My Sister, My Sex Slave
by Paul Roan


INTRODUCTION 

"The greater the intellectual vacuum, the greater the need for distraction, 
a vacuum in people being presumably even more abhorrent than it is in 
nature." 

This is a quotation from a wise and literate writer named John W. Aldridge, 
one of many modern thinkers who has devoted a great deal of time to a study 
of our modern young people. Aldrige has found that boredom-a malady that is 
not as plain and simple as it may seem at first-is one of our children's 
worst afflictions, a very real illness that drives teenagers in particular 
to all sorts of irrational and possibly harmful behavior. While everyone has 
experienced a form of boredom occasionally, it is only in the young that it 
seems to be chronic. In some cases, the condition seems to be almost an 
epidemic, coming to a head most dramatically in the case of college students 
who have no serious, deep-rooted interest in the problems they will face in 
later life. 

As Aldridge says, "Equipped with this sort of lotusland metaphysics, the 
young arrive on the campuses with a very low boredom threshold and a very 
high expectation that their courses, functioning as mother-surrogates, will 
keep them safe from boredom by providing distractions that will seem 
compatible with their current interests." 

Aldridge's book, from which these quotations are taken, is called In the 
Country of the Young and is well worth reading. But many other individuals 
and organizations have approached the same subject from various standpoints. 
For instance, a Public Affairs Pamphlet, How to Teach Your Child about Work, 
has this to say: "Usually, if one has the opportunity of working at the more 
creative and interesting jobs, he is less likely to find the humdrum ones 
disturbing." 

Whether we are speaking of "providing distractions" or of teaching "creative 
and interesting jobs," however, we must consider exactly how the teachers 
are to reach the pupils in the first place. Here again we run smack up 
against that already overused phrase, "the generation gap." But while it may 
be overused, the phrase is meaningful and becoming more important all the 
time. These days, there is not just one generation gap but several. As one 
lecturer put it, "The generations these days are the four years you spend at 
college. Who can wait twenty years any more for a generation? Now it's a 
generation every election. Do you understand them?" 

Finally, as Keith Botsford wrote (at the age of thirty-eight) in an essay 
called Youngers and Olders": "As I see it, each stage in life has its own 
learning. The Youngers can teach us what the world is, and the Olders what 
it was: we are in an undefined middle. The Youngers are the only ones 
absolutely at home in the present tense." 

In My Sister, My Sex Slave, novelist Paul Roan considers all of these 
questions and supplies some intriguing answers of his own. Roan introduces 
us to two sisters, Norma and Lily, both of whom would be considered children 
by virtually every normally accepted definition. Lily is only thirteen and 
still in school; Norma is "going on sixteen" but pretends to be nineteen so 
that she can work and support the younger girl. Norma is willing and happy 
to accept this responsibility, but bored with her job. And Lily is bored, 
period. 

Naturally, Norma is pleased when she is offered a more exciting and 
otherwise more rewarding position, even though some of the circumstances 
seem strange. She is to catalog a mansion filled with treasures, including 
rare books, masterpieces of art, silverware, and all sorts of other 
expensive things. While she has had no experience at this kind of work, she 
is intelligent enough to handle it and finds it fascinating. That is, until 
the strange circumstances become downright weird and very possibly evil.... 

Lily's boredom is not alleviated by any kind of constructive outlet at all. 
Lily, in fact, seems to become part of the evil web surrounding Norma, and 
to enjoy that evil to the hilt. It is an open question, however, which of 
the two is really more deserving of the title "sex pawn." 

At first, Norma thinks the bizarre events taking place around her are 
dreams. But it soon becomes apparent that they are all too real. Norma is 
being used-used sexually to provide perverted pleasure to her ruthless 
captors, and used as a tool in an outrageous but carefully planned criminal 
plot. How she can escape, and rescue Lily from a situation which the younger 
girl has no desire to flee from, are dual problems that seem to have no 
solution. 

My Sister, My Sex Slave is first and foremost, then, a novel of suspense, 
tension, and drama, well qualified to take its place on the shelf alongside 
the works of John D. MacDonald and other modern I masters of crime fiction. 
But it is also a milestone in psychological and sociological commentary, 
full of fresh insights and important perceptions. Read it for pleasure and 
thrills-you will find yourself thinking seriously about it afterward. 

The Publishers 

 Chapter One 

Norma was sure that letting Lily come to live with her was going to be a 
source of trouble. And, after the thirteen-year-old moved in, Norma found 
she was jealous of her younger sister's beauty and superb body. 

Norma knew she was taking on a very real responsibility in letting Lily stay 
with her, but she had little choice. They were all alone in the world; two 
very young and lovely girls who would have to make a new life for 
themselves. Norma knew that she should be sad and mourn their mother but she 
could not do it. Their mother had tried to raise her young daughters but she 
had not been very good at things. There were always drunken boyfriends 
around, eager to get at the sisters; and when Norma could stand no more, she 
had run away. Lily had found her through the telephone. 

Now Lily was going to live with her, Norma was dismayed, frightened, too. 
She was too young to have the responsibility of helping a thirteen-year-old 
bombshell finish growing up. 

Norma Walton stood in front of her bathroom mirror on a sunny Saturday 
morning and looked carefully at the beautiful young reflection that stared 
back at her. She knew she was exceptionally pretty; she heard that all the 
time. She was a shapely blonde with a slow, sexy smile and a fabulous 
body-yet she was utterly useless to any male who might find her attractive. 

She was the proverbial ice maiden; lovely, vblrant thing of great beauty and 
little or no warmth. There were many handsome young men who worked in the 
same office with her but they pretty much left her alone. Once in a while 
one of the new ones would give her the rush act and ask her for a date and 
she would turn him down and that would be that. And she would return to her 
cute little home night after night and find pleasure in movies on 
television. 

She slipped her old robe off and stood in front of the full length glass on 
the bathroom door and was suddenly filled with a brand new surge of pride. 
She turned so that she could examine the contours of breast and bottom and 
she was so proud of the firm, jutting breasts that bristled with young 
beauty on her ribcage, the sweetly sculptured buttocks, the virginal thighs. 
Her nipples were tiny, tinted a blushing hot pink and the rosettes were 
small, too. But, she supposed there was reason for that. 

Her personnel card at the office said that she was nineteen but she was 
actually not quite sixteen and she was always glad that her face and figure 
had made her seem much older. She had done a great deal of planning and 
scheming when she was still living with her mother and Lily in the cruddy 
city apartment and she knew that she would have to run away because of the 
way things began to develop. 

Her mother got to a stage where she could not control the men she brought 
home after she got a few drinks into her. Norma would never forget the night 
her mother's boyfriend, Leo, had wandered into her bedroom. Remembering, she 
began to blush and she watched her body turn a deep shade of pink. The 
mirror was reflecting the image of her too pink person and she wished that 
she could smile at herself, but she could not. 

She turned to face the looking glass and she glanced at the small, almost 
white tuft of pubic hair and she wished that she had the courage to rid 
herself of that. So many girls were doing that nowadays. She wondered 
fleetingly if Lily would have any hair at all there. She knew that Lily 
would not hesitate to shave hers off if she felt that way about it. Lily was 
rather forthright about things. 

She stopped admiring her beauty in the glass and she got into the shower and 
began scrubbing her firm, young body with the zeal of an outraged 
missionary. She hated the venal sense of glory she could always enjoy when 
she handled her own body, a sense of pride and inner excitement and wondrous 
splendor. It was almost sexual, she suspected, and the sensations that she 
could feel whenever she touched herself made her cringe. 

She began trying to adjust the shower controls and it annoyed her when she 
was not able to get a large, forceful stream of water from the showerhead. 
She suspected that someone in the big house was also taking a shower at the 
same time. 

The guest house had been rented to her by an agent and he had explained that 
the people who lived in the main house on the big, walled-in estate were in 
Europe and would be back in a few weeks. They had gotten home a few days ago 
but she had not yet met any of them, mainly because she was always working. 
She was not sure she would keep the guest house if she was going to have 
troubles like a diminished water supply all the time. 

Her mind shifted as she rubbed her crotch and pubis with a soapy wash rag 
and she could remember the one time that she had been touched down there by 
a stranger and her body began to prickle and tingle with shame, as it always 
did, whenever she remembered her last night in her mother's apartment: 

She was home alone when Leo arrived and he kept looking at her as she moved 
around the apartment, getting the supper things ready. He was a nice-looking 
guy, at least ten years younger than her mother and he just couldn't take 
his eyes off Norma. She was embarrassed and upset by his steady stare and 
she was so glad when her mother got home from work. 

She could tell that her mother had been drinking and she knew there would be 
a bottle in the big shopping bag her mother had brought home with her. She 
was sickened by the vulgar display that her mother and Leo put on as they 
hugged and kissed. They came into the kitchen; her mother was watching Leo 
as he gazed at Norma, eyeing her intently no matter what she did. 

Joyce, her mother, had laughed at him. "Does Mamma's baby boy see something 
he wants more than Mamma?" she said, almost giggling. 

Leo shook his head. "She is so beautiful," he said, softly, unbelievingly. 
"She is so pretty it is shocking." 

"You should see her in a bikini," Joyce said. "You just won't believe it at 
all." 

Leo smiled and he put his hands on Joyce and he kissed her and Norma was 
shivering and trembling and she was sure that they knew it. 

"After supper, if you're a good boy," Joyce said, "I'll have Norma put on 
her bikini and model it for you. Maybe that will wake up your lazy cock and 
I'll get some good out of it. But, let's eat first, I'm starving." 

Norma knew that she was as red as fire as she sat down at the table with the 
two of them. Leo just wouldn't stop looking at her and it was making her 
very nervous. 

"Lily is staying over at Olga's," she told Joyce. "She said that you gave 
her permission." 

"Yea, I did," Joyce said. "She asked me this morning and I said all right. 
Mmm, this is good, dear. You are such a treasure." 

She had fixed leftovers and she didn't think that the food was that good. 
Her mother was just trying to make up to her, she supposed. She looked at 
Joyce rather closely and she was again amazed, as she always was, to see 
that her mother had the face and figure of a teenager. Joyce was a very 
young mother, yet, even with all her drinking and screwing, still was 
pretty. 

They ate in silence; Norma could feel Leo's gaze on her all the time and she 
was glad when Joyce took him into her bedroom with her and she was alone in 
the kitchen. 

When she finished her work she settled down in front of the television set 
and she was watching a show when her mother came out of the bedroom, wearing 
a faded bathrobe. Joyce looked tousled and drunk; her face was a bit puffy, 
a sure sign she was a long way from being sober. Joyce got herself a fresh 
drink and she sat on the living room couch. A moment or two later, Leo 
wandered into the kitchen and settled beside Joyce on the couch with a fresh 
drink in his hand, too. He was fully dressed but he had the same slack look 
in his face and he turned to look at Joyce with a questioning stare. She 
giggled and leaned forward so that she could give him a sloppy kiss on his 
lips. 

"Oh, all right," she said, "you animal, you. 

All right." 

Joyce took a swallow of her drink and then she lifted her head to look at 
Norma. "Norma, dear," she said, "I want you to go into your room and put 
that nice new bikini on and model it so that Leo can see how very lovely you 
are. Now go do it, dear." 

Norma shivered. She shook her head, slowly. 

"I'm sorry," she said. "I don't have that any more. I gave it to a 
girlfriend of mine. She liked it. I didn't. So, I'm sorry." 

Joyce took another sip of her highball and she thought about what Norma had 
said and then she got a stubborn look on her face. 

"All right," she said, slowly. "There is a set of black lingerie in the top 
drawer of my bureau. A bra and bikini pants. Go into my bedroom and put them 
on. They will do just as well." 

Norma was suddenly in a situation that she could not handle. She was afraid 
to defy Joyce and afraid to obey her, too. She could see the crazy look in 
Leo's eyes and she was sure that Joyce would not be able to cope with him if 
he once got ideas in his head. She burst into tears and she was shaking her 
head. Joyce got to her feet and she walked over to where Norma was sitting. 
She cupped Norma's chin and lifted her face so that she could stare down 
into the soft, blue-green eyes. Joyce shook her head from side to side, then 
she took her hand away. A second later she smashed her palm against Norma's 
cheek and the force of the blow knocked Norma out of her chair and sent her 
sprawling on the living room floor. Joyce moved right over to where she was 
huddled, weeping, on the floor and she reached down, took Norma's hand and 
pulled her onto her feet. Then she slapped the other cheek and Norma went 
flying again. 

"You little bitch," Joyce said, furious, almost murderous in a drunken rage, 
"you obey me when I tell you to do something. Now, stop your sniveling and 
go do what I told you to do." 

She was shaking violently as she ran into her mother's bedroom and she was 
close to hysteria, but Joyce followed her into the room and sat on the edge 
of her bed, drink in hand. She glared at Norma, still angry. 

"You stop bawling," Joyce said, "or I'll give you something to bawl about, 
Now you fix your face and put some makeup on and then brush your hair out. 
Then you put the set on and I'll come in and take a look at you. I really 
want Leo to see how pretty you are. And, if you disobey me, or give me any 
more trouble, I will beat you till you can't walk. So, you get on with it." 

Joyce went out of the bedroom and Norma was alone, shivering and weeping and 
she made a masterful effort to stop crying. She was able to do it and when 
she went into the bathroom she found that her eyes were swollen. She bathed 
them in cold water, until they were back to normal again. She washed her 
face and while she was brushing her hair, Joyce wandered into the room, a 
fresh drink in her hand, a new shade of pink in her face. Joyce was 
apparently captivated by the spirit of sensuality inherent in what she was 
forcing her daughter to do. 

"Put eye makeup on, dear," she said, "and fix your pretty mouth with 
lipstick and I will dig out my black pumps for you to wear and we will 
really give Leo an eyeful." 

She began fixing her face and applying eye shadow and liner and then she was 
ready, finally, to get out of her clothes and try 'the wispy black panty set 
on. She took the flat white box into the bathroom and when she handled the 
skimpy garments a sense of utter desolation and despair almost swamped her. 

While the transparent pieces were beautiful, they were too small for her and 
when she began putting them on, she was close to tears again. The panties 
were really a small triangle of sheer material with a G string that nestled 
tightly against her skin and left her buttocks completely bare. The bra was 
also too small: it barely covered the lower side of her breasts. She could 
see the way they stood out on her ribcage, like twin bullets of unbelievable 
perfection and great allure. She realized she was admiring her own beauty 
and that made her face prickle and sting with quick warmth and shame. 

When she stepped back and looked at the way the wispy panties fitted she saw 
that they were as transparent as glass, exposing every line and fold of her 
most intimate flesh. She might just as well be naked, she thought 
frantically. 

Joyce returned to the bedroom and she was smiling with an air of great 
happiness. She pushed a frosted highball glass into Norma's thin white 
fingers and she laughed softly as her eyes gleamed with envious admiration 
for the young beauty she was seeing. 

"I've brought you a drink, dear," Joyce said. 

I want you to have it. It will make you feel much better and you won't be so 
nervous after you have had a drink or two. Now, bottoms up, dear." When 
Norma hesitated, Joyce glared at her and the anger came back into her face. 
"Drink it, damn you," Joyce said. "You obey me when I tell you to do 
something or I will beat the hell out of you. Now, drink it." 

She remembered that she had put the glass up to her mouth and then she drank 
it all right down and she was sorry a moment later, because she actually 
liked the taste of the drink and Joyce seemed to know that she would enjoy 
it. She reached for the glass and took it from her. 

"You finish with your makeup and then put on my heels and I will come in and 
check you over. I'll fix you another drink, but take my advice, don't gulp 
them down. Take it easy." 

Joyce went off to the kitchen again and Norma stood straight and splendid in 
her near nudity and she could feel the drink that she had taken stirring in 
her being, heightening her perceptions, strengthening her, and when Joyce 
brought her another drink, she took it and she drank some of it and then she 
slipped the high heeled shoes on and when she paraded and pirouetted in 
front of the full length mirror she knew that she was lovely, beautiful 
beyond description. She drank some more of her highball and she was suddenly 
brave, bold, almost brazen. She could see the lush beauty of her pert young 
breasts and the mystical sculpture of her most interesting flesh and when 
she turned, she could see the luscious splendor of her plump white buttocks. 

Joyce was staring at her and she could see that her mother was astonished. 

"I had no idea," Joyce said, a bit thickly. "I thought you were just a 
pretty kid, but you are more than that, you are a very beautiful woman. I 
don't think I like the kind of competition you represent. Maybe this ain't 
such a good idea, after all." 

"Why not?" Norma said. "You wanted Leo to see how pretty I can look. 

Well, let's let him look." 

Joyce was uncertain about things; she shook her head. 

"I think not," she said. "I don't think that I want Leo's dirty hands on you 
and he will surely want you if he sees you like this. My God, even I want 
you, and I never thought that I was a les. You are just so damned pretty. 
You are pretty enough to eat." 

"And I am just the guy to know where to start eating her," Leo said. Norma 
looked up when she heard his voice and he was standing in the doorway, 
looking at her and she could see that he was impressed. He set his glass 
down on the top of a bureau and then he was walking toward her and she was 
moving away from him. She finished her drink and set the glass down and when 
Joyce moved in front of Leo and she began kissing him, Norma was tempted to 
flee. 

"You have such charming ideas," Joyce said to Leo. "I'm sure that what you 
have in mind wouldn't hurt my baby. It might be rather interesting to 
watch." 

Joyce put her hand down and her fingers outlined a massive organ, fiercely 
erect in Leo's trousers. Joyce made a soft, pleased sound and she stepped 
away from Leo. She sat down on the bed and she gulped the rest of her drink. 
She held the glass out to Leo. 

"Make three, dear," she said, coaxingly. "I will talk to my lovely youngster 
and see how she feels about things." 

Handsome Leo went out, grinning. He was back with the three drinks on a 
tray; he handed one to Norma with hands that were shaking. Hers shook, too, 
and she wished she could understand why she felt so brave so suddenly. 

Leo sat beside Joyce and examined Norma intently. She knew that the tiny 
bikini hid nothing at all and simply outlined every little crease of her 
genitalia. 

"Walk around, dear," Joyce said. "Let us admire you from every angle." 

Norma obeyed; and as she pirouetted and pranced around, she knew that her 
bottom was absolutely bare and the way Leo was looking at it, it was 
bewitching. Joyce crooked her finger at her and she went to stand at the 
edge of the bed, between Leo and her mother. 

"Isn't my baby a real stunner? Joyce said. She smiled at Leo and when he 
nodded, Joyce giggled like a schoolgirl. Leo was licking his lips as he 
stared at her and Norma wished he would look somewhere else for a change. 

He didn't look elsewhere. Instead, he reached out and touched Norma's pubis; 
when she caved in and tried to back away, Joyce laughed at her shyness. 
Leo's fingers caught the edge of her bikini and he ripped the small triangle 
to shreds and she was naked from the bottom of her breasts to the bottom of 
her feet. She was outraged and in a panic and when she expected Joyce to 
make some protest or to object, she wasted her time. Leo's fingers began 
kneading and massaging her supersensitive flesh and each time he pushed his 
fat finger forward in her deep cleft he slipped his finger far up inside of 
her and she could feel every little millimeter a( his finger. His thumb 
massaged and teased her tiny, inexperienced clitoris and when she came in 
his palm he laughed at her and Joyce hugged him while her mouth kissed his 
lips and her tongue slipped inside. 

"Don't you hurt my pretty little baby," Joyce said, in between the 
passionate kisses she was plastering all over Leo's mouth. He pushed Joyce 
away from him and then he got up onto his feet. His hands whisked away the 
tiny bra and then his fingers were fondling the virginal breasts. Joyce sat 
and watched him, her eyes filled with a strange expression. On the one hand 
she was the proud female who had created this fantastic beauty, and she was 
also a very much disturbed woman who was suddenly jealous of a young girl 
who had obviously captivated that which she felt belonged to her. "For God's 
sake, Leo, Joyce cried out, almost hysterically, "don't rape the kid. Don't 
lose your head over a young cunt." 

"Sure," Leo said, amiably. His hands were busy with Norma's breasts and 
crotch and she was helpless in his powerful grasp. He was hurting her and he 
didn't seem to care. He put his mouth over one of her nipples and she felt 
the sharp pain as his teeth cut into the sensitive flesh. She gasped and he 
began licking her breast and sucking the nipple just like an ambitious baby. 

Leo pulled her onto the bed and she began to resist and he was hurting her 
horribly, squeezing one of her buttocks harshly in his big grip. She cried 
out and she could hear Joyce moaning and whimpering as Leo settled the bulk 
of his body down on top of Norma and then his mouth was on hers and he was 
kissing her and she was whimpering and moaning, too, her body alive with 
seething protest and anguished outrage. 

"Oh, no," Joyce was moaning, "please no, Leo. Don't hurt my baby. Please 
no." 

Leo moved in the bed and then Norma could feel his palms cupping her 
buttocks and then she felt his tongue sliding into her most intimate opening 
and she cried out in protest and he thought it was joy. He began flicking 
his tongue in and out and then his lips were tightly pressed to her flesh 
and his expert mouth and tongue and mobile lips drove her out of her mind 
with unimagined ecstasies. She ached with the need to fight him, the raw 
desire to get away, but the things that he was doing to her robbed her of 
all strength and she was unable to move, to resist him in any way. 

She was writhing and squirming in outraged sensitivity and she knew that the 
quick gathering and bursting sensations that fled through her body as 
ecstasy were orgasms and that she was responding to stimulation in a way 
that was quite normal, and that surprised her be-' cause she had known for a 
long time that sexual pleasures and sensual experiences were not for her. 
She was not built that way. 

But, at the moment, her body and her glands did not seem to know that and 
she was reacting to expert lovemaking as eagerly and wetly as any alley cat. 
The thought made her weep and she knew that the drinks were affecting her, 
too, and each time Leo's tongue forced her into coming, the sensation was 
richer, deeper, a brand new burst of bliss and she hated herself for the 
ability to enjoy such voluptuous sensations. 

She was twisting from side to side, writhing in anguished ecstasy and at one 
point she opened her eyes and she saw that Joyce had exposed Leo's cock and 
it was in her mouth and she was moving her mouth up and down on it and then 
Leo became actually frenzied and she watched as Joyce shook violently and 
then she was sucking fiercely, her cheeks hollowed with effort and then she 
was swallowing Leo, as contented as any cat, and Norma realized that she was 
weeping and sobbing and yelping loudly as the ultimate ecstasy became hers 
and she drenched Leo's busy tongue with the nectar he had worked ' so hard 
for. A sense of exhaustion and utter peace came to her and she put her hand 
down and gently pushed Leo's mouth away. She was just too sensitive down 
there to be touched. 

Joyce was sitting on the edge of the bed, smoking a cigarette and Leo was 
beside her. They were both looking at Norma's sex and when she saw that, she 
moved her legs, closing them. Joyce went out to the kitchen for some fresh 
drinks and Leo bent over and he kissed her soft mouth. Her lips were wet 
with her tears but he didn't seem to mind. He put his hand on her breast and 
he spoke to her as he kissed her sweet young mouth. 

"You just wait," he said. "I'll let Joyce get it up for me and then I'm 
going to fuck you silly, you sweet, pretty thing. I'm going to fuck you 
every way but east. You are going to enjoy this night like you never enjoyed 
a night before." 

She tried to twist her mouth away from him so that she could beg him not to 
do anything more to her but he would not let her go. Joyce returned to them 
with the drinks that she had made and Joyce was in a very romantic mood. She 
handed Leo his drink and she placed the one she had made for Norma on the 
night table. Then she gulped some of hers, and set that down, too. She 
opened her robe and took it off and Norma was shocked by the simple beauty 
of her mother's firm and well kept body. Joyce climbed onto the bed with 
them and began opening Leo's shirt and his pants. A moment later he left 
Norma's supine body long enough to take his clothes off and then he was back 
again and she could feel the warmth and the wetness of the monstrous organ 
he had nestled against his belly. Joyce had one of her hands wrapped around 
the big thing and she was moving her. hand up and down and making mewing, 
crooning sounds deep in her throat. Joyce began kissing Leo's organ as he 
knelt above Norma's body. He was kissing her mouth and her eyes and her brow 
and her breasts and it was plain that he was very much aroused again. 

He lowered his hips and he was trying to ram his stiff cock into her, but 
Joyce was still holding it and she refused to let go. 

"I'm trying to get into her," Leo said, annoyed. 

"Now quit fooling around, Joyce, honey. You s'posed to help me." 

Joyce seemed to think that she was supposed to help him, too, and a moment 
later Norma felt the head of his immense organ against the supersensitive 
flesh of her vagina and she wriggled and squirmed like a frightened animal, 
trying to avert penetration, trying to find the words that would tell him 
that she was a virgin and that she didn't want to change that in any way. 
The words would not come, and then his mouth was glued to hers, his tongue 
slipped into her mouth and she could feel Joyce's fingers down there playing 
with his balls and then be made a quick, thrusting movement and .Norma 
screamed in quick pain and then she passed out while he rutted in her 
contentedly and her mother played with his drenched sexual parts. 

She knew that he had not stopped because when she regained her senses she 
found that he had filled her virgin well to overflowing and that could only 
have happened if he kept on to completion. 

She was alone on the bed when she woke and she was sore, filled with pain 
and the fruits of Leo's eager rutting. She moved her legs and they were 
filled with pain and stiffness. She stood, shaking, weeping, feeling the 
slippery wetness sliding down on her thighs. She walked on legs that felt 
like stilts and when she reached the bathroom she sat and wept for a long 
time while the dregs of an undesired orgy slowly drained from her body. 

She found Joyce's vaginal syringe and she used that to cleanse herself and 
she felt a bit refreshed when she saw that she had stopped bleeding. She 
took a shower and then she went into the kitchen for a glass of milk. 

Leo and her mother were stark naked, asleep on her bed. Norma put the lights 
out and went back to her mother's bed, her head swirling, her loins aching 
with a brand new heaviness and pain. She was aware of thinking that it was 
lucky that Lily had not been home, but then, Lily would have managed to 
escape somehow. Or maybe she would not have escaped. Norma knew, too, that 
she would have to leave. If she tried to stay with her mother any more she 
would become Leo's plaything and Norma couldn't have that. She wouldn't have 
that. She couldn't imagine why so many people were hung up on the sex kick. 
There wasn't that much to it, and she didn't enjoy it at all. She knew that 
Leo had forced her into many orgasms but if there had been moments of 
ecstasy they were gone forever. All that she could remember was the pain. 

She left home the next day. 

She got very little sleep that night. There was too much to think about, 
there was too much pain. She slept fitfully after the beginning of dawn and 
when she finally woke, Joyce and Leo were gone. 

Both had to go to work; Lily would be in school. Norma was all finished with 
school. She would run away and get a job and work and support herself and 
she would send for Lily when she had some money and could guarantee her a 
future. 

It was all surprisingly easy once she began to make the big change in her 
life. She had almost three hundred dollars in a savings account, a fund that 
she had been building for a car, but she took it all from the bank. Then she 
began looking for a place to life. 

She found the ad in the paper for the guest house and that appealed to her 
because it was in a far end of the city. She went there by bus and the agent 
took her to see the little house and she fell in love with it. The rent was 
inexpensive and she was able to move right in. A few days later, in the 
afternoon, she called home and got a chance to talk privately with Lily who 
was very unhappy and begged Norma to take her in with her. Norma refused 
because she feared difficulties with the school authorities. 

