BB-337  Sex Education
[aka 'A College Girl's Education']
(Sam Arnoff)


FOREWORD 

College is supposed to be the most formative period in a young person's 
life. And this may very well be true. Unfortunately, there is a lot of loose 
information that is produced by the college situation that may have an 
unexpected and lasting effect on the student's life-an effect that may be 
totally unwanted. 

This is a harsh novel about sexuality in college- even more, about the real 
desires and reactions of people in the college environment. Strip the gloss 
and tinsel of what is expected out of college and what is left is the fact 
that college teachers are human beings with the same perverted drives as the 
rest of society. 

Perhaps the reader will be surprised by the revelations in this book. He 
shouldn't be. Human beings will be human. The shocking thing is the total 
lack of reality in assessing the human condition for what it really is. 

The adult novel is one of the few contacts with social and human reality 
left to many people. Television can hardly be accused of presenting a 
pertinent view of society-even in its documentaries. Radio has abandoned 
itself to music fads, and most other book publishers deal in esoteric 
daydreams that are close to mental masturbation. The adult novel presents as 
entertainment the basic blocks of human life. Perhaps there is distortion, 
but no more so than in a cops and robber drama on the big screen. Sex must 
be faced, just as society must face murder, marriage and the ministry and 
make sense of each of these institutions for itself. 

-THE PUBLISHER 

 CHAPTER ONE 

"No, please, I don't want to," pleaded Jill Watson. She lay on the sagging 
bed wearing only her panties and a flimsy bra. I don't want him, she tried 
convincing herself. It is a wrong and terrible thing to do . .. 

She tensed with fear as she inched up on the bed, away from the little man 
in the dark suit. In her seventeen years, Jill couldn't remember ever 
feeling so helpless. 

"I've paid some good money for this," said George. He eyed her frilly 
panties. He wanted to see further, to explore her cunny and the thin, pink 
slit which divided the cheeks of her ass. His cock squirmed in anticipation. 
"You're really very beautiful." 

Oh, God, how did this happen to me? she thought. The man was small, even 
petite, and she could put up a good fight. She felt a shiver up and down her 
spine. She could fight all right . . . just like she fought those two 
terrible boys in the bathroom! 

She had not defended herself then, and there was no reason why her mental 
attitude would change so quickly. Face it, Jill, she told herself, you're 
young and you like to fuck. That's your thing. Acting like a sex machine, 
humping your mound against the first cock coming along. 

Jill trembled with fear. And like most women, in similar situations, her 
fear stimulated her sexual being. Pleasure, no matter what form it took, was 
never far from her mind. 

"Oh, God," she moaned, her pumped up breasts swelling inside her bra. Tears 
suffused in her eyes as the unstoppable sensation of sexual pleasure spread 
from her melon-sized tits to the black triangle of hair between her thighs. 

George removed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairy chest held her 
gaze. I could fuck her right now, he thought. Stick it in and crank her tube 
until she starts humping like mad. 

Why was she playing this cock-teasing game with him. He'd paid his money. 
Now, instead of satisfying him, this little hooker was playing hard to get. 

His cock bulged, a fact not lost on Jill. His penis was large, at least it 
seemed so. What will his hands feel like on my thighs? she wondered. Between 
my legs? 

George sat next to the trembling teenager on the bed. Her breasts were large 
and inviting and through the bra her pink nipples winked back at him. 

"Christ, you're good looking," he said. "Beautiful, really." 

Jill was silent. Sexual fires throbbed in her tits and suddenly they roared 
to life in her cunt. She didn't want it, she fought it, but passion was 
leaking into her heart. 

"See, what your beauty does to me," George continued, unzipping his fly. 
"Only beauties make it hard like that. Go ahead touch and find out for 
yourself." I must get out of here, she thought. Away from this hotel room 
and this terrible man sticking his cock in my face. The penis wavered within 
reach, the jutting head striking her hand. 

"It's hard and warm and exciting and thick," he continued. "And I come like 
crazy. Tell me that doesn't turn you on." 

His eager hands sneaked into her bra and fondled the naked flesh, pinching 
the tight nipples. 

Even to George's glassy stare, it was not hard to see the dramatic change in 
Jill Watson. He felt a torrent of raging lust flood through his body. The 
girl was for real, he knew that now. She would do everything the bellboy 
said she would. Her lips would eat his erect cock and her cunt would fuck 
him to within an inch of his life. 

His fingers proceeded forcefully. The bra snap gave way and her ripe breasts 
plopped from their halter. He bent over and kissed one, then the other, 
switching back and forth so her twin towers felt the roar of his lust 
surging through the nipples. 

"Oooooo!" she moaned, feeling him licking at her sex door, begging to get 
in. 

Her head was swimming with possibilities. Could she have multiple sex 
relations? One stud after another plunging their cocks into her. 

Jill told herself that a gang bang was out of the question, but the more 
thought she gave the idea, the more she realized that she could do exactly 
that! 

She looked into the man's grinning face and felt fear flood through her 
again. For a small voice deep within her conscious mind wanted to scream 
out, I want you to fuck me. I want you to stick that big prick of yours 
inside my cunt and fill me with your hot cum! 

She made a last, futile attempt. "Please go," she said in a voice sounding 
more pitiful than commanding. 

"You're crazy," he answered. How silly she looked to him. One hand on her 
tits, the other searching her crotch and she was telling him to leave. It 
did not show him a woman who would lay down her life to protect her sacred 
virtue. 

Thrusting forward, his hands ripping through her frilly panties, George 
found her mound, already soft and deliciously wet! 

"Yesss!" she screamed, for he did feel good against her cunt. A gush of cunt 
juice flushed out of her slit, staining her panties and the tender, seeking 
hands. The smell of her sex erased her fears. 

The springs squeaked under his weight as he thrust his penis against her 
thigh. He sat by her, admiring the round curve of her breasts and the soft 
flesh of her stomach and thighs. He even saw the rash of goose flesh that 
covered her skin in the most sensuous way. Jill had a soft, feminine beauty 
that made his cock throb. 

"You sure smell good, baby," he roared. Her wetness reeked the sickly sweet 
smell of sex. It was a good, rich odor, the tell tale sign, the barometer of 
a woman's passion, that said she wanted a good fucking. 

The man reached between her quavering legs and pulled Jill up on the bed. 
She struggled against his powerful grip, but his fingers slipped to her 
cunny and popped her slit, spilling her stink and her sex juice. 

"Pleaseeee!" she begged. Though the reason for her protesting had long since 
evaded her. She spread her legs out wide and humped the hand. 

"Good! Wonderful!!! Far out!!!" he giggled. The chick wasn't putting up a 
battle after all. His fingers were sliding in and out of her pussy with 
ease, his fingers leaving tiny marks against her channel walls. 

"Aaaahhh!!!" She looked at the wedge-shaped cock face staring at her and 
felt a twinge of excitement inside her cunt. Already her heavy secretions 
were oozing. She knew what she wanted, as perhaps she had known all along. 

He moved his fingers across her tit globes, pinching the nipples. 

"Do it!! Yesss," she cried. She felt an explosion of sparks in her womb. She 
reached for his penis and felt the soft head glide into her hand. 

She adored it. And she loved to fondle a man's penis, to feel its resilient 
strength stroking in and out of her mouth. She bent forward and kissed the 
bulging head. 

"That's good, sweetheart," he coaxed. "Keep nibbling and eating and 
sucking." 

He knew how inferior a woman felt when confronted with a fully erect penis. 
No matter how beautiful the chick, show her a big, powerful dick and she 
wanted to cringe before it. 

He lifted a firm breast and brought his warm lips down on the puffed up 
aureoles. He darted his tongue out and around the sensitive tip, tickling 
and teasing the nipple until it sent its shuttering, excited message back to 
the breast. 

Oh, I love it, want more of it, she thought. Sucking in her breath, she came 
down on the cock. Back and forth her head moved on the throbbing wand, 
working the shaft into peak excitement. 

"Can you mouth fuck?" groaned the stranger. "Keep doing it. Suck me off!!! 
Yahooo! Suck me off." 

Jill braced herself. She loved the taste of cock, the slap of a man's balls 
banging against her chin. And she loved the ripe butt smell awaiting her 
just behind his scrotum. Sex was a series of intertwining smells and 
sensations. To her, each rich and darkly mysterious. 

Jill knew what came next. And what's more, she didn't care anymore. For she 
craved the warmth of a man's hard dick. She loved sucking pricks, getting 
almost as much satisfaction as the man did. Nothing excited the little girl 
more than stroking a cock and scooping up a man's testicles and rubbing them 
with her fingers. 

"You like my tool, don't you, baby?" said the man, feeling her mouth 
convulse against his shaft. He had never had a woman so hungry to eat him in 
his whole life. He had the urge to give in and shoot his wad down her 
sucking throat. But to do so would mean to deny himself Jill's charms. "Suck 
me, sweetie," he coaxed again. "Lick it down good." 

Sighing suddenly, Jill let his masculine warmth surround her. His cock was 
plunging into her mouth nicely and she relaxed, letting him keep up the 
rapid stroking. 

She thought about her father back home. It was late and she wondered if he 
were shoving his cock into her mother. Or maybe old mother was sucking the 
old man off right at the dinner table or maybe in the family room while 
watching television. Just whipping out the old man's dick and sucking until 
come sprayed up and down her innocent middle-aged face. 

Jill increased the tempo. This is for you, she thought hunching her hips. 
Her short stroking caused the pecker to heat up. This is to show you I'm not 
afraid of anyone. 

"You hot, baby," he groaned. "Driving me through a wall! Fucking A!" 

It was glorious, delicious experience and Jill took to their sex adventures 
with a certain feminine daring. Saliva leaked from her mouth and spread all 
over her face until her skin was slick and slippery to the touch. The man 
gathered up a scoop of the drool and spread a thick coating of the goo 
around the lips of her cunt. She was dripping wet, but he continued mixing 
saliva and cunt juice together. For he realized how wild it was for a woman 
to feel her own spit between her pussy lips. 

"I'm going to fuck you just the way you like it," he yelled. Pulling free of 
her mouth, he grabbed Jill by the thighs and lifted. 

She felt her legs spread open and her hips rise off the bed. "What are you 
doing to me?" the girl cried. Jill was being lifted up in the air and in the 
same motion having her sex hole exposed. Higher went her legs and when she 
could move not another inch, he plunged his tongue into her twat. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!!" She twisted in the vise-like grip while the tongue speared 
her clitoris. Her eyes blacked out as the little explosions of pleasure 
rippled through her thighs. Even her asshole tingled under the relentless 
stroking of the raspy tongue. Jill was beyond caring what George did to her. 
As long as he continued to suck and lick her fuck tube, she would do 
anything he wanted. 

Jill was very excited. Her clit button was being stroked and sparks ignited 
her body. 

The man looked down at her eyes and her open, panting mouth. He grinned to 
himself and inched his hips towards the dark triangle of her crotch. The 
arrow shaped prick face flexed in front, probing the matted pubic hair until 
it found the parted opening of Jill's wet twat. 

"Oh, God, stick it in!" begged Jill, sensing the closeness of his sex. Her 
cunt lips seemed to pucker up in expectation of the throbbing member. Deep 
inside her channel, her cunt muscles were flexing and writhing. "In! Get it 
in!" she screamed once again. 

His cock jerked and jumped into her parted cunt. The head slipped in as 
neatly as a seal plunging into water. Her cunt was warm and instantly 
surrounded the plunging shaft with moist flesh. He lunged in with a third of 
his prick, then withdrew so the cock once again buzzed her cunt lips. 

"Ohhhhh!" moaned Jill, bucking her hips to meet his swollen joint. George 
was playing with her and his coy lovemaking was driving her crazy. She dug 
her fingernails into the mattress and when the expected cock did not push 
inside her. Jill dug her talons into his flesh. "Dirty bitch!" screamed the 
man. The pain tore through his body. He drew back his hand and slapped Jill 
across the face. 

The blow whipped her head around with whip like force. She looked up with 
shocked amazement, her blue eyes dilated with fear. Jill was about to cry 
out in pain when George lunged his prick suddenly into her cunt. 

She lost control of herself. She felt as if her fragile mind had ejected 
from her body and was traveling around in a foreign environment. The blow 
had caught her on the ear. And as the injured nerves started to scream out 
in pain, her cunt muscles experienced the most exquisite joy of sexual 
pleasure. 

"Stick it in me!" she begged, stretching her cunt mouth as wide as she 
possibly could. He drove his dick into the pleasure void, each time finding 
a way to get more cock shaft inside her. 

Back and forth they went. And, like every woman, Jill drifted off into a 
wild, dreamlike world as her sexual fantasies became fulfilled. His sex 
roared to life inside her cunny. She imagined herself as a furnace with the 
enormous head of steam building up as the thrusting cock stoked her 
furnace-cunt. 

"Aaaaiiieee! Give me more!!! Fuck me more!!!" She begged, an insatiable 
child hungry for its morning ration of hot, dripping sex. 

"God almighty, fuck me! Fuuuuuccckkk Meeeee!" she screamed, demanding ever 
increasing amounts of penetration. Her thoughts moved in slow motion time 
and she became aware of the smell of her sex. She loved her stink as it 
surrounded the pounding shaft. It was good, heady stuff and she wanted to 
dip her hands into the slop after their love making and suck down the 
precious fluid. She was also aware of her asshole, how it expanded in times 
of sex, releasing its smell. God, it stinks, she thought. And yet she was 
curious as to what this lubricant would taste like. In her current state of 
ecstasy, everything was endlessly fascinating to her mind. 

Jill was enjoying her sex and so was her partner. She has a tight cunt and 
she bucks her hips well, George thought. As he had eased into a nice, steady 
rhythm, he realized how strong she was. Her cunt did not turn into mush as 
did those of other girls he had known. Jill's channel was still plenty tight 
and it clamped down on his cock with every stroke. 

"CUMMING!" shouted Jill. She was swimming with excitement. The goose bumps 
were popping out all over her body and her nipples were once again hard as 
nails points. She felt a spasmodic sensation in the deepest recesses of her 
cunt. It built slowly at first, an itch that needed scratching. But the 
sensation was no longer an itch as Jill realized, her body peaking for its 
first climax. 

"Aaaarrrggg!!!" she spit the words out like the spoiled child she was, while 
the man plunged his prick into her with demonic fury. 

"I'M CUMING !! RIGHT NOW INSIDE YOU!!" he screamed, stabbing her sucking 
cunt wound. He no longer cared if she came or not. The hot, milky juice was 
inching up his prick and the only thing important to him was getting it into 
her channel. 

Jill pumped her hips wildly now, lifting her thighs off the mattress ready 
to receive the sperm. Her pussy muscles contracted suddenly, gripping the 
sticky member inside her. Then she thrust along with George's love beat, 
refusing to let go of his cock until she had gotten the love juice she had 
worked so hard for. 

"Hot cum. Here it is!!" screamed George. The prick head bucked and the 
pinhole dilated opened as the juice sprayed Jill's cunt walls. 

"OOOOHHHHH!!!!" Her hips froze. The juice forced itself into her tortured 
flesh. Jill humped his fast-drooping cock, milking the cum juice with long, 
forceful strokes. 

"Oh, yes! Keep it up, baby! Milk my cock! Suck out the juice." he said. And 
Jill did, no longer worried about anything, including the other men outside 
waiting patiently for their turn to share Jill's beautiful treasures. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

Jill Watson had the reputation around Vernon High School as being a 
sensitive student but not exceptionally attractive. Up until her Junior 
year, Jill had changed very little. She still had the flat-chested awkward 
appearance of a girl about to enter puberty. Emotionally, however, Jill was 
fully mature and wanted boyfriends and all the other wonderful things that 
went with being a woman. This was not to be, of course. Teenage boys don't 
risk their fragile reputations by dating plain looking girls. 

It was tough for her, but she kept trying to be just one of the girls. She 
tried out for the glee club and discovered to her own amazement that she 
possessed a lilting, if not pleasant voice. The cheerleaders came next and 
though physical awkwardness betrayed her desires at first, many hard hours 
of practice got her on the squad. Jill was proud of her accomplishments as 
was her family, but she had still not attracted boys into her life. And this 
bothered her, though she firmly believed that by trying hard enough, one day 
her fortunes were bound to take a turn for the better. Someday a man will 
find me, she told herself. It just has to happen. 

A few months after her seventeenth birthday, the miracle Jill had waited so 
long for began to happen. It began as a burning sensation just behind each 
nipple of her breast. Jill tried to ignore it, but the sensation increased 
with each passing day. There were other things happening to her body at the 
same time, though she did not connect them with the itching sensation in her 
tits. 

That is, she didn't until one day in the showers after a hard cheerleading 
practice, her best friend Gloria gave her that all knowing look of hers and 
blurted out: "Well, you're finally getting some titties, Jill Watson." 

She could not believe it at first, for she had lived so long in that middle 
ground between childhood and womanhood that Jill had chilling thoughts of 
never reaching physical maturity. They were everywhere, those hipless, 
tit-less women that always seemed to carry the world's problems on their 
shoulders. 

But not me, thought Jill that day, standing in front of the dressing room 
mirror, admiring the shallow curves of her breasts. She looked into the 
mirror and at the same time slapped her hips. To her surprise, Jill felt 
soft flesh where before hard bone had protruded. Her heart pounded furiously 
in her chest and the sensual itch inside her breasts burned with intense 
delight. Something new and exciting was happening to Jill as the reflection 
in the mirror so amply proved. All her life, she had wanted boys to notice 
her for what she was: a pretty, sexy looking woman. And like many young 
girls growing up in today's confusing society, Jill's dream was coming true. 
She wanted a healthy sex life and a man to love her. And she would get both- 
though in a way that went beyond her most intimate fantasies. 

She liked the way her tits had grown firm and hard. And unlike some of her 
friends who dropped, Jill did not need the support of a bra though she 
occasionally wore one. 

Jill felt good about herself and about the way her body had turned out. And 
like other girls who experienced the joys of their sex for the first time, 
Jill liked to show off her sexiness by wearing tight sweaters and thigh-high 
mini-skirts. 

It turned a lot of heads in school and though her mother warned Jill about 
being overeager to gain attention, she paid her no mind. Most of her friends 
wore revealing clothes and besides, what did her mother know about the 
younger generation? 

Jill also liked to hitch-hike home rather than take the bus. And one day as 
she stood outside the school, her thumb out in the classic "ride" position, 
a convertible screeched to a stop. Jill recognized the driver as John 
Atkins, a football player known for his physical toughness. 

Atkins had a bad reputation among the other cheerleaders and Jill was 
apprehensive about accepting the ride. At the same time, she felt drawn 
towards him in a mysterious way. She allowed her curiosity to get the best 
of her. 

"Where to, sweetheart?" Atkins asked, grinning wolfishly. 

"Highland Drive," she responded. He didn't seem to be the unpleasant type, 
she thought. And he was very good looking. 

Atkins pulled a cold beer from a cooler in the back seat and offered one to 
Jill. He hadn't noticed her much, but now that she was close up, he saw that 
she was pretty. Extremely pretty in fact. His blood rushed through him like 
electricity. He felt the familiar stirring of his cock inside his pants and 
he decided to try a few tricks on the girl who sat beside him. 

A tingly sensation swept through Jill's braless tits like little warning 
buzzers. Something is not right, she thought, as the convertible rocketed 
down the road. Atkins was driving like a mad man, weaving the low slung 
machine through traffic. He ran a stop sign, nearly side-swiping a 
Volkswagen before he hit the freeway. 

"Hey, slow down," she cried out. The wrap around windshield seemed to 
distort the other cars as they whizzed by; just quick visual blurs as the 
convertible hit the century mark. 

Jill was terrified of high speed driving. The small voice in the back of her 
mind told her of impending doom. She imagined the car spinning wildly out of 
control, crashing into the guard railing and throwing them both to their 
deaths. 

"Oh, please! Stop!" she cried. But her voice was drowned out by the wind 
screaming through the open car. And John Atkins appeared to have no 
intention of slowing down. His cruel face was pulled back into a wicked 
smile and his eyes danced with devilish merriment. 

"Some car, huh?" he shouted. "I can drive like this all day." 

To emphasize his point, Atkins swung the car violently to the right, passing 
the surprised occupants of a blue Dodge on the narrow emergency lane. 

Jill put both hands up to her eyes and waited for the crashing sound of two 
tons of metal against concrete. When the accident did not materialize, Jill 
went into shock. She had the same sense of unreality that a panic-stricken 
swimmer might have if he were suddenly plucked from the water just as he was 
going under. 

Atkins drained the beer can and flipped it out on the road where it skipped 
crazily along the cement. He slowed the car down and took the Highland Drive 
exit at a reasonable speed. A tree-lined park came up on their right and he 
wheeled the Dodge into the picnic area overlooking a stream. 

Jill had spent many happy yours playing Frisbee in the park as a child. She 
was stunned from the perilous journey, and was not prepared for what came 
next. 

John lunged at her suddenly and clamped his mouth over her lips. He forced 
her mouth open and plunged his tongue into her soft void. Jill froze with 
alarm. She felt his arm snake up her miniskirt and wiggle into her panties. 
Her thighs snapped open instinctively as his finger found the parted slit of 
her cunt. Drunk as he was, Atkins had not forgotten how to work a girl's 
crack into a state of excitement. 

Jill bucked her hips against his hand. She wanted to do something; at least 
scream, or cry, or shout-anything at all. But she just sat there, legs 
spread apart with this man's hand jammed into her virgin sex channel, 
wondering how to react. 

Her sexual adventures had been limited. She had never felt a man's hand 
between her legs working the cum juice into her pubic thatch. His mouth felt 
good against hers, she thought, and his hand felt good where it was. Her 
breasts throbbed with pleasure as Atkins' hand parted her cunt lips and she 
wondered if it was all right to let a man violate her this way. 

"How's that, baby?" Atkins asked, snapping his thumb nail against her rigid 
clitoris. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!" she cried, the fiery sensation between her legs quickly 
spreading through the rest of her. Though Jill felt only pleasure and not 
guilt, she tried pushing him away. "You must stop this." 

"I agree," he said drunkenly. He ripped open his fly and freed his swollen 
cock from restrictive panel of his underwear. "Now you give me a little 
pleasure, sweetie. Suck!" The prick lifted its ugly head, the conical shaped 
face challenging Jill to accept its throbbing rewards. She studied the cock 
with intent curiosity like a child trying out a new Christmas toy. Ugly blue 
veins marred its sleek, masculine beauty. She followed the length of his 
cock with her eyes, watching it twitch and flicker, ready to strike. 

"Suck me, goddamn it!" yelled Atkins. "Suck it with your mouth!" 

A twinge of revulsion shivered down her spine. I can't put that ugly thing 
inside me, she thought. She looked at the tiny hole in the middle of the 
circumcised head and imagined the shaft forced into her mouth as the hole 
dilated and cum shot into her mouth. What a terrible thing to ask a woman to 
do, she said to herself. I couldn't ever suck a man's penis. 

Atkins' excitement had reached a peak and he drunkenly screamed at her once 
again to satisfy his sexual passions. 

"I can't hold it much longer," he bellowed. "Now do it! Do it!" His hand 
surrounded the shaft and he frantically brought it up and down the 
translucent skin that sheathed his powerful member. 

Confronted with so much sex in just a few passing seconds, Jill gave in to 
her most animal instincts and reached out for the cock that danced before 
her. Though her mind raced with explosive thoughts-spurred on by passion or 
guilt, she did not know which-the feeling of gripping a hard prick in her 
hands did not bother her. In fact, the shaft's pleasing warmth made her feel 
good. 

"Oooooo," she said in a voice that was almost a whistle. "You're so very 
hot. You're . .. you're burning up in my hand." And, as if to prove her 
point, Jill frigged his cock in a blur of motion. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!" screamed John, his excitement reaching a climatic peak. 
Unable to hold himself back any longer, Atkins bucked his hips off the seat 
and pushed his inflamed member towards the girl's face. 

"Good gracious!!" she screamed out. To Jill, the surprise thrusting of 
Atkins' hips seemed an extension of the frigging she was giving his cock. It 
seemed, at least to her at that wild, crazy moment, that she had lifted him 
into the air by merely pulling on his prick. She watched with wide open eyes 
at the pine hole in the circumcised head as it dilated just as she had 
fantasized, the opening grew bigger and bigger and then the cum wad shot out 
into her face. 

"Yesssss!" yelled John as he shot jet after jet of sticky semen into the 
face of his hitchhiking companion. His balls jerked in their sack as the 
fluid rushed through his shaft and out the spurting end. 

The vicious liquid caught her under the nose. And before Jill could push his 
cock out of the way, three more jets had found their target. 

"You beast!" she cried, tears filling her eyes. "How could you do such an 
awful thing!" 

Atkins was not prepared for Jill's reaction. He had shot his wad on lots of 
girls. Some even like their sex that way, feeling cum sprayed in their face. 
So he could not possibly understand how traumatic the episode had been for 
Jill. 

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I just let it slip out, that's all." He put a 
protective arm around the hysterical girl. His cock continued to ooze its 
fertile message onto the leather upholstered seat while he tried to comfort 
Jill from further embarrassment. 

"Get away from me," she screamed slipping through the outstretched arm. "I 
never want to see you again." Her fumbling hand found the latch to the door 
and in an instant she was out and running through the park, wiping the 
remaining cum slime from her tear-streaked face. 

"I'll make it up to you," he cried out from the car. Then as an 
afterthought, though even to his woozy mind it sounded corny, he said, "I 
think I love you." 

Two girls walking through the park watched Jill as she scurried off down the 
pathway. John was now standing up in the front seat watching her go quite 
unaware that his flaccid cock was drooping out from his trousers. 

