivers of the forceful water 
jet cut the tender sensitive flesh of her clitty. The flesh remained intact. 
Only the feeling of the water's pressure gave Claire that impression. The 
effect was exquisite torture. She shifted from one leg to the other in an 
attempt to lessen the anguish. The spray continued to titillate her 
erogenous flesh. 

Barry had just finished teasing her clitoris. It was hypersensitive. This 
innovation brought her to the height of voluptuous intoxication. 

"Ooooo! Ooooo!" she squealed in ecstatic joy. She sounded like a playful 
child pretending fright and laughing at the same time. 

"No more, Barry, no more!" she protested. "I have to save it for later." 

He took the hose away. They got out of the tub and toweled each other dry. 
Claire loved the touch of the rough Turkish bath towel as he rubbed it 
across her skin. She was happy things had worked out this way. 

They padded back to the bedroom. While Barry waited, Claire made some more 
hot chocolate. Sitting on the bed, they discussed their experiences with the 
fraternity and sorority. The conversation gravitated back to sex. 

"You really dig sex, don't you?" Barry asked. 

"Is there anything else?" Claire answered. 

"How would you like something way out? Something I'll bet you never heard 
of?" His question piqued her interest. 

"You name it and I'll play it!" she agreed. 

"Good! Get me a long piece of string," he told her. 

Her curiosity was really aroused now! She wondered what he was going to do 
with a piece of string! Claire brought him a length. She watched in 
fascination as he knotted a section several times. Knot upon knot formed one 
huge knot. Measuring out about eight inches on the string, Barry repeated 
the operation. 

By the time he finished, the length of string had about eight knots. Claire 
had no idea what he intended to do with it. 

"Roll over on your stomach!" he ordered. 

Claire stretched out prone on the bed. Barry began stuffing the string into 
her asshole. She felt each knot tucked into her rectum. When he was done, 
just a portion of the string dangled out of her asshole. It wasn't too 
uncomfortable coiled up in her ass. The thought of some erotic pleasure set 
her nerves tingling. 

She felt like a firecracker with the string hanging from her tail. Claire 
knew one thing! Once that fuse was lit, she would explode with carnal force. 
She waited with eager anticipation for Barry to start. 

He turned her on her back and began to suck her clitty. Her tingling nerves 
shifted gears like a racing car. An erotic acceleration coursed through her 
system. The churning wheels were spinning in swift revolutions. Her loins 
were a whirling disc. 

Claire jerked her pelvis, simulating the coital drives. She was cognizant of 
only one thing! The vortex swirling in her cunt was heralding a climax. 

"Oh, Barry!" she groaned! 'That feels so good. I'm going to come any minute 
now. Suck me, faster, faster!" 

A yelp of surprise tore from her lips. She had anticipated shooting a load. 
Barry gave the string a quick tug. One of the knots breached her tight 
sphincter. It ripped past the sensitive puckered lips of the asshole. The 
unexpected shock of the knot pulled out of her asshole interrupted her 
orgasm. 

A widening ripple of erotic ravishment moved from her ass to her twat. Barry 
jerked the string again. A second ripple joined the first. Claire shivered 
in voluptuous rapture as an icicle of carnal delight melted down her spine. 
The feeling spread all over her cuntal cavern. 

Barry began to suck her clitoris again. Claire experienced the mounting 
excitation of an orgasm. She was already anticipating the knot coming from 
her ass. 

The quick tug sent new spasms of erogenous bliss along her ass and cunt. 
Barry's promise of something way out was no idle boast. He mentioned the 
instrument of pleasure was some kind of exotic love beads. She made a mental 
note to use it again in the future. Each sexual encounter Claire had 
experienced provided a thrilling innovation. There must be hundreds of other 
raunchy kicks to use, she speculated. I have to try them all! 

"Wow!" she exclaimed in admiration. "You really know how to turn a girl on! 
How many other surprises do you have for me?" 

Barry acted like an accomplished veteran. He waved his hand in carefree 
indifference. "Oh, I don't know! There's the various kinds of vibrators 
which I don't have with me. Sometimes, I improvise, like the love beads. 
Then, there are different positions! But I will admit that shower bit was 
something new for me! I'll have to add that to my repertoire." 

Claire found the lewd conversation exhilarating. She was intrigued by his 
promise of different positions. Her body was stirred by the infectious 
carnal conversation. A fever of lust heated her cunt. The throbbing 
lascivious pulsations were swelling in her loins. 

"Let's stop the conversation and do something constructive!" she insisted. 

"Okay!" he agreed, "do you have any preference!" 

"Surprise me!" she replied. "Why don't you show me the different positions 
you know?" 

He got out of the bed and started to roam about the small apartment. 

"Hey! Where are you going?" she asked. 'The action is here!" 

