BH-6188  Hot Mouth Daughters
(Geoffrey Kyle)

CHAPTER ONE 

The night seemed more than usually dark, furry even. There was a mist that 
clung to the low places and made the road slippery at times. Pete Stringer 
drove south slowly, with Lilli sleeping on the seat beside him. It was very 
late. 

He had the radio turned on low, listening for news reports. They had his 
name and picture now, from the rape in New York City ... the dame had 
identified him. 

A sign said: Farley, 3 mi. 

It was a tiny little burg when he reached it, houses straggling along the 
road, a gas pump, grocery, all tightly closed at this hour. But there were 
lights down by the river. 

He drove through the burg and stopped, flicking off the car lights. He could 
see little but yellowish blobs; they looked to be a half mile distant. One 
or two of the blobs moved as he watched. Flashlights? Pete rubbed his long 
jaw, moving his tongue around over his teeth. They had to get across the 
fucking river. They had to. 

He looked at Lilli; she was sleeping peacefully, curled up in a ball. She 
was a good, sweet kid, and the world's best cocksucker. He eased the car 
forward, without lights, and followed the narrow road for another hundred 
yards, then he turned around, pointing the car's nose back the way they had 
come. Switching off the engine, he got out silently through the window so 
the door light wouldn't flash. 

Hands thrust deep into pants pockets, he walked toward the river. It was 
black as hell, trees and mist, and he wandered off the road several times. 

Men were talking. He stopped and crouched, looking at the bridge. He was on 
a slight incline, looking down. The bridge was a narrow railroad 
trestle-like affair. He could see the criss-cross construction fading into 
fog. At the close end of the bridge were two cars, and someone had strung 
electric lights across the road. In this light he saw two men in heavy 
jackets, with military-looking caps, carrying shotguns. Cops. 

Pete said, "You fuckin' sons-of-bitches," under his breath, and went back to 
the car. 

Lilli awoke when he started the engine. She yawned, "Where are we, anyway?" 

"Trying' to get across the fuckin' river." 

She cozied up to him. "Go across a bridge." 

He patted her round ass. "There's so much fuzz on 'em we can't get across." 

She sat up. "Cops?" Unconsciously she grabbed at his fly. 

"Cops, cutie. Big, fat, fuckin' cops." He switched the car lights on again 
as they approached Farley and went through it. Lilli was wide awake now. She 
had him unzipped and had Putzi out, rolling it in both her hands. It was 
almost a reflex with her. Whenever she got near him she reached for his 
cock. 

With her expert treatment, the cock was hard in a minute. With a glad little 
sigh Lilli slid down and put her mouth over it. She was a compulsive 
cocksucker ... she couldn't help it, and he didn't want her cured. She was 
just right the way she was. He rubbed her ass as she sucked him. Very goddam 
nice. 

He drove very slowly through the mist, meeting no one. It was a country 
road; he wondered how far it was to the next bridge. But they'd have that 
one guarded, too, wouldn't they? If they were looking for him-of course, 
they could be looking for someone else. He wasn't the only criminal in the 
damn country. The last report he'd heard called him a sex-criminal. 

Had they got wise to the kid he'd screwed in St. Louis? 

He came to a crossroads and stopped, looking both ways. Lilli glanced up at 
him and he patted her reassuringly. She went back to the cock, sucking hard 
and squirming ... she was getting squirmy. Lilli didn't care for screwing; 
she got her rocks off when she sucked a guy to a blow. She was trying to 
blow him now. 

Which way to go? There were no signs. Man, her mouth was a whirlpool! When 
Lilli skinned a cock back and went up and down on it, things happened. She 
had the prick hard as a rifle barrel; she was trying to make it go off into 
her mouth. Her fingers were crawling under him, massaging his balls, rubbing 
his asshole. 

He stared stupidly at the road ahead. He couldn't drive the fucking car ... 
he was stiffening. All his brains, and all his feeling, were in the cock. 
That was his trouble, as he knew. When he was in the mood, just one look at 
a shapely broad and he was humpy-horny. And if the conditions were right he 
had to get into them. He was in the mood most of the time. That's what had 
happened at St. Louis only hours ago. He had been horny and had met the girl 
on a dark street; he had jumped her and raped her. Unfortunately, she had 
got a good look at him. 

Lilli didn't know about that one yet. Lilli didn't mind him fucking girls, 
but she got scared when he raped them. She didn't understand that raping a 
girl was a huge kick. 

She had him about ready to blow it. Nobody could hold back with Lilli. If 
she could get her mouth around a cock, she could make it spout. Pete braced 
his feet on the floorboards, breathing hard. His big cock seemed four feet 
long, blood engorged. Lilli was masturbating him with surging lips, and 
making little cooing sounds in her throat; she knew what was coming. 

Pete moaned. He began to jerk-and the stuff spurted. Lilli mewed-she sounded 
like a big cat licking milk in a terrible hurry. It was beginning to get 
light, and he could see her very clearly. She had hajf the prick in her 
mouth, milking the shaft of it with busy fingers, gulping down the eream and 
squirming because she was shuddering, too, in her own orgasm. 

He wanted to push her off him, to spread her lovely thighs and cram the big 
cock into her cunt. He had done that a few times, long ago when they'd first 
met, and she hadn't forgiven him yet. Lilli would fuck, if he insisted, but 
she went bananas unless he let her suck him off. That's the way it was. He 
bucked and jerked on the seat as she sopped up the stuff, giving him all the 
sensations of sensuous ecstasy with her mouth. Lilli could dish out extra 
stimulation somehow ... he had been blown by a hundred women, but no one 
made the suck scene like Lilli. 

Far down the road ahead of him came a car, yellow headlights glowing in the 
white fog. It was coming slowly. When it got closer he saw it was a pick-up 
truck. 

Lilli heard the engine, but she didn't look up. She knew he would warn her 
if necessary. He only patted her head and ran his hand around her cheek, 
feeling over her lush lips and slipping his finger into her mouth alongside 
his pecker. She licked the end of it. 

There was a kid in a pea jacket in the pick-up. He looked like a farm kid 
when he drew up alongside and stuck his head out, "You all right, mister?" 

Pete nodded, holding Lilli's head down. "Yeah." 

"I was wonderin'...." The kid looked curious. Pete said, "I'm gettin' sucked 
off." He heard Lilli giggle. 

The kid blinked, stared, gulped ... then he jerked his head inside the cab 
and the truck roared on. 

Lilli said, "Did he believe it?" 

"I dunno." Pete put the car in gear and went on, chuckling. He pushed Lilli 
back down onto the weenie. 

In an hour they passed through another burg that didn't have a bridge, and 
he began to think about holing up for the day. It was light out now, and 
there was some traffic along the side road. He had only a vague idea where 
they were. The Mississippi was over to the right somewhere. 

Lilli said, "We can sleep in the car, huh?" 

He had begun to think the same thing. Motels were likely to be notified to 
be on the lookout-if the fuzz was determined to look for him. Lilli got the 
last of the food out and they ate what they could-a couple cans of beans, 
crusts of bread with no butter, peach jam, and some bologna. She fed it to 
him as they drove. 

In the middle of the morning, they came to a wood and he pulled the car off 
the highway, making sure no other car was in sight. Following the natural 
slope of the land, he drove into the trees, then hiked back to the road and 
covered their traces. They slept the entire day. 

In the evening he picked up a news broadcast on the car radio. Pete Springer 
had been reported in Sedalia, on the way to Kansas City. Another girl had 
been raped, and the girl had definitely identified him. "That makes three 
girls," the announcer said, "raped by this sex-fiend in the space of a few 
days." 

"Three girls?" Lilli said, looking at him. Pete shrugged as the announcer 
went on, talking about the three. At the finish, Pete switched off the set. 

"They'll pick on me for every fuckin' rape in the country now." He drove the 
car back to the road and headed south again. They had Missouri plates on the 
car now, but it might be a good idea to swap once more. The theft of the 
ones they were displaying might have been reported. 

The next town was larger, Blakely. On the outskirts, Pete pulled into an 
alley and drove along slowly behind a row of tall warehouse buildings. A 
very drab, dirty district, poorly lighted. He stopped behind a row of parked 
cars, got out and felt the nearest hood. Cold. With the screwdriver, he 
relieved it of Missouri plates and took the time to put their plates on the 
car. The switch might not be noticed that way, for days. 

Then they drove to a gas station and filled the tank. Lilli freshened up in 
the girl's can. Pete did the same after noting that the gas station guy, a 
stocky, stooped man with a lined, leathery face, hardly looked at him, 
seeming to have troubles of his own. 

They stopped at a supermart and Lilli did the shopping while Pete bought 
newspapers and cigarettes. No one gave them a second glance. He also bought 
a magazine with pictures of girls' cunts and tits. When Lilli came out she 
giggled over it. 

But the bridge across the Mississippi was guard-ed. Pete said, "Shit fuck," 
with feeling. He didn't dare take a chance. 

They went on, downriver, stopping to eat, to listen to the news, hearing 
nothing much. 

Two hours before midnight they came to the curve of the river and saw the 
boats. Boats. "Hey," he said to Lilli, "lookit them fuckin' boats!" 

She said, "Them fuckin' boats won't hold this car." 

"Yeh," he sighed. But there were no cops around. 

He parked the car in a lot, left Lilli behind and walked along a gravel 
path. There were about a hundred cars and trucks parked here and there, some 
with tents, some campers, lots of them with sport boats. Lots of kids and 
some dogs. There were four wharfs or piers, one large. He walked along the 
large one, looking at the dozens of boats tied up. 

There was also a houseboat. Pete paused and looked at it, lighting a 
cigarette. It was light green, not new but well kept, with a name: the Sally 
Mae. A girl was walking along from front to stern, and she was stacked. He 
bit his lips watching her. Man, would he like to slip it to her. 

She saw him, too, he noticed. She was wearing a bikini that left very little 
to doubt. She had big tits, because most of them were hanging out. She did 
something at the stern, then walked back to the cabin, glancing at him over 
her shoulder; a trace of a smile, he thought. Maybe she liked him to stare 
at her ass. Man, he was staring at it. 

A guy came out of the cabin smoking a pipe. He was Pete's age, trim and 
blondish, wearing less than the girl. He smiled at Pete, "Howdy, neighbor." 

Pete said, "Hello. Nice boat." He moved closer. "I was admiring it." Man, 
they could get across the river in that. 

The man said, "You bring a boat down this year?" 

Pete nodded. "Yeh, but my brothers are usin' it. I feel lost without it." 

"I know whatcha mean." 

The girl came out and joined the guy, pushing her tits on his arm. She 
smiled at him and he smiled back. Pete asked, "Are you fishing?" 

The girl shook her head. "We just like to joyride." 

"We like our comfort," the guy said, "that's why we got a houseboat. You 
alone?" 

Pete glanced back, "No, m'wife's back by the car talking to some friends." 

"Well, we don't know anyone here," the guy said, "why don't you go get her 
and bring her on board and we'll have a drink?" 

"Well, that's mighty nice of you," Pete said, all smiles. "I sure will. Just 
a sec." He walked back along the pier quickly. 

The guy watched him go. "Will he do?" 

The girl said, "Yeh, I like that tall, lean look." She snickered, "But what 
if his wife won't fuck?" 

The guy sighed. "Then we'll put 'em ashore and try again." 

 CHAPTER TWO 

They couldn't lock the car, so Lilli brought along all she owned, in her 
plastic bag. They left the food behind. 

The man introduced himself and wife, "Lew and Gwen Nesbit." He was delighted 
by Lilli. She was tiny compared to Gwen, delicate and feminine where Gwen 
was lush and ripe ... although Lilli's tits were not small. 

They sat in the large cabin under a romantic lighting arrangement, facing 
the rippling river. "It's on its good behavior," Lew said. "But it's a wild, 
fucking river when it wants to be...." He paused, "Excuse the language," he 
looked at Lilli. 

Lilli giggled. "I like a wild, fucking river." 

They all laughed. Lew got out a couple of bottles and Gwen poured, bending 
over as much as possible in front of Pete. He stared at her tits, itching to 
get his hands on them. Lew sat by Lilli, puffing his pipe and nestling his 
leg on hers. She didn't pull away. Lew told some dirty jokes. 

About two hours later Pete and Gwen had moved to the forward deck where 
there was a large mat. He had her bra and pussy patch off, and she was 
caressing his cock. 

About the time he rolled on her and began to fuck her, Lilli began going 
down on Lew in the main cabin. 

Gwen was a persistent, provoking fuck ... not wild like some of the women 
he'd had, but voluptuous and caressing. She twined her legs about him, held 
him firmly and surged her ass up to meet his thrusts. Pete grinned in the 
dark like a torn cat, working his greased piston in her, enjoying the taste 
of her hungry mouth. Alongside them the deep, oily river rolled down to the 
gulf and a few night birds called out, hidden by the mists. 

Gwen orgasmed once, without stopping, without loosening her death grip on 
him. Her convulsing loins rolled and quaked as she moaned, but she wanted 
more. "Keep it comin'," she whispered. 

He took her inside finally. The night wind was cool, blowing off the wide 
river. Lew and Lilli were in one of the cabins already. He could hear 
Lilli's soft voice ... she seemed to purr when she was smoldering. He knew 
that Lew was treating her right. 

Gwen took him into the next tiny cabin and they piled naked into the bunk, 
with her on the bottom. She captured his prick and curled around it, 
impaling herself on it like a bitch in heat-which she was, "Fuck it, honey, 
fuck it...." 

Pete went off to sleep as he was fucking her. 

He woke in the morning, on his side, his cock hard as an iron skillet, with 
Gwen undulating next to him, legs about his body and the cock deep inside 
her. 

She was awake, when he opened his eyes, smiling at him with murky, brown 
eyes, reddish hair tousled. She whispered, "Good morning," squeezing his 
cock with her cunt muscles. 

When he woke he had an impression of fuckery ... he knew Putzi had been hard 
as nails for a long time. Man, had she been fucking him all night? He 
wouldn't put it past her. He knew, too, that sometime in the night he had 
blown his wad-he'd come awake enough to realize it was spurting ... and then 
drifted back into sleep, soothed by her soft caressing arms and her lovely 
undulating body. 

Pete said, "Good morning....", looking around. The sun was shining in a kind 
of golden light slanting across the river. He could see out a square port, 
part of the river and the far distant opposite bank. Outside someone was 
singing offkey and water was rocking the houseboat gently. 

He looked at her again, her feline smile, lush lips, and he realized he was 
fucking her, automatically. His loins were pumping the cock in and out, 
seeking and giving delightful friction. She was moving with him, squeezing 
his shaft and massaging it with her smoothly churning hips. He said, "You're 
some kinda woman!" 

She tittered softly, lips against his, tongue licking between his, "And 
you're some kinda man." 

It was warm and cozy in the bunk, blankets over him, a warm and sensuous 
woman embracing, caressing, and kissing him ... and continually squeezing 
his hard cock as her lustful pelvis surged against his. 

"It's morning," he said, stupidly. 

She said, "Ummmmmmm," and one of her hands was rubbing his ass. Her mouth 
closed over his again. 

It was difficult to talk with her tongue in his mouth. "Where're the 
others?" 

She said, lazily, "Prob'ly fucking...." 

He wasn't quite awake yet. He said, "Lilli don't like to screw much, she 
likes it inna mouth." 

She was rubbing his ass wickedly. "Fuck me hard...." She moved slightly, 
"Let me get under you." 

Pete rolled and she slithered, the cock jabbing deep. They ended up with her 
on the bottom, sighing, "Oh, shove it in...." 

"You don't like it much, huh?" 

She giggled in his ear. "I'm hooked on cock, honey. You got the most 
beautiful cock in the world." 

"You're a prickhound." 

"Ummmmm, that's me. Give it to me hard ... oh yeah ... ohhhhh, yeah...." 

She moaned loudly as she orgasmed. Pete pumped it to her, feeling his own 
juices flowing, jism welling ... and he heard the others stirring. He heard 
Lew's voice, then Lilli's giggle. He thought he heard a squishy sound as 
though Lilli might be attacking a pecker-and then the world blew up. 

He gushed into her. The fountain of goo only fed her fires; she convulsed, 
gasping and bucking, holding him so tightly her fingers felt like wires, her 
breath hissing in her throat. 

The juice drained out of him, and she milked what was left, scissoring him 
with supple legs, working her loins over the pulsing cock. He felt like 
Putzi had been thrust into a fucking machine that could not be turned off. 
As the jism gushed, he threshed helplessly, caught up in the orgiastic 
sensations. Her lips were hot on his mouth, her sleek arms caressed him 
tightly, crushing her breasts to his chest, and her churning hips were wild 
and sweet. 

He was conscious, yet dozing in the sex quake. He felt her tawny body 
moving, heard her breathe, the squeezing of her cunt, as though a hand 
massaged the prick. And through it all he could hear Lilli's purring close 
by. 

Lew had encircled her with a strong arm, pulling her close. His lips kissed 
her earlobe. She knew that Pete was going to fuck Gwen ... probably nothing 
could prevent it. Pete was horny for her, and the little houseboat cabin was 
musky with the subtle and befuddling essence of sex, much of which came from 
Gwen. Lilli realized that Gwen was a lighted fuse, a fermenting well of 
wanton passion. She found herself actually surprised when Gwen went outside 
on the deck with Pete. She had thought Gwen would rip her clothes off and 
pull Pete to the floor in a kind of orgiastic lechery. 

Lew was fondling her breasts, kissing her, murmuring how lovely she was ... 
and he made just the right move. He opened his pants and put her hands on 
his jutting penis. 

Lilli sighed, slipped to the floor between his legs and began to suck it 
voraciously. 

Lew was surprised and delighted. Nothing pleased him more than to have his 
pole mouthed. He had not thought this very petite and beautiful girl would 
attack him in that way. Lilli, on her part, was in raptures over his prick, 
not so large as Pete's, perhaps, but thick and spongy with a velvet head and 
hard balls at its base covered with thick curly hair. She took the entire 
prong of it into her mouth, sucking furiously as Lew writhed, jerking. She 
continued to astonish him. 

Lilli's cock attack was so very carnal and exciting that she sucked him off 
in a very few minutes. Lew was not prepared for her-and he couldn't hold 
back anyway. She drew it out of him, and the more she sucked him the more he 
realized that she was a flawless cocksucker, the best he had ever had. 

After that he had wanted to screw her, but she continued to suck his cock, 
first warm and lazy, stiffening it again, then surging her hungry mouth over 
it, tantalizing it almost beyond bearing, easing it off to bring him again 
and again to the very point of spurting ... and then at last allowing him to 
fall over the edge into the chasm of anguished relief and exquisite delight. 

And she kept sucking. 

Lew undressed her at last, kissing and making exulting love to her pouting 
nipples, managing to get his mouth over her pussy, putting her into the 
bunk. But before he could fuck her, she squirmed around and took the cock 
into her mouth again. They laid for a long time licking each other. She made 
him gush down her throat again. 

Then he drifted off to sleep with Lilli curled between his thighs sucking 
the pecker tenderly. 

She was still there in the morning; he awoke to the feel of her mouth laving 
it, nursing it, gently and lovingly cuddling and massaging his balls. When 
he awoke the cock was tremendously stiff and he knew she had been licking it 
for a long time. She began then to masturbate it with tight lips, and Lew 
gasped and gyrated frantically, unable to do anything at all but let her 
suck him off in a terrible urgency. 

And when, with flushed face and still-trembling body, he looked down at her 
sweet and apparently unspoiled face, he was almost unable to believe that 
she had sucked his cock all night long. 

And from the way she was contentedly mouthloving it, she seemed prepared to 
suck it all day, too. 

Lew sank back on the pillow, closing his eyes. He had been in bed, all night 
long, with one of the most shapely and lust-provoking girls he had ever met 
and hadn't yet fucked her. In the next cabin he could easily hear the sounds 
of carnal combat-he had heard them so many times before. Gwen was being 
soundly fucked; her moans meant she was thoroughly enjoying the pronging. 
She didn't moan that way unless she had a pumping pecker in her. Knowing 
Gwen, Lew was surprised that the pecker was still hard, after the fucking 
she must have given it the night before. This young man, Pete, must be a 
phenomenon. 

He looked down at the lovely girl mouthing him. Yes, this was really a 
couple ... Lilli was certainly a phenomenon. 

By the middle of the morning they were all up and Gwen and Lilli had scraped 
together a breakfast. In the meantime, Lew had cast off and, using the twin 
outboards, had cruised into the stream of the river and let the tide carry 
them downstream and to the far bank. He anchored a quarter of a mile out in 
an ebb of silent, still water. 

Gwen was in a bikini, and had found one for Lilli. Lew wore an almost 
equally brief pair of shorts, and tossed a pair to Pete. The four looked 
nearly naked. 

Over breakfast in the main cabin, Pete asked them, "Are you really married?" 

Gwen snickered and Lew nodded, "Yes, of course. For two years. Aren't you?" 

They were not, but Pete said they were. Lilli looked happy, he noted. She 
cuddled up to him, nuzzling him, apparently to reassure him that all was 
well. When they were alone for a moment on deck she whispered that Lew 
tasted good. He slapped her ass. 

They went for a swim and a bath in the warm water. Pete dived, finding the 
muddy bottom about fifteen down. When he came to the surface Gwen was there 
waiting for him, grinning. Her tapering legs went about his body and she 
kissed him, "Fuck me...." 

"All the time?" 

"Yes, all the time...." She had his pecker out, pulling on it, massaging it 
hard. Lew and Lilli were beside them, soaping each other. 

Lew put Lilli's back against the houseboat, where she could hang onto a hand 
rope. He pushed between her legs, and she was saying, "Don't fuck me...." 

Lew asked, "Why not?" 

"It-doesn't do anything for me." 

Pete pushed Gwen beside Lilli; her legs were about his body, pulling him 
into her, the cock slid up against her belly. She pushed it down with eager 
fingers and it went into her. 

Gwen said, "Ohhhh, Jesus!" 

Lew said, "But it does something for me." 

Pete leaned toward Lilli, kissing her quickly ... the two girls were close 
and touching. He said to her, "Would it hurt?" 

Lilli shook her head, then she sighed and her knees came up on either side 
of his body and her arms slid about his neck. Lew smiled, his hand busy in 
her crotch, fingering her, guiding his cock. Lilli closed her eyes and bit 
her lip as the prick slid into her. Lew was gentle, he took a minute to fuck 
it in all the way, holding her and nuzzling her cheek. 

Then Lilli looked at Pete and smiled. Gwen said, "I think it's in her." 

Lew chuckled, "It's in 'er as far's I can get it." Lilli said, "Ooooooo, 
that's far enough...." Laughing, Pete leaned over and kissed her. She was 
cute as hell. The water foamed about them. Gwen was purring like a big cat, 
receiving her favorite gift up cunt alley. Her bare feet rubbed his ass and 
she had a languorous smile on her pretty face, eyes hooded and sensuous. 

Gwen said, "Give it to me nice'n easy ... ummmmm, yeah, like that...." She 
nuzzled him and bit his ear. 

Lew looked at his wife, "Too bad, I think you've got her hot now." 

Gwen said languidly, "Baby, I'm always hot." 

Lew didn't answer, he was busy slamming the meat to Lilli, struggling to get 
it in and out with no place to put his dangling feet. Finally he growled, 
"Let's get the fuck up on deck...." 

Pete said, "That's a good idea...." 

Gwen held him tightly, squeezing his cock provokingly. "I d'wanna go ... 
stay here and fuck me." 

He said, "If I lay you down I can get more of it in you." Which was an 
argument she could understand. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Pete watched Lew help Lilli to the deck, only a few feet from the water, but 
a delightful sight. Lilli, naked, was goddess-proportioned, as supple and 
exciting a body as anyone could wish, providing he was alive. 

It always hardened Pete's prick to see her naked. She disappeared onto the 
deck above his head with Lew following closely, pecker waggling stiffly. He 
drew his cock from Gwen, though she moaned and grabbed at it, and turned her 
toward the rope ladder. 

As she climbed it he swatted her buttocks with his big dick, causing her to 
squeal happily. On deck, she rolled onto the foredeck mat, legs wide and 
Pete dived between them. They closed about him like an evening flower and he 
felt her guiding the cock. He thrust it feeling it sink into warmth and 
moist enfolding frenzy. She had planted her feet firmly on the mat and was 
driving her abdomen through agitated contortions, impaling herself as deeply 
as possible upon his prong. 

He signed, feeling her fucking him convulsively. Gwen caused a hot, tingling 
fire to run up and down his spine. He got his arms firmly about her, and 
they threshed, seeking friction, finding lots of it. 

After a bit he thought about the others and glanced about the deck. Lilli 
and the blondish Lew were nowhere to be seen, but in a moment he heard Lew's 
gasping moan from the cabin. Pete smiled into Gwen's hair. Lilli had 
probably sucked him off. 

He made Gwen orgasm as quickly as he could, feeding her the meat in great, 
ramming gobs. Her crazy pelvis fell into a whirlpool, bucked and heaved and 
her entire body shuddered. Looking into her face, Pete saw her eyes roll up 
as she moaned in twitching delight. The sensation she sought again and again 
was smothering her, twisting her body, searing her nerve ends. 

He said, "You sure like that...." 

"Ummmm, I'm a fucking fool," she giggled, kissing him sensuously. "You 
didn't shoot your wad." 

"No, so you could have more." 

"Oh, I love you." Her loins surged upward. "You know how to please a girl." 

"Yeh, just spread her legs." 

She licked his lips. "There's more to it than that." She curled about him, 
her breath hissing inward. "Ohhh, that cock is so wonderful ... it seems to 
get bigger the more you screw me." 

"It does." 

She giggled. "It does not." She kissed him. "Lilli is a cocksucker, isn't 
she?" 

He looked at her. "Aren't you?" 

"Well, yes ... but I like screwing more." She turned her head toward the 
cabin. "She's eating Lew, I can tell." 

"Yeh, she prob'ly is. How do you know she's eating him?" 

She smiled. "I know his sounds." She kissed him, "We knew a girl once, every 
time she'd pop her cookies she'd scream. Woke up the goddam neighborhood." 

"You fuck around with other people a lot?" 

She hesitated. "Yeah, we do." 

He didn't say anything, but continued to feed her the cock in long, surging 
strokes, nearly all the way out, and all the long way in. Her legs slid 
about him silkily. 

After a bit she said, "We belong to a swinger's club." 

"You mean a fuck club?" 

"Yeh, that's about it. It's kind of secret and restricted, though. We don't 
screw just anybody." 

"You did us-me'n Lilli." 

Gwen giggled again. "We were hot ... and anyway, you two looked great. Lilli 
is a beautiful little thing. Lew was scared stiff she wouldn't fuck." 

"How about me ... you knew I would?" 

She kissed him. "I thought if I could get my legs around you, I might be 
able to talk you into the idea." 

Pete snickered, Man, she sure could. He said, "Cutie, someday I'm gonna fuck 
you in th'ass." 

"OK, if you want." 

He kissed her and suddenly became involved in deep, crazy kissing. Gwen was 
surging her butt again. It didn't take much to fire her boilers ... 
especially when she was already humpy-horny, with a long cock in her. Jeez, 
a lot of cocks must have come before him; he had a sudden vision of a long 
line of rampant peckers, walking on their balls, firing jism into Gwen, one 
at a time. Varooom! 

She was trying to make him shoot it, and he couldn't hold back. His greased 
piston built up to feverish speed-and at the edge of the chasm he spurted 
out into space. Gasping, gulping air, he pumped his cock into her, feeling 
the glorious release as the white stuff gushed ... and he knew she was 
climaxing, too. For long, wild moments they were two frenzied, fused bodies, 
seeking the divine sensation. 

They tapered off slowly, he, still beating the meat into her with stiffening 
legs and spasmodic jerkings. Gwen held him, squeezing the pulsing cock, 
licking his ear, kissing him. Man, what a fuck! 

When he rolled off her, cock up, looking at the blue sky, a great peace 
settled down upon him. Gwen slid down and licked the withering joy pole. 
Very peaceful, indeed. 

After a long while he rose on one elbow, peering out at the gray river. It 
looked blue-gray from near the surface, running swiftly in the center of the 
stream. The far bank was only a blue haze. Gwen had all of his cock in her 
mouth, sucking it. If he let her do that very long it would get stiff again. 

He sat up and rolled her off the prick, holding her by both tits. "I'm 
hungry." 

"Lick me...." She wriggled over his legs on her back. 

"There ain't any nourishment in cunt." 

"There is, too. Let's suck off...." 

He laughed. She was really a horny bitch. He scratched her pubic bush and 
she curled around his hand, pushing her pussy at him, grinning...."Lick it 
for me...." 

"I told you, I'm hungry. Where's the fuckin' galley?" 

"If I show you, will you screw me?" 

"Maybe." 

She sighed and rose, stretching her arms out wide. Looking down at him, she 
laughed aloud and shook her lovely titties. "Do you like me?" 

"Hell, yes." He gazed up and down her magnificent body, eyes lingering on 
her round ass and her beautiful naked breasts. She was a hell of a woman, 
and all sex. 

He looked at her pussy and she came over, parted her legs and squirmed it 
against his mouth. Pete shoved his tongue up into it. She said, "Ohhhhh. 
yeah...." 

Encircling the backs of her thighs with his arms, pushing her buttocks so 
the cunt worked itself over his lips, he began to kiss it and lick it. Gwen 
said, "Ohhh, Jeez Christ, fuck me with your tongue-make me come ... Gawd, 
honey, make me come...!" 

She was squirming and bucking, actually fucking herself at his mouth. 
Opening his mouth wide, he covered the entire pussy with his lips, tonguing 
her hotly. 

He licked under her, laving her anus. Then his finger oozed itself into her. 
Gwen only sighed and jerked as he frigged her back door. She was able to 
stand about five minutes of it, then she crumpled, gasping and spasming. 
Pete held her as she fell on him, and he rolled her onto her back, still 
sucking, licking, mauling her clit as she jerked helplessly. 

She chuckled then, flat on her back, shading her eyes from the slanting 
sunlight, the brown hair strands falling over her face. "Golly, the things 
you do t' me ... didja have a good lunch?" 

"I told you, there's no nourishment in eating pussy." 

"If I put peanut butter in it, wouldja eat me again?" 

He swatted her ass. "You're insatiable. That means you don't get enough." 

"I know what the fuck it means." She examined the wet strands. "This goddam 
hair is gonna take days to dry...." She sat up, found a towel and began to 
rub it hard. 

Pete went into the cabin for cigarettes. Lew seemed to be asleep, with Lilli 
curled between his legs. She was apparently asleep, too, mouth around his 
dong. He tiptoed out. 

When it got dark, while the girls were preparing an evening meal, Lew took 
Pete to the afterdeck. "I happen to listen to the radio this afternoon." 

"You did?" 

Lew shook his head, "Don't get any ideas-. I know you're the guy they want. 
I don't give a shit ... OK?" 

Pete sighed. "Yeh, OK. Does Gwen know, too?" 

"Yes, I told her." Lew smiled. "Even if I wanted to turn you in, she'd kill 
me. She's nuts for your pecker, man. She's a girl of strong desires." 

"Yeh, I know." Pete looked at the big river where a few stumps and twigs 
were slowly drifting and turning. "What happens now?" 

"We're on a kind of vacation, me'n Gwen. We'll be on the boat another couple 
of days, and you're welcome to stay-as a matter-of-fact you'd better stay. 
The cops are going nuts, according to the radio. I don't think they'll look 
here. We're meeting some friends tomorrow. Did Gwen tell you, we belong to a 
club?" 

"The swinger's club? Yeh." He thought about the car. The cops would find it, 
of course ... unless someone else stole it. Would the cops know he, Pete 
Stringer, had been driving it? He didn't know. But Lew was probably right. 
The houseboat was a good safe hideout for the moment. They'd think about 
tomorrow when it came. 

"Yes. We'll drift down to a little place called Logan's Landing. They'll 
come out in an outboard and join us." Lew smacked his lips. "Lots of nice 
pussy. We'll have ourselves a party." 

Pete smiled, "A pussy party?" 

"Whatever you like. Do you go for cock yourself?" 

Pete shook his head, "It ain't my bag." 

Lew shrugged. "Whatever turns you on. That's our motto. If someone grabs 
your cock don't swing on him, OK?" 

"OK." 

Logan's Landing wasn't much of a place. It was in a bend of the river, 
nothing more than a shack and a rickety pier under the trees. There were 
three cars parked behind the shack and five people were standing on the 
pier, gabbing. A girl waved as they came in sight. 

"That's Denise," Gwen said, "the blonde girl with the legs, right?" 

Lew nodded, licking his lips. "That's her, all right." 

