BDB-1016  The Sex Lottery
(Sam Arnoff)


CHAPTER ONE 

For the seventeenth time, Phyllis Arten turned over in her cold bed. She 
shivered with cold, wondering why the damn landlord felt it expedient to 
keep the heat so low at night. At twenty-nine, Phyllis was still unable to 
accustom herself to the cold winters in this city. 

Life had dealt her one low blow after another ever since she'd met Bernie. 
Short, chunky, but solidly masculine, her ex-husband had driven his truck 
through Phyllis's home town one day, fifteen years earlier, when she had 
been a mere fourteen. Bernie had seemed so lovable and adorable, Phyllis had 
flipped over him. He'd spirited her away in his truck, taking the 
starry-eyed girl to the city, and there he'd married her and set up house in 
a sleazy five-room fleabag apartment house. And nine years later, Phyllis 
had divorced him, sent her eight-year-old daughter, Kerry, to elementary 
school and got a part-time job. Two years later, with Kerry in junior high, 
Phyllis got a full-time job and earned enough money to make up for the 
alimony payments Bernie never sent anymore. 

The sleazy, five-room apartment was even sleazier. Her bedroom, which she 
shared with Kerry now that there was no longer a husband around, was right 
off the small kitchen with a dining area built in. A long hallway led to the 
living room, which one passed through to reach the other hallway. Two other 
bedrooms and a bathroom adjoined that hallway, and at the end of it was the 
door leading out of the apartment. 

Phyllis wished she could leave this apartment forever. The electricity was 
bad, with dim lights because of poor wiring. And the cockroaches abounded in 
uncountable numbers. No matter how clean Phyllis kept the kitchen, no matter 
how often it was sprayed, not matter how many times the exterminator came 
up, the roaches always came back. 

The dark bedroom in which she now huddled was almost frigid. Phyllis had no 
idea how Kerry was able to sleep. Her daughter, now fourteen years old, was 
taller than she. Where Phyllis had long, dark-blonde hair, Kerry had short, 
midnight hair. Where Phyllis's skin had a slight tan to it, Kerry's was 
milk-white, contrasting with the ebony color of her hair. Both females had 
brown eyes, but Phyllis had a long, straight nose, and Kerry had a short, 
upturned one. In short, Kerry's face was more like that of her father than 
her mother. Fortunately, the girl's body was more like her mother's. Kerry's 
bra size was almost the same as Phyllis's thirty six-C. Her waistline was an 
inch larger than her mother's twenty-two inches. And her hips were the same 
as Phyllis's thirty five inches. For a fourteen-year-old girl she had 
matured in a hurry. And where Phyllis had a nightly bout with sleep, trying 
to catch some, Kerry slept easily. 

The bedroom was small, with twin beds and a night table of contemporary 
modern styling between them. Everything was of blond wood. The linoleum on 
the floor was bright yellow, but fading now with age. And white curtains 
covered the two large windows keeping out the streetlights, but not keeping 
out the bitter cold. 

It was at times like this, when she was unable to sleep, that Phyllis 
thought back to her first meeting with Bernie. 

The small Midwestern town where she had been born never knew the wicked 
winters she had discovered in the city. On Sunday afternoons, after church, 
when all the other girls hurried home, Phyllis liked to walk through the 
large park on the edge of town. Her favorite area in the park was an old 
pond no one bothered with any longer. Grass had grown over the entire area, 
and surrounding trees were covered with dense foliage. This part of the park 
was too far for others. No one ever came here any more, which was one of the 
reasons why Phyllis liked it so much. At the far side of the pond were two 
large marble columns, but the weeds and foliage had grown up around them, 
making them barely visible. And it was at the base of these Doric columns, 
in a small area hidden by high, thick bushes, that Phyllis used to come and 
rest. It was here she could be at peace with the world. Here, life didn't 
seem dull, for here Phyllis could do as she pleased. 

The hot afternoon sun beat down on her, and she lay back in the small 
clearing, feeling the grass under her. She felt totally alone, as if in the 
Garden of Eden, but with no Adam to disturb her. The rays of the sun 
penetrated her clothing, and as she lay on the grass, it occurred to Phyllis 
she might get chlorophyll stains all over her clothing, and her mother would 
be angry. Her skin tingled and pleaded with her to shed the cumbersome 
clothing, so Phyllis did just that. 

Excited by the idea of being totally naked in the park, the girl looked 
around, reassuring herself of the privacy, and then she rose and removed 
everything, letting the sun bathe her soft, girlish flesh. It felt so good. 
But then, the sun always felt good on her body. Phyllis loved sunbathing. 
Here, in the park, was the opportunity for a complete tan, and she reveled 
in the sunlight, shimmying her body, shaking large, girlish breasts from 
side to side, glorying in nakedness. 

Each time she came to the park and stripped down felt like a new experience 
for Phyllis. The feeling was always one of being naked for the first time, 
exposing her flesh to the life-giving rays of the sun. 

The golden-haired girl lay back again, this time feeling some of the coarse 
leaves touch her naked flesh, stirring a new excitation in her, as if a 
thousand tiny fingers were massaging nerve-endings through her femininely 
stimulated body. Phyllis had the urge to caress herself all over. 

There was that vague, thrilling sensation deep in her vagina. It was a 
sensation experienced on the few occasions she had been alone with a boy, 
talking. Only this time the feelings were more dramatically intense, more 
demanding. 

After talking with a boy, Phyllis would hurry home to her bedroom, and there 
she would press the tip of her forefinger against the shuddering clitoris 
extending from her vagina and rub until she had brought her self to some 
minor orgasm. Because the girl's parents had brought her up to believe sex 
and masturbation were dirty things, Phyllis always felt guilty afterward. 

But this particular afternoon, lying totally naked in the park in the hot 
sun, the girl had an overpowering desire to fondle her body. The urge to 
feel physical pleasures, no matter now small, overpowered the teachings of 
narrow-minded adults. 

The palms of the girl's hands were warm as she placed them against her 
curving hips, sliding them up along the narrow curve of her waist, 
languishing in the sensual pleasure of her own, girlish, naked flesh. 

Reaching the full, raised mounds of her swollen breasts, Phyllis cupped her 
palms over the nipples; the pinkish buds of her sensitive breast points. 
They were already hard and sensitive. Her fingers pinched them between 
thumbs and forefingers, thrilling in the contact as licentious pleasure 
rippled through her girlish body. The flames of lust raged wildly out of 
control. Long legs spread widely apart, Phyllis raised them higher, tugging 
them wider apart. The thought of being out in the open, so nakedly exposed 
to everything made arousal within heighten to a greater sense of necessity 
than ever before, bringing on an overpowering feeling of urgency. She 
released fingers from her budding breast-tips, running a hand down over the 
smooth, flat plane of her girlish belly, until her fingertips touched the 
wispy beginnings of feather-light pelvic hair. The hot lips of the hungry 
young girl's flaring vagina wetly opened as her fingers approached, and 
Phyllis realized the heat rising from within herself surpassed the blazing 
rays of the sun. An overly sensitive clitoral nubbin sent a throbbing 
message to her anguished brain, begging to be touched and caressed. 

Aflame with desire burning in her girlish belly, Phyllis slid her 
outstretched middle finger into the soft, hair-lined gash of a virginal 
cunt, spreading the spongy flesh apart to bare the quivering pellet of her 
lust-aroused man-in-the-boat. The young blonde began massaging it, sending 
agonized delights coursing through her trembling body. The finger moved up 
and down, back and forth, rhapsodically massaging her clitoris, building 
symphonies of delight to a new pitch in her childish body. Wanton writhing 
made the ground rub against her back, and everything tingled that much more. 

The girl never once dreamed her salacious fingering was being observed. 
Bernie Arten, an itinerant truck driver who had delivered a load of 
furniture the previous day, was wandering in this part of the park, and he 
had observed Phyllis as she had gone to her secret place. When she had 
turned off the trail by the pond, he had moved around through the dense 
growth, coming up behind the small clearing by the white, marble columns. 
Bernie remained hidden in the bushes as he watched the girl undress and lie 
down before starting to finger her cunt. 

Phyllis, blissfully unaware of her observer, continued rummaging her finger 
against her soft clitoris, enjoying herself to the utmost. She had no idea 
each detail of her trim, girlish figure was being observed. Her long, blonde 
hair was splayed out behind her on the grass, framing a sleek, beautiful 
face with a long, straight nose, and rich, pink lips. Her tongue kept 
flicking out and licking her lips each time, wetting them again and again. 

Phyllis appeared to be more than merely nude. Her movements created the 
image of a brazen tramp, writhing on the grass, waiting for some imaginary 
lover to pounce on her. The girl seemed to raise her cunt as she fingered 
it, as if offering it in invitation. 

Observing eyes traveled over the elegant length of the girl's neck. Bare 
shoulders sloped down to a lovely collarbone. The blonde's naked, bouncing 
breasts were large and full. They jiggled in a most provocative way with 
nipples of rich pink that appeared bullet-shaped, though tipped back a 
little. There was a lovely sheen to the girl's skin, created by a light 
coating of perspiration. Phyllis imagined other hands all over her young 
breasts, still unaware a male watching her was imagining the same thing. She 
had no idea she was as exotic as she was erotic, causing shudders of 
thrilling anxiety to shoot through her observer. 

The girl shut her eyes, imagining other lips and hands all over her. Her 
body writhed as her moon-shaped breasts continued bouncing above the 
delicate, taut, curving configuration of her ribcage. Her flat, unblemished 
stomach rose and fell with quick breathing. 

The man stared at the rich pink color beneath the sparse blonde hairs on her 
mount of Venus. He gazed at the apex between her thighs, noting the girl's 
finger was rubbing against the sensitive button of her clitoris at the apex 
of a glistening, coral, pear-shaped mouth, and the sight made the man's hard 
cock throb all the more as he quietly shed his clothing. 

One of Phyllis's hands continued rubbing the sensitive extensions of her 
nipples, but the other hand kept on working on the clitoral bud, rubbing and 
massaging, making the girl bounce her ass on the ground again and again, 
making the male observer want to charge right out and jump on her. But 
Bernie decided to wait a little longer, until she was really fired up. Then 
he would ream her sweet cunt so thoroughly she wouldn't be able to walk for 
a month. 

Hot, passion-juice seeped from between lint-covered labia as the girl 
continued stroking her moist vagina, rubbing and caressing the quivering 
lips as well as teasing the aching clit. Phyllis continued stroking and 
titillating the little bud, and as the animal heat built higher and higher 
in her young body, she gasped, feeling how natural and wonderful it all 
felt. Her clitoris demanded more of the young girl, tingling from forbidden 
caresses, making her arch her back up off the ground again and again, 
wantonly wriggling and squirming to the rhythmic movement of a rubbing 
finger. Phyllis pushed her long, tapering digit down hard, running it past 
her sensitive clit into the innermost secret depths between her tender lips. 

Curving the finger, the girl tucked the tip inside her feminine channel, 
teasing the entrance for a while. Then, unable to restrain herself, Phyllis 
rammed her middle finger between her wide-open labia like a spear pushing 
through pudding, probing the soft, heated inner depths of her 
passion-aroused vagina. She shoved the finger as far in as she could, barely 
touching her hymen, knowing it was still there, intact. The palm of the 
girl's hand pressed against the erect clitoris, making it quiver even more. 
Now Phyllis's middle finger began sawing in and out of her feminine tunnel 
as her loins rose up and down with wild eagerness. With her other hand she 
pinched and rubbed the hard nipples extending from her breasts. More and 
more fire was being generated in the pit of the blonde girl's quaking 
stomach. Her eyes, wide open, rolled upward, staring unseeing at the tall 
white columns on either side of her as they reached up to the sky, and her 
wetly quivering tongue washed over her parched pink lips. The girl's brain 
was utterly consumed with passion. 

And that was when her thoughts were interrupted. Phyllis first realized 
someone was standing nearby and she froze, her finger buried all the way in 
her teeming pussy, her body flushing with embarrassment. It took the girl a 
moment for her eyes to focus on the naked man. It was natural that she see 
the huge, erect penis jutting out from between his thighs. The blunt, 
magenta head was pulsating with anxiety, and Phyllis could see the many blue 
veins road-mapping the fleshy cylinder. When the girl raised her eyes to the 
man's face, she could see lust-filled eyes staring wildly down at her, 
gazing between her upraised knees where her hand covered her virgin 
cuntlips. And at that moment Phyllis knew she was going to be fucked. It 
should have been a rape. Any court in the world would have convicted him of 
rape, but Phyllis was always glad she had never yelled, because it was her 
daughter's conception, and she loved Kerry very much. 

Bernie kneeled down beside her, lightly running his hands over the girl's 
shuddering breasts. He squeezed and pulled on her nipples, then said, "I 
don't want to hurt you. Honest, but seeing you here like this, well... I've 
just gotta fuck you." 

Phyllis wanted to cry and plead with the man, but she could see the 
determination in his eyes. Things were moving so swiftly, even if she had 
been against what happened next, she wouldn't have had breath to cry out. 

He was sliding between her thighs, holding his rigid cock solidly. The 
rubbery head brushed across the wet slit of her tight, unopened cunt. The 
full, fleshy length throbbed like some kind of monster preparing to strike 
as his body-weight slowly, but firmly, pinned Phyllis to the ground. The man 
was panting, and the blonde could smell the liquor on his breath, letting 
her know he'd been drinking. He was slightly drunk, but he wasn't 
mean-drunk, and quite possibly this was one of the reasons why Phyllis found 
herself attracted to him. He had black hair and a solid, burly body. As the 
man leaned down, Phyllis realized he was going to plant those liquor-coated 
lips of his on hers. He was going to kiss her. 

A sizzling wet tongue thrust its way into the young girl's mouth, and his 
hands began squeezing her breasts. Perhaps because of his drunkenness the 
man didn't realize he was squeezing her breasts too hard, and Phyllis 
whimpered with pain. As if to make up for hurting her, Bernie released her 
breasts and dragged his mouth down to her nipples where he licked and kissed 
them, sucking them and hoping to soothe the ache he had caused. But the 
taste of the girl's nipples was so arousing, the man unwittingly bit down on 
them, making Phyllis gasp with pain again. 

Phyllis knew she could have screamed, but she was also aware her screams 
would probably go unheard. This was a very secluded area. Its loneliness was 
one of the reasons why she had chosen it. In all the time she had come here, 
this was the first time anyone else had also come along. The chances of a 
third person being nearby were extremely remote, and even if a man was 
there, he might be worse than the man attacking her. If the truckman feeling 
Phyllis's body was rough, it was unintentional. Someone else might purposely 
harm her. So Phyllis sobbed a little, but didn't scream, knowing it made 
sense to keep her mouth shut. 

Bernie raised his head, saliva dripping down the corners of his mouth as he 
stared at the beautiful girl's writhing body. His hands returned to her 
breasts, squeezing and pulling on them as he stared down between her thighs 
at her tender cunt. God! It was a beautiful cunt. 

Phyllis lay bask, staring up at his dark face. She should have been 
terrified out of her mind. She wasn't. In fact, when the man smiled down at 
her, she smiled back. 

"Are you going to kill me afterward?" she asked, knowing deep down this man 
wasn't the kind to do something like that. 

"Are you kidding?" Bernie asked. "Hey, kid, I'm here to make the two of us 
happy. I don't want to really hurt you. Jeez! You have some fabulous body. 
To kill you would be one helluva waste. Christ! I might kidnap you and take 
you home with me so I can fuck you again . .. 

The idea was far from unpleasant to the romantic girl. In fact, the more she 
thought about it, the more Phyllis liked it. Going home to her parents after 
something like this would be almost unthinkable. They were the kind of 
people who would put the blame for her attack squarely on her, and she would 
be locked up in her room after that. 

"Would you really do that?" Phyllis asked the man who was fondling her 
breasts and rubbing his hard cock against her pink slit. 

"Why not!" He shrugged. "I live alone, I got no one to come home to, and I'd 
love having a pussy like you waiting each time I got back from a trucking 
trip. But first, let's see if you fuck as good as you look." 

Phyllis didn't really believe him at the time. She found it impossible to 
accept the fact that a total stranger would want to live with her. 

She watched him grip the thick, heatedly throbbing penis with one hand, then 
guide the blunted head toward the wet opening between her own tender thighs. 

"Here we go, baby," he gasped, ramming his masculine hips forward, anxiously 
trying to slam the lengthy piece of cockmeat inside all at once. 

"Uuunnngghhhh!" she gasped in pain. "I'm a virgin. Be careful! That hurts." 

The agony gave Phyllis the courage to plead with him, but she stopped when 
she felt him clamp his hand over her mouth. He was leaning down, putting 
weight on that hand, so when he thrust forward again, he rammed her head 
against the dirt beneath, and Phyllis thought she was going to pass out. The 
lubricating fluid in the girl's cunt made his initial entry a little less 
agonizing than it might have been, but as the penis continued pushing into 
her, Phyllis realized she was going to suffer more than a little pain. The 
driving penis felt as if it were splitting her body in half. 

"Christ! You have one tight pussy there," Bernie told her, groaning as the 
swollen tip of his thrusting cock was tightly clutched by the mouth of her 
sweet cunt. He stared down at her lint-covered mound, watching the pink 
cuntlips strain as they were widely stretched by his thick, pulsating, 
massive hardness. The man lunged again, pile-driving his powerful prong 
deeper into the tightness of her steaming snatch, feeling the flesh 
seemingly cringe before the powering pressure of the mighty dong. 

Phyllis lay there, tears streaming down her face, thinking it had become a 
nightmare without end. What had started out as what she believed to be fun, 
had become something horrible, Inch by agonizing inch the hard cock 
continued making inroads into her, and when the girl was certain she 
couldn't take any more, a searing pain seared through her body as the moving 
phallus tore her hymen. The penis continued moving deeper and deeper, making 
the girl's abdomen ripple with pain. And then she felt his bushy pubic hair 
rubbing the crevices where her thighs joined her torso, and when his 
testicles slapped against her perineum, she knew he was all the way in. The 
pain was so searing, it was all Phyllis could do to keep herself from 
shouting at the top of her lungs. 

The pain was like water in the girl's body. It had started as a trickle, and 
had progressively become a running swell, and finally a flood of washing 
agony. Phyllis lay there, sighing and sobbing, not even noticing Bernie had 
stopped thrusting and was resting for the moment. 

"Christ!" the young truck driver was gasping. "Ohh Christ! What a cunt! What 
a fantastic cunt! Oh Jesus! Wow!" 

"It hurts, terribly," Phyllis cried to him. 

"Yeah, well it does hurt the first time, kiddo. But we'll have a lotta times 
after this to make up for the pain," Bernie told her. "That is, if you're 
serious about wanting to come away with me." 

"Will you marry me and make it all legal?" Phyllis asked. 

"Shit! Here I am, fucking a kid, and she wants me to marry her, just like 
that. You got nerve, kid, I'll give you that. You want me to marry you? Why 
not! I could never hope to do better somewhere else, anyway. I'm Bernie. 
Who're you?" 

Sniffling and sobbing a little, Phyllis realized how ridiculous this whole 
thing would appear to an outside. Here she was, being fucked for the first 
time in her life, and she didn't even know the name of the man doing the 
job. 

"I'm ... uhhhhh ... Phylllis," she told him. "Phyllis Arten," He smiled down 
at her, not believing his good luck. 

"You'll really marry me?" the girl asked. 

"Phyllis, I've been trucking for five years now, and the only broads I ever 
come across who're willing to do anything with me are the play-for-pay kind. 
And most of them are dogs. You're the prettiest cunt to ever come into my 
life. I'd be a real prick to let you go, now wouldn't I ? Yeah, I'll marry 
you." 

Rest-time was over. Her masculine lover was gasping and groaning, as if 
straining to hold back a premature orgasm. And then he began driving his 
cock in and out of her, fast and hard. The spongy magenta head struck deep 
in the girl's cunt, bouncing off her cervix as the cock widened the vaginal 
tunnel, making it easier to rummage in and out. 

The pain was driving Phyllis mad, at first, and all she could do was lie 
there and whimper, thinking this agony was her damnation for having allowed 
something like this to happen so readily. Even though the man had claimed he 
would marry her, Phyllis still didn't believe him, and she thought of 
herself as being ruthlessly raped. 

The pain made the girl want to shut her eyes, but she adamantly kept them 
open, staring up into the face of this man who was fucking her so 
powerfully, building crescendos of sensation inside her. 

"Like it?" Bernie asked at one point. 

"I... uhhh... don't know..." Phyllis replied truthfully, feeling a funny 
mixture of sensations pouring through her body. 

"That's because you ain't looking at it," he gasped. "Here now, if you see 
what's happening, it does things to you." 

He grabbed her long, dark-blonde hair and tugged her head up. Through 
tear-filled eyes, Phyllis saw the man's penis being shoved in and out of her 
tight cunt. The long, thick staff would pull back until only the mottled 
magenta head remained locked between her vaginal lips. The hard cock 
hesitated for a moment, poised wetly outside the clasping grip of the 
seething cuntlips. She could see the silken strands of her own light, pubic 
hair were sodden and matted against her body with some of his own dark curls 
caught between their curling tendrils. The flushed, pink lips of her vagina 
were clearly outlined by the pressure of the man's cock. And then he slowly, 
very slowly sank his hard pike into the sodden depths of the womanly 
enclosure, burying its length inside the girl's body. The hard cock slammed 
against Phyllis's cervix with a powerful thud, and her eyes watered. 

Bernie groaned again as he fell forward, letting her head fall to the 
ground. He pressed the full weight of his body against the girl's nakedness, 
thrilling to the pressure of her pillowing breasts against his hairy chest. 
He rotated his ass, making grinding motions as the cock pounded jerkily in 
and out of the squeezing pussy. Wet, sucking sounds filled both their ears, 
and Phyllis realized the very obscene-sounding of it thrilled her, making 
this a more enjoyable experience. Deep inside her clasping cunt, the head of 
the man's plundering prick seemed to bloat to an impossible thickness, 
filling the girl until it seemed possible her vaginal walls might literally 
burst because of the pressure. She moaned, but it wasn't with agony. The 
pain was slowly settling down, disappearing, fading away as sexual fire 
burned through her body. 

"Please . .." Phyllis was sighing. . . "ohhhhh please, please ..." 

Bernie's thrusting body seemed to consume the girl's every part. Her neck 
tensed where his mouth had sucked on it, and this was another thing that 
assured Phyllis of never returning to her parents. She knew a black-and-blue 
mark was forming, and if her folks ever saw that, she would be ostracized 
permanently. 

The naked girl tried bouncing back, responding as the man's weight crushed 
her full breasts, and her long thighs wrapped tightly around the truck 
driver's hips. Her formerly virgin pussy was being delightfully battered by 
the masculine pole filling it, and wild spasms were shooting through the 
young girl's belly as Bernie drove his hard, thick, long cock to the 
absolute maximum depth in the girl's widely stretched cunt. His head went up 
and back as he arched forward. Bernie's throbbing muscle was moving more and 
more quickly inside her, and Phyllis suddenly felt herself on a roller 
coaster, slowly, very slowly rising to the greatest pinnacle she had ever 
know. The top was straight ahead, and she could feel herself reaching out. 

"EEEYYYIIIIAAAAIIIII!" she screamed, bucking and humping wildly, feeling her 
ass slam against the firmament beneath her as she reached the top of the 
roller-coaster ride inside her, and came swooping down to wonderful 
oblivion. 

"OHHH YEEE AAAHHHHRRRRGGGGHHH!" Bernie shouted, and he began spurting semen 
into her tight, clinging cunnus, feeling the girl's vaginal depths surround 
his meatpole and violently suck on it. 

And afterward, the man had dressed and stayed with Phyllis while she 
dressed. He led her out of the park and she went with him to his hotel room 
where he gathered his belongings and brought her to his truck. Phyllis knew 
sending a letter to her parents would be a wasted thing, so she didn't 
bother. As far she was concerned, she was headed for a better life. 

Sure, she thought to herself, lying in the twin bed. A BETTER LIFE: this! 

Bernie had married her the very next day, just as he'd promised, and she no 
longer felt like a fourteen-year-old girl. She felt like an adult. 

Kerry had been born nine months later, and Phyllis knew it had been that 
first fucking that had brought her into being. And though living in this 
five-room apartment had seemed romantic at the start, Bernie was forever 
complaining about her spending habits. Whenever he was home he took to going 
out with questionable friends and coming home at all hours of the night. He 
expected her to cook for him no matter when he came in, as well as cook for 
his friends. In fact, the only thing he hadn't made her do was fuck for his 
friends. He had never really been a father to Kerry, and the girl grew up 
with guidance solely from her mother. But when Phyllis caught Bernie trying 
to fuck his eight-year-old daughter, she threw him out of the house and 
filed for divorce. 

Because of what Bernie had tried to do, Kerry had learned about sex at a 
very early age, and though her hymen was still intact, there were times when 
Phyllis swore the fourteen-year-old girl knew more about it than she, her 
own mother. 

Kerry's sighing made Phyllis open her eyes, and she could see her daughter 
writhing and squirming in the next bed. And Phyllis realized the girl was 
masturbating in her sleep. 

Lord! Phyllis thought. I have to find a husband and get out of this place. 
Kerry needs a father, and I need a cock. 

And that was the truth, because Phyllis had masturbated during the past six 
years. She did need a cock. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

The Western Parkway neighborhood had been run down when Phyllis and Bernie 
first moved into it, fifteen years earlier. Now it was a complete shambles. 
There had still been shade trees in the summer along the dividers between 
the inner roadways and the main parkway. Tiny flower gardens had once 
adorned the outsides of the various apartment houses. 

Now there were no trees. There were no bushes, and there were no flowers. In 
fact, there was no earth in which to plant anything. The owners of the 
various apartment houses had put down cement when the poorer element had 
started moving into the neighborhood. And it was no wonder. Windows were 
broken, stores were robbed, and buildings were constantly vandalized. 

There shouldn't have been prejudice in this kind of neighborhood, where 
every kind of minority abounded. But there was more prejudice here than in 
most places. Black against White, Latin American against native-born, and 
everyone against the few WASPS who still lived there. 

The sun never seemed to shine on Western Parkway anymore. Everything seemed 
so drab, so dull. And everyone who lived there seemed so unhappy. 

The apartment house in which Phyllis lived was on a corner between Western 
Parkway and Utopia Avenue. All along Utopia Avenue the stores had iron gates 
in front to keep the vandals out at night. They were only half-opened during 
the day to protect the store windows. Here, one could smell all kinds of 
food as stores made and sold soul food, chili and tacos, pizza, and there 
was even one kosher delicatessen with smoked meats. 

After making sure Kerry was on the school bus, Phyllis, dressed in a shabby 
brown cloth coat, started on her way to work. She worked as a shipping clerk 
in a small nearby factory. The pay was far from good, but it kept her and 
her daughter alive. 

Her shoes needed mending and she knew what that meant. She never had money 
for things like this, and so had made an agreement with Sam Molino, the 
shoe-repair man. For heels, she gave him a few kisses. For soles, she 
allowed him to rub her breasts. For other repair work he was allowed to feel 
her breasts under her bra. 

As far as Phyllis was concerned, Sam was a really nice guy, even though he 
did have this penchant for wanting to touch her all the time. He had even 
offered to let her live with him for a while and pay all her bills, but she 
refused. When he'd once made a surprising offer of marriage, she also 
refused, because she knew Sam would never be rich. She wanted to marry a man 
who would offer her security. 

Occasionally Phyllis talked with Sam. He was only twenty-four, and he would 
make some woman a nice husband someday. He was a kind man in spite of always 
wanting to grab her, and she could see he was the kind of man a woman would 
be able to control. Certainly he was nicer than her ex-husband. If he'd been 
making a decent living, Phyllis would have been more than happy to marry 
him. Unfortunately, anyone who worked in this neighborhood would never make 
a really decent living. And a shoe-repair man in any neighborhood could 
never hope to become financially independent. 