"I know! I just wanted to see if there was anything else around here I could 
use," he answered. 

Her eyes followed him as he searched different drawers and cubicles. Just 
watching him animated her. Claire hoped he would find something as exciting 
as the love beads. He paused in the kitchen area. As he rummaged through a 
drawer, Claire's system warmed up. A licentious heat permeated her body. She 
didn't know what Barry discovered. Whatever it was, she was sure it would be 
exciting. 

He held a wooden cooking spoon in his hand. Claire tried to envision how 
Barry would use it. He had a big grin on his face as he came back to the 
bed. 

"It's the best I can do on such short notice!" he remarked. "But it should 
do the trick!" 

Her eyes widened in fascination. "How do you intend to use it?" 

"Let's say that I'm going to stir things up!" he laughed. 

She wondered if the spoon portion would be inserted in her cunt. Barry lay 
on the bed. He propped pillows in back of him to support his back. 
Stretching out his legs, he told Claire to hook herself up to him. She 
started to straddle his legs, facing him, when he stopped her. 

On his instructions, Claire reversed herself. Her legs straddled his hips. 
She had her back to him, skewered on his prick, with her head resting on his 
ankles. Her bent knees kept her from, shifting and losing contact with the 
imbedded prick. 

Her hips wriggled a little as Barry inserted the stick into her ass. The 
doweled-handle slid into her anal canal. It was about twelve inches long and 
about a half an inch in circumference. It felt different than a cock. The 
stick had the feeling of an enema nozzle. Yet, it wasn't quite the same! 

Barry' questioned her as the handle moved into her hole. He didn't want to 
hurt her by sticking it in too far. Half the stick was in before she told 
him to stop. 

The stick rotated in a slow circle. She felt the pressure of the wood 
pushing against the muscles of her ass. The sensation wasn't the same as a 
cock filling her hole. A cock was thicker and filled her asshole more. Her 
anal muscles stretched around a cock and remained that way. Barry's wooden 
wand forced the muscles back as it made its circuitous route. 

The pressure of the probing handle induced a new erotic sensation. Her anal 
muscles responded, sending voluptuous pulsations through the connecting 
muscular wall into her cunt. A dull erotic throb beat like a tom-tom in her 
vaginal cavity. 

Her inverted position didn't offer too much stimulation to her snatch. The 
only excitement came from the stick stirring around her ass. Barry was 
locked in place and offered little movement. 

"It's nice!" Claire remarked. Her lack of enthusiasm contradicted her 
comment. "How about showing me those famous positions?" The suggestion had 
an insistent ring to it. 

Shit! she swore to herself. I could just as easily shove a broom stick up my 
ass or cunt with all the action I'm getting now! I'm dying to ball with this 
stud. I want to feel his cock ramming home in my hole. I can't wait to have 
his hot sauce seasoning my meat. That's more like it! 

Her silent comment was in response to the next positions. Barry shifted into 
a variation of the male dominant and female supine position. He knelt 
between her thighs. Her hips were raised with her body supported by her 
shoulders. 

A silent giggle made Claire's body shake. A sex bout between a girl and boy 
sometimes referred to as a wrestling match. Barry's shifting into various 
fucking poses reminded her of such a match. 

Her position was described as a body bridge by the announcers. She wondered 
when Barry would put a hammer lock on her snatch or a half nelson on her 
tit! 

He moved again, pinning Claire to the mattress. His body lay on top of hers. 
Barry changed again. He rolled over, shifting Claire on top. His prick 
remained implanted in her cunt. She marveled at the way they remained welded 
together during the change. 

Her knees were alongside of his hips. She placed her hands on top of his 
shoulders and leaned forward. Her large elongated tits hung down. They were 
two fleshy stalactites that stabbed his chest in a light touch. Claire 
rocked her cunt back and forth. Her fleshy funnel scraped against his rigid 
dick. The friction started a faint glow in her snatch. 

Barry exerted some effort and managed to free his shoulders from her grip. 
He pushed her backwards, grabbing her calves. She reached out to stop her 
fall. Her hands caught his shins. He was still holding on to her to prevent 
becoming disengaged. His prick was still up her cunt. 

He rocked his hips several times, pushing his prick up into her anxious 
twat. The bastard is teasing me, she swore! At least these positions and the 
shifting around is exciting. I wonder what he'd do if I pulled out! 

Claire pushed forward, grabbed a hand, and freed a leg. She pulled her body 
up and broke their erogenous connection. 

"Hey!" he exclaimed. "No fair!" 

"Come and get me!" she challenged him. 

Claire felt a rush of exhilaration flush her body. This wrestling foreplay 
lent excitement to their licentious liaison. It was stimulating. She enjoyed 
the rough contact. 

