BSS-702  The Weekend Captive
by Reginald Brisbane


Chapter 1

The Spender house was spacious, painted white with colored awnings over the
windows, the long marble-flagged terrace led down to a swimming pool, the
neighbors were hidden by rows of flowering eucalyptus and the wide garage
held three cars. Arnold Spender was rich had always been rich as his father
before him and his father before him. Beyond that generation the tracing
was lost, as his wife Susannah too often mentioned during rounds of
family-tree accounting. Nevertheless he belonged-she always conceded-since
his ancestors on his mother's side were pioneers like her own, one of whom
crossed the Delaware with George Washington and another died as a young
lieutenant at Valley Forge. They should be living in Boston or New York,
Susannah constantly complained, instead of being surrounded by the nouveaux
rich of Long Beach. She was all snob whereas Arnold was only part snob, a
bright and successful petroleum engineer who still retained the flavor of
his Ivy League days at Harvard.
Who they were and what they were, these were the ever repeated legends of
themselves instilled in their daughter, their own little Princess as they
called her. They scoffed at the idea of a generation gap in their closely
united family, forgetting that the younger generation that lived at Long
Beach was beyond their comprehension. Their friends were older or seemed
older than themselves, but were usually as rich, belonging to the same
clubs and having much the same interests. In this circle the young Linda
was nurtured and brought up in the belief that she had inherited the earth.
The Spenders had good cause to be proud of Linda. Bright at school, popular
with all their friends and their children, never complaining about going to
church, she never gave her parents any anxious moments-except for her
daring in the surf. The California beaches and the beaches on Hawaii where
they often vacationed were an irresistible magnet to their beautiful,
sun-blonde daughter. Her mother claimed to have passed on to Linda a
perfect figure, an open, nicely rounded face with a slightly pointed chin,
big hazel eyes and a soft, velvety skin that never tanned deeply, retaining
under the hottest sun a honey brown that sometimes disturbed her father
with its sheen of sensuality, giving him feelings to which he would never
admit, even to himself.
Linda was not yet fully developed. She would grow taller and the small
excess of baby fat around her high, perfectly rounded bottom would go. Once
in a party frock the bodice pushed up her breasts so that they formed two
little mounds above it, causing Arnold to remark that their little girl was
a big girl now. Naked, as her parents sometimes saw her running from a
shower, her breasts showed like two firm oranges, her thighs and calves
like a graceful athlete in a Cretan painting. Linda was their proudest
possession; she was a precious jewel. Yet they realized that she would one
day live her own life and must prepare for it, therefore she was allowed
complete freedom to stay out alone with a boy, as long as he was as well
bred as Tom Blackwell-and as long as she was home before midnight. The
Spenders enjoyed a lot of night life themselves, always feeling secure in
their belief that their Princess would never stray from the straight and
narrow path laid out for her.
Arnold's professional and investment interests in oil extended to Australia
where new oil field discoveries were extending his own little empire. As
vice-president of a California company he was invited to sit as a director
on the board of its Australian associate company, a position which would
mean occasional journeys out to Sydney. He and Susannah were both looking
forward to a holiday in the antipodean sunshine in the near future, where
the summer was at its highest and where Linda could enjoy a surfing break
from her high school studies.
Earlier that evening when Linda had gone to a drive-in with Tom, Arnold and
Susannah had visited a friend's house for a champagne supper. As usual,
they left early, intending to be home long before Linda arrived back. They
had celebrated somewhat more alcoholically than usual, mixing too many
cocktails with too much champagne, but nevertheless they were home and
undressed before eleven. Susannah, an older, taller and well preserved
replica of her daughter, wanted to dance so Arnold turned out the lights,
put on a record and, blithely naked, they danced slowly across the living
room floor toward the long settee. Warmed by the drinks and the central
heating, their bodies slightly perspiring, they began to feel one another,
Susannah squeezing his slowly hardening cock while Arnold slid his hand
down the cleft of her ass-cheeks, down until he could stretch a finger to
the back of her slippery cunt. Susannah suddenly broke away from him.
Surprised, he asked her what was wrong.
"I don't suppose it's anything," she replied "Perhaps it's just that I've
had too much to drink. I had a sudden thought that something might happen
to Linda in Australia. You know, something with men. Some people say the
Australians are uncouth."
"At least, honey, they don't go around shooting each other as often as
Americans do. All the ones I've met were nice. They drink a lot and play a
lot but they are very respectful towards women. As a matter of fact I've
heard it said that they would rather soak than poke."
Susannah gave him a sour look. Vulgarities were rarely well received by 
Susannah, except when they were making love. Tonight he was sure not in a
mood for soaking up booze, he was all for a good long fuck. He pulled his
wife down on the settee, his cock still erected to half-ready hardness. Her
mood was inhibiting him.
"Look, baby, we'll be there to look after her," he cajoled.
"Yes, of course, sweetheart. It's just that I have a kind of premonition.
Perhaps we shouldn't go. It may be something to do with the jet. It's a
long flight out to Sydney." The more she talked the softer grew his prick.
There was only one sure way of getting her to shut up, and he pushed her
back against the cushions and opened her legs.