The heel on her shoe had broken earlier that morning, so Phyllis knew Sam 
would want to feel her breasts under her bra. It was the only way she would 
be able to get him to repair the shoe, so she had decided to not even wear a 
bra. Also, she was heading for Sam's a good half-hour earlier than she would 
normally go to work. He was crazy enough to want a good, long feel, and 
Phyllis was crazy enough to let him do it. Hell! The only reason she hadn't 
let him go all the way with her was she had been hoping to find another 
husband and she'd wanted to keep her body for him alone. Now it almost 
didn't matter any longer. 

What I really need is a new pair of shoes, she thought as she walked down 
the avenue and came to the shoe-repair store. It was quarter to eight, and 
the door was open. She entered the shop and shut the door, feeling her heart 
pounding. Phyllis always felt this way each time she entered the shop, and 
she realized it was the excitement of what Sam did to her. Damn! If she 
hadn't liked him she would have let him feel just to get it over with. But 
deep down the woman had to admit she was dying to feel a man's hands on her 
breasts, and a man like Sam, who was a bit perverted but nice, had very nice 
hands. She thought of him as perverted because she knew Sam would have loved 
to get his hands on just about every female in the neighborhood, including 
Kerry. Sam had almost as much of a fixation for her daughter as he did for 
Phyllis, but the man never made advances to Kerry. This was another reason 
why Phyllis liked him. 

"Hi!" Sam greeted, coming over to the counter, smiling at her. 

The rich odor of leather and glue filled her nostrils and Phyllis had to 
admit it was a pleasant odor. Behind the counter she could see countless 
long sheets of leather stacked one on top of another at the far wall. 
Whenever it was possible to cut something from a sheet of leather, Sam did 
it. It saved money on both heels and soles. And the heels and soles cut from 
the leather sheets lasted as long as the ready-made heels. 

Walls on both sides of the store were lined with shelves where repaired 
shoes were placed. And there were two little booths where one could sit and 
wait while his or her shoes were being fixed. All the shoe-repair machinery 
was in back, against the right wall. There was a door on the left side in 
the rear, which led to a small office where Sam let his bookkeeper work when 
he came in. 

Sam wasn't a tall man, though he was two inches taller than Phyllis's five 
feet six inches. He had black, almost frizzy hair which he had to keep 
slicked back in order to make it looked combed. He had intense brown eyes, a 
small, straight nose, and a perennial smile on his face. Despite working 
with leather all day long, his hands and face were always immaculately 
clean. 

"Hi, Sam." Phyllis smiled. "I have a small problem." 

"Yeah," he nodded, a big grin on his face. "I notice you shut the door, and 
I'll bet you locked it, too." 

"Yes." She nodded, reddening, as if admitting she was there to do something 
with him. 

"Still won't marry me, huh?" he asked, teasing a little, though Phyllis knew 
how real the question was. 

"So you can take turns with Kerry and me?" Phyllis teased. 

"Hey, I never said nothing to your daughter," Sam insisted. "You know that." 

"I also know you're hot for her," Phyllis replied, "just like you're hot for 
me." 

"Yeah, well maybe I'm hot for all broads." 

"How many have to use kisses in place of money?" she teased. 

"Yeah, well I admit you are sort of special." he smiled. 

"Tell me, what'll it 'cost' me to have you put a heel back on my shoe?" she 
asked, taking off the shoe and handing it and the heel to him. 

"That's a pretty old shoe," Sam commented, looking at it. 

"Sure, but I need all the old shoes I can get," Phyllis answered. "I'm not 
exactly a rich woman." 

"Hey, wait a minute. I think I got something you'll like." 

Sam went to the back of his shop and took out a shoebox. He came back and 
opened it, showing Phyllis a new pair of cordovan leather shoes. 

"They're your size," he told the blonde. "They'll fit." 

"Where did you get them?" Phyllis asked. 

"Some rich dame brought 'em in about a month ago. She wanted them dyed. I 
dyed them, but she didn't like the color, so she told me to keep 'em." 

"They look like eighty-dollar shoes," Phyllis commented. 

"Yeah, they're actually ninety-five-dollar shoes." 

"Sam, just what do I have to do for them?" the woman wanted to know. "I 
mean, how far do I have to go?" 

"Pull down the window shade over there on the door," he instructed. 

Feeling her heart pounding, Phyllis went to the front door and pulled the 
black shade down. Then she walked into the back of the shop and stood near 
the leather sheets piled more than four feet high. Each sheet was seven feet 
long and three feet wide. 

"I wanna see you naked while I feel your breasts," he told her. 

"Sam, you know what that'll lead to," Phyllis warned. 

"I won't fuck you. I swear to God I won't fuck you," Sam promised. 

He handed her the shoes and she tried them on. They fit perfectly. In fact, 
they were the most comfortable shoes she had ever worn. God! They felt good. 
Phyllis knew she needed a good pair of shoes, and there was no way she would 
be able to afford to buy a pair. But she knew being naked in front of Sam 
would arouse her inner self even more than usual. 

What the hell! The shoes were a necessity. 

"All right, Sam, just this one time," she agreed. 

Phyllis was wearing a tight brown sweater with matching slacks under her 
cloth coat. In no time she had everything off, standing naked but for the 
shoes and her socks before the shoe-repair man. The clock on the wall told 
her she had twenty-five minutes before she had to leave for work. 

Phyllis watched as Sam approached and reached out and touched her hot, round 
breasts. He was staring at them with wide eyes. This was the first time he 
had actually seen her body. Phyllis could see the way his pants were 
stretching in front to accommodate his erection. Sam's hands wandered all 
over the blonde woman's anxious body, and Phyllis could feel herself 
becoming more and more heated up. 

Standing there, reveling in what the man was doing, Phyllis closed her eyes 
and for a little while luxuriated in the way he was touching her. Sam had 
soft, gentle hands, and each caress of his fingers was a wisp of gentle wind 
brushing her nipples. 

Abruptly, Phyllis opened her eyes, and what she saw startled her. Sam had 
undressed, and he was as naked as she. 

"What are you doing?" Phyllis asked trembling. "Sam, you promised . . ." 

"I ain't gonna fuck you," he told her. "But looking at you like this, I 
gotta do something." 

His hands were shaking, and Phyllis realized tremors were shooting through 
his body. She had never seen him this way. Before she could move or do or 
say anything, the blonde felt Sam powerfully crush her to his chest and kiss 
her, only this time his kisses were not gentle. Phyllis felt as if her mouth 
had been captured and skewered by his thrusting tongue. A great, quivering, 
saber was slapping her belly, and she could feel the hair on his chest scrub 
her soft, swollen breasts. 

A gasp came ripping from Sam's throat as she felt his naked hardness press 
into her lovely body. She could feel the thickness of his cock, and it was 
unbelievable. Phyllis had only seen it momentarily before the phallus had 
pressed itself against her, but it looked to be twenty-five-percent-or 
more-thicker than her ex-husband's, and just as long. The man was built like 
a bull. They way the penis pulsated against the blonde woman's body made her 
think it was silently screaming in agony of which she had never been aware. 
His balls hung in the heavy scrotum like small leaden handballs, and Phyllis 
knew the man was in dire heat. God! It had come to a point where she was 
also in heat. She needed something, anything. Six years was too long to go 
without a cock. She wished he would break his promise. Phyllis wanted to be 
fucked. In the nine years she had been married to Bernie, fucking was the 
one thing her ex-husband had always done well. And because it was the only 
thing he'd ever done, she was totally unprepared for what Sam wanted. 

Sam pushed her back until she fell, sprawling on top of the stacked leather. 
One long, white silken thigh trailed down onto the floor while the other one 
was thrown across the top of the leather sheet, and a golden triangle of 
tufted hair was at the apex, outlining her heated pink cunt. 

Phyllis felt herself panting. She should have been terrified, but just as 
she hadn't been afraid when Bernie raped her, so now, the golden-haired 
woman was unafraid of Sam. The aches and agonies in her body had built to a 
point where she badly needed cock-relief. 

Phyllis looked at the man's face as he knelt on the floor, his face 
perfectly level with the creaming gash between the pillars of her loins. He 
was staring at the open pink cut between her thighs, admiring the naked 
labia, seeing the way her inner flesh was swollen and pulsing. It was a 
temple of lust, beckoning to him, and Sam Molino threw himself on the open 
gates, his gentle hands catching Phyllis's smooth hips and his mouth 
clamping tightly against the leaking fount. 

"No! No! No! Sam what are you doing?" Phyllis screamed. "My God! My God!" 

Phyllis felt the hot searing breath and the hard, kissing lips pressing 
against her private center. He was actually kissing her down there. No ... 
no ... it was crazy, she couldn't let this happen... and then the 
golden-haired woman felt a slick knife suddenly stab hotly into her 
quivering body. 

"Ohhhhh! N-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o!" she screamed. "Uhhhhh . . . n-o-o-o-o-o-o . .." 

Phyllis felt Sam's tongue cut deeply into her sodden depths, sending the 
flaming, coursing jagged bolts of desire to the very core of her internal 
being. It was something she had never known before, and now the 
twenty-nine-year-old woman felt blasts of lust blister their way through 
her. 

Phyllis was at an age where she didn't ask foolish questions. She knew what 
Sam was doing, and she knew why he was doing it. He was doing it to make her 
feel good, because it damn well made her feel fantastic. What she didn't 
know was, did Sam get anything from doing so perverse an act? She shook with 
the wildest sensations as he kissed her vagina with his lips and tongue much 
the way he would kiss her mouth. Blisters of delight coursed through her 
anguished body, and helpless tears of sensation ran down her cheeks. 
Lightning seemed to charge through her again and again. 

Sam tasted the all-too-real, heated feminine juices of her teeming flesh... 
the delicious cuntflesh so open and inviting. It was the first time he had 
ever seen a woman's naked pussy, much less tasted one, and he was in ecstasy 
as he continued drinking from her leaking wound. 

Phyllis glanced over the side of the leather sheet and was able to look down 
between Sam's thighs. She could see his cock twitching in rhythm to the way 
Sam's mouth was sucking the oils from her dripping gash. It seemed to be 
bulging and growing longer and thicker, seemingly made of flesh-coated 
steel. 

"Ummmmm . . . ummmmm!" was the only sound coming from Sam's slurping mouth 
as Phyllis felt his tongue flash into her again and again. She felt his 
shoulders pressing her thighs wider and wider apart as his oral extension 
cut through her pussyfolds. Sam sucked as if he couldn't get enough of her. 

Phyllis's pink target, sodden with her dripping juices, lay before the 
hungry man. He shot his stiff tongue like an arrow against the tender 
extension of her clitoris. Phyllis could feel her feminine nodule standing 
up like a miniature penis. Sam's hard hands braced the woman's thighs open 
ever wider. Phyllis saw the glistening shine in his eyes as they stared at 
the entire pulsating flesh of her coral pussy. His eyes seemed to be looking 
up and down, and Phyllis realized he was looking between her asscheeks, as 
well, staring at the flower of her tiny anus. As far as she was concerned, 
Sam had to be more than a little crazy. What kind of pleasure could the man 
get from staring at an anal rictus? 

"Eeeeyyyyiiii!" Phyllis bellowed out, and for the first time she realized 
the machinery in his shop was on, going full blast to drown out her screams. 

The man's alien tongue seared her tight nookie again, causing fresh jolts of 
static to shoot through her flesh. The sky opened to her bellowing, and 
Phyllis felt spears of delicious, wonderful, blistering lust shatter their 
way through her. 

God! she thought. I'm as perverted as he. I love it. Oh God! What's the 
matter with me? How could, I enjoy anything like this' 

Phyllis felt Sam's tongue licking and lapping her tormented clitoral 
extension without mercy, doing it as if he had done it all his life instead 
of this being his first time. His tongue teased and shook her as she felt it 
move in concentric circles around the budding clitoris. The sounds he made 
as he drank the hot flow from her cunt made her think he was drinking the 
nectar of the gods. She could feel his lips clamping tightly around the 
trembling, vellicating bit of flesh, and he made loud noises as he continued 
sucking. She could hear his twitching cock beat against the sheets of 
leather, depositing drops of his own lubrication. 

"Ohhhhh . . . uhhhhhhh . . . oooonnnggghhh!" she gasped and her screams 
blended with the roaring machines, reaching to the very ceiling of the shop. 
Jolt after jolt of licentious, blissful delight ping ponged through 
Phyllis's whimpering, moaning, screaming body as she felt what she believed 
to be an insane man sucking her very essence out of her. Her head pounded 
against the leather sheet beneath, and the golden-haired woman thought she 
would faint from the sheer rapture she was experiencing. Phyllis had no idea 
whether it was because she hadn't had a cock in so long or because a tongue 
was doing this to her that she felt such rapture. She did know it was the 
most delightful sensation she had ever known. Her mind was totally drained 
of thought, feeling herself being guided along the pathway to ecstasy by the 
tongue licking through her womanly center. Her lips instinctively arched up 
and her loins quivered and quaked, straining to the pleasure-giving mouth 
that poured enchantment through her entire body. 

Phyllis felt much more than Sam's licking tongue. No man could lick a 
woman's vagina this way if he didn't love the woman. Yes, that was it. Deep 
down, Sam did love her, perhaps because she was the only woman to allow him 
to take little liberties with her body. Or perhaps it was because she didn't 
laugh at the way he handled her. In any case, she realized she did respect 
Sam as a man, and it surprised her that he hadn't been able to find another 
woman who would be interested in him. 

"Aaaahhhh ... oooohhhh ... uhhhhh ... Godddd . . . uunnhhh . .." 

The ceiling above her seemed to waver and slowly come down to meet her, 
expanding before her glazed eyes until she was almost sightless. The flame 
between Phyllis's thighs swelled and swelled in intensity until the 
blonde-haired woman thought she would be utterly consumed. Without realizing 
it, Phyllis wrapped her thighs around Sam's head as, like a hungry seal, he 
continued feeding at her trough. 

Yes, she thought, yes, yes. I'm as sick as poor Sam because Hove what he's 
doing to me. Oh God! I love it. I love it. I want to feel his entire head 
ram itself inside me. 

As her long, ivory thighs clung to Sam's head, Phyllis felt his tender hands 
reach under her ass-cheeks, hoisting her rounded orbs higher, lifting the 
meaty, pink slippery flesh of her aching cunt even higher, bringing it up to 
his lips so he could suck with even stronger abandon. She could feel Sam's 
cheeks brushing her wet, wispy curling blonde fluff, and she knew this might 
be the first time a man would be eating her cunt, but it wouldn't be the 
last. By doing this, Sam had unknowingly made her a slave to this, and she 
would find some way to get him to do it again. 

Phyllis jumped even more when she felt Sam's tongue lap lower, sliding 
through her anal crevice and licking at her tight, puckered asshole. She 
felt the man's tongue licking and lapping the crinkly orifice again and 
again, then Phyllis felt his tongue stiffen and try worming its way into her 
shuddering anus. 

The tiny doughnut-like sphincter automatically resisted the pressure of 
Sam's tongue, so he shoved harder, and Phyllis suddenly felt her resisting 
asshole give way until he finally managed to push a fraction of an inch of 
tongue inside. To Phyllis, it was as if Sam had thrust the entire length of 
his tongue into her. She thought he was fucking her asshole with the lingual 
probe. 

"Aaaaiiieee . . . ahhhh . . . ooonnnggghhh . . . haggghh . . . uuuunngghh. 
.. !" Her screams grew louder and louder. They were sick, depraved, 
perverted sounds and Phyllis refused to believe they were coming from her 
own throat. Her full breasts heaved up and down, pounding against her chest. 
The thoroughly incredible sensation of Sam's tongue in her trembling anus 
was driving her insane. 

He's mad! she thought. He's stark, staring mad. Only a madman would tongue 
my asshole. 

Sam continued lapping, sucking, licking, and slurping, noting Phyllis was 
sliding closer and closer to the edge of the leather sheets. He was 
overjoyed to think he could build such a reaction in her. 

Phyllis felt him pushing, sliding her back onto the flat sheets of stiff 
leather, and her long, white limbs wrapped themselves all the more tightly 
around Sam's head. His tongue had slithered back up to her vagina, and it 
was probing the coral orifice again. She felt it slide right in as she heard 
the "sluuurrpp" it made. Phyllis felt the tongue flow through her vulva as 
if it had been custom-designed to fit into her. And then she squealed and 
jumped as Sam's forefinger found her recently tongued anus and pushed its 
way inside, up to the first knuckle. The digit wormed its way around and 
around as his tongue continued the maddening swirl through her vagina. 

Without warning, Sam hoisted his body up onto the leather sheets while 
keeping his tongue buried in the teeming center of Phyllis's sodden cunt. He 
writhed about until he lay on his side with his groin near her head. 
Phyllis, in a state of total euphoria was completely unaware of his loins 
nearby until he pulled on her asscheeks, spinning the young mother on top of 
him with her buttocks and vagina spread above his anxious mouth. 

Phyllis opened her eyes and found herself staring down into the wide-open 
crotch of the cunt-sucking Sam. Her eyes were fascinated by the immensity of 
his wavering phallus, seeing the rigid, thick pike sway from side to side. 
Veins could be clearly seen running rampant through the penile flesh, and 
the bulbous purple head pushed out from the collar of foreskin, sodden with 
its own juices. 

"Please ..." she heard Sam gasp as his mouth came away from the blonde 
woman's cunt. "Please, please . . . suck it! Suck my cock!" 

Was he crazy? Did he think she would actually put that massive truncheon of 
flesh, blood, and muscle into her mouth? Bernie had never even thought to 
make such demands on her. Why did this man think he could demean her in such 
a manner? 

Yet Phyllis stared dumbly at the throbbing cock, fascinated by its size and 
breadth, inhaling the rich, pleasant manly fragrance coming from between his 
thighs. She noted the man was scrupulous about cleanliness, and as a result 
she smelled more deodorant soap than anything else coming from his groin. 
Sam's great upstanding penis, blood-engorged, and vein-laced, was drawing 
her mouth closer and closer, and she couldn't understand why. It was a huge, 
pulsating spike, with a sightless eye continually weeping as if crying 
because Phyllis wouldn't slide it between her luscious lips. The closer the 
woman's face got to the shimmering cock, the larger it became, springing out 
between the man's pale-brown loins, the penile base surrounded by thick, 
black curls. Lord! Phyllis hadn't seen masculine pubic hair in six years, 
and the sight was driving her crazy. The hard cock twitched and shuddered 
like an uncontrolled engine of some kind or other, flexing and bloating 
under her continuing stare. Phyllis could see the wrinkled sac of testicles 
below, filled with his leaden balls, each heavy with the seed aching to be 
released. 

The cock! It seemed alive, all by itself, huge, massive, immense, begging, 
pleading for her to kiss it. Yes, yes, the penis looked so helpless, so in 
need of loving. Phyllis was unable to refuse the plea. 

Slowly the young mother parted her lips, feeling a quivering anxiety inside 
her. At the same time the woman's slim, tapered fingers wrapped themselves 
around Sam's phallic wand, caressing the purple head and white shaft. Her 
head dipped lower, and Phyllis slid the massive dome between her sucking 
lips, not knowing why she was doing it, yet feeling the need to shelter the 
huge penis in her mouth. She sipped the animal essence of his sticky 
lubrication seeping like thin syrup from the narrow slit. The woman's tongue 
tasted the flowing seepage as it licked around and around the pulsing head 
again and again. She didn't want to waste a drop of the delicious seepage. 
And each time her tongue touched Sam's glans, her ears were rewarded with a 
groan from his throat. 

"Ooooh . . . yeah. . . yeah. . . yeah. . ." Sam was gasping. "That's it! 
Oooooh, you're wonderful. God! God! I wish I had someone like you to come 
home to every night!" 

Phyllis barely heard his words, in a paradise all her own. Sucking the 
mighty cock was something she enjoyed, and had someone tried taking it away 
from her, the blonde would have fought to keep it between her lips. Her 
slender hands gripped the base of the mighty staff as her lips sank a little 
lower. At the same time, Phyllis could feel Sam's words becoming muffled in 
the swampy depths of her cunt as he pulled her pussy down over his lips 
again. His tongue was stabbing into the void of her anxious vagina, sucking 
the sweet cunt while her tongue and lips continued washing the upper half of 
his hard cock, and her hands continued massaging the lower half. 

To the twenty-nine-year-old mother this was one of the most beautiful things 
in which she had ever become involved. Her dumb ex-husband hadn't known the 
first thing about this because it probably would have demeaned his 
nonexistent masculinity to push his face into her hot cunt. 

Sam scoured every delicious inch of Phyllis's vaginal interior, savoring the 
rich mead flowing from deep within her taut, feminine body, feeling her 
muscular walls trying to grip his tongue and pull it out by the roots. Now 
the shoe-repair man began sucking with a maddening vengeance, feeling the 
unbelievable bliss of Phyllis's mouth delightfully sucking his penis with 
strong internal feeling. 

God! God! God! Phyllis never felt so hot in her life. The thick wand filling 
her mouth was the most exotic, arousing thing she could remember enjoying. 
The tickle of Sam's tongue in her seething cunt was enough to cause tiny 
orgasmic spasms to race through her body again and again. 

Phyllis's head sank lower and lower, sucking in more of the man's vibrating 
penis. Her lips sucked three-quarters of the way down, then slowly slid up 
until her tongue was stabbing into the slit in his glans, licking out the 
tear like drops he was emitting. A muffled groan seemed to tear from Sam's 
chest as his loins thrust upward all the more solidly, driving the iron pike 
all the deeper into the blonde woman's wide-open mouth, filling it with more 
and more solid meat. Phyllis could feel Sam's mouth sink even further into 
the innermost recesses of her aching, simmering vagina. The frantic mother 
could hear the wild sucking sounds above the roar of the shoe machinery as 
warm air from an electric heater with a fan blew across both their bodies, 
keeping them safe from the cold. 

Phyllis gasped with wild abandon as her lips tightly pulled on the thick 
cock sawing between her lips. The young mother shivered as she felt Sam's 
mouth all but tear into her tender flesh, sucking on the pink orifice, 
licking at her inner depths while nibbling the trembling clitoris again and 
again. Her hands stretched out and cupped the bloated balls of the man whose 
cock filled her mouth. Phyllis's fingers ran over the swollen sac and 
caressed the tender outer flesh as well as the sensitive inner testicles. 
She cradled them, holding them as if they were delicate pigeon's eggs. She 
strained, pushing her face closer and closer to the hairy base of his groin. 
The huge, rocklike pillar filling her mouth moved deeper and deeper, pushing 
into her gullet, creating a choking sensation. She didn't care. Life had 
been more than mean to her these past fifteen years, and if she had to 
strangle to death on a cock, there was no more pleasant way to go. But as 
her face moved lower, Phyllis's gullet accustomed itself to the thick, 
throbbing meat pushing into her, and she rapturously thrilled to the way it 
shuddered against her tongue and palate as the spongy head worked its way 
deeper into her sucking pharynx. The giant phallus pumped between her 
bloated cheeks, running up and down, up and down, and each time it poked 
into her throat, it seemed to reach the littlest bit more. She sucked until 
she felt there was nothing more she could do with the massive flesh baton. 

Caressing Sam's balls with her hand, Phyllis lifted her head, sliding the 
entire penis from her lips. Then she tugged the wand to the side, dipped her 
head lower, and proceeded to lick the doughy mass of testicular flesh. Her 
tongue washed across it with wide, sweeping licks, stopping every now and 
again to wash the throbbing penis as well. Phyllis caught the pulsating 
penis with her hand, and began tugging it up and down, gripping it tightly, 
listening to Sam's strangulated cries as he crammed his face even deeper 
between her aching thighs. Her rapture-reaching tissues clung to his lingual 
digit, thrilling to the way the tongue worked itself in and out. Then 
Phyllis popped the plum like head of the shuddering cock between her lips 
and sucked again, letting her saliva dribble down the bole of the staff. Her 
asscheeks quivered as her cunt felt Sam's mouth sink all the more deeply 
into it. 

As she sucked, Phyllis felt Sam tug his head back. He was gasping for air, 
his face a bright red. She felt Sam's fingers grip the lips of her dripping 
pussy and tug them apart, and then cool air from his mouth was being blown 
into her. 

Sam's hands caught her rounded white asscheeks and drew her hot thighs even 
further over his face so the palpitating, pulsing pussy was crammed solidly 
against his mouth and nose, and the blonde, wet cunthair tickled his cheeks. 
He heard her gasp agonizingly as his penile head filled her tight gullet 
again. 

In a wild frenzy now, Phyllis began chewing strongly with her teeth while 
her buttocks twitched wildly under the caress of his hands, her hot cunt 
cramming itself even more tightly against his face beneath. Wickedly, Sam 
thrust his tongue even deeper into the steaming folds of her vaginal 
opening, probing, licking, stabbing, and tongue-fucking ever deeper as the 
woman moaned and sighed with her own lips tightly wrapped around the solid 
log of meat straining out from between his thighs. 

Phyllis gripped Sam's ass viciously as her own hot thighs pressed around his 
eager face. Her own quicksand-like flesh slipped back and forth from around 
his poling tongue. Her cunt muscles clenched and squeezed, doing their best 
to keep the oral digit locked inside, but her muscle bands were just so 
powerful, and the total lack of friction created by the wet cunt allowed his 
tongue to slide out repeatedly. 

Phyllis felt the orgasm building up inside her. It wasn't a minor one this 
time. Sam's hands were on her back, feeling her muscles ridging as her mouth 
pulled greedily on his cock with ever-increasing savagery. The blonde woman 
shuddered as she felt the man's tongue seemingly slash into her delicate, 
membranous flesh again and again. She wondered how he was able to breathe at 
all this time, his face was sunk so deeply into her seething muff. 

Lapping back and forth with his tongue over the blonde's clitoris, Sam could 
feel her going wild, clamping her hands around the swollen base of his 
thrusting cock whenever it wasn't moving between the ripe softness of her 
womanly lips. The rubbery head was already more than an inch into her 
esophagus, and pushing harder. 

Phyllis was sucking, choking, coughing, sighing and moaning, all at the same 
time. She could feel the man's breath spewing in little grunts deep inside 
her tight vagina, muffling into total oblivion. Sam's tongue continued 
pressing against her little button of delight, sucking the tiny clit between 
his lips, making Phyllis churn and writhe all the more against his working 
face. The young mother ground her cunt down again and again, feeling her 
labia open all the wider and try vacuuming Sam's face up inside. Her butt 
twisted in a frantic rotation as she strained, feeling her orgasm reach into 
her. 

Sam pried her soft, white thighs even wider apart, spreading Phyllis's 
asscheeks to the breaking point. His tongue scoured the seething depths of 
the woman's pussy, insanely driving and licking every bit of feminine sauce 
it could find. 

Phyllis felt the tongue seemingly everywhere at once. It massaged her 
clitoris, dipped into the honeypot of her flaming cunnus, lapped across the 
perineum, sank into her tight asshole, then returned and lapped each of her 
vulva lips. Every now and again the young mother could feel Sam's teeth 
chewing on her rounded asscheeks, and then his tongue would once again 
plunge into the soaking-wet folds of her trembling pussy. The vulva muscles 
were like tight elastic bands, trying to clench the man's tongue, yet never 
quite succeeding. 

"SAAAAAMMMMMUUUUGGGGHHHH! I'M ... UUUUGGGGHHHH . . . 
COMMMMIIIINNNN-GGGGUUUUGGGGHHHH . . . EEEYYYAAA-GGGHHH!" 

Her cries were so loud, they seemed to overpower the sound of the machinery. 
Her head had lifted from his throbbing phallus for a moment, but Sam felt 
the woman's lips suddenly slide over the sensitive glans again, pulling the 
entire length of the pulsing wang all the way into her mouth, down her 
sucking throat. Phyllis's entire ass twisted and gyrated as the blasting 
explosions of her climax made her twine her tongue wildly around the 
upthrust pole in her mouth, while her vagina now firmly gripped and twisted 
Sam's tongue where it was sunk all the way into the depths of teeming bliss. 