"Probably fucked her brains out," said one girl admiring the lengthy shaft. 
"That's a big cock he's got there." 

"That's a donkey dick," responded the friend. "I know 'cause my daddy has 
one." 

 CHAPTER THREE 

To drive the terrible memories of John Atkins from her mind, Jill did not 
attend classes for the remaining part of the week. She told her mother that 
a bad case of mononucleosis was going around and her Physical Ed teacher 
thought it best she stay home for several days. The big football game with 
arch rival Kearny High School was coming up, explained Jill, and the coach 
wanted all the cheerleaders in top form to cheer on the team. 

It was a flimsy excuse, but in the way of mothers, Mrs. Watson took it hook, 
line and sinker. 

Jill stayed in bed and spent the time reading books. She was an avid reader, 
mostly Gothic romance novels, and imagined herself as one of the heroines. 
In her mind she could see herself as a Southern belle during the Civil War 
fighting the bluecoats while waiting for the return of her Confederate 
lover. She was always courageous in those daydreams, but she wondered what 
she would really do if kidnapped by violent, dangerous men. She realized 
that desperate men very often behave in depraved ways. They could do 
anything they wanted, she thought. There had been a girl in school who had 
been picked up by several older men and forced to have sex with both of 
them. The attack caused quite a commotion at school and the girl had to drop 
out for a year. Jill didn't blame the girl, but she wondered what would she, 
Jill Watson, have done if two men forced her into a sex act. 

Foolish daydream, thought Jill. Still, there was no denying warmth that 
rippled through her breasts. Her nipples, always the barometer of her sexual 
excitement, were hard, little points. 

Her books had described the heroines as strong-willed women who out-witted 
their lusty, degenerate attackers. 

Maybe that was not the way it happened, Jill thought. Her heart pounded 
crazily as her mind conjured up the scenes the authors had so carefully 
omitted. 

She imagined herself locked in a dungeon, her arms secured by shackles. The 
clothes were ripped from her body. Her prized breasts were the object of 
much licking and sucking. She realized that men could do anything to her. In 
her fantasy she saw John Atkins spread out her thighs and plunge his fingers 
into her most private parts. She imagined his wedge shaped prick flicking 
before the dark face of her pleasure mound before lunging into her sex tube. 

"Oh, God, how awful," she said. The fantasy overwhelmed her, and she became 
its prisoner. Atkins plunged his cock into her opening again and again until 
he screamed wildly and Jill felt the warm gush of semen spread through her 
channel. She gasped, for as Atkins withdrew his wilted tool, he yelled out, 
"All right, matey, you next." And for the first time she saw that Atkins was 
not alone in her dream, that behind him were queued up half a dozen men 
waiting their turn. 

"That couldn't happen," Jill said out loud. "I wouldn't let those men take 
advantage of my womanhood." And yet there was a kernel of truth in her 
dream. Somewhere in the back of her mind a small voice was trying to tell 
her something, though she had no idea what it was. 

Jill felt excited about returning to school. She was up an hour early and 
laid out her clothes carefully. A full length mirror was secured to her 
bedroom door and Jill would stand before it and watch herself dress. 

First went the tiny panties. Then the sheer panty hose. The nylon fabric 
clung to her legs as she rolled them on. And the top panel felt secure 
against the curve of her pubic mound. 

She paused for a brief glimpse of her well-rounded body in the mirror. The 
rounded breasts with the hard nipple ends stared back at her. She smiled 
impishly and felt a sudden desire to thrust both hands into the panty hose 
top and rub her cunt. Aren't you the holy terror, she thought, putting on 
the low cut bra. John Atkins or not, Jill was determined to look her best. 
And she liked the support the bra gave her, cupping her breasts like two 
gentle hands while the top part left the skin bare right down to the nipple. 
Normally she wore a sweater, but today she felt like trying a blouse. 
Showing off her well developed chest had first been a cause of 
embarrassment. But she had grown to like her tits and showing them off made 
her feel deliciously feminine. On went the blouse and the blue mini, and 
making final adjustments, Jill was ready for school. 

Biology was her favorite class and she always rushed to her seat which was 
in the first row. Most of her friends couldn't stand the dull technical 
lectures, but she found them stimulating. It never ceased to amaze her how 
many different species of animals there were in the world. 

The professor, Al Sweeney, was a thin, well built man still in his early 
thirties, though the Walrus moustache and dark Granny glasses made him 
appear much younger. He had taught biology for three years and found it to 
be an incredibly dull subject to teach. So to liven things up, Sweeney spent 
countless hours pouring over scientific quarterlies looking for shocking 
bits of information to generate interest in his class. Today he had an 
exceptionally interesting topic. 

"The gibbet cat has strange ways of mating," Sweeney was saying, "because 
the females attack the males." Sweeney gazed straight ahead, but he managed 
to keep Jill Watson in his view. Watching her breasts had become a pastime 
for him, and class was not the same when she had been absent. "This may seem 
hard to believe, but when the gibbet cat comes into heat, she corners the 
first male around and literally mates him to death!" Sweeney emphasized the 
final word and got the expected giggling and chuckling that he wanted. "And 
not just one male, but dozens of gibbets. And savage copulation goes on for 
many hours, sometimes days until the female is satisfied." 

Jill frowned. It seemed impossible for such a brutal act to go on in nature. 
Even animals had a conscience, she was convinced. She looked up with a frown 
on her face and saw that Mr. Sweeney was staring right at her. 

"You appear not to believe me, Miss Watson," he said. A bemused smile 
crossed his face as if he could read her carefully hidden thoughts. 

Jill was terrified. "Well... a-a," she began. But in mid-sentence she 
stopped for the intense sensation of sex was upon her. She didn't know what 
had done it, but her cunt was thoroughly wet. 

"You see, Miss Watson, species of the animal kingdom are not constructed 
like you and I," he said evenly. "Nature has given every animal species a 
way of reproducing its own. And, believe me, there are countless ways of 
mating. So if the gibbet's way seems strange and unnatural, well, it should 
because humans don't mate that way." 

"Yes, they do," said a high pitched voice in the back of the room. For a 
frantic moment, Jill imagined John Atkins standing up and telling the class 
what had happened in the front seat of the convertible. 

Sweeney groaned silently to himself. "Do you having something to say, Mr. 
Bridges." Every class had a trouble maker, thought Sweeney, but Jeff Bridges 
was that rarity: A troublemaker who didn't mean to be one. 

"There're lots of girls who have to have more than one man during mating 
season," the frail looking boy argued. "I've heard of gang bangs where 
chicks take on twenty guys." 

The classroom burst into laughter as the hour bell rang. 'That's a dumb 
question, Bridges," snapped Sweeney. "And I won't have that gutter talk in 
my classroom. Class dismissed!" 

Sweeney turned to Jill and stood before her in an almost apologetic pose. He 
loomed over her and tried to avoid looking down her cleavage. "I'm sorry for 
the interruption," he said. "But as I was saying, all acts are natural in 
nature. And what might seem strange or in the sense we're talking about ... 
perverted, doesn't mean the rest of the animal kingdom sees things that 
way." 

Jill rose from the desk, painfully aware of the wetness between her legs. "I 
think I understand, Mr. Sweeney. And thank you." 

Sweeney watched the young girl run off and felt strangely attached to the 
young girl, in a way that he never had for other students. 

He grinned, feeling his cock rise up in his shorts. Ah well, he thought. 
Such is the sex life of a high school professor. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The big game was a day away and all the football players had strict orders 
to stay in and rest. Which meant Jill did not have a date for the evening. 
She hated spending the night watching television or something equally inane. 
But there wasn't much else to do. That is, until Betsy, her best friend 
called up and announced they were going on a blind date. 

"I don't know who he is," she said, "I think he's a friend of Bob's." 

She agreed to go along. At least it was something to do on a Thursday night 
and there was the prospect of meeting a boy who might really turn her on. 
Jill ran up the front stairs to her bedroom and quickly pulled on her street 
clothes. 

As she gave a last minute brushing to her hair, Mrs. Watson walked in and 
beamed her approval at her daughter's choice of clothes. 

"Going somewhere, dear," she said. "Weren't you going to stay home this 
evening?" It was her way to question her daughter's coming and going and 
sometimes it was a cause of irritation in the Watson household. Jill loved 
her mother and overlooked it when she inquired about every facet of her 
life. Her mother was an endless source of optimism. She was pretty in her 
own way with twinkling blue eyes, frosted hair and a slim waist. She looked 
perfect in the role of a hostess for a church social, though Mrs. Watson 
rarely attended church. 

"Betsy asked me over to her house," said Jill. "She's having some friends 
over." 

Mrs. Watson gave her daughter a hug. "That's all right, dear, you don't have 
to explain everything. I'm just an old fuddy-duddy who sticks her nose where 
it doesn't belong. You run along, and don't worry. Your father and I won't 
be waiting up for you." 

Jill was confused by her mother gushing response, but lately nothing her 
mother did or said could surprise her anymore. If she seemed a little odd at 
times, well, that was just her way. 

Jill groaned twice to herself after leaving the house. Once, when she 
discovered her blind date was Kevin Bridges, the wiry, bespectacled kid in 
her biology class. The second groan was when Betsy's date drove by the Tu-Vu 
drive-in where most of the crowd went and instead ended up at the Rancho 
DeLuxe, a grimy, crumbling place featuring X-rated movies. 

"Watch the movie," instructed Betsy with a giggle. "We might learn 
something." 

Kevin, however, was not waiting for any cinematic instructions. "Hello, 
Jill," he said with a slurred voice. Jill looked into small, boyish face and 
saw two glassy eyes staring down at her tits. She guessed he was on some 
kind of drug, for his bony fingers possessed super human strength. He 
slipped his hands down to her trim waist and moved his legs over so his 
knees parted her thighs. 

"No, Kevin, not here," she murmured. She did not want him, Jill told 
herself. She did not want Kevin Bridges pushing those strong fingers of his 
into her panties and playing with her most private parts. Oh, God, now, she 
was not ready to suffer another humiliation as she had in the convertible. 
She could not degrade herself in such a manner! 

Kevin was not discouraged by Jill's sudden coolness towards him. Once Jill 
knew his intensions of seducing her, she would go along with him "Behave 
yourself and don't make a scene," she whispered as Kevin advanced. Why does 
this always happen to me, she thought, trying to push him away. There was 
sweat on his brow and she could detect the smell of cherry life savers on 
his breath. A knot formed in her stomach as she tried closing her legs. Jill 
reached up for his head, losing her grip in the process, and they both 
tumbled down to the back seat. Kevin's face came crashing down on hers and 
his tongue slipped silently between her lips. 

Oh, this is awful, she thought, her pulse pounding wildly as the trapped 
invader thrashed about the hollow of her mouth. His body clung to hers like 
a leech. 

His tongue probed its new home and she found herself returning his passion. 
In and out he went, starting the slow rhythm of sex that once begun, was 
impossible to stop. 

A hand went to her breast. Her nipples hardened to his touch and when his 
free hand found the bra clasp she let out a gasp. 

Her cunt was wildly wet. His knee kept her thighs spread apart as the juice 
seeped from her slit. 

"Jesus, look at them go at it," giggled Betsy. "This is better than the 
goddamn movie." 

Jill was not interested in what her friend had to say. Her mind swirled with 
more important things. Like having Kevin play with her pussy! 

Rolling over on her side, Jill ground her sex mound against his knee. 

"Jesus, you're a hot little thing," exclaimed Kevin. He had liked her for 
sometime, but never had he thought of her as a sex crazed animal. 

"Put it here," she demanded, tearing his mouth from hers. Ripping open her 
Levi's, Jill exposed her cunt to Kevin's glassy eyes. "Now for Pete's sake, 
do it!" 

As she said the words, a thrill flashed across her body. Her hot channel 
begged for sex. From the goose-fleshed tips of her breasts to the oozing 
mouth of her gash, Jill Watson was ready for the good fucking she wanted so 
badly. 

"Hurry! Hurrrry!!" She reached for his crotch and pulled his pants open 
exposing his hard, glistening cock. 

Kevin felt so excited he wasn't sure what to do next. His hand dipped into 
the "V" of her thighs and then into her parted slit. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" cried Jill in ecstatic relief. She squirmed against the two 
intruders letting her cunt walls collapse around them. She thrust against 
them once, felt an exquisite spasm of pleasure, then bucked again. 

Kevin worked his fingers into her slot. At the same time he positioned his 
hips over her face and lowered his throbbing cock into her mouth. 

"Suck it!" he insisted as her lips closed around his member. And with great 
relief, Jill did as she was told. His prick slipped to the very back of her 
throat. He drew back his hips, letting her lips suckle every bit of his 
shaft, then plunged deep into her face. 

"Ooooooo!" he groaned. There was no doubt in his mind that this sylvan nymph 
was good at cock sucking. He wanted to leave his prick inside her mouth all 
night and fill her face bloated with his seed. 

Jill responded to the urgency of her cunt. The thrusting fingers inside her 
flashed white hot messages to her brain. Her organs were frenzied with 
excitement. Yet she could not be satisfied until she felt the reassurance of 
a penis rammed into her slot. 

She sucked on the cock in her mouth until Kevin shuddered with delight. His 
nuts throbbed in her hands, ready to send up their dripping missive. 

"Fuck me! Stick that big cock of yours up my cunt!" she screamed pulling her 
hands free and driving her nails down into his pants. She lifted him up by 
the ass cheeks and pulled. "Fuck me, you son-of-a-bitch. Get it in this very 
second." 

The trickle of cunt juice down her thigh only drove her to greater frenzied 
heights. Once aroused, she could no sooner stop herself from completing the 
sex act than a bull could quit from charging. 

She thrust her cunt forward and sucked in his cock. The flesh quivered 
around her mound as Kevin's spear descended into her void. The prick head 
wiggled wickedly against her pussy walls and a gusher of cunt spray flushed 
from her opening. 

"Do it! Jam in there good!" she coaxed. 

In the front seat, Betsy watched the lovemaking session with growing 
intensity. She was no prude when it came to sex. A half crazed Uncle had 
taught all about the birds and the bees in a deserted wood shed on her 
father's farm. She knew all about sex and yet with all the affairs she had 
managed in her seventeen years, Betsy had never watched another couple make 
love. 

She had always managed to find a dimly lit room, or an unused couch, or an 
attic hideaway or even a front seat in which to fuck her boyfriend. But this 
was something entirely new to her. 

"Look at them get it on," she whispered. There was nothing delicate about 
their sex act. The pick looked like a cruel, menacing instrument as Kevin 
pistoned his shaft into her hole. 

Betsy thought Jill was being victimized. Her legs were pulled back, against 
her shoulders revealing the soft hole of her cunt mound. Betsy could not 
look at her best friend without a feeling of revulsion. For sex was not the 
nice, clean act that she thought it was. 

The cock that slid in and out of Jill's mound seemed a brutal, mindless 
device that acted on its own. Her cunt itself was not the delicate, 
intricate thing that Betsy had first thought. The lips had been yanked 
apart. Her channel had been penetrated in the most savage way, she thought, 
her most private and sensitive organ laid bare and vulnerable. 

There was another thing too. The powerful odor of their lovemaking filled 
the tiny car. The odor poured from every orifice engulfing them in a human 
miasma. Betsy bit her tongue to keep herself from gagging. She watched Kevin 
as he increased the rhythm of their fucking. His ass cheeks seemed to bounce 
about like water filled balloons. At the same time she saw how Jill 
responded to his lusty strokes by grinding her snatch into his mound as 
their bodies meet with each thrust. 

"Oh, God, this is terrible," she said. The odor of sex was rising to her 
flared nostrils. She remembered how sex had been for her. Eyes closed, arms 
stretched out, her lover straddling her thighs as his prick brought her to 
an orgasm in a very silent, sterile way. She had never been aware of the 
rawness of lovemaking. Watching Jill's mushy cunt gulp for the prick that 
thrust inside made Betsy tingle all over. Smelling them as they neared their 
climax made her mind teem with thoughts. What would it feel like to be 
fucked so savagely? Did her cunt smell like that? What would her own juice 
taste like? His juice? 

She was aware of Bob's strong hand searching through her blouse and finding 
the thumb-size nipple of her breast. Their lovemaking always started this 
way. Start with the tits, then work down to the cunt. If they had been alone 
that's the way she would have wanted her sex. But this time they were not by 
themselves. Her best friend was getting her brains fucked out in the back 
seat and Betsy wanted to ... the words caught in her throat. .. yes, she 
wanted to fuck with them. God, yes, she thought. I'm going to cum when Jill 
gets her rocks off. 

Betsy pulled open the metal snaps to her Levi's and rolled them off. Her 
eyes shone with uncommon brilliance. Her body was feverish for sex and an 
explosion of electricity raced up and down her nerve chain. She turned to 
her incredulous mate and shouted, "Get those pants off, right now!" 

Bob did not understand the radical change that had come over his girlfriend 
and he didn't try to. "Okay, anything to make you happy," he said, 
unbuckling his belt. In what seemed an instant his nude body gleamed in the 
moonlit night. His cock wiggled out in the air like a trout leaping in fast 
running stream. 

Jill was only half aware of the fumbling going on in the front seat. Her 
cunt glowed with the magic warmth that comes with intense penetration. Her 
love juice poured like thick soup from her mound, running down the trough 
between her legs into her ass-slit. 

"Aaaarrrggghhh!" she groaned at the new pleasure invading her body. She 
squirmed under the incessant attack of the prick inside her. Betsy hunched 
up her cunt so more juice flowed to the virgin opening of her bunghole. 
"More! Do it more!" she begged. The frothy juice filled her slit with its 
warmth. "Yes! Jesus, yes!" 

The orgasm was close at hand for Jill Watson, and she pushed her tired 
muscles to exhaustion in order to achieve it. Betsy watched with a 
fascination that bordered on hysteria. Her cunt was drawn up tight as a nut 
and she knew full well that it would take many precious minutes to make the 
mound soft and sensitive. But there wasn't time. And to her sex-crazed mind, 
Betsy had to feel the mighty thrust of a penis in her channel right at that 
instant. 

Betsy turned on the front seat and with wild abandon, brought her face down 
on Bob's cock. 

"Aaaahhhh!" groaned Bob, feeling the wet presence of her lips around his 
shaft. "You can do that anytime, baby!" 

While her mouth worked up his passion, Betsy fumbled frantically in her 
purse until she found the small bottle of baby oil. Her cunt was much to dry 
for fucking. She took the bottle and squeezed the oily contents between her 
cunt lips. 

The sudden entry of the bottle top made her want to cry out. She held one 
cock prisoner in her mouth while a second imitation penis stuck between her 
spread thighs pumping oily fluid into her vagina. It was like being fucked 
in her two holes at the same time. 

"Hurry, Bob .. . For God's sakes, I want to cum right now, right this very 
instant. Get it in me. Get that big thunder-stick inside my cunt this 
instant. . .. Hurrrrryyyyy!!!" 

Bob was game for just about anything. He had no sooner wheeled his car into 
the parking slot then his old buddy Kevin started getting his rocks off in 
the back seat. And now Betsy was doing the same thing. It just wasn't like 
her, but now wasn't the time to ask questions. Now when she was hovering 
above him ready to bring down that glistening tight button of hers down on 
his cock. 

"I'm yours, darling," he said, arching his cock up towards her crescent 
shaped opening, "Let my big cock put a permanent part in that cunt of 
yours." 

Bob positioned his prick. Quickly Betsy brought her cunt down on his stick. 
Her channel was filled with baby oil, but her muscles were still bunched up 
in knots. 

"Owwwww!" she screamed, the cock plunging into her slit. It hurt worse than 
she had imagined. She was tighter than a virgin cunt, but it was too late to 
turn back. She was determined to take the full length of his prick inside 
her. Even if it meant ripping through her cunt walls to do it. 

She jammed the baby oil bottle into her opening and squeezed a long stream 
of oil against his prick. "In! Stick it in!" 

Bob complied eagerly with her demand. Pulling back so that the viscous fluid 
found its way into her tortured flesh, Bob bunched up his hips and slammed 
his cock into her breech. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" Betsy yelled. She almost fainted from the pain. AND HIS COCK 
WAS ONLY HALFWAY INSIDE HER HOLE! From the backseat the sound of flesh 
flopping against flesh brought her back to her senses. Jill's coming any 
second, she thought. Panic seized her pain-racked body. Touching her hole 
once more, Betsy readied herself above the rigid phallus and with a 
thundering scream, brought her cunt down on his prick. 

Her tight flesh surrounded his prick from tip to stern. The oil poured from 
her slit out on his stomach making a miniature oil spill. Her muscle gripped 
him securely and he couldn't remember ever being held so tightly before. It 
was like fucking her mouth only much warmer. And what was really icing on 
the cake was she was fucking him. He didn't have to move a finger for this 
beautiful piece of ass. Just lay back and let her cunt to all the work 
"Start fucking!" he shouted, grabbing her breasts with both hands. He loved 
playing with a woman's breasts during sex. They seemed to firm up once he 
was inside her and the red tips tasted so good in his mouth. 

Betsy reared her hips back and slammed her cunt down on his cock. God, this 
is good, she thought to herself. No longer was it necessary to match her 
love strokes with those of her partner. She could fuck as hard as she 
pleased. 

"Again! Here it comes again!" she yelled thrusting her aching flesh up and 
down. 

"Cumming!" screamed Jill from the backseat. "Oh, I'm cumming!" Writhing and 
twisting under the dick that pummeled her cunt, Jill felt the heart stopping 
pleasure of her orgasm spread slowly from her love channel and then back 
again. That was the way she climaxed. Rippling waves of ecstasy spread from 
the center of her womb. Back and forth went these love rhythms, each time 
building with intensity. Then the magic moment arrived when the rippling 
waves went out and out, never returning to their source. That was her 
orgasm. Continuous pleasure waves splashing through her body like great, 
crashing breakers thundering on the beach. 

"Aaaiiieee! Cummming! Right this minute!! This second!!!" she yelled, 
thrusting her hips. Her cunt closed like a fist on the prick inside her. Her 
love channel walls squeezed down upon his member sucking it for the sweet 
tasting nectar trapped inside. 

"This is it, baby!" bellowed Kevin, his nuts swollen with come. Though her 
vaginal walls were lined with slippery mucus, Kevin could not budge He was 
trapped inside her and he felt momentarily helpless as he lay glued to her 
cunt mouth while his semen rushed up his prick and flooded the wedge shaped 
cock head. 

"Take it, bitch!" he shouted. "Take my hot juice. Here it is! Thick, hot 
cum!" The cock bucked and a jet of precious fluid scurried into her channel. 

"Yes, oh yessssss!!!!" she begged as the warmth spread through her. Another 
discharge of cum shot through her cunt, mixing with the feminine slime that 
enveloped his member. 

Across the seat Betsy was pumping her hips furiously to get her own orgasm 
started. Perhaps she had overestimated her desire to cum with her best 
friend. Her womb burned like a smoldering coal. And Bob was sucking her hard 
tits into a frenzy! But still she could not drive the passion into the rest 
of her body. 

Desperately Betsy lunged herself forward. She turned animal clawing at Bob's 
hairy chest, digging the nails deep into flesh. She was thrashing about like 
a fish out of water. Overcome by her own hysteria, Betsy was unaware of what 
she was doing. 

"Hey, stop that" yelled Bob. The one thing he didn't need was some little 
bitch who liked to beat the shit out of men. 

"Make it happen to me!" she begged him, squirming about between his legs 
like an impaled squirrel kicking for those last gasping breaths of life. 
"You dirty, cocksucking son-of-a-bitch! Do it to me! Fuck me! Oh, God, yes! 
Fuuuuccckkk meeeeee!" 

One of Betsy's wild swings caught Bob just above the scrotum, a well timed 
move that sent him howling with rage. 

"I'll make you cum, bitch!" he yelled in her face, his wild Irish temper 
going both burners. "I'll split your fucking cunt in two!!" 

Unaware of his own strength, Bob grabbed Betsy by the ass cheeks and lifted 
her off his cock and threw her down on the seat. Rising up above he looked 
down on the pitiful mass of humanity wiggling below him. He was looking at a 
woman brought to the very edge of a sexual fulfillment then denied that all 
encompassing pleasure. Only then did he realize the full strength of the sex 
drive. He looked across the seat opposite of what squirmed below his thighs. 
A woman perfectly content with herself and the world around her. 

Voices from outside the car drifted in the window. They were in a drive-in 
theater after all, and their screaming and moaning had undoubtedly attracted 
some attention. Bob could not leave Betsy in her state of agony. And crowd 
or no crowd, he could not quit until his own prick was satisfied. He brought 
his smooth, muscled body down on her belly. His cock probed into the flaxen 
hair of her mound, pressing its weight against her flesh until it found the 
parted lips of her cunt. 

She whimpered as his cock began the journey up her sex hole, and her fingers 
dug deeper into his flesh. "Oh Christ! Oh... .Oh! ... Ohhhhh!!!" He plunged 
into her channel feeling her juice surrounding his shaft. 

The residue of pain and disgust had been drained from his memory. His mind 
was refreshed and alert. Once again he had proved himself in the sex act. He 
had dominated his woman by sheer force and how he was going to fuck her in a 
way that she would never forget domination. 

Betsy felt the penis grow inside her womb until it seemed as big as a 
salami. Her legs buckled under her and her sex mound turned soft as 
strawberry preserves. An angry sound burst from her asshole as Bob began his 
his fucking strokes. "Oooooo!" she groaned. A flash burst blinded her mind 
as the pleasure exploded through her flesh. "Yesssss!" she cried out feeling 
the cock grow inside her cunt until it seemed ready to split her vagina. She 
felt a shudder of ecstasy followed by a warm spray of cock juice. 