Three weeks later, Joyce and Leo died in an auto crash and Norma realized 
that she was going to have to look after Lily. Norma was all that Lily had 
left in the way of folks. 

Norma helped Lily move in and get set up in the local junior high school. 
Norma had a job and the future looked to be quite bright and encouraging. 

Norma was in the bathtub. She sat forward and turned on the hot water, 
hoping to warm the mass that she was sitting in. She had bathed herself but 
felt like soaking and relaxing. She was filled with a sense of well-being; 
she had already forgiven Leo and Joyce for the terrible things that they had 
done to her. 

Lily was thriving now, going to school and helping her with the household 
chores. Norma was beginning to forget some of the horror of the night she 
had spent with Leo and Joyce and she was glad that she had been able to get 
Lily to stay with her so that she could sort of keep an eye on her. Lily was 
such a pretty little thing and she didn't really seem to be thirteen, but 
nature seemed to know that the little blonde bombshell was growing up. She 
smiled as she thought about the twin lovelies on Lily's chest. She was so 
careful about hiding them but every little once in a while Lily would wear a 
tight sweater and no bra and the small, thrusting breasts could be guessed 
at and the rest of Lily was quite inflammatory, too. Norma was convinced 
that Lily was a very lovely young girl, and if she needed confirmation of 
her judgement she could see it in the eyes of the men who looked at Lily 
whenever they got the chance. 

She was glad that it was Saturday and she decided that she would stop 
soaking in the tub. 

She stood up and turned on the shower for a moment to rinse her body, then 
she got out and as she began toweling her body dry she became aware of a new 
and delightful sensation alive and tingling everywhere in her body. She was 
suddenly sexually aroused, caught in the grip of a heavy, throbbing 
voluptuous sensuality that was quite alien to her. She was very sensitive 
everywhere and when she began drying her crotch an overpowering urge to slip 
her finger inside came to her and she was unable to resist the urge. She 
slipped her finger deep inside her tight little sexual sheath and as the 
sensitive flesh responded to her touch, she began to shake and shudder and 
then she felt the hot, quickening sensation, the crawling, squirming eels of 
sensual splendor begin their insidious work and her finger began a 
pistonlike motion that quickly culminated in a frenzied, bursting orgasm and 
as she felt the tiny, trickling sensations within her body, she sobbed and 
grasped the washstand as her body shook and vibrated cruelly with a brand 
new convulsion. 

She was weak when it was all over and she was ashamed of her venality, her 
quick surrender to erotic excitement. She would have to ignore such 
inclinations in the future. She would have to set a good example for Lily 
who was a child in many ways: not yet sixteen, and filled with all of the 
sexual drives that had destroyed her mother, and Norma would not tolerate 
that kind of a life for either of them. 

Joyce was dead now and all of the evil yearnings that had been a part of 
Joyce and her hedonistic attitudes would be dead, too. Norma knew that she 
was not going to be involved with sexual matters, not the way that she was 
made. She was quite willing to believe that she could become excited 
sexually, perhaps she had sat in the bath water for too long and that had 
aroused her. She did not know what had activated her glands and her senses 
but she would certainly make sure that it did not happen again. 

She had Lily to look after. Norma had a job and a future and she was not 
going to take any chances. 

She had no interest at all in love. 

 Chapter Two 

Dressed in shorts and a halter, Norma went into the kitchen and began fixing 
breakfast. She looked in on Lily and stood for a moment or two in the 
doorway looking at her pretty little sister in bed. Lily's nightie clung to 
her chest and she could practically see the sharp little breasts. hey were 
like two large halves of lemons, standing out on the immature ribcage. Norma 
turned away quickly, alarmed by the warmth beginning to burn in her loins. 
It upset her to realize that she was being affected by the beauty of her own 
sisters chest! That was ridiculous. 

Lily's lissome young legs were clearly limned beneath the thin covers on the 
bed and Norma was amazed by the simple allure of the young girl's shapely 
legs and grown-up thighs. Lily's cute little butt was almost visible and 
Norma smiled as she remembered the bewitching curves of the young buttocks. 

Lily was really a glowing, radiant little. blonde bombshell and Norma was 
not really able to scold or control her. She loved Lily and she wanted only 
the very best for her. 

Norma was still busy with breakfast in the kitchen when the doorbell 
shattered the early morning silence. She opened the door and a handsome 
young man with long blond hair was standing on the back porch. He smiled at 
her and she was amazed at the quality of femininity he seemed to exude. 

"Hello," he said, "my name is Mark, and I live in the big house. Lennie 
asked me to invite you and your sister to the big house and meet all of us. 
Lennie is the guy who owns the place. He and Carol live in the big house and 
my brother, Leslie, and I live with them." 

"Oh," Norma said, a bit unnerved by the boy's frank and admiring stare. He 
was very young. She learned later that he and his twin brother were not 
quite seventeen. 

She was tempted to invite the boy in for coffee but remembered Lily was not 
yet awake and might get up and wander around in her night things and that 
would not be too good. Norma gave the boy a big smile and explained that her 
sister was still sleeping. But, perhaps they could stop in and visit a bit 
later. 

"Lennie wants to see you now," the boy said. He was quite insistent and his 
attitude suggested that the king had summoned her and she had better report 
in immediately or else...."I'm sorry," she said. "Lennie will just haveto 
wait. We pay our rent and I don't feel that anything else is required of 
us." 

"Suit yourself," the young man said. He turned around and stepped off the 
porch and she watched him as he walked the long pathway that stretched off 
into a small copse and led to the big house in the distance. 

When she went back into the kitchen she found Lily awake and busy with a 
bowl of cereal. She said hi and Lily said hi and then she sat down to have a 
cup of coffee with her little sister. Lily sat back in her chair and 
stretched her arms behind her back and the oversized lemons on her chest 
stuck straight out and Norma wondered if they were beginning to grow more 
than they should. They seemed to be much bigger than she had supposed. She 
smiled as she realized that her little sister was growing up in many ways; 
Norma would have to accept that. 

Lily stood up and she put her empty bowl into the sink. She took a deep 
breath and then she turned to smile radiantly at Norma. 

"Who was the groovy guy on the porch?" Lily asked. 

"The people who live in the big house are home now and the big wheel wants 
us to stop in and see him," Norma explained. 

"We'll do it, too," Lily said. "I kind of liked that boy." 

Norma snorted. "His hair is longer and prettier than yours," she said. "I 
wouldn't be surprised to see him wearing earrings." 

Lily gave her a funny stare. "I just liked him," she said. "I wasn't 
thinking about getting married to him. He just seemed to be very nice and 
very good-looking." 

The telephone rang and Norma blinked in surprise. They had no friends who 
knew their number and she couldn't imagine who would be calling. She 
answered the telephone and found out that her landlord was calling her. He 
wouldn't take no for an answer, it seemed. 

"Hello, young lady," he said. "This is Lennie Burke, your landlord. I 
understand that Mark was unable to persuade you to stop in and visit me. I 
wish you would change your mind." 

She was impressed by the way he sounded. She liked his deep voice and the 
charm and consideration that his tone and words expressed. 

"We will be glad to stop in and say hello, Mr. Burke," Norma said. "I told 
the young man that I couldn't come right then. He was insistent He laughed 
at that. "I'm afraid that Mark is rarely insistent," he said. "He and his 
brother, Leslie, are very docile. Carol and I are very pleased to have them 
living with us." 

His voice changed and became rather crisp. "I wondered, Miss Walton, if you 
would like a job? I was told that you have a job, but there is a great deal 
of work here that I thought you and your sister might want to do. It would 
pay well and you could be a big help to me. Would you consider it?" 

"What kind of work, Mr. Burke?" she asked. 

"I think you'd have to come and see what I have in mind. Do stop in as soon 
as you can. You sound so nice and young, I would very much like to meet you 
and your sister. I'll be expecting you. Good-bye." 

He was gone before she had a chance to refuse his job or anything else. Lily 
was staring at her with a bright, inquisitive look. Norma hung up the 
telephone and she sat down again. Her coffee had grown cold but she didn't 
mind. She sipped it anyway. She lit a cigarette and when Lily reached for 
the pack she felt a moment of regret. She wished that Lily wouldn't smoke. 
She was much too young to smoke, but whenever she said anything, Lily was 
quick to point out that Norma was only a few years older. Two years 
actually, and regardless of whether she looked to be twenty or not, she was 
only fifteen. 

She watched Lily handle the cigarette and ,he way she inhaled and held the 
smoke in her lungs suggested that Lily had been smoking for ,quite a while. 
She wondered about Lily and drugs but she didn't ask. She was afraid of what 
her little sister might say. 

"So, let's go see the guy," Lily said. 

Norma shrugged and then while Lily got into -''me clothes, she sipped 
another cup of coffee and smoked another cigarette. She was quite im - 
ressed by Lily's prettiness when the younger girl finished dressing. Lily 
had brushed her long blonde hair till it shone like molten gold and she had 
a touch of lipstick on her mouth, a ,.alter concealed most of her breasts 
and she as wearing a pair of hot pink hotpants. They were much too short, 
much too revealing. Norma could see every fold of sexual flesh between 
Lily's legs and wondered if Lily knew that she was showing so much. She must 
have, because she pulled her shorts down and then she gave Norma a crooked 
grin. 

They walked to the big house and when they knocked on the back door a 
beautiful brunette opened the door and made them welcome. "Hello," the 
brunette said. "I am Carol. Do come in." 

They stepped into a large, gleaming kitchen and Carol waved toward a 
breakfast nook where a smiling young man sat, sipping coffee in front of a 
big plate of toast. 

"This is Lennie, your landlord," Carol said. She had a slow, sexy smile and 
sparkling white teeth, long hair and big brown eyes. She was very beautiful 
and the hotpants outfit she was wearing made her look even prettier. Norma 
gave Lennie her hand and she matched his smile. Lily shook hands with him, 
too. Carol put cups out for them and poured coffee for everybody. 

Lennie was admiring her, Norma knew, and he liked Lily, too. He was a very 
nice-looking guy, probably in his late twenties. He had bright, alert, brown 
eyes and a nice smile, and short, curly brown hair. His hands were white and 
she didn't think they had ever done any hard work. 

"I am glad to have tenants in the guest house," Lennie said, "and now that I 
see how pretty you two are, I am delighted to have you for tenants. How old 
are you, Norma?" 

"Nineteen," Norma said. She didn't look him in the eye and she was sure that 
he did not believe her. 

"You might get away with that elsewhere," Lennie said, smiling, "but not 
with me. You don't have any reason to lie to us. Now, how old are you?" 

Lily betrayed her. "Norma is only fifteen and I am thirteen. Our mother got 
killed in an accident so Norma is looking after me while I finish school." 

Carol was regarding both of them with a friendly, brown-eyed stare. "What 
about your schooling?" she asked Norma. 

"I've had it with school," Norma said. "I don't want any more." 

"Norma," Lennie said, "I wanted to talk with you and offer you an extra job. 
Mainly because you live so close to us. You see, I inherited this place and 
the lawyers tell me that it is filled with treasures, but we have to take an 
inventory. There is no time limit, but I was wondering if you would like to 
take the job on? You would earn five dollars an hour and you would have to 
catalogue everything and there is a year's work here, I'm told." 

Norma was amazed by the offer. The money that he talked about was so much 
more than she was earning. 

"Could I work full time?" she asked. "Lily could help me after school and 
weekends. Would that be all right?" 

"Of course," he said. "Are you say in g that you would give up your regular 
job and do this instead?" He sounded very pleased. 

"Sure," Norma said, smiling. "When I finish here I can always get another 
job like the one I have now." 

"That's good thinking," Lennie said. "Carol, dear, why don't you take our 
new friends for a tour and arrange for Norma to come in and get busy on 
Monday morning? Or, whenever she can." 

"All right," Carol said, quietly. 

She finished her coffee and Norma downed hers too. She gave Lennie a shy 
smile as she and Lily followed Carol out of the kitchen. The house was huge 
and there were many rooms. 

She met Mark again and Leslie and looking at the twins she could not be sure 
which one had come to her back door. They looked so much alike. The two boys 
were busy with weights and barbells in a room that had been fitted out for 
that sort of activity. 

It bothered her a bit to realize that Lily was very much interested in the 
twins. She worried about that as she and Lily went through the many rooms 
with Carol. There were several rooms filled with bookshelves and there were 
thousands of books and Carol told her, smiling sympathetically, that she 
would be expected to list and catalogue each of the books. 

"And that's only part of it," Carol said. "There are several music rooms 
just filled with music and recordings and you will grow old listing and 
evaluating everything. I wish that I could be helpful but I just don't have 
the patience such a task would require. So, I told Lennie he'd better hire 
someone. When the real estate agent told us that two young and pretty girls 
had rented the guest house, Lennie thought of hiring you." 

"I'm glad that he did," Norma said. 

It took a long time to explore the big house and Lennie joined them on the 
second floor. He explained that the estate had belonged to his uncle and the 
man had died and the house and all of its treasures had been left to him. 
There were lots of passageways and subterranean rooms in the big place and 
he and his friends were still doing some exploring. 

It was explained to Norma and Lily that Lennie and Carol were living 
together and the two boys were houseguests, very young boys who would not 
prosper too well in the outside world. 

"Leslie and Mark are happy here with us," Lennie said, "and we are happy 
having them with us. I'm sure that we will be glad to have you two with us, 
too." 

Later, they were invited to stay and have lunch with Lennie and Carol and 
the boys and Lily insisted that they accept. They feasted upon sandwiches 
that Carol fixed and while they were having some coffee, Lennie suggested 
that the two girls could move into the big house, if they wanted to and that 
way Norma could save all of the money that she would earn. 

"We can rent the guest house to someone else," Lennie said. "It is just an 
idea but do think about it. You will be spending most of your time in the 
big house, you might as well live here." 

"Lily has to go to school," Norma said, not too sensibly. 

"The twins go to school, too," Lennie said. "The school bus picks them up 
right outside. You think it over. It might be a good idea. No hurry." 

Their visit in the big house was a time of great cordiality and when they 
finally went back to the tittle guest house, Lily was very much impressed by 
the people they had met as well as the house itself. 

Norma talked it all over with Lily while they did their housework and by the 
time the day was over, it had been pretty well decided that they would move 
into the big house and live there for as long as they could. 

The following day, Carol and the boys helped them to make the move. They had 
very few possessions of their own and not very much clothing, but they moved 
what little they had into a big double room; but even before they were 
settled, Lennie suggested that each girl have her own private room. 

"That way," he told Norma, "if you have to work late, or you want to, you 
can do so and be undisturbed." 

That seemed to be good thinking and Norma would up with her own room on the 
second floor while Lily had a smaller room on the third floor. The twins 
were extremely cordial to her, Norma thought, and Carol offered to loan her 
anything that she might need in order to become settled in more comfortably 
and when she got a chance to talk to Lily, Norma was very much impressed by 
the happiness that her young sister displayed. Lily took to living in 
splendor with the easy adjustment that the very young seem to make. 

She and Lily helped Carol with their dinner and they ate elegantly, sitting 
at a long dinner table in a dining room and the sparkling linen and gleaming 
china and good silver made Norma realize that she was living in a brand new 
world. 

There was a light wine for dinner, too, and Norma tried to refuse tasting 
any of it but Lennie and Carol were insistent. Remembering the experiences 
she had encountered the last time she had something to drink she was timid, 
fearful, perhaps, and she tried to leave the wine alone. But, after she had 
tasted the first glass, she discovered that the pale fluid was delicious and 
she let Carol fill her glass again and again. 

The dishes were dispatched easily and while the dishwasher dealt with them, 
she and Lily sat in the vast living room, watching the color television set. 
There were several good programs on and by the time the others were thinking 
of bed, she was almost asleep. Just before she said good night, Carol 
brought a tray to her and they all had some more wine. Carol laughed, 
wrinkling her nose, and promised that drinking the wine so close to bed time 
could be quite interesting. 

"This wine affects some people very oddly," Carol said. "Some people have 
wild and very erotic dreams after drinking it." 

"Now you tell me," Norma said, smiling. 

The twins had gone to their beds a long time earlier and Lily had caved in 
much earlier, too. Carol and Lennie were with her sharing a nightcap and she 
was glad when they finally let her go off to her room. She was already 
beginning to feel a drowsy lassitude that she was quite candidly enjoying. 
She was tired and she'd had a busy day. She was beginning to enjoy a small 
measure of security for the first time in her life. 

She climbed into her bed and she became one of those who were the victim of 
wild, erotic dreams after drinking the wine. But, there was a new element 
and a new dimension involved in her dreams. She was able to experience 
sensual and sexual experiences of remarkable depth and clarity and she 
enjoyed it all. That was odd, a very new dimension for her. After all, how 
could she find anything pleasant in a sexual experience? She had always been 
the ice maiden and she was not going to change, not ever. 

The dream began in a very ordinary way, and it was not like the usual dream, 
where there was no beginning, no end, just bits and pieces of fantasy. This 
was orderly and she was kept quite busy for the entire night, it seemed. 

It all began when Carol and Lennie entered her room and she thought that 
Carol was exceptionally lovely in a flowing, sheer peignoir that barely 
concealed any of the splendid body it was intended to hide. Carol smiled 
down at her and she held out her hand and Norma took it. Carol helped her to 
a sitting position and when the brunette took her pajama top into her 
fingers and opened it, baring the proud young breasts, Norma was not at all 
upset. She was filled with a sudden boldness that made her want to show her 
pretties to Lennie and Carol. Carol helped her to stand and she was passive 
as Carol's hands removed the lower half of her pajamas and then she was 
naked, gloriously naked, and filled with surging and demanding passions. She 
was so glad that it was just a dream because she would have been horribly 
embarrassed to have Carol and Lennie actually see her nude. She knew that 
she was probably much too modest, but, so long as she was dreaming she was 
glad that she could unwind and be comfortable with her own person. 

"She is fantastically lovely, dear boy," Carol said to Lennie. 

"Yes," he said, smiling at Carol, "she is. Very much so." 

Lennie was wearing a robe and while she stood, smiling at him a bit 
uncertainly, he took her hand in his own, then he opened his robe and she 
saw that he was naked and he had an immense erection. 

He placed her fingers around his huge organ and when he told her to move her 
hand up and down on his flesh she obeyed, happy in the knowledge that she 
was giving him pleasure. She glanced toward the doorway as she heard some 
strange sounds and she saw that the twins were there. They were setting up 
some lights and some cameras and they were filming the scene. She cried out 
in protest and Carol moved close to her. The brunette kissed her gently, 
sweetly, and she told Norma to be a good girl. 

"It is only a dream, Norma, dear," Carol said. "It doesn't matter what 
happens in a dream. You know that. In the morning you will not even be able 
to remember any of this. So, just enjoy it all, and perhaps if you like 
these kind of dreams, we will have wine again with dinner every night." 

Carol placed her delicate little hands on Norma's cool breasts and she found 
that she could enjoy the girl's touch. Lennie took his robe off and then he 
moved so that he could take Norma into his arms. They stood sideways so that 
the cameras could catch all of the action and then he was sliding his huge 
organ up into her and she was prancing on her toes, impaled and feeling him 
inside of her. He began moving his organ up and down in her tight sheath and 
then she was moaning and whimpering as feelings of exquisite pleasure came 
alive in her loins and she was becoming more and more aroused. 

Lennie bent her backwards and she settled down upon the bed and he was 
screwing her, his hands holding her legs up around his waist. She could see 
the boys moving closer with handheld cameras and they were pushing the 
cameras close to her vulva and her intimate parts. It was just too real and 
she began to sob and weep and then a monumental onslaught of pure ecstasy 
began in her loins and her brain and she was coming and so was Lennie and 
she heard one of the boys commenting. 

"Jesus," the boy said, "will you look at that bitch come. She must have been 
saving it up for the birds. Lennie sure is putting it to her good." 

Carol was watching it all and she turned to glare at the boy. 

"You just get it all," she said. "There will be lots more, but this is all 
good stuff. Don't miss any of it." 

"I get horny," the young man said, "I kind of forget what I am doing. Mark 
does, too." 

Carol smiled at both of the boys while Norma and Lennie were gasping and 
shivering and sweating with monumental burstings. 

"They will have to rest," Carol said. "Take your pants down and I'll blow 
both of you. That should help you to keep your mind on your work. I'm ready 
to do it, too, after watching these two." 

"Man, what'll it be like when we set the little sister up? I want some of 
that one myself," one of the twins said. The two boys were still working 
with their cameras, photographing Norma and Lennie from every possible 
angle. 

Lennie collapsed on top of Norma and her legs dropped down and her feet 
touched the floor. Carol put her hands on the crotch of the nearest twin and 
as she began to open the boy's fly, Lennie spoke to her. He sat up, and 
pulled his dripping staff from Norma's overflowing well. 

Carol bent forward and her tongue began licking Lennie's organ and her 
fingers began tickling his balls. He put his hand on her head and as she 
licked him and then sucked him into her mouth, he began moving his hips in a 
squirming, sensual way. 

"I wanted Norma to suck the boys off so we could get it all on film," Lennie 
said, his voice a bit wavery as Carol's tongue and busy mouth did wonderful 
things to his sensitive flesh. She took her mouth away and then she kissed 
his lips and her tongue slipped into his mouth and as they kissed she was 
sucking his tongue and his fingers were busy with her little cleft and her 
hairless pubis. 

"I will do the boys," Carol said, "and she can do them again later. If I 
don't relieve them in a hurry they are going to explode. So, I'll do it." 

Lennie turned to look at Norma's opened legs and the thin red slit that she 
was exposing. 

"I've got a better idea," he said. "I'll take one of the cameras and the 
twins can fuck her, one at a time. Then you can eat her and have a real 
feast while we are getting ready for more. That will all look good on film." 

"All right," Carol said. She was beginning to squirm as his fingers stirred 
her deeply and she was kissing him eagerly, hotly. He pushed himself away 
from her with a little laugh. He took the camera from one of the twins and 
the young man dropped his pants. and moved into the V of Norma's opened 
legs. He began inserting a very large cock into her and she wriggled her 
hips and thrust her bottom forward, forcing all of him into her slippery 
little well. The boy began screwing her eagerly, frenziedly and she could 
feel every nerve and nerve ending screaming for sweet release and then the 
boy was bursting, spattering within her and she was coming, too, her whole 
being enveloped in a new and very wonderful type of ecstatic frenzy. She 
hardly noticed it when the boy withdrew and his brother began screwing her. 

She was able to experience many lush and vibrant orgasms and then she felt 
Carol's sweet young mouth against her overwrought flesh and she was able to 
writhe and quiver and twitch in a brand new type of pleasurable sensation. 

It went on and on and she was filled with a sense of revulsion when one of 
the boys pushed his stiff organ into her mouth and she obeyed Carol's sweet 
voice telling her to move her head up and down with the boy's penis in her 
mouth and then when the young man's organ ejaculated, she swallowed the 
material and she knew that Carol and Lennie were very well pleased with her. 
She accepted Lennie's organ too, and then the other young boy was eager and 
ready to offer himself to her. 

"I think she's a natural cocksucker, darling," Carol said to Lennie; Norma, 
hearing the compliment, was filled with a sense of great pride. She tried to 
do all of the things that they might want of her because she liked all of 
them and it wasn't their fault that she was so cold and sexually sterile. 

It seemed to her that the dream was with her for most of the night and she 
had done everything imaginable and when she woke in the morning she 
remembered some of the details of the dream and she was overwhelmed with 
shame and embarrassment. 

She sat up in her bed and lit a cigarette and when she heard a tapping on 
her door, she clutched her pajama top and made sure that she was quite 
properly dressed. 

Carol came into her room. She was wearing a big smile and an old faded robe. 
She had a pot of coffee and some toast on a tray. She set the tray on the 
night stand and Norma felt good when she saw that there were two cups. 

Carol said, "I got us both some coffee. How did you sleep?" 

Norma knew that she was blushing and she hated herself for being so 
vulnerable. She told Carol that she had not slept too well. 

"I don't think I want any more of that wine," she said, grimly. "I had some 
very wild dreams. Awful dreams. I did all sorts of hideous things. It was 
really terrible." 

"I know," Carol said. "I had awful dreams, too. But, I think that I can 
enjoy it all. I mean, I know that it is a dream and no one will ever know 
the terrible things I have been doing in my dreams so I get a kick out of 
it. Don't you?" 

"Oh, lord no," Norma said. "I am very reserved and frigid, I guess. I know 
the boys all said that when I was going to school. I don't know why I am the 
way I am, but there isn't anything that I can do about it." 

"That's a shame," Carol said. She sipped her coffee and then she helped 
herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. "It is very early. Everyone else is 
asleep. I woke up and I just thought that you might be awake, too, so I 
brought us some coffee. Are you going to start on your new job today?" 

"I don't know," Norma said. She was suddenly very uncomfortable, aware that 
the details of the night were much too distinct and she could not erase the 
memories from her mind. She was very disorganized and upset and she wished 
that Carol would go away and leave her so that she could rid her mind of the 
dreams and the bits and pieces that still lingered in her brain. She stared 
at the lovely brunette and she remembered that she had dreamed that Carol 
was naked in her bed and she had been appalled when she saw the hairless 
pelvis, the tiny little mole that was on the bald pubis, just above the 
delicately sculptured cleft of girl flesh that was the very beginning of 
Carol's sex. 

"I have to go," she said, almost plaintively. 

"So go," Carol said. "The bathroom for this suite is right there. 

Just open that door. Didn't you know?" 

Norma shook her head. "No," she said. "I haven't used it yet." 

She pushed the covers down and then she got out of bed and she stood for a 
moment on legs that were suddenly weak. Carol was standing beside the bed, 
watching her. She lit another cigarette and smiled at Norma as she started 
for the private bathroom that was part of her new suite. Norma was very 
worried about things, not at all sure that she had dreamed the wild 
nightmare sex games after all. 

She was busy in the bathroom for a long time, and she was hoping that Carol 
would have left her by the time she got back into bed. Finally, she did 
return to her bedroom and she was alone. There was some coffee in the pot 
and she poured that for herself. Then she settled back in the bed, and as 
she thought further about her vivid dreams and the awful things that she had 
done during the night, she knew that it had to be just a dream. 

After all, she just wasn't that type of girl. 

 Chapter Three 

Norma dressed in slacks, blouse and sandals. She intended to begin doing the 
work that she had been hired for, but when she got downstairs she smelled 
the enticing fragrances of bacon and coffee and she found Lennie and Carol 
in the kitchen. 

"Hi," Lennie said, with his charming grin. "Sit down and have some 
breakfast. We've got lots of eggs and bacon and coffee. And I want to talk 
with you." 

She smiled at him, shyly, and when she sat down and looked at his nice, 
friendly face she knew that her dreams had been nothing but that. Lennie was 
much too nice to do the things that her wild imagination had thought up. 
Carol was smiling as she watched Lennie's admiring gaze practically 
devouring Norma. 

"It is fantastic," he said, apologetically. "You are so lovely it is 
incredible." 

His admiration embarrassed her and she was glad when he turned his attention 
to other matters. She ate and he explained something of what he had in mind 
to her. 

"This place is loaded with pictures that are originals and worth a great 
deal of money. My uncle was a very wealthy man and he put a great deal of 
money into possessions. Now I am faced with the task of cataloguing 
everything and disposing of it. 