In the dim light, Arnold could make out the pale sheen of her soft skin,
and his eyes traveled greedily over her still firm breasts with their dark,
mouth-watering nipples. From there, he glanced down to her trim waist with
its softly rounded stomach, and his breath quickened as his eyes came to
the dark patch of curling hair which drifted down and around the rosy lips
of her cunt. Arnold held her legs apart for several minutes, staring
hungrily at the exposed area. Then, unable to restrain himself any longer,
he plunged his head down between her widespread legs and buried his face in
her hotly pulsating pubic area.
Susannah's little clitoris was already erect when his darting tongue found
it and frantically began to lick at it, his lips closed around the tip of
it lovingly as he tried to suck it into his mouth. Then he licked sloppily
down to her hotly pulsating cunt, and he jabbed in and out as if he were
fucking her with his tongue, running it hungrily around her wetly steaming
cunt and sucking the oozing juices into his mouth.
Already, he could feel her cunt throbbing madly toward her climax. This was
always the best way ... when he could bring her to a quick orgasm with his
mouth. But that was only the beginning; that first climax got them both so
hot that whatever they did after that was always far more exciting to both
of them. Arnold extended his tongue to its fullest length and rammed it as
far as it would go into the hot tunnel of her vibrating cunt, and she began
to moan as he licked and prodded at the soft tender flesh of her dripping
pussy.
His tongue flicked in and out in a furious staccato rhythm as her juices
flowed in a hotly excited stream, and he sucked them into his open mouth.
Now her thighs were starting to twist and jerk, and she clamped her hands
down on his head, crushing his lips into her steaming cuntal area, and she
opened her mouth in a long agonizing wail as her orgasm exploded. They were
both so intensely involved in their love-making that they were totally
unaware that they were not alone.
Chapter 2
The moonlight shimmered on the dark Pacific, and the wind sighed in the
pines but Linda cared nothing for the beauty of the surroundings or the
pungent aroma of the pines as her swirling emotions churned inside her. The
tortured girl leaned her blonde head forward on the dashboard of the
convertible, her lithesome young body shaking with sobs, her stomach
muscles contracted in spasms of hurt and humiliation. Slowly she wiped the
sticky fluid from her cheek and neck as Tom lay back in the seat, pale and
aghast. Oh God, what have I done, he said to himself, closing his eyes and
wishing himself a thousand miles away.
It was their last night together before Linda and her family were to leave
for Australia-a night that the blonde teenager had hoped would become a
beautiful, romantic memory during the two weeks she would be away from her
young boyfriend. And now this had happened to ruin everything! She knew
about the human body from her biology classes and sex instruction, but to
experience what she had just gone through was shattering. It had begun as
their petting so often did, with kissing and fondling, with Tom's hand
sometimes feeling up between her thighs, sending thrilling tremors through
her ripe body as it slowly passed over the panty-covered mound of her
sensitive triangle. This time she had let him tenderly kiss one of her
small pink nipples, although she pushed him away when he began to suck and
nibble in eagerly abandoned passion.
"Please Linda, let's do it right," he had begged, breathing hotly against
her ear while he began to feel his way surreptitiously along the inside of
her thigh. He had almost reached the warmth of her pussy, had almost
touched the sparse tangle of pubic curls through her flimsy panties when
she roughly pushed his hand away.
"Tom Blackwell the Third, don't you know how much I want to?" she asked. "I
wish we were naked together, and some day we will be, but I intend to
remain a virgin until we are properly married. Supposing we never married
... supposing you were to fall in love with someone else ... wouldn't I be
ruined for some other man who might want to marry me? Besides, I'm much too
young to marry, and we'll just have to wait. My parents didn't bring me up
to become a loose woman."
Tom was forced to think rationally. Linda was only fifteen, and at
seventeen he himself was too young to marry. He felt depressed at the
prospect of having to wait two, three, maybe more years before he could
take that delicious young body naked into his arms. He had known Linda
since they were both small children. They were together every summer, 
usually spent on the beach where he had observed her lithe sun-browned body
begin to fill out into adolescent womanhood, to change from a wild tomboy
who surfed and rode a board as well as any of them, into a lovely golden
creature who verged on being a goddess.
Now, on this important night, the girl he adored was weeping and showing
every indication of being revolted by him. It had been an ungovernable urge
that had apparently wrecked their friendship, and there was no doubt that
Linda would share the blame. When their petting had reached a stage where
it seemed that both of them would lose all restraint, he had unzipped his
fly to expose his rock-hard cock, and Linda had gazed at it as though
entranced, slowly moving her hand to stroke it when Tom had impulsively
implored her, "Oh please kiss it. Please kiss it!" She had leaned down,
gently drawing back the foreskin and had kissed the blood-filled head with
a long, wantonly sensual kiss, her mouth half-open so that her teeth
pressed into the rigid flesh. And no sooner had she lifted her mouth from
the throbbing member than she felt Tom begin to quiver violently.
Suddenly, he cried out.
"Aaaaggghh, Linda, Linda, Linda! Jeez Linda. I'm cummmiinngg!" With that
he'd exploded into orgasm, his hot white sperm flying onto Linda's shocked
face, to dribble wetly down her neck and chin onto her firm young breasts.
Linda's first reaction was blind shock-then something her mother had told
her flashed unbidden into her mind. Men are filthy beasts at times, her
mother had said, adding that her lovely little Princess would find out all
about them when she married. The older woman had always warned her about
men wanting to rape every young girl they could lay their grasping hands
on, although she'd encouraged Linda's association with Tom, for-after
all-Tom had gone to the right school, and he could trace his family back as
far as their own. He was well-mannered, a cut above the rest of his friends
at Long Beach High. Now, as tears flooded her eyes and shame colored her
lewdly defiled cheeks, she realized that Tom was as evil, as crude and
horrible as the creeps who took those cheap working girls down to the beach
at night for depraved orgies.