She could feel Sam's cock shuddering, twitching, swelling, and realized he 
couldn't hold back any longer. He had to come. The only question now was, 
did the man expect her to take his seed in her mouth? Phyllis didn't have 
time to ponder it. She did know if she removed her mouth, much of the thrill 
he was about to experience would disappear, and somehow she just couldn't do 
that to this man, especially after he had given her such an overpowering 
climax of her own. Had it been her ex-husband, she would have pulled her 
mouth away, gotten up, and left him there. Let him shoot his spunk into the 
air without any feeling. But Sam was not Bernie. Sam, for all his 
licentiousness, was basically a very good man. She had to make it as good 
for him as he had made it for her. 

Her tongue sensed the crazy rush of semen through the narrowly constricted 
tube in the underside of Sam's cock. It came rushing out in a tumultuous 
flow, catching her off-guard. The floodgates seemed to open and the man's 
heavy load was suddenly released, roaring in a blinding flood along the 
length of his throbbing cock with the speed and delight of an express train 
without brakes rushing down a mountainside. Sam's thighs pressed against 
Phyllis's head, crushing it tightly, and there was a deafening roar in her 
ears. She knew there was no stopping the seed now. And then Sam was crashing 
the great, hot load of goo into her sucking, anxious mouth. 

"UUUUMMMMPHHHHHHHH! UUUURRRR-GGGGHHHH!" Sam bellowed, his lips still pressed 
to Phyllis's seething cunt, but Phyllis understood what went on inside the 
man. Her lips pulled and sucked, swallowing and sucking frantically, anxious 
to drink the hot, fuming spurts coming from within him as they came jetting 
from the tiny, narrow opening in the enormous head of his hard cock. Phyllis 
felt Sam pushing his pike even deeper into her throat, and this time he 
might well have succeeded in strangling her had his hard cock not started 
shrinking. Even so, the blonde sucked hard, pulling every molten drop of 
sperm from the man's cock, sucking it into her throat, and swallowing the 
effluvium syrup into her belly. 

Phyllis moaned and groaned, bobbing her head feverishly as she tried sucking 
the shooting jets of lava without letting any of it spill out the side of 
her mouth. This was Sam's first ejaculation inside a woman, and all the 
years of sperm he had saved erupted into his cock. Sam fired one wicked 
blast after another, shooting the seed into the woman's mouth almost before 
she could swallow it. Phyllis could feel the torrents burst against the back 
of her sucking throat as she rode her own aching pussy harder and harder 
against the working mouth of the muscular man beneath her. His tongue and 
lips caused wonderful, skyrocketing thrills to launch themselves through her 
body as stars winked on and off in her brain. 

God! she thought. Oh God! to drink his liquid as he continued swallowing the 
rapturous pools seeping from her own oven was total bliss. It was as if the 
entire world had come to an end, and she was totally disintegrating into 
tiny little ecstatic atoms that would whirl through space forever. Nothing 
else seemed to matter but this sea of rapturous oral love to which he'd 
introduced her. 

Like all good things, this came to an end. Slowly, very slowly her body 
drifted down from Nirvana, and she had to fight to pull her cunt from around 
Sam's face. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

On the bus, heading for the factory where she worked, Phyllis sighed. Sam 
had begged her to marry him after they had gotten dressed. He had sworn to 
take care of her and Kerry for the rest of their lives, promising he would 
never have anything to do with any other woman. It was an easy promise for 
the shy shoe-repair man to make, since Phyllis had been the first woman he 
had ever fondled, much less sixty-nined with. But Phyllis had adamantly 
refused. She needed someone who could give her security. When there was no 
money in the house, love quickly flew out the window. She had experienced 
enough trouble with Bernie. She didn't want a repeat of the same situation. 
If she married Sam and this marriage lasted eight or nine years as her 
previous marriage had lasted, she would be nearly forty when Sam left her. 
There would be almost no opportunity for a re-marriage at that age. No, this 
was her last chance to marry someone who could afford to support her, and 
even if she had no prospects now, she had to keep herself ready and waiting. 
The big question was, would her body allow her to continue waiting? It had 
tasted an orgasm, and now her innards were inflamed, aching for more of the 
same. 

Looking at a discarded newspaper, Phyllis saw an ad for the new state 
lottery. The grand-prize winner was being chosen today. And the grand prize 
was a thousand dollars a week for life, with a guaranteed minimum of a 
quarter of a million dollars. Phyllis sighed and shrugged. She had never 
bothered purchasing a lottery ticket. She had almost no chance of winning 
anything; why throw good money away? It was a pipe dream, winning that kind 
of money for a fifty-cent ticket. 

Arriving at the factory, she went to the rear, hung up her coat, and paused 
to comb her hair in the ladies' room. Then she came out and went to work. 

The factory made dainty feminine items, like handkerchiefs and kerchiefs. A 
dozen were packed in a box, which was what Phyllis did all day. The factory, 
itself, was one huge room with a series of sewing machines standing in rows 
up front. Behind each machine was a girl working quickly because she was 
paid by the amount of pieces she properly sewed. Kerchiefs weren't merely 
cut. They had to be designed, sewn, and shaped. Lint flew through the 
factory, getting in everyone's hair, and filling nostrils. Phyllis didn't 
mind. By now, she was used to it. 

She worked at one of two long packing tables in the rear of the factory, 
just before the storage shelves. Her job was to pack a dozen hankies or 
kerchiefs in an appropriate box, then stack the box on top of other boxes, 
already filled. A boy would come along later on and do the actual packing 
into cartons, strapping up the cartons. Then Phyllis would address the 
carton according to the bill of lading she received with each order, and the 
carton would be taken by the boy and stacked near the freight elevator. 

The zzzz-zzzz-zzzz of each sewing machine blended in with all the others and 
made the room sound as if it were filled with overgrown, angry hornets. This 
contrasted with the even louder buzzing of the cutting saw as it cut 
material on the long cutting tables. It had taken Phyllis a while to 
accustom herself to all the noise, but now her brain completely shut out all 
of it. 

"Mrs. Arten," she heard a voice say, and looked up to see the foreman. "The 
boss wants to see you in his office. Move it!" 

Shrugging, Phyllis hurried up to the front of the factory and knocked at a 
large, metal door. A moment later the door opened, and she entered the 
small, shabby-looking office. 

"You wanted to see me, Mr. Barcone?" 

"Yeah." The short, handsome man with the thick mustache nodded. "I got some 
customers coming from out of town today. They buy a few thousand gross at a 
clip. Actually they're more than from outta town. They come from outta the 
country. One of those spic countries. Anyway, they want a good-looking broad 
to go to lunch with them. I already have a couple of girls, but I'm one shy, 
and I figured you might like to fill in. You'll get paid as if you did your 
usual work, but all you'll be doing is havin' a good time eating. How about 
it?" 

"Well sure, if it doesn't take too long," Phyllis agreed. 

"Hey," Barcone told her, "this is for lunch, not dinner. Smile at 'em, let 
one of 'em squeeze your ass a little. It's worth a free meal to you. 
Afterward, we'll go up to their hotel room, sign the orders, and I'll even 
drive you home. Okay?" 

"Sure," Phyllis nodded. 

Anything to get away from the humdrum of the day's routine. A good meal had 
been something she hadn't had in ages. Maybe she could wrap something up and 
bring it home to Kerry. 

"That outfit you're wearing looks fine," Barcone told her. "They'll be here 
in a little while, so go put on some fresh makeup and come back here. I'll 
tell the foreman not to bother you." 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

The Blass brothers, Jose and Eduardo, were two good-looking Latin-Americans 
boys. The older one was in his early thirties, and Jose, the younger one, 
was just thirty. Both were married, so Phyllis quickly forgot any ideas of 
having anything to do with them other than a luncheon date. 

Barcone had a brunette from the factory known as Linda, with him. A redhead 
by the name of Dolores hung onto Jose Blass's arm, so Phyllis knew she was 
there for Eduardo's benefit. It was just as well since Eduardo was the 
best-looking of the three men. 

Lunch was at a high-class restaurant in mid-town. Phyllis had a large steak, 
and what she couldn't finish, she did have wrapped up in a Bowser Bag, and 
she tucked it into her handbag. Then they went to one of the Hilton's, up to 
the top floor where all the elegant suites were located. 

Phyllis's eyes opened wide the moment she entered the sitting room of the 
suite. It was as elegant as anything she had seen in the movies, with large, 
comfortable sofas and deep carpeting. A huge window across the room let 
sunlight in. Since they were on the top floor, there were no buildings to 
obstruct the sunlight. 

The paper-signing took almost no time, and then the other two girls left. 
Phyllis waited, ostensibly because Joe Barcone had promised to drive her 
home. But it soon became evident he was in no hurry to leave, and when 
Phyllis decided she would be better off taking the subway, Eduardo Blass 
blocked her way. He had tight, black, almost kinky hair, and his skin was 
tan. 

Like his younger brother he wore glasses, but now the two of them were 
taking their glasses off, while Barcone, who had been enjoying a half-dozen 
Scotches, sat back on the sofa, a big smile on his face. 

"Please," Phyllis said. "I'd like to leave." 

"Oye! Chica!" Eduardo smiled. "You leave when we say so." 

"What's going on here?" Phyllis wanted to know, and for the first time in 
her life she felt frightened. 

"Hey, Barcone, din you tell thees gorl what was goin' on?" Jose Blass asked. 

"Not really," Barcone slurred. "But don't worry. She'll give you a good 
time. Go on, Mrs. Arten, hang loose. Enjoy yourself with the boys. They like 
fresh meat every time they come to the city. They've already had their share 
of the other two girls. Be nice to them and there'll be an extra twenty 
bucks in your pay envelope, tax-free." 

"Drop dead!" Phyllis told him. "I'm no cheap whore to be bandied about and 
played with just to suit someone's whims. Shove it, Mr. Barcone." 

"Hey, chica," Jose Blass said to her. "You be nice to us, and we give you 
nice presents when you leave." 

"Get out of my way," Phyllis said to Eduardo. He was a little shorter than 
his brother, and for some reason she thought he might be less dangerous. 
Too, he was wearing an expensive Brooks Brothers suit, and she couldn't see 
him wanting to risk its being ruined, because she intended putting up one 
helluva fight. Her coat was already in her hand, and she was all set to put 
it on when Jose approached, reached out, and pulled it from her fingers. The 
taller brother threw her coat to the side. 

"Don't fight 'em, Arten," Barcone told her. "Just let it happen. It won't 
hurt, that way. Hell, it ain't as if you're some kinda virgin, or something. 
You been fucked before. Give the guys a good time." 

Before Phyllis answered, Eduardo Blass reached out and gripped her shoulder, 
saying, "Thees woman is for me, alone. Jose, you can help me to fuck her, 
but for the moment she is mine, and I will decide how to use her." 

"The hell with you, buster," Phyllis snapped, feeling his fingers tighten, 
snaring the thin fabric of her brown sweater. 

Phyllis tried pulling away, and her sweater tore right down the middle as if 
it were tissue paper. Each brother grabbed a sleeve and pulled, and the 
garment came free of her body, fluttering to the floor, exposing her braless 
breasts to their eyes. 

"No!" Phyllis snapped, more terrified than ever. "You can't do this . .." 

The brothers' arms suddenly wrapped around her torso, their hands fondling 
and cupping her breasts as Joe Barcone looked on. The Blass brothers' eyes 
widened as they felt her melon-shaped tits with their bulging pink nipples 
and large aureolae. Horrified, Phyllis stared at Jose, watching him lick his 
lips. But she could also see the disappointment in his eyes, as if he had 
accepted the fact that she wasn't for him. Reluctantly, he shoved her toward 
Eduardo. 

"You would be wise to do as I weesh," Eduardo Blass told her, peeling off 
his jacket. 

"You wouldn't dare do anything to me against my will," Phyllis gasped. 

But her body was already simmering with excitement. The man merely smiled at 
her and in front of her the other two men began undressing. He seemed to 
lack any sense of decency. 

He was naked before she realized it, and Phyllis knew there was almost no 
hope for her now. She was going to be raped against her will, this time. She 
wanted to get out, and so took a step toward the door, trying to move around 
Eduardo. But the Latin-American reached out and pulled her to him, gripping 
her body tightly. His fleshy lips suddenly locked on hers as his 
surprisingly smooth tongue snaked between her lips. Phyllis could feel the 
squiggly digit hotly exploring her mouth. When the young mother tried 
pulling away, she felt the man holding her in a viselike grip. His fingers 
clamped tightly on her forearms, squeezing her muscles. She knew there would 
be black-and-blue marks all over her as the circulation in her forearms and 
wrists decreased. The older brother's warm, wet lips left her mouth and 
traced her jaw line for a moment, moving to her chin, then gently nibbling 
at the soft flesh of her neck. 

Phyllis felt his mouth moving down to the soft, pillowy expanse of her 
chest. The horrified woman's blood ran cold as Eduardo voraciously sucked at 
her lips with his own, then once more moved his mouth down to the swells of 
her breasts. His tongue leaped out and circled the pink halo of her left 
breast, then leaped over to her right breast, not once touching either 
nipple. But a moment later his teeth clamped on the eraser-like bud of her 
right nipple as his lips pulled on the quivering tip. The man's glistening 
tongue swirled around Phyllis's quivering nipples, and she felt all the more 
anguish knowing her employer was staring, wishing he could get in on the 
action, too. From the look in his eyes it was obvious he intended getting 
some of her at a later date, figuring if she put out for this guy, she would 
be overjoyed to do the same for him. 

What the hell kind of life was this? Phyllis wondered. In order for her to 
get married, she had to be literally raped by her husband. To get shoes 
she'd allowed Sam Molino to lick her vagina while she'd sucked his cock, 
though she still wasn't sorry about that. Now, in order to make her boss's 
customer happy, she was being raped again. Did everything in the world 
revolve around the raping of women? Hell! She knew she hadn't asked for 
this. But the man was treating her like a common whore; a plaything for 
uncaring, vicious men to fondle and throw away at their leisure. They made 
her feel as if she were garbage, a mere receptacle into which they could 
empty their sperm cannons. She was a lust container, a spermidor. 

Eduardo Blass was not a patient man, and he maneuvered her onto the floor 
immediately. Phyllis realized he was going to fuck her in front of the other 
two men. He probably wouldn't care if the entire city watched. The room 
began spinning and whirling, and at one point she thought she would throw up 
the meal she had eaten, but Blass slapped her face lightly, saying, "Don't 
try to pretend you are sick. Eef you throw up, I weel make you swallow it 
all down again." 

Looking up at him, Phyllis could see the man was very muscular. His chest 
looked like a solid, bronzed wall, and she knew there was no hope of getting 
out of there unscathed. 

"Please ..." she whimpered. "Oh please, please ... don't hurt me." 

"No one wants to hurt you, Senora," Eduardo Blass insisted, hooking his 
fingers in her slacks. "We weesh to enjoy you, and it is my hope you weel 
enjoy what happens to you, too." 

With a quick, deft movement, he slid her pants off, leaving her in her 
flimsy panties, socks, and shoes. Then he leaned forward and playfully began 
nuzzling her white thighs, making her tremble. Phyllis shuddered and shook, 
realizing his kisses were arousing her as surely as if she had wanted this 
to happen right from the start. His lips started just above her dimpled knee 
and worked up, higher and higher, stopping at the elastic of her panty band. 
Phyllis tried fighting it. She didn't want to give this Spanish-speaking 
rapist the satisfaction of knowing, he was making her feel good. 

In spite of her intentions, the young mother couldn't control herself. Her 
body was already sliding from the control of her mind. Phyllis found herself 
moaning as the man's lips continued nibbling in the joint of her thigh, 
where the elastic panty band had been pulled away by his finger so he could 
continue caressing her there. His lips were kissing less than two inches 
from the unguarded furrow of her blistering pussy. His hands slid smoothly, 
slowly over her tautly smooth belly and gripped the upstanding mounds of her 
ripely soft breasts, squeezing with his palms, pinching with his fingers. 
The Latin-American certainly knew the different things needed to build 
arousal even higher in her womanly bosom. 

Phyllis felt her mind reeling. She had been totally unprepared for this 
degradation. And the degradation was what bothered her more than anything 
else. There was no pain. Eduardo Blass certainly seemed to know what he was 
doing. Still, doing this in front of two other avidly watching men, and 
doing it without her permission made the blonde feel as if she were a 
totally rejected human being. It all seemed so sordid, even if his seduction 
was warm and sensuous. His skilled probing continued awakening the sleeping 
needs in her body, and she realized what she had been through with Sam 
Molino had only awakened dormant appetites within her. Now the awakened 
needs were crying out to be fulfilled. 

Phyllis realized her long, white thighs were parting of their own volition, 
even though her mind kept telling them to close. The hot, moist, pink slit 
of her teeming vagina was plainly visible to every male in that room under 
the light gauze of her white panties. 

"Que bonita!" Eduardo whispered, staring between her thighs. "You have there 
a veritable treasure. You should not keep it hidden." 

"Hey, since you're making her spread like that," Barcone interrupted, "Why 
not enjoy a pussy sandwich. I'll bet she tastes real good." 

Twice in one day? This was unbelievable. Phyllis realized a second man was 
now considering pressing his mouth to her vagina, and it made her sorry Sam 
hadn't fucked her. She would have loved the man to have a mouthful of Sam's 
sperm. 

"Hey, make her rub her own pussy, first," Jose Blass said. 

Phyllis shuddered, thinking how degrading the entire idea seemed to be. Yet 
she could feel Eduardo taking her hands and moving them down to her groin. 
And when his hands moved away, Phyllis realized her own hands were still 
moving, as if she was afraid not to do as they said. Her fingers came to 
rest on the gentle mound of her pelvis with its thinly covered blonde 
triangle. 

Terrified to disobey, Phyllis tugged the crotchband of her panties aside and 
began slowly, gently massaging herself with her forefinger. She could feel 
her aroused body responding more and more. 

"No!" Eduardo suddenly decided. "This is my pussy, to do weeth as I please." 
And with surprising gentleness he removed her hand and brushed aside the 
softly curling blonde hair covering her pink vagina, using his thumbs to 
gently spread the moist layers of womanly flesh. He leaned down at the same 
time, and without warning, just as Sam had done, clamped his hungry lips on 
the pearl of Phyllis's clitoris. The blonde's entire body arched off the 
floor, shattered with a searing blast of animal desire burning through her 
loins as the man's lips made their first contact with her naked, defenseless 
cunt. Again, Eduardo began nibbling, only this time it was on Phyllis's 
hole, and it excited the women even more. Her mind was slowly starting to 
shut out the other two men in the room. And then the man's hands were 
slowly, carefully, tearing her crotchband. 

"My God! No!" Phyllis gasped, aware he was preparing to fuck her. 

But her cry was really anguished helplessness, rather than pain or fear. And 
then, as she heard her panties being completely torn, then pulled from her 
body, her wanton hips began to licentious response of their own, grinding 
upward against Eduardo's face as his mouth continued sinking into her vast, 
churning depths. Phyllis felt herself trapped in a soaring, spinning surge 
of thrilling rapture. 

Eduardo's pink tongue snaked all the more deeply into Phyllis's hotly moist 
cunt-tunnel, spreading her white thighs even wider apart. Then he licked up 
and down along the wet gash of her dripping cunt, letting his tongue 
electrically lap her aching clitoris again. One of his hands was far up in 
the shadowy cleft of her whitely trembling asscheeks, his forefinger 
caressing the tightly puckered entrance of her delicate asshole. She 
remembered feeling Sam's finger inside her, and though the shoe-repairman's 
hands were rougher, they felt nicer. Eduardo's other hand was sliding up 
into the warm damp slit of her cunt, and when he reached it, he eased a 
finger inside as his other forefinger pushed gently into her rectum, making 
Phyllis gasp with electric thrills. 

"Aaiiiiieeeee!" she shouted, rubbing her ass back and forth because of the 
pressures inside her. 

"Carramba!" Eduardo Blass exclaimed. "She has the tightest leetle nookie I 
have ever fingered. It weel be a pleasure to pump my prick into her. Ay, que 
chingarra!" 

He yanked his finger from the seething depths of Phyllis's tight muff, then 
used his thumb and forefinger to spread even wider the pink ragged lips of 
her nookie, pushing his nose and mouth all the deeper into her sodden 
trench. His lips moved up and grabbed the penis-like extension of her 
clitoris, pulling and sucking on it. Eduardo's tongue lapped thirstily at 
her wetly aromatic feminine interior, lapping Phyllis's internal juices and 
eagerly and anxiously swallowing them down. The Latin man was relishing the 
delicious, tart feminine taste of her naked vagina against his sucking lips. 

Phyllis's mouth gaped wide as if she would be shouting again, but only a 
hoarse rasp came forth. It was a soulful whine from deep inside her throat. 
The woman was frantically writhing now, quivering at Eduardo's delighting 
touch, comparing it to Sam's, and deciding she liked Sam's much more, even 
if Sam was relatively new to all this. Sam's movements had been natural, 
while this man's were all practiced. But even as she thought this, she 
continued grinding her vagina against his sucking mouth. 

Christ! she thought. I really am an animal. I'm not much better than these 
men. The only difference is, I have to watch out and worry about becoming 
pregnant. If it weren't for that, I'd probably be fucking up and down Utopia 
Avenue. 

Her empty pussy was wild with need, aching to be filled. An insatiable 
passion swept through Phyllis, and she knew her body needed the one thing to 
assuage the strong ache, satisfying the lustful, torturing screams in her 
aching belly. Fires of physical lasciviousness burned in her naked belly, 
and they needed to be quenched. The hard, soothing thrust of a thick penis 
was the only answer, and Eduardo Blass had just that. His cock was almost as 
long and as thick as Bernie's. It would do the job very nicely. Phyllis 
ached for the long, throbbing extension of manhood in her belly. She had to 
have it; to feel its rock-hardness inside her. There was no other way to 
quell this riot of savage passion flaring through her. Her blood burned with 
the need to be fucked, and Phyllis hated herself for giving in to this need. 

Eduardo's strong hands gripped the woman's ankles as he pulled his mouth 
away from her teeming pussy. He twisted her ankles so she had to roll over 
onto her belly. 

"Please to get up on your knees," he told her, and Phyllis, helpless to do 
otherwise, obeyed. 

The blonde woman would have done anything to cool the frenzied anguish 
running through her body. Wanton desire rippled through her quaking vagina 
as skipping stones across a lake cause eddies of rippling water to flow 
outward. Thank goodness the carpeting was thick and soft and cushioned her 
knees. There was a coffee table in front of her, and she reached out and 
gripped it tightly with her hands to keep herself steady. Her round, white, 
naked buttocks waved in front of Eduardo, taunting him as the matador's cape 
taunts a bull. 

At that moment the hotel-room door opened, and Dolores, the redhead, walked 
back in. 

"I forgot my purse ..." she began and then shut up, staring at the way 
Phyllis was on all fours. 

Jose Blass was up and shutting the door instantly, this time locking it. His 
trembling hands all but tore the redhead's clothing off, and Dolores 
stoically accepted what he was doing as her punishment for having 
interrupted at a time like this. 

Jose Blass was stripping off his own clothing, hungry to put his cock to 
use. He was slightly smaller than his older brother, even though he was 
taller. He grabbed the red-haired Dolores and made her straddle a wooden 
chair with arms backward, the chair's arms, and he had her leaning forward 
so her breasts were rubbing against the back of the chair. Dolores felt the 
wood dig into her widespread thighs as her upraised butt pointed toward 
Jose's approaching cock. 

Jose had pointed the chair's back toward the center of the room so both he 
and Dolores could watch what Eduardo was doing with Phyllis. Jose knew the 
sight of what was about to happen to Phyllis would keep the red-haired 
Dolores at fever pitch. It would make up for the dryness in her cunt, which 
Jose hadn't sought to moisten. He wasn't interested in foreplay, like his 
older brother. He had to fuck the redhead's pink pussy, now. It was a matter 
of personal honor as far as he was concerned. He had to pump into Dolores's 
cunt before his brother fucked Phyllis. And Dolores, who had been fucked by 
both brothers previously, understood. So she steeled herself to withstand 
the thrust of Jose's outstanding prong, grateful the penis was shorter and 
slenderer than Eduardo's, about to fuck into Phyllis. 

"Aaaauuugggghhh!" Dolores cried out, her body feeling a mixture of pain and 
exaltation as the hard, glistening pink shaft with the red knob rubbed 
between her asscheeks, then moved lower and roughly eased between the 
wide-open flanges of her vagina. Dolores felt her tender labia being 
wickedly stretched and her arms gripped the back of the chair more tightly 
as she felt the wood bite into her breasts. Little by little, the 
blood-filled head of Jose's cock slowly slipped into the sucking quim of the 
redhead's cunt until it sank completely out of sight. 

Fighting the pain, Dolores gripped the back of the chair even more tightly, 
ramming her hungry cunt back against the younger Blass's hard attack. She 
gasped a loud, "Awwwahhhh!" as the man's thick penis sank its full length 
into her hotly stretched womanly orifice, pushing the soft moist inner walls 
outward like rippling waves as he plunged deep into the open vaginal sheath. 
Jose paused, pulled back, then thrust forward again, shoving his thick, 
fleshy rod into the redhead to the hilt. He crammed his thrusting meat into 
Dolores with such strength, using such fury with his frenetic motions, it 
appeared as if he were using his cock as a knife, trying to slice the 
red-headed woman in half. 

Phyllis, looking back, realized the effect her naked body had had on the 
younger of the Blass brothers. The delicious thrill of seeing Eduardo strip 
her naked ... and the exciting effect of her vagina being cannibalized by 
the older brother had taken its toll on Jose. Though Eduardo had been able 
to keep his own body under control, Jose was totally out of control, and 
even though Dolores was just beginning to enjoy the pumping sensations of 
the younger brother, Jose was unable to contain himself, and he began 
spewing the contents of his balls into the tightness of Dolores's cunt. 
Staccato bursts shot into the redhead, and then the dripping white semen 
fell out in soft plops onto the seat of the chair as her labia continued to 
milk the jism from the younger brother's plunging penis. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Eduardo had paused behind Phyllis's buttocks. He, Joe Barcone, and Phyllis 
stared at the spectacle of Jose rear-fucking Dolores's cunt. To Phyllis's 
mind it was a cruel penalty to pay for having forgotten one's purse. But 
deep inside she knew it probably saved her from extra ravishment, because 
Phyllis was certain the young brother would have tried making her do 
something the moment the older brother was finished with her. This way, all 
she had to contend with was Eduardo Blass. If Joe Barcone had wanted to get 
in on the action, he would have stripped down long ago. She wouldn't have to 
worry about Barcone-today, at any rate. 

But now Phyllis sensed Eduardo again crawling up behind her nakedly 
quivering body, gripping her hips and tilting her buttocks more appetizingly 
up, increasing the acute angle of entry for his cock into her cunt. He was 
going to fuck Phyllis dog-style, just as his brother had fucked Dolores. The 
blonde felt his hand reaching up, still spreading the soft, pliable lips of 
her tight vagina. Turning her head, the young mother could see Eduardo 
looking down at the massively throbbing meat poised an inch from her pink, 
quivering quim. He wanted to enjoy this as much as possible, and so the 
older brother stared at his hard cock as it slowly moved forward. The 
painfully throbbing putz moved closer and closer to the blonde's tight, 
vaginal entrance. 

Dolores, in more anguish than ever because she had received no satisfaction, 
slid from the chair onto the floor. She was moving closer to Eduardo and 
Phyllis, her own sore cunt still dripping the white sperm. She was on her 
knees, but otherwise upright, and she could feel Jose standing beside her, 
his limp cock literally resting on her shoulder, still dripping a few drops 
of semen. One drop trickled down her shoulder onto the upthrust nipple of 
her breast. 