"What I would like you to do is to locate the most valuable stuff and 
identify it for us so that we may dispose of it. In the den you will find 
all sorts of catalogues so the work is really a matter of you finding the 
most expensive pieces and pointing them out to us. Do you think that you can 
do that?" 

"I'm sure I can," Norma said. 

"We have already disposed of some of the paintings but there we were able to 
deal with experts. The otner treasures in this house you will find for us." 

Carol was sitting in the breakfast nook having breakfast, too. She smiled at 
Norma as she said that they would help as much as they could, but most of 
the work would fall upon Norma's shoulders. 

"That's all right," she said. "That's what you are hiring me for. I will 
manage." 

A moment later, Lily wandered into the kitchen. She was not yet entirely 
awake and she sat down at the table, her tee shirt and too tight jeans 
showing off her very young, very ripe body. Norma felt that she would have 
to say something to Lily about her too tight clothing. She would have plenty 
of chance to talk with Lily while they were working together. 

The twins arrived a few minutes later and the kitchen became a noisy place 
as everybody talked and ate at the same time. She was a bit surprised to 
learn that Lennie had the day planned for everyone and she was not going to 
have Lily with her, after all. Carol would work with her and Lily and the 
twins were going into the local town to get food and supplies. 

"We will deliver a few pieces that I have already sold," Lennie said. "and I 
will keep the young ones with me. They can help me with what I have to do." 

Norma began her work as soon as she was finished with breakfast. Lily and 
the twins cleaned up the kitchen and Lennie was very busy loading up a small 
panel truck that he had in the garage. Carol went into the library with her 
and showed her where all of the catalogues were. She was decidedly helpful. 

They had little to do with the art works. Lennie had already made 
arrangements to sell every piece of art in the place. Carol said that they 
would spend most of their time, to start with, going through the books. The 
previous owner had obviously spent fortunes on first editions and prized 
pieces. 

"That's what we have to do," Carol said. "We have to identify and itemize 
all of the books. Then Lennie can know what they are worth before he offers 
them for sale." 

They worked well together, Norma thought. She liked Carol and at one point, 
when they took time out for a smoke, she sat back and looked at the 
beautiful brunette and she was amazed to realize that Carol was really 
spectacularly lovely. Her long brown hair hung straight down her back and 
framed her face like an arch. She parted it in the middle and she used eye 
makeup and lipstick sparingly. There was a quality of softness and warmth in 
Carol's big brown eyes and her slow, almost sensuous smile often made her 
seem exceptionally ethereal and unbelievably lovely. Carol noticed that she 
was looking at her rather intently and she blushed. Norma laughed, a bit 
self-consciously. 

"I'm sorry," she said, "I didn't mean to embarrass you. But, you are so 
pretty. It just dawned on me." 

"Thank you," Carol said. 

They were sitting on the carpeting, looking at the catalogues and Carol got 
to her feet with an effort. She stood, smiling, as she looked down at Norma. 

"I'll get us some coffee," Carol said. "I'll be right back." 

She decided that she liked Carol and she was glad to have her for a friend. 
She tried to remember the horrid dream that she had had about Carol and the 
others and when she tried to remember what Carol had looked like in her 
dream and without her clothes, she was abruptly ashamed. She was becoming a 
really weird one. She was still blushing when Carol brought the tray with 
the coffee things into the library. 

Carol didn't notice any change in Norma's complexion, apparently. 

"They've gone," she said. "Now we have the house to ourselves. And I, for 
one, am glad. It gets so noisy with those twins around." 

They took time out for some coffee and then they resumed work again. 

There were hundreds of books and each one had to be examined and 
authenticated. Norma held a copy of a book in her hand that was devoted to 
witchcraft and Satanism and while it was a beautifully bound volume and in 
mint condition, Norma was not prepared to discover that that particular book 
was said to be worth twelve thousand dollars. She placed the book on the 
glass-topped desk and she gazed at Carol a bit uncertainly. 

"What was the name of Lennie's uncle?" she asked. 

"Lorimer Todd," Carol said. "Why?" 

She was getting down some more books and dusting them off. She paused as she 
answered Norma's question, and lit a cigarette. 

"It says in the catalogue that the only known copy of this book belongs to 
Lorimer Todd," Norma said. "That's why. This little beauty is worth twelve 
thousand dollars." 

Carol nodded and her big, brown eyes were even larger than usual. "I know," 
she said. "This guy spent all kinds of money and time on the weirdest stuff. 
Set that aside so Lennie can peddle it right away." 

Norma placed the book on a far corner of the desk and she felt a twinge of 
sadness, knowing that the volume would be sold on the open market. It was 
really none of her business but it did disturb her sense of the fitness of 
things. 

The others of the household were gone for most of the day and when she and 
Carol took time out for a late lunch, Norma realized that she had taken on 
quite a job of work. She was weary and the work was just beginning. They 
dawdled at lunch and Norma learned that Carol was barely eighteen years of 
age. Lennie was twenty-seven and he and Carol belonged to the new breed. 
They considered marriage old fashioned and Carol had a lot of ideas about 
marriage and sex she was willing to discuss. 

"I think that the thrills and pleasures the human body can experience 
because of sexual activity represents the ultimate in pleasures and 
sensations available to mankind." 

Norma listened to Carol and she did not argue. She was tempted to say that 
many people simply did not feel that way about sex and the sensual pleasures 
but she could not bring herself to say such things. Carol was watching her 
rather intently and she had the feeling that Carol was deliberately trying 
to shock her. 

"Lennie is the kind of guy who loves cunt. That's the way he is. The boys 
are still too young and too timid to decide about the things that they will 
like best, I suppose, but we expect that they will want to go off and get 
married. In the meanwhile, they stay with us and Lennie sends them to school 
and lets them earn some money working around the house." 

She told Carol, finally, that she didn't., like to talk about sex or 
anything connected with it. Carol just smiled at her and she began talking 
about other things. 

The day passed pleasantly and Norma was sure that they had accomplished a 
great deal. There were stacks of expensive books identified and evaluated 
and when Lennie and the twins and Lily returned from their trip to the city, 
Lennie suggested that they load the books that could be disposed of right 
away. While they worked at that, Carol and Norma fixed some dinner. 

The house was well stocked with food and after dinner, everyone had some 
wine and she felt rather silly, refusing each time Carol tried to serve some 
to her. She finally accepted a glass and she sat with the others watching a 
program on the color television set. By the time the late news came on she 
was feeling the wine and she had to admit that it gave her a warm, sensual 
feeling and she was almost able to enjoy it. 

Lily went off to her own room and to bed and the twins went upstairs, too; 
Carol was sitting in one of the big arm chairs and Lennie was lying on the 
couch. When Norma finally excused herself and said that she was going to bed 
they said good night and she went off to her own room. 

She was feeling drunk. But, she didn't mind. It was such a nice sensation. 
She got into her night clothes and she faced the possibility to wild, sexy 
dreams with little real interest. She was not able to control her dreams and 
anything that she did in her dreams was not something that she could be held 
responsible for, anyway. Too, she was beginning to think that she might be 
turning into the type of person represented by the young man who when asked 
by his psychiatrist if he was ever bothered by evil and improper thoughts 
finally replied. 

"No, I kind of enjoy 'em." 

She suspected, privately, that she was able to wreak a great deal of 
vicarious pleasure from her nocturnal fantasies. And so she crawled into her 
bed uncaring about what was ahead for her in dreamland. As she slid into a 
deep slumber, she worried for a moment that her lovely dreams would not come 
to her at all. 

She knew that she was sleeping soundly and restfully when her dream began. 
There were certain repetitious characteristics of the dream that she could 
recognize and accept. Like her previous nighttime phantasmagoria, she was in 
her room and the people that she had only recently met were eventually 
involved. But this dream differed slightly in that she was made to suffer 
for her depravity. 

It seemed to her that it all began when Lennie entered her room. He was 
alone and he was wearing a long, black silk robe. He had the lights on in 
her room and when he came to her on the bed it seemed perfectly natural for 
her to let him take her hand and pull her up into a sitting posit ion. He 
removed the top of her pajamas and when he handled her breasts she heard her 
self gasping and moaning in exquisite sexual excitement. He bent his head 
forward and then he was kissing her nipples and sucking them. He took her 
hand and he held it for a moment. He lifted his face and then he was kissing 
her lips and she was responding with an indecent ardor. She was so glad that 
she was dreaming because the things that they were doing were really awful 
and she was not sickened by any of it. 

He did something with his hands and then his robe was wide open and when he 
put her hand upon his stiff cock she was not really surprised. She seemed to 
know just what to do with it. He told her to move her hand up and down and 
she did it and each time she squeezed his organ when she moved her hand 
upwards, a small drop of fluid oozed out of the tiny opening in the head of 
his cock. She giggled as he pushed her head down until her lips were 
touching the tip of his organ. She moved her tongue and then she was tasting 
him and as his fluids encountered her taste buds, she shivered and then she 
was suddenly avid, an animal, fiercely eager to use her mouth and her tongue 
on his organ to secure the nectar she suddenly desired. He was holding her 
head in his hands and he was telling her how to do what she was doing 
expertly and she wondered how she could know so much about sex and fellatio 
and all of the things that she seemed able to do in her dreams. 

She knew that the psychologists were con-. vinced that all inhibitions could 
be ignored when the individual was in a dream state and she was glad of 
that. She would probably pay for her nocturnal sins-horribly in the morning. 
She had not suffered too greatly in the past, whenever she had erotic and 
elaborate dreams, but that could set in at any time. She knew that she was 
beset by guilt feelings all the time. Even when she was filled with sexual 
turmoil and excitements too great to contain and she used her fingers to 
ease the torments in her, the exaggerated feelings of guilt beat her down 
like a burden far beyond her ability to carry. 

The degree of pleasure that she could enjoy because of what she was doing 
surprised her. She lost most of her reservations very rapidly and it seemed 
that she became wanton and sexually frenzied in a very short time. She was 
moving her head up and down and then she was swallowing him every now and 
then as his preliminary juices flooded her mouth and excited her beyond her 
ability to control herself. She was shaking and quivering and then he was, 
too. 

She could hear him talking to her and he was half crazed with exaggerated 
sensation and it pleased her to know that she was providing ecstasy for him. 
He was talking to her and she was hearing him but she was having difficulty 
making sense of his words. 

"Suck, baby," he was saying, "suck hard now. OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, Baby, that's 
it. OOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH Man, I'm gonna make it. OOOOOHHHHHHHH, Baby, that's 
it, lick it and suck and OOOOOOOHHHH, I'm MAKING IT. That'S IT, 
AAAAAHHHHHHH, OHHHH, LORDY, YOU DID IT AAHHHHH." 

It seemed to her then that he fell backwards and she was still sucking him 
and she was still shivering and shaking and she knew that she had swallowed 
him, devouring him as avidly as any desert traveler might drink. She was so 
glad that she was involved in a dream because she could not live with 
herself it she could actually do such things in real life. But, it seemed 
that she could do them quite expertly when asleep. 

She wondered if he was going to be her only visitor for the night and the 
dream and it seemed that he was. She lost track of things for a bit and then 
he was sitting up on the bed with her and they were both naked. 

He was fondling her breasts and the way the tiny, rock hard nipples popped 
out of their soft little nests shamed her. She was so responsive when she 
was asleep. She could feel his touch in every nerve ending in the satin 
smooth skin of her breast and it was a very nice sensation. She worried for 
a moment, wondering if she was becoming a nocturnal voluptuary. She decided 
that she probably was beginning to enjoy the wild erotic dreams and 
fantasies that she could experience when she went to sleep. She felt a 
moment of deep unhappiness when she decided that any girl who had to get her 
kicks in her sleep was certainly in very bad shape. 

Lennie was still with her and when he took her into his arms she found that 
she could enjoy the sensation of being held in a man's arms. She wriggled 
herself against his naked body and when her own nudity touched his she could 
feel a grand sensation of sheer sexual pleasures. His hands slid downwards 
and then he was slipping his finger into her wet opening and she was 
writhing and twisting and squirming like a worm. Each time his finger thrust 
up inside of her, his hand mashed her clitoris and rubbed it and she knew 
that she was spilling a little bit of her own special brand of sweetness and 
that delighted her. She knew that dreams had a way of falling apart and 
breaking up into segments and she was not at all surprised when he moved and 
then he was kissing her sexual flesh and his tongue was sliding up inside of 
her. She shuddered with a massive spasm of pure erotic splendor and then she 
spent herself as wildly as any maiden in heat. Something had changed and she 
could feel his hard cock in her mouth, she was tasting the sap that he 
expelled and then he was drowning her and she started devouring him and her 
own glands and loins reacted and she spent herself anew. Her orgasm was one 
of great magnitude and she was not able to keep her mind on the things that 
were taking place within the corrupted corridors of her mind. 

She was suddenly aware that Carol and the boys were in the room with her and 
Carol slipped out of the robe that she was wearing and she was able to see 
-the glorious body that she remembered from her previous dreams. She stared 
at Carol's nudity quite candidly, admiring the creamy white texture of 
flawless skin, the plump bullet-shaped breasts, the shallow cleft of 
bewitching flesh with the tiny mole above its crevice. Carol climbed onto 
her bed and she could see the small petals of palest pink that protruded 
like tiny bits of coral hiding and guarding the place of purest ecstasies. 

Carol sat up and she could see the young girl's sexual machinery and it 
appalled her to realize that she liked looking at Carol's most intimate 
parts. Carol had her knees drawn up and she was resting her chin on her 
knees and when Lennie slipped his fingers into the cleft that she was 
displaying so fetchingly, she gasped and she began to squirm. Lennie bent 
forward and he was kissing Carol's soft little mouth and Norma was 
enthralled as she watched them but, she was not allowed to rest for very 
long. One of the twins forced his rigid cock into her mouth and the other 
one was shoving his hard organ into her sexual opening and she was writhing 
and threshing in the throes of an exceptionally sweet anguish. The boys took 
turns with her, and before she could empty his loins with her mouth, it was 
his turn to insert his organ into her person and she was able to enjoy long, 
drawn out periods of excited copulation with each of the boys while she 
watched Carol and Lennie doing the same thing beside her. 

She drifted into an atmosphere of purest bliss and it seemed that she was 
floating on a cloud of fluffy happiness and her body was glowing and teeming 
with lovely erotic thrills and she just didn't care about anything or 
anybody. 

There was a time when she found that Carol's lovely mouth was glued to her 
sexual organ and Carol's tongue and crawling mouth were driving her insane 
with pure ecstasy. She knew that Carol was feasting upon the nectar that had 
been buried deep within her loins and she didn't mind. She liked Carol and 
she was glad that Carol liked making love to her. She was sure that she was 
drunk, filled with erotic zeal and a new willingness to enjoy the 
outrageously delightful thrills that she could experience in her sleep. 

She seemed to know that the twins were taking turns screwing Carol as the 
brunette knelt and feasted busily upon Norma's sexual juices, so she was 
prepared when Lennie pushed his huge cock into her mouth. She began licking 
him and sucking him and he was patting her head and murmuring words of 
encouragement and instruction to her. He was sliding his organ in and out of 
her mouth and she could taste him and she could feel the throbbing 
beginnings of his orgasm and then he was drenching her throat and she was 
coming in Carol's mouth and Carol was screaming as she tried to devour 
Norma's flesh. And, worst of all, she could hear her own voice, loudly 
proclaiming her beginning splendor in weird, broken sentences. 

"AAAAAhhhh," she was saying, "I'm coming, Oh, Golly, I'M COMINGGGGGGGGGG. 
OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, OOOOOOOOOOAHAHAHAHA, I'M making it. I AM MAKING IT BIG .... 
OOOOHHHHHH, AAAAAHHHH. That's it. THAT'S IT!" She fell back against the 
sheets and she was soaked and so was the bed. The others were recovering 
from their own splendid orgasms and when Carol bent above Norma and she felt 
the wetness of the girl's kiss upon her Iips she tried to hold on to things 
but she could not do it. Carol's mouth kissed her with a warmth and 
affection that she liked and then she was gone, drifting off into seas that 
waited, seething and glowing in the depths of deepest sleep. 

She was certain that she had fallen into a long shaft of utter darkness and 
her dreams vanished and her body rested and she had no awareness of anything 
until Carol came into her room with the morning sunshine behind her, and she 
woke and matched the bright smile on Carol's pretty face. 

She remembered the details of her dreams for a moment or two, then like a 
spot that reacts to its remover, memory dimmed out and was gone and she woke 
fully, alert and happy and eager for breakfast and the work that would fill 
the day. 

Carol was wrapped in a faded robe and she had come in to tell Norma that 
breakfast was ready and on the table. Norma got out of bed and she flashed a 
smile at Carol. Then she disappeared into her bathroom. 

She was conscious of weariness as she stood under the shower and she 
wondered if the warm water was a soporific. She turned the valve that made 
the stream colder and that made her feel better. 

Her body was alive with aches and pains and twinges of one sort or another 
and she wondered if the bed she was sleeping in was too soft. She had heard 
that a soft bed could do lots of damage to the body. Maybe that was her 
trouble. 

She spent too much time, probably, on dressing in pretty clothes, brushing 
her hair, applying makeup. For some reason she wanted to look her very best 
when she joined the others for breakfast. 

She succeeded, it seemed, because the admiring looks that the others gave 
her when she sat down in the nook were decidedly complimentary. Carol smiled 
at her and she stepped aside as Lily showed up and slid into a seat. 

Norma was amazed by the change that had taken place in Lily. She was all 
made up to look much older than she was. She wore eye makeup and deep red 
lipstick, her sharply pointed nails looked like they were dripping blood and 
there were twin patches of rouge on Lily's round cheeks. She smiled at Norma 
and Lily's big blue eyes danced with mischief. 

Lily was wearing a tight tee shirt and when she looked at the shape of 
Lily's breasts, practically visible, Norma was shocked. She was tempted to 
say something to Lily but she did not do it. Her little sister was growing 
up and there was nothing that she could do to prevent that. Lily would do 
all right. Always. 

The twins were staring at Lily's chest and seeing their very frank interest 
in her little sister's structure made her very nervous. Carol finished 
putting the food on the table and then she sat down with everybody else and 
they began eating. 

Lennie asked Norma what her plans were for the day and she told him that she 
would like to go into the town and get some reference books from the 
library. 

"You don't have enough books here?" Lennie asked, smiling. 

Norma matched his smile as she explained. "There are lots of books here for 
our purposes," she said. "But, unfortunately, many of them are out of date. 
The library can give us prices that are right up to the minute." 

"Well," Lennie said, "we do want to be right up to the minute." 

It was decided that Lennie would drop her off at the town library and Carol 
would pick her up two hours later. Norma was quite sure that she could 
accomplish her purposes in that time. Too, she had other errands that she 
wanted to take care of. She thought that she should stop off at the place 
where she had been working and let them know that she would not be back. 

It was a Monday morning and everything in town would be open and she could 
get all of her errands done. When she explained all of that to Lennie he 
told her to take her time and do whatever she had to do. They would drop her 
off at the library and she could be on her own from then on. 

Lennie and the twins loaded all of the books and the other items that she 
had evaluated into the panel truck and then they drove out of the big estate 
and into the town. Lennie told her that he and the twins would be gone for 
most of the day but Carol would pick her up in two hours. 

She used a public telephone to place a call to her previous employer and it 
made her feel good to realize that the people who had employed her wanted 
her to stay with them. They were very cordial and when she finally persuaded 
her boss that she was quitting because she had a much better job, she gave 
them the new address and they promised to send her final check there. 

The library was not a very large one. It was run by a little old lady with 
white hair piled high on her head and ancient, probably valuable rings on 
her skinny fingers. She talked with the woman about the books that she 
wanted to borrow and she got the feeling that she knew more about books than 
the librarian. After all, hadn't she spent some time in the extensive 
library at home? 

She located the books that she sought, then she used her best powers of 
persuasion and her school library card as a means of getting the books out 
of the building. She managed it, finally, and when she started walking 
toward a drug store a few blocks away, she noticed that a very nice-looking 
young man with dark curly hair and big brown eyes seemed to be very much 
interested in her. He had been hanging around her when she was in the 
library and when she left with her books, he followed her. 

There was a bench at the bus stop and she decided that she would sit down 
and pretend to be waiting for a bus. That should get rid of him. The bench 
sat back from the sidewalk and she sank down onto it a bit gratefully. It 
was a glorious morning and she could sit and watch traffic and enjoy the 
warmth of the sunshine and the beauty of the day. 

The young man sat down beside her. He pulled out a wallet and flashed a gold 
badge under her nose, unnerving her. 

"You are under arrest, Miss," he said, quietly. "Come along with me, 
please." 

He stood up and she twisted so that she could look up at him. She was just 
too astonished to move. He was waiting for her impatiently. 

"I don't understand," she said. "I haven't done anything to be arrested for. 
I know that I haven't." 

He looked to be cold and unyielding and she was very close to tears. She had 
no idea why she was being arrested but there was not very much that she 
could do but obey him. 

She stood up and he led the way to a nice looking car. He opened the door 
and she got in and then he drove the car away from there and it didn't dawn 
on her for some time that they were heading out of town. He was not taking 
her to police headquarters and when she realized that, she asked him where 
he was taking her. 

He looked at her and then he smiled and she liked him very much. He was nice 
and kind and very good-looking and she wished that he was not arresting her. 

"I'm not a regular cop," he said. "I am an insurance company investigator. I 
have been following you ever since you and the others left the Todd house. 
You just don't look like a crook to me. Why have you gotten mixed up in that 
kind of thing?" 

She stared at him with such an astonished gaze that he began to look a lot 
less sure of himself. He stopped the car and then he turned so that he could 
face her. 

"You knew that Lennie Burke is looting that big house, didn't you?" he 
asked. "You are one of them, aren't you?" 

She was stunned, and when she tried to speak, to explain that she had 
nothing to do with what Lennie was doing, the lie stuck in her throat. She 
was telling him just what pieces to steal and dispose of first. 

He lit a cigarette and she took it from him. She puffed on the cigarette and 
then she was much improved. 

"I didn't know," she said, helplessly. "I had no idea." 

"I am so glad," he said. "You don't look like a thief." 

He was looking at her much too carefully, and she could see that he liked 
her and thought her pretty. And she was glad. 

"Lennie told me that his uncle died and left everything to him and he hired 
me and my sister to catalogue and evaluate his inheritance. I didn't know 
that I was doing anything wrong." 

"No one died," the young man said. "The Todds are in Eruope for a vacation 
and while they are away, Lennie and the others are looting the Todd estate. 
And you are helping them." 

She stared at him and then it became too much to bear and the tears spilled 
over and began sliding down her cheeks. He reached out and took her into his 
arms while she wept and she was very much aware of his interest in her and 
his embrace. 

It was a very nice place to be. 

 Chapter Four 

In a way, Lily supposed, having a square sister like Norma was a real 
burden. Norma was really very pretty and she had a shape that just wouldn't 
quit, but she was so damned straightlaced it was like a sickness with her. 

Lily moved around her room, cleaning things up and she wondered what her 
dear sweet sister would do or say if she knew about the things that took 
place in Lily's third floor room. 

She liked to think about such things. It made her feel good all over and she 
could get a repeat thrill out of just thinking about sex and all of its 
joys. 

She looked up as Carol came into her room and she flashed a smile at the 
gorgeous young brunette. She liked Carol and she knew that Carol liked her. 
She was pretty sure that Carol was more lesbian than anything else. She went 
both ways and enjoyed doing it but she really burned up when she got a 
girl's pussy in her mouth. She even admitted that she liked going down on a 
girl better than anything else and that seemed to be the truth. 

"Hi," Carol said, smiling as she sat down in one of the chairs in Lily's 
room. She took a pack of cigarettes from the pocket of her skirt and she lit 
one, then held out the pack. 

"Don't you tell Norma how much I smoke," Lily said, "she always gives me a 
lecture." 

Carol laughed. "I won't tell your sister any of the things that you do. You 
know I won't." 

"How long will she be gone?" Lily asked, crisply. 

"At least for two hours. I thought that I would come up and visit with you 
for a while. We are all alone in the house." 

"I know what you came up here for," Lily said. 

She stood in front of Carol and gazed into the soft brown eyes as she 
crossed her arms and then lifted her tee shirt over her head. Her breasts 
bounced free and she could see the quick gleam of interest in Carol's eyes 
as she stared at the lovely young pretties. Lily went close and she rubbed 
her breasts against Carol's face and she giggled when the brunette moaned 
and then put her hands on the twin bullets. Lily felt her nips popping out 
and they were straining so hard that they were hurting her. When Carol's 
mouth captured one of them and she sucked fiercely on it, some of the pain 
eased and she quickly told her to suck the other one too. 

She unhooked her skirt and it slid to the floor and when she fell backwards 
onto her bed she was stark naked, eager for the wet little kisses and 
clinging lovemaking that Carol's mouth always yearned to provide. Carol fell 
too and she was on top of Lily and the way she was kissing and licking her 
breasts, Lily knew that the pretty brunette was building up to a grand and 
glorious time of exceptional ecstasies. She could feel the quickening spasms 
in her crotch and as Carol's mouth sucked at her breast, and the girl's 
expert tongue stimulated the hard little nipple, Lily could feel the swift, 
convulsive pleasures of a grand orgasm. She was twisting her head from side 
to side, wallowing in the thrilling troughs of new and exaggerated joys and 
she could feel Carol's fingers on her breasts and she yearned to feel the 
girl's mouth elsewhere. She was writhing in agonized bliss and she was 
beyond speech, so she simply put her hands on Carol's head and she pushed 
her downwards. Carol was eager to make the pilgrimage, too, and as she felt 
the girl's wet little kisses on her belly and her pubis, she gave herself up 
to the pure ecstasies of voluptuous thrills. 

There was something feral in the way Carol went about things and she always 
had the feeling that she was feeding the girl by exuding excessive amounts 
of sexual fluids. She was convinced that Carol's tongue and artistry forced 
her to exude much more of her nectars than she would ordinarily, but she was 
in exquisite fermentation all the while that Carol's clinging mouth sucked 
her sap from her. She was quite willing to surrender herself to Carol's 
skills and the thrills and pleasures that she would enjoy would be fantastic 
and quite beyond endurance. They would be just too much. 

After a while, when ecstasy waned, she would call a halt and then she would 
undress a pliant and willing Carol and she would feast upon the excessive 
sweetness that Carol's loins would expel all the while she was making love 
to Lily. And then they would have a grand and glorious sixty-nine and feast 
upon each other and there would be time for some of the cute little 
refinements that Carol knew all about and was willing to teach. 

Perhaps Carol would spank her and treat her to the incomparable pleasures of 
cunnilingus afterwards. Carol had taught her that orgasms induced in loins 
that have been agitated and overstimulated by hairbrush or paddle, could be 
the most excruciating ecstasy of all. And, she could enjoy it immensely if 
Carol spanked her first and then sucked her off a few times afterwards. 
Carol was the kind who seemed to find the greatest joy in providing 
pleasures for others and she kind of loved her for that characteristic. 

She was squirming and twisting and turning as Carol's tongue darted in and 
out of her cunt and she could feel the soft lips working and molding her 
clit and she knew that she was cresting, rising toward an impossible sensual 
rapture and she could hear herself as orgasm neared. Suddenly she lost 
control. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHH," she yelped, "I'm coming! I'm going TO DO IT ... I'M 
BURSTING, OOOOOHHHHHH, GOLLY, AAAAHHHHH, THAT'S IT, OH, YES, THAT'S IT... 
NOW! ... OH, OH, OH, OH ... AAAHHHHH." 

