The Greedy Young Swappers
by O. R. Bassett


Chapter One 

As she drove the brand-new convertible through the big gates, Linda Carter 
knew that she should be very happy. But the feeling of restlessness and 
excitement that had been alive in her gorgeous body for some time now was 
throbbing and racing in her being and she could not imagine what was wrong. 

She and Bruce had been married for a year. She adored her handsome young 
husband, and she loved being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter III, but even 
that was not enough anymore. Something was missing and she had to find out 
what it was. 

She pulled up and parked the new car in front of the garages. She was glad 
that she would not have to listen to all of the good wishes that servants 
would ordinarily force upon her just because she had a new car. She had told 
Bruce early in their marriage that she wanted to do her own work and run her 
own house and Bruce had not argued with her. He never argued with her. 
Whatever she wanted to do was fine with Bruce. 

It was a lazy spring morning and she wished that Bruce could be at home with 
her for the day, but he had taken the Cessna upstate and he would be busy 
for most of the day. And when he got home they would shower and change and 
dine in town and then go looking for something interesting to do. 

For some reason, she remembered the morning that she had picked up the 
hitchhiker and just thinking about that made her skin prickle and she could 
feel a warmth and inner excitement building up in her loins and that 
delighted her. 

She went into the big, tastefully furnished house that Bruce had inherited 
from his folks and as she paused for a moment, gazing around her, admiring 
the beauty of her expensive furnishings, she felt the hot, trickling 
sensations between her legs and she knew that she had progressed too far. 
She would have to do something about the burning, seething passions that 
were alive and bursting in her body now. 

For some reason, she was changing. She turned on so easily now, and often 
had to do something drastic about her blazing loins and fulminating crotch. 
But, she had now reached the point where she could enjoy what she had to do. 
Masturbation had no fears for her anymore; she simply used the long, slender 
vibrator where it would do the most good and spent hours at that sort of 
thing. 

She was nineteen now and Bruce was twenty-three. She was sure that their sex 
life was dull, unimaginative, and decidedly unsatisfactory. 

They had been married for about six months and Bruce had been off on one of 
his frequent trips. She had gone into town to do some shopping and on the 
way home she had seen the handsome young man thumbing on the highway so she 
stopped and let him get into the car. 

He was very good-looking, sort of tall and well built. But he was a mouse, a 
meek and mild young man and his clothes were awful and he was undoubtedly a 
high school dropout. He was very much impressed by her and when she gave him 
a big smile and one of her cigarettes, he told her, blushing charmingly, 
that she was the most beautiful young girl he had ever seen. He was sure 
that she should be a movie star, he said. She was so much prettier than any 
that he had seen so far. 

That pleased her very much. She knew, of course, that she was very pretty. 
After all, there had been so many people telling her how lovely she was all 
of her life. During her high school days she had learned how intensely boys 
could react to her blonde, Nordic beauty and she took very good care of her 
person. 

Her figure had developed beautifully. She had lovely, firm young breasts 
that jutted from her chest, sharply pointed bullets of bewitching flesh, and 
the coral-tipped rosettes and nipples were things of exquisite beauty and 
sensitivity. Her legs were glorious, everyone said, and her cute little rump 
was an absolute delight to see, according to Bruce. She was all pink and 
gold and glorious; a luscious girl and she was aware of it. 

The hitchhiker told her that his name was Bernie and he was from the East 
and was going West to find a job and settle down. 

"You must meet all kinds of people when you hitchhike," she said, smiling at 
him, knowing that she was dazzling him, turning him on, too. 

"Sure do, ma'am," he said. 

He crushed the cigarette she had given him, then sat back against the 
cushions. She could see that he was staring at her long, pretty legs, liking 
what he saw. She could tell quite easily and in her miniskirt and pantyhose 
she had lots of leg exposed for him to see. 

"I guess you run into a lot of sex fiends, too, don't you?" she said 
conversationally. 

The young man shivered and when he turned to look at her she could see that 
he was blushing. He was just too young and too naive to dissemble so he told 
her the truth. 

"The men are the worst," he said. "I got a ride last night with a big truck 
driver and he hurt me. He made me do something to him all the while I was 
riding with him. He made me do it for hours. And I had to swallow it all 
each time he came." 

She stared at the boy and she was suddenly trembling, on fire with raw 
sexual urges that she could not quite define. 

"That's too bad," she said sympathetically. 

The boy shrugged and his attitude seemed to suggest that those who hitched 
rides should accept whatever was thrust upon them. She felt sorry for him 
and then she felt sorry for herself. She was turned on more intensely than 
she had ever been and she knew even before her thoughts crystallized that 
she was going to take the young man home with her. 

Bruce would be away for a few days and she would be alone. They had few 
friends and the big gates kept unwanted guests out anyway, so she knew that 
she could have the boy stay with her for as long as she might want. 

Her mouth was dry and awkward as she smiled at the boy and began making her 
pitch. 

"Are you hungry, Bernie?" she asked. 

He nodded and his smile was young and timid and wistful. 

"I'm always hungry," he said. 

"Didn't that nasty truck driver feed you, Bernie?" she asked, her smile 
sparkling at him. 

"No, ma'am," Bernie said. "He just wanted me to do you know what. He made me 
do it to him all night long." 

She shook her head and her long blonde hair swirled around her shoulders and 
she knew that it was an alluring sight to a young male. Bernie was a little 
pale and when she offered him another cigarette from the pack on the seat 
between them, he took it and lit it with a shaking hand. 

"Bernie," she said crisply, "I've made up my mind. I am going to take you 
home with me and feed you and see if some of my husband's clothes won't fit 
you. You can take a shower and clean up and eat and rest. Would you like 
that?" 

His big brown eyes were alive with interest and she thought that he was very 
good-looking when he smiled. 

"That's nice of you, ma'am," he said. "But you better just let me out when 
you turn off. That will be fine." 

"Nonsense," she said firmly. "You just sit still and let me do this. I'm 
taking you home with me and I don't want to hear one more word out of you 
about it. You understand?" 

She had cowed him and that amazed her. He nodded and he was close to tears. 

"Yes, ma'am," he said. 

She pressed her foot down and the big car raced along in the morning 
sunlight. When she finally pulled up in front of the big iron gates she 
could see that her wealth impressed him greatly. She told him how to find 
the key and unlock the gates and after he locked them again behind them, she 
teased him a little about what she could do if she chose. 

"You see," she said, "if I wanted to keep you a prisoner inside these walls, 
you would have to stay for as long as I decided. You would be my prisoner. 
Would you like that?" 

He smiled at her, certain that she was just teasing him. She wasn't at all 
sure that she was teasing him. 

He liked her house. He was obviously a poor boy and the magnificence of her 
home and its furnishings impressed him. She took him into the kitchen and he 
was certainly hungry. He sat in the breakfast nook and devoured three large 
sandwiches and a quart of milk. She sat opposite him and gazed at his 
nice-looking face and she could feel the wetness between her legs, the 
boiling excitements deep within her loins and she worried that she would not 
be able to go through the motions of seduction. 

It was unbelievably easy. When he finished his milk, she smiled at him, then 
looked at his clothes and the filth that was in them. "You come upstairs 
with me," she ordered. "My husband is away for a few days, but I'm sure that 
I can fit you out in some decent things. You come along with me." 

He said yes ma'am and followed her upstairs. 

He was about the same size as Bruce and she got out an old shirt and a pair 
of pants that Bruce didn't wear anymore. Then she got clean shorts and an 
undershirt from Bruce's bureau and she put everything on the big bed. The 
boy was standing a few feet from the bed, watching her, adoring her, if the 
look in his eyes meant anything. She smiled at him as she sat down on the 
edge of the bed. She was coming with a massive orgasm and it was so wet she 
was afraid that the sap would run down her legs. 

"Take those filthy clothes off," she ordered. "You need a bath, young man." 

She spoke to him with mock sternness but he accepted it for the real thing 
and obeyed her. 

He took off his shirt, then dropped his pants and as he stepped out of them 
she could see that his underwear was dirty and in need of replacement. 

"Take everything off," she said. "I am going to give you a good hot bath. 
You need it. You know that, don't you?" Linda persisted. 

He nodded, then took off his undershirt and she could see the firm hard 
muscles in his back and his shoulders and his chest and the urge to touch 
him, to rub her hand over his body, was almost overwhelming. 

When he hesitated and blushed, she smiled at him and she knew that she was 
really dazzling him with her beauty. 

"I said everything, Bernie," she said. "I like to be obeyed. Especially in 
my own house." 

His face got very red but he pushed his shorts down and she could see the 
big dangling phallus, the huge, puffy bag of balls beneath and she simply 
stared. He was built like a mastodon, she thought. The urge to reach out and 
handle his sexual equipment was too strong to deny. She gazed into his eyes 
and she crooked her finger at him. He came closer to her and she reached out 
and began handling his genitals with her little red-tipped hands and the boy 
shivered. She put her fingers around his harden-cock and then she was 
holding an immense organ, fiercely erect, already dribbling its sap from the 
big red knob. He had been circumcised and she was glad of that. He was much 
larger than Bruce and when she held his stiff cock away from his belly it 
measured ten inches. They measured it some time later. When she first 
encountered its magnificence, she simply stared at it, unbelieving, 
palpitating with wild and unbridled passions. 

He was in agony, it seemed. "Don't," he said, his voice a plaintive whimper. 
"I don't want to make no mess in your nice house. If you handle it much, I 
will." 

She was shivering and too excited to procrastinate. 

"I want to suck you off," she said softly. "I will pop you a few times and 
then it will be all right." 

He was shaking as he gazed down into her upturned face. "Yes, ma'am," he 
said. "Yes, ma'am." 

He was almost too big to get into her mouth. She began licking the head of 
his cock and jerking him off. She managed to get the head of it into her 
mouth before he started spurting. She was tasting him and it seemed to her 
that his product was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He kept on 
pumping her mouth full of his juice and she realized that his loads were 
exceptional, too. She lost track of things as she kept swallowing and 
sucking him. When she finally got her senses back she realized that he was 
whimpering in pain and she had her sharp nails deeply imbedded into his 
balls and he was again coming and she had much of his length in her mouth 
and he was spattering the back of her throat with his spendings. He was 
trying to push her head away and she realized that she was hurting him with 
the force of her suction. But she couldn't stop. She was helpless, driven 
and harried by an appetite that nothing could appease. She reached out and 
clasped his buttocks and she pulled him onto the bed with her. She slapped 
his hands as they tried to dislodge her head and then he seemed to relax as 
his weight settled onto the bed and she continued with her fierce assault 
upon the wells deep within his body. She kept at him for hours and when she 
finally quit, it was only because her mouth and jaws ached. 

The boy was sitting up in the bed, propped against the pillows and the 
headboard and he had a soft, happy look on his face. He smiled at her when 
she finally gazed into his eyes. 

"I sure did like that, ma'am," he said. "I really did." 

"I'll bet you did," Linda said. She was still shaky and very much turned on. 
She was handling his cock and it was still stiff and leaking honey from its 
tip. 

"Did you ever fuck a girl?" she asked him. 

The way he blushed when she said the naughty word thrilled her and she 
resolved that he would hear lots of bad language from her because it tickled 
her to turn him on in that easy way. 

He shook his head and the eager, hopeful look on his face made her laugh 
loud if not long. 

She squeezed his stiff cock and he winced. 

"You are sure as hell going to fuck a girl now," she said. "I want this 
beautiful thing in my cunt and in my mouth and in my ass, too, probably. I 
can't seem to get enough of it." 

He was shaking again and she realized that her words were affecting him 
greatly. She leaned forward and put her palm beneath his chin, then kissed 
him on the lips. Her own lips brushed his back and forth as she kissed him 
intermittently while she talked to him. 

"Would you like to fuck me, Bernie?" she asked him. She laughed softly as he 
nodded so quickly that she lost contact with his lips. "I will want you to 
fuck me, and I will want you to kiss and lick my titties and then you can 
suck my cunt for me. All growing boys should suck cunt. You agree, don't 
you?" 

He nodded again and then he surprised her. 

"I'm really good at that, ma'am," he said. "I been taught." 

That surprised her. She sat up straight and gazed into his eyes and she 
could see that he was smiling very happily. 

"Who taught you?" she asked. 

He told her then about a very pretty young woman who had been a neighbor to 
his family and she had hired him to do chores around her house. She worked 
in a store and she took a liking to him. Then one day he had been inside her 
house and there was twenty dollars on the kitchen table and she was not at 
home. He took the money, figuring that anybody could take it and she could 
not know who was guilty. 

"But she caught me and was going to tell my folks and call the police and I 
just went crazy begging her not to do that. I promised I would do anything 
that she could ever ask and she made me sign a confession that she would use 
if I was the least bit disobedient or reluctant to do as she wanted me to 
do." 

Linda reached for her cigarettes and when she moved her legs she could feel 
the wetness and the slipperiness between her thighs. Her pants and her 
pantyhose were soaked and she would have to get out of them soon, but 
listening to the things that Bernie was telling her was extremely exciting 
and she wanted to hear it all. 

"Millie, that was her name, was kind of mean about things," Bernie said. 
"She would make me do things around her house, things that a boy should not 
have to do. She would make me wash her hose and her underthings and sweep 
and vacuum and like that. It got so that she wanted me at her place whenever 
she was home. One night she asked me to take off her shoes and when I was at 
her feet, she smiled down at me kind of funny and she asked me if I could 
take her stockings off without ruining them. Then she pulled up her dress 
and I could see that she didn't have any pants on and she had lots of hair 
there. It got me all excited and she made me take her stockings off and then 
she sort of looked at me funny and giggled, then she said that I was her 
slave, her very own vassal, and because she had my confession she could send 
me to jail but she wouldn't if I did what she told me to do and did it just 
the way she wanted it done." 

Bernie told her then how Millie had told him that he could please her very 
much if he learned how to relieve her tensions. She opened her legs, then 
she parted the lips of her sexual organ with her fingertips, telling him to 
lick her slit and then suck her till she spent. She taught him how to use 
his tongue on her clit and the very first time she came in his mouth, he 
discovered that he loved the taste of her juices and he became a very 
willing convert and vassal. 

"Millie would come home from work and she liked me to be waiting for her. 
She would sit down and let me take her pants off and then I would relieve 
her for hours. And, if I made her come too quickly, she would punish me. She 
had a cat-o'-nine-tails and she would make me bend down and take my pants 
down and she would really give me what for with that. I was very careful how 
I did it for Millie because she was really brutal with the whips." 

Linda listened to him with a mounting excitement building and overflowing in 
her loins and she smiled at him with bubbling joy and anticipation. 

"You can do it for me, too," she said. "And I will whip you brutally if you 
don't do things exactly as I wish you to do them. Now, tell me more, what 
else did she do to you?" 

The boy reported that Millie had been quite blatant about exposing herself 
for his benefit, and she persuaded him to shave all of the pubic hair from 
her crotch and thereafter he was in charge of her sexual parts, to keep them 
clean and dainty and well tended at all times. 

"It was all right," Bernie explained, "and I really liked Millie but when 
she started going with Freddy, it was even nicer than before. 

Linda was puzzled about the matter of reciprocity involved in the boy's 
relationship with the older girl. 

"Didn't she ever do anything to you?" she asked. 

Bernie shook his head. "There wasn't any need to. I'd come just amusing her. 
After a while, she would buy rubbers and put one on me before she let me 
suck her. Because I would sure pop off several times when I was doing her. 
But, after Freddy came, we used to do lots of things. She told Freddy about 
her and me right away and he watched me doing her. He screwed her and they 
made me do her right afterwards and it was all right, but then she made me 
suck Freddy off and I had to do that lots of times. Once Freddy saw the size 
of my cock he wanted me to screw him up the ass and I liked doing that to 
him. Millie would be sucking him while I was screwing him and she was always 
looking at me while she was sucking on him and I liked that best of all, I 
guess." 

He went on to tell her that his folks had finally suspected that he was 
being used for sexual fun and games and they began asking him questions all 
the time so he finally ran away. Now he was going West where he would live a 
nice life and try to be happy. 

Linda kissed him, sweetly, gently. "You can stay a couple of days with me 
here and we can have some fun. When you have to go I will give you some 
money and some clean clothes and everything else that you might need and you 
will do just fine, I'm sure. Now, let's get on to the other things, shall 
we?" 

She took him into the bathroom, mainly because she could smell him and once 
she had taken the edge off her powerful sexual urges, she wanted him to be 
clean and fresh and she told him to scrub himself and he obeyed her. She sat 
on the edge of the toilet, watching him as he showered with the big door 
open and when he saw that she was looking at his genitals his magnificent 
cock became erect and eager. 

"Take your time, Bernie," she told him. "I will join you. I need a shower, 
too." 

She stood up and he watched her with his eyes practically popping out of his 
head. She was looking at him, too, and it pleased her to see his cock 
spurting all over the walls when she bared her splendid breasts. She peeled 
off her pantyhose and panties and they were soaked and she stuffed the whole 
mess into the hamper. She smiled as she saw his gaze riveted to her smooth, 
hairless crotch. When she stepped into the shower and closed the door his 
cock was still spurting. 

She hugged him close to her and told him to soap her body. He began doing it 
and she liked the feel of his hands on her tingling breasts. When he put his 
big fingers into her fevered slit, she came and had to clutch him and hold 
on for dear life while the rigorous tremors of a massive convulsion shook 
her entire body and forced her loins into exceptional production. She lost 
control of herself and knew that she was wetting all over her legs but she 
just didn't care, the water was washing everything away anyway. When he held 
her buttocks in his palms and lifted her body slightly, she could feel the 
glorious sensations of ecstasy as his massive organ began sliding up inside 
of her body. She could actually feel her tissues expanding and when he had 
it all inside of her she felt like something was shutting off her wind and 
her belly was ruptured, but the pure ecstasies that she felt as he began 
fucking her overshadowed any minor discomforts. 

He was sliding himself in and out, holding her to him while the water 
cascaded down upon them, and she was sliding all over his chest and clinging 
to him with a frantic grip that kept slipping. Her body was in motion 
constantly and that seemed to contribute to the thrills that she was feeling 
within her depths and she began to experience an orgasm that just wouldn't 
quit. 

The sensations of having a woman impaled upon his prick affected the boy 
apparently. He staggered out of the shower stall with her still squirming 
and prancing on his cock. She could sense that they were both wet and 
slippery down there and she managed to get out two words, "The bed," and 
then he was lumbering across her expensive broadloom and she was clinging to 
him, squirming all over his body. He settled her on the bed and climbed on 
top of her. His first thrust put her into orbit. He was plunging into depths 
of her being that had never been touched before and she could feel a wild, 
blazing, tearing sensation. Then she was screaming in purest ecstasy while 
the boy plunged in and out of her with pistonlike speed and when he came in 
her she could feel the spattering drops of his sap assaulting her innermost 
flesh like bullets from a machine gun. 

She crested, too, and it dawned on her, eventually, that the wild, shrill 
yells that were all around them came from her. But she didn't care. She lay 
beneath him, feeling his weight on top of her, aware that he was resting, 
gathering his forces for another orbit. Then he was sliding in and out and 
she was soaring and building and it went on and on. Sensations that she had 
never even imagined thrilled her and brought a brand-new sense of serenity 
into her being. 

They spent the day in earnest and excited screwing and she persuaded the boy 
to spend a few days with her. He was timid, worried about her husband but 
she was able to calm his fears. 

Bruce called her just before she and Bernie were ready to sit down to dinner 
and he explained to her that he would be away for at least three days, 
perhaps four. With her hand on Bernie's stiff cock and her loins roiling and 
seething with new lusts, she just didn't care. She let Bernie hear Bruce 
repeat what he had to say and she was pleased to see that the boy was able 
to relax then. She was especially sweet to Bruce, and she told him a dozen 
times that she loved him deeply and earnestly and it was true. She did love 
him, and the things that she and Bernie were able to do were simply 
something apart and totally unrelated to Bruce and his inherited affluences 
and life with her. 

When Bruce hung up she was filled with a sudden surge of exceptional 
passions and she began to salivate, drooling for the taste of Bernie's cock 
in her mouth. She knelt quickly and found it, then she was sliding her mouth 
down over its tip and her one hand grasped the long staff and began jerking 
it up and down while her other hand began tickling and plucking at the big 
balls that were dangling beneath his crotch. He was quick and responsive, 
interested in her and the goodies that she was exposing in her nudity. 
Somehow, they wound up in a frantic wrestling match that finally evolved 
into a lengthy and charming sixty-nine. 

When their passions eased somewhat they were able to eat a cold dinner, but 
neither of them cared. Linda was entranced and enchanted by the opportunity 
to have her very willing and inexhaustible stud for a little while. Bernie 
had no purpose at the moment other than to amuse her and thrill her and 
delight her in any way that she might suggest. 

She was inventive and they spent the evening in her big bed. She was able to 
shiver and squirm delightedly as he pushed himself into her again and again. 
He was willing, eager to please, and glad that he could be able to do all of 
the things that she might desire from him. 

She was a glutton, she knew, using him and his splendid prong again and 
again, then allowing him to lick and suck her cunt during the periods when 
he had to replenish his store of energy and sap. 

When they bedded down for the night, she sucked his cock, forcing him into 
new and deeper anguish but he tried nobly to accommodate her and he never 
did fail her. She became extremely expert with her tongue and her clinging, 
sucking mouth. She was insatiable, constantly at him, emptying him and 
forcing him, until she finally became too tired to continue. 

She slept and tasted him as soon as she woke. He was completely refreshed, 
ready and eager to spend another day of frenzied thrustings and passionate 
efforts and she used him again. Perhaps, because she knew that she would 
have to send him on his way soon, she was especially eager to enjoy him in 
every possible way, sucking him off, licking and kissing him until he 
achieved a new and more remarkable splendor, then she wanted him inside of 
her and he fucked her fiercely and ruthlessly, and when she was eased 
somewhat in her vaginal canal, she wanted his huge organ in her asshole and 
she thrilled anew with a brand-new, usually neglected set of nerves and 
ecstasies. Afterward they showered and sat and talked and smoked cigarettes 
until their loins stirred again and began clamoring for more excitement and 
unbridled pleasures for the single-minded duo. 

She kept him with her for three days and nights and she drained him dry 
before she took him out onto the highway on the morning of the fourth day. 

He was wearing some of Bruce's clothes and he had a hundred dollars of her 
money in his pockets. She kissed him good-bye, wishing that it didn't have 
to be that way, but Bruce was coming home in a few hours and she would pick 
him up at the local airport and take him home and do nice things for him. 

"You must never call me or come to see me again," she told the boy with 
great solemnity. "Not ever. You hear?" 

"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a shy smile. "But, I will sure keep you in mind. 
I sure will think about you." 

"I'll bet you will," Linda said. She kissed him again and then let him out 
of the car. She drove up the highway to a turnaround and when she drove back 
toward her home she saw that he had disappeared. Someone had picked him up 
already, she assumed. 

She thought about the boy as she drove home and all the while that she was 
cleaning house and putting things to rights, she thought about her stolen 
idyll with Bernie and she questioned the wisdom of sending him away forever. 
After all, she could have been clever about things. 

She could have arranged to keep him near so that his splendid cock was 
always available. 

Then she thought about the benefits of being the very rich Mrs. Bruce Carter 
and she knew that sending the boy away had been the right thing to do. 

Thinking about it now, she could remember the pleased reactions she had 
induced in Bruce when they made love right after his return home. Bruce 
loved getting sucked off, probably more than anything else and when she did 
it for him, he was amazed by her sudden expertise. From then on, he was 
always after her to do it more frequently. 

Usually, when they woke in the mornings, Bruce would let her suck him off to 
start with, then they would shower and while they were having a fine time 
feeling each other up, he would bury his cock in her cunt and they would 
wind up fucking savagely on the floor or the bed or wherever they happened 
to be at the moment that their passions blotted out all other senses. 

She would be fine for a while after Bruce went off to work and then the 
familiar yearnings would begin itching in her loins and she would begin to 
seethe and boil. When the blazing, searing sensations began she would simply 
masturbate and keep it up until some of the torments within her ceased. 