Phyllis felt Eduardo easing forward, putting his weight on her back as his 
eagerly pulsating penis pressed between her thighs. It slowly slipped into 
her tight little nookie, parting the soft blonde pubic fluff. The mighty 
shaft continued forward, and Phyllis could feel the soft, tender, resilient 
folds of her labia shut tightly around the bulbous cock cockhead. The blonde 
woman felt the older brother pause with just the glans inside her, and she 
sighed. Oh God! It had been so long, long. Lord! Too long! Eduardo was 
rocking the albous dome in and out of her, teasing her, intensifying the 
uncontrollable urges in her wriggling, salacious body. 

"Aiee . .. Dios!" Eduardo gasped. "Thees is a tight cunt. I have never felt 
anything so tight!" 

Phyllis gasped, thrilling to way the thick penis pushed her vagina walls 
outward. She could feel her internal self tightly gripping the man's lengthy 
prick, holding onto the knob as if she had gripping fingers inside her. And 
now, even through Eduardo had wanted to wait a little longer and tease a bit 
more, he could feel his cock being slowly pulled deeper and deeper into the 
sucking depths of the woman's seething quim. 

Phyllis felt his rigidly long cock resting in there for several minutes, and 
she realized he only had the meaty plunger halfway into her tight pussy. It 
rested there, nestling like a baby. The man kept rocking his pulsating wang 
back and forth, pushing it in and out of the naked woman's sucking snatch. 
The sight of her on her hands and knees, with her buttocks directly beneath 
him, pressing against his belly, aroused Eduardo all the more. 

Phyllis's cunt seemed to come alive all by itself, and though the cock 
inside wanted to tease some more, her vagina pulled and sucked, throbbing 
and pulsating around the stiff pole, tugging at this invading masculinity, 
desperately attempting to pull the rest of it inside her. 

I'm a shameless whore! Phyllis kept saying to herself. I'm a wanton cunt who 
can't control herself. I need cock more than ever now, and I'm going to let 
this man do as he pleases, because I know it will please me in the long run. 

"Do you like it?" Eduardo asked, breaking into her self-deprecating 
thoughts. 

"What?" she asked. 

"Do you like the feel of my cock in your cunt?" he wanted to know. "If so, I 
would much like to hear you tell me so." 

"Y-Yes," she gasped. "I like it very much." 

"Tell to me you wish I should fuck you, then," the Latin-American man 
insisted. 

"Oh God! God! Please, please, fuck me, fuck me hard! Fuck it all the way 
into me," Phyllis begged, her brain wildly spinning as she heard herself 
utter the coarse words. She couldn't help herself. She needed the cock. She 
really needed it. And she could tell, Eduardo, unlike his brother, would be 
able to hold his sperm back long enough for her to come. 

Her licentious entreaties were all Eduardo Blass needed to encourage him. 
And that was what Phyllis wanted. Nothing mattered other than his 
pleasure-giving cock rammed all the way up into her tight twat. Her cunt was 
starving. It needed a cock more than the man claimed he had needed her. 

"Now!" she screamed, feeling Eduardo snap his hips forward. The long, thick 
cock slid solidly forward, sinking itself all the way into Phyllis's 
creaming snatch. She thrilled to the pressure of his balls slapping between 
her thighs, hitting her labia, drubbing her clitoris. The scream Phyllis 
issued was an animal howl of total pleasure. Long, low moans of anguished 
relief stuttered through the mother's aching body as she felt Eduardo thrust 
with savage strokes, slamming a wild beat into her feminine interior. Each 
in-stroke seemed to ram the man's pulsing peter a bit deeper into the 
enclave of her naked cunt, making her belly shudder and thrill with 
delightful thrills of erotic sensation. 

Phyllis's entire body twisted and wriggled as her hands gripped the coffee 
table in front of her all the more tightly to keep herself from falling 
face-first onto the floor. She jerked in obscene abandon, a soft, low moan 
escaping from her anguished lips. Her face was contorted with primitive lust 
as savage, mad desires ran through the woman's aching body. Heavy beads of 
sweat ran down Phyllis's thighs, then dripped to the carpet beneath, 
mingling with the heavy dripping sweat coming from Eduardo Blass. 

"Harder, harder, harder!" Phyllis begged, her voice a trilling squeal. 
"Shove it into me harder!" 

The tortured blonde was totally mindless of the presence of the two other 
males and the one female watching her and Eduardo. Her movements had Dolores 
completely mesmerized. To Dolores, Phyllis had seemed like one of those 
"nice" women who was inwardly blase about sex, theoretically able to take it 
or leave it. But looking at the way she was responding to Eduardo's cock 
only served to make Dolores hotter. If only that jerk, Jose, had been able 
to keep his cock still long enough to make her happy. Even now she could 
feel the limp caterpillar of Jose's penis still resting on her shoulder. 

"More!" Phyllis screamed. "I need more cock! More! More!" Her gravelly voice 
sounded completely inarticulate. 

Phyllis was unable to believe how lust-driven she had become. She realized 
her lack of cock all these years had turned her into a questing animal, and 
decided never again would she let her inner body starve for the penis it 
needed. She would take Sam up on his offer to let her live with him, though 
she still couldn't picture herself marrying him. She needed some solid 
fucking. 

"You ask for it," Eduardo gasped, "and now you are going to get it." 

Phyllis felt him grab the fleshy curve of her damp pelvis and tug her ass 
back toward his thighs again, causing her to shrilly cry out with lustful 
delight. The blonde woman felt the penile spear sink all the way into her 
seething nest. She could feel the raw, smooth walls of her cunt clench and 
unclench against the shaft of his throbbing spear, sucking strongly on the 
solid flesh. She was leaning forward even more, her body pressing against 
the coffee table, her breasts being cut by the table's edge as her buttocks 
obscenely waved behind her, impaled by Eduardo's plunging cock. Phyllis's 
eyes were wide open, and her nostrils were flaring like those of a wild 
mare. 

Eduardo reached under her and lifted her bodily off the mattress as she 
pushed back hard against his thrusts, forcing every iron-solid inch of his 
pulsating wang deeper and deeper into her womanly belly. 

Jose and Dolores moved closer now, only a few feet away. The thrusting of 
the blonde woman's buttocks was the most deliciously obscene sight either of 
them had seen in a long time. There was something about the way she moved 
that made her appear extra-special. 

Dolores watched the long, glistening shaft of Eduardo's penis slither in and 
out of the naked blonde's tight cunt, stroking through Phyllis's pussylips 
with wild abandon. Dolores could see the older Blass brother stroking the 
full length of himself in and out, tugging Phyllis's reddened flanges out 
like obscene, sucking lips on each backstroke, then making them fold in on 
themselves when he rammed forward. And each time Eduardo pushed forward, the 
sweat-matted flatness of his belly thwacked into Phyllis's asscheeks. 

"Vaya, Eduardo!" Jose yelled. "Give it all to her! Fuck her good," he 
bellowed caught up in the excitement of what was happening. His own 
throbbing penis was starting to grow again as he stood near the naked 
fucking couple, his arm holding the kneeling Dolores's head close to his 
thigh. He wanted to turn her face toward his cock and make her suck it, but 
Dolores, miffed at not being satisfied, refused. If he wanted pleasure, he 
would have to stick his cock back in her cunt. 

"Atta boy, Eddie," Joe Barcone bellowed. "Fuck her good! You can see the way 
she loves it!" 

Phyllis knew she was rapidly nearing her orgasm. 

This would be the big one, the good one, and she wanted it more than ever 
before. She needed it to keep from going out of her mind. Her cunt thrilled 
to the pressure of Eduardo's cock, driving her more and more forward across 
the coffee table. Her nipples were rubbing against the smooth top, tingling 
with thrilled sensation. She was dazed by flashing colors seemingly 
exploding in her brain. Obscene sensation seemed to reach an all-time high 
in her as high-voltage electricity exploded through Phyllis again and again. 

Phyllis realized she was enjoying every bit of it. The harder, the more 
wanton, the more perverted, the more licentious . . . the better. Thrilling 
sensations continued building in her and her buttocks pounded back all the 
more solidly against Eduardo's fucking cock. 

"Uhhhh . . . yesss .. ." she gasped, "Yes .. . yes . .. yes . .. that's what 
I want... that's what I want... more . . . more . . . more . . ." 

Phyllis's wildly gyrating buttocks were swinging madly from side to side 
with savage, uncontrolled passion, tugging Eduardo's cock with her. He had 
to use all his energy to stay with her and keep his cock from popping out of 
her. His hands were holding her pelvis, desperately attempting to keep the 
blonde woman's ass steady so he could pump into it all the more readily. 
Phyllis's cuntlips pulled hard on the Latin-American's cock, making the 
outer flesh wrinkle as the inner steeliness remained sturdy, thrusting into 
her again and again. The strokes seemed to inflame Eduardo's penis even 
more, making it swell all out of proportion as wild, burning blood surged 
through it. 

"Uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhh ... uhhhh . .. uhhhh ..." Phyllis gasped 
with each forward stroke. 

"Going to come . .. going to come... going to come... uhhhh . . . uhhhh . 
.." 

Phyllis felt the moving cock surge through her sensitive cunt all the more 
powerfully, and she realized her orgasm was rising like sound waves, 
becoming more and more intense. Her entire body trembled and shuddered like 
a tuning fork as the thrill suddenly burst through her. 

"EEEYYYAAAIIIGGGHHH!" she screamed, but Eduardo's mighty strokes continued 
plunging into her, unabated. He kept slamming his massive dork into 
Phyllis's body to the hilt, thrilling to the way her sucking cuntlips seemed 
to slurp all over his pounding penis. Phyllis felt the long, hard cock 
strain its full length into her until she could almost feel his balls 
pushing in, as well. He just couldn't sink the cock any further into the 
blonde's aching, coming body. 

Phyllis's body arched, her naked, gleaming white asscheeks waving high in 
the air as she pressed her breasts down against the coffee table for 
leverage. Her voice continued howling unabated, like a banshee gone 
completely out of control as her orgasm refused to abate. Rather than 
subside, Phyllis felt the intense climax in her becoming more and more 
powerful. The impaled blonde mother convulsed and quivered, shuddering as 
her hot, orgasmic juices came pouring out all over the thick penis still 
punching into her. The oils spurted from her oozing cunt, running wetly down 
her smooth, white inner thighs. The oil spurted out so strongly, it coated 
Eduardo's drawn-up balls as he continued pounding his penis into her. She 
was gasping for breath, wondering how long a single orgasm could last. 

Dolores, staring at the gritted teeth between Eduardo's lips, knew the man 
would not be able to hold out much longer. There was pain scrawled all over 
the older brother's face as he gasped and shuddered, his hard fingers now 
biting into the soft, fleshy cheeks of Phyllis's buttocks. His hard, 
thrusting strokes into Phyllis's cunt seemed to become more and more vicious 
as his body moved faster, plunging his cock deeper. 

"Unnhhh ... unnhhh ... unnhhh .. ." he gasped, punctuating every forward 
thrust with a hard slamming of his lips, and Phyllis, sensing he was about 
to come, ground her upturned asscheeks all the more solidly against his 
ramming thighs. His penis was so swollen, it had to either empty its 
contents into her, or simply burst. 

"HHHAAAYYYAAGGHH!" he shouted, and Eduardo's wildly throbbing cock began 
unleashing the boiling load in its aching confines, exploding the fluid into 
the solidly impaled Phyllis, filling her womanly belly with its seething, 
burning torrents of jism, shooting it far, far up into the receptacle of her 
blistering cunt. But to Phyllis the soothing balm only enhanced the power of 
her own orgasm, while bringing yet a second climax on top of the first one. 

"EEEYYYIIIAAHHH!" she screamed, humping her ass back against Eduardo's 
pounding penis, and she clutched the coffee table so tightly she thought the 
pressure of her body would break it. 

Dolores was unable to stand it any longer. She was the only participant in 
the room who had not enjoyed some kind of climax. She rose to her feet and 
literally jumped on Jose Blass, wrapping her thighs around his body. 
Unprepared for her assault, the younger of the Blass brothers staggered back 
until his ass hit the wall. Then, braced against the wall, he stood 
perfectly still until Dolores, who was using one hand around his neck to 
support herself, had inserted his cock into her cunt with her other hand. 
And then she began wildly riding, feeling the wall behind Jose crush against 
her shins. Even so, she wouldn't let go. She needed her orgasm and moments 
later, it came as she bucked and humped her body against the younger Blass. 
Writhing and wriggling, she squirmed all over the cock thrust into her body, 
and she felt his second outpouring of semen into her, letting her know he 
had come again. 

Some ten minutes later, Phyllis, wearing only her slacks and brown cloth 
coat, emerged from the Blass brothers' hotel suite with Dolores and Joe 
Barcone. She knew she should have felt dirty after what had happened to her, 
but she didn't. All she did feel was determined that her sexual abstinence 
had ended. She would go see Sam Molino right away and tell him she had 
changed her mind. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

It was four-thirty in the afternoon when she got to the shoe-repair shop, 
and Phyllis was surprised to find it closed. Sam usually remained open until 
six. No one on Utopia Avenue stayed open after six because of the high crime 
rate in the neighborhood. She hoped nothing had happened to him. 

Going home, she found Kerry sitting at the kitchen table, doing her 
homework. 

"Hey, Mom," the black-haired girl greeted. "Hear about Sam, the shoe-repair 
man?" 

"No," Phyllis admitted. "Did anything happen to him?" 

"I'll say!" Kerry nodded, a big smile on her face. "He's the grand-prize 
winner in the state lottery." 

"What?" Phyllis asked, stunned. 

"Uh-huh! He gets a thousand dollars a week for as long as he lives." 

My God! Phyllis thought, flopping into a nearby chair. And I just turned 
down a proposal of marriage from him. My God! Talk about life being cruel 
and unfair. Here she'd had an opportunity for security, and she had thrown 
it away. Well, she was going to get it back if she had to fuck Sam right on 
top of his shoe-repair machine and let the brushes buff his ass the entire 
time. 

"So that's why his store is closed," Phyllis murmured. 

The small kitchen table was in a corner of the room, and only two chairs 
could be used. The other two chairs were in the living room, helping to make 
up for the lack of furniture in there. Phyllis was sitting in the chair near 
the hallway leading to the living room. Kerry was in the chair near the 
kitchen window. Absently, the girl used her book to kill a courageous 
cockroach that had ventured across the table. Then she took a napkin, wiped 
it off her book, and threw her napkin into the garbage. 

"Boy," Kerry was saying to her mother, "you should see all the women chasing 
Sam." 

"He's a real prize, now," Phyllis commented, grabbing her broom and used the 
handle to tap the blinking fluorescent light in the ceiling. After two taps 
it stopped blinking. 

"I like him," Kerry noted, "even if he looks at me like he wants to eat me 
up all the time. He's a lot of fun. He plays chess, and he knows about 
sports." 

"Since when do you know about sports?" Phyllis asked. 

"Gee, I know a lot about basketball and hockey," Kerry insisted. "Sometimes, 
when I have nothing better to do, I got to Sam's store and sit there and 
talk to him while he works. He's a lot of fun." 

"What else do you do besides talk?" Phyllis asked. 

"Gee, Ma, nothing. Sam's not the kind of guy who would do something someone 
didn't want done." 

"The question is, what is it you don't want done, darling? Most girls, at 
the age of eight, when touched by their fathers, become traumatic and 
scared. It was a good thing I walked in when I did that day, otherwise I 
think you would have given your father the trauma. You were actually looking 
forward to what-he was going to do to you, weren't you?" 

"I dunno." Kerry shrugged, pretending she couldn't remember. 

The truth was, Kerry had been looking forward to it, and she had pouted a 
long time afterward, angry at her mother for interrupting just when Daddy 
was going to put that thick, long penis of his into her tight, tiny pussy. 
In this neighborhood kids grew up fast. Kerry had known the various names 
for the different anatomical parts of both the male and female body ever 
since she was five-years-old. And she wouldn't have been the first girl in 
her school to have been fucked by her father. Half the girls there over the 
age of ten had already been royally screwed by either their daddies, their 
uncles, or their brothers. And the girls always talked about it among 
themselves, and though many felt they had suffered a horrible experience, 
there were those who had enjoyed it so much, they were still fucking. 

Kerry knew Sam Molino was hot for her, and she even teased him a little, but 
saw he had a tremendous amount of self-restraint. She didn't know why, 
because she would have been willing to put out for Sam. But then, she was 
unaware of what was going on between her mother and Sam. 

"I suppose Sam will close his shop, now," Phyllis said. "With that kind of 
money, he won't need to work." 

"Heck, no!" Kerry smiled. "I heard him talking to some TV people who came by 
when it was announced that he was the big winner. He said he'd go crazy 
doing nothing. What he might do is sell this store and open one in a better 
neighborhood." 

Then I'll have to act fast, Phyllis thought. And she would, because after 
what had happened to her earlier, she would never be able to return to where 
she worked. She was already marked as a lay. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

Phyllis had her final paycheck mailed to her along with the extra twenty 
dollars Joe Barcone had promised her for being such a "good" girl. Barcone 
had even phoned her once, trying to date her, but she hung up on him. 

During the next week, Phyllis saw Sam Molino with a dozen different girls, 
eleven of which were streetwalkers. The only other one was a widow who was 
making a play for him, and she was a good-looking woman, too. Phyllis knew 
Sam had forgotten about any promises he might have made in the way of 
marriage ... at least for the moment. He was sowing the wild oats he had 
never shown when younger. But Phyllis also knew she would have to nail the 
man soon, or she would never get him. 

The following Monday Sam's store was open for business, but there were so 
many onlookers and people trying to sell him things, Sam would never have 
been able to talk with her. So Phyllis waited two more days. On Wednesday, 
the furor had quieted down. Phyllis decided to go early in the morning, when 
Sam was alone. The strap on her purse had broken, and she needed it to be 
sewn. 

Wearing blue slacks and a yellow blouse, she pulled on her coat and went to 
Sam's shop. The moment she entered it, she saw the change that had come over 
Sam. Not that he had self-assurance, but he was almost swaggering with false 
pride. Where he had been quiet and unassuming, he was now cocky and 
overconfident. The pendulum had swung the other way, and it would take time 
for it to settle in the middle. 

"Hiya!" he greeted. "Come to see the millionaire?" 

He walked right up to her and put his arms around her and kissed her. She 
knew he was waiting for her to hotly respond, as if all the money he now had 
would make him more attractive. 

"Sam," she said, when he had finished his kiss. "Could you fix my 
pocketbook? The strap has broken." 

"Hey, look," he said, putting her bag on the counter. "What say you and I go 
in the back and have more fun, huh?" 

"Is that the price for fixing my bag?" Phyllis asked. 

"Nan! I'll do that for nothing. But boy, I'd love to fuck you. How about 
it?" 

"You once offered to marry me," She smiled wanly. 

"You too? God! There've been more broads around her looking to hook up with 
me ever since I won that dough." 

"I'm not looking for anything other than to have my handbag repaired," 
Phyllis told him. 

"Hey, what's the matter?" Sam wanted to know. "That last time we had 
together was one terrific time, huh?" 

"It was nice," Phyllis nodded. "What say we repeat it." 

"Sam, I'm not a tramp you can just do things with any time it pleases you," 
Phyllis told him. 

"Then why'd you always turn down my marriage offers?" he asked. 

"Because Kerry and I would have been a financial burden to you," she lied. 
"You could have afforded to take care of yourself with what you earn, but it 
isn't enough for a family." 

"Yeah, well now I can take care of ten families," he snickered. "But I ain't 
ready to settle down." 

"No, of course not. There are too many girls out there who have suddenly 
fallen madly in love with you." 

"Hey, what's the matter with you? You sound like you don't like me anymore." 

"I like you, Sam. I've always like you. You're the one who's lost respect 
for me, treating me like I'm some kind of streetwalker. Sure, I let you 
fondle me, not merely because I couldn't afford to pay you, but because I 
like you. I've never let any of the other merchants around here touch me. 
But I want you to respect me. When you didn't have money, I let you touch me 
because we both got a little comfort from one another. Now, you're just 
looking for a lay. Well my cunt never came cheaply, and it doesn't come 
cheap now. Now that you have the money, if you want me, you'll have to marry 
me." 

"Yeah, sure, you're just like all the others, after my dough. Well to hell 
with that? I can buy a dozen pussies. I don't need yours anymore." 

"You're wrong, Sam. You'll always need mine, because mine will always be 
something special to you." 

"A cunt's a cunt," he snapped, taking her handbag and walking to the rear of 
the shop. 

"I think you're going to find out differently," Phyllis insisted. 

"Sure, sure, that's what all you twats say," Sam snapped, using the leather 
sewing machine to repair the strap on her handbag. "Well I don't need any 
single cunt anymore." 

"No, I guess you don't," Phyllis agreed, taking the bag. 

But as she left the store, Phyllis knew Sam, who could resist one pussy, 
might not be able to resist two. She had an ace up her sleeve; an ace by the 
name of Kerry. 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

For some reason, even though she had the same hot blood as her mother, Kerry 
Arten had never let a member of the male sex so much as touch her. Not that 
she didn't want it to happen, but she couldn't see the percentage in fooling 
around with some guy in school. All he could do would be to make her 
pregnant. She needed that like a hole in the head. Though a lot of men 
admired the young girl's body when she walked by, Kerry gave them no cause 
to feel as if they should be encouraged. Sam Molino was the one make with 
whom she might have done something had he not backed away all the time. 
True, she had never thrown herself at him, but he had always fended off any 
hints she had thrown. 

Kerry was therefore very surprised when her mother said to her, at supper 
that evening, "Kerry, I want you to seduce Sam." 

"Huh?" Kerry asked, surprised. 

"You heard me," Phyllis told her. "We've lived in this roach-haven long 
enough. We have to get out of here, and Sam Molino is our only ticket out. 
You need a father, I need a husband." 

"Yeah, but what about afterward? I mean, suppose your idea works, and Sam 
marries you. If I like doing things with him, does that mean I'll have to 
stop?" 

"You really are a slut underneath it all, aren't you," Phyllis snapped at 
her daughter. "Look, I'm looking for security. If you want to go on fucking 
for your stepfather after I marry him, that's your business." 

"I want to do more than fuck for him." Kerry smiled. 

"I want to join in a nice menage-a-trois .. a three way fuck-fest between 
all of us. I've always wanted to see your techniques, Mom." 

"My God!" Phyllis gasped. "When I was your age such things never occurred to 
me." 

"No." Kerry shrugged. "Daddy told me all about the things that occurred to 
you at my age. The day you walked in and caught us, he was showing me 
exactly how you looked the first time he saw you. Boy, I'll bet that 
would've been something to see." 

"Before you start getting snotty, just remember you were conceived that day 
because of the way your father first saw me. If I had gone straight home 
after church like I should have, I would never have met your father, you 
would never have been born, and I might be living in some suburb in a nice 
little home with a husband and one or two younger kids, both of whom would 
be showing me a little more respect." 

"How much respect can I show you, Mon," Kerry asked, "when you tell me to go 
out and seduce the local shoe-repair man?" 

Phyllis trembled where she sat, knowing her daughter was right. This was the 
first fight they had ever had, and it had been precipitated by Phyllis's 
obscene order to Kerry. 

"We're starving," Phyllis murmured to her daughter. "I had to quit my job, 
and there just aren't any other jobs around. I can't even collect 
unemployment. By next week, what little money we do have will run out, and 
we'll be owing money to a lot of people. And I might have to go out and 
prostitute myself for real. You might, too. Sam likes us. With all those 
other women out there, he knows he can screw around, but each one wants him 
solely for herself, with no intention of sharing him. The two of us together 
have a better chance of snaring him than any one woman. And if we make him 
realize we're both available to him, at least until you find a man of your 
own and get married, I think he'll go for it. And we'll be able to live 
better." 

"I'm sorry, Mon," Kerry murmured. "I didn't mean all those thing I said. I 
guess if you still had your job we wouldn't have to do something like this. 
Heck, like you said, Sam's not a bad guy at all. He'd probably be very easy 
to live with." 

The following day, Phyllis and Kerry waited for Sam to close his store. All 
the women who had hung around him earlier, in the hope of getting some of 
his money, were no longer at the store. Though Sam had spent freely on 
dates, he had given them no money for themselves and the women had become 
quickly disenchanted. So Sam, realizing it was his money they were after, 
resolved to have nothing to do with them. 

Phyllis and Kerry followed as Sam headed for the nearby bar. They waited 
outside while he went in, and forty minutes later they followed as Sam came 
out. Phyllis had no idea where Sam lived, and so the two females had to 
follow him. And two blocks later, they saw him turn into one of the many 
apartment houses off Utipis Avenue. The two females hurried across the 
street and followed him inside. He got into the elevator, so they hurried to 
the stairs. They ran, huffing and puffing as they climbed, stopping at each 
floor to see if Sam was getting off. Finally, on the fourth floor, the 
elevator stopped, and Phyllis and Kerry were just in time to see Sam get out 
and walk through the dingy hallway to the small apartment at the end. Once 
he was inside, Phyllis opened a small satchel she was carrying and took out 
a robe. Kerry was already undressing, stripping down to the buff, but for 
her shoes and socks. Then the tall, limber brunette girl slipped into the 
robe and put her coat on over it. 

"Go?" Phyllis breathed to her daughter, "And don't forget to leave that door 
unlocked." 

Kerry paused while Phyllis dabbed two glycerin drops in her eyes, waiting 
until they ran down her cheeks, looking like tearstains. Then the 
fourteen-year-old girl walked down the dingy hallway to Sam's apartment and 
pressed the door buzzer. 

A few seconds later Sam opened the door and Kerry flung herself into his 
arms, saying, "Sam! Sam, it's awful! I didn't know where to come. I saw you 
walking home and I followed you." 

Sam stumbled back into the apartment with the girl's weight on him. Kerry 
touched the door latch with her fingers, pressing the "unlock" button, and 
then she slammed the door shut. 

"Hey, kid," the astonished man said. "What's going on? What're you doing out 
by yourself this time of the evening? You know it ain't safe." 

"It's Mom," Kerry sobbed. 

"Whatcha talking about?" Sam asked. "You got a nice mom. She's probably the 
nicest woman in the whole area." 

"She lost her job a few days ago," Kerry told him, panting as if she'd been 
running, while he slipped her coat off. She saw the astonishment in his eyes 
when he saw she was wearing a bathrobe and nothing else. He could tell, 
because Kerry's robe flopped open for an instant before she wrapped it 
tightly around herself and tied the sash. 

"C'mon into the kitchen," he told her. "I got one of those coffee machines. 
I'll make you a cup." 

He led her along the narrow hallway with its musty smell into the tiny 
kitchen. There was an old table there with three chairs around it. The 
fourth side of the table was against the kitchen window. There was a 
refrigerator and sink immediately to the left when one entered the kitchen, 
making up the entire left wall. And to the right was a stove, and near the 
stove, a counter. The lighting in the kitchen was dingy yellow, matching the 
crumbling plaster walls. 

"I'm gonna get outta here soon," Sam told her as if apologizing for the 
place. "It takes a little while to fine a nice house and all. Besides, 
moving in alone don't feel good." 

He went to the coffee machine, poured some coffee grounds into the tiny 
drawer, then pushed the drawer back into place. Then he poured water into 
the top, put a coffee pot underneath, and in less than five minutes the pot 
was full. 

Kerry continued dabbing at her eyes, panting as if she had been crying while 
she'd been running, noting the way he was admiring her creamy, girlish 
complexion. Unlike most girls in her school, she had not gone through a 
heavy pimple stage. Because she had always showered and kept herself clean, 
and continually cleansed her face, the excess oils in her body never had a 
chance to be rapped, and as a result, never had a chance to form pimples. 
Kerry could see the man was concerned, and in a way she felt ashamed to help 
her mother trick him. Phyllis had explained it was for Sam's own good, as 
well since he was still easy prey for scavenging females who would taunt him 
into spending his money on them. 

"Hey now, you tell me all about it," Sam insisted, handing her a cup of 
coffee, creamed and sugared. 

"Mother lost her job last week," Kerry said, taking a sip, then putting the 
cup down. "We don't have any money coming in, and Mom can't find another 
job, so she's . . ." 

"What?" Sam wanted to know. 