She knew that she was flaking out and that Carol kept right on with her busy 
tongue and eager hungers. She was like the cat that spills the milk and 
licks it up from the floor. She hated to stop. 

She could feel Carol's tongue sliding far up inside of her, stretching the 
walls of her sheath and it was a nice feeling. It was even nicer when Lennie 
and the boys stretched her and Carol licked and sucked and feasted on the 
fruits of many sessions of fucking and sucking. She shivered with an excess 
of pleasure as she came anew and drenched Carol's probing, seeking tongue. 

She liked to lie still and let Carol's mouth and tongue induce beautiful 
pleasures within her body. She liked to get her cunt sucked and licked while 
she did nothing but think about horny things and the kind of things that 
were happening to her now. She still liked to remember the first night that 
she had spent in this house. That had been a time of grand pleasures and all 
sorts of fun. 

Norma had gone to bed and she had, too. Her new room was on the third floor 
of the big house and she liked being up there close to the stars and the 
moon. She got into the big bed that was in her room and she began thinking 
about the groovy guy who had come to the guest house and she liked him. But, 
she liked his twin brother, too, and she would never be able to tell' them 
apart, probably. But, just thinking about the guy got her turned on and she 
began doing it for herself. The way she went about it became a big thing. 
She kept herself hairless down there and she liked to rub her smooth pubis 
and then she would slide her fingers into the deep little slit and smear 
some of the goo on her crotch. She liked the way it felt when she did that. 

Once she got going she would bend her head down as far as she could and her 
left hand would lift her breast up so that she could suck on the pretty 
little nipple herself. That really turned her on and she would always shake 
and shiver and when orgasm was close, she would bite her own nipple and the 
excruciating pangs of an intense orgasm would send her off into delirium. It 
was something that she liked doing and each time she did it, the orgasm was 
always more intense, more wonderful. 

She did it too much, she knew, but playing with herself was the type of 
activity that furnished her with the most marvelous joys and she could begin 
masturbating in the morning and still be occupied with the same sort of 
pleasures when she finally fell asleep at midnight. She became intensely 
aroused in her new bed and thinking about the twins made her even more 
excited. She was groaning and gasping, caught in a sexual frenzy of unusual 
bliss when her bedroom door opened and Carol and the twins walked in on her. 

The bed covers shielded her twat somewhat, but she could see that the boys 
and Carol knew what she had been doing. She clutched the bedclothes tightly 
to her and she tried to sit up and gather her faculties so that she could 
cope with intruders. 

Carol sat down on the side of her bed and smiled at Lily. The boys were 
wearing their bathrobes and Lily noticed then that Carol was wearing a robe, 
too. 

She was not really surprised when Carol reached out and grasped the edge of 
the covers in her hands. Lily was staring at the boys with a fascinated gaze 
and she just could not make herself believe that the others had actually 
come into her room. It was very much like a dream. 

She was helpless to resist and when Carol drew the covers away from her body 
and she saw them all staring at her naked breasts she sat up straighter, 
forcing her breasts into their greatest posture of beauty. Her nipples were 
so hard and so excited they were close to bursting. Carol put a palm beneath 
each breast and smiled as Lily moaned with great pleasure. 

"Lennie will be along in a minute or two," Carol said. "He is taking a 
shower and he will make sure that your sister is sound asleep and won't be 
able to come up here and bother us." 

Lily licked her lips and she had difficulty with her speech. 

"How can you be sure that Norma will stay put?" she asked. 

Carol squeezed the firm young breasts in her hands and leaned forward to 
kiss Lily right on the lips. The effect was-electrifying. 

"We gave her something to make sure that she sleeps soundly. Later on, 
maybe, we will call on her, too, and have fun with her, but the stuff she 
took will make it all seem like a dream and she won't remember any of it. We 
just like to have a little fun once in a while." 

Carol twisted so that she could reach out and undo the sash on each of the 
boy's robes. The robes opened and Lily's eyes almost popped out of her head 
as she stared at the two huge pricks standing stiffly and quivering with 
eagerness. Carol was smiling at her with an arch, naughty-girl look in her 
big brown eyes. She took Lily's hands and placed them on the young prongs 
and she laughed softly as Lily's hands began manipulating the two pricks 
with expert zeal. 

"I was sure about you," Carol said, happily. "I just knew that you were a 
little hotpants. Now, let go of those lovely toys you have and get out of 
bed. I want the boys to see you, all of you. And, Lennie will be along in a 
moment. He will want to make love to you first." 

Lily enjoyed getting out of the bed and standing so that the boys could look 
at her. They were eager to put their hands on her smooth pubis and she was 
just as eager to have them do it. She was standing in the middle of her 
bedroom being inspected by the twins and Carol when Lennie entered her room, 
and she experienced a new and special thrill as she turned around so that he 
could see all of her body. She was proud of her young beauty, convinced that 
hers was a lush and vibrant loveliness even in spite of her youth. Or 
because of it. 

Lennie laughed as he reached for her and when he pulled her close to him, 
she could feel his immense hardon even through his robe. Carol was watching 
them as Lennie kissed her and then he was kissing her breasts and sucking 
them. Carol told the twins that they could take their robes off and then she 
stood and took hers off. 

In spite of the things that Lennie was doing to her, Lily looked Carol's 
nude body over very carefully. She was tempted to laugh when she saw the 
hairless crotch, the tiny mole in such an interesting place and she felt her 
skin prickling and crawling as Lennie dropped his robe onto the floor and 
she could see his big cock bristling and dribbling as he pulled her close to 
him. 

He did something to her with his hands between her legs and then she felt 
his rod sliding into her and she lost control of herself and she knew that 
she was lost, utterly and completely lost on a new and delightful sea of 
unspecified lusts. 

When he fell backwards onto the bed, she was on top of him, crouched and 
eager to work her little hips and pelvis until the insidious anguish and 
fevers within her loins eased. One of the boys mounted her from the rear and 
she could feel his stiff prick sliding into her rear opening. She had spent 
hours with the handle of a hair brush in her rectum and now when the boy 
shoved his cock into her, there was no pain. Only a crawly, squirmy sort of 
special extra ecstasy and sensual furor and she was coming steadily, her 
words loud and clear in the gasping, squealing splendor that she was 
enjoying at the moment. 

"OOOOOOOHHHHHHH, THAT'S NICE," she was saying. "I CAN'T TELL WHERE I LIKE IT 
BEST ... OOOOOOHHHHHH, GIVE IT TO ME. GIVE IT TO ME. LET ME BURST, LET ME 
BLOW APART, OOOOHHH, THAT'S NICE. OOOOHHH, I'M GOING... I'M GOING. I'M 
COMING, OOOOOHHHHHH, I CAN'T STAND IT." 

"I think she's passed out." She could hear Carol's words but she couldn't 
move. She wanted to tell them that she was perfectly all right. She was 
feeling everything, enjoying everything. But, she was too far out. She could 
hear them, though, and she was still writhing and shifting her body, 
enjoying the sensations of the two pricks in her. She could hear Lennie 
telling Carol that the boy had popped at the same moment that he had and 
feeling two spurting prongs in her was apparently just too much for the 
lovely little Lily. 

She twisted her head to one side and she saw that the other boy was kneeling 
close to her. When he shoved his rigid cock at her, she opened her mouth and 
she began sucking him contentedly while Carol laid close to her other side 
and necked with Lennie. 

She could hear the boy moaning and whimpering as her busy tongue began an 
assault upon tender flesh. She was tasting the juices that he was exuding 
and it affected her oddly, making her avid for more. She was using her 
fingers and her mouth and her tongue and when the boy gushed into her mouth 
she swallowed him as casually as any experienced whore. She was eager for 
more and more, and always more and she just kept right on sucking his organ 
and he made no objection. 

Carol was the one to object. She pulled Lily away from the boy and she told 
Lennie that they would have to conserve their energies if they were going to 
go through with their plans. 

Lennie was holding her in his arms and he was kissing her and Lily knew that 
she was responding to his kisses with great shudders and exquisite paroxysms 
of sheer bliss. She was having a grand time and there were so many things 
that she wanted to do, but she was not allowed to do them. 

She was not quite sensible about things and then, she was on the bed, an 
inert heap, and she knew that Carol was eating her and it was a thrilling, 
glorious experience and she was spilling her juices onto Carol's eager 
tongue, unable to control her glands, unable to do anything but enjoy the 
sweet sensations that Carol was arousing in her. 

She was reasonably alert when Carol shifted in the bed and then she was 
tasting the wetness of the brunette's sexual flesh and she began mouthing 
and sucking Carol's inflamed organs. Carol shifted her hips, thrusting her 
opening high and beyond her reach and then she was tonguing Carol's stiff 
little clit and she knew that one of the boys was ramming his cock into 
Carol's sexual doorway and that made her wild for the girl's loins. She 
shivered and came when the boy did, and then Carol shifted her hips again 
and she was able to feast upon the fruits of the boy's loins, too. 

It went on and on and she lost track of things and she finally slept, but 
only because she was too exhausted to do anything else. Yet, she knew, 
somehow, that it was not even midnight by the time it was all over for her. 
She woke at one point and it was dark in her room and she put the light on 
and saw the time. She was sure that she had dreamt the whole thing. Then she 
moved her legs and she could feel the aches and twinges in her rear end and 
she could also feel similar pains in her whole sexual area and she knew that 
she had not had a wild dream after all. She had, instead, moved into a 
wonderful palace of pleasure and she would be a good tenant. She remembered 
the way the boy had tasted when he came in her mouth and she could hardly 
wait till morning so that she could get at him again. She tried to stay 
awake and relive the thrilling things that had happened to her but she 
couldn't do it. She was exhausted and sleep moved in on her like a 
relentless tide and she finally wallowed in sensual languor and deep and 
restful sleep. 

Carol came to see her at six in the morning and was sure that Carol was out 
of her mind, but when she saw the glowing good health and exceptional beauty 
in Carol she was glad to wake up and join her in fun and games. 

Carol was wearing a shortie nightgown that was sheer and came only to a spot 
below her navel. The bald little cleft of bewitching flesh beneath was 
decidedly cute and interesting and Lily discovered that she could enjoy 
looking at Carol's most intimate flesh. She remembered then that she had 
spent a great deal of time with Carol's cunt in her mouth and that 
encouraged her to reach out and begin playing with Carol's little quim. She 
was already wet between her legs and she pranced and smiled as Lily's 
fingers teased her supersensitive flesh and then she shivered as an orgasm 
shook her lovely body. 

She fell onto the bed and Lily found her little clit with her nimble and 
ardent tongue and Carol began making love to Lily and they were involved 
with a massive mutual orgasm when Lennie and the boys walked in on them. 

They were just too deeply immersed in ecstasy to care about anything and 
when Lennie told the boys to fuck them, they didn't even pay too much 
attention to that. One of the twins rammed his cock into her as she lay on 
her side and while he was busy with her sheath, Carol's tongue teased and 
thrilled her bristling clitoris, and she did as much for Carol when the 
other twin pushed his cock into Carol's overstimulated twat. They were to 
find that whenever they made love to each other, if they were on their 
sides, the boys could always sweeten up the pot for them. That was to become 
a favorite form of pleasure for both of them. 

They spent a great deal of time with each other and then Lily realized that 
she had drifted off again. She knew that the twin who had begun fucking her 
had worn himself out and Lennie had given it to her, but in time, the males 
were resting and she and Carol were still very much aroused and eager for 
more. Much more. 

Lennie had to make them stop. He sat in a chair and smoked a cigarette while 
the twins went off to their room to shower and change and get ready for the 
busy day ahead. 

"You are a real treasure," he told Lily. Carol was sitting on the bed, her 
too-red slit staring at him. Lily was standing close and she felt 
particularly honored when Lennie took her hand and drew her to him. He told 
her to sit down on the floor at his feet and she did it. She put her hand on 
his stiff cock almost automatically. When he pushed it toward her mouth she 
accepted it obediently. She began sucking him off and she was using her 
fingers and nails to stimulate his balls. Lennie began talking to Carol and 
she listened, interested at first, and then amazed, as they discussed her 
gorgeous sister, Norma. 

"This little beauty is a real hotpants," Lennie said. "She goes either way 
and we can have lots of fun with her. The sister, too. The sister sucks a 
cock like she was born for it, but she doesn't know that she is doing it. We 
got some great stuff on film last night. And, if we feel like it, we'll get 
some more stuff tonight. Just keep on feeding her wine. She doesn't know 
what the hell's going on after a little bit of that wine. And the stuff that 
you put in it." 

Carol sighed and she helped herself to a cigarette from the pack beside 
Lennie's chair. She laughed as she saw that he was squirming and threshing 
around in the chair, too close to orgasm to be able to talk or even think. 

Lily could hear his frantic OOOOHHHHHH's and AAAAHHHHHHHHA's and she knew 
that she was furnishing him with a very special sort of delight. She was 
using her tongue frenziedly and she had learned very quickly that there were 
certain ways of using her tongue to induce his organ to expel more of the 
delicious sap she liked so much and she knew, instinctively, that she was 
becoming expert. It tickled her to hear his agonized cries of ecstasy and 
she listened with one part of her mind while the other parts were busy with 
her own sensual pleasures. She heard the twins talking and she was glad. 

"OOOOOOHHHHHHHH," he moaned, "DO IT NOW ... DON'T KEEP ME HANGING. DO IT NOW 
... AAAAAAHHHHHH, YOU CUTE LITTLE DARLING, NOW YOU'RE DOING IT. THAT'S RIGHT 
... AAAAHHHHHH..." 

She knew that she was being particularly heartless and that she was draining 
him with her fierce suction and expert tongue but he didn't complain. He 
kept on patting her on the top of her head and she just kept right on with 
her mouth on his sensitive flesh and she could tell it when Carol began 
necking with Lennie. He came all over again for her and it was almost 
without any effort on her part. He sure did like Carol. She could tell that. 
And, she could understand that. She liked Carol, too. And she especially 
liked the boys. 

In time, Lennie had to push her away because she was simply insatiable. 
Carol said that about her and Lennie agreed. They told her to get onto the 
bed and she could take turns with the twins and she was welcome to get as 
much out of them as she could. 

Lennie and Carl went off and left her alone with the boys. 

The boys had showered but they had not gotten dressed. One of the boys told 
her that they had come back to ask Carol what they should wear for the day 
and Lily realized then that while the twins were very good-looking, 
intensely virile, and quite docile, they were really not too bright. And she 
could understand how they would welcome the chance to live with Carol and 
Lennie and be their slaves. She began devoting herself to the two boys with 
great and infinite care. She learned just how to suck each boy off in a 
manner that gave him the utmost in sexual pleasures, she taught them how to 
eat her with great skill and devoted expertise, and she was very well 
pleased with what she had accomplished. 

Carol, fully dressed, walked in and put a stop to the fun for her. She 
announced that it was time for breakfast and she had it on the table. She 
waited, smiling indulgently, while Lily finished the boy that she was 
working on, then she took the twins with her. 

"You get dressed, you little sexpot," Carol said, with mock sternness. "And, 
don't you dare say a word at the table." 

"You think I'm crazy?" Lily said, grinning. 

"I think you're adorable," Carol said. She stepped close and kissed Lily 
right on the mouth. She rubbed her palm against Lily's slippery little cleft 
and when ' Lily danced and gasped in swift reaction, Carol sighed and took 
her hand away. 

"I can't wait to get your sweet little cunt in my mouth again," "Me too," 
Lily said, still grinning. "Me too." 

Carol kissed her again, a long, lingering kiss and then they pushed apart. 
Carol flashed her a big smile as she went out and Lily went into the shower 
aware that she had a fine head of steam and nowhere to do anything about it. 
She dropped the soap in the shower and when she bent over to pick it up the 
shower spray touched her sexual flesh and induced a feeling of extreme 
sensual rapture in her being. She straightened up, and then she made an 
adjustment to the shower head and she increased the force of the water and 
it was beating down on her body arousing all of the nerve endings and 
tissues to a screaming pitch. 

Lying down upon the tiled floor of the shower, she spread her legs and 
lifted her heels up onto the walls. The water spattered against her sexual 
meat and in seconds she was having an orgasm. She sat on the floor of the 
shower, grinning like an idiot, enjoying one orgasm after another until she 
finally used her finger, sliding in and out, to accomplish the one final 
orgasm that eventually brought her a measure of peace. 

She stood up, shakily, and then she finished her shower, finally, exhausted 
with the effort. 

When she stepped out and began toweling herself dry, she tilted her head to 
one side as she stared at the glass door of the shower. 

"Well, what do you know?" she said, wonderingly. 

In her bedroom she got into the too tight clothing that she knew bugged Norm 
and then she went downstairs eager for food. She had not known that sex and 
all of its ramifications could be so much fun or that it would build such an 
appetite. 

But, she did know one thing. 

She liked sex. She really dug it. 

She sat in the breakfast nook with the others and she kept glancing at 
Norma's beautiful face, wondering if there would be some visible change in 
her looks because of the wild night that she had experienced with Lennie, 
Carol and the boys. Norma looked just as she usually did and just as 
disapproving. Norma was always staring at the lumps on Lily's chest, 
appalled because the tee shirt was so revealing. Lily smiled at her, 
sweetly, knowing that Norma would not say anything in front of the others. 

Lily didn't really give a damn any more what Norma was liable to say about 
anything. 

Lennie said that Carol would stay and work with Norma on the books, finding 
out which ones were most valuable and he would take the others along with 
him. Lily was delighted by that arrangement because she could see that 
Lennie was a bit stirred up by her pretty, wellrevealed shape. The two boys 
were watching her with a predatory stare, too, and she felt a moment or two 
of real delight as she realized that she would be with three guys in the 
panel truck and there would probably be lots of chances for fun and games. 

She was quite right about that. 

She took care of Lennie first. When they got into the truck, Lennie told one 
of the boys to drive and he got into the back of the truck with Lily. There 
were two seats in the front and an opening between them and he and Lily 
simply stepped back into the rear compartment and there was a heavy blanket 
already on the floor and when Lennie told her to take her panties off so 
that he could get at her, she just laughed at him. She was sitting on the 
floor and she pulled her skirt high and opened her legs and showed him that 
she hadn't bothered putting pants on. She giggled as he slipped his hand up 
onto her inner thigh and then she gasped with pleasure as he began sliding a 
big fat finger into her. 

She reached for him, too, and he slipped his pants off and then his shorts 
so that she could get her hands on his sexual parts. The truck was bouncing 
around quite a bit and his finger in her body was intensely exciting because 
it felt like he was doing her with a vibrator. She decided that lovemaking 
in a panel truck would be a lot of fun. 

"Drive carefully, Mark," Lennie said, as he reached for Lily and took her 
into his arms. "We don't want to get caught fucking right on the streets." 

"I'm Leslie," the driver said. 

"All right," Lennie said, amiably. "Be careful." 

Lennie was on his back and he pulled her on top of him and as she straddled 
his body with her thighs he slipped his big cock up inside of her and then 
they were necking up a storm and the truck was bouncing them around and it 
was all very exciting and she knew that Lennie was not going to last long 
and she was glad. Her whole body was on fire with sexual frenzies and 
urgings and she began shifting her hips like a machine and then he was 
shoving himself into her and she could feel the head of his cock in her 
tonsils, it seemed, and then he was exploding inside of her and yelling and 
squealing. 

"OH ... OH ... OH ... YUCK, YUCK YUCK ... OOOOOOHHHHHHH, OH, BOY, I'M 
POPPIN'... OH, GOLLY, I'M POPPING ... GODDAMMIT, THIS LITTLE CUNT WILL KILL 
ME ... OHHHHHH, BABY KILL ME NICE ... AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ... AAAAAAHHHHH 
... ALL MY LIFE I BEEN WANTING TO COME LIKE THAT ... AAAAHHH, THAT WAS SO 
GOOD." 

"We want to fuck her, too," Leslie, the driver, said. "You said it was a 
long trip into town and we could all fuck her." 

"Sure did," Lennie said. "She ain't going to object, are you, honey?" 

He was holding her, kissing her, trying to ease the trembling in her. She 
shook her head, too agitated to answer him. He laughed and then he slid out 
of her and picked up a rag that was on the floor and he began wiping the 
wetness from her crotch. He kissed her and when she shuddered and moaned as 
the rag's touch stimulated her anew, he laughed and told her to relax. 

"We'll have a smoke," he told her, "and then you can take the boys on one at 
a time. I'll drive. But, first, maybe you'd better blow me because I am 
getting hard again just thinking about watching you and the boys go at it." 

It was surprising, but she found that sucking him had a very nice effect 
upon her. It seemed to relax her and calm her and she didn't even get 
excited until he began squealing and yelping again, and when she jabbed her 
nails into his balls so that he would pop, he screamed almost like a woman. 
But, when she was finished with him, and her hungry mouth had drained him to 
his very depths, he kissed her gently, almost lovingly. 

"Darling girl," he said, "you are the nicest thing that has ever happened to 
me. The nicest ever. " 

She smiled at him and then she kissed him, sweetly, happily, and 
lingeringly. But she was careful not to linger too long, to waste too much 
time. 

After all, she had to do the boys, too. 

 Chapter Five 

Norma wondered, a bit suspiciously, if she wept for a long time because she 
enjoyed the young man's embrace or because her nerves were scaring hell out 
of her. She knew, right away, that she liked the young man, and she was sure 
that he liked her. 

In time, he gave her a cigarette and they talked a bit. She had little to 
tell him, really, but he had much to say to her. 

He told her that his name was Adam Wright and he was an investigator for 
several insurance companies. He knew Lennie and Lennie knew him. Lennie had 
pulled the same trick in many big homes. 

"He's real cute about it," Adam explained. 

"He reads the society pages and when he knows that a rich family like the 
Todds are in Europe or safely off somewhere, he drops a note to the local 
police, pretending to be the rich man, saying that his nephew and some 
friends will occupy the estate while the family is away. The note Lennie 
wrote to the local Chief of Police even asked that all courtesies and 
co-operative attitudes would be most sincerely appreciated. So, the police 
had no inkling as to what was going on." 

Norma sat up straight and she turned to face the nice-looking young man, her 
cigarette smoldering in her fingers. 

"How did you find out what was going on?" 

Adam Wright sighed and then he smiled at her. 

"Lennie doesn't know much about paintings," he said. "But when he sells a 
Corot to a local dealer for a fraction of its actual value, the dealer knows 
he is dealing with a crook. And, of course, he knew the painting and to whom 
it belonged. So, he called the police. They got in touch with me." 

That puzzled Norma and she wondered why they hadn't all been arrested right 
away. Adam Wright explained the reasons for that, too. 

"If the police moved right in and arrested Lennie and everybody in the 
house, we might never recover a lot of the pieces. For instance, we have no 
way of knowing what he has already disposed of, or to whom. But, from now 
on, as fast as he sells something we will recover it." 

"Oh," Norma said. 

Adam Wright started his car and he moved away from the curb. He began 
driving aimlessly and he began talking to her, too. 

"Would you be willing to help me?" he asked. 

She stared at him, not understanding. 

"It would help me if you made a list of the things that Lennie tries to sell 
from now on. Also, until we know that we have recovered everything he sold 
so far, we won't want to move in on them. You see, we had to get a complete 
inventory from the Todds and I am pretty sure that we will be able to wind 
the whole thing up in just a few days. Lennie keeps going back to the same 
people and they are willing to work with us. They don't want any trouble." 

"Lennie and the others took a load of things out to be sold this morning," 
Norma said. 

He nodded. "I know. I have a couple of assistants and they know right where 
Lennie is and just what he is doing. But, you did not tell me if you will 
help us?" 

Norma squirmed shyly as she looked at him with a rather warm gaze. She very 
definitely liked Adam Wright and she was afraid that it would show and he 
would find out about it. 

"I will do anything that you ask of me," she said. 

He smiled at her and then he began telling her what he had in his mind. 

"If you could make a list of everything that Lennie takes out to sell," he 
said. "That would help. Also, I want to know what Lennie is up to every 
minute. Once he is outside I have people who can keep an eye on him, but you 
could sort of keep an eye on him inside the estate. I would want to know 
when Lennie intends to leave. 

Everything." 

"You mean you want me to spy on them and then tell you. A rat. I don't like 
doing things like that." 

He made a U turn and began driving back toward where he had picked her up 
and she could see that his face was set in grim lines. He glanced at her and 
there was frost in his gaze. 

"If you don't feel that you want to work with me," he said, "I will arrest 
you as one of them and send you to jail. We can do it that way." 

He frightened her with that kind of talk. She remembered that she had a very 
lovely little sister who would need her and she twisted toward him and began 
talking to him, trying to make him understand how it was with her and Lily. 

He listened to her and while he didn't yawn, she had the feeling that he was 
close to it. 

"Your sister is your problem," he said, coldly. "You work with me, 
co-operate with me and I will see to it that you and your sister are not 
involved. But you would have to be very sincere and very earnest about 
trying to help me. Now, what is it going to be?" 

She sat for a moment, gazing out at the traffic, trying to think but she 
knew that there was really very little choice for her. 

"All right," she said. "I will do whatever you ask of me. And I will ask 
Lily to help, too." 

He shook his head, slowly. He was parking some distance from the library and 
he turned to face her as soon as he shut the engine off. He was still 
shaking his head at her. 

"No," he said. "We can't trust a thirteen-year-old girl. What she doesn't 
know about, she can't spill." 

"How do you know how old Lily is?" 

He grinned and she was sure then that she liked him. She liked him very much 
right then. 

"I know all about both of you," he said. "I began investigating you and Lily 
as soon as I learned that the guest house had been rented and then vacated. 
I'm afraid that I know all about both of you. Once I had your names, it was 
easy. 

"Oh," Norma said, deflated. She realized that if he knew so much about them 
he would know that she was only a couple of years older than Lily and he 
certainly wouldn't have any romantic interest in her. That made her awfully 
unhappy for the moment. 

"How will I contact you?" Norma asked, finally. "The phones are 
disconnected. Lennie said he doesn't want them on." 

"I know. Can you get out of the house at night?" 

"Maybe," Norma said, gloomily, "but I could never get out of the grounds. 
That place is like a fortress." 

"I know, but I have a key to the gate at the far end of the estate. There is 
an old carriage house there and it is used to store the power mowers and 
tools. If you could meet me there, say, at two in the morning, when everyone 
else is sound asleep, then we could talk and you could tell me what I need 
to know." 

"Every night?" 

He nodded. "Every night. I have to know when Lennie is getting ready to 
move. I know that he has the girl, Carol, and the twins with him, but I 
don't think that he intends taking them along when he goes. He has always 
deserted his help in the past. This time, he thinks he has made a big haul. 
He won't want company when he goes." 

A wave of sadness dimmed Norma's disposition as she sat and thought of the 
future. 

"I hate to see Carol and the boys get into trouble," she said. "I like Carol 
and the twins are very nice, too." 

He shrugged. "They all know that they are stealing. I am only concerned 
about you. You are a very beautiful young girl. I would hate to have to put 
in prison. You could go away for five years. What are you now? Nineteen, 
twenty? You'd be twenty-five at least before you got out." 

She was so pleased to learn that he didn't really know her actual age, that 
she reacted with a touch of humor. 

"I'd be an old lady," she said, gravely. 