He cut the two outboards and they coasted in silence, the water slapped the 
sides of the wide boat. 

Pete slid his arm about Lilli's slender body, hugging her to him. There were 
seven people there, one of whom must be Logan ... yes, there was an older 
man in overalls. But his eyes went to the three women. One was a girl, an 
ash blonde, browner than Denise. The third girl had very dark hair, long 
strands blowing in the slight breeze. They were all very good-looking 
people. 

He saw Gwen staring, too; her eyes seemed very bright-diamond bright-and he 
knew that she had had these men before. 

"We'll just ease it to the pier," Lew said. He had a long pole, pushing and 
levering the boat. Pete saw why he hadn't used the motors, there was too 
much stuff in the inky water, branches and twigs that would foul the props. 

They were calling back and forth now. Gwen yelled at them, they yelled 
back-all very demure and sedate because of Logan. 

When the boat was against the pier they all trooped aboard and Lew waved to 
Logan, "Thanks...." It only took a moment, then he poled back into deeper 
water. In the main cabin Gwen made the introductions, and Pete could see the 
six hadn't expected him and Lilli. He looked at them separately, memorizing 
names. 

Denise, the light blonde, was a leggy, shapely girl in a blue bikini that 
hid almost nothing. Her husband, Marty Sprig, was a stocky man with coal 
black hair, and muscles, thick, cord-like muscles. He had an easy smile and 
looked Lilli over as though he might want to add her to his lunch plans. 

Tammy Pindale was unmarried, very young, as young as sixteen, he thought. 
She was a bronze beauty, with silky skin and ash blonde hair. She had been 
wearing a long coat. When she took it off, Pete saw that underneath she wore 
only a thin, flimsy peach-colored blouse that was see-through-and she wore 
no bra. Her tits were jutting and pointed. Her skirt was short enough to 
evoke gasps, and she wore nothing under it. Her companion was Wash Seeley, a 
youngster of perhaps eighteen, slim and boyish, brown-haired, worn long, and 
a G-string about his middle. 

The third couple was Vince and Cindy Jager. Cindy had very dark hair, long 
and flowing about satin shoulders. She had a beautiful hour-glass figure 
with long, tapering legs. Her large, dark eyes were innocent and trusting. 
Her husband, Vince, was husky and tall as Lew, with red hair and a nice 
grin. 

A very nice crew, he thought. Marty said, "Where's the fucking booze?" And 
Lew started the outboards. Someone switched on some music; the party was on 
its way about noon. 

Gwen, in her brief bikini, and Tammy and Marty served drinks all round. 
There was a lot of chattering and laughing; they all knew each other well, 
Pete saw. He hept quiet, sipping his drink, wondering what they knew or 
thought about him. If Lew had spotted him, any one of these people might do 
the same. 

But he relaxed. They were all out for a good time. If seriousness came, he 
would deal with it when it arrived. Marty and Cindy were sitting together, 
jabbing about something; Gwen passed cigarettes around, and he saw Vince 
reach out and squeeze one of her tits. She smiled at him. 

He said, "I'm gonna eat you, sugar." 

Gwen said, "Ohhh, I hope so." She handed out matches. "There's snacks in the 
reefer if you get hungry, everybody." 

Tammy came over and sat by him, "Hi, I'm Tammy." She had a lovely smile. 
Pete looked down the peach-colored dress and saw most of her titties. She 
rubbed one of them on his arm. "You're new in the club, huh?" 

"Well, I'm not really hi the club." Man, he wanted to fuck this lithe young 
goddess. She pushed against him more, and Pete saw that Marty and Cindy were 
dancing between the chairs, and there wasn't really room. They were shoving 
against everyone. Pete cupped both hands around Tammy's tits as she surged 
toward him, giggling. 

In the next moment, she had grabbed his cock and was squeezing it. She said, 
"Oh, dear, you've got one as big as Wash's." 

Vince yelled, "Hey, you fuckers are gonna spill the goddam drinks." He 
slapped Cidy's ass and she squealed. 

Denise said, "Oooooo, let me do that...." She raised her hand but Cindy 
giggled and hurried past her toward the two cabins, with Marty close behind. 

Pete felt his face flushing. Tammy was sitting close by him asking, "Where 
d' you live?" and he was trying to answer her. Gwen was grinning at him, and 
so was Denise. Tammy was unconcernedly rubbing and handling his 
still-clothed cock. It was very hard. 

Lew was upstairs, steering the boat, and Wash had wandered up with him. He 
and Vince were the only males left in the cabin, but Vince was paying no 
attention. Vince finished his drink then casually pulled Gwen to his lap, 
whispering to her. Gwen giggled, writhing her bottom. In the next moment she 
wriggled her shoulders as he pulled her bikini bra off. She pointed first 
one breast at his mouth, then the other as he licked the nipples daintily. 
He gloved his lips and sucked. 

Then Tammy unzipped him and pulled his naked cock out. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

That's when the party seemed to start. Tammy had the long organ out, rolling 
it in both her hands, a glad smile on her pretty face. She was a blonde 
cherub with big eyes and a lush mouth. 

Pete looked around for. Lilli then-he had thought she was just behind him. 
But she was nowhere about. Denise was staring at the naked cock with 
mesmerized eyes. She swallowed hard as she watched Tammy bend over and lick 
the end of it. Denise rose, unfastening and unzipping, and came across the 
tiny cabin toward him. Pete watched her in fascination-big luscious tits, a 
supple body, and naked as dawn. 

He was conscious that, next to them, Gwen had squirmed around and was 
straddling Vince, rolling her ass. He knew, without thinking about it, that 
Vince was in her. Vince was still sucking her tits and Gwen was breathing 
hard, fucking herself on his prong. 

Tammy slid down between his thighs and began to mouth his cock in deadly 
earnest. 

Denise was naked when she reached him, and all she did was move up, putting 
one slender, shapely leg across his body, sliding her crotch to his mouth. 
She clung to an overhead brace and rubbed her pussy against his lips. He 
tongue-fucked her in a flurry and she sighed deeply. 

Tammy was working her lips up and down over the thick throbbing cock. She 
wasn't the cocksucker that Lilli was, but she was enjoying it, loving it. 

Denise' cunt lips were swollen and her little clit was hard as an acorn; she 
was squirmy-hot, the breath hissing in and out of her. He held both round, 
satiny buttocks, thrilling to the feel of them. She was writhing shamelessly 
as Pete sucked her and laved her with the red hot tongue. Tipping back his 
head, her could see her rapturous face far above him. Her eyes were closed 
and she was pouting her lips in a slight smile, her blonde body straggling 
as her smooth shoulders moved. Her entire luscious body was moving and 
gyrating, her center of sensation was his mouth. 

Then he felt Tammy rise. His cock went cold with the air tingling it, after 
her moist, warm mouth. Her soft hand held it; he felt her straddle his lap, 
guide the penis, and then it slid into her. She had put it into herself and 
was fucking herself over it. She had a nice tight pussy. 

He put out his hand and ran it up and down her body, unable to see her. She 
was naked, having doffed the peach dress. He handled her hobbling, jiggling 
titties. She lifted his hand to her lips and kissed his fingers. 

Close to him, he heard Gwen hiss, "Oh, Gawd ... I'm gonna commmmmme...!" 
Vince chuckled. 

The chair they were sitting on was squeaking and protesting the weight and 
the hard bouncing. Vince said, "Make it a good one, sugar." 

Gwen said, "Oooooooooooo...." 

Pete wished he could watch her have one. Denise's greedy cunt was his world 
for the moment, though Tammy was fucking herself hungrily on Putzi. But the 
cunt was alive, writhing, passionate 

... it tasted like a cunt-musty and ripe; Denise's juices were flowing. She 
was jerking a little, breath coming in sharp jets. She moaned, bucking hard 
for a moment-and then he felt her come. She went into shivering convulsions 
and he held her hips tightly, feeling her hot breath upon his cheeks and 
forehead as she doubled over. She continued to moan softly, her spasms 
shaking her delicious body. 

He felt Tammy get off his prick then, probably to continue sucking it-but 
Pete suddenly lifted Denise by the butt and put her down over the cock, into 
his lap. In one swift flick he slid the cock into her. As he thrust it in 
deep with one heaving lunge, Denise fell forward, arms about him, panting 
and still writhing in her orgasm. He fucked her as hard as he could, holding 
her buttocks with both hands. Her moans changed to coooo's. She rubbed her 
titties and her body on him luxuriously. Her hands turned his face toward 
her and her mouth closed on his, tongue laving his. 

What a hot piece of tail! 

She didn't subside at all, her greedy loins were in constant motion, 
agitating his already flaming pump handle. When she stopped kissing him to 
take a breath, he saw that Gwen had turned about, still sitting on Vince's 
lap, but with her back to him. Vince's cock was in her and she was lying 
back on him, moving her hips lasciviously while he caressed her titties. 
Both of them were sprawled, eyes closed, churning languorously. 

And Pete was surprised to see the blonde Tammy sitting in front of them, 
licking both genitals sensuously. 

Denise sighed then, fluttering her lashes. She looked at Pete, so close her 
face was out of focus, eyes huge, laughing mouth red. She whispered, "What 
the fuck is your name anyhow...?" 

He said, "Pete." 

"Peter?" She giggled. "What a name for a guy like you." She sighed,, "That's 
a beautiful cock you've got, honey. I think it's up me about a yard and a 
half." 

"At least that," he said. It was very comfortable with her on his lap this 
way, jogging his putz. He could look out over the wide river-they weren't 
moving anymore. He hadn't noticed when they had stopped. They were anchored 
in a bayou, with trees all around a hundred yards distant, maybe more; the 
rolling river was off to the right. He could smell the summer fragrance of 
grass and flowers. It was so fucking peaceful. 

He heard Gwen say, lazily, "Honey, turn me over an' fuck me right...." 

Denise said, "Jesus, I almost didn't come along on this clambake-wouldn't 
that have been a crock!?" 

Vince asked, "Why not?" 

"Oh, Marty had some wild hair about going up to what's-his-name's place ... 
Potter's. You know Potter?" 

Vince said, "Guy with a little short cock?" 

"Yeh, that's him. Anyway, I hadda talk Marty into coming here." 

"What the fuck would Marty want with a guy with a little short cock?" 

Denise snickered. "Don't expect me t'know everything Marty does with that 
prick of his. You know how he is." 

Gwen said, "God dammit, turn me over an' fuck me!" 

Vince said, "Don't kick Tammy in the face, dammit." 

Tammy rolled away from them and rose, grinning. "She missed me...." Tammy 
went into the first cabin and disappeared. 

He heard someone dive into the water. Then there were voices yelping, 
splashing ... Denise looked up. "Hey, let's go swimming, huh?" 

Pete wanted to hold her, he hadn't got his gun off yet, but she rose, 
stretching like a cat, grinning at him. 

She reached down and squeezed the big prick. "Save that for me, baby, I'll 
be back." She went out to the deck. fete sat up, grunting in annoyance. He 
reached for a cigarette, frowning at Vince and Gwen. He had her on the 
nearest couch, on her back, stuffing his cock into her. Pete put the 
cigarette in his mouth, watching them. Gwen smiled at him happily and 
wiggled her fingers over Vince's back. Her face changed when the cock went 
into her. She put her feet flat on the couch, lifted her butt and began to 
sling it at him. Pete sighed. The way she had done with him ... she could 
gyrate her buttocks like nobody's business; she smiled at him as she did it. 

Pete lit the cigarette and rose, the pump handle waving and bobbing in front 
of him. 

In the first cabin he found a naked Marty on top of Tammy, fucking her hard 
and fast. Cindy was sitting beside them, rubbing his ass as he undulated. 
Cindy grinned at Pete. "How d'you like the party?" 

Pete said, "It's a motherfucker." 

He went out to the deck and leaned against the railing. They were anchored 
in a bayou, for sure. A squarish lake of deep green water surrounded by 
thick trees-Lew must have had this spot in mind for the party-with only a 
fairly narrow opening visible to the river. The houseboat was anchored in 
the center of the bayou in sunlight. But the sun was moving lower and a wide 
band of shadow was coming stealthily toward them over the quiet water. 

Lew, Denise, Wash and Lilli were in the water, splashing and yelling. Then, 
as he watched, Lew put Denise's back against the boat the way he had put 
Lilli's much earlier, and Pete knew he was getting into her. Denise squealed 
and her legs came up, knees out of the water, on either side of his body. 
Lew made the water froth. 

When Lilli saw him, she swam toward him instantly, smiling. "Are you coming 
in?" 

He showed her the cigarette. She came close and he leaned down and gave her 
a drag on it. Wash paddled up behind her. "The water's nice'n warm," he 
said. 

Pete sat on the deck, legs dangling over the side, his toes almost touching 
the surface. Lilli giggled, reached up and curled her fingers around ol' 
Putz. Wash came up behind her, holding onto the boat, his hands on either 
side of her body. Pete knew the guy was rubbing his cock on her butt. 

Pete smoked the rest of the cigarette with Lilli massaging his cock. When 
Wash grinned and began to hump, Pete knew he had the cock in Lilli and was 
fucking her. Lilli didn't seem to mind, merely holding Pete's ankles, 
slipping downjnto the water, opening her legs wide. She looked up at him and 
smiled sweetly, blowing him a kiss. Pete gave her a last drag on the butt 
then flipped it away to sizzle in the water. 

Lilli said to Wash, "Don't come in me...." 

"Why not?" Wash was holding her and pumping her ass now. 

Pete said, "She wants to blow you.". 

Wash made an "O" with his mouth and nodded. 

He wanted to get his gun off. Pete got up and walked back into the boat, 
thinking of Cindy. When he got to the cabin, Marty was really going after 
the pussy, making the bunk heave. Tammy's slim legs were waving in the air, 
pummeling his ass now and then. She looked like she might be in orgasm. 

Cindy saw him instantly, and she must have seen something in his face. She 
scrambled over the screwing couple toward him and flopped on her back, 
holding out her arms. He crawled onto her, pushed ol' Putz cock at her bush, 
rubbed it in her juice for a second, then oozed it in. 

Cindy said, "Oh, God almighty, fuck me...." 

He fucked her. She closed arms and legs about him, sucking in her breath, 
"Jeez, you're hung like a bull!" 

Cindy put her feet on the bunk, much as Gwen liked to do, and began a fluid, 
smooth up and down motion with her hips. Pete shoved in every last 
millimeter of prick, feeling her swollen cunt close about it. He joggled and 
joggled the cock in her, tangling their matted hair, rubbing her clit. Her 
hot tongue slid into his ear and tingling fire ran along his spine. "Fuck 
the shit outa me," she whispered hoarsely. 

Tammy giggled. Pete turned his head slightly, looking at her. Her wide eyes 
were staring at him, her round, cherub face smiling. They were all four so 
close they were touching, jostling each other as they screwed side by side. 

Tammy said, "I fucked you already...." 

Marty grunted, "You fucked ever' cocksucker in this here county, honey." 

She giggled again, "Not all the cocksuekers." 

Cindy said, "Let 'er alone. She's just doing her thing." 

"I'm a good piece of ass," Tammy said. She turned her head and grinned at 
Cindy. "Wash says you are, too." 

Cindy laughed, "Ever'body on this fuckin' boat is a good piece of ass, 
honey." 

Marty said, "How'd you like it in the ass, baby?" 

"Okay, if you want," Tammy tittered." 

"She's too small," Cindy protested. 

Tammy shook her head. "No I'm not." 

Marty winked at Pete. "Okay, lessee if you are." He got off her, pecker 
jutting wetly. Swiftly Tammy rolled onto her stomach and spread her thighs, 
looking back over her shoulder at Marty. He let himself down onto her 
buttocks. 

"It ain't much of a hole to shoot at," he said. 

Tammy said, "G'wan, put it in me...." 

"God, up the ol' dirt road," Cindy said. "What'll they think of next?" 

Everyone laughed. Her mouth sought Pete's and she slid her tongue into his, 
jabbing her loins at him, "You feel good...." 

Marty was grunting, rooting in her, and Tammy was squealing and writhing, 
'Jeez, take it easy...." 

He said, "You told me to hump it in, baby." 

"Yeh, but easy-not so goddam hard-yeh, like that...." 

Marty lay along her back, grinning at Pete and Cindy. "Man, that's tight 
stuff!" He worked it in and out. 

Tammy said, "Can you feel that?" 

"That squeezin'? Hell yes." Tammy said to Cindy, "Put your hand under me, 
huh?" 

Cindy giggled. "You want your coozie rubbed?" 

"Jack 'er off," Marty said. 

"Just sorta rub me," Tammy begged. She squirmed as Cindy's hand slipped 
under her belly. Cindy was in a natural position to finger the little 
blonde! Palm upward, she cupped Tammy's pussy and tickled the clit. Tammy 
writhed in ecstasy, "Oooooo, that's groovy...." 

"All's you need is a cock in your mouth," Marty said. 

Tammy looked at Pete and sighed. 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Tammy was a little sexpot, Pete realized. He had a terrific urge to screw 
her. He almost proposed swapping girls to Marty. 

But he didn't, because Cindy was working up a very large head of steam. Her 
fluid, up and down motion was slightly faster, a little more heated. Her 
eyes were closed in sex-concentration, and every now and then she would bite 
his ear and breathe, "Fuck it, fuck it...." She was trying to come. 

Pete slammed ol' Putz to her with power and finesse, rolling his hips a 
little to increase the clit friction. Cindy's lips were tight over her 
teeth, then her mouth opened and she smiled; her fingers clawed his 
shoulder; he wondered if she was clawing Tammy's cunt as well. If so, Tammy 
didn't object. 

Cindy said suddenly, "Ooooo, Gawd, here I go...!" Her ass rammed upward, 
oscillating, revolving, gyrating frantically for one wild moment, then she 
yelped, shook like a hound out of water and he knew she was creaming. 

Both Marty and Tammy were cheering her on, Tammy kissing her cheek, Marty 
squeezing her near breast, saying, "Fuck 'er, boy, fuck 'er...." 

Pete kept it coming, holding her tightly and giving her every inch of his 
dick. Putzi was swollen inside her, but he wasn't going to come. 

Cindy was tossing her head from side to side, her ass humping and churning. 
Pete got up on his elbows as high as he could so she could breathe easier, 
feeling her tits bobbling. She kept saying, "Oh, man, oh, man...." 

Tammy said, "Hey, you didn't gush." 

Pete nodded, "Yeah, I'm saving it for you." She giggled. 

Cindy said, "Man, I been royally fucked. ... I mean royally." She kissed 
him, panting and sweaty. She moaned when the heavy stem of his cock worked 
in her. She looked up at him, "Man, you are a stud." 

Pete eased himself down on her still twitching body, letting the cock soak. 
He wasn't kidding Tammy. He intended to fuck her just as soon as Marty 
loosed his load and got off her. And that wouldn't be long, because Marty 
was building up to a nice hot tempo, buggering her surgingly. Tammy was 
beginning to purr. Man, she loved it up the ass. 

Cindy kissed him cozily, "Where the fuck you been all my life?" 

"Around...." 

"Are you'n' Lilli gonna hang around here for awhile?" 

He shook his head. "We're heading north pretty soon." 

Cindy's legs tightened about him, "Ohhhh, shit...." She bit his ear and 
licked into it. "Jeez, I can still feel that horsecock a mile up me. Jazz me 
a little...." 

"You're horny." 

She snickered. "Honey, I'm alivays horny. That's why I joined this fucking 
club." 

Tammy said, "Hurry up an' come...." 

"Relax your ass," Marty told her, pumping. "Where's the goddam fire?" 

Tammy said, "I want Pete to fuck me." 

Marty grunted, reaming her hotly. 

Pete could hear the others getting out of the water, drying off, chattering. 
He heard Lilli say, "It's getting dark...." 

The boat rocked gently as they walked along the decks. Someone came in to 
the other tiny cabin, Denise giggled, a bunk squeaked and Wash's voice 
asked, "How you want it, honey?" 

Denise replied, "Get on top of me...." 

The bunk squeaked-then continued to squeak. Denise made small noises, 
kissing sounds, purring sounds. 

Lew said, "Let's lie down in the front cabin...." 

Turning his head, Pete saw Lilli go past, staring in at them, with Lew close 
behind her, his cock already jutting up. Vince said, "We drank the whole 
fuckin' bottle!" 

"There's more," Gwen replied. "Don't get your balls in an uproar." 

Marty was grunting, breathing hard and fast. Tammy looked over her shoulder 
in the gathering gloom and Pete could see the pale gleam of her teeth. She 
was about to receive a load ... and then Marty delivered. He increased his 
humping to a wicked frenzy. His breath whistled; Cindy giggled and reached 
to slap his ass. 

Tammy said, "I feel it....Ohhhhhh, yeah, it's spurting...." 

Marty swore at her, breathlessly, stiffening. He sighed deeply, moaned, and 
drooped over her back, panting. 

Tammy said, "Jesus, I think I got a quart." 

"Stop with that horseshit," Marty growled, "when a guy is shooting his wad." 

Tammy looked at Pete and winked. She was a cute little piece, all right. 
Damned cute. Her round pixie face was shining with excitement. She had a 
full load of jism up her butt-Marty was still working his cock in it. She 
looked like a schoolgirl. Hell, Pete thought, maybe she was. 

Vince came in with a bottle then, "Anybody want a drop? Good for the balls, 
for the tits...." He climbed onto the bunk, sitting practically on Marty's 
legs. 

Tammy said, "Gimme some." 

"Oh no," Vince said, "you're too fuckin' young to drink." 

Marty said, "Get the fuck offa my...." He kicked and rolled; Vince scuttled 
aside. Marty rolled off Tammy, off the bunk and tottered away to the head. 
Tammy mopped herself. 

Cindy took the proffered bottle and gurgled a long drink. "Oooo, that's 
burny----" Pete took a swig. 

Tammy said, "Young, huh? I'm not too young to suck your goddam cock." 

Vince said, "We don't want any drunk teenagers around...." He took the 
bottle from Pete. "Cocks, yes. Whisky, no. There's some soft drinks in the 
galley." 

"Go stick 'em up your ass," Tammy pouted. 

"Jesus, the thanks I get for keepin' the fucking younger generation from 
going bad...." Vince growled, had a drink, and watched Pete slide off Cindy. 
Cindy grabbed the bottle again. 

Pete pushed Tammy down flat onto her back and got on her. Tammy giggled, 
"Ohhhh, I'm gonna get fucked." 

Cindy said, "That's, what we're here for." She looked over the bottle at 
Vince and curled her fingers around his half-hard pecker. "How you doin', 
husband?" 

"I'm gettin' loaded," Vince said. 

She jazzed his cock. "You wanna fuck?" 

Vince slid off the bunk. In an aggrieved tone he said, "Honey, you're my 
wife!" 

Around them, people laughed. 

Lew's voice called, "Anyone caught screwing his wife will be fined." 

Tammy's pussy was tight-slimy-but tight. She wrapped smooth arms and legs 
about his body and rocked with him, not shoving her cunt up at him the way 
Cindy and Gwen did. She let him give it to her. 

She was very squirmy at first, however. She whispered, "Golly, you've got 
the biggest cock I ever had...." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"Huh uh, it feels wonderful." 

She felt wonderful, too, in his arms. She was supple and slender; her tits 
were very firm against his chest, rubbery almost. She seemed very small 
under him, but she was a cock-devouring female, no doubt about that. She was 
taking all he could slam into her and loving every thrust and surge. 

Pete had ol' Putz going now ... skewering her, the rigid meat blood-gorged 
and hungry for girl flesh. The bunk was rocking with a lewd rhythm; he heard 
Cindy say, "Damn, he got off me too fuckin' soon...." 

But he ignored Cindy. He knew that someone had come into the bunk with 
them-Cindy was giggling, the other person was whispering to her-but Pete was 
in the groove. He felt Tammy tighten her hold on him, breathing fast, too. 
Her breath was warm and spicy, she breathed, "Come an' get it-come an' get 
it-" 

Pete battered her crotch, his eyes glazing. He was near the dizzy edge ... 
very near, the jism was welling up, wadding up ... ol' Putz was screaming in 
delight-and then it came. Grunting, Pete rammed her in a frenzy. The stuff 
spurted in gobs-man, he'd been wanting to come for a week! Tammy was gasping 
and jerking; Cindy was laughing ... and he was shooting his wad into Tammy 
as hard and fast as he could go ... stiffening, feeling the glorious 
release. 

Someone was rubbing his ass, massaging his balls as he fucked her 
spasmodically, jerking and thrusting out of tempo. Someone was milking his 
long shaft and giggling-that felt good. Pete wanted to turn his head and see 
who it was, but he hadn't the strength. He fell onto Tammy, trembling and 
still humping. 

Tammy was saying, "Fuck it, fuck it, fuck it...." her breath going, fading 
away as she writhed in an agony of lust. 

Pete felt himself lifted, pushed, then rolled. The long hard cock came out 
of Tammy with a dull "plop," and Pete groaned. In the next instant someone's 
mouth closed over the cock-and instantly Pete knew it was Lilli. No one 
could suck a cock like Lilli. He moaned again and grinned in the dark. 
Lilli-Jesus, how sweet, how wild-how he loved her! 

He lay in the dark, twitching, and Lilli sucked him into another 
nerve-searing convulsion. She sucked it out of him; she drained him, and she 
nursed the big flabby cock long after it could stiffen again. Pete fell into 
a deep sleep for a short while, coming afterwards to the edge of sleep, 
knowing Lilli was still sucking and licking him, but yet dozing ... how 
pleasant. 

When he came awake finally, and sat up, the boat was dark as a midnight anus 
... except for a glimmer somewhere forward. He smelled perfume in the air, 
where he might expect to smell sex. Lilli was curled between his thighs. He 
eased himself up; she began sucking on his cock automatically, still asleep. 
He slid it from between her lips and she protested, mumbling, then slept 
again. 

He could see nothing outside, and hear only a tiny slap of water against the 
hull. He felt woozy, fucked out. Putzi was hanging loose and long, dangling 
against his legs. It was only a step to the main cabin, and he paused in the 
doorway. There were two candles lit, casting an unreal light. Pete stared at 
to entwined female figures on the couch, making out a feature, a familiar 
curve. It was Gwen and Tammy, curled into the classic sixty-nine position, 
and still licking. 

On the deck, curled in a like fashion, only inches below the couch, were 
Wash and Vince, also sucking mutually. Pete smiled and shook his head with a 
sigh. This was a swinging club, all right. 

He went back to the bunk and crawled in beside Lilli. She stirred, feeling 
him, reaching for the prong. He found a blanket and covered her. She nestled 
up in his crotch and began to suck his cock. 

Pete went off to sleep again. 

 CHAPTER SIX 

In the morning they all awoke late. Pete sighed, feeling Lilli at his 
crotch; he put his hand down and fondled her dark head. She had him hard and 
was licking it warm and sweet under the blanket. 

He heard Tammy yell from outside, then a splash of water and more shouts. 
Several others jumped into the water, splashing and yelling delightedly. 
Pete sat up and looked around, rubbing his eyes. Lilli peeked out from under 
a corner of the blanket grinning at him, "Lemme make you come ... huh?" 

He hugged her, kissing her cheek, "Later ... let's go take a swim." He swung 
out of the bunk as she sighed, wiping her mouth. Looking through the small 
window he could see Denise on the afterdeck, walking along, naked, titties 
waggling, talking to someone in the water. Pete licked his lips. He wanted 
to go and fuck her. She was a vision this golden morning. 

Pete helped Lilli from the bunk-she was nude also-swatting her rump as she 
squealed. She headed for the deck; and as he passed the other tiny cabin, 
Pete smiled at Cindy. She was on her back, dark strands of hair riffling her 
pretty face, legs about Wash's body as he fucked her. Pete said, "You're 
starting early." 

Cindy looked at his hard cock and reached out her hand for it. "Lookit that 
gorgeous thing!" 

He went on out following Lilli. They were all in the water, except Denise 
who sat at the aft end, splashing her feet. Marty yelled at Lilli who jumped 
in, and he swam to her immediately. It was an idyllic scene, deep blue-green 
water, fresh in the morning sun, with olive green foliage surrounding them 
on every side but one. Pete stood on the deck, his cock jutting out like a 
huge fleshy handle. 

Tammy yelled at him, waving. She was treading water a dozen yards out, her 
ash blonde hair flowing over round shoulders. With Lew tight up against her 
back, holding her about the belly, and from the look on his face, he was in 
her. 

Gwen and Vince were giggling, face to face, their hands under the water. 

Pete slid down beside Denise who was combing her long, blonde locks. She 
turned a smiling face to him, then pouted her lips for a kiss. Pete kissed 
her, then kissed her again, his hands fondling both titties. The silky feel 
of her was delightful. He felt her arm on his thigh then her fingers curled 
about his hard cock and she massaged it caressingly. 

She said, "What've you got on your mind, honey?" 

He licked her lush lips. "Fucking." 

"Mmmmmm, anybody in particular?" 

"You." 

Denise giggled. Then she laid back, full-length on the deck, and spread her 
legs, smiling at him. She was a startlingly lovely and desirable 
creature-offering herself to him. Without a single thought of the others, 
all of whom were in full sight of them, Pete slid atop her. He felt her two 
hands close about the prong, guiding it. He leaned on his elbows, kissing 
her red mouth, feeling her rub the cockhead on her pussy, feeling her satiny 
legs sliding along his hips. 

He pushed with his loins and she laughed, holding it out of the cunt groove. 
The big head of it slid along her belly. She said, "You're so fuckin' 
eager...." 

"Jesus, I'm horny for you, cutie." 

She was playing with it, "I can feel that." Her voice was low and sultry, 
her mouth was delicious, her skin warm. She pressed the big cock into the 
moist pussy gorge and held it there, legs up about his waist, rubbing 
herself on the cock but not allowing the head of it to impale her. She was 
making wonderful undulating movements, churning her cunt lips and her clit 
against his rigid meat. She was in a white heat as he could tell from the 
squishy pussy juices, and from the voracious, sensual way in which her ripe 
mouth sought his. 

He whispered, "You're jackin' off with my cock." 

Denise was panting. She giggled, then she pulled her hands from between 
them. Instantly Pete moved his loins. He pressed hard against her, moved 
down, and Putzi went into her sopping cunt. Pete thrust the cock hard and it 
went in deeply. 

Denise arched her back and said, "Ohhhhhh...." 

And then she came. With his very first thrust, Denise orgasmed. 

Pete held her about the body, fucking her furiously. 

Denise yelled loudly, jerking and writhing, gyrating her buttocks wildly. 
Several people shouted at her from the water. 

Turning his head, Pete smiled at them; they were watching Denise get her 
kicks. Her husband, Marty, was helping Lilli up to the deck. He gave Denise 
a glance as, with cock bobbing stiffly, he followed the naked Lilli into the 
first cabin. 

It took Denise long minutes to subside, panting and licking dry lips. "My 
Gawd, that grabbed me by surprise...." She kissed him. "I think it's your 
cock, honey." 

"Of course, it's my cock. What're you getting fucked with?" 

She snickered, "I mean, it's the size of it." 

Gwen climbed to the deck, yelling for Cindy. "Where the hell is Cindy?" 

Cindy answered from the cabin, "Whatchoo want?" 

Gwen said, "We gotta get these gash-hounds some breakfast." 

Cindy yelled back, "Lettum eat cock." 

Breakfast was a very simple affair, cereal and coffee for the most part. Lew 
fired up the two outboards and moved the boat slowly out into the river 
channel. Gwen went from one end of the boat to the other, "Bras on, 
girls-guys, keep your cocks out of sight ... we don't want some shithead 
investigating us." 

"Why can't we stay here?" 

Gwen shook her head, "Lew says it's best to keep moving." 

Pete agreed with that. Someone might have spotted them in the bayou, seen 
what was going on, and gone for help. It was possible that they could have 
been raided, a half-dozen hard cocks raping everything in sight. Some of 
them had been sex-moaning loudly, and sound travels over water. 

They finished breakfast and lingered over coffee, watching the river. There 
was some traffic, a few barges and boats, some fishermen drifting, a few 
people waved and they waved back. 

Pete went up with Lew. The big blondish man sat at the wheel smoking his 
pipe, looking very satisfied. He grinned at Pete, "Getting enough, 
neighbor?" 

"You got a crazy sex club," Pete said. "D'you get together often?" 

"Yeah, couple times a month. We've got a half dozen members that didn't 
show. The houseboat'll only take so many, of course." 

"Where're you heading?" 

Lew pointed with his pipe. "Tammy's boyfriend will meet us about six miles 
upriver." 

"Isn't Wash her boyfriend?" 