Bruce was sympathetic about things. She told him about herself, and they 
talked things over at length one night. 

"I was all right until I began sucking your cock," she told him, a bit 
mournfully. "That did something to me, and I get so turned on when you leave 
me, I practically strain my wrist taking care of my needs. I wish you could 
spend more time with me." 

He explained that he would like to spend more time with her, too, but he 
simply could not. 

"Maybe I could hire a handsome young boy to keep you company," he said, 
teasing. "That way you would have a nice big cock handy whenever you might 
want it." 

She grinned at him. "Let's try that, shall we?" 

He didn't say any more about the matter for a day or two, then he brought 
home the mechanical dildos and the battery-operated vibrators and she stared 
at them, not at all sure that they would be much help. But, surprisingly, 
they were and she used them all the time now. 

She was going to use them now. She loved her new car and she loved her 
husband but she was really turned on something wild and just thinking about 
Bernie and the lovely time that she had known with him was doing awful 
things to her. She closed the front door behind her and climbed the stairway 
to her big bedroom. As soon as she walked into her room she began shucking 
her clothes off. 

She could not stop thinking about Bernie. She simply could not calm down, 
and even as she began searching for her favorite dildo, she thought about 
the sight of the boy's huge, dripping cock and she was suddenly drooling, 
feeling the saliva sliding from the corners of her mouth. 

She began with the dildo, then switched to a favorite vibrator. She lay on 
her bed, her legs kicking and threshing wildly as her hands and the 
mechanical dildo began bringing her a sort of trucelike peace. 

It was a long, long time before she was able to think about things, but when 
she sat up in her own bed, smoking, knowing that she was breathing too 
quickly, too shallowy, she knew that things could not go on as they were 
going now. 

She would have to think of something. 

 Chapter Two 

Bruce had the people at the airport call her and she was waiting for him 
when he set the Cessna down and parked it. She watched as one of the airport 
mechanics talked with Bruce for a time, probably getting instructions about 
how to care for the plane. Bruce was very fond of the Cessna and he always 
took very good care of that which he cared about. She sighed and stretched 
and then checked her face in the mirror on her visor. She was quite pleased 
with the way she looked. 

The long, involved sessions of masturbation that she had enjoyed for most of 
the day did wonderful things for her. She would often spend hours using the 
vibrators and some of the other little gadgets that Bruce bought for her and 
himself, too. He was very good about that. Most of the things that he bought 
were capable of use by both. 

She got out of the car and stood beside it as Bruce began walking toward 
her. She knew that she made a very fetching picture standing beside the 
gleaming red convertible. She was sure that she looked like something out of 
Playboy and she was proud and filled with love and seething ardors. She 
could see Bruce's adoring grin and she knew that she had done well with her 
appearance. She was wearing his favorite miniskirt and pantyhose and with 
her bright blonde hair hanging down her back she looked like a pretty young 
thing out of junior high. She loved to work hard trying for the very young 
look. She was sure that Bruce was especially horny for very young girls, 
kids, practically. She couldn't hate him for that. Many men were like that, 
she knew. 

He walked up to her and then she was in his arms and they were kissing and 
panting and tonguing each other's mouth and he practically lifted her off 
her feet. 

He put her into the car and she slid over. "You drive," she said. "I'm so 
horny I'd wreck us." 

"I am, too," he said, smiling at her. "You know what that outfit does to me. 
I get so nervous I am liable to smash us up." 

She leaned close to him and her lips found his and she kissed him with a wet 
mouth. She was drooling and they both knew it. 

"Drive on deserted streets," she said shakily, "and I'll suck you off. That 
will take the edge off for you. Then you'll be able to drive just fine." 

He gave her his idiot grin and her heart lurched, filled with love and 
boundless affection for the handsome young man who was sitting beside her. 
She looked into his big brown eyes and she could see the little imps dancing 
in them with great glee. When she touched his crotch she could feel the 
immense erection he had. She shivered and her hand molded and caressed his 
meat from outside his trousers. 

"You'd better get us out of here," she said, "or sell a few tickets. One or 
the other." 

He kissed her and he was just as hot as she was. "Baby," he said, "I don't 
know what I would ever do without you." 

She snickered. "You don't even know what to do with me." 

He started the car and drove it out of the airport grounds. The top was up 
and there was a feeling of great privacy in the car. She began unzipping his 
pants and then she got his big cock out. Her fingers slipped inside and 
began handling his balls and as soon as he began driving in a rather 
deserted country road, she bent down and put her face into his lap. She got 
him into her mouth and as soon as she began tasting him, she lost her head 
and started sucking fiercely, flicking her tongue back and forth against the 
sensitive throat of his stiff cock. She could feel the throbbing begin. He 
had to stop the car while he shivered and shook with the rigors of a 
frenzied orgasm and she swallowed contentedly, tasting, savoring, forcing 
more and more his nectar from him, feasting shamelessly, as eager as any 
gourmet at work. She wriggled herself into a position of greater comfort and 
then she began sucking him again, slowly, expertly, seeking more of his 
honey, but in a ladylike way, she thought. 

He began driving again and she kept his organ in her active mouth all the 
way home. When he pulled into the garage she flicked her tongue lightly and 
expertly against supersensitive meat and then he was erupting again and she 
was devouring him with a hunger that drained him dry for the time being. 

She was coming, too, and she could feel the wet, trickling sensations 
between her legs as she enjoyed the harsh, pulsing thrills of exquisite 
orgasm. She was always like that; as soon as she began sucking a prick her 
own loins would begin seething and gathering. Each time she would reach a 
special plateau of purest sexual sensation, her loins would quiver and 
clench and then the lovely orgasm would begin and last for a long time. 
Then, when it was over, she would be sexually quiescent for a moment and 
then it would all begin to build anew. All of this would happen just because 
she was busy with sexual activity and no one would have to touch her at all. 
She had learned over the years, that she could experience the most delicious 
orgasms by not being touched. But, when she was being attended to by a 
partner, she would have to shift gears emotionally so that she could accept 
and enjoy the efforts of a partner. But she was always glad to shift gears. 
She was a dedicated, eager hedonist and she knew it. Bruce knew it, too, and 
he loved her for it, he said. And, he certainly was willing to join her at 
any time. Any old time at all. 

He told her how much he liked her new car and then he stood with her for a 
moment or two, gazing around him at the beautiful countryside that was below 
them. Hidden Knolls was a very wealthy and select community and he had told 
her that its inhabitants were snobs, but they were delightful snobs. 

She had read once in a magazine about the swingers in her select and 
exclusive community and she had teased Bruce once about joining some of the 
well-publicized groups and he had been only too willing. Now she was 
beginning to wonder if discussing the matter again might not be in order. 

Bruce got his luggage from the trunk of the car and they went inside the 
house. He carried his bags up to their bedroom and Linda went along with 
him. She was still horny, probably even more so now than ever, simply 
because she had had a taste of him and she was soaked between her legs. He 
put his bags on the bed and while he opened them, she began peeling off her 
pantyhose and then her pants. Her miniskirt did little to hide her crotch 
and when he saw the cute picture she made with her hairless slit exposed for 
his admiration, he took her into his arms and they kissed passionately, and 
his fingers went to her crotch. 

He had a way of resting his palm against her pubic bone while he rubbed her 
there and his fat middle finger rode back and forth in the slippery trench, 
and then, when she was practically writhing in sexual frenzy, he would let 
his finger slide into her seething well and his palm would move in a way 
that teased her clit into a state of great excitement and she would begin to 
shiver and shake, the quivers and quakes of orgasm would begin and she would 
kiss him, tonguing his mouth frantically while her loins would clench and 
spill with ecstasies of great magnitude. 

She loved it when Bruce did that to her and the woman's one-track mind 
desired more. 

He pushed her down onto the bed and he knelt and licked her drenched flesh, 
licking her white thighs like a hungry dog and then, just when she was sure 
that she was going to die of frustrations, he would zero in on home plate 
and she would feel his stiffened tongue sliding into her hole and his 
fingers would tease her clit. Just at the right moment, he would shift his 
mouth, move it upward to capture her clit, and then his tongue would do its 
work. As soon as she began to spend and spill her honey, he would move his 
mouth down to the place of greatest torment and while she was coming he 
would suck fiercely at her pulsating cunt. He was expert and she knew that 
he loved the nectars that he was able to suck from her crotch. He was always 
telling her about that. Too, he was always thinking up new ways to make her 
give him more of his favorite delicacy. 

He was especially hungry for her now and she twisted and turned, writhing 
and squirming in delicious agony while his tongue and lips drained her loins 
of their juices. When he was finally willing to quit, she was limp and 
utterly enervated, too weak to move. 

He sat down on the bed beside her and he lit two cigarettes, placed one of 
them between her lips. He helped her to sit up and she moved helpfully so 
that he could get her blouse and bra off. He loved her naked breasts and 
they were so pretty, so pertly perfect, she was glad to have him look at 
them. She puckered her lips in a long-distance kiss for him and then she 
grinned as she reached out to touch his fierce erection. 

Bruce said, "I brought us some presents." 

She was suddenly alert, smilingly eager to see what he had brought to her. 
He opened a small black box and took out a large dildo. There were other 
boxes and they all contained parts and equipment that was designed to go 
with the first dildo he showed her. There were at least six dildos of 
varying sizes, a chastity belt-type harness, and many parts and gadgets. He 
explained it all to her. There were dildos of different sizes that could be 
fitted into the rectum and the vagina and then energized by a battery. Too, 
the dildo that became a simulation of the male organ could also be energized 
and the whole assembly was remarkably clever. 

He was playing with her sexual flesh while he talked to her and she became 
decidedly wet and soupy down there. He was smiling at her, then he kissed 
her, sweetly, happily. 

"Let me put one of these lovely things into your cunt," he said. "And then 
I'll show you how to work it." 

She was quite willing. She lay back and shifted her hips upward so that he 
could slide the big fat imitation cock into her depths. It felt nice and 
filling and she was quite thrilled with the gadget. He connected a couple of 
wires to some terminals on the end of the dildo and then he gave her a small 
gadget that was like the remote control switch she used for the TV. He 
showed her how to turn it off first. Then he pressed it down and she jumped 
as a warm, pulsating current began leaping and surging in the dildo. She 
could feel it and it was a lovely sensation. She knew that she could not 
stand much of that sort of stimulation without coming, and when he pressed 
the gadget again, a powerful surge of current began stimulating her and she 
popped. 

She was unable to sit still and he held her and kissed her, then he 
increased the current and she began to shake violently as a brand-new type 
of stimulation teased and aroused her most sensitive flesh. She was coming 
fiercely and then she began a brand-new orgasm of even greater intensity and 
they were overlapping and she lost control of her brains and her body and 
she simply gave herself up to complete enjoyment of the fabulous sensations 
she was feeling. Bruce clicked the control again and then she was delirious, 
almost hysterical, and Bruce was helping her to get the utmost in pleasure 
from the gadget. He was kissing her lips and handling her breasts the way 
she liked him to handle them and she slid down on the bed, her whole body 
arching and sagging intermittently as the powerful currents raced through 
her. Bruce put his hand down there and he slipped the dildo out of her cunt, 
then he pushed it into her asshole and she went ape, clawing the sheets and 
kicking her feet around and she was aware that Bruce was staring down into 
her tortured and twisted face. 

"If it's so wild, baby," he said, "I'll take it out." 

"Oh, God, no," she whimpered. "It is so lovely, so wonderful, but I just 
keep coming, nicer every time." 

"Isn't that nice," he said, smiling. He bent and kissed her squirming mouth 
and then he was gone and a second or two later she felt his mouth covering 
her spilling cunt and she knew that he intended to feast upon her quivering 
cunt for as long as she could stand it. 

She stood it for hours and when she finally reached the stage where she was 
normal and utterly without interest in sex for a time, she shut the dildo 
off and Bruce took it out for her. They went into the bathroom and when she 
saw the state he was in, she sat him down on the seat, then knelt and 
quickly popped him. 

They stepped into the shower together and she kissed him. When he put his 
hands on her private flesh and began to arouse her anew, she giggled. 

She pushed him away and tilted her head so that she could gaze up at him 
with a harlot look. "Tell me the magic words," she ordered with mock 
imperiousness. 

He shivered and she reached out to touch his cock. It was stiff and as hard 
as steel as it nestled against his belly. He stared at her with a 
bad-little-boy expression and then his face got a sullen look on it. She 
squeezed his cock and he gasped in pain. 

"Tell me," she ordered. 

"I love you," he said, "I adore you. I live only to serve you and make you 
happy. I want only to be your devoted slave." 

She nodded, smiling happily. 

"Kneel, slave," she said, "and I will give you your reward." 

He knelt and then his upturned face was between her thighs and she reached 
out and turned the shower off. He closed his eyes and squatted down closer 
to the tile floor. She parted her legs and then she unleashed a hissing, 
endless torrent. She used her fingertips between her legs to guide the 
golden shower against his face, to turn it into a thin spray. She was 
snickering as she did it, enjoying what she was doing to him, knowing, too, 
that he loved it when she did that to him. 

When it was over, she gave him her hand and helped him up onto his feet. His 
face was dripping and she moved close so that she could kiss his lips and 
she tasted some of her own fluid but she just didn't care. She reached out 
and turned the shower on again. The water cleansed them and brought them to 
a shivering realization that they were hungry and would have to do something 
about food. 

They dressed and went out for dinner. She pirouetted for him before they 
left the bedroom and she could see the expression in his eyes and she knew 
that she was lovely. It was a grand feeling. She moved over so that she 
could kiss him and she gave him a little tongue. 

"Don't get looped, darling," she said, softly. "I want you to fuck me when 
we come home. Try to remember that." 

"Sure," he said, grinning. "Did you like your present?" 

"Oh, yes," she said, her smile sparkling and her eyes dancing. "That is 
quite a gadget." 

"I have another present for you," he said. "Even nicer. It will be delivered 
tomorrow." 

She was tempted to make him tell her what the other present was but she 
didn't. She knew that he loved to surprise her and she was quite willing to 
be surprised. 

They went to one of the town's better supper clubs and they had a leisurely, 
delicious dinner and they danced and then she saw Carol and Fred Stacy and 
they joined them. Carol was a stunning young blonde. She was only 
twenty-two. They had three handsome young kids who were Fred's by a previous 
marriage. 

Bruce told her that Fred's was one of the richest and most influential 
families in the area. He owned a rock quarry and did little real work. He 
and Carol were very fond of her and Bruce and she was always a bit envious 
of Carol because of her well-groomed beauty. She had seen her in a swimsuit 
once and the glorious perfection of the lovely blonde's body was a bit 
upsetting and she could see why Fred adored his girlish young bride. 

Carol was watching her too intently tonight and she felt a bit uneasy, but 
then Carol smiled at her and she patted Linda's hand. 

"You are so lovely, Linda," Carol said. "It always transfixes me a bit. I 
just love to look at you." 

"You can afford to be generous," Linda said. "You are so pretty it hurts to 
look at you." 

Carol laughed with great merriment. "We can start our own mutual-admiration 
society," she said. 

They had several more rounds of drinks and they smoked some more cigarettes 
while the band played a set for those ambitious enough to want to dance. 
Suddenly Carol sat back and gazed at Linda with undisguised interest. 

"Did you two kids ever think of trying some outside fun and games?" Carol 
asked. 

Linda stared at her. Bruce was watching her and she just didn't know what to 
say. 

Carol laughed at her. "Oh, come now," she said, "you must have known that 
this place is alive with swingers and swappers and all sorts of groups. 
That's why many people move here. They hope to be invited to join one of the 
groups." 

Linda looked at Bruce and she smiled. Then she turned back to gaze into 
Carol's lovely eyes. 

"Do you two belong to one of the local groups?" she asked, wide-eyed, eager. 
Carol laughed softly and she reached out to pat Linda's hand again. 

"Darling," she said, "Fred and I are members of the most select group. We 
are on the membership committee and that is why I am talking to you two. We 
love having you for friends but there are so many other things that we can 
think of to do with you and to you. We are quite inventive, dear." 

Linda was so excited that she was shaking. Fred was watching her and Bruce 
was, too. Carol's eyes had never once left her face. Carol's hands covered 
hers on the table and she smiled into Linda's eyes. 

"Do think about it, dear," she said. "We'll talk about it again sometime." 

Linda shook her head. "No," she said. "Let's talk about it now. Bruce and I 
have discussed this sort of thing before." She turned to gaze at Bruce and 
she could see that he was quite interested and quite impressed by Carol's 
beauty. "How do you feel about something like this, dear?" 

Bruce grinned as he said, 'I'm all for it. You know the way I am." 

"Yes, dear," Linda said crisply. "I sure do." 

Fred and Carol were watching her with a brand-new eagerness and Linda was 
suddenly turned on full blast. She wanted to make sure that she and Bruce 
could be accepted for membership in Carol's exclusive group. 

"How do we go about becoming members?" Linda asked. 

Carol reached for a cigarette. She took one from the pack on the table and 
Linda could see that the lovely blonde's hands were shaking. She could 
understand that, she was shaking, too. 

"It really isn't as simple as one might suppose," Fred said. "First you make 
a formal application for membership, then you are invited to spend a weekend 
in the home of a couple on the membership committee. If you are satisfactory 
applicants, then you are invited to visit the next group meeting and there 
you are either accepted or rejected. It is done that way so that any 
reservations either of the new members might have can be dealt with before 
they actually are presented to the group. And, of course, our little club is 
wide open. Our members enjoy every imaginable facet of sexual activity." 

Linda stared into Carol's eyes and she could see the hidden hunger there. 
Carol was getting hotter by the minute too and it showed in the blonde's 
beautiful green eyes. She ached with a quick desire to hold Carol and make 
her feel better. 

"Couldn't we spend our probationary weekend with you two?" she said softly. 
The quick gladness that leapt into Carol's eyes told her that she had said 
exactly the right words. Fred looked at Bruce and he smiled. He was a 
handsome man, about thirty-five, and Linda knew that he had turned her on 
many times. He had sex appeal practically dripping from him, and when she 
thought of sucking his cock or accepting it between her legs she was almost 
dizzy with a quick and eager wanting. 

"I would like that very much," Bruce said. 

"We would, too," Fred said. 

Bruce sat back and played with the ashtray. The band was playing soft, 
seductive music and Linda was filled with a sudden, trickling warmth and she 
knew that she would have a grand time with Fred and Carol. She and Bruce had 
been talking about trying to join one of the clubs in the area and now it 
was going to happen. The excitement that she was feeling in her loins was 
just too delightful to ignore so she sat back and seethed while her glands 
expelled huge amounts of nectar and her crotch tingled and glowed with 
pleasurable sensations. 

"Why don't you two come over to our place?" Bruce suggested. "Tomorrow is 
Saturday and we could begin our little session then." 

Fred looked at his gorgeous wife and she was smiling. 

Linda said, "They have three kids, dear. What do they do about them?" The 
abrupt and rather revealing silence that greeted her question made her aware 
of new and even more delightful elements alive and busy in the milieu she 
was about to enter. "Their kids play games, too," Bruce said, smiling. 

"How nice," Linda said. Carol was gazing at her with a smile on her lips. 
She was gauging Linda's reactions to what had been said. 

"The youngsters are so handsome," Carol said. "So healthy, and 
knowledgeable. We were faced with a choice. Either accept the fact that they 
would fool around on the sly, or let them learn to enjoy all facets of sex 
under our guidance and supervision. We took a vote and chose the latter. The 
children are very happy and we have such good times. Rachel, our 
thirteen-year-old daughter is on the pill like me, so we have no worries. 
She and the boys are very ardent and eager participants. We would very much 
like to visit with you for a weekend of fun and games. All of us." 

Linda sat, her head spinning, her loins blazing, and she listened while 
Bruce and Fred talked about the way things would work out. When she and 
Bruce finally left the restaurant, she was so excited she went down on Bruce 
as soon as he started driving them home. She popped him twice but even then 
she knew that he would be wild and ready for more as soon as they got into 
bed. 

Bruce helped her get ready for bed. She had eased the pressures for him, she 
knew, but she was drunk on sexual excitements and she giggled when she saw 
the way her pantyhose clung to her crotch. She had come so frequently during 
the evening she had glued her filmy under-things to her vulva. 

When she was naked, Bruce began kissing her and she was suddenly too hot to 
be sensible. She wanted him in her and she pulled him down on top of her on 
the bed. She used her fingers to guide him into her slippery sheath and as 
soon as she felt him in her body, she began having massive orgasms, spasms 
of sexual throbbings and clenchings and her whole midsection was alive and 
squirming with wild sensations. She felt the lively, throbbing organ in her 
cunt and she was smashing her bottom against his thighs with fierce and 
frenzied thrustings. Then she was soaring and cresting and bursting. He was 
coming, too, and she felt sure that her crotch and her brain were both going 
to explode at the same time. 

He fell upon her, gasping for breath, and she was, too. She could feel the 
slippery juices slipping out of her tight little sheath and he was up again. 
His hands turned her onto her belly as he slid his cock into her cunt again, 
but she knew that was merely preliminary. A few thrusts later he slipped his 
cock out of her cunt, and while it was dripping with the fruits of their 
orgasms he slid it into her asshole. She yelped in quick delight, feeling 
every little millimeter of his hard cock as it pushed its way into her 
asshole. She was especially alert in that part of her body and Bruce was 
eager to have her enjoy everything that he could provide for her. He began 
sliding his cock in and out in her tight little hole and then she was 
bursting and his fingers were between her legs and he was helping her to 
achieve a new and greater sexual splendor. 

She began to crest and then her mind left her and she became a vegetable, 
seething and quivering and spilling and she knew that Bruce was eating her 
cunt. She was alert when he gave her the honey kiss that she always liked 
after these sessions and then she sort of slid into a blissful slumber and 
she was sure that he was licking her cunt gently and sweetly even as she 
fell into sleep. 

When she woke in the morning, he was already up and she was alone in the 
bed. It was very early and she wondered why Bruce would get up so early. It 
was not like him. She climbed out of her bed and she spent some time in the 
shower, washing away the dried sweat and other vestiges of a night sex 
session. She slipped her robe on and went into the kitchen. Her car was gone 
and she was alone in the house. 

She remembered then that Fred and Carol and their kids were coming to visit 
for a weekend and she wondered if Bruce had gotten up to go and bring them 
to the house. 

She sat and smoked several cigarettes while she dawdled over coffee. She 
began to think about the many delights that would be available when Fred and 
Carol and their youngsters arrived. She felt a twinge of fear, worried that 
she would not be able to perform sexually in front of the young people. She 
was inclined to regard a thirteen-year-old girl as a child and the boys were 
fifteen and quite good-looking, but they had long golden hair and they were 
almost girlish. Perhaps they were fags. They were twins, she knew, but she 
didn't know very much more about the boys. She could only remember their 
pictures. 

Carol had shown them a picture of Rachel, their lovely daughter, and the 
teenager was spectacularly lovely. She was wearing a swim-suit in the 
picture that Carol had displayed and the twin bullets on the young girl's 
chest had been quite remarkable and Linda was sure that no padding was 
involved. 

The girl's hips and thighs were very lovely and quite well developed and she 
wondered if the girl's development had been hastened by a steady diet of 
male hormones. She suspected that the girl was a bit too well developed for 
her years and she had read somewhere that a steady diet of semen could do 
wonders for a girl's physical development. She snickered aloud as she 
thought about that. If semen could do wonders for a girl she should be quite 
startlingly alluring. She swallowed lots of it. Then she thought of her own 
pulchritude and she was aware that her own person and all of its elements 
had been blissfully and beneficially improved. 

She looked up and saw that Bruce was driving into the yard. He had taken her 
new car and she wondered where he had gone with it. She got up and went to 
the door to welcome him home and when he got out of the car, he saw her and 
grinned. 

"I went after your present," he said. 

He opened the trunk of the car and got out a big box. She saw the perforated 
holes in the box and she sighed. He had gotten her a pet and she didn't want 
a pet. 