It was partly her own fault, the sobbing young blonde told herself. She
should never have allowed their petting to go so far. He had become so
passionate, and because of her love for him, the poignancy of their last
night together and the sensual intimacy of the convertible, she had lost
all control when she sympathetically kissed his thick pulsating penis. She
had only intended giving it a quick kiss, something they would both
remember as being part of their own private love, a little secret between
them while she was away in Australia. Sometimes she had wondered if her
mother's talks had warped her natural tendencies away from sex, if perhaps 
she might never be capable of wanting a man inside her, and she'd wanted to
prove her fears wrong. Would she grow up to become a sexless "female
eunuch" incapable of allowing a male organ to pierce her virginal vagina?
She had wondered about that until now, this night that had brought a
torment of desire followed by shame and loathing.
She hated him; she despised him as she felt him beside her, doing up his
fly while she wiped away her tears and stray flecks of his sticky cum. What
a vulgar word! How dare he use such foul language in front of her! How
frightening and awful men were.
"Drive me home," she ordered, unable or not wanting to pronounce his name,
"Immediately!"
At home she would find a sane refuge from the turmoil that raged inside
her, from the fear and a sickening kind of loneliness building up
insidiously in her being. Silently, Tom drove out of the dark lane which
led to the beach where they had parked, back to the large house where
Linda's parents had left the terrace lights on to welcome their daughter
home. Usually Tom would be invited in for a late supper before he left, but
tonight his world was shattered as Linda hurried out of the car, not even
turning her head when he called out his farewell.
"Good night, Linda-I'm sorry."
When Linda got out of Tom's car, she slowly mounted the steps to the
terrace. The night air felt chilly, and she pulled her sweater tighter
around her shoulders. Tears swelled unrestrained in her eyes, her tormented
body felt empty and numb, her legs slightly trembling. As she heard Tom's
car drive away, she almost turned to call after him. She had lost him, her
first true love, the boy to whom she had always felt as close as a sister
to a brother with that something extra that belonged to future lovers. She
had admired others, especially some of the handsome young men she saw on
the beaches, sometimes almost wanting them with a physical ache, a feeling
she always quickly dispelled. She did not want to become like the common
"whores," as her mother called them, who slept around. She knew Tom and his
friends despised girls like that. But isn't that what he must think of her
now? Oh God! Why did her animal want dissolve all the caution that had been
instilled in her? She could never face Tom again. Never, never, never. When
she returned from Australia, she would try to persuade her parents to move
to Boston, where they belonged. She knew they stayed in California so that
she could enjoy the best climate in the world, to have the sea to swim in
and the surf to ride. None of that mattered now.
Mortified, filled with the shame of having committed a sexually obscene
act, she wished she were dead. Perhaps she would never be able to face any 
boy again, let alone sit with one in a car or on the beach.
She stopped crying and was calmer, trying to rationalize from her small
experience of life how, in a few minutes, her happiness had been completely
destroyed. It could not have been all Tom's fault, she supposed,
remembering how she had occasionally stared furtively at the swellings in
the front of the boys' pants. Had she always wanted to place her lips
against a boy's cock? Penis, she corrected herself. Oh heavens, the thought
of it was bringing to life a strange feeling inside her. Did she want to
kiss, to open her mouth and wetly kiss the pulsating flesh of an erected
penis-did she really want to do that? She brushed the thought aside. I'm
just being adolescent, she told herself, and thought of going inside to
greet her parents. Should she tell her mother of her humiliating
experience? Gosh! What would she say? How could she explain it anyway-that
she had voluntarily leaned down and given Tom a passionate kiss on his
cock? Penis. Linda Spender! You're becoming as vulgar as the beach girls!
she remonstrated with herself. They used the most awful words. Like "fuck."
And Tom had called out that he was cumming. She began to cry again, the
shame of it all causing her to feel faint. She buried her head in her arms,
sobbing until the tears could flow no longer.
The house was strangely silent; it was usual for her parents to leave the
lights on in the living room and to be there when she returned. The
curtains hadn't been drawn across the glass doors leading out onto the
terrace, and now she became aware of music playing-a record, one of their
favorites. She supposed they were sitting quietly in the dark, listening to
it. The thought of being with them cheered her. She would open the terrace
door quietly and surprise them. She had made up her mind not to mention the
incident in Tom's convertible, putting aside the inevitable explanation why
she didn't ever want to see him again.
She turned the door handle gently so there was no hinge squeak as she
pushed the door open a few inches. She looked about the large,
semi-darkened room, her gaze riveting on the two entwined figures on the
settee. She was transfixed, unable to move or turn her eyes from the scene
of utter debauchery. Her father and mother! Naked! Her father's head was
buried down between her mother's widespread legs- she couldn't quite see
what he was doing but a shaft of light from outside illuminated her
mother's head to reveal the older woman's face contorted into a terrifying
grimace. Obviously they must be drunk, or even drugged with pot! she
thought crazily. At first the horrified teenager didn't believe that the
couple on the settee were her parents, hoping against hope that they might
be some outrageous overnight guests, but she was soon disillusioned.