"All right. You go on and meet whoever is going to pick you up. You sneak 
out of the house tonight at two and meet me at the old carriage house. Maybe 
you'd better go for a walk this afternoon so you will be able to find the 
place in the dark." 

"All right," she said. She hesitated, then added, "I'll be scared to death 
in that place at two in the morning. I'll be terrified." 

"I'11 comfort you," he said. "Now, you see if you can make me some lists of 
just what has been taken from the house so far." 

"I think I know. With your lists I can be sure. Now good-bye, and take care. 
I'll see you tonight." 

She gave him her shy smile and then she got out and walked back in the 
morning sunshine and the beauty of the day began to affect her and she was 
suddenly happy. She turned to look back and she saw that Adam Wright was 
already driving away. He turned at the block behind her and he waved at her 
as he went on his way. She waved back and then, as she moved toward the 
library and her date with Carol, she suddenly felt awfully alone, awfully 
unnerved. 

She liked Adam Wright and she wished that he could spend the day with her. 
She thought about meeting him at two in the morning in an old deserted 
carriage house on the estate and that unnerved her even more. 

Carol pulled up in front of her as she sat on one of the benches intended 
for bus passengers. She got into the car and when Carol smiled at her and 
asked if she had found the books she needed, she nodded and spread them out 
on the seat. Carol glanced at them and then she concentrated upon her 
driving. 

They were using Lennie's car, an expensive sedan, and she looked at Carol's 
beautiful face and soft, brown hair and she wished that she could spare 
Carol from a future in jail. But, there was nothing that she could do. 
Nothing. 

She felt that she would like to talk with Carol, really try to get to know 
her, but there was a sort of built-in barrier in Carol. There would be so 
many things that she would not say to such a lovely young girl, things like 
frivolous comments or small talk. She sat beside the brunette and kept still 
all during the long drive back to the Todd house. 

Carol suggested that they have an early lunch and then they could get busy 
and go on with their work. Norma agreed to that and when they began their 
labors in the library, Norma asked Carol how they kept track of the things 
that had already been sold. Didn't they have to have lists for the 
inheritance tax people and the income tax people? 

She was deliberately snooping and already working for Adam Wright, she 
supposed. He had asked her to see if she could find out what pieces had been 
disposed of and she was doing it. Carol had already made some lists for 
Lennie and she showed them to Norma. 

Norma glanced at the lists casually, then she set them aside on one corner 
of the desk. Later on, when Carol was making coffee for them she copied the 
lists and concealed them in her bra. Lennie and the others had already done 
very well when it came to looting the mansion of its treasures. 

For a while, she was conscious of a strong feeling of regret. She liked 
Carol and she sort of liked Lennie and the twins, too, and she hated to do 
anything that would help them into jail, but there was nothing else that she 
could do. Adam Wright had made it quite plain that she co-operate fully and 
be helpful or she would go to jail as one of the robbers, too. She worried, 
too, about Lily. She would never make it in the world outside if Norma was 
not around to help her. Lily wasn't very strong and she had no idea of what 
a horrid place the world could be. She just didn't know. 

She and Carol quit in time to begin fixing supper and when Lily and the 
others got back to the big house, they were starving, they said. She sat and 
looked at Lily while their dinner was thawing in the oven and she could see 
the bright, mischievous gleam in Lily's big blue eyes. She watched her 
little sister and saw that she seemed to be very interested in the two boys. 
They seemed to be quite fond of Lily, too. 

Norma relaxed and she was glad that Lily could have nice friends. Lennie was 
a crook, but the twins were just sweet young boys who were easily led into a 
life of crime and thievery and she was sure that the authorities would be 
very lenient when it came time to deal with them. 

She helped Carol clean up in the kitchen and then Lennie went into the 
library with them and Norma showed him the work that had been accomplished 
during the day. She and Carol had found and evaluated many rare books and 
they could be taken off to market the next day if that was what Lennie 
wanted to do with them. 

Norma did not mention the copies of the list that she had made, or that she 
had pretty well inventoried the things that had already been sold. Lennie 
was quite pleased with what she had accomplished and she was glad when he 
and the others decided to go to bed early and get a good night's sleep. 
Carol served them some wine as a nightcap but Norma refused it. She didn't 
want any dreams intruding in upon her nocturnal activities. 

When she got ready for bed, she took a shower and then got under the covers. 
She set her alarm for fifteen minutes before two and she was filled with a 
bursting sense of excitement. She knew that she was looking forward to 
meeting Adam Wright with a rising tide of interest that was quite unusual in 
her. She decided that she liked the handsome young investigator and then, 
that settled, she fell asleep. 

The alarm snapped her awake and she turned it off quickly, worried that she 
might awaken the others. The house was very quiet as she got dressed in a 
black sweater and a dark skirt. She was sure that she would not need a bra 
with the sweater, she wasn't that big-busted and she would be meeting Adam 
in the dark anyway. She slipped on a pair of panties and a pair of sneakers 
and she went downstairs and out into the night without making a sound. 

She knew the way to the carriage house. She had made certain of that when 
she and Carol took their usual walk during the afternoon. She was able to 
stride confidently along in the dark toward the big old house at the far end 
of the estate. 

There was a moon and she was filled with the warmth of the night and a 
bubbling excitement that she simply could not stifle. She realized that she 
was panting, breathing heavily. She would not let him know that he affected 
her in any way. She stopped walking and she turned around to look at the 
rear of the house for a moment. 

Lily's lights were still on and that surprised her. She wondered if Lily was 
afraid to sleep in the dark, or was she up there reading a lurid novel? 

She turned around again and then she was just fine. She went on toward the 
big building and she became aware of her pounding heart and her shaking 
legs. She snorted softly, disgusted with herself. She was behaving like an 
idiotic schoolgirl and she was not a school girl. Not any more. 

The moon slid out from behind a big cloud and the land around her was 
suddenly tinted with silver and the darkness of the night was gone. She 
stopped for a moment and gazed around her at the incredible beauty of the 
grounds in bright moonlight. It was a sight that was breathtaking and she 
enjoyed it fully. Then, resolutely, she turned her attention back to more 
immediate things and she walked on, eager for her meeting with Adam. There 
were so many things that she wanted to tell him, so much that she could show 
him. She had the lists of everything stolen in her skirt pocket and she 
could tell him just what Lennie planned next because he had said that she 
and Carol could begin to inventory and catalogue the silverware and some of 
the more precious items of decoration. There were many pairs of gold and 
silver candlesticks and all sorts of other items fashioned from precious 
metals and Lennie was going to dispose of everything in sight as quickly as 
he could. 

Adam Wright would certainly want to know all about that. 

She reached the old building that had been a carriage house and she wondered 
if she was expected to go inside. She didn't want to go inside. Big old 
buildings frightened her and she could not remember what Adam had told her. 
She could only recall that he had said that he would meet her at two at the 
carriage house. 

He showed up like a wraith in the night. She was standing along in front of 
the big building one moment and the next he was standing beside her. She 
hadn't heard him approach and she had been looking around for him. In the 
brightness of the moonlight she could see the big grin on his face and she 
knew that he had been deliberately sneaky. 

"Hello," he said, quietly. "Let's go inside. We can't talk out here very 
well." 

She didn't answer him. He opened the door and they entered the carriage 
house. There was enough light for her to see the smile on his face and she 
knew a moment of great joy, simply because he was with her, because he was 
her friend, because she liked him and was happy with him. She didn't bother 
to analyze things but she did realize that she was glad that she had met 
him. She didn't really feel that she had to go beyond that conclusion right 
away. 

"I made copies of the lists," she said. "I brought it all with me." 

She took the papers out of her skirt pocket and she handed it to him. He 
took it and put it into his pocket. She waited for him to say something but 
he didn't. He was staring at her and the way he was using his eyes was 
making her nervous, unsure of herself. 

"Aren't you going to look at the lists?" she asked. 

"I'll check them over in the morning," he said. "I can't see too well right 
now." 

She stood close to him and she was shivering and that surprised her. She was 
suddenly, overwhelmingly conscious of his nearness, his maleness. Too, she 
was suddenly, inexplicably, weak. She wanted to say things to him, to 
explain to him that she was taking a big chance helping him. She wanted to 
tell him that she liked him, that she would help him any way just so that 
she could see him again. She wanted to say so many things and her mouth was 
dry, her tongue swollen and useless and she couldn't say a word. She just 
stood in front of him, trembling, shivering and when he reached for her, she 
swayed toward him with a feeling of gratitude. She needed something to hold 
on to. 

He put his arms around her and then he was holding her to him tightly and 
she was standing with her arms around him, too, and her cheek was against 
his and it was all very wonderful, very strange and she could hardly breathe 
and she was ashamed of her weaknesses, her swift surrender to sexual 
excitement. 

"You are so beautiful," he said, softly. "You are the prettiest girl I have 
ever known. So pretty." 

He moved his head and then his lips found hers and he kissed her and she 
kissed him, too, and then she could feel the quickening sensations in her 
loins, the delicious trickling sensations deep within her sexual cavity. She 
was shaking violently and he knew it. 

His hands were busy with her breasts and somehow his fingers were fondling 
her bare breasts beneath the sweater and his mouth was kissing her and she 
could hear the crazy words that he was saying to her and she wished that he 
would stop talking. He didn't have to explain anything to her. 

"I'm so sorry," he was saying. "I'm not like this. Really, I'm not like 
this. I just can't help myself. You are so beautiful and I am so crazy about 
you. I just can't help myself." 

He lifted her sweater and then his mouth was kissing her breasts and sucking 
them and she was moaning and squirming in his grasp and she was wishing that 
he would not put his hand down below because she knew that she was sopping 
wet down there and he would think her messy and inelegant. She shivered then 
as his fingers found the place of greatest torment and she gasped and 
suffered in excruciating pleasure as his finger slid far up inside of her 
and she reacted with a speed that was indecent. The whole thing was 
ridiculous. She was the ice maiden, she was frost and inhibitions and 
uselessness and the whole thing was a waste of time ... 

He was holding her close and she was making soft, mewling sounds in her 
throat and then she was suddenly lost, driven into a state of ecstasy and 
euphoria by his skillful fingers and she knew that she was shrieking crazy 
words into his ear and he was moving his finger in and out of her sexual 
sheath like it was a piston. 

"OOOOOOOOOOH H H H H HH H H," she heard herself saying, "FASTER FASTER .... 
OOOOOOHHHH, I'M COMING ... I'M-COMINGGGGGGGGGGGG, COMING. OH, I AM 
AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH." 

She was out of her mind with sensual bliss for a long time and when she came 
in his hand she was sure that he would hate her and think her a real pig. 
That worried her, but she realized finally, that he was holding her tightly 
and he was kissing her passionately and he was saying crazy things, too. 

"I love you, Norma, darling, he was saying. "I love you so much. I've waited 
for you for so long. Just let me love you, darling." 

That was crazy, she knew. He hadn't known her very long. How could he fall 
in love so quickly? He was crazy and she was crazy and his hands were 
fondling her plump, tingling breasts and she was again overwhelmed by surges 
of sexual agitation and she was too weak to stand. He seemed to know that 
and he picked her up in his arms as though she were a child and then he was 
settling her down on an old mattress that was lying upon the floor. She 
suspected, fleetingly, that other lovers had used the carriage house and she 
was not at all dismayed when Adam's fingers dislodged her panties and began 
cavorting in the feverish crevice between her legs. He was on top of her, 
kissing her and then she realized, dimly, that her skirt was up around her 
waist and her panties were missing and her legs were shifting and working 
like she was swimming. 

She felt him penetrating her and she slid her tongue deep into his mouth and 
then her hips were writhing and threshing around. Her legs wrapped 
themselves around his waist as her suffering body tried to cling to him. He 
was sliding his cock into her with fierce thrustings and she was receiving 
him with equally fierce thrustings and she could hear her own gasps of 
pleasure each time he forced his organ deeper and ever deeper into her 
loins. 

His mouth was glued to hers and she was sliding her tongue in and out of his 
mouth and he was kissing her, holding her in a way that allowed his fingers 
to play with her breasts and her nipples and she could feel arising tide of 
glorious frenzy rippling through her loins and she knew that she was moving 
closer and closer to the most exciting orgasm she had ever known. She could 
feel her loins becoming more and more aroused and inflamed with each thrust 
of his hips and it was a splendid feeling, so sort of delicious anguish that 
she could not withstand and she was panting and screeching and yelping like 
any animal and then it was happening for her and it was wonderful, the 
absolute in sensation and she knew that her glands were bursting and 
spilling and "she could feel the cold wetness of their juices sliding down 
her valley and then she was fluttering, coming noisily and voluptuously, and 
it was the most delicious sensation she had ever known ... 

He held her for a long time after the fireworks were over and when he 
finally slipped his organ out of her she felt a sense of loss, a time for 
sweet sadness and then she was conscious of the wetness between her legs and 
when he handed her his handkerchief, she took it. She tried to clean herself 
up as best she would and she was almost afraid to give him back his used 
handkerchief. He took it from her. He buried it in his coat pocket and then 
he seemed to be very sad. He turned to her and he found her mouth and he 
kissed her and she realized then that she was weeping. She had no idea why 
she would weep, but the tears were streaming from her eyes. He lit two 
cigarettes and he gave one of them to her. She took it and she puffed on it 
and sucked the smoke deep into her lungs. There were so many things that she 
wanted to say to him now. She found that she couldn't say anything to 
anybody. 

"I was not fooling," he said. "I do love you, Norma. Don't ask me how any of 
this happened. I couldn't help myself. I wouldn't hurt you for anything in 
the world. I wouldn't, please, believe me." 

She didn't answer him. He took her into his arms and his lips kissed her 
mouth and he tasted her tears and he put his hand on the back of her head 
and held her face against the pocket of his shoulder. She wept, silently, 
uncomprehendingly, and when she finally subsided, he kissed her again and 
then he moved away from her. 

He was filled with apologies and she wished that he wouldn't. Her 
experiences with him were so wonderful, so beautiful, she didn't want to 
hear anything like apologies. 

"Do you really love me?" she said, finally. 

The note of childishness in her question made him laugh. 

He squeezed her and then he kissed her mouth and he lingered at it for a 
long time. When he spoke to her, his words were a mere whisper against her 
lips. 

"Yes, my darling," he said. "I do love you. I love you so much. And, I never 
want to lose you. Not ever." 

She pushed him away and then she sat straight up. 

"Then you won't put me in jail no matter what, will you?" 

He laughed at her again. "No, my dear," he said. "I won't ever put you in 
jail, no matter what." 

"I'm glad," she said. 

He held her and then he began kissing her again and she was able to enjoy 
his kisses and enjoy being in his arms. 

"I'm not like what you think," she said. "I mean, I never did that with 
anybody else. I didn't. No matter what you think." 

He kissed her again and the warmth in his kiss made her shiver. She was 
kissing him, too, sliding her tongue into his mouth and teasing his lips 
with her own passionate responses. 

"I know you haven't done that with anyone else," he said. "I can tell." 

"How can you tell?" she demanded. "There wasn't any blood." 

"Tight as you were," he said, "it had to be the first time." 

"You don't think that I am awful, do you?" she asked. 

"I love you," he said, simply. "Nothing else much matters. Now, you'd better 
get back to your room in the big house and I'll get out of here." 

"I wish you could take me with you," she said. "I wish that awful bad. I 
don't want to go back to the house." 

He talked calmly and sensibly with her and when he left her, eventually, she 
was quite willing to go back to her bed and get some sleep. She walked in 
the night, looking up at the lights in Lily's room and she decided that she 
would have to say something to Lily about leaving her lights on all night. 
She smiled in the darkness as she realized that she was not paying the 
electric bill and it was none of her business what Lily did with her lights. 

She crept into the quiet house and when she slid between the sheets of her 
bed she resolved that she was going to stay awake and think about Adam 
Wright and the things that she had done with him. She wanted to remember 
again and again the way he told her that he loved her. 

She was sure that she enjoyed hearing those words most of all. 

She wondered, too, if she was a bad girl now. The dreams that she could 
barely remember now were something new with her, and the things that she did 
with Adam were brand new. 

She wondered what he would do or say if he knew that she was not yet 
sixteen. Would he keep right on loving her, or would he drop her like a hot 
potato? She was still thinking about these things when she fell sound 
asleep. 

It seemed to her that she had barely blinked her eyes and it was morning and 
brilliant sunshine was in the room with her. She sat up and lit a cigarette 
and then she smelled the rich fragrances of bacon and coffee and she jumped 
out of bed and put on a robe. She went out into the hallway and she met Lily 
on her way downstairs, too. 

Norma smiled at her baby sister and noticed that Lily looked a bit tired and 
slightly peaked but Norma didn't say anything to her about leaving her 
lights on all night. She remembered, at the last moment, that Lily might ask 
how she found out about the lights and she would be in trouble right away. 

The others were already at the table and when Norma looked at Lennie she 
felt a sense of embarrassment. It disturbed her to have to accept the 
knowledge that Lennie was a thief. She had been very fond of Lennie, Carol 
and the twins. She hated to think of them in prison. She liked each and 
every one of them. 

She helped Lennie and the boys load the truck with books and the other 
things that she and Carol had evaluated and she felt a bit forlorn and 
deserted when Lily climbed into the truck to go with Lennie and the twins. 
It disturbed her very much because Lily was really determined to go along 
with the boys and Lennie. 

She actually seemed to be very happy about it. 

 Chapter Six 

Norma helped Carol with the work in the kitchen and she tried to think up 
things to say to the lovely young brunette, but, knowing what was going to 
happen to Carol and the others made her awkward when it came to small talk. 

Carol did not seem to be particularly interested in talking about things, 
either. The day was warm and sunny and when their work in the kitchen was 
done, Carol suggested that they have one more cup of coffee on the terrace 
so that they could enjoy the sunshine and have a brief respite before they 
resumed their work in the library. 

That idea delighted Norma because she would have some free time in which she 
could think about Adam Wright and how much she liked him and how many hours 
it would be until he met her again in the carriage house. She was eager to 
see him again and he had said that he would come to meet her again at the 
same time, the same place and Norma found herself counting the hours and the 
minutes until it would be time to see him again. 

But, the day dragged horribly and she was very much relieved when Lennie and 
the twins and Lily all came home for lunch. Lennie announced that they had 
concluded their business deals quickly and they could now give their 
attention to other matters. 

They all settled in the kitchen and Lily and the boys kept giggling and 
smiling at each other and it seemed to Norma that Lily and the twins had 
become much better acquainted than she had supposed. Lennie sat at the 
table, a cigarette in his fingers and he was watching her move around and do 
her work and that made Norma nervous, despite her seeing that he liked her 
very much. Carol was smiling happily and she finally told Norma to sit down 
and begin eating with the others. 

Norma obeyed her and she actually enjoyed the sandwiches that she and Carol 
had fixed. She drank two full glasses of milk and, by the time the others 
left the table and went off to the living room, she was just too drowsy and 
too lazy to help Carol clean up. 

"Why don't you go into the living room, too," Carol suggested, with a big, 
affectionate smile. "You can take a nap on the couch and then we can resume 
with our work when you wake up." 

Norma was about to refuse, to insist that she would be able to help just a 
bit but Carol insisted that she take a nap and she even helped Norma into 
the living room. She settled her on the couch and she turned to caution the 
others who were sitting around in chairs. 

"Now you keep quiet, all of you," Carol said. "Norma is worn out and she is 
going to take a nap. I think that we have been working her too hard, so we 
will let her rest." 

"Sure," Lennie said. "We have work to do anyway... 

"That's right," Carol said. "Go ahead and do it." 

Norma stretched out on the couch and she noticed that Lily was sitting close 
to her and she was amazed by her little sister's beauty and her visible 
happiness. She wanted to talk to Lily, to tell her how lovely she was, but 
she simply couldn't do it. She fell asleep instead. 

She began to dream and she was very glad that no one would ever know about 
the weird, depraved dreams she could know and enjoy within the privacy of 
her mind. 

There was a quality of reality in her dreams that terrified her while they 
were happening. She was with Lily and Lennie and Carol and the twins and she 
was in the living room, as she had been when sleep came to her, but the room 
was different and she realized that her dreams were taking on the flavor of 
fantasy and it seemed to her that the big, lovely living room was ablaze 
with light and she could see a bank of flood lights and she felt just like a 
movie star. Carol was busy helping the others to arrange drapes and 
furniture and she felt sorry that she wasn't able to help Carol and the 
others with what they were doing. But, she was asleep and it was only a 
dream and she just wouldn't worry about anything. 

Carol was talking to Lennie and the others and she could hear her very 
distinctly but she couldn't make much sense out of what Carol was saying. 

"I gave it to her in the milk and I really gave her a good dose. She will do 
anything at all and when she wakes up she won't remember any of it. It will 
all be a dream that fades as soon as she really wakes up. So, we can get all 
of the pictures that we want and have a ball besides." 

Lennie said, "There is a hell of a good market for these kind of films so I 
want to take several. Maybe we'll start off with Lily and the boys and 
Carol, you can play big sister and come in and find Lily and the boys 
playing games and then you punish them by making them do all kinds of things 
and I will get it all on film." 

Carol laughed. She said, "We can do better than that. You can play Lily's 
Daddy and you can fuck her for a while and then make her blow you, and I 
will get it all on film. Then we can have some fun with Norma and she will 
be the shy young maiden who is captured by evil men and a bad girl and she 
will do anything that we ask of her and Lily can operate the camera. She 
knows how. We can have some lovely times. 

And, it can last all day and all night too. We are not in any hurry." 

Lily said, "I'm in a hurry. I never knew how much fun it could be going down 
on a girl and I am dying to get at Norma's pretty little cunt. You promised 
me that I could. You promised. You know you did." 

Lennie laughed and Norma wished that they wouldn't say such things, even in 
her dreams. She decided that she would say something to them, perhaps she 
could persuade them to go away and leave her dreams and then she could sleep 
and not think about sex and all of its hideous ramifications. She hated sex. 
And, if she could say something to them that would make them understand how 
she felt it would help her to rid herself of the horrid fantasies that were 
making her so upset and excited. 

Carol came over to stand in front of her and Norma let Carol pull her up off 
of the couch. Carol was smiling at her and she was beginning to remove 
Norma's blouse and Norma just stood and let her do it. Then Lily was helping 
Carol and she wondered why she would ever dream that her little sister would 
help others to expose her and exploit her. It was all very confused and very 
nebulous in her mind but she realized that Lily was a hot piece, or a sex 
pot. Lily was snickering as she took Norma's skirt and panties down. She 
felt Lily's fingers in her deep, slippery slit and she just couldn't say 
anything or do anything. 

She heard Lennie say, "No matter how often I see it, I just won't believe 
it. I never knew that a girl could be so beautiful, so lovely, everywhere." 

"She has a pretty little cunt, too," Carol said, sarcastically. "Don't 
forget that." 

"Golly," Lily said, "I just can't wait to eat her." 

"You'll wait," Carol said, sternly. "After a while, Lennie and the boys will 
sweeten up that little honeypot of hers and then you will really enjoy 
eating her. Just be patient, little one and we will all have a good time." 

"Walk her around a little," Lennie said to Carol. "I want to get some 
footage of her just moving around." 

"Tell her to walk around," Carol said. "Tell her anything. She is just 
having a wild dream and she will obey you, no matter what you ask her to 
do." 

"Maybe I'd better tell her to blow me before I pop," Lennie said. "Will she 
do it?" 

"Sure," Carol said, "she will do anything that is asked of her. That's the 
way that stuff works. And, she will enjoy it, too." 

Norma was aware that she was stark naked, standing with the bright lights on 
her and when Lennie crooked his finger at her, she went to him. She was very 
obedient and she didn't know why. 

He told her to kneel down and then he took his pants off and his shorts and 
she could see that he had an enormous erection. When he told her to put her 
hands on his cock and his balls, she obeyed him. When he told her to take it 
into her mouth and suck it, she did that, too. 

"We should get this on film," Carol said. 

"I'd better run the camera. I'd let Lily do it but she's so damned hot, 
she's shaking like a leaf." 

"I can't help it," Lily said. "Seeing Norma do this turns me on. I can't 
help it." 

"While I'm filming Norma's blow job," 

Carol said, "you get on the bed and let the twins undress you and you help 
them and I'll get some of that, too. Maybe you can blow them both and cool 
them off a little. You know the way they get when they get at your cunt. 
They shoot all over everything and it's a waste. So, if you blow them right 
away, I'll film it and mix it with Norma blowing Lennie." 

Norma could hear everything and she was sure that she was actually tasting 
Lennie and it was a taste that she liked. She wished that she could be 
different and not be so susceptible to the pleasures of sex in her dreams. 
It frightened her to suppose that she was the real Norma when she had these 
dreams and the other, the ice maiden, was just a facsimile. That would be 
awful. 

"Suck, baby," Lennie was saying to her. He began twisting his fingers in her 
hair and the pain was awful. She began doing the things that he told her to 
do, and she knew that she was bobbing her head up and down on his cock and 
her fingernails were tickling his balls and then he was gushing in her mouth 
and she was swallowing him and still sucking and her whole body was alive 
and seething with sexual sensations of exceptional pleasure and she could 
feel her own glands and her loins responding to what she was doing with him 
and then she was coming and it was pure ecstasy and she gave herself up 
entirely to enjoyment and bliss. 

Carol was talking and she could hear her, dimly, because the rigors of 
orgasm were blotting out her senses and she didn't care. She didn't care at 
all. 

"I got it all," Carol said. "And, it was sure good. I can imagine the way 
she feels. She is very photogenic, I'll bet, and the way she comes is going 
to show up on film real good." 

At first, Norma thought that Carol was talking about her but as the girl 
continued talking, she realized that they were watching Lily and the things 
that were being done to her. She watched too, with Lennie's flowing organ 
still in her mouth. He was sitting down and she was at his feet and she knew 
that some of what had happened had escaped her and she had no idea of what 
she had done. She was conscious only of great bliss and very real happiness. 

Lily's compact little body was exceptionally lovely, she thought and while 
her little sister's breasts were not large, they were very pretty, twin 
cones with tiny nipples that jutted straight out and when Lily opened her 
legs so that the boys could get at her Norma saw that Lily had no pubic hair 
at all, just a bewitching little cleft of creamy white girl flesh that was 
actually very alluring. 

One of the boys mounted Lily and he shoved his huge organ into her little 
rosebud and it seemed that he was being swallowed easily and eagerly by 
Lily. She heard the harsh, meaty sounds as Lily's hips slammed against the 
boy's legs and then Lily was shoving her hips upwards, to swallow more and 
more of the boy. She was moaning and screeching and the heavy, meaty sounds 
became louder and louder and the words and sounds streaming from Lily's 
throat were louder and louder, too, and it was very plain that Lily was 
having herself a grand time and Norma could not imagine why or how she could 
dream something like that. 

She watched Lily, fascinated by the pure evil that was alive and glowing in 
her lovely face. Lily was making louder sounds and the boy was grunting with 
each thrust and Lily's heels were dug into his back, her nails were raking 
his shoulders and the intensity of her passions increased. Listening to the 
sounds coming from Lily embarrassed Norma and she wished that she could wake 
up and begin a new and nicer dream. 

"OOOOOHHHHHH ...OOOOOOHHHHH ... AAAHHHHHHH...AH...AH.000OOOHH," Lily was 
saying. "UGH, UGH, 00000000, OH ... OH ... OH, GOLLY, I'M GOING TO COME ... 
OH, I'M DOING IT. OOOOOOHHH, I'M DYING ... I'M DEAD." 