He dove for her, catching her in a hug. Their bodies rolled around on the 
bed. Barry tried to maneuver her into a position of submission. Claire used 
her strength to resist his attempts. She made certain her body rubbed 
against his still hard cock. Eventually, he would get her in some kind of 
submission hold. The hold would be of no value if he lost his erection. 

Barry managed to get her on her hands and knees in a crouching position. He 
pressed his cockhead to her asshole. She gave him a token struggle. Barry 
didn't realize what she was doing. His hands and body tried to keep her that 
way. Claire enjoyed his efforts to shove his cock up her ass without the aid 
of a hand or two. 

That was one of the thrilling parts to their little charade. 

"Go ahead, use your hands!" she told him. "I'll stay this way until you do!" 

Assured by her surrender, Barry caught her ass cheeks and parted the fleshy 
orbs. He guided his cock closer and pushed. The puckered hole's resistance 
was brief. His prick made a slow gradual entry. The dry flesh of his shaft 
scraped the membrane lining of her rectum. With a final thrust, Barry rammed 
the remaining outside portion of his prick into the hidden recesses of her 
ass. 

Claire's buttocks were tickled by the bristles of his pubic hairs. His groin 
fitted against the curve of her soft ass. He started to fuck her 
doggy-style. His prick pistoned in and out in a measured series of 
controlled thrusts. She remained stationary, letting him do all the work. 
Claire wanted him to fuck her in the cunt so she could savor his ejaculation 
quenching the flame already burning there. Without warning, she jerked her 
body forward. 

Barry's prick slipped out of its mooring. He cried out, a startled 
exclamation of surprise. Clair laughed! Her chuckle was a teasing challenge. 
He flung his body at her to capture the escaping form. 

She turned over on her back as his body bumped into hers. The wrestling 
began again. This game of sex was turning into a lot of fun. Claire enjoyed 
the action as each employed different maneuvers to gain or elude an 
advantage. Now, it was time for some serious fucking! 

"No more, no more!" Claire protested in breathless dissent. "Let's start the 
real thing!" 

"Okay!" Barry agreed. "We'll use my favorite position." 

He grabbed her legs, doubling her in half. His shoulders pressed into her 
calves. Her thighs were embraced by his arms, keeping her bent. Claire's 
ankles protruded above his shoulders. 

His prick was jammed into her fleshy scabbard, all the way up to the hilt. 
The pads of her ass rested against the upper portion of his thighs. Her ass 
felt like a brillo pad was scratching it as his wiry bush scraped the tender 
flesh. 

She felt the deep penetration of his cock. The hold she was in, afforded 
this full impaction. His balls fitted into the groove of her ass. He held 
her this way, trying to shove his prick further into her pussy. His groin 
pressed into her pliant cuntal lips. The strong erogenous contact made her 
shiver with carnal delight. She envisioned this session to be the best fuck 
she ever had! 

Barry started a gradual rocking movement. His ass shifted back and forth in 
a slow humping cadence. The leisurely pistoning prong elated her into a 
state of voluptuous ecstasy. Her low moans kept beat to the temp of his 
thrusting prick. 

"Ahhmmm! Ahhmmm!" Her repeated moans were anguished expressions of erotic 
rapture. 

Her head rocked from side to side as the carnal fever increased her 
libidinous delirium. 

Barry was using his prick like a master weaver preparing a licentious 
tapestry. His fleshy shuttle moved in practiced strokes, sliding in and out 
of her fleshy loom. Claire felt the delicious sensuality of his cock as it 
rubbed with increased vigor against the muscles of her excited pussy. A warm 
glow was growing in her snatch. 

Her thighs fitted into the crotch of his elbow. Both of his hands were free 
to feel her tits or clitoris. He reached out and grabbed two handfuls of 
luscious boobs. The thumb and forefinger of each hand captured the rubbery 
nodes. Claire felt the digital friction. It was like a match scraping 
against sandpaper! Her nipples ignited, sending the flaming heat into her 
vaginal boiler. 

The subdued tempo of their coital rhythm kept her pressure down. Once the 
heat increased, her venereal pressure gauge would blow sky-high! 

Her doubled in half body afforded her little room for movement. Barry's arms 
limited her body's freedom. It didn't matter what position she was in. To 
Claire, the thrill induced by the fuck was the most important thing. Right 
now, the deep piercing of her twat gave her the greatest thrill. 

Barry abandoned her tits and reached for her clitoris. He parted the hood of 
flesh bunched together because of her position. The turgid erogenous papule 
was exposed for his attack. His fingers captured the enflamed piece of moist 
reddish flesh. He dug into the base of her clitty and pulled it taut. 

"Unnnrrrr!" The sound was a prolonged groan of rapture. It came from the 
bowels of her cunt and rumbled in her throat. Barry's cock maintained a slow 
ascent and descent in her quim. His fingers tugged, rubbed, and squeezed the 
slippery wet meat of her tiny clitty. 