Lew laughed. "Sure. So is anybody with a cock." He glanced toward the stairs 
and lowered his voice. "She's about the wildest sexpot in the club. But 
she's getting married in a day or so. This guy we're meeting is her 
husband-to-be." 

Pete blinked. Tammy married! Man! "Does this guy know what she is-I mean, 
does he know about the club?" 

"Hell, no." Lew shook his head. "He thinks she's the sweetest thing this 
side of Guy Lombardo. Tammy says she's marrying him because he's a fucking 
fool and she loves him. We're going to the wedding, but it's Tammy's job to 
tell her own husband what she wants him to know. You dig?" He looked hard at 
Pete. 

"Yeh," Pete said. "I won't give her away." 

Lew nodded. "You better go grab a last screw from her then." We're gonna 
have to be on our good behavior in about an hour." 

When he went back to the main cabin, Pete found Tammy on the couch with 
Vince fucking her. Marty was waiting beside them. Wash was having a 
cigarette with Cindy, waiting his turn. They all knew where the boat was 
heading. 

Tammy blew him a kiss; she was bright-eyed and having the time of her life, 
the center of male attention. Pete smiled at her and took another cup of 
coffee from Gwen. 

Gwen said, "I hate t'see her married. What if she makes a mistake?" 

Denise said, "What d'you mean?" 

"If this guy she marries is a stinker, there goes one of the sweetest 
natural sexpots in the country." 

Pete asked, "Do you know him?" 

"We've seen him," Denise said. "He's a tall, good-looking kid. Tammy says 
he's got a nice cock----" She turned her head as Tammy giggled loudly. Vince 
had shot his load and was rolling off. She watched her husband, Marty, get 
on the girl. 

Gwen said, "I'm gettin! horny." She stared at Marty's pumping ass. Pete 
moved out of her reach; Gwen saw the movement and snickered, reaching at his 
cock anyway. Then she looked at Denise. "How 'bout you an' me, honey?" 

"Yeah." Denise licked her lips and went into the small cabin at once, 
turning at the door and waggling her luscious tits at them. "Come on, before 
I change my mind...." 

Pete lit a cigarette, watching Marty screw the lithe blonde. Marty was going 
after it like killing snakes, no finesse, just humpy, carnal fucking, the 
sinewy muscles on his back standing out. Wash, naked as sin, was sitting by 
the door with Cindy; the two of them were chattering, and she was fondling 
his hard cock and keeping it hard. 

Hearing a squeal, Pete moved back and looked into the cabin. Denise and 
Gwen, naked and writhing, were attacking each other with their mouths. He 
had seen two women suck each other off many times, but this was a 
particularly hungry affair ... these two were doing it because they wanted 
to, not because they were being paid to. They were on their sides, both 
heads buried in supple crotches, sucking and lapping hotly. It made him 
horny just to watch it. 

He looked back in the main cabin. Marty had booted it and had rolled off, 
sighing and panting. Wash was spreading Tammy's shapely thighs. 

Cindy had moved out to the rear deck. Pete saw her smile and drop to her 
knees. He moved to the doorway. Lilli was stretched out there, nude, sunning 
herself. Cindy's finger made swirls and lines on Lilli's belly as they 
talked in low tones. Pete watched the finger trace patterns on both breasts 
then move down over the belly again and tickle Lilli's cunt. Lilli giggled 
and her legs opened. 

Marty was talking to Tammy as Wash fucked her...."You're going to get this 
guy to come join us, aren't you?" 

"If he wants to," Tammy said. "He's pretty goddam innocent." 

Marty said, "We'll teach him how to fuck." 

Tammy giggled. "You don't hafta. He can do that okay. But what we do in the 
club would shock him ... you know, right now." 

Vince sat up, staring at Wash's pumping fanny. "What the fuck you wanna 
marry this guy for...?" 

Tammy said, "I told you. I love him, that's why." 

"Let 'er alone," Wash said. 

"Shut up, kid," Vince said, "or I'll shove it up your ass." 

Wash looked over his shoulder, grinning. "Go ahead...." 

Vince sighed, feeling his limp cock. "Yeh, later." 

Marty slapped Wash's ass, "Hurry up. Pete's pecker is hard-there isn't much 
time left." 

Tammy craned her neck, then beckoned to Pete, smiling. She reached out her 
hand to curl her fingers around Putzi as he came near. Pete knelt by her 
head and she licked the knob of it. He pushed slightly and the cock slid 
into her mouth. Wash, humping faster, turned his head, watching her suck on 
it for a moment, then put his face into her soft neck, concentrating on 
cunt. 

From his position, Pete could see the two girls on the afterdeck. Cindy had 
leaned down and was quietly licking between Lilli's legs. 

Pete fucked the cock gently between Tammy's lips. What a lovely young thing 
she was ... he remembered how Marty had reamed her ass. That's what he'd do 
when Wash got his wad off, he'd fuck Tammy in the butt. He had a hanker to 
butt-fuck a girl now and then. 

Wash was taking a long time on her. 

Pete watched Cindy lick Lilli's pussy. Lilli enjoyed that, he knew. It 
didn't fire her boilers like sucking a guy off did, but she could get 
excited by a good tonguing. Her beautiful lissome body was writhing slightly 
under Cindy's warm and lazy licking. 

His cock in her mouth felt good. Tammy was squeezing it and licking it-she 
was in a voracious state, on a sex-trip, with all the cock she was getting. 
Wash was pumping his dick in, with long, deep strokes that must be 
tantalizing her tender flesh. 

Vince and Marty had been talking softly, heads together. Pete looked round 
at them-they were sitting on the floor-and he was not enormously surprised 
to see Vince handling Marty's pecker. Marty reached out after a moment and 
squeezed Vince's prong, rolling it in his hand, pulling on it. He recalled 
what Lew had said ... not to get uptight if one of the guys wanted to use 
his ass. 

He wished Wash would shoot his load and let him turn Tammy over and stuff it 
up her ass. Ol' Putzi was hard as nails and eager for pussyland. But Wash 
was still working his cock, and Tammy was practically purring under the 
treatment, and sucking hard. 

Pete knew he couldn't last. He also knew he couldn't yank Wash off her ... 
that was against club rules. They might toss him off the boat for it. 

Tammy looked up at him, smiling around the prick. She pushed it to one side, 
"Are you gonna come?" 

Pete nodded his head, beginning to stiffen. Hell, yeh, he was gonna come. He 
stared with hard eyes at Cindy, sprawled now beside the writhing Lilli, her 
dark head buried in Lilli's crotch, bobbing, moving, feasting. Lilli's hand 
trailed over Cindy's shapely thigh and moved slowly into Cindy's bush. The 
hand began a subtle provoking stimulation.... 

He shuddered and the jism welled to the surface, spurting into Tammy's 
greedy mouth. Pete hung over her, jaw slack, eyes glazing, fucking it, 
trying not to jerk it from "Between her lips. The sensations were washing 
over him. He saw her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard, then filling out. 
She could only take the big knob of the cock. Her lips held it tightly, 
fingers milking the shaft. The jism fountained, filling her mouth faster 
than she could gulp it down, welling up whitely about the prick and 
dribbling down the side of her chin. 

The cabin smelled of sex. His eyes were glassy, and he barely noted that 
Wash was shooting his wad ... pumping frantically, panting, making the couch 
bounce. 

Tammy sucked it all up, red tongue licking out for the overflow, her finger 
helping. She sopped up the dribbles, licked her fingers and sucked the cock 
hard as she milked it into her mouth. She smacked her lips over it. 

She was writhing, jerking, too, and Pete realized that she was orgasming, 
had been orgasming. His prick slid out of her mouth, leaving a smear of 
milky spend across her cheek. Tammy opened heavy eyes, nerveless fingers 
tried to stuff the cock back between pouting lips. Pete moved his trembling 
body to make it easier. 

He crumpled, still in the throes of the spasms, hearing her moans of delight 
and lust-feeling sucked out. From the cabin came a series of feline moans 
and a sheer animal cry.... 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The two outboards cut down power, then stopped altogether. The houseboat 
drifted in still water a hundred yards from the west bank of the river. Lew 
came down into the cabin. 

"We'll be there in ten minutes." 

He had to take charge, uncoupling them, telling them to wash and get 
dressed. Vince and Marty argued with him, they were in the second cabin, 
curled together, sucking each other ... but Lew prevailed. It took him 
fifteen minutes to get them pulled apart and listening. Tammy was the worst; 
she was in a sex spin wanting more, humpy as a goat, wanting to 
fuck...."C'mon, Lew, gimme a screwing...." 

Lew told off Gwen and Wash and set them bathing her and dressing her. And 
slowly they all complied, surfacing from the sex-trip. 

They all bathed and dressed, and in a half hour were almost sedate and 
demure, presentable to anyone. Pete could hardly believe they were the same 
fuck-happy bunch. 

Tammy, in a pants suit, hair combed and the smell of jism off her, was 
composed and calm. When Lew pulled the houseboat up to the wharf and tied 
off, Gordie was waiting. 

Her husband-to-be was tall and not bad-looking, a rather bashful lad, 
perhaps twenty years old, named Gordie Bush. 

Out of the corner of her mouth, Gwen said, "Tammy says he's got a nice 
cock...." 

It was a social hour, polite and smiling, then Gordie took Tammy with him in 
his car and they all trooped back to the boat. 

Marty said, "God, I hate to see Tammy married...." 

Vince broke out the booze, "Drink up, sweethearts, who wants to screw?" 

The ride back to Logan's Landing was another debauch, and they arrived after 
dark, tired and fucked out. Everyone left as they had come, with much 
kissing and furtive feeling ... Cindy squeezed Pete's cock, "See you in a 
couple of days, darling-" 

And so it was arranged. They would all meet at the home of Jody and Shirley 
Shear; Jody was a J.P., and would marry the happy couple. The Shears were 
also members of the club. Tammy's parents were both dead, and she lived with 
an aunt who could not attend the wedding; Gordie's parents were hundreds of 
miles distant and were not expected to come to the affair. 

And in the meantime, the Nesbits, Gwen and Lew, continued their vacation in 
the company of Lilli and Pete on the houseboat. 

Pete listened to the radio constantly and found only one reference to 
himself. The rapist sought by the cops was thought to be moving south. They 
bought newspapers, and only occasionally was there a reference. 

Lew was sucked off so much he became pale. 

Jody and Shirley lived in a rather large frame house set back from the 
county road about a hundred yards, behind an orchard. Marty and Denise had 
driven down to the landing to meet them and drove them to the farm. Logan 
would look after the houseboat while they were gone. 

Denise said, "Weddings always make me horny!" 

Marty agreed, "Anything makes you horny, darling." He winked at Pete, "She 
jacks off when she smells fresh bread." 

Denise giggled, "Oh, I do not...." 

"It's going to be hard," Lew said, "not to grab...." 

"Don't say 'hard,' " Gwen protested, "it gives me ideas...."...." Not to 
grab the women," Lew finished. "I talked to Tammy from Logan's phone, and 
promised her we'd all behave. We don't want to spoil the wedding for her." 

Marty said, "I hope I get a chance to fuck her before the ceremony." 

Denise said, "You could always give her a little bag of jism to take along 
on her honeymoon." 

Gwen clucked her tongue, "Stop that kinda talk ... think pure thoughts." 

"Weddings make me horny," Denise said, "I can't help it." 

Marty said, "That's as pure as she gets." 

The others were all there when they arrived. Cindy was in the bedroom with 
Tammy, helping her with last-minute adjustments on her wedding gown. 

Jody, a short, bald man, went around shaking hands, kissing hands and 
cheeks, and was delighted with the lovely Lilli. "My dear, you're a 
dream...!" 

"She's the one I told you about," Vince said. 

Jody licked his lips, staring at her tits. "Oh, yeah?" He kissed Lilli's 
hand again, "We'll have to get together, honey." 

Lilli smiled at him demurely, wondering what kind of a cock he had. 

Jody said, "Come in, the drinks are on the bar, come on, come on ... it's a 
festive day and the groom-to-be is nervous. Which is as it should be." 

Gordie was sitting at the bar. They crowded around him, slapping his back, 
telling him what a beautiful bride he had; and Gordie beamed with pleasure, 
his eyes misted over at such wonderful friends. 

Marty, Jody, Pete, Wash, Vince and Lew drew straws furtively. Marty won the 
short one and dis appeared. 

They fed Gordie drinks, his face was flushed already. He told them over and 
over again how much he loved Tammy, what a wonderful girl she was, where 
they would go on their honeymoon, where they would live afterward, and 
answered a hundred questions, everything they could think of to keep him 
interested and the center of attention. 

They were in the living room, a comfortable, square room with light green 
wallpaper and pale yellow draperies. The bar was at one end of the room, the 
fireplace at the other. There were two facing couches near the fireplace and 
several large easy chairs. Denise took Lew aside, rubbing his fly, "I'm so 
fucking horny...." 

Lew took her into the den and laid her on the couch. 

Marty returned then, smiling in satisfaction, and nodded to Pete who was 
next. "She's hot as hell," he said under his breath. 

Pete slipped away into the bedroom. Shirley was there, a young redhead, 
several years younger than Jody. Cindy and Gwen were snickering with a very 
excited Tammy who was half naked. The white wedding gown was hung by the 
window. They introduced him to Shirley, but Tammy ran across the room and 
flung herself into his arms. Her legs went up about him and she rubbed her 
pussy on him, her cherub face laughing. 

"Isn't it exciting ...!" She grabbed at his cock, "Lay me on the bed . ... " 

Shirley said, "She's flying about seven feet up-we can't keep her down." 

"Marty kept her down," Cindy said, giggling. 

Tammy pouted, "Stop talking about me as though I weren't here." She pressed 
herself to Pete, unzipping him deftly. "I can't help it if I'm excited and 
hot. Jesus, it's my fucking wedding day." 

"Fucking is right," Gwen agreed. 

Shirley came over where she could see the prick, looking at it in 
admiration. Her eyes were large. Pete reached out and pinched one of her 
tits and she squealed but didn't move away. 

Tammy was pulling at him; she wanted him on the bed, and he had eyes for 
Shirley. But he climbed onto the bed. Tammy's slim legs went wide. He slid 
between them and they closed about him. Gwen jumped on the bed beside them 
and Cindy squealed, jumping on the other side, her hand snaking under his 
rump. Pete felt her busy fingers roving over his ass and balls. 

Tammy was humping and writhing, wet in the crotch because Marty had just 
fucked her. She hissed, "Get it in, get it in me." 

Cindy was stuffing his cock into Tammy and he thrust it, impaling, her as 
she yelped in pleasure and her knees came up. Gwen had opened her blouse, 
and when Pete turned his head she crushed her breasts to him. He sucked 
them, fucking Tammy hotly. 

Shirley had also bared her breasts, beautiful red-nippled mounds of pink 
flesh, shaking like heavy jelly. She knelt by Tammy's golden head and he 
licked out at them. Then he sucked all four tits, going from one to the next 
while they tittered and waggled them lewdly. 

But Tammy pulled his head down, seeking his mouth, kissing him sensuously 
and fucking back like a maddened thing. The bed was squeaking as they 
threshed furiously. 

In the middle of the screw there was a knock at the door. Shirley and Gwen 
stared at each other, then Shirley slipped off the bed-it wasn't the 
agreed-upon knock. 

"Who is it?" 

The voice slurred, "It's me, Gordie...." 

Shirley said, "Gordie!" She stared at the fucking couple on the bed. 

"I wanna see Tammy one las' time 'fore we're married...." 

"That's Gordie," Tammy whispered, her eyes round. 

"They won't let 'im in," Pete said. 

"He prob'ly wants to fuck me." 

Shirley said loudly, "It's bad luck to see the bride just before the 
wedding, don't you know that?" 

Gwen came back to the bed, giggling, "Especially when the bride is getting 
screwed." 

Tammy whispered, "I haven't let him fuck me for two days...." 

"Aw ri'...." Gordie said. 

Shirley came back to the bed, titties wobbling; she sighed, "He went away 
... the poor kid is prob'ly horny." 

"He fucks up a storm," Tammy said, "once he gets going. He's awful goddam 
shy." 

"Where do you do it?" Gwen asked. 

Tammy snickered, "Mostly on my aunt's side porch." 

There was another knock on the door, the right knock. Gwen let Wash in and 
he smiled at all the bare titties. Then he frowned at Pete's bare, pumpng 
ass. 

"The guys are getting anxious...." 

Tammy grinned at him, "I wanna fuck er'body. Hi, Wash." 

"Hi, baby." Wash smiled at her, looking down. Gwen opened his fly and 
flipped out the long, Hard tool, rolling it in her two hands. 

Pete knew he wasn't going to shoot it quickly. He looked at Shirley and she 
smiled suddenly, kneeling in front of them. Pete reached out his Hand, 
sliding it up under her short skirt. She continued to smile, then bit her 
lower lip as he closed His fingers about her naked cunt. He slid his midfile 
finger into her and she writhed. She was wet find ready. Pete glanced back 
at Wash and jerked his head to come on. 

He pulled his cock out of Tammy, long, hard, wet and pulsating. Tammy cried 
out, "Jeez, what're you doing" 

He slid off her, and as though it had been planned in advance, Shirley 
rolled over onto her back beside Tammy. Pete got between her thighs as Wash 
got on Tammy. Tammy said, "Hurry up!" 

Shirley grabbed his cock and guided it. The blood-gorged weapon oozed into 
her body warmly; she suddenly thrust upward, skewering herself, then her 
legs slid about him tightly and pulled his ass hard. The cock buried itself 
to the hair. Shirley made chuckling sounds in her throat and her ass was 
working in a frigging rhythm. She sighed, "Ohhhh, that's what I need...." 

In the living room Gordie was getting high. Denise came out of the den, 
smoothing her dress. Vince pinched her ass and said, "Keep him entertained, 
honey ... a couple more minutes." 

She kissed him slyly. "Can I blow him?" 

He said, "Cut that stuff out." 

Denise sat in front of Gordie and listened to his ramblings. She saw Wash 
come out of the bedroom and saw Vince go in. Over Gordie's shoulder she saw 
Jody take Lilli into the den. 

In ten minutes Vince came out of the bedroom with Gwen. Lew went in. Gordie 
wanted to know how his bride was. 

Vince said she was just great. 

Gwen wanted to know where Jody was, "He's next." 

"He's with Lilli," Denise said, smiling at Gordie. 

"Gawd, then he's through," Gwen said. 

"Whatcha mean?" Gordie asked, blearily. 

Gwen smiled and patted his cheek. "The wedding is going to start any 
minute," she said. 

Gordie got to his feet shakily. "I better tell Tammy...." 

They grabbed him. 

Pete had his cock caught in a real fleshpot. Shirley had a way of screwing 
that seemed to sandpaper a prick. They fucked surgingly as Wash shot his wad 
and Vince took his place on the slithering Tammy. Then Vince blew it and Lew 
came in. 

He looked at Pete, "I wondered where you were...." 

Pete said, "I got caught in a fucking machine." Shirley giggled. 

Tammy's eyes were glassy with lust, "You mean me...?" 

"She's sexed to the eyeballs," Cindy said, kissing her. "Yeh, we mean you, 
honey. You're a real sexpot." 

Tammy snickered, looking at the half-naked Lew who approached the bed with 
his pecker jutting out. Then she rolled over, squirmy as an eel and grinned 
over her shapely shoulder at him. 

Lew slapped her ass. "That where you want it?" Tammy nodded. 

Lew got on her and worked his cock into her ass. Tammy put her blonde head 
on the pillow, closing her eyes, smiling. 

Shirley breathed in Pete's ear, "Pull it way out, and shove it all the way 
in----Ooooo yeh, like that...." She licked his face. Then, "I'm-gonna 

-come-" 

In another moment she erupted. Arms and legs tightened about him, she was 
heaving and jerking, and the friction was so intense it drove him over the 
chasm. 

For long moments he was unable to think or feel anything but the crazy wild 
cunt under him, the sinuous body and the silky legs that locked about him. 
Shirley squeezed the jism out, kissing his face hotly as he spurted, and as 
he began to subside he heard Lew shoot his load. 

In the midst of the bed-bouncing, the pantings and sighing, Cindy said, 
"Jeez, at last. Now can we get this fucking wedding on the road?" 

 CHAPTER EIGHT 

It took a while to get them sorted out and redressed. Lew washed his hands 
and face, and helped Pete and Cindy carry a glazed-eyed Tammy to the shower 
and put her under. 

Tammy's engine was still hot and running. She giggled and grabbed at cocks, 
"Put me on the bed, god dammit ... Wanna get fucked ... somebody fuck 
me...." 

"Shut up, you little cockhound," Cindy growled. 

Lew combed his blond hair, straightened himself and went back to the others. 

"Head off Jody if you can," Pete told him. Jody was due to scrag Tammy next. 

Shirley had to get into the shower with Tammy, to hold her under the cold 
water. Tammy wriggled, giggled and made very obscene ass motions, throwing 
kisses to Pete. 

"She's all worked up," Cindy said, shaking her head. She had to get into the 
shower also, because Tammy was trying to frig Shirley ... and Shirley was 
enjoying it. 

Pete sat on the crapper and waited for them to wash the little blonde. The 
cold water calmed all of them, Tammy screamed and yelped, even though they 
tried to keep her quiet, but finally the ordeal was over. The worst part was 
when Cindy washed out Tammy's cunt-Tammy almost came then. 

Pete put a towel about her, letting the two girls dry her for fear that his 
male hands might stimulate her again. But Tammy seemed subdued, though she 
grinned at him. "It was fun, huh?" 

They worked on her hair, powdered her and began to dress her. Cindy said, 
"It'll be about a lalf hour...." 

Pete nodded and went to the door. Shirley folowed him, nearly naked, 
dewy-eyed and shoving her tits out. She took his hand, "You're sticking 
around, aren't you?" 

She had a sexy look in her eyes, he thought. Her we nipples were hard, and 
he rubbed them ightly, making her writhe. She rubbed his hand an her belly. 
He said, "I'd like to...." 

"We've got a lot of unfinished business." Pete smiled at her. Shirley was 
pretty, and almost as young as Tammy. When she rubbed his hand against her 
pubic hair it made ol' Putzi stir. "You're gonna gimme a hard on." 

She grinned, lifted her chin and kissed him hungrily. "That's what I 
want...." 

He pinched her pussy lightly, kissed her. "You're gonna get it, cutie." He 
went out. 

They were all in the living room, mostly clustered about the bar. Gordie was 
drunk ... not sloppy, but bleary-eyed drunk, and very happy. Everyone was 
telling him, and had been telling im, what a wonderful girl Tammy was. 
"Everybody loves her," Lew said, "She's a sweet, unselfish girl. Right?" 

"Oh, hell, yeh," Marty said. He rolled his eyes. "Sheesh lovely," Gordie 
said, "an' I love 'en" Pete didn't see Jody. Lew had signaled that it as 
okay as soon as Pete had entered, but he didn't see the short, bald guy. 
Then Lew pointed to the men. 

Pete looked around the door. Jody was sprawled on the couch, legs wide, 
panting, red-faced an heavy-eyed. Lilli was sitting in front of him, an from 
the smell in the room, she had blown him off several times. 

Denise came up behind him and looked over hi: shoulder. "Jeez, weddings make 
me horny," she snickered. 

Pete reached under her short skirt and cuppid her pussy, squeezing it. 
Denise wriggled and sucked in her breath. "Ohhhhhh, darling, you love 
me...." She had a drink in her hand, and her jiggling spilled some of it. 

Pete took the glass from her and gulped the whisky. She was goosing herself 
on his fingers shamelessly. Marty noticed and came over to stand between 
them and Gordie. 

Marty said, "Don't be so fuckin' obvious Denise...." 

"Oh, that kid is so drunk he don't know his ass from a birdbath." 

Pete tried to take his fingers out of her, but she grabbed his wrist. 
"Honey-I'm horny!" 

Marty sighed, "Take 'er in the den and fuck he-but don't muss her hair." 

Pete shook his head, "There isn't time." He pointed to Cindy at the bedroom 
door. The dark girl was making motions. 

Denise said, "Ohhh, shit!" 

Cindy called, "A coupla minutes...." 

Someone began to sing, "Here comes the bride...." Lew came across the room, 
"Jody ... get Jody out of there. He's got to read the fuckin' service." Gwen 
went past him into the den. 

Pulling his fingers out of the pussy, Pete followed Gwen. Lilli might not 
want to stop. Jody saw them coming, and smiled weakly. "Man," he said, "I 
came twice and I think I'm gonna make it again...." He fondled Lilli's dark 
head; she was sucking him voraciously. 

Gwen got down beside the slender Lilli, speaking to her softly, "It's time, 
darling. It's time," She slid her fingers around Jody's cock and gently 
pulled it out of Lilli's mouth. Lilli whimpered, trying to recapture it 
between lush lips. 

"Please...." 

Gwen petted her, curling the pecker away; Jody writhed and sat up. Gwen 
said, "The wedding's about ready to start, darling. We have to go now...." 
She motioned, and Pete helped Jody up. Jody staggered, breathing hard. 

They sat Lilli on the couch, and Pete got her a drink, sitting beside her, 
kissing her cheek. Lilli drank, staring at him with big eyes, then she 
smiled, "Hi, honey...." 

Pete nodded. "She's okay," he told Gwen. He kissed Lilli again and 
intercepted her hand as it crawled across his leg toward his pecker. "We're 
going to have the wedding now," he told her. 

Lew and Marty got Jody dressed and presentable. Someone found his Bible and 
pressed it into his hand. They got him to the front of the room where there 
were several baskets of flowers. 

Vince and Wash took Gordie into the kitchen and bathed his hands and flushed 
face. Cindy signalled that all was ready. 

Jody said, "Who's gonna stand with the bride?" 

"Cindy is," Lew said. "I'll stand with the groom." 

Denise said, "Weddings always make me horny...." 

Jody winked at her. "All right, bring in the fuckin' groom." 

Vince and Wash, with Gordie between them trying to walk straight, trying to 
focus his bleary eyes, came from the kitchen and took up position as Jody 
pointed it out. The two held Gordie up. Pete saw that Shirley had come out 
of the bedroom, dressed now, and was fiddling with a phonograph. In a 
second, the strains of the traditional bridal march wafted through the room 
softly. 

Jody cleared his throat and nodded. 

Tammy came from the bedroom, dressed in a short white, filmy gown, with a 
lovely, lacy headdress that had tiny pink roses worked into it. She looked 
like a dream. 

Gwen sighed, and Denise cooed at the sight of her, Pete stared at her sheer 
beauty. Her slim shapely legs were perfection. Her slim luscious figure, 
sweetly curved, was breathtaking; her lush bosom moved slightly as she 
walked and he knew she had no bra on under the dress. And she had a sweet 
smile on her pretty cherub face. 

Behind her, Cindy walked slowly, a beautiful girl, but all eyes were on 
Tammy. This was Tammy's moment. Even Gordie seemed to straighten. They were 
all silent and motionless as Tammy came across the room and took her place 
beside Gordie. 

Pete looked at Jody then, as they all relaxed, sighing. Jody had a big hard 
on pushing his pants out. 

The music faded, and Shirley shut it off. Jody cleared this throat, smiling 
at them, licking his kips. He said a few chosen words of greeting, telling 
them all in what esteem they held Tammy, "We have all loved her. She is a 
lovely and loving girl...." 

Pete was standing beside Lilli, where he could see Denise as she backed 
softly into Vince. They were all standing behind Gordie and Tammy. Pete 
watched fascinated as Denise's slender hands moved sinously behind her and 
grasped Vince's fly. Smilling, Vince slid his hands to her hips and gently 
pulled her ass to him. Denise slowly and gently unzipped his fly. 

Gwen was watching, too. She was grinning at Vince's long cock flipped out 
and pushed at Denise. He spread her ass cheeks as she lifted the mini skirt, 
and pressed the cock to her. He began to make coital movements and Denise 
fluttered her lashes. 

Jody spoke the simple, moving words of the wedding ceremony, knowing that 
Tammy's wide eyes were fastened on the bulge in his pants-only a few feet 
from her. 

Watching Vince, Pete slid his hand across Lilli's firm thigh, under her 
skirt, and curled his fingers about her coozie. She sighed and pressed 
closer, parting her legs. His finger oozed into her wet orifice. 

On the other side of the undulating Vince, Wash turned his body slightly and 
reached his hand under Gwen's skirt. She bumped her loins as he grasped a 
handful of cunt. 

Standing just behind Lew, who stood at Gordie's elbow, Shirley saw the 
furtive acts, and felt the sex-excitement. She slid her hand over Lew's ass. 
Marty took a swift step, pushing his cock at her buttocks, reached around 
her, under the skirt, and began to diddle her lecherously. Shirley gasped 
and fell back against him. 

All of this, though concealed from Gordie and Tammy, was in full sight of 
Jody whose erection was increased. He hurried through the ceremony lest the 
drunk Gordie notice it. 

At last Jody said, " ... I pronounce you-man and wife." 

He closed the book with a snap, and stepped forward to kiss the bride ... 
pushing past a baffled Gordie. As Jody kissed her, Tammy pinched his cock. 

Cindy kissed Gordie, embracing him, pressing her luscious body to him in her 
excitement. Jody rubbed her ass hotly. 

Then Gordie fainted. 

He crumpled to the floor, a look of sheer bliss on his ruddy features, his 
mouth slack. Tammy looked around at him, gave a strange little cry and knelt 
to gather up his head. "What's happened to him...?" 

"Get some water," Lew said. "I think he's fainted." He knelt by Tammy and 
patted Gordie's cheeks. "Yeh, the poor sucker has fainted." 

Jody crouched behind Tammy, "Careful with him----" He shoved up against 
Tammy's ass, lifting the white dress. Tammy giggled at him. Marty brought 
water from the bar, handing it to Lew who dashed some in Gordie's face, then 
rubbed his neck with it. 

"Oh, my poor darling," Tammy said, kissing him, "Are you all right?" Gordie 
looked at her with glassy eyes. 

Tammy kissed him again, "It's me, Tammy ... are you all right?" Gordie 
groaned. 

Jody had his cock out, shoving it up between Tammy's ass cleavage. She 
wriggled her butt. Jody reached around her, between her legs, and guided the 
prong. 

Lew said, "We'd better carry him into the bedroom. He's out like a busted 
bulb." 

"Don't hurt him," Tammy said. She remained on her knees. Jody was humped up 
behind her, holding her about the waist, fucking her in the ass. 

Denise said, "Jeez, you're s'posed to kiss the bride...." She bent over a 
chair with Vince pumping into her from behind, grinning. 

Tammy said, "I didn't even get to kiss him." She bit her lips as Lew and 
Marty lifted Gordie and lugged him away to the bedroom. He was a dead 
weight. 

Wash's pants were open, his cock jutting. Gwen was holding it and massaging 
it; he pulled her to Tammy, standing before the bride. "Here, kiss this 
then...." 

Tammy giggled and made an "O" of her lips. Gwen put the cock in it and 
jazzed it as Tammy sucked it. 

Pete flopped in a chair gratefully, unzipping his pants. Ol' Putzi was 
straining like crazy to get out. Lilli swung around in front of him, eyes 
bright, and swallowed the cock whole. It felt delicious. He fondled her dark 
glassy head, staring at Lew and Shirley on the floor. Lew had pulled her 
down, flat on her back and was on top of her, fucking her with a steady, 
feverish rhythm. Her knees were up as high as his shoulders and she was 
rubbing her bare feet on his back. 

Cindy stood in the middle of the room, her dress off, titties jutting, with 
Marty tickling her in the puss. She said, "Hey, this is the reception, huh, 
kiddies?" 

"Turn me over an' fuck me," Tammy said, giggling. 

 CHAPTER NINE 

The wedding reception didn't come off exactly as planned. Shirley had 
prepared a table full of snacks and tiny sandwiches and cookies and candies. 

Vince, Wandering about the room without his pants, giving everyone drinks 
from the bottles he carried, discovered the candies in the dining room. He 
left the bottles, took a handful of the sweet candies and went back to the 
sex-smelling living room. As Lew got off Tammy, his wet snake flopping, 
Vince jumped into the breach. 

Tammy, leaning on her elbows, with knees far apart, watched in utter 
fascination, and with some writhing, as Vince stuffed the candies up her 
cunt then proceeded to lick them out. 

"He's really eating me," she said in wonder. 

Lilli wasn't trying to make Pete shoot it, just nursing him along, enjoying 
the cock. He had his pants off, so she could kiss his balls and worm a 
finger into his anus. Lilli smiled at him, eyes heavy-lidded, as she licked 
up and down the underside of Putzi. She said, "Jeez, I'd like to stay here 
forever...." 

He fondled her head and scratched the back of her neck fondly. He nodded and 
sighed; he wished they could, too. 