She stepped back to let him walk into the house and then he set the box on 
the floor of the living room and he bent down to open it. A fluffy white 
poodle plunged out of the container and it sat up and gazed up at her for a 
moment. She bent and gathered it into her arms and the dog began licking her 
cheek and she held it to her tightly, loving it. 

"That is Fluffy," Bruce said. "I bought him as a present for you. I know 
that he will give you many hours of bliss, many hours of very real 
enjoyment." 

"Thank you, dear," she said. She stepped close and kissed Bruce's cheek and 
when he took the dog from her, she hated to let him go. 

"Come upstairs," Bruce said. "I want you to get acquainted with Fluffy." 

She followed him upstairs and when he pushed her down on their bed, she felt 
decidedly guilty about letting the little dog see what might take place in a 
bedroom. 

Bruce was holding the dog under his arm and when she settled back against 
the pillows, he opened her robe and then her legs. He put the poodle down 
between her legs and in a moment the dog had zeroed in on her little slit 
and he began licking her there. She started to push the small animal away 
but then she began to feel the delightful sensations that the dog's tongue 
was inducing in her cunt and she began to come right away. 

Bruce was standing beside the bed, watching her. He seemed to be very 
pleased with the way things were going. Linda was bouncing around and 
squirming on the bed and the poodle was sitting down and licking her whole 
crotch quite ambitiously and steadily. Linda's legs opened up like a flower 
that feels the sunshine and she was deliriously happy and thrilled with the 
little animal and its skillful tongue. 

"The dog is trained to do that," Bruce said. "There's a guy a few miles out 
of town who raised them. He says that the dog will lick for hours, so when 
I'm not around and you are horny, let Fluffy give you a little fun." 

"Oh, I will," Linda said breathlessly. The little tongue was becoming more 
and more expert and the animal was licking and devouring her juices as fast 
as she released them and she began having one orgasm after another. She 
reached for the bulge in Bruce's pants and when she got his stiff cock out, 
she began licking it as concentratedly as her new pet. 

The little dog was a very wonderful gift and as the animal continued to lick 
her most sensitive parts, she sighed and gave herself up to voluptuous joys 
and when she popped Bruce she devoured him with a shameless gluttony. But, 
he didn't complain. 

After all, giving her the educated dog had been his own idea. 

She loved Bruce dearly. He had so many nice ideas. 

 Chapter Three 

Carol and Fred arrived shortly before noon and by then the poodle had done 
wonders for Linda. And, perhaps in gratitude, she had done great things for 
Bruce. 

She was deeply grateful and utterly delighted with the dog. She found that 
the little animal would lick her vulva and her asshole steadily and eagerly, 
and each time she experienced an orgasm the little animal seemed to be 
especially excited and expert with his little tongue. She found that she 
could place the dog on her belly and he would lick her breasts and nibble at 
her nipples with great ardor and steady intentness. There was a trick 
required for that type of attention, however. Bruce told her about it. She 
had to rub her palms over her slippery and saturated vulva and then smear 
the juices on her breasts. Then the dog would be as eager to lick her boobs 
as he was to lick her cunt. 

Linda and Bruce had been able to enjoy a morning with the dog and their own 
horny inclinations without any fears of being interrupted by Fred and Carol. 
Fred had called rather early to say that he and his beautiful young bride 
would not be able to come to visit until about noon, and even then they 
would not be able to bring the youngsters. Rachel, their gorgeous teenager, 
was under the weather and feeling beastly, as Fred put it, and the twins 
were already off on a hiking trip with some friends. But it would all work 
out quite nicely anyway. 

Linda was conscious of a feeling of disappointment that really didn't last. 
When Bruce put the phone down and told her about the way things were at that 
time, Linda was very much involved with a delicious orgasm brought on by the 
poodle's insatiable tongue and she really didn't care too much about 
anything else. 

Someone rang the doorbell when it was nearly noon and Bruce went to collect 
a letter with postage due from the mailman. The interruption put an end to 
Linda's eager excitements with the little animal. 

The letter was unimportant but Linda became aware of the time and she 
suggested that she and Bruce shower and get dressed so that they could 
welcome Fred and Carol into their lives in fitting and sedate style. 

They were having a late cup of coffee on the patio when Fred and Carol 
arrived. Bruce got up to let them in and when they walked out onto the patio 
Linda was impressed by Carol's exquisite and virginal beauty. She was 
wearing a hot pink sweater, a matching miniskirt, and sheer pantyhose. She 
wore heels and both girls knew that they did marvelous things for Carol's 
glorious legs. 

Carol's light blonde hair was shining in the morning sunlight and her big 
green eyes were practically glowing with excitement. She took a deep breath 
and her firm breasts pushed against her sweater and it was obvious that she 
wore no bra. The pointed goodies on her chest were real and glorious and 
Linda was shocked when she became aware of her sudden desire to feel Carol's 
breasts, to kiss them, to suck them. She had never tried the lesbian route 
but Carol was so pretty, she virtually inspired such thoughts. 

Fred was a handsome man, tall, well built, and he made her tingle with 
excitement every time he looked at her. She was glad that they were going to 
try some new things with Carol and Fred. They were handsome young people and 
utterly depraved, if Carol's claims could be believed; devoted exclusively 
to sex. 

"The twins are off on some expedition of their own," Carol said, "and Rachel 
was nursing a headache when we left. I think it is her sinuses. She is such 
a delicate child. She is very anxious to meet you two. After all, she is 
decidedly oversexed, just like the boys. We thought that we might spend the 
day here and then, if you like, we can go to our place." 

Bruce smiled at her. "You don't like our little hideaway here?" 

Carol took one of the cigarettes from the pack on the aluminum table and she 
laughed at Bruce's question. 

"I love your hideaway," she said, "and that business with the big gates is 
so reassuring, but we have lots of very special equipment and gadgets at our 
place. You two might want to try all of them. That is what I have in my 
mind." 

Linda said, "What sort of equipment?" 

Carol smiled at her eagerness and very obvious excitement. "Oh, we have some 
very sophisticated furniture. Things like whipping benches and racks, all 
sorts of whips and paddles and we have lots of aphrodisiacs. Oh, lots of 
things." 

Fred leaned forward so that he could drop the ash from his cigarette into 
the tray. 

"We are very proud of one piece that we have," he said. "It comes complete 
with built-in and adjustable dildos. A girl can set the machine so that she 
has one dildo busy in her rear end while another one screws her quite 
vigorously and for as long as she can stand it. Oh, we have spent a lot of 
money on things to heighten our fun. And, just in case we haven't got the 
very latest, we have several salespeople who attend our group meetings and 
offer us new and more interesting gadgets. We try to keep up with things." 

Linda smiled as she glanced first at Bruce and then at Fred. Carol was 
watching her, she knew, and she could tell that she had aroused the pretty 
young blonde, and she knew instinctively, that Carol would be bisexual, 
equally ardent with cock or cunt. 

"Oh, I certainly want to try that kind of equipment," Linda said. "I just 
can't wait." 

"We will go to our place either tonight or tomorrow morning," Fred said. 
"Why don't you take us for a tour of your place here to start with? It's 
really a very magnificent house, and the grounds are beautiful. So well 
tended. Do you do it yourself?" 

Bruce shook his head and stared at the beautiful Carol with his hunger for 
her showing quite plainly. 

He licked his lips and said, "No. We have people who come in and care for 
the grounds and the pool. We have very good people who handle our problems; 
so we just think of sex." 

Linda was shaking as she stood up and waited for the others to go along with 
her. Fred moved over so that he could take her hand and his touch was warm 
and intimate. She turned and he pulled her into his embrace and he began 
kissing her, using his hands to feel her breasts and her pubis and then the 
hidden folds of exciting flesh. He was turned on and she felt a moment of 
pride and great ardor, too. 

"I am going to fuck you silly, my dear," Fred said, whispering the words 
into her ear. She shivered and then she saw that Bruce had Carol in his 
arms, too, and they were necking like mad and using their hands to feel each 
other's most interesting parts. Linda remembered that she had always wanted 
to watch Bruce very carefully and closely if he ever made love to another 
girl in front of her just so that she could better estimate his love for 
her, but once Fred began using his hands on her most intimate parts, she 
forgot about everything else. 

Carol put a temporary halt to things. She pushed Bruce away from her and 
then she smiled at him. 

"We'd better get on with our tour of the house," she said. "I really do want 
to see it, you know. Perhaps we can pry Linda loose from that lovable lecher 
of mine and we can go on." 

Fred turned his head so that he could grin at his wife. "She has a shaved 
cunt, my dear," he said, "You know how that turns me on. I just love a 
shaved cunt." 

"Doesn't everybody?" Carol said, smiling. 

Linda was trembling and she was having trouble getting her wind. She had 
heard it said that for those who could enjoy group sex or the mate-swapping 
practices, sex was always far out and the thrills and pleasures were 
overwhelming. She was beginning to believe it. 

Carol suggested that they go into the kitchen and have some coffee and get 
themselves calmed a bit. Then they would look at the house and perhaps their 
tour would end in the bedroom and things could go on from there. 

Carol helped with the coffee things and they talked and visited for a while. 
Bruce explained that his folks had owned the estate and when they passed on 
he had inherited it but he had not thought of living in the place until he 
met and married Linda. She had heard much about Hidden Knolls and she wanted 
to live in the big house and enjoy the privacy that it offered. 

"I had heard that this community was practically filled with swingers and 
swappers and sex clubs and like that," Linda said. "I love Bruce very dearly 
but I figured that we would want to try something new every little once in a 
while." 

Carol said, "You can get anything that you want here. Some of the groups 
have whipmasters, if you like that kick, both female and male, people who 
have become so well trained and so skilled in their little tricks that they 
can furnish undreamed of ecstasies for those who like that sort of thing. 
Some of the groups have girls and guys who have become expert in the 
acupuncture bit and when they stick the needles into a cunt or a guy's balls 
and his cock, the ecstasies that they can induce and sustain in the body are 
fantastic. Naturally, all of this costs money, lots of money, but so many of 
us feel that it is far more sensible to spend our money on the sybaritic 
pleasures and try to enjoy the life that is left to us. So, that is what we 
do here." 

Linda was just dying to ask them about their youngsters and as soon as she 
got the chance, she did. 

She spoke to Carol. "Do you take your children to the meetings, too?" she 
asked. 

The lovely young blonde laughed at that. She shook her head slowly and she 
glanced at her smiling husband. 

"No," she said. "That would not be permitted. They all insist that no one 
under the legal age of consent can attend a group meeting. But the kids 
found out about our activities and they insisted upon talking intelligently 
about their needs. We finally realized that our lovely daughter is only 
thirteen but she is quite grown up and very well developed. It was 
inevitable that she should begin to think about sex and get into the stream 
of things. She told us that she would often masturbate as much as a dozen 
times a day, if she got the chance. The boys, too, were doing the same 
thing. 

"We talked things over very carefully and when we came to a decision, we did 
what was necessary and we enjoyed it." 

Carol sat back and her glorious breasts were standing straight out. Bruce 
was eyeing them gluttonously and Linda knew it and she didn't care. 

"Tell us about it," she implored Carol. "Tell us just how you let the kids 
begin. Please." 

"That will really turn Linda on," Bruce said. "Me too." 

Carol reached out to pat Fred's hand and she smiled at him, adoring him. 

"I suppose it would be interesting," she said. 

"There isn't anything really terrible about it," Fred said. "We are no 
different from friends we have who buy and keep slaves. I'm sure you have 
heard all about that practice by now, haven't you?" 

Linda was astonished and it showed on her face. Bruce looked at her and she 
simply shook her head. Carol smiled at her ignorance. 

"Darling," she said, "there are so many displaced kids these days, lots and 
lots of ex-hippies and runaways who face a horrid future. There are agents 
who find such youngsters and sell them to young couples who want sex slaves. 
Naturally, a very pretty young girl brings a high price and they are always 
very willing to enter such a life. Many couples who can afford it will buy a 
boy and a girl, sometimes two boys and a girl and they will train these 
young people in ways of sex and enjoy them. Many youngsters will put on 
little orgies for the entertainment of their owners and then relieve their 
pent-up sexual feelings after the little tableau is ended. Oh, you kids have 
got a great deal to learn about what is going on these days. 

"Apparently," Linda said, smiling. She turned to Bruce, puckering her lips 
in a remote kiss. "Darling," she said, "why can't we buy a couple of slaves? 
I would just love that." 

"I would, too," Bruce said, grinning. "Tell us some more about that kind of 
carrying on." 

Carol laughed at his eagerness to learn. She lit a cigarette and took a sip 
of her coffee. 

"Well, of course, these young kids who become sex slaves are represented as 
adopted nieces or nephews and they are sent to school and their newfound 
relatives take the very best care of them. Some slaves have grown up with 
their owners. They have been sent to colleges and universities and they live 
very well. And, of course, they volunteer for such a life. Some couples will 
take a couple of slaves and after they have gotten used to them or bored 
with them, they will swap them or sell them and get new ones. The agents 
always have lots of new and eager youngsters who have learned their skills 
the hard way and are now eager to live the good life. No one cares about 
these young people, the orphanages and homes for runaways are too crowded 
and the whole thing resolves itself. Who knows what takes place behind the 
innocent facade of any house? No one knows, and no one cares. That's the way 
it is nowadays." 

Linda was suddenly too excited to sit still. She got to her feet and she 
moved around the kitchen putting things away while she talked with her 
guests. 

"I would love to have a couple of youngsters," she said. "The very idea 
entrances me. And, I just know that Bruce and I would be very good to them. 
I think we'd better think about this some more. We must talk about it 
again." 

Carol thought that Linda's excitement was cute and she couldn't repress a 
smile. She reached out and pulled Linda into a quick hug and Linda realized 
that she was trembling wildly as the lovely young blonde kissed her and then 
let her go. 

"You will learn all about slaves and that kind of fun," Carol promised. "We 
know the local brokers and they will be delighted to talk business with you. 
They bring you an album of photos of their young people available for 
adoption and then if you like any of them, they arrange a meeting and then 
you can-adopt the young girl or boy or both. You can arrange for the 
"adoption" of as many young people as you want." 

"Don't they resent being used as sexual objects?" Linda asked. 

Carol shook her head. "No," she said, smiling. "Remember, they are seeking 
that kind of life. They volunteer for slavery and sexual exploitation. I 
remember one cute little girl that I talked to in the home of a couple that 
we know and like and she said that she loved sex. She thrived on any form of 
sex and she was unbelievably beautiful. Her complexion was glorious, and she 
was in excellent health. She attributed her excellent health and well-being 
to a busy and steady sex life. Too, she was convinced that her diet of 
sexual fluids kept her in a state of good health. Many girls believe that 
swallowing semen will do great things for their complexion and their general 
health. And, I think that they are right. I believe it myself." 

Something about the conversation they were having and the nearness of Fred 
and Carol was affecting Linda disastrously and she could feel the trickling 
sensations of liquid orgasms in her loins and she was on fire with raw 
sexual urgings, too fired up to conduct anyone on a tour of the house. 

Carol and Fred and Bruce were equally excited and they were very much aware 
of Linda's growing helplessness. 

"The hell with this," Carol said quickly. "Let's go into the bedroom and get 
at each other. We can look at the house and gab later on." 

Linda looked at Carol with an expression of great thankfulness. She wanted 
to say something, to let Carol know that she had said just what she had 
hoped for because she was really too sexually stimulated to carry on an 
intelligent conversation and she suspected that they were all in the same 
condition. 

They arrived in the master bedroom but Linda was never aware of the trip. 
She was sure that her mind flaked out on her and when she was aware of 
things again, she felt Fred's hands on her person. He was unbuttoning things 
and when she felt the touch of his hands on her bare breasts she had a 
quick, convulsive orgasm and she was sure that it was a very wet one and 
that she would be leaking all over the place. She opened her eyes and saw 
that Carol and Bruce were tearing at each other's clothes and then she felt 
Fred's fingers in her slit and one slid into her depths and she collapsed 
onto the bed with a soft little moan of pure bliss. Her hands were busy too 
and she had a firm grasp on Fred's hard cock. She used one hand to unbuckle 
his belt and drop his pants and then his shorts while her other hand kept 
its hold on his cock. He was shaking and she knew that he was trying to get 
his cock into her and she was aching to feel its hardness all the way up to 
her tonsils. She guided him with her fingertips and he was on top of her and 
then he was plunging in and out of her with frantic speed and eagerness. 

She flung her legs upwards and they locked around his waist and she could 
hear the shrill, whistling noises she was making in her nostrils and her 
throat and then her body was vibrating against him as an orgasm of great 
magnitude almost split her in two. She was weeping and sobbing, torn and 
twisted cruelly by exceptional pleasures. He began pumping his juices into 
her and she could feel the hot spatters against her aroused depths and she 
came all over again, too stimulated to contain herself. 

He collapsed on top of her and she relaxed and seemed to flow into the 
sheets like something liquid and used and suddenly unnecessary anymore. He 
kissed her mouth, warmly, sweetly and that revitalized her and gave her a 
brand-new lease on life and its pleasures. She turned her head to one side 
and she could see that Bruce was naked and plunging himself into the lovely 
young blonde. Carol was just as wild for it as she was and she could see the 
way the lovely white thighs squeezed and imprisoned Bruce's body. Carol was 
threshing around and squealing and the way Bruce was ploughing himself into 
her, she could see the wet, glistening valley between Carol's legs. She was 
overcome by a sudden desire to lick the pretty young girl's skin there, to 
taste the juices of their union, and then her mind skidded off again as Fred 
began moving in her sheath again. She was squirming her hips against his 
thighs and she could feel his hot breath against the side of her throat. 
When he began moving in her again she was too aroused and delighted by 
sensual ecstasies to pay too much attention to anything other than the 
things that she and Fred were doing. She knew that Bruce and Carol were 
having a nice time, too, and she was glad of that. 

She soared for a long time, then Fred was bursting in her again and she was 
spending her own energies and juices. When he collapsed on her, they clung 
together, shaking and gasping for air for a long time. 

When he withdrew, she felt empty and used. He had enjoyed himself, she knew, 
and she had done very well for herself, too. Bruce was sitting up, his cock 
as soft as Fred's and when he found her cigarettes, she held her hand out 
for one. Bruce gave her a funny little grin as he handed her the cigarette. 
He was still shaken and struggling for calm. She looked at Carol and she 
could see that the gorgeous young blonde was still turned on, shaking with 
frenzies that simply would not quit. 

Carol was moving over toward her and she could see the intent, avid look in 
the lovely face. She knew, instinctively, what Carol was after and she 
opened her legs and welcomed the girl into her leaking crotch. Carol began 
licking her slit and the delicate touch of the tiny tongue began affecting 
her and she was off into orbit again in short order. Carol slid her long 
legs and luscious thighs close to Linda's face and she made the next move 
herself. She reacted without thinking, without making a big thing out of her 
first lesbian encounter. Carol's tiny little slit was exuding the fruits of 
Bruce's balls and she ached with a quick and sudden hunger for the nectars 
that their sexual efforts had released. 

When Carol rolled on top of her so that she could bend her head down between 
Linda's smooth white thighs, she moved her head so that her open mouth was 
glued to Carol's overflowing slit. She began sliding her tongue in and out 
of the small opening and she felt Carol's hips quivering and then the warm 
little opening was clenching and spilling new honey into her avid mouth. She 
could feel the wild and delicious thrills that Carol's lips and tongue and 
clever hands were inducing in her own body and she began to duplicate the 
lovely sensations for Carol. She was sure that she adored the pretty little 
blonde and she loved the taste of Carol's cunt and she would love to spend 
many future hours doing what they were doing and learning how to provide 
even better thrills for her brand-new friend. 

She had no idea how long she and Carol sucked each other's cunt, but she 
finally sat up, alert again, sated temporarily, and she took the cigarette 
that Bruce handed her and she matched his grin, unashamed, as happy and at 
ease as Carol was. 

"I had a grand time," she said. "I think it's just lovely to get fucked and 
then to join a girl for some real fun. Thank you, Carol, for teaching me 
some new tricks." 

Carol was playing with Bruce's stiff cock and she had a soft, bemused smile 
on her face. She turned her head to look at Linda and she put her other hand 
on Bruce's balls. 

"You would have gotten around to eating cunt sooner or later," Carol said. 
"A cunt that is filled with honey is the very nicest one of all." 

No one answered her. They were all busy watching her. She had a slack, 
turned-on expression on her face and Linda was not at all surprised to see 
Carol bend her head so that she could lick and kiss the head of Bruce's 
cock. He sat back against the bed's headboard and he had a funny-looking 
grin on his face as Carol began sucking him off. She was bobbing her head up 
and down, moving slowly so that he was actually fucking her in her mouth and 
when he was close to coming, they were able to see Carol easing off. She let 
him calm a bit and then she began giving him head again and her cheeks 
hollowed and caved in from the force of her suction and they could see the 
way her tongue was slowly moving from side to side. 

Linda was watching Carol's efforts with Bruce and she finally noticed that 
Fred had a brand-new hard on for her and she put her hand around it while 
her fingers played with his balls and tickled them. Fred was squirming as he 
watched his beautiful young bride sucking Bruce's cock and he began fondling 
Linda's breasts with his eager fingers. He moved closer so that he could 
suck her nipples. She began to writhe and squirm in the delicious agony that 
always began in her when she was sexually aroused and she slid into a 
sixty-nine of sorts with Fred. He was sucking her fiercely, greedily and she 
was on top of him, grinding her sexual parts into his mouth while he used 
his tongue and his hands and his mobile lips in efforts that gave her many 
new and intense thrills. 

Fred was expert when it came to eating pussy, she knew, and she was filled 
with a sense of gratitude and gladness. She used her mouth and her tongue on 
his cock and his balls and she tried to postpone his orgasm as long as she 
could. Her own greed thwarted her efforts and she reached a point where she 
came with a fierce, frenzied series of quivers and clenchings and she was 
not able to control her mouth or her tongue. She forced Fred into coming and 
he flooded her mouth and her throat with a tremendous torrent of honey and 
she swallowed him eagerly, quickly, too disorganized to do anything but 
enjoy all that she could feel and taste and know. 

She sensed, somehow, that she had given Fred a very nice time for a while 
and she was very happy about that. Her senses drifted on tides of ecstasy 
and there came a time when she could hear Bruce and Carol talking. They were 
discussing her. 

"Sometimes my pretty little wife gets carried away when she is sucking 
cock," Bruce was saying. "She just can't get enough of it. Poor Fred, he 
looks like he is about wrung out." 

Carol laughed and she took a puff on the cigarette that she was holding in 
her hand. The ashtray was close to her on the nightstand beside the bed and 
she put the cigarette there and let it smolder for a while. 

"The boys will be delighted with Linda," Carol said happily. "They love to 
be sucked and they are inexhaustible. I know. There have been days when the 
boys have been at home with me and Rachel and I have tried to suck them dry 
but it was never possible. We would take turns, you know, she would suck 
Bobby while I was doing Bunny and then she would take on Bunny and I would 
do Bobby. We have spent many days with the boys trying to deplete them, but 
it just doesn't seem to work. Naturally, we let them suck, too, so while I 
am doing one of the boys, he is sucking my cunny, too. We have some very 
grand times and I certainly hope that you and Linda will want to join us." 

"I can tell you now," Bruce said, "we will." 

Linda eased her mouth off Fred's cock and she sat up, still a bit dazed, but 
reasonably calm at last. 

Carol handed her a cigarette and after they began to talk it seemed that 
each, of them became aware that they were naked and there was a moment of 
nervousness, then they were completely at ease with each other. The way 
Carol was looking at her person thrilled Linda and she was glad that she had 
a good body. When she inventoried Carol's charms, she had to be quite 
generous with praise. 

"Now would be a good time for a tour of the house," Carol said. "We can put 
some things on and when we are downstairs again, the boys can bring in the 
bags that are in the car. We have some very fancy gadgets that we brought 
along and we will certainly want to try them all out." 

"We sure will," Bruce said. 