What a delicious feeling, her senses told her! What a fuck! But it's just a 
tease! I have to feel his cock pumping in me hard. I want to come and feel 
that gooey cream dripping in my cunt! 

"Fuck me, fuck me!" she urged him. Her voice was a hoarse urgent whisper. 
The bed began to shake as Barry increased the rhythm of his strokes. 

She tried to meet his thrusts with her own. The position she was in made 
pelvic motions limited. His heavy balls kept a gentle beat on her buttocks 
as they swung to and fro. The balls tapped the ass crack, sending little 
erotic vibrations into her asshole. 

"Ohherrr! Ohhherrr!" she groaned in continued rapture. 

Barry's breathing gave evidence of his own aroused state. "Hunnnrrr! 
Hunnnrrr!" he grunted as he plowed faster into her quim. 

Her eyes were shuttered tight in sensual appreciation. She sucked in her 
lower lip. As though biting on it would intensify the erotic churning that 
shook her body. 

She continued to rock her head from side to side. Her ecstatic groans and 
sighs matched the cadence of Barry's pumping dick. Claire never expected to 
reach such lascivious and voluptuous peaks. 

In spite of her limited movement, Claire managed to wriggle her hips. She 
tried to match his coital cadence. He eased his grip on her legs to allow 
her more pelvic freedom. It lessened his penile penetration a little. Claire 
was compensated for that with her greater hip thrusts. 

"Now, now, now!" she exclaimed. "Oh, Oh! Start fucking me, harder, harder! 
Pump it into me, baby! You have it now! Here comes that roller coaster ride! 
I'm right at the top! Fuck me, faster, faster!" she urged. "Just ... a ... 
little bit ... more! Here I COMMMMMEEE! YAHRRGHrrrr!" 

Her last vocal outburst was a shout of tortured delight that gradually died 
in a throaty gurgle. At that moment, Barry's grunts of exertion and final 
penile thrust announced his orgasm. 

Claire felt the paroxysm of his pulsating tube filling her twat with his 
orgasmic potion. Her sensitive cunt felt the erotic throbbing contractions 
of his climax. Her cunt was filled with her own copious flow of musky come. 
She shivered in carnal delirium as Barry ejaculated heavily into her quim. 

His prick was buried deep inside her snatch. His arms held her legs in a 
tight grip. He bowed his head against her stomach. Barry was in a state of 
sexual collapse. He was spent from the exertion. 

Claire's body began to adjust back to normalcy in slow gradual stages. Every 
fiber and nerve within her tingled. The sexual stimulation had brought her 
to a fever pitch. She had reached the pinnacle of voluptuous sensuality. 
Now, she was returning to the plateau where her ascent had started. A 
residue of lascivious exhilaration remained. 

When he recovered, she tapped him on the shoulder. "Hey! Remember me?" she 
queried. 'That was some fuck! So is this position! It'll take me a year to 
straighten out if I'm lucky!" 

His soft cock, glistening with a mixture of their come, slipped out of her 
hole. He released his hold on her legs. Claire straightened her limbs, 
grimacing a bit. 

Barry laughed. "Come on! Cut the act! Just imagine. fucking in some of the 
exotic Hindu or Oriental positions! You have to practice exercises for 
months before you even start! Screwing with them is quite an art!" 

"I'm perfectly happy with the way I'm screwing now," Claire answered. 

"I'd like to keep you happy," he replied. He grew wistful. "Ah, shit! I'm 
going to be transferring to another college. I want to get the taste of this 
lousy deal out of my mouth. I was thinking of going to Harley's!" 

"That makes two of us!" Claire declared. "After my experience with the 
Iotas, my name is going to be mud. How about it if we both go to Harley's? 
Have you got wheels?" 

He nodded. "Yeh! That would be great! What has having a car got to do with 
it?" 

"Well, we could find a pad near the school and drive to classes every day," 
she replied. "Wouldn't that be great?" 

"I like that! I'm glad you came along and rescued me. You're fabulous!" he 
told her. 

She dipped her hand between his thighs. Her hand rubbed her cuntal lips in a 
slow caress. He watched her stroking her pussy. 

"I think you're hinting for something!" he said. 

"How about a little amour?" she replied. 

"What's this bid for Frenching all about?" he asked. 

"Well, I rescued you, didn't I? I'm entitled to a reward of some kind, 
aren't I?" Claire asked. 

"You're right!" he replied. Barry leaned over and kissed her shaved pubes 
with a gentle brush of his lips. 

"Take your time!" she told him. "We've got the rest of our vacation to enjoy 
ourselves." 

A sigh of ecstatic pleasure escaped her lips. His mouth started to weave its 
oral magic. It had turned out to be a very Merry Christmas after all! 


THE END