Lilli opened the front of her blouse, baring both luscious breasts, and 
moved forward to lay his cock in the crevice between them. She closed the 
tit flesh about them and licked the knob of the weenie. Pete moved his ass, 
causing some friction, a pleasant little tit-fuck. Lilli was adorable. 

Shirley was still on the floor in front of him. Lew had fucked her, then 
Marty, then Wash, now she was alone, squirming by herself in a lust-fantasy 
as she worked a long dildo in her vulva. 

Jody was finished. Lilli had sucked him off too many times, and he had spent 
himself on Tammy. He sprawled at the end of the couch, smoking, watching the 
others. Marty and Cindy were curled together, head to tail, mutually sucking 
with a warm and lazy rhythm, taking their time, engrossed in .their own 
sensations. 

Near the flower baskets, Tammy screamed in orgasm as Vince sucked her off. 

Pete could hold out only a short time when Lilli decided she wanted him. She 
watched his gyrations, giggling now and then as he jerked at some especially 
frantic spasm, but sucking hard. Her cheeks hollowed as she drew in, and 
filled as she moved down on the cock, taking its length into her mouth. She 
masturbated him with searing lips, getting anxious for the gift as he 
stiffened. She knew exactly when he would blow, anticipating his every 
subtle movement, giving him the ultimate in stimulation ... and then he let 
go. 

Hazily he watched her suck him off, gulping down the spend, milking the 
shaft for all of it. She kissed it and sucked it by turns, never ceasing the 
friction no matter how he squirmed and twisted. She had half the length of 
the weenie between her lips when he gushed. She looked up at him as he 
spurted and he swore to himself that she was smiling around the cock as she 
felt the stuff fountaining. 

This time she let the goo spout down her throat, but she did it differently. 
There were times when she let him boil over, the jism erupting like a tiny 
volcano, then she would chase down the various lava flows with her hot 
tongue, giggling the while and lapping him up. 

He came out of the sex haze slowly and she continued to nurse the cock 
lovingly. He saw that Shirley had rolled to Tammy who was manipulating the 
dildo as Shirley licked Tammy's puss. Lew was asleep on the floor next to 
them, his cock withered. 

Gwen and Denise had Wash flat on his back. Gwen was sitting on his face, 
knee's" wide, straddling him, leaning on her hands to watch him suck her. 
Denise was sitting on his cock, wriggling herself over it. When she got off 
it to suck on it for hardness sake, Pete could see that the well-used thing 
was only half hard. 

After a bit, Denise gave up. Pete watched her walk about, naked and tawny, 
still looking for sex. He thought he would call her over and lick her pussy 
... then she went into the bedroom where Gordie was passed out. 

When she didn't come out, after several moments, Pete rose, telling Lilli he 
had to pee. She went directly to Wash and began to lick him. 

Pete found Denise in the bedroom; she had Gordie's pants open and was 
sucking on his cock. She saw him but continued to mouth it. He said, "Fresh 
cock?" 

He sat on the edge of the bed, the prick was half hard. Denise giggled, "I 
told you, weddings make me horny." 

About midnight, the party began to come alive again. Most had had some 
sleep. Gordie was coming awake also, complaining of a headache, asking for 
Tammy. 

Gwen, the only girl dressed, got him aspirin and insisted he stay in bed for 
a moment ... there was a very good reason for that. Wash was on top of Tammy 
in the middle of the living room floor, both of them about to come. 

Lew hissed at Gwen and she went to the doorway. Everybody, he told her, 
wanted to fuck Tammy again-what would they do? 

"Get your clothes on," she told him. "Come in here and keep Gordie in bed." 

Lew frowned, biting his lower lip and worrying his chin. He wanted to screw 
Tammy himself. It was terribly inconvenient for a groom to awaken and want 
his bride. "Listen," he said, "if you can keep him quiet for a minute I 
think I can fix it...." 

"Jeez, what'll I do?" Gwen glanced over her shoulder at Gordie who was 
moving restlessly in the bed. 

"Hell, how do I know? Let 'im lick your tits." 

Gwen clucked her tongue. "Hurry up then, I'll talk to him or something." She 
closed the door. 

Lew pried Vince off Cindy and they went to the bar. "We need a knock-out 
dose for Gordie-" Lew quickly explained the circumstances and Vince nodded, 
frowning, staring at Wash who was battering Tammy's crotch with a terrible 
urgency. 

It took several minutes to mix up a concoction which Vince vowed would knock 
out a bull ... let alone Gordie. Lew got his clothes on while Vince mixed 
the drink. Tammy was in the midst of a moment before delivering the drink to 
the bedroom. He was afraid Gordie might hear her sex moans. 

"Take 'er in the den, for chrisakes," he said, "not in the middle of the 
fucking floor!" He knocked lightly on the door watching Marty and Pete 
carrying the slim blonde, giggling sexpot to the den. Wash sprawled on his 
back on the floor, cock dribbling. 

Inside the room Gwen was sitting on the bed, bathing Gordie's head. Gordie 
looked up with a sweaty, pale face and tried to smile. "Where's Tammy?" 

Lew patted his shoulder, proffering the drink. "She'll be here in a minute. 
Here, drink this. It's good for relieving headaches." 

"I told him Tammy was here with him all night," Gwen said. 

Gordie took the drink, "Yeah, I guess she was. Gosh, the poor kid. I bet 
it's awful on her." 

"Yeah, she's lying down right now," Lew said. "She didn't get much sleep, 
you know." 

"I feel awful about it," Gordie said, sniffing the concoction. 

Lew said, "Poor Tammy was awful busy last night. You were sick as hell, you 
know." 

"Yeh," Gwen said, with a straight face, "Your little bride worked her fanny 
off." 

Gordie winced, mumbling. He felt miserable. 

"Drink it," Lew ordered. "I'll go get Tammy up." 

Gordie protested. "No, if she's lying down let her alone. I d'want to be 
selfish...." 

Gwen smoothed his forehead. "You're a sweet kid, honey." 

Gordie sighed and drank the concoction down. 

They watched him. Gwen lit a cigarette nervously. Gordie stared at the 
ceiling, licking his lips. "It tastes funny...." 

Lew said, "It had medicine in it." 

Gordie closed his eyes wearily. 

In five minutes Lew prodded him. "Gordie? ... Gordie...? " 

"He's out," Gwen said. "Lookit the way he breathes." 

Lew sighed, "Thank God. He was in the way. This fucking wedding gets on my 
nerves, having to hide from Gordie ... we're not used to that." 

Gwen grasped Gordie's cock through the blanket and shook it. Nothing 
happened. "Yeh, he's out all right. How long'll that stuff last?" 

"Four hours, Vince says. Give or take an hour." 

Gwen said, "Let's go fuck somebody." 

Pete had screwed Tammy twice. The first time Ol' Putzi had been a spike, a 
cannon, a roaring fire. He had shoved it in her and the rigid meat had sent 
her into paroxysms of ass-humping frenzy. 

Marty had to hold her head she got so wild. He cautioned Pete) "Jesus, don't 
ram that thing in her so goddam hard. She's prob'ly gettin' tender in the 
pussy." 

But after he had fired the gun, Tammy didn't want to let him up. But he got 
off her and Jody came to soothe her tortured flesh with his mouth. Jody had 
rolled on the floor with Denise and shot his wad, then couldn't get it up 
anymore. He had gone from one to the other of the girls, lapping them. Jody, 
it was agreed, was a very good girl-lapper. 

After screwing Tammy, and while Jody was muff-diving, Pete fell into a 
writhing circle of flesh on the floor of the den. Shirley had started it, 
crawling to Vince and swallowing his cock. Then Lew had snuggled into 
Shirley's crotch with his rampant tongue, Lilli had attacked Lew's cock, and 
the rest of them fell into the writhing game. A sudden sex fever swept over 
them ... a great suck scene. 

Pete squirmed, face buried in Denise's churning cunt, with someone sucking 
him ... he had no idea who, and he knew that Denise probably did not know 
who was eating her. He could taste the lingering salty traces of other 
orgasms. He could feel, all about him, the satiny rubbing caresses of the 
orgiastic participants. Cindy's voice moaned, "Oh, my Gawd ... I'm gonna 
come again...." 

Someone chuckled throatily. Tammy squealed from the couch, and Pete could 
hear the couch springs whining, jerking as she threshed her legs. The smell 
of sex, heavy, moist, compelling, drifted over them. 

Denise moaned and bucked, twisting so that Pete had to scramble to keep his 
mouth glued to the slit. Someone growled at him because he was yanking his 
cock away ... was it Wash? He had no time to look down. But when Denise 
turned her body, Pete could stare across her rounded thigh for a moment, 
straight into Shirley's lovely oval face. Shirley's eyes were fixed on 
someone's writhing belly, her' mouth was tight about a straining penis. As 
Pete looked at her, bobbing her head, sucking hard on the male organ, the 
distended thing jerked from between her lips and a leaping river of cream 
spurted from it. Shirley yelped and grabbed at the cock with hands and 
mouth. The white stuff fell onto her face, dribbling down as she sucked the 
still-spouting head of the cock and as Vince cried out as though in pain. 

Then a rounded butt intervened and she was lost to his view. Denise orgasmed 
and pulled away in her spasms. A rounded body came tumbling over, a giggling 
Gwen, her mouth seeking his, kissing him deeply. "Ohhhh, you taste like 
cunt...." Then she squirmed away. A wobbling cock slapped his face; Pete 
looked up to see Marty, glassy-eyed, trying to poke the prick into Pete's 
mouth-any mouth. Pete pushed it away and Cindy captured it, grinning at him, 
their faces were inches apart as she sucked on the dong. 

It was Wash sucking him ... Pete was slightly surprised. The slim, boyish 
guy was pumping it furiously, masturbating the cock with his lips, his own 
cock poking at Lilli's curved ass. 

Tammy groaned again and he saw her jerking. rolling her wanton hips, her 
eyes tightly closed, mouth open, lips drawn back over white teeth. Jody had 
sucked her off once more. 

The room was filled with sound, heavy breathing, groans, the silbilant 
hissing of breath and the seductive sounds made by flesh moving against 
writhing flesh, as well as jerking laughter and occasional words...."Do it 
harder...." or, " ... Gawd, I can't stand it...." 

Wash made him come. Pete arched his back, staring at the sucker; Wash's 
cheeks were hollow as he gulped the jism. His mouth worked, swallowing it, 
Adam's apple bobbing. Cindy laughed, rippling tone, as she watched him suck 
it. 

Pete wished Lilli was blowing him ... Wash milked the cock and kept the 
sensations coming, but Lilli was better. He jerked in the orgasm, feeling 
stupefied, legs stiff and dead ... he trembled all over and lay back, 
closing his eyes. Cindy's face hovered over him; he looked up, seeing her 
dimly, her smiling lips, red and lush, her naked titties swaying. Pete 
wanted to reach for them, but it was so fucking far.... 

Then Cindy's lips were on his, and he opened his mouth. He heard her lewd 
giggle and tasted the salty stuff. It welled into his mouth and Cindy held 
him tightly ... he realized then that she had just sucked off someone and 
was giving him the spend. She was thrusting the gooey stuff into his mouth 
with lips and tongue-Pete swallowed involuntarily. He thought, 
son-of-a-bitch! She was a bitch! 

 CHAPTER TEN 

The crazy, squirming orgy in the den came to a slow and twitching end at 
last, as the cocks drooped and energy flagged. Even Tammy was whimpering 
under Jody's sucking mouth, and Lew finally pulled the short, bald guy off 
her. 

Pete dozed, curled between Denise's thighs, resting his cheek on her cunt. 
Her head, in turn, was nested on Shirley's belly. Marty was sprawled beside 
them, eyes closed, completely fucked out, yet Lilli was patiently sucking 
the withered prick. 

Lew said, "Listen, we got to clean Tammy up, get her dressed and get the 
both of them to a motel. Gordie'll be awake any minute...." 

Tammy said, "Gordie! Oh, Jesus Christ! I married him!" 

Lew said, "What the fuck you think the party's for?" 

"Jeez, I forgot." Tammy winced. "Ohhh, my pussy's sore...." 

Jody said, "I'll get dressed and look after Gordie." He rose, roving his 
hands over Tammy's curves. 

Tammy sat up, looking tired. "Keerist, you know I've fucked every guy 
here-except my goddam husband? I'm a goddam bride and I haven't been screwed 
yet ... by my own goddam husband." 

"Take it easy," Lew said, "you will be." 

She moaned, "I couldn't look another goddam cock in the face...." 

They bathed Tammy and dressed her, and the rest of them bathed and dressed, 
all tired and worn out. Vince rubbed Denise between the legs and she pushed 
his hand away, "Get your hand offa my cunt-the poor thing's had it. I mean, 
had it." 

But Gordie woke up feeling fine. 

Lew and Pete were in the bedroom when he opened his eyes. Lew said, "You 
feel okay, Gordie?" 

Gordie sat up in the bed. He rubbed the back of his head. "I got a little 
headache, that's air ... where's Tammy?" 

"Getting dressed. She's been lying down." 

Gordie said, "Golly, I've been a husband for hours and I haven't even got my 
bride in bed----" 

He stopped, embarrassed, flushing. "I mean...." 

"It's all right, kid," Lew said. "We understand. We're gonna take ydu'n' 
Tammy to a motel now." 

"Gee, that's good of you, Lew. I sure want to thank you for all you've, done 
... you been awful good to me an' Tammy, all of you have." 

Pete said, "Don't mention it...." 

Jody came in, smiling. "How's the groom?" 

"I'm fine. How's Tammy?" 

Jody said, "Absolutely wonderful, Gordie. A wonderful, tender little girl." 
He smacked his lips. "You're a lucky boy, I want to tell you that." He sat 
on the edge of the bed. "Now let me give you a little marital advice, 
Gordie, I know how anxious you are to get Tammy into a bed...." Jody held up 
his hand as Gordie started to protest. "Now, now, I understand these things. 
It's right and good that you should scr--I mean-cohabit with her. But I want 
to warn you to be easy. She's a fragile and delicate little flower." 

Pete looked at Lew. He went to the door and Lew followed. They closed the 
door behind them. Lew said, "Jesus, I fucked her six times my own self, an' 
I guess everybody else did, too." 

"She's a fragile flower," Pete said, snickering. 

"If Gordie ever gets his cock in her that cunt'll chew it off." Lew slapped 
Pete's back. "How about a drink?" 

"Yeh, to the poor unfucked groom." 

They put the newlyweds in a motel room and got back to the houseboat long 
after dark. "Man, it was a great wedding," Vince said, "but the club lost a 
beautiful cunt." 

"We'll find us another one," Denise said, "there's cunts everywhere ... I 
even got one myself." 

"I'll drink to that," Marty agreed. He slid his hand up Denise's leg. 

It was their last drink together, however. All but Lew and Gwen had left 
their cars at the landing. They kissed Lilli and Pete goodbye. Vince said to 
Lilli, "If I could get my pecker up I'd give you one last...." 

Lilli said, "Thanks, anyway," and she squeezed it. 

Pete kissed Cindy and Denise with emotion, very unhappy to be leaving. Old 
man Logan was standing outside on the wharf, waiting for them, so he kissed 
the two girls inside the cabin, and Putzi rose a few inches as they rubbed 
themselves on it. 

And Wash rubbed his cock, too, "I'll miss that...." 

Pete saw Lilli looking at him, and knew he'd have to explain Wash's 
statement to her later. 

They were alone at last, the four of them. Lew poled the boat out, started 
the engines and they drifted downstream in the darkness. Gwen said, "Even my 
tits are sore." 

It was time to think about going on their way. Gwen and Lew were concluding 
their vacation-all good things come to an end, the philosophers were fond of 
saying. But he rather hated to go out into the world again. Pete, curled in 
a bunk with Lilli cuddled up to him nakedly, sighed and she kissed him 
sweetly, knowing what he sighed about. 

In the morning over breakfast Lew said, "We're going to drop downstream to 
Culver, that's a small town where we keep the boat...." 

Gwen said, "Shit-why don't you two come and live with us?" She lit a 
cigarette, frowning. 

Pete leaned to her, cuddling her breasts and kissing her cheek. "It wouldn't 
work out in the long run...." 

Lew was staring at Lilli, hating to see her go. 

It was beginning to get to all of them that parting was near. It was decided 
that Pete and Lilli would accompany them to Culver, then go on toward the 
coast. To Pete it was as good a starting point as any. The last report they 
had heard, the cops were looking for him somewhere in the north. 

After breakfast Lew went up to con the boat downstream, and Lilli went with 
him. He stayed out of the way of other traffic and as far from the bank as 
he could because Lilli had his cock out and was going down on him. 

In the cabin, Pete stripped Gwen naked and fucked her furiously. With her 
legs about him, pushing upward, feeling the big cock in her, filling her, 
firing her, Gwen almost cried, knowing all that meat was being taken away. 
No one had ever screwed her as well. She had three orgasms before noon, then 
got up to make lunch for them, and Pete fucked her in the ass while she 
stood in the tiny galley. 

When they arrived at Culver they were all tired again. 

Fucked out. 

Pete and Lilli took a room in a small, run-down motel. They took stock: 
"We've got twenty-eight bucks left," Pete said, "A couple of bits of clothes 
and that's all. The dough'll be gone in a few days." 

Lilli bit her lip in concern, "The pussy-hit again?" 

"If we have to." Pete sighed. He didn't want her to go through that again. 
"Let me think about it." 

He lit a cigarette and watched her surreptitiously. Lilli was pale and 
thinner. Of course, they had just been through an extensive sex trip, but 
she did look thinner. A girl couldn't survive altogether on jism alone. 
Undoubtedly Lilli had sucked off every man in the crowd a number of times, 
and had imbibed a goodly amount of booze, but it wasn't enough. Her 
delicate, round face was sallow, and even her usually glossy dark hair was 
dull and lifeless no matter how much she combed it. Her titties were firm as 
ever, but when he took her naked body in his arms he could feel her ribs. He 
had to fatten her up. 

She kept her optimism, however. She had complete faith in him, knowing he 
would provide for them. She said, "You could steal a car...." 

He nodded; he had thought of that, of course, and they would probably have 
to leave town in a stolen vehicle. "Money's the first thing," he said. 

He put her to bed that night, having made up his mind. He would case a good 
spot and rob it. Then they'd have enough dough to get a few hundred miles 
distant. That was the main thing. He didn't tell her of his decision, and he 
didn't let her suck him off, though she wanted to. It was difficult to 
refuse her, but he wanted her to rest, to build up her strength. 

In the morning he was horny as hell. 

He went out, looking for a good case. It took three hours of steady walking 
... then he found the diner. 

There was a fat guy and a waitress running it, and business was good. Pete 
had a cup of coffee, looking it over. A single long room, like all diners, 
and a narrow kitchen with a back door. He stared at the waitress's tits, 
round and juicy, then went out and lounged on the street, picking his teeth. 
It was a busy street in the daytime, but the diner sat where it would be 
easy for a guy on foot to lose himself in either direction in a hurry. There 
was an apartment house on one side, with trees and a billboard and a walk 
that ran from one street to the next; the walk would be dark as hell at 
night. On the other side was an office building, two buildings, with garages 
in the back and an easy jump over a five-foot wall to the next street. 

He'd take the diner ... that night. 

In his walk he had seen any number of cars that he could swipe with a hot 
wire. That was going to be no trouble. The nights were warmer, too, and guys 
didn't lock their cars as much, windows left open ... it would be a cinch. 

He went to a movie, one of the sex shows. He sat for two hours and watched 
guys screwing girls and getting sucked off. It gave him a terrible hard on. 
There were some of the girls he would have liked to fuck in the ass. 

When the movie came round to the same couples humping the same butts, he 
went out and back to the motel. Lilli had her hands out for Putzi when he 
went through the door. She unzipped him and rolled the meat in her two 
hands. 

She said, "I can tell-you've got an idea?" 

"Yeah, a diner. It looks perfect." He flopped on the couch and Lilli grinned 
happily, seating herself between his knees. 

"You mean, you're gonna rob it?" 

Pete nodded, watching her lick his joint. "There's a guy and a waitress with 
nice tits. I'll wait till the girl leaves then stick the guy up." 

"You haven't got a gun." 

He snickered, "It's in your mouth." 

She swallowed it for a few seconds, "You're gonna let me blow you?" 

"Yeh. I'm horny as a goat. Gimme the full treatment." 

Lilli giggled. "With the full treatment, I get fucked in the ass." 

She was cute. No doubt about that. He leaned forward and kissed her on the 
mouth, sucking her tongue. She submitted, then struggled to get back to the 
cock. She licked it and sucked it, and sucked his balls, one at a time, 
reaming him with her finger. 

As she loved it, he told her about the sex movie. Some of the action had 
reminded him of the recent orgy although on the screen they seemed more 
inhibited than they did on the houseboat. On the screen the girls hadn't 
swallowed the guys' jism-they had made the guys come, and let the stuff 
spurt onto faces or stomachs, but only a few of the girls had licked the 
jism-wet pricks. One girl had jacked a guy off and caught the stuff in her 
hand, but when she had licked it she'd made a face. 

Lilli thought that was terrible. But then, Lilli was a compulsive. He had to 
promise to take her to see one of the movies. She would squirm all the way 
through it. 

She worked him into a ragged state, on the very edge-and kept him there by 
expert and adept licking and mouth friction. Pete had never known a girl who 
could judge a prick's spouting time as well as Lilli could. 

She kept him like a lighted fuse for long, tingling minutes. She would bite 
the cock lightly now and then, just a tweak of pain that made him writhe. 
Lilli knew how a little pain helped the sex trip, and a cock was sooooo 
sensitive. And she let him fall over the edge-into her mouth. 

Pete jerked and writhed, moaning in his throat, feeling the stuff spurting, 
releasing ... staring at her with anguished eyes, his face sagging as she 
uncorked him. She never missed a drop, lips tight about the purple head of 
the cock, tongue busy, fingers busy milking the shaft. She was beautiful. 
The world's greatest cocksucker. 

He closed his legs about her slender body, hugging her, caressing her head 
with his hands as she continued to nurse Putzi. She sucked on it long after 
it had lost its proud size. 

He loved her for that. 

 CHAPTER ELEVEN 

Pete dozed, with Lilli curled between his legs, for an hour. She whimpered 
when he took her pacifier from her, "It's time to go, cutie...." 

Then she insisted on going with him. They went into the bath, showered 
together, arguing about it. He tried to work the cock into her butt under 
the shower but she refused to hold still. He tried to get her mind off the 
holdup by licking her pussy, but nothing worked. He had never seen her so 
adamant. She insisted on going along. 

So he finally let her go. 

And maybe it was for the best, he thought. If the holdup gained them any 
dough, thirty or forty bucks, even, they wouldn't return to the motel, but 
simply keep going. 

They took everything they owned, in a plastic bag, and slipped away from the 
motel in the dark. They still owed for the day having promised to stay a 
week. Pete walked her past the diner and explained about the get-away 
routes. "I'll go out the back door. You meet me there." 

It was nearly eleven at night when they arrived on the scene, and there was 
no one inside. The waitress, a short brunet, was wiping off the row of 
tables by the windows as they watched. 

"That's a different girl," Pete said, looking her over. She had big tits, 
too. The guy who ran the diner must like girls with big knockers. The guy 
didn't show. Maybe he was in the kitchen. 

The time was as good as any. He sent Lilli around to the back of the diner. 
He glanced about, not much traffic along the street at this hour, and no one 
walking. He went up to the door and inside. There was a sign on the door, 
OPEN. He turned the sign over so it read, CLOSED, and flicked the latch, 
locking the door. The waitress was stacking dishes and didn't look up. She 
didn't hear him till he was next to her, then she jumped. 

"Jesus, I didn't hear you come in!" 

She was cute, round, lively face with big eyes and a nicely curved mouth. 
And big tits. The little nameplate just over her left tit read, DORIS. He 
said, "Hi, Doris?" 

She shook her head, "Hey, I'm sorry, we're closed. I just haven't got around 
to-lockin' the door. The cook isn't here." 

"Oh, oh yeh?" Pete stepped around the counter and looked into the kitchen. 
She was right. No cook. That was a chunk of luck all right. Man, the cards 
were running his way for once. 

The girl followed him, her voice rising. "Hey, you can't come in here...." 

"Why not?" The kitchen smelled steamy, old, decaying food gave it a musty 
odor. The kitchen light was out and he faced her in the gloom. 

She said, "Hey, what you after, buddy?" 

"Keep your voice down." Pete maneuvered to place her back to the work table. 
His hand closed over the telephone hanging on the wall. She suddenly looked 
very startled. Intelligence was gathering behind her eyes-she was beginning 
to get the idea. 

Pete said, "Here, whyn't you call the cops?" He took the receiver off the 
hook. Doris turned her head at the sound of it. 

He hit her with the hard rubber, just behind the ear. She took two or three 
little mincing steps, moaned, and crumpled. 

Pete grabbed her, one arm around under her tits, and hauled her to the 
table, letting her flop over it, face down. He rubbed his hand over her firm 
ass. Nice. Ol' Putzi stirred. He ran his hand up the backs of her legs and 
under the short skirt. Thin panties. Grasping them, he jerked and the cloth 
ripped. 

Man, now he had a terrible hard on. 

Doris was wearing an apron that hung down in front, but from behind the 
short skirt hiked up, as she lay over the table. He leaned down to look, it 
was gloomy in the kitchen, and he could smell cunt, but not see it. He 
parted her ass cheeks and put two fingers into the crevice. Pussy with hair 
around it. 

Thinking of pussy, he remembered Lilli. He went over to the back door and 
unlocked it then took his cock out. That was a relief, Putzi was so goddam 
hard. Moving quickly back to Doris, he stood behind her, spread her butt and 
eased the cock in under her. He guided it, but it wouldn't go into the cunt. 
She was dry. 

Pete said, "Shit!" He glanced around. There was a plate on the table, with a 
few slices of bread and some squares of butter. Picking up the butter, he 
rubbed it on his prick. He wiped his fingers on her dress and shoved the 
cock at her again. This time it oozed into her. He reached around her, into 
her crotch, and pushed it up, forcing it into the cunt. 

He grinned, fucking it into her, getting it in deep and warm. The girl 
moaned softly but didn't move. He pushed her legs wider apart and spread her 
cheeks with his hands to get another inch inside her. He chuckled. Doris 
didn't know what the fuck she was missing. It felt good. 

Then he paused, hunching over, looking around. 

Someone was at the rear door, and it took him a couple of seconds to realize 
that it was Lilli. She said, "Pete...?" 

He relaxed. "Yeh, come on in." He resumed fucking Doris. 

She came in quickly, eyes already accustomed to the gloom. It was only a 
step to the table, and she saw the unconscious girl at once ... but she 
didn't expect to see him doing that. 

Lilli's voice went up an octave. "What're you doing!?" 

"Givin' her a good fuck, what else?" He had Doris's skirt up over her back, 
panties ripped off. She had a lovely round ass. Thanks to the butter, his 
cock was pumping in her very nice and smooth. 

Lilli was scared. "For crissakes, you can fuck me!" 

"Yeh, I know, cutie." Pete reached out and grabbed Lilli's cunt, squeezing 
it. She jumped in surprise. 

"Didju get the money?" Her voice was strained. "Jesus, I forgot the fuckin' 
dough!" 

"Ohhhh, Pete...." 

"Listen, go out there to the cash register an' get it." She hesitated and he 
shoved her. "Go on...." 

He was enjoying this ... although her pussy wasn't as tight as some. He 
patted Doris's butt and whispered to her, "You been gettin' your share, huh, 
cutie?" He wasn't going to come very fast. He was used to a little more 
friction. He rammed into her very hard and she stirred slightly, moaning. 

He heard Lilli work the register; the door clanged open, Lilli was scooping 
up coins. 

Pete pulled the cock out of Doris, smeared a little more butter on it and 
shoved it at her anus. He got the knob of it into her, then he had to keep 
greasing the shaft of it to work the rest in. It took about a minute to 
impale her with the full length of it, and she definitely squirmed. 

Lilli was back then. "Come on, honey...." 

"Listen, I'm hot for this li'l baby." He patted Doris's butt. "How much you 
get?" 

"I dunno, maybe forty bucks. I didn't count it. God, honey, I'm so nervous!" 

It felt good in Doris's ass. He was working up the friction real nice. He 
loved to fuck dames in the ass. He felt under her and squeezed her tits. 
Nice big ones. 

Lilli begged, "Let's go, honey, before someone comes-" 

That made him chuckle. "I'm gonna come. I'm gonna give this one an assful of 
goo...." He tried to unbutton Doris's blouse but it was too difficult; he 
ripped the cloth instead and got his hands inside. Shit, she had a bra on. 

Lilli said, "Honey, I'm scared...!" 

"Relax your cunt, for crissakes!" He growled at her. How could a guy come if 
someone was yelping in his ear? He yanked the blouse down in the back and 
unhooked the bra. She was half naked now. "Man," he grinned, "feel these big 
tits!" 

Lilli pouted. "I d'wanna." 

"Then shut up an' lemme fuck 'er." He was getting it now. He could feel the 
first deep churnings, the jism was wadding up in his balls, ready to fire 
out the shaft like a goddam torpedo. Yeh, he'd torpedo this cunt, an' sink 
her. Man, it was beginning to feel real good. 

Lilli crept to the doorway and stared into the diner. 

Doris was beginning to stir a lot now, moaning softly and breathing hard. 
She'd be all right. Just a little buggered. A little blue-plate special, 
fucked and buggered. That thought made him chuckle. Buggered over easy.... 

Lilli came back and her nerveless fingers picked at him. "Come on, 
honey....Lemme suck you off outside...." 

He was curved over Doris's back now, fucking into her deep and hard. He ran 
his hand up between Lilli's legs. She didn't back away. He growled at Lilli, 
"Turn around." 

She turned, and he pushed her, making her lean over the table. Her voice 
held surprise, "You gonna fuck me?" 

"No, for crissakes." He put butter on his finger, ran it up the crevice of 
her buttocks, worked it into her anus as she sucked in her breath and 
squirmed. He wormed the greased finger into Lilli as far as it would go, and 
frigged her. 

In another minute he shot his wad into Doris. 

It was a searing, humping scene, and over very quickly. Doris didn't 
respond, of course. She moaned, and she received it. That was all. It was 
over almost as fast as the load went into her. And Lilli was whimpering. 
Pete leaned over Doris's back, getting his breath back, the sensations 
settling ... and the danger returned. 

Lilli was right. They had to get the fuck outa there. 

"You got the dough?" he growled. He took his finger out of Lilli and his 
cock out of Doris. He wiped them both and washed his hands at the sink. She 
said she had, and he ordered her to wipe off the telephone receiver, "I 
touched it." 

Then they went out the back door. 

Lilli asked, "Will she be all right?" 

He told her she would. "I didn't hit 'er hard." There was no one around; 
they went along the apartment house walk to the next street, found a Ford 
with the windows rolled down and the hood warm. Pete wired it and they drove 
away-easy. It was easy. Lilli almost peed on the car floor she was so 
relieved. 

He had a map in his head; it took a bit of time to get straightened around, 
being so dark, and headed west toward Kansas or Oklahoma. He drove for two 
hours, then stopped on the edge of a small town while it was still dark and, 
leaving Lilli in the car, went back along a side street and relieved a dusty 
old car of its Missouri plates. 

He put them on the Ford and they went on. When it got light he stopped, 
threw the original Ford plates into a weed-grown field, and went on again. 
Lilli had counted the money. They had taken forty-one dollars and change 
from the diner. 

They stopped for breakfast and gas at a lonely station-cafe stop. Two 
unshaven truck drivers stared at Lilli while they ate. A radio blared rock, 
and a newscaster recited the news items in a mechanical voice. Among the 
items was the robbery of a diner in Culver. "The robber, a lone man, took 
one hundred and three dollars...." 

Pete looked at Lilli, his eyes wide. "Why, the dishonest son of a bitch!" 

The newsman didn't say anything about a raped girl. Pete wondered if the 
girl had complained. Maybe she didn't want it known. 

The truck drivers stared at Lilli's legs when she followed Pete out. They 
drove west, more relaxed, looking for a place to stop. Gwen and Lew had 
given them the name of a couple in a burg called Lockhart. Lilli looked it 
up on the map they got at the gas station. Lockhart was a hundred miles 
away, and slightly south. 

They got a motel room and went to bed. Pooped. They slept the entire day, 
waking after dark, ravenously hungry. Pete had a hard on and Lilli wanted to 
blow it, but he told her she could have it in the car. They went to the 
nearest cafe first. 

She had it for dessert while they were driving. 