They were all hungry for food and Carol offered to help with fixing lunch. 
She got dressed in her skirt and a blouse and watched as Linda got into 
something that would cover her nakedness. It was Carol's idea that they put 
on some clothing. She said that the men would be at them constantly if they 
wandered around in the altogether. 

Carol admired the poodle, Fluffy, when they found the dog in its little bed. 
When Linda told Carol of the dog's eager and expert efforts with its tongue, 
Carol insisted that she would have to try the little dog. She laid down on 
the living room rug and let the dog lick her between her legs and she was 
quite delighted by what the little dog could do for her. 

Finally, she pushed the animal away and she got up onto her feet again. She 
went out into the kitchen with Linda and she began helping with the lunch 
preparations. Bruce and Fred were getting the bags from the car and Linda 
stood for a moment, gazing at the lush, ethereal beauty that Carol 
possessed. She was so gloriously fashioned, so delicately made and even as 
she gazed enviously into Carol's lovely eyes, Linda knew that they were 
going to be very close friends. That pleased her. 

The two girls worked for a time and then the food was ready and they placed 
it on the table. Bruce and Fred had carried the suitcases in from the car 
and Carol told them to take the bags upstairs. She would explain all of 
their goodies to Linda and Bruce after they had some lunch. 

Linda was conscious of a high level of excitement that kept her squirming in 
her chair while they ate. She was glad when they were all fed and she and 
Carol loaded the dishwasher. They went upstairs again then and both of the 
men had huge erections. She knelt on the bed between Fred's legs and sucked 
him off quickly, while Carol did the same for Bruce. Then it was time to 
look at the bag of goodies that Carol and Fred had brought. 

There were many dildos of various sizes and some were quite sophisticated. 
Linda lay on her back and let Fred neck with her and fondle her breasts, 
while Carol strapped on a double-pronged dildo. One prong fitted into 
Carol's asshole while another one fitted into her cunt with twin prongs 
jutting out from the heavy rubber triangle that covered her bald pelvis. The 
twin prongs fitted into Linda's asshole and cunt, too, and the gadget was 
fashioned so that its cleverest part teased and stimulated the girls' 
clitorises while it was being used. 

Carol became fiercely animated and savage when once she began screwing Linda 
and that was just fine with her, Linda thought. There were unguents and 
salves and all sorts of lotions that could be smeared upon sensitive, tender 
flesh and induce thrills that were merely increased or intensified by the 
continued sexual fun and games. 

Bruce and Linda spent the entire day enjoying the sexual orgies that their 
new friendship with Fred and Carol afforded them. When the day was over, 
Linda felt that she had enjoyed the most wonderful day of her life. 

Carol and Fred stayed for dinner with them and then Carol asked if they 
would like to come and spend a few days at their home and get acquainted 
with the youngsters that were constantly brightening up their parents' 
lives. 

Linda was too worn out to want to visit for a while, but she thought that 
she would like to be with Fred and Carol and their youngsters at another 
time. 

"Any time at all," Carol said, smiling. "There is a meeting of the troup 
tomorrow evening and we will recommend that you two be invited to attend the 
meeting and join our club. And if you think that poodle of yours is a 
treasure, just wait till you meet Rex. He is a big Doberman who belongs to 
one of the girls. The things that he will do to you will thrill you 
something wild. He will make you climb the walls." 

Linda looked at Bruce and she grinned. 

"That's the kind of talk I like to hear," she said. "Bring on Rex. I can 
imagine having lots of fun with him." 

Fred and Carol left finally, and she and Bruce went up to bed, too worn out 
to do anything but lie in close proximity to each other so that they could 
talk and touch each other and discuss their reactions to swapping. 

Oddly enough, Linda found that she could love Bruce even more now that he 
and she had enjoyed the sexual benefits of others. And they were sure that 
they wanted to enjoy all of the many thrills and pleasures that could be in 
store for them. 

"I think we should look into the possibility of buying a couple of slaves," 
Linda said, smiling into Bruce's eyes. "Think how much fun we could have 
with a couple of very young people whose sole interest in life would be 
making us happy in any way that we might think up. I love that sort of 
thinking." 

"I do, too," Bruce said. "I promise that we will look into the whole 
business. Wait till we have attended a meeting of Fred's club. I have an 
idea that we will meet other nice people. People that we will be glad to 
have for friends and sex activities of all kinds." 

"I would like to have gone to visit with Fred and Carol and their adorable 
kids," Linda said, "but I just overdid things a bit, I guess. Now all that I 
want to do is sleep." 

"Me, too," Bruce said. "Good night, lover." 

She kissed him sweetly, hotly. 

"Good night, dear," she said. 

 Chapter Four 

It was late in the morning when he woke and he was alone in the bed. He 
could hear Linda making noises out in the kitchen and then he was able to 
smell the fragrance of frying bacon and strong coffee. He was suddenly 
starving and when Linda walked in, carrying a tray in her arms, he was sure 
that he adored her with a deep affection that was almost sickness. 

She flashed him a big grin as she placed the tray on the bedside table. She 
had been up for some time, it seemed. Her bright golden hair was brushed and 
shimmering in the morning sunlight and she was wearing a transparent robe 
that did little to conceal but much to inflame. She lit a cigarette and 
placed it in his lips and then she put one knee on the bed as she bent to 
kiss him. She touched his lips with her hot, swollen mouth and he was amazed 
to find that she was really turned on already. She moved slightly and her 
robe fell apart and her gorgeous breasts were poking their nipples into his 
face and he had to give them a lick and a quick kiss. She shivered and he 
noticed that her nipples were standing straight out like bullets. When he 
saw the hard, coral tips bristling he realized that she had already had 
several orgasms. Her nipples always stuck way out when she came. 

She cupped her breasts in her palms and she lifted them, squeezed them. She 
was kneeling beside him, gazing down into his eyes and she was smiling her 
hoyden, passionate smile. He looked up as he heard the ticking sounds of the 
poodle's nails on the hardwood floor. The dog was following Linda and it 
moved over to settle down beside the bed. Linda glanced at the little white 
dog and her smile sparkled with great glee. 

"I've already fed him," she said. "What do you suppose he had for breakfast? 
And lots of it." 

"Cunt," Bruce said, grinning at her. 

She nodded. "Right. And, maybe he just might have some more. I am horny as 
hell this morning. If you want to begin eating your breakfast, I will join 
you. Then I will have some dessert and the dog can eat me while I eat you. 
How's that for thinking?" 

He kissed her. "Darling,' he said, "you are utterly depraved." 

"Sure am," she said contentedly. 

She slapped the surface of the bed and the poodle jumped up. She lay down 
and pulled the covers away from his body and then he could feel the wetness 
of her tongue against his balls and his cock and hear the liquid, slurping 
sounds that the little dog was making as it licked and nursed on Linda's 
flowing cunt. The animal was making weird little sounds in its throat and he 
could see that Linda was writhing and threshing in the throes of a 
magnificent orgasm. Obviously, the dog possessed tremendous talents and he 
was glad that he had thought of the little animal as a suitable present for 
Linda. 

She was sucking him gently, licking him and teasing his cock with her nimble 
tongue and he began eating, knowing that she would make it last for a long 
time. He was shaking and squirming as he tried to eat and let Linda suck him 
off but he had to give up on eating. The dog's eager little tongue was 
titillating Linda's sensitive flesh and she was reacting with a growing 
hunger for his product. Her nimble tongue did its insidious work and he 
gushed in her mouth. She began swallowing him slowly, sucking harshly and 
licking his meat while her hand jerked him off feverishly and eagerly. 

She moved away from him after a time and she lay on her back, her long, 
lissome legs shifting and moving as the little dog continued to lick her 
sexual parts. He watched for a time, enjoying the sight of Linda's frenzied 
orgasms and the savage reactions her body experienced. 

Her sexual flesh had the pale coral tint of the true blonde and before she'd 
removed her pubic hair her pelvic area had been covered with wispy, flaxen 
hair. The present appearance of her crotch was much more appealing. She had 
tiny petals for labia, and the little puckered rosebud that nestled daintily 
between her legs looked to be much too small to ever accept a masculine 
prong. But he knew that her tightness was elastic, accommodating that which 
was put into it. He was sort of big and Fred had been well hung, but Linda's 
cute little cunt could handle either of them with ease and great bliss. 

She shivered and then her legs moved until they were far apart and he could 
see the quivering, spilling organ. The dog's tongue kept busy, like 
something geared to perpetual motion. The guy who had sold him the dog had 
bragged that the little animal would lick steadily for as long as eight or 
ten hours unless somebody stopped him. He knew that Linda would put an end 
to her ecstasies when she had had enough. 

He finished his breakfast and then headed for the shower. He stood under the 
stream of water, wondering if he and Linda were becoming too depraved. He 
didn't really think so. 

The thought of buying two handsome young people as slaves delighted him much 
more than he had let on. He had always been sexually stimulated beyond the 
ordinary by the thought of sex with the very young. Perhaps it was a 
holdover from his early days and the experiences that he had known when he 
was growing up. 

He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving, listening to the harsh 
sounds of Linda's ecstasies in the bedroom and as he stared at his own face, 
his mind wandered back into time and he wondered if a person was born 
oversexed or became exceptionally horny because of the things that they had 
done in their early days. 

He had been a lonely child. His folks were busy people, always traveling off 
somewhere and leaving him behind in the care of governesses. But he hadn't 
minded that too much. Not after he met Lola. She was his favorite governess 
and she had introduced him to the pleasures of sexual activity. 

She was a pretty girl, a bit plump, and her Nordic heritage was written all 
over her pleasant face. She was probably twenty-two when he first met her. 
His folks hired her when they were at the country place and he liked Lola on 
sight. She seemed to like him, too. He was about eleven or twelve and he had 
already learned about the pleasures he could get from playing with his 
sexual parts. He suspected that he had been a bit large for his age, but he 
was a big man now and that was probably why he developed sexually a little 
early. 

He and Lola were alone all of the time and she was so pretty and so matter 
of fact about things, he began asking her all sorts of questions about sex. 
She answered him as best she could and she began asking him questions. She 
made him admit that he masturbated often and then she threatened to tell his 
folks about his solitary sins. He panicked and he begged her not to tell his 
parents. She persuaded him to sign a confession wherein he admitted that he 
masturbated as often as he could and he added to his sins by trying to spy 
on Lola when she was dressing and he was constantly trying to look down her 
blouse and up her dress. He had signed the confession only because he had 
been afraid that Lola would leave him and she just might tell his folks 
about his misdeeds. He could recall the big, happy smile on Lola's face when 
she folded up the confession and put it away in her room. 

"Now," she said, when she returned to him, "we will have a new set of rules. 
From now on you do what I tell you to do and everything will be fine. If you 
disobey me, I will show your confession to your father and mother." She 
asked him if he understood and he nodded. Then she sighed and she pulled him 
close to her so that she could hug him to her breasts. He enjoyed that and 
she knew it. She told him that things were going to be quite a bit different 
and she sure meant it. 

Usually, she would send him to his room when it was bedtime and she would 
depend on him to take his bath and get into his night things. She would come 
into his room after he called her so that she could tuck him in and make 
sure that he was all right. Then she would go back to her other work and he 
would go to sleep. 

The night that she had his confession in her hands, things changed. She fed 
him his dinner and they watched some television, then she said that it was 
time for his bath. He went up to his room and he got undressed and into his 
bathtub. He was shocked when she opened his bathroom door and entered. She 
was smoking a cigarette and she smiled at him as he slid down into the 
shielding water in the tub. 

"I am going to give you a bath, Bruce," she said. "You can sit up." 

He tried to tell her that he didn't need any help, that he could take his 
bath by himself and do it very nicely. 

She smiled at him as she knelt beside the tub and began reaching for his 
privates under the water. She began handling him and in spite of his sense 
of outrage, he began getting hard and she seemed to be very happy about 
that. 

"It ain't what you want anymore, young man," she said. "Things will go my 
way for a change. You don't like what I'm doing, you can tell your folks and 
maybe get me fired. I'll give them your confession and we'll see what they 
say then." 

He was very much aroused and upset and frightened. "They can come walking in 
any minute," he said. 

Lola shook her head and her soft blonde hair bounced and danced around her 
shoulders. She was handling his privates and he was beginning to enjoy what 
she was doing to him. He was beginning to squirm and she kept on smiling at 
him. Then she began jerking him off and he began to feel the heavy, 
pleasure-pain that usually ended his masturbatory sessions. 

"Your folks won't be home until very late," Lola said. "Your father called 
and said that they were staying in town to see a show and they would dine 
out. So, we have lots of time to play games and have some fun. Now tell the 
truth, don't you like what I am doing to you? " He nodded and she laughed. 
She was very happy about things and he could tell that he was pleasing her. 
She washed him and then she told him to stand up so that she could dry him 
off. He was still hard and she handled his cock with very evident pleasure. 
She put her arm behind his buttocks and she held him to her while she took 
his rigid cock into her mouth. She began sliding her mouth up and down on 
his hairless cock and her fingertips played with his balls. He nearly fell 
when her tongue stimulated him into another orgasm and she sucked him so 
hard she hurt him. When she took her mouth away his cock was almost purple 
from the fierce suction she had given it. She laughed as she held on to his 
sore cock and then she kissed him right on the tip of his cock. 

"You don't really come yet," she said. "But with lots of good food and lots 
of sucking, you will soon be shooting a real load. From now on I will take 
care of your privates. You just do what I tell you to do and everything will 
turn out just fine. All right?" 

He agreed because he was suddenly aware that he could have lots of fun with 
Lola and he was anxious to learn everything that there was to learn. 

And Lola was a good teacher. She would suck him off before she let him get 
out of bed in the morning and she would do it again before he went to sleep. 
During the day, she would be at him every chance that they got, and because 
they were alone so much, there was more than enough opportunity. 

Lola taught him how to suck her breasts, and then she taught him how to 
masturbate her, and then how to eat her. She had a deeply clefted, slippery 
cunt and there was always a great deal of juice hanging on it like dew and 
she kept making more. She taught him how to fuck her and then how to 
sodomize her and she was not at all ashamed when he discovered that she 
loved it in her ass best of all. He was her ever-willing cavalier, and an 
inexhaustible one, it seemed. 

There would be afternoons when he and Lola would be at home alone and she 
would invite him into her room and then get out of her clothes and they 
would lie on her bed while he went down on her and she took him into her 
mouth and she told him that such activity was known as a sixty-nine. 

She would make him come several times, and he would feast upon the drenched 
flesh between her legs and then they would have a rest period while she 
played with his genitals and he played with hers. Then she would use her 
mouth to make him hard and then she would want to be fucked. In every 
possible way. And, of course, he was always ready and eager to delight her. 

As time passed, he became as familiar with her body as he was with his own 
and he became aware of changes in his own sexuality. The sensations of 
orgasm had become intense and almost unbearably pleasant and he was 
expelling semen in great batches. Lola jerked him off one afternoon and she 
let him watch as his juice spurted from his overstimulated cock and splashed 
all over his belly. Lola licked it all up and then she explained to him that 
he was a man now and a very virile one at that. 

Each day was an orgy and he loved the life that he was living. Lola would 
wake him up every morning and suck him off at least once before she let him 
go to the bathroom. Then she would fix breakfast for them and after they 
disposed of the dishes, Lola would have him help her with the housework, 
then she would let him take her panties off and eat her. They would take 
some time out while she had some coffee and he had some cocoa. Then she 
would take him to bed with her and he would fuck her in her cunt and in her 
ass and between her tits and he liked that kind of fucking very much. When 
he was close to coming she would lick his cock each time he thrust it up 
close to her mouth and when he was ready, she would let him come in her 
eager mouth and suck him for as long as necessary to finish him off. 

She would make him suck her cunt while he was resting and then they would 
continue fucking and sucking all day long. -Now that he could look back and 
think about his life with Lola, he had to realize that he had performed 
quite nobly for her. And she had been splendid for him, too. 

It was her belief that a young man should know all about his own sexuality 
and what he liked best and she was always telling him that he must try 
everything so that he would know what he liked best. 

He was willing to try anything that Lola could suggest and he got around to 
living a rather full life because of Lola and her inclinations. 

One afternoon he and Lola were resting on her bed and she was letting him 
smoke a cigarette while she casually masturbated in front of him. He got up 
to go to the bathroom and when he returned to the bed he knocked Lola's 
purse from the chair it was resting upon and the purse skidded across the 
bedroom floor. He followed it and picked it up and Lola's wallet fell from 
the purse and landed on the carpeting, opened up so that he could see the 
pictures of two handsome youngsters staring at him. He looked at the 
pictures as he carried the purse and the wallet back to Lola. She took the 
wallet from him and she looked at the pictures, too. 

The girl in the picture looked to be about thirteen or fourteen and she was 
an incredibly beautiful blonde. Her eyes were large and the colored picture 
showed that they were a gray-green color. Her mouth was soft and full and 
the lower lip seemed to protrude slightly, giving her a look of petulant 
impatience. She was smiling and her long straight hair framed her face in a 
sharp peak and when he stared at her, he found that he was trembling. The 
boy in the other picture seemed to be about fifteen, maybe older. He was 
tall, handsome, and he looked so much like the blonde that their 
relationship was obvious. Lola put the pictures up to her mouth and she 
kissed each one. Then she put the wallet back into her purse. 

"That is Essie and Norman," Lola said. "They are the children where I-used 
to work. They are my dear friends and I love them." 

Bitterly, he said, "I suppose you seduced them, too." 

Lola burst out with a loud peal of merry laughter. "Of course," she said. 
"They insisted upon learning all about sex. What could I do?" 

She was so matter of fact about it he was sure that she was fooling. The 
girl looked to be too virginal, too lovely to be seduced or exploited. 
Thinking about the things that Lola was revealing, he wondered if the two 
youngsters were among those whom she was always calling on the telephone. 
Lola made lots of phone calls. 

She loved sex, television, and phone calls, probably in that order. 

"Why did you leave the place you last worked?" he asked. 

Lola smiled as she squeezed his stiffening cock and she moved so that she 
could kiss him, wetly, hotly, her tongue moving in and out in his mouth like 
an energetic snake's. 

"The family was going to Europe for a year," Lola said. "They wished me to 
go along, but I would not. So, I came to work here and I have been happy 
here." 

"Do you ever see those kids anymore?" 

"Of course. Whenever I can get away. Perhaps they will want to come and 
visit me here and meet you. Would you like that, baby?" 

A sudden surge of sexual excitement almost suffocated him and he ached with 
a yearning to meet the pretty young girl whose picture had charmed him. He 
nodded and Lola laughed. 

"That's good," she said, "because I told Essie about you and she wants to 
meet you, too. Maybe I will invite those kids over for a weekend sometime." 

"I wish you would," he said. "She's nice. Real pretty." 

Thinking about Lola's reaction to his words made him shiver now. She had 
looked at him with an odd gleam in her eyes and a funny-looking smile on her 
face. She had patted the bed beside her chest and when he moved closer to 
her, she hugged him, kissed him, whispering against his lips, "I will have 
those kids come and visit, baby, believe me, I will." 

She put her hands on his genitals again and then she was kissing him and 
licking him. Soon they were screwing and he went a little crazy thinking 
about the pretty little blonde girl and he kept on thinking of her as a 
child. And that was a mistake. She was a long way from being a child. 

His parents went away for a weekend and Lola -explained to him that her 
previous employers were very wealthy people and they were always on the go, 
too. She called the girl, Essie, and learned that Essie's parents were 
jetting to the Riviera for a few days and the kids did not want to go. When 
Lola invited them to visit with her in her new home, Essie said that she 
would see. Later that same day, Essie called to tell Lola that her folks 
would love to have them visit with Lola for a few days. They were going on 
one of their usual weekend jaunts and they would gladly pay Lola for looking 
after them. Lola laughed at that and he could not understand why it was 
funny. Lola told Essie that she and her brother could come to visit whenever 
they were ready. Essie told Lola that the chauffeur would drop them off a 
bit later. 

Lola was happier than he had ever seen her when she hung up the phone. She 
began moving around the house, ordering him to help her. Then she took a 
shower with him and she blew him a couple of times while they were in the 
shower. Afterward she put on a pretty dress and she suggested that he look 
as nice and as neat as possible. He could not understand why he had to make 
special preparations because the other kids were coming to visit. 

"I want Essie to like you," Lola said primly. 

He shrugged and simply did as he was told. He looked neat and quite 
handsome, Lola told him, when he was finally finished. He remembered that he 
was nervous, intimidated somehow by the glorious and glowing beauty of the 
girl in the photo. He wondered if she would equal the girl in the picture 
when he saw her in person. He remembered thinking about that. 

He could still remember too, the impact that he had felt when he finally met 
Essie and felt the force of her beauty and her personality. She and her 
brother arrived at his house late in the day and he and Lola helped the 
chauffeur carry in their bags. There were five suitcases, he recalled, and 
he wondered how many bags they would require if they went on a visit for a 
month. He learned later that Essie was the kind who had lots of pretty 
clothes and enjoyed wearing them. She would change outfits a dozen times if 
she couldn't decide what to wear. 

Once the chauffeur departed, there was much kissing and hugging and squeals 
of pure joy from Essie. Then, he was presented to Norman, who was fifteen, 
and then to Essie who was fourteen. 

She was even prettier than her picture and he stood and stared at her in a 
way that made her big gray-green eyes sparkle with good humor and delight. 
She stood for a time, examining him with her big eyes, her smile twinkling 
at him. He was so overwhelmed by her sleek loveliness that he stood, 
tongue-tied, and just stared at her. She was wearing a pale blue blouse of 
satin and it was fashioned so that it cupped her breasts and showed them off 
to great advantage. They were a bit well developed for her age, he thought, 
but he was not really expert about such matters. 

She had a narrow waist and long, lovely legs that were exceptionally 
alluring in sheer pantyhose and high heels. Her hips and bottom were 
perfect, too, and she was wearing a pale blue skirt that seemed to match the 
blouse. He was not sure whether it was a miniskirt or a micromini, but it 
did show off everything. 

Essie gave a little laugh as she stepped close to him. She said, "Hi, 
Bruce." She stood on her toes and she kissed him and he felt her little 
tongue darting into his mouth. Then he felt her hand exploring his privates 
and he shivered. His head began to spin and he realized that she had grasped 
a hard on and she could easily tell how she affected him. She was smiling 
into his eyes, very obviously pleased with what she was handling. She let go 
for a moment so that she could unzip his fly, then her little hand moved 
inside and fondled his bare flesh. She had her mouth against his and her 
tongue was busy in his mouth but she managed to talk to him anyway. 

"There, that's better," she said softly. "You have a very nice cock, 
Brucie." 

Her fingers wrapped around his stiffened organ and she pulled it outside so 
that she could manipulate him unimpeded by his clothes. Her brother was 
necking with Lola and she was playing with his cock, too. He began to shake 
and he knew that he was expelling his sap and she knew it, too. It slid down 
between her hand and his cock and then it was all slippery and juicy and he 
was very close to coming. She seemed to know exactly how he was and she made 
a quick move and had his cock in her mouth. It was spurting something 
fierce, so hard that he was sure he would be making holes in the back of her 
throat, but she seemed well able to cope with him. 

She finished him off quite capably and when she stood up again she was 
licking her lips and her eyes looked a little bit out of focus. Lola was 
sucking Norman's cock, too and she popped him in a hurry. When she finished 
with him, she straightened up and she laughed at him and Essie, too. 

"Oh, I am so happy to have you kids come and visit," Lola said. "I just know 
that we will have so much fun." 

"I'm glad, too," Essie said, smiling at him, "I like Brucie and we will have 
lots of fun. Norman is still in love with you, Lola, and I guess that I am, 
too." 

Lola had fixed some cake and cocoa for her guests and they sat in the 
breakfast nook and ate the cake and sipped at the cocoa. Norman and Essie 
had their own cigarettes and they placed a package of them on the table and 
they all lit up. 

Essie turned to touch his arm with her little hand and she was smiling at 
him, liking him. 

"Lola has told me all about you and the lovely times that you and she have," 
Essie said. "We will all have fun now. I know that you like me and that you 
think I'm very pretty. I am much prettier with all of my clothes off." 

