BH-6154  Anal Daughter
(Geoffrey Kyle)


ONE 

It was a balmy day in early spring; school had been out two weeks and Kitty 
Blair was bored. Her first job had caused a big flap at home and she had 
given it up under fire. She'd been posing in the nude for a photographer, a 
very nice guy named Mort, a whiz with a lens. 

But Mort had been a whiz with a cock too, and it had been in the papers how 
he'd knocked up a girl-that's what the papers implied. Mort said it 
differently, but her family wanted to believe the papers. Kitty couldn't 
afford to move out, so she had to go along with it 

She had left her second job without help. It didn't pay much, as a waitress, 
and the boss expected a lot of playing house. He'd wrestled her down onto a 
bed and nearly squashed her, trying to get his penis into her. It wouldn't 
go. 

That was her big trouble; none of them would. 

She walked out of the house and down the tree-lined street. Harry Corell 
should be waiting in his car at the end of the block. Harry was a classmate, 
a big blonde-haired guy who had been patting her on the butt for months, 
between classes. When he'd called she had agreed to go riding. If she hadn't 
been bored ... well, Harry was a nice guy. 

He had a Mustang, dark red, and he leaned over, opening the door for her. 
"Hi, cute thing." 

"Hi." She slipped in and sprawled, letting Harry stare at her long, tanned 
legs. She had damn nice legs. "Gimme a cigarette, huh? I'm all out." 

"Yeah." He fished out a pack and flipped it over, turning the key in the 
ignition at the same time. He burned an inch off the tires with his 
take-off. 

"Oh, you're a wild man," she drawled, puffing the cigarette. The wind blew 
her long reddish hair and swirled it in her face. She rolled, flopping 
against him as he took a corner too fast. "Oh, you shit ... cut it out!" 

Harry chuckled, patting her bare knee, sliding his hand up the soft inner 
flesh of her thigh. Her mini barely covered her thing. He almost touched it 
before she slid away, straightening herself. 

"I thought you was workin', " he said. 

"Yeh, I was. But I quit." 

"How come?" He tooled the car expertly under the main drag bridge and headed 
for the foothills, glancing into the rear view to watch for speed cops. 

"I didn't like it," she said. 

He grinned at her. "You gotta put out for Fatso." 

Fatso was the name of the restaurant guy who had tried to prong her. She 
grinned back at Harry. "Izzat what you hear?" 

"Hell, everybody knows it. Paula told me." 

Kitty flicked ashes out the window and watched the houses go by. They were 
in an old part of town, an old, crummy part. The road slashed through the 
drab houses that were huddled together with clotheslines draped like cobwebs 
front and back. Paula ought to know. Paula had worked for Fatso for a month 
or so, before and after school had closed. Paula was a dame who would put 
out for anybody, almost Kitty knew for a fact that Paula had been putting 
out for Harry. She'd said so. Harry grinned at her again. "You gonna put out 
for me, honey?" 

Kitty smiled. "Go fuck off." 

"Naw, I wanna fuck you, honey." 

"You're a dreamer," Kitty said. She yawned and flicked the butt out. The 
foothills were looming up. Harry slid the car off the main road and took a 
weather-beaten asphalt side road that wound into the middle of the hills. 
She knew what Harry wanted. Harry had a big chunk of meat between his legs. 
Paula had told her all about it. Well, Harry couldn't get it in her-but she 
might have to blow him. 

He parked the car under some elms in a pretty valley. It was called Nooky 
Lane, because of the lovers who used it. There was one other car there 
before them, a white sedan parked at the end of the valley, well out of the 
way. 

When he turned the key, Kitty leaned back, listening to birds and the cheep 
cheep of insects. They were like on a deserted hunk of ground. Harry leaned 
over and bit her on the nearest tit She squealed and jumped. "You 
sonofabitch!" 

"Did I hurt it ... lemme kiss it." 

"No, you didn't hurt it." She slid around, facing him. Jesus, he had a 
hard-on already. She could see it pushing out his pants. 

"Come on, don't be a shit." 

"Well, stop running over me like a goddamned truck." She batted his hands 
away from her breasts. "I d'wanna be jumped on." 

"Okay, honey, you call it We do anything you wanna do. You wanna fuck?" 

She giggled in spite of herself. "Gimme a cigarette." 

"You'll get cancer, for crissake." "Please ... ? " 

He sighed and fished out a cigarette, putting it between her lips then 
lighting it. As she blew smoke he patted her breasts and squeezed them. 

"Nice." 

"Thanks." 

"They're bigger'n Paula's." He cupped one and bounced it. "Whynchoo take off 
your bra?" 

"Jesus, whyn't you take off your pants?" 

She had said it without thinking, and it was the wrong thing to say. With a 
loud chuckle, Harry unfastened his belt and kicked off his shoes. He dragged 
the pants down, pushed them off and flung them into the back seat. His penis 
was jutting up, making a tent of his shorts. He grinned at her and freed it. 
She stared at the naked flesh. 

He said, "Y'wanna feel it, honey?" 

Kitty sighed. Her hand crept out and her fingers encircled it. Yeh, she 
wanted to feel it. It was warm and pulsing in her hand. Harry moved closer 
and she felt his fingers at her buttons. Both his hands were at her breasts. 
He opened her blouse and handled the tits encased in the bra. 

"Why d'you wear these fuckin' things?" 

She snickered, "To give you trouble." She leaned forward as his hand slid 
down her back and found the clasp. In seconds he had them naked in his 
hands. Shivers and electric shocks ran up and down her spine. Her nipples 
were hard and interested and he massaged them expertly. Someone had taught 
him that. In another moment he ducked his head and she felt his warm sucking 
mouth on one. She squeezed his penis and jacked it up and down. 

Harry went from one tit to the other, licking. sucking the nipples, glueing 
his mouth to one of them, laving it with a busy tongue. At the same time his 
hand ran up the inside of her thigh. She let him find it, and close his hand 
over it. She opened her legs and sucked in her breath as he slid the hand 
under her panties and fingered it bare and wet and naked. 

"Take it easy," she hissed, squirming. He was trying to work a finger into 
her. 

He growled, "You got a tight cunt." His lips sought hers and closed over her 
mouth. She felt his tongue deep in her mouth and his finger sliding in 
tightly. He could barely get the finger in, now he was jazzing her, in and 
out, mauling her clit. It felt delicious-but she knew the cock she had in 
her hand would never go in there. The big meaty thing felt huge. 

He slid down in front of her then, pushing her thighs apart. "It won't go," 
she said, forced to open her hand. 

Harry grunted. He was kneeling before her, the big cock in his hand, pushing 
her panties aside. She didn't object, but let him find out for himself. Her 
opening was much too small. She had never been able to take a man's organ. 
Harry had the pussy sitting there in front of him, pressing the big purple 
head of the dick at it, but the cock would not enter. 

"Goddam," he breathed, "it won't go." He rubbed the penis on it, up and 
down. "It's too fuckin' small." 

"I told you," Kitty said. 

He was annoyed. He pulled her blouse aside so that the big, juicy titties 
stared at him, pink and naked. "Jeez, how come you got such big tits an' 
your cunt is only a peanut?" 

Kitty sighed. "Just lucky, I guess." 

He leaned forward and took half of one in his mouth, sucking hard as she 
squirmed. He had a strong tongue. He continued to rub his penis on the 
pouting lips of her cunt. She had made a few guys come by holding the penis 
firmly between her thighs and letting them jack off. She reached down and 
captured his organ, squeezing it tightly and massaging it. She was just as 
hot as he was; she wanted the thing inside her but it was impossible. 

He was sucking first one tit then the other, undulating hotly, rubbing the 
cock against her as she held it firmly against the clit. 

"I gotta get in you someplace," he growled. 

"I'll jack you off." 

He shook his head, "Fuck that noise, I can do that myself." He looked at her 
mouth. 

"Kitty sighed, then giggled. She knew it would come to that. "Yeah, Okay," 
she said, "lemme slide down." 

He was in a terrible frenzy now, with her willingness to suck it. He pulled 
her by the thighs, pulling her so she slid down the seat, her knees almost 
touching the dash, and then he had climbed onto the seat, knees on each side 
of her. 

She faced his big, meaty prick. The thing looked huge, one-eyed and pinkly 
roseate-it almost had an expression of lust on its fat face, she thought. 
Moving his loins, he dragged it across her mouth. She put out her wet tongue 
and licked it. 

Harry said, "yeahhhhh," very deep and breathy. He kept moving the long dick, 
jiggling it against her tongue. He had been circumcised and the fat purplish 
head of it was slick as a plum. Kitty licked it good, bobbing her head, 
tasting it. 

"Suck on it, dammit," Harry said, shoving it gently toward her. 

She looked up at him. His face was heavy with sex fever. His eyes were 
bright, lower lip heavy and hanging. She nuzzled the cock. "Don't shove it 
down my throat, for crissakes." "Suck it, honey." 

She took it into her mouth, several inches of it, just rolling it around, 
tonguing it, getting it wet. Harry moved it gently in and out between her 
lips. She made her lips firm and hard, glancing up at him. He liked that. He 
was fucking her in the mouth. She knew damned well that he was going to come 
in her mouth. He had her just where he wanted her now, and he was getting 
hotter with each second that passed. 

She squeezed it with her lips, moving to the head, tickling the hole in it 
with her tongue. He put pressure on it so she had to close her lips about 
the head of it. He moved it in and out between her lips, a little faster. 
She could hear his breath, he was hot as hell ... his hand crept down and 
took hold of the root of the cock, squeezing, pulling. 

He was hissing, sucking in his breath; she could feel him beginning to 
stiffen. She was going to get a present any second now-and she didn't mind. 
She got a charge out of it. Harry didn't know it, but he was number seven on 
the list of guys she had sucked off. It seemed to be her only method of sex 
... and she wanted sex. She couldn't get them inside her the regular way, so 
she had made up her mind to be a good blow. 

He was leaning over her now, his breath coming very fast. The cock was 
swollen, steely-how could it get so hard? And Harry was frantically frigging 
himself, not moving his loins at all. Kitty held the hard knob of it with 
tight lips ... waiting. When he came, it was suddenly, spitting the warm 
stuff. She felt it squirt, three, four gobs of it, and then she milked it 
frantically with her fingers. Harry said, "Ohhhh..." as though someone had 
sandbagged him. His body remained rigid for perhaps a minute, then began to 
sag. Kitty was still sucking, pulling, squeezing hard. 

He had let go, and was moaning softly, resting both arms on the back of the 
seat, breathing in jerks. She continued her steady sucking motion with both 
fingers and lips. She had learned long ago, "Don't stop too soon." 

After a time the cock began to soften slightly. Then Harry gave a great sigh 
and rolled away, flopping on the seat as though he'd been shot. "Oh, my 
Gawd, that was good, honey ... you are the fuckin' best, the best." 

Kitty got up, swallowing, panting. She was hot and sweaty. Her hand went out 
to caress the withering wiener. He looked at her, smiling wanly. 

"Man, I didn't think you'd do that." 

"Why not?" 

"I jus' didn't. Man, there's a lot of cock eaters around, but honey, you're 
the best." She giggled. "Thanks." 

He got out his pack of smokes and gave her one, lighting both of them. "How 
come your pussy won't work?" 

"I dunno. It's always been that way." She snickered. "I'm a virgin." 

"Only between the legs, " he said. 

After they finished the cigarettes, Harry got down in front of her and 
licked her slit. He got most of one finger into her vagina, jazzing her, but 
it felt best when he licked her. She showed him where to concentrate his 
efforts, and he made her come. It wasn't the most satisfactory one she'd 
ever had. Harry wasn't good at cuntlicking. 

"I'll do it better next time, honey," he apologized. "Are you gonna blow me 
again?" He showed her his hard-on. 

"Okay." This time he slipped out of his pants and she sat on the floor of 
the car in front of him, licking up and down on the underside of it while he 
made groaning noises in his throat. Then, she closed her mouth over it, 
squeezing as hard as she could, bobbing her mouth over it, squeezing as hard 
as she could, bobbing her head up and down as she masturbated him with her 
lips. It took her about ten minutes. 

This time, when he came, he jerked like a man in pain, spasming, and the 
cock flipped out of her mouth as the jism spurted. The milky stuff spattered 
her blouse. She took the full mess down the front of herself. "Oh, you 
shitty sonofabitch!" 

He stared at her stupidly. But the harm was done. Her blouse was ruined. It 
was thin, dark material, and she knew the stains would never come out, Harry 
pulled her close, pushing her head down onto the cock, and she finished him 
off, sucking what she could, letting him have the sensation, but she was 
sore. Sucking guys could be a big drag. 

 TWO 

Harry let Kitty out at Paula's house after calling first to make sure she 
was home. Paula lived with her mother; her father was dead, and the mother 
worked. Paula often had a boy in her bed until five bells, and she was 
amused at the mess on Kitty's blouse. 

Paula was about Kitty's size, dark and slender, with huge eyes and s small, 
petulant mouth. She had only one fault, if it was a fault. She loved to 
indulge in sex. "I get it from Mom," she said. Mrs. Pearson had been married 
four times and worked as a cocktail waitress in a nightclub. 

"Listen, I can't go home in this rag," Kitty said, stripping off the 
offending blouse "D'you think we can wash it out?" 

"Sure, but it'll never get dry ... why don't you wear one of mine?" 

"That's a great idea." 

Paula laid out several blouses and Kitty took her pick, slipping one on, 
turning this way and that in front of the mirror. 

"Why didn't you screw him?" Paula asked. 

"What?" 

"Harry. He screws like a fox." Paula shrugged and patted Kitty's fanny. 
"Where'd you do it, in his car?" 

"Yeah." Kitty looked at the slender girl. Paula had an innocent face, but 
she had a rep for talking tough. Paula loved four-letter words. Once she had 
told a science teacher to "Fuck off." 

Paula lit a cigarette and shoved the pack toward Kitty. "Harry's got the 
fastest cock in the West. How come he didn't get it in you?" 

Kitty lit her cigarette and blew smoke. She sat on the edge of the bed and 
crossed long, lovely legs, wondering what to tell Paula. "He wanted me to go 
down on him." 

"Just like that?" 

"Well, no." 

"Come on, tell Paula. I've been out in Harry's car, honey, with his cock 
jabbing me." She sat on a facing chair and puffed the cigarette calmly. 

Kitty made up her mind. "I blew him because he couldn't get it in me." 

Paula's big, innocent eyes were round. "You kidding?" 

"Hell, no. I wish I was. My cunt's too small." 

"For crissake!" Paula leaned forward, eyes sparkling. "Lemme see. You mean 
you got it taped up?" 

"No, I was born that way." "Show me." 

Kitty bit her lip. She didn't mind spreading her legs to a boy, but to 
Paula-it seemed indecent. She protested, but Paula insisted. "Who the hell's 
gonna know?" 

In the end she doffed her panties and sat on the bed, legs open. Paula got 
down and inspected her coozie with the greatest interest, even fingering it 
as Kitty squirmed. 

"Don't get me hot, damn you." 

Paula giggled. "Don't worry, honey, I never licked one of these in my life." 

"Put honey on it." 

Paula snickered. She tickled the naked clit with a brazen fingertip. "Does 
it feel good?" "Jesus, of course" 

"But a cock won't go in, huh?" Paula got up, shaking her head. "Maybe a 
doctor could slit it open for you." 

"I thought of that ... I don't know a doc." 

"You're missing a lot of fun, honey." 

"That's what I hear." 

"It's true. And suckin' a guy off is only part of it. I know a guy who knows 
a doctor." "You do? Who is it?" 

"You don't know 'im. A guy named Felix." Paula lit another cigarette. "Felix 
is okay, but he'll want you to be nice to him." Paula smiled. 

"So okay, I'll blow him." 

"He'll like that. He always does. Shall I give him your phone number?" 

Kitty hesitated. She had known for years that she needed the operation. Now 
she wanted it so she could have sex ... the regular way. "What's he like?" 

Paula shrugged and blew smoke. "He's okay. Horny as hell." She giggled. "I 
dunno what he'll do when he finds out he can't get it in you." 

Kitty sighed. "Okay, give him my number." 

Felix called her that evening. He had a nice soft voice on the telephone. 
"Miss Blair? This is Felix." "Oh, hi, Felix." 

"I'd like to see you. Could I come by this evening?" 

Kitty took a deep breath. "Yeah, okay ... about eight, huh?" She gave him 
her address. Kitty lived with her parents who were, like most of middle 

America, addicted to television in the evenings. Her parents had their 
favorite shows, and Kitty checked to see when they were on. One started at 
eight o'clock. 

Felix arrived promptly at eight, and Kitty met him on the front porch and 
took him into the sun room, where her mother did most of the sewing. There 
were several large chairs there, and it was a comfortable though small room. 
Felix was tall and not bad-looking. He had brown curly hair and a nice 
smile. Kitty liked him immediately. She wondered what Paula had told him. 

"My folks're watching TV," she said. "We can talk in here." 

"You're pretty." 

She smiled, seating herself and accepting a cigarette. Felix was giving her 
a good looking over. She had worn a low-necked dress just for him. She was 
proud of her tits, even though she knew her mother disapproved of her short 
skirts, and the way she left her bra off. What were tits for if not to show? 

"How long have you known Paula?" he asked. 

"Oh, a coupla years, I guess." He was making small talk, she thought, not 
knowing precisely what to say to her. She took the bull by the horns. "Paula 
says you're a good lay." 

Felix blinked, then smiled. Slowly he reached out and squeezed one of her 
tits. "What kind of a lay are you, honey?" 

"That's my problem," she said. "Didn't Paula tell you?" 

"Yeah, sort of. She said you need a doctor." He moved his chair closer. His 
face was only inches from hers; she could smell his after-shave. Piney. His 
hand crept up between her thighs and she found herself .allowing it ... even 
moving them apart. 

He asked, "You have a tiny little hole?" 

She could only nod. His hand was there. She bit her lip, feeling the busy 
fingers exploring her pussy. When he touched her hard clit she jerked, and 
he smiled, pouting his lips and kissing her lightly on the mouth. Electric 
shocks were running up and down her spine. She felt warm and her nipples 
were hard as tacks, poking out her dress. His hand closed over her cunt and 
squeezed it gently. 

He whispered, "I can't get my finger in it." That made her giggle. "That's 
why I need the doc." 

She inched forward so he could feel it better. He kissed her and his other 
hand came up and caressed her breasts. Kitty slipped her tongue between his 
lips. In a moment she was breathing hard. Felix was frigging her expertly 
with his fingers. She ran her hand up between his thighs and grabbed at his 
cock. Just then her mother came into the room. Kitty heard her at the last 
moment and pushed his hands away. She knew, from her mother's expression 
that nothing had been noticed, and gave a glad little sigh. 

"Oh, here you are, dear." 

"Hi, Ma," Kitty rose quickly, shielding Felix' body with her own. He had a 
terrific hard-on poking his pants out. Despite the dim light in the sun 
room, her mother might spot it. After all, she knew what a cock was. 

"This is Felix, Ma." 

"How are you, Mrs. Pearson." 

Kitty smiled. "Felix is a friend of Paula's. We were just talking over a 
birthday present for Paula." 

"Oh, how nice." Her mother shook hands with 

Felix, noting that he had short hair and was well dressed. Those were points 
for him. Mrs. Pearson was a dumpy little woman, Well meaning and not 
terribly bright. 

"I just wanted to say hello," she said, edging out. "If you'll excuse me, 
I'm watching a program." 

"Of course, Mrs. Pearson," Felix said with a charming smile. The smile did 
not change as Kitty's hand slid around behind her and felt for his prick. 
She had tight hold of it as Mrs. Pearson left the room, still smiling. 

The instant she was gone, Felix pulled Kitty down to his lap. One hand 
snaked up her thigh and dived into her crotch. The other fondled her tits. 
Kitty embraced him with both hands and glued her mouth to his and their 
tongues entwined. He frigged her urgently. Squirming over the hard cock she 
could feel under her. She panted and gasped. He was trying to make her come. 
She wanted to stop him, to take him outside. Her mother might return at any 
time ... too close. She grabbed him with both hands, hanging on tightly. 
"I-I'm coming,-" she gasped. 

He masturbated her to orgasm, holding her tenderly, kissing her as she 
jerked and bucked in the throes of the engulfing sensation. It was all she 
could do to keep from yelling out, and she muffled her panting by burying 
her head in his chest. Oh, it felt go good! He was perfect at it, jazzing 
her in just the right places, easing it off at just the right time. Perfect. 

She relaxed in his arms, sighing deeply, conscious that the hard cock under 
her was even harder, if that were possible. She squirmed on it, knowing that 
he would enjoy that. 

"I wish I could fuck you," he whispered. 

"I wish you could too." 

"I've gotta get my gun off." 

She sat up, taking deep breaths to bring herself back to normal. "G'mon, 
let's go outside. I'll blow you." 

They slid out the side door, closing it gently behind them. It was dark as 
pitch outside, and she led him around to the back of the house. No one would 
ever look there for them. She ran her hand down his front as they walked, 
grasping the stiff penis through the cloth. His hands roved over her 
backside. She stopped at the garage. There was a bench inside that he could 
sit on while she leaned over him and sucked his cock. "In here. ... " 

But when they reached the bench he turned her around and leaned her over it. 
He flipped up her mini and in a second she heard the soft sigh of his 
zipper, then his cock poked at her rear end. She turned in the gloom and 
looked at him. 

He pushed the cock between her thighs. "Clamp down on it," he whispered. 

"Okay." She squeezed the prick with her thighs, feeling it move back and 
forth against her clit. That felt wonderful! She sucked in her breath and 
leaned over the bench happily. He had a long one and it was sending shocks 
up her body again. His hand came round and held it tightly against her. She 
felt his balls at her backside with every thrust. He was going after it in a 
hurry now, breathing hard and fast She knew she was going to come again too. 
The hard cock was tantalizing her, the bulbous head of it flicking at her 
clit, teasing her, and his fingers then began to tease her more and diddle 
her. Felix knew what a girl needed. 

"I want you to come away someplace with me this weekend," he said in her 
ear, "To meet the doctor, can you?" 

She tried to gather her thoughts. "This weekend?" 

"The sooner we get your hole fixed the sooner I can fuck you." 

She snickered. "Where?" 

"At Rom in. It's about forty miles." 

She nodded, she had been to Romin, a small burg. "Yeah, I guess so." 

Suddenly he was silent and she knew he was close. His breath came hoarsely, 
and he held her tighter, frigging her more urgently. She let herself float 
off into a frothy mist where huge pricks dribbled warm stuff. Her body 
stiffened and she began to jerk helplessly. The orgasm surged through her 
sensuously. She was dimly conscious that he was blowing his wad between her 
legs, and she tried to remember to squeeze his penis. He too was bucking 
over her rump, ramming himself at it. The entire thing was delicious. 

Felix was almost falling down, leaning heavily on her, still twitching. It 
must have felt wild to him too. She felt the sticky jism running down her 
legs. Then he pulled away and turned about, still panting, drooping on the 
bench. "God, that was great." 

Kitty quickly knelt in front of him and took the prick into her mouth. 
Salty. She sucked the goo off it, licking it lustfully. She could see his 
face, a pale, blur in the darkness, watching her, his teeth white as he 
smiled. He liked it. She liked it too. Once she started sucking him she 
didn't want to stop. He sat on the bench after a bit and let her go, 
fondling her dark hair as she mouthed him. "You really know how t'do that" 

"I want you to come." 

He chuckled. "I thought you were kidding when you said you'd blow me." 

She licked it up and down fast and hard. The cock got harder, swollen again, 
the sex smell of him was strong. "Let it come," she urged, tonguing it. 

"Don't worry," he hissed. The cock was hard as steel and she could feel him 
tensing. But it still took her a longer time to make him blow the load. 
Maybe he was holding back. She masturbated it with tight lips and frigged 
the shaft of it with her hand. When he came it was suddenly, and with a kind 
of deep-throated moan. The cock jerked spastically and the warm goo spurted. 
She held the head of it in her mouth and sucked hard as she milked the 
shaft, gulping it down. 

He writhed and twisted, his breath hissing and sucking air. He was enjoying 
it totally, she knew. She sucked the pulsating thing for long, long minutes, 
nursing it, loving it, kissing it deeply. 

At last he said, "I don't think I'll take you to the doctor after all." 

"Why not?" 

He let his breath out slowly. "It might ruin the world's best cocksucker." 

 THREE 

Kitty knew her mother would not object when the subject of the weekend came 
up. "I'm gonna stay with Vi," she said, in passing. She had never before 
mentioned Vi, but her mother only nodded. She had long ago given up 
protesting. After all, Kitty was out of high school. She wasn't a child. So 
it was easy to pack a small bag and meet Felix around the block. It was just 
before noon on Saturday when she got into his car. He cut out immediately, 
patting her round thigh. 

"I've been thinking about you," he said, "ever since the night in the 
garage." 

She pushed close to him on the seat. "You been thinking about me? What?" 

"Every time I do, I get a hard-on." 

Kitty giggled. Her hand slid over his leg and closed around his cock. It was 
just getting hard. She squeezed it and helped it along. When they got out of 
town she unzipped his pants and slid her hand inside. The prick was warm and 
throbbing. She massaged it gently and the tip of it peeked out of the fly. 
She leaned down and licked it as Felix twitched. Then she licked his ear. 
"Want me t'make you come?" 

"Jesus, woman, you'll drive us both off the fucking road." 

"I don't care," she giggled and stretched out on the seat, taking the prick 
in her mouth, laving it gently and lovingly. This was her way of sex unless 
the doctor could cut her cunt open. Maybe he could and maybe he couldn't. 
She sucked the cock, nestling close to him, not trying to make him shoot it. 

She sucked it for a half hour without stopping, then sat up as he slowed the 
car. He was turning off the main road. "Where're we going?" 

"To the doc's cabin, honey." He patted her thigh. "Go back to your work." 

She lit a cigarette instead, holding the prick very firmly, and giving him a 
drag of the cigarette now and then. The road was narrow and twisting, not 
much used, she thought. They passed no other cars. After about twenty 
minutes, Felix turned to the right, onto a dirt track that looked as though 
it hadn't been used for months. "We're almost there," he said. Kitty put his 
prick away and zipped him up. It wouldn't do to arrive holding a man's cock. 

The cabin was of rough wood, but solid-looking. There were trees about and a 
lean-to shed for the car. Felix got out and unlocked the gate which was a 
good distance down the slight hill from the cabin. They drove through and he 
locked the gate again. "Here we are, honey." 

She looked for the doctor when they got out of the car. She saw Felix smile 
He tossed her the key to the door. "Unlock it I'll carry in some of the 
stuff." 

"The doctor!" 

Felix cocked his head at her. "I'm the doc, honey." 

She stared at him. 

"Okay," he said, "I'm not a doctor, but I'm gonna give you what you need, 
honey." He rubbed the front of his pants. 

Kitty took the key and went to unlock the door. So he had tricked her ... 
got her to spend the weekend with him. Well, was it so bad? It was a 
disappointment, but she could see the doctor later. She was going to get a 
lot of sex, she knew. As she opened the door of the cabin, she glanced at 
him. He still had his hard-on. 

It was an ordinary cabin, two bunk beds, table, chairs, a fireplace, 
counter, and cupboards for the kitchen area, a stove and ice box. The walls 
were paneled and there were a few pictures of animals. The front porch faced 
the hills and a lovely valley. It had two chairs and a small coffeetable of 
metal. 

"We'll have lunch here," Felix said, carrying boxes of food into the 
kitchen. As she put it away on the shelves, he rubbed her fanny and pulled 
her panties off. "You've got the cutest butt I ever saw." 

"Flattery." 

He turned her about. "Lemme ask you an important question. Have you ever 
been fucked in the ass?" 

Kitty blinked at him. "In the ass?" Even as she looked startled, she was 
remembering that there had been a lot of talk at school about that very 
thing, ass-fucking. Some of the girls were getting it that way as an 
alternative to having babies, or taking the pill, or whatever. Some of them 
said they liked it. 

She shook her head. "No, I never have." Did he have that in mind? . He 
smiled, "Well, why not?" 

"Honey-in the ass?" 

He put his fingers through his brown hair and gave her a lopsided smile. 
"Come on, honey, you're not a fucking child. It's a way to have fun." 

She bit her lip. "But I'd be too small there." 

"Why? Just because you've got no cunt? You shit, don't you?" 

She turned avay from him, coloring. He gathered her in, caressing her, 
kissing her, "All right, I'm sorry ... forgive me." 

She kissed him back. "Sure. But I would be too small, wouldn't I?" 

"Hell, no. You wanna try?" 

"Will it hurt?" 

"Maybe a little-at first. You'll get damn used to it in a hurry." 

"You sound like an old-timer." 

He smiled. "I am, honey. An old-timer. I promise you, you'll like it." He 
held her tightly, kissing her. "And I promise to make you come that way." 

"Yeah?" 

"Right." 

She nodded. "Okay, let's do it." 

They stripped down, both of them stark naked, and she watched him grease his 
long, hard cock. It jutted out like a thick, meaty spike and she had 
momentary misgivings. How could she ever take that thick thing into her? It 
would split her. But she let him bend her over. She knelt on the couch by 
the fireplace and gripped the back of it hard as she felt his hands roving 
over her buttocks. 

"Now you just relax," he said gently, caressing her buns. "I'm gonna grease 
you too, so just relax. Think relaxation. Don't tighten up." 

She nodded, closing her eyes. The hands roved, one finger moved to her 
ass-hole and rubbed it. She felt herself contract, then forced herself to 
relax. The finger was very greasy, it penetrated her. He oozed it into her 
rosebud. It felt like she had to take a crap. 

"That's right," he said soothingly. "You're doing fine, just fine." He had 
the finger in her as far as it would go. He moved it in and out. It felt 
good. His other hand moved around her and fiddled with her cunt. She could 
feel his big hard cock nuzzling her ass. He worked two fingers into her. 

She looked back at him. He was smiling. "Yeah," he said. "You're gonna be 
great, honey. Now here comes the real thing." 

She grit her teeth, feeling him putting the cock into place. She felt him 
push with his hips. "Oh, Jesus!" she said. The big fat head of it came into 
her. She felt stretched. "Take it easy." 

He didn't move for a moment, letting her get used to it. He was diddling her 
cunt now, trying to get her mind off the rosebud. He asked, "Does it hurt? I 
mean hurt, not just feel big." 

She shook her head. "Huh-uh, it feels like a house, or a horse cock." 

He snickered. "Here it comes, honey. Tell me if it hurts." 

She held her breath, feeling it slide into her. But the head of it had been 
the worst. Now it came in easily, greasily, filling her. Gawd, it was big! 

"Lemme rest," she said. She glanced back. Felix was enjoying it. It must be 
tight around his cock. He was grinning like a shit-eating pup. He nodded at 
her, holding her buttocks with both hands, attached at the pooper. He said, 
"It's almost in, honey." 

"Jazz me some more," she urged. He reached around again and fiddled with her 
clit. The cock came oozing in, deep, hard-and then she felt his body against 
hers. He had it in her all the way. She was no longer a virgin in that 
particular spot. 

He was fucking her in the ass, easing it in and out. Kitty hung her head, 
feeling the bigness of it, getting used to the feel of it. It didn't hurt. 
It felt stretched, but it felt good too. She turned her head and smiled at 
him over her shoulder. 

"Howzitfeel?" 

"Okay. Don't do it too hard." 

He kept fucking it in. "You've got a beautiful ass, honey. Just beautiful." 
He was masturbating her at the same time. She concentrated on that, letting 
him have the ass kicks. His educated finger moved rapidly, bringing her to 
the edge, making her writhe. He could tell she was close-increasing his 
finger-fucking. And then she became conscious that he was really reaming 
her, driving his cock in and out, churning it into her in a frenzy. And it 
felt good! 

He pushed her over the edge into spasms and bucking sensations. She moaned 
and writhed and pushed back against his oozing cock, feeling both his arms 
about her. It was a different feeling orgasm than any she had ever had. It 
was the first time she had been fucked in the ass. She knew then that she 
was going to like it. 

Felix shot his wad into her, surging madly for a long moment, skewering her 
and ramming her, and she loved the feel of it. A man had put his cock inside 
her after all! She drooped as the orgasm dissipated. Felix slid the long 
cock out of her and wiped it off and she flopped onto the couch, feeling as 
though it were still inside her. He gave her a wad of cloth to plug up her 
rear door so the jism wouldn't leak out. 

"I'll get us a drink," he said. "You deserve one, honey, you were 
magnificent." 

"I got screwed, that's all." 

He snickered. "Not a drop of blood." He got the drinks and brought her one. 
"To us, baby, to ass-fucking." 

After dinner they went out onto the porch without putting a light on ... 
without dressing. 

"Sit on my lap," he suggested. 

"You'll get a hard-on." 

"I know. That's what I want" 

Giggling, she sat on his lap, her back to him, and in a little while felt 
his cock rise. She opened her legs wide and felt it come up strongly to 
groove along her slit. She caressed it lovingly as he caressed her breasts. 
"Did you bring the K-Y?" she asked. 

"Of course. Are you sore?" 