"Right on!" yelled Bob as his wad burst free. His seed was boiling hot as it 
slipped through his shaft into her slot. And that was just the way Betsy 
liked it. Thick, sloppy come oozing into the deepest recesses of her vagina. 

In the back seat, Jill was laying back in the soft folds of the upholstered 
seat listening to primal sounds of their lovemaking. Their words made her 
own cunny twitch with anticipation. To her fertile imagination, now primed 
by the emotional residue of her orgasm, Jill imagined Bob jumping up from 
the front seat and cramming his cock up her hole. 

What a horrible thought, she told herself. Making love to two men sounded 
almost perverted to her. But closing her eyes, that is exactly what she was 
thinking about, perverted or not. In her dreams she saw a procession of men 
lining up to take their turn banging her hole. 

Jill suddenly bolted upright in her seat. In the front seat she watched 
Betsy climaxing, her body jerking spastically under the pounding of Bob's 
enormous cock. 

The movie had already begun. Up on the giant screen she watched as a man 
clad only in a bright red tie fuck the face of a young woman squatting on a 
commode. "I don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as 
long as you suck my cock," the man was saying. "Oh my," answered Jill truly 
amazed at the sight before her. "Oh my." 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Jill tip-toed silently up to the front door and opened it with her key. In 
the eerie mid-evening stillness, the lock tumblers click loud as rifle 
shots. Her father had the Saturday morning shift at the cement plant where 
he worked. Jill knew she'd catch hell if she woke him up. 

The X-rated movie had not turned out to be all that sensational. The man in 
the red neck tie was a used car salesman who did very little except run from 
one bedroom to another. Except for the commode scene, there was very little 
sex to speak of, and everyone all agreed to cut out early. 

Jill had said goodnight to Kevin and now she was inside her home, the 
evening nearing its logical end. It had been all right, she told herself. 
The sex had been good, even better than she'd expected. Come seed still 
leaked from her cunny as she crept up the stairs to her bedroom at the end 
of the hall. The cum slime felt warm against her mound and its pungent odor 
drifted up from her stained panties. 

"Why do I do these things, she asked herself. Men do these awful things to 
me. .. I shouldn't let men do these rude acts. .. Oh, I like having sex.. . 
but it's wrong for men to come down on me whenever they want ... I shouldn't 
let them." 

Jill was no woman's libber, but she had read several magazines advocating 
feminine militancy and she agreed with some of their ideas. 

She didn't like it when the man made all the decisions. Why did society deem 
it wrong for the female to take the initiative when it came to sexual 
matters. Many times she felt like taking the family car and cruising around 
until she found some big stud that turned her on. But she couldn't rush off 
and fuck the first person that struck her fancy because it made her feel 
guilty. It was all right for a strange boy to take her out to an X-rated 
movie and shove his organ in her cunny. That made her one of the girls. But 
reverse the order and she was considered a slut. Several girls who had been 
friends during grade school had asserted their independence and the boys 
avoided them as if they had syphilis. 

Jill stopped dead in her tracks at the sound of her mother's voice. 

"Is somebody there?" she said. In the pitch black hallway, a sliver of light 
shown underneath the bedroom door. Her folks were awake. 

"Jesus, Agnes, there's no one in the house," her father said. "Jill's not 
due in for another hour. So get that night gown off, baby, before I rip it 
off." Jill was speechless. Her father and mother were about to perform sex! 
Her heart pounded with excitement. She tried to visualize what they would 
look like. Her father was almost bald and had a large beer gut that seemed 
to spill out of rumpled trousers he wore to work. And her mother was almost 
thirty-eight years old! 

Wouldn't it be sensational watching the folks do it? thought Jill. The 
subject of sex had never entered family conversation in her house. Once her 
father had mumbled something about the "joys of reproduction," but her 
presence had made him so nervous that he never had finished speaking his 
piece. About the only thing she remembered was a stern warning about 
avoiding unwanted pregnancies. 

Jill waited breathlessly outside the bedroom door deciding what she should 
do. The door was closed securely and the key hole was too small for peering 
into the room. There was a bedroom window, however which had a small balcony 
that was rarely used. She knew that going from her room across the roof and 
to the balcony was an easy procedure even in the night. 

Yes, it was easy and she was going to do it. Jill's mind that only moments 
before had begged for sleep, was now fully awake. She knew there would be 
holy hell to pay if her father caught her sneaking a peek at their 
lovemaking. But curiosity had the best of the girl. To miss such an 
opportunity was unthinkable. She had to watch them get it on. 

Jill climbed out on tar papered roof and cat-walked her way to the balcony 
which she hopped down on without a sound. 

The night was cool and still, but the action inside the bedroom was hot and 
heavy. The drawn window shade was only partially closed. And by laying on 
her side, Jill had an excellent view of the bedroom. 

Her mother lay back on the mattress, her head propped up by several pillows 
and her knees pulled halfway to her chest. Jill followed the slender outline 
of her mother's body to the pit of her crotch. Her father's nude body hung 
over her mother, his face just above her crotch. He grinned wickedly and his 
tongue dangled from his mouth. Suddenly, he disappeared into the V of her 
mother's legs. 

WHAAAAAAA!!!!!! 

Jill bit down on her arm to keep from screaming. She did not have to be 
reminded what her father was doing with his tongue. Her cunt ached and the 
flaccid thigh muscles flexed with renewed strength. There was no feeling 
more joyous than that wet tongue lapping at your clit button. 

"Oh, that's so fucking good, George," her mother groaned. "Just you keep 
working on that clit till I say stop, ya hear?" For an instant the whole 
world seemed to go silent for Jill. Just the gentle whisper of the wind 
followed by the wet slapping sound of flesh licking flesh. 

"Oooooo!!!" said Mrs. Watson, "that tongue of yours, George, sends sparks 
shooting through me." She twisted and turned her supine body, grinding her 
ample hips against the invasion of male flesh. Jill saw that her father had 
worked his tongue into parted slit of her mother's cunt and was thrusting it 
in and out, up and around her flesh mound. Jill's own cunt was sopping wet. 
She knew the pleasurable sensation of a man's drooling tool sticking the 
ripe softness of her quim. Having experienced such earthly joys only minutes 
before, Jill was primed for more sexual contact. Her whole body shook with 
the erotic desire. Though the incessant voice of her conscience would not 
let her throw open the window and hop into bed with her folks, Jill was not 
content being only a voyeur. 

How can I? she wondered. My own mother and father enjoying their marital 
bliss and I'm intruding on them. I don't care for them. I just want my body 
satisfied. I just want to have sex all the time! 

"Fucking-A, George, hurry up!" screamed Mrs. Watson. "You're just teasing 
me. You know how I want you to fuck me. Quit this bullshit and let's do. Do 
it!" 

George withdrew his tongue and stared wantonly at his wife. Though his belly 
was enormously bloated, Jill noticed his hips and thighs were hard, sinewy 
muscle. She also had no trouble recognizing the crazed, glassy stare in his 
eyes. 

"Just remember Agnes, this is your idea," he said, pulling her by the 
ankles. "I'm perfectly content to fuck your hole or your face like we do 
every night of the week. I like your cunt, it gives me lots of pleasure and 
it's soft just like your mouth." 

Jill was having a difficult time understanding her father. Perhaps they knew 
something about sex that she didn't. The thought incensed her. She had long 
ago given up taking advice from adults. She was on her own, a grown woman, 
capable of making her own decisions. Except, that is, when it came to 
moments like this when she felt her confidence challenged. 

"Shut up, you talk happy son-of-a-bitch," said her mother. "I want you 
there. Right between my thighs, sweetie." 

Jill was dumbfounded. She had never heard her soft-spoken mother talk in 
such a profane manner. 

She seemed possessed by a foreign spirit. 

"Keep talking, dear," said George rearing back. He sat on his knees just 
inside the V shape of her legs. "Here's my big prick and I'll stick it just 
where you want it." He grabbed her thighs and pulled her over on her 
stomach. Jill watched as her father shoved a hand under her mother's pussy 
and lift her into a kneeling position. Now George was staring directly into 
parted cheeks of her asshole. 

"Oh, yes, George," Agnes said a whine in her tone. "Now do it, damn it. 
Don't jam your finger in and think that's going to make me come. I want your 
whole cock, understand. Every fucking inch. And I want it straight up my 
asshole, right to the hilt." 

Jill trembled all over as she looked at the rounded curve of her mother's 
ass. She had heard dirty stories from the girls about the wild orgasm a girl 
could have getting ass fucked, but she rejected such talk as pure fantasy. 
But the picture of her mother before her was no fantasy. She was actually 
going to do it. And it made Jill squirm. She could not shake the image from 
her mind; her father kneeling behind her mother like ah animal, his swollen 
cock jutting out like a giant ice-cream cone. She wondered what the feeling 
of her father's prick would be like banging at the tight knot of her bung 
hole. 

"And use the goddamn lubricant," Agnes said, a tremble of passion betraying 
the commanding tone in her voice. "Grease my hole good. I don't want the 
fucking club of yours splitting my shitter." 

As she spoke, George dug out a two finger gob of Vaseline and stuck it 
between her ass cheeks. 

"Good and greasy!" encouraged Agnes, feeling the gooey warmth invade her 
bung hole. "Jesus, that feels good. Stretch me out, baby. Really lube that 
hole. Ahhhhh!" 

Catching her breath, Jill watched her father work his fingers in and out, up 
and around the bunch of tight, sensitive muscles. Her own asshole burned 
with desire watching daddy perform his task diligently. In a dress, her 
mother looked big-hipped. But naked on the bed her giant butt cheeks 
appeared sensuous, the ravine-like split of her ass looking marvelously 
inviting. 

Unable to control herself any longer, Jill unzipped her Levi's and carefully 
piled them in a corner of the porch balcony. Next came the shirt, and the 
frilly bra so she was entirely naked. The chilly wind tensed her nipples 
into tense little cherry stones. Her cunt burned with passion and her flesh 
was taut with excitement. The twin joys of danger and sex egged her on. She 
felt no longer a master of her mind, but a captive of her fertile 
imagination. 

"Oh God, George, give it to me," Jill's mother said, moaning as though in 
pain. "You get me all hot and hungry for it. Fuck it, George. Fuck it or 
I'll go out of my mind." Her mountainous hips swung back and forth against 
the fingers which tooled her asshole. 

"Ok, sweetheart," he told her moving in between her parted legs and 
positioning his cock. Jill watched enraptured, as the big, swaying cock 
slipped into the ravine. 

"It's going to hurt a little," he warned, "this much meat stuck all at once 
in your virgin asshole is going to make you climb the walls." 

"Do it! Jesus fucking Christ! Do it," she begged. Pausing before the 
half-enraged woman, George guided the long prick up to the prune-like 
sphincter muscle and gently worked the cock head into the opening. Jill 
could almost feel the prick as it entered her mother. Frantically she jammed 
two fingers into her cunny and stroked rapidly with long thrusting jabs. 
Juice leaked into her hand; good, frothy cunt juice that made her nostrils 
flare from its pungent odor. 

"FEEL IT!!! GOD I CAN FEEL IT SQUIRM!!" screamed Agnes. Her body shook and 
quivered as the shaft probed her bunghole. It seemed to leap into her all at 
once like molten liquid burning a path up her ass channel. She gasped and 
heaved and shook and screamed while the shaft plunged into her flesh. 

"Aaaahhhh!!!!" she groaned, her voice triumphant. George spread her ass 
cheeks open wide and pulled his wife down on his joy stick. 

"Take a little more, baby," he coached. "Get it all inside." Jill stared in 
continuous fascination as the huge club pushed into the slot. She gasped 
with every flinching move of her mother's buttock. His cock was going in 
much easier than she had imagined. She wondered if her bunghole would take a 
dick so easily. The thought of a shaft sliding in and out of her channel 
inflamed her imagination, and she took out her excitement on her cunt. 
Faster and faster, in and out went her fingers. Her cunny burned white hot 
as the orgasm was not far behind. 

"IN!! IN!! STICK IT IN!!" screamed Agnes. Her mother's hand grabbed the bed 
and she lunged her butt, screaming and shouting at her husband. George 
bear-hugged her middle and rode his shaft home, hunching her hole open with 
short, jabbing strokes. When the cock finally nestled in to the hilt, he 
rested, panting like a dog while Agnes cursed and grunted. 

Jill watched the old man draw back his weapon and plunge it into her 
mother's asshole. She couldn't see the entry hole, but the way his prick 
slid in and out, she guessed it to be as big and soft as her cunt. 

I want Daddy . . . right there between my ass cheeks .,.. God, it's an awful 
thing to say, but I do .. . I want his prick inside me, Jill thought. Her 
body trembled and shook uncontrollably as the orgasm built to a peak. The 
aroma of her cunt sputtering and spitting its juice excited her. Wildly, she 
yanked her hand from her cunt and plunged her dripping fingers into her 
mouth while stroking with the free hand. She alternated in a masturbating 
frenzy, hand fucking her cunt while sucking on her juice. 

"Stick it in again! Again!! AGAIN!!!" screamed her mother feeling the 
thundering joy of the prick trapped inside her asshole. Her body screamed 
for satisfaction as she thrust and corkscrewed her hips against the 
stiffened phallus. She was good with her hips and could move them in so 
many, exotic ways. She hunched with short strokes, and pounded with long 
strokes, and twisted and swung and shuddered with combination strokes. The 
cock seemed to grow inside her. She felt it pulsate and buck like a baby 
kicking in the womb. 

"Come you fucking prick!" she screamed at George. He responded with a groan 
that infuriated her. She pulled up her thighs and sat down on his cock, 
sucking the shaft into her hole. 

Jill screamed at her mother's jerking action. At the same time she came on 
her fingers with a rush of cunt slime pouring into her hand. Suddenly, as if 
on cue, George's body jerked strongly. All his muscles seemed to tense and 
then she saw his white ass rise up lifting her mother in the air. Jill 
screamed again as the sparks of sexual passion ignited in her womb. George 
grunted loudly, oblivious to his daughter and began thrusting his prick in 
and out of his wife's spongy asshole. 

"Beautiful. Just beautiful. Fuck me good. 

Yessss!!!!" she screamed, as his cock glowed, as his cock glowed in her 
channel. "CUM!!!! CUM!!" 

"Just what you want, bitch!" screamed George attacking his wife like a 
cowboy breaking in a horse. Their flesh slapped together sounding like fresh 
dough hitting the table. "Here's that good fucking! Fresh, hot cum just for 
you! Cum! Cum! CUM UP YOUR ASS!!!!" 

George bucked his hips and timed his ejaculation so the prick was completely 
buried in the folds of his wife's asshole when he let go. 

"Aaaaiiieee!!!" screamed Agnes as her asshole closed around his spurting 
cock. Hot semen rushed up her channel, surging into her breach and spreading 
out into the virgin flesh. She pumped her hips for the final jets of her 
husband's fluid then fell forward on the bed exhausted. Her asshole twitched 
spasmodically as it continued to milk the flaccid shaft buried within it. 

Jill was exhausted from orgasming with her folks. Luckily they had not heard 
her burst out screaming or she would have been in real trouble. She stood up 
without thinking and stretched. 

Down below her she heard the hedge rustle as someone scurried away. Jill 
looked incredulous; who could possibly be down in the backyard near the 
hedge? Suddenly she felt panic seize her. Had somebody been spying on her or 
her parents? 

Her head swirled with hideous thoughts. Who would do such a thing. Quickly 
she gathered up her clothes and tip toed back across the roof. 

"Oh, God that was good, George," she heard her mother say as she was 
leaving. "That was the best I've ever had." 

"Yeah, well just clean off my cock, sweetie," her husband said with obvious 
enjoyment. "Lick all that wonderful shit off with your tongue and maybe 
we'll do this more often." 

 CHAPTER SIX 

The train carrying the Vernon High School basketball team to the state 
finals moved slowly out of the station. The elegant passenger cars lurched 
and shook along making Al Sweeney slightly nauseated before settling down to 
even, rhythmic pace. 

Trains were terribly outdated, but there was something romantic about the 
cars chugging along through small towns and vast, uncluttered spaces that 
made them fun to travel on. 

Every year Vernon High School booked three passenger cars for the state 
basketball finals. Athletics were big and the team always managed to place 
high enough in the standings to warrant the expense. Besides the team which 
filled up all of one car, there were the cheerleaders, the school clubs, the 
old alumni, and half the teaching staff. 

Sweeney went along because he liked the free trip down to the capitol. He 
was also known to be a good disciplinarian meaning the kids liked him enough 
to keep a semblance of order. 

"You all know the rules," he said standing at the head of the passenger car. 
"No drinking in front of the teachers and no smoking pot in the lavatories." 
Sweeney discovered that the students obeyed him if he pretended to be one of 
them. So he laced his warnings with many references to pimple creams, 
marijuana, booze, cocaine-whatever teenagers deemed relevant to their lives. 
Secretly he didn't care if they all got stoned out and jumped off the train. 
He wanted the free trip and the train ride. 

"No beating off either, uh?" yelled a voice from the back of the car. A 
chorus of jeering and catcalls followed the obscene remark, but Sweeney 
pretended not to hear it. He sat down in a thickly cushioned, high back seat 
and leafed through a golfing magazine. He thought about improving his short 
game for the upcoming spring tournament. 

Five rows back sat Jill. Her mother had packed a lunch big enough to serve 
half a dozen hungry people. But she wasn't the least bit interested in food. 
Ever since that revealing night on the balcony, Jill had not been the same 
person. She was struggling with her conscious. For sex was always at the 
center of her thinking. She couldn't go a single minute without her 
imagination exploring some lurid, obscene act. 

If only I hadn't seen them doing it, she thought. If only I had watched 
Daddy sticking his dick into her mother's hole. Her own cunt had been sticky 
and icky and smelly and gooey after fucking in the drive-in. And she 
wondered how her mother's bunghole felt after Vaseline. And the hot cum and 
the dick probing was anybody's guess. She knew that her parents' sex life 
was none of her business, but as their daughter she was not ready to accept 
them yet as just two human beings with normal sexual drives. They were 
different because they were her folks! 

It can't feel that good! I just know it can't! If I had been any kind of 
daughter at all, I'd have made daddy take it out! I should have pulled him 
out of mother's crack before he could spill his cum seed in her. I SHOULD HA 
VE DONE SOMETHING! 

But because she had done nothing, Jill felt cowardly. She had come along on 
the train because she was a cheerleader and did not want to let the squad 
down. In her heart, however, she did not share the joy and merriment that 
the others did. 

She did not think of sex as the clean, healthy activity that had given her 
so many great moments of pleasure. The picture was cloudy where it had been 
crystal clear. There were things about sex which she didn't want to know 
about. Or at least that is what Jill told herself. For her cunt was 
continuously sensitive to every body movement. A steady stream of juice 
flowed from her mound, saturating her panties with a viscous film. She could 
smell her body's strong aroma even through the heavy colognes which she 
sprayed liberally between her legs. And now, to add to her problems, came 
the burning glow that lived within her bunghole. It raged in her butt 
channel like an eel in a coral reef, squirming and thrashing about ready to 
blossom in sudden savagery. 

If only she had stopped her mother!!! Why hadn't she been born strong willed 
like her friend Betsy. Nothing seemed to bother Betsy. She was up and about 
lining up boyfriends for the three days that the team would be playing in 
the capitol. Jill knew she should be doing the same thing. It was pointless 
to sit around and mope. That never solved problems-especially the sexual 
variety. 

When Betsy came back from the front car, bouncing and skipping about like a 
kid her first time at an amusement park, Jill decided to play along. 

"Come on, let's go up front," Betsy said, grabbing Jill's arm. The girl's 
energy seemed to burst out at the seams. "I've got six different dates lined 
up for tournament." 

"Braggart!" chided Jill. What was she going to do with six boys when the 
tournament lasted only three days? A sense of dread forced Jill to act more 
enthusiastic than she felt. Knowing, Betsy Man-son, you'll have all those 
boys all over you the first night and then spend the next two by yourself. 

Betsy smiled impishly as if to let Jill in on a secret. Or did she? Jill's 
head was swimming in indecision. For all she knew, Betsy had no such 
intentions. 

"Come on, amigo," she said. "I want to show you something." The two raced 
merrily down the aisle past Al Sweeney who looked up for an instant from his 
magazine. He lost interest quickly in his golf magazine as the painful 
throbbing in his crotch turned his thoughts- to other, more important 
things. 

Where are those two silly nitwits going? he wondered. Though the parents of 
these kids traveling with the team assumed that part of the trip was devoted 
to some old fashion hell raising, Sweeney knew otherwise. The kids weren't 
content to drink a few beers and grab a little ass as their folks had done 
in the name of fun and adventure. Gang bangs and group gropes had replaced 
spin the bottle with the new generation. Sweeney smiled to himself and 
decided against following them to wherever the two young fillies were 
headed. There would be plenty of time for that later. He knew a little about 
both girls; not a great deal, but enough to be sure that under the right 
conditions they would be willing to try anything. 

"Where are we going?" asked Jill. They had already gone by the second 
passenger car and were now back at the dining compartment which was strictly 
out of bounds for the traveling students. 

Betsy said not a word until they reached the bar car. Most of the tables 
were empty except for one near the rear of the car. Two men were smoking and 
drinking beer. Betsy giggled out loud and led Jill towards her two male 
friends. Jill felt suspicious at first, then coming closer, her heart 
started pounding madly. 

"Kevin, what are you doing here!" she exclaimed. Suddenly, like a stiff 
breeze clearing off a morning fog, her depression lifted. Jill felt very 
much alive. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Kevin's eyes were bloodshot from the marijuana he'd smoked before boarding 
the train. Neither he nor Jeff had been granted permission to make the trip 
with the team. But there was no law against buying a ticket with his own 
money. His brain was addled by the drug. But he knew Sweeney would have a 
fit if he found the cheerleaders back with them in the bar car. 

His balls tingled as he stared into Jill's astonished face. There were a lot 
of things he liked about her, but as the train rumpled on its way, he could 
think only of the fury warmth of her slot slipping down on his cock. 

Kevin's natural shyness asserted itself every time his mind wandered into 
sex. Bent over the table so his face appeared to grow straight out of the 
table's edge, Kevin felt the words "I love you" form on the tip of his 
tongue. His mouth froze shut. He could not communicate through words and his 
hand went instinctively to the V in his trousers. The prick coiled inside 
his underwear was rock hard and the more he looked at Jill the harder and 
thicker it became. 

Jeff, however, had no such problems when it came to girls. His shaft was 
rigid as wrought iron and he wanted to plunge it into some good, soft cunny 
as soon as possible. 

"Oh, Jeff Sterling, this is a surprise," said Betsy, sitting down next to 
him. Jeff was known around school as a nice enough guy with a crazy wild 
streak that sometimes got him into trouble with the vice squad. Fortunately 
for him his father had piled up a large fortune in the construction industry 
and was able to bail his son out of trouble before the newspapers got wind 
of the story. 

Rumor had it that Jeff's prick was over a foot long and though she seriously 
doubted that sort of locker room talk, Betsy wanted to see for herself. 
"Want a drink?" he asked Betsy, his eyes never leaving her. "Or maybe 
something else?" The ominous tone of his voice electrified the air. Jill's 
heart pounded again. Her face felt feverish Jill's heart pounded again. Her 
face felt feverish as if some sort of poisonous fluid was dancing about 
inside her skull. "Excuse, me," she said rising from the table. She felt 
Kevin's eyes burning into her as she walked uncertainly towards the women's 
bathroom. Her mind slipped to the edge of consciousness and then came back. 
The fever in her head became the fever in her cunt! Immediately Jill knew 
what had to be done to assuage the terrible disease that crippled her body. 
Inside the compartment, Jill quickly shimmied out of her slacks and panties 
and sat down on the commode propping her spread out legs against the wall. 
This sex thing is like a game, she thought. I need it, want it, have to have 
it; and nothing is going to stop me from feeling it and living it. She 
extracted a bone white dildo from her purse and gingerly felt the hard 
plastic head with her hand. It's a silly game, she realized. And yet a very 
important one for her. Just as little girls needed their little dolls, 
little Jill needed her big, white dildo. 

She laughed out loud and for a moment she felt all right again. Then the hot 
itching sensation vibrated inside her juicy interior. She inserted the 
twelve inch device between the parted lips of her cunny and worked the head 
back and forth until it slid smoothly up her channel. When its length had 
filled her sex hole, Jill flicked the button to the "on" position. 
"Oooooooo!!!!!!" 

The plastic cock jolted the creamy smooth coating of her slit. Her skin 
seemed reluctant to accept the artificial invader. Her cunt flesh stretched 
out and away from the dildo's pulsating warmth. But as the electronic 
message wiggled through her, a pleasing glow spread through. 

Jill arched her hips against the mechanical penis. Her cunt muscles 
surrounded the device, holding it in place. She now had both hands free to 
slip under her blouse and work on the pink nipple ends. 

"Oh, yess ... so good ... so very good." And it was good to her. To her 
enraged and troubled soul, the whirring plastic penis felt hot and powerful 
and exciting inside her quim. She flashed hot and cold against the 
relentless prick. Her mind swam in the deep waters of her sexual 
imagination. Her cunny was a ripe luscious orange just plucked from the 
tree. And the mechanical tool was a razor sharp knife peeling away the skin 
and slicing into the succulent fruit, gushing and dripping sweet nectar as 
the blade penetrated to the core. 

"Aaaiiieee!!" 

Her mound shook furiously against the vibrating dildo trapped inside her 
channel. She screamed again and pumped her hips back and forth to receive 
its invisible seed. Her tits blared their alarm of impending pleasure as she 
punished the dark red nipples with rapid nail flicking movements. She was 
happy and alive and full of pleasure as the violent sexual waves rolled, one 
after another. 