She saw her mother pull the head up from between her legs, and she caught a
glimpse of her father's face. His chin and cheeks were glistening from her 
mother's secretions.
"Let me ..." her mother murmured, then broke off, not completing her
request. But long association made words unnecessary; her father understood
what she wanted. He got up from his position and climbed on top of her ...
but not the way he should, Linda realized with horror. He was backwards,
his knees on either side of her mother's head, and his cock-Linda couldn't
stop the word from jumping into her mind-his cock was long and hard
looking, and it was poised directly above the older woman's face.
Instead of trying to avoid it, Linda's mother opened her mouth and moved it
directly below the jutting member, and the girl watched in shock as her
father slowly lowered his hips, pushing his pulsating cock between her
waiting lips. At the same time, the young blonde's father buried his face
once more between her mother's legs.
Linda stayed at her position by the door, unable to move, terrified her
parents would see her but unable to tear herself away from the lewdly
hypnotic spectacle. They are out of their minds, completely insane, she
almost screamed aloud as she watched her wantonly sucking mother now
caressing her father's balls. Testicles, the young girl's mind
automatically corrected itself. The older woman was moving her husband's
cock around in her mouth, the changing bulges in her obscenely working
cheeks quite visible to her daughter watching from the door.
Soon her father began to moan quietly, his head still buried down between
her mother's legs, his buttocks quickening in their rise and tall as he
thrust his swollen member wildly in and out of her contorting mouth. He was
beginning to gasp for air, and he was forced to raise his head, crying out
as he did so.
"I'm cumming, Susannah! Oh you wonderful girl; I'm cumming! I'm
cccuummmmiiiinnnggg ..."
Linda expected her mother-drunk as she must surely be-to actually choke in
her desperate fight for air, or certainly to tear herself away from that
thickly jerking penis, but incredibly, she stayed there with the impaling
hardness in her mouth and swallowing, actually swallowing the surging load
of semen. Linda continued to stare as though hypnotized by the debauched
sight of her own mother behaving like a degraded whore. And her father! His
cock was still hard and seemed frighteningly long as he drew it from her
mother's mouth.
With the feeling that her parents had deserted her, that her world had
finally crumbled to ashes, Linda managed to shake herself from her state of
numbed shock and leave the depraved spectacle behind her. Silently, she 
closed the door and went to the main entrance of the house where she
carefully let herself in, turning off the terrace lights before creeping
softly up the stairs to her room. The desolate blonde teenager removed her
clothes in the dark and sank back onto the bed to stare blankly up at the
shadowed ceiling in a state of shock and incomprehension, until at last
blessed sleep came to carry her off into forgetfulness.
Chapter 3
The early morning rush to complete packing, take showers, eat breakfast and
get to the airport precluded any discussion about the previous night.
Linda's mother did manage to ask after Tom, and her father wondered how
Linda had got into the house and into bed without anyone hearing. Linda was
trying to avoid her parents, an intention that went unnoticed in the
scramble to catch the Queensland and Northern Territory Aerial
Service-Qantas-airliner. Linda made a half-hearted attempt to scribble a
note to Tom before she left, but it was no use. She was weighed down with
an overwhelming sense of guilt, at the same time feeling shocked and
disappointed with him. Each time the incident came into her mind she pushed
it away, only to be haunted again and again by the scene in the convertible
as well as the low depths to which her parents had sunk.
She didn't ask them about their farewell parties, the only thing said being
her mother's comment.
"I swear I'll never mix cocktails and champagne again as long as I live. I
don't even remember going to bed last night."
Neither the mother nor daughter noticed the smile on Arnold Spender's face.
He was quite used to her pretense that she didn't remember a thing ...
especially after they had enjoyed a particularly wanton session of
lovemaking ... and the more uninhibited she had been the night before, the
less she pretended to remember.
Linda, however, wondered if her father had also suffered a blackout, if
what she had witnessed had been performed while they were both
semiconscious under the influence of alcohol. She felt a little relieved at
this thought then paled at the remembrance that she, herself, when she
kissed Tom's penis, was perfectly sober. She could not lay the blame on
drink or drugs, and she was beginning to realize that she couldn't really
blame Tom.
They arrived at Honolulu in the early afternoon, allowing time for the
three of them to go to the beach before dinner. Linda's parents were
pleased to see that she was getting over her dark mood. The poor girl was 
missing Tom quite badly, they both thought, and went out of their way to
indulge her with little gifts, including a color Polaroid land camera. They
dined late, taking a long while over the meal, since they were to change to
a different flight after midnight. There was plenty of time, explained
Arnold Spender, as he didn't have to be in Sydney until Sunday.
"Well, this is only Friday," said Linda. "Why don't we stay in Honolulu
another day?"
"Because, Princess, we lose a day when we cross the International Date
Line. We leave here early on Saturday morning, and a few hours later we
land at Sydney on Sunday morning. Then, on Sunday afternoon we're invited
to tea with the Dowlings. He's chairman of the Australian company."
"I don't think I'd want to go visiting, Daddy. Couldn't I just go surfing
... we're staying at Bondi Beach, aren't we?"
"Sure you can," her mother said. "Do whatever you please. This is a
vacation for you, and we want you to make the most of it. You're only young
once, Princess."