Lennie was very much affected by Lily's ordeal and he came twice while he 
watched Lily and the one twin and she was so hot, she devoured him each 
time, eager for more and more of a very special nectar that she seemed to 
enjoy very much. She watched Lily's drenched bottom as the boy eased himself 
out of her and Lily's legs let him go reluctantly. Carol was holding the 
camera close, observing everything and they all watched Lily's heaving chest 
as it labored for serenity and Norma was appalled to discover that seeing 
Lily's inflamed slit and the tiny opening that was expelling the thick white 
love juices in slow, weak little spurts, excited her. She had never even 
imagined that she would ever have any interest in another girl's sexual area 
but she did not know as much about herself as she had thought. 

Lily moaned and giggled as the other twin mounted her and Norma watched his 
immense organ sliding into her little sister's opening and she knew that 
Lily was enjoying herself very much with the attentions that were suddenly 
hers. She could hear the liquid sounds as the boy began fucking Lily and she 
shivered and sucked harder so that Lennie would reward her with more and 
more of his honey. 

"We will want some footage of Lily getting fucked up the ass as well as in 
her twat," Lennie said. "And, we can use some shots of something being done 
to this one." 

Carol seemed to be angry. "If you don't take you cock out of her mouth," she 
said to Lennie, "you won't be able to do anything to either of them." 

Lennie sighed and then he began pushing her away from him. She heard the 
loud popping sound when his cock popped out of her mouth and she was quite 
willing when he turned her over onto her belly and then he was sliding his 
big fat cock up inside of her and she could hear Carol talking to Lennie as 
she photographed the wild plunging and rutting frenzy that Lily and the 
second twin were involved with on the bed. 

"Fuck her silly," Carol was saying, "and after a while, take it out and run 
it into her asshole and while you are screwing her there, I'll move in with 
the camera and get some good shots." 

She didn't really believe that Lennie would try to put his big organ in her 
back hole but the way she was feeling, she just didn't care any more. There 
was a sweetly pleasurable sensation in her loins and her whole being and she 
knew that she was having a delicious orgasm and she was too deeply immersed 
in sexual raptures to care what was done to her. She felt it when Lennie 
rammed his huge organ deep into her body and it felt like he was shoving it 
against the back of her throat and she couldn't understand how he could have 
his organ deep in her sexual sheath and make her feel it in her throat. She 
just couldn't understand that, and then she was coming again and she just 
didn't care. 

She felt it when his organ slipped out of her and she whimpered in startled 
protest. Then she felt the wet tip of his organ at her other end and Carol 
was talking to Lennie and she was telling him to ease it in at first and 
then ram it right up into her eyebrows. 

"Give it to her good," Carol said, and then she felt the warmth and the 
wetness of Lennie's cock in the wrong hole and it felt so good she went 
absolutely crazy with pleasure. 

"OOOOOH H H. 000000000000QOO .... 00000000000000 H H H H H H H ," she cried, 
helpless in the midst of impossible ecstasies, "THAT'S GOOD ... OOOOHHHH, 
IT'S S0000000 GOOOOD, OOOOOHHHHHH, I'M GOING TO DIE, I'M DYING ... 
OOOOOOOOHHHHHHH, NO, I'M COMING ... OH, GOLLY, AM I COMINNNNG ... PUSH ME 
... PUSH ME REAL HARD ... AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.AAAAAAAA AAAAAAAH H H H H H H." 

She could feel Lennie's bare hips slapping against her buttocks and it was 
such a nice feeling. She felt it when he came in her and her whole body 
quivered and shook and then she saw that Lily was sucking one of the twins 
while the other one was sodomizing her and she flaked out and drifted off 
into another dream. 

She realized how wild her fantasies could become when she found herself 
astride Lily's face and she knew that it was Lily's tongue up inside of her. 
It was Lily's hungry mouth that was cleansing her, making her fresh and 
sweet and ready for new and greater thrills. She was tasting the sweetness 
of Lily's sexual flesh, too, and she was like a honey bee, feasting upon the 
drenched loins, the honey that she found deep in Lily's tight little well. 

Lily was groaning and moaning and trying to twist from side to side as 
ecstasy claimed her and she didn't seem able to realize that it was her 
mouth and her tongue and her fierce and greedy suction that was providing 
the pleasures that were delighting her little sister. She knew it when 
Lennie forced himself into her and she was bent forward while Lennie screwed 
her thoroughly and Lily's tongue and mouth played with her clitoris and then 
Lennie was coming and she was coming and Lily was coming, too, and it just 
became too much ecstasy to endure and she flaked out again, too weak, too 
sapped by an excess of bliss to hang on to consciousness. 

The others were busy with each other, she knew and it bothered her to have 
to leave them, but her mind was slipping, she was losing contact with her 
dream and she didn't want to miss any of the wild, glorious joys that were 
available to her while she slept ... She shifted again and it was another 
dream and she watched Carol in a big armchair, Lennie fucked her furiously. 
The twins were sitting on the floor, their organs wilted and red and soft 
and when Lennie finished with Carol, she smiled at Norma and when she 
crooked her finger, Norma knew what was expected of her. She crept to 
Carol's vicinity and when the brunette pulled her face into the steamy, 
fetid trench that was so wet and slippery between her legs, Norma was eager 
to devour her and all of the sweet fruits of lovemaking. 

Carol lay back in her chair and reached out to play with Lily's breasts and 
she was tweaking the nipples, teasing Lily until she was prancing and 
dancing with sexual excitements. Carol did something to a control that was 
hidden somewhere in the big armchair and the back of it lowered and the 
chair became a cot and Lily climbed on top of Carol's mouth and the young 
brunette was suddenly in a whole new paradise. 

Norma knew that she gave Carol many lovely orgasms and she -knew that Lily 
came many times while they were busy with each other and Norma knew, too, 
that the twins took turns eating her and delighting her. She missed Lennie 
but then she realized that he was working the camera and then her mind 
drifted and she began wondering why the camera should be a part of her 
fantasy and she decided that her simple mind would suppose that if her 
depravity was put on film for everyone to see, then she would be punished 
indeed for her venality and her willingness to pervert her body and its 
glands for the selfish business of enjoying carnal pleasures. 

Norma could hear loud, booming sounds and she wondered what that could be. 
She could hear words too and there was little sense to what she was hearing. 
But, the words were very loud, very clear and the booming sounds were all 
around her, loud and whistling in her head and she was hearing them 
distinctly, comprehendingly. 

"You go for your gun, Will Davids," the voice said, "and you will die, too. 
Just like all the others." 

She opened her eyes and she could hear the television set going full blast 
and she sat up, grinning a bit idiotically at the others. Lily was watching 
the western movie with enormous eyes and the twins were lying on the floor, 
their heads propped up with cushions. Lennie and Carol were sitting at the 
kitchen table and they seemed to be talking business. The western faded from 
the screen and a pretty girl began talking about suntan lotion and Lily 
turned to look at Norma. She smiled at her and then she tried to wake up so 
that she could talk with Lily. 

"You must have had a wild dream," Lily said. "You were squirming and 
moaning. We thought we should wake you, but Carol said to let you sleep. You 
were probably dreaming." 

"I was," Norma said. She wrinkled her forehead and she struggled to recall 
some of the details of her dream but she could not. She put her feet on the 
floor and then she tried to stand. Her knees were shaking and her legs were 
weak. She could feel a sudden wetness that was between her legs and she knew 
that she had drenched herself. She often did that if she dreamed about 
sexual things. She had difficulty dealing with sex and its pleasures when 
she was awake, but experience had taught her that she did fine when she 
slept. 

She could feel aches and pains in her loins and in her body openings and she 
wondered why that should be. She had never felt anything like that before. 

The others watched her as she began walking toward the bathroom and she 
could see that Lily was concerned about her. She wished that Lily would not 
worry about her and she wished too, that she could tell Lily what she was 
like, but she wasn't at all sure that she knew herself. 

It was almost time for her to help Carol with their dinner but Carol told 
her to take a hot bath and soak in the tub for a while. 

"You probably got stiff from sleeping on the couch," Carol said. 

"Soak in a hot tub and you will feel ever so much better. I will get Lily to 
help me with dinner. You just relax and take it easy. Come back to us when 
you feel better." 

Carol was in the bedroom with her and she watched Carol go off to work at 
preparing food for everybody. Then she went into the bathroom and began 
running a tub full of hot water. 

She sat in the soothing water for a long time and she tried to remember some 
of the things that she must have dreamed. She knew that her dream had to 
have sexual overtones, or actions and activities that could arouse her to 
the state of copious concupiscence she had arrived at. Perhaps she had 
dreamed of Adam Wright and the sweet ecstasies that she had known with him. 
Thinking about Adam was extremely pleasurable and she hated to stop doing it 
but it dawned on her after a long while, that her water had grown cold and 
her aches and pains had disappeared. She stood up and then she began 
toweling herself dry and she spent a lot of time fixing her face. 

When she joined the others at the dinner table she was feeling fine and she 
knew that she looked exceptionally pretty and desirable. She wondered if 
Adam would get to see how pretty she looked when she met him again at the 
old carriage house. She hoped he'd notice. 

Lennie wanted her to work with him and Carol in the library and he wanted to 
sort of go, over the things that they had catalogued and evaluated, things 
that he had not yet disposed of, but would in the next few days. 

She had some more lists for Adam after spending a few hours with Lennie and 
Carol. She could see, too, now that she knew what they were really like, 
that there was not much to like about either of them. Carol was very pretty, 
of course, but she was not very well educated or talented in any way. But, 
then Norma wasn't either. It was just that she didn't like Carol, probably. 
Thinking about things, she knew that she wanted to help Adam Wright and she 
might be a bit miffed with Lennie and the twins and Carol for fooling her so 
easily. 

She would have to think of what she and Lily would do after Lennie and his 
people went off to jail. She would have to find another place for them to 
live. She would have to get another job, so that she and Lily could eat. 
Bleakly, she wondered if Lennie would pay her any money at all for the work 
that she was doing for him. Somehow, she suspected that Lennie would not pay 
her anything. 

She worked with Lennie and Carol in the library and when Carol went off to 
the kitchen to fix them some coffee, Lennie leaned back in this chair behind 
the desk and he smiled at Norma, very openly liking her. 

"You've been a big help to me," he said. "Now, you and Carol can begin on 
some of the other stuff and I will unload all of these fancy books. Maybe in 
the next few days we will get rid of all of the books. I got a guy that's 
willing to buy anything that I bring him. He's a very rich merchant and he 
knows a good thing when he sees it." 

Norma smiled at him. She didn't feel like saying anything. She felt a bit 
like Judas. 

"You should have some money," Lennie said. "Maybe you will be able to use it 
when you go into town again." 

He took a big roll of money from his pocket and he handed her two hundred 
dollar bills. 

"I haven't really done enough to earn this much," she said. 

He grinned at her. "You let me be the judge of that." 

She put the money into her bra when he was not looking at her. She was sure 
that it was all a pointless bit of business because she would have to return 
the money to its rightful owners. Lennie was just a man who stole 
everything. Any money that he gave to her would most certainly belong to 
someone else. But, she would tell Adam about the money and give it to him if 
he told her to. 

She was a bit relieved when Carol brought their coffee in to them and she 
sat with the two of them, sipping the hot coffee, nibbling on cookies and 
the prosaic character of the scene struck her and she was suddenly close to 
tears. It was all such a shame, because she was sure that Lennie and Carol 
could be happy together if they tried to live a normal life. She wondered 
why Lennie hated work so much that he had to steal. And she wished that she 
had the nerve to ask him about it, but she knew that she would not. 

The others were in the living room watching the television set and she 
wished that she could do something nice for the twins. She could never tell 
one from the other but she knew that Lily liked the boys and she did, too. 
She wished that she could keep them from going to jail. They were not 
innocent, of course, but they were too young to be sent off to prison. They 
were innocent dupes in the hands of Lennie and Carol. Maybe she would talk 
to Adam and see if he could do something to spare the boys from a life in a 
prison. She would at least do what she could. 

When Carol and Lennie talked of going to bed and getting a good night's 
sleep, she was glad. She wanted to go to bed and think about Adam and the 
things that they would probably do again. She could feel a new and special 
heat in her cheeks as she thought of the things that she and Adam did 
together and she decided that they would probably do them again. 

Carol stood up and she yawned and she grinned a bit self-consciously as she 
looked at Lennie. 

"I am exhausted," she said. "I guess I'm not as young or as sturdy as I used 
to be." 

Lennie laughed as he yawned, too. "You had a very busy day," he said. "How 
many little times did you have for yourself?" 

Carol laughed softly. "I have no idea," she said. "But, admit it, isn't that 
stuff wonderful?" 

"It sure is," Lennie said. "And, there is a well-equipped dark room in the 
basement. I can develop pictures and we can look at them so the whole thing 
is just a bonanza." 

"Fine," Carol said, yawning again. "Now can we go to bed?" 

Lennie got up and they left the library. She went along to help Carol put 
the coffee things away and then she heard Lennie telling Lily and the twins 
that it was time for bed. She and Carol went into the living room and she 
sat down after the twins and Lily went off. Carol and Lennie were going to 
have a goodnight smoke and they invited her to join them. 

They sat and watched the late news and Carol and Lenny kept yawning and when 
she learned back in the big armchair that she was sitting in, she got the 
shock of her life. She did something to a control and the whole back of the 
chair fell backwards and she went with it. It was something that startled 
her and frightened her a bit. 

Too, she realized dimly, that there was something very important about the 
chair and its remarkable capabilities. 

Somehow, she seemed to remember the chair but she wasn't exactly sure just 
how it fitted into her mind. 

But she would remember. 

 Chapter Seven 

Lily liked living in paradise; the things that she was doing and learning 
were thrilling her and filling her whole body with delicious sensations and 
she never wanted any of it to stop. She wished that Norma wasn't so square. 
She could tell that Norma got the same wild sensa-tions that she did out of 
fooling around with sex and she couldn't understand how Norma could ,lot 
enjoy it all. There had to be something wrong with dear sister Norma. 

Carol looked at her and the brunette grinned. They were watching a dreary 
story on the television and she was dying to get up to her room so :hat she 
could wait for visitors. In spite of all .he action that they had enjoyed 
during the afternoon, she knew that Lennie and the boys would be horny as 
hell and Carol would be, too. She glanced at Norma and Carol saw the glance. 
She nodded and Lily knew that Carol would give Norma something to put her to 
sleep so they could have their fun and not have to worry about waking Norma 
no matter what they did. Carol said that Norma would have some very nice 
dreams and that would be all. 

Thinking about the long night ahead and the many pleasures that would be 
possible got her all steamed up and really turned on and she was creaming 
her jeans just thinking about it all. She saw the funny little smile on 
Carol's pretty face and she wondered if the pretty little brunette had 
slipped her something in the food or the milk that she drank. She decided 
that Carol wouldn't bother. She had mentioned that kind of stuff to Carol 
once and the girl had laughed at her. 

"Lily, dear," Carol had said, "hot as you are, giving you a little something 
to help you turn on would be like carrying coals to Newcastle. It would be a 
complete waste of good stuff." 

Carol hadn't been critical, just very happy that Lily was the way she was. 
Now, of course, she knew how much Carol liked her, and she knew, too, how 
much Carol liked to eat her, so they were friends and lovers and they got 
along just fine. 

She sat now in the living room, watching the dreary television show and she 
could feel the wetness her legs and she wished that she could just open her 
legs and let Carol eat her for a while and clean her up. She got so stirred 
up thinking about sex and the twins and all and she couldn't think straight. 
She could not get her mind to work very sensibly about anything. 

Lennie grinned at her and he got up and stretched. He walked over to the 
television set and shut it off. The two boys were on the floor and they got 
up and headed for their bedroom without being told what to do. Lily smiled 
as she watched Carol and Lennie saying good night to Norma. She was such a 
square. And, she'd had a busy afternoon. She did everything that anybody 
could think up and she didn't even know that she had been doing it. 

She wondered if she hated Norma, and she thought that she might. After all, 
she had been very willing to let Carol dope Norma up so that when they 
started fooling around with her, she didn't even know what the hell was 
going on. And, they got it all on film. Norma was a star and she didn't even 
know it. 

She got up when everyone else did and she left the living room and started 
for her own room. She kissed Norma and she felt a stab of regret, but just 
for a moment. She shrugged as she turned away from her beautiful sister. 
Norma would go to sleep and have some really wild dream and that was all 
that she would have to worry about. Carol said that she would have crazy 
dreams even if no one touched her or bothered her. That was the way the 
stuff worked. 

Carol said that Lennie had lots of it. It was a substance that grew in 
Mexico and a lot of the Jesus Freaks used it to get themselves turned on 
with sexual appetites that they somehow equated with a religion of a sort. 
Carol said that it was easily obtained and it was much better than pot 
because there was no memory of what had taken place after the victim slept 
it off. 

Lily made a mental note to try some of it the first chance she got. Maybe 
she could get a little more fun out of screwing and fooling around with the 
drug. 

She yawned as she went off to her room. Norma went into her room and she 
closed the door and she could see that Norma was tired. She would waste the 
whole night and get nothing more out of it than a few horny dreams. 

Carol and Lennie and the boys would pile into her room, she knew, and they 
would spend the whole damned night having fun. Lennie was a real horny guy 
and the boys were even worse. but they were so young, you'd kind of expect 
it from them. 

Lily entered her room and she began taking off her clothes and as she 
glimpsed the sweet beauty of her young breasts she shivered with a delicious 
feeling of raw sensuality and anticipation. She had no idea how she could 
have gotten so horny and so depraved while she was still so young but that 
was the way it was and she was glad. She walked to her bedroom window, gazed 
out into the darkness of the night and realized that she liked living in the 
big house, enjoying the uninhibited sexual fun with Carol and the boys and 
her sister, too. She would hate to let it all go after she and Carol 
finished the work that they had been hired to do. 

Lennie had said that they were going to have a shooting session with her and 
get some films of her and the rest of them cavorting and having fun. Lennie 
said that those kind of films earned a lot of money and if she was a good 
performer, maybe they'd give her a steady job. She would like that. She 
could earn money for doing what she was going to do anyway. 

She glanced up and then she smiled as Carol walked into the room. Carol was 
wrapped in a tight robe and she was carrying a small black case and a very 
pretty redhaired wig on its Styrofoam head. Carol placed the wig on the 
bureau and she put the black case on the bed. 

Lily was cupping her naked breasts in her hands, enjoying the surging, 
queasy sensations of sexual excitement that she could always induce that 
way. She still had her skirt on and Carol unhooked it and dropped it to the 
floor. 

She kissed Lily and her hand went to the deep fold of creamy white flesh and 
she began rubbing her finger against Lily's super-sensitive parts. Lily was 
prancing and wriggling and gasping and she popped and came right in Carol's 
hand. But Carol loved that. She smiled kind of crookedly at Lily and then 
she slid to her knees and Lily stood, legs apart, enjoying the sexual 
raptures that Carol's hungry mouth could always arouse in her cunt. Carol 
really drove her up the wall all the time and she wished that she could lie 
down and just let Carol go. 

She could feel the way she was building up to the big one already and she 
wished that she could make the ecstasies last, but she could not. 

She never could. She would become enthralled and enraptured by the wild, 
fierce sensations of sexual excitements and then she would come and the sap 
would run in her like a leaky faucet. She knew that her brain went crazy and 
she lost track of a lot of things, but she didn't mind that. Like the first 
time Lennie gave it to her in the ass, she hadn't even known what was 
happening but she sure loved it. 

And, now, as Carol's tongue and clinging mouth sent her off into the distant 
orbits of ecstasy, she shuddered and squealed and whinnied and then she was 
coming and Carol was sucking her flesh with a savage hunger and she felt her 
brain swirling, overcome by sudden bliss and she knew that she was falling 
backwards onto the bed and she was glad that the bed was there. 

Carol moved with her and for a long time, she felt the thrills and gushings 
that Carol's expert tongue induced. And then it was over and she lay spent 
and gasping on the bed. Carol was standing beside the bed looking down at 
her. She saw the smile on the brunette's pretty face and she sat up, her 
brain still spinning from the exaggerated rigors of great ecstasies and 
delicious thrills. 

"I'll have to fix you up," Carol said. "You've got a little stubble and it 
would show. Your cunt would have five o'clock shadow." 

"We wouldn't want that to happen," Lily said, gravely. 

"Of course not," Carol said. 

She turned and went into the bathroom and Lily sprawled on her back; when 
Carol returned, Lily enjoyed the touch of Carol's fingers as she smeared the 
depilatory all over the youngster's crotch. She went back into the bathroom 
and Lily heard the water running as Carol washed her fingers clean. She 
could feel the beginning of a mild stinging sensation in her slit and she 
sort of liked the way it excited her. 

She wished that she could put her fingers down there and pop herself while 
it was tingling but she was afraid to get the depilatory lotion into the 
wrong place. She had done that once and it had hurt like hell. She squeezed 
her breasts instead and that made her come right away. 

Carol came to the door and she crooked her finger and Lily got up and 
trotted into the bathroom just like an excited puppy. She started to sit 
down on the toilet and Carol stopped her. 

"Don't," she said. 

"I've got to go," Lily said. 

"Hold it," Carol said, smiling. "Lennie will want you to piss all over the 
boys, one at a time, so he can film it. So save it." 

The idea delighted Lily and she knew that she would really enjoy giving the 
boys a golden shower so she stifled the urge to empty herself for the time 
being. Carol glanced at her watch and she nodded. She turned on the shower 
and Lily got under it. She was not surprised when Carol stepped out of her 
robe and got into the shower with her. Carol liked to wash her and shower 
with her and if Carol got horny she would get right down and eat Lily and 
she always enjoyed it and welcomed Carol between her legs. 

By the time Carol's hands got through with her and they were toweling 
themselves dry, Lily was so horny she was sick and Carol knew it. But, she 
did nothing to put the fires out. Lily kissed Carol's sweet young mouth and 
she was practically begging for attention but Carol shook her head. 

"Honey," she said, "Lennie wants you hot. H' wants to get it all on film. He 
has it figured that you are going to be twins, a beautiful little blonde 
bombshell and a gorgeous redhead, too. Lennie figures that we should be 
through here pretty soon, so he wants to get all the film on you that he 
can. He will pay you, which you know, of course. Lennie likes you." 

"He likes Norma, too," Lily said, smiling. "Look at all the fun he has had 
with her." 

"It isn't the same," Carol said. "Whenever we have used your sister she has 
been a zombie. Lennie likes them to be alive and alert and red hot. Like 
you. 

Lily put her hand down so that she could rub her palm on her pubis. It was 
as smooth as her cheek and she even got a little charge out of fooling 
around with her soft, smooth flesh. Carol watched her and she shook her head 
in sympathetic wonder. Her attitude suggested that Lily was a sexpot, a 
little ball of fire who should never get out of bed. 

When they went back into the bedroom, Lennie and the boys were there. Lennie 
had set up a bank of powerful lights at the end of the bed and there were a 
couple set up around the room. Lennie even had a script of sorts. 

"Lily is going to be the red head, the cold and prudish sister and one of 
the boys will enter her bedroom like a burglar and she will try to fight him 
off and get her clothes ripped off and then while she is just about naked 
the boy will twist her arm and hurt her and that will drive her down onto 
her knees. Then she can suck him off, while he pulls her hair and makes her 
do it. 

"Lily, you got to stop looking so happy when you are sucking a cock. You got 
to make like you hate doing it and when he comes, don't be so damned eager 
to swallow it. Make like you hate the whole business. You got to act." 

Lily snickered. "I am not that good an actress," she said. "Once I get my 
mouth on a cock you know the way I am." 

"I sure do, honey," Lennie said, grinning. "Maybe you'd better suck me off 
right away so I can keep my wits about me. You know, take the edge off for 
me." 

"Sure," Lily said. 

She was wandering around stark naked and she could understand how the guys 
would get steamed up looking at her and Carol. The brunette was naked, too, 
so they had lots to look at. Lennie had a robe on and he opened it and he 
was naked, too. He had an enormous hard-on and when she began handling his 
balls and his stiff prick, he began to shake and he pushed her head right 
down on his cock. He was too hot to last protractedly and she got a mouthful 
as soon as she began using her tongue against his inflamed flesh. 

He didn't make her stop and she kept right on sucking him. Carol went to one 
of the boys and she had him get out of his robe and she sucked him off 
quickly. When he was done, she gave her attention to the other boy and 
Lennie approved the whole thing. 

"I'll let Lily pop me again," Lennie said. "That way I'll be able to stay on 
the camera for a while. When it gets too hot for me, she can suck me again. 
Or maybe I'll fuck her. Everybody will fuck her before we are finished." 

She heard the things that Lennie was saying and she was glad that he felt 
the way he did about her. It pleased her to know that she was going to spend 
most of the night in all sorts of sex acts. She would do whatever Lennie 
told her to do because she knew, instinctively, that Lennie was a mean son 
of a bitch. The way he hurt her when he was coming in her mouth was one 
tip-off, and there were others. She had seen him twist his fingers in 
Carol's hair and damned near scalp her when he was busting his nuts in her 
mouth. He seemed to get a big kick out of doing that to a girl, especially 
when he knew that the girl was too excited and too far out to really know 
what he was doing. But, they could sure feel the pain. 

Lennie let her pop him twice, then he pushed her away and when he saw that 
Carol had taken the edge off for the boys, he told Carol to have a smoke and 
then he wanted her to dress little Lily in the schoolgirl outfit that they 
had brought with them. 

Carol gave her a cigarette and she felt grateful. Then, while they smoked 
and struggled to get their senses back into proper shape, Carol explained 
what Lennie had in mind. 

"You play the part of a young and pretty little school girl with a middy 
blouse and short skirt and bobby socks and like that. Then you play your 
twin sister, the redhead. The boys break in and assault you, one at a time. 
Then they both give it to you, one in each hole, and then they make you blow 
them. And, when I walk in, I play the part of your mother. They go after me, 
too, and I am forced to accept whatever they want to do to me, and then I 
eat you for a while. Then, if the boys can get it stiff, I suck them for a 
while. Lennie has it all worked out. But, you are going to be the star of 
our little epic, so we dress you up just like you are a little girl." 

"I am a little girl," Lily said, smiling. 

"That's what made me think of this little charade," Lennie said. "I don't 
know why, but the guys who lay their money out for films always pay lots 
more to see a young girl get it. Anybody can tell you that. So, that's what 
we are going to give them." 

Carol concentrated upon making Lily look too young and too virginal and when 
they all agreed that Lily was ready to be raped and assaulted in every 
possible way, the movie began. 

Lennie set the camera up so that it would take her picture as she opened the 
door of the room and ostensibly arrived home. Once the door was closed 
behind her, the action began. One of the twins stepped out of the closet and 
lunged at her, ripped her blouse to shreds and Lily's beautiful young 
breasts were naked and exposed to the touch of the intruder. Lily began to 
fight and struggled and the more she struggled, the more clothing she lost. 
The boy kept on tearing her clothing from her body and pretty soon she was 
stark naked and when the boy pushed her down onto the bed, her legs fell 
apart, thrusting her genitalia into great prominence. Lennie moved in for 
close-ups as Lily slowly closed her legs. The boy, either Mark or Leslie, 
she didn't know or care which, turned her over and as his fingers crept into 
the valley between her buttocks; she automatically moved up onto her hands 
and knees and the region between her legs was exposed for the gaze of the 
viewer in a way that pushed all of Lily's sexual equipment right into a big 
close up and she knew that Lennie was lingering on her crotch and she didn't 
mind. If guys wanted to look at her cunt and drool over it, it was okay with 
her. She was beginning to get too wet between her lips down there and Lennie 
told Mark (or Leslie) to eat her for a little while. Lennie stopped the 
camera and Carol moved close so that she could kiss him. 