"A little. Gimme the tube." He passed it to her and she greased his prick 
with loving care, and squeezed a goop of it inside herself. Then, while he 
waited, grinning, she raised herself and sat on the head of his cock. It 
slowly oozed into her as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes tightly. 
It hurt a little, she was sore, but it hurt good, she told herself. At last 
she was being fucked, if only in the ass. It came in all the way. With a 
sigh, Kitty leaned back against him and his arms came around her, one to 
play with her titties, the other to diddle her. She lit a cigarette and had 
a smoke, relaxing in the curve of his warm body. It felt so good! 

 FOUR 

It felt equally good the next morning. She was on her belly and Felix on her 
back, his cock up her ass-hole, the entire length of it, oozing in and out 
slowly and sensuously. The soreness had almost gone. It felt so delicious 
she could purr. No wonder people got hooked on sex. It was the grooviest. 
This was the way to have fun! If only the guy on her held out. Felix fed it 
to her for an hour, slowly and lovingly. Kitty closed her eyes and dreamed, 
waking to have a nerve-searing orgasm without benefit of his frigging 
finger. She had come with only his cock in her. 

After breakfast she got him on the bed again, kissing him and fondling him, 
sucking his dick a little to get him interested,. Then she greased it and 
herself and he slid it to her again. In another hour she was after him 
again. Kissing him, reaching for his cock and being pushed away. "Hey, give 
a guy a rest, huh?" 

She kissed him more, ducking her mop of hair into his crotch, licking the 
cock, pulling on it, sucking it hard. He had to boot her once more. Then 
later, when she came toward him, a dazzling look in her eyes, Felix flung 
himself out the door and ran. He stayed away for two hours. And when he 
returned, Kitty was pouting. "Why're you avoiding me?" 

"Listen, I can't fuck you all day long, for cris-sakes!" 

"Why not? Why'd you bring me up here?" 

"Well-Jesus, not all day, honey!" He flopped on the couch and spread his 
hands. "A guy needs a rest." 

"How long a rest? You had a couple hours." 

Felix sighed. "I've created a fucking monster!" 

She giggled, "Then fuck me." 

He did, then he took her home. But he had changed her life. She selected 
Tommy Dent to continue her pleasures-only Tommy had no idea of that. He was 
a mop-headed boy, usually pleasant, with a car-that was important, she 
thought. A car was necessary to take them to places they could relax in. 

He came calling one evening and sat sedately on the couch while Mrs. Pearson 
questioned him about campus trouble. "It's terrible the way those students 
are carrying on." 

"It sure is," Tommy agreed. He rose, smiling as Kitty made a face at him 
over her mother's head. Tommy had been snowing her as usual. 

"Don't be too late, dear," her mother said as they went out. 

"Sure, Ma." 

"You smell great," Tommy said, sniffing at her breasts, and she pushed him 
away. She slid into the car and glanced at the house as he ran his hand up 
her leg. She let him push them apart and finger her. He said, "Jeez, lemme 
have a quick bite." 

"Gawd, you're crazy. Get this dumb car moving." 

He snickered and turned the key. They roared off toward the south end of 
town and the river. They had talked about the movies, but she was certain 
that he would try to play some skin games first She slid close to him on the 
seat and when they left the traffic lights behind, ran her hand over his leg 
and grasped his cock tightly. Then she unzipped his pants and took the cock 
out. Nice and stiff and warm. He pulled her close and she curled up to him, 
fondling the bare prick with both hands. 

Ten minutes later he had parked the car by the river, in the gathering 
shadows of a clump of cottonwoods. As soon as the engine died, Tommy slid 
off his seat. He knelt in front of her, pushing her legs apart, and Kitty 
giggled, scooting forward and putting the soles of both feet flat on the 
seat Her cunt was spread bare under his nose, because she hadn't worn 
panties. 

"Ooo, that's it," Tommy said and ducked his head. 

Kitty squealed as his red-hot tongue licked up her slit. Then he glued his 
mouth over the cunt and began to frig her with his tongue. He was good at 
it, stimulating and slithery. He had sucked her before. 

She had a pleasant surprise for him, but she could not bring herself to make 
him stop what he was doing. It was too delicious. He held her buttocks with 
both hands and licked her with a fast, provoking rhythm. He was trying to 
make her come. Kitty concentrated on it. She would like one nice juicy 
orgasm before he put his cock in her ass. 

"Ohhhhh, yeah," she sighed. 

Tommy was slobbering in her box. "Turn it on, baby!" 

She opened her dress so that her bare titties rolled with his wanton attack. 
She stared down at the nipples, dark now in the twilight, and at his bobbing 
head. It was starting ... deep down, the crazy shocks were spinning up and 
down her body, twisting her slightly, making her writhe. Cupping one breast, 
she brought it up to her mouth and licked it. In a moment she groaned, 
bucking hotly, feeling his hands contract to hold her ass firmly. He was 
tonguing her in a frenzy. The orgasm flooded her, shaking her, wringing her 
like a rag, jerking her. She moaned in the sweet pain-pleasure of it, 
twisting helplessly as he mouthed her. It was so goddam good! 

And then, as she began to fade, Tommy brought his long hard prick up and 
pressed it against the pouting lips of her cunt and rubbed it up and down 
furiously. He was trying to make himself come, she realized, and she gave a 
little cry. "Let me have it!" 

He thought she meant in the mouth. He rose, surging upward to straddle her 
and poke the cock at her face. "I mean..." she began, and the cock stuffed 
itself between her lips. She had to grab him, push him back or he would have 
choked her in his rutting passion. He was thrusting and lunging, doing his 
best to frig himself off. 

Kitty fell sideways with him. They lay along the seat, undulating, bucking 
lecherously. She held him tightly and let him fuck the thing between her 
lips. 

He pulled her over so she was sitting on his mouth and his tongue stabbed up 
into her. She had only to hold his cock in her mouth; he was doing the rest, 
fucking it in a frenzy. She felt him boil over. The jism spurted up and she 
gulped at it, swallowing hard and fast as it came. He was in a terrible 
fever, pumping it between her lips without a pause. Kitty managed to get 
most of the goo, milking the shaft of the swollen organ. When he began to 
slow down, she breathed easier, licking the wet thing instead of squeezing 
so hard with her lips. He was still licking her pussy, trying to work his 
hard tongue into her hole. 

It was very pleasant to lay there with him in a cozy sixty-nine. As his cock 
softened, she sucked it lovingly. Sometimes she thought that was the best 
part of a mutual suck fest. The ecstatic reverie that followed a good hot 
orgasm. They sucked each other for a long, long time. 

Then finally she got up, wanting him to put it into her. She had sucked it 
almost hard again. She knew it would quickly grow to the desired size as 
soon as she wanted it. 

"I wanna get fucked," she whispered. 

"Oh, sure, baby." Tommy sat up, sighing, wiping his mouth clean of cunt 
sauce. "I can't get my cock in that little pinhole of yours." 

"Yes you can." 

He laughed. "Baby, I tried it before, remember?" 

She licked his lips and her hand toyed with the half-hard cock. "Y'want me 
to show you a new game?" 

"Yeah? What?" 

She bit his ear then whispered into it "It's called ass-fucking." 

"Huh!? " He was startled. 

"Don't you wanna try it?" 

He chuckled. His hand ran down her thigh and up under her. She squirmed as 
it felt for her rosebud. He said, "Are you serious?" 

"Of course." He was rubbing her tight little opening and it felt good. She 
had sensations around the anus. Now she wanted him desperately. She licked 
his mouth. "Please?" 

"I don't think it'll go in, baby." 

"Yes it will." She squirmed around, finding her purse and fishing for the 
K-Y. "Put this stuff on your cock and it'll go Okay." 

"Jesus," he said. He looked at the tube and smelled it. Kitty got on her 
hands and knees on the seat and waited. She reached out and squeezed his 
cock. It was hard now, plenty hard enough. She smiled at him. He seemed to 
jump into action. He squirted a gob of the stuff out and greased his prick 
in a hurry. Then he turned about and she felt his fingers greasing her. In 
another moment he was behind her and she could feel the cock at her door. 
She squirmed as his finger went into her, leading the way. The big prick 
followed closely. It didn't hurt at all; it felt wonderful. Tommy was 
breathing hard. He hadn't expected to fuck her. He was excited. 

"Not too hard," she breathed. He was pressing her to the back of the seat. 
She hung over it, closing her eyes, feeling-feeling-just feeling. The cock 
slid in, oozed in, filling her. Delicious. His body felt delightful, curled 
around her buttocks, undulating, beginning to fuck it in and out. 

"It doesn't hurt?" he asked. 

"Not at all, it feels beautiful." 

"I'm a son of a bitch! Baby, the fucker's in you all the way!" He thumped 
against her to prove it. 

"Yeah, it feels like it." 

He pumped her for a minute. "You musta done this before, huh?" 

She giggled. "Why would you think that?" 

"I know goddam well you have." He reached around and fondled her breasts. 
"Jeez, that's tighter'n any cunt I've ever been in." 

Kitty clamped down on him and he chuckled. She continued to clamp down. 
Tommy was hot as hell, beginning to fuck her in a feverish humping. 

She eased up a little on the pressure. She didn't want him to shoot his load 
too fast. "Play with me," she whispered. 

His hand slid over her cunt and he toyed with the hard little clit. Kitty 
writhed, purring like a well-fed cat-he was feeding it into her wasn't he? 
She pushed back, getting the cock embedded as deeply as it would go, while 
he kept up the friction with little jabbing movements, frigging her cunt at 
the same time. He was a better lover than she had thought. He had brought 
her to a twitching, nerve-searing state. 

It was fantastic how good it felt. She was dreamy, panting a little, but in 
a rapture. And far off, she could feel the orgasm on its way. Tommy had 
steadily increased his thrusting. He was driving it in with a surging, 
rocking vigor that made the car shake and squeak. He hadn't long to go. 

"Wait," she gasped. "Wait for me." 

"Hurry up then," he said hoarsely. 

He drove her to the climax. Kitty felt like she was rushing headlong into a 
smear of color and light. The first tingle clutched her and she cried out. 
Tommy grunted and increased his efforts in a last mighty ramming and 
thrusting. Kitty screamed as the orgasm jerked her, twisting her body. She 
bucked, shoving and squirming to get more friction, holding the seat with 
desperate hands. Tommy was seemingly berserk, plunging, stabbing and panting 
for breath. Once the cock almost came out and he cried out sharply, fighting 
to get inside her again. She allowed herself to slide down, to fall in a 
heap on the seat. Tommy continued to fuck the thing in for long, delicious 
moments, but she was worn out. Dragged out, limp. How wonderful could sex 
get? His cock slid out of her at last, and he flopped beside her as though 
drugged. Long minutes later he was able to sit up and find cigarettes for 
them. "Jesus Christ, honey, I shot my wad for tomorrow an' the day after." 

She giggled. "I told you it'd be good, huh?" 

He gave her a lit cigarette. "That's the most That is the goddam most!" 

She had a folded wad of tissues over her ass-hole, mopping up the mess. When 
she felt his weenie it was wrinkled. He really had given her a load. She 
wondered if he'd be able to get it up again. She wanted one more of those 
before the evening was over. 

They went riding for an hour. She wanted to hold his cock but he said it 
would be better if she let it recuperate on its own. So they talked about 
school and parents, and how it was tough to get a job. "The fuckin' 
establishment won't hire kids," Tommy said. 

"You've got a job," she said. 

"Hell, I work for my uncle. He's a shit, but my old man talked him into it. 
Soon's I get some dough I'm moving out. I got an apartment in mind." 

Kitty thought about that all the rest of the way. His own apartment It 
sounded groovy as hell! Then she wouldn't have to screw in cars. Tommy could 
give it to her in a bed. 

He parked the car down the street and they walked down her driveway in the 
dark with Tommy feeling her ass. He was plenty hot again. When she felt for 
him, he had already unzipped himself and the cock was sticking out It made 
her giggle. In the garage he pushed her against the bench and got behind her 
in a hurry. She had to stop him and give him the tube of grease. "Otherwise 
it'll hurt." Then he pulled her down on it. This time it went in like a 
greased eel and she giggled softly, feeling it fill her again. She bent over 
and Tommy fucked it in, diddling her provokingly at the same time. She 
clamped down on him still thinking about the apartment. 

 FIVE 

"Do it slower, for crissake," Kitty said, turning her head on the pillow. 
She didn't want him to shoot too soon. 

Willy Frank chuckled. He squirmed on her back, his cock in her, impaling her 
like a thick, swollen spear. Goosing her deliciously, he moved his fingers 
on her clit and felt her delightful sphincter pressure. 

They were in his folks' house, in his own room in fact. The folks were out 
to the theater and wouldn't be back till midnight. They had lots of time. He 
had been in her about a half hour. 

When Tommy Dent had told him what a crazy ass she had, he had looked her up 
instantly. "How about a date, honey?" 

She had looked at him. "To do what, huh?" 

There was no one about. Willy had leaned close and grinned at her. "How 
'bout going somewhere so's we could screw?" 

That had made her giggle, but she had said okay. And they had wound up in 
his bed. Tommy had been right. She went ape for a little cuntlicking. He had 
made her convulse with his tongue, and then she had flopped on her stomach 
and purred while he fed the cock up her ass. He hadn't been too sure that 
Tommy hadn't been handing him a line of shit, but as soon as he'd got his 
hands on her pussy he knew it was true. He couldn't get his finger into her. 

She'd offered to show him a new game then, and Willy didn't tell her that he 
already knew the rules. He just slid on her and oozed it into the nook. She 
wasn't the first girl he'd plugged in the butt. But she seemed to enjoy it 
more than any of the others. She yelped and moaned when she got her rocks 
off, and afterward he got up and made sure the windows were closed. It might 
sound to the neighbors as though he were torturing a girl. 

She kept him in a state of erection, by kissing him and fondling him, even 
egging him to put it back into her. 

"You're an ass freak, honey." 

Kitty giggled. "You turned me on. Aren'tcha gonna to finish the job?" 

Willy jazzed his penis, making sure it was rigid as he climbed on her. 

Rod Jenkins took her in his car to the cabin. She had heard about this cabin 
from a few of the girls. Paula Pearson had been here, and it was the place 
for some wild blowouts. It wasn't much, a plain wooden shack with a tar 
paper roof. It stood on the slope of the hill and the road to get to it was 
terrible. They had to go in low gear most of the last mile. "Nobody bothers 
us," Rod said, "that's why we don't fix the road." 

There was a Honda sitting by the shack when they arrived, and Kitty was only 
slightly surprised to see Nick Ready's round face in the doorway. Nick was 
smiling; that meant he knew that Rod was bringing her, and for a second 
Kitty had misgivings. Two guys? 

"Nick's a good shit," Rod said. "You don't mind, huh?" 

Kitty asked, "What if I did?" Rod laughed. 

Inside the shack were double bunk beds on each side of the room. There was a 
table and several chairs, a cupboard stocked with canned goods, and a 
kerosene lamp. 

As she inspected the place, both of them looked at her hungrily. Kitty 
pretended she didn't notice them flipping a coin. When Rod came over to her, 
smiling, she knew he had won the toss. "Let's do it," he said. "I'm itchin'. 
" 

She glanced at Nick automatically. Rod said, "He'll take a walk." 

Nick grinned, stocky and round-shouldered. "Yeah, and don't take all day." 
He went out, leaving the door open. 

Kitty wanted to protest-she didn't care for the open and shut case; after 
all a girl-likes to be romanced a little. But when she turned back to Rod 
she was startled to see his butt was bare. He had slid his shoes to one side 
and pushed his pants down. He was fast at it. His big penis was jutting out, 
hard as a broom handle. 

"That mother-fucker's for you, baby." Grinning, he wrapped his arms about 
her, capturing both tits and squeezing them, then reaching for her twat. She 
could feel the prong shoving at her. And that made her want it. He stripped 
her panties off and she climbed onto a bunk. He was right behind her, 
jabbing her buttocks with the cock. She lay facedown and he got on her, 
panting a little in his eagerness, squeezing the grease on his cock. "Oh, 
you got a beautiful ass, honey." he gasped. 

She looked back at him waiting. His knees were outside hers. He was leaning 
over her back, working the head of it at her rosebud-it felt good and she 
writhed. Then it came in, big and strong, ready for anything. She heard Rod 
grunt as he shoved it hard and felt her tightness. He lay flat her back and 
his arms squirmed around her, finding tits and pussy. She relaxed and let 
him have his humping fun, driving himself into her, hissing in her ear. 

Now she was glad she'd come. "Oh, fuck the shit out of me!" She sighed 
happily as he rammed her butt. When she clamped down on his dick he sucked 
in his breath, "Yeahhhhhh." 

Then he settled down to a regular humping rhythm, feeding her the long 
wiener in heavy doses, enjoying the friction. Kitty felt his kisses on her 
cheek, his hands molding her breasts and the delicious fullness of his cock. 
It was dreamy. She let herself go, and an orgasm rocked her. Rod was 
surprised. He wrung her out, eased her off and when she had subsided, was 
still booting her. 

"I didn't know you could have one this way..." 

"Of course I can." 

"You sure can, baby. You're too much, you know that?" 

"I'm an ass freak," she said dreamily. 

Rod got his gun off, driving and thrusting like a madman, making the bunk 
squeak. She clamped him for a last couple of minutes and squeezed it out of 
him like toothpaste from a tube. He was in a frenzy, pounding her tail, and 
when it was over, he didn't want to get off her. 

Nick came in the door, kicking the frame, "Hey, how 'bout it?" 

"Fresh pussy!" yelled Rod. "Getcher nice, fresh pussy ... fryin' hot!" 

Kitty blushed, "Cut it out." 

Nick came over to the bunk. "Geez, it smells like you crazies had a piece 
already. Come on, Nickie's got a short fuse." 

Rod was easing it in and out again, half hard. He grinned down at Kitty, 
smiling happily. "She-likes it," he said. 

Nick growled. "Let's go." 

Rod turned an innocent eye on him. "You got it hard, pal?" 

"Harder'n brass nuts." "Let's see it." 

Nick unzipped in a second, yanking his cock out Kitty lifted her head, 
staring at the big swollen penis. It was sticking out of Nick's pants 
evilly. He waggled it, then he grabbed Rod and pulled. Rod rolled off her, 
snickering, and let himself be pushed to one side. Nick was on her with 
cat-like speed. 

Kitty gasped, and then the cock was in her. He was quicker than Rod, but it 
felt the same inside her. He was ramming and thrusting, pounding her fanny 
in a surging burst of animal fever. Rod, lighting a cigarette beside the 
bunk, laughed. "Lookit the boy wonder go!" Nick ignored him. 

Kitty put her head down on the pillow, closing her eyes. It felt wonderful. 
She looked up. at a burst of music. Rod had brought in a radio. Janis Joplin 
was singing "Turtle Blues," and it made shivers go up and down her spine. A 
girl ought to have a cock in her when Janis sang. It made it that much 
better, she thought. By the end of the song she had another orgasm. It felt 
gooey, utterly delicious. Nick struggled on her back, writhing and pumping 
in a sinuous rhythm, never seeming to notice that she had gone over the 
edge. 

After a bit, Rod was on her again, feverishly assaulting her buttocks, then 
jerking in release. Nick relieved him, and Kitty was drugged with orgasms; 
the bunk was sopping under her, and the cabin was dark. It was very late 
when they dragged themselves outside and breathed in the cold night air. She 
felt drained and lightheaded. On the way home she curled up on the seat by 
Rod and went fast asleep. 

That weekend Harry Corell came by and took her to the beach in his dark red 
Mustang. "We're havin' a bash," he said. "We'll swing by and pick up Paula 
and sone guy ... I dunnowho." 

The guy was a wiry, dark-mustachioed cat named Chad. Paula seemed very high 
on him. She was dressed in a mini and red sweater that showed off her 
braless tits very well, and as soon as they were in the car she curled up in 
Chad's arms in the corner of the back seat. 

Harry tooled the car south, glancing into the rear-view mirror to watch. 
"Jesus, they're kissing like it's illegal, for crissake. Cut it, you guys 
make me horny." 

Paula giggled. "Don't watch the passengers then." 

Harry drove to a place where the dunes swept down to the ocean's edge, 
making a scalloped beach in a secluded cove. There was a large shack where 
beer was sold, and some groceries. The cove was a favorite gathering place, 
off the main road where the squares wouldn't go. 

They arrived at noon and the atmosphere was easy, lazy. A dozen people were 
swimming, nude, and Paula stretched like a cat, pulling off her sweater, 
walking from the car with naked tits bouncing. 

"Let's juice," Harry said. 

"I wanna swim," Paula said. "Come on, Chad." She stripped off her clothes 
and tossed them into a pile, conscious of Harry's lecherous stares. She 
shook her ripe titties at him with an innocent, wide-eyed look and ran for 
the water. Chad shoved his pants off, exposing a long, half-hard penis that 
dangled meatily. "We'll split the beer, huh?" he said to Harry, then ran 
after Paula. 

Harry groused, "I gotta carry the fuckin' beer." 

"I'll help you, for God's sake," Kitty said. 

They bought the beer at the store then walked back into the dunes, pausing 
to pick up Harry's radio. The place was not crowded; there was plenty of 
space for all. Harry tuned the radio to rock and settled down with an 
opener, his back to the dune grass, looking out to the beach. Paula and Chad 
were in the surf, running, chasing, and falling down. When they fell down 
Chad always seemed to fall on top. "He's gonna fuck her right there on the 
goddam beach." Harry said, tipping up a can. 

Kitty too was watching as she sipped the beer out of the can, reclining 
beside Harry. He slid an arm about her, fondling her breasts casually. She 
finished the can before Chad and Paula came in from the water. Then Chad 
went to the car for the blanket and towels. He spread the blanket on the 
sand near them and helped Paula dry herself. 

The two naked bodies so close seemed to wake Harry up. He pulled Kitty's 
hand down over his fly and she grabbed his cock and squeezed it. Paula was 
batting Chad's cock around with wrists and elbows, and the thing was 
practically rigid. Kitty slid her hand down Harry's waistband inside his 
pants so she could fondle his naked organ. It was hard and pulsing. She knew 
it must be readily apparent to the other couple what she was doing. They 
didn't pay much attention. Chad was whispering in Paula's ear, making her 
giggle. His hand went about her shoulders; occasionally slipping down to 
caress her bare bottom, patting it and rubbing it 

Harry opened more beer, feeding her some of it as he unfastened her blouse. 
He finished a can, tossed it away and said, "Honey, gimme a tit chaser." 

Kitty had to let go of the penis. She moved up, rubbing her tits in his 
face, hodling her blouse on her shoulders so that what they were doing was 
hidden from passersby. It felt good when Harry sucked them, one after the 
other, and licked them thoroughly. Hearing a sigh from Paula, Kitty turned 
her head. Paula was on her back, scissoring Chad. He was holding her 
tightly, kissing her deeply. His body was undulating as he fucked her. 

"I wanna go swimming," Kitty said. Harry was horny, eager to get his cock 
into her, but she insisted. Stripping off her clothes, she ran across the 
sand into the cold water. Three guys yelled to her and one splashed toward 
her, swimming through the curling waves. 

She didn't go far, only as far as she could stand, jumping up as the waves 
rolled in. It was warm as soon as she was wet, and she felt like a seal. She 
had forgotten the stranger until he was almost on her, swimming strongly, 
grinning at her, hair plastered down. 

"Hey, doll, what's your name?" His hands were around her. Kitty yelped, 
feeling his big erection poking at her. She turned in his grasp, felt the 
thing slide between her legs as she fought him. He had both tits and was 
pushing her down onto the cock. She threshed, jerking and twisting. 
"Goddammit!" He couldn't hold her, grabbing at arms and legs, swearing. She 
heard Harry's voice, "Lay off-hey you-" 

The guy noticed Harry and paused. "You with him?" r 

"Yeah," Kitty said. He was a nice-looking guy, reddish hair and freckles. He 
had a terribly hard dick. Then he swam away as Harry approached. 

"Who wazzat?" Harry asked. 

"I dunno ... " Harry's cock was equally hard. She seized it and Harry 
embraced her. 

"Let's ball, honey. Turn around." 

She turned, feeling his hands roving over her backside. He got his penis 
lodged in her crack, then his fingers helped and he worked it into her 
easily, slowly, pushing, oozing-and she shoved back against it. It came in, 
big and swollen, looking for fun. His hands came around her and he kept 
working it with his loins, in and out, deliciously. 

"Jesus, I been wanting that all day." 

"Me too," she said. 

"D'you know those two are fucking on the beach?" 

"Yeah. So's everybody else, I guess." 

Harry worked up a good rhythm, standing flat-footed on the bottom, lifting 
her easily and pulling her onto the cock. It was very pleasant, just 
floating, letting Harry do the work-there wasn't much she could do anyway. 
His hands tumbled her breasts about. Fondling them, and one finger played 
with her clit, teasing it so that she squirmed. She clamped down on his 
dick, loving the tempo he was setting. After a bit, Paula and Chad came into 
the surf and waved at them. Kitty waved back. Harry growled, "Don't get 'em 
out here. I'm gonna get my rocks off." 

She giggled as Paula dived into the surf and began swimming toward them. 
"Shit," Harry said. He held her tighter and began to fuck hard and fast. 

Paula came up in a cascade of water, with Chad close behind. "Ain't it 
great?" Her dark hair was flattened against her head, huge eyes sparkling. 
"Jeez, I can't stand up here." 

"I'll hold you," Chad offered, embracing her from behind. 

The water pushed them together, and Kitty felt someone's curious hand 
straying up between her legs. Chad winked at her. "Hey, you guys are 
balling!" 

"Whatcha think?" Harry growled. 

The waves pushed them together again and Kitty felt Paula's hard nipples 
against her own. Paula was snickering; they were locked together for long 
moments, Kitty realized that Paula was kissing Harry over her shoulder. She 
reached around Paula's slender body, feeling for Chad. His mouth came 
against her own, his tongue invading. Harry's hand had left her pussy, but 
someone was rubbing it urgently as Kitty writhed in delicious torment. 

 SIX 

White water creamed over her head and Kitty fought to the surface. The waves 
seemed to be coming faster and harder. For a moment she was alone, then 
Paula's slim body rose from the green water only yards away; Paula was 
yelling, not angrily, and Kitty saw that Harry was holding her. Harry was 
probably trying to screw her. 

She turned and made for the sand and discovered Chad close by her. He chased 
her through the shallow water and through the dunes to their radio and 
towels. 

"God, I'm hungry," Chad said. "Let's get something on and go over to the 
store, huh?" 

"Okay." She dried herself, feeling his eyes on her. But his cock was only 
half interested; perhaps Paula had taken a lot out of him, for the moment. 

They bought crackers and cheese and some wine that Chad liked. "It's good 
fyou." 

There was a big poster proclaiming Funky Fat Rock Night by the sea. A rock 
concert on the sand that night. Kitty heard a girl asking, "Is there gonna 
be a band?" 

"Hell, no, records, honey," a guy said. "Nobody's gonna come way the fuck 
out here." 

Kitty went back to the dunes with Chad and they sat, looking at the 
sparkling ocean, eating the crackers and cheese, drinking the wine, Paula 
and Harry were still in the water. The sun was very low, Kitty rolled onto 
her back, squinting at the darkening sky. She felt Chad come down on the 
blanket beside her. "Geez, I think I'm gettin' hard. You wanna ball?" 

She looked at him. He had on jeans and a shirt, and the jeans were poked 
out. Reaching down, she felt it He had a hard-on all right "I d'wanna go 
back in the water," she said. "We can do it here." He was rubbing her belly, 
working the hand down to her nook. 

Kitty snickered. "I'm not like other girls, you know that?" 

"Yeah, I know." His hand slid up between her legs and fingers dragged over 
her hard clit "I'll put you in the mood." 

He was jazzing her lightly, feather-fingering the clit, making her squirm 
slightly. She rolled and kissed him, licking his lips. Chad wasn't nard to 
take. She wasn't wearing panties and his fingers kept straying back across 
her anus, tickling it That felt good. 

"Lick me, huh?" 

"Okay." He squirmed down the blanket and she turned, opening her legs and 
putting it right in his face. His first warm lick made her moan and twist, 
then his mouth was glued over her cunt and he was going after her, with lips 
and tongue, in an oscillating fever. 

She had thought she would need warming up-but she was twitching in a second, 
flaming and sensuous as he sucked her clit. Kitty writhed on the blanket, 
immersed in the frothy, tantalizing feel of his mouth. Chad was a wonderful 
licker. His tongue continually wandered down over her anus, bathing it, 
tickling it, which made her jerk and suck in her breath. 

She heard muted voices, and it crossed her mind that Harry and Paula were 
returning, but it was impossible to move. What Chad was doing was too 
delicious. A guy and a girl came trudging past the dunes and saw them at the 
last second. "Gawd,' the guy said, "they're squirming everywhere." He waved 
at her, a flash of white teeth in the gathering gloom. Kitty had the 
strength to wave back. She heard the girl giggle. 

She was beginning to feel the first stirrings of her orgasm, when Paula ran 
around the dune and slid to her knees beside them. Harry was close behind. 
Both of them were naked and wet. 

"Lookit, they're having a seance," Paula tittered. 

Chad didn't stop for a second. Kitty loved him for it. "Go screw or 
something, huh?" she said. 

"We've been screwing," Paula giggled. She sat on one side and Harry on the 
other. They were panting. Harry found cigarettes and lit two, passing one to 
Paula. Then he was caressing her tits and Kitty purred. Paula gave her a 
drag on the cigarette. 

"God, that looks good," Paula snickered. 

"Lissen," Harry said, "you just been fucked six ways from breakfast." 

"So," Paula countered, "you too, y'know." She looked at Harry's limp whang, 
then moved slightly so she could handle Chad's hard organ. It was rigid, and 
she quickly moved so she could fondle it with both hands. Then she ducked 
her head and licked it. 

Harry watched her with bright eyes. Then he lifted Kitty gently and turned 
her head. He put his cock between her lips and Kitty sucked it contents 
edly. It grew longer immediately. 

Kitty was writhing; her orgasm was coming with the speed of a jet-and then 
she boiled over. She lost Harry's cock, bucking wildly as the sensation 
gripped her and wrung her out. Chad seemed to know exactly what to do to 
inflame her more. Harry was holding her threshing body, kissing her 
cheeks-it was a beautiful experience. The voluptuous convulsions came 
rolling over her in waves, generated by Chad's tongue and mouth. It was 
excruciating pain-pleasure and she cried out, tossing her head, humping 
herself at Chad. He led her to the top of the hill and let her down easy on 
the other side, lapping her all the way, easily, tapering her ... loving 
her. 

When she opened her eyes again, he was still mouthing her sweetly, gently, 
tongue hardly moving. Harry's hard cock was poking her cheek, and Paula was 
sucking Chad very hard and fast, going after it in a frenzy. 

Kitty sighed in deep contentment, watching Paula suck him off. 

The Funky Fat Rock Night was not the biggest affair, but loud. They sat, the 
four of them, on the sand in front of the stage area, a makeshift stage and 
backdrop of rattan mats. There were thirty or forty couples scattered in 
huddled groups on the dark sands, blanketed and robed, in the fog of grass. 
A fuzzy head was hawking pot, going from group to group, whispering and 
snickering. 

Kitty leaned back against Harry, the blanket around them both, his hands 
feeling her tits cozily. A changing light show was flashing on a wide 
screen, strobes were blinking. Unseen amplifiers were blasting the music 
toward the sea. Shock waves of music seemed to make her entire body vibrate. 
It was a splitting thing ... crazy. She pulled Harry's hand down and 
directed his fingers into her snatch. Near them a girl moaned loudly and 
Kitty peered to see her legs moving in the air, light reflected off them. A 
guy was on her, holding her down, feeding her the meat 

"Get it hard," she heard Paula say. Kitty turned her head, grinning at the 
other in the funky light Paula and Chad were close by them, Paula seemed to 
be sitting on his lap, despite the covering blanket She was rocking herself 
back and forth, smiling. Chad looked tired. 

Feeling down under herself, Kitty found Harry's cock but it was lukewarm. 
She massaged it briskly, hearing Harry sigh in her ear. He was going good, 
frigging her with a raging tempo, and the more he did it the more she wanted 
it in her. She was writhing, turning her head to kiss him, squeezing and 
pulling at his cock, but it didn't get any harder. The poor thing had had a 
lot of girl flesh. 

She had to be content with the diddling. It sounded like Paula was getting 
it, but she couldn't be sure, maybe it was only frigging too. Somewhere 
behind them, in a dip of the music, a girl moaned, "Man, I'm comin'. " 
Several male voices laughed. 

Kitty sagged back against Harry and let herself go-in a nice low-key orgasm 
that jerked her wickedly for a moment and set her to panting. In the midst 
of it she thought she felt his cock expanding and fattening ... but when she 
could reach it again, the thing had started withering, hardly pressing her 
bare round fanny at all. 

Then came an intermission. The light show went off, and someone lit a flock 
of candles that were placed here and there about the stage. They flickered 
interestingly and gave a small amount of light All around them people were 
stretching and lighting cigarettes, muted voices chattering. A guy near them 
said, "Man, I jus' shot my fourth wad. I'm gonna fly home t'night." 

Paula giggled. "I'm thirsty. Gimme some dough and I'll go get the beer, 
huh?" 

Kitty rose. "Yeah, I'll go with you." 

Harry gave her some bills and she walked around to the grocery shack with 
Paula. A dozen others had the same idea. Paula pulled her to one side. 
"Jesus, Chad tried to give it to me in the ass." She snickered. "It hurts." 

"You have to grease it, dummy." 