"Yes! I'm there! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. Then she was coming. The orgasm 
arrived in all its exquisite pleasure. And her body jerked and humped to the 
strange sound of its music. 

For several seconds Jill was lost within herself. She felt warm and happy 
once again as the sexual passion was exorcised. And only the incessant 
pounding on the bathroom door brought her around. 

"Christ, Jill you all right?" said Betsy. Her voice came in like an echo off 
a stone canyon wall. Jill groggily pulled the dildo, now ripe with the smell 
of her cum, from her hole and stuck it back in her purse. She pulled up her 
Levi's and with great reluctance opened the door and let in her friend. 

"What's going one," Betsy giggled, her playful voice revealing nothing. If 
she were aware of Jill's experimentation with the drug store dildo, Betsy 
was not letting on. Perhaps she didn't care. A secret smile spread across 
her lips. She pulled a marijuana joint from her purse. "Here, have some of 
this," she offered. "The boys are coming in right quick." 

"What!" she nearly shouted. Betsy opened the door and let in Jeff and Kevin 
before quickly clicking it shut. The marijuana was bad enough and she didn't 
want the conductor coming around and finding the bathroom occupied by two 
cheerleaders. They might check my purse, she thought. Her whole world 
suddenly seemed on the verge of coming undone. They'll find it and smell it. 
Oh God! 

"We're safe," said Betsy after a few minutes. She passed the joint over to 
Jeff who took two hits before sending it on to Kevin. 

Safe or not, Jill wanted nothing to do with Betsy's impromptu party. 
Marijuana was a very potent sex drug and made boys do crazy things. She had 
all the sex she needed right in her handbag and she wanted nothing to do 
with these two boys, especially Kevin. She remembered their lovemaking at 
the drive-in theater when she had made a fool of herself by pouncing upon 
his erect penis. That would not happen again, she told herself. She was not 
going to let her sex drive force her to repeat the humiliating situations of 
the past. She would not end up in the same degrading way that her mother 
had, humping father's cock just to satisfy the body's primitive need for 
sex. 

Jeff, however, was one step ahead of Jill. 

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you like weed?" He stared at her, his 
eyes roving over her voluptuous figure. She watched his eyes sweep over her 
breasts, down along her slim waist to the flared curve of her hips. Jill had 
many times experienced this uneasy feeling as men undressed her with their 
eyes. But never had she been mentally fucked as Jeff was now doing. 

Her pulse quickened in their awkward silence. The air was thick with 
marijuana smoke and the sick-sweet smell of the hemp weed stung her 
nostrils. 

Why is he doing this to me.. .. This is not right. He's all over me . . . 
His eyes are buried inside my hole as if following the path of the dildo!! 

Jill wanted anxiously to get out. Her face turned red as a beet with 
embarrassment. Oh damn, she thought, I'm wet again. And she was. So wet that 
her panties stuck to her crotch like fly paper. The craven desires of lust 
enraged her and the recognition of these things made her head seethe with 
self-loathing and hatred. 

It was not Jeff's fault that he admired her body and wanted to assault her 
sexually. No the problem was hers; she was the one who made normal, everyday 
men act in such crazy irresponsible ways. A switch inside her brain ignited 
the self destructive impulse. 

Jill withdrew her hand from the door. A demon controlled her body, 
manipulating her movements, stimulating her senses like a puppeteer. 

"Do it... do it," she told herself while the others watched her with the 
odd, glancing looks reserved for the emotionally disturbed. "Remember how 
good their hands feel on your tits. Yes, you do want that love stick jamming 
your cunny again, don't you? It's the only thing that assuages the animal 
pleasures. A big, thrusting, cum squirting, hard-on pumping home its message 
of brute delight into your crotch pie." 

"Hey, this could be something," said Jeff, passing off the joint as it came 
around. He wanted to get high all right, but since Jill was already flying 
on a sex trip, he saw no reason not to jump aboard. 

Reaching out and kissing her on the lips, he let his hand brush against the 
inside of her thigh. Even through the heavy Levi material, he could feel her 
feminine heat. Her titties pressed against his chest like soft, ripe fruit. 
The mood of discontent rapidly lifted from her tormented face. And for the 
first time she actually smiled. 

"Hey, you're some tomato, ya know that," he ventured. He kissed her again, 
plunging his tongue inside her mouth. It lay there for an instant and then 
her mouth exploded and her tongue came wiggling out of nowhere to jam his 
mouth. 

The words came to her mind in wild bursts that she could not control. 

"Yes, I want you ... I want you fucking my cunny ... and right this very 
minute ... BOTH OF YOU!" she groaned. 

"Gang banging, that's the only way," said Jeff. "I told you this would be a 
fun trip, Kevin. Come on, let's stick it in her. Don't dare keep the young 
girl waiting." He giggled hysterically, his wretched mind whirling drunkenly 
from the potent weed. 

Kevin was at a loss for words. 

Animals, she thought. That's all men are at heart. Sex starved animals who 
wanted to shove their pricks into her pleasure holes. 

She flinched with anxiety. Jeff stood only inches away, his hand massaging 
the soft flesh of her hip. His hot breath reeked of marijuana and beer. Jeff 
closed the remaining distance that kept them apart. Oh, dear God, what am I 
doing? she thought, closing her eyes. Their bodies joined by invisible 
bonds. The ends of her titties pushed through the fabric of her shirt and 
into Jeff's chest. His thighs had found the soft, heavenly triangle of her 
womanhood as the bulge of his cock rested squarely against the mound of her 
cunt. 

Jeff was content to press against her for the time being. Her body shivered 
with fear under his weight. He loved seeing women scared half out of their 
mind and he considered pulling the belt out of his pant loops and giving her 
a quick whipping. She was afraid of him, so afraid that she would do 
anything he asked as long as he kept up the attack. He felt the eyes of 
Betsy and Kevin staring him in the back waiting for the next move. Jill was 
also staring at him. Her eyes flickered as they searched his face, saying in 
effect, "give me the good fucking that I deserve." 

And that's just what you're going to get, sweetheart, his eyes shot back at 
her. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock. Jill sucked in her breath as 
the prick leaped out at her. She gripped the walls with her fingernails and 
averted her eyes. It was a huge cock, every bit as large as rumored. It was 
a good twelve inches long, with a thick shaft that curved so the 
wedge-shaped head pointed upward. Her cunt squirted out more lubricant and 
Jill responded to her body's instinct by spreading her thighs wider apart. 

Christ, his prick is going to hurt my hole! she thought. She imagined the 
sensation of his cock rooting around inside the folds of her cunt. All she 
could think of was a child strangling on an ice cream cone. His hands came 
up and unsnapped her Levi's. Oh, I don't want his cock, she cried out 
silently as her pants fell to the ground. Her panties came next and Jill, 
protesting to herself, stepped out of them. He moved on her suddenly, 
forcing the banana dick in between her legs, the hard shaft rubbing the nub 
of her clitoris. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!" He rubbed the cock shaft along the groove of her opening, 
wetting the veiny skin down with her sex lubricant. His hands found their 
way through her blouse and around the soft globes of her breasts. She was 
soft and deliciously wet around his shaft, and though she refused to look at 
him, Jeff knew she was enjoying it as much as he was. 

There was not much she could do. The old fires rekindled their warmth inside 
her pussy as her flesh once again begged for the thrust of a male penis. She 
moaned softly in Jeff's ear as his hands met at the spinal groove of her 
back and slid down until they cupped her ass cheeks. She wanted him 
everywhere at once: his cock in her cunt, his tongue in her mouth and his 
fingers up her asshole. Her body craved penetration. She flexed her legs and 
wished something solid was in her slot right this instant! Her cunt was an 
untended itch within her soul and only a stiff prick could quell the ache 
with a good, fast scratch! 

"Hurry . .. please ... do it to me.. . .give me your prick," she babbled, 
unaware of what she was saying. 

Jeff was not sure where he wanted to fuck the girl. He loved the feeling of 
her wet groove against his tool and he liked the wiggle of her ass cheeks. 
His finger crept into her bunghole channel. She groaned while he penetrated 
the tight ring of asshole muscles. He wanted to butt fuck her, but not just 
yet. Not when her soft pussy lapped at his dick. First things first, he 
thought. Using her ass cheeks as handles, Jeff lifted Jill off the ground 
and positioned his cock under her leaking crotch. Gently he returned her to 
the ground, his prick parting her cunt lips like a high diver neatly cutting 
the water's surface. 

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Jill moaned as he slid into her channel with a soft, sucking 
sound. He was inside her all the way, and her muscles gripped the shaft 
tightly, holding the invading prick in place. 

"That's wonderful, baby," he told her. "Your velvet cunt fits my cock like a 
glove." Again he held Jill by her cheeks while he withdrew his member from 
her greased channel, then forced it back inside her cunt warmth with a 
sudden bucking of his hips. 

"Ooooohhhh!!!!" Jill had never had her cunt stroked against a prick. It was 
as if she were fucking the cock; as if the living, pulsating thing steeped 
inside her honey pot was making her work for her pleasure. It felt 
wonderful, she thought. Her feelings of disgust and self loathing were 
forgotten. The prick was holding her in rapt attention. Flexing her thighs, 
Jill jerked away and the thick shaft sucked at her pleasure void as her love 
channel fought to keep the throbbing stick inside her. Slowly she pulled 
herself away, enjoying every moment. Pleasure waves rippled from her twat. 
When she had raised herself up to the cock head, Jill hesitated. The wedge 
shaped cock pushed against her excited labia and her sweet pussy nectar 
dripped down around his stem. Oh, how she loved his monster prick inside 
her, she thought. How enjoyable it would be to surrender herself to his 
savage fury. But not just yet. Jill bunched her butt muscles and dropped the 
invading penis. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she screamed. The cock jumped to life inside her hole. She 
felt it jam her pussy like a sword thrust into its scabbard. She closed her 
eyes and let the glowing warmth spread through her belly. 

Jeff could barely control his pent up excitement. Kneeling before the parted 
thighs of this wanton girl, his dick jammed nicely up her hole, sent his 
mind blazing. His passion drained from every cell in his body. His semen 
oozed through his dilated prick hole into her pleasure void. The gentle 
rocking of the train matched their love strokes, or so it appeared. The 
entire train was geared to in and out rhythm of their fucking. His 
powerfully built body seemed too small for the tingling enjoyment he felt. 
His unbalanced mind teemed with daring thoughts. He wanted to plunge his 
prick into her every orifice. How exciting that would get to thrust his tool 
inside her mouth and feel her spit surround his burning flesh. Or to drive 
his cock into her ass jelly, the hot, pungent lubricant of her bunghole 
sucking him up her sacred channel. 

Frothy semen churned in his nut sack. This cunt was not going to forget him, 
he thought. He drew back his hips and rammed Jill's cunny. Her flesh gave 
into his as his sex thundered into her groove. 

"Aaaaiiiieee" she screamed. "Keep sticking my cunt!" And to counter point 
the urgency, Jill corkscrewed her hips, grinding her sex flower against his 
manhood. Her mouth was dry and her nostrils flared. The pungent smell of 
lovemaking filled the tiny compartment. Her lubricant took on a wild, earthy 
odor, like that of an animal. She loved the smell of her own body. It was a 
glorious scent that made the adrenaline flow faster, and its dark, rich odor 
held its own feminine mysteries. 

She was aware of the musk like smell which she called womb breath for it 
always preceded her orgasm. It never ceased to dribble out of her love 
channel just before the muscles shook themselves into a frenzy. 

"Hurry! Do it to me! Do it to me now!" she begged. The pounding of his cock 
was unbearable. Gathering the remnants of her strength, Jill piston-stroked 
her hips up and down his shaft. 

"Aha!" bubbled Jeff. "Not so fast." Cum boiled in his nut sack, thick as 
paste. But there was one last thing he wanted to do before shooting his 
load. 

"Kevin!" he commanded. "Fuck her mouth! We're going to get off together." 

Jill turned towards Kevin. In her sexual excitement, she had forgotten about 
him. Now he approached, his cock waving out in front of him like a battering 
ram. She could not look at his face. Her eyes zoomed in on, the sausage like 
projectile, the wedge shaped penis face returning her stare with its 
dilated, black eye. 

Oh, don't stick his cock inside my mouth! Jill thought. It was such a 
lascivious thing to do to her. Her old boy friend forcing her to commit to 
sexual acts at once. It would have been bad enough for him to be ramming it 
into my cunny. He must think I'm a terrible tramp to be baring my mouth to 
his penis. I shouldn't do this. I should scream or push him away. Do 
something! I know this is wrong and that I'll be punished for doing it. 

The surge of Jeff's prick brought her around. He fucked her with fast, 
jerking thrusts that spread open her pussy lips. Her cunt felt like an 
overripe orange and Jeff was carefully tearing away the rind so as to reveal 
the dripping, sweet fruit underneath. Her twat had been pounded into a mush. 
An oozing sore that ran with pus and slime. 

Instinct replaced judgment. She saw the prick and lunged for it, taking the 
shaft into her mouth. The skin tasted dry and she licked the shaft with 
generous gobs of spit. She loved the taste of penis meat. She could lick and 
suck and nibble, and kiss and blow the hardened shaft and it would never 
grow mushy and soft like her cunt. Kevin humped her face with short, quick 
thrusts. She could tell he was nervous and perhaps afraid that he would not 
be able to ejaculate in time. 

The sensation of two cocks driving into her at the same time was terribly 
exciting. Jill grabbed hold of Kevin's ass cheeks and steadied his humping. 
She guided him in and out so his shaft received the full benefit of her 
sucking lips. 

Kevin held her face steady while he thrust. He bucked his hips so the shaft 
darted straight out then turned upward in her mouth. 

This is for you, sweetheart, he told himself. The surprising warmth of her 
mouth heated his cock. He felt her squirm under his relaxed stroking and 
this only excited him more. This was a hundred times better than a blow job. 
He was actually forcing his dick into her mouth, making her take it in and 
swirl the bulging head with her hot spit. He loved the way her face bobbed 
back and forth, up and down while he entered her. And the sensation in his 
nuts was something else. They throbbed and ached and demanded release. The 
boiling semen churned inside his nut sack like hot, melted butter and then 
suddenly his precious fluid was flowing to the base of his penis. Kevin was 
surprised, he was going to cum after all! 

Jeff, as if by signal, was also ready. "Come on, baby, this is it! My juice 
is here!" he screamed. His hips jackhammered her cunt, forcing prick meat to 
the deepest recesses of her womb. Jill drifted off into a dream, the two 
pricks played tug of war with her body. Her sacred womb juice spurted 
everywhere as her flesh was penetrated again and again by the two male 
spears. 

Her body trembled with anticipation. She knew her orgasm was close. It 
thundered in her cunt and in her mouth. Her organs constricted as the 
pleasure from her sexing seeped into her nervous system, ready to overcharge 
her fragile circuits with jolts of electricity. 

Oh, yes, God, please! Wash me with your cum. Spray my cunt and my face with 
your sticky, white paste! Jill's flesh throbbed and ached. Every atom of her 
body screamed out for sexual release. The brute force of the male cocks 
overwhelmed her. She wanted to eat and lick and suck and gulp and fuck their 
juice until it released her from the bounds of womanhood. 

"Cumming! Jesus Christ, look at that! I'm cumming right now," rejoiced 
Kevin. His discharge had trickled into the prick head. He felt the ugly head 
rear back and spit its sticky load down her throat. Her mouth clamped on to 
the shaft. "That's right! Milk it, baby!" he screamed. "Milk my cock!" 

And while his cum dampened the fires inside her stomach, Jill felt a second 
fiery explosion between her legs. The mushy cunt lips surrounded the trapped 
penis and clamped down. 

"Aaaiiieee!!" said Jeff, his prick lodged in the middle of her sex furnace. 
"Cumming!!" The semen shot from his prick gun into her flesh. Fitfully at 
first, then with greater intensity, Jill pistoned her hips dragging the 
spurting shaft against her channel walls. She was convulsed with the sudden 
combination of pain and ecstasy that she hadn't known was possible. 

"AAAAHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOD!" her mind screamed out. Jet after jet of foaming cum 
filled her mouth and her cunt. Her feelings of self loathing passed. The 
pleasures of sex erased any lingering guilt she might have had. The warm 
glow of cock cream spread through her, cleaning her mind like a psychic 
sponge. 

She could not tell where the prick climaxing in her mouth ended and where 
the prick in her cunt began. For both seemed joined into one unbroken train, 
a steady rhythm battering her body. 

Her insides filled with jism. And then she felt Jeff's cock softening and 
slipping out of her cunt. Her legs buckled underneath and she fell to the 
floor. Kevin had finished his climax, but he kept his member inside her 
mouth until the very last minute. Jill opened her eyes in time to see the 
penis retreat from her face. The prick flopped out, but a single strain of 
cum still cemented his prick with her parted lips. 

She slowly slumped down to the floor and stared with open, disbelieving eyes 
up at the compartment ceiling. The whole room seemed to swirl in soft, 
rotating light. And then and only then did her face break out into a smile 
reflecting the relief and inner pleasure she felt. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

Sweeney wondered about Jill and her friend Betsy. He turned his attention to 
the sporting magazine and thought of the slim waisted cheerleader. 

It was not his habit to lose track of people on a trip. But things were so 
bungled that he had done just that. The chartered buses arrived late and 
between arguing with the drivers and worrying about the hotel reservations, 
he had forgotten about the two cheerleaders. Sweat poured from his forehead. 
Christ, he thought, why do these things happen to me? Letting a pretty young 
thing like Jill Watson out of his sight was one mistake his colleges would 
never forgive him for. It was no secret that half the science department 
wanted in her pants. And their jealously would push them to new heights of 
sardonic fun. 

He remembered their exchange in biology class. In his confused state he had 
trouble remembering exactly what they had said. Was it not on mating 
instincts and how they vary in animal species. That was it, the Gibbet cat. 
How could he forget, the two of them arguing the merits of an obscure cat 
that fucks hundreds of mates when she comes into heat. His cock had 
straightened out stiff as a tire iron. It was sad that human beings did not 
follow the instinctive life patterns set down by other animals. He agreed 
with his colleges on at least one point. Sinking his cock into the soft 
folds of Jill Watson's pussy was a beautiful fantasy! 

His mind raced with excitement. He imagined how her cunt must look: the 
thick labia parted open and juice oozing from the slit into the curly locks 
of pubic hair. There were many things he could do with that alluring bush; 
techniques that he had learned in the most expensive brothels in the Far 
East. Things that young American girls never dreamed possible! 

His mind wandered back to the days of Vietnam and Thailand. Tiny, 
slim-hipped women no older looking than prepubescent girls paraded before 
him. He had loved those little nymphets whose tiny slots clamped their magic 
warmth around his barbarian cock. 

Those had been good days, he thought. Quickly he focused his attention back 
on the present. The hotel lobby was almost deserted. The third floor was 
rented out for the basketball teams and the fourth floor was reserved for 
cheerleaders, alumni and friends. The ancient clock above the lobby desk 
ticked off the remaining minutes before ten o'clock. The girls had to be 
found soon. 

He walked over to the hotel clerk, a tired looking man with hanging jowls 
and watery eyes, and was about to ask him to call up the police when Jill 
and Betsy walked in through the revolving door. 

"Hi, Mr. Sweeney," said Betsy, her voice dripping with sweet innocence. 
Betsy walked with a suggestive rolling motion to her hips. That was 
something Sweeney liked. Betsy seemed her alive bouncy self while Jill 
looked haggard and in need of sleep. Her blouse was pulled out of her Levi's 
and the hard points of her breasts stuck out suggestively through the flimsy 
material. 

Sweeney's cock went hard again. He pictured himself sticking his hands 
underneath the blouse and playing with her tits. He smiled and licked his 
lips. This was not the time to think of sex, at least not with Jill. 

'The last bus arrived twenty minutes ago," he said. "I'm not going to ask 
where you've been. Your room is 402. And don't let this happen again." 

"I'm sorry," said Jill. "We'll go right to the room." Without further 
conversation the two girls walked to the elevator. Sweeney watched them 
leave. Breathing deeply to relieve the knot of tension inside his chest, 
Sweeney returned to the night clerk. 

"Is Benny still with the hotel?" he asked. The clerk's distant blue eyes 
focused in Sweeney with aroused interest. The biologist paused for dramatic 
effect, then asked again laying two ten dollar bills on the counter. 

"I can find him for ya," said the clerk smiling. 

In the privacy of their tiny hotel room, Betsy slipped out of her clothes 
and walked into the bathroom to take a shower, leaving Jill in the bedroom, 
alone with her thoughts. 

What is happening, she asked herself. Why am I doing these crazy things with 
my body? She rolled on her back and unbuttoned her blouse. She looked at her 
breasts which flattened against her chest like soft water balloons. I didn't 
want sex on the train with Jeff, she told herself. Her finger meanwhile 
toyed with the stiff nipple points. The sensation excited her and her 
abdomen muscles tightened up as if anticipating more sex. I must be a slut 
to do such awful things with my body! she said to herself. Sex with two men 
at the same time. And in front of Betsy. She must think I'm a real tramp for 
doing such a thing! 

Jill stroked her nipples harder. A small lather was whipping up in her cunt. 
And the familiar pangs of sexual longing were stirring within her womb. She 
traced the sinewy outlines of her body down along the flat hollows of her 
stomach and into the magical space between her legs. 

It occurred to her that sex was not something to be turned on or off at 
will. It was a continuous, unrelenting drive that pushed her along, forcing 
her to perform outrageous acts. She could not control sex, it controlled 
her. 

A loud knocking at the door brought Jill back to her senses and she 
hurriedly adjusted her blouse and jumped up from the bed and opened the 
door. A man dressed in a faded maroon suit stood at the other side. He was 
an older man and when he looked up she could see his years had been hard 
ones. His hair slicked back with pomade, brown eyes appeared to cross over 
and his jagged smile exposed rotting teeth, all sign of moral and physical 
decay. 

"I'm your bell boy," he said unctuously. "I missed you in the lobby." 

His watery eyes seemed to stare straight at the points of her breasts. They 
followed the contours of her body. My, God, she thought, he's undressing me. 
She shuttered at the thought of this horribly ugly man suddenly wrestling 
her to the bed and plunging his cock into her sex mound. A shiver of fear 
rippled through her and added to the sexual excitement she had experienced 
on the bed only moments before. Her heart pumped furiously. The fetid jungle 
between her legs came alive. I'm wet! she thought. I'm wetting right through 
my panties. Oh, how sick and twisted I am. This is awful. I can't let it go 
on. 

The bell boy looked up into her troubled face. If his eyes had been 
exploring the hidden recesses of her womanhood, his blank expression did not 
give him away. 

"I'm always at your service," he said. The little man stood only inches from 
her, his eyes at breast level. Suddenly he stepped forward, cutting the 
distance in half. "Just give me a ring, Miss." 

No, don't, she screamed inwardly. She felt weak and helpless, unable to 
defend herself. "Please! Don't put that thing in me. She had heard somewhere 
that little men had abnormally large pricks. The idea of him between her 
thighs repulsed her. Her head was spinning "Don't fuck ... Don't fuck my 
cunt . .. my asshole . . . my mouth!" 

"Miss?" he inquired. 

For an awful moment, Jill thought that the words had somehow blurted out of 
her mouth. She found it increasingly difficult to distinguish what she was 
thinking and what was actually taking place in the real world. 

"I-I-I said thank you," she stammered. "We'll call if we need anything." She 
watched the little man smile and with an officious nod of servitude gripped 
the brass door knob with his gnarled hand and quietly closed the door after 
him. Jill stood trembling, her eyes staring vacantly straight ahead. Her 
skin gleamed in the artificial light. She felt the sweat trickling through 
the soft hair covering her pussy, teasing her like a feather tickling her 
underarm. 

"Who was that?" asked Betsy appearing from the shower. Her body had a 
pinkish glow from the hot, soapy shower. Jill turned towards her friend who 
was busy rubbing the water beads from her body. 

"The bell boy," she answered. Suddenly her body screamed openly for the sex 
that the little man had promised her with his penetrating stare. The roar of 
unfilled passion seared her flesh. She thought of the dildo, its uncleansed 
surface emitting cunt smells within her purse. And she thought of Jeff's 
plunging cock and the luxurious sensation of her own sweat exploding from 
her skin as the ecstasy rushed over her. And she thought of Kevin waiting 
patiently in the background waiting his turn to fill her mouth with his 
prick. 

The vile, little man had made her wild for sex! That he was old and 
misshapen and sexually depraved did not matter. He had a penis. And to her 
that was all that mattered! 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Kevin stood in the -empty station as the train pulled away into the night. A 
fierce wind kicked at his heels as he walked. His mind felt ravaged by the 
booze and the marijuana while blasts of cold air chilled his body. 

He could not keep his mind off Jill. His tumultuous mind repeated the 
frankly revealing episode inside the washroom compartment, in a endless 
procession of vivid images. Seeing her squirming on Jeff's cock made him 
feel guilty. 

Unlike Jeff who saw sex as a violent and lurid act, he saw it as a beautiful 
expression of his love. Yet her temptation had proved too much. He could 
still feel her smoldering eyes upon him and the helpless, pleading 
expression on her face. He had relented to his animal instinct by whipping 
his cock out and thrusting into her mouth he saw how badly her lust-driven 
body hungered for the pounding of his manhood. He still felt her lips 
slurping up and down his shaft. Just as he could not forget the tremulous 
sensation in his balls as his cum leaped from his cock into the sucking void 
of her mouth. 

As he pulled his coat tight against the chilling cold, Kevin promised 
himself that somehow he would make it up to Jill. They were joined together, 
if by nothing else, by the sharing of their sex. He genuinely liked the 
girl, maybe loved her. 