Pete had reckoned it would take them two hours to get to Lockhart, but it 
took three. They arrived about eleven at night. 

Lockhart was small, about the size of Culver, a light manufacturing town on 
the banks of the Trinity River which, in reality, was a wide sandy wash 
except in midwinter or spring. They stopped for gas again and Pete got out 
the address which Gwen had scribbled for them. 

"Pearlie and Frank Griffey," he read. "1099 Oak Drive." He asked the 
attendant where that would be, and they drove there and parked in front of 
the house. 

"The lights are on," Lilli said, opening the car door. 

Pearlie cracked the door, peering at them. She was a short blonde dressed in 
a gaping man's shirt and a pair of tight pants that showed every pore. She 
looked to be about twenty in the dim light. She said, "Yeah...?" 

Pete said, "Hello, we got your name and address from Lew and Gwen Nesbit 
in...." 

"Lew and Gwen!?" 

"Yeh. We just came from Culver and-" 

"Jesus, come on in," Pearlie said, her voice and manner changing. "For 
crissakes! Gwen and Lew ... we haven't seen them in-" She looked at them in 
the light, closing the door. "I'm Pearlie. Frank'll be home pretty soon. 
Have you been driving all night?" 

"A couple hours;!' Pete said. He introduced them; they followed Pearlie into 
the living room. It was a nice house, fireplace, modern furniture although 
the house itself was old, pictures on the walls ... the best thing to look 
at was Pearlie, however. She was worth studying. He loved to watch her 
titties bounce. 

"You must be tired," Pearlie said, "Sit down, I'll get some coffee ... or 
you rather have booze?" 

"Coffee," Pete said, and Lilli nodded. 

Pearlie sat by Pete, "You hungry? There's lots of stuff in the icebox." 

Pete looked into the gaping shirt. He could see lush tits, even the shadow 
of one nipple. Pearlie saw the look and smiled. "What're you hungry for, 
boy?" 

Pete grinned. "Let's E F." 

"Eat first? Okay." Pearlie rose. She made some sandwiches and heated coffee. 
"Frank's late. They called him back in for some damn reason. Whad you do 
with Lew and Gwen ... I mean, tell me about it." 

Pete shrugged. "We did a lot of screwing." 

Pearlie giggled. "Yeh, I'll bet. That Lew is a kicker, isn't he? He'd screw 
your ears off." The front door opened and she rose quickly, "That'll be 
Frank." 

A male voice came from the foyer, "Hey, I'm home, baby, spread your legs." 

"In here, darling," Pearlie called. Frank entered and stopped short, seeing 
strangers; he blinked rapidly and looked at Pearlie. Frank was stocky with 
dark black hair, the look of a man who knows what he wants ... he said, 
"Man, I didn't expect...." 

Pearlie explained quickly and Frank shook hands, smiling. "Well, that's 
better." He gave Lilli a good hard look that had sex in it. He had a cup of 
coffee and a cigarette and asked them questions about the Nesbits-not 
seeming to feel them out, but the questions were well put, Pete noticed. It 
would have been apparent if they were not really from the Nesbits. Pete saw 
that Frank accepted them; he offered to pay for the phone call to Lew, but 
Frank shook his head. "You two are all right, I can tell." 

Pearlie said, "Lew wouldn't have given out our address otherwise." 

Frank brought a bottle and they had some drinks, talking about the houseboat 
and their adventures on it. He asked about Tammy ... and was astonished to 
learn she'd been married. "That was the best young pussy in captivity-" He 
glanced at Pearlie, "Present company excepted." 

"That Tammy would fuck anything that moved," Pete agreed. 

Frank said, "When we knew her, you could just blow your breath on her and 
she'd come." 

They all giggled, and Frank ran his hand up between Pearlie's firm and 
shapely thighs. "You were the same way, baby." 

She said, "Jeez, I thought I still was." She moved her hips suggestively, 
opening her legs. The tight pants seemed even tighter and they could all 
observe that Frank was tickling her in the crotch. She reached across his 
leg and squeezed his cock. 

Pete said, "You two're gonna give me a hard on. 

Pearlie giggled and winked at Lilli, "You know the old song, a hard man is 
good t'find." 

"He's hard as steel," Lilli commented. 

Pearlie looked at Pete with narrowed eyes, a slight smile on her face. She 
opened her lips a tiny bit and ran a pink tongue around them. She said, 
"Whyn't you help me carry the things back to the kitchen...?" 

"Sure," Pete agreed. He glanced at Lilli, gathered up some of the cups and 
saucers and followed Pearlie to the kitchen-not caring that his pecker was 
pushing out his pants for all to see. 

Pearlie didn't bother with the kitchen light. She dumped the things on the 
sink and turned as Pete embraced her. He pushed her ass against the sink as 
they kissed. Her lips were warm and her tongue was a live, darting snake. 
She opened her legs and let him rub the rampant cock against her. 

Her arms held him tightly, one hand at the back of his head pushing it to 
her. She was kissing him for all she was worth, which was plenty. Pete 
reached down and unzipped his cock; he felt her crotch and she writhed. 

He said, "You've got those fuckin' pants on...." 

"Lemme slip 'em off." 

Pete released her and stepped back, his cock jutting out. Pearlie saw it and 
made a chuckling noise. She unfastened the waistband of her pants, then bent 
over and took the head of the cock into her mouth. Pushing down the pants, 
and stepping out of them, she sucked and licked it. 

Pete felt his heart beating very fast. When Pearlie straightened up he 
grabbed her about the hips and lifted her to the sink. She was surprised, 
but her legs came open and he stepped between them. From the waist down she 
was naked. His quick hand slid upward through her wet slit and she squealed 
and jerked at the sudden sensation. He put Putzi's head at the opening and 
walked the cock right into her. It went in like a stabbing knife. Her legs 
came up involuntarily; she reached for his body with both hands and took a 
big breath and held it. 

He shoved with the cock, pulled her buttocks forward with straining hands 
and she was impaled to the hair. He jogged the pecker in and out with little 
short strokes. 

Pearlie let her breath out with a rush and she fell against him. "My Jeez 
Christ! Is that all you in there?" 

He grinned into her blonde hair. "Yeh, cutie. How d'you want it, regular or 
special delivery?" 

She giggled, getting her breath back, kissing him on the mouth, rubbing her 
titties against his chest. "Any fuckin' way I can get it, baby." 

He thrust it into her faster and harder. "How's this fuckin' way?" 

She licked his mouth. "If you keep that up you're gonna get me excited." 

He said, "You ever been fucked in th' ass?" 

"Yeah, you wanna do it that way?" 

"Sure I do...." 

Her legs tightened around him, "Gimme it this way first, okay? Shit, that 
feels good... wiggle it sideways a little...." 

Pete grinned. Cute stuff. Damn cute stuff. It was gonna feel great when he 
got it up her butt. He listened for sounds from the other room but could 
hear nothing. Lilli could handle the guy. 

Pearlie said, "Lilli seems like a good gal...." 

"The best, cutie, the best." 

She snickered, "She like it in the ass?" 

He pumped her steadily. "She's a cocksucker, cutie. Goes bananas for cock." 

"Oh yeah ... Frank'll love her ... he loves to get blowed." 

"Are you a good cocksucker?" 

Pearlie giggled. "That's what I brought you out here to the kitchen for. I 
was gonna suck your cock." 

 CHAPTER TWELVE 

He said, "You don't mind gettin' fucked instead?" 

Pearlie said, "Ummmmm, you wanna know something?" 

"What?" 

She licked his mouth and bit his lips cozily, "After this, all you gotta do 
is crook your finger an' Pll come running, honey." 

Fucking her hard, "Yeah?" 

"And spread my legs when I get there." 

"At Broadway an' Main?" 

She snickered, 'Any fuckin' place. I don't mind screwin' in a group, d'you?" 
She patted his butt. "Not if you stayed with Lew and Gwen, you don't." 

"Cutie, I'd screw you in church." 

Pearlie kissed him, then she paused, cocking her head, grinning. From the 
other room came the unmistakable sounds of someone in orgasm-Frank's moans. 

Pete said, "She sucked him off." He had known she would. 

Pearlie whispered, "Does she swallow it?" 

"Yeah, sure." 

"That's what I'm gonna do to you. Promise." She continued to lick his lips. 
"You wanna come in my mouth?" 

"Right now?" 

"Yeah ... I get a charge outa it." 

"You wanna blow me?" 

She sighed, "Shit, I'm practically beggin' for it!" 

Pete pulled the prick out of her. It came out, "plop" and dripped on the 
floor. Jumping off the sink, Pearlie curled her fingers around the cock and 
kissed him again. "Lean against the sink and fuck it into my mouth, okay?" 

He put his tongue out, but she was gone. She was kneeling in front of him 
and Putzi was in her mouth being tightly squeezed. Bracing himself, legs 
wide, he watched her lick it moving her head up and down; she was frigging 
herself at the same time. He began to work it between her lips. 

Closing his eyes, he judged her against Lilli ... not bad. Lilli had more 
talent, but Pearlie loved it, she was a good, hot cocksucker. It took him 
only a few minutes to blow it. 

Pearlie gulped down the entire smoky load, holding his hips and 
mouth-fucking him wantonly. He jerked convulsively, enjoying it thoroughly. 
She milked it down, slobbering over it, making a lot of noise in the quiet 
kitchen. Somebody ought to be able to stand on the street outside and know a 
guy was being sucked off in here. 

That made him think of the car. They'd have to get the damn car off the 
street. 

Pearlie kept on sucking the pecker, pulling on it long after the load come 
and been gulped down. Finally he lit a cigarette. He looked down at her in 
the glow of the match; she was gloving the cock with her red lips, licking 
with her tongue. She said, "Light me one, huh?" 

He gave her one, then went to the doorway. Lilli and Frank were sitting on 
the couch talking. Frank had his pants off and Lilli's tits were hanging 
out. 

He went back to Pearlie and cupped her cunt cozily. She cuddled up to him. 
"I made myself come...." 

"You're okay then?" He kept handling her cunt. It was soft and furry with a 
vertical mouth: she opened her thighs and squirmed. 

She said, "Yeh, unless you want to fuck me again." 

"You jack off a lot?" 

"Uh huh, when I get hot. Whyn't you screw me again?" 

Pete chuckled, "Let's go in the other room." She was jazzing his cock. "Fuck 
me some more...." 

"It's not hard enough." 

"I'll suck it hard!" She bit his ear. "I'll get it hard." 

He slapped her bare butt. "No more kitchen stuff, cutie. Next time I wanna 
screw you in a bed." 

She snickered, "I can arrange that." 

He put his cock away and went out to the living room. Lilli grinned at him 
and Frank smiled, nodding. "Man, you've got a real girl there...." 

"She's my cutie," Pete said, sitting beside her; her tits were all naked and 
beautiful.-He turned as Pearlie entered. He had supposed she would put her 
pants back on, but she came in almost naked, her cunt pushed out, framed by 
a little brown hair. 

Pearlie said, "Let's all go to bed, huh?" 

Frank laughed, "Sometimes she stays horny for days." 

Pete went outside and drove the car around back of the house. 

There was only one bedroom, but it contained two full-sized beds: Frank 
explained that they often had another couple as guests. Pete slept with 
Pearlie, after buggering her in a most satisfactory manner. 

In the morning, Frank looked pale. Alone in the bathroom with Pete, Lilli 
confessed and had sucked him off three times. Not counting the one in the 
living room. 

It was Friday, and Frank had to go to work, but they had plans for Saturday 
and Sunday. "Pearlie'll tell you all about it," Frank said has he left for 
his job. 

Over coffee, Pearlie told them about the nudist colony. "We own the land and 
the buildings in a group-sort of like company. It used to be a real nudist 
camp, now it's just a place to go and have fun. Tomorrow's nothing 
special-we do it every weekend." 

Pete asked, "Where is this place?" 

"Out in the hills. You'll love it. We run around any old way we want and do 
anything we want." 

"How many of you?" 

Pearlie paused and counted on her fingers. "Me'n Frank, the Sipes family, 
there's four of them, Joe, Bessie and the two kids...." 

Lilli said, "I thought this was a sex group." 

"Yeh, it is," Pearlie grinned. "Wait'll you meet that bunch." She went on 
counting, "Then there's Slats and Kate, and sometimes the Webb twins show 
up, they're a couple of faggots ... Vernon and Vance, they're about 
nineteen...." 

Pete said, "Who do they play with?" 

"Each other, for crissakes, and then there's the Lajoie family, three of 
them ... and a few others.", Lilli said, "It sounds like the houseboat." 

Pearlie shrugged her round shoulders, one hand wandering under the table to 
Pete's thigh. "I dunno ... until you've met the Sipes bunch, don't be too 
sure." 

"Give us a run-down," Pete said, helping her hand along, placing it on his 
pecker. 

"On the Sipes's? Well, there's Joe-he's the father. Joe's about Lilli's 
size, a wiry little guy. He's been in the can about a dozen times for 
molesting kids, only they can't make it stick. The kids won't testify 
against him. Joe likes t'go down on 'em and he don't give a shit if they're 
boys or girls. And that's only for openers. His wife, Bessie, is just about 
as bad. They showed up at the camp one weekend with movies of Bessie gettin' 
fucked by a hog-" 

"A hog!?" 

"Yeh, they built a frame for the goddam hog to lay on and Bessie got under 
it, grinning like a fool-and the two kids helping Joe get the pig onto her. 
He had a cock like this...." Pearlie held up her fingers. "The pig, I mean." 

"Gosh," Lilli said, "What're the kids like?" 

"Dobie is a big lunk, bigger'n Joe. He's got a nice cock on 'im and he 
thinks that's all there is. Wendy is seven, I think, and takes after her 
mother. They live on a farm, and I think all they do is screw each other." 
Pearlie looked at them and squeezed his pecker. "Yeh, I know what you're 
thinking. They're a bunch of weirdos, but they were in the original nudist 
colony and they own part of the camp. They do a lot of screwy stuff, but we 
put up with them." She smiled, "Everyone else is real nice ... well, the 
Lajoies are kind of weird, too, now that I think of it-but they're nice." 

Lilli said, "It sounds worse'n the houseboat." Her eyes were bright. 

"You'll have a ball," Pearlie said. 

Pete went into the yard and removed the plates from the car, dug a hole and 
buried them. He'd steal others before they moved on. 

Lilli helped Pearlie with the housework, and in the middle of the afternoon 
he took both girls to bed, all of them naked, and licked Pearlie's cunt 
while both girls licked him. It was a very pleasant, lazy afternoon and as 
the two girls sucked his prong together they discussed the evening meal. 

Pearlie warned them, "When Frank gets home tonight, he'll be horny...." 

She was right. They were in the kitchen, dinner was cooking and Pete was 
making drinks. Frank came in with a smile for everyone. "Did you have a good 
sexy day?" His arm encircled Lilli's waist. 

Pearlie put her hands behind her head and did the dirty bumps, grinning at 
her husband. "We did ever'thing one time more just for you, honey." 

Frank pulled Lilli close and whispered in her ear, making her giggle. His 
hands were roving over her titties and down into her crotch, shamelessly. 
Lilli asked, "You mean, right here?" 

Frank said, "Let's go in the den...." He took her hand. 

"I know that look," Pearlie said, sipping her drink. "He wants t'get sucked 
off." 

Pete ran his hand under her dress and cupped the cunt he found there, 
fondling the tender flesh. "So do I." 

Pearlie slid into his embrace, opening her thighs. She rubbed everything she 
had to rub on him, kissing him. "Gimme a rain check on the suck job, honey. 
I gotta finish dinner...." 

He slapped her. "Then turn around and loan me your ass." 

Pearlie sniggered, "Be my guest." She turned and lifted the dress above her 
hips. She was naked to her shoes. It gave him a horny thrill just to gaze on 
that round perfection. She had an ass like a sexy movie starlet. He ran his 
hands over it, knelt and kissed it. She squaled softly when he ran his 
tongue up her buttocks cleavage and licked her rosebud. She pushed back, 
shoving her butt out and made little noises in her throat when he curled his 
tongue and forced it into the anus. 

Then he stood, pulled Putzi out and put the cock into her sopping pussy, 
pressing up underneath it to get it into her as she stood on tiptoes. When 
it was wet, he slid it out and pressed it into the anus. Pearlie groaned, 
revolving her hips, still pushing back. When the big head of it slid past 
her sphincter, she sucked in her breath and looked back at him over her 
shoulder. "Play with me, honey...." 

Pete rubbed his hand around her tawny thighs, into her crotch and teased her 
clit. Pearlie writhed and hunched her shoulders, He fucked it into her ass. 
He got it in deep and held it there. 

Then for ten or fifteen minutes he followed her about the kitchen while she 
prepared dinner, fucking her butt nice and easy and masturbating her just 
enough to keep her humpy-horny. 

Once they went to the door, locked together, undulating, and looked into the 
den. Frank and Lilli were head to tail on the couch, sucking each other. 
Lilli saw them and wiggled her fingers. Pearlie blew her a kiss. 

Pete took Pearlie back to the sink, bent her over it and made her come-with 
cock and fingers. And as she spasmed, he unloaded up her dark channel in a 
furious ass-beating attack. It was a delectable end to a tender afternoon. 

After a bit they all sat down to dinner. 

 CHAPTER THIRTEEN 

They got up early the next morning, without a morning screw, and had a quick 
breakfast. It was an hour and a half drive to the camp because they stopped 
to buy a box of food on the way. 

"Don't forget the 7 Up," Pearlie said as Frank and Pete went into the store 
with a list. 

At Pete's look, Frank said, "They use the 7 Up as a douche. They stick the 
bottle up between their legs and let it spout." 

The country became hilly and wooded. The dirt road was terrible and Frank 
said they liked it that way, "Keeps out the Sunday drivers." They wound in 
and out, climbing through the hills branching off the main road, then 
branching off the secondary. 

"Nobody comes here but our bunch," Pearlie said. 

Frank said, "I doubt if anybody else could find the camp. It isn't 
marked...." 

They went through two different wire gates, both fences marked by KEEP OUT 
signs. Frank had the key. "We're almost there." 

Pearlie said, "Jeez, the closer I get, the hornier I get...." 

Frank said, "Somebody diddle the lady." 

The camp was in a lovely small hollow, three low buildings and a swimming 
pool amid shading trees. The pool was a rectangular and sturdy cement job, 
the buildings had been white but needed paint. There were privies off to one 
side, and a brown tent. 

There were also two old and battered station wagons and a half-dozen people 
waving to them. Most, Pete saw with interest, were dressed very skimpily. 
One lovely young girl was nearly nude, a tawny, wanton figure and two almost 
bare titties hobbling. Pearlie saw his look. "That's Sunny Lajoie." 

"The Sipes' are here," Frank said, "That's Wendy over by the well." He 
pointed and Pete saw a very pretty young girl with dark flowing hair talking 
to a boy her own age. She had very well-developed and pretty legs for her 
age. When she saw them she turned, smiling, waving. Frank waved back. "You 
think she's sick?" 

"Why?" 

He said, "She's usually hanging on somebody's cock." He ran the car under a 
tree and switched off the engine. "Well, this is it, folks, Pussyland." 
Lilli giggled. 

Pearlie said, "That's Joe Sipes, there." She pointed out a short, 
wiry-looking man, brown as a nut, with a kind of wizened, old-young face. 
Joe wore only a very brief pair of brown shorts and his genitals bulged them 
out. 

Joe waved to them and Frank waved back as he opened the car door. "That's 
the community kitchen over there," he said, "the end building. We cook and 
eat there mostly, unless someone wants to go fucking in the hills and takes 
along a lunch." He tugged the food box out. 

Pearlie said, "C'mon, I'll introduce you around." 

She led them to the nearest station wagon, a battered blue and white Chevy. 
Joe Sipes was lighting a cigarette and supervising the removal of some 
bedding from the back. His helper was a big, tow-headed youth wearing the 
same kind of brief brown shorts as Joe. He was just as brown as Joe and 
smoothly muscled. He smiled as Pearlie spoke to him. 

"This's Joe an' Dobie Sipes," Pearlie said. "Meet Pete and Lilli, real good 
friends of oursan' the right kind of people." 

Joe smiled broadly, mostly at Lilli. He reached out and lightly pinched one 
of her tits. "Hi ya, Lilli." He shook with Pete. 

Dobie said, "Hi ya, Lilli, ma'am." He shook with Pete, and scratched his 
cock. 

Joe said, "Lookit that goddam kid. A new gal in camp an' he's got a hard 
on." 

"Ohh, pa," Dobie said. 

A woman's voice said, "Well, it ain't any good less'n it's hard. You let 'im 
alone, Joe." 

They turned. Bessie Sipes was a blonde woman, lush curves, not yet gone to 
seed; she was at the peak of bloom, big tits and a big ass, but not fat. 
Pete blinked at the sight of her; she was in a pink bikini and looked naked. 
Pearlie made the introductions, and Bessie smiled at Pete with a comeon that 
was undoubted. 

He could almost feel her pussy grabbing at him. 

Bessie said, "You all got too many clothes on." 

"We just got here," Pete said. 

Joe said, "She likes t' see the meat hanging out." 

Pearlie giggled, "Who doesn't?" 

Lilli snickered and nudged Pete. She pointed to Dobie. The big tanned boy 
was gazing across the grass toward Sunny Lajoie who was walking away from 
them. Dobie's cock was hard as hell, tenting his briefs. 

Pearlie herded them toward the next car where they met Slats and Kate Frane. 
Slats was a skinny youth, maybe twenty-two, Pete thought, and well hung. He 
was entirely naked when they came around the car, his long cock hanging down 
thickly. Kate was bending into the car, and all they could see of her was a 
bare, moon ass with a dark bush of hair between her legs. 

Slats patted her ass and she ducked out, smiling at them. "Oh, it's 
Pearlie...." She had big tits, stark-naked, a brown, curvy body and a string 
of beads about her long neck. She was a beauty. Her dark eyes were lustrous 
and wide. 

Slats shook, smiling. "We just got here; I saw you drive up a minute ago. 
Has Joe fucked anybody yet?" 

Pearlie giggled. "Well, not me." 

"He will, darling," Kate said. 

They met the Lajoie's next. They had a tent up beside their car which was 
parked in a tiny grove. There was a wide flap between the car and the tent. 
Sonia Lajoie was sitting on the grass several yards from the car, monkeying 
with a camera and film. She smiled at them and rose as they approached. "I 
can't get this fucking camera to work...." 

Pearlie introduced them, and Pete saw a blonde woman, perhaps twenty-seven, 
tanned and very attractive. Her hair had been pulled around in a ponytail, 
but it was loose and haloing her face in a lovely manner. Her tits were 
encased in a loose half-bra, and were easily seen if one cared to look. Pete 
said he didn't know anything about cameras. Pearlie fiddled with it, and. he 
wandered to the tent. 

He could hear sounds from the tent ... it sounded like someone was in pain. 
Ducking under the flap, Pete stared into the tent. There was a thick mat on 
the floor, a lantern hanging from a pole-but the main attraction was Louie 
Lajoie, sprawled naked on the mat, and Sunny Lajoie crouched between his 
thighs sucking his cock. 

Pete backed out, his cock hard. They hadn't seen him. 

Joe Sipes was part of the group around the camera when he went back. Joe was 
surreptitiously rubbing Sonia's ass under her mini. Pearlie had managed to 
get the film in the camera and to close it. 

Sonia said, "Oh, thank you-I want to get some pictures of Sunny before she 
grows up. You know how fast kids grow...." 

"You mean, fucking pictures?" Joe asked. 

"No, just scenes around the camp," Sonia said. She smiled prettily at them. 
"Isn't it a lovely day...?" 

Pearlie said it was. Pete moved slightly to his left. From that angle he 
could see that Joe had his hand up under Sonia, and was frigging her lazily, 
curving his fingers from behind into her pussy. Sonia was beginning to 
flutter her lashes. 

Joe said, "Hey, you wanna get a picture of this?" 

"Sure," Pearlie said. She took the camera from Sonia and stepped back as 
Sonia giggled. Joe flipped out his hard cock and let it wave in the air. He 
moved aside slightly and slapped it lightly against Sonia's thigh, 
continuing to work his fingers in her box. Pearlie snapped several pictures. 

Pete felt Lilli press against him. He moved so her hand could easily close 
about Putzi. She was hot, he knew; the sight of Joe's hard organ was 
exciting her. 

Pearlie returned the camera to the now-panting Sonia, saying, "C'mon, 
kiddos, lemme show you the rest of the camp." 

Joe said, "I'm gonna get you, honey." 

Pearlie smiled at him. Sonia said, "Screw me, for God's sake, Joe!" She 
dropped to the grass. 

They went past the tent flap and a man said, "Pearlie!" 

Pete stopped, looking at Louie Lajoie. The guy had a shirt on now, though 
nothing else. His red cock hung down ... the girl had knocked him off. 

Pearlie introduced them, and Louie actually kissed Lilli's hand. "I'm so 
pleased to meet you both...." 

Pete's eyes were on the girl. Sunny had come from the tent, an innocent, 
sweet smile on her lovely young face. Her lithe, tawny body was one of the 
most delectable, sensuous sights he had ever seen. Her full titties were 
hardly covered by the sleeveless shirt she wore, open completely in the 
front. When she moved one or the other titty was hobbling there deliciously. 
The loose G-string she wore about her pussy was so brief that it allowed 
most of her bush to curl over it. 

She was still licking her lips over Louie's cock juice. 

"This's my daughter, Sunny," Louie said, "A beautiful girl, don't you 
agree?" 

"Nice to meet you all," Sunny said in a soft voice ... looking at Pete's 
hard on with her wide gazelle eyes. 

"Have you met my wife, Sonia?" Louie asked. 

Pearlie said they had. Pete moved back and looked toward the shade of the 
tree. Joe was on top of Sonia, pumping into her like a whirlwind. Score one 
for ol' Joe, he thought. 

He'd like to score with Sunny. He could hardly take his eyes off her. The 
others were talking, drifting toward the mess building, Pete hung back, 
looking at Sunny. She smiled at him, "Hi...." 

"You're a lot of stuff," he said. He stopped in front of her, his back to 
Lilli and the others. She paused, two feet away, smiling sweetly, and 
waggling the titties, just barely ... just barely. 

"Thanks," she said softly. She noticed movement then and looked to her left, 
staring at her mother on the grass, being fucked by the humping Joe. She 
giggled and looked at Pete. 

Pete unzipped and flipped out his cock, holding it in the palm of his hand. 
"This's for you...." 

Sunny's dove eyes widened, and she licked her lips, "Oh shit! You got a big 
one!" 

"I wanna stick it in you." 

She took a breath. "Man, you make a girl's heart go pitty-pat with that 
kinda offer. What the fuck d'you think I am?" She brushed past him and 
walked toward the mess hall. 

Pete stared after her, holding his breath at the sight of such a beautiful, 
curvy, delicious ass. The pecker got even harder. 

It was all he could do not to run after her and jump on, her. 

Pearlie, Lilli and Lajoie were at the door to the mess hall, chatting, and 
Louie was patting Lilli's ass. Slats and Kate, tits bouncing, came across 
the grass toward them, calling greetings. 

Pete glanced around. He had to put his cock into something ... Joe was still 
fucking Sonia under the tree. Bessie. He went to the blue and white car. 
Neither Bessie nor Dobie were there. Shit. 

He had seen another car come into the camp; he walked toward the fieldstone 
well, wondering where it had parked. A car would have a woman in it, 
wouldn't it? Near the well he stopped short, staring. The Sipes kid, Wendy, 
was there, her long dark hair streaming over her shoulders as she leaned 
over the thick side of the stone well, naked. A black-headed boy was hunched 
up behind her, ramming his cock into her from the rear, and Wendy was saying 
breathlessly, "Do it, do it, do it...." The panting boy was grinning into 
space. 

Pete watched them for a moment, swearing under his breath. Wendy was too 
small to get his cock into. 

He went back to the Lajoie's car. 

Joe Sipes was off her now, having completed his task. He was strolling 
toward the mess hall, lighting a cigarette. Pete didn't see Sonia. He went 
around the car and Sonia was standing by the tent flap, completely nude, 
still fiddling with the camera. When she saw Pete she smiled. "Hi...." 

"Are you still fuckin' with that?" 

She giggled. "I don't know much about them." 

Pete went close to her, unzipped and took out his cock. It was horrendously 
long and hard. He rubbed her ass and she smiled sweetly. She said, "I know 
this is the film counter, and this little thing is....Ohhhhh!" 

Pete was behind her, goosing her with the prick. "What little thing?" He 
rubbed ol' Putzi under her. It pushed its way from rear to front and stuck 
out in front. He moved it back and forth. It squished in Joe's jism. 

Sonia sucked in her breath. "It feels like a big thing," she giggled and 
writhed. Her ponytail switched. He slid both hands around in front of her, 
one went to her naked titties, the other into her crotch. He pushed up on 
the cock and the head of it nudged into her cunt. 

She said, "I know these numbers are for the exposure, but I don't know how 
to set them." 

He said, "Spread your legs." 

She opened them and leaned over slightly, looking back at him. "Would you 
rather suck off together?" 

His cock was sopping wet now, and it wouldn't go into her pussy very far. 
"Now now...." He put the head of it at her anus and pressed steadily. It 
oozed into her as she moaned, "Ohhhhhhh...." 

"Does it hurt?" 

"No," she shook her head. "It's very big though...." She looked at the 
camera again. 

Pete said, "Put that fucking camera in the goddam car." 

Sonia reached out and dropped it into the front seat without a word. Pete 
worked the cock into her all the way, to the hair, thrusting his balls 
against her. She sighed and held onto the side of the car. 

He grinned. It felt good in her. He said, "This's what I'd like t'do to that 
gorgeous daughter of yours." 

Sonia moved shapely shoulders. "So ask her." 

Pete said, "I saw her sucking off her old man." 

Sonia turned her head and looked at him without saying anything. 

He said, "Do I talk too much?" 

"Hurry up and get it off. I want to go have lunch." 

"You got a weenie up your ass, isn't that filling?" 

Sonia giggled. 

He fucked her butt very hard and fast, feeling her squeezing it. He couldn't 
take much of that. It was crazy friction. He thought of sitting in front of 
Sunny and licking her cunt ... and blew it. Putzi creamed in big spurts. 
Pete grabbed her about the body and pumped it in, creaming more with every 
lunge. Sonia squeezed and pushed back against him dutifully. He was in 
humping convulsions, ramming and thrusting, panting and stiffening. When he 
fell over her back, he began to realize she hadn't popped her rocks. 

He kept fucking her, enjoying the feeling, tapering off slowly. Sonia put 
her head down, waiting for him to finish, her legs widespread. She was a 
good broad.... 

It took a while, and then he pulled out the wet cock and mopped it. Sonia 
mopped her ass, smiling at him. "Was it good?" 

He could only nod, getting his breath back, watching her slip into a loose 
bra and the mini. She took his hand then and they walked slowly toward the 
mess hall. 

He said, "How come you didn't cop a come?" 

She squeezed his fingers. "I'm a mouth girl. I can't come that way." 

Jesus, he thought, another one. He looked at her with renewed interest. 

She grinned at him, the ponytail bouncing along the back of her neck. 
"Wait'll I suck you off later...." 

 CHAPTER FOURTEEN 

In the hall he met the Webb brothers, two almost pretty twin boys who smiled 
at him with mascaraed lashes batting. 

Joe said to him, "A couple of cocksuckers...." 

He also met Tommy, a boy who had come along with the Sipes family, a 
black-haired kid, the one who had been putting the blocks to the long-haired 
maiden, Wendy. 

It was a good lunch, and afterwards he wandered outside, feeling very 
drowsy. Lilli and Pearlie were chatting together, joined by Bessie. Pete 
went to one of the hammocks slung between trees and curled into it. After a 
good fuck and a good lunch he felt like sleeping for a month. 

Or was it the tremendous feeling of peace and security at the little hill 
camp? No one, no fucking cop, would find him in this almost perfect hideout. 
He felt secure with these people, too. None of them would talk about the 
camp to outsiders, that was certain. Pete drifted off to sleep. 

When he woke it was hours later. The camp was very quiet, dozing in the 
golden light of the afternoon sun. A few bees buzzed, a few birds twittered 
here and there, but as he looked around, he could see no one. 

Sliding out of the hammock, he stretched and yawned. He walked to the 
nearest cars and looked in, but no one. He walked aimlessly for a few 
moments, but the camp seemed deserted. He wondered about Lilli. There had 
been a lot of talk about hiding. Perhaps that was where they had gone. He 
wandered out of the camp, breathing the wonderfully fresh, clean air. It was 
great to be alive. He had a hard on. 

There was a faint dirt path, and he followed it for a time. He came to a 
little burbling stream and turned to walk along it. 