"She sure is," Norman said, grinning. "She has a sweet little pussy and it 
sure is pretty." 

"Norman," Essie said with mock dismay, "you mustn't say such things. Brucie 
will get the wrong idea and then he won't like my little gem when he gets at 
it. Now, you stop." 

"What wrong idea could he think?" Norman said. "There isn't anything that we 
don't do." 

"Of course, dear," Essie said, smiling at her brother. "I just don't want 
him to think that I make you do things." 

"Well, you do," Norman said. He was suddenly sullen. 

Remembering Essie now, years later, he shivered. She was unbelievably 
beautiful, incredibly virginal in appearance, and she seemed to be naive and 
utterly shy and sweet. Actually she was an aggressive and perverted bitch 
with little regard for the rights or sensibilities of those with whom she 
practiced her black arts. She was not at all dictatorial or outright 
domineering. It was rather that she inspired an earnest desire to please her 
in every way and when the dust settled and one looked back and remembered, 
the urge to shiver was always a part of the memory. 

He could remember how he was smitten and eager to do her bidding in any way. 
There were many ways in which he could please her and she made certain that 
he became acquainted with all of them before the weekend came to an end. 

It seemed that Lola and Essie were friends and they teamed up against him 
and Norman, but Essie's brother enjoyed anything that the two girls might 
think up. And, he supposed that he did, too. 

They spent little time having cocoa and cake. Essie was eager to get to the 
bedroom so that she could get her clothes off and get right down to 
business. She took a fancy to him and as soon as he was naked she insisted 
that he fuck her. She was glorious naked, with pert little breasts and 
pink-tipped nipples. Her buttocks were creamy smooth and her hairless crotch 
was entrancing. When she pushed his face down between her legs she didn't 
have to tell him what to do. He did it, capably and happily. 

Norman and Lola were already busy with each other's genitals and Lola was 
having herself a grand time. And he was having a good time too, so much so 
that he forgot all about time and place and everything except the very 
lovely young girl who was delighting him in such generous ways. 

Essie seemed to give all of her attentions to him and it was understandable. 
She could always play with her brother and she was delighted to have new 
material. They exhausted themselves in the master bedroom and when they 
finally bedded down for the night, he and Essie slept in each other's arms 
and Norman and Lola shared an embrace, too. 

Essie woke him in the morning. She was stark naked and eager to suck his 
cock. He wanted her to do it, too, but she insisted that he go down on her 
and they start the day with a nice sixty-nine. He was agreeable. He was 
always agreeable, no matter what Essie asked of him. 

Later in the day she began asking him to do things that he was sure he would 
not ordinarily do. She wanted him to fuck her and when he obliged her, she 
wrung him out with furious clenchings and savage writhings and drenching 
orgasms and when he had filled her tiny well with his young juices she urged 
him to go down on her and suck her treasures from her so that he could bring 
their juices to her hungry mouth in a honey kiss. 

Remembering, he felt a quick, queasy sensation in his stomach, not because 
of what he had done then, but of what he did later. Essie persuaded him to 
go down on Lola after Norman fucked her and he did it. She persuaded him to 
eat her pussy while Lola lay with her head beneath his hips, sucking his 
cock and tickling his balls while Norman screwed him in the ass. 

That afternoon Essie began suggesting that he should suck Norman's cock, and 
then he could see if he was bisexual. She kept at him and he finally did it. 
The two girls sat side by side on the bed watching him sucking Norman's cock 
and they were tickling him and fondling him when Norman came and he 
swallowed him as eagerly as could be and no one thought anything at all 
about it. He was bisexual from then on. 

Essie had been coached in the ways of sex by Lola and she admitted that 
there had been many males who spent many happy hours with her. She was 
inventive and demanding and because he adored her, he was her devoted and 
obedient slave. 

Saturday was a day of sexual fun and games that lasted from morning until 
they slept the sleep of utter exhaustion. That set in at midnight so he 
could recall a very busy day. 

The following day was a time of excesses. Essie was in a bitchy mood and she 
told Lola to leave the boys alone. She was going to spend the day taking 
turns with them and it seemed to him that she spent most of the day sucking 
his cock, but she did the same things to Norman. Lola was allowed to suck 
and lick Essie's cute little crotch and then he was persuaded to suck it 
while Essie knelt astride his face and settled her little cunt in his mouth. 
She was busy sucking his cock and tickling his balls once in a while, Norman 
would mount his sister and slide his cock into her while she shifted her 
hips so that her clit was in Bruce's mouth and Norman was screwing her. 

The day wore on and he began to feel that there was just too much ecstasy 
available to him. Late in the afternoon, his interest finally waned and that 
infuriated Essie. 

She whipped him with a belt and that restored his interest in her body and 
her little sexual projects, and, surprisingly, it aroused him to new and 
exceptional efforts. 

When Essie's visit finally came to an end, he was sorry to see her and her 
brother go. But, there was no need for sorrow on his part. That first 
weekend was only the beginning of years of constant association with Essie 
and Lola and Norman. He and Norman were quite easy with each other and they 
were able to spend many happy hours practicing their little tricks and no 
one cared. 

When he went off to college, he lost track of Norman but he ran into Essie 
years later. He met her brand-new husband and he pitied the poor bastard. 
The guy was nice-looking but he was a mouse and he could imagine the things 
that Essie would do to him. Essie reported that Norman was in South America 
working on an engineering project and she invited him to visit her and her 
husband and he said that he would. But he never did. He had gotten his fill 
of Essie during his young and formative years and he often wondered if she 
and her brother had done much to affect his present sexuality. He didn't 
really know, and he didn't really care. 

He had Linda and she was beautiful and ardent and eager to have fun in any 
way that he might like and he was glad of that. It pleased him to think 
about buying a couple of sex slaves. The idea was entrancing, and, of 
course, they could certainly afford a nice young couple. A boy for Linda and 
a girl for him. 

 Chapter Five 

The idea of taking a young couple into their home seemed to fascinate Linda 
and it also seemed to affect her sexual ardor. She kept talking about it 
constantly and she was always at him, handling his organs, sucking him, and 
smiling into his eyes as she teased him about how nice it could be if they 
had handsome young slaves who would devote all of their time toward pleasing 
them and delighting them in any fashion that they could think of. 

"I'm sure I would have some lovely ideas," Linda said musingly. "Oh, Bruce, 
dear, do think about it." 

He laughed at her and then he kissed her and he picked up the little poodle 
and tossed the animal onto the bed. Linda was sitting there, naked, molding 
her superb breasts while she thought about their glowing future. She shifted 
her legs so that the little animal could get at her slit and then sat back 
and enjoyed the work of the little dog's tongue. 

He was on "down time," a period when he had to rest because she had drained 
him dry for the time being. He went into the kitchen and fixed himself some 
coffee and he carried a cup back to Linda. She was writhing and wriggling on 
the bed, driven half crazy by the poodle's busy tongue. He watched her 
experience an exceptional orgasm. The dog kept right on and she let him. Her 
breasts were swollen charmingly and her coral nipples were hard and 
thrusting like eager little bullets. She squeezed her breasts harshly, 
cruelly, then she began to squirm and writhe again as a brand-new series of 
orgasms began in her. 

She was amazing, he thought. She could open her eyes in the morning and 
enjoy being worked on until midnight without any interruption. She was a 
machine, he supposed. He put her coffee cup down on the bedside table, then 
he bent and kissed her. She never even noticed. She was much too busy. 

He went into the bathroom and got under the shower. His head felt a little 
woozy and he would have to eat and rest for a while. He had let Linda suck 
him for too long, he assumed. He knew that whenever she sucked on him for 
hours on end, which she always liked to do, he would wind up lightheaded and 
a bit dazed, but he never complained. He was not about to complain now. 

When he stepped out of the shower he found that Linda was in the bathroom, 
too. He watched her as she used the bidet and then she gave him her goon 
girl grin as she stepped into the shower. He waited for her and watched her 
as she used the depilatory lotions on her crotch and the rest of her lovely 
body. Then she rinsed herself off and they jumped into the pool for a swim. 
He loved having an indoor pool where they could swim nude in complete 
privacy and he especially liked sitting in the Jacuzzi with Linda while they 
played with each other and necked like naughty little hooky players. 

A few days later, Carol called to invite them to the next meeting of her 
group and he and Linda were turned on completely until the actual time of 
the meeting. Carol promised that she and Fred would come by for them and 
pick them up on their way to the group's session. He knew that he liked 
Carol very much and he was sure that she and her husband had enjoyed their 
visit and he could not understand why Carol and Fred had not visited again, 
but he was very much relieved when Carol kissed him hotly as soon as she saw 
him. They stood in the foyer of the big house while he and Linda slipped 
into their wraps and Carol squeezed his cock through the fabric of his 
pants. She giggled as she stood on her toes so that she could kiss him. 

"You save some of that for me, you hear?" she said gaily. 

He laughed at her earnestness. "If you are that fond of it," he said, "how 
come we haven't seen anything of you in the last few days?" 

Fred was bussing Linda and they were paying no attention to him and Carol. 
She squeezed his cock again and then she let him go reluctantly. She stepped 
close to smear a swift, hot kiss on his mouth. 

"I had the curse, baby," she said, in a little girl voice. "I drop out of 
things when I have that little problem. But I am really ready now. Boy, am I 
ready." 

She was wearing a miniskirt and pantyhose but he put his palm against her 
crotch and she began whimpering as soon as he began rubbing her there. Linda 
pushed Fred away and she had a dazed look on her face. 

"We'd better stop," she said, "or we won't even get out of this house 
tonight." 

Carol moved away from him and her beautiful green eyes were glowing with 
affection as she stared at him. 

"I am so glad that we like each other," she said. "We will have such good 
times in the future." 

"We sure will," Linda said. 

They went out and got into the car and he got out and let them through the 
gates and they drove in the night to a distant house and brand-new friends 
and associates. At one point during the drive Carol turned so that she could 
look back at them across the seatback and she was smiling delightedly. 

"I'm afraid that we told our kids about you two," Carol said, "and they are 
just dying to meet you." 

"I'm so glad," Linda said. "Bruce just loves young stuff." 

He laughed at that. "Honey," he said, "we all love young stuff. We'd be 
freaks if we didn't." 

Carol said, "I promised the kids that we'd have you at our place for a 
weekend at least. Maybe longer. We'll see." 

He sat back and listened to Linda and Carol chatter about little 
inconsequentials and he realized that they were both very nervous about the 
approaching meeting. He was a bit nervous, too. 

There was no need for apprehension on their part. When Fred parked the car, 
they were in the backyard of a beautiful mansion and as they walked toward a 
rear doorway the portal opened to welcome them. As they walked into the big 
house, they entered an area of subdued lighting, deep pile carpets, and 
glittering crystal. 

A tall brunette with coronet braids and a beautiful young face smiled and 
welcomed them to her home. Her name was Irene and her husband, Ferd, was 
busy with others who were being seated in a vast living room. Irene was 
absolutely lyrical about Linda's good looks and that made her feel very 
good. She was practically glowing as he sat down beside her on a couch and 
accepted a drink from a tall, hand some man with a small mustache and a big 
smile. He was Ferd, he said, their host and he was very glad to have them as 
guests. 

The vast room began to fill up with handsome young people and Bruce saw 
several young women that he hoped he would get to know a bit better. Linda 
was watching him with a gentle, understanding smile. Irene came over to take 
him around so that he could be introduced to the others and when the meeting 
finally got underway he estimated that there were about ten couples at the 
meeting. That made twenty people altogether and he found it a bit difficult 
to keep track of everyone. 

Irene saw his confusion as it was obvious that he was trying to match the 
husbands with their wives and she told him not to bother. 

"There are no husbands and wives here tonight," she said. "Only nice young 
people who are eager to have fun with each other. We don't bother with 
anything else." 

Carol and Fred stayed close to them for a time and Carol explained the 
general procedure. She and several others were required to go into a huddle 
as the membership committee and she would propose them for membership. At 
the next meeting they would be voted upon and, she was certain, be accepted. 

"Does that mean that we are judged upon our performance here tonight?" Linda 
asked worriedly. 

Carol laughed at her. "Not necessarily," she said. "Everyone expects that 
you will be nervous and just looking around. You will be accepted for 
membership, take my word for it." 

A moment later, Irene and several other people, male and female, took their 
seats behind a large conference-type table and the meeting was called to 
order. Bruce watched the whole proceedings, amazed at the businesslike way 
things were handled. 

The chairman of the board called the meeting to order and then the rules of 
parliamentary procedure took over and the people at the table ran through 
the business at hand while the guests sipped at drinks that had been served 
by Ferd. 

Irene was acting chairman of the meeting and he learned that the person who 
was host to the group was automatically the chairman. The other positions 
seemed to be filled more permanently. 

Several committee chairmen made their reports and the pretty little redhead 
in charge of the entertainment committee announced that they would be 
visited by a sales representative from one of the big novelty houses. They 
all knew the girl. Her name was Rhoda and she always had new and decidedly 
imaginative things to sell to them. 

"I told Rhoda that she could expect to be admitted at ten. I figured we 
would all love a rest period about then." The girl handling the group's 
entertainment problems seemed to know exactly what she was doing and those 
listening to her were in complete approval of her thinking. 

There were other matters to be dealt with. One of the girls was in trouble 
with the grievance committee. A complaint had been filed against her for 
refusing one of the other members. The girl, a petite blonde, stood and 
explained that she had not been feeling too well at the time and so she had 
simply said no when one of the men had asked her for a blowjob. 

"I thought that it would make me sicker," she explained. 

Irene said, "Then you admit your guilt?" 

The blonde girl shrugged. She just didn't seem to care. She was a very 
pretty girl, young, with large white teeth that gleamed when she smiled. 

Irene turned to the other members of the group and she asked for a 
suggestion as to punishment for Lori, the little blonde. The girl, not 
allowed to vote, carried a small bowl from one member to the next and each 
of them wrote their idea of punishment on a slip of paper and tossed it into 
the bowl as the "victim" brought it to them. 

The bowl was carried to the big table and a tally was made and Irene was all 
smiles as she announced that Lori's punishment was to be a whipping. The 
decision had been unanimous. 

Bruce looked at the little blonde and he was a bit surprised to see that the 
girl was wearing a pleased smile. Irene noticed the girl's reaction too. 

"We have obviously chosen the type of punishment that Lori likes," she said. 
"So, it is decreed that the whipping shall be complete and as an added 
punishment, she can spend an hour with Rex." 

The blonde girl accepted that with still another smile. 

A few moments later the meeting was adjourned and Irene and Ferd invited all 
of the guests to follow them to the playroom. That turned out to be an 
entire floor and a place of exceptional beauty and charm. 

Bruce found that Linda was holding onto him as they entered the top floor of 
the mansion. She was impressed and a bit overwhelmed by the beauty of the 
vast room. 

At the far end, people were hanging up their clothes and there was a 
bathroom on either side of the racks that were intended for clothes. The 
room had several couches upholstered in red and black leather and there were 
all sorts of benches and chairs and furnishings designed for esoteric 
purposes. They were designed for erotic purposes too and as he began 
undressing and hanging up his things he was a bit amazed at the beauty of 
those who were already naked. Many of the men presented hairless genitals 
and the women were all shaved and powdered and deodorized in their crotches. 
A cute little brunette with a dimpled pubis came over to him and she smiled 
at him shyly, in spite of her nudity. 

"Hi," she said. "I'm Gilly. Would you like to have some fun with me? I have 
been keeping an eye on you ever since you got here. You turn me on, baby. 
You really do." 

She reached for his stiff cock and she began pumping her little hand up and 
down as she smiled up into his face. "Shall I suck you off first so that you 
won't waste it?" she asked. 

"You look like you'll pop if I fool with you too much." 

He took her unoccupied hand and he led her to a corner of the room and they 
settled down upon the deep pile carpeting and then he buried his face in her 
crotch and he began licking her slit. He shivered as he began smelling her 
genitals and he was grateful to her for her thoughtfulness. She had not 
deodorized her most precious possession, after all, and the smell of her 
loins aroused him to fierce and ardent actions. 

She was an expert cocksucker and she was wild for him. When she popped him, 
she swallowed him eagerly, savoring his honey, keeping the head of his cock 
just inside the threshold of her lips. She kept on with him, using her 
tongue and her mouth to inflame him and bring him to a new state of 
readiness. Instinctively, she knew just the right moment to let him go, to 
shift so that she got him on top of her. He slid his cock into her and they 
screwed like a couple of frantic mink. She was a wild fuck, a good one. Her 
heels dug into his back and her nails raked his shoulders. When she began 
coming, she slammed her buttocks against his legs with a vicious eagerness 
to enjoy it all, to squeeze every vestige of pleasure from their union. 

When it was over, they clung together like shaking, frightened children 
until she finally eased her hips away from him. There was a lesbian waiting, 
a cute little brown-eyed girl, who was avid for Gilly's loaded cunt. The 
other gal had just been fucked, too. He could see the drippings running down 
her thighs as she moved into position and began licking Gilly's valley and 
thighs. Gilly glued her mouth to the other girl's cunt and the two of them 
began a noisy sixty-nine. 

He was down for the moment so he took time to look around him. Couples were 
busy with each other's glands all over the place. There were several male 
homosexual couples, and their lesbian partners were busy, too. He saw Carol 
busy with a handsome young man who was screwing her in the ass while another 
young man was on his back beneath her, shoving his cock in and out of her 
cunt. She was having herself a really grand time and she was sucking another 
guy's cock. A moment later he saw Linda sucking a guy off and swallowing his 
juice with very evident pleasure. A guy was behind Linda, sucking her cunt 
and playing with her dangling tits and he was sure that she was enjoying 
herself to the utmost. He sat and watched while he smoked a cigarette and 
the vast floor seemed to be a heaving sea of naked bodies, engaged in all 
sorts of sexual practices. 

A few feet away from him a young couple finished a torrid session of fucking 
and the girl flaked out after it was over. She sprawled with her cunt facing 
him and he had an urge to go down on her and eat her while she shivered and 
quaked in the throes of a delicious agony. He looked up and saw that the 
young man who had pronged the girl was on his knees, gazing at his crotch 
and licking his lips. He shifted his gaze and stared at Bruce. 

"I'd be glad to take care of that for you," he said, pointing to Bruce's 
stiff cock. That amazed him. He had not been aware that he was hard again. 

"Be my guest," Bruce said, smiling. 

The young man reached out and began fondling his balls and then he bent so 
that he could kiss the tip of Bruce's cock. He straightened up and saw the 
way Bruce was looking at the girl's working crotch and he snickered. "Go 
right ahead, friend," he said. "Ellie loves to have her cunt eaten when she 
is off in orbit. It makes it so much nicer for her. She just loves it." 

"You know her?" Bruce asked. The young man was handling his cock and 
tickling his balls and he was rapidly losing his cool. The young man seemed 
to know the way he was affecting Bruce. He was kissing and licking the stiff 
cock and he had a soft, bemused smile on his face. 

"Ellie is my sister," the young man said. "I've been balling her since we 
were kids, so I know what Ellie likes. Enjoy her, friend. She loves anything 
that you can think up." 

Bruce groaned as the young man's mouth enveloped his cock and then he was 
sliding his face between Ellie's smooth white thighs. When he began kissing 
and licking her sexual parts, the girl groaned and her fingers began running 
through his hair. She was shifting and squirming her hips as his avid mouth 
emptied her and then brought on brand-new freshets of her delicious nectars. 
She was extremely excitable, and each time she was close to discharging a 
new batch of honey, she would grasp the back of his head with her hands and 
push him too tightly into her slit and while her honey would spill onto his 
tongue that way, he faced a possibility of suffocation. But, always, she 
released him in time to survive. 

He went ape when the young man's fingers began sliding into his asshole and 
he could feel each movement as the young man forced him into coming and then 
used his finger against Bruce's prostate to push out even more of his sap. 
He thought that that was rather much but he enjoyed it too much to complain. 

His cock was still hard and the young man kept right on sucking it. The girl 
he was working on seemed to regain some of her senses and she found her 
brother's cock and began sucking it. They formed a very busy trio for a 
while and then he came again, forced into new raptures by an educated tongue 
and an irresistible suction. 

They talked after a while and he got to know the young couple. They wee both 
severely oversexed, they suspected and they found ample outlets for their 
urges in the group. The girl was married and her brother lived with them and 
they were a very busy trio. 

Smiling a bit self-consciously, the girl said, "It takes two cocks to keep 
me happy. Sometimes more. You must come and visit us some time." 

"Oh, I will," Bruce said. He kissed the girl's soft, sweet mouth and then he 
left them, seeking new friends. 

There were people of both sexes eager to oblige him in any way that he might 
think of but for a time he wanted to indulge his voyeuristic tendencies. He 
suspected privately that there was little else that he could do right away. 
He supposed that the young man who had sucked him off so capably and used a 
fingertip against his prostate to drain him dry, had overdone things for 
him. He would be fine after a rest but he decided that he would stay away 
from Ellie and her knowledgeable brother. 

He was busy with a very nice sixty-nine that he had drifted into with a nice 
little blonde girl when the lights in the big room went up and he could hear 
Irene making an announcement in her sweet and educated tones. 

"Finish up now, everybody," Irene said. "It is ten and we will have a rest 
period and some refreshments. Then Rhoda will show us her supplies and those 
who wish to may order them direct from her. While those of you who are busy 
at the moment conclude your activities I will ask a couple of unoccupied 
males to go downstairs and bring up Rhoda's sample cases. Rhoda is waiting 
to be brought up, too." 

He realized that he probably missed a lot but the blonde girl simply would 
not give up without getting what she was after and he managed to do some 
very nice things for her, too. The girl gave him a warm, affectionate smile 
and then she drifted into the sea of flesh that was all around him. He sat 
where he was and someone gave him a cigarette and he watched as several 
young men set up a coffee table in the center of the room. A bright 
spotlight was turned on and it shone down upon the coffee table. 

A moment or two later, a pretty redhead with large green eyes and a 
twinkling smile, entered the spotlighted area. She was wearing a 
micro-miniskirt and pantyhose and a tight sweater that showed off a superb 
set of boobs. She was pretty and young and she knew it. 

The young men who had carried her suitcases upstairs placed them upon the 
coffee table and the girl began opening them. 

"You all know me," she said. "Or at least, most of you know me. If there are 
any new members, hi. We will get acquainted later on. Now let's get on to 
business." 

Several of the members helped her to display her wares and after she had 
gotten many of her goodies spread out on the coffee table and on the floor, 
too, the guests were invited to crowd around and observe. The pretty redhead 
was very gracious about explaining the function of the things that she was 
selling. 

He was an interested spectator and when he felt a small feminine hand 
creeping into his own, he held onto it. He glanced downward and saw Linda's 
smiling face. She puckered her lips at him and that wasn't good enough. He 
pulled her close and his mouth found hers and when he kissed her, she 
shivered. He held her hand and kept her close to him while they watched and 
listened to the pretty redhead. 

There were all sorts of paddles and straps with which a loved one could be 
punished, and a whole array of salves and creams and unguents that could 
make it all better afterwards. There were many salves and lotions designed 
to be used on the genitals and the pubic area, materials that would make the 
flesh seethe and squirm in delicious torment. 

The girl held up a jar of pale pink liquid and she smiled engagingly at her 
audience. "This baby is beautiful," she said. "You use it as a depilatory 
and while it is getting rid of all that nasty old hair, it works on the 
nerve endings in the skin and then it penetrates into the flesh and many 
girls report that it can induce some very lovely orgasms all by itself. And, 
of course, it does keep our little cunnies very interested in attention." 

There were vibrators of all sizes, mechanized dildos that were electrified 
and others that were simply static. Some were filled with fluids that 
escaped during copulation and the fluids stimulated the flesh of both sexes. 
There were others that could be inserted and then energized with an 
electrical surge of whatever pulsations might be desired. These were very 
popular, he knew. Some of those that he and Linda now owned were the more 
sophisticated types. 