"Quit crying in your beer, Kevin," said Jeff. They were walking down the 
street and Jeff had a bottle of wine which he drank in great gulps. Kevin 
took a few swigs himself. It made his misery go away. 

It was impossible to sneak into the tightly guarded hotel and see the girls. 
But Jeff knew the capitol well from previous trips. There were other places 
to go. 

"You got any money?" asked Jeff, hailing a cab. The yellow Chevy wheeled a U 
turn and they got in. 

"Going through the rumpled bills in his wallet, Kevin counted twenty-five 
dollars. 

"I've got $500," Jeff said. "Here you take two hundred. I got it off the old 
man. You'll need it where we're going." 

Kevin took the money and placed half in his wallet and half in his front 
pocket. It was more cash than he's ever seen before, but the wine was doing 
strange things to his head and he gave it no thought. His cock was already 
rock hard and he wanted to have some more fun. 

The front of the Tick Tock club was nothing out of the ordinary except for 
the flashing neon sign which boldly proclaimed "Oldest Saloon In Town". 
Kevin was too young to drink, but the bouncer at the door took a twenty from 
Jeff and the two walked in. Inside the dim lights outlined the long bar at 
the far end of the room and the half dozen round tables spaced along the 
floor. Kevin stuck his hands into his pockets and followed Jeff who 
sauntered through the bar. 

"You're gonna like this place," said Jeff. "It's a cat house." 

Kevin looked incredulous. He had never set foot inside a whore house before 
and he was uncertain how to act. 

"I lifted the address from a salesman my father knows," said Jeff. Turning 
his back to the bartender, Jeff watched a comely young women approach. 
"These chicks are really unusual for hookers." 

Kevin watched the girls. The warmth from his prick was a constant reminder 
of what he had done. The act of his hips, the strained muscles at the base 
of his cock were indicators of his spent passion. 

The bar had suddenly come to life. What had been calm only moments before 
was now noisy with bar patrons as they came through the door. It was like a 
neighborhood bar, he thought, after a baseball game. Without the hookers of 
course. 

"I'm Jill," said the girl. Kevin stared in disbelief. This beautiful, 
dark-haired girl with the hour glass figure looked remarkably like the Jill 
he had left slumped down in the train compartment. Still, there was a 
distinct difference, her breasts were smaller and the face burned with a 
glowing intensity. 

"I'm new around here," said Kevin. Jill walked next to him and leaned her 
thigh inside the V of his legs. His cock flickered at the delicious warmth 
of crotch nestling against him. She seemed ready to wiggle out of her tight 
fitting slacks and hump up against his penis. He felt trapped by an 
invisible warmth that emanated from the front of her tight fitting slacks. 

"You remind me of a girl I know," he said. "And her name is Jill." 

The girl tugged at her dress seductively. There was something different 
about this blonde-haired kid with the sad face. She liked him, at least he 
was different from the usual crowd of overpaid, overloud salesmen. 

It was early and she could have her pick of the crowd, but she wanted him, 
the boy. It really didn't make any difference because she had more than 
enough information for her book. Three weeks laying on a bed while strange 
men fucked her body seemed like an eternity. Her psychology professors had 
warned Jill about getting too close to the subject, but she was driven on by 
her dedication to truth and a boundless curiosity. 

And there was something else which she had difficulty putting her finger on. 
The endless demands for sexual pleasure had made stirring changes in her own 
body. Her whole body had been turned into a pleasure machine. She'd 
developed extraordinary powers. By gorging her body on sex, Jill had learned 
through a steady stream of couplings, how to satisfy a man's needs. 

"Hey bartender," a voice called out. Kevin moved unsteadily as a small man 
dressed in a faded maroon blazer banged his hand against the bar. "I need 
some girls for the hotel." 

"Not Benny," she said, the shrunken man turning at the sound of her voice. 

"You first," he ordered. Kevin watched as he slid an arm in between her 
thighs. "I got a guy that wants your talents." 

Before Jill could pull the little man away, Kevin had jerked him up by the 
lapels so his feet dangled in mid-air. 

"She's with me." he said coarsely. "Touch her again and your fucking head 
comes off at the neck. Now fuck off!" Kevin was not the violent type, but he 
took pleasure in watching the nasty little man hit the floor and scurry off. 

"I'll get even," he snapped, disappearing into the crowd. 

Jill's legs seemed to buckle under her. Everything had happened so fast, 
that for a moment it seemed the little man had appeared out of a bad dream. 
But Jill had not forgotten the reason for her standing at the bar offering 
her undeniable charms to the blonde haired stranger. Her cunt felt loose and 
empty, as if her insides could slip down through her pussy lips out in the 
cool night air. 

She watched Kevin pull a wad of bills from his pocket and plunk down the 
cash. The bartender picked up the money and Kevin turned unsteadily towards 
Jill who led him to a door in the back of the room. 

"Hey, this isn't bad," said Kevin, snapping on the room lights. The hundred 
dollars seemed expensive, but the room reflected the opulence and grandeur 
of an expensive hotel suite. The room was as big as the bar was small. Soft 
multi-colored lights cast and eerie glow through gossamer drapes that 
shielded a huge, symmetrical bed. Along side the bed was a Roman bath which 
smelled of scented water and bubble bath soap. 

Jill parted the curtains and stood inside the bed chamber, her feminine 
charms acting like a magnet to Kevin's hungry passion. Kevin was overawed by 
his surroundings. But there was no denying the stirring in his crotch or the 
hardness of his cock shaft. Jill appeared to him like a phantom, her beauty 
highlighted by the gossamer curtains which surrounded them like a dream. Now 
there were two Jills in his life and to his mind, they were rapidly merging 
into the same person. 

"I think I love you," he said, clutching the buxom beauty to his chest. 
Without shame or hesitation, Kevin began tearing her clothes off, shredding 
the expensive, low cut dress into pieces. 

"Stop!" screamed Jill. For the first time she felt afraid as a working 
prostitute. She also was wildly excited! Her heart-shaped cunt pulsated with 
energy. Though she was playing the part of a prostitute, Jill had gotten 
very good in the role, using her body to please others and not herself. But 
Kevin seemed to awaken the cries of her womanhood. She was being raped and 
her instinct was to cry out. Do something! 

What Jill did was reciprocate her lover's urgency. Her fingers found the 
buttons to his shirt and then, after the garment lay beside the bed, the 
zipper to his pants. The soft mounds of her breasts disappeared into his 
hungry mouth, the wet tongue sending hot flashes through the nipple points. 

"Ahhhh! Do it good!" she encouraged him. How good it felt, she thought, to 
have a man for once. A lover that knew how to turn her on! While he sucked 
her into frantic state, Jill slipped her hand inside his crotch. The penis 
lay against her hand and she hungrily sought out his nuts, rolling the 
tender globes between her fingers. 

"That's wonderful," Kevin ejaculated. His cock was swollen until it 
threatened to explode. He wanted to fuck her everywhere at once, in the 
mouth, the cunt, up her asshole. It made him hot to think such secret things 
and with the girl squirming and fishing her body around him, he was even 
hotter! 

Roughly he caught her legs and lifted them up. He jammed two fingers down 
her cunt and stroked them in and out of her wet labia. 

"What are you doing?" she asked. Suddenly she was aware that the firm prick 
she was so fondly striking was going to be thrust into her cunt. 

His fingers darted into quim, working up a good bath of cunt juice. She fell 
back against the soft mattress and gently humped her hips in rhythm to his 
thrusting hand. For an instant, her button-tight cunt resisted his probing. 
Then the flower shaped twat opened its petals and her pleasure hole revealed 
its hidden treasures. 

"I'm coming in, sweetheart," screamed Kevin. Suddenly he lunged forward and 
his cock rammed her excited cunny and drove down her love channel until she 
was crammed to the hilt. The cock seemed to swallow up her sex and his prick 
had jammed her slit so swiftly that the breath was sucked right out of her 
lungs. 

"WHAAA!!!" she gasped. The giant invader pulled out from her cunny, slowly, 
deliberately. The cunt walls collapsed around his retreating cock. Her belly 
shook and jerked spasmodically. 

"In! Coming In!" he bellowed. Again his bludgeon tunneled into her love 
slot, slipping through the bristling thatch of pubic hair through the 
stretched cunt lips and into the wet, sucking flesh of her channel. 

Kevin groaned with delight. Her cunt was not worn out. The tender inside was 
hot and steamy, it was like thrusting his dick into mashed potatoes. The 
harder he lunged the more responsive was her fuck tube, gripping hold of his 
excited shaft, sucking off his creamy white come. He drove his hips in and 
out of her snatch, impaling her on every down stroke with the stiffness of 
his cock. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. "Give it to me good and hot. Fuck me. Give me 
that cock. Fill my cunt with your sex." 

It was the best sex she could remember, and it reminded her of making love 
to music. She was the instrument and Kevin was hitting all the right notes. 
She raised her legs up over her head so Kevin sunk deeper, down to the very 
depths of her womb. In and out. Up and down went the rhythmic movements of 
their sexing. 

But every musical composition must end. And Jill was reaching a crescendo. 
Her cunt, so loose and juicy, tightened up into a knot. She felt Kevin 
pounding away, his prick stiffening as the frantic rubbing of soft female 
flesh gradually wore down his masculine harness. 

"Hurrrryyyy!!!" she screamed out, digging her nails into his back. Her cunt 
licked and sucked at his member and a strange sensation occurred in her 
anus. Even her mouth quivered as they neared their climax. 

She wanted his dick in every hole. Saliva poured from her mouth and her hot 
cunt gushed its wet, message of joy. Jill would not be happy until she felt 
that stiff prick in every orifice of her body! 

"Come!!! YESSS!" she screamed, the throbbing of her cunt turning to white 
hot flashes. Her crotch bucked and kicked as if wired to an electric 
circuit. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets and her lungs heaved with 
delight as the fuck fever consumed her flesh, sending orgasmic sparks 
jolting through her nerve chain. 

Kevin was not aware of her climax until her cunt collapsed around his cock, 
fitting his member like a fur glove. His throbbing balls boiled with renewed 
vigor. The white, frothy fluid reluctantly left his nut sack and traveled 
the distance up his shaft. 

"CUMMING!!!" he shouted. "FUCKING RIGHT THIS SECOND!" The odor of her 
climaxing cunt greeted his nostrils. He could smell the hot juices of her 
anus and for the second time he wonder half aloud what it would be like to 
stick his prick up her tight little hole. His balls worked up a trace of 
come as he glued himself against the girl's pressing, shuddering body. He 
drilled down, looking for the core of her being. With a final lunge of his 
hips, Kevin buried his pulsating club into the soft, squishy mound and 
screamed out as the hot, sticky fluid exploded form the bulging tip of his 
cock. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" he said digging his fingers into the girl's bucking ass as 
his fluid filled her constricted fuck tube. He was in heaven. 

Outside the cold wind blew bitterly, cutting through warm clothing like an 
invisible knife. Scurrying from the Tick Tock club, Benny clutched his 
thread bare uniform coat around himself. The hotel was only four blocks 
away, but it seemed like four miles to the slow-footed bell boy. 

But weather was the least of his problems. The punk kid in the club had cost 
him a valuable client, and maybe the whole shooting match. He pushed through 
the hotel's revolving door and giving a knowing nod to the desk man stepped 
into the elevator and rode to the fourth floor. His pride was injured and 
topping it off, the girl had made a fool of him. Savage fury pounded his 
brain, but there was very little he could do. The elevator doors parted and 
Benny walked down the hallway to the last room on the right and knocked 
softly. 

"Yes?" Opening the doors his eyes brightened as he spotted Benny, but only 
for a second, for the forlorn look told him the bad news. 

"Maybe, tomorrow, Mr. Sweeney." he apologized. 

"Christ, man!" Sweeney bellowed. "I can get a piece of ass anywhere. I got 
you because I need... a special girl." 

Benny wanted to kick himself and then he thought of the kid who had ruined 
his evening, not to mention his reputation and his blood shot to the boiling 
point. 

"The team will be here for three days," reminded Benny. "Tomorrow I promise 
you, the girl will be here. And she'll more than make up for the 
inconvenience." 

"She'd better!" Sweeney slammed the door in his face. 

Benny cursed his bad luck and hurried back to the elevator to figure out 
what he was going to do. His procurement list contained half a dozen names 
of men wanting girls. And though finding just any girl was no problem, these 
men wanted something out of the ordinary. No "Slam, Bam, Thank You Ma'am" 
routine was going to satisfy them. Or earn him his hefty commission. If only 
he'd had time to get Jill. His mind was working in strange, mysterious ways. 
She was new at the Tick Tock, but she must be one hell of a woman to have 
her reputation spread so quickly. Anyway, she was the girl and he had to 
think of a way to get her. 

The elevators door again parted and Benny stepped in. He had a black book 
that might help, he thought. He knew of other girls who would do almost 
anything for money. And then his curious mind turned to the crazy girl on 
the floor that he had met only a few hours earlier. Jill Watson, wasn't that 
her name? She was an eyeful all right. With nice jugs and hips that wouldn't 
quit. 

Pretty girls were a dime a dozen. What had caught his eye was that strange 
chemistry that some women radiate which only men like himself fully 
recognized. It was ironic that these two girls shared the same name. Benny 
stroked his pointed chin and ruminated. Perhaps he could think of a way to 
use the girl on the fourth floor. He was almost certain that with a little 
inducement, she was capable, even willing to try anything once. 

He smiled broadly. Nature had been unkind to him. His shriveled, wasted 
body, had played cruel tricks on him. 

Man snubbed the outcasts in his specie, and Benny's ugliness had forced him 
to the twilight zone, the gray area where the misfortunate grouped and tried 
to live out their humble, unimportant lives. But his instinct had never 
betrayed him. It was the beacon casting light in the fog, the weather vane 
that always pointed true. An instinct told him to search out the girl. 

When Kevin opened his eyes his body was immersed in a bathtub full of soap 
suds. At the other end of the tub, which was a full ten feet in length, sat 
Jill cleaning his toes with a washcloth. 

"Passed out," he said in way of an excuse. The warm water felt good all 
over. Pulsating currents rippled around his thighs reviving his tired flesh 
with short jets of water. His limp cock swayed back and forth in the foaming 
water. 

"This bath had water spouts sunk in the bottom," said Jill. To the side 
along the counter was a raised valve which she turned. A soothing jet of 
water sprayed up her butt. 

"Aaaahhhh!" she moaned. "That's good." Only minutes had passed since their 
torrid lovemaking. But Jill felt the mood returning. Her sex hole felt the 
angry thrust of his pole probing the sacred recesses of her womb. She wanted 
more. The bath was a good way to relax before they returned to the bed for 
more sex. 

For a long time they lay back in the soapy water staring at each other. Her 
hand could not resist searching through the foam to find his thigh which she 
caressed and kneaded with tender strokes. 

"You want more?" Kevin found it difficult to talk. He had fucked Jill as 
hard as he'd ever fucked a woman. And she wanted more. 

And what surprised him was he did too. The sexing, the booze and the hot 
bubble bath had exhausted him, yet his cock rose up breaking the water's 
surface like a swimming seal. 

Wordlessly he spread his thighs as an invitation and let Jill crawl up on 
his rigid cock. She submerged and wrapped her lips around his cock shaft. 
Her fingers crawled up along his thighs, tracing amorphic designs across his 
skin, until the tips of her fingers ended at this crotch. 

She sucked and sucked on his sex pole until her lungs ran out of air. Her 
head exploded to the foaming surface like a whale sounding from the Artie 
depths. 

The tension was gone and she felt her cunt start to unclamp and the warm, 
sudsy water seep into her channel. She kicked her legs out and let the bath 
wash her cunt out. Suddenly she felt Kevin. He had risen quietly and his 
powerful body poised above her, a wild gleam filling his startling blue 
eyes. 

"I want you, Jill," he said. "I need you and want to make love to you all 
night." 

As if to show his earnest intention. He caressed the wet fur patch of her 
crotch with long, studied strokes and then slipped a finger gently inside 
her anus. 

"Oooooo!!" she cried out. "I hope you know what you're doing." 

Kevin had no idea what he was doing. Never had his sexual desires been 
directed at the tight hole sitting below the cunt slit. But it seemed the 
most natural thing in the world to finger Jill's butt. His finger slid in 
nice and easy and though the walls of her butt tube were tight, they were 
not too tight to stick his prick into. 

Jill reclined in the tub water, raising up her anus. The finger struck 
sparks as it went in and out, widening the ring of muscles while stimulating 
her virgin ass flesh. 

Surrounded in foaming water, Jill's body lifted from the tub. She closed her 
eyes to the indifferent world and let the glowing stimulation taking place 
in her asshole dictate her mood. 

"How does that feel, darling?" said Kevin. He felt her abdomen quiver as he 
widened her hole, using two fingers to loosen the muscle which clutched at 
the alien intruders. 

"I can't explain it ... it feels ... AHHHHH!" Her muscle tract convulsed as 
she rested on him, his fingers exciting the hot depths of her channel. "It 
hurts. God, hurts so much!" 

Kevin did not retreat, but continued working his way in deeper between her 
ass cheeks. His cock was fully erect and throbbed in soapy water like a 
heating seeking missile approaching its target. Rising to his knees, Kevin 
pulled the girl's thighs around his legs so his cock head looked directly 
down on the bunghole. 

"What will it feel like?" she pleaded. "Your cock was wonderful in my cunt. 
Oh, how I loved your cock. So big and wonderful inside me. I wish I had an 
eye inside my cunt so I could see your cock shooting cream. Yes, I do." 

Kevin judged her butt hole to be ready. Tub water had rushed into her 
channel and he wasn't sure how the stuff would feel on his cock. What's more 
he didn't really care. 

"Do you want my cock in your asshole?" he asked her. "I've never fucked a 
woman this way, but I know your asshole will feel tight and exciting against 
my prick. Don't you think so?" 

"Oh yes," she said. "I loved you fucking my cunt and playing with my tits 
and now I love you stroking my asshole. My bunghole is still tight as a nut, 
but feeling your pecker parting my ass lips will be worth it." 

Kevin wanted to fuck her right there in the tub water, but getting Jill up 
on the bed seemed a better idea. He grinned and removing his fingers from 
the ripe fruit of her shit hole, Kevin helped Jill to the enormous bed. 

"How's that," she whispered, a trickle of water oozing from her butt. She 
reached for the bottle of Vaseline at the bedside and spread a generous 
layer around his cock. 

Now his tool glistened in the soft light. Jill giggled like a school girl, 
her asshole itching to feel the intruder inside her sacred orifice. 

"Oh, this seems like such fun," she said, rearing up on her knees. Her mind 
teemed with sexual thoughts which she tried to control. Ass fucking was an 
unexpected chapter for her book and she must concentrate on every sensation. 
It was important to her to report every minute detail as it actually 
occurred, though once the prick found itself inside her, Jill doubted if she 
would remember, or care to remember anything. 

"All right, darling lift up your beautiful asshole," instructed Kevin. His 
loins surged with passion. He was a virgin all over again and he was both 
scared and thrilled at losing his virginity inside the unexplored channel of 
Jill's asshole. "I really want to fuck you good. The come is boiling like 
molten lava inside my nut sack and I'd be only to happy to shoot a frothy 
come load inside your asshole." 

"Yes, do it, Kevin," she told him, her voice rising with excitement. 
Spreading a thick Vaseline patch inside her bunghole, Jill rose to her knees 
and bent her cheeks towards Kevin. The bed bounced about as Kevin scurried 
between her wide ravine and raised his excited dick to the greasy bunghole. 

His hand trembled as the prick face felt the hot greased opening. Pumping 
his hips, so his cock inched forward, he felt the asshole iris open and the 
thick shaft slip quietly in like an unannounced guest. 

"Aaaaahhhh!!!!" His sex stem penetrated only three inches, yet it sucked her 
breath away. Gasping for breath, Jill arched her hips, receiving for cock as 
she did so. "Gooooood!" 

He drew back his cock from her bunghole, then slowly worked the full length 
of it back up the horny slit. Her slippery ass squirmed and wiggled. 

"Oh, yes, don't stop now," she pleaded. "I want your sex and I want it right 
now!" 

Kevin positioned himself. His hips drew back and his hands held her ass 
cheeks apart. The lusty aroma of sex drifted up from her channel, filling 
his nostrils with the pungent smell of feminine flesh. Their wet bodies 
mingled nicely. The trembling in Jill's thighs matched the shaking of his 
legs and the anticipation of animal satisfaction hardened his cock. The 
spear resting in the greased opening of Jill's ass channel was ready to rip 
through her belly. 

"I'm coming inside," he bellowed. Holding her cheeks, Kevin bucked his hips 
and sent his pole into her slit. The thick coating of Vaseline popped as his 
sex stem plowed her flanks. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" She wiggled and thrashed her rounded ass cheeks as monstrous 
pole plunged into her abdomen. "Oh, God!!" 

Kevin shoved his twelve hard inches into the sphincter hole and withdrew the 
battering ram only to plunge again. "I like fucking you this way," he said, 
the grease squishing around his penis. 

"God, don't stop that stroking," she pleaded. Her hips hunched with an 
undulating rhythm. Her channel stroked his cock with every violent thrust. 
"Don't you stop fucking my asshole. I won't let your cock go until the 
beautiful sperm train is running up my channel." 

"That's the spirit," he encouraged. His hips pounding away, Kevin slammed 
his meat in, the muscles giving way, and she buried his manhood into the pit 
of her channel. He renewed his strength by stroking harder. Her asshole got 
hotter and hotter as the tortured walls screamed out for his sperm 
lubricant. 

Jill's eyes were snapped shut as she concentrated on the flaming pole 
pummeling her rear. She made grunting sounds from deep within her throat. 
Her mouth was open wide and drool rolled off her tongue. Every thrust of his 
hips sent the throbbing weapon deeper into her belly. Her stomach tightened 
and her thighs fluttered. This was not the final chapter to her book, but 
the beginning, the middle and the conclusion. A whole book on ass fucking, 
she thought. But at the moment her only concern was making the pole inside 
her spurt its soothing message inside her asshole. 

She squeezed her ass cheeks together and hunched her hips up and down, back 
and forth, kneading the iron club that plummeted the depths of her woman 
hole. She wrapped her hot channel flesh around his throbbing tool and jerked 
and shook it with animal fury. 

"So fucking good," he screamed. It seemed they had been romping and playing 
butt games forever. The end was coming up fast as his sperm gushed to his 
shaft. 

"Do you want my cum?" he shouted. "Does your asshole beg for something hot 
and sweet to suck on?" 

"Oh, Kevin .. . Kevin . .. ooohhhh," she moaned as he stroked her butt 
furnace, heating up her ass, her cunt and her mouth as if all were 
immediately connected pleasure orifices. "Oh, Kevin . .. make it happen .. . 
shoot your cum in ... do it... I think I'm coming." Kevin jammed his cock 
into her crack and pumped his hips. His thighs pounded her ass cheeks and he 
readied his rigid body for the climax. "Stay still you fucking bitch!" he 
yelled, wrestling her rear end into position. "I'm coming right this 
instant!" 

His body tensed, held for a moment, then let go. His aim was good and a long 
spurt of jism shot into her rectum as he buried his cock into the soft folds 
of her ass. 

"Aaaarrrgggh!" The hot message steamed through her body. His dick spurted 
again and again, shooting its sticky fluid into her ass tube. Jill hunched 
her hips back and forth milking his cock dry. Her asshole dilated and jism 
oozed down her crack into her wet cunt hair. 

The warm glow spread from her ass through every atom of her body. Her 
nipples burned with intense desire and her cunt quivered and shook. 

"Oh, you felt so good, honey," she said when at last his fuck tool collapsed 
inside her. The soft penis retreated from her channel and hung before him 
dripping wet. "I'm not going to let you go, just yet." She scooped up his 
tool and cleaned off the shaft with her tongue. "You're staying with me 
tonight." 

"Okay, anything you say," Kevin said. As Jill licked the sticky solution 
from his pole, he sighed, wondering how he had ever fallen into such a good 
deal. 

For an instant he forgot about his other Jill and focused on the one before 
him. She was a great fuck no doubt about it and he wasn't ready to let her 
go yet. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

Jill Watson returned to her room flushed with the glow of excitement. Vernon 
High School had managed to squeak out a last second win to put them in the 
finals. How excited the crowd reacted. Standing at the base line, pompoms 
clutched tightly in hand, Jill had egged on the applauding crowd, whipping 
their heated excitement to dazzling heights. 

Exhausted from the rigors of her ordeal, Jill summoned the strength to pull 
off her sweater and unzip her skirt before falling down on the bed. 

She barely heard the phone ring and she was frankly too tired to turn over 
and lift the receiver. She closed her eyes and felt herself drifting off 
into sleep's encompassing grasp. Betsy was talking on the phone, and from 
the raised tone of her voice. It had to be someone she knew quite well. 

Not that it mattered. She was too tired to care really, though Betsy did say 
something about Jess and that she had to go. Only after the door slammed 
shut did the name ring a bell in her subconscious. But even his name and the 
awful memories connected with it were of no consequence to her. She slipped 
off reality's precipice and sailed into a deep sleep. 

Benny held a shaking hand over his heart. Christ, he was getting stupid in 
his old age. The girl almost walked right into him as he was about to open 
the door. He knew full well that two girls were assigned to each room. A 
nearly fatal mistake, which, if he had not drawn back the key, would have 
spelled the end to his plans. He waited a second and, hearing no sound, 
stuck the master key into the lock and turned the door knob. 