"She's selling herself," Kerry continued. "She brought the first man home 
tonight, just as I'd finished taking a shower. I'd barely slipped into this 
robe when Mother told me ... " 

"Come on, come on," Sam asked. "What'd she tell you?" 

"She made me put on my shoes and socks, then gave me my coat and told me to 
... walk around for a half-hour." 

"My God!" Sam muttered. "It's come to that between you. Gee! Why didn't she 
come to me? I woulda helped her." 

"Mom's very independent," Kerry explained, sipping more coffee. "She said it 
wasn't right to ask other people for money without offering something in 
return. She said you were too nice a guy to bother with her problems." 

"Aw hell! She knows I kinda like the two of you. I woulda been glad to help. 
This is the second week since I won the lottery. I been stickin' most of the 
money in the bank. I maybe spent a couple hundred, but I got the rest." 

Kerry could see his nose twitching, sniffing the light perfume Phyllis had 
dammed on. She huddled a little to make herself appear even more helpless. 
Kerry continued pretending to shudder as Sam stroked her hair in an effort 
to calm her down. He had pulled a chair over and was sitting next to her, 
and she snuggled against him, as if for protection, letting him feel the 
wonderful, soft curves of her body. 

"Hey, come on. It ain't as bad as all that. Let's go sit in the living room. 
You'll feel better. You'll see." 

He led her into his small, dingy living room, with dust lightly layered all 
over, as if he hadn't had time to do the cleaning. The overstuffed sofa was 
deep and when she sat on it Kerry almost sank in. 

Kerry purposely stretched her body out on the sofa, letting Sam see the 
swell of her breasts against the robe. When she patted her hair, the curve 
of her bosom was slightly altered as her round, firm mounds were lifted up. 
She saw Sam turn his eyes away quickly, but she also saw the pressing bulge 
in his pants and knew the man was hot for her. 

"C'mon," he said, putting his hands in his pockets to try and hide the randy 
swell. "Everything's gonna work out." 

"I ... don't know what to say," she replied, trembling, moving so he could 
sit on the edge of the sofa to hide his erection. 

Kerry reached up and wrapped her arms around Sam as if for protection, and 
she felt him hugging back. The girl pressed her solid breasts into his arm, 
and then when he wrapped his arms around her she pressed her mammary into 
his chest. Her one hand gripped his shoulder tightly, while her other hand 
reached up, cupped the back of his head as her mother had told her to do, 
and then the young girl pulled his face down to hers, shuddering as, for the 
first time, she felt lips touching her own. Kerry liked it, enjoying the 
warm love she could taste on Sam's lips, and she knew he was enjoying it, 
too. He wanted to struggle, she could feel that, but her caressing hand on 
the back of his head kept his lips locked to hers. 

Kerry's eyes were open and she could see Sam staring into them, a wild look 
in his own eyes. The girl felt a little panicky. She had never done this 
with any male before, and now she wanted to stop. But it was already too 
late. Sam had a very, very low boiling point as Phyllis had surmised, and 
Kerry had already reached it. Though Sam had never planned on it, he was 
kissing her as if he were her lover. 

Kerry struggled in his arms, making some small, halfhearted attempt to make 
him release her, but she could feel the beginnings of the raging fire 
already starting to engulf him. The man pressed his mouth to her ear and let 
his tongue lick into the shell-shaped confines, making the orifice tingle. 

"God!" she heard him gasp. "Oh God! I don't know what's happening to me ... 
oh God! Look, kid, maybe you better get outta here . . . right now, or I'll 
do something to you." 

"Then do something to me," Kerry gasped, realizing she meant it. This was 
more than a mere something her mother had dreamed up. The girl realized she 
wanted whatever Sam wanted. 

"You're just a kid," he murmured, kissing her lips again. 

"I'm a big kid," she murmured, burning kisses all over his mouth. "I have 
feelings like a big kid." And to prove what she was saying, she let her hand 
reach around his body and slide between his thighs. He tried clamping his 
legs shut, but before he did, Kerry was able to feel the hard heat of his 
pulsing wang. For the first time in her life the girl had touched a penis 
and it excited and thrilled her beyond measure. 

She was looking into his wondering eyes, curious what a penis looked like. 
She had seen her father's that fateful day her mother had thrown him out of 
the house, but she hadn't had more than a glimpse of it. She wondered if 
Sam's looked like that. Did it have a helmet of flesh, just like her 
daddy's? She wanted to know. Suddenly she wanted to know everything about 
this man. 

Sam's fingers were pulling on the sash of her robe and she let him open it, 
peeling it away to discover her soft, smooth body, naked and fresh 
underneath. The pink and white of her swollen breasts, the gentle curve of 
her young, girlish belly, and the firm ripeness of her hips and thighs ... 
all succeeded in making him lose the self-control he'd had. 

"Hey, kid!" he gasped, standing and staring down at her. "You've turned into 
a fabulous woman." 

He hurriedly tugged off his clothes, not wanting to give himself or the girl 
time to change their minds. 

"You won't tell, will you?" he asked. 

"Gosh, no," she replied. "This'll be our secret." 

He lowered himself onto the sofa beside her. It was an old-fashioned sofa 
and very deep. Kerry could feel his hardened cock pressing against her body 
before she'd had a chance to look at it. Kerry's belly trembled a little as 
she felt the pressure of the penile head against her soft flesh, and her 
head whirled. The room seemed filled with the essence of the man. Everything 
around her smelled, tasted, felt, and even sounded of Sam. Her head was 
pressing into the sofa's cushioned arm, and the girl realized she 
desperately wanted to learn the mysteries of sex. She wanted to find out 
what it was all about. How did it feel to have a man's huge, throbbing 
stiffness fill the aching void of her cunt? 

Was it as good as the girls in school had said? God! She ached to know, and 
this was the man to teach her, because she liked Sam and the nearness of 
him. 

The living room was in almost total darkness. The shades had been drawn, and 
the only light came from the kitchen, down the small hall. She could see the 
old-fashioned furniture all around the place: the overstuffed chairs, the 
antique end tables, the ancient wooden secretary, and the old-fashioned 
throw rugs covering the seedy carpeting. The rugs were antique and were 
Oriental, though it was difficult to see either colors or designs in the 
dimness of the room. 

Kerry's eyes were glued to Sam now, wandering up and down his body as he got 
up again in order to lie in a more comfortable position. Now the girl's eyes 
were glued to the man's pulsing cock, and she was amazed at the size of it. 
She remembered how huge her father's had looked, but she also remembered she 
had been only eight at the time she'd seen it. Six years had passed, and she 
had grown quite a bit, yet the size of Sam's penis was astounding. Getting a 
good look at the bloated lance, the girl wondered how Sam might ever be able 
to fit it inside her. She thought somewhat resentfully of her mother, 
knowing full well Phyllis would have no trouble fitting that penis into her 
own body. In her young mind, she could picture her mother lying under Sam, 
filling her feminine void with the man's huge cock. Well, Kerry was ready to 
experience that feeling herself. 

But first the girl wanted to touch it. She had never felt a bare penis 
before. And since this was Sam's cock, she wanted more than ever to feel it. 
There was no right or wrong about the way the girl felt. All she cared for 
was the enjoyment, and merely thinking about it aroused her that much more. 
She'd never wanted to touch any other male's private parts before. And now 
that she did have the urge, Kerry wanted to enjoy it to the utmost. Her hand 
reached out and gripped the lust-thickened head of the man's heavy cock. 

Anxiously the young girl sat up, her heatedly excited self trembling with 
arousal as she thought about what was going to happen, right here, in Sam's 
living room. Sam could only stand there, staring down at the brazen teenage 
girl, curious to see how far she was willing to go. The girl's hand was 
gripping his throbbing cock like it was worth its weight in platinum, and 
her glistening eyes were pasted to where the swollen, dome-shaped point was 
peering out from under the heavy, protective wrapping of foreskin. 

"Hey ... d'you like it?" Sam asked, not knowing what else to say. 

"Oooooh yes, yes, Sam," the enraptured girl was saying. "It's so... 
wonderful. So truly wonderful. And it's so . . . wow . .. big!" 

Softly, gently, like a mother with an infant babe, Kerry began softly 
stroking up and down on Sam's stiff cock, tugging on the heavy base until 
the bloated purple cock-point seemed to pop out of the surrounding collar of 
foreskin, almost glistening because of the wetness coming from its tip. The 
head seemed to shine in the almost-dark room. 

The massive size of the swollen cock frightened Kerry a little, and she was 
scared of attempting to fit it into her virgin vagina. Yet she had to do 
something or else the entire plan worked out by her mother would be ruined. 

Sitting there, tugging on Sam's cock, staring at the bloated glans, Kerry 
realized it was a scant couple of inches from her lips, and the musky, 
masculine aroma emanating from the man's groin made the penis look like a 
large tasty piece of sugar cane. The tiny droplets of moisture oozing from 
its slit looked like newfound pearls dotting the immense, puffy head, and 
the sight built flames higher in the young girl. Her tiny pink tongue peeked 
out from between her lips, and lingered for an instant. She had the urge to 
lick those tasty-looking drops from the tip of his dong. 

Sam, looking down, saw Kerry's extended tongue, and his mind was already 
racing, wondering if the girl had as good a mouth as her mother. He was in 
such seething heat, it didn't seem the least bit obscene for him to push his 
hips forward and let the moisture on the tip of his cock be wiped off on the 
girl's extended tongue. He was totally unprepared for her mouth moving 
forward, nor did he expect her to close her lips on the seething purple 
point, but that was precisely what Kerry did. 

When the girl closed her mouth, licking the spongy point, the rich, pungent 
taste of his penis seemed to reach down through her entire body. In that 
instant she knew what she was going to do; what she had to do. Boys in 
school used to tease her and other girls with this idea all the time, and 
she would turn away from them in disgust, outraged they should have the 
temerity to even suggest something so awful. But here ... now .. . with Sam 
it seemed like the most wonderfully natural thing in the world to do. 
Without hesitating for an instant, she let her extended tongue circle the 
breadth of Sam's corona, feeling it throb excitedly in her mouth. 

"Oooooh Godddd!" Sam gasped, as if he'd been holding air deep in his lungs 
and now for the first time, it was hissing out of him. "Yessss ... go on ... 
do that ... do that... yesss ... yesssss ... ooooooh ..." 

Opening her mouth wider, sitting forward so she could have better access to 
his deliciously exciting, throbbing length, Kerry let the thick penis slide 
into the hot, wet cave of her sucking mouth as she hooked her hands around 
his hairy buttocks and pulled him closer to her. 

Sam felt as if the top of his head might blow clear off. This was something 
totally unexpected. After fooling around with all those cunts who were 
interested in him only for his money, he was being sucked off by the one 
girl whom he had been secretly crazy about for years. She hadn't come 
looking for money, just comfort. And she was taking comfort by sucking his 
cock. Oh this was really something! Like a slave, she had slid off the sofa 
and was now on her knees while still holding his asscheeks, pulling his body 
close to her face so she could fill her mouth with his pulsating dick. 

Kerry felt the huge, cannon-shaped penis sinking slowly into the wet, creamy 
depths of her hungering mouth. Her lips ovalled strongly around the 
throbbing rod, and her teeth scraped the tender flesh very, very lightly, 
shaping the points of her teeth around the girth of Sam's manhood, building 
a tantalizing mixture of tingling pleasure and agonizing delight in his 
body. 

The girl felt the bulbous prick point pushing into her throat, pressing 
against the soft entrance to hr gullet. Sam always wanted the full length of 
his cock inside, and the fact that this was a younger girl didn't deter him 
in the least. He no longer thought about her as a young girl, but rather as 
a love-object. Kerry was able to suppress the coughing urge she felt, 
gasping for air through her distended nostrils as she pulled the enormous 
invading pole deeper into her mouth, widely stretching her cheeks and lips. 
Straining her neck forward so the taut cords were visible, the girl slavered 
over Sam's hot, thick cock as if she had been doing it all her life. It 
seemed the most natural thing in the world to do. Her eyes were focusing on 
the bushy base of his groin, and she could see the dangling testicles 
beneath, as well. What did those balls feel like? she wondered. Her hands 
rubbed his asscheeks, and then one of them slid from his buttocks and slid 
between his thighs, literally scooping up Sam's balls, caressing the 
bloated, dangling sac. She gently felt the fragile, tender eggs inside, and 
sensed the electricity she was causing to shoot through Sam's body. He was 
so aroused, he almost lost his footing and fell forward on top of her. 

Her hand continued massaging the wrinkly scrotum sac, and her other hand, 
seeing it was no longer necessary to clutch his ass, came around front and 
gripped the last two inches of cock to keep him from strangling her. But as 
Kerry's mouth continued sucking on the desire-lengthened rod, her hand 
pulled and tugged, building the flaming sensations up very high in Sam's 
aching body. Kerry tugged as if she expected to literally yank the man's 
cock out by its roots. 

The girl pushed her bobbing head forward a bit more, and now her tight lips 
were sliding up and down the thick, glistening length of Sam's tool. Her 
pumping hand was in the way, and she removed it, sucking in more of Sam's 
cock, and soon her sucking lips were wrapped around the base, the tip of her 
tongue touching his scrotum for a moment. Then the girl's head pulled back 
until only the onion-shaped tip was between her lips. She used her tongue to 
wash the purple minaret before sliding her lips back down the length of the 
shining staff. She heard Sam groaning and gasping, unable to control 
himself. Her lips sensed his painfully pounding cock swelling to an even 
greater thickness in the last few seconds as if every last centimeter was a 
throbbing center of tender sensitivity with each nerve-ending demanding 
immediate, instant attention. She pulled, sucking and enjoying what she was 
sucking. 

"Oh yeah ..." Sam was gasping. "Oh yeah ... yeah .. . you're as good as your 
mother ... oh yeah . .." 

Her mother. Even as she continued sucking, Kerry heard the words very 
clearly. Her mother had done this with Sam? He was making comparisons, no 
less. Well she'd prove she could out-suck her mother. Not that she condemned 
her mother for having done this, but now it was clear to her why Sam had 
never tried touching her before. He'd had something going with her mother, 
and hadn't wanted to jeopardize it by playing around with the daughter. This 
also meant Sam was getting things from her mother before he'd won the 
lottery. It was no wonder her mother wanted some of the money now. She was 
almost entitled to it. And Kerry would do all in her power to help. 

The girl brushed her tongue along the full length of the long, sticky shaft, 
thrilling to the savory taste of his masculine pungency. When she had the 
full length of it sucked in, with the thick head tickling her esophagus, she 
felt tickling hairs tease her nose as it pressed the base. Her saliva came 
flooding out, covering her hand and the balls her hand held. All this was no 
new to Kerry, and so overwhelming. She loved every bit of it. It was totally 
unlike anything she had ever imagined. 

The girl continued to orally manipulate Sam, squeezing, and jerking, and 
pinching the huge fleshy shaft with her teeth, tongue, and lips, embedding 
the entire staff into her mouth and throat, using her fingers to milk his 
sperm-loaded balls. His hips were pounding back and forth wildly now, and he 
jammed his lust-stiffened penis even deeper into her young throat. 

Sam felt his swollen cock expanding even more, enlarging in the heated 
cavern of the young girl's mouth. His hot, hard, rubbery resilient head kept 
pushing into her gullet, feeling her pharynx tighten around itself, and the 
man thrilled to feel the young girl gulping, swallowing, wanting to pull him 
even deeper into her body. He writhed and moaned in time to her laborious, 
rhythmic sucking as the girl worked delightedly, her face flushed with 
exertion and beaded with sweat. 

Kerry felt fireballs of anxiety build higher and higher in her body. She 
realized something was happening inside her. She, too, had need of some kind 
of satisfaction. Her mother had allowed for this. Kerry was to be alone with 
Sam a full hour and a half before Phyllis began the next phase of their 
joint operation. Phyllis had foreseen Sam's hurried first orgasm and knew 
the man needed some time to recover; to start something new with Kerry. That 
was when she would walk in. 

Kerry heard Sam groaning and sighing, his pelvis bucking insanely against 
her contorted lips, obscenely working to bring him to his salacious 
conclusion. 

"Unnnggghhhh.. . yessss... arrrggghhh... suck it ... suck it ... keep on 
sucking itttt ... suck! Suck! Suck!" 

He was screaming and shouting his pleasure as his hips rammed repeatedly 
against the young girl's tight, clinging lips, battering into her beautiful 
face with absolutely no mercy. 

"Gonna come ..." he gasped. "Oh God! I can feel it. I'm gonna come... oh 
yeah... get ready... get ready . .. here it comes . . . here it comes . .. 
DRINK IT! DRINK ME DRY! SWALLOW, BITCH! SWALLLOWWW ... AAAHHHAAAGGGHHH!" 

The sounds coming from his mouth were almost inhuman. Sam's teeth were 
tightly clenched, and he was gurgling it all out. Kerry felt his swollen, 
enormous wang thrust all the way down her throat, nearly choking her as the 
heavy pulsations in the tube in his penile underside began pumping, forcing 
the jism to rise higher and higher. And then it was geysering out like a hot 
spring into the young girl's sucking mouth. 

"THIS ONE'S ALL FOR YOU, KERRY!" he gasped. "GODDD! THIS IS A DREAM COME 
TRUE!" 

Kerry heard him continuing his wild ranting and raving while flooding her 
gluttonous mouth with the heavy jets of burning male sperm as it continued 
wildly shooting up from the depths of his balls. She felt Sam's hands 
roughly grip her hair, forcing the young girl's face even more tightly 
against his groin as he bucked forward, pressing his pelvis against her 
nose. His actions had totally twisted and contorted her beautiful young 
face. Her cheeks hollowed and bloated, sucking and keeping up with the 
spurting actions of the man's pumping penis. Kerry hungrily accepted all the 
sperm he had to offer, drinking it down, truly enjoying the taste of it. No 
wonder her mother had done this with Sam. 

Sam shuddered, his body going limp, just barely standing, but Kerry 
continued gently prodding his penis with her lips, trying to urge out those 
last few drops of seminal fluid. The penis was softening rapidly, shrinking 
between her lips. She pulled but found there was almost nothing left, and 
eventually gave up, letting the flaccid worm fall back between his thighs as 
her hand released his balls. 

She sat on the sofa and Sam sat beside her, panting, gasping, staring at her 
with wide eyes as if he was still unable to accept whose mouth had really 
tasted his spending jism. 

"Was it good?" Kerry wanted to know, wiping a smear of sperm from her cheek 
and licking it off her hand. 

"It was great!" Sam said, his head back against the sofa. "It was 
unbelievable." 

"Was it as good as my mother?" she asked. 

"Huh? Who said your mother ever did anything like this?" he wanted to know. 

"You did, just now, when I was sucking," she told him. "You told me to suck 
just like my mother." 

"Oh shit! I have such a fucking big mouth. When am I gonna learn to keep it 
shut!" 

"That's all right, Sam." Kerry nodded. "I could understand Mom doing this 
with you. After all, I just did it, didn't I?" 

"Yeah, I guess." 

"Am I as good as my mom?" she insisted, truly curious. 

"All I can tell you is, I like the two of you," he said, smiling. "In the 
last week I been with a lotta broads, and not one of them made me as happy 
as you or your mom. Now you give me a little time to catch my breath, and 
I'm gonna do to you what I did to your mom. And you'll love that." 

 CHAPTER NINE 

Phyllis sat in the lonely hallway of the building, on the stairs, because 
there was nothing else for her to do. Going back to her own apartment would 
have been ridiculous. It was a ten-minute walk, and one did not walk around 
for ten minutes by oneself in this neighborhood, especially if one was a 
female. She ached to listen to what was happening in Sam Molino's apartment, 
but she didn't dare. Twice, someone had gotten off the elevator on this 
floor to go to an apartment. Being in the shadows, she was all but 
invisible, but had she been standing at Sam's door, it would have been an 
entirely different story. She would have been seen. 

Checking her watch, she saw nearly an hour and a half had passed since Kerry 
had gone into the man's apartment. As far as she was concerned, the first 
phase had gone off quite well. Had Kerry not succeeded in seducing Sam, she 
was sure he would have made the girl leave. There was no way he would be 
able to keep himself under control for an hour and a half with a naked 
fourteen-year-old in there. 

Time for the next phase of her plan. She was feeling more confident now. 
This plan would work. 

Going to Sam's door, Phyllis turned the knob. The door was unlocked. Kerry 
had managed that nicely. She quietly entered, pressed the "lock" button, 
then shut the door. The living room was straight ahead, and from where she 
was standing at the far end of the hallway, she could barely see the figures 
of Sam and her daughter, with Kerry's thighs draped over Sam's shoulders as 
the man finished muff-diving on the girl, bringing her to a more than 
satisfactory climax. It was the first one Kerry had ever had performed by a 
tongue, and like her mother, the young girl was determined to enjoy this 
more often. 

It had been almost an hour since Sam Molino had popped his load, and he had 
a brand-new erection. Phyllis could see it. It was now time for Sam Molino 
to start fucking the Arten women. And Phyllis was prepared to sacrifice her 
own cunt, though if Sam wanted Kerry's first, he could have it. 

Putting down the bag she was carrying, Phyllis stripped in the hallway, 
taking everything off. Completely naked, the blonde woman walked into the 
living room where Sam was smiling at Kerry, her juices making his face 
gleam. 

"How was that?" Sam was asking. 

"Terrific," Kerry nodded. "Boy that was really something." 

"Boy," he was saying, "I'd sure like to fuck you, but I'm afraid. I don't 
wanna get you pregnant, or nothing like that." 

"You have my permission," Phyllis said aloud, making her presence known for 
the first time. "I can always show Kerry how to douche. Go on, Sam. You just 
licked out her virgin vagina, now fuck the virginity out of it." 

"Oh Jesus! God! Mrs. Arten, Phyllis, look... I swear ... I didn't mean ..." 

Phyllis saw him standing there in stunned horror. He had been caught with 
his hand in the cookie jar, or to be more precise, with his face in the 
nookie jar. 

"I couldn't go through with it," Phyllis was saying. "I couldn't fuck for a 
total stranger for money. That's not my style. I suppose Kerry told you why 
she ran away." 

"Yeah," Sam nodded. "But how'd you know she was here? How'd you even know 
where I lived?" 

"I saw someone on the street when I went out looking for Kerry. It was a 
neighbor who had been in the bar you came from. I know you came from the bar 
because my neighbor told me he'd seen you in there. He also told me he'd 
seen Kerry running after you while you were walking home. He wasn't sure 
whether or not she'd caught up to you." 

"Yeah, but how'd you know where I live?" Sam asked. 

"You're in the phone book," Phyllis told him. "It was no great problem to 
find your address and apartment number after that. But I wasn't sure Kerry 
was really here. I waited awhile, thinking if she had come here you'd send 
her out and tell her to go home. When she didn't come out, I was almost 
certain she wasn't here until I heard her scream with delight just now. I 
found the door unlocked, so I just walked in." 

All during the explanation, Phyllis noted Sam, despite feeling somewhat 
humiliated, was looking at her body, and his erection was shuddering more 
than ever. Yes, he was still aroused by her nakedness. 

"How come you're all naked?" Sam asked. 

"When I saw you like this with Kerry, I decided I'd rather let you do things 
to her and me, than some total stranger. Right now, I'm kind of down, and I 
was hoping a session with you would pick me up." 

"Oh shit! You gotta be kidding. You mean, you and me and . .." 

"And me!" Kerry finished. 

"God! I don't know what to think. You two're probably the sexiest females I 
know, yet... I dunno . .." 

"What's the matter, Sam?" Phyllis asked, walking into the room. "Does the 
prospect of fucking both a mother and a daughter scare you?" 

She watched his eyes wander over her full, ripe breasts; the breasts he had 
so often fondled, and then his hungry gaze fell to her full-boned hips and 
well-rounded thighs. The golden gloss of her pubic hair seemed to almost 
light up the room with its glitter, and her white skin looked like 
shimmering marble. He stared and the two women could see his prick throbbing 
all the more rapidly. 

Kerry had to admit, her mother was still nicely built, and the girl hoped 
she would still look at nice when she reached her mother's age. Right now, 
she could feel a new heat starting to burn its way into her loins. Even 
after having been satisfied by Sam's tongue, she wanted more. She wanted 
what her mother had planned; for Sam to fuck her girlish body. 

"Did you enjoy yourself with Kerry?" Phyllis asked, a smile still creasing 
her face as she began moving closer, noting Sam was staring with wide eyes, 
not knowing what to think. 

Most mothers would try to tear his hair out for what he had done with Kerry. 
But Phyllis was acting nonchalantly, as if it were fine, as if nothing could 
ever be wrong. Sam couldn't quite figure it all out. 

Kerry tucked her feet under her as she sat back on the deep sofa. She smiled 
at Phyllis, and said, "It was fun, Mom." 

"Which part was fun?" Phyllis asked. 

"Well I have to admit I was wild about the way he lapped my cunt," Kerry 
admitted, "but I loved sucking that big, fat cock of his, as well." 

"Welcome to the ranks of cock-suckers," Phyllis said to her daughter. 

The blonde woman moved closer and closer to Sam, who edged nearer and nearer 
to the couch. She said, "You know, Sam, you have a knack for making us 
happy. I don't think it would be right for Kerry and myself to leave here 
without showing our appreciation." 

"Yes, well, look...." Sam mumbled, as Phyllis's hands rubbed against his 
hairy chest. "You don't have to do nothing more for me. I mean, really . .." 

But his pleas fell on deaf ears. He tried to push her away, but his palms 
covered her naked nipples, and he began rubbing them as Phyllis pressed her 
body all the more solidly into his moving hands. She was pleased to see the 
way he stiffened when Kerry reached down with her hand and stroked his 
swelling cock. There was no way he would be able to draw away from the two 
women. 

"Look!" Kerry said to her mother. "His cock is full-grown. And he really has 
a big one. Was Daddy's this big?" 

"No," Phyllis told her. "Your father never had one like this." 

The blonde woman was playing with the curling strands of hair on Sam's 
chest, rubbing her fingers against his own small nipples, making him squirm 
uncomfortably. 

Phyllis could see the man feared some kind of retribution. He was frightened 
they would try castrating him with their teeth, or some such foolishness. It 
didn't occur to him to be able to play with two females at once; especially 
when they were mother and daughter. 

"Hey, are you broads crazy?" Sam asked, desperately trying to build up the 
willpower to escape from these women. 

Phyllis laughed, and Kerry, who felt her own lust building way up, also 
laughed. Kerry's hands continued fondling his swollen cock and dangling 
balls, while Phyllis kept massaging his small, masculine nipples. His own 
hands still gripped Phyllis's breasts, and when one of Kerry's hands pinched 
his buttocks, he reached back to grab it, only to find the young girl's tit 
filling his palm. He now held one breast from the mother and one from the 
daughter. Each felt equally round and firm. The nipples were swollen, 
cutting into his palms, and it was the most wonderful agony of his life. 

Kerry loved the feel of his hand, but she enjoyed doing things as much as 
having something done to her. So the young girl kneeled on the floor again 
and began licking Sam's ass, biting the flat, hairy cheeks, and letting her 
tongue sink between them. She had felt the way he tongued her anus while 
lapping her pussy, and she was determined to see if ass-licking was fun. She 
tugged Sam's cheeks apart, inserted her tongue, and began lapping at his 
dime-sized asshole. She could feel him trying to clench his asscheeks around 
her tongue, but her massaging hands kept his buttocks relaxed, and there was 
no way he could fight her. 

Phyllis made him release her breast, and she slowly sank to her knees, 
sucking his belly, licking his navel, then moving her head lower and sucking 
his cock. Yes, it was every bit as delicious as it had been that first time, 
and far more enjoyable than the cock of Eduardo Blass, which didn't have 
nearly the length or breadth to match this one. 

The mother and daughter had the man's loins trapped between their mouths, 
licking, lapping, sucking, and making him squirm. He was a long way from 
coming, which was what they wanted. 

Phyllis was surprised at herself, not only instigating this entire thing, 
but actually enjoying sharing of a man with her daughter. 

"Hey, look ... come on, now ..." Sam was saying. "Enough is enough . .." 