Her father called for the check and they left the restaurant to catch a
taxi out to the airport. "I think you'll be surprised when we get to Bondi
Beach, Linda. The apartment looks right over the beach, and on Sunday
they've got a spectacular surf carnival that will be more fun for you than
having tea with these dull old business associates of mine."
The plane took off on schedule and landed, after a little over six hours,
at Sydney's Kingsford Smith airport. An hour later, the Spenders entered
their luxurious apartment overlooking Bondi Beach with the blue Pacific
stretching out to the horizon.
Early as it was, the morning sun was already hot, its rays burning down on
a crowd of people already swimming in the surf or lying on the beach. It
was all so inviting, so temptingly cool, and the surf was just right for
shooting; Linda could hardly wait to slip into a bikini. During the long
flight she had made up her mind to forgive Tom, a decision that eased some
of the shameful guilt nagging her for so long that she'd felt she was on
the edge of a nervous breakdown. Having made that decision and having slept
soundly on the plane, she now felt exhilarated, as though she were about to
enter a wonderful adventure.
"When do we go to church, Daddy?" she called out.
"Guess we'll skip it this Sunday, Princess. Perhaps we'll go twice next
Sunday, to make up," he said teasingly.
Hundreds of cars were moving in to park along the beach front as Linda
walked across the broad boulevard to the beach. She copied the local girls
who wore nothing except bikini and sandals, noting that there didn't seem
to be any obvious difference between Americans and Australians, as far as
looks were concerned. Suntanned youths earned boards across clean golden
sand down to the surf where the breakers were rolling in. The sights and
smell of the sand and sea reminded her more of Hawaii's Waikiki than of
Long Beach. At this hour of the morning there were long patches of empty
spaces. She dropped her towel and ran into the sea, diving under a breaker
then swimming out against the rollers to wait for a big one that would
bring her back to shore. The cool salt water washing over her body brought
on the animal sensations that always flooded tingling through her body when
she lay flat on a board, her pelvis pushing hard down to hold her balance.
If only she had a surfboard to ride these superb waves! After shooting
several breakers, she was about to leave the water when an empty board came
tumbling towards her and she automatically grabbed it, knowing that its
owner would be saved an extra swim from the beach to retrieve it. She was
looking around for someone to claim it when suddenly a head popped up
beside her, a slightly freckled face under a strange looking red and green
cap. A lean and bronzed arm reached over the board and the young man's
pleasant voice said, "Thanks, Miss, that's very kind of you to catch it for
me."
Linda stared at this handsome apparition, this smiling young man with
twinkling blue eyes and the funny cap.
"Hi. Do all Australians wear bathing caps?" she asked laughingly. "Or have
you got your curlers in?"
The young man threw back his head and laughed. "Hell no! You must be a
stranger not to recognize a Life Saver's cap. Where do you come from?"
"Actually, I only arrived a couple of hours ago," Linda explained. "I'm
from California. You know where that is, don't you?"
"Sure thing. It's where they grow oranges and beautiful girls. I bet they
don't have beaches like Bondi over there."
"Of course we do. Maybe better than this, though it's hard to imagine a
more perfect day than this. Anyway. I do like your cap. It's kinda cute."
Linda was attracted to him despite the fact that he obviously worked as
some sort of lifeguard. She was in a mood to flirt, at least to meet some
young people, to get away from the presence of her parents for awhile. 
These was still that disturbing image of them lingering in the back of her
mind.
"Is that all you do, save lives?" she asked.
"Hell no! It's only a voluntary job. By the way," he said, lifting his body
onto the board, "My name's Hugh. Hugh Watson."
"Hello Hugh. I'm Linda."
"Can you ride a board, Linda?"
"Certainly. Are you offering me yours?"
Hugh smiled. He was offering her his all right. He'd give it to her right
up the ass! he chuckled to himself. So far, he'd only been able to see the
long blonde hair falling down into the blue-green water and two nice little
rounded breasts cupped in a narrow black bikini top.
"Climb aboard and take it away, Linda. It's all yours. I'll wait for you on
the beach."
He slid off the board, treading water while she pulled herself up to lie
flat and paddle out into the oncoming breakers. Phew! He said to himself,
what a luscious piece of ass. Hope she's sixteen or it could mean jail for
me. Floating on his back, he watched Linda's ass-cheeks tightening and
relaxing as she pushed the board out, noticing that, when she knelt up on
it, her golden tan went all the way down to the small cleft between her
well-rounded buttocks showing temptingly above the brief bikini pants. He
smiled luxuriously to himself, closed his eyes and let the waves float him
back towards the beach. He was going to get inside those pants if it was
the last thing he did.
Hugh was captain of a Life Saving team from Brisbane competing in the
national championships being held at the carnival that Sunday. He was, in
fact, a professional, working as an inspector on the beach at Surfer's
Paradise in Queensland. It was the only life he knew, having left school
early, and now, at the age of twenty-one, he wasn't interested in doing
anything else. He'd tried various jobs, driving trucks on the
Brisbane-Sydney run and working as a builder's laborer, work that took him
away too long from the lazy days on beaches and pleasant nights with girls
so easily picked up. At Surfer's Paradise it was holiday time all year
round. For Hugh, that was what life was all about-sun, sea and girls-a life
his police sergeant father constantly complained about, always
unavailingly. Typically Australian, the young surfer detested snobbery and
resented being looked down on for his coarse accent-he considered himself 
as good as anyone.