He almost stepped on Sunday and Dobie. They were both naked, lying in the 
grass with Dobie on top. Her legs were about him and he was working the meat 
in her greasily and slowly. They both looked to be asleep. He watched them 
fuck for a bit, envying the towheaded kid. Sunny Lajoie was a crazy piece of 
ass. 

Pete turned his back on them and went along the stream in the other 
direction. Several hundred yards further he came upon Wendy. She was 
sitting, naked, on a flat rock at the edge of the stream, sailing bits of 
twigs in the water. When she saw him, she smiled. She rose instantly and 
came over to him; he sat on a rock, staring at her. She was cute. 

"I'm Wendy Sipes," she said. She shook her head so her long hair fell down 
her back. He looked at her tiny pointed tits, no more than buds. She saw the 
look. "They're growing." 

"Yeh." He patted her bare ass. "They'll grow all right. Where's Tommy?" 

She shrugged. "I dunno, around I guess." 

"I saw him screwing you." 

She shrugged again. "We screw alla time, that's nothin'." 

Pete looked at her hairless cunt, only a few inches below his eye level. He 
rubbed her silky buttocks and she slid her leg over his, half sitting on his 
lap. She said, "You can feel me if you want." 

He ran his hand up her tawny leg and tickled her cunt; she giggled and 
writhed. She slid her arm about his neck and he worked the finger between 
her pouting cunt lips finding them wet. She said, "Ummmmmmmm," as he slid 
the finger into her with surprising ease. It went in like punching jello. 

She squirmed around, straddling his lap and hugging him. She was panting hot 
breath into his ear. Pete held her ass with his left hand and worked the 
finger into her with his right. It went in as far as he could shove it, and 
he jazzed her. Wendy moaned softly and licked his ear. 

She whispered, "I bet you got a hard." 

"Fuckin' well right." 

"Lemme see it." 

He didn't want to stop wiggling the finger in her, so he managed to get his 
pants open with his left. Putzi sprang out ready to do battle. Wendy sucked 
in her breath. "OOO!" Then her fingers curled around it, "It's goddam big!" 

"Bigger'n Joe's?" 

Wendy laughed delightedly. "Golly, I'll say. Twice as big. Joe can almost 
get his in me...." She played with the dick, rubbing it, fascinated with it. 
"It's bigger'n Dobie's, too." 

"Does Dobie screw you?" 

"He tries, but he can't get it in. He fucks Bessie instead." 

"Do you go to school?" 

"Sure." She cocked her head at him, "What you think?" 

Pete shrugged, "How'd I know? I hear you live on a farm." 

"Yeah, but we have a schoolhouse. There's about thirty kids in the class. 
Can I jazz you off?" She pumped the cock with her moist fingers. 

"Why?" 

Wendy giggled. "I like t'see it gush out." 

"You Sipes' are quite a bunch." 

She shrugged. "Joe-that's daddy-says we can fuck around all we want, 
especially here at camp. Ma-that's Bessie-says it don't hurt anything as 
long as it's fun. I like it when you jazz me." 

"How about you sucking me?" 

"All right." Wendy slid off his lap, careful not to move so his fingers 
couldn't frig her. Opening her mouth wide, she tried to get the head of the 
cock enclosed, but it was impossible. At most she could stuff three-quarters 
of the prong into her mouth. She licked the velvet head of it. "It's too big 
. ... " 

"It's not too big. You're too fuckin' small." 

She giggled. "Yeh, I guess so." She climbed back onto his lap and sat down, 
her back to him, legs on each side of the cock. She lifted his fingers out 
of her, then pressed the pecker lightly to her tiny, slit and closed her 
legs on it as hard as she could. Then she looked around and up at him. "You 
can fuck me this way." 

Pete laughed. "Between your legs? Some screw." 

"Joe does it-the big guys do it that way." 

He leaned back and fished for a cigarette. "You better go find Tommy. He's 
the only one around who's your cunt size." 

"Won't you let me jazz you off?" 

"No thanks, cutie." 

Wendy wriggled off his lap, pouting at him. She gazed one last time at the 
big prick, then she turned and ran downstream. 

He went back toward camp, stopping at the place he'd seen Sunny getting the 
humping. The couple was gone. There were several people a long distance away 
near some thin trees, all quite naked, but he couldn't make out features. 
They seemed to be sunbathing. But the sun was going fast. 

When he arrived back at the camp, long shadows were crossing the hollow. He 
looked around for Lilli, but she was nowhere to be found. 

When he passed the Lajoie's car it seemed to be squeaking quietly. He looked 
inside furtively. Sunny Lajoie, stark naked, was squirming on the back seat, 
her mouth open in a twisting, sensuous but silent cry. Joe Sipes was 
crouched between her tanned legs, sucking her greedily, licking her cunt, 
slobbering. 

Pete went next to the Frane camp, remembering the lush Kate Frane ... and 
found Louie Lajoie there before him, curled up with her in a gorging 
sixty-nine. Kate was a frantic cocksucker. 

He went by the Sipes' camp, pausing as he heard a camp cot squeaking. 
Bessie's voice said, " ... an' your old man will bust your ass if he finds 
you suckin' around with them Webb boys, you hear?" 

"I dunno why," Dobie's petulant voice replied. "They don't hurt nothing." 

"He don't want you doin' all them fucking perversions, that's why. You might 
get to like it." 

"Then why do they let 'em come here?" 

"Because they just suck on each other, that's why. Now you stay away from 
them, you hear?" 

There was a sound of flesh striking flesh, a slap. Dobie said, "Oooo." 

Bessie said, "Get it in harder...." 

Slats and Sonia were having coffee in the mess hall. Pete drifted in. "Can I 
join you?" 

"Hell, yeh," Slats said. "You all fucked out?" 

Pete chuckled. He drew coffee into a mug and seated himself by the 
curvacious Sonia, managing to look down her bra. "Not yet," he said. "I got 
a couple pops left." 

"Then why the fuck don't you go out there and prong somebody?" 

Sonia giggled. "He's saving some for tonight." 

"Saving some for you," Pete corrected. "What happens tonight? Anything 
special?" 

"More of the same," Slats said cheerfully. He had a pleasant enough face, 
freckled and thin. "Sometimes we have a little bonfire and sit around till 
we get horny ... you know." 

"Is there a group orgy?" Pete asked. 

"Only if it happens," Sonia said. "I think three and foursomes is the most 
fun." 

"Sonia's a man-eater," Slats said reaching across the table, squeezing her 
left tit. "Has she had you yet?" 

Sonia giggled and shook her golden head. The ponytail bobbled. "No, I 
haven't." She blinked at Pete, "Well, not that way." 

"You're missing something," Slats promised. He motioned to Pete, "Sit on the 
table here, let 'er have a bite of it." 

"Oh, Slats! I couldn't do it here!" 

"Why not, for crissakes?" 

"What if a bunch of people came in while I'm doing it...." 

Slats grinned. "Hell, they'd line up for their turn with all their peckers 
sticking out." 

Sonia snickered. "Isn't he awful?" She batted her lashes at Pete. "We could 
go somewhere else." 

Pete leaned toward her. "Is this an invitation for a blow job?" 

She giggled, "Yeh, uh huh." 

Slats rose. "C'mon, we can go over to my place." 

Pete said, "Your wife's there with Lajoie." He rose and pushed his crotch at 
Sonia's face. She rubbed her cheek on his fly, feeling the hardness inside. 

Slats said, "That fuckin' Louie has been chasing Kate's pussy for a month. 
Is he licking it?" 

"Yeah." 

Slats said, "I think the fucker's lost something in it." 

"Maybe it tastes good." 

"It does all right," Slats said. He watched Sonia unzip Pete's pants and 
haul his pecker out. It disappeared into her mouth. "I thought you weren't 
gonna suck him off here?" 

Sonia sighed. She smacked her lips and put the prong back into his pants and 
zipped him up deftly. "Yeh, let's go." 

Slats took Soma's arm. "How come your husband likes to lick cunts so much?" 

"Just lucky, I guess," she said. 

It was dark outside, light enough to see a few yards, but too dark to make 
out details at any distance. Slats patted Soma's fanny. "Hell, baby, it's 
dark enough so's you can sit on the grass anywhere an' blow him." 

Sonia said, "Oh, Slats...." 

Pete said, "I don't mind, but why me? Haven't you got a pecker?" 

"Sure," Slats snickered, "but I doubt if I c'n get it up." He rubbed Sonia's 
ass again. "Baby here has been swinging on it for an hour. Haven't you, baby 
doll?" 

Sonia giggled. 

Pete slid his arm about her slender waist and turned her in the direction of 
the hammock he'd slept in. Slats was still roving his hand over her ass, 
under her mini. Pete hugged her and her hand crept over his thigh and 
grabbed Putzi through the cloth. He opened his pants and her hand dived 
inside to capture and fondle it. He felt for her jogging titties, rubbing 
them on after the other. Sonia was a lot of woman. He could tell that Slats 
was fingering her from the soft squishy sounds of her pussy. He looked, but 
he couldn't tell if she was holding Slat's cock in her other hand. 

There was no one in the hammock. Pete sat in the middle of it, his feet 
touching the ground. Sonia wasn't bashful. She got down in front of him, put 
her head in his crotch and was sucking the cock hard in a second. 

Slats sat down behind her, still feeling her. "Howzat feel, boy?" 

"Real groovy," Pete said, fondling her bobbing head. She was a pig for it; 
she could take more of the prick into her mouth than most, like Lilli, and 
she worked it over with her tongue. He smiled at the night, letting the 
warm, tingling sensations wash up and down his spine. Jesus, how many times 
had Lilli sucked him off? Hundreds? Having his cock in a girl's mouth 
reminded him of her ... he hadn't seen her for hours. 

Slats said, "Sonia don't get kicks from screwing, do you baby? I mean, 
suckin' a cock is what turns her on." 

She said, "Ohhhhh, Slats...." 

Pete pulled her mouth back to his meat. "Yeh, she told me." 

"Oh, you two been fucking around already?" 

"What if we have?" Sonia said. 

"I shoved it up her ass," Pete said. He yelped as she bit the cock. "Hey!" 

She said, "You don't have to tell every fucking thing you know...." 

Pete pushed her down again. "Suck my cock, cutie." 

She glared at him, but she licked it. Slat chuckled, playing in her cunt. 

Pete looked around when someone lit the fire. He had noticed a circular, 
rock-lined pit in front of the three buildings, the fire was in the shallow 
pit. He could see several black-silhouetted figures capering, some piling 
wood, some chattering. Someone turned on music and Sonia looked around, over 
her shoulder. "Oh, they've started a bonfire.... 

Slats got to his feet. "I think I'll go get a drink." He walked toward the 
fire. 

Sonia went back to the prick, licking it busily for a few moments, then she 
said, "Don't mind Slats, honey. Me'n Louie live almost next door to him and 
Kate. So we're together a lot." 

"I hear you Lajoies are suckin' fools." 

"What d'you think I'm doing now?" 

"Does Sunny get into the middle of your orgies, too?" 

She said, "Sometimes ... only they're not orgies. You can't call four in a 
bed an orgy, can you?" 

"Man, I could if Sunny was there. I am gonna fuck that little piece b'fore I 
leave here." 

Sonia sighed. "All the men are saying that ... she's just blossomed out the 
last year or so. You should see Slats at our house, like a kid after candy." 
She giggled. "He chases after Sunny as much as Louie chases Kate." 

"Yeh, everyone in this goddam camp's had her but me." 

"Well, honey, these are her friends. She's been fooling around with them 
since she was Wendy's age. Maybe you scared her." 

He chuckled, "I just showed her my cock." 

"Goodness-that shouldn't scare her." She sucked hard for a moment, "Come for 
me...." 

He said, "Ummmmmm," thinking of Lilli. They were dancing about the fire now, 
three of them, then a fourth, yelling and laughing. Where the hell was 
Lilli? 

Sonia jazzed the cock, "Come for me ... please...." 

The fire was lighting up the hollow, a good blaze. Pete could see Joe Sipes, 
capering, naked as sin, his cock flip-flopping. He was chasing a girl .:. 
was it Lilli? Joe was probably drunk, and liable to do anything to Lilli if 
he got his hands on her. 

He fondled Sonia's head. "Let's go over to the fire, huh?" 

"Come in my mouth first...." She was frigging him with her hand. 

He hated to pull his cock out of a lovely girl's mouth, but he got off the 
hammock despite her cries and entreaties and took the weenie from her. She 
began to swear at him. 

It was too long and stiff to go back into his pants, so he let it waggle. 
Sonia scrambled up and ran after him to grab it; he let her hang onto it. 

Halfway to the fire he could see others ... Tommy and Wendy ran by, tossing 
wood on the flames. He circled to avoid a naked couple threshing in the 
grass. The girl's legs were kicking in the air as the man pumped on her; he 
thought the girl was Kate. 

Joe Sipes was yelling and hanging onto Pearlie from behind, trying to jab 
his cock into her butt. She was laughing and wriggling her ass, and Pete 
realized they were both half drunk. Joe was naked and Pearlie's tits were 
bouncing out of her shirt. 

There was another naked couple, prancing about the fire, he had never seen 
before. The girl was a young, short and supple blonde with full, red-nippled 
breasts. She was doing an ass-bumping dance with young Dobie whose big prick 
was swinging like a pump-handle with balls. Every time they came together he 
poked it at her quim and she squealed, lifting her leg so he could rub the 
thing on her. 

Pete stopped suddenly to stare at her-and Sonia scuttled around in front of 
"him and began to suck hotly on the cock. 

The blonde's companion was a slim youngster with a little blonde moustache. 
He stood by the two dancers, patting at the blonde's ass when she came near, 
and drinking from a fifth of whisky. His big cock arched out and he was 
jazzing it with his fingers. 

He saw Bessie on the far side of the fire, being fondled by Slats. They were 
sharing a bottle and Slats was playing stink-finger in her bush, which she 
appeared to enjoy if her undulations were any evidence. Between drinks, 
Bessie batted Slat's cock around, but the thing remained half hard. Sonia 
must have drained his balls. 

Pete glanced at Pearlie who was screaming. Joe had caught her and was doing 
his best to hump her standing up. Pearlie was yelling that she wanted to 
turn around. 

He heard Wendy yelp-Bessie had caught the girl who had been running by. She 
held the naked Wendy in her big arms, laughing wildly as Slats lifted the 
girl's ass and rubbed his pecker on it. Tommy stood by and watched, a big 
grin on his face. Slats couldn't make it; he waved the bottle and swore then 
stepped aside. Bessie yelled something that Pete couldn't make out, and 
Tommy jumped at Wendy. He had a good erection. He grabbed the butt that 
Wendy stuck out for him, slid the cock up under her and began to fuck her 
furiously. Bessie roared, rubbing Wendy's back and Wendy grinned broadly, 
holding onto her mother. 

But Lilli wasn't at the bonfire. 

Joe had abandoned Pearlie and had run to the little blonde. Grabbing her 
about the waist, he rammed the cock at her ass. Dobie stopped and yelled at 
him. Joe yelled back, "Fuck off, kid...." He wrestled the blonde to her 
knees and poked the pecker into her. The girl didn't do anything to stop 
him. 

The boy with the blonde moustache came over and Joe pushed him away, fucking 
the blonde in a frenzy. She leaned on her hands and looked at the boy, her 
tongue in the corner of her mouth. 

The boy immediately went to Bessie and rubbed her ass. Bessie looked around, 
saw his cock and leaned forward, grinning. The boy crowded up behind her, 
felt down between them, then began to make coital movements. Bessie reached 
around, trying to pull him closer. 

Pete looked down. Sonia was sucking his balls. She had dragged his pants 
off; they were piled around his ankles, and she was frigging herself with 
flying fingers. 

Man, the party was getting into high gear. 

 CHAPTER FIFTEEN 

Pearlie wandered toward him, attracted by the fact that he was male. Then 
she saw who he was. Laughing, she threw herself into his arms and Sonia 
growled. She smelled of whisky; it was splashed on her shirt, her only 
garment. 

Pearlie bit his ear. "Hi Petey-fuck me, huh? Pearlie want'sa get booted." 

He said, "Where's Lilli?" 

"You c'n boot me in th'ass if you want, honey...." She put her bare leg up 
and Sonia pushed it away. He slapped her ass and she squealed in pleasure. 

"Where the fuck is Lilli?" 

It got through finally. "Lilli?" She giggled, "Ohhh, the lil cocksucker...?" 

"Yeh, the little cocksucker." 

Pearlie sighed, "She's with Frank-isn't she?" She kissed him. "Gimme a 
screw, huh, baby?" She scissored his hip and rubbed her pussy on it briskly. 
"Pearlie's hot!" 

"Pearlie's always hot," he said. "Where the fuck is Frank?" 

She bit his ear. "He's crazy t'get sucked off, you know." She whispered 
hoarsely, "Didjou know hi jacks off in my mouth, the son of a bitch?" 

"That's prob'ly what he's doing right now." Pete frowned at Frank's car. He 
hadn't thought to look there. He untangled himself from Pearlie and pulled 
his dick out of Sonia's mouth again. She screamed at him; Pearlie tried to 
follow him, tripped and fell, then lay in the grass fingering herself. Sonia 
crawled over and began to lick her quiff and Pearlie cooed. 

Pete walked to the car, naked from the waist down. His pants would be there 
on the grass in the morning. It was dark as an anus in a cellar inside the 
car, but someone was in there, he could hear the heavy breathing and the 
squishy sounds of a mouth on moist, tender flesh. All the windows were open 
and a sex smell drifted out. 

He opened the door and got into the front seat and lit a cigarette. In the 
match glow he could see Frank pushed into a corner of the back seat, his 
feet on the cushions. Lilli was sitting on the floor in front of him making 
a feast on his weenie. She smelled of jism. She looked around blearily at 
the sounds, her eyes were glassy. She was cockhappy and naked. She didn't 
know him till he spoke, then her face lighted up. 

Pete said, "Jesus, how long's she been blowing you?" 

Frank chuckled, "All afternoon-I can't get it hard anymore." 

In a small voice Lilli said, "I'm havin' fun, honey." 

He fondled her head and she went right back to the pecker. Pete asked, "How 
many other guys?" 

"Joe'n Louie and Dobie," Frank said. "She had a good time." 

"Dobie, too?" 

"Yeh, the kid come like a fucking gusher. Gimme a cigarette, huh? Mine are 
in the glove compartment. I don't wanna get up." 

Pete fished them out and tossed Frank the pack. Lilli seemed all right. As 
Frank had said, she had probably had a fine sucking time. He knew her well 
enough to know that if she didn't want to eat his dong she wouldn't do it. 
She wasn't protesting. 

"All right, you keep her to yourself, OK?" 

"Right," Frank said, caressing her dark head. "I tried to fuck 'er but she 
wouldn't let me." 

"Put 'er to bed when she gets tired." 

"Yeh, sure," Frank said. "Where's Pearlie?" 

Pete grinned. "Over by the fire getting her pussy licked." 

"Who, Kate or Bessie?" 

"Sonia Lajoie." 

"No kidding," said Frank. 

Pete slid out of the car and went looking for Sunny. He hadn't seen her by 
the bonfire. He drifted around the camp looking in cars. There seemed to be 
no one in any of them. 

The last place he looked was the Webb brothers camp. It didn't seem likely 
that Sunny would be screwing around with two homosexuals. But she was there. 

The brothers had raised an open tent, with a flap across to their car, as 
the Lajoies had done. There was a small campfire burning, and in its light 
Pete could see the foursome clearly. The flickering firelight picked out 
four naked, writhing bodies, all positioned head to tail, a double 
sixty-nine. One pair was the brothers, sucking each other with warm and 
loving rhythm, both hips moving sinuously. 

The other pair was Sunny and Louie Lajoie. Sunny was on top, straddling his 
mouth, swallowing his prong, masturbating it with greedy lips. 

Pete sat down on the grass, just out of the circle of light, and watched her 
blow him. Man, what a hunk of girl! Her full, heavy breasts wobbled and 
swayed as she went up and down on the pecker. He wondered why the Lajoies 
were playing games with the two fairy brothers. Maybe Louie was a cocksucker 
along with his other talents...? The Lajoies seemed to be mouth oriented. 
Pete handled his own big dingus, keeping it interested as he stared at her. 

He sat there for fifteen minutes watching her suck him. The two brothers 
came to a squirming, squealing climax, one after the other, shooting their 
all, and finally flopping like worn-out eels. Sunny continued to nurse the 
prick. 

The brothers sat up, after a bit, lighting cigarettes, slapping Sunny's 
round butt, urging her on. One of them-Pete couldn't tell them apartwriggled 
down and licked Louie's balls to help her out. She only giggled at him. 

Then Sunny came with Louie-at almost the same time. They heaved and jerked 
and Sunny couldn't contain the gobs of white jism that flowed down the cock 
like liquid lava. One of the boys gave a glad little cry and flung himself 
at it, licking wildly with Sunny, gobbling the stuff. Sunny was in the grip 
of her own orgasm and was helpless to prevent him taking the prick away from 
her and sucking it ... she made spasmodic efforts, but the raw sensations 
jerked and spasmed her. 

Pete, twenty feet away, could smell their success. 

Sunny rolled off her father then, and lay, belly up, still quivering. The 
boy still sucked Louie lazily and sweetly as he gradually subsided. 

The other boy moved around and dangled his prick in Louie's face. Louie 
accepted it into his mouth with seeming relish, and the boy cooed to him and 
caressed his dark head. 

Pete thought that Sunny had gone to sleep; but she sat up finally and gazed 
at the homosexual love. She found a cigarette and smoked it, and mopped her 
crotch. Grinning, she reached for the nearest boy's prick, but he avoided 
her, saying something that Pete could not catch. Sunny laughed, a tinkling, 
silver laugh. She stood and stretched, and Pete's cock got very hard. 

Slipping into sandals and a shirt, Sunny left them and walked toward her own 
camp. 

Pete was there when she arrived, grinning at her, completely naked. She 
said, "I've been wondering where you were...." 

He was surprised. "You were?" She was staring at his erection. 

"I'm sorry I was short with you earlier...." She came over and grabbed the 
prick and massaged it. "God, that's a big one!" 

All the fresh, innocent look that he had seen earlier was gone from her now. 
She had lust and wantonness in her face. Close up, he could smell the jism 
on her breath. She was rubbing the big cock on herself. He said roughly, 
"You wanna get fucked." 

"God, yeh, I want it." She dragged him toward the mat, pulling him by the 
pecker. She fell onto her back. 

"I wanna stick it up your ass." 

"No, I want it in my cunt!" 

He tried to flip her over but she fought him. 

She yelled, "Fuck me, you horsecock! Fuck me!" 

He paused, staring at her. He knelt in front of her, his pecker jutting out. 
She really wasn't the sweet young thing she usually seemed. It was amazingly 
hard for him to think of her as a wanton like Pearlie, even though he'd seen 
her sucking off guys and getting screwed in the grass ... she opened her 
legs and the coozie winked at him. 

She said, "Come on, stick it in, big boy...." 

"Suck on it, first." 

"Horseshit. I've been sucking cocks for hours. Now I wanna get screwed." 

Pete moved into her crotch and slapped her cunt with the pecker. She 
squirmed. "Shove it in me." 

He squished it up and down and around in her pussy and she giggled. Man, 
what a body! She humped her ass toward him suddenly trying to impale 
herself. She said, "Goddammit, if you won't fuck me, I'll find someone who 
will...." 

"Don't get your pussy all in a boil." He squished the knob of the cock 
inside her, pushed it in and pulled it out. It was fun to play in her. 

Sunny pouted her red lips and made kissing sounds. She wobbled her lush 
titties. "I never had so goddam much trouble getting fucked in my life!" 

Pete chuckled and shoved Putzi. He buried himself in tender girl flesh and 
Sunny's legs went up. She sucked in her breath and grabbed him around the 
waist. She pulled him down on her, strong legs went about him and she was 
fucking him in a frenzy, panting and straining. Her supple ass was 
revolving, humping and jerking. She hissed in his ear, "Ohhhhh, fuck me, 
fuck me, fuck me...." 

She was strong as hell. Pete rode with the storm, driving the cock into her, 
enjoying the luscious feel of her. She was silky and warm, tantalizing as 
anyone he had ever screwed. They rolled around on the mat, first on their 
sides, on his back, squirming and screwing in a riotous sex-trip. Sunny bit 
his ear in a passionate gyration. "Oh, you motherfucker, you got the best 
goddam prick I ever had in me!" 

He said, "You little bitch, I've been wanting to fuck you all day." 

"Why didn't you come an' do it?" 

"You didn't act like you wanted it. I thought I'd have to slug you." 

She groaned, "And me out screwing that damned Dobie." 

"What's wrong with him?" 

"Oh, he's got a prick, honey, but he don't know how to really fuck a girl 
... and he's just a boy." 

"Yeh? Who told you that?" She giggled, "But I guess it's true enough." 

He got on her and began to work it in steadily and slowly using long 
drawn-out strokes and shoving it in deep. She squirmed and moaned 
deliciously, loving it. She licked into his ear, whispering, "Ohhhhh, I 
wanna go to sleep just like this...." 

"Just like this?" 

"Yeah, an' I want that thing to stay hard all night." 

He asked, "You ever fuck all night?" 

"Hell, yes," she giggled, "I'm sixteen, for crissakes." 

"Tell me about Joe." 

She said, "Ummmmm. Joe's a real crazy. I've know him since I was about six 
or seven ... we started coming here to the camp then." 

"The old nudist camp?" 

"Yeah, just nudist, no screwing parties or anything." She giggled, 
"Everybody would lay around naked, and the guys would get hard ons and go 
into the woods an' jack-off. Of course, there was plenty of fucking going on 
but no one was s'posed to know it. Joe took me out in the woods the first 
time I came here. He gave me the old build-up, telling me I was pretty an' 
that stuff, then he started feeling me and getting me to feel him. Then 
pretty soon he got down and licked my pussy. Joe's got a tongue about a foot 
long. I went ape for that stuff." 

"And you still do." 

She looked at him for a second, tongue in the corner of her mouth, "Yeah, I 
still do." She closed her eyes for a moment. "Ummm, that pecker feels like 
it's a yard long...." 

"When did Joe start fucking you?" 

"Well, he tried to get it in me that first day, only it was too big. He 
could get the head of it, sort of, but that's all. He liked her to sit on 
his lap and jack him off. I was eight or nine before he could get it all in 
me." 

"Yeh? I was twelve before I fucked a girl." 

"Well, I'm over-sexed, you know ... like Louie and Sonia. I woke up every 
morning with somebody's finger in me-if it wasn't mine it was one of 
theirs." She slapped his butt. "Do it a little faster." 

"Are you gonna come?" 

"In a minute ... can you hold back?" 

"Why?" 

"We could sixty-nine for a while if you want. I'll make you come that way." 

"OK." He intended to ... but he couldn't hold back at all. When she popped 
her rocks it was too exciting. He had held back for a long time ... all 
through Sonia's mouth-fuck, and while waiting for Sunny to finish off Louie. 
Now when she came, he blew it, too. 

It fountained, spurting in great gobs as he gasped and rolled with her. 
Sunny cried out in pain-pleasure, jerking and gyrating wildly in her 
sex-passion. She had a well-developed sense of orgasm. She came from her 
toes, convulsing like a mad thing. Bells sounded and weird lights went off 
and on in his head. It was as exciting as watching the archbishop jacking 
off. 

And it lasted for a month while they twisted and churned, throbbing genitals 
together, kissing, panting-then finally writhing together languorously. She 
whispered, "Your cock's still hard...." 

"It'll go down in a little while." 

She sighed, disappointed, and he laughed soundlessly. 

Sunny was a hell of a fuck. 

 CHAPTER SIXTEEN 

The short, stacked blonde that Joe Sipes had plugged in the butt by the 
bonfire turned out to be named Rosie, and her boyfriend was Willie. They 
lived together and worked in the same factory. 

Pete staggered out of Sunny's tent, bare ass naked, and went back to the 
bonfire, meeting Slats on the way. Slats filled him in. "She's a crazy, 
fuck-happy little puss who never got enough that I know of. She's been 
coming here for a couple years with Willie." 

Slats was loaded, but he carried his liquor well, hardly slurring his words 
at all. He was heading for the mess hall and another bottle. 

Joe Sipes was drunk, not falling down, but pissy-assed. He had cornered 
Wendy and hauled her to the grass and was trying to get his prick in her. 
Pete knelt by them, hearing Wendy's voice, but the girl was mostly annoyed. 

"It isn't hard," she told Pete. She pounded on Joe's head with her little 
fist. "You can't get it in me, you stupid schmuck!" 

Pete hauled him off the girl and he snarled and fought. But Wendy quickly 
rolled away, snickering, out of his reach. Joe thought she was someone else 
... didn't he? 

Wendy went away, looking for Tommy. 

He found Dobie, Bessie and Kate half asleep in the Sipes' bed, with Dobie on 
top of Kate. 

In the mess hall he found Rosie, Willie and Sonia getting loaded from Slat's 
bottle. The party was winding down. He went in and had a quick snort with 
them, and Rosie handled his cock hopefully, but no soap. Putzi had had it 
for the night. It would have been fun to fuck her, too. 

Frank had made their beds, and they were all asleep, Frank, Pearlie and 
Lilli. He crawled in behind Lilli and she didn't even stir. 

Everyone slept till noon the next day, Sunday. A few like Louie Lajoie and 
the Webb twins, slept till after one. Louie woke up between the two boys and 
was buggered before breakfast. 

They all had circles under their eyes, even Sunny. 

Joe announced that the swimming pool was OK to swim in-he had put something 
in the water when they arrived-and Pete washed up to the sound of splashes 
and yells. It was a warm day. 

He walked in that direction, the pool was at the end of the hollow, to find 
the entire Sipes family and all the Lajoies, swimming nude. 

Rosie was sitting on the edge of the pool, sunning herself, and every now 
and then Joe would swim to her and lick her twat as she giggled. Someone 
said something to him, and Joe yelled, "She loves it...." 

She certainly opened her legs each time he came near. 

Kate and Pearlie made breakfast, with help from Lilli, and set out the 
plates. Vernon and Vance Webb, in little white bikini briefs with their 
initials sewn on in red, helped in the kitchen. Vernon made the coffee, 
lisping that he was the best cocksucking coffee maker in the place. Everyone 
agreed. 

Pete asked him, "You mind being called a cocksucker?" 

"Jesus, that's what I am, doll," Vernon replied. "You wanna see?" 

"Maybe," Pete said, winking at Lilli; Vernon gave him a long, lingering look 
tinged with hope. 

When the breakfast bell was rung, the entire group at the swimming pool came 
across the hollow, stark naked, into the mess hall. Joe had a hard on. 

Vance Webb said, "Oh, you doll, come on around back with me...." Joe looked 
at the boy speculatively, but he didn't go. Pete was slightly surprised. 

Joe said, "If I go with you, I stick it up your ass." 

Vance pantomimed taking off his brief shorts. "Oh God, I can't wait...." 

They all laughed. Joe sat down at a table, grinning at the faggot. "Come on 
out to the pool. I'll show you some underwater tricks." 

Vernon said, "Did you say 'tricks' or 'pricks'?" 

"Eat your fucking breakfast," Bessie said. "Dobie, get your hand off your 
cock." 

"I was just scratching it, for crissake." 

"Don't you swear at your mother!" Bessie shook a finger at him. "This's 
Sunday." 

"I hope to hell we're not going to church," Wendy said. 

Joe sighed, "Your ma's got a wild hair in her pussy." 

"The fuckin' church would fall down," Dobie said. 

Louie Lajoie said, "Does anyone want to go bird watching in the woods?" 

"Watch 'em do what?" 

Tommy said to Wendy, "Do birds screw?" 

She made a face, "Of course not, they lay eggs, stupid." 

Pete finished his breakfast and took his coffee cup outside, with Lilli. His 
arm about her shoulders, they strolled across the grass. "Did you like it 
here?" 

She said, "Yeah, it was fun. Are we going back tonight?" 

"We have to. Shit, I hate to think about hittin' the road again." 

They walked toward the swimming pool after going to the crapper together. 
Lilli wore a thin blouse and a mini, nothing else ... most everyone was 
partially dressed. He wore a shirt and the jeans he'd left in the grass. He 
saw Sunny come out of her tent, perfectly naked, and stand in the sun to 
comb her hair. She saw them and waved. 

Pete said, "I oughta go over there and screw that...." 

Lilli giggled. She reached for his fly, grasping Putzi and squeezing. 
"You're not even hard." 