"The big question," Phyllis laughed, "is how much is enough? You don't want 
to get away from us, not really. Don't you like us anymore, Sam?" 

"Well yeah, sure, I'm crazy about the two of you. It's just that all this is 
so sudden ... I mean, it never happened to me before. I keep thinking the 
two of you are like the other broads, after me for my money. And you can't 
blame me." 

"Sam, the only reason I refused your offers of marriage before was because I 
felt you couldn't afford to support Kerry and myself. But I'm not after you 
to marry me, now," she lied. "But now that you can afford to support a 
family, I'd love to simply live with you and let you take care of me, like 
you once promised." 

"No strings?" Sam asked. 

"Not one," Phyllis assured him, knowing if she convinced him to allow Kerry 
and her to go with him wherever he moved, in time he'd want to marry her. By 
keeping up the two-pronged attack of herself and her daughter, she had an 
edge no single woman could hope to match. 

"Look, if I go for this, it's gotta be my way," he told her. 

"Whatever you say, Sam." 

"I still go out with other broads, right?" he asked. "If that's what you 
want." Phyllis nodded. "Does that give Kerry and me the right to see other 
men?" 

"Not as long as I'm paying the bills," he insisted. "You two have gotta be 
happy with me." 

"I think we can do it." 

"I get to fuck either or both of you whenever I want, right?" 

"Right," Kerry chimed in. 

"Like right now, I got the urge to pop the kid's cherry," Sam said, smiling, 
as if he expected Phyllis to stop him. 

Under normal circumstances Phyllis and Kerry wouldn't have been in Sam's 
apartment. Phyllis had talked Kerry into coming with the express idea that 
Sam would fuck her. There was no reason for her to back out now. 

Kerry felt his eager hands reach out, anxious to feel her soft, yielding 
flesh enclosed in his arms. His hands gripped the full curvature of the 
girl's hips, and Kerry squealed shrilly, more from surprise than anything 
else. 

"Mom!" she shouted. "He's got me!" 

She sighed to the pressure of his fingers digging into her soft, creamy 
flesh. The tantalizing touch of his hands on her young, virginal body 
exhilarated her. He held her down on the couch for a moment, until he was on 
his feet, then Sam pulled her up, kissing the young girl's lips savagely, 
biting and chewing them. 

"You're mind," he gasped, pulling his mouth away from her. "You and your 
mother are both mine, and I can do whatever I want with the two of you." 

"Yes, yes, yes," Kerry gasped. 

Reaching around, Sam grabbed the girl's asscheeks in his hands. He hoisted 
her up against him, still kissing her, letting his hard cock rub against the 
soft, fuzzy covering of her labia. 

"I'm gonna fuck you," he gasped into her mouth. "I'm gonna fuck you until 
you go crazy." 

Kerry smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, biting his lips and 
kissing his throat, feeling the faint beginning of a beard on his cheek. She 
liked the scratchy sensation. 

The girl felt Sam hoist her higher, and then she realized the man was 
walking, pressing her heated pussy against the hardness of his lower belly. 
He brought her to a hassock at the other end of the living room, and slowly 
sank down until her small, white buttocks rubbed against the old cloth 
covering the hassock. Were it a newer hassock, covered with leather, or 
vinyl, her tender white flesh would have stuck to it. 

The dark-haired girl felt her rounded cheeks pressing into the hassock as 
her head fell back, slamming onto the seat of an overstuffed armchair. 

"Yeah!" she hear Sam say. "Now we're really gonna have ourselves a ball. You 
two girls have always meant something special to me. That's the only reason 
why I'm going, along with this deal. I know the two of you well enough to 
realize you ain't trying to pull a fast one. But if you were any other 
broads, I wouldn't wanna know from you." 

Phyllis walked over to Sam and let her sensitive fingers ripple up and down 
his back, causing him to writhe as he hovered over the body of her precious 
daughter. Looking down at Kerry, Phyllis wondered if she were being selfish, 
actually sacrificing her daughter so she might have some creature comforts 
of her own. But she realized Kerry was one of the reasons why she needed 
security and comfort. Had she been on her own, she would have been able to 
hold out a lot longer. 

She stared at the way Kerry's thighs were widely spread; the girl's buttocks 
pressed flatly against the hassock. She could see her daughter's thighs 
shining in the near-darkness, and the pink tunnel between her thighs, framed 
by ebony hair, seemed to have an unearthly glow about it, as if the 
virginity within had a radiance of its own. 

Phyllis watched as Sam lowered his body onto Kerry's pushing her thighs all 
the more widely apart, straining the cords and muscles in the girl's loins. 
Falling on her knees behind Sam, Phyllis bend down and watched his anxious 
pole seek the tender entrance to the girl's pulsating vagina. His hands were 
busy squeezing Kerry's breasts, and his mouth was kissing the young girl's 
lips. 

"F-f-f-fuck me!" Kerry was gasping, partly from heat, but partly from his 
weight on her. He was heavier than he looked. "Put it in, already." 

"Phyllis!" Sam called out to the mother. "You're down there. You can see 
what's going on. You put my cock into your daughter's virgin cunt. Come on, 
you guide it in so I can fuck her." 

Phyllis, boiling with anxious heat, burning to feel that same cock rummage 
through her own clutching pussy, reached out a trembling hand and gripped 
the man's throbbing stanchion. She tugged on it until she had it in line 
with Kerry's partly opened pink labia, then she began pushing him forward. 

Kerry felt the thick, swollen, knob of the man's massive penis slowly edging 
into her, but when only the very tip had pushed between her labia, she began 
gasping. Her vaginal tunnel was small and tight, and this was one huge log 
of cock. She felt Sam push forward and grunt, but his thick penis couldn't 
seem to open her up. When he shoved again, she felt pain, and screeched, 
"Ouch!" 

"Easy, baby," Phyllis said to her daughter. "I'll help you. Don't worry. 
I'll make it easy for both of you." 

The blonde woman sank way down, moving her head forward and lifting Sam's 
balls out of the way. Her tongue reached out and lightly rimmed her 
daughter's vaginal trough, tickling the muscles, relaxing the vulva, making 
the girl calm down. Phyllis stabbed her tongue out a bit further, licking a 
bit deeper into the flushed sanctuary of her daughter's sodden enclosure. 

Kerry trembled, realizing it was her mother's tongue she felt between her 
thighs. The woman licked her with a knowledge no man could have. Only a 
woman, possessing a vagina, knowing how a tongue felt inside, could 
understand the right amount of pressure to use when lapping away. As her 
mother's tongue sank deeper and deeper into her fermenting pussy, Kerry 
thrashed under Sam's weight. Lord! Her mother had a mouth equal to that of 
Sam. 

"Okay," Phyllis told him, easing away from their genitals, stopping only 
once to lick Sam's cock and make it nice and wet. "Now it's up to you." 

Standing up, Phyllis watched, seeing the way Sam's eyes seemed to burn into 
her daughter's body. His hands ran back and caressed the young girl's hips, 
rubbing her outer loins and letting her know he wasn't intent on causing 
pain. 

Phyllis had to admit Kerry had developed nicely. She'd never seen another 
female figure as sultry and prurient in appearance as that of her daughter, 
lying with her buttocks on the hassock and her head and shoulders on the 
overstuffed armchair. And she could tell Sam was aroused as well. When she 
had licked his long, thick cock it had trembled in anticipation, and now she 
could hear the man's breath breaking into rattling sobs. He wanted to fuck 
Kerry more than anything else on earth. Phyllis's passionate brown eyes 
remained fixed on Sam's steel-hard penis, but without looking at his face 
she could sense the impatience in the man. 

Sam could hesitate no longer. Kerry could see he was overcome with desire 
for her. There had been a multitude of questions in Sam's eyes, as to why 
Phyllis was allowing him to do this with Kerry, but it had come a point 
where he no longer cared. The young, brunette daughter could see his lust 
had taken such complete control of him, all he really cared, about was 
breaking her cherry. The raging fire in Sam's loins had communicated itself 
to Kerry, and she knew the only way for the flames to be put out was for the 
man to hose her insides with the sperm from his swollen, massive cock. 

Phyllis shut her eyes for a moment, not wanting to look. Her daughter was 
about to be deflowered, and she, the mother, was the cause of it all. But 
this was needed in order for both mother and daughter to survive. Her 
wanton, seductive actions had worked. The provocativeness of a blonde mother 
and a brunette daughter would be enough to keep Sam interested in the both 
of them for a long time to come. If Phyllis felt any shame at all, it was in 
what she was doing to Sam rather than her daughter. She had made him cast 
aside all self-control, bringing out the rutting instincts of a stallion. 

Phyllis watched as Sam once again used his knees to press Kerry's white 
thighs far apart. Kerry shivered as she felt the erect hardness of Sam's 
penis come into warm, insinuating contact with soft, tender, inner flesh of 
her velvety pink labia. 

"Ma!" Kerry gasped, suddenly afraid now that she knew the moment had 
definitely arrived. "I'm scared!" And she writhed a bit, trying to get out 
of Sam's clutches. But she had no support under her back and couldn't build 
any leverage to help her slide out from beneath the enraptured man. 

"Kerry, stay still," Phyllis breathed. "Don't move, don't struggle." The 
mother opened her eyes and stared, not wanting to miss anything now. Blood 
pounded in her own temples as she recalled her own defloration, and though 
she remembered it as being painful, she also recalled how wonderful the 
finale had been. She was depending on Sam's being able to hold his sperm 
back long enough to give Kerry an equally good finish. 

Kerry sobbed a little, wondering if her mother had gone completely mad. Now 
more than ever, she felt like a sacrificial lamb on the altar of lust. She 
felt cold shivers running up and down her spine. The girl knew what Sam was 
going to do, and it made her squirm and twist her buttocks against the 
hassock. But it was plain her pitiful attempts only aroused Sam's hunger 
even more. 

"Now you stay still," he ordered, not in a harsh voice, but insistently. 

For some reason, the sound of his voice made Kerry calm down a little. She 
could feel his fingers traveling up and down her shivering spine, touching 
the part of her buttocks not squeezed against the hassock. His fingers 
rippled against her underthighs, lifting them as if in lewd offering to his 
cock, which she felt pressing between her vaginal lips again. The head 
dipped down and missed her vaginal entryway completely, sliding between her 
asscheeks, rubbing between her sphincter and the hassock, below. Kerry 
clenched the cheeks of her ass together, and for a moment formed a tunnel 
for the man's insistent cock. 

Phyllis saw the man pressing his thighs closer to the upraised flesh of her 
daughter's underthighs. 

"Again!" Sam insisted to Phyllis. "Grab my cock and put it into your 
daughter. And this time make sure it goes in. No more playing games." 

Kneeling, Phyllis grabbed his penis, poising the throbbing, bulbous head at 
the tight little entrance to Kerry's pussy. Unable to help herself, she felt 
lust shoot rampantly through her body as the phallus pressed between the 
tiny, moist edges of the teenaged girl's pink, fluted nether lips. Phyllis 
pushed the cock and she watched the purple tip push until it was halfway 
between Kerry's tight cuntlips. The tiny, narrow labia contracted again, but 
this time the phallic head was between them, keeping the lips stretched 
open. 

Staring at the tight grip Kerry's labia had on Sam's hot penis, the thought 
flickered through the mother's head that her daughter's narrow orifice was 
too small. Sam would never be able to get that massive penis into the girl. 
But she watched him thrust hard, and the penile head moved a fraction of an 
inch deeper. She could see the man was intent on fucking Kerry. 

Slowly, little by little, Sam parted the girl's dark, crisp pubic hair, 
using the rubbery, inflexible head of his penis as the driving separator. 
Phyllis could see the hard cock worming its way deeper and deeper, watching 
as the soft, warm folds of her daughter's tender pussy closed in on the cap 
of Sam's aching member. Now the scalloped edges of the inner lips enfolded 
the man's corona, and the searing contact was all the incentive Sam needed 
to drive his cock even deeper. 

Kerry couldn't understand why she felt this way. When she had been alone 
with Sam, there had been no fear, and she had expected to be deflowered at 
one point or another. Now, with her mother looking on, she felt frightened, 
terrified. Yes, that was it. The presence of her mother had unnerved her. 
For all her bragging about wanting to play threesomes with her mother, Kerry 
realized she wanted to be alone with Sam. Sex was a more intimate thing than 
she had imagined ... at least in her own mind. With Phyllis looking on Kerry 
fear and apprehension, sensing the mushrooming desire in Sam, realizing her 
mother's presence had just the opposite effect on him. Her naked flesh was 
trembling with fear at the contact of what she believed was now an alien 
hardness against the tenderest part of her body. 

"Ma ... no!" Kerry gasped. "No! Don't let it happen!" 

Phyllis felt her heart go out to the girl, but she had to remain firm in 
this. Kerry's defloration was eventual security. But even if she would have 
changed her mind, Phyllis would have been too late. Before the blonde woman 
had time to voice her thoughts, she saw Sam lunge forward. 

Kerry felt the hot mouth of her narrow cunt finally yield to the man's 
driving, relentless pressure. 

"Owwwww!" she screamed. "It hurts! It hurts! Mother! It hurts so much!" 

The young girl felt her thighs and buttocks swept apart by the crushing 
force of Sam's powerful penile entry. The teenager's body shook and trembled 
under the assault as Sam's grinding implement tunneled mercilessly into 
Kerry's tender cunt. He chugged right through the girl's cherry, snapping it 
as if it were no more than a string of mucous. 

Phyllis had her eyes locked on the delightfully cruel impalement of her 
daughter. She ran the pink tip of her tongue over her full lips as she saw 
more and more of Sam's solid cock disappear into the sucking cave of her 
daughter's body. It moved deeper and faster, and finally the entire cock was 
totally swallowed up in young Kerry's tight cunt. Sam's dark, curly hair 
mingled with the ebony fuzz on Kerry's mound. 

"That's it!" Phyllis gasped, her voice choked with desire, wishing the cock 
had rammed into her own body instead. 

The blonde woman was sorry Kerry had been so afraid, and deep down she knew 
it didn't hurt her daughter nearly as much as it had hurt her when she had 
been Kerry's age. But this was all for the best. Among other things, Kerry 
would never have to worry about this kind of pain again. Sam had been much 
better about deflowering her daughter than Bernie had been about raping her 
own cunt. 

Phyllis watched Sam ease the hard length of flesh slowly back and out of her 
daughter's tight, closing cuntal passage. Kerry took after her in the 
respect of being internally tight. That much was obvious. And if Sam were 
built like a bull elephant he would never be able to stretch the girl or the 
mother so much that either would not be able to enjoy a narrow penis, or 
even a finger. 

Kerry felt her vaginal walls close around the in-thrust cock like a tight 
vise of flesh. She could sense the throbbing in Sam's penis, and for a 
moment she feared he might come too quickly, before her pain had completely 
worn away and the thrilling orgasm surged through her body. Sheer excitement 
might cause Sam to suddenly pop his load. 

Kerry felt the man surging forward again, moving more slowly this time, 
repositioning the girl's asscheeks on the hassock for a slightly better 
entry. He lifted Kerry's ass up for a moment, and Phyllis grabbed a cushion 
from the couch and slipped it underneath. The lifting of Kerry's body made 
it easier for both of them. 

The teenager could feel wild palpitations suddenly surging through her 
tight, stretched vaginal walls, and this, in turn, set off vibrations in 
Sam's cock, making it swell to even greater dimensions. Kerry could feel the 
vacillation and became a little apprehensive. This, in turn, seemed to 
arouse the man all the more, and he began fucking in and out of the girl's 
gradually easing interior with long, powerful, savage strokes. His slapping 
balls made a wet, noisy, smacking sound as they slammed against the young 
girl's upturned asscheeks, alternating with the sloshing sounds of the heavy 
penis moving in and out of the simmering vaginal channel. His fingers 
kneaded and squeezed the girl's breasts, pinching and pulling Kerry's 
nipples, causing the teenager to gasp. Kerry saw the bright, burning light 
in the man's eyes, and realized he was enjoying the thrill of a lifetime, 
fucking her. The fact that he'd enjoyed doing things with her made Kerry 
lose her fear. She was past all pain now as the soreness in her tender 
snatch slowly began easing away. New, thrilling, jubilant sensations flooded 
her body. Sam's incessant thrusting into her created a wild, rhythmic tempo 
in her, making her wriggle against the hassock, raising the girl's buffeted 
pussy against the man's crotch so she could feel more of the pulsing peter 
drive into her vagina. He rammed her loins up high, feeling his hot, hard 
knob slam against Kerry's tender cervix. Then she lowered her ass, feeling 
the pulsing pole slide almost all the way out of her, stopping only when the 
swollen knob was lodged between her inner lips. 

"More!" Kerry shrieked. "Yes! Yes! I want more! Slam it in, Sam. Go! Go! Go! 
Ram it in! Fuck me! Ohhhh ... this is heaven ... this is wonderfulllll..." 

Tendrils of exquisite delight came seeping up from her soft, squishy cunt, 
moving through the rest of Kerry's body. The sensations were even stronger 
than when Sam had tongued her clitoris. She could feel the man's presence 
throughout her body. 

Phyllis smiled, happy to hear her daughter's ecstatic moans and sighs. She 
had known Kerry would soon be feeling the same wonderful sensations she had 
felt the first time Bernie had fucked her. She was happy for her daughter's 
sake. 

Kerry was overjoyed. In her conversation with Sam, between the time she had 
blown him and he had gone down on her, she had learned Sam had yet to fuck 
her mother. He was screwing her first. In a way it thrilled the young girl. 
To think Sam was pounding his cock in her cunt before he had screwed her 
darling mother, who had thought up this idea in the first place. 

Phyllis stared longingly at the way Sam's penis buried and reburied itself 
in the hot tightness of her daughter's narrow, fleece-lined cunt. The blonde 
woman felt a greedy hunger inside her as she watched the thick shaft pumping 
in and out of the lubricated, pink vestibule, and her own hips began 
rotating in sympathy with what she was seeing. 

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Sam was yelling. "Thatta girl, thatta girl! You're 
better than any of those two-bit tramps. God! You're great, you're terrific! 
You're fabulous!" 

Sam continued laboring over the teenage pussy, feeling the thrilling way she 
was responding. Through the smoky dimness of the lust building inside him, 
he saw Phyllis standing nearby. Hell! The blonde mother was his, too. He 
could use her as he pleased. 

Turning to face her, Sam said, "Phyllis, you get down there and lick my cock 
each time it slides outta your girl's cunt, dig me? Do it, now!" 

Phyllis was anxious to obey. She was hungry to get in on this, even if it 
meant the delaying of her own pleasure for a little while. The hassock had 
been pushed up by the constant fucking of Sam into Kerry, and now it was 
under the young girl's back, with their loins hanging over the edge of it. 
This made it easier for Phyllis to slide underneath and start licking Sam's 
thrusting cock each time it slid out of Kerry's flaming kiln. 

Kerry felt her mother's heated breath on her vaginal lips and began humping 
up and down even faster. The hassock was pressed against the base of the 
armchair and couldn't move anymore, which meant it would remain under her 
back. She wrapped her thighs around Sam's waist to make things easier, and 
it also made it easier for Phyllis to lick Sam's cock, and suck the man's 
balls. Phyllis took the dangling sac between her lips and sucked strongly, 
feeling every wrinkle in the hot flesh. Her tongue washed the heavy flesh 
again and again, and the result was Sam's buffeting the tender cunt of the 
young teenage girl all the harder. 

"Suck it, Phyllis-baby..." Sam screamed. "Ohhhhh yesss . . . yessss . .. 
that's what I like. Oh God! There's nothing like two women at once, 
especially two women who really mean something." 

Phyllis heard his screams and her heart began pounding in her chest all the 
faster. Everything was working out perfectly. She was hearing Sam admit 
Kerry and herself meant more to him than a mere lay. Little by little she 
would begin to gain control of the man. Sooner or later she would have that 
needed security on a permanent basis. 

Kerry felt the man's pillaging member lunge into the abused tightness of her 
tender body. Her thighs were wrapped so tightly around the poor man's body, 
she could feel his ribs starting to give. If she squeezed a little harder, 
the ribs would crack. 

Oh God! the young girl thought. Oh God! This is really heaven. This is 
wonderful! 

She felt his solid member slam into her tender box with even greater speed, 
and the girl wondered if Sam was ready to come. It seemed the most natural 
thing in the world for the man to reach his apex because Kerry was reaching 
hers. She first realized the climax was hitting her when it literally rolled 
over her and her hot cunt tightened, making the movement of the man's cock 
in her teenage cunt squeak each time it rubbed back and forth. And then she 
was violently gyrating, feeling her mother's tongue lick her penis-filled 
vagina, rimming the outer lips. Floods of vaporous warmth steamed through 
the young girl as she tightened her entire body, squeezing her thighs even 
more tightly around Sam's body. 

"Uhhhh ..." she gasped. "AAANNNGGGHHH ... UUURRRGGGHHH . . . EEEEYYYYAAAA- 
GGGGHHHH ... HARRRRGGGGHHHH ... UNN-NGGGHHH . .." 

Phyllis could sense the constriction in her daughter's cunt and knew the 
girl was coming. Sam was grunting and groaning too, but it was because of 
the pressure of Kerry's thighs around his body rather than a rising orgasm. 
Her tongue could feel the swell of his balls and she knew he wasn't ready to 
come; not just yet. The first time she had blown Sam, she remembered the way 
his balls had leaped to the top of his scrotum just as he was about to 
shoot. 

He continued humping wildly into Kerry's seething pussy as the girl bounced 
around, groaning out her internal enjoyment of it all. 

"No more!" Kerry screamed, oversensitive. "I can't take it." 

Her legs unwrapped from around Sam's body and she fell to the floor, pulling 
her young cunt from around his cock. And Sam grabbed Phyllis, threw her to 
the carpet, and fucked into her. 

Sam's long, thick meat crammed its full length into Phyllis's deep cunt in a 
single stroke. The pussy's fleshy lips separated and anxiously grabbed the 
long, strong root of his penetrating muscle. The insides of the blonde 
woman's flesh cave gripped Sam's cock as tightly as any elastic band, 
pulling it deeper and deeper. 

"Fuck me as you did my daughter," Phyllis told Sam-. "Fuck me hard, very 
hard." 

With a smile, the twenty-four-year-old man pounded into the older woman's 
tight twat, and Phyllis could see he was glistening with pride; feeling 
really wanted and needed for the first time in his life. She felt the man's 
thick dork almost cutting through her belly he was cramming it into her with 
such verve. 

"Uuuuunnnnhhhhh!" she gasped, "Ohhhh Goddddd! That's so good ... so good . . 
." thrilling to the thickness of his meatpole as it continued sliding in and 
out of her. Her hot, slimy juices kept the thrusting cock so 
well-lubricated, there was almost no friction. Christ! She was wet, very 
wet! The sight of what Sam had done to Kerry had roused the bubbling juices 
inside her, and she was gushing, totally out of control. Phyllis felt Sam's 
cock literally slop in and out of her tight hole, humping her faster and 
harder then he had fucked her daughter. His hard, muscular stomach, flatly 
slapping against her soft belly made loud, cracking noises in the room as 
Phyllis wailed with thrilling wonder. Sam's cock felt thicker than that of 
Eduardo Blass' and her ex-husband's, combined. 

"Fuck!" Phyllis screamed. "Fuck me harder, Sam. I'm no virgin. You don't 
have to be delicate with me. Fuck ... fuck ... fuck . . and don't stop 
fucking!" 

Kerry, now sitting upright in the armchair where her head had been resting 
earlier, stared, watching her mother's ass bounce wildly on the floor as 
Phyllis dug her heels into the rug beneath and raised and lowered her body. 
The young, teenage brunette was astounded at the way her mother responded to 
Sam's poling prick. The girl had believed her own body to respond perfectly 
despite her never having been fucked before. But watching her mother, Kerry 
had to admit there were things only time and experience could teach. Her 
mother's asscheeks looked like a halved basketball that was being dribbled 
up and down against the floor at lightning speed. It was incredible. 

"I've .. uhhh ... been ... waiting for this for ... ooooh ... so 
lonnnggggguuuhhhhh..." Sam gasped. 

"Goddddd! All those other twats don't mean nothing. I've been dying for 
you," he gasped to Phyllis. "You and ... oooooh ... Kerrrrryyyyyy ... unnhhh 
..." 

"Then fuck me like ... ahhhh ... you mean it..." Phyllis gasped. 

Her hands reached around behind his butt and grabbed tight, yanking his 
solid ass down between her bucking thighs. The blonde woman thrilled to the 
steaming flesh blistering through her body, sighing, "Yessss ... uhhhh ... 
Sammmm .. . uhhh . .. that's the way ... that's the way ... ooooh .. good 
and harddduuuhhhhh ..." 

Phyllis felt the man's cock swelling inside her, enlarging, bloating, 
filling her tight cunt even more wonderfully. He was on the verge of an 
orgasm. She could feel it. And her own was not too far away. Even if he came 
first, hers would be so close behind she would be able to keep the entire 
length of his hot hog locked into her until she achieved her own orgasm. 

Her entire body began shuddering as the interior of her vagina gripped all 
the more tightly. Phyllis could feel the massive climax welling up inside 
her, and she no longer had time for thought. 

Kerry watched her mother and Sam roll all over the floor, bouncing wildly 
from one end of the room to the other, stopping only when Phyllis's head was 
pressing against a chair leg. Even so, their maniacal, rhythmic fucking 
continued without the loss of a single stroke. 

"AAAIIIEEEEE . . . YYYAAAGGGHHH ... AAARRGGGHHH..." Phyllis screamed, 
digging her nails into Sam's back as her rapid-fire buttocks wildly bounced 
to the tattoo his beating cock had set. Flames of rapture tore through her, 
and she felt like a dragon breathing fire as she opened her mouth and 
bellowed again, letting her daughter know the full extent of her enjoyment. 

Kerry stared, and after having had an orgasm of her own, was able to 
appreciate how much more intense was the wonderful climax her mother was 
enjoying. The young girl supposed that the more one was fucked, the more 
deeply one felt one's conclusions. 

"AAAAWWW AAAUUUGGGHHHHH!" Sam bellowed, and released his liquid pudding into 
Phyllis's searing depths. 

Feeling his cock milked this way by two such fabulous females was too much 
for the man. Even as he finished shooting his load into Phyllis, feeling the 
blonde mother slide off his shrinking cock and lick his groin clean, he 
blacked out from the thrills. 

 CHAPTER TEN 

During the next week, Phyllis knew enough to keep her mouth shut while Sam 
made all the arrangements for the new home to which they would move. It was 
what was known as a mother-daughter-type home in the nearby suburbs. Though 
a two-family home, a door connected the upstairs rooms to the downstairs, 
letting people in one part of the house go to the other part without having 
to go outside. It had been Sam's idea for all of them to live in the 
downstairs part of the house while he used the upstairs part to play around. 
Also, with the mother and daughter living downstairs, and himself supposedly 
living upstairs, he didn't have to claim he was married to the woman living 
in the same house with him. 

When the time came to move in, Phyllis, at Sam's insistence, left everything 
in her apartment behind. He didn't want to risk bringing roaches into the 
new home. He purchased new furniture, and even bought Phyllis and Kerry 
entirely new wardrobes. Sam told them whatever he bought for them, including 
the new furniture, was theirs to keep, even if there should be a parting of 
the ways later on. 

On the outside, the house was a red-brick-fronted place with a 
white-shingled roof. It had an attached two-car garage, but the garage 
remained empty at present, because Sam had not yet bought a car. Neither 
Phyllis nor Kerry knew how to drive. 

Except for one bedroom, the upstairs apartment remained unfurnished. Phyllis 
knew Sam was saving that room to dally with any other females he might feel 
like bringing home. 

Every room downstairs, except for the bathrooms, had rose-red carpeting. The 
living room was furnished in walnut Danish-modern, the dining room was 
antique-white Spanish provincial, and the three bedrooms were all in 
mahogany contemporary. 