The room was pitch black except for the soft beam of moonlight outlining the 
girl's heavenly body. He closed the door and stared enviously. She was 
beautiful, of that there was no doubt. He was envious of her physical 
perfection and the taste of raging hatred choked his mouth. She was a 
goddess, blessed in every way and he was a commoner, forced to wear his 
crumpled, ugly body as a horrible reminder. His eyes searched the 
undulations of her skin, resting at last at the triangular mound of her 
womanhood. His cock twisted to life inside his baggy trousers. Not 
everything was imperfect, he noted with grim humor. He unzipped his trousers 
and stood next to the bed. She breathed heavily, an indication of physical 
exhaustion. Nothing could awaken her from the deep sleep, he thought. That 
is, nothing but the thrusting of his cock! 

He withdrew the small vial of ether from his pocket and wet a cotton swab 
with the contents. A precautionary measure just in case she proved to be 
violent. 

Jill rolled over in her sleep enjoying the dreams of her childhood days. A 
strange presence seemed to hover over her then her mind went blank as the 
crushing weight of Benny's body fell down upon her. 

Something was dreadfully wrong! a voice told her as she struggled. Fingers 
met the globes of her breasts and a knee was shoved roughly between her 
legs. Her cunt suddenly came alive in a shower of sparks. 

"God, what is happening?" she gasped. The gentle pressure of his leg against 
her mound was replaced by a jabbing, sharp instrument that ripped through 
her panties and into her wetting slot. 

"Aaaahhhhh!" Jill did not know the buzzing instrument inside her cunt was a 
powerful sex machine. All she knew was how good it felt! 

"Ooooaaahhhh" she screamed, humping her enervated flesh against the jolting 
shaft. Benny thrust the device fully into her awakening sex crack and kept 
his finger on the button. His friend had lent him the device to subdue 
several girls. The same shape and size of a cattle prod it had been modified 
so as to excite the flesh, not burn it. It emitted one hell of a jolt, he 
admitted, enough to turn on any woman and drive her into multiple orgasms. 

In and out the prod went as Benny fucked her with impossible mania. The 
electric sparks licked at the inside of Jill's womb turning her slimy, cunt 
bed into a throbbing treasure chest. 

"Ahhhhhh ... Please no!" she begged. Her voice babbled with incoherent 
apologies and Benny knew she was ready for what came next. He wiggled his 
twisted body up around her breasts and pushed the cock stem against her 
lips. He flicked his finger off the switch, but kept the cattle prod 
cemented firmly between her cunt lips. 

"Wha-What do you want?" Jill sputtered. 

"You're going to stick those pretty red lips around my cock," he said 
wickedly. Touching the button, her body jerked off the bed and flipped 
crazily against the mattress. 

"Yessss!" she screamed half out of her mind. Craning her neck, Jill took the 
penis into her mouth. It tasted rubbery inside her and she almost puked when 
he thrust deep into her face. 

"Suck it! Suck my cock!!" he commanded. Again he ignited the cattle prod 
inside her cunt. 

His voice screamed in her ears and she sucked on his pummeling tool. Her 
cunt had never been so excited in her whole life! She surrendered herself to 
the obscene joy that surged through her. Her fear of the unknown was subdued 
by the wonderful feeling of the phantom tool wedged in her cunny and the 
good-sized dick pumping her face. 

Benny humped his hips back and forth moving his tool in and out of her 
mouth. Her sucking and licking was intense, but he jolted her every few 
seconds anyway just to remind her who was pumping the excitement into her 
cunt. 

Jill gasped and groaned and shook with disbelief. The thing in her cunny was 
alive! It was humiliating her, making her scream and beg and plead for its 
explosive charge. She wiggled her hips against its tingling warmth hoping 
for the awful thing to ignite again while she sucked on the penis in her 
mouth. 

"Oh God with mercy," she pleaded, "Fuck meee!" 

Benny roared with laughter as his cock reamed her mouth. She was good, so 
great and wonderful that he hated to put his clients on her. No telling what 
they might do to her sensitive flesh, not to mention messing up her virginal 
mind. But that was another matter. For his cock was primed for a pleasing 
discharge into the silken void of Jill's mouth. 

He raised his hips off her chest and rammed them downward. His filthy, 
unwashed pubic hair popped against her teeth and the tip of his tool felt 
the tonsil flap at the back of her throat. He grunted, retreating his penis 
and, in a final lunge buried his mating club into her face. Come spurted out 
in great leaps. 

Jill was paralyzed by the sudden discharge of his sperm. It coated her 
tongue and slipped down the back of her throat. She sucked at the 
finger-sized wad as it wiggled about her throat looking for an ovary, but 
finding only a different kind of warmth. 

Jill drank his sperm down in ravenous gulps. She licked and sucked the 
collapsing penis as it pulled out of her face. Turning upward, she stared in 
the maze of broken bones and seaweed flesh that composed Benny's face. Tears 
ran from her eyes and she shut them and bit her lip. She felt humiliated and 
abused by the ugly man who sat on her chest. Her legs trembled and when she 
came to her senses, the terrible stick between her legs didn't feel good 
anymore. 

Benny sensed the change in her mood and grabbed for the cotton pad. 

"Your friend is in great danger," he said. "If you don't do exactly as I 
say, you may never see her again." 

Jill's eyes opened wide and the black pupils shone back like mirrored 
saucers. Benny had only guessed about her roommate. But it had paid off. If 
the electric shocks didn't do the job, this did. 

"Ouch! That's my pussy," she said as Benny wiggled the stick inside her 
cunt. "Take that thing out. It hurts." 

His fingers guided the electric charged shaft from her cunny up before her 
stunned eyes. Jill gasped. She could not believe that the awful stick with 
the two prongs projecting from the tip had been the source of the wonderful, 
throbbing pleasure experienced only moments before. 

"I will do what you want," she said slowly. "I do not want my friend harmed 
in any way." 

Benny felt his limp dick struggling. He had to pee something fierce and a 
wild desire suddenly filled his warped mind. 

"You must promise to do what I say," he instructed. "No matter what you may 
think. You must obey every instruction if your friend is to be remain 
unharmed." 

She shook her head. People like this awful man always find the punishment 
they deserve, she thought. But in the meantime I will do what he says. 

Benny climbed off the bed and forced his dick into Jill's hand. 

"You must do everything, remember," he cautioned. He was terribly excited. 
"Here's a test to see how you react." 

Jill grabbed his dick. She didn't like the idea of being under this man's 
domination, but there seemed no other alternative. 

"I want you to jerk on my dick," he said. "And when I start to pee I want 
you to give your body a wonderful bath." 

Revulsion raised its ugly head and for a moment, Jill thought she might 
throw up. The thought of the man's steaming urine soaking her flesh was a 
degrading thing to do. Worse than sucking his vile tasting dick. 

"I want you wet everywhere. My bladder is about bursting so there will be 
plenty of urine for your pee bath," he said. 

"Oh, this is terrible," she said. 

"Not at all. My piss is very warm and refreshing. You'll find this sensation 
quite awakening. "Ready? Because here I go." 

Jill felt the jet of hot urine splash in her face. It was indeed the vilest 
thing she'd ever experienced. Holding his prick like a nozzle, Jill splashed 
urine on her breasts and shoulders. 

"In your cunny, sister," laughed Benny, the piss rushing out his prick home. 
"Give yourself a good scrubbing." 

How can I do this? she asked herself. How can I wash myself with piss and 
suck on this evil man's cock. Christ! I must be really sick to do this! 

She worked the dick nozzle across her thighs splashing her wet cunt with hot 
piss. God, even my pussy stinks from this animal's urine, she thought. 

"That's right, up around the titties too, can't forget them.' 

Humiliated and degraded, Jill found herself actually enjoying splashing the 
urine on her skin. She tightened her grip on his cock and by squeezing the 
tip sent quick jets of piss' squirting on her. 

"Oh, that feels so good," said Benny. "There's nothing like pissing on a 
nice girl like yourself. But before I run out, remember to gargle too. I 
know your mouth is still tasting my hot cum, but there's nothing like a 
chaser, is there?" 

Jill shivered, telling herself a thousand times that she could not go 
through with the horrible stunt. But then, at the last minute,-she raised 
the limp penis to her face and released the tip. A warm, salty spray covered 
her face, then a thin stream of urine found its way into her open mouth. 

"God! That's wonderful!" said Benny finishing his piss. "Now swallow it up 
and we'll be on our way." 

The terrible fluid stuck in her throat, but Jill managed to swallow it down. 
She felt abused and violated, her body punished again and again by men 
thinking only of their own Satanic pleasures. And now there was more to 
follow. She felt sick and wanted to go hide under the bed. Instead, however, 
she reached for her skirt and blouse. 

"Hurry, dear," said Benny, "We can't keep the other guests waiting." 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

When Kevin woke up, Jill was sitting naked at her desk busily taking notes 
of the impressions and sensations she'd felt the night before. 

"What are you doing?" asked Kevin, rising from the circular bed. The room 
was exactly as he had remembered it except the bath tub had been drained and 
he could see all the tiny water jets imbedded in the enamel siding. 

"I should confess," she said, putting the pen down. "Hooking at the Tick 
Tock club is not my steady line of employment. I've been a prostitute only 
two weeks. Enough time to gather information for my book." 

Kevin recounted the following night. The glorious couplings performed in the 
tub and on the bed. He had never felt happier than he had that night. 

"I am going in the book?" he queried. His hands shook slightly as he rose 
from the bed naked and crossed over to the desk. 

"Everybody goes in my book," she laughed. "But don't worry about giving away 
trade secrets. My book is strictly a technical study of the world's oldest 
profession. I've got a grant from the Ford Foundation." 

Kevin was jolted by the revelation. The entire trip had not been what it 
first appeared to be. He had taken the girl he loved and gang banged her in 
a train bathroom. Now he had awaken to discover the hooker whose mouth, cunt 
and ass had felt the throb of his cock was actually a college student doing 
research! 

Jill turned away from her writing. Kevin stood before her staring, his hands 
trembling and his limp cock pumping itself hard again. She was seeing, as if 
for the first time, his muscular, naked body and his stout, fleshy joint. 

She felt herself seized by a strange thrill and an incredible urge raged 
through him to reach for his cock and start their torrid lovemaking all over 
again. 

As if by signal, Kevin approached, his limp cock rapidly approaching full 
erection. Wordlessly they met, understanding their own unique body language. 
Jill opened her mouth and took the pecker deep inside her throat. So deep, 
that she almost gagged for a moment before she conquered it and was suddenly 
swallowing and sucking and nibbling. 

Contentment flooded her body. The shaft twisted and thrust into her hollow, 
the iron hard cock face searching her mouth. 

A love bout, evenly matched as Jill's tongue sprang to the attack, the raspy 
tip tugging at the sagging skin beneath the conical shaped prickhead. 

Hot excitement thrilled her mouth. She felt a tremulous rush within her and 
she didn't object as Kevin thrust in and out, nearing his climax with wild 
pumping jerks. 

"Goddamn!" he screamed. His cock seemed to have a mind of its own. At the 
last second he yanked free of her face. The tension left him as the come 
slid down his cock shaft like mercury in a thermometer. 

"I can't fuck," he said at length. "I stick my meat in your nice, warm mouth 
and I want to come." Pre-ejaculation, an old physical enemy, reared its head 
once again. 

Jill stood up, the tingly excitement of her mouth quite evident in her 
smile. Her pumped up cunt deflated with the withdrawal of Kevin's cock. But 
her cunt would be hot again. She knew a trick to make her mound spring to 
life and cure Kevin's sex problem. 

"Eat me," she said. "I want you to bury those nice lips of yours in my silky 
wet bush and suck on my clit until my juice covers your face." 

Kevin lay on the circular bed while Jill positioned the V of her cunny over 
his face. His cock seemed to remember its job as the shaft sprang to life. 

Jill brought her mound down on his face. His thrashing tongue met the parted 
hole of her cunt with explosive impact. 

"Ooooooooo." The torpedo licked her cunny and her clit. A spark explosion 
curdled her leaking cunt juice. His tongue thrust into her channel and she 
reciprocated by pumping her hips up and down on his face. 

It felt sensational for both of them. Kevin grabbed her ass cheeks for 
support and guided the parted cunt onto his tongue into her cunny. The 
sickly, sweet aroma of sex drove him to wild extremes. Her hips pounded his 
face, but he couldn't get enough of fuck smell. Wanting more sex, needing 
more excitement, Kevin parted her ass cheeks and slipped his two fingers 
into Jill's bunghole. 

"AAAHHHHHH!!!" She groaned in a quavering voice and continued the frantic 
pace of her pumping hips. Kevin's fuck pole stood at attention between her 
outstretched hands. While her ass and her cunt were being penetrated, Jill 
stared at the cock, examining the wrinkled nut sack and the graceful curve 
of the shaft. 

"That's good, honey. Keep working that tongue in and out. Hmmmm ... So good 
. .. now keep working your finger in my asshole that really turns me on . .. 
grease it up real good." 

The excitement in Jill's voice, the urgency of her pistoning hips inflamed 
Kevin with wild, sensual desires as he chewed her ripe sex fruit, plunging 
his raspy tongue through the oozing slime into the sweet nectar of her slot. 

Jill cradled his powerful cock in the palm of her hand. She traced a lazy 
pattern over his nuts and up the shaft with her finger nail, then more 
determined than ever, she dropped her watering mouth over the sculptured 
prick head. Her moist void closed in on the shaft, her tongue following the 
will of her sexual fantasies, eating and licking the hardened shaft with 
quick milking strokes. 

Her hips flailed clear of Kevin's face, Jill wrenching her hips up and down 
on his face, the parted cunt lips dripping their fetid secret of sex near 
culmination. 

The power of her sex proved too much stimulus for Kevin. His legs stiffened 
out as his hips left the bed's surface flexing their strength, arching his 
sex deep into the girl's sucking throat. He was mad at himself satisfying 
his body's need without waiting for Jill to climax. But there was no 
stopping him, the dam had burst and the ripe flower of his orgasm, nurtured 
within her mouth was ready to blossom forth. 

His cock bucked and shuddered as the come burst from his prick shaft. Jill 
felt the hot sticky splatter against the roof of her mouth. 

The come was meant as a surprise from an angry penis. But she had one of her 
own as she reared up her anus. Research books teach many things, but the 
sexual act she was about to perform was learned through experience. She 
loved Kevin's cock, thrilled to its stiffness, exalted to the firm thrust of 
cock shaft splitting her ass channel and flooding her cunt with warm sperm. 

She also enjoyed what she was about to do, though it was an acquired taste 
and she was not sure of Kevin's reaction. 

"Here, sweetheart!" she screamed, pumping her asscheeks towards his upturned 
face. 

Kevin's cock continued pumping its salty message into Jill's face. His cum 
hung in silken threads dripping down from her lips and nose. He felt 
humiliated once more at coming so soon and secretly prayed that he could 
straighten out his sex problem. His eyes stared at the bushy cunt above him. 
The intensity of his climax magnified his vision. He saw the tender pink 
slit of her parted cunny and the pink nozzle of her piss duct. Without 
warning the tiny nub dilated. 

Good Christ, the girl is peeing on me! he thought. Desperately he lunged his 
body away from the spurting nub. But not before Jill humped her hips, 
spraying the pee stream on his face. She felt good urinating, almost as good 
as when she came under the pounding of his spurting cock. 

"Uuuuuhhhhh!" Kevin tossed the leg over and rose up, his temper flaring, and 
his hand reared back ready to strike. He glared at Jill who lay flopped on 
her back, the urine stream trickling harmlessly down her cunt slit, onto the 
bed. 

"You little tramp!" he screamed. His temper boiled over, and mind roared 
with indignation. He wiped the salty liquid from his face. He bit his 
tongue, the pain acting as a shield to protect his sanity. He felt mad 
enough to kill her. 

Jill made no attempt to run from the bed. Slouched back on the sheets, Jill 
circled her legs around the spreading wet stain in the sheets. Her winsome 
smile reflected the flip side to Kevin's violent mood. 

"Look at you," she smiled. "You're as hard as you've ever been." 

And she told the truth for his cock stood out stiff as a flagpole. He felt 
his cock in disbelief. The girl had pissed in his face and his cock was 
hard! 

Sensing the quick change in mood, Jill dropped to the bed, surrendering 
herself to the obscene joy of sex. "You won't ever go soft again on me," she 
answered. "Or anyone else. Now let's try you out." 

Kevin hesitated, not trusting his raging instincts. He looked at her 
heart-shaped cunt, still soft and gooey from his tongue licking. His cock 
throbbed with desire, wanting to feel the hot sleeve of her love tube 
against his shaft. His humiliation clouded over his terrible rage and he 
felt the old sensation of throbbing desire. 

His passion stimulated them both. Jill noticed her cunt walls closing up 
tight and the hot trough of her ass burned with renewed intensity. But 
before Kevin approached her two erotic holes, Jill wanted to feel the hot 
torch of his penis kindle inside her mouth. 

Greedily, she grabbed hold of his pulsating shaft and guided him into her 
mouth. It felt good, damn good, to have his cock buried again inside her 
throat. She gobbled him up, closing her lips in a vise like grip as his hips 
reared back beginning the thundering charge into her face. 

"Going to fuck you within an inch of your life," screamed Kevin. His cock 
had not felt harder in years. His nut sack, slapping against her face, held 
onto his semen, not releasing the precious load despite the urgency of her 
tongue or the sucking of her cheeks. 

This is a man! she screamed to herself in a quavering voice half filled with 
sexual longing. His hips pounded home the message, his cock swimming in the 
salty spray of spit lining her mouth. 

With savage cruelty, Kevin ripped the love tool from her face, spreading the 
slivery thighs that concealed her hairy tart and, hunching his hips, he 
split her cunt mouth. 

"Aaaaahhhhhh! Gooooood" she gasped. The snake-like prick wiggled within her 
womanhood. Oh God she felt so good, her whole body thrilled as his cock 
popped the slime bubble lining her channel walls. 

"Do your job," she encouraged. "Don't stop it. Fuck me like only you know 
how!" The smooth gliding motion of his dick, did funny things to her cunny. 
Smooth, viscous droplets emerged from her womb, a musky, pungent smelling 
fluid which spoke of untapped sexual passion. Her satiny twat bubbled and 
fluttered without coaxing from the invading dick. The hot flashes fired 
through her inflamed breasts; her rosy nipples were firmly gripped between 
Kevin's teeth. 

Jill seemed to be floating out in space supported only by the love spear 
imbedded between her thighs. Her cunt tightened its grip, the walls 
collapsing on the surging dick, but unable to stop the pounding of male sex 
into her hole. 

"Coming you big son of a bitch!" she yelled. "Shoot your hose, fill me with 
your seminal juice. Thrust the big stick between my legs and plunge with 
savage insistence. Just do it!!" 

Kevin manipulated her body like a well-tuned instrument. Fast stroking her 
slit, rubbing his groin against her enlarged clitoris, Kevin pumped his 
hips, driving in his cock and sucking out her love juice. Her smell and 
precious oil anointed her body. Her wild humping and gyrating hips filled 
his nuts with flaming hot fury. But Kevin was not going to unload his cum 
until her whole body, not just her cunt, screamed for the splash of his 
viscous manhood. 

W WW WH A A A A AAA!!!!! "Put it in! Stick it in! Fuck me with your cock! 
NOWWWWWW!" 

Her cunt sucked greedily on the plum-colored head of his cock. She gritted 
her teeth with joy. Every atom of her body vibrated from the pounding of his 
cock. Desperately she wished that Kevin would release her from the awful 
bounds that held her. She had reached the pinnacle of her climax. Her cunt 
had reacted in a way she thought was impossible. And only the awful dick 
prevented her from slipping off into a post-fucking day dream. 

She had been gutted, her cunt emptied of its pleasure. Kevin felt her slip 
away, his cock still magnificently hard and charged with the load of come. 

"Here it comes!" he bellowed. His hands fumbled momentarily getting a grip 
on her asscheeks. Then he was ready and rearing his hips back, Kevin 
screamed out, and rammed the slime covered thunder stick up her asshole. 

AAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! Her asshole spread out reluctantly. The head passed 
into flaccid ass channel, driving her butt cheeks apart as his member 
penetrated her inflamed hole. 

Tears of pain and exaltation burst from Jill's eyes, running down her cheeks 
as stark reminders of the power of his sex! His cock was so big in her 
asshole. It inflamed her tender flesh, twisting and corkscrewing its conical 
head up her rectum. For an instant, she thought her whole insides would be 
ripped apart, her guts spilling out the gaping hole in her butt. Only when 
the dick had penetrated fully, until she felt the over-sized nuts against 
her ass cheeks pumping their thick fluid up into his penis cannon, did Jill 
realize that she was coming into the greatest orgasm of her life. 

"In! In I say!!" screamed Kevin. Splitting her bunghole was her punishment 
and her reward. The milk boiled within his thrusting spear and hunching his 
cock into the widening slit. He cut lose, his juice gushing into the rubbery 
lining of her ass channel, spraying its message of male supremacy into the 
fetid, tortured, rectum walls. 

Jill collapsed on the bed kicking and screaming with orgasmic pleasure. 
Kevin lay on top, his spear tucked securely into her open wound. 

"And that, my dear, is good fucking!" he exclaimed. 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

Someday, Ben Davidson told himself, he was going to cut out playing with 
smart-ass high school chicks and get himself a woman who knew how to satisfy 
a man. 

A burly man in his mid-forties, Davidson found himself on the downside of 
the handsome scale. Girls who normally accepted his invitation for a good 
dinner and a good roll in the hay, now turned him down. And Davidson 
increasingly turned to prostitutes to satisfy his sexual longings. 

He didn't mind parting with money. But girls didn't want him after she told 
them what he considered to be good, healthy sex. Continued frustration had 
driven him to wild extremes. But for once, just once, he might not have to 
kidnap some whore and tie her up just for sex. Benny, his trusty bell boy, 
had promised him a woman who understood men like himself. Her aim in life, 
Benny said, was to please men. There was, however, a drawback. The girl had 
prior customers and would he mind waiting in turn. Davidson cracked a big 
Texas smile. Why no, he wouldn't mind at all. He liked girls who held 
liberal ideas about multiple sex encounters. Cleans out the soul, he 
giggled. Good for the mind. 

Jill looked around the room which was to be her prison for the next several 
hours. Spacious in size and opulent in decor, she thought it fit for 
royalty. Oh how did I get into such a mess, she muttered. Nothing was right. 
Her head swirled with hideous thoughts of what was going to happen. Her 
heart raced and her head felt ready to explode. Could she give up her cunt 
and her mouth and whatever else these men wanted to save the life of her 
best friend? 

The door opened on creaky hinges and a small man dressed in black appeared. 
She stared at the face approaching the bed and thought he looked kind. She 
wished for perfume to spray around her face and breasts where the urine had 
dried. Her tingling sex-satiated body seemed far away. She was aware of the 
twitching in her thighs and snapped her parted legs together. 

The man smiled weakly and extended a bouquet of red roses. "I know my body 
is not much to look at," said the man climbing up on the bed. "I hope you 
enjoy having sex with me." 

In the silence that followed, the man removed his clothes, revealing a penis 
which though small was abnormally thick around. Jill gawked. Her much abused 
cunny came to life. The painful walls of her butt tube thrilled with 
impetuous desire. Quaking in the man's presence, her slit leaking its primal 
essence, Jill did not question her desire for sex, only when she would have 
it. 

She had experienced a great deal in a short period of time. If her body 
demanded sex, then she saw no point in fighting the urge. 

The little man was staring at her, sending a chill of her spine. The silken 
nightie which Bennie had given her to wear barely covered her physical 
charms. 

"I'm George," said the little man. His eyes pleaded and Jill did not have to 
be told what to do. She had been abused and sodomized, and yet she retained 
her innocence. The man's stare made her blush. 

The hot bliss of impending sex thrilled her. She slipped the frilly straps 
off her shoulders and peeled the garment from her silken body. 

He's small, but God, look how thick his prick it! she thought. How is he 
going to fuck me . . . I just can't take that much dick in my asshole ... it 
would kill me.... I can't possibly do it. 

She realized, however, that George had no intentions of sowing his sperm 
seed within her shit channel. He wanted the soft lips of her cunt and though 
he acted polite and nice to her, he was going to get his way or else! 

Her cunt was leaking juice like mad. Her mound was swimming in fuck goo. The 
aroma drifted up, a further enticement for sexual fun. 

"You smell ripe and wonderful," George said, stroking the frantic slit 
between her legs. "I know when a girl really enjoys her sex. See how hard 
and tight your nipples are. And the way your greasy juice pours from your 
twat. You are hot for sex, of that I'm sure. Ready to take in my dick which 
is very short, but very thick around!" 

George guided his cock to the parted lips of her cunt. Her eyes were glued 
to the obscenely thick penis which was poised between her thighs. Hot and 
terribly excited by the impending thrust of his cock, Jill realized that 
George was treating her like a little girl. 

"Oh, yes how I want to feel your manhood between my legs. Your cock is thick 
and hard and I hope you won't hurt me," she said. Her cunt begged for the 
thrust of his meat. And just talking about sex was not going to satisfy her 
sex hole's demands! 

Gripping her melon breasts, George practiced penetrating her channel. His 
humping hips sent the shaft head popping in and out of the cunt clips. 

"Ooooooo!!!" she cried. His teasing strokes only excited her more so. 
Grinding her hips against his crotch did not, however, drive the penis into 
her snatch. George continued to tease her cunny, quite aware of the frenzy 
building up inside Jill. 

"Oh God, why don't you just fuck me!" she cried. "I can't stand this ... 
God, fuck me! Drive it home!" 

Carefully, he slid her more cock, each plunging stroke inching deeper into 
her begging channel. His hips made strange snapping noises against her 
thighs. 

The smile never left his face. He's going to keep teasing me until I go 
crazy, thought Jill. She felt sensations of pleasure from the tip of her 
channel to the very depths of her womb. Her sex tract tingled with 
excitement. And what excited her more was George had not penetrated her yet! 