"It still hurts." Paula smiled at a bearded guy in an Indian headband. The 
guy moved closer. "Hey, he's cute," she said, pushing against Kitty. 

The store was crowded; there were three clerks now, all men. They went to 
the back where the beer was stacked and the guy with the headband came with 
them, shirtless, his blue jeans dirty with grease. He pressed closely to 
Paula. "Hi, I'm Benny, who're you?" 

Paula laughed and batted at the front of the guy's pants. "Hey, is that 
thing loaded?" 

"like nature intended, honey. C'mon, what's your name?" 

"Paula. This's Kitty." 

"Hi," Kitty said. Benny had a kind of animal magnetism that was drawing her 
as well as Paula. She wanted to reach out and feel the prick she knew was 
just inside those jeans. And Benny seemed to sense what she was thinking. 
With a quick glance Over his shoulder, he unzipped and hauled the cock out. 
He put it into Paula's hand, grinning at Kitty. 

"Oooo, God, it's fat," Paula said, squeezing it. 

"It's waiting for you." Benny moved it in her grasp lewdly. His left hand 
went up under Paula's skirt, his right slid up Kitty's leg. Kitty moved very 
close and her hand went down to the cock, warm and hard. Benny kissed her. 
He had discovered that neither girl wore panties. Kitty felt his questing 
finger at her slit. 

Benny said, "C'mon, let's go out the back for a sec." 

Kitty felt herself propelled along. His hand remained on her butt, caressing 
it Paula was giggling like a school girl. They went to the rear door, into 
the darkness, and Benny said, "This way." He seemed to know where he was 
going. They followed him without question. Kitty had an impression of 
stacked crates and a truck-it was pitch black. Benny's arm guided her, and 
then he stopped. 

Kitty waited, trying to get adjusted to the dim light. She heard Paula 
squeak then say, "Oooooo, Jesus." Paula was sitting on a crate, legs spread 
wide, and Benny was standing in front of her. Benny's arm came out of the 
blackness, circling her and drawing her very close. Kitty pressed up against 
him and Paula, feeling his motion as he fucked her. His hand caressed her 
bare bottom; she squirmed when his fingers slid over her anus and tickled 
herd it. 

He made her come. Paula squeaked, jerked and began to moan aloud. Benny 
continued to feed her the meat, hard and surging. He let go of Kitty and 
used both hands on Paula, holding her and slamming the cock into her. Kitty 
bit her lips, almost feeling the deliciousness of it, aroused to a pitch by 
Paula's ecstasy. 

"Oh, my God!" Paula breathed. "Don't stop, don't stop." 

"I wasn't going to," Benny chuckled. 

He gave it to her till she subsided, wriggling in a sexual luxury, purring 
like a curling cat, legs about his body. 

Benny reached out and patted her butt and Kitty slid against him. She wanted 
it badly. Her dress was up, and she leaned over the crate, presenting him 
her round backside. He could feel her position. "That's how you want it?" 

"She's an ass freak," Paula giggled. 

"They're the best kind," Benny said. 

Kitty felt him at her fanny, the long, hard organ poking up under her. He 
hadn't come in Paula. He guided it with delicate fingers, rubbing the big 
head of it over her rosebud, pushing, oozing. 

His penis was slimy with Paula's spend, and Kitty felt it ooze inside. The 
head of it was in her, and Benny leaned forward, pressure alone forcing the 
cock to bury itself. Then his loins moved, subtly, goosing her with the 
cock, sinking it in deeper and deeper. 

"Howzit feel?" Paula asked. 

Kitty moaned in rapture. The prick was in her as far as it would go. He was 
jogging it, in and out, teasing her. She clamped down on it and she felt him 
jerk. Then he began to ram her with it, hot and provokingly. He held her 
tightly, so she could feel his sinuous body glued to hers, moving, 
undulating, pulsing. It was lovely. 

"Does it feel good?" Paula asked. 

"Crazy," Benny breathed. 

"Do it t'me then," she said. 

"Later, honey." 

He worked up a fast rhythm, already fired by Paula's cunt, and Kitty knew he 
was going to pop. She relaxed her muscle spasms, hoping to slow him down. It 
felt so good! 

He lasted another five minutes and then exploded. Kitty felt it spurting and 
her orgasm followed, brought on partly by her own frigging finger. She could 
have lasted an hour, she thought. But it was delicious just the same and she 
writhed lustfully, gorged on the swollen cock. Benny took a long time to 
taper off, as though he hated to call a halt to the fun. 

Finally he kissed them both, leading them back to the store, then 
disappearing into the night. They picked up the beer, paid for it and 
slipped out to slog through the sand to where Harry and Chad were sitting. 

"Gawd, don't tell them," Paula said. 

Harry wondered where the hell they'd been. Paula informed them archly that 
the store was crowded. During the second half of the concert, Harry got his 
cock into her again as she sat on his lap. It was very pleasant. She didn't 
get home till four in the morning. 

 SEVEN 

During the following week big changes occurred. On the vague promise of a 
job from an auto rental office, Kitty took an apartment with another girl, 
Marsha, whom she had met at a party. Marsha had a rep as a swinger. Kitty 
had heard Rod Jenkins talking about Marsha-"She's got calluses on her cunt." 

However, Marsha was a good egg, Kitty thought, and she got her clothes and 
belongings together and moved in. The first night she was there, Kitty was 
surprised when Marsha brought a man home with her, John something-or-other. 
John stayed all night and Kitty could hear the bedsprings moving for hours. 
It made her a little hot. 

In the morning John was gone and Marsha apologized. "I shouldn't have let 
him stay on your first night here, but I guess I got horny." 

"I didn't mind." 

Marsha was blonde, shapely and had a lush mouth. "I don't have a steady 
boyfriend, honey. Do you?" 

Kitty shook her head. "No." "What's your hang-up?" "Huh?" 

Marsha grinned. "Come on, honey, we're roommates now. How d'you like your 
kicks?" 

Kitty giggled. "I'm an ass freak." Marsha laughed aloud. "I didn't believe 
it! Somebody told me that ... but you are!" "Why not?" 

"Yeah, why not?" Marsha lit a cigarette and pushed the pack across the 
breakfast table. "I've had it that way myself, but not as a steady diet. 
What's the attraction? Maybe I'm missing something." 

Kitty explained about her physical problem and Marsha made an O with her 
mouth. 

It was Marsha who introduced the political influence into Kitty's life. In 
the form of a man named Fred. Fred was slim and intense, with compelling 
eyes and plenty of ego. 

Marsha left her alone with Fred for a few moments, but said in a whisper, 
"Watch him, honey, he's got a permanent hard-on." 

Fred had used the few moments to good advantage, pressing her up against the 
sink so she could feel his hard cock against her fanny. "I like you, baby." 

"You're cute too," she managed to say, and then Marsha returned. They went 
to the movies, and afterward Fred hung around for coffee. Kitty was already 
in bed, and he came in and slid a hand down under the covers. She woke to 
find him fondling her tits. 

Kitty struck out with the auto rental firm; the job did not come through 
until the manager was fired. A new manager took over the firm, a younger 
man, George Bellows. It took a week, but Bellows saw her, liked her, gave 
her a job and took her out on a date. He was a married man with a picture of 
his wife and two kids on his desk. She sucked him off in his car, and went 
inside to find Marsha and Fred in bed. She stood in the doorway and told 
them. "I got a job, kids-we ought to celebrate!" 

A small party was arranged for the weekend. Fred brought the liquor and two 
of his friends, Huey and Gil. Huey was fat, overweight; Gil was tall and 
skinny. Both talked politics as much as Fred did. Gil brought Libby Wirth, a 
shapely redhead with lush tits; Paula brought Chad. 

With three drinks in him, Fred was talkative, and full of anger. "It's the 
fucking establishment in this town! A young guy hasn't got a chance. What we 
need is a new party." 

Marsha asked, "How can you start a new party?" 

"You just do. How the hell you think the old ones got going?" 

"But they've been around." 

Kitty went into the kitchen to refill drinks and Chad wandered in, helping 
her to put ice in the glasses. "I didn't know you'd moved out. I been 
wanting to ball you." 

Kitty squeezed his cock. "You're a darling." She bounced his balls gently. 
"It's not even hard." 

He pulled her close, mauling her buttocks with both hands. She could feel it 
hardening then. Paula came in and whistled. "Cut it out ... what're you 
doing?" 

"Trying to get him hard," Kitty snickered. 

"You gotta be kidding," Paula said in surprise. "He's always hard." She 
joined them and ran her hand down Chad's pants front "Yeh, see, I told you. 
It's hard." 

"I've been playing with it," Kitty said. "What else?" 

"Okay," Chad said patiently. "You two had your fun? Now which one gets 
fucked?" 

"Me," Paula said quickly. "You're my date, huh?" She unzipped him and 
slipped her hand inside. 

Chad asked, "Can we use a bedroom?" 

Kitty showed them the way. Then she went back and finished making the 
drinks. Paula was so goddamed eager. She took the drinks in and distributed 
them. Fred was still talking about forming a party. She sat on Gil's lap and 
listened. Fred was saying, "You need a gimmick, that's all." 

"To attract voters," Huey agreed. 

"But," Marsha said, "you've got to have a platform and someone to vote for, 
right?" 

"I'll run myself," Fred said. "Take this district, for instance. We got a 
fucker who never did anything for anyone, he's a big shit and everyone knows 
it, but no one runs against him. He's got the machine." 

Kitty squirmed. Gil's hand was caressing her bottom. She squirmed over on 
him, on top of his cock, then turned so her tits brushed her chin. He looked 
very interested; in a moment she could feel the cock swelling. She smiled at 
him. Gil had dark eyes with heavy lashes and a full mouth. She pushed her 
braless tits at him and he began breathing faster. 

Fred noticed. "Hey, you two, come to the party. Gil, stop suckin' her tits." 

"Who the fuck made you king?" Gil asked. "We're having a serious 
discussion." Marsha said, "Hey, that's it-sex." "Whadda you mean?" 

"That's the gimmick. Sex. Screw the establishment." 

Fred pursed his lips. "Yeah, not a bad idea! Screw the establishment! I like 
it The kids'll go for it too." 

Kitty turned her back on Fred, pushing the nearest nipple at Gil's mouth. 
She pulled the cloth aside and he licked it. Shivers ran up and down her 
spine; the nipple was hard as brass. She could feel his cock like steel and 
she moved her ass slightly. She looked up. Libby was grinning at her. Libby 
could see the whole thing. Gil had his lips around the nipple now, sucking 
it hard, licking it with his tongue. 

The talk petered out slowly. Marsha was dancing with Fred, the lights were 
low. Kitty devoted herself to Gil. He had opened her blouse, baring both 
titties, and was sucking them one after the other, relishing them, licking 
them all over, top to bottom, making her squirm in nerve-searing torments. 
They were in the largest easy chair. Kitty curled on his lap, facing him 
with her upper body so he could get at the tits. His hand slipped up her 
thighs; fingers investigated her crevice as she stroked his head. Over on 
the couch, Huey was on top of Libby, his bare ass moving in a steady rhythm 
between her pale thighs. 

Gil didn't seem surprised to find her cunt so tight, perhaps he'd heard 
about her. Kitty was sure he had when he began to rub her rosebud. That set 
her off. She wanted him terribly. "Let's find a bed," she whispered. 

He picked her up bodily, as though she weighed a pound and a half, and 
carried her into the bedroom. Marsha and Fred were already on it, Fred's ass 
bare and moving in an urgent rhythm between Marsha's legs. The bed was 
bouncing and the two of them were breathing hard. They were so engrossed 
they hardly seemed to notice that Gil laid her beside them and climbed on. 

"You gotta turn me over," Kitty said, feeling the hard cock poking at her 
bush. Gil growled, still intent on getting the weenie in. Kitty pushed at 
him, trying to get his attention. He was crazy to fuck her, and the cock 
wouldn't go. She realized he didn't know. 

"Lemme turn over," she hissed. 

"What the fuck's th'matter with you, you ain't got any hole," he said. 

"Yes I have, in the back," Kitty could hear Marsha giggling then. 

Fred said, "You gotta fuck 'er in the ass, pal ... turn 'er over." 

Gil growled again. Strong hands flipped her and Kitty flopped onto her 
belly, "Use some grease," she said. 

Gil yelled. "Goddammit! A guy could go fruit tryin' to get his pecker in 
you!" 

Kitty slid away from him. "Why don't you, for crissake? Who needs you?" 

Gil jumped after her, grabbing her and twisting her down under him. "Don't 
get your tits inna uproar, honey." 

"Get offa me!" Kitty yelped. "I d'wanna screw you!" 

"Shut up." 

"Fred," she wailed, "get him offa me!" She fought him tooth and nail, 
squirming and kicking, rocking the entire bed. Gil did his best to placate 
her, but she was sore. Huey padded in, cock sticking out at a sharp angle. 
"What's wrong?" 

"Gimme a hand," ordered Gil. "Grab her feet. I'm gonna boot this 
mother-fucker or else-" 

"Don't hurt her," Marsha said. 

"I'll bite your cock off!" Kitty snarled, lunging at it viciously. Gil 
rolled out of the way, but pinioned both her hands. He flopped her onto her 
belly again, and Huey quickly grabbed her feet. Fred was chuckling at them, 
busily pumping Marsha, never losing a stroke. 

"What the hell're you trying to do?" Huey asked, mystified. "I thought you 
were gonna screw 'er?" 

Gil was climbing onto Kitty's fanny, a tube of KY in ona hand, still 
fighting her hands. He motioned Huey to come around and hold her arms. 
Marsha was giggling at his antics; he had to turn around to face the other 
way and let himself down over her heaving rump, holding her legs at the same 
time Kitty was swearing at him. 

"She's an ass freak," Fred said to Huey who finally understood. 

The tall, skinny Gil was greasing his cock, straddling her bucking fanny. 
Then he grinned at Huey and moved down slowly. "Now we got 'er, baby-" His 
cock slid down the crack of her ass and lodged at her rosebud. Feeling it 
there, Kitty yelled again and renewed her efforts. But all her movements 
only served to help his desire now. 

Huey watched with round eyes as the big cock head oozed into her. "Oh, dat 
mus' be da place," Gil said, shoving it steadily. Her tight orifice gripped 
it, her round little buns seemed to swell, and Gil buried it inside her to 
the hair. 

Kitty whimpered. Gil was on her back like a plaster, pumping himself in 
deeper and hotter. She couldn't squeeze him out. Anyway, it began to feel 
very good. 

"Damn," Huey said, kneeling on the bed beside them, "I gotta have some of 
that!" "What a freak cat!" Gil said, loving it Huey licked his lips, then he 
padded back in to 

Libby. 

Fred said, "How 'bout you, baby?" "In the bung?" Marsha asked. "I like it 
where it is." 

"Hey, you are the most!" Gil said, screwing like a mad thing. He made the 
bed rock. Kitty had to hang on-but it felt wonderful. Despite herself, she 
was grinning. Marsha's head was close to hers, and Marsha was staring 
curiously. 

"You really like it that way?" 

Kitty could only nod. Ohhh, that was nice! She could feel his cock 
expanding. He had skewered her to the hair, and was digging in as though to 
spend the summer. Delicious. She knew Marsha was watching, but she didn't 
care. It was so damn exciting. Fred was whispering to her ... and then 
Marsha seemed to make up her mind. 

"Yeah, okay," she said. 

Kitty was surprised when Fred pulled his prick out and got off her as Marsha 
turned over. Then Fred went after her butt. "Take it easy!" Marsha gulped. 

Gil wasn't paying any attention to them at all. He was rocking her now, 
fucking it in feverishly. Holding her with one hand about her hips, fingers 
at her clit, and the other about her breasts, he stroked with everything he 
had. She knew he was about to come. She clamped down on his cock and felt 
him respond. 

Marsha groaned, writhing-and Gil shot his wad in a bucking flurry. 

Kitty let herself go at the same time and the orgasm flooded her. She jerked 
and gasped, threshing against Marsha and Fred in her spasmodic paroxysms. 
Someone was kissing her and fondling her, Marsha was giggling ... ohhh, so 
good! She squeezed down as hard as she could on Gil's dick, trying to milk 
it with her movements. He was still ramming her with it. 

Kitty opened her eyes, surging and writhing. She was pressed tightly against 
Marsha, and Marsha's hand was cupped about one round breast. Fred on on 
Marsha's back, undulating, shoving, buggering. Kitty relaxed, smiling with 
the sensuousness of the momentary satiation. Marsha was terribly aroused, 
she could sea Marsha was making little odd sounds in her throat, feeling 
Kitty's body, rolling her hips. Fred's cock was deep in her butt and she was 
liking it. 

Gil collapsed, panting and heaving. He had exhausted himself, and his cock 
was quickly waning. Kitty could feel it going-going-going. Then it slipped 
out of her and Gil rolled off to lay face up, getting his breath back. Kitty 
giggled and moved up closer to Marsha. She gave Marsha her titties and 
Marsha sucked them hotly. 

 EIGHT 

"Talk," Chad said. "We gotta do more than talk." 

"Yeah, but put Fred up for Alderman? Why Fred?" Paula asked. 

"Jesus, because he's the only guy who knows the political score." Gil and 
Huey both nodded as Gil stood up and faced them. He looked round the little 
circle, Kitty huddled up against Fred; Marsha in Chad's arms; Paula and 
Libby side by side on the floor, Paula leaning back against Huey's thighs. 

"The eight of us," Gil said, "can start this ball roiling. We can elect this 
fucker, no kidding. All we need is some organization." 

"It's more than that." Fred said. "Organization, yeah, but we need a cause. 
You gotta have a cause to get the kids out and make 'em work." 

Huey leaned down, his hands sliding down to Paula's breasts, caressing them. 
"Hell, the cause is Up the Organization, ain't it?" 

"Up the Organization's ass," Chad said. 

Marsha said, "We need a slogan." 

Gil frowned around at them for a moment "What we want is a good inside gag. 
Remember the banana-smoking thing a coupla years ago? We need a good banana 
idea here." 

Fred agreed. "Yeah, that's the thing. A spark." Chad growled. "I say up the 
organization's ass." Huey snickered, "Yeah, how about Fuck the 
Organization?" 

"In the ass," Chad said. Kitty giggled. 

"Jesus, I got it," Gil said in a hollow voice. They all looked at him 
expectantly. He cleared his throat. "The AFA, the Ass Fuckers of America." 
He winked at Kitty. 

Kitty laughed aloud. 

Gil said, "That's the name of the party. The AFA. No one'll know what it 
stands for." 

"Great!" yelled Fred. "That's the inside joke!" It caught fire instantly. 

Gil and Paula rolled on the bed; she giggled as he tried to flop her onto 
her belly. "Do it the regular way." 

He slapped her butt, so soft, round, silky. "Baby, you gotta get it 
political. I mean you gotta get reamed, you know?" 

She moaned, "I've been reamed." 

"Not by me, baby." He rolled onto her back and sat on her round ass. Paula 
looked back over her shoulder at him as he greased his long cock. 

"Take it easy, huh?" 

"I won't hurt you, baby." 

She lifted her rump slightly as he pulled her buttocks apart and felt for 
the rosebud; she squealed when his finger oozed inside her and shook her 
ass. Gil positioned his long prong and pushed it gently. She was biting her 
lower lip and he saw her close her eyes as the thing forced its way past her 
tight muscle. It felt very tight then, but it was in. He sat for a moment, 
not moving the cock. She opened her eyes and looked back. "Gawd, don't stop 
now." 

Gil grinned and began to sink it. She liked it a lot more than she let on. 
He fucked it back and forth slightly, enjoying the feel of it. In the next 
room someone was laughing. It sounded like Kitty. She probably had a cock in 
her too. He let himself down onto her back, pressing the cock in hard, 
hearing her soft breath. The thing was almost all the way in. He worked it 
in deeper and his balls were up against her buttocks. 

"Gawd, it's in a mile," she breathed. 

"Shall I take it out?" 

She twitched and sucked in her breath. "Hell no!" 

Chuckling, he began to fuck her. His arms slid under her, both hands about 
her lovely breasts. How hard her nipples were. She was a delicious girl, 
slender and firm, with skin like sheer silk. Gil rubbed himself on her 
luxuriously, thrusting into her deeply and satisfyingly. He kissed her neck 
and she moaned softly, moving her loins with his. 

"You feel wonderful," she said cozily. "And no worry about the pill." Paula 
giggled. "Yeh, Gawd, you can't get pregnant this way." "Me either." 

She giggled and bucked herself against him. "Do it real hard." 

Gil rammed it in, holding her tightly. He thrust into her hard for a moment 
and eased up. "I don-wanna hurt you." 

"Jesus, it doesn't hurt. Don't stop!" 

He churned it into her again and she purred. Paula was fun, almost as much 
fun as Kitty. Kitty was a wild one, willing to try any damn thing, and Paula 
was a little more retiring, more innocent-looking, of course, but just as 
eager for sex. He liked the feel of her too. Paula was lithe and supple as 
hell, firm and delicious. Her skin was so creamy smooth that it gave him 
goose pimples to rub his hands over her. And he knew from the way she looked 
at him with her huge eyes that she knew how it affected him. He kissed her 
neck as she squealed in delight and rammed the cock as deeply as it would 
go, listening to her low, throaty moans. She rocked her ass back at him, 
inviting him to keep up the ramming. Gil held her tightly with both hands 
and fed the cock in, beginning to pant a little with the exertion 

Paula turned her head, licking at his mouth, and he stretched to close his 
lips over hers. Her tongue laved him instantly. 

He whispered, "Am I ticklin' your belly with it?" 

Giggles. "You mean inside me? Yeah ... gosh, I never thought it'd go in so 
far." "You got every inch, honey." "An' I want it, too." 

They kissed again passionately. Gil worked his hand along under her, leaving 
his left hand tightly grasping one lovely breast. He shoved the right hand 
under her belly and down into the cleft. Paula writhed wonderfully, feeling 
the fingers reaching for her, scratching through her curly hair. She took a 
deep breath and said, "Oh Jeez," when they reached her clit. She bucked 
herself lewdly against his diddling hand. 

"Y'like that, baby?" 

She sucked in her breath. "Don' stop ... I'm gonna come inna second." 

In the next room, bedsprings were going wildly and a headboard was hitting 
the wall with intense rhythm. Gil could hear hoarse panting, and then the 
spring sounds reached a climax and a man was gasping and panting furiously. 
Kitty's voice cut through the heavy sounds, tinkling out in a high-pitched 
moan, "It feels so goooood." 

Paula giggled agam. "Who's in there with her?" 

"I dunno. Prob'ly Fred." 

She pushed at him. "Give it to Paula." 

He battered her with it. You were gonna come, remember?" 

She was breathing very hard, undulating. "I-I a mcoming." 

Gil laughed, reaming her furiously. Kitty, in the next room, was right. It 
did feel good. And it kept feeling good. She came twice before he released, 
squirming and threshing in a frothy, tempestuous gorging. It was groovy, up 
the bung, groovy as hell. 

Chad took Kitty home. Fred was engaged in endless conversations about the 
program and couldn't drag himself away. 

Chad had an old Chev, a four door with sagging springs. "It goes good," he 
said, ushering her in, "and there's lots of room in the back if you wanna 
get cozy." 

"If I wanna?" 

"It's a manner of speaking," he said, sliding under the wheel, fishing for 
the keys. "I know you wanna get cozy." 

"You're pretty sure of me." 

Chad grinned, patting one bare knee. "You're a crazy, honey. You like your 
nooky. There's nothing wrong with that." 

Kitty snickered. "You wanna fuck?" 

He started the engine. "Later." He ignored her when she slid her hand over 
and squeezed his dong. 

He was small and wiry but he had a good hunk between the legs. Kitty curled 
up against him and held it without trying to make him hard. 

"They're serious about that election, aren't they?" he said. 

"I think so." 

"A lot of kids can't vote." 

She stroked the penis gently. "Yeah, but they can influence. Don't you think 
it'll work?" 

"I dunno. Maybe. Fred's got a lot of fire to him. Maybe he can get enough 
kids to go out and work. That's what it takes, work." 

"And the inside gag." 

Chad laughed. "Yeah, and the inside gag. Izzat who started this thing, you? 
You're the big ass-freak around here, aren't you? " 

"I guess so." 

"I think we're gonna have a lot of 'em before long." 

Kitty sat up and found a pack of cigarettes in her purse. "Want one?" She 
lit two when he nodded, and put one between his lips. She felt pretty good. 
It was fun, contemplating the campaign. It felt good to be doing something 
that had a purpose. Getting Fred elected should produce results. And she was 
a part of it She liked the feel of it. 

When they arrived, Chad parked the Chevie in a dark area and pulled her 
close. "Let's get in the back and say good night, huh?" 

She felt for his fly. He was partly hard. As she squeezed the thing she 
could feel it grow. "Naw, I d'want it in the back seat" 

"Oh, come on." 

"No, I mean it. It's too goddam uncomfortable. Come on in and get in bed 
with me." 

"That's a big thing-all I want is a nightcap. Y'know, a quickie." 

Kitty glanced around. It was late and the street was dark and deserted. She 
could lean over a fender and let him ooze it up her ... if all he wanted was 
a quick one. 

Chad kissed her and felt for her tits. "Honey, gimme a nice blow, huh?" He 
opened her blouse and squeezed them, ducking his head to lick them and suck 
the nipples. 

She unzipped him and took the penis out, warm and naked, in her two hands. 
It was very, very hard. "You're a real nut," she snickered. "Here you got 
the best ass-freak in town and you want to get blown." 

He said nothing, his lips about one firm breast. He sucked it hard, until 
she squirmed and the nipple felt sore. She pushed him to the other one. Chad 
wasn't in a hurry now. He continued to lick and suck her breasts. Kitty lit 
another cigarette and lay her head back, enjoying it. He bared both firm, 
silky tits and went from one to the other with his hot mouth and licking 
tongue. He had her twitching. She finished the cigarette and tossed it out 
onto the street 

His cock was pulsing in her hand. She pushed him from her wet breasts and 
slid down with mounting excitement. She heard his chuckle, felt his hands 
pulling her. And then the big cock was brushing her face. She opened her 
mouth and took the head of it in, licking it quickly. It had a stimulating 
musky odor. She swallowed it, taking it deeply into her mouth, squeezing 
tightly as she lifted her head. It tasted good. She squirmed up between his 
knees and began to go down on the cock as hard as she could go. 

He grabbed her head and slowed her down. "Dammit, don't make me come too 
damn fast" 

She eased up, mouthing it less furiously. He wanted to be played with. She 
nestled in as close as she could, raising herself and pushing both breasts 
against the cock, then folding it between them. Chad chuckled and moved his 
loins. "You're a good chick." 

She pressed the naked breasts about the cock and licked the end of it. He 
made it rise and fall, shoving the head of it into her mouth each time. That 
was fun and he liked it too. He set up a rhythm that began to increase after 
a bit. He was getting there, she thought Then he eased up abruptly. Kitty 
looked at him, smiling. "Come on, let it pop." 

"I d'wanna. Not yet" 

She licked it and let him nuzzle her face with it. The cock felt rubbery as 
it rubbed her nose and cheeks, a big meaty handle. She pulled it toward her 
and took most of it into her mouth again, hearing his intake of breath. She 
could make him come in a minute, she thought ... he was almost at the edge. 
She licked the tender underside of it up and down, and he squirmed. She 
giggled. "You like that?" 

"Of course I like it, dummy." 

She squeezed his balls and rubbed a fingertip over his tight little anus. He 
squirmed more and the cock seemed to get even harder. He wouldn't be able to 
hold out very much longer. She grinned at him in the gloom of the car, then 
circled the head of it with red lips and bore down. In a second she was 
masturbating him with her lips, up and down furiously, squeezing hard. Chad 
sucked in his breath, stiffened, and gurgled something. His hands came to 
her head, then fell away. He wasn't able to make her stop. 

It only took her a couple of minutes to suck him off. He moaned, jerked, and 
then the warm goo spurted into her mouth, pumping spasmodically. It tasted 
like syrup and she gulped it down, fingers grasping the head of the dick, 
frigging it. She kept up the friction as she sucked hard and swallowed the 
stuff. Chad was rolling his head back and forth on the car seat, breathing 
hard, trembling and jerking under her ministrations. 

The cock continued to spout for a minute, jerkily, like a tiny fountain, 
then oozing. It remained hard. She went back to mouthing it up and down, 
masturbating it smoothly with practiced lips. She could tell he was loving 
it and she was very excited herself. 

"Jesus, you are the best, baby," he breathed. 

"You're my little darlin', " she said to the prick, nursing it hotly. She 
kissed it and licked it and slowly it began to wilt. 

 NINE 

The word spread. Kitty was astonished at how hard they worked. They 
organized and divided, and sought more and more workers, forming them into 
small units for efficiency. Money began to come in, and a committee was 
formed to handle it, with Fred as the chairman. Fred was everywhere, doing 
everything from speaking to organizing; begging, pushing, threatening and 
coaxing. Stickers were printed and began to appear on car bumpers: AFA Leads 
the Way! or, Vote AFA! Kitty had to laugh every time she saw one She became 
part of the Steering Committee, which was composed of Fred, Huey, Gil, and 
Libby. 

"What do I do?" she asked Huey when he came to tell her of the appointment. 

Huey looked at her; she was still fuzzy from sleep and wore only a thin robe 
over nothing but skin. His pig eyes glistened, encased in rolls of fat, so 
tiny they glittered like cut glass. 

"That's it. You don't hafta do anything, honey-except bend over." He looked 
around the apartment. "Is Marsha home?" 

She shook her head. "No. I wanna work too." 

"Work's a relative term, honey." Huey put out an arm and swatted her fanny 
lovingly, gently. 

She turned and went back toward the kitchen. 

"You got a hard-on?" "It's allus hard for you." 

"You say the sweetest things." She turned on the fire under the coffee and 
yawned. "Want some coffee?" 

"I'd rather have ass." He followed her, reaching again for her fanny, 
rubbing it. She only looked at him over her shoulder as she stood in front 
of the stove, shaking the coffeepot Huey raised the robe and slid his hand 
under, rubbing her naked butt "Dereit is." 

"Listen, no shit ... what about the committee?" 

"What about it, honey?" He was rubbing her buns with both hands. 

"What's the use of being on a committee if you don't do anything?" 

"For crissake, you'll do plenty." 

She heard the sound of his zipper. In another second she felt the meat jump 
out at her. His busy hands stuffed it down into the crack of her ass where 
it pressed her strongly. Huey was fat, but he had a nice long wiener. He 
began to move his loins so it worked itself in and out-a dry fuck. 

She opened the robe in front, knowing his next move. She wasn't 
disappointed. His hands swept around her and captured her breasts, squeezing 
them, tickling her hard nipples. His hands were soft and it felt good. She 
leaned back against him, lulled by the caressing feel of the cock in her 
buns, by the warmth of his arms and his embrace. He was nuzzling her neck 
and she closed her eyes, enjoying it This was just love play. He'd put the 
cock in her in a moment 

The coffee in the pot sizzled, waking her to reality. She swore and turned 
off the flame, hearing his chuckle. She poured coffee in a cup then 
deliberately leaned over the sink counter, giving him a good ass shot. He 
was up against her instantly, rubbing the long dick over her puckered anus, 
but making no move to enter her. 

Craning her neck, she looked at him over her shoulder. "Well, isn't that 
what you want? " 

He was holding her buns apart, looking down, a smile on his chubby face. 
"Yeah, you got a cute one, too." 

"So what're you waiting for? " 

"Don't get so fuckin' anxious. Drink your coffee, honey." 

She shrugged and sipped the liquid. It was so hot it burned her tongue. Then 
she started. Huey had released her. He was kneeling behind her, his face 
pressed into her butt, tongue licking her anus. She couldn't help wriggling 
in delight. 

He said, muffled, "Howzat?" 

"Right on," she breathed. 

He kept licking her. She finished the coffee and her elbows began to hurt 
She said, "Let's go in the other room, huh?" 

He picked her up and half carried her to the couch where he deposited her 
face down. Then he squirmed up between her thighs and the licking began 
again. It was really beautiful. She opened her legs as far as possible for 
him and closed her eyes. Along with the wanton licking, one of his fingers 
was teasing her clit She began to become very, very horny. 

The phone rang. Huey didn't even hesitate. The noise didn't bother him. 
Kitty opened her eyes and stared at it across the room. It continued to 
ring. "I oughta answer it." 

She heard him sigh. He got up and in a second he brought it to her, handing 
her the receiver. In another second he was back licking her. 

She said, "Yes?" 

Gil's voice answered in her ear. "Are you in bed, for God's sake?" "No." 

"You sound half asleep." 

"Well ... I ... " 

"Is someone there with you?" 

Kitty giggled. "Uh-huh." 

Gil grunted. "You're gettin' fucked, huh?" 

"No ... Huey's here." 

He grunted again. "Is he sucking your pussy? " She giggled. 

Huey stopped his tonguing. "Don't let 'im come over." 

Gil said in her ear. "I've been thinking about you all morning. I s'pose he 
told you that you're a member of the committee?" 

"Uh-huh." 

Huey hissed, "Don't let 'im come over." 

Kitty put her palm over the receiver. "It's Gil. He wanted to know if you 
told me about the committee." 

"I told you." Huey went back to the licking. Gil asked, "Can I come over, 
baby? I got a real stiff one." 