While the redhead was still explaining the characteristics of her dildos and 
their equipage, the young men who had brought up her first two bags, brought 
in several smaller ones. She got to these right away. One of the cases was 
filled with various aphrodisiacs. 

"This month," she said, "we have several new and more potent aphrodisiacs, 
those wonderful aids to pleasure that our medics say don't really exist. But 
we all know better, don't we?" 

She took the time to explain the benefits that one could expect from each of 
the drugs and herbs that she displayed. She had a dozen different substances 
that she said were harmless secretagogues, substances that would step up the 
manufacture of semen. She offered hypodermic syringes that were to be used 
to inject a thin, watery substance into the testicles of the scrotum. This 
material would serve as a swift and indefatigable secretagogue and cause 
steady emissions until a period of four hours from the last injection had 
elapsed. This material, the girl said, was very popular with those who kept 
male slaves and could not get enough from them during ordinary activities. 

Bruce was quite surprised to learn that many of those in this group were 
quite familiar with secretagogues. He was a bit shocked, too, when Carol 
squeezed his arm and he realized that she was standing close to him. 

"That stuff is wonderful," she whispered. "You just can't imagine what it 
will do. The boys and Fred love it when we use it. It gives them thrills and 
sensations they can't get any other way. Just you wait until you try it." 

He shivered and when Linda put her hand on his cock he realized that he had 
an enormous hard on. Linda moved so that she was in front of him and she 
held his cock, guiding it into her cunt while she stood in front of him, 
watching and learning. The darkness around them probably shielded many 
couples who were managing a quiet fuck during the redhead's talk. Linda 
began squirming and she was moving her hips up and down. He came and she did 
too and he was not at all surprised when he heard her giggle in a soft and 
very pleased way. 

She moved away from him and he noticed that Carol shifted and was on her 
knees, obligingly sucking Linda's little twat, licking at her thighs as she 
struggled to get every drop for herself. 

He turned his attention back to the salesgirl who had moved in to other 
things. She was displaying bondage tools and equipment; thongs and whips and 
all sorts of esoteric items that was supposed to induce exquisite erotic 
ecstasies. 

"We will take time out now for some coffee and some goodies," Irene said 
finally. "Then Rhoda has some films that she would like us to look at. They 
will show us how the costumes and the other things are best used." 

Irene turned to Rhoda and she smiled teasingly. 

"Wouldn't you like to get out of those pretty clothes, dear?" she asked. 
"After all, I'm sure that there are many here who would just love spending 
some time with you." 

The pretty redhead smiled and moved out of the pool of light. A moment later 
the other lights came on and he saw that the pretty young saleslady was as 
naked as anyone else. She was busy talking to some prospective customers, 
while a handsome young man was on his knees in front of her, eagerly eating 
her and licking her slippery cleft while she seemed to be utterly 
unaffected, able to talk sensibly and to discuss her business. 

There was a brief period of eager activity on the part of those attending 
the meeting and it was apparent that the girl's talk and exhibition had 
aroused many to extreme sexual excitement. When things calmed somewhat, 
Irene and Ferd, aided by some of the girls who had been attended to, served 
coffee and cookies. When the guests were settled with their refreshments, 
the young men who were helping Rhoda set up a portable screen and a 
projector and she showed films. 

The films were excellent and those who appeared in them were handsome young 
people and they modeled the costumes very charmingly. There were pretty 
girls wearing special bras on gorgeous breasts, bras that had cutouts that 
permitted the nipples and the tips of the breasts to protrude so that they 
would be accessible to the very pretty whips that were designed for the 
whipping of the female breasts. The girls were obviously the kind who dug 
having their breasts handled in such cruel fashion because, in each case, 
after the girl's breasts were brought to a state of rosy-hued agitation, the 
whipmaster or mistress would sting the nipple with expert strokes and the 
fruits of the whole process could be seen trickling down the lovely inner 
thighs of the "victim." 

The films were fitted with their own soundtracks and an unidentified voice 
extolled the exquisite benefits of the various items shown. One very popular 
item of costume jewelry said to be enjoying a vogue at the moment was a 
jeweled dog collar and leash that was designed for the male slave. There was 
a harness arrangement, also jeweled, that fitted around the thighs and kept 
the individual on his knees. The voice admitted, parenthetically, that such 
devices would work as well for male or female. 

There was a jeweled yoke, described by a feminine voice as the "yoke of 
ecstasy." The one designed for use on the male was shaped like a teardrop. 
It was applied with the rounded part over the penis, the rest fitted around 
and beneath the balls and then nestled against the perineum, held in 
position by a fabricated harness arrangement. There was a very delicate 
ribbonlike leash attached to the yoke and when the ribbon was tugged, 
thousands of needles jabbed into sensitive flesh and forced the male into 
immediate orgasm. During the orgasm it was impossible to feel pain, and many 
said that the ecstasy of orgasm was heightened magnificently by the needles, 
and afterwards, a tug on the ribbon would make the biggest slave hurry to 
answer a summons. 

There were twin yokes of varying sizes for the female breasts, also with 
needles in them, then there were padded yokes that the female could wear 
with dildos attached for the anus and the vagina, and needles would pop out 
of these gadgets, too. Two very young and pretty girls came onto the screen 
naked and in the throes of excruciating agony as they writhed and squirmed 
and crawled on the floor, experiencing many liquid orgasms. Each girl had a 
pretty butterfly clamp attached to each nipple and the lips of their cunts 
were grasped in the serrated teeth of other clamps obviously designed for 
such tormenting activities. 

The voice on the soundtrack explained that the girls, teenagers, actually, 
were devoted to the exquisite pleasures of erotic anguish and the clamps 
being demonstrated were most effective and unable to do any permanent 
damage. 

The film ran on and on and a total stranger began playing with Bruce's cock 
and then he felt a wet, clinging mouth sliding up and down on his rod and he 
wondered if his eager benefactor was a girl or a boy. He decided that he 
didn't really much care and while he continued to watch the screen, he was 
treated to a delightful and skillfully exquisite, long-lasting blowjob. 

He put his hands down so that he could caress the long, soft tresses of the 
person delighting him so charmingly, and while the hair was long and wavy 
and well tended, it indicated nothing about the sex of his cocksucker. He 
sighed and concentrated on watching the screen. 

There were men screwing men and using very clever dildos for the purpose and 
women screwing men, too. There were many beautiful costumes exhibited and 
then some of the more expensive mechanized couches were shown. One very 
beautiful couch with mechanized dildos mounted in its depths was offered for 
thirty-five hundred dollars and the announcer pointed out that it was a 
steal at that price and certainly a delight for those who could enjoy the 
hedonistic life. 

Carol was still close to him. She squeezed his arm as she whispered that she 
and Ferd had such a couch at home and he and Linda would be able to try it 
out. 

He looked around him and saw that no one was paying any attention to the 
screen anymore. They were all busily engaged in sexual activity of one sort 
or another and he suddenly ached to be so occupied, too. 

The individual who was sucking his cock was still busy with him and he could 
squirm in delicious torment each time the hungry mouth squeezed his organ as 
it moved upward, squeezing his material from him with very expert action. He 
moved so that he could put his hands on his guest's body and cup a pair of 
luscious breasts in his hands. A moment later he was sliding his face 
between lovely long legs and he began smelling the bewitching odor of cunt. 
The girl was flowing heavily and he began feasting upon her sweetness. She 
started using her tongue on him with exceptional skill, but as soon as he 
was close to orgasm, she eased off and let him treat her to a fierce, 
clenching orgasm, then she would begin again. 

He became lost in a world of extreme sensations and when the girl finally 
let him come she kept sucking him with a tenacity of purpose that made his 
meat tingle and scream in protest. 

He finally pushed her away. She found his mouth and they kissed and he 
realized that he was holding the girl, Rhoda. She was quivering, still 
experiencing the waning ecstasies of a spectacular sexual convulsion and he 
was handling her breasts, enjoying them. 

When she was finally at ease, he gave her a cigarette that he took from a 
box on a nearby coffee table. She wriggled into his arms, giggling softly in 
the semi-darkness. He realized that someone had shut the machine off, or 
maybe it was a self-shutting off projector. He was delighted to kiss the 
sweet and eager mouth that was crawling all over his own. 

"I expect to sell you and your lovely little wife lots of goodies," Rhoda 
whispered. "The others here have most of the stuff but you two are new. I 
will sell you lots of things. Especially if you are going to buy a couple of 
slaves.'" He was surprised, wondering how she could know anything of his 
intentions. She explained before he could ask. 

"Fred told me," she said, giggling happily as she whispered into his ear. "I 
was sucking his cock for him while he told me about it. I love Fred, don't 
you?" 

He said that he did indeed love Fred and Carol, too. The redhead began 
handling his cock again and she was sitting on her legs in front of him. His 
meat was as soft as a fat lady's tit and he was sure that the redhead was 
wasting her time with him now. She lifted her arm and he saw that she wore a 
small purse on her wrist. She opened it, then she placed a small pill on his 
lips. 

"Open up," she said. "Momma has something nice for baby and then baby will 
have something nice for Momma right away." 

He opened his mouth and he swallowed the pill easily and then she had her 
head in his lap and he felt the warmth of her wet mouth on his cock and he 
was suddenly bristling with a massive hard on. He was so severely turned on 
his cock was throbbing and aching and he could feel a weird sensation in his 
balls. It felt like a thousand ants with red-hot feet were walking around in 
his loins and the feeling was delightful. He was afraid that he would come 
before she was able to get him into her mouth but he did not. 

Even after she began sucking on him, he did not come. The sensation of 
orgasm was a steady, throbbing feeling in his loins and he suspected that 
she was sucking his material from him a drop at a time, but he did not care. 
He was experiencing an ecstasy that was nicer than anything that he had ever 
known and he did not want it to end for a long time. 

And it did not. 

 Chapter Six 

She slept late and even after she opened her eyes and faced the brightness 
of her bedroom, she still wanted to rest. She sat up and reached for a 
cigarette. Bruce was still sound asleep beside her and she shifted the 
bedding so that he was naked and she could look at his noble cock in its 
repose. 

His balls and his cock were covered with lipstick and she knew that some of 
it was her own. She remembered the way she had been when she and Bruce 
finally got to bed and now she felt her skin crawling and prickling with new 
and startling sensations. 

She had heard it said that many couples were wild for each other after they 
left a group session and she knew now that it was true. She had been avid 
for Bruce's cock and he had fucked her. Then they had gotten into a 
sixty-nine and she devoured him with all the ferocity of a vampire. 

He had been equally hungry for her, too, she remembered. She sucked the 
smoke deep into her lungs and then she tried to remember all of the things 
that she had done the previous evening and she could not. She glanced into a 
mirror and as she opened her legs she could see that her own crotch was 
smeared with lipstick and there were many differing shades. She sighed and 
put her hand between her legs so that she could rub herself into an orgasm. 
She was horny as hell this morning and she popped very quickly. She was 
heaving and gasping for breath as orgasm shook her. She sighed again, sucked 
on her cigarette, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. 

She climbed into the shower and scrubbed herself clean with a determination 
to rid her body of any of the vestiges of the previous night. She washed her 
hairless genitals carefully and aroused herself anew by handling them. She 
spread her legs slightly and let her urine join the flow of water that was 
drenching her body. She shampooed her hair and rinsed it, then she wrapped a 
towel around her head and she got out of the shower stall and looked at her 
pretty young body in the mirrored walls. 

She gazed into the mirror above the bowl and she was glad that it was tilted 
and low enough so that she could see her little cleft and her creamy white 
thighs. She smiled into her own eyes as she slipped her finger up into her 
cunt. She shivered as she remembered that at least four guys had screwed her 
up the ass and they had deposited their loads in her there. She sat down on 
the stool and quickly cleansed that portion of her anatomy, too. 

She remembered then that she had spent a lot of money for goodies that the 
salesgirl had handed over to her. She had a suitcase full of toys 
downstairs. Irene had been very helpful about helping her select things and 
she had also loaned a suitcase so that Linda could carry her purchases home. 

She stifled the urge to rush downstairs and look at the things that she had 
bought right away. She decided that she would wait for Bruce to be with her. 
She began to think of Bruce, vulnerable in his sleep and she went into the 
bedroom and stood for a time looking down at him. His cock was stiff and 
tight against his belly. She began to drool as she thought of sucking him 
off. He loved being awakened in such a charming fashion and she was always 
eager to awaken him like that. 

She looked over at the corner of the bedroom and saw that her little poodle 
was awake. He was sitting up, wagging his tail. She went over to him and she 
picked him up. She hugged him to her and she giggled softly as the animal 
licked her naked breast. 

"We'd better let you out," she said. 

She put a robe on and carried the dog downstairs. She let him out for a 
while, then she sat and smoked a cigarette while she tried to get her mouth 
under control. 

Thinking about the night before and its events should get her mind off of 
Bruce's cock, she thought. 

The beautiful redhead had sold a lot of stuff and she had taken orders for 
lots more. Most of the things that she and Bruce were interested in she 
bought and carried home. They were thinking about one of the fancy couches 
with the built-ins but she wanted to try Carol's first. 

The party had gotten a bit rough after a while. During the late hours, most 
of the males were pretty useless and the girls began feeding upon each 
other, then a couple of trained dogs were brought in. They were really wild, 
she thought. The dogs were trained to lick cunt or to fuck. Some of the 
girls who were a bit squeamish about accepting a dog's cock in their cunts 
were eager to accept the same treatment in their assholes. 

Irene brought out some garments that were like G-strings. They were 
harnesses, actually, that fitted tightly over the girl's cunt and left her 
asshole the only available opening for the dog. She had watched and seen the 
exquisite sensations that the girls were enjoying and she had been tempted 
to let one of the animals do her but she had gotten busy with other things 
and then she never did get around to trying a session with a dog. But, she 
intended to, the first chance that she got. 

She stayed for the punishment session and watched the disciplining staff 
strap the pretty girl into a whipping rack and she was very close to the 
suffering girl. She could see the swift, shuddering reactions that the 
little blonde's body showed each time the very fetchingly costumed 
whipmaster touched her soft flesh with the cruel whips. The whipmaster was a 
very young and beautiful girl who stopped off late, just to punish the 
lovely Lori. It dawned on Linda after a while that the girl was experiencing 
ecstasy, and her anguish was merely extreme pleasure too intense to endure. 

The dogs got at her after a while. She was constantly emptying her loins and 
the fruits of her orgasms were sliding down her legs and the dogs dealt with 
her juices and then one began licking her sexual organs while the other one 
began licking and tonguing her asshole. After watching the girl's agonies 
for a long time, Linda realized that she was envying her. The peculiar 
pleasures that could be felt from whips and lashes were not unknown to her, 
but she had never really gotten to be seriously interested in such joys. She 
didn't really dig whips, she supposed. But, she could watch the glorious 
sensations that the girl, Lori, was experiencing and she could envy her such 
bliss. 

She and Bruce had been among the last to leave the meeting. She liked to 
think that they delayed their departure because they were riding with Fred 
and Carol but she knew that that was not so. Carol and Fred had been willing 
to leave at any time after they had made their purchases from the salesgirl. 

She liked the girl, Rhoda, and she had spent some time with her, talking and 
visiting and then, inevitably, enjoying a delightful sixty-nine. 

Rhoda had mentioned to her that she knew an agent, a woman who was seeking 
homes for some rather exceptional young people. And she had heard that Linda 
and Bruce were thinking about Linda's half-formed plans and she was She 
admitted that Carol and Fred had told her bout Linda's half-formed plans and 
she was hoping that she could be of some help. 

"What makes these young people so exceptional?" Linda asked, while they were 
sharing a time of smoking and talking. 

"They are exceptionally good-looking," Rhoda said. "Miss Letitia only 
handles young people who have not been too well used. And, she requires that 
her youngsters be eager and ardent and she will set up an appointment and 
make sure that the deal is a good one for everybody concerned. The young 
people are placed in the home for a thirty-day trial period. After that, 
they go or stay permanently. It works out well. Can I tell Miss Letitia that 
you would like to see her?" 

Carol had said yes and then they talked of other things. Rhoda put her hands 
on Linda's breasts and Linda put her hands on Rhoda's breasts and they began 
toying with each other's sexual parts. They began kissing and hugging and 
then they moved and wound up in a passionate and enervating sixty-nine. She 
was drained dry by the time the pretty redhead left her. She sat for a long 
time in a stupor, overcome by exceptional orgasms and their toll. 

She wandered for a time, looking at others engaged in delightful pursuits, 
and she was entranced and fascinated by the punishment session that the 
blonde, Lori, had to sustain. Irene explained to her that the punishment and 
disciplining activities were always reserved for the end of the evening 
because watching it usually affected the others and sent them home really 
turned on and eager for one more session with their mates. 

Linda was willing to believe that. She and Bruce had gotten home, and after 
bidding Fred and Carol good night, they got undressed and then went wild 
with sexual demands upon each other. They talked afterward and agreed that 
joining such a group could be a good thing. Finally they slept and now Bruce 
was still sleeping. 

She woke him, after a while. He was horny as hell and his stiff cock was 
practically vibrating with excitement and agitation. Surprisingly, they 
wound up in a long, passionate session of necking and when she finally got 
into a robe and went about the business of fixing some breakfast, she was 
entirely happy and at peace with the world. 

Carol called after breakfast and they talked for a time. 

"The kids are driving me up the walls," Carol said, laughing. "They want us 
to invite you and Bruce over for a few days. So, you are officially invited. 
When would you like to visit?" 

She talked it over with Bruce and they decided that they would like a couple 
of days of rest before visiting with Fred and Carol. 

"That will be a really wild orgy," Bruce said, smiling. "Let's rest up for 
it. Make it Friday afternoon." 

She talked with Carol and the date was set. (Fred and Carol were eager to 
get a bit of rest, too.) They swam in the pool for a time then they fell 
into a warm embrace and Linda began to shiver and shake with renewed sexual 
vigors. She decided that it was time for them to fool around with the things 
that she had bought from Rhoda, the saleslady. 

She fixed a light lunch for them and after they had eaten, she asked Bruce 
to carry the bags upstairs to their bedroom. She had purchased a large stock 
of lotions and salves and herbs and a large supply of the little pills that 
Rhoda had used to revive Brace's interest in sexual matters at the meeting. 

She got undressed so that Bruce could put the breast yokes on her lovely 
boobs and when he pulled the bra that contained the fancy rings tight, 
Linda's breasts popped out like bursting pears. She began to squirm, feeling 
a strange, sensual thrill. He put a clamp on each nipple and she got down on 
all fours so that he could attach the ribboned leash to the mechanism at the 
back of the bra. Then he attached the cruel serrated clamp to her tiny cunt 
lips and she began scurrying around the floor, too tormented to be still. 
But she was enjoying this new and special agony and could feel the way her 
loins were expelling her juices and her whole crotch became wet and dewy as 
her anguish increased. He could not resist the urge to tug on the leash, she 
supposed, because he did tug on it and the needles popped out of the rings 
and dug into her breasts with a quick, brutal assault. She was conscious of 
a wave of intense pain in her bosom and then she was experiencing an orgasm 
of exceptional pleasures. She stopped caring about the pain and she began to 
enjoy the remarkable thrills that the new equipment was giving to her. 

Her body became a whole area of intense sensation and she knew that Bruce 
was aroused and excessively turned on. He touched the butterfly clamp on her 
labia and when she gasped and spilled in a new orgasm, he laughed at her. 
Then he was behind her, slipping his cock into her asshole and that was the 
final straw for her. She groaned and began pulsating like an agitated 
vegetable and all that she could feel was ecstatic thrills and fierce 
sensations. She sighed and gave herself up to the excruciating thrills that 
were lancing through her being and her mind drifted off into a limbo of 
exaggerated bliss. 

Later in the day they experimented with the teardrop collar that she had 
bought for Bruce's genitals and he was able to enjoy exceptional thrills, 
too. She poured some of the depilatory on Bruce's crotch and he was soon as 
hairless as she was and he was then able to enjoy the tingling, smarting 
sensations that the lotions imparted to tender flesh. All in all, Linda was 
very pleased with her purchases and she was sure that Bruce was too. And 
because they had to try everything, they wore themselves out. Each day was a 
long drawn-out period of constant sexual experimentation but, instead of 
losing interest, they seemed more and more driven and eager to try new 
things. Linda slept only when exhaustion forced her into slumber and she 
wondered if they would be able to rest a day or two before going to visit 
Fred and Carol for a few days. 

Circumstances forced a halt in their marathon sexual enterprises. Bruce had 
to go off on a business trip for two days and Linda used the time for 
resting. When she took inventory she learned that she and Bruce had used a 
lot of the aphrodisiacs that they had bought and she was sure that they 
would swear that the materials they used certainly did the work that was 
claimed for them. 

Bruce got home on Friday and he looked to be rested and fit and the first 
thing that he insisted upon doing was taking time out to get reacquainted 
with his lovely bride and her pretty parts. They went to bed and began 
making love and when they began to think of other things, it was much too 
late to bother going to Fred's and Carol's, so Linda called and promised 
that they would drive over in the morning and then spend several days with 
them and their kids. 

Bruce wanted to try out some of their erotic equipment and she became eager 
to do so, too, and then they took some of the pills and herbs and then 
became wild, sexy fiends, too turned on to quite testing their glands and 
their bodies. When they finally slept, it was because they could do nothing 
else. Linda kissed Bruce good night, happy that he was the way he was and 
glad that she was just as wild for fun and games, too. 

The telephone awakened her. There was a young woman on the line and she was 
trying to explain to Linda that her name was Miss Letitia and she would like 
to stop in and see Linda and her husband. Linda yawned and reached for a 
cigarette, hoping that the smoke would help her to awaken. 

"I have obviously disturbed you while you were sleeping," the woman on the 
phone said, "but it is most necessary that I speak with you. I will stop in 
and see you in about an hour. Carol and Fred have told me where to locate 
the key for the gates, so you won't be at all disturbed." 

"Okay," Carol said, with the amiability of those not yet awake. She cradled 
the telephone, scratched her pubis and then snapped into a wide-awake state. 
She woke Bruce immediately. "That woman called us," she said excitedly. 

"The woman that finds slaves for people." 

Bruce sat up and stared at her. He was smiling but he was not at all awake. 
She lit a cigarette for him and put it into his mouth. Then she sat down on 
the side of the big bed and began explaining things to him. 

He got out of bed and she took a shower with him. They lingered for a time 
in the shower because he got hard in her hand so she let him slide it up 
into her and they pranced around under the water and she squirmed and he 
began thrusting, then he was coming in her and she could feel the warmth of 
his leaking juices sliding down her legs. When he finally pulled himself out 
of her, she left the shower long enough to use the bidet and then she 
finished her shower. 

She fixed a quick breakfast for them and they ate hurriedly. Linda made 
certain that they were dressed nicely and looked like a very handsome young 
couple who would be good to young slaves. When she went to answer the front 
doorbell, Linda was a bit surprised to learn that she was trembling. She 
glanced at Bruce, gave him a goon girl grin and then went off to the door. 

A tall, handsome blonde woman, perhaps forty, was standing on the front 
porch. A small new car sat in the driveway behind her. The woman was very 
nicely dressed, well groomed and smiling as she stared at Linda, expecting 
to be invited into Linda and Bruce's house. 

"How do you do?" the woman said. "I am Miss Letitia." 

"Oh, yes," Linda said, a bit dazedly. "Do come in." 

She supposed that she was a bit shocked because the handsome woman agent 
looked more like a schoolteacher than a flesh peddler. It turned out that 
Miss Letitia had been a teacher, but, as she explained to them a bit later, 
she had given it up for more lucrative pursuits. 

Linda led the woman into the living room and she shook hands with Bruce and 
then she sat down on the couch, her legs crossed and nestled demurely 
against the front of the couch. 

Linda offered coffee and the woman smiled and accepted. She lit a cigarette 
that she took from a pack that she fished out of an enormous purse. 