Lily, on her back on the bed, felt the boy's mouth covering her inflamed 
flesh; she popped right away and then began to gasp and whimper and moan 
with an excess of sexual agitation and she began to enjoy what the boy was 
doing and her whole being became involved. 

She knew that Lennie was again using the camera and she could feel the heat 
of the lights on her body but she was too wrought up and caught up in sexual 
frenzies to care about anything, especially how she was acting. 

She was aware that the other boy had arrived upon the scene and he was busy 
with her person, too, and she could enjoy the blazing agonies that came 
alive in her midsection when one boy rammed himself into her rearend and the 
other one had his stiff cock far up inside of her cunt and she was clawing 
the air with fierce and awful convulsions of exaggerated sexual bliss. 

She lost all semblance of reason and decorum and she became an animal and 
she had a grand and glorious time, a time filled with abundant joys and 
varied and intensified thrills and sometimes she was conscious and sometimes 
she was not, but at no time did the exquisite sensations of extreme sexual 
pleasure diminish. It went on and on and she could feel each different act 
as it occurred and, for her, there was greater sensation in some things than 
in others. 

She remembered that Lennie ran out of film and by then no one cared. He had 
more than enough on film and they simply went on and on, too immersed in 
sexual activity to stop, too eager to enjoy and to exploit each other. In 
time, exhaustion set in and they rested and when she finally got her senses 
straightened out, Lily was alone and she was glad about that. She was worn 
out and it felt like every bone and sinew in her body was strained and 
pushed out of shape. She stretched out in her bed and that was a grand 
feeling, almost sexual in its pleasurable nature, she thought. 

She slept and her dreams were strange and distorted, bits and pieces of a 
strange erotic flavor. She rarely had any dreams, but she could not remember 
ever having sexual dreams either, but she was new at the sex business so she 
couldn't be too sure about a lot of things. 

She woke and it was sort of gray in her room and she could not imagine why 
she had stopped sleeping. Then she saw that one of the boys was in the room 
with her. She could barely see him. She lifted the covers of the bed and he 
got into the bed with her. 

She said, "Hi, Leslie." 

He said, "I'm Mark." 

She reached down and felt his immense erection and she sighed as a swift 
tide of seething thrills raced through her body and alerted her to the 
pleasures that were possible. 

"I woke up and it got so hard I just couldn't sleep. You want to suck it for 
a while?" 

"Sure," Lily said. "Let me get down in the bed." 

The boy turned onto his side and she folded her legs up so that she could 
get his cock into her mouth and then she began sucking him and she felt like 
a nursing child. He was constantly exuding his honey and she was greedy and 
ambitious. He came and she devoured him and then she wriggled herself into a 
position of greater comfort and she kept on sucking him. In time, he came 
again and then she wanted more. She could tell that the boy was almost 
asleep, so she shifted in the bed and straddled his face with her hips and 
he began licking her, practically by instinct and then she went on with what 
she was doing. 

She had it all worked out in her mind that she was going to be very calm and 
ladylike and not let him suck too much out of her but once his nimble tongue 
and mobile lips began their insidious and inflammatory work, she began 
having one orgasm after another and she just couldn't seem to stop. Leslie 
became very enthusiastic and she was shaking and gasping and her whole body 
was throbbing with furious sexual urgings. 

The boy was virtually inexhaustible, which she knew, of course, but as time 
passed and he maintained his erection she found that she was filled with a 
rather startled sense of very real appreciation for the young man's stamina 
and virility. 

It was daylight in the room when she became aware of things again and she 
supposed that Carol's arrival was the reason for her struggle to become 
alert. Carol was standing beside her bed, watching her and Leslie as they 
sucked on each other and she could tell from the slack, puffy look of 
Carol's face that she was really turned on. She sat up and reached for a 
cigarette. Carol smiled at her and she held her hand out for a cigarette, 
too. 

"Hi," Lily said, "join the party." 

"I intend to," Carol said. "I am so damned hot I can't stand it. It's only 
about six in the morning so we have time." She was wearing a thin nightie 
and she gazed at the boy in the bed with Lily. "Go get your brother," she 
said, crisply. "We can use both of you." 

The boy jumped out of bed with a speed that surprised Lily. He seemed to be 
afraid of Carol and she could not imagine any reason for that. He went out 
of the room and Lily noticed with a feeling of great joy, that his big cock 
was still fiercely erect and quite ready for action. Carol smiled at her and 
then the older girl began getting out of her nightgown. When she was naked 
she got onto the bed and Lily's hands found the firm, rubbery breasts and as 
soon as she had their fullness in her palms, she heard a quick, agonized 
gasp from Carol and then the lovely brunette began shaking and Lily knew 
that Carol was having an orgasm of great intensity and she began massaging 
the warm, svelte flesh in her hands, and as Carol's sexual convulsions 
deepened and became more intense, Lily squeezed and hurt the delicate flesh, 
knowing that she was intensifying Carol's sexual ecstasies by increasing the 
anguish of the moment. She held Carol then as the last vestiges of a massive 
orgasm worked its way into oblivion and she began kissing Carol's soft, 
sweet mouth, she slid into a position where she could find Carol's sex with 
her mouth and then Carol bent forward and found her crotch, too, and they 
were very busy with a wild and sensually rewarding sixty-nine when the boys 
walked in on them. 

Carol's frenzies were too intense to be satisfied by cunnilingus only, and 
so she moved away from Lily, and she opened her legs, spreading the lips of 
her too red cunt while she crooked a finger at one of the boys. Lily 
watched, knowing that Carol was going to have herself a time with Leslie who 
was fresh from sleep and rest. She could see that Mark's cock was still 
reddened from the fierce suction she had employed upon it. 

Carol sighed and she wriggled her bottom contentedly against the boy's hips 
as he slid his cock into her. The voluptuous joy that Carol was experiencing 
was very apparent and watching her getting fucked so furiously got Lily 
turned on and she beckoned the other boy to come and climb on top of her. 
She shivered with delicious thrills of great pleasure as the boy's long cock 
slid into her and she was sure that every single nerve ending in her whole 
sexual region was alive and throbbing and aching with a need for relief. 

She began moving her hips around and that got the boy into a state of high 
excitement and he began plunging into her with fierce, savage thrusts that 
gave her great, surging thrills of pure sensual delight. She was moving 
toward a quick orgasm and that distressed her a bit because she wanted it 
all to last for a long, long time and she knew that it would not because she 
always lost track of things too quickly and the heavy throes of sexual 
ecstasy began to throb and seethe in her loins and her brains went haywire 
and she became animal, acting and reacting to erotic stimuli too splendid to 
endure and she drifted and soared and throbbed and her loins spilled their 
distilled honies and when she became aware of things again she saw that 
Carol was licking her boy's prick and he was enjoying that, too. Her whole 
midsection felt like it had been stretched out of shape and hurt and aroused 
beyond all reason. 

Carol moved in on her and she opened her legs so that the lovely brunette 
could feast in her crotch and she moved so that she could feast upon Carol's 
sweet young flesh. They shifted into a sixty-nine and Carol was on top and 
Lily realized that Carol always managed to be on top, somehow. Then she 
forget about everything as she began tasting Carol's flesh and the sweetness 
that it yielded and she gave herself up to the enjoyment of voluptuous 
appetites. Carol was making soft, snuffling sounds and an occasional whimper 
and she was making noises, too, but she forgot all about everything else in 
a moment or two as Carol's harsh suction began stimulating her sensitive 
meat and she could feel the juices being dragged from her deepest depths. It 
was a sweet, thickening feeling and she was able to enjoy it and intensify 
its fury and then, when relief came, she was able to begin all over again 
and enjoy a whole new world of differing and varying ecstasies. Carol was a 
sexual vampire, feeding upon the flesh that was distilling dew drops of 
purest nectar and even as this thought occurred to her, she realized that 
she was doing the very same thing. 

Carol finally stopped and she was sure that it was only because Carol's jaws 
ached from eating cunt. It had to be for that reason because her jaws ached, 
too. 

They lit cigarettes and became aware of the two boys sitting on their 
haunches, cocks hard and eager, eyes bright and alert to the possibilities 
for more fun and games. 

Carol said, "Look at those two. I swear they never quit. 

"I don't want them to quit," Lily said. "I want more and more out of them. 
Golly, I never get enough. I never do." 

Carol sighed. "I know. Why don't you let them both fuck you and then I will 
let them both fuck me, too." 

Lily grinned at Carol. She loved that idea. The two girls sat on the bed, 
handling a boy's cock, while they enjoyed a cigarette and then Lily was 
ready for the double entry session. She had grown to like that little trick 
and Carol knew it. 

One of the boys was on his back so Lily sat astride his hips. The boy's cock 
fitted right up inside of her and then she bent forward as she lowered on to 
the boy's belly. That left her other opening available and the other boy 
slipped his cock into that. Then, as the two boys began moving in her, Lily 
simply lost all control and she really flipped out. Her hips began shifting 
and squirming around and her whole being turned into a bright burning flame 
and she was able to throb and ache and seethe with sensations too glorious 
to describe or even analyze. The boys came in her and she never knew and she 
never cared. The blazing furies alive and glowing within her loins were 
simply too powerful to subside simply because others were subsiding. Lily 
was alive with weird and lovely sensations and she had no idea of what was 
taking place, where she was, or who she was. For a long time, she was a 
vegetable, glowing and burning with furious feelings of great bliss, and 
then she began to feel the gentler sensations of orgasm and awareness 
drifted back to her, in spite of the ebbing tide of sensuality and orgiastic 
splendors. 

She was not too surprised to find that Carol was eating her again. Carol 
could get turned on something fierce, just by watching somebody get fucked 
or sucked. Any kind of sexual activity got Carol into orbit and she was the 
kind who would have to do something about her needs. She had told Lily at 
one time, that when she got stirred up, she had to have attention or her 
brains went haywire and she was not able to function or do anything 
sensible. 

Lily liked the way Carol ate her. Carol's little tongue was always darting 
into the depths of her cunt and she seemed to know how and where to press on 
Lily's lower abdomen to push out the goodies that the boys had injected her 
with. Carol was a honey-eater from way back and she loved to stimulate the 
flesh and force it into adding to her hoard of nectars. Carol was expert and 
avid. 

Always. 

The boys watched Carol eating Lily and that got them both hard all over 
again. She was still hot and very much interested in having more fun and she 
told the boys to kneel, one on either side of her. Then, while Carol went 
on, sucking her sensitive flesh dry, she got both of the boys into her 
mouth. She had trouble fitting them in properly and her mouth was distended, 

but she was able to suck on the twin cocks and then her tongue began its 
expert work and in a very short time, she was flooded, but one boy came and 
filled her mouth and her throat and when she had finally devoured him, the 
other boy came, too, and she swallowed him, too. 

She was glad when she could get their cocks out of her mouth and as her lips 
resumed their usual shape she decided that she wasn't really that much 
impressed with sucking two at a time. One at a time would suffice for her. 

Carol's nimble tongue was doing quick, and marvelous things to her flesh and 
she could feel herself building up to a massive orgasm and Carol, knowing 
what she was achieving for Lily, kept on and on. The boys were close to her, 
each of them sucking one of her breasts and she had a cock in each hand. She 
began to hear the wild, keening sounds that she was making and she wished 
that she could build up to the big one with a certain ladylike grave and 
quiet, but she could not, and she knew, as they did, that when she finally 
began coming, she would whinny like a horse and keep right on making the 
wild, crazy sounds until her body achieved its purposes and her glands burst 
and spilled all over the place. 

She felt the rising tides of ecstasy beginning in her loins and her senses 
glowed and sparkled and then she began to make the shrill whinnying sounds 
and her whole being exploded. 

And, for her, that was the big one. 

The nicest one of all. 

 Chapter Eight 

The bright morning sunlight in her room snapped Norma awake with a sudden 
fearful conviction that she had forgotten to do something that was very 
important. For a moment she had no idea what she could have forgotten and 
then she recalled her nocturnal date with Adam Wright. 

She had slept right through the night and her dreams had been lurid, erotic 
and decidedly stimulating. She could feel the slipperiness between her legs 
even before she moved her thighs. She was sopping and that distressed her. 
It was bad enough that she should have such horrid dreams, but when a nice 
girl could have such dreams and react to them with all of the outward signs 
of an aroused sexuality, it was particularly awful. 

She got out of bed and when she checked the alarm clock she saw that it had 
gone off and she had slept right through it. That was very unusual for her. 
She was usually the type who woke just a few minutes before the alarm went 
off. But that had not happened this time. She had no idea why she should 
have slept right on past the alarm. 

She wondered if Adam Wright would be angry. If he would arrest her, too, 
along with the others. She didn't think that he would. 

While she was dressing she decided that she would have to make another trip 
to the library again. Somewhere along the way, she was sure, she would see 
Adam Wright. And, she would get the chance to explain things to him. And, of 
course, they would meet again in the carriage house that night and perhaps 
he would want to hold her and kiss her. She remembered the things that she 
had done with Adam Wright and she could feel all of her skin prickling and 
the sudden heat in her cheeks made her cringe. And then she was angry, 
furious with herself because she could not accept sex as something that two 
people could share and enjoy without shame or embarrassment. But, she 
couldn't do it that way. She had to blush and tremble and struggle against 
unknown forces and even as she surrendered, she faced the tacit suspicion 
that she had yearned to be forced or coerced into a sexual activity right 
along. 

She began to feel the creeping, crawling excitements, building within her 
and she decided that there would be an easy way to thwart such inclinations. 
She would step into the shower and by the time the water had drenched her 
and cleansed her, she would be able to breakfast with the others on an equal 
footing. 

They were all so calm, so self-assured and she thought sometimes that she 
hated them because they were so strong, so powerful. Lily was very much like 
them and becoming more so all the time. She would have to do something about 
Lily. Of course, she had pretty well made sure that Adam did not arrest 
Lily, along with the others, but she felt that there was more that she 
should do about Lily. Like get her interested in the good things of life. 
Lily was only interested in boys these days. And, that, of course, could be 
very dangerous for a thirteen-year-old girl with a body like Lily's. She had 
seen the way men looked at Lily. She had even known several moments of envy, 
too. 

She stretched and when she walked into the bathroom she was conscious of 
feelings that were very much out of place in her body. She was turned on 
sexually, somehow, and she hurried to get into the shower and get under the 
water so she wouldn't have to do that dreary business with the fingers, just 
so that she could think. 

She defeated her own purposes, actually, because the water was warm and when 
she soaped her body she naturally used the soap and the washcloth there, 
too, and just rubbing her supersensitive flesh there made her come and she 
stood, leaning against the slick walls, while the weakening orgasm swept 
through her and almost robbed her of the ability to stand. That was another 
thing. She was sure that the orgasms she experienced were much more 
strenuous than other people experienced. She was nearly wiped out completely 
every time she had a good orgasm. Of course, she was able to enjoy them and 
sometimes, like now, she would get so overcome with sensual and sexual 
urgings she just had to do something. 

She stood under the harsh cascade of water and as the stinging spray touched 
her breasts and her pubic region, she could feel a rising tide of sensual 
pleasure in her body and she knew that she was trembling, shaken anew by 
more stimulation. A sense of utter degradation came to her as she used her 
fingers to relieve herself again. She was becoming a voluptuary, a girl who 
could find great erotic bliss in horrid dreams and she was a real fake. She 
could find great sexual pleasures in the things that she would dream about, 
and she could do things with Adam Wright, but in her heart of hearts, or 
wherever cowards really lived, she was still the ice maiden and she would 
always be the ice maiden. That thought frightened her, somehow. 

She dressed carefully and when she went downstairs to breakfast she found 
the others already eating. Carol and Lily had done some marvelous things to 
eggs and bacon and there was lots of fresh coffee and she was sure that she 
was starving. 

She began with some coffee and Carol fixed eggs and bacon for her and she 
began eating, knowing that the others were looking at her, admiring her, and 
she was quietly glad that she had taken such pains with her makeup and her 
grooming. 

"I think I'd better go to the library again," she said. "There are some new 
reference books I think I'd better take out so I can pretty well 
authenticate some of these things." 

Lennie leaned back in the booth. He stretched his long arms up over his head 
and when he shook his head at her he was grinning. 

"No need for that now," he said, amiably. "We just about finished with what 
we got to do here. Me and the boys will load everything that is worth 
anything into the panel truck and we will take it out and sell it. We are 
just about ready to blow this place. We will call in a real estate agent and 
let him sell the place now." 

While she took a sip of coffee, Norma did some thinking. She wondered what 
sort of plans, if any, Lennie had for her and Lily. She decided that she 
would ask. 

Lennie had an answer ready for her. He sat back in the booth, a big smile on 
his face, a cigarette curling smoke between his fingers, and he seemed to be 
trying to be especially nice to her. Lily was sitting in the booth, only a 
few feet away and she was watching as Norma listened to Lennie. 

"Things have changed a bit for us, honey," Lennie said. "Like we figured 
that it would take weeks for you to make the inventory, but it only takes a 
few days, so we will pay you like for five weeks. That way, Carol and the 
boys and I can go our way and-you and Lily can move back into the guest 
house. But, a lot richer. It wont be a loss for you, anyway. We expected to 
stay here a lot longer but some things have come up and we want to move 
along." 

Lily sat up straight and her cute little breasts jutted out like little 
bullets. She smiled at Lennie and she seemed to be a bit saddened and 
subdued. 

"I'll miss all of you," Lily said. "I really will. Maybe you would want to 
take me along?" 

Lennie pushed his cup toward Carol who was pouring fresh coffee. He grinned 
at Lily's eagerness to go with him. 

"What would your sister think about such an idea?" Lennie said. 

Lily shrugged. "What is it to her? She isn't my mother. Only my sister. You 
know what I'm like and the things that I like to do. I would come in handy, 
you know that." 

"You sure would," Lennie said, "but no dice. You and your sister will make 
out just fine and everything will work out very nicely for both of you. You 
will be better off after we have gone on our way." 

No one said anything then for a while and when breakfast was finished, 
Lennie and the boys began loading the panel truck with everything that 
looked to be expensive. Norma watched them as they worked and she wondered 
why they were changing their plans, why there was suddenly a need for haste. 
She just didn't understand why they were moving out and she wondered if Adam 
would know what they were going to do. 

She and Carol cleaned up in the kitchen and Lily went with Lennie and the 
boys to dispose of the truckload of expensive treasures they were about to 
sell. 

"You girls find us some more goodies," Lennie said, just before he left he 
left the house. "Another day or two should finish us up here. So, you do the 
best you can to get the good stuff out." 

They went into the library and Carol began packing all of the expensive 
books into cartons that Lennie had brought the day before. There was a 
quality of ruthlessness in the way Carol handled the expensive books and 
that made Norma wince. She liked books and she hated watching Carol handle 
them so carelessly. 

"We'll go through the whole house," Carol said. "What's good or salable, 
we'll pack up. Lennie really wants to get away from here at fast as 
possible." 

Carol was sitting on the floor, her knees up under her chin and Norma was 
sitting nearby. Carol took a package of cigarettes from her skirt pocket and 
she got one lit, then she handed the pack to Norma. When she moved, Carol's 
legs fell apart and Norma saw the hairless pubis, the sticky pink lips of 
Carol's sexual organ and then she saw the little mole that she had seen in 
her erotic dreams. She suspected then, that her wild sexual phantasmagorias 
were not dreams, after all. 

Carol noticed that Norma was looking at her little cunt and she smiled, 
deliberately shifted her legs so that Norma could get a better look. The 
mole was there, exactly in the spot she had seen it in when she was sure 
that she was dreaming. Carol was watching her rather closely, apparently 
interested in her reaction to the sight of the naked crotch. 

"I hate to wear pants," Carol said. "They are always so restricting. Too, 
they always rub my crotch raw." 

Norma did not want to discuss Carol's liking for going around without 
underwear. She put the package of cigarettes down on the carpeting and she 
stood up, trembling, frightened and very much distressed by the thoughts 
that were going through her mind. She remembered the chair that turned into 
a couch when you pressed a hidden button and she remembered many things that 
had been well hidden, or at least, dormant, in her mind. 

Carol was watching her, and she could tell that the brunette was aware of 
her agitation. Carol smiled at her and she puffed on her cigarette a moment 
later and then blew the smoke toward the ceiling. 

"You look upset, dear," Carol said. "What's the matter?" 

Norma was too worked up to dissemble. "I have been having some awful dreams 
since I moved into this house," Norma said. "At least, I thought that they 
were dreams, but now I'm not so sure." 

Carol nodded her head understandingly. "It's that damned wine," she said. 
"It does the same thing to me. The things that happen to me in my dreams are 
horrible. Absolutely awful. I know exactly what you are talking about." 

Norma went behind the big polished desk. She sat down in the black leather 
chair. She was trying to sort things out in her mind and she was not doing 
it very sensibly. 

"I don't like mentioning such extremely personal things," Norma said, 
delicately, "but I couldn't help seeing your private area just now. And I 
noticed that you have a mole just above your uh, well, you know what I mean. 
I saw that same mole in my wild dreams. And, I saw that you were shaved down 
there, too. It was all in my dreams, just like it actually is. That is what 
has got me worried." 

Carol laughed at her. "You have seen my crotch a dozen times, at least," 
Carol said. "I never wear pants when we are alone in the house anyway, and 
while we have been working, you have seen everything often. You probably 
just didn't pay an attention to it, that's all. After all, we are both 
girls. I've never paid any attention to you or the way you are made, but 
I'll bet that I have seen your privates often, too. So don't let it worry 
you." 

Norma smiled and she nodded. When Carol explained it that way, it did seem 
reasonable. She remembered that the brunette was always sitting around with 
her legs apart and she must have looked without realizing what she was 
doing. 

She put her cigarette out in the ornate ashtray on the desk and she was 
prepared to go through the rest of the house with Carol when the front door 
bell rang. 

It was an unexpected sound and it startled both of them. Carol stood up, she 
shook her skirt into neatness and then she grinned at Norma. 

"I'll go. It's probably a salesman." 

Carol went off and Norma sat behind the desk, trying to decide about things. 
Carol's explanation was so glib, so specious, and she suspected that she 
wanted to accept it, and when she actually thought about it all in the broad 
light of day, Carol's explanation made sense. She shrugged and decided to 
try to forget it. 

She lit another cigarette and stood, wondering just where Carol would want 
to begin plundering the rest of the house. 

Carol came back into the library and she had an odd look on her face. 

"He wants to see you," Carol said. "It's the truant officer chasing Lily. He 
wants to know why she hasn't been in school lately." 

She stared at Carol, not comprehending this new development. The school 
authorities had no interest in Lily, or if they did, they had no idea where 
she might be at the moment. She went off to see the truant officer and she 
was not at all surprised to find Adam Wright standing at the front door. He 
winked at her and he smiled. 

"Your little sister is a runaway," he said. "The school authorities asked me 
to locate her and get her back into school." 

He spoke very loudly, for the benefit of any who might be listening. Then he 
spoke to Norma in a tone that was almost a whisper. 

"I love the way you keep dates," he said. "I waited for most of the night." 

Norma leaned forward as he did, too, and then she kissed him quickly, almost 
chastely. 

"I slept right through," she said. "I think they gave me something to keep 
me asleep. I don't know why." 

Loudly, she said, "My sister has been ill, but she will be in school again 
within a week. Will that be satisfactory?" 

He grinned at her and while he spoke loudly to her, he reached out and 
cupped her lush breasts in his palms. She gasped in surprise and then she 
moaned with pleasure, and her whole being became involved in a sudden 
sensuality. He squeezed the firm, young flesh in his fingers and when she 
shivered and whimpered, he let her go. 

"You make sure that you get that kid back into school right away," he said, 
loudly. Whispering, he said, "Meet me tonight, same time, same place. Don't 
let them give you anything, you hear?" 

She nodded and she was shocked to discover that there were tears on her 
cheeks. Seeing Adam again had affected her and stirred her deeply, and the 
feel of his hands on her sensitive breasts had been exceptionally 
stimulating, too. She wanted him to take her into his arms and hold her 
against him, but that was impossible. 

She heard Carol's footsteps and she stepped back so that she could close the 
door. Adam Wright winked again and then he left the porch. 

Carol moved up to stand beside her as they watched him get into his car and 
drive away. 

"How the hell did he get in here?" Carol said. "It isn't that easy, you 
know." 

"Lennie and the others must have left the gates unlocked," Norma said. 
"Maybe they are getting careless now." 

Carol nodded but she didn't really believe it. She waited for Norma to close 
and lock the front door, then they walked back to the library. Norma felt 
that some sort of explanation was in order so she told Carol that the school 
authorities traced Lily and her through her previous employers and now they 
were insisting that she send Lily to school. 

"I guess I'll have to make her go," Norma said. "Lily hates school and I 
know just how she feels." 

They went on a tour of the house and there were treasures in every room. It 
was a big house and Norma wondered how the owners would ever get everything 
back in order again. It seemed like a tremendous task, and not at all like 
the business of plundering. 

Carol insisted that they should pack all of the silverware and anything else 
of value that they could find. She said that Lennie would sell off 
everything in sight for low prices just so that they could get underway 
again. 

"Lennie gets antsy when he can't move around," Carol explained. "That's why 
we finally decided that we would pack up and get. So, now we will put 
everything in cartons and Lennie and the kids will peddle it in a hurry." 

Norma didn't say anything. She worked along with Carol and they packed many 
cartons and left them in the rooms they were packed in. The boys and Lennie 
would find them and load them into the truck. And that would be the end of 
that. 

The day went quickly for Norma, probably because she was busy all the while. 
When it was time to begin fixing dinner, she helped with that, too, and when 
Carol offered her some wine, while they were fixing dinner, she refused. 
Carol didn't insist and the two of them worked together very comfortably. In 
a way, she liked Carol and she wished that she was not a thief. She would 
hate to be the one to send Carol off to jail but there was no other way to 
do things. Carol was a crook and that was all that there was to that. 

She sat at the kitchen table with the others, later, and while they ate and 
talked of the money that had been taken in and the humorous events of the 
day, Norma watched all of them, imagining them in prison. She could imagine 
how it would be for Lennie. He would sort of take to prison life and make 
out just fine. The boys would probably be sent to a farm where they could be 
rehabilitated and taught a trade. Carol would go into a girls' reformatory 
and she, too, would be taught a trade or something to do what would be 
honest. 

Carol reported the truant officer's visit and Lily had some unkind things to 
say about truant officers, school, in general, and how the hell did he get 
in? 

"Nobody bothered to lock the gates after we went out this morning," 

Lennie said. "Who figured on truant officers?" 

When they were lingering over coffee and cigarettes, Lennie wanted to know 
what they had accomplished during the day and Carol gave him an inventory. 
Lennie and the boys decided that they would begin loading the truck after 
dinner and they would be ready then to get an early start in the morning. 

Norma volunteered to clean things up in the kitchen and Carol went along 
with Lennie, the boys and Lily. She wished that she could tell Lily about 
what was going to happen to Lennie and the others but she did not dare. The 
way she felt about Lennie and the twins and Carol, Lily would tell them and 
give the whole show away. 