"Uh-huh," she giggled. 

"Spread your legs, baby," Gil said, "I'm on my way." He hung up. 

Kitty put the phone on the floor and wriggled her fanny. "Huey." 

"Yeah?" 

"Get on me." 

He crawled up immediately and she felt the heavy dong trail along her leg. 
Then he rose and slipped his pants off and returned. He was heavy as hell, 
on her back, grunting a little as he fumbled the cock into position, then 
pressed it She felt it come into her slowly and pushed back. He worked 
several inches of it in, then his arms came around her and his loins began 
to fuck it in. He pushed her auburn hair aside and licked her ear. "That 
feel okay?" 

"You must be kiddin." 

"Does it feel like I'm kiddin'? Baby, I mean business." He got it in to the 
hair and began to work it, lunging hard, making the couch rock. Kitty sighed 
happily, hanging onto the couch arm, feeling his hot breath on her ear. He 
was really shoving it in-shoveling it in. She wondered how long it would 
take Gil to arrive 

"You're too much, baby," he said. 

She squeezed down. "Don't hang back. Gimme it, all of it!" She could tell he 
liked it when she squeezed him. She set up a rhythm. Hell, she could jack 
him off in her with the sphincter. She had him grunting now. 

He came before she thought he would, ramming and jerking wildly. She 
squeezed hard and kept squeezing. The jism was spurting in warm gobs and 
Huey panted like a miler on the homestretch. It actually hurt, the way his 
arms hugged her, but she let him assault her in his frenzy. He was wet 
sweating like a horse when he finally eased off. His throat was hoarse from 
panting, but he lay on her, juicing it in, keeping up the jogging-until the 
wiener grew tired and withered. 

Then he rolled off her, still panting hard. He flopped, cock up, on the 
floor, arms spread, his belly heaving. He had done a day's work. 

Kitty grabbed a handful of tissues and stuffed them into the orifice and 
squirmed around to grin down at him. "You gonna poop out on me now?" 

He opened one eye and looked at her. "I s'pose you're horny." 

"What else?" 

He sighed. His eyes closed again. "Call Gil." She giggled at him and mopped 
herself. 

Gil arrived while she and Huey were having a cigarette He came in, tall, 
skinny, with a lopsided smile on his dark face. His hair was windblown. He 
wore a white shirt and Levi's, looking like a stevedore just off the docks. 

He looked at Huey. "You're s'posed to be stuffing envelopes, pal. Not 
dames." 

"Fuck you," Huey shrugged. "Stuffing dames is more fun." 

Kitty giggled. She had pulled a flimsy housecoat over her shoulders, and sat 
on the couch with legs doubled under her. 

"Cut it out, you two." 

Huey hadn't bothered to get dressed. He still sprawled on the floor, his 
cock drooping over his leg. He sat up when Gil crossed to sit beside Kitty. 

Gil said, "C'mon, let's you'n me go in the other room." He patted Kitty's 
thigh. 

"Shit," Huey said, "You can screw her in front of me. 

"I said cut it out," Kitty snapped. "It was bad enough-" 

"Yeah," Gil said, breaking in. "A broad doesn't like to be thought of as 
just a fucking sex symbol." He ran his hand up under the housecoat, all the 
way to the pubic hair, making her jump. 

She squirmed away from him, annoyed. "Stop-pit!" 

Huey laughed. "Hey, your sex appeal's all funky, kiddo. Whynchoo go in the 
can and jack off? Kitty ain't having any, are you, sweetheart?" 

Kitty squirmed off the couch and ran into the kitchen. "You two're 
impossible." She began to make fresh coffee. The two guys were talking in 
low tones and she couldn't hear what they were saying, but she didn't care. 
What the hell was the matter with Gil anyway? A girl liked to be romanced a 
little, not just laid over a barrel and reamed. Gawd! 

After a few minutes she looked into the living room, wondering about them. 
Gil was sitting on the edge of the couch, lighting another cigarette, and 
the two of them were deep in a conversation. She could hear a few words, 
like clout or precinct, and knew they were talking politics. She sighed. Gil 
had said he was coming over with a big hard-on. Men were funny sometimes. 

She slipped back into the room and crawled onto the couch behind Gil. He 
glanced at her and went on talking. She snuggled up against his back, 
listening to them. They were discussing the doorbell ringers, the kids who 
were out trying to line up housewife votes. She rubbed her tits on him with 
no effect. Then she bit his ear lightly. 

His hand snaked around behind him and she made it easy for him to find her 
bare thighs. She licked his nape as the hand smoothed its way up her thigh 
to the puss. Flattening herself against his back, rubbing her titties on 
him, she moaned softly as he fingered her. He had two fingers in her, 
rubbing and caressing and diddling. After a bit she became aware that the 
conversation had languished. She could hear the squishy friction sounds his 
fingers made, suctioning in and out. She raised her head slightly and looked 
over Gil's shoulder to Huey with heavily veiled eyes and loose mouth. She 
saw him smile at sight of her, and she smiled back through the veil of 
sensation. Huey had a big, obvious hard-on. His cock was sticking up like a 
phone pole in the middle of a vacant lot. 

Kitty giggled. Gil had one finger partway in her cunt and the other deep in 
her anus. He was jogging her gently but steadily. It felt heavenly. 

Huey said, "I'll flip you for her." 

Gil shook his head. "You had yours, buddy boy. Ol' Gil gets his turn now." 

Kitty was a sinuous cat, stretching, rubbing, and purring, with the heat of 
his body soothing her. His thin shirt kept no body heat from her, from the 
exquisite, provoking feel on her slithering nipples. She reached a questing 
hand about his waist, feeling down over his belly, grasping the prong she 
found there and squeezing it hard. He was immense-a swollen prick! Damn, how 
she wanted it! She bit his ear, licking into it with a wet, hot tongue. "Get 
on me," she whispered. 

"Yeah, baby," he said. He turned then and his mouth sought hers. She flung 
herself at him, meeting his full lips, thrusting with her wicked tongue. 
They locked together, surging and wanton, and the two fingers kept up their 
frenzied frigging. Kitty tried to climb onto him. She heard Huey laugh and 
felt his hands on her backside, feeling and fondling. She couldn't reach 
Gil's cock. His arms were about her, embracing, lips kissing her 
voraciously. Still the butt-diddle continued-until he slipped his hand away. 
She knew he was freeing his cock from the tight confines of his pants-and 
then she felt Huey at her rear end. 

She pushed forward onto Gil, writhing and shoving out her buttocks. Huey was 
an expert He pressed upward with the long eager dong, and it came into her 
cozily, burying itself. Kitty chuckled deep in her throat as it skewered 
her. She was almost atop Gil by now, kissing him frantically, squirming and 
bucking. Huey buggered her in a ferment-and in the midst of it, Gil realized 
the other was in her. "You fucking sonofabitch!" he yelled. 

"Please-please-honey-" Kitty purred. 

Gil pushed her aside, struggling to get out from under their weight. Huey 
was ramming it into her now with a crazy abandon, seeking his second orgasm, 
panting with the lechery of it, thrusting, ramming, humping. 

Gil was rough, forcing his way from under her. Kitty let him go and was 
pushed against the end of the couch as Huey lunged into her, loins ramming 
at white heat. His long wiener was buried in her, working, surging ... and 
Gil stared at them from his seat on the floor, frowning. 

"You sonofabitch, you already had "er." 

Kitty could only hang onto the couch with both hands, the ecstatic 
sensations crowding one after the next through her undulating body. She 
wanted to tell Gil not to be sore, to wait ... she would fuck him ... but 
don't disturb Huey! Oh, my God, don't take Huey and that wonderful prick 
away from her now. 

Gil seemed to understand, angry though he was. His long penis jutted from 
his open pants, and she looked at it longingly. She was close to orgasm, the 
fleshy cushions of her breasts flattening on the small pillows of the couch. 
Her full mouth hung slack; her reddish hair fell in a glossy waterfall over 
her forehead and bounced with his driving motion. 

Then Gil smiled. He roiled over, doffing his pants in one fluid action. He 
came to her quickly, penis extended, hard and meaty. Kitty knew ... she 
opened her lips and he guided it into her mouth. Gil half sat in front of 
her, letting her feed on the cock. He fondled her head, moving his loins in 
a supple way, pumping the cock between her red lips then feeling under her 
to caress her breasts. 

Kitty held onto him, never touching the cock with her hands. It was 
beautiful having a male organ at each end. She made love to the big cock, 
kissing it and tonguing it, cooing over it-wanting this voluptuous interlude 
to go on forever. But her orgasm was close-Gawd, so close! She tried to 
stave it off, but Huey's cock was driving, thrusting-a sex bomb up her ass. 

She moaned, writhed in a lovely pain-anguish, and bit down hard on Gil's 
penis. She heard him yelp and then the orgasm was flooding her, jerking and 
twisting her. She grasped Gil's hard thighs and hips as a drowning person 
would a life preserver. It was an excruciating, ravishing sensation. Huey 
was suddenly in the midst of his own orgasm-she knew it because he was 
grunting and heaving, thrusting into her like a wild rm-n. 

It was so damn good! She was giggling, writhing, and jerking. The penis 
flopped from her mouth and Gil pulled her head around. She lunged at the 
cock, capturing it again, sucking it hard. He was fucking it between her 
lips with more passion now, their convulsions were exciting him. 

Huey still jogged into her, but the rhythm had gone. He was spasmodic, 
jerking and spastic, tapering off. His breath was whistling uneven. Huey 
groaned with the satiation. He had had it 

She wanted Gil to spout Come, damn you! She tried to swallow his entire 
cock, squeezing it with her lips, bearing down on it, mauling it The orgasm 
had stiffened her, made her almost helpless for moments; all she could do 
was contain the cock and let him feed it to her. She wanted to cry as she 
felt Huey leaving-his cock oozed from her. He slipped from the couch to the 
floor again as he had before. 

The room seemed to be foggy with saturating, musky odors. The cock was 
slippery in her mouth. Saliva drooled off her chin. Come, damn you! 

Then Gil pulled it away from her. She cried out and grabbed at him, "Gimme 
it." 

"You're gonna get it," he growled. He rose and flung himself behind her 
before she realized his intent Then the hard cock was poking, thrusting, 
being guided, and she giggled happily. It came reaming into her in a hurry, 
lubricated by Huey's sperm. Kitty sighed deeply and the cock buried itself 
to the root. 

Her hips began to churn again, inviting the convulsions she had just 
experienced. She dropped her head to the couch arm, feeling his cock 
expanding, digging in, moving and stroking. Gil was reaming her with a 
different rhythm, more choppy, faster and not so long-drawn-out as Huey. 
Gil's hands were roving her body, feeling, teasing, caressing. It felt 
wonderful and she purred contentedly. What ballsy guy Gil was. His meaty 
cock seemed to go in deeper, fill her more completely than Huey's had, but 
maybe that was just a feeling, not fact It was hard to tell; she was so hot 
now, horny as a bitch. She opened her eyes to look at Huey. He was stretched 
out on the rug, the wet penis lolling and wrinkled. It didn't look as though 
he could get it up again. Maybe if she sucked him it'd grow ... but she 
couldn't reach it. She put her head down, staring at it, rocked by Gil's 
pumping. 

Oooo, it was nice. She closed her eyes and moved her greedy fanny in slow 
circles as he buggered her. It was delicious, having him inside her, being 
joined to him that way-the joining spot was almost befuddling. It was 
beginning again; she could feel the orgasm working its way to the surface 
and she gritted her teeth, wanting it to hurry. 

"Am I doin' anything you like?" Gil hissed at her. 

Kitty giggled softly, stiffening. "I-I'mg-gonna-come," she replied, 
clenching both hands on the couch arm. 

Gil chuckled, redoubling his efforts. The couch slammed against the carpet 
and Huey half sat up, watching them. Kitty looked at him, wanting to say 
something, but unable to. He was leering at her, a dissolute smile on his 
fat face. The hair was falling over her face and she shook her head weakly 
to get it out of her eyes. Gil's ramming was snaking them both, bouncing and 
bucking, the sound of the suction was loud-and then the orgasm gripped her. 

Huey was kissing her, sticking his tongue into her slack mouth. She wanted 
to kiss him, but was panting and jerking-God! It was sooooo good. She 
moaned, closing her eyes. Gil was shooting his load into her then ... she 
could feel it, and feel his characteristic lunge and the convulsions that 
orgasm brought. Oh, heavenly release! 

She heard herself giggling in the sheer delight of it. She let herself flop 
and go limp. Gil's lovely cock stayed hard for a long time, it seemed, still 
jogging into her, his warm body spooned against hers, arms about her. So 
pleasant She drifted off ... . 

She woke on the bed. She was on her back, a blanket draped across her. The 
sound of music came from the living room. What the hell time was it? She was 
hungry. She rose, stretching. How long had she slept anyway? She remembered 
it all, Huey and Gil-were they still here? Padding to the door, she looked 
into the living room. It was empty. Music was playing, but the room was 
empty. Maybe they, whoever, were in the kitchen. 

She went back for her robe, put it on and started for the kitchen. 

At the doorway to Marsha's room she paused, surprised. The door was open and 
two people were on the bed. Marsha was on the bottom, both of them were 
naked. Her legs were about Gil's body, and he was thrusting into her like 
going to a fire. 

"Rock it to me," Marsha said hoarsely. "I'm gonna boot one" 

 TEN 

The first meeting of the Steering Committee was held at Gil's pad, a three 
room walk-up. All members were asked to be present by eight P.M. 

Kitty bad no car, so Huey came by for her, a half hour early. "I thought 
maybe we could tear off a quickie," he said as Kitty met him at the door. 
She shushed him; one of Marsha's boyfriends was parked in the living room. 

"Okay, we can do it down in the car." Huey persisted. 

She got him inside and seated; he was in an old sweater and jeans. Marsha's 
boyfriend was wearing a suit, a tall, good-looking blonde, whom Marsha had 
described to her as a fast-finger man. "He tries to get you to sit on his 
hand, and if you do-wow!" 

Kitty got her coat, said good-bye to Marsha and smiled at the fast-finger 
man. He waved and Huey hustled her to the hallway where he got his hand 
between her legs. 

"Jesus, I'm horny," he said. 

His car was a VW Beetle and she was astounded when he suggested they get in 
the back seat. 

"You're nuts! It's too small!" 

He pushed her. "You can sit on my lap, for crissake." 

"It'll never work." 

It annoyed him. "Shit, I've screwed a dozen dames in this goddam car!" 

"Midgets marvelous-you're not going to screw me in there." 

"Come on, Kitty, what the fuck's the matter wi' you?" 

She shook her head. "No balling in that car." 

Huey was sore enough to slug her, she thought; he wanted it bad. He looked 
around the street, as though searching for a place to lay her. It was dark 
and shadowy, but it was early. There would be people along the street and 
auto traffic. The frustration on his fat face was almost laughable, but she 
didn't dare snicker at him. 

She moved closer and took a handful of his pants front "C'mon, get in. I'll 
hang onto it while you drive." 

He sighed and opened the door. She went around and slid in beside him. When 
she reached for his dong she found it sticking out of his pants. It was long 
and hard as a cock should be. Moving very close to him, she jazzed it up and 
down. His hand snaked inside her coat to bounce her tits. 

"Le's suck off," he said hoarsely. "I'll do you first, then you blow me. 
Okay?" 

"No-we gotta get to Gil's place." 

"Oh, fuck Gil." 

She yanked on the cock. "Let's go." 

He swore, but he started the engine. She clung to his cock and balls with 
both hands, massaging them gently. Halfway there the feel of them got to 
her. Traffic or no traffic, she dived into his lap and swallowed the big, 
eager wand. Huey said, "Yeahhhhhh," as she began to suck it hard. He reached 
over and rubbed her fanny. 

Gil lived in the foothills, on a twisty-turny road. Trees made deep shadows 
all along the street. When Huey parked the VW she didn't stop her 
tongue-fuck. She knew he would never let her out of the car without blowing 
him. He moved the car seat back, making it less uncomfortable for her. She 
squirmed so that she was on her knees, working the skin game with her tight 
lips.. 

That was the trouble with blowing a guy. He shot his wad and left you high 
and dry-until he could get it up again. Two guys were better. 

It took her five minutes to blow him. And when he shot it the little Beetle 
rocked and squeaked. She thought they would hear Huey panting and gasping 
for blocks ... but no one came to investigate the strange grunting noises. 
The goo was warm and sticky, musky and copious. He had been saving it for 
her. She got it all, gulping it down and milking the shaft of the big, 
jerking penis for more. 

He fondled her head, petting her as she tapered him off. "You're a groovy 
broad," he told her. He wanted to do her then, but she was fed up with the 
close quarters. She got out of the car and lit a cigarette, hoping to 
camouflage the smell of the jism on her breath, and they went inside. 

It was a white, stucco apartment house There were four mailboxes; Gil lived 
on the second floor. They went up worn cement steps, dusty and littered, 
with Huey patting her buns all the way. A door was open at the top of the 
stairs, and inside a dark-headed girl was lolling, half dressed, her long 
legs crossed, on a flowered divan. She gave them a smile and Huey leered. 

Gil's pad was next door. When they went in it smelled of grass mixed with 
incense. Gil was in shorts with a drink in his hand. Fred was there seated 
by a phony fireplace, and another couple sat by a window. 

"Where's Libby?" Fred asked. 

"Beats me," Huey said. "Ain't she here yet?" 

"Would I ask you, wormbrain, if she was here?" Fred was sarcastic and Huey 
pouted. 

Fred kissed her almost absently, though he pinched one tit nipple. "Siddown. 
This's Emma and Jute. They're friends of mine." He indicated the couple by 
the window. 

Kitty went over, "Hi, I'm Kitty." Emma, she saw, was a dead-eyed girl in a 
long faded muu-muu, with beads and stringy brown hair. She was tanned and 
might have been very pretty if she had known how to make herself up. Jute 
was as stringy, with a bush of dark hair tied with a headband. He wore a 
vest and pants, nothing else. A couple of hippies, she thought. Jute smiled 
and looked her up and down; he took her hand and shook it, squeezing it at 
the same time. It gave her a little electric shock, and she realized that he 
was as horny as Huey could ever be. 

Gil brought her a drink and sat her beside him. Fred was already making a 
speech, talking about plans for a rally, something they seemed familiar 
with. She hadn't heard of it before. 

In the middle of the speech, Jute and Emma got up and went into the kitchen. 
In a few moments, Kitty happened to glance at a framed picture on the wall. 
The dark glass acted as a mirror. She could see into the kitchen which was 
around the corner from the living room. Jute had Emma leaning over the sink 
while he fed her his meat from behind. Kitty blinked, fascinated. Jute was 
really giving it to her! 

In about five minutes Emma and Jute returned and sat by the window again as 
though nothing had happened. 

A discussion took place in which Kitty contributed little. In the middle of 
it, Libby appeared. She was smashed. She came into the room, a big 
lipstick-smeared smile on her face, her blouse unbuttoned, no bra, with her 
full breasts jiggling at each step. Kitty noted that Jute's eyes lighted up. 

"Jesus Christ," Fred said. "Where the fuck you been?" 

"I hadda date," Libby said archly. "I got here, didn't I?" She sat, trying 
to keep her knees together as the mini rode up to her waist. Jute licked his 
thin lips. 

Gil went into the kitchen and made her a drink. Fred was annoyed at her, he 
was serious about the election. "You're no fuckin' good t'us, drunk," he 
said. "You shoulda stayed in bed." 

Libby pawed at her hair. "I wasn' in bed, darling. I was in a sleeping bag." 

"A sleeping bag?" 

Gil returned with the drink. "Haven't you ever pronged a dame in a sleeping 
bag? " he asked Fred. Libby giggled. 

"I have," Huey said, and Fred rolled his eyes. 

Kitty wondered how it would be. Pronged in a sleeping bag. She noticed that 
Libby was eyeing Jute. Libby opened her knees and gave him a peek. Jute 
licked his lips again. Libby gave him another, longer look. It made prickles 
go up Kitty's spine. She was hot already, from blowing Huey. She wished the 
stupid meeting was over, then they could mix and have fun. What did Jute 
have in his pants? But Libby was-likely to find out first. 

Gil sat beside her and Kitty leaned on him. When he turned his head and 
smiled at her, she let him kiss her. In a moment he was back for another, 
and this time slid his tongue between her lips. Then he looked blank for a 
second. "What do I taste?" he whispered. Kitty giggled. Gil frowned at Huey 
and gulped his drink. 

Fred proposed that they take a vote on the rally. "All for it raise their 
hands." He looked around at them. Kitty raised her hand with the others. No 
one was against the idea. That pleased Fred. "Then it's carried. I'll get 
the committees going on it." 

Jute and Emma rose and went into the bathroom together. 

"Listen, that's enough business for tonight, huh?" Huey asked. "Why don't 
we-" 

Fred was shuffling papers. "We've got the transportation question. 
Somebody's got to promote some busses." 

"Put Libby on that committee," Gil suggested. He looked at her. "Don't you 
know someone?" 

She shrugged shapely shoulders. "I know some guys, darling, hell, yeah." 

"We need as many busses as we can get," Fred said. "So spread your pretty 
legs, baby. Pass it around." 

"I thought we were gonna fuck the establishment," Libby said. "Gimme another 
drink, huh?" 

Gil went over and took her glass. He slid his hand down casually and fondled 
a barely covered breast. "And fuck each other, honey." 

Fred made a note. "Libby's on the bus committee." 

Huey went to the bathroom, opened the door and paused suddenly, He came back 
into the room, a big grin on his fat face. "Shit, I forgot they're in there. 
Man, is he ramming her!" 

Fred sighed. "They fuck alla time. You can't keep 'em from it. They don't 
bother no one." 

Gil brought Libby's drink. "C'mon, Fred, le's knock off. Let's have some 
fun, for crissakes. I got some grass. We can turn on." 

Fred frowned, staring at Libby. She was facing Huey, opening her knees, 
giving him a peep show. Huey was blinking at the gash, paying no attention 
to the others. Fred seemed to realize no one wanted to continue the 
discussions. He sighed, "All right. Then make me a drink, dammit." 

Gil winked at her and Kitty grinned. She followed him into the tiny kitchen 
with her empty glass. Gil put ice in it. "That sonofabitch," Gil whispered, 
"I wish he'd cut out. All he thinks of is gettin' elected." 

Kitty watched Gil line up glasses and pour whiskey into them. Who was it had 
said Fred had a permanent hard-on? 

"I'm gonna light some candles," Gil said, "get the mob in a good funky 
mood." 

"You mean fucky mood." 

"Yeah," Gil agreed. "That's what I mean." He patted her fanny warmly. Then 
he pushed himself against her butt and rubbed. "Ohhh, that feels good." She 
giggled. 

Gil found candles in a cupboard, lighted several and went about placing them 
here and there, snapping off the electric lights. Jute and Emma came out of 
the bathroom and Jute smiled appreciatively at the dim, yellow lights. 

"Are we all gettin' high?" Libby asked. She was slurring her words. 

"You're already high, baby," Huey said, scooting close to her chair, sitting 
in front of her on the floor. She opened her knees, giggling. Kitty sipped 
her drink and watched Huey slide his hand up her thigh. She could tell from 
the expression on Lib-by's face exactly when his finger reached her pussy. 

Gil swung the bed out of the wall. It was a double Murphy and took up about 
a third of the room. 

Emma sat on it immediately, Jute beside her, staring at Libby. When Gil 
turned on the music, Libby began to sway, bare tits coming into view. Jute 
licked his lips and his eyes glittered. 

Then Gil was kissing her. His mouth was hot, tongue darting. It was very 
damned pleasant, being kissed by him. And during the kiss his hand crept 
down and fondled her fanny, fingers coiling lower, sliding, slithering-and 
she squirmed as they came up cozily between her thighs. She opened them for 
him. Then she broke the kiss to look about her. Gil continued to kiss her 
cheeks and neck. She could feel the pressure of his penis which was still in 
his pants. The thing was pushing out, trying, wanting to be unzipped. 

The small room was dark now, lit only by one flickering candle. Music was 
playing. And several feet from her, Libby was moving sinuously and sighing. 
Huey's head was a dark, moving patch between her white thighs. He was 
licking her avidly as she squirmed on the chair. 

Fred and Jute were talking in low tones. Kitty couldn't hear what they were 
saying, nor see them. They must be on the bed, because the bed was 
squeaking. She tried to raise her head but Gil pushed her down, kissing her 
again. She reached for his zipper. It took both hands to get the thing open 
and Gil moved to help her get at it. The big cock sprang out like a live 
creature, pulsating in her hands. Kitty squeezed it and caressed it, 
smelling the delicious musky odor of it. Then Gil rolled her onto her back 
and got on her in one swift, lithe movement, parting her legs. 

"Shit?" He stopped, looking down at her. "I forgot I can't fuck you." 

Kitty giggled. "I'll roll over." 

He grunted, then slid down quickly. She moaned involuntarily as his mouth 
closed over her virgin cunt. His tongue licked out, worming a tender passage 
into the tight cleft. Kitty pulled her legs wide, as wide open as she could, 
and rolled her shapely fanny. It felt wonderful. Gil was licking it 
furiously, mouthing her, frigging the hard clit. Sighing and moaning, Kitty 
writhed sensuously under his oral attack. She reached for him, not able to 
fasten on an arm or leg. He was well down between her thighs, frothily 
sucking her quim. She wanted to suck him too. 

A shadow seemed to loom over her. Kitty opened her eyes wide; something 
touched her cheek. She put her hands up and felt him-who was it? A long 
penis slid over her cheek and rubbed its velvet head against her mouth. 
Turning her head, she took it between her lips and licked at it. It tasted 
of cunt. She sucked it hard. The guy moved his hips slightly and the live 
cock serpentined warmly. Kitty pulled at his naked body with both hands, 
holding him tightly as she sucked it. 

She could hear Libby moaning louder now probably close to coming-and hear 
the sucking sounds that Huey made with his oscillating mouth. The bed was 
squeaking with an insistent rhythm and Emma's low-pitched sighs meant that 
she was being soundly screwed. Then Fred spoke from the bed, "Hold on, 
baby-you're gonna get it." 

The rhythm exploded and the bed began to thresh. Kitty looked up into the 
dark. That meant that she was sucking Jute. 

Gil made her come. All at once it welled up and befuddled her, making her 
moan loudly and twist agitatedly, churning her hips. Gil stayed with her 
every supply lunge. She scissored him, ramming her crotch at his hungry 
mouth, flopping like a fish on the bottom of a boat. She lost Jute's prick, 
but felt his body pressing her, hands roving, lips against her pouting" 
nipples through the cloth. 

"Man," she heard him hiss. "She's a live eel." 

She wanted to giggle. God, it was wonderful! Jute tore her blouse open to 
get at her naked breasts and she didn't care. She wanted his mouth on them. 
He bit one and she yelped. 

"Don't hurt 'er," Gil said. 

Jute growled in his throat. "Move over, I gonna fuck 'er right now." 

"You can't," Gil said, pulling her. 

"Horseshit, I can't," Jute snarled. "You gonna stop me?" His body was wiry, 
taut, and completely naked. Kitty cringed from the hardness of his elbows 
and knees as he slid down to force her legs apart. Gil was pulling her in 
the opposite direction. 

"She ain't got a cunt!" Gil said urgently. 

Jute paused, possibly astounded at the words, and Gil continued, explaining 
about Kitty. She felt his hand suddenly, slipping along her thigh to 
investigate her genitals. She took a deep breath and let him finger her. 

"I be a sonofabitch!" Jute said, his finger slithering in her wet cleft "I 
can't get more'n a knuckle in'er." 

"I told you," Gil hissed. 

"Lemme roll over," Kitty said. She pushed, squirming. 

Jute helped her. He was rough. He flopped her onto her belly in a moment and 
then straddled her back. Kitty giggled deep in her throat, feeling the big 
meaty weenie, so eager and capable. Jute was spitting on his hand and 
rubbing it on the cock. As he shoved the big head of it at her rosebud, she 
heard Libby groan very loudly, gasping at the same time, but somehow with 
pleasure, and knew the shapely redhead was booting one. 

Jute got the cock into her. She relaxed, feeling it come in, hard and 
goading. He levered it in with urgent thrusts. His loins stroked it; his 
dick seemed alive in her. She felt his hard, wiry body lying along her back. 
Her heart was thumping. He was reaming her as hard as he could go. 

Kitty gave herself up to the pleasure of it. She closed her eyes and put her 
cheek on the carpet, smelling dust, feeling the voraciousness of his anal 
attack. He was ramming it, battering her ass with it, hard balls doing a 
tattoo against yielding flesh. He panted in her ear, both hands holding her 
shoulders to keep her from sliding along the floor. 

Emma said, from the bed, "Hey-you're tryin' to get it in my ass, you know." 

Kitty snickered. Fred growled, "Stay still, for crissake." 

Libby and Huey, laughing, went into the darkened kitchen and Kitty could 
hear them there, rattling glasses and talking. Then Libby said, "Ooops. 
you're goosin' me." 

Huey replied something and Libby giggled. In a moment they were still, then 
Libby said, "Ooooo, Jesus, take it easy." 

Kitty forgot them then-Jute went into spasms, panting and driving. She felt 
for a wild moment that she was caught up in a machine that was slamming into 
her in a perfect frenzy of passion. She spread her arms, waiting out the 
carnal storm, pleasantly surprised at his tempestuousness. The guy could 
really work himself into a fury of lust She felt him come, smelled him, 
winced at the strength of his grasp on her. He went crazy mad for long 
moments. When he eased up, panting and jerking, the cock was still hard, 
still buried in her, still churning and inciting her. Kitty sighed, hoping 
he would give her another one. 

"Man, you're all right, honey," he told her, whispering into her ear. She 
turned her head, reaching out with her tongue. He found it with his mouth. 

"Get off me, you mother-fucker," Emma said. "I want my husband." 

Kitty heard Jute grunt, then Fred said, "Jesus, I got it in you, honey. 
What're you squawking about?" 

"I want Jute. He loves me right." 

Jute swore under his breath; he whispered into Kitty's ear, "She needs a 
lotta cock." 

"Get the fuck offa me," Emma said, and there was the sound of a struggle. 
Fred was swearing. Gil came padding out of the kitchen, Libby followed. 

"Jute," Emma wailed. 

"All right, I'm comin', baby," Jute growled. 

"You just did," Kitty said, snickering at his growling. He didn't want to 
get off her. 

"Whassa matter, baby?" Gil soothed. The bed squeaked with his weight. 
"Ain'tchoo gettin' any loving, baby?" 

"She got six fat inches of loving," Fred snarled. 

"Jute," Emma moaned. 

"She's all ginned up," Gil said. He moved aside as Fred rolled off her, cock 
flopping wetly. 

Gil slid smoothly between her tanned thighs. "You pore fuckin' chick. They 
givin' you a bad time, baby?" He slid the prick into the wet place that Fred 
had just vacated. The bed began to bounce and Emma gurgled like a baby. 

Jute was up now, and Kitty rolled over and got to her knees. The apartment 
was dim as hell, but she could see. The yellow candlelight actually gave off 
more light than she would have suspected, and the candles smelled as though 
perfumed. Huey was standing behind Libby in the kitchen doorway, his arms 
about her, kissing her as she rolled her fanny against his cock. 

There were cigarettes on the coffee table and Kitty crawled to it and put 
one between her lips. She was feeling good ... very nice and floaty, and 
very horny. The sound the bed was making drummed in her; she could almost 
feel Gil's cock inside her, instead of Emma. He had Emma panting now, legs 
up and around him. Fred was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching them 
fuck. 

When she lit the match, Fred glanced at her, then he smiled. "Hey, there's 
my girl." He got up and came toward her, cock swinging heavily. Kitty rose 
in a hurry and knelt on the couch, looking back over her shoulder at him. 
Fred put his knees on the couch, pressing himself against her butt, guiding 
the meaty organ. She felt it poking, sliding, pushing-and then it found the 
place. He oozed it up into her. 

"Hey, you love me, baby?" Fred asked. 

"Hell, yeah," Kitty said, snickering then drawing in her breath. The cock 
was skewering her. Fred shoved it in till his balls caressed her round 
fanny. It came in and seemed to swell up. Then he began to work it, seeking 
friction. Ohhhh, that felt good! She looked at the bed. Jute was embracing 
his wife, Emma, kissing her noisily. Gil was screwing her hotly and 
wantonly. 

Fred held her tightly, feeling for tits, and hissing at her. "That crazy 
dame is nuts. She lets you stick the meat in and get it workin', then she 
wants Jute. What's he got, a trick prick or something?" 

"Shut up an' screw me," Kitty said. She got comfortable on the couch, 
shoving her ass out. His dong was massaging her just right. God, she was 
horny! The more she got the more she seemed to want. 

 ELEVEN 

The campaign got underway; money was coming in from the tireless groups who 
were going door to door and from groups who approved of the young leader who 
had arisen. Fred, slim and intense, with his compelling eyes, had evolved 
several basic speeches which he gave to any and all who would listen. "We're 
going to win," was his favorite slogan. 

Gil was caught up in the campaign too, more than he had expected, he told 
her. Gil loved to talk politics, but he was very skeptical, very cynical. 
"Fred can't really win," he said in private, "but we'll have a hellova lot 
of fun." He insisted that she accompany him nearly everywhere-she'd had to 
quit her job and was receiving money from the party. 