Hugh eased his six foot frame out of the sea and strolled along the beach
to a small group of friends from his team. They all wore the little red and
green caps tied with tape under their chins. Their carnival swimsuits were
also green with a band of red zigzagged from chest to crotch. The "crooked
phallic symbol," they called it. He lowered himself down onto the sand
beside Tiger Kelly.
"Just picked up a snooty little American broad, Tiger," he said, cocking
his eyes out to where Linda was sliding his board down a wave. "There she
goes."
"Looks fuckable from here," drawled Tiger. "What's she like close up?"
"Pretty as a picture. Well stacked and a butt like two ripe melons. Bit
young though-might be unlucky thirteen, but I'm hoping she's lucky
sixteen."
"Better keep old Sludge-Pump Yates away from her. You know what a bastard
he is with kids. Likes to try and split them apart with his colossal tool,"
Tiger observed, referring to Jim Yates, another of the team. "Of course, we
could always open her up for him."
"Yeah," replied Hugh, "and don't forget I get the openers. Don't start
getting ideas yet, friend. We haven't got it on a plate."
"What's the plan, Hugh? Can we use Jenny's apartment?"
Jenny was Hugh's cousin who shared an apartment with another girl in a
building at the north end of the beach. She was a leading fashion model who
traveled a great deal to other cities and had invited Hugh to stay at the
apartment while he was down for the carnivals at Bondi and Coogee. Hugh
often wondered why Jenny never seemed to have a regular boyfriend, let
alone prospective husband. At twenty-seven, she was a stunningly beautiful
girl. Hugh supposed she was too busy with her career, never staying
anywhere long enough to establish a lasting association with a man. Tiger
Kelly had taken her out in Brisbane and had gotten nowhere with her. A bit
of a dyke, he thought then, keeping his ideas to himself so as not to
offend Hugh who could be quick-tempered and a little too ready with his
fists.
"Jenny won't be back from Melbourne until late tonight and her roommate's
away in the country," said Hugh. "I think the little Yankee doll and I
might have a twosome after the carnival. You guys can come along later for
a gang-bang," he added, relapsing into his normal coarse speech.
Having caught two long rides right up to the beach Linda decided to leave
the water to dry off in the sun. As she dragged the board onto the sand,
she saw Hugh detach himself from the group of men in green and red
swimsuits and run towards her. She couldn't help but notice his powerful
build, the lithe and easy stride of his long legs-nor could she help
looking down the red zigzag to the bulge between his legs. She felt a
strange excitement slowly building up inside her, putting it down to the
fact that she liked the look of this fresh-faced Australian with his nice
smile and twinkling blue eyes. Surely she couldn't be falling in love with
a complete stranger, especially one dressed as though he were prepared for
some outlandish beach side-show or circus. The idea somehow thrilled her.
Tom was thousands of miles away. Why shouldn't she like someone she met in
the sea, someone who was built like a Greek god?
"You ride a board like an expert. Almost as good as a man," Hugh said,
laughing as he ran up to greet her. "What did you think of it?"
"I loved the ride," Linda replied. "But I'm afraid the board is out of my
league. I'd be happier with a shorter one."
"I can arrange that, if you're staying around for awhile," said Hugh,
remembering that Jenny had a shorter board in her apartment.
"Oh, I'll be around for two weeks. Daddy is here on business. In fact, we
are staying in an apartment over there," Linda said, pointing to the large
apartment building. "Look, on the third floor, I think that's mom on the
balcony watching us." Linda waved and the figure on the balcony waved back
then lifted her right arm, signaling to Linda that it was time she returned
for lunch. "I'm afraid I'll have to go. Thank you very much Hugh for the
board."
"Before you go I'd like you to meet my friends, some of the boys from the
Brisbane team." They walked over to the group sitting on the sand. "This is
Tiger, that's Billy and that one laying down is Sludge ... I mean Jim."
They smilingly called their hellos, letting her know with their eyes their
approval of her face and figure. The one called Jim was a little too
appraising, his eyes lasciviously glued on the four inches of bikini that
covered the space between her legs. She nodded coldly in their direction.
They didn't appeal to her at all.
"I suppose you have to be friendly with members of your team," she
remarked, her nose tilting in the air. "It's too bad they're such a dull
group." Hugh could hardly believe his ears and a red flush of temper
colored his cheeks. She did not notice the anger showing on his face as she
walked away. He decided to say nothing for the time being.
He dropped the board to walk with her to the steps. "Are you coming to
watch the carnival this afternoon?" he asked.
"I can't wait," she replied. "I'm dying to see the surf-boat race."
"I'll look out for you Linda. Afterwards you might like to meet my cousin
Jenny. She'll lend you her board for as long as you like."
"Yes, I'd love to meet her. Thank you very much. You must come to our
apartment sometime to meet dad and mom. See you later at the carnival. Bye
for now, Hugh."
"Cheerio, Linda."
As he watched her crossing the street his eyes were drawn to the magnetic
sight of her light brown, silken back with its little cleft showing above
her buttocks, the slim legs and thin ankles, the long blonde hair bouncing
back into its natural waves as the sun dried it out. He watched until she
disappeared into the entrance of the apartment building. Looking up at the
balcony he saw her mother still watching; he waved to her but she made no
response; perhaps she was looking at the scene on the beach where thousands
of people in a variety of beach gear were lounging around on the hot sand
... or perhaps she was a snob, too.