Twisting and squirming her ample hips against the teasing shaft, Jill 
surrounded him with her sex. She bored down, holding him steady by the ass 
cheeks while her cunt inched up around his dick. 

"Yessss!" she screamed. "You're in me, you're all the way in me with your 
marvelous cock." 

George, indeed, was completely inside her channel but his hips kept up the 
steady, rapid rhythm as his shaft surged inside her twat. 

Her wetness leaked out, drenching both their bodies with its lubricating 
warmth. 

Jill was full of flame and sensation. The dick shaft felt big as a baseball 
bat. The joy of feeling a man once again inside her was invigorating. The 
thick pasty lubricant poured out without ever seeming to dry up. 

"Oh, you are good, so good to my body, my cunt, my very sexual core," she 
groaned, hunching again, matching his short popping strokes. "Don't stop... 
.promise me ... leave it in me . .. please ... PLEASE!" 

George stroked her lovingly. He had no intentions of shooting of his load so 
quickly. He wanted to fuck this tender young thing until she fainted. Only 
then would the pounding in his balls feel their well earned release. 

"Can you donkey fuck?" he questioned. "That feels so good. My little cock 
penetrates you much deeper that way." Before Jill could reply, George had 
withdrawn his cock and pulled Jill onto her stomach. 

"Jesus Christ, get in me. Stick it in!" she begged. Her fingers clutched 
behind, grasping for his penis stub. 

George took his time, he knew what he was doing. Reaching under her wetness, 
his finger found her bulging clit and gently he lifted up. 

"AAAIIIEEEE!" Hot flashing electric shots jolted her tender, juice soaked 
cunt. Her body lifted magically from the bed, her muscles faithfully 
following the burning orders of her clit. 

"You see," said George, "there are many ways to achieve sexual excitement. 
You are squatting like a donkey on the bed and very easily I could stick my 
thick penis up your anus." 

He touched her pink bunghole with his cock tip. Jill screamed at the sudden 
touch of his penis head. 

"Oh, you won't hurt me," she cried, kneeling her ass so the rounded cheeks 
rested against his stomach. "My asshole is spongy and soft and maybe I could 
stretch it out for your dick, but I don't think so. You're so big!" 

George smiled and stroked the ravine running from her asshole to the clit 
button. She Was deep between her thighs and no doubt she spoke the truth. 
Her rounded buttocks and pungent smelling bung hole held deep fascination 
for him. But his cock twitched for the sucking mouth of her cunt. 

"No dear, my cock will make only your cunt happy," he promised her. He 
reached under between her legs and placed his thumb on her clit button. 

"Dear Lord!" she shouted. "Mister, you really know how to turn me on!" 

George accepted the compliment, but it was time for more serious things. 
Spreading open her thighs to shoulder length, George ducked under her and 
came up suddenly, plunging his tongue into the wet channel. 

"Oooooc-hhhhhhh!" Jill's body shook and twisted under the thrashing tongue 
in her box. In a single instant an explosion of electric sparks flashed out 
her body. Her body flamed like a Fourth of July sparkler. 

George worked his tongue like a Renaissance painter using a brush. The tip 
slipped along the lips edges of her cunt, flicking the clit button like a 
toy, before plunging into the wet channel itself. Quick, daring thrusts sent 
the tongue scurrying into her sacred fruit, sucking out her ample of juice 
with loud gulping sounds. 

"Isn't it wonderful," he said, raising his face, "What a little tongue work 
can do!" 

Jill could not agree more. But her cunt, the barometer of her passions, 
signaled a sex storm was brewing. A hot pair of lips were fine, but she 
wanted the even greater pleasure of his prick. 

"How about, sweetheart?" George teased. "Want more. Is my cock good enough 
for that wonderful slit?" 

Jill wanted to wrestle him to the bed and plunged her body up and down his 
cock. 

"Oh, do it, yes, just fuck me hard as possible," she groaned. 

A rapid movement of his hips sent the cock plunging into her belly. Jill 
grunted as George rose up, thighs pressed against her butt cheeks, his penis 
firmly trapped within her parted cunt lips. 

"Hunch, baby, get those asscheeks in gear!" he commanded. As Jill began the 
rolling of her butt, George pounded his stubby dick into her slot. 

The smooth slide of wet cunt and hard dick seemed to go on forever. Matching 
their strokes, George plunged deeper than it seemed possible. Her channel 
was wonderfully wet and odors of her cunt mixed with the smell of her 
bunghole, boiled his hot blood. 

He loved sliding his thin body between a girl's ravine and ending up with 
his cock jammed into her soft pussy. Grabbing thighs for support, George 
rubbed his furry chest in the parted crack of her asshole. 

"So deep inside!" grunted Jill, between strokes. Her tingling cunny spit and 
sucked and finally collapsed against his barrel size penis. 

From drinking pee, Jill was now being heavenly fucked by a truly wonderful 
man. The secret pleasures burning in her mouth and inside her asshole were 
converging on her cunt. 

"Oooohhhh ... do it... do it... don't stop ... fuck my cunt. . . fuck me 
wild with that crazy dick .. . fuck me everywhere." 

George was delighted to obey her command as the incessant throbbing of her 
slot had made him hungry for sex. She was his, screaming out for his load of 
manhood, begging for the essence of his creation. And he wanted to ram his 
come load home. Thick and hot, steaming and sticky, like melted marshmallow 
on hot chocolate, George's sperm load was ready to find the searching walls 
of her oozing cunny. 

"My beautiful horny, thing," he told her. "I got it here waiting for you." 

His hips bucked wildly and as his body went rigid and the dripping lust 
jetted from his dick. All the cunt lapping and fuck stroking had prepared 
him for this one exquisite moment. 

"Hmmmmmm! So nice!" purred Jill. Her mood changed rapidly however. For the 
orgasm strains once burning bright had cooled off unexpectedly. Now they 
returned with full blazing force, pummeling her sex walls with insane fury. 

"YESSSSS! COME! COMING! Her hips bucked and twisted and corkscrewed around 
his shooting tool, drinking in his juice, milking the thick pole for every 
salty, sweet drop. 

George pumped and pumped her cunny until his semen leaked out his prick and 
dripped down her legs. Finally his supply was exhausted and the cock stick 
began to go limp. 

"No!" commanded Jill. "Not yet. Leave it in. I want your prick inside me 
some more." She squeezed her legs tight on the trapped invader. 

Her cunny gripped hold and George revealed in the warmth of her channel 
walls. He collapsed against her back, his fingers drawing imaginary designs 
around her pendant breasts How warm and tight and steamy she is, thought 
George. A rare flower, brimming with sweet nectar and beauty. 

Lost in his own dream world, savoring the post coital ecstasy, George was 
unaware of the resurgence of his penis. 

"It's growing," exclaimed Jill. And it was, the shaft twitching, a pole 
springing to life. 

"So big! You're getting so big!" The birth inside her cunt stirred Jill's 
wildest passion. Now she wanted his barrel cock everywhere at once like a 
greedy child discovering ice cream for the first time. 

"Oh, dear God, you're bigger than before," she screamed, her sexual fires 
rekindling in her channel. "I want you again. Hear me! Twice, I want you 
twice!" 

Relaxing bliss turned into sexual urgency. George was overcome by his 
rejuvenated prick. He felt spent and exhausted, but his cock demanded more. 

"Put it here!" insisted Jill, grabbing his tool. Whisking the slime covered 
prick from her cunt, she turned and faced the hardened shaft. Sperm covered 
the tip like mayonnaise. Her lubricant dripped down the shaft and filled her 
hand. Blood goring the veins turned the prick bright red. 

This is not right, I know it isn't, she thought. Women, nice women don't do 
things like this. But I want it and I must have it. 

Her body shook with revulsion. George sensed the girl's indecision and he 
encouraged her. "Eat me, for Christ sake. Suck on the prick." 

Her lips touched the come soaked tip, leaving a trace. She licked off the 
juice; the salty-sweet taste was not bad! She moved her hand along the 
shaft, scooping the semen and cunt lubricant up towards the head. 

DO IT! DO IT! she told herself. Her tongue licked the frothy tip, pulling a 
drop into her mouth. Her body shook and screamed for sex. Her brain pounded 
with excitement. She was dizzy with dread and the thrill of expected 
pleasure. 

George, screaming for release, thrust his hips and sent the shaft deep into 
her mouth. Jill gagged on the cock as it hit the back of her throat. The 
prick retreated to the round hole of her lips, then slammed home again. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" screamed George. Again and again his hips were pile driving 
the dick into her face. He grabbed her head and pulled her back and forth 
against the thick prick skin. She picked up the rhythm and they both were 
soon hunching, and pumping and jerking toward her second climax. 

And George was not far off from obtaining his sexual goal. Magic fluid 
swelled his nut sack and flooded his shaft with its salty, slimy rewards. I 
wanted him, must have him, will do anything, thought Jill. And, as if by her 
own design, the giant cock pumped home its message sending the thick semen 
gushing down her throat. 

George pumped and hunched his ejaculating cock. His cream sluiced her face, 
jet after jet of cum finding her throat that so eagerly sucked him down. 

Her mouth was moving rapidly up and down his long, thick cock and her cheek 
brushed repeatedly against Jill. A sign of relief followed the last jet of 
juice and pulling his fast drooping dick from her mouth, George let out a 
whoop. 

"You're damn good, sweetie," he said. The best I ever had." 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

Jill did not want Kevin leaving her. She watched him climb from the bed, 
putting on his pants and shirt, then hesitate when it came time to leave. 

He feels the same way about me, she thought, her heart racing. Only 
twenty-one, Jill realized Kevin was the only man she wanted in her life. 

"You're troubled about the other Jill," she said matter-of-factly. "Benny's 
taken me in many times on business call. Perhaps I can help you." 

Kevin spun around amazed. "Would you do that for me?" he said. "You're so 
wonderful. I'll make it up to you, darling?" He kissed her passionately on 
the mouth. Pangs of joy sprouted in Jill's tits. One way or another she 
would try to win this man's love for her very own. 

The whole day had been spent shacking up in the back room of the Tick Tock 
Club. The bartender on duty told Kevin that his buddy had left long ago. 
Kevin snorted. At least he didn't have Jeff hanging around. Not that he 
worried about him running into misfortune. Jeff had enough money to get 
himself out of any tough predicament. 

Jill had changed from her evening dress to slacks and a blouse. Even without 
the make up and fancy clothes, Kevin admitted that she was ravenously good 
looking. She was a man's dream: a big bust curving into a tiny waist with 
ample hips and thin legs. His cock flickered wickedly. A beautiful dame, he 
thought, dreading the idea of giving her up. 

The hotel was only a few short blocks up the street from the club. Kevin 
instantly recognized the shimmering neon sign above the front entrance. It 
was an old, imposing hotel with a doorman positioned out front to discourage 
the uninvited. 

"Jill Watson is her name," said Jill. Kevin nodded his head hating himself 
for bringing her along It only made saying goodbye that much tougher. "I 
know the desk man," she continued. "And he wouldn't give us any trouble. You 
wait by the elevator and I'll follow shortly." 

The doorman gave Kevin a hard-eyed stare, but it lasted only a brief moment 
as Jill's alluring smile made him break out into a grin. Christ, she really 
knows her way around, admitted Kevin as they passed into the hotel without 
further incident. He waited by the elevator as told, watching his prized 
lovely talking with the desk man. Then she was at his side and together they 
were in the elevator, headed up to the fourth floor. 

"He even gave me a key," she giggled. "He thinks I'm staying there." Her 
words made her cunny twist with desire. If only it were true, that they were 
headed up to their room. She wanted Kevin again, his young, daring cock 
filling the hot void between her insistent thighs. But loving Kevin was not 
in the cards ... 

Room 402 was down the hallway and walking, their footsteps silent against 
the thick carpeting, Kevin felt his heart beating furiously. His throbbing 
cock thrust before him, his boiling sperm demanding release. He wanted to 
throw Jill down on the hotel bed and fuck her hot cunny with savage 
insistence. 

Jill slid the key silently into the door. The sound of voices drifted from 
within the room. Kevin clutched her arm and stopped-not voices, but grunts 
and groans and scream of titillation! 

Somebody is fucking Jill Watson! Goddamn it no telling what the bastard! And 
she sounds like she like it too. 

Jill Watson was goddess, an idol he held up to his eyes. He worshipped the 
ground she walked on watching the degrading spectacle back on the train 
almost made him puke. She's sick and needs help, he thought. And no goddamn 
sick pervert is going to fuck her around if I have any say in the matter! 

Sensing her lover's mood, Jill tried to hold him back, but Kevin broke away 
and putting his shoulder to the door forced his way inside. The hallway 
light streamed into the pitch black room. Two naked bodies sprawled on the 
bed, a set of ass cheeks moving up and down in the simple, primitive rhythm 
of lovemaking. 

"What the fuck is going on!" screamed the man's voice. Kevin flicked on the 
light ready to put a fist through the man's face. 

"Oh, don't stop .. . Jesus Christ!" screamed Betsy. Kevin's eyes widened to 
saucer size. "Jeff! How did you get here!" 

The idea that Jeff could get into the hotel room before him seemed 
impossible. And where was Jill? 

Jeff looked up, surprise written across his handsome face. His cock only 
moments before buried into Betsy's quim, went limp. 

"The easy way, amigo," he said. "I left the club and came here and rented a 
room. Took all day to find Betsy." Suddenly his restless cock felt the 
urgency of sex. "Wow! Look at that!" said Jeff. His cock suddenly spit out a 
come stream which dripped harmlessly across Betsy's breasts. 

"That's just wonderful," she fumed. "Just about to come and you guys break 
it up." 

Jill watched the whole scene unfold dispassionately, treating the silly trip 
that it was with a sense of humor. But when the come shout of Jeff's limp 
cock, Jill thought of a way to have Kevin inside her once again. 

"What a terrible thing to do," she said rushing to the bedside. Jill scooped 
up a finger full of come and pointed it accusingly at Jeff. 

"You should never do this to a woman!" she said, "If you have no respect for 
your own pleasure, have respect for the woman's" 

The obscure invitation was lost on Jeff, but a light bulb went on in Kevin's 
mind. 

"Well, if you're sharing these day," he said. "I'll be glad to fill in." 

Betsy grinned her approval and lay back on the sheets, her wet cunny 
glistening in the soft room light. She was thin and well built. Her breasts 
rested against her chest, the erect nipples begging to be touched. She 
pulled back the remaining covers and arched her hips seductively. 

"Since you're doing favors, how about one for me," asked Jill. Sensing her 
moment, she unfastened the button to her blouse and freed the snaps from her 
Levi's. 

"What's okay with you, is okay with me," he laughed. Quickly out of his 
clothes, Kevin made a nose dive for the bed. Rebounding off the mattress he 
pulled Betsy's luscious warmth to him. Her firm breasts pulsated against his 
chest. His sex-hungry hands sought out her ass cheeks then delved into her 
pussy. 

"Ooooo!" she cried out baring her wet bush. "You can touch me any old time. 
Kevin had no trouble wrestling her to the bed. Staring down, her beguiling 
thighs worming their sensuous way around his thick sex stick, Kevin felt 
ravenous for sex. 

Needing no further invitation, Betsy's legs magically spread apart and his 
shaft glided smoothly into her soft channel. 

"Yes, good. Stick it in me good" she burbled, weaving her sex hole into an 
intricate design. 

Jill was surprised at the quickness of the two love birds. She was hoping 
that his cock would end up stroking her own cunt, now hot with soaking 
juice. Still, there were other way to feel Kevin's sexual excitement throb 
inside her belly. 

"Open your mouth, sweetheart," she said, climbing next to Betsy "I want that 
hard nasty tongue of yours sucking my twat." 

The urgency in her voice was something new to him. He wondered if he knew 
Jill at all. But it was not time to worry about such things. His cock 
nestled in one of the nicest cunts he'd ever bucked and reared up before him 
was a wet, furry bush ready for eating! 

"Fuck me, damn it," said Betsy. The penetration of a new penis had not 
damped the hot pit inside her channel. Her hips bucked earnestly up and 
around the spear which impaled her, working the thunder club into every 
hidden corner of cunt. She knew how to fuck and she knew how to come. 

"Meat man, stick it in, meat man," she coaxed. Her frothy juice lathered his 
cunt as Kevin pounded her cunt. But this was not to deny Jill and he sank 
his mouth into the wet cropping of pubic growth. 

She squirmed then writhed and then jumped crazily as his tongue nestled 
against her clitoris. 

"You can suck my pussy anytime!" she exclaimed. "Just keep working your hot 
stuff!" 

Kevin felt in an enviable position. A hot snatch hunched against his dick 
while his tongue chewed on some great pussy. 

They played together, their sucking and fucking and humping meshing with the 
precision of a torrid dance number. 

Then Jill heaved her hips giving a primal scream and suddenly his world came 
alive with a hot, cunt crazy women. 

"FUCK ME! FUUUUUCCCK MEEEEEE!" Betsy flailed against his pole in last 
desperate efforts. 

Kevin groaned. The itching in his cock said his sperm was ready. Betsy was 
nice and tight and a great pussy when she pumped up and down his pole and 
dug her fine nails into his flesh. But he secretly wanted Jill. He wished 
that he could whip his cock from the fire breathing cunt under his legs and 
jam his goodies in Jill's mouth. 

His mouth gobbled at her cunny snack, licking her juice up and torching her 
clit button. 

"Cumming! Jesus Christ here I go!" screamed Jill, bucking like a mare in the 
mating season." The incessant tickle around her cunt lips jelled. The fuck 
demon within her was nearing release. "Jam me. Jam your tongue inside my 
twat!" 

Kevin complied with her eager plea, setting off her sparks as her round ass 
cheeks thrust in his face. Go, baby, come for me, he said to himself. I want 
you to come like never before. 

"Aaaaahhhhh!!!!" Betsy screamed. Her orgasm arrived piping hot, her cunt 
wall collapsing against the hardened cock pistoning her mounds. 

Kevin's hips were churning and a wonderful explosion took place. His semen 
gathered up and sprayed its foaming message. His hips bucked and twisted as 
he spermed her cunt. 

"Good, so fucking good!" he shouted as all three came together their primed 
bodies leaking and oozing the viscous fluids of white hot sex. 

Kevin collapsed on Betsy while his mouth stuck determinedly to Jill's 
dripping juice factory. I love her, he thought, draining off her residue. I 
really love her. 

The pleasure of her cunt momentarily assuaged, Jill Watson wondered what 
would happen next. There was no clock, she could not say how long her stay 
in the bedroom had been. One hour, perhaps two? She didn't know, and what 
was more important, she didn't really care. 

Her memory was vivid. She saw her father kneeling before the ravine of her 
mother's spread ass cheeks ready to poke his cannon into her slot. At the 
time, it seemed the most explosive, traumatic thing she'd ever witnessed. 
Now it seemed passe. She had been reamed violently in the ass and found the 
experience sensual and exciting. Her cunt had been fucked by dicks, and 
tongues and fingers and dildos. They all felt good inside her cunny and she 
was able to climax with all of them. She had also performed sex with two men 
simultaneously and been forced to drink a man's hot pee. She even liked 
those things. 

So she was more curious than anything else about the man carefully 
undressing in her bedroom. She could not see his face because she was tied 
face down to the bed. He was a decent looking man, she remembered, who had 
thick, horn rimmed glasses and wore a three piece suit. Even carried a 
small, attach case so Jill assumed he was a business man or sold insurance. 
Something along those lines. 

Her hands and feet were tied to the bedpost with silk neckties. She 
remembered the drive-in movie where the naked man in a red tie said, "I 
don't care if you piss all over yourself, sweetheart, just as long as you 
suck my cock!" 

He seemed like a nice man to her, and if he got thrills by tying up woman. 
Then that was okay. Another sex thrill, a way to have fun, she thought. 

The man whose name she'd forgot brought his hand under her cunt and applied 
a thick gob of Vaseline to her sex, greasing her right up to her asshole. 
He's going to butt fuck me, she thought. That's nice, I like it shoved in my 
rectum. It's almost as good as my cunny. 

"We're going to have some fun, aren't we?" said her love partner. He was out 
of his suit and stood before her, giving Jill a good look at his face for 
the first time. 

"I hope so. I'll do anything you want," she replied. Nice looking man, she 
thought, perhaps I should tell him the tied bonds are not necessary. 

The man worked his hand into, her cunny and stroked back and forth across 
her clit. 

"Yaaaaa!" she moaned, pumping her hips. Her whole channel seemed on fire and 
she readied her asshole for the plunge of his dick. 

Instead, Jill felt the sharp sting of leather brought down against her butt. 
"Ow! What are you doing?" she implored. The leather thongs came down hard 
again, this time across the inside of her thigh. "Owwwwwww! Don't whip me." 

But whipping was exactly what he had in mind. 

Grabbing his cock, now stiff with excitement, the strange man in the horn 
rims covered her body with the stinging hand whip. Again and again he 
brought the tong down against her flesh, raising small dark red welts 
against her body. Jill screamed out in pain, desperately pulling on the 
silken bonds that held her to the bed. 

God I must escape! He wants to kill me! she thought. She lunged and twisted 
her hips, rolling partially to one side to avoid the painful stroke. The 
whip came down gently, the tip striking her on the clit. 

"Aaarrrgh!" Twice more, before she could move, the whip found its way into 
her private parts, once on the parted cunt face and again in the pink ravine 
of her ass channel. 

Oh gracious that feels wonderful, she thought, afraid to admit her discovery 
out loud. The gentle lashing continued and more of the painful strokes found 
their way to sensitive parts. 

Strangely, she anticipated the strokes and hunched her ass channel or turned 
her breasts to feel the stinging source of pleasure. 

"As you can see, Jill, getting punished is not all that bad," said the man. 
He put the whip away in the brief case for not every day did he have a 
willing victim like Jill and he didn't want to get carried away, putting her 
in the hospital. 

"W-w-what are you going to do?" she cried, the tremor in her voice telling 
of sweet, unspoken rewards. 

The lover did not answer but climb in between her legs and stroked her 
fertile slit. His balls were hard and straining. He was terrified himself 
having never anal fucked a woman before. But the chance was there and it was 
now or never. She cringed as he bent forward, her thighs tightening up to 
obscure her twat. He paid no notice. His finger rammed in and out of Jill's 
hot twat. Jill screamed as his finger penetrated tender flesh, then her hips 
slowly undulated to the steady in and out rhythm. 

"Oooooo!!!! Fuck me, god almighty fuck me!" her cunt felt weepy with delight 
following the terrifying whipping. She wanted to suck down his pecker, but 
was afraid to ask him anything. The finger throbbed in her pussy and was 
quickly joined by a second thrusting finger up her asshole! 

"Oh, you're driving me crazy!" she yelled. She squirmed and hunched her sex 
orifices against the tiny shafts reaming her body. "Oh great fucking come! 
STICK YOUR COCK IN!" 

The drooling mouths of her cunt and asshole refused to let him go. The 
channel walls collapsed against his fingers and aromatic oils washed out the 
slots. He studied the object of his desires, the pink ring of bunched ass 
muscles. Spreading her cheeks wide he watched the muscle kneading together 
like a tiny mouth chewing sustenance. 

His hardened cock dragged through the valley of her asscheeks to the pit of 
her bunghole. Placing the tip against the sucking muscle, he pushed with his 
hips. 

"Aaaaaiiiieeee!" Her butt cheeks shuttered against his cock. But the closing 
action only pushed his passion to the brink. Now he would funnel his tool 
into that smelly crack and ream her out until his come mixed with her 
heavenly shit and shot out her tube! 

His prick in position, he lunged her hips, shooting the wedge shaped face 
between her greased butt cheeks and into the pink slit. 

Jill screamed! 

"Coming in!" be bellowed hunching and bucking. The prick refused to budge. 
Then the muscles irised out and the shaft slipped into her void. 

So fast had he entered, that the sensation of hot ass meat surrounding his 
pole had not registered. He withdrew part way, then rammed his dick into 
boiling ass. 

"It's good! It's better than I thought" he said at length. His hips thrust 
forward, retreating again, then thrusting once more. Her channel was hot and 
tight and brimming with sexual stimulation. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" she screamed. The torrid pecker leaving a terrible of channel 
grease across the inside of her rump cheeks. He's in me and out of me and 
all round at the same instant, she thought. She was going to come again, but 
she paid little attention. She had something new and strange to contemplate. 
For she was truly liberated as the stick in her butt brought her closer to 
sexual fulfillment. There are no boundaries left for me, I have conquered 
sex, she thought. I am afraid of nothing, not my father, not perversion, not 
my conscience. I can enjoy sex all the time without guilt! 

"I'm coming, bitch!" screamed the man in her asshole. His sweating stick 
pounded home its sticky announcement. HE WAS SHOOTING JUICE! 

"Yes! God heavenly yes! Fill me with your male juice!" Jill tightened her 
butt and let the dreamy waves of her orgasm ripple its fetid, stinking 
alarm. Her channel flesh clamped tightly shut and the sticky cum sluiced out 
her butt channel. 

"Cumming! Yes, dear I'm coming right now!" she howled as their hips rocked 
silently together in exquisite pleasure. 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

"No, not that," cried Jill. She had been punished and abused, but fear of 
her sanity had never threatened. Until now! 

Jill twisted hopelessly against the neckties which secured her to the bed. 
The silk cut into her wrists and ankles stopping the circulation. Her 
struggle to free herself only drained what little energy she had left. 

"Don't you want to know something about me?" said Ben Davidson dropping his 
massive weight to the bedside. 

She did not. Her full attention was riveted on the object in his hand; a 
foot long stainless steel rod with two wicked prongs protruding from one 
end. It was the same terrible device that Benny had rammed in her cunt. 