New groups were forming, students and young people in all walks, even some 
hippies, like Jute and Emma, and all of them had to be briefed, cajoled, 
weaned from other parties, and Gil was good at it For a week, each night, 
she drove with Gil to new groups and listened while he spoke. There were 
usually drinks and discussions later. Some of these discussions were 
serious, but some degenerated into speed or pot parties. One became a sex 
orgy and Kitty was chased upstairs in a strange house and cornered by a 
short, slim youngster high on drugs. Before Gil was able to rescue her, 
Kitty had been raped. She had been knocked out and the youth had actually 
been able to work his thin penis into her vagina, tight though it must have 
been, and complete an orgasm. 

"So you're not a virgin anymore," Gil had commented later, when the doctor 
had examined her. 

The path forced by the frenzied youth had caused her much pain, and was 
tender for many days. When Gil entered her in the usual fashion, it made her 
wince. He had become accustomed to his delights, however, and promised to be 
careful-and he was. 

The Steering Committee met whenever possible; it was difficult to meet with 
Fred. His schedule was impossible, Gil or Huey had to catch him on the run 
between engagements. 

But the most fun, Kitty found, were the frequent get-together parties 
attended by a dozen or more upper echelon workers to discuss problems. One 
was held at night in the apartment of one of the workers, Carol 
something-or-other, Kitty never caught her name. 

She arrived late, with Gil, who had attended a film meeting in a garage. 
Someone had made a film for the cause, and it had been previewed-and proved 
to be so obscene that its use was limited. It could not, of course, be shown 
to the straights. It depicted a young couple, naked, masturbating with 
establishment symbols, jazzing each other and copulating. 

Gil had come from the garage with a hard-on and had bent her over the car 
seat to get his gun off before going to the get-together. 

The apartment was rather posh, two bedrooms, well furnished and very modern. 
"Her old man shells out very heavy bread," Gil said. "He'd get his balls in 
an uproar if he knew who she was supporting." 

There were more than a dozen people present, sitting about the living room, 
smoking, chattering, drinking. The lights were low, and Kitty found a spot 
on the floor near Chad Newell, whom she hadn't seen for several weeks. Chad 
grinned at her and instantly moved close to kiss her cheek affectionately, 
asking, "Where've you been, for God's sake?" 

She filled him in quickly, listening with half an ear to the conversation. 
There was much laughter about the AFA, because a city councilman had 
endorsed the AFA only that morning. ". . . As a fine organization of young 
people," someone quoted. 

Another said, "If the sonofabitch knew what it meant he'd shit his pants." 

"Le's go somewhere we can talk," Chad urged. 

She snickered. "You're horny?" 

"Oh, come on, I mean it. We've got a lot to talk about." 

She begged off for the moment, wanting to listen. Someone was expounding the 
theory that they should live up to their party name. "Face to face screwing 
is out," he said, to considerable laughter and some wisecracks. 

"How about oral stuff?" a pretty girl in a red dress wanted to know. 

"Suck him, honey," another girl said loudly. 

"Now I'm gettin' horny," Chad whispered in her ear. "How about it?" 

"Later," Kitty hissed. 

"Listen, we're rear-door delegates, right?" a long-haired youth said. "Up 
the fat asses. . . right?" 

"Gawd," a girl said, squirming on the floor, "it hurts that way." Someone 
whispered into her ear and she giggled. 

"I'll tell 'em about you," Chad offered. 

Kitty grabbed him. "You bastard-don't you dare!" It would embarrass her to 
be singled out as the inspiration for the movement. Plenty of them knew 
about her, but few actually knew who she was. 

"Blackmail," Chad grinned. "Then come on outside with me-I've got a car." 

"You're terrible." But she went She couldn't tell, he might very well shoot 
his mouth off. The party was breaking up anyway, getting intimate. As she 
followed Chad through the kitchen, someone was passing out joints and the 
sweetish smell of pot began to waft about On the back porch a guy was 
pressed up close to a girl who sat on the broad wooden railing. Her legs 
were opened wide and his hips were gently moving, in and out. Both of them 
called out, "Hi." 

"Hi," Kitty said, feeling Chad's hands on her butt as they went down the 
stairs. 

"They'll screw around till midnight, most-likely," Chad said. "I mean the 
party, not those two ... well, maybe they will too." He chuckled. "I hear 
you're shacking up with Gil." 

"Yes, sort of." 

"I've been seeing Paula-you haven't seen her either for weeks." 

"No," Kitty clucked her tongue. "How is she?" 

"Horny as ever," Chad grinned. "Wears my poor pecker to a shadow-here's the 
car." 

He opened the door of a two-door Chevy and Kitty slid inside. It was parked 
on a dark side street under a row of leafy elms. Chad got in beside her, 
embraced her, and she slid toward him willingly, kissing him hotly. 

"It doesn't feel like a shadow," Kitty said, grasping his straining penis. 
She freed it and massaged it in both hands. Chad caressed her breasts, 
opening her blouse to handle bare flesh, tickling her nipples. He bent, 
kissing them and sucking them, one after the other till she squirmed and 
jazzed him hard. 

"You taste good," he breathed, licking them. She leaned down and bit his 
ear. "Taste me further down." 

Chad pushed her thighs apart almost roughly. Turning, he slid to the floor 
of the car and Kitty lifted her legs high. In a second his hot mouth 
fastened over her cunt and his tongue invaded her. She squeaked in pleasure, 
bucking and twisting in the sheer delight of his mouthing. 

"Hey, you had this thing fixed?" he asked. 

"Huh?" Then she realized what he meant. "Oh, no-it got stretched, that's 
all." 

He forced his tongue up into her as she sucked in her breath. "I'll bet I 
can get into you." 

"Don't you try it, goddammit!" 

He laughed. "You might like fucking, if you ever got really fucked, honey." 

"Who needs it?" 

"Lissen, the best people do it." 

Kitty kicked off her shoes and put both feet on the seat, pushing her 
genitals at him. She felt his mouth, lips rolling, tongue thrusting, and 
sighed with the exquisite pleasure of his licking. "Lick me, darling, I 
wanna come." 

He set himself to the task, holding her satin fanny with both hands and 
working the butterfly technique with tantalizing expertness. Kitty threw 
herself against the back of the seat, shuddering as his furious tongue 
inflamed her and convulsed her. He made her jerk and squirm as he teased her 
nerve ends, making her moan and flinch, twisting and churning her hips as 
though to get away from the darting tongue. But if he made the slightest 
indication of pausing, she was hissing at him, begging, almost sobbing in 
her wantonness. And when he closed his inciting mouth over her quim again, 
she sighed deep, soul sighs, jerking again in the pain-pleasure of his 
tonguing. 

Chad french kissed her cunt in a fury of lust, ravishing her clit, 
slobbering in the cunt sauce-driving her over the crazy edge of orgasm into 
wallowing depths of ecstatic satiation. 

The satiation took long, luxurious moments arriving. She was sweating, 
panting, squirming, feeling as though raw nerves were exposed and his every 
tongue touch was screamingly violent-and yet she wanted more. 

She hardly realized that he was fingering her lightly, introducing his hard 
cock into her vagina. He got the head of it in her before she awoke and 
jerked herself away. "Don't-please don't." 

"Why the fuck're you afraid of it?" 

She pushed at him, covering her cunt with a trembling hand. "I'm afraid 
you'll tear me." 

He got down and kissed it, licking the pussy tenderly. "I wouldn't hurt it 
for the world." 

It relaxed her. "Then put it in me-the other way." 

Chad worked it into her anus. "Here it comes, baby." He goosed it in, deeper 
and deeper, as she writhed and held her legs behind the knees. "Paula likes 
it this way now," he said. 

Kitty giggled, enjoying the feel of it. "Izzat what you wanted to talk 
about?" 

He pinched her ass. "You're a wise guy. You knew I wanted to boff you, huh?" 

"Yeah, I knew it. And you're doing it too, aren't you?" 

"Every day's ass-screwing, you know that? But you're still the best, Kitty. 
You got a trained ass-hole." 

She snickered. "Don't talk dirty." 

"What's dirty? You're a beautiful chick, honey. Any guy would get a hard-on 
rubbing up against you. Am I doing it the way you want?" 

She nodded in the gloom. He was feeding it in with long, practiced 
strokes-into her trained ass-hole Gil had said a few times that screwing her 
ass was just like screwing a cunt, only better because she could clamp down 
on a prick so much better. She clamped down on Chad and he sucked in his 
breath and chuckled. 

"Yeahhhh, that's good." 

"Do it hard," she whispered. "Real hard." 

He churned it into her, hard and fast, rocking the car, making them both 
pant. Kitty held out as long as she could, hot from the licking he'd given 
her, wanting to thrill to the long, plunging cock-but he pushed her over. 

They both came, jerking and bucking in a mutual paroxysm of desire His gun 
fired into her bowels and she squirmed in a fever, twisting uncontrollably, 
moaning with the embedded prong. 

He stayed hard for long, delicious minutes, continuing to fuck it in long 
after he had wrung his pleasure from the tight bung. She loved him for that. 
It extended her pleasure and she soothed herself on the clit with a busy 
finger. 

He slid it out finally and they sat side by side on the seat, smoking, her 
hand curled around his warm supple cock, only half hard. He told her about 
Paula, and a few of the friends she hadn't seen since she'd been going with 
Gil and working in the campaign. 

"I don't think Fred can win," he said. "What about afterward?" 

"I'll get a job or something." 

"Whatta you mean 'something'? Shack up?" 

Kitty shrugged. "Why not? Maybe I'll even get married." 

Chad laughed. "Cut it out-I don't see you married. You're not the type." 

"What the fuck is the marrying type? Anybody can be married. What about you 
and Paula?" 

Chad chuckled. "Hell, no. I'm the jealous type. Paula is passing it around 
to a half-dozen guys." He finished his cigarette and flipped it out the 
window. "Besides, marriage is too goddamned straight." He slid his hand up 
the soft skin of her inner thigh. 

Kitty leaned her head toward him, said, "Ummmmm," and opened her legs. "Are 
you gonna boff me again?" She squeezed the cock. 

He patted her quim gently. "Let's go in and have a drink first." 

It was midnight when they went inside. The party had broken up. Most had 
gone home, but a few remained and a few newcomers had arrived late. The 
sweet smell of pot was everywhere. The kitchen was dark as they entered from 
the back stairs, and a feminine voice asked, "Izzat you, Bert?" 

Chad said, "No, sorry, honey." "Don' be sorry." 

Kitty saw the girl move close, surprised that she was naked. There was 
enough light in the room so that Kitty could glimpse the girl's reaching 
hand. Chad said, "Ouch ... that's my cock!" 

"No kiddin', " the girl snickered. "Is that wot it is?" She fused with Chad, 
his back to the sink, and Kitty had to step aside The girl said, "You can 
get it harder'n that, can't you?" 

A man's voice piped up. "Miriam, where the hell are you?" 

"Here," Kitty said, hearing the naked girl's soft iaugh. A man came through 
the kitchen door and Kitty moved into his path. He almost collided with her, 
then his arms were around her, one hand going immediately to her fanny, 
rubbing it. He too was naked. Lips pressed hers, and Kitty responded with an 
urgency behind her kiss; she felt his dong pushing at her belly and pushed 
back. His ardor was very evident. They kissed passionately and her hands 
roved his bare back, patting his round fanny. 

He turned her toward the door then, and she had only a backward glance at 
the nude girl and Chad. The girl's legs were scissoring Chad and he was 
embracing her tightly. Then she was through the door into the dim dining 
room. A few small red bulbs were on, illuminating the rooms with a rosy 
glow; music was playing from somewhere, and she could see the living room 
couch where a couple was sprawled, also naked, obviously screwing. 

The guy stopped her, pressing up closely behind, kissing her neck. "You're 
not Miriam, honey." 

"How d'you know?" 

He chuckled. "You got all these fuckin' clothes on. Let's go take 'em off." 
His hands were investigating her tits. Kitty slid one hand behind her and 
grasped his prong. It was a big meaty one, arching out bravely. She guided 
it under her mini and rubbed it in the crack of her bare ass. His loins 
began to work it warmly and it hardened. He was unfastening her blouse, 
rubbing her nipples with both wrists as he did so. She frigged the cock 
provokingly, wanting it in her. 

Kitty was gently pushed into the nearest bedroom. It was quite dark, but the 
bed was squeaking. He got the blouse off her, then urged her onto the bed. 
She had to feel her way; there was a couple there, threshing hotly, the man 
on top. Kitty fell onto her stomach beside the couple, the man crawled 
between her legs. "You like it that way, honey?" 

"That's the AFA, ain't it?" Kitty said. 

The guy grunted. He let himself down on her and she felt him exploring with 
a busy hand. The big head of the cock nudged her and she held her breath 
till he oozed it inside. "Dozzat hurt? ' 

"No," she hissed, "shove it!" 

He pushed and the weenie came in warmly. Kitty damped down on it, feeling 
his quick intake of breath. He liked that. He began to fuck it in ardently, 
arms snaking about her. She smiled into the dark. 

The other couple continued to play, squishy suction sounds marking their 
progress toward delight. They were kissing and hugging and her feet caressed 
his legs and back as he humped her. Kitty stared at them, her eyes adjusting 
to the dark, able to see that the girl was blonde-she remembered seeing her 
earlier-and the guy was a wiry, dark stranger. He saw her looking and she 
glimpsed the flash of his white teeth. "Hi, honey," he whispered. 

Kitty smiled back, "Hi." He leaned toward her and kissed her, licking his 
tongue into her mouth. 

"Hey, who's your friend?" the blonde girl asked. 

"Who the fuck knows," the guy said. "She kisses good." 

Kitty giggled. They were very close, rubbing elbows, in fact The motions of 
one couple was transmitted to the other. Kitty could almost look into the 
face of the blonde girl, an oval face with huge dark eyes. 

"I'm Kitty," she said. "Kitty Blair." 

The wiry stranger smiled. "I've heard that. . . hey, aren't you the ass 
freak?" 

Kitty was astonished. Had her fame preceded her? The guy on her back was 
reaming with rutting thrusts. He slowed, hearing her name. "No kiddin', are 
you Kitty?" 

"Yeah," Kitty said, sorry now that she had spoken. 

"This's Kewpie," the dark man said, "I'm Johnny. Glad t'meet you." "Hi," 
Kewpie said. 

"I'm Mario," the reamer said. "I had it a yard into this baby an' I didn't 
even know her name." 

"Same with us," Johnny said. 

Kewpie snorted. "Come on, we've known each other a week. You've picked me up 
about every night this week from the club." 

"What club?" Mario asked. 

Johnny said, "She's a topless dancer." 

"Bottomless too," Kewpie snickered. "You gotta shake more'n tits these 
days." 

"There's more'n shaking it," Johnny said. "They feel it, too." 

"Only at the last show," Kewpie snickered. "So a few guys feel you, big 
deal. At least I get paid for it. I been felt up plenty for nothing." 

"I'll feel you for nothing," Mario offered. 

Kewpie giggled. "See what I mean?" 

"How about us tradin' off?" Mario asked. "You gals mind that?" 

"You mean swap girls?" 

"Okay with me," Kewpie said. "How 'bout you, honey?" 

"Sure," Kitty agreed. She felt Mario withdrawing at once. He was eager to 
get into the blonde, she thought. Johnny was slower, continuing to pump 
Kewpie, then getting off her reluctantly. The bed squeaked as they changed 
places. Kitty looked at the blonde girl, waiting as Johnny straddled her 
back. Kewpie merely grinned as the eager Mario let himself down and stabbed 
his cock into her. She chuckled as he thrust hard for a moment, seating the 
organ to the hair. 

Kitty felt Johnny enter her, easing it in carefully, and oozing it deep. She 
smiled over her shoulder at him, then he kissed her neck and began to ream 
it in steadily. "Oooo, that's great," he whispered. She clamped down on him. 

Mario was ramming the blonde, seemingly fired up. She held him. "Gawd, I got 
me a forest fire!" 

"I'm hot for blondes," Mario panted. 

"You're hot, baby," Kewpie said, kissing him. "C'mon, give mama the load." 

Mario began to fuck her hotly. 

It was more than an hour later when Kitty found Gil in the other bedroom, in 
bed with Emma. Her long tanned legs were wrapped about him. Jute was sitting 
on the end of the bed keeping time to imaginary music. He was stoned, she 
realized. The room was dimly lit and he made no move when she went past him 
to lean over Gil's jogging form. Gil was in no mood to get off the sinuous 
Emma to take anyone home. 

"Shit," Kitty said, half under her breath. She'd probably have to stay here 
in the apartment. She started to rise, then Jute's hands were on her. He was 
stoned, but not enough that her roundness didn't attract him. He pushed her 
facedown on the bed and forced her legs apart. It was amazing how fast he 
slid into her! She looked back at him, panting in a moment, his cock filling 
her, his body slithering, driving, ramming the prong deep. 

"Funky ass," he breathed in her ear, churning the cock into her. "I remember 
you." 

 TWELVE 

"She's a very young gal," Gil said, looking at Kitty. "She hasn't made up 
her mind about the future yet." 

"Don't talk about me as though I wasn't here." 

Gil laughed. He caught the cigarette that Emma tossed him and flicked a 
lighter under the end of it as it dangled from the corner of his mouth. 

"She's typical," he said, winking at Emma. "Just a kid having fun." 

Kitty shrugged and slumped in her chair. They were in what Fred called his 
main office. It was little more than a garage, converted into an office. It 
had two telephones and several desks; it was the nerve center of the 
campaign. Two volunteer girls were typing at machines and another was 
talking on one of the phones. There was a sturdy-shed behind the garage, 
with a connecting door, where Fred usually sat when he was present. It gave 
a measure of privacy. Kitty had been in the garage several times when Fred 
had taken one of the volunteer girls into the private office and locked the 
door. The girl had come out later, flushed, with smeared lipstick. Gil did 
the same thing. 

Someone had painted a huge slogan on the windowless side of the room: FUCK 
the squares. There were blown-up photos of copulation pinned to the walls, 
and a bold and imaginative artist had rendered a large anal intercourse 
scene between the windows which looked out to an alley. Squares weren't 
permitted in the room. 

The slim, dark girl on the phone turned, covering the receiver. She yelled 
at Gil to get his attention, "Fred's due at the Riverside Club, isn't he?" 

"In a half hour," Gil said, glancing at his watch, "unless he stops for a 
shit." 

"Some fuckface is wetting his pants," the girl said. Gil shrugged and she 
went back to the phone, speaking sweetly. 

"When'll Jute be back?" Emma asked. 

Gil smiled at her, looking directly at her obviously braless breasts that 
pushed out the loose gown she wore. "I dunno." 

She sat on the end of a table, dangling her sandaled feet. Gil moved to 
stand beside her. He curled fingers about the nearest breast, then bounced 
them both, his back to the others in the room. They paid him no attention. 

Kitty brooded. Gil knew she could see what he was doing, yet he was fondling 
Emma's lush breasts only a few feet from her. Emma was smiling up at him, 
moving her shoulders sinuously as he teased her nipples. She flicked thumb 
and forefinger at his fly, then continued to nudge the hardness she found 
there. 

Squirming slightly on the chair, Kitty realized her own nipples were getting 
hard as she watched the love play. She grabbed a cigarette and scratched a 
match. By now she knew Gil very damn well and could tell he was getting 
excited. Emma's long, tanned fingers were jiggling and tantalizing the bulge 
at Gil's fly. Emma, Gil had told her, was constantly horny. 

Gil slid his hand down the neck of her dress, after bare tit. Emma licked 
her lips and both hands closed around Gil's bulge. Lifting her mouth to his, 
she flicked her tongue across his lips and whispered something. Gil smiled 
and nodded. Emma slid off the table and headed for the private office. Gil 
winked at her and Kitty bit her lip. The pangs of jealousy clawed through 
her as she watched the door close behind them. She stared at the blank door, 
visualizing Emma yanking up the gown and flopping on her back on the couch 
that Fred used-and Gil lowering himself on her, thrusting the lance into her 
supple body. 

"Jesus," the girl at the phone said, "he's only gonna fuck her, honey. That 
goddammed Emma would spread for a pig. Don't let it get you uptight" 

"Yeah, I guess so," Kitty agreed. 

In about a half hour Gil opened the door and called her into the small 
office. Kitty went in slowly, hardly noticing Gil's familiar slap on the 
fanny as he closed the door behind her. Emma was on the couch, smoking a 
cigarette, her heavily lidded eyes unblinking. Her long legs were bare and 
sleek; she hadn't bothered to push her gown down below midthigh. There was a 
lush odor of jism in the room. 

"I promised to take Emma back to her pad," Gil said, "only I can't leave 
till Fred gets back." 

"Yeah?" Kitty said, knowing what was coming. 

"So will you take my car an' drive her?" 

"That'll turn me on," Kitty sneered. 

Gil swatted her fanny again, "Come on, honey, don't get sore over a little 
balling. There's plenty left for you." 

"All right," she said. "Gimme the keys." 

They drove for five minutes before Emma spoke. "What're you sore about? It 
was only a quickie." "I'm not sore." 

Emma stretched. "Fucking don't hurt anybody. You're an ass freak aren't 
you?" 

Kitty looked at the other. "Did Gil tell you that?" 

"No, Jute did. You've had my husband humping you." 

"I didn't run after him to do it." 

Emma shrugged. "Maybe not, what difference? I can't help it if I have to 
have a guy. That's the way it is, that's all. You dig, huh?" 

Kitty nodded. She began to feel sympathy for the lithe girl. She smiled at 
Emma, "Okay, forget it Deal?" 

Emma smiled back. "Deal." 

It was a fifteen minute drive to the pad, an over-the-garage rental that 
Emma and Jute shared with another couple. Kitty parked the car and flicked 
off the switch. Dusk was gathering; a half block up the street a group of 
boys were playing football. Emma bummed a cigarette. "Come on in." 

"Is Jute there?" 

Emma shook her head. "He won't be back till later. We can fix something to 
eat" She turned on the seat, looking directly at Kitty. "I could turn you 
on." 

Kitty blinked. "Oh yeah? With what?" 

"With me." Emma lowered her husky voice. "You're a real doll, you know. 
Don't you want to?" 

"Gawd," Kitty was surprised. "I didn't know you swung both ways. Are you 
horny again?" 

"I'm always horny. How about it, honey?" 

Kitty swallowed. Emma had slid close and a soft hand crept across her belly 
and moved back again, caressing the two heavy tits. "Let me lick you," Emma 
whispered. 

"Here in the car?" Kitty gulped, glancing around. 

"If you want, but I'd rather go upstairs." 

Kitty giggled nervously. Emma's soft fingers explored the tingling flesh of 
her inner thighs. When she turned her head, Emma's mouth closed over hers 
for a moment. She pulled away, breathing hard. "All right. Let's go." 

Emma snickered. They walked up narrow wooden stairs to a tiny landing, and 
Emma unlocked the door. A food smell drifted out, slightly stale and 
sweetish ... perhaps pot mixed in with the food smells. Kitty felt Emma's 
hands caressing her bottom, rubbing her buns. She felt a strange sense of 
excitement-she was about to be had by another girl! 

"In here," Emma said, pulling her arm. 

Kitty glanced around, not much of an apartment, she thought, worn and 
much-used furniture, threadbare rug ... even the floor squeaked when they 
walked across it. Emma guided her to a small bedroom. The double bed took up 
most of the room. Kitty turned to face the other, suddenly uncertain. If it 
had been a man, she'd have known. Emma was smiling, with a peculiar 
bright-eyed smile. "You are really a doll," she said softly. Then she pushed 
Kitty down, backward. Kitty fell onto the squeaking bed, arms out to break 
the fall, conscious that Emma was on her like a tigress. Emma didn't fool 
around with love play-she pushed up skirts and flung herself between Kitty's 
white thighs. 

"Oh, Jesus!" Kitty yelped, feeling the hot mouth sucking at her genitals 
with an obscene passion. She writhed, held with feverish strength by Emma 
who was attacking her in a frenzy. What was all that talk about women being 
gentle and loving? Emma licked her and slobbered in her box with berserk 
fury. Kitty was totally unprepared for such voracious behavior! Emma, the 
fuck-happy hippie, was tongue-fucking her wildly. Kitty moaned, feeling the 
red-hot tongue thrusting up into her narrow vagina. A hard finger oozed into 
her anus at the same time. 

Then a man came into the room. Kitty, on her back, facing the door, saw him 
almost immediately. He was young, younger than Gil, with bushy sideburns and 
long brown hair. He was wearing a torn T-shirt and jeans. He stared at the 
writhing pair on the bed, then he smiled. 

Kitty could do nothing. She wanted to scream, but she could only gasp and 
squirm. She had no idea who the guy was; she should warn Emma, but she could 
not speak. She began to twist, to reach out to Emma, gulping air, her eyes 
wide with apprehension. Then she saw the stranger open his pants with flying 
fingers and drag out a long, pink, hard cock. In the next instant he had 
moved up behind Emma, flung up her skirts and grabbed her round buttocks. 
Feeling his hands, Emma darted a glance over her shoulder. 

Kitty found her voice, "There's a guy!" 

Emma chuckled. "It's Johnny, f crissake, you remember him." She ducked her 
head into Kitty's crotch and resumed the mouth job. 

"Johnny?" said Kitty, uncertain. 

He grinned at her over Emma's back. He was in Emma, stroking it in, holding 
her bare butt with both hands. "I think we met on a bed somewhere," Johnny 
said. "Your tits look familiar." 

Kitty giggled. Now she remembered him. He had a blonde nude-dancer girl 
friend named Kewpie. "Where's Kewpie?" she asked. 

"She's workin' at the club," Johnny said. "So you r'member, huh? But-I 
forgot your name." 

"Kitty Blair." 

Johnny snickered. "Oh yeah, the ass freak. I hear you're Gil's pussy. Izzat 
so?" 

Kitty nodded. She flopped back, writhing again under Emma's lapping. Emma 
was goosing her and butter-flying the tumid clit with a flying tongue. She 
forgot Johnny, closing her eyes, conscious only of the hot mouth and of the 
fact that she was going to come. 

Emma sensed it and attacked the moist flesh with lustful ardor. Kitty was 
driven headlong over the edge. She gasped and screamed when the orgasm 
convulsed her. For a brief moment her shapely legs bicycled, then she 
rolled, twisted and moaned, jerking uncontrollably as Emma sucked hard, 
causing crazy pain-pleasure spasms to pulsate through her trembling body. 

Through teary eyes, Kitty saw that Johnny was excitedly thrusting and 
ramming his prick into Emma's rear end. The sight of a lovely girl writhing 
in a frantic orgasm had fired him. He was slack-mouthed, driving hard, 
holding her in a steely grip-and now Emma was panting, gulping air, 
forgetting to lick her. Kitty thrust a hand down, tickling her own hard 
clitoris to keep the sensation alive for just a little longer. 

Emma was coming-and then Johnny shot his wad. Kitty sprawled, frigging 
herself, watching them buck in the delicious torment of their mutual orgasm. 
Johnny was curved over her back, his red cheek flat against her spine, 
thrusting into her viciously. Emma raised her cunt-wet face, eyes closed, a 
look of carnal dreaming playing about her full red lips as she smiled and 
her body jerked and twitched. Then they both fell sideways onto the bed, 
with Johnny continuing to pump his cock into her. 

After a bit they were still, sighing and breathing hard, the sensuous 
sensations fading. Kitty opened her eyes at last, staring at the darkening 
ceiling. Emma had sucked her off better than Gil had. She slid her hand 
across both breasts, feeling hard nipples. Maybe if she moved close to Emma 
the tawny girl would suck them. 

She turned her head in time to see Johnny slide up and put his half-hard 
cock between Emma's lips. Johnny grinned at her as Emma sucked it. 

Kitty sighed, watching the wet cock. "Whyn't you come and stick that in me?" 

"As soon's she gets it real hard." 

Emma looked up at him. "Izzat what I am, a cock toughener?" 

He said, "You're the best lay in town. How many times I gotta tell you?" 

"Every day," Emma said. She began kissing the penis again. "Whatta you tell 
Kewpie?" 

Johnny winked at Kitty. "Hell, I tell her the same fuckin' thing, what 
else?" 

Kitty squirmed on the bed, pulling her skirts up high so that she was naked 
from the waist down. Johnny was looking at her nakedness, very interested in 
it. She opened her thighs and smiled at him. She was so damned horny! She 
moved her hips provocatively and watched him lick his lips. Emma was forced 
to guide the prick because it was getting very stiff. She held it with one 
hand, only the big end of it in her mouth; she was giving it a good working 
over. 

Johnny was staring at her legs and her pussy, Kitty saw, pursing her lips at 
him. She had beautiful legs, long and supple. She half rolled toward him and 
opened her blouse, smiling at him as incitingly as she could. She bared her 
lush breasts and he licked his lips again as she made them move, rolling and 
swaying heavily. 

"Oh Christ!" Johnny said. He pulled away from Emma and dived at her. Kitty 
squealed and flopped onto her belly. She heard Emma swear, then his body was 
on her and he scrambled between her spread legs. Kitty pushed her ass up, 
feeling a questing finger slide under her. His meaty organ followed, and in 
a second he was pushing, oozing, shoving, working it in. Kitty writhed, 
pushing back at him, thrilling as the thing came into her. She rolled her 
eyes toward Emma. The tawny girl was sitting there, half naked, big titties 
with dark areolas staring at them. 

Johnny had it in to the hair and began working it in and out. He was prone 
on her back, his arms under her, holding both tits-one of her favorite 
positions. She smiled dreamily at Emma. 

A door slammed. Emma jerked around. "That must be Kewpie." 

"Tell 'er we got company," said Johnny, humping steadily. 

"What the fuck you doin'? " a girl said from the doorway. 

Kitty stared at the newcomer, blonde, willowy, with a rather hard face, she 
thought. This must be Kewpie, the topless, bottomless dancer. 

"Just killin' time, honey," Johnny said in a lame tone. He paused in his 
efforts but didn't get off her. Emma snickered. 

"Jezis Christ!" Kewpie snarled. "Izzat all you guys do all day? I'm wearing 
my ass out and you're here screwing some dame ... who the fuck izzat dame 
anyhow?" She glared at Kitty. 

"Oh, come on, Kewpie," Emma said. "We're not hurting anything." 

"You're on my goddamed bed. Johnny's got his cock in some goddamed dame-who 
the hell izzat dame anyhow?" 

"I'm-" Kitty began. 

"Lissen, don't get sore, Kewpie, honey," Johnny soothed. "You met her 
before, remember?" 

"No, I don't remember." Kewpie was mad. Frowning, she advanced into the room 
and stood beside the bed. "It smells like a cheap French whorehouse in 
here." 

Kitty wanted to ask her how she knew, but didn't dare. 

"Jezis, honey, cool it," Johnny said. "This's Kitty. You remember her. Gil's 
pusser-girl friend." 

Kitty nodded and Kewpie glared at her. Johnny's cock was softening quickly 
as Kewpie swept his lusts away. Kitty could hardly feel it. 

"So how come she has to be in my fuckin' bed gettin' reamed?" 

Johnny lifted himself off her back and wiped his pink pendant It had 
shriveled to half its large size. Kitty rolled and sat up, covering her bare 
thighs as much as the short skirt permitted. Kewpie glared at her naked 
titties, and Kitty hastily covered them. 

"Okay, okay," Johnny soothed. "The party's over. No more screwing around. 
Whassmatter with you, Kewpie?" 

"Did you get fired?" Emma asked. 

Kewpie glared and swept out of the room. They heard her in the kitchen, 
slamming a cupboard, rattling glasses. 

"She's tired," Johnny said with a grimace. "She isn't like this as a rule, 
huh?" 

"I'll go talk to her," Emma said, rising and fastening her gown. "I'll tell 
her that I invited Kitty here." 

Kitty was annoyed. The shock of the blonde's anger was wearing off. She had 
rights, didn't she? "Fuck her," Kitty said. "What's so important about her?" 

Johnny snickered, "Well, she's paying the rent, for one." 

"Not all of it," Emma said, "And that kid of hers gets in your hair." Kitty 
asked, "What kid?" 

"She's at school," Johnny shrugged, then glanced at the clock on the 
dresser. "She oughta be home ... unless she's sitting in some guy's car 
yanking his pud." 

Emma went out, still smoothing her gown. Kitty accepted the cigarette Johnny 
gave her and waited for a light. "Five of you live here?" 

"Yeah. Fun, huh?" Johnny struck a match and flopped on the bed beside her. 
"Emma doesn't like the kid too much-her name's Gerry-because the kid is a 
cocksucker and Jute is after her all the time." 

"But you're not, huh?" 

Johnny grinned. "Sure, I get my kicks. Gerry is a mouth freak and I love it, 
so what the hell." He took a long drag. "Kewpie works too fuckin' hard in 
that joint, but I can't get her to quit. She makes good bread." 

Kitty glanced at the clock. It was early evening. "Doesn't she work at 
night?" 

"Yeh, she's going back. She comes home to see Gerry, now'n then." He looked 
anxiously toward the door. "I hope Emma has smoothed her out She doesn't get 
sore like that too much, but when she does she gets her pussy all tangled 
up." 

"You oughta go in." 

He nodded and slid off the bed. "Yeah, maybe I better." He started for the 
door and came back, grinning. "Lissen, stick around, huh? She'll clear out 
pretty soon-and we got unfinished business, right?" 