For the next three months, everything seemed to go along smoothly. Though 
Sam continued to maintain a facade of independence from Phyllis and her 
daughter, he had yet to bring a woman to the upstairs apartment. Each night 
they both delighted him again and again with their bodies. Sam never seemed 
to tire of them. Luckily, their menstrual periods never coincided, so one of 
them was always available to keep Sam happy when the other was temporarily 
indisposed. 

The suburb in which they lived was a relatively new community with new homes 
going up all around them. There were all kinds of factories on the outskirts 
of the neighborhood, but the factory workers lived on the other side of 
town. The owners and managers lived near the home where Phyllis and her 
daughter had settled with Sam. 

One of the owners of a lingerie factory lived near Phyllis, and he 
entertained clients in his home from time to time. And two of his clients 
happened to be the Blass brothers, both of whom came to spend a Sunday with 
him. And though Phyllis didn't see them, they happened to see her. She and 
Sam were on their way to a movie. The Blass brothers saw her getting into a 
car with Sam, while Kerry stood at the curb to see them off. It was early 
spring, and Kerry was wearing a tan sweater over a white blouse and green 
slacks, but everything seemed to fit so tight, the brothers couldn't help 
but notice how voluptuous the young girl looked. 

Nor could they miss the girl's movements as she walked back to the house. 
They had seen Phyllis move the same way, and came to the conclusion there 
was a relationship between the two women. And if one woman was a puta, a 
whore, it followed the other was probably one as well. 

Kerry, totally unaware she was being observed, grabbed a book and went out 
into the backyard. The high wooden fence around the house was to insure 
privacy, and though it was cool outside, Kerry decided she preferred it to 
being cooped up. The temperature was already in the high fifties and felt as 
if it would go higher. 

The brunette girl had barely started reading her book, a murder mystery, 
when the gate opened and two bronzed, Latin looking men walked in. The 
taller one shut the gate behind him and locked it, and Kerry stared at them 
as they walked across the freshly seeded earth to where she was sitting, in 
an outdoor chaise. Both men wore tan, expensive suits, and glasses. 

"Oye, chica," the shorter one said to her, "we are friends of the blonde 
woman who has just left here." 

"My mother?" Kerry asked, putting the book down on the small wooden table 
next to her chaise. 

"Ah, si, this is the daughter," the taller man said. 

"Who are you two?" Kerry wanted to know, feeling very uneasy. 

"We are the Blass brothers," Eduardo told her. "We met with your mother 
under most enjoyable circumstances." 

"I don't know what you're talking about," Kerry said, "but you have no right 
to come walking in here just like this. If you don't leave right away, I'll 
scream." 

"Ay, chica," Jose, the tall, younger brother said, walking over to where she 
was still sitting. "You weel not scream. Eef you do, I weel have to cut your 
thoat weeth thees knife." 

He pulled out a pocket knife and opened a four-inch blade. The sight of it 
made Kerry freeze with fear. 

"We were visiting in the neighborhood," Eduardo explained, sliding his 
jacket off and hanging it on the back of one of two other lawn chairs. "Our 
host had to go to the station to pick up another client, and he weel not be 
back for almost an hour. So my brother and I wish to amuse ourselves. We 
weel do so with you. We weel fuck you as I fucked your mother." 

"My mother never had anything to do with you," Kerry snapped. 

"Si, she did," Jose insisted, removing his jacket. "In fact, when we went to 
find her again, we were told she had left her job because of what happened 
weeth us. Que lastima! What a shame! She was the best fuck my brother ever 
had. And I wanted to try her out." 

Kerry understood, now. Her mother's former employer had forced her to put 
out for the shorter brother, and since she resented being used like a whore, 
Phyllis quit. 

"If you touch me, I'll tell everyone who you are," Kerry threatened. 

"So tell." Jose laughed. "We weel be long gone by then. Be smart, do not try 
to make us mad. Do as we weesh, and we weel go away, after." 

Eduardo, the shorter brother, tugged Kerry to her feet and Jose came over 
and, with his knife, carefully, slowly, almost delicately began cutting her 
clothing away. He sliced her sweater up the middle from the rear, and as 
Kerry struggled, the sweater came off. Then, the knife sliced through the 
girl's blouse, and she shuddered, terrified the man would cut her. He cut 
slowly, smiling at her, and the young, brunette girl gasped. When the blouse 
fell away, he slit her pants down the rear from waistband to crotch, then up 
between her thighs to the waistband in front. Eduardo tore the pant legs 
from her body, and Kerry stood there, shivering in front of the two men 
wearing her shoes, socks, panties, and bra. She saw the way the brothers 
hungrily stared at her, and would have crossed her arms in front of her body 
to hide herself had Jose not continued waving the knife. And then Eduardo 
reached out and her bra and panties were torn from her shivering body. 

"No," Kerry gasped softly, "no, I won't let you do it." 

"Carramba." Jose laughed. "Stop behaving as eef we are trying to hurt you. 
We only weesh to give you pleasure. Since you are the daughter of the blonde 
puta, by now you mus' no longer be a virgin. Thees ees good. Eef you were a 
virgin, we would hurt you." 

"I won't do anything," the girl told them as Eduardo continued fondling her 
breasts. "You can't make me." 

"We can make you," Eduardo insisted. "You know it. We have come for your 
sweet conio, your cunt. That is what we will have. Make things easy. Do not 
fight us, chica." 

Tears were pouring down Kerry's cheeks as she began quietly sobbing. Her 
breasts bumped against Eduardo's hands with each breath she took, and she 
realized she was trapped. The man's hands held her full, round tits, 
clutching like metal claws digging deep into her soft, tender flesh. For one 
terrified moment the girl feared Eduardo would tear her mammaries from her 
body. She shut her eyes, sighed, and forced herself to relax and stop 
shivering. But a moment later she was trembling again when she felt Jose 
come up behind her and grab her vagina from behind. She could feel the 
closeness of the taller man and realized he had completely undressed. 

"Remember your manners," Eduardo admonished. "I am the older brother, so I 
have the first right. You know thees." 

He released Kerry's breasts and hurriedly undressed himself, taking time to 
fold his clothing carefully over a chair. Then he returned and gripped 
Kerry's breasts again. 

Slowly, little by little, the shuddering fright disappeared from inside the 
brunette girl. She knew she was going to be fucked as the brothers continued 
massaging her erogenous areas. Jose pressed himself against her even more 
solidly, and she felt his thick cock rub between her buttocks. She couldn't 
help noting it was much shorter than Sam's. It felt even shorter than 
Eduardo's, which she had been able to see before he'd returned to fondle 
her. The young girl tried to relax, but wasn't able to do so. 

Eduardo eased the grip of his fingers around her breasts, and eventually 
released them, stepping back to once again admire the young girl's body. Her 
large breasts looked so creamy and voluptuous, swaying from side to side as 
Jose continued rubbing his hard cock against her asscheeks. Now that Eduardo 
was no longer holding her breasts, Kerry felt the younger brother's hands 
slide up behind her waist, then circle around front to fill themselves with 
her pectoral wonders. Kerry could feel the brutality in this man's hands as 
he cupped her bouncing treasures, tugging them upward, lifting them, forcing 
her to stand on tiptoe. 

"Ay Linda, pretty one, you have a body that was made for fucking," Eduardo 
told her. "But you have too big a mouth. You mus' be taught a lesson. My 
brother, he weel teach you, now." 

"What are you talking about?" Kerry asked, more terrified than ever. 

"Just remain like thees," Jose whispered in her ear. "Do not move, do not 
pull away from me, Eef you do, it weel hurt much more. Stay upright!" 

One of his hands still held her breast tightly, but it had moved across her 
body from behind, so her other breast was crushed by the man's forearm. She 
felt him reach down behind her with his other hand and rub his heavy wang 
deeper into the cleft between her buttocks. At first, she had no idea what 
he was trying to do, but when she felt the rubbery knob of his anxious cock 
continually pressing against the tiny pucker of her anus, she began to 
understand. 

"No! No! No! No!" she gasped. "You can't do that! You'll tear me apart!" 

She watched Eduardo approach, and he reached out and lightly slapped her 
face, saying, "Eef you move, I weel have to hit you harder. Stay still. Do 
not move. My brother's cock weel fit very nicely in your tight leetle ass." 

Trembling, Kerry felt her legs go rubbery, but the clutching hand of Jose 
Blass gripping her breast, kept her standing upright. His right hand was 
still gripping his penis, and he was making the battering head rotate 
against her anal crinkle. She could feel the smooth lubrication wetting her 
rectal crevice. As Jose pushed forward, Kerry saw Eduardo kneel and reach 
out with his hands, pressing them against her kneecaps, preventing her from 
moving forward. She tried tightening .her asscheeks, but the action was 
visible to the kneeling Eduardo. He reached out, hooked a finger between her 
thighs, and caught it between her inner labia. 

"Eef you persist in being stubborn, I weel pull on your flesh and tear your 
cunt open weeth my finger," he warned. 

Kerry was trembling even more now, feeling like someone about to be 
executed. She had heard about ass-fucking, but Sam had never tried it with 
either her mother or herself. What she had heard was, the woman usually bent 
forward and had her buttocks spread wide apart to make entry easier. Also, 
there was usually some kind of lubricant used. But the Blass brothers were 
being purposely cruel, using no lubricant other than that seeping from the 
head of Jose's penis. Nor would they allow her to lean forward. Jose was 
going to fuck into her ass while she remained standing straight, making the 
penetration that much more difficult. Kerry could feel Eduardo's finger 
still in her vagina, but his thumb was caressing her clitoris, and unwanted 
heat was beginning to build up inside her. The finger rubbed her aching clit 
again and again as Jose's cock continued spiraling against her rectal 
pucker. 

And then Jose was worming the thick head of his penis against her sphincter, 
pressing hard, forcing the doughnut-like muscle to widen its hole. Slowly, 
little by little, she felt her anus agonizingly stretch. 

"Do not yell," Eduardo warned, applying a little pressure to the finger he 
had hooked inside her vagina. "Eef you do ..." 

Sobbing, gasping, biting her lips to keep herself from crying out, Kerry 
felt the penis slowly push deeper, until the glans was halfway in. Then Jose 
took the hand he had been using to hold his penis and reached around her 
body, pressing it flatly against her belly, grunting as he did so, pushing 
her back as he rammed his thrusting cock steadily forward. 

"Oooonnnhhh . . . Godddd . . ." Kerry gasped through gritted teeth. "It 
hurts. It hurts so much." 

"Eef you had behaved with respect," Eduardo told her, "we would not be doing 
thees. I would have been the first one to fuck you, and in your cunt. Now 
you mus' bear this." 

Kerry felt Jose's hand press against her ebony-fluffed pubis, pressing her 
back even more as he grunted and strained. And then she felt the entire 
glans, right up to the corona, pop into her rectum. And from then on, Jose 
was simply sucked the rest of the way in, causing untold agony for the young 
girl as his swollen cock tunneled its full length into her. Kerry remained 
upright, gasping, feeling pain as the hard penis began pushing in and out. 
Small, silent sobs seemed to ease from between her lips. 

And then the pain began lessening. With each thrust she felt the hurt in her 
rear tunnel slowly easing. Although it never completely dissipated, it soon 
became more than bearable. And at the same time, a strong heat was building 
inside Kerry's body. She realized she was feeling erotic thrills in her 
rectum, unable to believe it possible. 

"Now the fun begins," Eduardo told her, standing up and releasing her 
vagina. "Jose, weeth your cock still in the girl, back up to the table, lie 
down, face-up, and keep the girl on top of you, also face-up." 

Both of Eduardo's hands gripped her breasts for a moment, pushing her back, 
while Jose's hands were around her waist, pulling as he backed up to the 
long wooden table near the chaise. The edge of the table was the same height 
as his ass, and he squirmed back, opening his thighs wide, tugging Kerry up 
until she lay on top of him, facing up, away from him. It was impossible for 
the man to move back further on the table, so they remained that way, Jose 
and Kerry, with their feet dangling over the edge, and Kerry's exposed 
vagina aimed toward Eduardo. The entire length of Jose's thrusting cock was 
buried in the girl's rectal passageway. , "Now," Eduardo told her, coming 
closer, "you will know true bliss, for while my brother flicks your ass, I 
will fuck your cunt." 

"Please . . ." the girl gasped. "You'll really tear me open." 

"Do not worry, sweet senorita," Eduardo assured her. "We have done this many 
times with other putanas. They have all been able to take it. You will, 
too." 

Kerry felt Jose's hands gripping her breasts again, massaging them, using 
them like handles to hold her on top of him. Eduardo brought a chair over 
and propped it under her left leg, then he brought the other lawn chair over 
and propped it under her right leg so her feet wouldn't dangle and she would 
have some leverage. Kerry, feeling the seat of the chairs under her feet, 
felt the littlest bit more comfortable. Too, she felt a continual 
intensifying of the heat raging through her body as she automatically 
bounced up and down, feeling Jose's hard cock stroke through her rectum. 

"Thees ees one tight asshole," Jose was telling his brother. 

Now Jose's hands were wrapped around her waist, and Eduardo came forward, 
lowered his head, and popped her left nipple into his mouth. Kerry felt his 
tongue lick wildly across the hard nubbin, making it harder and extend 
further out. His hungry lips sucked long and hard, making the girl writhe 
with added heat. Her passionate enthrallment now equaled that of the two 
men, though she wouldn't admit it. Yet her arms involuntarily wrapped 
themselves around Eduardo's head while he continued masticating her nipple, 
jamming his face all the more solidly against the swell of her tit. 

"You taste very good," Eduardo assured her, raising his face and looking 
into her eyes. 

The older brother moved closer to her face, then leaned down and kissed her 
hard, on the lips. It was a wild, searching kiss, with his tongue probing 
into her mouth, tantalizing her palate, licking her gums, and running over 
her teeth. Kerry found herself willingly sucking the oral digit, even 
marrying it with her own. Then he yanked his mouth away from hers and kissed 
her throat, standing between the two chairs, letting her flatly planted feet 
press into them so she could raise and lower herself on Jose's hard cock. 

Kerry felt Eduardo's lips trail down her throat and move back to her 
breasts. His tongue lashed her nipples repeatedly, and she felt thrilling 
fires lance through them as his mouth ran from one nipple to the other, and 
back. She could feel the head of his cock rubbing against the flesh of her 
upthrust, curved pussylips as her thighs remained bent backward over the 
table. His hands were between her loins, and Kerry felt Eduardo pushing them 
even wider apart as he returned to kissing her lips. She felt his fingers 
tickle her vaginal entryway, parting the labia and slipping between them, 
running in and out a few times. This heightened the sensation in her rectum 
as she continued bouncing on Jose's thrusting cock. There was a small, dull 
ache in her rectum, but no pain, and the overpowering thrills being built by 
the pressure of Jose's hard cock were shuddering through her with even more 
intensity. 

The bigger penis of the older brother was pressing tautly between her nether 
lips now, and Kerry felt the glans move forward, parting her inner labial 
curtains. Jose's ankles were wrapped around her calves as her feet remained 
planted on the two chairs. Kerry realized the younger brother was intent on 
making certain her thighs remained open so the older brother could ram his 
hard cock all the way into her. 

Kerry wiggled her buttocks from side to side as she slowly moved up and down 
the length of Jose's buried cock. Another inch of Eduardo's penis slipped 
into her teeming twat. She undulated all the more, straining against the 
outward pull of Jose's thighs, but the sucking pull of her cuntlips was 
enough to tug Eduardo's thick, strong cock deeper into her feminine cavern. 
She sought to suck the entire length and breadth of his manhood into her. 

If she couldn't wrap her thighs around the brother fucking into her cunt, 
she would wrap her arms around him. She reached forward, wrapping her arms 
around his shoulders, amazed at the need she felt for him. The pressure of 
his entering cock rubbing against the wall between her vagina and anus, 
enhanced the pressure of Jose's cock, and Kerry gasped as more and more 
fiery thrills burned through her. The force of his entry as he drove the 
rest of his thrusting cock into her almost made her faint with rapture. The 
two penises in her body moved in tandem, feeling much like two huge snakes 
slithering in and out at the same time. The tightness of her inner cunt, 
made even tighter by the pressuring cock in her ass, added fury to Eduardo's 
lust as he began wildly pounding into her body. 

It was rape, Kerry knew that. But now it was rape with her cooperation. 
Though the man was an antagonist as he pounded into her cunt, Kerry gloried 
in it, bouncing up and down all the more quickly on the prod in her tight 
rectum. She was gasping and moaning with ecstatic sighs now, and sounds of 
panting exertion seeped from her mouth as she rammed her smooth hips up and 
down, digging her flat-planted feet into the two chairs. Kerry's firm 
breasts stood up and quivered, two tantalizing mounds of desire; the pink 
nipples serving as focal points of sensitivity. She could feel her silken 
belly become a taut flow of muscle. 

The girl felt the older Blass brother matching her bucking lunges as the 
younger one fought to stay with her, keeping his flesh pike carefully 
planted deep inside her rectum. But Kerry no longer cared about the 
savagery. If anything, it added to the pleasure she was feeling. Her eyes 
stared directly into those of Eduardo Blass, noting the man had forgotten to 
remove his glasses. She felt the thrills building ever higher as the two 
brothers humped her back and forth between them. She wanted to prolong this 
moment for as long as she could. The girl realized this was the one time she 
would be fucked by the two men. And two men were infinitely better than one. 
Not that either brother, by himself, stood a chance against Sam in a fucking 
contest. But the two combined were doing things to her no single cock could 
ever hope to accomplish. And Kerry was certain Sam had no intention of 
playing threesies with another man. So she had to enjoy this particular 
rape. 

A small, shuddering orgasm rippled through her body, and Kerry realized it 
had originated in her ass. That, in itself was unusual, but who was she to 
discard the sensation. She let it flow through the nerve centers in her body 
as she gasped, biting her lips to keep herself from screaming. Her inner 
vaginal muscles milked the hard rod of the ecstatic Eduardo, while her anal 
muscles tugged on Jose's rod. 

Almost out of her mind with burning thrills, Kerry gasped, "Yes! Yes! Yes! 
Fuck me! Fuck me! Ohhhhh fuck me, you sons of bitches. Fuck me, hard!" 

Her arms wrapped themselves all the more strongly around Eduardo's neck, 
tugging his face to her breasts as she insisted he suck her nipples. And the 
older brother was more than glad to oblige. 

Jose's cock was ramming up through her ass with the power of a wild piston, 
and Eduardo did his best to match the efforts of his younger brother. He 
plunged forward and down into Kerry's slender body, slamming into her with 
such force, her frame quivered, making Jose's bones rattle. The older 
brother's mouth was voraciously sucking on Kerry's right nipple, trying to 
pull her entire pap into his throat at once. Kerry rapturously trembled and 
crammed her lathered vagina against the man's hard-driving pelvis. She could 
feel Eduardo's balls slapping at her perineum, just as she could feel Jose's 
balls hitting the same place. That meant the two brothers had their 
testicles touching as each continued filling and re-filling one of Kerry's 
sensual orifices with his beef roll. 

"Harder . . ." she gasped between gritted teeth. "Fuck me harder, harder, 
harrrrrderrrrr . . . uhhhhh . . ." 

The young girl was gasping at the sensations filling her, flooding through 
her body like an overflowing river. Her hands clawed ceaselessly at 
Eduardo's back, raking his flesh to ribbons. 

The girl twisted and writhed wildly on the hard pike filling her anus, but 
she could tell, as anxious as Jose was to come, he wasn't succeeding too 
well. Eduardo, on the other hand, was on the brink of satisfaction. She 
could tell as his hard cock swelled up even more in her dilating, 
contracting cunt. 

Her mouth opened, and ecstasy filled her body, but all Kerry could mumble 
was, "HMMMPHHH MPHHHUPHHH!" as Eduardo clamped his hand over her lips. Her 
blistering cave unleashed a thick, moist flow of love-fluid. The lubricant 
surged out of her, coating his cock, and splashing all over his drawn-up 
balls. 

Kerry felt Eduardo tensing above her, first in a withdrawing tautness, then 
in a downward surge. She felt his torrent of seething sperm shoot powerfully 
into the receptive container of her tight cunt as he hissed out his 
pleasure. The girl felt Eduardo's hand clamp all the more tightly against 
her mouth and she bit down hard, sinking her teeth into his fingers. And all 
the while her hot cunt continued sucking the copious spurts of sperm jetting 
from his shooting cock. 

Kerry gasped, falling back on the younger brother, feeling Eduardo, limp and 
drained, pull out of her. She lay there, unable to move, feeling Jose's hard 
penis digging deeper and deeper into her anus. Her head lolled back against 
Jose's shoulder, and for a few moments she shut her eyes and relaxed. 

"I hate to bother you," Jose said, pushing, "but the time has come for you 
to do something for me." 

The sound of the younger Blass brother's voice shocked Kerry back to 
reality. His limbs were no longer twined around hers, and his feet were 
kicking away the chairs so her own feet dangled. And then he was shoving 
harder, and she slid off his solid cock. 

The young girl fell to her knees and looked up, seeing the red cock of Jose 
Blass stand out like a flagpole. He was in no mood for words at this point, 
and merely moved closer to her kneeling figure, waving his penis in her 
face. 

Kerry felt no real emotion right now. She had been really used, and she had 
been completely drained. Even so, she was resigned to doing whatever Jose 
Blass wanted, if only to have him go away, after. It was obvious Jose, the 
younger brother, was not quite the man Eduardo was, and all he cared about 
was getting his rocks off without any feeling for her. He wanted her doing 
whatever pleased him, without putting up any kind of a struggle. 

Kerry felt his hands caressing her face, running through her hair, gauging 
her reactions to him. All men, whether they care about a woman or not, want 
that woman to more than merely accept them. 

Jose knelt beside Kerry and began caressing the breasts his brother had 
sucked. Jose was extremely excited, unhappy his brother had come and he 
hadn't. He reached between Kerry's thighs, lightly teasing her midnight 
curls, moving his fingertips around again and again until one of them 
penetrated the orifice where Eduardo had shot his load. 

Kerry saw Jose watching her closely, enjoying the quickness of her response 
as he moved his finger in and out of her tight pussy. Unable to restrain 
herself, the young girl found herself almost breathless with anticipation. 
Her clitoris was being squeezed between Jose's thumb and forefinger. The 
younger Blass brother tugged and pulled on it while rolling it lightly at 
first, and then with more speed and greater force. A thin cry involuntarily 
broke from Kerry's lips. The older brother, Eduardo, was ready to clap his 
hands over her mouth if she yelled any louder. The girl felt her body twitch 
convulsively, and knew it wasn't revulsion causing her to shudder. Erotic 
thrills continued snapping through her nerve-endings, almost breaking them 
off from the rest of her nervous system. She thrilled to the pressure of his 
thumb on her clitoris, but loved the feel of his middle finger sliding 
through the hot canal of her teeming snatch. And then a forefinger slid into 
her tight cunt, making her squeal between clenched teeth. 

Kerry stared into Jose Blass's eyes and saw the delight in them as her 
entire body outwardly shuddered. Her clitoral nub, still under his thumb, 
grew larger and larger, and her flow of juices began increasing, covering 
the taller brother's hand with her oils and his sibling's sperm. 

"Now ees time for the next step," Jose whispered to her. "My brother, he 
fucked your mother, and today he fucked your cunt. Now I weel fuck your 
cunt. You weel see how good I am." 

He used his fingers to pry her labia apart and wedge the rubbery point of 
his simmering dong into the flaming depths just behind the scalloped ribbons 
of her inner lips. She could see Jose had intended prolonging it, not 
wanting to enter her tight pussy so thoroughly and quickly. But Kerry had 
other ideas. Even though she and the younger Blass brother still faced one 
another on each other's knees, with the head of his shuddering prong sliding 
between her sucking labia-a position very difficult for coitus-Kerry gripped 
Jose's shoulders, moved her left foot until it was under her, and then 
forward, then did the same with her right foot, fell back on the seeded 
earth, and pulled Jose Blass on top of her as she fell back. His weight sank 
his pillion into her flushed gully. 

She felt Jose feverishly drive into her, and Kerry could almost hear the 
man's mind screaming, Take that and that and that! as he drove his phallus 
into her again and again. She felt the Latin's hand grip her hips like steel 
claws, and she heard the resounding report each time his pelvis slammed into 
hers. She found herself being transported to heaven all over again, and 
though it didn't feel nearly as good as his cock in her ass with Eduardo's 
cock in her cunt at the same time, it was damn good for her second orgasm. 
She moaned with pleasure. 

"Carrajo!" Jose bellowed to his brother. "Thet girl enjoys it no matter what 
I do to her. Look, she ees about to come again, and I have not had my first 
climax." 

Eduardo moved quickly, clamping his hands over Kerry's mouth as she tried 
screaming. Her voice was trapped by his palm and shoved back down her own 
throat as she felt the orgasm shoot through her body, causing her to hump 
her hips higher and higher. 

Jose harshly withdrew his cock, angry that Kerry should come a second time 
while he couldn't attain his first apex. The cock rammed forward, slamming 
into Kerry's perineum, and the girl would have screamed from pain this time 
had not Eduardo's hand remained clasped on her mouth. 

Kerry felt Jose sinking his face between her breasts again as Eduardo's hand 
slid from across her lips. She was sobbing, feeling a mixture of 
unparalleled delight and slight agony because of the way Jose's cock had 
bounced off the small bridge of flesh between her anus and vagina. Too, the 
younger brother was chewing on her nipples with a new vitality, making the 
young girl shudder as his teeth clamped her nipples between them. 

"No, no, thees ees not right," Jose mumbled. "I have fucked thees girl's 
ass, and she came. Then I fucked her cunt, and she came. I mus' fuck her so 
I weel come. And the only way to do that ees to fuck her mouth." 

Kerry felt her head being pulled down to the man's throbbing penis. She felt 
the wand slap her cheek as it bounced from side to side between his thighs. 
His hands gripped her short, black hair, pulling her face up as her head 
moved down, and then Kerry felt the man's fingers squeeze, causing more 
pain. She opened her mouth to scream, and felt the length of his swollen 
phallus rest on her extended tongue. She "painted" his penile underside with 
her tongue again and again, pausing each time the tip of her lingual organ 
touched his coronal ridge. She knew Jose was determined to keep her tongue 
working on his cock a long time, but in spite of his determination, Kerry 
could feel the hard cock twitching. 

"Damn you, puta!" Jose bellowed, jumping to his feet. "You think you can 
laugh at me because no matter what I do to you, you weel always come, and I 
weel not. Well, we shall change theengs a leetle. Eef my cock in your mouth 
makes you come, then your cunt in my mouth weel make me come." 

To Kerry, the entire group of sentences sounded garbled. He was blaming her 
for having climaxes while trying to make him come. The man was a fucking 
dummy. And now he was going to eat her pussy with the attitude that sucking 
her cunt while jamming his cock down her throat would finally find him the 
release he was seeking. 

She lay flat on the ground with Jose crawling over her, his head dangling 
over her seeping pussy. He was going to jam his face between her thighs and 
lick out his brother's sperm. 

Well, why not! Kerry reasoned. If the white glue tasted good to her, it 
might taste good to Jose. 

She felt the delicate hairs of her pubis rubbing his chin as his throbbing 
cock pushed between her lips and sank halfway into her mouth. She felt his 
nipping teeth pull at her pelvic lint, using his arms to thrust her thighs 
wider apart. Kerry could feel his weight, and it was slowly forcing the air 
from her lungs. Jose's face sank deeper and deeper between her thighs, and 
she felt his hands grabbing her asscheeks and squeezing. Her lips sucked and 
pulled, feeling his hard cock slide up and down against her tongue and 
palate like an oiled snake. One of her hands fondled his dangling balls, 
pressing them down against the bridge of her nose, while the other hand 
tinkered with his ass, fingering his rectal pucker. Her touching his asshole 
seemed to arouse Jose to new heights, and Kerry felt him digging his face 
all the deeper between her thighs, drinking her juices, making her flood 
them out of her at an even faster rate. The way his strong tongue was 
lathering its way in and out of her frothing cunt let Kerry know she was 
going to come again, and she silently gasped out this climax as she humped 
her body up, splashing oils into Jose's face. He, like his brother, was 
still wearing his glasses, and now they became juiced up, totally blinding 
him so he couldn't see the cunt he was eating. 