She couldn't wait for the time to pass so that she could pretend to go to 
bed and then sneak out of the house and walk to the carriage house and find 
Adam Wright waiting there for her. 

The others worked steadily, loading the cartons that she and Carol had 
packed into the truck and when they were finally finished, it was well after 
ten o'clock and everyone was exhausted. When the general move toward the 
upstairs bedrooms took place, Norma was almost as tired as everyone else. 

She was afraid to go to sleep and trust the alarm clock again. Instead, once 
she reached her bedroom, she took a shower and freshened up and then she sat 
down and waited for the others to settle down, too. 

She waited until it was after one o'clock in the morning and she was sure 
that everyone else was sound asleep. When she was walking in the night, she 
stopped and turned and looked back at her little sister's windows and there 
was no light. Lily was sound asleep, exhausted and worn out from the hard 
work that they had all had to do in order to accomplish Lennie's purposes. 

Adam was waiting for her and she walked right into his arms and as soon as 
his mouth found her lips, the trembling began and she wept. He held her and 
she could feel the way his heart was pounding and her own was racing just as 
wildly. She shivered as his lips moved across her own and then he moved, 
somehow, so that her back was against the wall of the building and then he 
was putting his hands on her breasts and even through the fabric of her 
blouse, the nerve endings reacted to his touch and she could feel the rising 
fever in her loins. For a moment she was filled with a touch of outrage, 
desolate because of the quick and eager responses he could arouse in her. 
That was not the way she was supposed to be and that he could turn her on so 
completely annoyed her. 

And then the sense of outrage was gone and she stopped thinking and she 
could feel her brain turning into oatmeal and her legs turned into weak and 
useless stalks and when he put his hand under her skirt and she felt his 
fingertips sliding inside the rim of her panties, a sob escaped her and she 
shivered, anticipating the touch of his fingers in her innermost slit. When 
it actually happened, she clung to him, whimpering softly, weeping openly 
and as his fat finger slipped up inside of her she drenched it with the 
fruits of an exceptionally wet orgasm. 

He began moving his finger in and out in her tight little sheath and the 
raw, blazing sensations that sizzled in her flesh drove her frantic and he 
seemed to know what he was doing to her. His mouth was kissing her lips 
constantly and his finger was sliding in and out and her orgasms were 
growing in intensity and he was shaking as violently as she was. 

"I can't stop," he whispered, finally. "I want to stop, and get us inside, 
at least, but I want so much from you. I just can't seem to stop." 

A frantic, fleeting thought raced through her disorganized brain and she was 
going to reach down and push his hand away and withdraw his finger from its 
inflamed nest in the process but she couldn't do anything like that. She 
could only stand weakly, pinned against the building, shaking and wriggling 
and coming with a never ending frenzy that finally forced her into a massive 
orgasm that robbed her of all strengths and she slid down to the cement 
walk. He went along with her, still holding on to her, still kissing her 
with undiminished ardor. 

And because it was all so splendid, so long overdue, she wept and responded 
to his lovemaking with a new freedom. His hands did terrible things to her 
clothes and she was naked and not naked, really, because she was still 
wearing her clothing but he had displaced it completely and her hips and 
bottom, sexual parts and breasts were bared, and he was using his mouth on 
them while his hands forced her legs apart and then he was sliding his stiff 
cock into her and she was moaning and groaning as ecstasy began and crested 
swiftly, too swiftly. She could feel every nerve and muscle and particle of 
her being throbbing and bursting with a new and special type of eagerness 
and when orgasm came it was too intense and she fainted, for a second and 
then her body was throbbing and screaming with exaggerated ecstasies and she 
finally began a series of sexual convulsions that eased most of the torments 
within her. She could feel him inside her body and it was a good feeling, a 
wonderful feeling and even as orgasm followed orgasm and pleasures followed 
sensual pleasures, her mind told her, in a lucid moment, that she was very 
possibly freed, no longer imprisoned in a chrysalis of frigidity and frost. 

She was writhing and gasping as her heels dug into his back and she could 
feel the hot, splashing warmth of his sap spattering her intimate parts and 
she stifled a tiny scream of purest delight as his spurting juices triggered 
her own responses and she came with a furious spasm of pure erotic glee. 

The brand new passions seething in her did not abate much, even after she 
and Adam clung together on the sidewalk, nearly naked, their bodies and 
glands quaking with fierce and savage reactions to erotic zeal. She wondered 
why it wasn't all over, why the pangs and anguishes of her newly-born 
sexuality still lingered. Her whole being felt like the repository of a 
great surging tide that could only recede for a time and then would rise and 
threaten and demand and the savage needs and inclinations would have to be 
dealt with all over again. And that seemed to be the very nicest part of it 
all. 

"I love you," Adam said. 

"I love you, too," she said. 

They kissed, locked in a quick, taut embrace and then they began to shudder 
and shake again and his hands found her breasts and her hands found his 
immense throbbing prong and she thrilled to the touch of his cock. She 
wanted to do something very daring, she wanted to test her new discovered 
boldness and she wanted to taste him. She bent her head downwards and then 
she was kissing his organ touching its tip with her wet little tongue, and 
she was using her lips to suck at the very tiny opening in his organ and 
then she was tasting him and her body began to squirm in a weird sort of 
ecstasy and she wanted more of him. Always more. 

She knew that he was writhing and squirming around and she was filled with a 
sense of wonder that she could do such things and then she was filled with a 
new lust and she was an animal and she slid her mouth down over his cock and 
her tongue began its assault upon his flesh and she was sucking him wildly, 
and she knew that he had one hand between her legs, thrilling her there and 
his other hand was fondling one of her breasts and as he teased the sweet 
flesh of her nipple she wished fervently that he could have been an octopus 
with at least eight hands to caress her all over. 

He came then and she tasted him and swallowed him and she knew that it was 
only prelude, that there would be more for them, much more. When he finally 
pushed her head upwards, she let his organ slide out of her mouth 
reluctantly. He hugged her to him and then he kissed her and they were 
shivering in the sudden chill of the night air. 

"We'd better get out of here," he said. "We can go inside." 

He stood up and then he reached down to help her get up onto her feet. He 
got the door of the place opened and they went inside. Their eyes were 
accustomed to the darkness and they moved about in the gray world inside the 
building with great confidence, and as soon as they found a place to sit 
down, they turned again into each other's arms. 

He lit cigarettes and gave one to her. She took it and her heart was still 
pounding and she was as shaky,, as could be. He was too and she could feel 
the way he was when she kissed him. "Doesn't it ever stop?" she whispered. 
"Not if we're lucky," he said. 

She kissed his lips and he held her tightly and his hands were caressing the 
back of her head and she had to tell him about the way she felt about 
things. 

"I like the way you taste," she whispered shyly. 

"I'm glad," he said. "I want to taste you, too.., "I know," she said. 

"There's carpeting on the floor. We can do it later." 

He would not wait for later. He slid off of the thing that they were sitting 
on and she opened her legs for him so that he could put his mouth between 
her thighs. She began panting and moaning as soon as she felt his tongue 
licking at the wetness on her inner thighs. Then he was using his tongue to 
separate the delicate little petals of girl flesh and she knew that he was 
licking at her, savoring the sweetness of her sap, and then his tongue slid 
up inside her and she gasped with brand new ecstasy and she began shifting 
her bottom, too excited to contain herself. She was coming with great 
shuddering orgasms and he seemed to be forcing her to feed him more and more 
of her own very special nectars. She slid to the floor and he shifted too, 
and then they _ were locked into the frenzied sixtynine, their mouths 
draining their loins of all strengths and she became a shivering, twitching 
animal, spilling her juices in great shuddering bursts of passion and times 
of excruciating pleasures. 

She became expert with his genitals, too. Her ringers fondled his balls and 
she learned, instinctively, perhaps, that she could do things with her 
fingertips and her nails that would force his balls into frenzied excitement 
and she could suck more and more of his honey from him. She was a vampire 
bee, feasting shamelessly upon the male's nectars and she discovered too 
that she was giving him head, moving her mouth up and down on his shaft. Her 
tongue was busy, her skill improving with each passing moment. She could 
hear him groaning and she knew that his time of greatest pleasure was close 
at hand. 

She could feel the throbbing * in his swollen organ and her fingers began 
jerking him off, too. She wrapped them around the base of his cock while her 
mouth tried to absorb as much of him as possible. And then he was about to 
erupt and she knew it and her own shuddering orgasm began. He came when she 
did, flooding her throat and her mouth and she swallowed hastily, savoring 
him, using her tongue and fierce suction to try to secure more and more of 
his juice. She was insatiable, an incurable sexpot, and she just didn't 
care. 

She had discovered ecstasy and she intended to enjoy it. 

She intended to wallow in it. 

 Chapter Nine 

Norma was bright and alert at the breakfast table and that surprised her 
because she had not really slept much. She and Adam spent most of the night 
in the carriage house, clutching each other frantically, feasting upon the 
juices of each other's body and still it was not nearly enough. 

In spite of the heavy drain that she had put on his loins, he had managed to 
fuck her three times and thinking about it all, she couldn't quite make up 
her mind as to what she liked best, whether she liked being fucked best, or 
whether she could enjoy sucking and being sucked. It was all very nice and 
wonderful and she was like a child with a new discovery, she knew, but she 
didn't care. 

Sex, the awful bugaboo of her life, was now the most beautiful thing in the 
world for her. Of course, it had to be with Adam, but it was something that 
she could enjoy now, something that she could glory in. She watched Carol 
serving food to the others in the morning lit kitchen and her face was hot 
as she recalled the fierce and ardent lovemaking she had enjoyed with Adam. 

They had talked for a while and she had reported about Lennie's new desire 
to get everything sold and get away and there was a good reason for Lennie's 
change of plans, or haste for a quick departure. 

"The people who own the house are coming home in a few days," Adam told her. 
"There was a piece in the papers about it. Lennie must have seen it. That's 
why he wants to pull out." 

"Oh," she said. "I knew there had to be a reason." 

Adam told her that the case was pretty well closed. 

"We will let him dispose of some more stuff," he said. "But, he is wasting 
.his time, because he sells it to the dealers and they just turn it over to 
us, we store it in a warehouse and that's the way it is going." 

"Why haven't you arrested him by now? And who will pay back the dealers?" 
she asked. They were taking time out with cigarettes and recovering glands 
and she knew that there were many things that she didn't quite comprehend 
and she wanted now to know about things. 

"The police of another city want Lennie and his whole little group," Adam 
explained. "We are waiting for them. They should get here within a day or 
two. Then we will pick them all up and while they are being prosecuted in 
the other city, we will prepare our case here. But, we may never get at 
Lennie. The police that are coming here want him for murder." 

That frightened her. Adam told her about that, too, and looking at Lennie at 
the breakfast table, seeing the meanness in his eyes, she could believe him 
guilty of killing a young girl after he got her hooked on narcotics. 

"There isn't anything that Lennie won't do," Adam said. "We think he is 
probably a psychopath, so you be careful around him. " 

"I will," Norma said. "But, please, get it over with as soon as you can." 

"You know I will," he said. "You know how badly I want you. I can't wait to 
have you all to myself." 

"What do we do about Lily?" she asked. 

"She can live with us," he said. "She is such a pretty little thing. She 
will be a delight to have around. You'll see." 

They had stopped talking then and she slid into his arms and it began all 
over again for them and she got fucked before that burst of passion subsided 
for them. 

Carol poured her some more coffee and she sat down in her chair and began 
eating her own breakfast. Norma watched Carol as she ate. She lit a 
cigarette and settled back in her seat. Lennie was finished and the boys and 
Lily were about ready to leave with him, too. Lennie stretched and he locked 
his big hands together and stretched them, too. 

"We should finish up early," he said to Carol. "We will just deliver this 
stuff, grab whatever we can for it and then come home again. We will have 
the whole day to ourselves. What shall we do with it?" 

Lily helped herself to one of Norma's cigarettes. She saw that her little 
sister was wearing an off the shoulder blouse with no bra and she deplored 
Lily's lack of modesty for a moment, then she envied it. Lily's plump, sharp 
breasts were standing straight out and she could actually see the outline of 
each little nipple. 

"Let's take pictures," Lilly said. "I love it when we take pictures." 

"I sort of like it, too," Lennie said, grinning. He looked at Carol and 
shook his head. "No," he said to Carol, "don't do it. I'm tired of zombies. 
When we get back you should have everything well underway. Who knows, maybe 
we won't even bother with the camera. How would that suit you, Lily?" 

Her little blonde sister snickered. "I'd like that even better," Lily said. 
"I think I would love that." 

Norma was not able to completely understand what they were talking about and 
she resolved that she would ask Carol about it after the other had gone. She 
didn't get the chance to ask Carol anything because she had to help Carol in 
the kitchen and when they had cleaned everything up there, Carol told her to 
come upstairs and help with the beds. They worked for a time, making up the 
beds and she saw that Carol kept on looking at her again and again and it 
made her nervous. 

They entered the master bedroom finally, and the bedclothes were on the 
floor. The mattress was covered with taut, fitted sheets and when she bent 
over to pick up the bedding, Carol told her not to bother. 

"I've got other things in mind for right now," the lovely brunette said. 

Carol turned and went over to a bureau. She opened a drawer and then she 
faced Norma and there was a small hand gun in her fist. Carol was wearing a 
funny little smile on her face and she seemed to enjoy the startled look on 
Norma's face. 

"I suppose that there are probably many subtle ways of doing this," Carol 
said, "but I don't really have the time or the patience. I want you and 
Lennie wants you so we will begin to get you ready for your star 
performance. Take your clothes off, Norma." 

She was too stunned to obey and Carol took a step closer to her. The 
brunette slapped her in the face hard and she almost fell. She was 
frightened and cowed by the look of cold anger in Carol's face and eyes. 
Carol slapped her again and she could feel the pain in each cheek. 

"I won't tell you again," Carol said. "If you do not obey me instantly, I 
will shoot a hole through your cheek. It won't kill you, but you won't ever 
be pretty again. Now, you move. And, if you try to give us a really good 
time, I will make Lennie let you and Lily live after it is all over. He 
usually kills them, you know, saves time and trouble. But, you try to make 
it good for us and I will do my best with Lennie. Now, hurry up and get 
undressed," 

Norma realized that she was shaking as she began unbuttoning her blouse. 
Carol was eating her up alive with her eyes and she knew then that Carol was 
eager to get at her, to force the details of lesbian lovemaking upon her. 
The tears were squeezing out and sliding down her cheeks and Carol noticed. 
She smiled. 

"That's good," she said. "I like it when they Cry." 

Carol sat down on the edge of the big four poster bed and she watched as 
Norma got out of her clothes. When she was naked, Carol's beautiful eyes 
glowed with desire. She stood and moved close to Norma. She put the gun down 
and her fingers reached out to clasp the tiny, blushing nipples, to cup the 
sweet, young breasts in her warm palm. Norma sobbed and her body began to 
shake and she was devastated by the realization that she was reacting 
erotically to Carol's touch. 

The brunette knew and she just smiled. She felt Carol's fingertips between 
the slippery lips of her sexual organs and then Carol moaned and she felt 
the girl's palms on her buttocks as the brunette slid to her knees, the gun 
forgotten, the sight of sweet young flesh the greater lure at the moment. 

She was too weak to stand, and she sat down on the edge of the bed and 
Carol's mouth glued itself to her sensitive flesh and then she was 
responding with feverish haste. She came in Carol's mouth and she realized 
that she was shameless, unable to control her own passions. 

Carol was fully dressed and she wished that she was not. Suddenly she ached 
with the urge to taste Carol's sweet juices and that sensation overwhelmed 
her. Carol must have known what she felt because she stopped for a moment 
and then she was on the bed with Norma and Carol flipped her skirt up and 
she was naked, the hairless crotch wet and sloppy from excessive discharges 
of Carol's sexual nectars. Carol sat on her face and Norma began licking the 
thighs, sucking the slit and using her tongue and her hands to induce more 
and more of Carol's sap from its source. 

Frenzy built and one orgasm followed upon the heels of another and it seemed 
to her that she and Carol spent hours in a wild and glorious sixty-nine. She 
thought of Adam, finally, but only when she and Carol were resting. She 
tried to decide about Adam and she could think of nothing. She was on fire 
with sexual urgings and when Carol smiled at her, and then kissed her, she 
was sure that she loved the glowing, beautiful young brunette. 

Carol offered her cigarettes and she sat up while they smoked. 

"You come into the bathroom with me," Carol said. "I have to get rid of that 
cunt hair. Lennie don't like hair on cunts. He likes to eat his girls and 
the hair tickles his nose or something. You come along now." 

She was obedient and when Carol smeared the lotion all over her crotch she 
didn't care. She thought it might be nice to get rid of the pubic hair, but 
she was in no shape to ponder it. She sat down on the toilet while they 
waited for the depilatory to do its work and Carol suggested that she 
relieve herself and get ready for a long time of sustained and extended 
ecstasy. 

"We are going to have an orgy," Carol said. "That's what Lennie has got in 
mind. He likes orgies. And, so does your little sister. That little 
bombshell is a really wild one. She loves to suck the boys off, one after 
the other. She loves to suck cunt, too. When we had the boys fuck you, she 
enjoyed eating you right afterwards. That little Lily is really something, 
believe me." 

She sat on the toilet, her groin a place of pure fire and excitement and she 
began remembering the dreams, the horrid indignities, the way she had been 
used and abused in the dreams and she knew for sure, now, that they hadn't 
been dreams after all. 

Carol watched her, knowing that she was beginning to realize what had 
actually taken place. 

"That's right, honey," Carol said. "It was the stuff we gave you in the 
wine, or in your food. Lennie picked it up-in Mexico and it sure does work 
slick. Which you know, of course. Lennie got some beautiful stuff on film 
and we have now got lots of great pictures to peddle all over the place. 
But, don't worry, we will have a wonderful time today. Lennie will fuck you 
silly, and the boys will fuck you, too, and your little sister will suck 
your cunt till it feels like dust down there. Lennie wants to fuck you up 
the ass and you love that. Did you know you like it in the ass?" 

Astonished by the things that Carol was saying, Norma just. shook her head. 
It was all too much for her to deal with at the moment and Carol seemed to 
know a moment of pity for her. 

"Would you like me to give you some of the stuff that Lennie has, dearie?" 
Carol asked. "It will kind of help you through what you have got to face. 
You know what it does. Want some?" 

Norma shook her head. She didn't want any sort of dope, or drugs. She stood 
up and let Carol lead her into the shower and she let the warm water drench 
her while she stood in the tiled stall by herself. A moment or two later 
Carol, naked now, stepped into the shower with her. Carol began soaping her 
body and she began to react to the girl's touch in a way that made her feel 
a touch of shame. She was no longer the ice maiden, but she had now gone to 
the other extreme and she was becoming a sexpot, eagerly reacting with 
erotic bliss to the slightest touch upon her person. 

Carol used the washcloth in her crotch and she was suddenly bald there and 
as Carol's fingers trailed caressingly across the denuded area she shivered 
with a new thrill and then she came and Carol pulled her into an embrace and 
she could feel Carol's fingers in her slit and her whole being throbbed and 
rippled with sexual excitements. 

"I will wash you off and then I want to suck you some more," Carol said. 
"So, let us hurry before the others get here. I want you all to myself for a 
while." 

She moved then in a stupor but it was not the dreamlike daze that she had 
experienced in the past. She was just turned on so thoroughly she was not 
really able to function properly and she simply obeyed Carol. They wound up 
on the bed and she writhed and twisted in anguished ecstasy for what seemed 
like hours. Carol's saddle was often in her mouth and she feasted upon the 
girl's sweetness with an unashamed ardor. 

She lost track of things for a long time and her whole being was on fire 
with a brand new type of fury. At one point she knew what others were with 
them, she was reasonably alert when one of the boys fucked Carol who was on 
top of her at the moment, and she feasted upon Carol's flesh with renewed 
eagerness. She was alert when Lennie sat back, legs apart and patted her 
shining head as she suck his cock into bursting splendor. The boys had to be 
sucked off too and she realized that Lily was stark naked and eagerly 
enjoying all sorts of sexual activity. 

It made her feel bad to have to accept the knowledge that Lily was utterly 
depraved. She was, too, she knew, but during the time of greatest sexual 
thrills and multiple orgasms, she thought little about anything. She knew, 
instinctively that Lily's body was glorious, she watched the twins fuck her 
little sister under Lennie's directions and when she was told to eat her 
sister so that they could watch and enjoy her pleasures, she did it. Lily 
kept patting her head and smiling at her as she knelt between the lovely 
white thighs and devoured the honey that filled Lily's little honeypot to 
overflowing. 

She was on her hands and knees on the bed at one point and Lennie had his 
cock up inside her and she was sucking one of the boys off while Lennie 
fucked her slowly. Carol and Lily were having a time and it was Lily's 
suggestion that sent the other boy around to her exposed bottom and then she 
was being fucked in both places and the sexual sensations of erotic ecstasy 
were just too much for her. She lost all control and she began coming like a 
machine, her whole being filled with great bliss and pure joy. 

It went on and one and the longer she remained involved with sexuality and 
its various ramifications, the more pleasure she was able to experience. 

They tried everything and anything and it was all pure joy and kicks and no 
matter what she was asked to do, she did it. Lennie talked about pictures 
and cameras yet they never got around to that. The twins fucked her and Lily 
and then Lennie insisted that they eat each other and Lily settled her 
little cunt into her mouth and she began sucking Norma, too, and it all went 
very well. She thrilled to Lily's touch and taste and she was disappointed 
when it was finally over. 

Lennie was the one to call a halt. He was hungry and he decided that they 
would all get dressed up and then the girls would fix a nice meal for them 
and they would eat in dining room elegance for a change. 

"You figure this meal is going to last us for the rest of the day," Lennie 
said. "I got lots of ideas I want to try out and I figure that after we eat, 
we can set up the cameras or the lights and we can get some real good 
pictures. Now, you gals hurry along and fix us a good dinner. Me and the 
boys will see about what we got to do. Now, let's all do our business and 
hurry." 

Lily grinned at her as she handed her her bra. She sat on the bed and 
watched as Norma got dressed. Lily was wearing a shift and when she got off 
of the bed she wriggled herself into it. Carol was more sedate. She had been 
wearing a skirt and blouse and she put them on. Norma felt a wave of shame 
and embarrassment sweep through her as she looked at Lily. 

The little blonde moved close to her and then Lily hugged her. She found 
Norma's mouth and she gave her a sweet kiss. 

"I'm so glad you are my sister," Lily said, softly. "I like you the way you 
are now." 

Norma smiled sadly, thinly. "I'm not sure that I do," she said. 

Lily giggled. "It will grow on you," she said. "After all, we did have a 
great deal of fun and you had as much as anybody. 

The boys went off with Lennie and Norma went with Carol and Lily to the 
kitchen. They worked for a long time and then she and Lily set the dinner 
table with what was left of the kitchen silverware. The dishes were 
sparkling clean from the dishwasher and they were doing their best to set 
the table for a formal dinner. 

They never did get to enjoy it, fully. Lennie and the rest of them were 
still eating the meat course when Adam Wright and an endless parade of 
uniformed policemen poured into the house. 

The front door burst in upon them first, and then the police moved in. There 
were drawn guns all over the place and two well dressed detectives made the 
formal arrest. 

They were all still seated at the dinner table when the two men stepped up 
and one of them put his hand on Lennie's shoulder. 

"Lennie Burke," he said, formally, "I hereby place you under arrest for the 
murder of Diane Warren, in another city. You will please come with us." 

The others were placed under arrest, too, but Norma was not altogether sure 
just what they were being charged with. Adam Wright smiled at her and he 
told the officers that she and Lily were to remain. 

"These girls are with me," he said. "They helped me to crack this case and I 
will guarantee their appearance, if their testimony can't be taken by 
deposition. So, I will take over the responsibility of looking after these 
two." 

There was great confusion and it bothered Norma to see Carol and the boys 
being taken away in handcuffs. She had developed a very genuine affection 
for Carol and the boys were very nice but there was nothing that she could 
do about anything. 

When they were alone and everyone else had gone, Adam sat down at the 
kitchen table and Norma poured him some coffee. She was very close to tears, 
knowing that she would have to tell Adam how she had spent most of the day. 
She noticed that Adam was eyeing Lily and her little sister was eyeing Adam, 
too. Lily was wearing her no bra shift and Norma was annoyed when Lily 
poured Adam some coffee and she knew that Lily was deliberately bending over 
so that Adam could look down her blouse and see her glorious breasts. He was 
doing it, too. 

He stood up and then he pulled Norma into his arms and when he kissed her, 
she burst into tears. He stepped back and stared at her, amazed, and not at 
all comprehending. 

Lily sat down and she watched. She was surprised to find that Adam knew her 
sister, even more surprised to learn that they were in love with each other. 
Lily sat back and watched them and she listened with a funny little smile on 
her face. 

"You won't want me now, Adam, dear," Norma said. She was quick to get it all 
said. "Lennie and the boys and all of us were having a sex orgy all day just 
before we got dressed for dinner. Lennie even has pictures hidden here 
somewhere." 

"We'll look and find them," Adam said. "We will save them for our own use. I 
like orgies." 

Norma stood and her eyes were wide with amazement as she listened to him. He 
didn't seem to care much one way or the other. 

"We are going to get married," Adam said. "Wasn't it your idea for your 
little sister to live with us? I think that I would like that. I would like 
that very much." 

Lily giggled. "Norma would, too," she said. 

"We have gotten to be very close in the last few hours." 

"I couldn't," Norma said, appalled. "I couldn't live like that. I just 
couldn't." 

Lily giggled again. 

"She was doing all right this morning," she said. "Norma is a slow starter. 
Maybe it will take both of us to warm her up." 

Adam smiled at Lily. He told her that he liked her, and he would like having 
her around. 

"You have no idea," Lily said. "We have got lots of time right now. Why 
don't we see what we can do to help Norma?" 

Adam nodded gravely. He kissed Norma's full, wet mouth and he was looking at 
Lily, his eyes almost popping as she got out of her shift and he could see 
her smooth pubis and the bewitching little petals of pink meat between her 
legs. He slipped his hand up Norma's dress and as soon as he touched her 
sexual flesh, she came. 

"We can have such a nice life together, darling," Adam said. "Your little 
sister can be such a big help to us. Now, come on into the bedroom. I am 
going to fuck both of you. After that, we should be able to live a nice, 
comfortable life together." 

"Friendly-like," Lily said. She was using her fingers to masturbate herself 
to orgasm, enjoying Adam's gaze upon her beautiful body. She shivered and 
then she moved close so that she could open Adam's fly and reach inside to 
clasp his erection in her hand. 

Somehow, they managed to lead Norma into the bedroom and Lily helped him to 
undress Norma. Then they undressed him and he began making ardent and 
excited love to Norma but he was not able to get his cock into her. Lily was 
beneath them and she had Adam's cock in her mouth and she was devouring him 
even as Norma ached to feel him inside of her. She resented her little 
sister for a moment and then she felt Adam's mouth glued to her sexual flesh 
and his hands were playing with her breasts while he ate her. A moment 
later, Lily settled her hot little honey pot into her mouth and she gave 
herself up to the conviction that having a little sister could be very 
wonderful and a life such as she faced could be very grand and happy, too. 

For her, she knew, life could be beautiful. For always. 


End