"That pussy would make anyone hard in a second." He stared at Sunny. Even at 
that distance she looked delectable; red nipples staring back. Someone moved 
through the trees toward her, and when he came into the sunlight, Pete saw 
it was Slats. 

Slats went up behind Sunny. He put his arms about her and the nipples 
disappeared. Then one hand slid down to her crotch. 

Lilli said, "You're too late." She kept squeezing the pecker. "You still 
want to go on to the coast?" 

"Yeh. It's the best bet once we get there." He watched Slats pull Sunny down 
to the ground. They both disappeared from view-then Sunny's legs came up, 
bent at the knees. He could barely make out a moving, bare ass between them; 
he sighed, knowing how it felt to cream her. 

Lilli hugged him. "Lemme suck it for you." 

He grunted, "Yeh, sure ... we'll sit down over there." He pointed vaguely 
toward the pool. 

Lilli said, "Honey...." 

"Yeah?" 

"There's something I gotta tell you." 

"What?" He looked at her, curious about the tone of her voice. She was 
serious. 

"Frank wants me to stay here with him." 

Pete stopped short. "Huh?" 

Her lashes fluttered. "That's what he said. He wants me to hide out till you 
go on." 

He was almost speechless. Angry. "The creep son of a bitch!" 

She let him get used to the idea, waiting patiently. 

He said, "The fuckin' sonofabitch! He wants you and Pearlie both? He got two 
pricks or something?" 

"He says he'll get rid of Pearlie." 

Pete blew out his breath, anger passing. Frank didn't have Lilli-and 
wouldn't get her. She wouldn't have told him otherwise. Frank must not know 
how long Lilli had been eating on Putzi ... she liked that diet. 

She rubbed his shoulder, smiling slightly. "He likes what I do to him, I 
guess." 

"Yeh. I shouldn't have let you blow him. Some shits you just can't trust 
outa your sight." 

"He told me not to tell you----" 

Pete hugged her and rubbed her ass lightly. "He don't know us, huh, cutie? 
You stay offa his cock from now on, hear?" 

"Of course, honey." 

"You're my girl, you dig? Fuck him. I mean, screw the bastard ... who needs 
him?" 

"I won't blow him anymore." 

"Yeh ... right!" He hugged her and they strolled on toward the pool. Shit, 
it was awful the way some bastards couldn't be trusted. Trying to steal a 
crazy little cocksucker away ... how goddamn low could a guy get? Shit, 
Lilli was all he had. So Frank stumbled across a great piece and wanted it 
for himself. Pearlie didn't suck that bad ... the guy was just tired of the 
stuff he got at home. He wondered how he would react on seeing Frank again. 
It was going to be difficult to smile at the son of a bitch. He ought to 
warn Pearlie what a shit-fink she lived with ... was married to. 

They paused near the pool, and Lilli hugged him, knowing how he felt. Joe 
was in the water with several girls-Rosie, Kate and Sonia Lajoie. He had 
them all at one end, like a harem. 

Willie was stretched out in the sun at the other end. 

Pete sniffed. "Lookit that goddam Joe. He's screwed every girl in camp." He 
looked at Lilli and she giggled. 

"Yeah, me, too." 

He said, "What about Dobie?" 

"He's only a kid," Lilli said. "I let him do it because of Joe...." 

"Whatcho mean?" 

"Joe took me into his tent, and Dobie and Wendy were there, too. He had 
Wendy jazzing Dobie...." 

"Jackin' him off?" 

She nodded. "Yeah. She likes that. Anyway, she got him good'n hard and he 
put it in me. Joe kept slapping his ass while he did it." 

Pete sniffed. "That fuckin' Wendy is as bad as Joe." 

"Uh huh. Last night she wanted to lick me." 

"Man, these Sipeses are some bunch." Pete shook his head. He stared at Joe 
who had pushed Kate up against the wall of the pool with the other two 
around him. Kate's knees came up out of the water on either side of his 
body. There was no doubt of the action even though they were both shoulder 
deep in the pool. The other two girls were laughing and crowding close. 

He rubbed Lilli's butt. "Did you let 'er lick you?" 

Lilli giggled. "A little while...." 

They went past the pool and strolled into the trees; it was cool and shady, 
smelled of pine. Bees buzzed, ignoring them on interminable rounds. Blue and 
pink flowers nodded lazily in the sun. 

He thought about tomorrow. The cops had probably given up the chase ... what 
evidence did they have anyway? He had covered their tracks very well. He'd 
steal some other plates for the car and they'd go on, staying off the main 
highways. Unless they did something stupid, they'd reach the coast with no 
trouble. There was only one thing ... dough. They had to have more dough. 

He ran his hand under Lilli's mini absently, and rubbed bare, silky flesh. 
She squirmed and grinned at him. 

Hearing the step, Pete turned. Willie was approaching them, a grin on his 
young face. He tugged at his little blonde moustache. "Hi," he was looking 
at Lilli. 

"Hi," Pete said. 

"I missed you last night," he said to Lilli. He winked at Pete. "I hear 
she's something special." 

"I am?" Lilli said. 

Pete indicated the pool. "If you wanna get fucked, that's pussy in the pool 
there. Nice'n tender." 

Willie said, "I hear you're a crazy cocksucker." 

Lilli's eyebrows lifted and Pete said, "She don't like to be called a 
cocksucker, pal." 

"Oh-well, I apologize." Willie grinned and scratched his brown head; he 
looked at her half bare titties then rubbed the front of his jeans 
suggestively. "How about if we take a walk, you'n me?" 

Lilli leaned against Pete and looked up at him. Pete asked her, "Do you 
wanna?" He was caressing her bare ass, one finger up in her cleavage ... it 
was wet in there. The finger slid over her rosebud and stroked cunt lips. 

She looked at Willie, licking her red lips, and he moved closer, smiling. He 
was several inches taller than she. His hands came up and curled about her 
breasts, moulding them and fondling them. He said, "Honey, you gimme a 
terrible big hard on." 

Lilli's hand went up, sliding up his leg and cupping his bulge. Pete sighed; 
Lilli wanted him, all right. The guy had used an argument that Lilli found 
difficult to refuse. He had brought her a hard cock. 

Pete said, "Let's go over and sit in the shade." 

"Yeah," Willie said. He stood under the tree and pushed his jeans off. He 
was naked from the waist down and his cock jutted out thick and meaty. He 
put his back against the tree, his knees well apart with feet flat on the 
grass, waiting. 

Lilli didn't even hesitate. She sat in front of him and ducked her head; she 
took the length of the pecker into her mouth. Willie said, "Oh Jesus!" His 
blue eyes were round and large. 

"Whassamatter?" Pete said, sitting by him. 

"I thought she was gonna bite it off." 

Lilli chuckled, sucked hard, up and down, up and down. Willie watched as 
though hypnotized. 

Putzi felt hard, caged. Pete unzipped and took the long prick out, letting 
it stand up in the world. Lilli quickly swiveled and ducked her head over 
it, sucking it hard. Then she went back to Willie's, but kept a fist about 
Putzi. 

Lighting a cigarette, Pete relaxed and watched her work on the two pricks. 
He was seeing her change in moments from a casual stroller to a sensual, 
cock-happy broad. He had seen the same transformation many times but always 
with himself on the receiving end. It was a kick to see how Willie reacted 
to a real cocksucker. She had him slithery in a moment, twitching and 
jerking under her crazy ministrations. Nobody could suck like Lilli. 

No wonder that cockhead creep Frank wanted to steal her. 

He smelled the prick-fragrance, noting that Willie was already beginning to 
breathe hard. She was lightly jazzing one cock while she mouthfucked the 
other, then changing off. 

Pete could hear distant shouts from the pool, and then in a moment he saw a 
naked figure flitting through the trees behind Willie. Another figure was 
chasing the first ... in a few seconds Wendy came up to them, eyes wide, not 
expecting to see them. 

"Oh ... I didn't know anyone was here...." She was stark naked, and wet from 
the pool. Tommy came running up behind her, and slid to a stop, staring at 
the erotic act. His cock was hard as Willie's. Lilli merely glanced at them 
and continued her work. 

"Howdy, cutie," Pete said, unruffled that his big prick was being massaged. 

Wendy giggled and slid down onto her knees, staring at them. 

Willie said, "Hey, you kids get the fuck outa here...." 

Wendy said, "Balls...." She batted her lashes at Pete. "We wanna watch you 
come." 

"Be my guest," Pete said. 

Willie growled, "These fuckin' kids are too goddam smart nowadays...." He 
stared at Wendy's hairless pussy. 

Pete laughed at him. Willie was just nervous. 

He was not a hell of a lot older then them. Tommy sat beside Wendy and her 
little hand went out and fingers curled around his cock and fondled it. It 
was done so naturally she seemed almost to be unaware of what she was doing. 

"How the hell can I concentrate on booting it with this cocksuckin' 
audience?" Willie said. 

Tommy snickered, "I'm not a cocksucker." 

Wendy made a face. "I'm not saying anything." 

"All right," Willie sighed, knowing his argument had failed. "Let's have a 
party. Hey kid, whyn't you grab yourself a screw?" 

Wendy giggled and jazzed the cock in her hand. "Yeh, come on, screw me." 

"Sure," Tommy said unconcernedly. He pushed her onto her back and crawled 
adeptly between her slim legs. 

Pete said, "The old missionary position." 

Tommy grinned at him and inserted his penis. Wendy bucked upward and the 
meat went into her. She slid her legs about his body and said, "Push ... 
push hard...." 

He pushed hard, burying it, and began to make coital lunges. Lilli looked 
around at them for a few seconds, grinning. Then went back to her two 
pricks. Tommy began to fuck Wendy hard and fast. She giggled at Pete, 
"Oooooo, that's good...." 

Willie was beginning to squirm. Lilli concentrated on him, gorging on the 
throbbing meat. 

Wendy said, "I bet he's gonna come...." 

 CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 

Willie held out for almost a minute-and then boiled over. He groaned, jerked 
spasmodically and his brown head rolled and tossed. Lilli sucked him hard, 
frigging the. cock with busy fingers, milking it expertly. 

Wendy hissed, "Lookit him gasp...." 

Tommy was humping her industriously. "Why don't you boot it, for crissakes?" 

She said, "Jeez, I already come about twelve times t'day." She slapped his 
bare butt. "Keep doin' it...." 

Lilli sucked the juice out of him and Willie continued to moan and squirm, 
panting as though he'd run across the hollow. 

You got your cock sucked off, Pete thought. He hoped the guy would get lost 
now. Lilli sucked him for several minutes after the jism was gone, but 
abandoned the peter then for Pete's virile, rampant organ. Willie flopped on 
his back, still twitching. 

Rosie and Bessie came through the trees then, naked from the pool, and 
stopped short on seeing them. Rosie blinked at her boyfriend, Willie, noting 
his recently drained prong. "So here you are...." 

Wendy said, "Hi, Ma." 

"You're having a party, huh?" Bessie said, ignoring her daughter. She moved 
her hips suggestively so all their eyes went to her naked bush. "It looks 
like us girls'll have to play with ourselves." 

Pete said, "Don't look at me for your fun!" He pulled Lilli up into his lap, 
hugging her. It was amusing the way Rosie went over to Willie and fingered 
his limp pecker, letting it drop back onto his belly. Then she giggled at 
Tommy, patting his undulating buttocks, watching him chum the greased piston 
into Wendy, as Wendy grinned at her. 

Bessie said, "C'mon, honey, let's go suck off or somethin'." She squeezed 
Rosie's bare tits and the two wandered off into the trees. 

Pete moved to put his back against a tree trunk and lifted Lilli's leg so 
she straddled him. She tucked Putzi into herself and bounced on it, hugging 
him. It was a very pleasant interlude. 

Tommy finished fucking Wendy, the two of them squirmed like brown puppies, 
little tanned asses bucking and heaving. Wendy grinned at him over Tommy's 
back, slapping the boy's butt, her face flushed with the rutting fun she was 
having. 

When Tommy got off her he slid down instantly and began to lick the little, 
smooth cunt. Wendy flopped on her back and twitched while he did it, mouth 
open, panting. It was done so matter-of-factly that Pete realized they must 
do it constantly. He watched fascinated as Tommy seemed to be trying to suck 
the jism out of her. 

Lilli could feel his cock swelling inside her. She took his face in both 
hands, licking his mouth, "Don't you come in me...." 

He promised. 

Tommy kept sliding two fingers into Wendy, and licking them off. He even put 
his still-hard cock in her and jazzed her with it, then went back to licking 
her. After about five minutes he put the cock in her once more, then moved 
over and lowered it into her mouth. Wendy sucked it clean. 

Then the two of them jumped up laughing and chased back to the pool. Pete 
watched them go, sighing. 

He lifted Lilli off the cock, "Make me come, cutie...." 

She settled down in his crotch and began to feed on her favorite meat. 

The weekend was rolling to a close. They had a last, rather quick meal in 
the mess hall, then gear was packed, tents folded, and goodbyes said. 

Joe had to be hauled out of the Lajoie camp by main force, Sunny's legs had 
to be pried from around him. Pete went from one to the other, shaking hands, 
kissing the girls. Wendy looked strange to him in a dress; Kate kissed him 
saying, "Darling did we fuck at all?" He couldn't remember. 

Frank tried to maneuver Lilli into the front seat of the car with him, but 
Lilli managed to make it look as though she hadn't noticed the invitation 
and slid in back with Pete. 

Frank was grumpy on the drive back. Pearlie chattered, mostly about Joe ... 
how he'd gone about trying to bugger everyone, and even spent an hour or two 
with the queer Webb boys. She had seem him, she swore, with his cock in 
Wendy, which didn't surprise Pete. Joe wasn't the best hung, and Wendy was 
bound to loosen up with all the pronging she got. Perhaps he should have 
tried it once more himself. Pearlie concluded with, "My pussy's sore ... but 
it was fun." She looked at them in the back. 

Lilli nodded and said that it had been. Pete thought again that she looked 
pale. He urged her to sleep, and got her to cuddle up, putting her head on 
his chest. She must have sucked up a quart from Frank alone. 

It was black dark when they arrived at the Griffey's home. They quickly 
unloaded the car, and again Frank tried to maneuver Lilli alone. Saying 
nothing, Pete out-maneuvered the other. Frank expected them to stay the 
night-as did Pearlie. Frank obviously had ideas of getting to Lilli during 
the night. 

But Pete had had an hour to sit in the dark of the car and make plans. 

Pete said to them, "I'm anxious to get started. It's still early, I think 
we'll drive to Blake's Landing tonight and stay there, and go on west in the 
morning." He could see that Lilli was surprised, but she didn't object. 

Pearlie thought that he was crazy, and Frank objected hotly. 

But Pete wouldn't be turned. He kissed Pearlie, shook hands with Frank, put 
Lilli in the car and they went. 

A block away Lilli laughed, "Did you see the look on Frank's face?" 

"Yeh. He thought he was gonna get another blow tonight. You musta sucked him 
silly." 

She cuddled up to him. "Let's not talk about him." 

He told her then that he had it all worked out. Instead of going west to the 
river, and Blake's Landing, they would go back the way they had come, for an 
hour or two, then turn south. "Just in case Frank gets vindictive." 

At the first town he stole another set of license plates. By dawn they were 
hundreds of miles from where Frank might expect them to be-just in case. 
They went into a little motel, bought some food, then slept till noon the 
next day. By that evening they were well south of Wichita. 

Pete kept Lilli fed, and insisted that she curl up in the back to rest and 
sleep. She began to protest, "I feel fine. Stop babying me...." 

When it got dark she crawled into his lap, got Putzi out and began to nurse 
it. She sucked on it for about fifty miles. Then they stopped in a shabby 
little burg and parked the car off the main drag. Lilli finished blowing him 
and they got out and had dinner in a small, steamy cafe. 

There was one run-down hotel in the town, Montclair, where they got a room. 
Lilli got into the tub. Pete went out to steal fresh license plates about 
midnight. 

He had just put them on the car and was heading back to the hotel when the 
two cops caught him in the spotlight. "Hey you-up agin the wall there." 

Pete was scared to death. How the hell had they found him? He put his back 
to the wall of a store building as they directed; they looked him over, told 
him to turn around, "Han's on the wall, feet back...." They patted him down 
and found nothing at all. 

"I tole you," one said, with satisfaction in his voice, "this'un's a vag. 
Ain't got a fuckin' dime." 

He had left all the money they had in the motel room. He debated with 
himself, as they drove him away in a prowl car, whether or not to mention 
that. The cops were probably looking for a guy and a girl. They must know 
about Lilli by now. They'd be stupid not to, and Pete knew cops weren't 
stupid. They probably had Lilli's description. He'd better not mention his 
money in the hotel room. 

By the time they arrived at the jail he had a story. The two cops gave him 
to another man who took him inside a gray barn-like building and booked him 
casually. Vags were evidently a dime a dozen in Montclair. They didn't take 
his prints, they only asked him his name and where he was from. 

How the hell could he get a message to Lilli?" 

The jailer was a man named Dakins, a short, dull-eyed man with a perpetual 
sneer. Dakins took over after he was booked. Dakins gave him another frisk, 
taking his time about the genital region, handling, patting, and handling 
again. Pete had a hard on from it. Dakins even opened his pants and handled 
bare skin. 

"I gotta be sure you ain't got nothing in there." 

"I got plenty," Pete said. 

Dakins said, "Yeah, boy, you got a nice one." He let Pete zip up 
reluctantly. "Folia me." He pointed to the dirty steel door. "Through there 
an' over to the left. You gotta take a shower." 

Dakins hollered for Lloyd. "Putcher cock back in yer pants an' come on out 
here." 

The shower room was a square, cement stall, room for a half-dozen men, three 
nozzles. Dakins said, "Get under the water, boy." He watched Pete undress. 

Lloyd entered while Pete was soaping. The water was lukewarm, pissing out of 
the wall. 

Lloyd said, "This'un's hung, huh, Chet?" 

Pete waggled his cock for them. Dakins sneered and went back through the 
steel door. Lloyd stood waiting, a smile on his face. Lloyd was tall, 
skinny, with big ears. He was bald and bright eyed. He gave Pete a little 
gray towel and shut off the water. 

Then he moved in and grabbed Pete's cock. "I gotta check you for clap, 
mister." Pete submitted to a short-arm. Lloyd milked the prick down a 
half-dozen times, stooping to inspect it very carefully. The thing grew in 
his hands-Pete couldn't prevent it. 

Lloyd liked it to grow bigger. He smiled, handling it almost excitedly. Then 
he knelt and took it into his mouth, sucking hard. 

Pete yanked it back and stepped away. "Hey, the law says I gotta let you do 
that?" 

Lloyd remained on his knees, glaring at him, reaching for the prong. "You 
gets better treatment, mister." 

"You wanna fuck my ass, too?" 

Lloyd smiled. "Yeh." 

Pete looked at the guy. Lloyd was a cocksucking homo, but that bit about 
better treatment was interesting. Maybe Lloyd would take a message to Lilli 
for him-if he cooperated. "Better treatment?" 

The assistant jailer nodded, his eyes on the stiff cock. "Better eats...." 

Pete stepped forward and pushed his cock into Lloyd's mouth. "How long'm I 
in for?" 

"Couple days, prob'ly...." Sucking noises. Lloyd held the bare hips and 
mouthed the prick furiously. It was as though he'd had nothing to eat for 
weeks. 

"Can you get a message outa here-to someone?" 

Lloyd nodded, licking hotly. 

The steel door squeaked and Dakins' voice yelled, "G e t c h e r mouth offa 
that prick and sling 'em in the fuckin' cell!" 

Pete looked at the short jailer. Dakins was sore-did Dakins want him, too? 

Lloyd jumped. He got to his feet, cursing under his breath. "Putcher clothes 
on----" 

Under Dakins' brooding eye Pete went through another door, led by Lloyd, 
into the cell area. The jail had once been a feed and grain warehouse, 
renovated by a parsimonious county and made into a jail, many years ago. It 
was an old-fashioned carcel and had been painted last in the twenties. It 
was crumbling, mouldy and smelly. It smelled of jism and piss and sweat ... 
probably in that order. 

There were eight cells in all, four on each side of a wide walkway. The 
ceiling was low and the bars went from floor to ceiling, enclosing each cell 
and its single door. There were no solid walls except for the four walls of 
the building. 

There were five men in the cells. 

Lloyd told him to stand in the middle of the walkway while he unlocked the 
cell. Pete stared around. It was after two in the morning ... and yet three 
of the men were awake, staring at him. One was directly across from the cell 
Lloyd was unlocking, a thin-faced kid. He was standing at the side bars, the 
bars between his cell and the first. He was naked, his cock sticking through 
the bars; the guy in the first cell was sucking it. 

Neither one of them minded his looking on. The thin-faced kid merely nodded. 
Pete nodded back. The third man awake was masturbating. 

Lloyd went in the cell with him, ducked down quickly and was sucking him 
convulsively, almost before Pete realized it. Pete looked across the cells. 
The kid grinned. The guy who was jacking off, in the cell to his right, sat 
up on his bunk to watch ... still playing with himself. He said to Lloyd, 
"Leave some for me...." 

But Lloyd only mouthed him for about five minutes, then, afraid of Dakins' 
anger, went out and locked the cell. He moved to the next cell and said to 
the masturbator, "Stick your pecker through, Billy." 

Billy grinned, and came to the bars nearest Pete. "Lemme have that thing, 
huh ... lemme suck it f'you." 

Pete flopped on the bunk. "I'm tired." Lloyd grinned evilly. "C'mere, Billy, 
goddammit." 

Billy went to the jailer and leaned his belly against the bars. His cock 
pushed through between them and Lloyd knelt, sucking the thing steadily. 
Billy looked around at Pete and shrugged. 

Billy said, "There ain't nothing t'do in this fucking jail but suck cocks 
an' jack off." 

The thin-faced kid said, "Amen, preacher." 

 CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 

Lilli would be worried, not knowing what had happened to him. And there 
wasn't a fucking thing he could do about it. He stared at the ceiling, 
barely listening to the low moans as Billy lost his wad to Lloyd ... and as 
the thin-faced kid lost his. 

He drifted off to sleep and woke in the morning to a chorus of coughing, 
growling, assorted swearing and a metallic banging on steel bars as Lloyd 
went along the cells with a tin cup. 

"All right, you lovelies, turn loose o' your cocks ... time to hit the 
deck...." 

Pete sat up in the bunk, stretching. He asked Billy, "What happens now?" 

"Breakfast. What's your name? What you in for?" 

"Pete. They grabbed me for vag. I was just broke, that's all-just got into 
town." 

"Yeh, very shitty. This a great town." 

Everyone was awake, yawning and snorting. Two guys on the far side were 
pissing. Billy said, "That's Hoppy, the guy on the left end. Chip's in the 
middle, and Toothy on the right." 

"Hi," Pete said, "I'm Pete." 

"How you like t'bend over?" Hoppy asked. "Come over here at noontime." 

Toothy stood at the bars, grinning toothlessly. He wasn't old, he looked to 
be thirty, but he had no teeth at all. He was skinny and had a face like a 
crab apple. Opening his mouth wide, he showed them his gums, "I'm a 
gumraer," he announced, "I gum the fuckin' juice outa you, boy ... ah gum 
you better'n you ever been gummed...." 

Hoppy said, "He a goddam cocksucker." 

"Yeh I am," Toothy said. "Stick you cock through the bars an' see." 

"Oh, shut up, Toothy," Chip said. "I'm tired o' that song." 

Pete dressed slowly. Chip was very young, less than twenty, he guessed. He 
was lean and whipcord wiry with straight, brown hair, he looked like a tough 
kid. He had a wise, fox face. 

Hoppy was slightly older, shorter and pale as though he had lived in a 
cellar. His hair was thinning and blonde. 

Billy, in the cell next to him, was different from the others, Pete thought. 
Billy looked soft. He had a soft face and soft hands; he had doe eyes and 
wavy hair. He looked like a hundred fags Pete had seen. Billy had girlish 
ways. 

Billy came to the bars between their cells, staring at him. Billy said, "I'm 
glad they put you here-we'll be friends, won't we, huh?" 

Chip said, "You be his friend if you let 'im suck your prick, pal." 

"Oh, shut your face," Billy snapped, and Chip snickered. 

The steel door squeaked open and Lloyd backed in pulling a wheeled table. It 
held bread, milk, coffee and cereal. 

"Isn't there a place to eat?" Pete asked. 

Billy said, "Yeh, but not for breakfast. They don't let us outa the cells 
till noon." 

"I wanna talk t'you," Lloyd said to Pete. "In a minute...." He served the 
food efficiently, going from cell to cell, exchanging wise cracks, patting 
butts. Pete realized that Lloyd enjoyed this job. He chatted as though it 
was a church social. When everyone had coffee and a bowl, Lloyd came back to 
Pete's cell and beckoned him. Lloyd glanced around as though not wanting the 
others to hear. 

When Pete came close, Lloyd's hand sneaked through the bars and rubbed 
Pete's pecker as he whispered. "Dakins gonna want to see you later...." 

"Yeh? Why?" Pete let the guy feel it. Information was precious. Lloyd got 
himself a good handful of cock. 

"I tell you sumpin if you treat me right...." 

"What's that mean, treat you right?" Pete asked warily. 

Lloyd simpered, "Lemme fuck you, thass what it means. When Dakins goes out 
to lunch-he don't eat jail food." 

Pete frowned. "All right-but you gotta take me a message to the hotel." 

"Sure, I do that. That's nothin'." Lloyd's pig eyes were bright and eager. 

"Get me a sheet of paper an' an envelope." 

"Yeh, yeh, yeh...." Lloyd squeezed the pecker. "You do it then?" 

Pete nodded. "OK What you gonna tell me?" 

"Dakins is gonna tell you that he can keep you here a month if you don't 
come across...." 

"Jesus, he wants to fuck me, too?" 

Lloyd giggled. "Hell, yeh. He's the biggest ass-fucker in this here county." 
Lloyd made a quick gesture over his shoulder. "He fucked ever' one o' these 
guys. Bends 'em over his office desk. I seen him do it." 

"But he can't keep me here?" 

Lloyd shook his head. "Not now, he can't. There's a county investigation 
this week, routine. You on the sheet, so you be sprung in two days. Nothin' 
Dakins can do about it. Jailer Whinders on the morning shift'll let you go." 

Pete saw a pack in Lloyd's shirt pocket. He deftly extracted a cigarette. 
"That means that instead of me getting fucked by Dakins, I get fucked by 
you." 

Lloyd giggled. "Yeah...." He gave Putzi one last squeeze and moved away. "I 
get you that writin' paper." 

"What you two cookin' up?" Billy asked. 

"Somebody's gonna get fucked," Hoppy said. 

"Lemme suck your cock, Chip," Toothy whined. 

Lloyd went out and returned in a moment with a sheet of paper and an 
envelope. He passed them through the bars with a ball point and waited while 
Pete wrote out a message to Lilli ... telling her where he was, not to 
worry, he'd be out in two days, he was OK. "Don't do anything, jit at wait 
for me, they can't hold me." He sealed the envelope, wrote her room number 
on it and gave it to Lloyd. "My cousin," he said. 

"Sure," Lloyd nodded. 

Dakins sent for him an hour before noon. 

They all watched him go, knowing where he was going because they had been 
there. Chip said, "Make him use the baby oil, vag, he got hooks on his 
pecker." 

Hoppy said, "I'll give you a good one when you get back...." 

Pete only waved, and Lloyd grinned evilly, ushering him out. "Don't lissen 
t'them...." 

Dakins had a small office, one of two that Pete could see. It was grey from 
eye-level up, including the ceiling, and dark green below. It looked like 
the interior of some restrooms Pete had seen. There was a faded map behind 
Dakins' desk and a couple of portrait pictures, fly specked, on the wall. 

Dakins, short and sneering, waved Lloyd out, locked the door behind Pete and 
told him to siddown, boy. He slid a single cigarette across the desk and 
Pete lit up. 

Dakins said, "How long you want t'stay here, boy?" 

"I want to get out uoiv." 

The jailer actually smiled. "All right, I'm a fair man. I let you go in two 
days, how's that? I gotta keep you till then t'satisfy the fuckin' law." 

Pete smiled. "OK, it's a deal." 

"On one condition," Dakins said. He took a bottle out of his desk and sat it 
in front of Pete, saying nothing. Pete stared at the squat bottle of baby 
oil. 

"Oh," he said. "Like that...." 

"It won't hurt you none. You jus' bend over the desk right now-and agin 
tomorrow, and that's it." 

Pete said, "D'you fuck every guy that comes in here?" 

Dakins shook his head, saying nothing. His dull eyes were steady on Pete's 
face. Pete said, "How about if I suck you off?" 

"I ain't a goddam homo, boy." 

"Fuckin' asses is different?" 

"I ain't a goddamn homo, like that cocksuckin' Lloyd. Fuckin' a ass ain't no 
different from fuckin' a girl's ass. What d'you say?" 

Pete finished the cigarette and stood up. "Lemme go back to my cell." 

Dakins' face flushed, angry. "Why, you crummy son of a bitch!" 

"I ain't no fuckin' homo, neither," Pete said. 

Dakins came around the desk, fists balled. He looked tough as a chunk of 
chain. He slammed Pete against the wall, then grabbed his shirt front, nose 
to nose, hissed, "You keep your trap shut about what I said, hear?" 

"Yessir," Pete said quickly. Dakins unlocked the door and shoved him out. 

The guys were surprised when Lloyd took him back to the cell. Chip said, "He 
get his gun off that quick?" 

"Baby didn't get screwed," Lloyd said, winking at them. He locked the cell 
door, grinning at Pete. "I be back pretty soon." 

Jailer Dakins and Lloyd were supposed to go off duty at ten in the morning, 
but Whinders had phoned in late. Dakins went out for lunch at 
eleven-forty-five. 

Five minutes later, Lloyd came through the steel door and unlocked Pete's 
cell. "Let's gohurry up." 

The others stared, Hoppy asked, "Where you going?" 

"Private interview," Lloyd said; hustling him out and into the shower room. 
Lloyd locked the door-there were others in the building, "They won't come 
back here," he said. "Get your pants off." Lloyd took his pants off, too. He 
had a long, skinny and very hard cock. It reminded Pete of a matchstick. He 
was surprised at its length. 

Lloyd was in a state of excitement. "You got a beauty, mister, you got a 
real beauty...." He knelt in front of Pete and sucked on the beauty, cupping 
the hard balls. Pete got a fast erection ... it was impossible not to with 
all that friction on it. He had made a deal and he had to go through with 
it. He let the guy do what he wanted. 

"What's Billy in for?" he asked. 

"Screwin' a kid. They caught 'im in the back seat of a car rammin' this boy 
in the ass." Lloyd chuckled. "I know Billy for ten, eleven years. He been 
doin' that all his life. Screwin' 'em and suckin' 'em." 

"They'll hang him for that...." 

"No, not Billy. They'll fix it. Anybody else, they'd throw the fuckin' key 
away." Lloyd rose, jazzing himself. "You lean agin the wall, huh?" 

"Put grease on that thing...." 

"I got oil." Lloyd showed him a bottle. Unscrewing the cap, he poured a 
dollop into his palm and rubbed it over the cock. He rubbed another glop 
over Pete's asshole. It felt cold. 

Pete braced himself, hands outstretched, feet apart. He felt Lloyd come in 
close, felt warm hands on his bare buttocks. Fingers rubbed his rose-bud, 
something pushed against it, harder ... harder ... oozed inside. Lloyd said, 
"Yeahhh...." 

Pete sighed deeply. The cock was in him. It felt like a tree trunk. Lloyd 
oozed it in, deeper and deeper, then worked it in and out. "Hozzat feel, 
mister?" 

"Like a cock up my ass." 

Lloyd giggled. "Yeh, I bet it do." He leaned on Pete and his hands came 
around to fondle Putzi. "You want I should pull you off?" 

"I thought you were gonna blow me." 

Lloyd giggled. "This here's fun." He had the cock in all the way, pumping 
it. Pete put his head down and waited. After the initial thrusting it didn't 
feel bad at all. It was a long time since he'd been reamed out. It wasn't 
his cup of tea. But Lloyd was going ape for it. 

Lloyd began to fuck him like there was no tomorrow. 

Releasing Pete's prong, Lloyd held onto Pete's thighs and pumped hard and 
fast, panting and grunting. He worked up a full head of steam and Pete had 
to brace himself harder. He pushed out his ass and waited out the storm. 

Lloyd fucked him for five minutes, as hard as he could go, then boiled over. 
Pete could feel the cream spurting. The jailer jerked and spasmed, his hands 
went back to Pete's genitals, fondling them and jacking the cock. It 
actually felt pretty good, Pete thought. It didn't hurt at all, probably 
because Lloyd's dick was so skinny. A big thick piece of meat might feel 
different. 