"Sure," Kitty said. 

She sat smoking the cigarette Maybe she should go back to the office and 
Gil, but she was still slightly annoyed with him. He was taking her far too 
much for granted. No, fuck him, she would stay here. Let Gil wonder where 
she was for a change. 

Besides, she still felt itchy. Kewpie had entered at a lousy time, broken in 
on a very groovy and pleasant scene. When Kewpie went back to her club, then 
Johnny would be free to ball again; and she wanted him. 

Emma returned with two ice-clinking glasses and handed one over. Whiskey and 
water. She sat on the edge of the bed, smiling. "Johnny is cooling her. 
They're in the other bedroom." 

Kitty sipped and arched her eyebrows. "He's screwing her?" 

Emma nodded. "That's what she keeps him for. I think she wants to make damn 
sure she wrings him out so he can't start humping us when she leaves. Are 
you hungry?" 

"A little That's bitchy." 

"Kewpie is a bitch. So's her daughter, Gerry. That fucking Gerry is only 
thirteen too. You should see the two of them in bed with Johnny." Emma ran 
her hand up K i ll y's satin thigh. "There's some stew, honey, if you like 
stew." 

"I wouldn't mind." 

"Okay." Emma rose and Kitty slid off the bed and followed her into the 
kitchen. Passing the closed bedroom door, Emma jerked her head and Kitty 
could hear the bedsprings squeaking with a good fast rhythm. "He's cooling 
her all right." 

Gerry came in while Emma was spooning out the stew into two plates. She was 
very young, fresh-faced, with long brown hair and wise eyes. Her sweater was 
loose over small pointy breasts, and her legs were long and sleek under a 
micro-mini. Emma introduced them and Gerry said, "Hi." She looked like any 
of a thousand young kids, Kitty thought. 

"Don't go in the bedroom," Emma said. "They're waltzing." 

"Oh yeah?" Gerry went to the bedroom door, listening to the bedsprings. She 
came back. "Who's on her, Johnny or Jute?" 

"listen," Emma said, "if Jute was here he'd be on me." She put the stew on 
the table. "Want some?" 

"I already ate." Gerry said. She lit a cigarette "How long'ave they been at 
it?" 

"A few minutes." Emma sat down across the table from Kitty and they began to 
eat Gerry wandered back to the bedroom door and leaned against it, listening 
to the music and the moans from inside. 

"That kid is a freak cat," Emma whispered. 

Kewpie and Johnny came out of the bedroom soon after they had finished the 
stew; Emma was washing the dishes. 

"That was a quickie," Gerry observed. 

"Don't be a smart-ass," Kewpie said. "Go get me a cigarette. Jesus, that kid 
is too goddam much." 

Gerry fished for a pack and Johnny swatted her fanny as he went by, to 
frowns from Kewpie. "She's okay," he said. 

"Hey, Mom," Gerry said, tossing Kewpie the pack. "I wanna go up to the lake 
with some of the kids over the weekend, huh?" 

"I think you oughta stay here." 

"Oh, shit, Mom, why not? I'll be the only one of the bunch not going." 

"Goddammit, I don't want you coming back knocked up, for crissakes. You got 
a mind like a fucking sieve. You'll forget to take your pills an' then what? 
I have to pay some creep five hundred for a scrape job." 

"Oh, Mom, you always make it sound like-" 

"I know what I make it sound like. You'll get up there with those guys and 
start laying it around, well, forget it. You're not going." 

"Oh, hell, Kewpie, let the kid go," Johnny said. 

"You stay outa this, dammit." 

"I will not forget to take the stupid pill. I'll make a deal with Susie and 
we'll remind each other." 

Kewpie glared. "I damn well said no. You heard me. I said no. Now get your 
ass in the bedroom and do your lessons." 

"Fuck the damn lessons." 

Kewpie screamed. She charged Gerry, arms swinging. "I'll cut that goddam 
kid's tits off!" 

Johnny tackled her and Gerry retreated, eyes wide, slamming the bedroom 
door. Johnny wrestled the excited Kewpie to the couch, talking fast. It took 
five minutes to calm her; Emma brought her a whiskey and water, and luckily 
Gerry stayed in the bedroom. 

Kitty went into the kitchen, sipping a drink moodily. As soon as Kewpie left 
for the club, she'd clear out. Gil might be yelling for his car already. 
Emma came in, heating coffee, smiling to herself. 

"That Johnny is a jerk, putting up with all this shit." 

Kitty shrugged. "Kewpie must be a good lay." 

"Yeah, I guess that's it-and Gerry. That kid blows him every day. But the 
whole scene is an uptight deal. Kewpie blasts off damn near every day about 
something or other. She's a funky cat" 

Kitty looked into the living room. Kewpie was at the door. Johnny kissed her 
and went partway down the steps with her. When he returned he went straight 
to the bedroom and closed the door behind him. 

Kitty finished her drink. "So Gerry is hot stuff, huh?" 

Emma nodded slowly. "A chip off the old block-is that the expression? Kewpie 
would fuck a windmill, and so will Gerry. They're just alike those two." 

Kitty crossed the living room and opened the bedroom door. Johnny heard it 
and looked up. Gerry didn't notice-or didn't care. Gerry was straddling 
Johnny's legs as he sprawled belly up on the bed. She was sucking his hard 
organ as wantonly as anyone could, and Johnny was smiling. "Stick around," 
he said. 

Gerry glanced up then and her expression didn't change. She made no move to 
hide what she was doing. 

"I'm gonna beat it," Kitty said. 

"Suit yourself," Johnny shrugged. He patted Gerry's head and the girl went 
back to her sucking. Kitty backed out of the room. 

Emma went to the door with her. "We could ball some more." 

"I'm gonna go find me a man." 

"Jezis, you're choosy," Emma said. 

 THIRTEEN 

Fred, the candidate, and Jute were becoming close. They were almost constant 
companions, and many times Emma accompanied them. Jute and Emma were able to 
talk to the younger element even better than Fred could, and they had the 
extra advantage-they looked like rebels. 

"That Fred is hung up on Emma's cunt anyway," Gil said nastily. "Those two 
are screwin' in the back seat while Jute drives. She's wearin' him out." 

Kitty thought he sounded jealous. Gil had been close to Fred-in case Fred 
actually won, Gil would be in a position of power. And now Fred was 
consulting Jute rather than Gil. 

A few times she saw Gil frowning musingly at her, as though he might be 
wondering if he could use her, Kitty, in the same way that Jute was using 
Emma. 

And Gil was drinking quite a bit. Chad Newell had come by the office and 
they had gone out to the nearest bar for a drink-she hadn't wanted Gil to 
find her with Chad. He was getting impossible with his drinking and his 
back-biting talk about Fred. 

It was a relief to talk to Chad. And she relaxed in a booth with him, 
sipping a martini, letting him feel her legs in the gloom. "I'm horny," he 
said. "I guess I always am around you. You look better every time I see 
you." "Flattery." 

"Will it get me anywhere?" 

She giggled. "Doesn't it always?" She squirmed as his fingers found her 
crotch and tickled her. "Don't jazz me here, for Gawd's sake!" 

"Why not?" 

"I'm liable t'climb on you." She almost spilled her drink when he slid a 
finger into her. Then she pulled away. A guy at the bar was ogling them. She 
got Chad's hand out from under her skirt and the bartender came round the 
end of the bar and waddled toward them. 

"What the fuck's he want?" Chad hissed. 

"I dunno." 

The bartender, a short, dumpy man with boiled eyes, had a note. "You Miss 
Blair?" he asked. 

Kitty nodded. They knew at the office that she was here. 

"I got a message for you," he said. "Some guy named Gil has smashed up his 
car." "Jesus!" 

"He ain't hurt," the bartender shook his dark head. "They said t'tell you he 
ain't hurt. He just smashed up the car, that's all." 

Kitty sighed. "Gee, thanks." 

"Sure, lady." The bartender waddled away with a quick glance at Chad. 

"Drunk?" Chad asked. 

"Yeh, probably. The poor son of a bitch. D'you think I ought to go see him?" 

"Hell, no. See him about what? Let 'im sleep it off." 

Kitty pondered. "Yeah, I guess so." She knew Chad wanted to screw her and 
his advice was colored on that score, but he was right She finished her 
drink. "Why don't you take me home?" 

Chad agreed instantly. It was dark when they went out to his car, and he put 
her inside, went around and slid into her arms. Chad was wiry, small, and 
very smooth-as always. She liked him a lot 

"I think about you," he said, kissing her. 

"When you're with Paula?" 

"Yeah, when I'm with her ... she's a sexy little broad, but not like you. 
You're special." 

"Well, it's nice to hear, even if I don't believe it" 

He opened her blouse and slid his hand inside to caress what he found there. 
"You're fun to be with. Why don't you believe me?" 

"Yeh, I'm a fun girl." 

"Who the fuck has been kidding you with bullshit? What's with the fun girl 
stuff?" 

He had her bare breasts under his hand, moving from one to the other, 
teasing the nipples, making her squirm. 

"Don't you think I'm a fun girl?" 

He looked at her in the dimness of the car. "What'm I s'posed to say?" 

Kitty sighed, enjoying the feel of his warm hand on the flesh of her 
breasts. She pulled his head down to them. "Lick me, huh?" 

Chad slid down to the floor of the car and shoved to a position between her 
knees. His hot mouth closed over one bare breast tongue laving it and Kitty 
moaned softly. It felt so good. She kicked off her shoes and ran her feet up 
each side of him, holding his shoulders with both hands. He was sucking 
hard, moving from one wet breast to the other. She was glad she had firm, 
large tits. She felt his wandering hand working its way up her buttock and 
around to plunge into her crotch. The hand slid under her panties. 

A man came out of the rear door of the bar, humming to himself, moving along 
the cars in the parking lot. He was slightly unsteady and when he noticed 
her in the dark car he smiled. 

"There's a guy," she said to Chad. He continued sucking in a passion. 

The man came to the car and peered in. "Hi ya, baby. You all alone?" 

"No," Kitty said, "beat it ... " The man didn't see Chad at first. 

"Don' be so fuckin' unfriendly," he said thickly. "I ain't a bad guy." He 
peered closer and made a face when he spotted Chad's white face staring up 
at him. 

"Oh," the man said. "A lil muff job, huh?" He chuckled. "You got a pussy 
party goin', huh?" He waved, leering. "Go get it, pal, go get it." He 
wandered off. 

Kitty giggled. "Don't stop," she said. "Go get it." 

Chad struggled to get back up on the seat. "Shit, this is liable to be 
Broadway. That guy could come back with a fuckin' flashlight." He rubbed his 
pants fly. "Man, I got a terrible hard-on!" 

Kitty snickered, reaching. "Lemme see." She freed the gorgeous thing from 
its restrictions. It was long and hard and warm. She bent and kissed it as 
Chad sucked in his breath. She felt very itchy. "Lemme make it come." She 
swallowed it and Chad sighed deeply. She burrowed into his lap, sucking 
hard. She squirmed along the seat, attacking the meaty prong, feeling his 
trembling responses. Then she eased off and Chad moaned and sighed, fondling 
her dark head. 

"Take me home," she said, and began to work at her task steadily. After a 
bit, Chad started the engine and drove slowly. She sucked him all the way. 
Halfway there the cock began to diminish. Chad was concentrating on traffic, 
forcing himself to remember that he was driving. But when he turned off a 
busy street and entered the residential district near the apartment, her 
friction raised its pulpy head again. 

When he shut off the engine the cock was so large she could barely get the 
head of it between her lips. He wanted to come. She wanted to get him inside 
the apartment, to take her to bed. 

Chad won. She got him as far as the stairsluckily there had been no one in 
the lobby. But on the stairs, Chad had straddled her, forcing her down to 
her knees. He was so horny he cared about nothing else. Kitty gave up 
protesting and fighting him. It was better to blow him as fast as possible 
than to get him inside the apartment. He wouldn't listen to reason. He 
jammed the cock into her mouth and held her head, fucking it between her 
tight lips. He was more excited than she had ever seen him. She squeezed 
down, holding his undulating hips, doing her best to masturbate the thing 
with her mouth ... and then he gasped. He came in a flood, jerking and 
panting, almost falling against the wall but still feverishly pumping it 
between her lips. 

Kitty heard the astonished cry-from somewhere above them. She turned her 
head enough to see the horrified faces of two elderly women who were just 
starting down the stairs and had stopped in frozen surprise on seeing the 
sex act before them. Chad heard them too, and turned his head. He was still 
jerking in the orgasm, unwilling to stop. He glared at the women, continuing 
to jab with the swollen penis, holding Kitty's head tightly. Kitty had 
paused for an instant, then resumed sucking and gulping. As the women 
stared, she gulped down the hot sperm, milking the prick with her fingers to 
get it all. The elderly women, choking, screaming, turned and stumbled away. 
"Oh, I never-My God, Harriet!" Chad began to laugh weakly. Kitty sucked him 
for long moments, then rose, wiping her mouth. "C'mon, they may call the 
cops." 

Marsha was in the apartment, alone She was sitting on the couch, her blonde 
hair awry, her lush mouth twisted. She had a bottle of Scotch before her and 
was swigging from it. She glowered at them. 

Kitty locked the door behind them. "What's the matter?" 

"Men," Marsha growled, staring at Chad. "Al walked out on me," she snapped 
her fingers, "jus' like that Up'n walked out on me. For another dame. Can 
you 'magine that?" 

She was feeling sorry for herself. Kitty made a face at Chad. She went to 
the couch, "You poor thing." 

"Have a drink," Marsha said. "Down wi' men, the fuckers." 

"Yeh, they're no goddam good," Kitty agreed, winking at Chad. "Get some 
glasses." 

He went into the kitchen and returned with glasses and ice. Marsha watched 
him sit and pour the drinks. "Private comp'ny excepted, but men're a bunch 
of cunt chasers." 

"I am too," Chad said. He raised his glass. "Down with men." Marsha giggled 
at him. 

"Why'd he walk out on you?" Kitty asked. 

"I tole you. Another broad." Marsha looked down at herself. "Whassamatter 
with my tits? 

They're good, big enough, huh? What the fuck's a guy wan', three of 'em?" 
She glared at Chad who shook his head. "Two's plenty for me." 

"You're cute," Marsha said. "You like my tits?" "I sure do." 

"He-likes mine too," Kitty said. 

"You're not a pig, are you," Marsha asked her, "keepin, it all for 
yourself?" 

"I thought you were through with men." 

"How the fuck can you b'through with men? Gotta have 'em. Okay, so I hate 
Al. Screw 'im. Ol' Al's gone." Marsha simpered at Chad: "But you're cute, 
honey." 

Chad moved to sit beside her. He reached across and caressed her breasts as 
Marsha batted her eyes at him. She pursed her lips and Chad kissed her. The 
kiss lasted for a long time. Kitty bit her lip, watching them. Chad was 
being seduced. When Chad came up for air, Kitty tugged at his arm. "C'mon, 
let's go in the other room." 

Marsha asked, "The bedroom?" 

"Yeah. C'mon, Chad." 

Reluctantly Chad released her. She surged toward him, unhappy when he rose; 
Kitty was pulling him, Chad owned her a little something for the mouth job 
on the stairs. 

Chad pressed closely against her and Kitty could feel his renewed erection. 
The lush Marsha had refired him and stimulated him. Kitty grabbed for the 
organ, that was what she wanted. By pulling on it, she got Chad into the 
bedroom. Marsha was wailing, asking Chad not to go. 

Chad said, "Man, I got it hot for her ... you mind, Kitty?" 

"Listen, you're gonna give me what I got coming." She got the cock out naked 
in her hand. It throbbed and she massaged it. 

Chad embraced her warmly. "Yeh, you're right, honey. I'm gonna stick it up 
you a mile and a half." 

She kissed him-that was better-and continued to rub the weenie Chad doffed 
his clothes while she handled it and then she pulled hers off and jumped 
onto the bed. Chad came romping after her. Flopping on her belly, she felt 
him surge up against her, poking with the rod, guiding it, oozing it Kitty 
sighed as it came into her. Then she looked up. Marsha was lolling against 
the open door, watching Chad ram it hotly, a crooked smile on her lovely 
face. 

Chad's eager hands came around under her, seeking and finding her breasts, 
and Kitty clung to his wrists. He was working the cock in, pumping and 
surging delightfully. She continued to watch Marsha who sipped the Scotch 
and stared under long black lashes. When Chad noticed her, he paused and 
would have pulled away except that Kitty held his wrists tightly. "Screw 
me," she ordered, and Chad resumed the undulating movement, staring at 
Marsha 

Marsha came over and sat on the edge of the bed, giggling. "You're such a 
lovely couple." 

"Whyn't you leave us alone?" Kitty asked. She looked over her shoulder. Chad 
was grinning at Marsha. Marsha gave him a drag on her cigarette, ignoring 
Kitty. 

"I loved that sombitch," Marsha said throatily to Chad. "You love anybody?" 

"I love dames," Chad said. 

Marsha got rid of the cigarette and the drink. Giggling, she rolled onto the 
bed, pressing close to Kitty, pulling at Chad. He leaned toward her, kissing 
her and continuing to thrust into Kitty. It was another long, noisy kiss, 
heavy with suction and slippery tongues. In the middle of it, Marsha 
whispered, "I wanna get fucked." 

Kitty lost one of Chad's wrists, the one next to Marsha. He was embracing 
the wriggling blonde, feeling her, continuing to kiss her. Kitty clamped 
down on his cock with her sphincter, determined to make him blow the load. 
The pressure only provoked him more. Chad was crazy-hot, fucking her 
desperately, and kissing the writhing Marsha at the same time. 

Marsha was shedding her clothes. Kitty stared over her shoulder. It was 
difficult to see-their heads were in the way-but Marsha's bare legs were 
kicking the air. They were sucking tongues frantically, breathing through 
their noses. Kitty could hear the unmistakable sound of fingers in a cunt, 
sticky sounds. Marsha's body was jerking and squirming as Chad jazzed and 
frigged her. Marsha was pulling at him, her voice urgent "Fuck me." 

Chad wanted to slide onto the blonde. Kitty held him by the wrist with both 
hands. Chad fought her, but he did not try to jerk the cock out of her.. He 
wanted to get both hands on Marsha "Lemme go-" 

"Don't stop," Kitty panted. "Please." 

Chad wrenched the wrist from her. Without missing one lecherous thrust, he 
embraced the supple Marsha, lying partly atop her. Marsha began to moan, 
louder and louder, as Chad masturbated her. Then she jerked and yelled out, 
and Kitty knew she was coming. Marsha went into flinging paroxysms, jerking 
helplessly under Chad's busy fingers. 

Kitty closed her eyes, putting her head down. She was approaching the edge 
too, and every delirious stroke of Chad's slithering organ was driving her 
closer. The whirlpool of anguished sounds, the silky feel of Marsha's body 
as it squirmed unchecked beside her, their sensuous kisses-all inflamed her. 
Kitty felt herself slipping down the long crazy path-and then she let go. 

She moaned like a soul tormented, and Chad suddenly slid back on her, 
renewing his efforts, balling her voluptuously at precisely the right time, 
and kissing her neck. Kitty erupted, almost crying in the sweet misery of 
the abandoned orgasm. It was a heavenly release, the waves of sensation 
drove through her like waves of distorting pain, convulsing, wringing, 
shaking her. And through it all, Chad fucked her luxuriously. She found 
herself panting and laughing, wrung out and ravished. 

Marsha was still pulling at Chad. "Come an' fuck me." 

But Chad continued to lunge and thrust in a sensuous rhythm, till long, 
delicious minutes passed, caressing her, tapering her off. Then he slid the 
organ out and moved onto the blonde's churning hips, between them, fusing 
with her, impaling her as she cooed and moaned. 

Kitty sighed deeply and rolled onto her back, arms and legs still twitching. 
The bed was squeaking and she looked at them. Marsha's arms and legs were 
twined about his driving body and she was jerking her round bottom at him in 
indecent grappling. 

"Fuck me, Al," Marsha breathed rapturously. 

FOURTEEN 

The phone rang. Kitty sat up dreamily, looking for the instrument Beside 
her, Chad was still driving, in a languorous rhythm with Marsha. The soft, 
pungent smell of ripe jism filled the room. The phone rang again. "I'm 
coming," Kitty said peevishly. Behind her Marsha giggled." Me too." 

She found the phone in the living room. It was Fred. "Hi, honey. Lemme talk 
to Gil." 

"Gil isn't here ... don't you know about his car? He smashed it up. Gil's 
okay, but the car is wrecked." 

Fred was annoyed. "Shit I gotta have a car. Jute's home working on his, and 
I gotta get there" 

"Chad's here," Kitty said. 

"Lemme talk to him," Fred said instantly. 

"He's in with Marsha." 

"Get him offa her-this is important!" 

Kitty ran into the bedroom with the phone on the long cord. "It's Fred," she 
said to Chad. "He says it's important" 

"Ever'thing's important to him," Chad growled. He took the receiver without 
getting up. His loins moved as he talked. "Yeah?" 

Kitty lit a cigarette and slipped a robe about her shoulders. Chad was 
agreeing to pick up Fred. Marsha wasn't very pleased, she didn't want him to 
get off her. 

Kitty gathered up her clothes and went into the bath, leaving them to fight 
it out. Combing her hair, she decided to go with Chad to Jute and Emma's 
apartment. The evening was young, and that sounded like more fun than 
sitting with Marsha. She thought about Emma's mouth on her, and little icy 
fingers trailed up her spine. She felt her nipples hardening slightly. She 
dressed quickly, leaving off the bra. 

When she went out, Chad was sitting in a chair, naked, putting his socks on. 
Marsha was sprawled on the bed, puffing a cigarette. Marsha was annoyed, 
Kitty could tell it instantly. Chad looked at her and shrugged. He finished 
dressing and followed Kitty to the kitchen. "She wants me to stay all 
night." 

"You can come back." 

"I told her that. She said she'd have another guy here by then." Chad 
laughed shortly. "She's all horned up. Does she always screw like a hot 
mink?" 

"I never screwed her," Kitty said. "I'm going with you to pick up Fred." 

He shrugged again. "Let's go." 

They picked up Fred on a street corner. He was pacing up and down, smoking, 
peering at passing cars and cursing under his breath. He was surprised to 
see Kitty. 

"Whatta you want? It's just a meeting." He got in the front seat, pushing 
Kitty against Chad. 

"Can't I listen?" 

Fred's hand settled comfortably in the warm between her thighs. "Sure you 
can listen. What the hell." He inched the hand up further and rubbed the 
heel of it on her mound, giving Chad instructions at the same time. 

Chad said, "What's the big occasion?" 

"A break-through," Fred snickered. "I got to meet a men's club guy, very big 
clout. He wants to back us because he's sore at the opposition. So we'll 
take advantage of it." 

"Are there votes in that?" Kitty asked. 

Fred rubbed her again, very suggestively. "You bet, honey. That's the way 
politics is played, scratching backs. You got to diddle some of them, 
promise others, and try to remember what you told all of them so's they 
don't fuck you at the polls. This guy I'm meeting tonight is a real shit, 
but he can deliver." 

Chad chuckled. "Does he know the gimmick?" 

"Hell no. He thinks AFA means American Freedom Association-and nobody better 
tell him different." 

Kitty slid her leg over Fred's and bit her lip. He was rubbing her steadily, 
sliding his hand under her panties, diddling her with a practiced finger. 
She knew Chad was well aware of what Fred was doing, but she didn't care. 
She opened her legs and let him handle her. Hadn't Chad jumped on Marsha? 

Fred was getting very horny, she could tell. She slid her hand across his 
leg and grabbed the bulge in his pants. Yes, very horny. The cock was 
swollen and hard. She massaged it ... Fred was breathing hard: 

Chad said, "Jezis, cool it, we're almost there." "I gotta fuck this dame," 
Fred said, and Kitty giggled. 

"Knock it off," Chad. "You can't screw a dame like Kitty in two seconds." He 
turned the wheel and slowed. "This is the house." 

Fred swore. He jerked his hand from between 

Kitty's thighs, breathing hard "Alright, godam-mit!" 

Kitty released the prong. "Well, don't blame me. 

Fred sighed. "I'm not blaming you. Park this fucking bucket and lemme out." 

Chuckling, Chad slid to the curb and switched off. Fred was out of the car 
almost before it stopped. Kitty watched him jog around to the garage 
apartment. Now she was all itchy again. When she turned to Chad, he shook 
his head. 

"Lay off, baby. Marsha squeezed the last one outa me. I gotta rest." 

Kitty reached for his cock. "I'll make it hard." 

"Good luck," Chad said. He fished for a cigarette, allowing her to open his 
fly and yank out the meat. Kitty had both hands on it It was limp and stayed 
limp though she frigged it and licked it 

"You sonofabitch," she hissed, "you gave every bit of it to that lousy 
blonde!" "You got a little, baby." 

"Damn little. I thought you'd save some for me." She got down and sucked 
hard on it but nothing happened. She sucked her finger for a second, then 
worked it into his anus, mouthing him voraciously at the same time The 
weenie got slightly stiffer for a short time then became flabby again. Chad 
was trying, but the flesh was weak. "It feels good," he told her, "keep 
suckin." 

"I wanna sit on it It's not doing me any good this way." She flopped on the 
car seat and Chad gave her a cigarette He lit it for her and as she took 
deep puffs, he ran his hand up the warm inside of her thighs and teased her 
hard clit Kitty squirmed. "lick me you bastard!" 

Chad snickered. He paused while she slipped off the panties, then he slid to 
his knees in front of her. Kitty stiffened and jerked as his mouth closed 
over her tingling genitals. She pressed herself into the corner of the seat, 
both legs high, flinging the cigarette out the window. 

"Oh Gawd, lick me-keep licking me." Chad was an expert and she writhed 
sinuously under his nerve-searing tongue. Through heavily lidded eyes she 
saw Fred and another man come out to the street and get into a car, then she 
forgot, them. Chad was driving a hard tongue into her cleft, working it in 
and out. Then she heard him chuckle, "I think I can get my cock in there." 

"Lick me, dammit ... make me come." 

"It's kinda hard," Chad persisted. 

"Then get it in me!" 

She felt him rise, felt him fiddling at her, pushing, straining. She reached 
down with her hand, feeling a half-hard penis. Chad was stuffing it into her 
vagina, working hard. "I got the head of it in," he whispered, pushing. 

"I don't feel much." 

He snickered. "You're used to it up your ass, for crissakes." He pushed 
harder. "You feel it now?" 

She investigated with her fingers. A few inches of it was inside her. She 
was actually being fucked! Chad worked it slowly but the cock was hardly 
strong enough. She massaged his testicles and the cock began to swell. She 
bit her lip; the thing was expanding, straining her. He had a good three 
inches in her and it was beginning to hurt! She took hold of it and twisted 
the supple thing out Chad grunted. "Whatcha doing?" 

"It's too fuckin' big. It hurts." She held onto it, feeling the cock slowly 
deflating. The excitement of getting into her had hardened it for a moment 
She heard him sigh in regret as he realized it was losing the stiffness. 
"Damn, just when I get it hard." 

Kitty began to think of Johnny inside the house. Maybe Jute was there too. 
She licked dry lips. Chad was just teasing her now-he got down and licked 
her again, making her jerk with, the intense sensations. 

"Let's go inside," she said. 

Chad stopped. "Yeah, okay." He didn't move, but knelt there in her crotch, 
both hands moving along her silken thighs. "I'm sorry I got so goddam hot 
over that blonde." 

Kitty reached out and petted his smooth face. "It's all right, I don't 
really mind." 

He smiled ruefully in the gloom. "You're a sweetheart, Kitty. I feel like a 
shit, that I can't get it up for you." He rubbed his tiny moustache "You're 
sure you don't want me to give you a tongue job.? " 

"Sure I want it, but let's go in, huh?" She wanted a cock more, but there 
was no sense making him feel worse than he already did. She waited while he 
slipped over her leg to the seat again, then she wadded her panties into her 
purse and followed him out of the car. The night was dark and a cool wind 
skittered leaves and twigs past them. She ran up the dark stairs ahead of 
Chad and knocked at the door. 

Jute took a long time answering it. "Who's there?" 

"It's me, Kitty." 

He flung it open and stared at them. "Kitty, for Gawd's sake. Hi, Chad." He 
pulled her in. Jute was in an old, torn robe, loosely belted, with nothing 
underneath. 

"Did we get you outa bed?" Chad asked. 

He grinned, "Yeah. Emma can't keep 'er hands off me." He smelled of whiskey, 
and the apartment smelled of pot It was just as she had remembered it, a 
mess. 

Emma came out of the bedroom tugging an equally ancient robe about her 
shoulders, looking at Chad with interest 

Kitty felt embarrassed, getting them out of bed where they had obviously 
been screwing. "Is Fred here?" She hadn't mentioned to Chad that she'd seen 
him depart. "He said he was coming here." 

"Aaa, he left a long time ago," Jute said. "C'mon, have a drink. Emma, find 
some cigarettes." 

"Grass?" she asked. 

Jute shrugged. His arm went about Kitty's waist and he drew her into the 
dark kitchen. "Whatchoo want, gin or whiskey?" He held her very close, 
rattling glasses on the sink. "Man, you're a sight, honey." 

She giggled. It was easy to tell he was humpy; his big phallus was jutting, 
rubbing her side. His bold hand caressed her fanny, sliding up under her 
skirt to discover nothing but bare skin. She winced as a finger stroked 
quickly between her legs, sliding in her juices. 

"Christ! I got it for you," he hissed tightly. His two hands went to her 
waist and she felt herself lifted to the cold sink. Jute thrust her legs 
apart and Kitty squealed as the hard cock surged against her vagina. It 
almost skewered her. She twisted violently aside and it slid up over her 
belly. 

"What the fuck's the matter?" He was holding her and still trying to get the 
cock in. 

Emma came running in, taking in the situation at a glance. "Cut it out Jute, 
she can't take it that way!" 

Jute seemed to come out of his lust fog. "Yeah. I forgot." He let her off 
the sink. Kitty found herself trembling; he might have torn her badly in his 
desperation. 

"Did he hurt you?" Emma said. She was worried, lines in her forehead. The 
robe was coming untied and her firm breasts were juting out Kitty smiled, 
shaking her head. "I'm okay." 

But Jute wasn't finished. His erection was nagging him. He turned Kitty 
about and pushed her over the sink. Swiftly he was behind her, guiding the 
long penis between her buns. Kitty held her breath, feeling him push the 
swollen thing at her. 

"Be careful, Jute." Emma hissed. 

"Lemme 'lone," Jute said. 

Kitty felt the thing enter her, oozing in deep. Jute was eager, fucking it 
in, chuckling and holding her slender body tightly. She pushed back against 
him. It was in her all the way and she began to smile. Oh, that was what she 
had wanted. 

She became conscious that Emma was rubbing herself against them, kissing her 
husband. Emma must be terribly horny, disturbed from a screwing session, and 
now forced to watch Jute reaming another girl. Kitty craned her neck. Emma 
was excitedly rubbing her pussy on Jute. He was growling and pushing her 
away. "Stop humpin' me." 

Then Emma seemed to remember Chad. With the robe fluttering about her 
nakedness, she ran from the kitchen and Kitty heard their voices in the 
living room. She wondered if Chad could get it up for Emma 

Jute was pawing her breasts, and Kitty unfastened her blouse to give him 
free access. He was panting, driving the prong, and chuckling with the good 
feel of it. "Man, oh man, I'm glad you came over." 

Kitty was too. His butt-holing was delicious. 

She slid one hand down and quietly frigged herself as he gorged himself at 
the back door. He made her come, in a flurry of goading thrusts, and she 
stiffened, jerking spasmodically in the grip of the orgasm, moaning softly. 
She couldn't tell if he did the same, but he kept it coming, grunting in his 
passion. 

Jute pulled her from the sink then and sat down on a kitchen chair with her 
on his lap. The prong seemed to dig in deeper and Kitty writhed on it, 
impaled and almost helpless with the excruciating and befuddling sensations. 
He held her very tightly, with both arms about her, grunting and chuckling 
into her neck. 

They remained like that for a long, delirious time Kitty reveled in it, 
completely oblivious to anything else Jute was moving the cock in her, not 
hugely, but moving it One hand caressed her tits, the other fingered her. He 
quickly discovered that she responded to clit teasing, wriggling and 
moaning. He kept her in a fog of lustful ecstasy, fondling and playing with 
her. 

To Kitty, it seemed a long time later when someone came into the kitchen and 
she felt kisses on her upturned face Through heavily lidded eyes she could 
make out a form-it was dark in the kitchen-it was a man. Chad? She 
remembered that Johnny lived here too. 

Then she jerked and squealed, feeling lips on her tender pussy, and a hard 
tongue thrust into her then began to lick her in a frenzy. Kitty moaned and 
Jute chucked throatily. His cock churned in her ass. 

The licking stopped and Johnny hissed, "Le's take her into the bedroom." 

"Go fuck y'self," Jute said. "I got 'er ... lemme lone" 

"Well, get your goddam gun off an' let me have 

'er." 

Jute only growled. Kitty wanted to giggle, but she squirmed instead, wishing 
Johnny would lick her again. She wished her would lick her all over-her skin 
felt hot and dry. Her nipples ached with soreness; Jute had been teasing 
them so long. 