As Linda entered the apartment she was unable to prevent her mind again
filling with resentment against her parents, remembering that debauched
scene of her mother sucking away at her father's penis ... and swallowing.
She wished she hadn't returned from the beach where she felt free and happy
riding rollers in on Hugh's board. Why did that scene of debauchery keep
returning to haunt her mind? She was unreasonably annoyed when her mother
asked, "Who was that person I saw you talking to on the beach?
"Oh, just a boy who loaned me a surf hoard. He's one of the life savers or
whatever they call themselves; he's in the carnival this afternoon," she
replied, somewhat petulantly. Linda had enjoyed so much freedom and trust
back home she now resented this tone of her mother, suggesting that her
independence could be restricted. "Is lunch ready?" she asked. "I'm
starved."
"Yes, it's all ready," her mother replied. She had long accepted the fact
that Linda was a headstrong girl. "You'd better leave your shower until
later."
After lunch Linda washed off the salt water and lay on her bed with the 
sunlight playing on her naked body, her eyes closed as she felt the heat
relaxing her. Half-asleep in the sun-induced doze, she dreamily caressed
her small, rounded breasts, bringing the little pink nipples up as she did
so, then letting one hand almost aimlessly wander down along her flat
stomach, her palm pressing firmly down until she felt the soft mound of her
pubic triangle. As she sank towards sleep she felt with her middle finger
the lips of her vagina, unconsciously probing further until her finger slid
unexpectedly into the moist groove. She rolled gently from side to side
with her hand still there, her finger moving slowly back and forth over the
firmly erect clitoris. She was barely conscious of what she was doing or
the fact that she was getting half-formed visions of Hugh's face ... her
mother guiding her father's cock inside her ... Hugh running towards her
... the swollen red patch of his carnival swimming costume. The
sensuousness of the touch of her finger lingered with her as she fell into
a deep, contented sleep.
Chapter 4
It was around three o'clock in the afternoon when a loud knocking on
Linda's bedroom door awakened her, causing her to sit up with a start. She
thought she was in her own room at home until she saw the strange walls and
furniture.
"Princess, wake up," called the reassuring voice of her father. "We're
leaving now." He opened the door an inch or two, seeing her naked on the
bed. For the first time that she could remember she felt embarrassed with
him looking at her. "I looked in earlier," he added, "but you were sleeping
so soundly I didn't have the heart to wake you."
"What time is it?" she asked, thinking to herself that it was time her
parents respected her privacy.
"A little after three. You'd better hurry if you don't want to miss the
carnival, though I wonder if anyone can get near the parades, the beach is
so packed. There must be a hundred thousand people down there. We'll be
back at about seven. We've left the phone number where you can contact us
if you need to. 'Bye now, Princess." His eyes furtively lingered longer
than was necessary on her ripe young body.
"Bye baby, have a nice time," called her mother as they left the apartment.
Linda looked out the window at the scene on the beach. She had never seen
so many people jammed together on a beach. There were squads of Life
Savers, each squad in different colored costumes, marching in a high
knee-action along the sand, row after row of tall, bronzed young men. In 
the front of each squad one of them carried a short pole with a banner
proclaiming the name of the surf team. She could pick out the Brisbane team
in their green and red; the man in front looked like Hugh, she thought.
Again she experienced that strange tightening inside her, an excitement
combined with apprehension; she felt it right through her body, a moist
heat forming under her naked mound. She unconsciously let her hand caress
herself before hurriedly slipping into her bikini. Perhaps she should wear
a beach dress, she thought. No, she felt better-freer-in her bikini. She
must hurry, not to miss the parade; she put on her sandals, picked up her
Polaroid camera, grabbed a towel and rushed out of the apartment, slamming
the door behind her.
Damn! She'd forgotten her beach purse and the front-door key. Stepping out
of the elevator she looked for a hall porter's office on the ground floor.
There was none! Gosh, I'm locked out until seven this evening, she thought,
without worrying too much about it.
The street was empty of moving traffic; everything had come to a stop.
Linda walked down to the beach and forced her way through the crowd until
it became so thick around the parading Life Savers she could move no
further.
"I'll give you a leg up," suggested a leering youth, putting his hand under
her ass. A bald, middle-aged man standing nearby laughed. "I'll give you a
finger up," he called crudely to her as she pushed away to stand near what
appeared to be a respectable family group. Soon there was loud cheering.
"That's the end of it. Maraboubra's won again," she heard someone say.
Linda walked well away from the main crowd to where she could sit down and
watch the life boats being rowed in a race through the surf, a few boats
being overturned in the process. She stood up in time to see the
green-and-red team's boat nose up in the air, twist sideways and turn over
in the foam of a huge dumping wave. That must be Hugh's boat, she thought,
and ran along the wet sand. It was the Brisbane boat, swamped and out of
the race. He came ashore carrying an oar over his shoulder, grinning as if
he'd won. She lifted her camera and snapped.
"Hi there, Linda. Did you see us turn turtle? The steersman's being brought
in unconscious so we're out of the race."
"Gee, I'm sorry, Hugh."
"Oh, I'll get over it!" he grinned boyishly. "I'm just going to see if
Jim's OK and then how about you and me going to the north end for a swim?
It's not so crowded up there."
"I'd like that, if we can actually get there through this crowd."
"Nothing to it. We'll walk along the promenade."