He watched Lloyd masturbate him. After a bit he said, "If you keep that up 
I'm gonna blow the wad." 

Lloyd stopped at once. Then he pulled his cock out, wiped it and asked Pete 
to turn around. Pete turned quickly, anxious now to shoot. He was in the 
mood. He almost shoved the cock into Lloyd's mouth and began to hump it in 
and out. The guy grabbed it with both hands, "It's too fuckin' big!" 

"Suck me off, you bastard," Pete said. "Hold it in your mouth." Lloyd 
encircled it with his lips, and Pete quickly jacked off. He had been close 
to the edge-it only took a minute. 

And Lloyd gobbled it all up. Pete fell against the cold wall, jerking in 
orgasm, feeling the stuff squirting. He thought of little Lilli, any mouth 
on his cock made him think of Lilli. 

Lloyd milked it down in a very satisfactory manner. This was something he 
loved to do. 

 CHAPTER NINETEEN 

Dakins and Lloyd went off duty and the new jailer appeared, a fat man named 
Whinders. He looked into the jail and disappeared. His assistant, Delafield, 
came in selling cigarettes. 

Delafield was an ordinary-looking man, sallow and slightly stoop-shouldered. 
He made no passes at anyone. Pete laid on his bunk staring at the ceiling, 
wondering if Lilli had gotten his note. He listened to Delafield's pitch, " 
... one pack for a buck, gents, a pack for a buck...." Delafield paused and 
looked in at Pete. "You got any money, vag?" 

"Not a fuckin' dime," Pete said. "Too bad." Delafield went out humming. 
"Hey, you-Pete," Chip said, "You a thief?" 

"I'm a vag. I got no dough." 

"I give you a dollar for a piece o'ass," Hoppy said. 

"Delafield'll give you nothin'," Chip said. "He won't even fuck your ass. He 
don't like it that way. All the ass-fuckers're on at night around here ... 
Dakins an' Lloyd." 

Pete said, "Who's gonna lend me a pack of smokes?" 

Chip laughed. Hoppy said, "Nothin' to do in this fuckin' place. Guess I jack 
off." He flopped on his bunk and hauled his tool out. . Billy said, "You 
ain't got any dough at all?" 

Pete shook his head. He watched Billy come to the bars, eyes bright. Billy 
had a cigarette in his soft hand, "You want a smoke, Pete?" 

Licking his lips, Pete nodded. Man, he sure did. Chip was smoking and the 
smell of tobacco was driving him up the wall. 

Billy smiled and sat down on the cell's one stool, his knees against the 
bars. He held out the white cigarette. 

With a sigh, Pete went over to the bars and took it. He saw Chip's cynical 
smile as he lit it ... and leaned against the bars. Billy unzipped him; 
trembling fingers flipped the cock out and Billy's mouth sucked it hard. 

Across the way Toothy stood at the bars, smacking his gums. Chip asked, 
"How's it feel, vag?" 

"Better'n that," Pete said, indicating the masturbating Hoppy. He smoked the 
cigarette slowly, watching Billy. Billy was loving it-just the way Lilli 
did. Billy was a hell of a good cocksucker. 

Toothy took his cock out and rubbed it along the bars. 

It was a lazy afternoon. Flies buzzed in the corners. 

Pete let Billy lick the thing for about fifteen minutes. He pulled it away, 
and Billy offered another cigarette for five minutes more. Then another 
cigarette for five more minutes. 

He went back to the bunk then and put the half hard organ away. "Later, 
huh?" Billy said eagerly. 

"Yeh, later." Pete shook his head. What a way to get smokes. 

Chip said, "Delafield might get us a broad t'night...." He flopped over on 
his bunk and looked at Pete. "Too bad you ain't got no money, vag." 

Hoppy said, "I got me some money. I gonna fuck 'at girl inna ass." He was 
playing with his dingus lazily. 

"They don't ass-fuck," Chip said, "Jus' the goddam screws." 

Delafield came in an hour before supper time. "You fuckers want a girl 
t'night?" 

"Hell, yeh," Chip said, holding the bars. 

"How much scratch in here?" Delafield looked at Billy. "He don't want a 
girl. The vag ain't got no dough. How 'bout you, Hoppy?" 

"I got dough. Chip got dough." 

Delafield said, "Toothy, you want part o'this broad's ass?" 

Toothy shook his head. "I ain't got but five dollars. I save it for smokes." 
He sat on his bunk and fiddled with himself. 

"Shit," Delafield said, "That ain't hardly worth it." 

"What kinda girl you gonna get?" Chip asked. "One o' them fat-assed ones?" 

"I think I get you the cat," Delafield said. "This fuckin' jail goin' to the 
dogs." He went out grumbling. 

"He gets a rake-off," Chip said, "not much t'night." 

Billy said, "Pete, you want 'nother cigarette?" 

Delafield returned at supper time, let them out of the cells and herded them 
to the messroom. "Han's on the fuckin' table, don't be feeling each other's 
cocks...." 

They had a meal of stringy beef, soup and hard, day-old bread. It was a 
tasteless meal and the coffee was worse, but the county gave him a brown 
cigarette. Generous county. The cigarette tasted like dried shit mixed with 
pine needles. 

Delafield came in to watch them eat. He said, "I got a blonde bitch lined 
up. Cute little trick. Whinder gets 'er first then I bring'er back. Who got 
five bucks?" 

"Five bucks!" Hoppy said, aghast. 

"This'ns a young whore, can't be a day over eighteen. Man, you living like 
uptown in the fuckin' stucco houses." 

Hoppy moaned. Chip said, "Five's a lot of dough t'us, Delafield. And the 
vag's gotta watch us fuck'er." 

Delafield said, "Lissen, this bitch'll blow you and fuck you till your ears 
ring." 

"I can get blowed all day long," Chip said, nodding toward Toothy. 

"Not by this girl," Delafield grunted. "Five. Take it or leave it." He got 
up and went to the door. 

Chip yelled at him. "Take it, for crissakes." 

Delafield slammed the door. 

A short time after they went back to the cells a new man was brought in. He 
was a wiry little guy, lank, black hair and thick straight-across eyebrows. 
He had a blank face and yellow teeth; he was about twenty-five, and he knew 
Chip. His name, he said, was Keno. 

Delafield shoved him in the cell next to Pete. He was in for child 
molesting. 

Keno said, "Hell, that fuckin' girl tole me she was seventeen." 

Delafield said, "You know she was thirteen, you fucker." He went out, 
slamming the steel door. 

Keno laughed. "I knew she was thirteen. But she could fuck like a 
turpentined houn'dog. Oh, mammy, I fucked 'er in the cunt, and I fucked 'er 
in the ass, and I fucked 'er in the mouth. She took it ever' way a gal can 
take it." 

"That's the kind fhave," Chip agreed. "A threeway gal." Delafield came back 
an hour later, propositioned Keno and took five away from him. "The gal's a 
little delayed. She been ridin' around with a couple kids in a car. She'll 
be here directly." 

"Fucked out, I bet," Chip growled. He prowled up and down the small cell. 

It was almost an hour before the blonde showed up. Delafield announced that 
she had showed, and that Whinder was putting the blocks to her in his 
office. "She got a nice pair o' legs. Her name's Dee Dee and she don't want 
you guys yankin' on her tits. You got it?" 

Pete was surprised at the look of her when she finally came through the 
steel door. She was buxom, young, with big jiggling breasts and vague blue 
eyes. She wore a mini, snatch high in the front, and a blouse cut just at 
the nipples. 

She stood in the middle of the walkway and giggled at them. Delafield 
pointed out the three guys who had paid for ass, and leaned against the door 
to watch. 

DeeDee walked along the cells and looked at them, hesitating by Pete. "How 
come you did'n want me, big boy?" 

"It ain't that. I got no fuckin' scratch." 

Chip said, "Show us your pussy, honey...." 

She said, "Aw, I bet you woulda been a killer, too." She turned casually and 
flipped up her skirt to Chip and he whistled at sight of the winking slit. 

Toothy snickered, "Lerame lick it...." 

Keno reached through the bars as she came by and she giggled at him. Then 
she moved just close enough, holding the skirt up, letting him feel her 
naked flesh, giggling at him and looking at Pete. Keno lunged and stretched 
and the finger squished in her as she squealed. 

Keno yelled, "Bulls-eye!" 

"Open the fuckin' cell, Delafield," Chip yelled. "I got the first fuck outa 
this dame...." 

Keno ripped his pants open and his long, spongy cock lept out. He shoved it 
through the bars toward her. "Kiss it, honey." 

She said, "Don't grab me!" 

"Open the goddam door!" Chip screamed. 

Delafield shook his head. "I got m'orders. No cell door gets opened." 

DeeDee was licking Keno's cock sloppily. 

Chip yelled, "How we gonna fuck 'er, for crissakes!?" 

Delafield shook his head. "You screw 'er through the bars. That's it. You 
done it before, hotcock." 

DeeDee was on her knees in front of Keno, slobbering over his pecker, 
sucking it hard and fast. She hung onto his balls with one hand and his ass 
with the other. Keno was panting and shaking and shoving the meat at her. 
Pete had a terrible hard on just watching the action. 

Chip pounded the bars, yelling at DeeDee to break it off and come over to 
him. His prong was out of his pants, shoved through the bars. Toothy kept 
licking his lips, staring at it. DeeDee paid him no attention. 

Keno was paralyzed. He clung to the bars, stiffening, jerking-and then he 
gushed. The first spasm jerked him and the prick jumped from her mouth. The 
white stuff spurted in a stringy mass, spattering her face, dribbling down 
to her snowy mostly bare tits. DeeDee yelped and fell backward on her butt, 
her face clotted with the jism. 

"You lousy fuckin' son of a bitch!" she yelled, smearing it with her 
fingers. "Whyncha tell me you was gonna come!?" 

Keno was milking the cock with his fingers, glassy-eyed. He tottered to his 
bunk and collapsed. 

Billy tittered at her, and Toothy groaned, smacking his gums. The smell of 
fresh jism drifted through the room. Dee Dee mopped her face and got to her 
feet, glaring at Keno. Both her tits were hanging out naked, and she didn't 
notice. 

DeeDee complained, "This fuckin' jail got' no class at all." 

"Bring it over here, baby," Chip begged. 

She frowned at him, reaching for the prick that was thrust through the bars. 
Curling her fingers around it she jazzed it hotly. Chip reached through the 
bars and drew her close, holding her by the hips. He said, "You jack me off 
an' I'll bust your ass. 

"No rough stuff," Delafield said. 

"Aw right, how you want it?" DeeDee asked. She let go the cock. Chip turned 
her around. DeeDee shoved her naked fanny against the bars and leaned over. 

"Thass it," Chip said softly. He felt under her, guided his dick and shoved 
it. The girl bit her lips, looking across to Pete. Chip was in her, fucking 
her, holding her hips and jabbing, ramming, thrusting ... DeeDee smiled at 
Pete. She put her hands on her knees and let her titties sway. 

"I'm next," Hoppy said. "Jesus, hurry up." 

DeeDee said, "Hey, somebody lend big boy a couple bucks, huh?" She nodded 
toward Pete. 

"Shut up while I'm fuckin' you," Chip growled. 

"Whyn't you give it to him for free?" Delafield suggested. 

DeeDee looked at him speculatively, as though she was considering it. 

Keno sat up. "Hey, I did'n' stick it in you." 

"Tough shit," DeeDee said. 

Keno came to the bars, wiping his dong. "Damn it, Delafield, you said we got 
a blow and a screw." 

"Yeah," Hoppy agreed. 

"You popped your nuts," DeeDee said. "That's it unless you wanna put up more 
dough." She stood, bare ass backed up to the cold bars, bracing herself with 
hands on knees, undulating slightly as Chip slammed the meat into her rear 
end. 

Delafield was right, Pete thought, she had pretty legs. And not bad tits, 
either. She let Chip have a good solid piece. He pumped her for ten minutes 
before he shot the wad, and she didn't complain. He fountained inside her 
and she let him wring it out before she moved away from the bars and mopped 
herself. 

She went right to Hoppy's cage and pushed her ass against the bars. Hoppy 
squealed, getting his cock into her. DeeDee grinned at the rest of them as 
Hoppy fucked her. 

Billy hissed to Pete, "Lookit that fuckin' whore, she don't feel a 
thing...." 

Hoppy was a rabbit. He got the cock in her, rammed it for a minute and let 
go. Feeling it, Deedee squealed and looked over her shoulder at him, "Keep 
it in, keep it in ... keep humpin' it, honey...." 

Hoppy did his best but he was finished. The whang lost its starch and 
flopped out, dripping. DeeDee turned about, "You poor honey...." She pushed 
her tits through the bars and let him lick them. She tried to jazz the 
pecker back to life, but Hoppy was jazzed out. 

She came over to Pete's cell then and paused, pushing the mammaries through 
the bars, jiggling them. "Too bad, honey. I woulda liked doin' you, too." 

Billy said loudly, "He ain't got any goddam money, you fuckin' whore." 

She laughed. "Who's that? That your sweetheart, honey?" 

"Yeh," Pete said. "He sucks my cock and gives me cigarettes." 

"You poor shit," she said. She really looked sorry. She tucked the titties 
in, smiled sweetly at Billy, and walked out swinging her hips. She had nice, 
tapering legs. Delafield slammed the door. 

Sliding off the bunk, Pete went over to Billy. "Gimme a cigarette, huh, 
sweetheart?" 

Billy grabbed at Pete's cock and stuffed it into his mouth. 

 CHAPTER TWENTY 

Lilli had nineteen dollars when Pete disappeared. She knew he had none at 
all, and when he did not return she went down to the place where they'd left 
the car-feeling intense relief to see it was still there. She hadn't really 
thought Pete would abandon her without a word. She could not imagine him 
leaving without taking the car-it didn't make sense. Therefore he hadn't 
left. 

But what had happened to him? The first thing she thought about was cops. 
Had the cops stumbled over him? 

In the morning she went to the jail and asked if her brother Freddie had 
been brought in. She described Pete for a dull-eyed man in a faded uniform. 
He looked, or pretended to look in a book and told her they had no Fred. 
Lilli used all her many wiles on the man without being overt, and finally 
left the jail with the almost certainty that Pete was in the lockup charged 
with being a vagrant. 

Several phone calls later she was sure that he would be released in a matter 
of days and hustled out of town. She stayed in the hotel room, going out 
only for quick snacks; she caught up on her sleep. 

On one of these occasions, going down to the coffee shop, the desk man 
called to her and gave her an envelope. She opened it with shaking fingers 
and read that Pete was OK, in the jail, due to be released soon, not to 
worry. It boosted her spirits considerably. 

The hotel owner, a man named Comstock, noticed her in the lobby and checked 
her room number. Lilli was the most provoking female he'd seen in Montclair 
in years. He discovered that she was registered with her husband, only no 
one had seen the man since the first night they'd come in. A maid reported 
to Comstock that the woman was alone in the room. He could see for himself 
that she was alone at meals. He thought about her constantly. Even when he 
was in bed, on top of his wife. 

Comstock was considered a handsome man, he was told, and he preened more 
than occasionally. He was tall and well built, with a pleasant face and long 
sideburns. He went up to see Lilli, and took along a flask. 

He introduced himself as the hotel owner, and Lilli, slightly frightened and 
confused at the honor, invited him in. Comstock deftly locked the door on 
closing it. Lilli didn't notice. 

Comstock asked about her husband, and Lilli was vague and evasive. Comstock 
put the flask on the coffee table and invited her to have a drink with him. 

Then Lilli realized the intent of his visit. He was hoping to screw her. 

She stared at him speculatively. She had very little money remaining, very, 
very little. If she went without food she might pay the hotel's daily rate 
for another two days. Would Pete get out in two days...? He would be broke 
when he did get out. 

Lilli thought very fast. "I-never drink before dinner," she said. "At 
least...." 

He interrupted her. "Let's have dinner here, then. 

I'll have it sent up." Comstock was expansive in his own hotel. 

Lilli gave in gracefully and demurely. He had a menu sent up to them and 
they ordered. Then she had a drink with him. "I was about to say," she said, 
"that I never drink alone if possible." 

Before the dinner arrived, Lilli let him kiss her. He wasn't bad to take at 
all. It rather excited her. She had had no sex since Pete disappeared. She 
found herself wondering what kind of a cock Comstock had, and how it would 
taste. 

If Comstock had known, if he had played his cards right, he might easily 
have been sucked off before dinner. 

He kissed her a few more times, fondled her a bit, and during dinner got up 
constantly to kiss her. She was the most delectable, exciting, 
cockstiffening woman he had ever met. He was in a tizzy halfway through 
dinner ... which Lilli easily recognized as pussy-fever, and played upon. 

He began to promise her things. She let him handle her tits. ... "You drive 
me crazy...." 

She said her husband had abandoned her and she was penniless. He gave her 
all the money he had, thirty dollars ... he tossed the bills onto a table 
with a gesture. Lilli grabbed his cock. 

They didn't finish the dinner. 

Comstock was in a terrible, raging hurry. He had a handful of tit and a 
handful of pussy. He wrestled her to the couch as she dug his pecker out of 
his pants. It was an ordinary-sized organ, just a cozy dessert for the food 
she'd had. She desperately wanted to eat it ... but Comstock was at a white 
heat; all he could think of was getting into this wriggling, wonderful 
woman. 

"Getcher legs apart," he hissed. 

Lilli gave up to superior strength; she flopped on the couch and opened like 
a flower, guiding the pulsing prick to its lair. The ramming, humping 
cockpole came into her, and Comstock was bucking like a rodeo horse, trying 
to slam it in deeper and harder and faster ... and he shot his wad in the 
first two minutes. He moaned like a stuck pig when it spurted. 

He groaned in her ear, "I'm too fuckin' excited...." 

She soothed him with baby-talk. 

About nine o'clock at night, jailer McCoon and assistant Johnson on duty, 
three new fish were brought into the cells. Pete looked at them dully. He 
had just got several cigarettes from Billy and had let the guy suck the 
cream. He felt drained and sleepy, and he was worried about Lilli. 

The new guys were Alvy, a tough-looking monkey with big shoulders and greasy 
clothes-they put him next to Hoppy, in the end cell; Lyle, a tall, willowy 
queen-like character with wavy hair and a high giggling voice; and Jack, a 
short, smiling youngster who looked about fifteen. 

Lyle was put in with Hoppy. 

Jack with Billy. 

They had busted Lyle for soliciting men-Lyle told them himself, without a 
trace of self-consciousness. "Gawd, I was in drag and this monster clawed me 
... it was horrible!" 

Everyone laughed and Lyle giggled the loudest. Hoppy said, "Hey, you wanna 
get fucked?" 

Pete stood at the front of the cell and watched Hoppy put Lyle on the lower 
bunk and climb onto his back while Lyle giggled. The light was dim, but it 
was easily apparent that Lyle was getting a reaming. 

Pete turned his head. In the cell next to him, Billy was making passes at 
the young kid, Jack. Jack was nervous about it, backing up, pushing Billy's 
hands away. Billy was whispering to him. It took him about a half hour to 
get Jack to flop on the bed so Billy could crawl into his crotch and feast 
on the meat he found there. Jack looked over Billy's back at Pete with a 
guilty stare. 

Pete said, "It ain't bad, huh, kid?" Jack grinned. 

Pete went off to sleep. He awoke sometime after midnight, wide awake all at 
once. In the cell next to him the bunk was quietly squeaking rhythmically, 
there were a few whispers. His first thought was that Billy was fucking the 
kid, Jack. When he sat up he saw that it was the other way around. Jack was 
humping Billy. . 

It looked like Billy had converted the kid. Pete rose, and felt his clothes, 
hoping he'd overlooked one last cigarette, but he hadn't. He glanced at 
Hoppy's cell. It was quiet; both were sleeping, probably fucked out. The 
rest of the room was quiet, asleep-all but Chip and Toothy. Chip was 
standing at the bars letting Toothy suck him. Chip never let Toothy blow him 
during the day. He had to sneak his kicks at night. 

In the morning Billy and the kid, Jack, were like a couple of puppies, 
handling each other, giggling and squirming on the bunk, sucking cocks, 
ignoring everyone else. Pete sighed, knowing his cigarette supply was dried 
up. 

Lloyd came in with breakfast, chatting as he always did, winking at Pete, 
smacking his lips, and huddling for a long, snickering conversation with 
Billy and Jack punctuated with much mutual cock feeling. 

Immediately after breakfast, Lloyd came in, took Jack out of the cell, to 
Billy's loud protests, and led him through the steel door. Billy yelled, 
"That goddam Dakins'll split his assl" 

Lloyd brought Jack back in, both of them grinning like shit-eating cats. He 
unlocked the cell and patted the boy inside ... and Billy hugged him. Lloyd 
then took Lyle out to Dakins, to much banter. "Bite his prick off!" and, 
"Don't let 'im piss up your ass, Queenie...." Lyle merely shrugged and 
giggled. 

When Lyle returned, a half hour later, he swung his butt down to the cell, 
grinning, and when Hoppy asked, "Did 'e fuck your ass?" answered, "Of 
course, darling ... what didja think?" 

Lloyd didn't take Alvy out of the cell. Apparently Dakins had booted his 
fill. 

Delafield came on duty after ten o'clock, and an hour later they let Pete 
go. Delafield came in, unlocked the cell and motioned him out. "Your time's 
up, big boy. Out you go." 

Pete said his goodbyes ... Chip merely shrugged, "Good luck, vag." Hoppy was 
busy with Lyle and only waved, Billy smiled and Toothy said, "Don't get the 
clap, baby." 

The sunlight hurt his eyes. Delafield took him out to the front sidewalk and 
turned him over to a wiry-looking cop with a prowl car. The cop said, "We're 
goin' for a ride, mister." He motioned Pete into the car. 

Delafield said, "You're lucky, kiddo. Yer out early. Take my advice and keep 
going." He went back inside. 

The cop drove him about five miles out of town and. left him on the highway. 
He gave Pete a pack of cigarettes and a book of matches. "So long----" 

He was hungry as hell. The fucking county hadn't even fed him lunch first. 
How much could they save with that policy? 

He walked a few hundred yards to a clump of trees off the highway and sat in 
the weeds. Now what the fuck should he do? He had to get back to Lilli, but 
if he went back into town in daylight he was liable to wind up getting 
screwed by Lloyd again. He smoked a cigarette and thought about it. 

He could see at least a mile in every direction, and no one was watching 
him; there were no parked cars. There was some traffic on the highway, but 
the county wouldn't bother with fancy surveillance ... not for a vag. He got 
to his feet and began to trudge back toward the town. 

There was a wide, sandy wash roughly paralleling the highway. He jumped and 
hopped to the bottom and was then less visible from the road. It took 
several hours to walk back to town. The wash curved around it, and he sat in 
the wash till dark, dozing most of the time. 

After dark, he entered the town and discovered the car had been moved, or 
stolen. He'd have to steal another one. 

It took less than a half hour to rifle glove compartments on a side street. 
He came up with about forty cents in change, enough to phone the hotel and 
ask for Lilli. 

Her room number rang and rang, eight times, and then she answered in a small 
voice. "Yes...?" 

"Lilli, cutie, it's me...!" 

"Oh, God! Pete!?" 

"Yeh, I'm out. But I gotta clear outa this burg or they'll put me back in 
the slammer." 

"Where are you?" 

"In a fuckin' phone booth. Can you leave now?" She sounded guarded. "Is 
there someone there?" 

"Yes." 

"Oh. Can you get away?" 

"Y-yes, I think so." 

"All right. Come out of the front door and turn left, start walking. I'll 
stop you." She said OK and hung up. 

Pete hung up the receiver, looking at the dark street. So she'd had a guy in 
her room. It must have been tough on her. She'd had only a little money ... 
he sighed and slid out of the booth. 

When he saw her, he got a terrific hard on. She came along the street, long 
tapering legs, titties bouncing, she looked good enough to eat. She squealed 
when he grabbed her, kissing her...."Oh, Pete...." She felt the erection and 
reached for it. 

He said, "You'll make me come-" 

"I want to, I want to." 

He pulled her to the car he had selected, a blue Plymouth. Someone had 
parked it with the keys under the mat. In five minutes they were out of 
town, heading west. Lilli cuddled up to him, still holding Putzi tightly. 

She said, "You smell like jail. Was it awful?" 

"It was lousy. I haven't had a piece of ass since I saw you last." 

"Stop and let's do it right now." 

It was a terrible temptation. 

He forced his mind to get off cock and onto present circumstances. Lilli had 
almost forty dollars in cash, a pair of earrings, a necklace and some new 
clothes. She told him about Comstock. "He was there when you called me. I 
said it was a relative, that I had to go downstairs for a minute to get a 
message." 

The next town was sixty miles away, Devine. They stopped on a dusty side 
street; Pete stole another set of plates and put them on the Plymouth, then 
he hunted up a dry goods store and bought a shirt and jeans. 

The next town was thirty miles away. They drove there and got a motel room. 
Lilli said, "Now you're gonna get a good piece of ass." 

 CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 

She came right into the shower with him, naked, lithe and nubile. Pete had 
the most enormous erection of his life. 

Lilli said, "God, honey, it's bigger than I remembered." 

They soaped each other, handling and feeling each other. It was so good to 
be with her again, he couldn't tell her all of what he felt. He wanted to 
wait, to play with her on the bed, but nature intervened. The big cock 
seemed to claw its way into her pussy. She put her leg up over it and the 
thing nudged and bumped and slid into her as she wriggled. 

He held her ass and fucked her. 

It was uncomfortable as hell. He put her back to the wall and held her up, 
pumping it in. He got the first flush of crazy desire past him. It began to 
be luxurious. He said, "I'm gonna fuck you all night...." 

Lilli giggled, kissing him wetly. "Put me on the bed an' do it...." 

He let her down and they dried each other. The big cock kept getting in the 
way. Lilli got her mouth around it and swallowed it, then talked to it, then 
licked it from tip to anus. 

He wanted to hold her in his arms. He pushed her off it and got on her, 
oozing Putzi up into her, kissing her and roving her luscious body with hot 
hands as he fucked her. It was very exciting. 

She told him how frightened she had been. He rolled over and pumped it up 
into her from under her, and licked her ripe buds, trying to get an entire 
breast in his mouth at one time while she giggled. 

Then he pulled her off the truncheon, she moaned to feel it leaving her, and 
sat her on his mouth. She squealed as he licked her and tongued her. 

In a few moments she twisted around like an eel and, straddling his mouth, 
swallowed the cock again. Pete fucked it down her throat, suddenly anxious 
to come. Lilli knew it almost as soon as he did. She kept up the pressure, 
sucking hard, masturbating him with expert lips, mauling his balls. 

He had to bite his lips to keep from yelling out when the jism gushed. It 
was such exquisite pain-pleasure, and Lilli played the big flute so 
beautifully, gorging on it, crying over it. He felt her pop her rocks at the 
same time, but for long moments he was almost helpless-wanting to lick her 
and unable to do anything but twitch and jerk as she sucked him. 

She moved off him, curling up in the space between his legs, nursing and 
sucking the lollypop, watching his reactions. It stayed hard for a long 
time, and she never allowed it to wilt. 

She sucked him to a second orgasm, taking her time, tantalizing the cock, 
loving it and finally allowing it to erupt. Pete was drained, sucked out. 

Lilli rose and covered him with the blankets, then crawled back to her warm 
spot between his thighs and nursed the cock till he drifted off to sleep. 

Pete slept late in the morning, and woke wanting to fuck Lilli. He was being 
sucked on when he opened his eyes. She smiled at him around the cock pole, 
giving him such delightful sensations that he didn't lift her off it. They 
spent an hour licking each other, lazily and sweetly. Then she curled into 
his crotch and went to work on the spouter in earnest. 

Her hungry mouth brought him to a boil and she sucked him off as he threshed 
in paroxysms of nerve-searing torment. And she would have gone on sucking 
him all day, "I can't get enough of you...." But he made her rise and dress. 

They went out for breakfast, giggling and whispering so that others thought 
they were newlyweds. 

In the car she hauled out his pecker again and wanted to keep on sucking it. 
There wasn't much traffic on the secondary highway so he watched for highway 
patrol cars and let her lick it. 

They stopped for gas at an isolated pump, there was a cafe next to the 
station, so they had an early meal. It began to rain lightly as they came 
out and got into the car again. 

When they came to a wooded area, he pulled the car off the road under some 
scraggly pines. As the rain drummed on the roof of the car he fucked her on 
the seat. 

Then he put her on his lap, with the big prong still in her and she opened 
her blouse so he could lick her titties. 

She said, "It's a long way to the coast, honey." 

"Yeh, but we've come a long way, haven't we?" 

Lilli rocked on the pecker, "Yes, but I've been thinking." 

He licked one rosebud nipple, looking at her serious little face. In a 
minute he would put her down on the seat and fuck her in the mouth. 

She said, "Having you in that rotten jail scared me to death-I mean, the 
possibility of losing you." She lifted his face to hers and kissed him 
lovingly, writhing her hips on the prick at the same time. "I'd just die if 
I lost you, honey----" 

"Me too, cutie. But you must like the way I screw you." 

She giggled, "Be serious." 

"How can I be serious with my cock a mile up your snatch?" 

She licked his mouth. "It's not a snatch, it's a pussy." 

"No, it's a cunt." 

She whispered, "I love you, you know that?" 

"In spite of my trouble ... I mean, I bring you trouble, cutie." 

"So-everybody's got trouble." She bounced on his cock and rubbed it with her 
fingers. "Anyway, even when we've got trouble, we've got this." 

"That's what I alius said, you love me for my pecker," she put her mouth on 
his, found his tongue and sucked on it. He stuck it out and made it hard. 
Lilli gloved her lips and masturbated his tongue wantonly. In a moment she 
said, "Lemme suck you off...." 

"In a minute," he breathed. His warm hands roved over her perfect ass and he 
shoved his cock up as hard as he could, working it in and out. It was dreamy 
holding her tightly and screwing her this way, kissing her, feeling her. He 
had missed having a girl in his arms in that lousy, fucking jail. 

She asked, "What're you thinking about?" 

"That crummy jail. D'you know how I had to get cigarettes there?" He told 
her about Billy and getting cock-sucked for each cigarette. 

"You poor darling...." She kissed him hotly. 

Then she tittered, "Was he as good's me?" 

"Jesus, hell no!" 

"Lemme suck you...." 

"I'm not through fuckin' you yet." She whispered, "Honey, I'm hot-I mean I'm 
hot!" 

He put his hand just under her tits. "Jesus, it's in you up to here." 

"I want you t'come in my mouth." 

"I promise...." 

Breathless, "Then lemme offa this thing!" 

"I hate to let you off it." He held her ass and fucked her hard for a 
moment. 

"When we get a motel room you can fuck me two hours straight." 

"In the butt?" 

Lilli giggled. "If you want. Now, lemme suck it." 

"You're sure you want to?" She bit his lip. 

He lifted her off it; she squealed and slid down to the car floor and clung 
to his crotch. She devoured the pecker. 

Pete wanted to come, and she led him to the edge, then pushed him back-and 
did it over and over again till he was nearly crazy. No one could tease and 
play a cock like Lilli. The rain beat down, the car rocked, and Lilli sucked 
him lustfully. 

He yelled out when he came, bucking mightily, gyrating in a wild little sex 
trip while she drove him into orgiastic convulsions. The car smelled of 
jism, sweet and heavy ... and Lilli moaned, wordless moans over the tender 
flesh. 

She kept him stupefied for a long dreamy period. 

He struggled to sit up after a while, listening to the rain. Lighting two 
cigarettes, he gave her one and lifted her to the seat. 

Lilli said again, "Honey, I've been thinking--" 

He smiled at her. 

She said, "We don't have enough money to get to the coast, and we're having 
to steal cars-and plates-they're gonna catch us if we keep that up." 

"Ummmmm, maybe...." 

"We ought to stay somewhere for a bit, maybe a couple of weeks ... even 
longer. Let the heat die away." 

He looked at her speculatively. "Where could we go?" 

"We'll find something ... right now we're not even looking for it." 

Pete mused, staring out at the dark woods. She had something there. It would 
be nice to have a pile. 

She whispered, "We're in no hurry, huh?" 

"I'm in a hurry to get to that motel to fuck you." She giggled. 

Pete stretched. She was right, they weren't looking for a spot to hole up 
in. They should. They should let those rape charges fade into the past ... 
someone else would be raping girls and his charges would pile on top. Yes, 
Lilli had something there. "I'm hungry," he said, "how about you?" 

Lilli giggled again, "OK, but I won't take much, I just ate." He slapped her 
ass. 


THE END