Then Johnny kissed her again and licked her face. She sought his mouth, 
thrusting out her tongue, reaching her hands for him. Suddenly his spongy, 
swollen organ was rubbing over her chin. She gobbled it up, taking the big 
head of it into her mouth, sucking noisily, gasping and sucking again. 

"Man, she loves it!" Johnny said. "She's a freak cat" 

Johnny worked the cock between her lips. "She's a goddam fucking machine ... 
a sex machine." 

"Yeh, I get 'er that way," Jute growled. "She's so damn sexed up she don't 
know 'er cunt from a can of beans." 

"Let's take 'er in the goddam bedroom." 

Jute growled, but he finally gave in. His arms went about her firm thighs, 
grasping her tightly. "I ain't taking it outa her ... you grab, that end." 

Johnny pulled his penis from her. She wailed, smacking her lips, reaching 
for him desperately. He snickered, capturing her arms and helping lift her 
as Jute stood up slowly. Jute began to enjoy it then, holding her round 
buttocks. Johnny was holding her head and arms. Jute gurgled and began to 
fuck into her hard and Kitty squirmed and made sounds in her throat. Johnny 
pulled her, forcing Jute to come with him. "Come on, goddammit!" 

The ungainly procession moved from the kitchen to the dim living room, with 
Jute ramming her every step of the way. Kitty was giggling now, aware of 
what was happening, able to see Johnny's waving cock only inches from her as 
he backed into the bedroom, leading the parade. 

She saw no one in the living room but a bed was squeaking somewhere close by 
and a girl was laughing. Then she was on the bed and Jute's cock was driving 
and jogging lecherously, forcing her belly 'down on the bed. Johnny's hands 
gathered her up and suddenly the cock was there again, pushing against her 
red lips. It slid into her mouth and began to move of its own volition. 
Kitty wanted to laugh; she was getting it at both ends. It was a delicious 
party! 

She sucked hard-then someone was licking her face. Someone was licking the 
long shaft of the penis ... she smelled Emma's perfume and felt the heated 
closeness of the lithe girl. Emma was kissing and licking her, a wet tongue 
squiggled wantonly between her lips, darting and licking at the hard cock. 
Kitty felt the raging fire, sheer lust, inflaming her. They were both 
sucking and licking the velvet.cock! Emma was like a voracious animal after 
prey. Her breath came fast, hissing, panting. She wanted the cock. Kitty 
only sucked harder. She felt Emma's agitated hands kneading her naked 
breasts. She was being thrust against the straining Johnny as Jute continued 
to pump her backside with increasing frenzy. She could feel the distant 
orgasm creeping up on her and she knew she would be helpless in a moment She 
wanted to scream because Johnny would come any second! And Emma was fighting 
for the cock! 

Kitty groaned. Emma jerked the throbbing penis from her, slobbering over it, 
masturbating it with frantic lips. Kitty panted, feeling the orgasm coming 
like a freight train, unable to move! She saw the swollen thing jerk 
involuntarily, and Emma gulped air. Johnny was spouting! Emma gasped 
stickily, frigging the shaft with flying fingers, sucking madly. Kitty could 
only twist and shudder, watching the tawny girl drain him, white stuff 
dribbling down her smooth chin. The room smelled of the pungent sperm. 

Jute was snooting his wad, she realized in a haze of voluptuous contentment 
She slithered down to the bedsheet, jerking and trembling, the sensations 
verging on pain, but ravishing her. Emma was still French kissing the 
jutting cock, though Johnny was wheezing and beginning to droop. Kitty 
closed her eyes, drifting off into the mists, stupefied. 

When she opened her eyes, she knew it was late, the room was dark and still. 
Her entire body tingled. Her nipples were still sore, but she felt 
gloriously satiated. A bed was squeaking with a languorous rhythm, not loud, 
but insistent Kitty looked around her. It wasn't this bed. It must be in the 
other bedroom. She sighed and smiled at the mysterious dark ceiling. She had 
had a hell of a good time. She sat up slowly, discovering that she was 
completely naked. She didn't remember them undressing her. The bed squeaking 
continued from the next room. Were they still screwing? Emma must be 
voracious! 

Kitty slid off the bed and went toward the door. She put one finger into her 
vulva, feeling wet there It tasted salty. But the finger, rubbing over her 
erecting clitoris, evoked recent memories. It felt good. She tickled the 
clitoris again-very good. Leaning against the open door, she continued to 
finger herself, moving the squishy finger to the same tempo that the 
bedsprings emitted. Cozy and erotic images flitted through her mind, very 
dreamy. She grinned at nothing, seeing in her mind's eye the luscious body 
of Emma, naked and lissomly embracing a man, Johnny or Jute-it didn't 
matter-tawny legs about his body, copulating with him. 

Kitty quickly brought herself to a highly lascivious state. She began to 
frig herself hotly, writhing in the doorway. Her nipples were hard as agate 
Cupping one heavy breast, she lifted it and licked the nipple. Cold, 
tingling fire ran through her body. Her cunt was crying out for a mouth! 

She stumbled around the door and into the next bedroom. It was equally dim 
in the room, but Kitty could see quite well. She halted in surprise. They 
were all on the bed, at first glance a pile of naked, wi thing bodies. She 
went closer; her bare feet made no sound on the carpet, and no one noticed 
her. She was able to sort them out Johnny was curled around the girl, 
Gerry's, head. She was fellating him. Jute was half lying atop her, her bare 
legs about his undulating body. Their loins were moving steadily. Jute's 
dark head was buried in Emma's crotch. She was curled around him, kissing 
Johnny. Beside them, equally naked, Chad and Kewpie were mutually sucking. 
They were squirming on their sides. Kitty leaned over Chad's hip, put her 
face down beside Kewpie's and licked at the half-hard penis. 

Kewpie growled in her throat. "Fuck off." She gulped the prong entirely into 
her mouth so that Kitty had to withdraw. Kitty knelt on the squeaking bed 
and leaned on Johnny's hip, looking into the girl's face. Gerry stared, 
slightly surprised to see her, then she grinned around the meaty thing. 
Kitty smiled back hungrily. Leaning down, she licked the shaft of the cock. 
Close to the crotch, she could smell the jism, pungent and heavy. the 
swollen thing jerk involuntarily, and Emma gulped air. Johnny was spouting! 
Emma gasped stickily, frigging the shaft with flying fingers, sucking madly. 
Kitty could only twist and shudder, watching the tawny girl drain him, white 
stuff dribbling down her smooth chin. The room smelled of the pungent sperm. 

Jute was snooting his wad, she realized in a haze of voluptuous contentment. 
She slithered down to the bedsheet, jerking and trembling, the sensations 
verging on pain, but ravishing her. Emma was still French kissing the 
jutting cock, though Johnny was wheezing and beginning to droop. Kitty 
closed her eyes, drifting off into the mists, stupefied. 

When she opened her eyes, she knew it was late, the room was dark and still. 
Her entire body tingled. Her nipples were still sore, but she felt 
gloriously satiated. A bed was squeaking with a languorous rhythm, not loud, 
but insistent Kitty looked around her. It wasn't this bed. It must be in the 
other bedroom. She sighed and smiled at the mysterious dark ceiling. She had 
had a hell of a good time She sat up slowly, discovering that she was 
completely naked. She didn't remember them undressing her. The bed squeaking 
continued from the next room. Were they still screwing? Emma must be 
voracious! 

Kitty slid off the bed and went toward the door. She put one finger into her 
vulva, feeling wet there. It tasted salty. But the ringer, rubbing over her 
erecting clitoris, evoked recent memories. It felt good. She tickled the 
clitoris again-very good. Leaning against the open door, she continued to 
finger herself, moving the squishy finger to the same tempo that the 
bedsprings emitted. Cozy and erotic images flitted through her mind, very 
dreamy. She grinned at nothing, seeing in her mind's eye the luscious body 
of Emma, naked and lissomly embracing a man, Johnny or Jute-it didn't 
matter-tawny legs about his body, copulating with him. 

Kitty quickly brought herself to a highly lascivious state. She began to 
frig herself hotly, writhing in the doorway. Her nipples were hard as agate 
Cupping one heavy breast, she lifted it and licked the nipple. Cold, 
tingling fire ran through her body. Her cunt was crying out for a mouth! 

She stumbled around the door and into the next bedroom. It was equally dim 
in the room, but Kitty could see quite well. She halted in surprise. They 
were all on the bed, at first glance a pile of naked, withing bodies. She 
went closer; her bare feet made no sound on the carpet, and no one noticed 
her. She was able to sort them out Johnny was curled around the girl, 
Gerry's, head. She was fellating him. Jute was half lying atop her, her bare 
legs about his undulating body. Their loins were moving steadily. Jute's 
dark head was buried in Emma's crotch. She was curled around him, kissing 
Johnny. Beside them, equally naked, Chad and Kewpie were mutually sucking. 
They were squirming on their sides. Kitty leaned over Chad's hip, put her 
face down beside Kewpie's and licked at the half-hard penis. 

Kewpie growled in her throat. "Fuck off." She gulped the prong entirely into 
her mouth so that Kitty had to withdraw. Kitty knelt on the squeaking bed 
and leaned on Johnny's hip, looking into the girl's face. Gerry stared, 
slightly surprised to see her, then she grinned around the meaty thing. 
Kitty smiled back hungrily. Leaning down, she licked the shaft of the cock. 
Close to the crotch, she could smell the jism, pungent and heavy. 

Then she noticed that Gerry's face was streaked and spattered with the 
stuff, some of it matted in her hair. 

Then Gerry flipped the fat, wet thing from her mouth, offering it, with a 
soft giggle, to Kitty. Kitty dived at it, closing eager red lips about it 
and sucking hard. The cock was big and meaty, but not stiff. It had been 
well used, and Gerry had evidently taken the starch out of it, but it was 
exciting to mouth. She went up and down on it avidly, tonguing it in a 
passion. Gerry's hot tongue licked her face as she did so. 

Gerry made a noise in her throat and grabbed the penis away, mouthing it 
lewdly. Johnny, writhing sinuously, seemed not to notice. Kitty leaned down 
again, but Gerry would not give it up; she chuckled in her throat, hoarding 
the meat jealously. 

Kitty rubbed herself against Johnny's backside She felt so itchy! It wasn't 
fair ... the party had been going on without her, and now she was squeezed 
out. Gerry was only a kid, too. Did Kewpie know her daughter was wantonly 
copulating with two men? 

Emma was gasping, threshing and bucking as Jute licked her licentiously. She 
began to moan, flopping away from Johnny, jerking in convulsions. Her orgasm 
seemed to last a long time, twisting and shuddering through her. Jute never 
ceased for an instant to stimulate her, even when she finally subsided, 
breathing hard and lying on her back. Johnny merely pulled her closer and 
began to mouth her breasts. 

Kitty got her leg over Johnny's rump and found the spot By pushing and 
writhing, she could rub her clitoris against him, teasing it deliciously. 
She held onto him and masturbated herself furiously. It didn't take long. 
She was too worked up. The ecstatic orgasm flooded her and left her limp and 
dizzy, still clinging to Johnny, listening to the orgiastic sucking sounds 
about her. She drifted off, smiling sleepily. 

When she woke it was morning. She was in a bed with someone pressing close, 
spoon fashion, arms about her cozily. She could feel the soft cushion of 
breasts at her back and she turned her head enough to see the tawny Emma 
fast asleep. Beyond her, head on the pillow, was Jute, holding Emma spoon 
fashion. He too was asleep. God, how long had the party lasted? 

Kitty moved slightly, thinking of sliding out of the bed. Emma stirred, 
smacking her lips, and her arms and hands moved languorously. One hand 
cupped Kitty's breasts, the other slid into her crotch, and Kitty took a 
deep breath. Emma's wise fingers had found her interested clitoris and 
were-gently, softly, teasing it. Kitty sighed and opened her thighs wider. 

Jute moved also, making sounds deep in his throat, and the bed squeaked 
slightly. Jute was still asleep, Kitty could see, but he was evidently 
pleasing Emma. She was smiling as his body rubbed against hers. Emma stirred 
again and moaned. She slowly turned onto her back, releasing Kitty. Kitty 
turned also, taking Emma's limp hand and guiding it again to her wet crotch. 
She was about to move herself closer to the lovely, warm Emma when Jute 
embraced his wife and slid almost furtively atop her. Her legs went around 
him and she moaned in her sleep. Jute was also asleep. When Kitty felt 
around, under his moving buttocks, she discovered that his penis was buried 
in her. She was astonished that two people both asleep, could come together 
and begin copulating. 

Kitty slid out of bed; her mouth felt dry, as though she had drunk too much. 
Her clothes were nowhere in sight, so she padded into the living room, 
naked. The couch had been opened out to make a bed. Chad and Gerry were 
sprawled under the blankets, sleeping soundly. 

She went into the kitchen, got her drink, and returned. In the other 
bedroom, Kewpie and Johnny were also writhing in bed, and Kewpie was 
giggling throatily. She watched them for a moment, biting her lip. They were 
making her horny. 

Then Gerry got out of the couch bed and came walking toward her, completely 
naked. She was pink and slender, with pointed, budding breasts and a downy 
patch of fuzz at her crotch. She yawned and smiled vaguely, seeing Kitty. 
She went past into the bedroom and slid into bed beside Kewpie and the 
thrusting Johnny. Kitty expected an uproar, but nothing happened-except a 
few muffled sounds of greeting. Then she remembered what Emma had said about 
the three of them in bed. 

She was still surprised to see Johnny slide off Kewpie and mount Gerry. In a 
moment the thrusting continued. Johnny was screwing the young girl. 

Kitty felt her body tingling. She realized she was cold, stark naked. 
Turning back to the couch, she slid under the covers, where the girl, Gerry, 
had just left a warm spot. Chad, sleeping on his side, rolled toward her and 
she felt his arms slip around her. 

He smacked his lips, breathing deeply and embracing her as though they had 
been doing this for years. She rubbed against him, turning so her rump was 
pushing back at his crotch. In a moment she felt it-his cock was slowly 
rising. She felt down between her own legs and found it, meaty and still 
expanding. When she massaged it he moved lazily, pushing it at her. 

"Ummmmm, Gerry," he mumbled. 

Kitty giggled softly. He thought she was Gerry. She pulled the penis, 
guiding it, inserting it Chad did the rest, naturally, without waking. The 
long organ oozed into her and Kitty squirmed deli-cicusly. It came riding 
into her so cozily and sweetly. 

FIFTEEN 

The movement was spreading like wildfire. Even the dubious Gil was 
surprised. "Except that a lot of 'em aren't old enough to vote," he said. 
"They're layin' around under the trees fuckin' each other in the ass, but 
they can't do Fred any good." 

"They can pass the word," Marsha said. "That's something." 

"We're organizing a convention," Chad said, pouring a drink. 

Kitty asked why? They were sitting in the apartment late at night. It was 
Friday. Gil had just returned from a rally with Fred and a few other 
speakers. 

"For publicity," Gill said, "what else?" 

"For the press and TV." Chad smiled at them. "We'll get a lot of broads 
around, that attracts the press, and we'll get some of 'em to blow the right 
guys." 

Marsha giggled. "Does that still work?" 

Gil laughed. "Are you kidding? It works best. Some of those poor fucking 
newspaper guys from the small sheets don't make much loot. They can't afford 
that nice young pussy. You know the kind I mean." He looked at Kitty and she 
snorted, "I will not go around blowing guys for you." 

Gil shrugged. "I d'want you to. We got lots of volunteer cunt. Gimme another 
drink, huh?" 

Kitty took the bottle over to him. He was sitting on the couch beside the 
blonde Marsha. Kitty poured whiskey into his glass as he held it for her 
with one hand and ran the other up her leg. She squirmed and splashed his 
hand. 

"Hey, you're not wearin' any pants," he said with a lewd smile. Kitty didn't 
back away from him and his finger squished through her vulva. 

"Gawd, scream it to the neighbors," she said, "I'm not wearing panties!" 

"Are you?" Gil asked, turning to Marsha. His other hand slid up her leg like 
a striking snake, and she jumped, startled. "Hey!" 

She grabbed the hand and twisted her rump away, but Gil was too strong for 
her. "Man, no pants," he announced. "But lots of pussy." 

Kitty set the bottle on the coffeetable before she dropped it. Gil's long 
finger was up inside her and he was brazenly jazzing her with it. It was 
beginning to feel rather good and she made no attempt to get away from him, 
but leaned toward him, one knee on the couch. Chad, on the other chair, was 
staring at them. Gil had a finger in Marsha too. The blonde girl was 
writhing and giggling-not fighting him very hard. She kicked and squirmed, a 
sort of token resistance that meant nothing. 

Kitty crawled closer, arms twining about Gil's shoulders. She had thought he 
would goose her or feel her and nothing more. But he was continuing to pump 
the finger in, more lecherously every second. She smiled mistily at Chad who 
was leaning forward, his cigarette forgotten. Chad probably had a husky 
erection now too. She began to nuzzle Gil's neck and cheek, kissing him. The 
fingering felt wonderful. Marsha too was beginning to curl about Gil on the 
other side, almost cooing and purring with his stinkfinger game. 

"Want to talk politics?" Gil snickered. Marsha was licking his face. 

"Fuck politics," Marsha whispered. 

Gil said, "I'm gonna fuck you." 

"Promises, promises," Marsha giggled. 

Gil grunted loudly. He shrugged Kitty away, removing his busy finger and 
turning, picked Marsha up. She yelped once, laughed, then grabbed him as he 
lurched to his feet and ran with her to her bedroom. Kitty was left kneeling 
on the couch, staring after them, but only for a moment. Chad jumped across 
the room to her. He fell onto the couch, pulling his down, embracing her, 
chuckling. Kitty fought him-he was trying to get between her legs. "Lemme 
turn over." 

"Oh, balls. I c'n get it in you!" He had unzipped and the long penis was 
poking, swaying, seeking an entrance. 

"Don't you dare!" Kitty grabbed at the thing, twisting her body. Chad was 
hard as a chair leg. Hard and eager. He forced her thighs apart and rammed 
his body up between them. Kitty kept a stranglehold on his cock; the hot, 
pulsing thing wanted to stab into her vagina. He would rip her. 

"Honey," he whispered, kissing her, licking her lips. "C'mon, lemme stick it 
in-I'll go easy, I promise." 

"No, dammit, lemme turn over." 

He slid his tongue into her mouth, kissing her provokingly. "Let's fuck the 
reg'lar way, huh? C'mon, it'll go." 

She squeezed the cock hard. "No, I said. Get offa me. 

"I wanna fuck you." 

"Then do it the other way." 

"Lissen, I wanna fuck you right for once." 

Reaching down, he tried to free the penis from her grasping hands. She clung 
to it for dear life, twisting and squirming. 

"Get offa me," she yelled. "You sonofabitch! Get offa me!" 

From the doorway Gil said, "What the hell're you two doing?" 

"Get him the hell offa me!" wailed Kitty. 

"We're all right," Chad growled. "Let us alone." 

"He's trying' to fuck me!" 

"You know better'n that," Gil said to Chad. "Kitty's an ass freak." 

"You had your finger in 'er," Chad said. "Right?" 

"You can't get this thing in me, godammit!" 

"Jezis," Gil said with mock patience. "Turn 'er over and get your damn gun 
off. What's the big deal. This is a high-class ass." 

"Then you screw her and lemme have Marsha," Chad offered. 

Marsha was in the doorway, naked. "C'mon, Gil, let them fight it out." 

"Well, stop yelling," Gil said. He went back to the bedroom. 

Chad growled. He lifted himself and moved up, straddling Kitty's head. She 
stared, eye to eye with the big meaty prick. Chad pushed it against her 
lips. "Come on, Kitty." 

She opened her mouth and took it. 

He said, "Okay, I'm sorry I made you sore." 

"That scares me, you trying to put it in there." 

"Okay, no more." 

She sucked on it for a time. "You wanna come this way?" 

"Man, it sure feels good." 

She continued to pull on it, licking it up and down the underside, nursing 
it. 

"It's just that everybody's doin' it up the ass," he said. "I betcha that 
Gil's feedin' it up her fanny right now." 

"We belong to the AFA." 

"Jezis, I'll say! Even that little cunt, what's-her-name ... Gerry, she 
wanted it that way too." 

Kitty was surprised. "Yeah?" 

"It's a fad, baby. It's the IN thing." He giggled. "Jezis. I made a pun. An 
IN thing, get it?" 

"What's a convention?" 

"Huh? Oh, I guess a lot of guys get together and talk. You mean what Gil was 
talking about? I hear it's a thing to raise some dough and get Fred to talk 
to lots of people ... you know ... politics." 

"When're they going to have it?" "I dunno. Ask Gil." 

She sucked on him hard for several long minutes, then she looked up, still 
rubbing the swollen prong. "Turn me over, huh? Please...? " 

Chad sighed. "Sure, baby." He got off her and allowed her to roll onto her 
belly. Slapping her round ass with the long wet cock, he got behind her, 
between her spread thighs, and ducked it into her ass-cleavage. Kitty sucked 
in her breath and wriggled as he oozed it into her. 

"Now fuck me hard," she breathed. 

Chad chuckled. "Yes ma'am." 

Libby came to the apartment the next morning. Marsha had gone to work, Gil 
and Chad had fixed breakfast and ducked out. Kitty was smoking a cigarette 
and musing over a cup of coffee. 

"Gawd, gimme a cup," Libby said, depositing her bag on a chair. She was 
wearing a sweater that showed the loose roundness of her big breasts, and a 
mini that did not conceal the shapeliness of her smooth thighs and legs. She 
flopped at the breakfast table as Kitty broughther a cup. 

"What've you been doing ... I haven't seen you for a long time." 

"Fucking," Libby said. She fished out a pack and selected a cigarette, 
lighting it quickly. 

"Yeah," Kitty said, "but that's all?" 

Libby blew smoke and sighed. "Christ, sometimes it seems like all. Fred's 
had me going out with a bunch of guys-one guy after another-the 
establishment, darling. I'm supposed to soften them up for Fred or one of 
the other guys. But man, I don't soften them, they get hard as soon as I 
show up." She giggled. 

"I'll bet Fred told them they could screw you then." 

She nodded. "Cf course he did. What else?" 

Kitty snickered. "Well, was it fun?" 

"Man, I had a ball! I got taken to the best spots, dinner and shows, lots of 
booze ... and all I had to do was fuck 'em a little. Well, maybe a lot" 
Libby shrugged. "There were even a couple of cute ones. What've you been 
doing?" 

Kitty smiled. "Screwing, what else?" 

"Yeh, the whole world's got a hard-on, ain't it a ball?" She pushed at her 
mass of red hair. "Have you heard about the convention?" 

"Gil told me." 

"Looks like it's gonna be over at the county park on the other side of town. 
There's a hall there that Fred thinks we can get I was out with a guy the 
other night who said it was practically a cinch." 

Libby snickered. "None of 'em know the gimmick, you know. I mean the AFA 
being ass-fuckers." 

"I'll bet it's funny." 

Libby laughed. "It's a scream, the whole scene. This guy was on me, pumping 
his little heart out, telling me about our movement, the American Freedom 
Association. I dunno how I kept from laughing." 

"What're you doing today?" 

"Taking a vacation, for crissake. I thought maybe I would keep my legs 
together for a couple of hours at least, maybe till noon." 

"Why?" 

Libby giggled. "Just t'see if I could. If Fred calls, tell 'im I'm not here. 
Where's the dame you live with?" 

"She's gone to work." 

"You mean real work ... like in an office? How do you screw in an office, 
lock the doors?" 

Kitty giggled. "Jeez, the rest of the world doesn't spend all its time 
screwing." 

"Gawd, you'd never know it from the guys I've been dating ... and they're 
all business types, darling. All they can think of is spreading me on a bed. 
Hell, I feel like peanut butter half the time. But anyway we made some dough 
for the party. Gimme some more coffee, huh?" 

Fred called an hour before noon. "Hey, Kitty, is Libby there?" 

Kitty bit her lip. "Ah-I haven't seen her, Fred." 

"Shit. I've got a guy here with a cock a foot long, just panting for her. 
Jus' a sec." He covered the receiver, talking to someone on his end. 

Libby hissed, "Fred?" Kitty nodded and Libby made violent motions. "I'm not 
here." 

"Okay," Fred said, "we got another girl." Kitty said, "How about Emma?" 

"Her tits aren't big enough, and besides, this guy-likes small dames. We got 
him a teen-ager." 

Fred's voice became more confidential. "Listen, honey, I know I haven't been 
getting around t'see you. You been keeping it nice and warm for me?" "Nice 
and warm, Fred." 

"Good girl, One o' these days I'm gonna crawl into your sack, yliear?" "Why 
not now?" 

He sighed. "This fucking election is why. Lis-sen, if you see Libby, tell 
her t'call the office, okay?" 

"Sure, Fred okay." Kitty hung up. She smiled at the lush redhead. "Fred 
wants you to call the office if I see you." 

"Thanks. Whad Fred say about Emma?" 

"He said her tits were too small." 

Libby giggled. "That's a lot of horseshit. She's got lovely ones. I've seen 
'em. And anyhow Fred-likes to have her around, I guess you know that. I 
think she blows him in the back seat" 

At noon Huey showed up. Old home week, Kitty thought as she opened the door. 
He was neat and spick in a new pullover and jeans, not quite as fat. His 
tiny eyes blinked rapidly at sight of her. Probably horny, she thought as he 
kissed her. 

"Man. I've been dreamin' about you," he said. He squeezed her braless tits 
and she knew why he had come 

He was surprised to see Libby. "I thought you were ... er ... working for 
Fred!" 

"Working?" Libby grinned. 

"I'm tryin' to be nice." Huey said, licking his lips. "I didn't wanna say 
fucking in front of Kitty." 

Libby said. "Then stop feeling her tits." "Damn, you're bossy." Huey sat on 
the couch and looked at them. "Who wants to fuck first?" Kitty snickered. 
"That's a terrible thing to say. 

Is that what you came here for?" 

Libby said, "Don't put him down. He's a growing boy and doesn't know any 
better. Did Fred send you?" 

"Hell, no, I'm ditching him for the time being. Is he coming here?" 

"I hope not," Libby said. She stood in the middle of the floor and moved her 
shoulders provocatively. Her large breasts jiggled under the sweater and 
Huey's eyes followed every slightest move. He licked his lips again. "That 
mus' be jelly," he said, " 'cause jam don't shake like that." 

Libby snickered. "You wanna bite, baby?" She moved closer to him, still 
shaking. 

"Honeybunch," Kitty said, "you were keeping your legs together, remember?" 

"Only till noon, only till noon." Libby stopped at the edge of the couch, 
putting her arms out and rolling her shoulders. Her round fanny was moving 
too, sinuously and tantalizingly. She looked over her shoulder at Kitty and 
winked. 

Kitty bit her lip and pressed her thighs together tightly. Libby was 
standing in front of Huey now. Kitty saw his hand slip up her legs and 
disappear under the mini. Libby jerked for a second, then the sinuous hip 
movement continued as his fingers played in her crotch. In a moment Huey's 
other hand joined the first and he pulled her panties down, letting them 
drop to the floor. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. His left 
hand roved under the mini, fondling her buns. His right resumed its 
diddling. 

Kitty, pressing her thighs tightly, could feel the tingling she felt the 
fire oozing into her sensation center. Libby's wantonness was infectious and 
titillating. She stared in fascination as Libby slowly moved closer to the 
frigging Huey, opening her silky thighs, slowly straddling him as he sat on 
the couch. 

Libby glanced back once, her face alive, eyes sparkling with excitement, 
breath coming fast. Huey had heated her to passion heights very quickly. 
Then Huey fumbled at his pants; he yanked Libby down, forcing her thighs 
wide, and she giggled loudly. In the next second her loins were churning and 
she was bouncing heavily over his lap. Kitty slid off the chair onto hands 
and knees and crawled toward them. She could see clearly-Huey's big dick was 
in Libby and she was bucking over it. His feet were flat on the floor for 
leverage and he was pushing up steadily with a fast tempo, driving the cock 
up into her. They were fucking as hard as they could go. 

Crawling close, Kitty sat at Huey's feet, watching with wide eyes as their 
sucking genitals met, the long penis being swallowed up at every thrust. 
Libby was moaning softly, writhing her luscious backside. God, she loves to 
screw, Kitty thought 

Reaching both hands up his legs, Kitty grabbed the outside beltline of his 
pants and pulled steadily. Huey instantly realized what she was doing and 
lifted his fanny. She pulled his pants and shorts down, down over his knees. 
Then she untied his shoes and slipped them off. She tossed his pants aside. 
Huey looked around Libby and beckoned to her. Grinning, Kitty climbed up on 
the couch beside them and Huey's arm encircled her and drew her close. "Man, 
I wish I had two cocks." 

Kitty felt his hand wander down her backside and snake between her thighs. 
She pressed close to him, noting that Libby had slipped the sweater up and 
both her luscious breasts were jutting nakedly. She was doing her best to 
guide one of them at his mouth. "Suck me, you sonofabitch," Libby hissed. 

Kitty jerked as Huey's roving fingers found her slit and began teasing it. 
God, she was feverish. Libby was sitting on the only cock ... Kitty looked 
toward the phone. Who could she call? But she didn't want to leave Huey's 
fingers. Huey was licking and sucking Libby's breasts, going from one to the 
other, and Libby grinned like a huge voluptuous feline. Her hand slid over 
Kitty's shoulder and down to fondle Kitty's hard-nippled breast, bouncing 
it, weighing it with a wanton hand. Libby's smile was sweet and lewd as 
Emma's had been. 

Kitty thought of Emma and her heart beat faster. Huey was stimulating her 
between the legs. His finger was deep inside her, tight in her narrow 
vagina, squishing and jerking. The smell of sex was heavy in her nostrils. 
She looked at Libby's wet breasts, pink and glowing from Huey's mouth-and 
she ducked her head and closed her lips over the nearest hard nipple, 
licking it avidly. She heard Libby's delighted moan and Libby's hand 
clutched at the sweater, pulling it up. Kitty helped the other, yanking at 
her own sweater, feeling Libby's hands on her naked skin. She sucked Libby, 
licking and mouthing the satin breast feeling Libby's hand caressing her. 
After a moment, Libby seemed to explode. She cried out, twisting and 
bucking, moaning and jerking in obvious ecstasy. 

"She's comin', " Huey hissed, ramming his cock up into her. 

Libby was helpless, holding on with fingers that had no strength-rocking on 
the driving penis, panting. Her face became dissolute, lower lip hanging, 
eyes glassy, but her fixed smile remained. Both Kitty and Huey sucked her 
breasts, and Huey held her shuddering body till she collapsed on him. 

"Man, she really got 'er rocks off," Huey said, petting her. "She comes like 
a fuckin' tornado!" 

Libby snickered, still panting hard. "Don' stop." 

"Whad I tell you?" Huey grinned, rubbing Libby's bare fanny. "She's a goddam 
sex bomb." 

"It's my turn," Kitty whispered, nibbling Huey's ear. "Push her off." 

Huey chuckled, loving every second of it-two gorgeous girls panting for him. 

"C'mon," Kitty urged. 

Huey sighed; his hands closed around Libby's ass and he began to lift her 
off the "long stiff prong. She moaned, squealed and clung to him in 
desperation. "No, no, no." 

"Jesiz, honey, give someone else a crack at it." He snickered at Kitty. 
"Thass good, a crack, huh? A crack at it." 

"Funny as hell," Kitty said. "I'm dying and you're making jokes." 

Libby was twining her silky arms about Huey, kissing his neck, cheeks, 
seeking his mouth with hers. Her loins were churning over the prick again, 
belly moving in concentric circles, her full breasts crushed to him. Huey 
was her slave, cock embedded in her, ramming it with all his strength, 
kissing her-Kitty was forgotten. Libby was driving him up the wall with her 
urgent, lustful love-making. 

Kitty was very annoyed. The two of them were suddenly more lascivious and 
sex feverish than before. Libby, inflamed by one raging orgasm, was a 
surging wanton, driving herself over the swollen spike that skewered her. 
She had a death grip on him. Their mouths were glued together and Huey was 
desperately yanking her down onto his thrusting cock. Kitty panted, hearing 
the fusing sounds of the friction they were making, smelling the musky 
perfume. She was crazy with her desire to come. She wanted to rip and tear 
at Libby, to pull her off Huey! She wanted him desperately and he was 
ignoring her, wildly fucking Libby! Kitty threw herself at them, rubbing 
herself on their lunging, humping bodies-kissing them. 

Libby was bucking and jerking. Her voice came thin and quavering, 
"I'm-gonna-come!" In another second she was spastic, jerking harder, 
stiffening and moaning. Kitty slid herself between them, capturing Huey's 
mouth, sucking his tongue. Huey was on the verge too, she realized. 

Kitty pushed the almost helpless Libby aside Libby groaned, trying to claw 
at her, but unable to control the paroxysms that shook her. Libby slid to 
the couch, screaming when the penis was wrenched pulpily from her burning 
vulva Huey jerked too, swearing-and then Kitty slid down and grabbed the 
pulsating thing between sucking lips. Huey arched his back, gasped loudly, 
and began to pump the thing madly as Kitty mouthed it. He spurted, a hot 
flood that filled her mouth and clogged her throat-she gulped and swallowed 
furiously, hissing air as he twisted and panted. With avid fingers, she 
frigged the shaft of it, sucking in a fury of lust ... she had got the prick 
after all! 