"I am so pleased to meet you two," Miss Letitia said with a smile that made 
her seem in her twenties. "I think that I will be able to provide a very 
wonderful surprise for you. That is why I came so promptly. You see, I have 
two young people who need a home and, because they are exceptionally 
handsome, I wanted you two to have a chance to consider them." 

"That's nice," Bruce said idiotically. Linda smiled at him and went off to 
fetch the coffee things. They talked for a time and the woman explained that 
she was especially anxious to find them just what they were looking for 
because Fred and Carol and some other members of the group had recommended 
them so very highly. 

"It seems so callous," Linda said uncomfortably. "I mean, the business of 
buying human beings for the purposes that we have in mind." 

Miss Letitia smiled and she took a sip from her coffee cup and a puff from 
her cigarette and then she sat back and she sighed. 

"Everyone says that," she said. "But look at it another way. If someone 
didn't take an interest in these young people they would wind up in jail or 
juvenile halls and that would be the end of them. Remember, these kids are 
experimenting with sex anyway, most of them have run away from home so that 
they can have drugs or sex without stinting themselves and if no one becomes 
interested in them, they become creatures of the alleys, forced into 
prostitution in order to survive. 

"The people that I deal with collect such young people, they are examined to 
make sure that they are free of disease, and then, if they so choose, they 
are offered for sale to those who wish to keep such young people. We never 
get complaints because they know that if they fail to please their owners, 
they are turned out onto the street again and that is the end of them. It 
works out fine most of the time, believe me." 

Bruce was sitting on the edge of his chair, listening to the woman and he 
had a big, pleased smile on his face. "What are we expected to do?" he 
asked. 

Miss Letitia sipped her coffee again. She moved her long legs and Linda was 
strangely affected. The woman's legs were decidedly alluring, she thought. 

"You furnish the young people with a good home. In a way, you adopt them and 
become responsible for their well-being. You clothe them and house them and 
raise them as best you can. If they wish to go to college, you are expected 
to provide the funds for that. Usually, the young people are so well trained 
in the business of pleasing and delighting their sponsors and that sort of 
thing inspires gratitude and generosity from their owners. The master-slave 
state is preserved because there is something decidedly exciting about such 
an arrangement." 

Linda was a little breathless as she asked, "And you think that you have 
found someone for us?" 

The woman nodded. She smiled at Bruce, then she turned her head slightly to 
smile at Linda. 

"Yes," she said. "I have two young people available for placement in a good 
home right now. Because they are such handsome young people I wanted you to 
have a chance at them first." 

Linda was just too excited to say anything for a time. Her mouth felt dry 
and hot and she was glad that Bruce was able to deal with the woman. 

"Suppose you tell us a bit about the young people you have in mind for us," 
he suggested politely. 

The woman nodded. "Of course," she said. 

She reached down into her capacious bag and brought out two folders. They 
were the sort of leather-covered folders that made photo albums. Miss 
Letitia placed the two leather-bound albums on the coffee table and beckoned 
to Bruce and Linda to come close. They did, kneeling beside the table so 
that they could see the pictures that were in the album. 

The woman opened one folder and the beautiful face of a very lovely brunette 
girl stared at them. The pictures were all in color and they could see that 
the girl's eyes were a soft, almost liquid brown, the lips glistening with 
bright red lipstick. The mouth was appealing and cute and the girl was 
lovely beyond belief. 

Linda was amazed. "Why, she's beautiful," she said softly, almost 
protesting. 

"Yes, she is," Miss Letitia said. "And she is a very nice young person. 
That's why I thought of you people first. This is Nancy. She is thirteen and 
a runaway from a home in the East. Her father was a drunk and her mother was 
a girl who simply ran off with a man that she liked. Nancy is not a nympho, 
but she loves sex and all of its pleasures. She ran away and wound up out 
here. When some of the youngsters told her about the sex slave life, she 
came to us and was processed. I know that that sounds awful, but she was 
bathed and examined by a doctor and when it was found that she was suffering 
from malnutrition she was fed and treated accordingly. Today she is healthy 
and happy and eager to begin a new life in a nice home." 

There were many pictures showing the young girl's exceptionally shapely 
body. There were pictures of her in a pink satin bikini that would never 
hold together in water. The tiny bra showed off the twin cones of the girl's 
lovely chest to good advantage and the bikini panty showed her sexual cleft 
quite effectively. 

"We do not have any nude photos," Miss Letitia said. "We have found that our 
customers like to discover the intimate parts of their slaves for 
themselves. Too, all of our females, even those who would not ordinarily do 
so, are encouraged to let their pubic hair grow out. If their new owners 
decide to remove it, that is their privilege, and many of them enjoy doing 
that for their young people. Usually, slaves, both male and female, are 
shaved and kept in that state by promises or threats from their owners. 

"To go on, Nancy is a very sweet young person, ardent and affectionate and 
decidedly eager to give great joy to those who want her to live with them. 
She is a very good cook and she likes housework, so she will be an asset in 
every way. She will have to return to school and make up the time that she 
has lost, but that is no problem." 

"What about her parents?" Bruce asked. 

"She has no desire to even communicate with either of them again. She 
doesn't know where her mother is and she doesn't care. She hates her father. 
He molested her and that was why she ran away from home. His assaults upon 
her dealt with him performing cunnilingus on her while she gave him a 
handjob. Then he brought one of his friends home one night and she had to 
blow them both all through the night. That was just too much because she was 
sure that her father and his friend were going to hire her out. So she ran 
away. But she loves sex and wants to live with a couple who will love her 
and teach her and take care of her. She has not yet had any lesbian 
experiences so far as we know, but she has no reservations against such 
things. I do hope you will give serious consideration to having her with 
you." 

Linda was so eager she was shaking. She said, "Oh, we will. I know that I 
want her." 

Bruce nodded. "I would like to meet her and then if she likes us, we will 
take her." 

Miss Letitia cleared her throat and she closed the folder that they were 
looking at. 

"Naturally, you understand," she said, "Nancy will be quite expensive." 

"Yes," Linda said. "We know." 

Miss Letitia reached down and got out another folder. She opened it and they 
stared at the handsome face of a blond young man. He was hardly more than a 
boy, but he was big and in one of the pictures he wore swim trunks and the 
bulge in his crotch made Linda lick her lips. 

"That is really all boy," Miss Letitia said, pointing to the bulge in the 
young man's crotch. "He is a bit overdeveloped for fifteen but he has been 
circumcised and he is exceptionally virile and undoubtedly oversexed. He, 
too, had a bad home environment and ran away. He is very docile and quite 
obedient. While he and Nancy have never met, I do believe that they will 
make a fine addition to your household." 

Linda and Bruce were agreeable and it was decided that the boy and the girl 
would be brought for a visit and if they proved to be happy with Bruce and 
Linda, they might stay. Miss Letitia said that the syndicate responsible for 
the young people's future would want five thousand dollars for the pair. 
Linda glanced imploringly at Bruce and he smiled and nodded. 

The woman knew that they were going to visit with Fred and Carol and she 
said that she would bring the two slaves for a visit when Linda called and 
asked her to do so. They would stay for a week or two and then the matter 
would be decided. 

Linda was very curious as to what was being done to the youngsters at the 
present time and Miss Letitia smiled at her when she asked her question. 

"Nothing is done to exploit the youngsters," the woman said. "They are 
living in a private home now and they are given work to do that will keep 
them busy. When they are delivered to you they will be quite eager for any 
attentions that you may give them. They will both be horny as hell. We see 
to that." 

"What are the rules?" Linda asked nervously. "I mean, can we do anything to 
them that we wish to?" 

The woman smiled at Linda's question. "There are no rules at all. You may do 
anything that you like to them. Anything at all. After all, they will become 
your property." 

Linda glowed at that. "Isn't that nice," she said happily. 

They went with the woman to the front door and then they followed her 
outside. Linda felt that she still had lots of questions that she wanted to 
ask, but she never did get around to asking the syndicate woman any of them. 

The woman paused a moment at the edge of the steps and she turned to give 
them a last smile. 

"I think I should admit that there is always the possibility that one of 
these youngsters will run to the authorities and rat on the syndicate, but 
that is most unlikely. After all, no one is ever forced to do anything that 
they don't want to do. The young people who became involved with us seek us 
out because they want to live the type of life that we offer. Frankly, we 
have more than enough young people available to us and more showing up all 
of the time." 

"What is the boy's name?" Linda asked. "I don't think you told us. If you 
did, I've forgotten." 

"The boy's name is Ernest," Miss Letitia said, "and the girl's name is 
Nancy. Their last names do not matter. If you buy them and keep them, their 
last name will be your name. They will pose as your niece and nephew or your 
adopted children. You can work that out easily." 

Linda grinned. "We sure can," she said happily 

 Chapter Seven 

They dressed very carefully for their visit to Fred and Carol's and he was 
tempted to smile when he watched Linda as she packed a suitcase for them. He 
thought that that would be utterly unnecessary. Everything that they might 
need would be at Fred's but Linda wanted to take her own things anyway. 

He stood for a moment gazing at her as they walked out into the bright 
morning sunlight. She was absolutely radiant and her soft hair glistened 
under the bright light. Her mouth was a bit full and it was shaped into an 
expression of gentle petulance. That meant that she was hot, really horny 
and he wondered if she had been turned on by their talk with the woman who 
would bring their brand-new slaves to them. 

She wore a short skirt and a tight sweater that practically silhouetted her 
breasts and he ached suddenly to taste them, to fondle them. She saw the way 
he was reacting to her young loveliness and was pleased. She kissed him and 
then backed away from him hurriedly. 

"Come along, dear," she said. "Fred and Carol and their horny offspring will 
be waiting for us." 

He grinned at her, then they got into the car and he drove them to Fred's 
place. Linda kept looking at him with a teasing smile on her lips and at one 
point she reached out and caressed his stiff cock. She laughed as he began 
to squirm. 

"Well," she said, "my big man is certainly ready for that adorable teenager 
we are heading for, isn't he?" 

He nodded. "I'll bet you are in a dither, too." 

"I am," she admitted. "I expect that we will have us a very wonderful time 
of it." 

He drove in silence for a time and he worried about the fact that he was on 
his way to a sexual orgy and some of the most appealing participants would 
be young people. His mind began dealing with the facts as published in the 
newspapers and magazines, pointing up the growing prevalence of incest and a 
rabid interest in sex in any way that was alive in today's young. He had 
read case histories of many young people who pointed out that they learned 
all about sex in the confines of their own homes and they enjoyed their 
experiences and no one got venereal diseases and no one got hurt supposedly. 

He sighed, flashed a grin at Linda and stopped thinking about things. He 
intended to enjoy himself to the utmost and he was not going to do any 
moralizing at all. 

Fred and Carol had a big estate and when they turned into the drive and 
headed for the main house Bruce felt a moment of envy. Their place was 
grand, but Fred's ancestral mansion made their place look a bit small. 

"I wonder what they do about servants," he said, as he guided the car 
through a treelined lane. 

Linda said, "Carol told me that they do their own work. They got rid of all 
of the servants except the gardener and the pool maintenance people once 
they started in with the orgies. The kids were delighted to pitch in and 
help." 

"Bully for them," he said stupidly. Linda laughed at him, aware of his 
nervousness. She patted his hand, then sat back and lit cigarettes for both 
of them. She handed his to him and a moment later he parked the car in the 
area behind the big house. 

Carol and Fred and the youngsters came out of the house to greet them. They 
were all in swim trunks and Carol and Rachel, the pretty brunette daughter, 
wore bikinis that revealed more than they concealed. 

Carol laughed as she hugged Linda and then him. She kissed him on the lips 
and giggled as she squeezed his stiff organ. "How nice," she said. "Do come 
on in. We were all in the pool and we are very much overdressed. We have 
only been wearing swimsuits until you got here. Now we can get out of them 
and enjoy ourselves." 

Linda had an uncomprehending look on her face. Rachel looked at her with a 
slow, sexy smile that practically burned her to a crisp. 

"We knew that we would come out here to meet you and the gardeners might be 
around. Once we get inside that gate we all turn into nudists, so come 
along." 

They went with Carol and the others and he took a moment to admire the 
handsome young boys who obviously adored Carol and were eager to get at 
Linda's goodies. He glanced at the bulges in their crotch and smiled to 
himself. Linda was lucky. The boys were twins and their sexual equipment 
seemed to be quite large. They appeared equally well endowed. 

Fred locked the exterior gate behind them and they entered the house and 
finally settled into comfortable chairs beside a pool. The water was a pale 
blue and it was gleaming in the bright sunlight. Rachel, the hoyden 
thirteen-year-old with a beautiful body smiled at him as she stood close and 
began undoing her halter. She kept smiling at him as she bared a pair of 
pert young breasts just beginning to achieve a ripe fullness that was making 
them superb. Her nipples stood out straight like tiny berries of rich 
redness. She put her hands up to her breasts and began squeezing them, 
massaging them with her fingers. 

"Wouldn't you like me to do that for you?" Bruce asked, his smile 
practically sparkling. 

She matched his smile. "Would you?" she said. "I would like that so much." 

She stepped close to him and her mouth touched his. She kissed him in a way 
that almost made him come. She put her hand on his stiffened cock and 
giggled. "Let me suck you off right away," she said. "Otherwise you will pop 
and waste it." 

"She loves sucking cocks," Carol said sadly, as though it was a flaw in her 
character. Linda was watching and she laughed. 

"I love sucking cocks, too," she said staunchly. "I hope to spend lots of 
time with these magnificent specimens here." 

"We're willing," one of the twins said. His name was Bobby and he had dark 
hair. The other one was named Bunny and he had blond hair. It was not at all 
difficult telling them apart. 

Rachel ignored everyone as she slipped to her bare knees on the poolside 
tiles. She opened his fly and got out his balls and his cock. She began 
licking his cock and went right down on it, giving him lots of head and 
making him come in a matter of seconds. Carol was watching and she shook her 
head as she gazed at Linda a bit apologetically. 

'That girl is a real talent," she said. "I don't know what turns her on and 
keeps her turned on but I often want to bless it." 

Rachel licked him clean and then she let his cock go and she stood up. She 
peeled her bikini pants off and he stood admiring her nude body, adoring 
her. She was so beautiful and so beautifully made, he thought. She gave him 
a sweet-little-girl smile and stepped close so that she could handle his 
cock. He had his hands on her breasts and he was hard and soon she was 
trying to straddle his cock and slide it up into her eager cunt. He helped 
her, then he was in her and he felt someone's hands removing his shirt and 
his pants. A moment later, Rachel fell backward into the pool. He stayed 
right with her and they landed on the bottom of the pool. She was on her 
back, clinging to him, her hips rocking back and forth on his cock. Then she 
was tickling his balls and he began coming and so did she and they almost 
drowned at the bottom of the pool as they shuddered and shivered in a fine 
orgasm of mutual furor and frenzy. They were still locked in a firm embrace 
when they surfaced. 

She gulped air into her lungs and then she kissed him on the mouth. "Oh, 
golly, Bruce," she said. "We will have such lovely times. Just you wait." 

She let go of him and moved away from him. He clung to the side of the pool 
and when he looked up at the others he saw that Linda was naked and the boys 
were too. She had a cock in each hand and the boys were adoring her. 

Carol and Fred were naked and they were sitting in their chairs, watching 
Linda's preoccupation with the boys. Linda had the look of a girl who just 
couldn't make up her mind which boy to enjoy first. Carol solved the problem 
for her. 

"Take both of them," she advised. "If you feel like sucking them off first, 
they know how to stand so that a girl can get both cocks in her mouth, and 
they usually will come together if you are at all clever." 

Linda looked at Carol and she had a drunk look on her face. Her eyes were 
not tracking too well, either. 

"Thank you," Linda said to Carol. Then she pulled the twins toward her and 
she knelt down. The boys knew what she wanted and they stood close to each 
other. She had no difficulty getting both of them into her mouth. 

He clung to the side of the pool and Rachel moved close until her breasts 
were touching him and her hands were fondling his balls and his cock. He 
watched Linda as she coaxed both of the boys into spending. She began 
gulping and he laughed as he saw the material spilling from her hungry mouth 
but Linda managed to get it all and kept right on sucking the boys. Carol 
was watching Linda and she was handling Fred's stiff cock almost absently. 
She shivered as he watched her and then he gasped as Rachel slid beneath the 
water and began licking his balls and his cock under the water. She had sort 
of latched onto him and he liked that. He liked that very much. A moment 
later she surfaced and then climbed out so that she could sit on the rim in 
front of him. She hiked her legs up so that she was resting her chin on her 
knees and when she opened her legs he could see the folds and creases of her 
tiny sexual organ. She was watching him with her slow, sexy smile. She slid 
her bottom out to the very edge of the rim and his mouth was very close to 
her crotch. 

"Suck my cunt," she coaxed in a little-girl voice. "I love to be sucked. Do 
it for me." 

He didn't argue. He slid his face into the white, silken V and then he was 
tasting her juices and that drove him wild. The scent of her sexual organs 
was alive in his nostrils, his tongue was teasing her clit, and, when her 
little orifice began clenching and spilling, he shivered and shook and 
feasted without restraint. Her hands reached down to press his face tightly 
to her inflamed and clamoring flesh and he began to taste the sweetness of 
her loins. He was only dimly aware when Carol found him beneath the surface. 
Her mouth was eager to swallow him and she used her tongue and her nails to 
tease him into spending. All the while that he was eating Rachel, Carol was 
busy with him, sliding beneath the surface to suck fiercely and ardently at 
his cock and then surfacing for a time so that she could fill her lungs, 
then she would slip beneath the water again to suck him some more. 

Somehow, she managed to force him into frenzied orgasms and when Rachel 
finally pushed him away, he was glad of a chance to get out of the water. 
Rachel gave him her slow sexy smile and she puckered her lips in a remote 
kiss for him. 

"That was so nice," she said. "But I'm raw there now. I'll be back for more 
in just a little while." She moved her lovely legs and they flashed quickly 
in the sunlight, then she was in the pool, slowly swimming its length. 

Carol came up beside him and she had just swallowed a batch of his honey so 
he was sure that she would be willing to rest for a while. That turned out 
to be so. She clung to the rim of the pool and he did, too, and they watched 
Linda sucking Fred's cock while one of the boys screwed her from behind and 
the other one stood patiently beside Fred's chair while Fred sucked the boy 
off. Carol glanced at Bruce and smiled. 

"Fred loves to eat the boys," she explained, "and I let him. After all, so 
long as I am not deprived or slighted, I don't mind. The boys are truly 
delicious. I'm sure you'll find out for yourself, though." 

He laughed at her and then he turned so that she could rub her naked breasts 
against his chest while he held her slid his fingers in under her rump to 
play with her sensitive parts. In seconds she was clawing at him, eager for 
his cock inside of her. They managed that and began screwing rhythmically 
and earnestly as they stood in water up to their chins. Carol was ardent and 
eager and her tight little sheath was slippery. As they continued squirming 
and working against each other, he began experiencing all of the raw 
sensations of orgasm but he was sure that he was not coming at all, but it 
didn't matter. He was screwing Carol and enjoying it and she was clinging to 
him tightly and she was as eager to enjoy as he was. 

There was a long, sustained time of fierce shaking and utter frenzy and 
then, inevitably, there was a lull while they took time out to get better 
acquainted with each other. Linda told him that she enjoyed nudity and she 
went off to help Carol and Rachel and they had a light lunch and then began 
enjoying each other all over again. 

Carol suggested that they go inside to the master bedroom where they could 
continue their pleasures. Carol explained that they had most of their 
equipment on the top floor where their playroom was located but they could 
stop off in the bedroom and have some fun. 

Fred and Linda began taking an interest in each other and he stood by and 
watched as they began using their mouths on each other's genitals. Linda got 
a solid grip on Fred's cock and they began a frantic sixty-nine. He was a 
bit proud of Linda when she stopped just short of explosion and then she and 
Fred got into position for a time of furious fucking. Rachel moved close to 
him and he turned to kiss her. She took his hands and placed them on her 
breasts. When he sat down on the edge of the bed, she sat down on his cock 
and it slid up into her inner depths. He heard her gasp with pleasure as she 
felt him in her depths. He placed his hands over her breasts and then she 
was lifting herself up and settling down again and her little fingers were 
busy tickling and squeezing his balls. 

He was watching Linda and her wild, crazed convolutions as she and Fred 
wrestled and battled all over the king-size bed. He glanced away from the 
duo on the bed and he saw that Carol was down on her knees and one of the 
young boys had his cock into her. He was ramming it into her with great 
gusto while his brother sat on the edge of a big chair, grinning like an 
idiot while Carol sucked him off. The trio seemed to be quite experienced 
and very much at ease with each other and he knew that Carol was having a 
grand time and so was he. Rachel began shifting and squirming around and her 
breathing turned into tortured, labored bursts of harsh windgulping. Then he 
was coming in her, shaking and squirming like an animal, and he thought no 
more of anything except the rich, exquisite sensations that were coursing in 
his loins and lifting him to new heights of sexual ecstasy. 

When it was over Rachel simply fell onto the bed. Linda and Fred had made it 
and were in the midst of gasping, heaving efforts to regain their cool, but 
when Linda saw Rachel's cute little cunt so close to her mouth, she 
obviously could not resist. He sat up and found a cigarette and while he 
smoked he watched Rachel and Linda as they wrestled and screeched through a 
most rewarding sixty-nine. 

Linda was filled with a new and unexpected frenzy and she was all over 
Rachel's vulva, licking and sucking and feasting. He was absolutely amazed 
by her passionate hungers. Just watching Linda and Rachel as they struggled 
to exhaust each other excited him again. 

Carol was close to him and she was handling his balls and his cock. When she 
saw his amazed look as he gazed at Rachel and Linda, she kissed him and she 
whispered an explanation. 

"I'm afraid that I put a little something into our lunch. You should be 
feeling it by now, too." She was holding his rigid cock and moving her hand 
up and down and she snickered as she added, "You are feeling it right now. 
You will have such a nice time with us, believe me, you will." 

Fred and Carol turned out to be exceptional hosts. They had a well-furnished 
playroom and Bruce and Linda were made welcome in the beautiful room. Linda 
fell in love with the mechanical couch. She adopted the twins and they spent 
many hours with her. It seemed that each of them became busy trying to think 
up new and varied ways of achieving pleasure. 

He watched Linda for a time and she was busy with the twins and Fred, too. 
She was on her hands and knees atop one of the boys and his cock was sliding 
in and out of her cunt as he arched his back and strained himself upward. 
The other boy knelt behind her, ramming his big cock in and out of her 
asshole and while she was enjoying all of that action she was busy with her 
pretty face buried in Fred's lap as she sucked and licked his cock. He 
watched while a great shuddering orgasm shook her and she stimulated Fred 
into a frenzied orgasm. He realized that Linda was having the best time 
ever, and he was glad. 

Rachel and Carol both began taking an interest in him and when Rachel 
straddled his mouth and offered her little clam for the attention of his 
tongue, he was filled with a sense of delight. Carol was sucking his cock, 
he knew, and he was sure that he had reached the point where she was wasting 
her time, but that was not true. Rachel was rocking her hips frenziedly in 
his mouth and he was tasting her sap and feeding upon her flowing outlet 
like a starving child. When Carol's teasing tongue forced him into coming 
again, he felt the sensations all the way to his toes. 

They let him rest for a while and he became aware of the two boys close to 
him. They were both shaved as was Rachel and when he looked at their 
shriveled cocks he felt a moment of pity for them. But that was unnecessary, 
he discovered. 

Late in the afternoon, Carol got out some of the things that she possessed. 
He watched, fascinated, as Carol got out a hypodermic needle and filled it 
from an ampoule that she took from a box. She approached one of the boys and 
he got a big happy smile on his face. He lifted his balls up and Carol 
jabbed the needle into him below his balls. She pushed the material into his 
groin then she unscrewed the needle from the syringe and threw it into the 
trash. She got another one and discharged that into the other boy's groin. 
She looked up at him and she was smiling. "How about you?" she asked. "Would 
you like a booster shot?" 