"Oh, yes. This is a dildo," said Davidson, following her staring eyes. "It's 
very much like the smaller version you carry in your purse, but stronger and 
more powerful." 

And how! She still felt the after shock of that terrible device hugging the 
sleeve of her cunt, jolting her senseless. I should die first before that 
thing gets inside me again, she thought. How on earth did I get trapped 
inside with this sex crazy monster! Whoever this man was, Jill knew he was 
horrible and vile and that her sanity depended upon her getting free. 

"Please, mister, don't" she pleaded. "Let me up. Don't do it." 

The fat man grinned, her urgent pleadings not deterring him from greasing 
her cunt down. 

"But I must," he said. "I've paid Benny $200 for this pleasure. And I'll 
think you'll find the pleasure very rewarding." 

Both the girl's vagina and asshole were dilated from previous penetrations 
and finding room inside her pleasure hole would prove no problem. 

A scarlet rash had broken out on Jill's chest. Goosebumps covered her flush 
skin and her red nipples stood out like metal thimbles. Davidson rubbed the 
quivering flesh of her thighs and lifted her gently up by the abdomen. 

"I'll pay you more," she pleaded, as her body left the mattress. "Any amount 
you want." 

"That's quite unnecessary," Davidson said. "I have plenty of money. It's you 
that I'm after." 

Holding her erect, Davidson gripped the metal dildo and parted her slit, 
working the pronged head neatly into the void, allowing the lubricant to 
take hold and facilitate entry. 

Jill was sweating and heaving and groaning as the tubular artificial cock 
slid up her channel. The tool had sparked her volcanic hole as no penis ever 
had. Benny, having no experience with the dildo, had used it crudely. Yet 
her whole body shook from the orgasm it produced within her. And the man at 
her bedside obviously knew what he was doing, by the way he inserted the 
instrument. 

The twelve inches was firmly imbedded with in her cunt. So only a tiny nub 
remained visible. Operated by high energy batteries, the artificial cock 
could continue to function up to twenty minutes, more than enough time for 
what Davidson had in mind. 

"Lay back and enjoy yourself, dear," he advised. "I promise you, this will 
be the greatest thrill of your life." He flicked the switch. 

"Ooooooooo! Gracious, almighty!!" The slow buzzing vibrator turned her slot 
into a smoldering furnace. It felt like a cock licking at her cunny, yet the 
sensation did not subside. Jill groaned under its evil delight. Her hips 
gyrated and humped, instinctively, piston stroking the fucking machine. 

"Help me! Take it out! Pleeeeaseeeee!" Cunt juice poured out and around the 
trapped invader, but the dildo continued to play its fitful music. 

Her eyes rolled in their sockets and the lights dimmed into blackness. Only 
the whirring dildo and the hideous laugh of its owner reminded her of the 
awful room. 

"That beautiful snatch must feel right nice about now," roared Davidson. The 
squirming, wiggling mass of humanity was all the answer he needed. She was 
coming every second. And the dildo wasn't even turned to full strength. 

Eight years of working night shifts at Acme Electric had paid off. Of 
course, his job was not making dildos that drove young girls crazy. As an 
engineer, he was paid for inventing washing machine parts. The dildo was 
something he had worked on in his spare time. And then on a full time basis 
when he was laid off. 

"Uuuuuggghh!! Take it out of me!" she screamed. Her whole being was 
concentrated on the awful thing inside her pulsating slot. It felt like a 
squirrel eating her insides. A vibrating sensation so powerful that it made 
her want to fuck and cry at the same instant. 

She spread out her legs and thrust up and down the bed, rubbing her belly 
against the sweat stain sheets. A trickle of cum juice dribbled continuously 
from her cunt. And her smell! Her juice reeked of unknown delights, a thick 
savory sex sauce that coated her mound and her butt hole. 

"Don't fight, my lovely," he coaxed. "Lay back and enjoy by my little 
invention. I promise you will feel much better." 

I am an animal, she thought, a fucking, rotten slut of an animal. 

She imagined her father again kneeling over her mother. "Take it you fucking 
slut! Let him shove his cock up your asshole!" she screamed. Now she was no 
better than her parents that night when daddy had a yen for some ass 
fucking. 

For she was tied to an infernal machine that filled her hole with endless 
jolts of sex. It was awful and she deserved whatever happened to her, 
thought Jill. Kill me and be done with it, that would be the easy way out. 
But for Jill Watson, death seemingly would come from the very sexual 
excesses that plagued her mind. She would be fucked and fucked until her 
mind and her soul disintegrated into the very cum jelly that plopped from 
her cunt. 

Davidson smiled with contentment. He reached again between the young girl's 
legs and turned off the dildo. Her physical strength amazed him. She had 
withstood the terrible sensation of his infernal fucking machine longer than 
any other of his subjects. 

"No more!" she begged him. "I can't stand another second." In truth, she was 
nowhere near the end of her stamina. She'd conditioned her well exercised 
body to climax against a man's organ and then revived itself almost 
immediately. The color returned to her pouting face. The tears dried in her 
eyes and most importantly her cunny reformed itself. 

She'll be ready for me, thought Davidson, her old lusty, wanton self seeking 
my domination. 

Slumped down on the bed sheets, her breasts heaving for oxygen, Jill was 
aware of her wetness. A symmetrical stain spotted the sheets, its dampness 
sending a shiver up her spine. She still inhaled the pungent smells of her 
body's passion. The sweet odor of cum juice mixed with the pungent fragrance 
of her butt lubricant. Like other wild animals, Jill had her own smell which 
she excreted when it came time to mate. 

Her smell permeated the room's hushed stillness. Her panting and gasping 
echoed quietly and it seemed for a moment, that the awful man had left her 
tied up and alone. 

But that was not to be for at that very instant, a gentle hand slid once 
more onto her body and caressed her buttocks. His hand glided along her ass 
cheeks and up the small of her back. It felt good to be treated like a woman 
once again. Jill relaxed. The messaging continued for several minutes until, 
she was entirely at ease. Then Davidson's fingers dove into fetid ravine 
parting her ass cheeks. 

"I'm getting horny for you," he said, rubbing her silken, red colored skin. 
"I can sit and diddle with you all day, but I'm really horny for some nice, 
sexy fun." 

Jill did not know what he had in mind. All that mattered to her ravished 
mind was for him not to stop messaging her butt. Davidson scooped another 
handful of greasy lubricant and spread her asshole to the top. 

The squishy, viscous goo found its way into her ass channel, inflaming her 
rectum. 

"Ooooooo. Thick and creamy, just the way it's supposed to be," she 
commented. Yet his real purpose had not sunk into her brain. She thought 
Davidson was going to ass fuck her and she was all hot and set to feel his 
prick slide into her hole. Instead, however, she experienced the cold, 
numbing shaft of the metal dildo punching her ass muscle apart. 

"Dear, God! Not in there!" Jill thrashed and pressed her ass cheeks 
together. But without success as Davidson guided the artificial penis neatly 
into her rectum. 

"You'll kill me. Dirty, fucking perverted son-of-a-bitch," she screamed. 

Davidson probed the shaft into her, the thick grease popping audibly as the 
club penetrated. 

"This will drive you crazy," he chuckled, clicking on the switch. "Going 
right through the fucking roof!" 

Benny was disconsolate. He had come out almost ahead almost three hundred 
bucks, but he still felt oddly unhappy as if life had cheated him out of its 
just rewards. He might comforted himself with the satisfying thought of 
sexing the girl with come and pee and then turning around and selling her 
for a handsome profit. But as he walked down the hallway, dreaming behind 
every door lurked another sex crazy woman, Benny wished that he had not 
relinquished the girl so quickly. There were still plenty of fun ways to 
have sex. Just thinking about her ripe honey pot or his come shoot-ting into 
her mouth, made him mad. The dildo he'd borrowed from Davidson was utterly 
useless. He had a limitless supply of sex appeal. He didn't need a flimsy 
gadget to make a woman beg for his cock! 

Lost in his thoughts, Benny didn't see Sweeney come out of his room. Too 
late, the biology teacher gripped him by the shoulder and spun him around. 

"Where's that girl you promised," Sweeney threatened. The little man cringed 
as he dug in his fingers. Benny was a first rate creep who had supplied 
girls to everyone except himself and he was not going to be sleighed. Not by 
Benny certainly! 

Benny cringed as Sweeney drew back his fist ready to mash his broken face 
into pulp. He forgot about the sex crazed girl and the enormous fat faced 
Texas working on her cunny at that very instant. "Upstairs, Room 525" he 
said. Sweeney relaxed his hand and let Benny slip away. He had no use for 
the half baked turd and if his advice was wrong, he could always come back 
and finish the little bastard off. His dick was big enough and hard enough 
to satisfy any sex hungry chick. Even if he had to share her that was all 
right with him. So long as his meat found a way into her hot cunny, 
everything was jake! With the same lusty enthusiasm he used to instruct his 
biology classes, Sweeney skipped off down the hall, his cock primed and his 
mind set on a good evening's fun. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

"Noooooooo!" she begged. "Dear God! Not this!" Her shouts of anguish 
reverberated inside the suite. But located far from the other and insulated 
walls prevents her screams from reaching the other hotel guests. So her 
frantic behavior was largely spent for the benefit of her captor. 

Davidson was enjoying himself immensely. His patented dildo was crammed as 
far into her asshole as it would go, where it vibrated its tingly message to 
every atom of her passion soaked flesh. 

Wonderful pleasure poured through Jill's cunt and with devastating effect. 
The dildo sucked at her strength, pulling her vitality like a magnet to the 
center of her rectum. She was all bitch and all cunt and most important she 
was all slave to the steel cock throbbing in her bunghole. 

"You do love it, don't you," said Davidson, proud of the progress his young 
nymph was making. 

"Christ No! I'm coming unglued," she gasped. "I think ... I'm ... coming . 
.. yes! . .. COM-MMMMING!" Her words again shattering the eerie stillness. 

Davidson watched, amazed. Her hips moved rigidly away from the sopping wet 
mattress, rising as if pulled by magic strings, then suddenly coming alive, 
shaking and humping and gyrating their animal mating dance. 

Davidson watched the girl work through her orgasm and when she fell once 
more to the bed, exhausted by the rigors of sex, he was ready. 

"You think coming is all there is to sex, don't you?" he asked her. He 
unzipped his pants exposing his cock. Jill looked up drunkenly at the erect 
penis before her face. He's big as his fucking machine, she thought. . .Look 
at all the prick. And he's going to use it... on me! 

He stood before her and ran the cock tip around her forehead and down along 
her cheek. When he glided before her mouth, her tongue lashed out catching 
the foreskin with a quick, darting blow. 

"That's the idea," Davidson howled. His gimpy friend Benny had been right on 
the money. This chick would do anything for sex. Under different conditions, 
he would stick by his plan and keep her tied down until he's finished sexing 
her hole. But this girl was not the ordinary run of the mill hooker, 
spreading reamed out cunt holes for twenty bucks a crack. She enjoyed the 
sexing more than the money. So Davidson unfastened her bonds around her 
wrists. 

"Who are you anyway?" she asked. 

David chuckled. Indeed who was he! "A scientist. A research scientist, 
really," he lied. "Interested in sex." 

"Like a doctor," she asked. "One of those sex researchers." She never 
suspected that an intelligent, well educated man would be interested in 
doing the awful things to her body. But in the past few days Jill had 
witnessed her father reaming out mother's asshole, and Jeff Stevens gang 
fucking her in a bathroom, not to mention Benny's golden shower back at her 
room. She'd seen a lot of surprising things in a short time period. 

But none of the men in her life had ever excited her body in the way this 
overweight slob did. Jamming her sex portal with his wonder stick sent her 
into a screaming frenzy. And he had only just begun. 

"YOU must promise not to stop your experiments," she said. "I will do what 
you ask. I'll be your slave and will not hesitate to take your machine into 
my cunt or my asshole. I'll suck you and fuck you and excite you!! Please, 
all I ask is that you not leave me!" 

Davidson thought the girl foolish to think he'd leave her. Not with his cock 
bleating like a fucking ram! He was not surprised by her about-face, for his 
sex dildo had done strange things to the minds of women. Bondage and 
humiliation, the two prerequisites to successful brainwashing, were the key 
to his success in sex. She was broken in spirit, her mind and body like 
putty ready for his molding and structuring. 

To give Jill something to keep her occupied, he decided on some dick 
sucking. He asked her opinion. 

"Oh, can I please you!" she giggled. She grabbed his shaft and frigged the 
drooping skin sheathing his member. "Cocksucking is more than just sticking 
a prick in your mouth and eating and sucking until juice jets out. You frig 
the cock good like I'm doing here. That way your nuts get hot and steamy." 

The girl knew her way around a man's prick, thought Davidson. It really felt 
good to feel her womanhood touch his cock. 

"Sucking is hard too. I tighten my lips once you're inside and lick and suck 
with quick tongue movements. And while licking and sucking, you pump your 
hips so the cock goes in and out, like you're fucking my mouth. That's how a 
blowjob is supposed to be given!" 

Davidson liked that. And he liked the way she talked, her gutter language 
exciting the more repressed portions of his mind. Certainly she could frig 
his cock well enough! 

Jill worked him to a desired level of excitement, then plunged his penis 
through her parted mouth. 

"Whaaaa Hooooo!" he roared. He was dizzy with excitement. Spontaneously he 
bucked his hips to the tunnel like hole in Jill's sucking face. Her tongue 
coated his prick with long, lashing strokes and his balls went wild when she 
stroked his scrotum. In and out his prick went, hard in time with her mouth 
sucking. 

Jill loved his penis and almost went bananas sucking him down. The dildo was 
wedged tightly in her cunny and her sexual thoughts center naturally upon 
this wonderful sex object. "Please turn it on again," she cried. "Make it 
buzz in my asshole ... I want to go higher than I've ever done before!" 

The intensity of her excitement was clearly expressed in the way she gobbled 
up his penis. The crazy Texas inventor realized that if he did not remove 
his cock from her mouth soon, he would not have the energy, much less the 
come, to finish off his experiment. Reluctantly he retreated from her face. 

Jill was hot for some good sexing. She tightened up her asshole around the 
dildo and raised her eager hips. "Oh, please! I want it... have to have it . 
.. right away . . . just give it to me hard as possible!!" 

Davidson looked at the round curve of her buttocks. So beautiful and 
wonderful to have under my command, he thought. This urged him into action, 
the throbbing tip wanting to find a home within her cunt lips. 

He lay his great weight on the sagging mattress and raised young Jill above 
his erect cock, ready to sink into her twat. 

He stroked her sopping cunt, reaming her soft hole with his finger tip. This 
was the first time he'd fucked a girl while subjecting her asshole to his 
crazy dildo. He wasn't exactly sure what to expect, but his cock throbbing 
for fun pushed him on. 

"Yesssss!!! ... Ready ... Fucking ready!" Jill lowered herself down on the 
standing cock. The tip probed about, then finding her juicy entrance, parted 
her slot and Jill brought her full weight down, jamming her cunt with hard 
cock. 

"Ohhhhh God!" Restricted by the neckties cutting into her ankles, Jill 
punched her hips, her mound ground against her dick sprout, sucking his 
stem, searching out his manhood. 

Davidson was wildly excited and his fat body shook with outrageous joy. She 
squirmed her thighs and tightened her inner grip while he flopped back into 
the mattress, letting her cunt do the work. 

God she was wet! And their lovemaking had only just begun. Her ripe, sex 
fruit gushed its fertile reward upon his pubic mound, lathering his crotch 
with the sweet perfume of her hole. 

Her hips were churning and she was just beginning to savor her just rewards 
when it came time to feel even more manly sex plowing her sex field. 

His come was boiling up and he wanted to feel what really hot sexing was 
like before he came. Reaching between her pumping thighs into the flapping 
flesh of her hunching ass cheeks, Davidson located the switch and flipped it 
on. A terrible hot flame roared through Jill's asshole, a horrible pain so 
big and all consuming that it seemed she would split in half. 

AAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!! 

Down the deserted hallway, Sweeney heard the savage scream. It was loud and 
intense, unlike anything he'd heard before. It sounded like a jungle beast 
roaring about, free from human captivity. He desperately wanted to run away, 
and he would have except his savage desire for sex pushed him on. Somewhere 
on the floor was the girl Benny had promised. And he was going to find her 
and strip off her clothes and fuck her savagely. 

Another scream. This time a man's scream! He raced to the room 402. Christ, 
what was going on that would cause such anguished yelling. He tried the 
door. Locked. Suddenly another brutal scream and this came from inside. His 
cock was enormously stiff and whatever was going on inside, he wanted part 
of. His shoulder hit the door with a crash, splintering of wood. The 
momentum carried him half way across the room almost careening him off the 
shaking bed. 

His sexual and physical energy brought to a peak, Sweeney stared at the 
sight before him, his thoughts scrambled with lust, anger and rage. 

"Aaaaaahhhhhhh!!!!" Jill's body rose up, shaking, bucking and thrusting 
madly. Her orgasm careened about her insides like an atomic reactor gone 
crazy. Her eyes stared at Sweeney's disbelieving face, her nose running 
snot, her tender mouth drooling slime. "Fuuuuccck!" No longer a woman, Jill 
was an animal. A squealing, screaming, fuck crazy animal that wanted sex so 
badly that she'd do anything-eat, suck, fuck- anything to get it. 

"What is going on!" he yelled, but she did not hear him. Only sex was the 
only thing she answered to. He watched her cunt slamming against the wilted 
cock beneath her, its salty cum message splatted across her stomach and 
across his crotch. The fat man's face looked up at him through the bars. The 
wide open mouth snarled an angry warning while the thick, red tongue lolled 
to the side. Over thick bushy eyebrows stared his sightless blue eyes. 
Sweeney did not know him. But in his 10 years of college and medical school 
he'd never seen a deader man, than the fat, slobbering mass under Jill's 
pumping body. 

"AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!" She continued to hump and buck her hips caught up in her 
own frenzied world, oblivious to the dead man or to Sweeney. 

She had felt the come jangle in her cunt box like brass bells, and she liked 
the sound, wanted more. Had to have more sex. Her lips churned their ancient 
rhythm and her piercing screams were directed now at Sweeney. 

"FUUUUUUCK MEEEEE!! FUCK ME GOOOOD!" 

Sweeney could not see the hell of the dildo protruding from her ass channel. 
But if he had known about the buzzing intruder, it would have made little 
difference in his actions. 

The little, innocent girl who had tantalized his fantasies for most of the 
school year lay naked before him, her legs tied to an ancient bed and her 
supple body screaming for the very thing he so much wanted to give her. 

He unzipped his fly. Her mouth lunged up at his cock like a giant fish 
taking bait. The zipper parted, his penis shot forward. 

"In the mouth, cunt!" he screamed. "Once I've come in your mouth, then we go 
to other places." 

A still hush came over them. He hunched his prick and Jill sucked. Her lips 
felt so good around his fiery cock. He thrust again, more cock churning into 
her throat. Oh, her sweet tongue was nice lapping and sucking, he thought. 
His prick advanced with a jerking roll of his hips, the soaking wet shaft 
half way home. 

Jill performed by instinct. She did not recognize Sweeney, but the long meat 
tube jerking in and out of her face tasted good. And her easy pulsating went 
well with the buzzing in her ass channel. Her mouth was moving rapidly 
baring down on the prick, sucking deep for the juices laying within. 

Sweeney groaned. His nuts felt like boiled eggs. He wanted to come badly, he 
wanted to shoot his weeping dick into her face and catch the residue 
drippings of his hands His days in Vietnam were coming back. The wonderful 
B-girls in their tiny skirts, eager for Yankee greenbacks. Tiny, doll like 
creatures with small, inviting cunts that never seem to quit. He loved 
Orientals. They did everything asked of them and then some. 

He felt the same way about the nymph hosing his cock. He loved her too, 
loved her mouth, loved the way she went for his come fluid. And he was 
fucking hard, very hard. His dick pounded her sopping mouth with savage 
insistence. He lunged and heaved and bucked his hips a thousand ways 
corkscrewing his throbbing dick into every soft crevice. 

And Jill didn't quit. Exhausted from her vigor, drained of her juice and her 
sex, she rose to the occasion. The dildo prodded her asshole as her mouth 
reached out-hot and wet-to suckle Sweeney's shaft. 

"COMMING!" Sweeney was on fire. He stoked her gobbling lips and her drool 
only excited him to greater heights. 

"COMMING!!" 

Jill's cunt came alive. Her whole face roared with sex. Her asshole smeared 
with blood set the pace while her mouth sucked and her cunt constricted. 

"COMMING COMMMING! AAAIIIEEE!" Hips reared back, prick hard and erect, 
muscle tight as piano wire, Sweeney sank into her mouth in final, jolting 
thrusts. 

The hot come swelled and burst into a flowing, hot running bath inside 
Jill's mouth. She gulped and swallowed and still the semen flowed. 

Hips arched forward, Sweeney let her eat his dick. It rippled with the 
explosion of juice and the sucking of mouth coming together in one place. 

Through the broken door came Kevin, Jill and Jeff, following the grunts and 
screams echoing through the hallway. 

"Hey, what the fuck is this," said Kevin. Sweeney, only half back in reality 
could not explain it. 

Sweeney pulled his limp dick from Jill's mouth. Kevin watched as a spindle 
of come dribbled down, soon followed by another. The terrible pain suddenly 
came alive in her asshole. 

"Aaaiiieee!!!" her body convulsed as another orgasm spread through her body. 
Kevin ran to the bed and took the whole, ghastly sight in: the blood, the 
death, the whirring machine in her asshole, the come and the sweat befouling 
her body. He glared murderously at Sweeney, blaming him for the entire deed. 

"Now wait a minute, kid," Sweeney pleaded backing up. "This is not my 
doing." 

"Comming!" said Jill weakly from the bed. She coughed on the semen trapped 
in her windpipe. "Comming again." 

There was only one thing to do. And that was to kill Sweeney. Kevin backed 
him against the window, his blood boiling in his veins. 

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear," said Sweeney. Then before Kevin 
could touch him, a funny thing happened. Sweeney's wiry little body lifted 
suddenly in the air. All eyes were transfixed as the slow motion morality 
play reached its fitful conclusion. Sweeney screamed once. His body slumped, 
jerked as if shaken by an enormous arm, then fell backward, crashing once as 
he fell through the glass window and again when he smashed into the cement 
pavement six stories below. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The lights were dim, but not too dim for Jill to see her surroundings. 
Everything looked so different. The walls were white and clean and the bed 
she lay on was firm and comfortable. Her arm hurt from the intravenous 
needle, but otherwise she felt okay if not a little sleepy. She couldn't 
feel anything, like walking in a dream. Jill yawned. At the foot of the bed 
were several people whose features she had difficulty in distinguishing. 
They all smiled so they must befriends, she thought. Then a man dressed in 
white approached the bed and in his hand was a long needle. The needle 
jabbed into her skin with almost no sensation. Jill closed her eyes. 

Watching the doctor administer the injection were Kevin and Jill. They 
smiled and were tempted to rush to her bedside, when Jill's eyes batted 
open. But the doctor advised against such a move. Even under the heavy 
sedation, their presence might jar her memory. Better to leave her to rest 
for several days. 

"Doctor, how long will it be?" asked Kevin. 

Doctor Mead looked up from his clip board and gently led Kevin and his 
beautiful companion away into his consultation room. 

"It's hard to say," he said. "Until we see the extent of her damage. She's 
been through a lot you know." 

Kevin shuttered. No telling how long she had been trapped on the upper 
floor. Or how many men had been to bed with her. 

"The brain is a remarkable part of the body," Dr. Mead continued. "It can 
take a lot of punishment, before cracking up. I think she has a very good 
chance of making a full recovery." 

"I do hope so," said Jill, gripping Kevin's arm. He gave her cheek a light 
kiss. Even though he no longer loved her, Kevin did hope Jill would make a 
full recovery. 

"Rest and relaxation," he said. "The old R and R will do it for her." 

The police still had some questions about Sweeney's "accidental" death, but 
Kevin had learned his story to the last detail. Besides, he never had pushed 
him, just intimidated Sweeney until he fell over the ledge. Now with Jill 
safely inside .the mental hospital, he could go back to the room with Jill 
and have a much deserved rest. 

"One last thing," said Dr. Mead. "This was found in Miss Watson's possession 
by an orderly when admitted to the emergency room." 

They both stared at Dr. Mead. He held forward an oblong, cigar shaped device 
wrapped in a cloth napkin. Mead watched with practiced impartiality, 
glancing at Jill then at Kevin; Jill's heart raced within her breast. For in 
those few crazy seconds before Sweeney's death she had seen the dildo stub 
sticking from Jill Watson's rectum, and had pulled it free. Somehow Jill had 
gotten it back in the confusion, perhaps even jammed the dildo back up her 
bleeding hole. 

The smell sickened her at first. The stick, having pulled it from its 
lodgings, was a creamy brown color, a mixture of the girl's cum and her own 
shit. 

God, it had smelled awful. And she could never forget, Jill screaming as the 
dildo was pulled free of her asshole. The poor deranged girl actually wanted 
the dildo back, so she could LICK IT CLEAN! 

For a terrifying moment, Jill thought that Dr. Mead was giving back the 
device the way he had gotten it. Silly, she thought, hospitals are so 
sanitary. 

Kevin looked impassively at the wrapped package. "Doesn't mean much to us," 
he said. "Throw it away if you like." 

"No!" Jill almost screamed. She took the dildo from Dr. Mead and put it in 
her purse. "That's fine, doctor, and thank you very much." 

They left shaking hands. But as they walked out to the front where a cab 
waited for them, Kevin turned and asked, "What do you have there?" 

"An invention," she answered coolly. "A hobby for lonely women." 


End