Kitty was aware that Libby was rolling on the floor, still moaning, and, 
from the squishy sound, frigging herself. She hadn't realized that Libby was 
such a sex bomb. No wonder the guys were after her with cocks and tongues 
hanging out 

She got most of the musky sperm in the first few seconds. Then, as she 
milked the cock, it oozed out little by little. She kept sucking it hard and 
Huey revolved his fanny, panting and trembling. His hand reached out finally 
and fondled her head. She continued to suck him for a good long time. After 
a bit he moved around, full length on the couch, belly up. Kitty crawled 
over him, never losing the warm meat for an instant, and straddled his face 
with her loins. He pulled her down to his mouth and began licking her. 

Kitty nursed the half-withered penis contentedly, her body tingling to the 
delicious tonguing. Huey was very good. He knew just how to mouth-stimulate 
a girl. She twitched and slithered sensuously, feeling the orgasm gathering. 
Below her, on the floor, Libby was still writhing slightly, her finger in 
her own genitals. Kitty purred. 

SIXTEEN 

Gil picked her up at the apartment late in the ev ning. He honked and she 
went down and slid in the back seat. He had another girl in the front, 
stranger. "This's Annie," Gil said, tooling the c around the corner. "Annie, 
meet Kitty Blair." 

"Hi," Annie said, turning in the seat. She w blonde, round-faced, and 
innocent-looking. 

"Hello," Kitty said, wondering about the girl. Annie looked to be about 
seventeen, fresh as a flower. But she couldn't be too innocent if she knew 
Gil, could she? 

"Annie's been helping us out in the campaign," Gil said, shoving down on the 
gas. "We're late as hell. Fred'll be wondering what the fuck happened to us. 
I hadda go across town to pick up Annie." She started to say something and 
Gil slapped her thigh, smiling. "It's okay, honey, I won't tell Fred that 
you know me." 

"Yeh, I know you," Annie said, and Kitty wondered what that meant. It was 
obvious that Gil was playing hand games with the blonde innocent all the way 
to the hall and it didn't seem to fluster her. 

When they arrived, Gil drove the car around behind a long low building and 
parked it. "That's the hall there," he said, pointing to the left. It was a 
large building, looming dark and mysterious in the gloom. He took their arms 
and walked them toward it. As they went up the steps, ne patted Kitty's 
fanny then slid his arm about her to squeeze one breast He had a key and 
they went inside, heels echoing in the huge foyer. He led them to an 
elevator and they went up to the fourth floor. 

Kitty had no idea what it was about Fred had called and asked if she wanted 
to see the convention hall, saying there was a friendly little get-together 
in the director's suite and they'd like her to come. Fred had said, "We've 
got to be nice to this guy, he's a big wheel and can do us a hellova lot of 
good." 

"You mean you want me to be nice to him?" 

"Hell, no," Fred had protestod. "Honey, we got lots of cunt for that now. 
You're special. I just thought you'd like to be there." 

Maybe Fred was horny for her, she thought Anyway, here she was. And it might 
prove to be fun. They were the last to arrive, as Gil feared. A smiling 
girl, whom Kitty had never seen before, opened the door for them. "They're 
all in the other room. Go on in." 

It was a large elegant room. The director had good taste-bookshelves, 
pictures, lush draperies, and an old world atmosphere. Fred was in the 
middle of a speech, but he broke it off and came toward them, all smiles, 
his arms wide. "Kitty, darling-hello, Annie." He kissed her and Kitty smiled 
cozily. There were three strange men in the room, the tall one must be the 
director. He had a short beard and a lecherous smile, she thought The other 
two were both shorter and seemed to defer to him. 

Johnny was also there, and she was slightly surprised to see him ... he must 
have driven Fred instead of Jute. He winked at her. And Libby was sitting in 
a chair, long shapely legs crossed, a tall drink in her hand. She smiled at 
them like Mata Hari. Beside her was Gerry, the teen-age wonder, grinning at 
Gil. 

Fred introduced her to the three men. "This is our wonderful new friend, the 
director, Elmo Hudon." 

"Just call me Elmo," the director said, kissing her hand. He had an 
interesting way of looking at her, she thought. His eyes seemed to pet her 
breasts. She was wearing a thin blouse under a sweater, without a bra, and 
there was deep cleavage showing. Elmo's eyes lingered on itShe could almost 
feel his mouth on her nipples. The other two men, or names, made no 
impression on her at all. One of the men went out, ostensibly on an errand, 
and the second acted as bartender. 

Fred, Elmo, and the short man acting as bartender were feeling no pain. Even 
Libby was well oiled. When she stood to walk to the bar, she weaved and 
giggled. She and the bartender put their heads together, snickering, as he 
made drinks. 

Gil went to the bar to make a drink for her, and Kitty sank into a chair 
near the fireplace, fishing in her bag for a cigarette. Elmo and the new 
girl, Annie, were deep in a conversation across the room. He was stroking 
her arm and looking deep into her eyes as though trying to hypnotize her. 
Kitty wished she could hear what he was saying. 

She lit the cigarette and Gil came over with her drink. "Wanna screw or 
something?" 

She laughed, sipping the gin and tonic. "Who is she?" 

He looked. "Annie? She's a cunt" "She's a whore?" 

"Hell, no, a cunt. Fred found her someplace. She's an innocent-looking 
piece, huh? She's got a trained pussy." He illustrated with his fingers. "It 
snaps at you, jus' like that." 

"Come on." 

Gil shrugged. "I swear t'God." He leaned closer. "This Elmo is a gash hound. 
Can't keep his hands off women-hell, I thought he was gonna grab you a 
little while ago." 

"Oh?" Kitty looked at the director with new interest. Elmo was stroking 
Annie's arm, including part of her breast in the move. She seemed to enjoy 
it 

"Yeah, he'll have Annie in the sack in a few minutes. That's what we brought 
'er for. Fred promised Elmo a good fat lay. Annie'll fuck his ears off." 

Fred came over and leaned against the fireplace, rattling the ice in his 
glass. "Five minutes," he said to Gil. 

Gil glanced at the couple across the room. He looked at his watch. "Three." 

Kitty said, "What the hell are you doing?" 

"Betting on them," Gil said. "Fred thinks it'll take Elmo five minutes to 
spread Annie on a bed." 

"Hell," Fred said, "He's got a hard-on right now." He chuckled. "There they 
go." 

Elmo was opening a door, ushering Annie through it. 

"I win," Gil said. 

Kitty asked, "Is that all this party is for, to let him get laid?" 

Fred smiled and looked at her cleavage. "Don't minimize it, baby. We need 
this fucking hall. Besides, I got designs on you, too." 

"The AFA rides again," Gil said. He batted his heavy lashes at her. "I think 
I'll break with the party tonight-get Gerry t'give me a blow job." 

Fred chuckled. "Thass a sure thing." He sat down when Gil rose and strolled 
over to Gerry. 

"Are you going to win?" Kitty asked him. 

Fred shrugged, still staring down her neck. "Who knows? You've got the 
best-looking pair of tits here." 

"Better than libby's?" 

He licked his lips, glancing at the lush Libby, still snickering with the 
barman. "Yeah, better'n hers. You're a real crazy cat, honey." He slid his 
hand up the inside of her thigh, very slyly, and lightly pinched her. "I got 
it hard for you." 

"You want to go somewhere?" 

"Damn right ... but I can't for a little while. Wait'll we get Elmo laid a 
few times, then we'll go back to your place an' tear off a few, huh? " 

"Okay," Kitty smiled. "Get me another drink, willya?" 

Fred nodded and swayed back to the bar. 

Johnny came over and sat, patting her knees. "Hi, baby." 

"Hi, Johnny. Where's Emma an' Jute?" 

He chuckled. "Prob'ly home, screwing." He was not drunk, but feeling very 
good. He glanced around the room first, then squeezed her breasts. "I missed 
you, baby." 

"You didn't call me" 

"I didn' know your fuckin' number. Give it t'me before you leave, okay?" 

"Sure" She watched Annie and Elmo come back through the door. Annie's hair 
looked slightly mussed, as though she had tried to comb it back and didn't 
quite make it. Elmo was smiling like he'd just eaten the canary, and Annie 
still had the little-girl, innocent look. Elmo took her right to the bar, 
where Fred greeted them and patted Annie's rump when Elmo was looking the 
other way. Kitty smiled, seeing it. Somehow Fred got Annie and the barman 
paired off, and left Elmo talking animatedly with Libby. Fred brought the 
drink over, handing it to Kitty. "He liked it." "What?" 

"Elmo," Fred said, "He liked it. Annie gave him a good boot That means the 
hall is ours." He smiled expansively, then looked at Johnny. "For crissakes, 
go put on some music." 

Johnny nodded, moving away quickly. 

"He's going after Libby now," Kitty said. 

Fred glanced around. "He's a cunt-happy bastard, that guy. Bob says-" 

"Who's Bob?" 

"The guy tendin' bar. He says Elmo's got broads up here every damn day, most 
of 'em school kids. He-likes young pussy. That's why I had Gil pick up 
Annie." Fred chuckled. "Would you believe that dame lives home with her 
mother and an old aunt? A hot pussy like her?" 

"Well, she's got to live somewhere." Kitty gazed at the blonde Annie She and 
Bob were coz-ied in a corner, knee to knee, staring into each other's eyes 
and whispering. 

Elmo and Libby moved toward the same door, giggling together. Kitty looked 
away when Elmo's glance swept the room. "There they go," she said. 

Fred sighed, "Ol' hot balls. That guy will stick it in anything warm. It 
makes me horny just to think what they're doing on that bed." 

Kitty giggled. "You know what they're doing." 

"Yeh, and baby, I want to do it to you." 

"Well, let's go someplace. There must be another room here." 

"Hell, they got a half dozen of 'em." Fred tipped up his glass moodily. 

Annie and Bob were rising. Glancing at them, Bob led her quickly to a door 
on the opposite side of the room and they disappeared. Annie was about to 
score again, she thought 

She glanced around the large room. They were apparently alone-then she spied 
Gil and Gerry cuddled in a couch, kissing and feeling. Gil had her blouse 
open and was handling her small pointed breasts. Johnny was nowhere to be 
seen. He had turned on the music and disappeared. Kitty remembered the girl 
who had opened the door to them. Perhaps he was with her. Kitty moved her 
leg along Fred's. "Why don't you screw me?" she asked. 

He frowned at her. "Jesiz, I told you. I gotta talk business with Elmo, 
soon's he gets his gun off enough. It's important" 

Kitty finished the drink and stood up. She felt vaguely frustrated. Fred was 
acting damn strange. Usually he had a practically permanent hard-on. She 
glanced back at him as she walked toward the entrance door. He didn't look 
happy. Maybe that was the reason Emma wasn't here tonight ... maybe Fred 
couldn't get it up. 

Gil didn't notice her when she walked past them, but Gerry had a funny 
little fixed smile on her pretty face. Gil's head was bent as he grazed on 
her breasts. Her hand was inside his fly massaging something in there. 

Kitty sighed. She didn't feel anything at all now, seeing Gil sexually 
engaged with another female. He was just another stud anxious to ball 
anything in sight. 

There was no one in the foyer, but several open doors led off it This floor 
was evidently a rabbit warren of small rooms. She was thinking about 

Johnny when she went through the door to her left A hallway and three doors, 
one of which was partially open. She moved along the dim carpeted hallway 
and looked through the open door into an office with desks, cabinets, 
tables, and shelves as far as she could see. Over to one side, two figures 
labored. Kitty bit her lip, watching them for a long moment The girl who had 
opened the door for them was sitting on one of the desks and Johnny was 
standing in front of her. Her bare legs were up on either side of him, and 
he was feeding her cunt with raw penis. They were very engrossed in what 
they were doing, kissing passionately, writhing. 

She retreated, feeling even more frustrated. Could she take Gil away from 
that child Gerry? She went back into the suite, her feet making no sound on 
the thick pile. Fred remained where she had left him, guzzling another 
drink, frowning to himself. Gil hadn't moved either. But now Gerry's head 
was in his lap, bobbing up and down quickly. He had a glassy look in his 
eyes as she sucked him. 

"Shit!" she said under her breath, glaring at Fred. Well, there was nothing 
to do but go get another drink. Kitty sighed philosophically and made her 
way around the room to the bar. Fred really looked drunk. She poured whiskey 
into a glass, watered it and leaned on the bar staring at him. He was el 
blotto. Out on his feet-and he was sitting down. She slid onto a stool and 
forgot him. The music was nice, low and dreamy. She could see the top of 
Gil's head, that was all. What a cocksucker that Gerry was! 

The side door opened and Libby came out followed by a red-faced Elmo. Libby 
looked slightly flushed and her blouse was unfastened to the waist, but she 
apparently didn't notice. Elmo glanced quickly around the room and looked 
surprised that it was almost deserted. Kitty, staring at him, could almost 
see the thoughts flow through his handsome head. The party had petered out, 
he didn't have to make an appearance-he looked at Libby. He had closed the 
door behind him. Now he opened it again and was reaching for her when he 
noticed Kitty. 

Kitty snickered into her drink. He licked his lips at sight of her, then he 
took Libby over and sat her beside the addled Fred. Could he get it up 
again? Kitty watched him approach her, petting his beard, gazing up and down 
her figure as though appraising it The appraisal was apparently good. "Hello 
there," he said in a throaty voice. 

Kitty let him take her hand to kiss. He kissed her fingers, then his lips 
traveled up her arm. That made her giggle softly. He smiled with her, moving 
very close. "You're a beautiful girl, Miss-" 

"Just call me Kitty." Kitty drained the glass and set it on the bar. "I'm 
hardly drunk at all." She leaned back. 

"Of course you're not" he said, licking his lips again at the delicious 
cleavage. He was still caressing her arm. 

Kitty put both elbows on the bar and shoved out her assets. The sweater 
gaped widely and the thin blouse strained her buttons to the breaking point. 
Her nipples were hard as acorns, lovingly outlined by the taut blouse. She 
moved her shoulders slightly and the two breasts wobbled. Elmo was almost 
drooling. She whispered, "You wanna suck my tits?" 

He groaned. Both his hands came up and captured them, one in each hand, 
squeezing, fondling, weighing them. His back was to the others in the room, 
and he had a hard-on pushing his pants out. He pulled her off the stool then 
and hustled her to the door. Kitty grinned at Libby as she went through it. 
Libby was looking like a hurt pup; Elmo must have given her a good time. 

He closed the door and hurried her down a short hall into a small bedroom. 
All it contained was a mirror on the wall and a bed. He slammed the door 
behind them. Then she was in his arms and he crushed her to him, kissing 
like they were in an automobile back seat at a drive-in ... she was 
surprised. His hard penis stabbed into her belly. She moved her hips against 
it, and he made deep sounds in his throat 

"You drive me wild," he hissed, "you know that?" 

Kitty smiled. She wanted to. Opening her thighs, she bucked herself against 
the stiff organ, letting him know she was horny. 

"You're the most luscious girl here tonight" he whispered. 

She felt wonderful. "Let's do it!" 

Then he chuckled. He sat on the edge of the bed and drew her very close. His 
hands fumbled at her buttons, unfastening the blouse. His eyes were feverish 
and he kept licking his lips. Kitty felt a curious shudder run up her spine. 
When he got the blouse open, he groaned and pulled her to him. His mouth 
closed over one naked breast and he was sucking, licking, mouthing it in a 
frenzy. The sensations chased each other through her body, making her writhe 
and jerk. What a crazy, wild sucker he was! His mouth flowed smoothly from 
one breast to the other, tantalizing her. His large hands turned her body so 
that he could mouth the breast to best advantage. She was trembling and 
beginning to pant God! Could he suck off a tit! 

She shook her sweater and blouse off and flung them away. She was limp and 
dizzy from the sucking-she wanted his cock in her. "Lemme lay on the bed." 

He chuckled again, reminding her of a Great Dane at feeding time. With a 
quick move he turned her about and she found herself flat on her back. In 
the next instant he scooped her skirt high, onto her belly, so that her cunt 
was exposed, pink and furry, glistening slightly with wet. 

Her first thought was that she must turn over, to present him her butt-and 
then he dived at her. She jerked her knees up in surprise at his quick move. 
He flung himself between her legs and closed his mouth over her genitals. 

"Ohhh, Jezis Gawd," Kitty breathed, wriggling. His tongue was in her a yard, 
hot and frolicking. His lips were moving, teasing, inciting, searing her 
nerve ends, making her buck wildly. He held her fanny with both hands and 
tongue-fucked her till she could hardly get her breath. She gasped, sucking 
in air, shuddering with the sensuous luxury of it. No one, not even Emma, 
had sucked her like that! All she could do was squirm and writhe, knowing 
that she was squealing in pleasure, unable to stop-and not giving a shit. 

It was painful ... delicious, gorgeous pain that turned into ecstatic, 
burning delirium. She was coming, spasming, jerking in paroxysms, screaming. 
She rolled and flopped helplessly. His crazy mouth was fastened to her 
forever-Gawd, please, forever! 

The room smeared, and she felt like she was floating-was she passing out? 
"Don't stop," she gasped, trying to move her quaking body toward him-get 
more of that mad tongue inside her. "Don'stop." 

He only hugged her closer and settled down to steady licking. She gasped and 
twitched, opening her legs as widely as possible, smiling fixedly. Elmo 
peered up at her, enjoying the smile, glueing his mouth to the soft bounty 
of her crotch, feeding at the orgiastic gorge, trying to sate himself with 
his tongue. He opened his pants and rubbed the hard organ, but he could not 
tear himself from the wanton meal. 

He licked her into a stupor. Kitty came again, writhing frantically, moaning 
as if in pain but screaming if he paused. Elmo chuckled lustfully, mouthing 
the soft flesh, fully aware of what he was doing to her, driving her to 
unchecked, spastic jerking as the surging orgasms washed over her. 

A long time passed and Kitty was reduced to a quivering, stupefied state. 
She did not realize he was climbing up on her, shoving his stiff penis into 
her. The thing was short and sinewy, and it went into her easily. She 
moaned, thinking it was his tongue, and he fucked it in hard, with quick 
rapid, rabbit strokes. His penis was only half the size of an ordinary 
one-the reason that he had made himself into a cunnilingist. She barely 
writhed when he spurted and withdrew. She moaned aloud when his mouth 
attacked her again, and continued to suck her. 

Gil came looking for her an hour later. She was naked on the bed, alone, 
sprawled out, a smile on her lovely face. Gil went back and got Libby to 
help him dress her. 

SEVENTEEN 

Everyone concentrated on the convention. "A real big deal,'" Fred said. "It 
might make the difference." 

When the reporters from out-of-town papers heard about it they came to the 
office seeking a news story. "What the hell is an American Freedom 
Association?" they asked. 

"Well, it's freedom to think and talk and do." 

"Horseshit," one reporter said, "you're plowing up all the old platitudes 
and worn-out mumbo jumbo." 

Gil said, "Okay, it's freedom to get fucked during the coffee break." 

"Now you're talkin', " said the reporter. He glanced around the office, 
ogling Kitty and one of the typists, La Verne, a pert brunette. After the 
other reporters left, La Verne took him onto the private office and balled 
him. She was a sucker for the little-boy-look. 

Kitty was surprised to see her climb into the reporter's car later. Gil 
said, "The guy's name is Hooper and La Verne says he's hung like a horse." 

Kitty was to remember the guy later. 

Since her night at the convention hall with Elmo, Kitty was itching to 
return. She had been raw the next day, licked to a frazzle, but all she 
could think of was a repeat performance. 

It made her nervous and restless just to think about Elmo. She continually 
dreamed about running up to him, yanking up her skirt and thrusting herself 
at him. She thought about it so much that she actually feared she might do 
it the first time she met him again for real. One afternoon, when she and 
Libby were alone, she asked about him. 

Libby's eyes got unnaturally bright. "Elmo? My God! He can have me!" 

Kitty giggled. "He did have you." 

"He drove me up the goddam wall!" Libby giggled, "He's got a tongue long's a 
cock. He had you too, honev " 

Kitty s'ighed. "Yeah." 

Gil was supervising the wiring and sound equipment at the hall, and Kitty 
found an excuse to go with him-knowing he was wise to her. 

"You gonna shove it at Elmo, honey?" He snickered like a teen-ager. "They 
call 'im the muff-diver, you know." 

She hated to let Gil see how eager she was. "I don't care anything about 
Elmo." 

"Uh-huh." He put her in a panel truck and they drove to the hall, with Gil 
fondling her bare legs now and again. 

In daylight she saw that the hall was an older, reddish-colored building. It 
had a dusty tile roof and looked something like a school, with bulletin 
boards on each side of the doors where dozens of notices were tacked up, 
some new, some faded. Over the wide doors was a long banner, pasteboard, 
painted in white letters: American Freedom Assn. Convention. 

Gil sniffed on seeing it. "Fred musta had that put up. He thinks he's really 
gonna get elected." He opened the rear doors and began lugging boxes into 
the hall. Huey came out, dressed in a dirty shirt and paint-spattered jeans, 
blew her a kiss and began helping Gil. Kitty paused just inside the doorway 
to find and light a cigarette and Huey came gallumping in and slid a heavy 
box along the floor. 

"Stick around, honey," he said to her with a lecherous smile. "We'll tear 
off a piece, huh?" 

"Sure," she said. She went inside and found the stairway. Someone was 
hammering in the convention room, someone else calling that he needed a 
fucking ladder. Kitty went up the stairs wondering if Elmo was in his 
office-and wondering if he would make a pass at her. 

As she came out at the third floor she met Bob, Elmo's assistant. He was in 
a suit, frowning at some papers, and when he glanced up he cocked his head 
on one side like a terrier, then smiled. "Can I help you, miss?" 

Kitty paused, glancing up the stairway. Elmo's office-suite was on the 
fourth floor. 

"Are you looking for the director?" 

She nodded. Bob evidently didn't remember her. "Is he in?" 

"Yeah." He came over and escorted her up the stairs. "He's busy right now, 
but maybe I can get to him. Whad you want to see him about?" 

Kitty was tempted to say, "cuntlicking," but she restrained herself. He 
might have a heart attack. Instead she said, "You don't remember me, do 
you?" 

He paused and frowned at her. "God, if we met and I don't remember I'm 
losing my mind ... oh oh, I think I get it!" His face lit up. "Yeh! You were 
here at the little shindig." 

Kitty nodded, smiling. 

In the next second, Bob reached for her crotch and got a handful of cunt, 
squeezing her. Kitty was so startled she nearly fell, jumping back, yelping. 
Instantly Bob let go and grabbed her-with both arms. He pressed her against 
the wall, grinning. 

"You're the one I didn't get to," he said in a loud whisper. "How 'bout it?" 

She fought free, face flushed. "Get your fucking hands off me!" 

"Cut it out, honey. Don't play hard to get with ol' Bob. You be nice to me 
and I'll-" His hands reached for her again and she avoided him. 

She ran to the office-suite door and flung it open, hearing his chuckle 
behind her. She went across the reception room and opened the door to the 
suite. The room was dim, only a single pink light glowed near the bar. Elmo 
was standing there and Annie was sitting on a stool. They were laughing and 
drinking and Elmo's hands were all over her. 

Kitty bit her lip, not expecting to see Annie The innocent-faced blonde was 
giggling and squirming on the stool, her dress half undone. Elmo was 
fondling and handling her breasts, now and then bending to kiss one or the 
other of them. The two didn't hear or see her. As she watched Elmo kissing 
and caressing the girl, she realized how horny she was-she'd come all the 
way here to entice him, hadn't she? Kitty sighed deeply, wanting his mouth 
on her. 

She closed the door quietly and leaned against it for long moments, eyes 
closed. She could go downstairs, bat her eyes at Gil or Huey, get one of 
them aside and get him to go down on her. Suddenly she found herself 
knocking loudly on the door-not really intending to do so, and surprised 
that she was doing it It took him several minutes to come to the door and he 
was frowning when he opened it But he stopped short on seeing her. 
"Ah-Kitty! It is Kitty, isn't it?" 

"Yes," she said, pleased that he had remembered. 

He came out into the foyer and shut the door behind him. Taking both her 
hands in his, he smiled and kissed her fingers. "I've thought about you so 
much." In the next moment she was in his arms, kissing him. As she thrust 
her belly at him she could easily feel his erection ... of course he was 
already heated up. She gave him her best French kissing. "Take me inside," 
she whispered. 

He was in a terrible quandary. "But I've got-I mean, oh my God, you're, a 
sweet thing!" He looked around desperately. 

She said, "Don't you want me?" 

"God! Of course I want you!" He was panting slightly. 

She wanted to teli him to kick Annie out on her blonde fanny, but she kept 
from saying it. He didn't want her to know he had another woman inside. 

"I want you too," she said. She slid her hand down and closed it over his 
penis, squeezing and massaging. It seemed small to her, but then she was 
only feeling it through his balky trousers. He kept kissing her feverishly, 
rubbing her round buttocks briskly. When he discovered that she wore no 
panties under the skirt, he yanked it up and fondled her bare bottom 
lovingly. 

Then he suddenly picked her up and carried her into a side room. He didn't 
bother to light a lamp; it was dim, a room she hadn't seen before. There was 
a desk and a small green couch, not long enough to lie full length on, 
beside it. Elmo dropped her on the couch and was instantly kneeling in front 
of her, pushing her legs aside. 

Kitty giggled and spread them with obscene haste. 

Then she moaned and stiffened as his mouth glued itself over her vulva and 
his tongue drove into her. He attacked her licentiously, mouthing in a fury 
of lust so that she was jerking and shuddering all at once as though caught 
by a ravishing satyr. Kitty held onto the couch, conscious that he was 
unable to control himself. He was trembling and hissing breath through his 
nose, working his lips, sucking and licking in a veritable frenzy. She 
gritted her teeth and writhed, herself unable to do more than hang on and 
gasp through the intense pain-anguish of his sensual assault. 

It was impossible for her to tell how long she writhed on the couch before 
he caused her warping, twisting paroxysms. Kitty cried out as the spasms 
jerked her. As she panted, heavily-lidded and loose-lipped in the grip of 
the orgasm, she saw the blonde Annie come to the door and gape at them. 

Kitty wanted to laugh, but she could only giggle hysterically, bucking under 
his steady tonguing. Kitty could see that Annie was surprised, perhaps a 
trifle jealous that she had been left alone for this carnal encounter. 

After several moments, Elmo noticed her look. He turned, staring at Annie, 
his face wet with cunt sauce. "I-I-" he said, stuttering, "I-I was o-only-" 

"I see what you're doing," Annie said petulantly. 

"Go in the other room," Elmo begged. "I'll be there in a minute." He 
continued to diddle the frothy quim. 

"I want some more," Kitty said silkily. She pulled at his sleeve, watching 
the blonde girl. Annie ought to put her chin up and stalk out But she 
didn't. Kitty could hardly believe it when 

Annie slid onto the green couch. 

"Damn you, Elmo," she said, "You can't leave me high and dry like that!" 

Elmo sighed ... but he didn't look unhappy. He merely moved sideways and 
forward. Annie's legs went up, opened out and in a second Elmo's head was 
buried in her crotch and Kitty could hear the sucking, squishy noises of his 
frigging tongue Annie squealed delightedly, squirming and holding each leg 
behind the knee. It was Kitty who was pouting now. 

"Sonofabitch!" she said aloud. Annie giggled, looking at her sidelong, 
triumphantly. 

Kitty pulled at Elmo's shoulders, but he was too engrossed. Annie swatted at 
her, her little-girl face distorted. "G'way from us." 

A voice called from the foyer. "Elmo ... are you in there? Elmo? " 

Elmo raised his head from Annie's undulating crotch. "Close the goddam 
door!" 

Kitty rose and went to it, hearing Annie's soft sighs as Elmo returned to 
the attack. She stared at them a moment, Elmo sucking and lapping 
frantically, and Annie moaning in sheer delight. She knew Elmo wasn't going 
to relinquish her now ... she slipped into the hallway and closed the door 
behind her. Smoothing her skirt, fastening her blouse, she went into the 
foyer. It must have been Bob, calling to Elmo, she thought She found him in 
the suite. 

He said, "Oh, here you are ... where's Elmo?" 

Kitty shook her head, smiling at him seductively. He wasn't bad-shorter than 
Elmo, perhaps not as handsome-but he was male. She went up to him and slid 
her arms about his neck, pushing her belly at him. His eyes widened, but he 
was equal to the occasion. 

After the first kiss, he pulled her toward one of the side doors and into a 
small room with a cot. He locked the door and laid her on the cot. Then he 
tried to get on her. She had to twist and turn and kiss him, and finally get 
his attention. "Lick me first ... huh?" 

She opened her olouse and he dived at her breasts, licking them voraciously. 
She pulled her skirts high and he worked his way down her body. When he 
plunged his head between her legs and began to lick her pulsating vulva lips 
and clitoris she gave a great sigh-Gawd, that's what she wanted! 

He made her come again, then tried to get on her She grabbed his long, 
throbbing cock, refusing it entry. He had a veryrespectable organ. "Turn me 
over," she hissed. 

She had to fight him, to turn herself over, presenting her round backside. 
He was frantic with desire for her, climbing onto her, thrusting, jabbing 
the cock-and she finally got it lodged in the pouting orifice. He fucked it 
in, skewering her in a frenzy and Kitty had to grit her teeth for a moment 
... but he got it in and settled down at last to a hot, steady pumping. 

Kitty relaxed, dreaming of Elmo's mouth on her, bouncing pleasantly as Bob 
churned his hips working up the friction. The cot squeaked lightly. It was a 
lovely afternoon; she was having a wonderful time. 

EIGHTEEN 

It was on the eve of the convention that the first news leak came. Kitty was 
at home, entertaining Fred. He had dropped by with Jute, tired and wrung out 
"It's been a helluva day." 

Fred had gone into the shower and Jute had discovered Marsha. "You are 
somethin' else, baby." 

Fred took her to bed, still damp from the shower, but horny as of old, and 
oozed his organ into her without preliminaries. Kitty didn't mind. He needed 
her. But he never finished the screw. The phone rang in the living room, and 
after a bit Jute stuck his head in the door. "Fred-the phone-it's for you." 

"Fuck it. I'm not here." 

"Lissen, I already tole 'im you're here. It's Gil. I-I think there's bad 
news." 

Fred swore He pulled his cock out, wiping it and rolling out of bed. In his 
ear, Gil said, "Fred, remember that reporter, Hooper?" 

"No." 

"The guy who's been scragging La Verne. Well, they've been getting cozy as 
hell and La Verne told him the truth about the party." 

"What!" 

"Yeah, it's true. She called me on the phone ten minutes ago, crying like a 
fish. This guy Hooper is gonna spread the story all over his sheet. We're 
gonna be big news in the morning edition." 

Fred sat down abruptly. Jute was standing there, naked, cock hanging down. 
Marsha leaned from the doorway, also naked. Kitty slid out of bed and joined 
them. 

"Fred," Gil said, "didjoo hear me?" 

Yeh, I heard you," Fred said heavily. "What the fuck d'we do now?" 

"Pick up the marbles and get the hell outa to game." 

"We'll deny it," Fred said, eyes glinting. "Listen, get the word out, deny 
it, deny it-you hear?" 

"Sure," Gil said, without conviction. "Right away." He hung up. 

The convention opened in the morning-it had actually been open all night as 
they worked on last minute details-Fred showed up at midnight and 
conferences were held. The official word went out to everyone ... deny it. 

"It's a big fuckin' smear," Fred said to those who knew the truth. "You've 
got to convince the voters that the establishment is tryin' to screw us." 

The morning papers were full of innuendos, insinuating that the American 
Freedom Association was not the true name of the organization, but rather 
something sodomistic-and every paper picked it up. Even the national TV 
networks carried the story. 

The worst was that word of mouth advertising told the real truth. It was the 
Ass Fuckers of America-that was the true name, pal. Ass Fuckers-ain't that a 
riot? The sly allusions increased. The newspapers bought off many of the 
members paying them for information in private. It was absolutely true. The 
organization was the Ass Fuckers-no possible doubt! 

The average voter was horrified. Hundreds of citizens were out in the 
driveways of their homes, scraping off bumper stickers. Politicians were 
frantically revising opinions and speeches and worrying about past 
utterances. Ass Fuckers indeed ! Fred started to grow a beard. 

In a week it was like a bad dream, Kitty thought, the party had come apart 
like a cardboard toy in the water. Fred had been forced to go underground, 
to disappear. Elmo Hudon, director of the convention hall, issued a 
statement saying that he had been hoodwinked, as everyone else had been, by 
the glib Fred, and denied any connection with the organization. He called 
Kitty on the phone. "I've got to see you." 

She could hardly wait. Chad called her for a date, saying that Gil had 
disappeared with Fred. He took her to his pad. "It's just as well we fucked 
up the election. Can you imagine Fred with political power? " 

"Screw me," Kitty said. 

"It was a dumb idea in the first place. We shouldn't have let Fred talk us 
into it" 

She hung about his neck, bumping herself at him. kissing him. "I wanna get 
screwed." 

"Well, anyhow, it was fun while it lasted, huh? Whatchoo say?" 

"Dammit, put me to bed." 

He rubbed her fanny. "Sure, baby, sure. One ass fuck comin' up." "No." 

"No? Whatta you mean, no?" Kitty giggled, rubbing herself on him. "I think 
it'll go in the front way now." "But you're an ass freak!" "Gawd, can't a 
girl change?" 


THE END