Eduardo tugged the glasses from his brother's face, letting Jose sink his 
kisser even deeper into Kerry's flaming muff. The girl was frightened the 
man would be angry at her climaxing again, but as her thighs continued 
surrounding Jose's face, she felt and heard him greedily eating the flood 
pouring from her vagina, grinding his face even deeper, enjoying the taste 
of her. She could tell by the way his hands were working that he enjoyed the 
thrill of her thighs pressing around his face. His clutching manual digits 
dug deeply into her asscheeks, making Kerry bounce up and down, ruining the 
freshly seeded backyard as her ass ploughed the ground. 

Kerry was moaning in a garbled sort of way as Jose's solid penis continued 
pumping down into her mouth. She sucked almost lovingly as she felt his lips 
grip her clitoris and pull while his tongue whipsawed its way across the 
simmering little bud. Kerry realized Jose was starting to get his thrills 
from making her come. 

At one point, Kerry felt Jose raise his head from her dripping gash and call 
back to her, "Suck harder, chica. I am beginning to feel something. Suck 
harder!" 

Aroused even more by the knowledge she was finally bringing Jose to his 
completion, Kerry began pulling with her jaws as if they were still traps. 
Her hands reached forward, grabbed the Latin-American's almost-kinky hair, 
and tugged his sodden face into the foaming center of her sudsing slit. 
This, in turn, caused her to suck his throbbing putz deeper into her own 
mouth with greater force than ever before. She felt him ramming his hard 
cock so far in, it was as if the man were trying to reach her small 
intestine. And all the while her tender lips nibbled the hairs at the base 
of his cock as her mouth sucked on his pulsing root. 

Kerry's thighs wrapped all the more tightly around Jose's head, pulling his 
face so deeply into her, it was impossible for the man to breathe. Her hot 
cunt continued gaping wide open under the slash of his tongue as her juices 
poured forth, dripping into the joints of her thighs and down into the crack 
of her ass, lubricating the entire area. Kerry could feel the loving way the 
man's tongue searched through her sopping slit, and realized in her own way 
she was teaching him patience and the rewards to be gotten there from. The 
girl's tender lips could feel the hot pulsing of the man's cock, and she 
knew he was just about to shoot. The heat in his loins made him pump his 
penis all the faster into her sucking mouth, and then he gasped and hissed 
his satisfaction through clenched teeth as he began coming wildly, all over 
the place, blasting his gumbo down her throat with maddening spurts. Kerry's 
head bobbed up and down as her mouth wildly sucked, catching every .drop, 
sucking with such power, he would not have been able to pull out of her 
mouth had he wished to do so. She wanted every last drop of the younger 
Blass's passion juice, and he seemed to want her to have it. 

His face sank deeper into her creaming muff as his tongue licked again, and 
Kerry tightened up, bouncing and shuddering as she came all over the place. 
She could feel his dilated nostrils pushing even deeper into her furnace, 
inhaling, sniffing, smelling, gaining pleasure from her aroma as well as 
from her taste. 

They remained locked that way for nearly ten minutes, and then each relaxed, 
releasing the other. Slowly the pair slid apart, Kerry gasping, feeling more 
thrilled than she had since she had first been introduced to fucking and 
sucking. Her asshole was tender, but it wasn't truly sore. 

"Come!" Eduardo was saying to his younger brother. "You have feasted enough 
on the girl. Our host weel soon be home, and we mus' be there to greet him." 

The two brothers dressed quickly, fastidiously, and neatly. By the time they 
left, neither of them looked as if he had enjoyed a sporting go-round with 
Kerry. They simply smiled at her, then walked out, leaving the exhausted 
girl panting, red in the face, and weak. Totally whacked out, Kerry fell 
asleep, and that was the way Sam and Phyllis found her when they got back. 

"What kinda shit is this???" Sam yelled at Phyllis. "We go outta the house 
for a little while, and when we come back we find the kid all fucked out. I 
don't dig this crap at all. You two are private cunt, and my stock has been 
dipped into." 

Kerry, who had been coming out of her stupor, heard Sam yelling. She got to 
her feet and ran into the house, sobbing and weeping. 

"Can't you see something's wrong?" Phyllis snapped at him. "Kerry isn't the 
kind of girl to go cheating like this. She was attacked." 

"Oh bullshit!" Sam growled, angry because he had seen the girl looking so 
seemingly happy. 

Kerry hurriedly dressed, pulling on a tight, pink minidress with no 
undergarments. She grabbed her other sweater, a white cardigan, slipped into 
it, and ran out of the house while her mother continued arguing with Sam. 
She was distraught and angry to think Sam would believe she had purposely 
done something behind his back in his own home. 

She began walking, and before she realized it, she found herself across 
town, in the section where the new factory workers lived. There were pool 
halls and bars all over the place, and to look at them, one would think they 
had been up forever. Each jerry-built building seemed older-looking than the 
next. Each bar looked sleazier, and each billiard hall looked dimmer. 

Sobbing, crying, Kerry suddenly realized she was lost. She had never been in 
this part of town before. And the five men staring at her from the corner 
bar didn't seem to make things easier. It was getting dark out, and she 
could see all five men were muscular, wearing polo shirts and tight, chino 
pants. It was obvious they had been guzzling beer through the afternoon, and 
from the smells emanating from a nearby alleyway it was plain where they had 
gone to empty their bladders. 

The streets around her were getting dark but for the dim streetlamps 
starting to go on. This part of town didn't use mercury lamps yet. Kerry 
felt a sense of panic invade her. She could see the wolfish looks on the 
faces of the men approaching her. She knew she had come too far. She had to 
go back, if only to be with her mother. 

The five men standing at the entrance to the corner bar were moving nearer 
and nearer, and Kerry realized they were coming after her. She had to get 
away. Turning, she headed toward the end of the street, but saw groups of 
other men lounging under the streetlamp down there as well. If she headed 
that way, she would walk right into the arms of those men. The only way left 
was down the nearby narrow, stinking alleyway. And that was the way she 
headed. 

Kerry heard the men following behind her, a wolf pack anxious to tear apart 
a tiny lamb. She began running, and suddenly realized the alley came to a 
deadened. There was a high wooden fence she was unable to scale, and one 
dim, faded yellow bulb was the only light there. 

Four of the men hung back now, but the fifth continued to approach. He was 
chunky, with a three-day-old beard, and a tooth missing in front. She would 
have taken any way possible to get away from the man, but the alleyway was 
too narrow. High stucco buildings on both sides were completely unscalable. 

"Hi," the heavy man said, approaching her. "I'm Lee. You do what I tell you 
to do, baby, and nothing will happen other than a little screwing. You 
struggle, and we'll hit you so fucking hard you'll remember it for the rest 
of your life." 

"P-Please don't hurt me," Kerry muttered, shuddering. 

"Sure, kid. Sure," the gross man smiled. 

He suddenly grabbed her, pulled her close, and she could smell the stench of 
beer and urine all over him. His arms surrounded her, clutching her lithe 
form tightly as his mouth crashed down on hers. His tongue easily slid 
between her parted lips, stabbing at the tender roof of her mouth, but she 
didn't respond. She couldn't. It was all so nauseating. 

He tugged her to the end of the alley, stopping under the light, beside some 
wooden packing crates. Kerry waited, listening to his heavy breathing, 
smelling his beery exhalations. When his huge, meaty hand slid up under her 
dress, touching her bare buttocks. Kerry felt a wicked chill shoot through 
her. She was horrified beyond belief, not from the touch of the man, but 
from the realization that his fingers were starting to excite her, 
disgusting as he seemed. She was sinking deeper and deeper into a quagmire 
of lust. All she could do was stand there, letting him paw her, knowing four 
of his friends were waiting their turns as well. And the knowledge terrified 
her, because she wanted it. Yes, she wanted it. She wanted to fuck not only 
five men, but five hundred, perhaps five thousand men. 

Kerry gasped as she felt the beefy fingers slide through her mossy pubic 
hair and into her pink, wet, waiting vaginal lips still greased with the 
semen and saliva of the two Blass brothers. She writhed uncontrollably as 
one of his fingers palpated her clitoris, making it tingle but knew better 
than to protest what he was doing. Then she felt his other hand grip her 
wrist, guiding it to the bulge in his chinos. 

"Take my cock out," he insisted, releasing her hand. 

For a moment Kerry fumbled with the zipper, unconsciously rubbing her 
fingers against the man's hardened bulge. Then she unzipped Lee's pants, 
freeing his thick, pulsating penis from its prison. It was almost as long 
and as thick as Sam's cock. She automatically began pumping the prick, 
feeling it grow even harder, making her remember how the Blass brothers had 
shamed and disgraced her, fucking her in her own backyard, making her enjoy 
it. Now she was thinking how much she was going to enjoy this cock. The 
Blasses had taught her all too well the need for obeying commands, and she 
gasped with delight when Lee's finger continued brushing her clitoris. 

The fleshy man's other hand was also reaching under her minidress, squeezing 
the orbs of her ass, digging between her cheeks and rubbing her anal button 
as well. Lord, but it felt arousing, even if she couldn't stomach the man. 

Staring up between the buildings, she could see the winking stars. Kerry 
hugged the man closer to her, pulling on his penis with her hand and sinking 
her lips into the side of his throat, branding burning kisses there. 

"Wow!" he gutturally moaned. "You're one hot little kid. I ain't never seen 
you before. I guess you ain't from around here, huh?" 

"No," Kerry mumbled. "I'm not from around here." 

"Great, great, then we can do anything we wanna do, huh? Oh, kiddo, we're 
gonna have ourselves a ball. So you turn around and face the packing crates 
like a nice kid, huh?" 

Listening to the man, she obediently turned and leaned against the large 
wooden crates. The girl felt him raise her skirt over her trembling 
buttocks, exposing the smooth, round flesh to the twinkling stars and the 
lone yellow light in the alleyway. She felt Lee's hands slide into the 
crevice between her asscheeks and tantalize the tiny, puckered crinkle of 
her anus. Jose Blass's cock had rubbed its way through there earlier, and 
the girl no longer feared penetration. Tiny sparks of volcanic desire shot 
through her as the rough man continued rubbing her there. 

Leaning further forward, Kerry spread her long, supple limbs, giving the man 
better access to her genitals. She felt more wild than ever before, and a 
fresh flow of burning, lubricated juices came dribbling from the peach like 
pout of her steaming vagina. Her smooth, solid buttocks trembled as she felt 
him probe against her pink pussylips with the reddish head of his thick, 
pulsating wang. Kerry could feel the drunken man searching for the trembling 
entrance to her vaginal interior. She moaned with delight as the engorged 
head of Lee's cock gained a foothold in her erotic opening, and she 
tightened her asscheeks in an erotic effort to slam back against the heavy 
pole and suck it into her cunt. It was obvious Lee was totally unaware her 
pussy had been used earlier. The semen and saliva in her were lubrication as 
far as he was concerned, and he was overjoyed to feel the penis probing 
deeper and deeper into the teenaged girl's body. 

"Ooooooh!" Kerry gasped, moaning and responding as the man shoved his heavy 
hips forward, and the cold, metallic teeth of his zipper rubbed against her 
asscheeks. 

Gee! the girl thought. This has to be the most ridiculous thing. We're both 
fully clothed, yet here we are, rutting, him standing, and me bent over, 
both of us on our feet in this alleyway. Lord! We must be animals. 

Another flow of heavy lubricating oils slipped from her tight, clasping 
pussy as she heard the heavy man groan with pleasure, ramming his pulsing, 
rock solid pecker even deeper into the tight depths of her sucking, 
clasping, hair-lined pussy. 

Everyone seems to want to do it from behind nowadays, she thought, whether 
it's in the ass or in the pussy. 

"Unnnnn!" she gasped aloud, feeling the heavy man rotate his hips in ever 
widening circles, forcing his thrusting penile head to ram itself against 
her cervix. From this angle it was easily possible, even with a smaller 
cock. Kerry could hear the man panting, totally out of control, feeling the 
way he undulated his hips in wide licentious spirals, forcing his throbbing 
penis to rub the walls of her frictioned pussy even more. The hard cock 
would slide halfway out of Kerry's tight cunt, rotate, then pound right back 
in. She felt the man screwing into her as if she were the lowest kind of 
slut, and she reveled in it, not only enjoying the total physical feeling of 
it all, but thrilling to the thought that she was getting back at Sam. She 
hadn't deserved the kind of treatment he had given her. After the savage 
fucking she had received from the Blass brothers, she had been in need of 
sympathy, and Sam had given her nothing but more pain. Each time Lee's cock 
rammed into her cunt, she smiled, thinking Sam was also being fucked. 

"Yesssss ..." she hissed in the darkness as she felt him hurry his obscene 
fucking into her tight cunt. She could feel his strong hands gripping the 
soft, pliant flesh of her buttocks, tugging the moon-shaped orbs back to mee 
his forward lunges, feeling her flesh rub against the coarse cloth of his 
chinos. 

Kerry could hear the grunting man behind her and knew he was completely lost 
in rapture. His faster pumping let her know of the tremendous pressure being 
built up in his balls, and she knew it wouldn't be much longer before he 
would be blasting his spunk into her, letting it mingle with that of Eduardo 
Blass. Her period was due within three days, which meant there was no danger 
of her conceiving. For that much she was grateful, because she knew more 
than two hours had passed since Eduardo had fired his load into her cunt, 
and she hadn't douched. 

Kerry felt Lee pumping faster than ever, listening to him chewing his lower 
lip with anguish because of the tight clasp of her vagina. She wanted to 
come and come and come, and keep on coming, but there was something wrong 
inside her at the moment. She couldn't come. This didn't stop Lee from 
reaching his own pinnacle, and abruptly she felt the first throes of his 
orgasm peel from the tender insides of his testicles into her anxious cunt. 
And the spurting fluid felt like broken glass, tearing at her, making her 
more anxious rather than calming her down. 

A raging torrent of whitewash made the underside of the man's cock as it 
rammed its full length into the young girl's aching cunny, causing his 
buttocks to clench and unclench as he spastically shot his flowing sperm 
into the girl, making Kerry twitch with each shot, filling her vagina to 
overflowing. 

There was a numbness in Kerry's cunt, and she never felt the thick penis 
pull out of her. She heard the plopping sounds of his spunk falling from her 
cunt to the cement floor of the alley, but she didn't care. She simply 
leaned forward, pressing her body against the cartons. The girl's quivering 
buttocks stood out in round invitation under the lurid yellow light. 

As she stood there panting and gasping, Kerry heard the footsteps of the 
next man coming down the alleyway. Listening, she heard his zipper slide 
down, then braced herself for his obscene intrusion into her body. Like an 
unfeeling machine she stood there, bent forward, waiting for him to begin. 

"I'm Bert," was all she heard, and smelled the vomitous breath coming from 
his mouth as the man leaned forward and burned his lips into the nape of her 
neck. Bert's throbbing cock, hard and erect, slid between her thighs, 
missing its target. Kerry waited while the man patiently gripped his hard 
cock with his hand and guided it to her wet, well-lubed pink orifice, 
letting it slide between her downy pubic hair as it eased into the sucking 
depths of her sloppy vagina. Bert began to immediately intensify his frantic 
thrustings, and each forward movement was punctuated by an obsessive grunt. 
Kerry felt the seething erotic fires in her burn hotter and higher than 
ever, and still she couldn't climax as he rammed his hard cock deep into her 
creaming belly. He speeded up his obscene tempo, causing a new flood of 
vaginal oil to come easing out of her, lubricating the heated, slithering 
penis as it continued pumping into the fruitlike depths of her upraised 
cunt. Strange electric tinglings racked her body, yet there was no way for 
her to feel physical appeasement. She slammed her twitching buttocks back to 
meet his driving thrusts, but it wasn't enough to satisfy her hard-to-please 
nookie. 

"Harder!" she rasped at Bert. "Harder, harder, fuck me harder. More, more, 
more, now!" 

She felt him respond eagerly, suddenly pounding his pulsating wang even 
deeper into her aching cunt. But it was no use. As it was, Bert's cock 
wasn't nearly as long or as thick as Lee's, and though her vaginal walls 
compensated by tightening up, the slick greasiness inside made Bert's 
movements easier, with less friction than ever. The man did his best. He 
responded with an almost spastic thrusting, and she knew he was completely 
incited, but it didn't seem to be enough. Kerry felt him drive into her with 
all the power in his aching loins, cramming, slamming, pounding against her 
jerking buttocks as she sensed him rising higher and higher on the obscene 
plane of climactic obsession. She responded as best she could, ramming her 
own self back as hard as she could. 

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" was all she could shout in her anguished frenzy. 

Kerry felt the man plough into her with all his strength, feeling the way he 
reared back before blasting forward again. Each forward attack was an 
earth-shattering, pile-driving thrust, sinking his hard cock to its limit 
into the furthest confines of her sucking vagina. The blunted, 
rubbery-knobbed glans pressed almost viciously against her cervix, and the 
pain made Kerry gasp with joy. She was being punished for having wanted to 
be fucked by the whole world. She was getting what she deserved. 

"Now! Now! Now!" she shouted, her lust-aroused body screaming more loudly in 
her ears than she yelled in the alleyway as she twitched her jiggling 
buttocks from side to side, slamming the pillowy cheeks back against Bert, 
clenching his fiery spear with her anxious muscles, holding it still while 
she writhed in anguish on it. Her bottom tugged back and forth, back and 
forth until the thrusting penis blasted into her, filling her with added 
jism. But her own body could not pinnacle. 

She lay across the crate feeling lifeless, unable to achieve physical 
satisfaction any longer as the third penis skewered into her oceanic cunt. 
She felt the man drive into her as if he were a wild animal. The penis ran 
timelessly into her coral, viscid opening as short, choking coughs rumbled 
from deep within her throat. This third man was erratic and totally out of 
control, thrusting aimlessly, skewering her from just about every angle as 
he moved from side to side. His rough hands gripped her hips and pulled 
tightly as he fucked Kerry like a short-cocked dog, fighting for a flaming 
eruption that would signify his own satisfaction. 

Kerry felt the jerking, twitching strokes, knowing this third, nameless man 
was near the end of his obscene lust. His fucking into her felt so 
ridiculous, she almost had to laugh. One thrust would be short and 
childlike, and the next one would be driving and hard. If the man's cock 
were long enough, it might easily have ruptured the cervix within her he was 
nailing into her body with such throbbing force. She sensed his rough hands 
moving over her slender hips as he tried holding them higher so he could 
pummel into her all the harder. Her wet, coral, sucking cunt seemed to be 
pointing straight back at him, giving him deeper entry as he tugged her 
long, ivory thighs even further apart and slammed forward, sinking the 
entire length of his penis into the lust-sucking depths of Kerry's squeezing 
cunt. The girl felt the strain on her cuntwalls as they seemed to tighten 
around the man's hard cock. She gasped and frantically writhed, thinking her 
internal self would burst. 

"Ha-ha!" she heard him laugh as the nameless man lunged forward again, 
making her squeal. She knew he thought she was being thrilled by his driving 
cock, which was why he thought she was squealing. But Kerry was crying, 
sobbing, unable to believe this was happening to her, unable to believe she 
would allow herself to actually enjoy such savagery. She wished she would 
faint and not feel anything more. 

But the young girl was still very much awake when she felt the nameless man 
shudder behind her. She felt his stop his vicious thrusts, then sensed the 
way the man's body was tightening as his hands gripped her asscheeks more 
firmly. He was shuddering, trembling, gasping, and then Kerry felt rockets 
of sperm shooting into her. Spasms of passionate satisfaction blasted 
through the man as he panted as if he'd set a new record for the four-minute 
mile. 

Kerry's knees felt like rubber, and she realized the only thing holding her 
up was the shrinking cock in her tight cunt. But as the hard cock continued 
shrinking, it fell out of her, and the girl fell to her knees in the 
alleyway. 

Painfully she stood up, feeling the scrapes on each kneecap. There was a 
throbbing, burning pain deep in her vagina, and she realized it wasn't fun 
anymore. She didn't want to do this anymore. She looked at the man who had 
just finished with her, and she felt sicker than ever. He was almost old, 
grizzled, with hardly any teeth in his mouth, and stubble no ordinary razor 
would ever cut. As he tucked his shirt in his pants, he grinned a lewd, 
toothless grin at her, then walked away down the alley. For a brief instant 
she was alone and she wished she could go back. But she knew two more men 
wanted to use her, and if they didn't they'd beat her to the proverbial 
pulp. 

The next man came walking down the alleyway. He was tall and thin, gawky 
appearance. For all his skinniness Kerry could see the man had strong arms. 

Gripping the packing case, Kerry turned around and bent over, presenting her 
ass and vagina for him to use. But it seemed the man, who called himself 
Lou, had other plans for her. He grabbed her dress by the neck, twisted the 
young girl around, and threw her down to the ground, ass-first. Kerry felt 
the dirt from the alley rise up and greet her, covering her arms and hands, 
and she scraped the heels of both hands in an attempt to get away, but the 
man crushed her with his weight as he threw himself on top of her. Her dress 
had buttons in front, and the man popped them as he tugged the dress open, 
revealing her lush breasts. Then Kerry watched him reach forward and envelop 
a nipple with each hand. Thumbs and fingers pulled at her pink, extended 
nubbins trying to make them long and hard. But the agony in her body had 
finally won over against the urge for sexual fulfillment, and now she was 
shuddering with fear instead of ecstasy. His pants scraped against her soft 
flesh, and her exposed belly could feel the hard bulge of his cock as it 
pushed against her. 

Lou's heavy breath seemed to swirl up the dirt and dust surrounding Kerry as 
she lay there. There were hard pebbles under her, cutting through her dress, 
digging into her soft flesh. She tried wiggling into a more comfortable 
position, but there didn't seem to be any in that alleyway. Her vagina felt 
dry and sore, and she wanted to get out of there. If only they would let her 
go. 

Kerry felt Lou's hand slide over her soft, trembling white flesh. The 
fingers seemed to work down through her pubic hair to her soft pink lips, 
not caring that her vagina was filled with the heated spunk of other men. 
The white flood was deep inside her now, as the shallowed part of her inner 
cunt was totally dry. 

Kerry felt him rubbing her clit in an effort to arouse her, but she was past 
caring about anything. When she heard Lou unzip his pants, she didn't react. 
She no longer cared whether the man fucked her or not. She didn't care about 
anything. There was no passion, no lust, no feeling of any kind in her body. 
And she began to understand that lust without love was meaningless. Yes, her 
body could be aroused, but not her mind. It was her mind which felt totally 
dead at the moment. She could feel her clitoris extending, swelling, 
enlarging as the man rubbed it. But the feelings inside her were no longer 
there. 

The pressure of the man's strong hands pushed Kerry weakened thighs apart, 
and she let them lay limply apart as his rigid shaft moved between them. In 
one quick stroke, the man entered Kerry's dry cunt. 

The girl bit her lips to stifle a squeal of pain, knowing any yelping on her 
part would only make things worse. She felt Lou lift her buttocks and begin 
rubbing her asscheeks in a futile attempt to arouse her brain. Kerry's head 
lay back in the dirt. She felt the massive penis drive into her tight vagina 
again and again, and realized, in spite of the physical stimulation she was 
feeling more and more pain. And when she thought she could feel no worse, 
she saw the fifth man enter the alleyway while the fourth man was still 
fucking her. He pulled a monstrous wang out of his chinos and stood over her 
while Lou continued pumping into her dry cunt. He wanted to sink his hard 
cock into her mouth, but Kerry didn't open her lips. She merely lay there, 
feeling the man kneel and press his rubbery dome against her lips in an 
effort to make her part them. All she did was continue lying there, and the 
man, angry, pulled on his penis until he suddenly began shooting straight 
down into her face, blasting the liquid goo into her eyes, her hair, and all 
over her cheeks and forehead. 

Kerry gasped, feeling the hot blasts shoot against her, and suddenly she 
began screaming. She didn't know why, but she screamed long and loud, 
yelling at the top of her lungs. Lou, who was still fucking her dry cunt, 
became disturbed, and as he was about to come, pulled out, spurting his 
white seed all over her body and dress. 

"Shut up!" Lou yelled at her. "You fucking tramp, shut your goddamn mouth!" 
And he slapped her hard across the face. 

And that was when the world erupted for Kerry. The punch in her face brought 
on a towering orgasm, and she shrieked a long, loud, 
"EEEEEYYYYYIIIII-EEEEEGGGGHHHH!" that echoed through the alleyway again and 
again. 

"That's it!" a commanding voice yelled, and suddenly Kerry was aware of 
policemen filling the alley. 

She thrashed and struck out when hands tried helping her up, and she had to 
be forcibly restrained. Eventually she was bundled away in an ambulance, her 
mind almost a total blank. 

Someone injected her with something, and she felt herself falling asleep. 
She welcomed the sleep. She needed it, Oh God! This had been the most 
harrowing day of her young life. 

Once, she woke up and found herself in a hospital bed with her mother and 
Sam standing over her. But they seemed so far away. 

The wedding between Sam Molino and Phyllis Arten took place exactly two 
weeks after Kerry had been raped. Kerry had come out of the hospital visibly 
un-scarred, but when her period came, it lasted for ten days. In fact, it 
ended the day before the wedding. 

The ceremony was a short civil affair, and some neighbors were invited to 
attend. It was at the small party afterward that Kerry learned the Blass 
brothers had attempted to come after her mother the same day they had 
molested her, and Sam had driven hobnails through their balls. They wouldn't 
ever molest a women again. In fact, they would probably be of no use to 
their wives for a long time to come, if ever. 

Sam found Kerry in the kitchen, alone, while the others were in the living 
room, and said, "Look, I'm sorry, kid. I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to 
blow off like that. I wouldn't hurt you for the world. I just thought you 
were . .. well... try to hurt me. Believe me, I'll think before I talk the 
next time. Honest!" 

Kerry looked at him and nodded. She was wearing a blue mini-dress and looked 
more like a little girl than ever before. 

Something about Sam's apology triggered sensations inside her. For two weeks 
she had been inwardly numb, totally uncaring, not thinking about anything, 
not wanting to speak with anyone. She went to school, did her work, and 
studied, but spoke to no one. 

Now, Sam's abrupt apology brought feelings back into her. She shuddered, 
then began crying a little. Sam gathered her to him and hugged her, 
promising he would never fly off the handle like that again. Kerry nodded 
sobbing, grateful to be loved again. Being loved was so important. 

For the rest of the afternoon Kerry mingled with the people there, seeing 
them stare at her, pitying her for her experience. The five men who had been 
caught raping her had all pleaded guilty, and as a result there would be no 
need for her to testify at the trial. Nevertheless, all the neighbors at the 
wedding party felt sorry for the young brunette, knowing she had been 
subjected to a horrible thing. 

The party ended at eight in the evening, and once everyone left, Sam turned 
to his new bride and said, "Well, how do we celebrate getting married?" 

"How do other couples celebrate getting married?" Phyllis asked. "Under the 
circumstances, I think fucking is a very appropriate way to spend the 
evening." 

"Yeah," Sam nodded, "I'll buy that." 

The two hurried up to the master bedroom and undressed. Neither bothered 
pulling back the bedcovers. They were in the mood for plain and fancy 
fucking. Phyllis lay back, opened her thighs, and felt Sam sock right into 
her. There were no preliminaries, no warm-up, just... in! 

And as Sam began pounding away at his new wife, the bedroom door opened and 
a naked Kerry walked in. She looked at them and decided, since it was their 
honeymoon, it was only right they enjoy this first fuck all by themselves. 
But this was the first and last time she would stand idly by and allow them 
to begin without her. After all, knowing now that she was loved, made the 
young girl feel hotter than ever. It had been more than two weeks since she 
had been lovingly laid. And this was something that needed an immediate 
remedy. 


End