He didn't know what to say to her. She took another ampoule from the carton 
and screwed the needle into its proper position. The whole process was 
entirely sterile and very interesting. She saw that he had no idea what she 
was doing so she explained it all to him. She was administering a shot that 
became a secretagogue to step up the excretions. 

"The boys love it when I give them a shot and Fred does, too," Carol said, 
smiling at him. "After a while, their balls swell up like grapefruit and 
they get the wildest and loveliest feelings all through their crotch. They 
can keep on putting out honey without any effort. That's what the shot does 
for them. Shall I give you one, too?" 

He reached down and lifted his balls up. "Why not?" he said. "Why should you 
have favorites?" 

She jabbed the needle into him just beneath his balls and he could feel a 
hot, burning sensation in his groin as the fluid flowed into his flesh. It 
was a nice feeling, a sort of tickling, stinging sensation and then it got 
to be even nicer. Carol put her palm against his balls and kneaded them 
gently. Then she bent and kissed the head of his cock. He was a bit 
surprised when she licked him a couple of times and he began spurting. 

"See?" Carol said, smiling happily as she devoured his erupting fountain. 
She took him deep into her mouth and her tongue was swishing back and forth 
against the throat of his organ. When she sucked he could feel every nerve 
burning in his flesh. The sensation of orgasm was steady, throbbing and 
pulsing, and it seemed to grow more and more intense. He looked around him 
and saw that Linda was sucking one of the boys while Rachel was busy sucking 
the other one. Fred was licking and sucking Rachel's tiny organ and she was 
squirming and shuddering as his tongue teased her supersensitive flesh into 
new and frenzied eruptions. 

He began to drift and float and it seemed that he was enjoying the richest 
sensations he had ever encountered. Rachel and Linda had their turns at him, 
and he could recall times when his stiff and flowing cock was buried deep in 
female flesh and he could hear their frantic screams of completion running 
through his head constantly. He had not known that sexual ecstasies could 
bring one to the brink of nothingness and sometimes even beyond, but, no 
matter what happened, the sensations of orgasm did not ever diminish and he 
could understand why those who could afford to spend great sums for sensual 
pleasures would do so. 

He became alert and it was morning and he was alone on the floor. He could 
tell it was morning because of the brilliance that was in the big room with 
him. There was a clock and it told him that it was a little after eight. 

He could smell himself and he didn't like the fragrance so he got up and 
went into a huge tiled bathroom. There was a sauna but he walked into a 
stall shower and scrubbed himself clean. 

When he got out of the bathroom he was dry and naked and fiercely erect. He 
found Carol waiting for him. She had brought him a pot of coffee and some 
toast. She was wrapped in a red satin robe and she looked to be gloriously 
alive and lovely. She kissed him and then pushed him down into a chair. As 
soon as he sat, she was at him, her hand grasping his cock, her hungry lips 
nibbling at its tip. 

"You have some coffee," she said. "I'll take care of this for you." 

He took a sip of coffee, then he lit a cigarette. She was still kissing and 
licking his sexual flesh and he was beginning to squirm and wriggle. 

"Where is everybody?" he asked. 

"In bed. Linda went to bed with the boys and Rachel is in bed with Fred. 
They will take care of each other's needs when they wake up and in the 
meanwhile I will treat you like a welcome and honored guest. You will like 
that, take my word for it. You will really love it." 

She began to kiss and lick his most sensitive flesh and then she was sliding 
her mouth down over his cock and her tongue began to move back and forth 
against the soft portion of his erection and he began to vibrate and quiver 
with exaggerated thrills of purest sexual ecstasy. 

He decided that he would do as she asked. He would take her word for it. 

 Chapter Eight 

Their visit with Fred and Carol lasted for four days and it was Linda who 
finally decided that they would have to go home. She had placed ample food 
and water where it was needed for her poodle but she was afraid that the 
animal would have made a mess of the garage where she had placed him. 

She explained to Fred and Carol and the others that she and Bruce were 
buying two slaves, or at least, agreeing to take them into their home for a 
trial period, and they had better get home so that they could have the young 
people in and find out if it was all going to work out all right. 

"You don't have to take them, you know," Rachel said, with a shy, friendly 
smile. "After all, you will always have us now." 

"Yes," Linda said, "But I guess that we are greedy. We want to try the 
youngsters, too." 

"Well, when you decide that you want company," Fred said, "call us. We will 
come and visit you. Maybe you will want to share your slaves. And, then 
again, maybe you won't." 

"We'll see," Linda said. 

She was sure that she was sated and uninterested in sex for a while. She 
called Miss Letitia from Carol's phone and she said that they would be at 
home, ready to have the youngsters in for their visit any time after that 
day. Miss Letitia was very pleased and she promised that she would deliver 
the kids the very next afternoon. 

When they left Fred and Carol, they spent a long time kissing them good-bye. 
She was a bit surprised by the things that she had seen Bruce do and she 
wondered if he was going to be a sex maniac from then on. She had watched 
him during many sixty-nines with Rachel and she had envied him as the boys 
took turns screwing Rachel so that Bruce could empty her as charmingly as 
possible. Then there was a time when Bruce sucked the boys off and he took 
on Freddy, too. Carol explained that the stuff she was feeding them could 
make them do wild and brazen things but the idea was to have a good time. 
And they sure did work hard at accomplishing that, she thought. 

She was glad to bid good-bye to Fred and Carol and the boys and Rachel, but 
only because she felt that she could use a nice long rest. 

When she and Bruce finally got home she found that the poodle had been 
amazingly self-sufficient but the little animal was so glad to see her that 
she was sure he was going to wriggle himself inside out. 

She cleaned up and then she and Bruce sat down in their own living room and 
he fixed some drinks for them. She pulled him down so that she could kiss 
him when he brought her drink to her. 

"Did you have a nice time, dear?" she asked. 

He laughed. "Do you have to ask?" 

"No, I guess not. Bruce, dear, I've been thinking that I want those two 
young people that are coming to visit us, but maybe they won't want us." 

"Let's just wait and see, shall we?" 

They rested and lounged around and Linda was amazed to find that she was 
turned on all over again at dinner time. Bruce helped her to fix a nice 
dinner and they took time out to kiss and feel each other up. They talked 
about Rachel and her twin brothers and how nice it was to have young people 
who were eager and willing in the house. When they finally went to bed that 
night she and Bruce eased their torments with a long-lasting sixty-nine. 
When he finally rolled over and went to sleep, she felt a moment of pity for 
him. She had been her usual vampire self and she had drained him dry. He 
would be glad to have some help with her, she supposed. 

She lay awake for a long time in the night, wondering what it would be like 
to have two young slaves in the house. She was sure that she would not have 
the nerve to assault the girl or the boy. Would she have to seduce them? Or 
what? She just didn't know and it was something that she knew she would 
worry about. 

In the morning, she got out of bed sure that she had not slept for most of 
the night but she was remarkably rested and when Bruce woke up, she was 
eager to get out of bed and fix a good breakfast for both of them. She got 
dressed and Bruce did, too, and they spent most of the morning sitting 
around on the patio, trying to talk sensibly about the two young people who 
were coming into their lives but that was not an easy thing to do. She was 
so excited she could hardly sit still and Bruce confessed that he was a bit 
stirred up, too. 

Miss Letitia arrived a little after twelve and she had the boy, Ernest, with 
her, and the girl, Nancy, too. Linda stepped back so that they could enter 
the house and then she stood and stared at the girl. She was even prettier 
than her pictures and her gentle eyes were glowingly beautiful. Her brunette 
hair framed her oval face and the long strands hung down her back. She was 
wearing heels, sleek pantyhose, a short skirt and a light sweater. When she 
saw the way Linda was looking at her, she smiled. 

The girl seemed a bit nervous. Linda could understand that. She went close 
to her and she put her arm around the girl's shoulders. She squeezed Nancy. 

"Hello, honey," she said softly. 

"Hi," Nancy said. She was smiling as Linda let her go. 

The boy was looking around him, impressed by the house and its furnishings. 
Linda led them all into the living room and said that she had some coffee 
ready and they could sit and relax. Then she got the coffee things and Bruce 
helped her. They gave the youngsters some milk and cookies and she was sure 
that the young people liked the house and she hoped that they would like her 
and Bruce, too. 

When they settled down in the living room, Miss Letitia smiled at Linda with 
a hint of real gladness in the smile. 

She said, "Perhaps I shouldn't say this, but Ernest and Nancy like you. 
Naturally, they don't know you as yet, but they are anxious to stay a couple 
of weeks with you and see if things will work out." 

"Oh, I hope so," Linda said, enthused. "They are such nice young people." 

Miss Letitia sipped at her coffee and lit a cigarette, puffing on it a bit. 
Then she uncrossed her remarkably good legs and searched in her purse, 
finding two folders that were wallet size. She placed them into Linda's 
hands. She was mystified until Miss Letitia explained. 

"Inside you will find the medical and clinical history of each youngster on 
a card. They have been well cared for since coming to us and they are very 
willing to live with you and your husband and to be used in any way that you 
see fit." 

Linda nodded. She noticed that Nancy was staring at Bruce with a 
bad-little-girl look and Miss Letitia noticed the hungry expression on 
Nancy's face, too. She laughed and then she stood up, ready to go. 

"You won't have any problems," she told Linda. "These two are smart enough 
to know that if they please you they will have a good life. And if they 
don't, well, then they are still looking for a home." Linda and Bruce went 
along with the woman and they watched her drive away. Linda put her hand in 
Bruce's and they went back inside the house. The boy and the girl were 
sitting quietly in their chairs, waiting for them to return. 

"Well," Linda said, smiling. "Now what? Would you like to see your rooms?" 

Nancy's brown eyes sparkled and her smile charmed them. "Oh, yes," she said. 
"I would. May I smoke, please?" 

Linda said yes. She was a little surprised by the young girl's manners. She 
wondered for a time if Nancy was having fun with her, but that was not so. 
The girl was very docile and very polite. She had been well trained by those 
who were trying to place her and it showed. Linda watched the girl light a 
cigarette and then the boy wanted one, too. Bruce went along with them as 
she took them to the rooms that she had decided would be theirs. They each 
had a bag and Nancy began unpacking in her room and Bruce and Linda took the 
boy, Ernest, on to his room. 

She and Bruce sat for a moment in the boy's room and when Bruce asked him if 
he liked the house and his new friends, the boy nodded. He was a gentle 
young man and she was glad of that. 

"Oh, yes," he said. "I hope that you will want to keep us both. I like 
Nancy, and I know that I like you two." 

Bruce smiled at her, then he turned to smile at the boy. "You know why you 
are here, don't you?" 

The boy nodded gravely. "Yes," he said. "It was all explained to us. And 
that is what we want. I will try to make you pleased with me. Nancy will, 
too." 

"Fine," Bruce said. "Now would you take your things off so that we can have 
a look at you?" 

The boy glanced at her and then he blushed. Linda liked that in him. He 
began unbuttoning his shirt and then he got out of everything except his 
shorts. It shocked Linda a bit to see the outlines of an enormous erection 
poking out his underwear. When she reached out and removed his shorts his 
sexual endowment delighted her. She smiled at him as she put her hand around 
his organ. She noticed that Bruce was staring at the boy's organs and she 
saw him licking his lips. She was shaking and her mouth was running with 
saliva. She felt the fluids leaking from the corners of her mouth and she 
knew that she had better do something drastic right away. 

She held onto the boy's cock as she used one hand to push him down onto his 
bed. Then she got her mouth over his cock and she began sucking him off. She 
was like an animal, she knew, but she just could not help herself. Bruce 
came over to her and she felt his hand under her skirt and then he was using 
his finger in her twat, trying to help her. He put his mouth over her organs 
and she began responding to his tongue. 

Soon she was erupting and the boy erupted and she went a little crazy. 

She kept sliding his organ in and out of her mouth and she was hurting him 
with the savagery of her mouth and her vacuumlike suction, but he did not 
complain. Bruce was very ardent and very helpful and while she continued 
with the boy, he kept on sucking her so that she could continue to come and 
find the releases that she needed. 

She popped the boy three times in a row and when she lifted her head, she 
gazed at Bruce, smiling, a little drunk on sex, a little wearied by the fury 
of her appetites. Bruce bent and kissed her, then he lit a cigarette and 
gave it to her. She took it, puffed on it, then smilingly kissed the young 
man. He was shaking but he looked to be very happy. 

Bruce stood close to them and she could see that he had a monstrous hard on. 
He opened his pants and took his stiff cock out. He looked at the young man 
and he could see that the boy was very interested in his meat. "Would you 
like to hold it?" Bruce asked. 

The boy nodded. He sat up and put his hand on Bruce's cock, moving his hand 
up and down slowly. He bent and kissed it, then began licking it. He twisted 
his head so that he could look up at Bruce pleadingly. Bruce laughed at 
Linda's amazed look. He reached out and rumpled her hair and then he told 
the boy that he could suck him off. 

The boy turned into a little animal then, licking and sucking and squealing 
as he began giving Bruce lots of head. Bruce was smiling at her and she 
could see that he was enjoying the boy. When Bruce started to pop, she got 
up so that she could kiss him and make it even nicer for him. The boy was 
shaking violently as he swallowed Bruce's nectar. When Bruce finally pushed 
him away, the boy looked like he hated to give up his lollipop. 

Linda lay back on the bed and opened her legs. She had not bothered with 
pants and now she was glad. She told the boy that he could amuse her for a 
while and the young man zeroed in on her. She began squirming and writhing 
in quick ecstasy as he began using his tongue and his clinging mouth on her 
flesh. 

She tried to keep track of what was being done to her, but she lost her mind 
when the boy's tongue began making her spill. When she became aware of 
things again, she found that the boy was on top of her and he was fucking 
her fiercely and energetically and Bruce was playing with her tits and 
getting a big charge out of watching what the boy was doing to her. When he 
shoved his cock into her face, she began eating him and she popped him at 
the same moment that she and the boy came together. 

She was a bit surprised when Bruce went after the boy and as soon as he 
pulled his cock out of her, Bruce began sucking the boy off. She shivered, 
watching the harsh way Bruce went about forcing the boy into new and easy 
splendor. The young man seemed to be inexhaustible and it was good that he 
was that way, she supposed, because he would have to contend with her and 
Bruce, too. 

The boy was gazing at her adoringly as Bruce sucked him off and when she 
offered him a cigarette, he took it. She lit one for herself and then she 
leaned forward so that she could kiss the young man. She took his hands and 
put them on her breasts. She was delighted when he popped as soon as he 
touched her boobs. But, in spite of that, he began kissing them and handling 
them and she hugged him to her so that she could better enjoy his 
attentions. Bruce had sucked him dry but he was still mouthing the boy's 
stiff cock and she supposed that he was really turned on something fierce. 
She knew that she was. 

When they finally left Ernest, he was pretty well worn out for a while, at 
least. Bruce fixed his clothes again and she closed her blouse and they 
looked neat and tidy again. 

Linda bent and she kissed the boy's sweet young mouth and she told him to 
stay where he was. 

"When we want you," Bruce said, "we will call you. Now try to get some rest 
because we have a very busy day ahead of us." 

Ernest smiled at them and he nodded. "Yes, sir," he said. 

They went out of his room and she closed the door and then Bruce pulled her 
into his arms and they stood in the corridor, embracing, shivering like 
freezing kids. 

"I am sure happy with him," Bruce said. "Now let's go and see how things are 
with our new daughter." 

"Our niece, dear," Linda said. "I think it will be better that way." 

They found Nancy busy in her room. She was putting things away in her bureau 
and she smiled at them as they entered. Linda realized then that they had 
spent an hour at least with the boy. Bruce was gazing at the trim beauty of 
the girl and she could see that he was very much entranced by the gorgeous 
breasts that were so revealingly outlined by the girl's sweater. 

Linda said, "We have just examined Ernest and we are very pleased with him. 
Now we would like to look at you." 

"All right," Nancy said. 

She smiled as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She took it off and Linda 
sat on the edge of the bed and Bruce sat in a chair close by and they stared 
as the young girl bared a body that was unbelievably glorious. Her breasts 
were not large, instead they were like sharp-nosed projectiles that sprang 
impudently from her young rib cage. She stepped close so that Bruce could 
handle one of her breasts while Linda handled the other. Her nipples were 
tiny things but they were richly tinted and when she squeezed one, the girl 
gasped with a quick surge of sensation. 

"These are lovely," Linda said, "but we will do awful things to them. When I 
am angry I will whip them, at other times I have ugly clamps that I will 
attach to your pretty little nipples and you will suffer horribly. I am 
warning you now." 

The girl was holding her breath and her eyes had an odd look in them and 
Linda got the feeling that she had aroused the girl exceptionally with the 
things that she was saying. 

"You want me to do things like that to you, don't you?" Linda said, smiling. 

The girl nodded her head quickly. "Oh, yes," she breathed. "You know that I 
do." 

Linda pushed her down on the bed and the girl was already squirming and 
writhing, caught up in a passionate onslaught of sexuality. She lifted her 
hips and let Linda take her things off. She was lying on her back and her 
sheer panties exposed a heavy triangle of dark pubic hair. When Linda took 
the panties off they stared at a tiny sexual development that was utterly 
charming. Linda told the girl to open her legs and she obeyed like an 
automaton. Bruce went right after her and he got his tongue into her slit 
and he began to shiver and shake and Linda watched him enviously. The girl 
reacted splendidly, squealing and screeching each time she had an orgasm and 
when Bruce finally moved away from the delicious crotch, Linda went down on 
the girl and she feasted upon the young flesh like an animal too hungry to 
know restraints. 

She was able to achieve some measure of control after a long while and she 
got up off the floor. Bruce was licking and sucking the girl's tits in 
between sessions of necking with her and when she suggested that he fuck the 
girl he was ready and eager to do as she suggested. He climbed on top of 
Nancy and then he rammed his cock into her tight little sheath and she went 
crazy, wrapping her legs around him, digging her heels into his back and 
when she came at the same time that he did, her nails clawed his back and 
hurt him. But he didn't care. 

Linda knew that he had spent himself greatly and when he pulled his organ 
from the tight little well that tried to cling to it, she licked him dry and 
then she zeroed in on Nancy's cunt and she lost her cool completely. She 
moved so that she could straddle the girl's face and then they became 
involved with a very wonderful sixty-nine that all but drained her body of 
all its fluids and eagernesses. 

Nancy became caught up in sexual frenzies that simply would not ease and 
Bruce finally brought Ernest in to try and satisfy Nancy's needs. The young 
boy mounted the lovely young girl and they fucked like a couple of nervous 
mink while she and Bruce watched. Then she went down on the girl's 
overworked slit and feasted shamelessly and eagerly. 

Bruce screwed the girl thoroughly and she was able to feast again while 
Ernest glued his mouth to her organs and did his best to please her. 

They spent most of the day in furious and frantic sexual pursuits. By 
afternoon Nancy had calmed and she turned out to be a sweet, tractable 
youngster. She was quite willing to admit that she was oversexed when she 
was with people that she liked and she didn't feel at all ashamed of her 
eager appetites. 

Linda was thrilled and delighted by the way that Nancy and Ernest got along. 
He treated her like a little princess and Linda liked that. She had both 
young people join her and Bruce in the master bedroom and they all wound up 
on the king-size bed and Linda found that she was constantly at the young 
people. She decided that she didn't like hair on their privates and she had 
Ernest shave Nancy's cunt, and then Nancy shaved his crotch and then Linda 
taught them how to use the depilatories. 

Linda was delighted with the results of her first day with a pair of slaves. 
She told Bruce, blushing a bit, that she was sure that she must be depraved 
because the childish look that both youngsters offered with their shaved 
crotches got her turned on something crazy. 

Linda began using the pills and the aphrodisiacs on all of them and they 
spent the day in sexual fun and games. Bruce fucked both slaves in the ass 
with one of the dildos and a bit later the glorious Nancy strapped one of 
the double-pronged dildos on and she screwed Bruce while Ernest lay under 
his hips and sucked him steadily and avidly. When she sat in front of Bruce 
and he saw her, Linda watched them at that and then she became interested in 
action. She pushed her crotch into Bruce's mouth and he began working on her 
with gratifying zeal. 

They spent hours on end trying anything and everything and Linda was sure 
that she had never had so much fun at any other time in her life. There was 
a quality of sexual eagerness in the youngsters, a desire to please, to 
experiment, and to work diligently for the pleasure of their new owners. 
When Bruce asked her at the end of the day if she was glad that she had 
bought a couple of slaves she was lyrical in her praises of the two simple 
youngsters. 

They ate a sketchy meal that Nancy helped her prepare and it unnerved her to 
realize that she just couldn't stop fooling around with her slaves. When 
Nancy was near she couldn't keep her hands off the girl's breasts and her 
slit and it made her feel better when she noticed that each time she handled 
Nancy's boobs or cunt, Nancy's fingers automatically began handling hers, 
too. 

They spent many hours sucking the males off and it seemed to Linda that she 
experienced an especially nice thrill when she ordered Ernest to mount Nancy 
and fuck her. She and Bruce got a big charge out of watching the two 
youngsters in furious copulation and then when it was done, one time she 
went down on Nancy and feasted on her sweet young flesh, the next time it 
was Bruce's turn to enjoy the feast. They took turns and used their new 
slaves in every way and when they finally were finished with the day, they 
slept where they were in the big bed. 

When she woke in the morning, Linda got out of bed and she gazed down at the 
lovely young girl asleep in her bed and then she gazed down at her handsome 
young husband and her handsome young slave. Bruce had his usual morning hard 
on and Ernest had one, too. She decided that she would enjoy both of them, 
but first she would take care of other things. 

She went into the bathroom and she showered. Then, filled with a brand-new 
sense of responsibility, she decided that she would fix some breakfast for 
her family. 

The matter of breakfast was already being attended to, she found when she 
returned to the bedroom. Bruce was awake, holding his stiff cock in his 
hands. Ernest was awake, too, but his cock was soft and flaccid and she knew 
without even asking that Bruce had already devoured the boy's first 
offerings. 

She went right after Bruce and when she finally let him have his cock back 
again it was only because a beautiful young waitress, charming in nudity, 
was bringing their breakfast to them on trays. She got out of bed and kissed 
Nancy, then she helped her with the food. 

They spent the day in delightful ways, feasting upon each other, testing 
their bodies and glands for new and greater thrills. Nancy was eager for 
anything, and Bruce and she hit it off together beautifully and Linda got 
along nicely with Nancy. Their second day together, Linda thought, was even 
nicer than their first day together. 

In time, Linda brought out all of the things that she had bought and she 
liked it especially when she could put the yokes on Ernest and Nancy and use 
her small measure of cruelty to force them into more splendid orgasms. 

It was Bruce's idea to plan a week for them. One day would be a day of 
togetherness and any type of sexual fun. Then Nancy would be his for a day 
while Ernest would belong to Linda. Then Ernest would be his for a day and 
Nancy would belong to Linda. Then there would be a day when Nancy and Ernest 
would be paired and he and Linda could enjoy them and whip them or abuse 
them in any way that they desired. 

The first week went beautifully and they had a great deal of fun with their 
new slaves. In time, Nancy became very helpful and useful around the house. 
She was an excellent cook and Ernest was a good helper. 

At the end of the trial period they held a conference and Ernest and Nancy 
were very definite about their joy in their new home, so Bruce gave Miss 
Letitia a check and then the young people belonged to them forever. 

Carol and Fred came by to visit one day after Carol and Linda had talked on 
the phone. Linda was eager to see Carol's reaction to Ernest and Nancy and 
she was very pleased because Fred and Carol and their youngsters adored her 
two slaves, and when Carol and Fred suggested that they could visit and have 
lots of good times, Linda was eager to do it. 

They began spending time in each other's homes and the young people got 
along nicely and everyone else did, too. 

Bruce and Linda were accepted for membership in the group that they had 
visited but they were sure that they had much more fun at home. But they did 
attend meetings once in a while, not because they were particularly 
interested in the people who belonged to the group but because they were 
afraid that they would miss something. After all, as Carol was always 
saying, they had to be very careful to keep up with things. 

Beyond that, they had little need of the club. They had a happy little group 
of their very own. 


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