Hugh saw that Jim had come around with nothing worse than a lump on his
head. He rejoined Linda, walking her a half-mile or so along the scorching
concrete promenade at the back of the beach which was crowded from one end
to the other. Linda could see little point in trying to swim anywhere, it
was all too unpleasantly packed. Hugh agreed with her. "May as well go
home," he suggested, testing to see if she wanted to stay with him. Her
answer was promising:
"That's not possible for a few hours. I forgot to bring a door key and my
parents are out for the whole afternoon. They won't be back until this
evening." She neglected to add that it was to see him that she had rushed
out of the apartment in such a hurry.
Hugh tried to appear concerned. "Look, I'll tell you what we'll do if you
like. I'll take you to Jenny's apartment. She's my cousin. A terrific girl,
you'll like her. She lives just over there," indicating a modern apartment
block across the street. "She's very respectable, a top-class model. And
anyway I wanted to borrow her board for you. How about it, do you trust
me?"
Linda trusted that winning smile and those steady eyes. She could see now
that he had removed his cap that his hair was a sandy color, a little too
short by modern standards though probably right for a swimmer. That feeling
inside her suddenly welled up again. Her heart seemed to beat a little
faster. She should refuse the invitation-he was a complete stranger, and
she was virtually alone in a strange country, moreover, the phone number
her parents left was in the locked apartment ... and she wondered if she
could trust herself.
"Yes, Hugh, I trust you." she lied. She didn't really ... but she found
herself wanting to trust him. As soon as she had said "Yes" she regretted
it, because she thought she saw a sudden strange glint in his eyes. Even
then she couldn't say "No". It would be all right, she told herself.
Australians were decent people, the most sports-minded people in the world.
Her father admired and respected them very much. "Old-fashioned and
old-world people. Pioneer people," she'd heard him describe them. "You
never hear of rape cases in Australia," she'd heard her mother tell someone
on the phone. "You never hear of muggings in Australian cities ..."
With these thoughts going around her mind she found herself walking out of
the hot sun into the cool foyer of a building. They were going up in the
elevator when she suddenly realized that High didn't have his towel with
him, and when he produced a key from a chain around his neck she suddenly 
felt apprehensive.
"Do you live here, too?" she asked.
"No, I'm just staying here while I'm in Sydney. Don't you believe it's
Jenny's apartment? Look at the clothes-do you think I'd wear them?" Linda
looked into a bedroom strewn with dresses and a table covered with
cosmetics.
"Where's Jenny?" Linda asked.
"Must be down on the beach with a hundred thousand others," said Hugh,
laughing. "How about an Aussie Coke?"
"I could drink a gallon, I'm so thirsty," laughed Linda, feeling relaxed
again and rather more sure of this stranger in his funny outfit. He was
soon back with tall glasses filled with Coke and ice. They clinked glasses.
"One thing I must do," he said, "is take a shower. Jenny gets mad at me for
bringing sand and salt into this place. Will you please excuse me for a
minute?"
"Of course. Perhaps I should wash the sand off, too," she called after him
as he went to the bathroom. She took a long drink of her Coke. It was cold
but what a strange flavor ... quite different from the Coke at home.
Thirstily she drained the whole glass. Hugh was literally a minute taking
his shower, returning dressed in blue trunks and a flowered shirt open all
the way down the front.
"That was quick," she said.
"Your turn next. Like another Coke before you go?"
"Yes, please, Hugh. I must say your Coke tastes very different from ours.
Seems to be a little flatter or something."
"I've never tried yours so I wouldn't know the difference," he said,
bringing her another filled glass from the kitchen. "Here's to us," he
toasted, draining the glass. "Here's to us," she responded, draining hers.
It was while she was under the shower that she felt the first strong
effects of the vodka spiked in her drink: the glassed shower stall seemed
to sway; the dizziness passed, but then she felt as though all her strength
had drained from her body. She had to get out of the shower. She stumbled
to pick up a towel and sat on a stool, drying herself as she wondered what
on earth had come over her. Could it have been too much sun? Her father had
always warned her of the dangerous rays that particularly affected
fair-skinned people. She felt she had to get out of the steamy bathroom
before she really did faint, and wrapping the large bath towel around
herself dazedly returned to the living room.
"What's the matter, you look a bit pale?" asked Hugh in a voice full of
concern.
"I think it must be the sun. A touch of sunstroke. Could I have another
cold Coke? I really am thirsty," Linda murmured, sitting down on the couch.
"Sure thing. I'll mix a couple more," he said, wanting to kick himself for
using the word "mix", but she didn't seem to notice. She was on the way
out. He brought the drinks and sat down beside her, telling her to drink
up-it would do her good. The only way to cure a touch of the sun was to
stay cool, inside.
"Thanksh, Hugh," she mumbled, leaning her head on his shoulder. "I like
you." He noticed the slurring, and his loins began to heat up as he placed
an arm around her shoulders.
"That's nice to hear, Linda. I like you, too. I like what I'm going to do
to you, more."
She jerked her head up, a soft curl falling across her forehead. "What are
you going to do to me?" she asked, pouting her lips.
"Kiss you," he said, pulling her head towards him and kissing her on her
hot yielding mouth. Letting his empty glass slip to the floor he slowly
pulled aside the towel, exposing her small round breasts, the nipples
already formed into hard little points of pink. Her skin felt as smooth as
satin as he caressed her proudly upthrust breasts. She kept her mouth on
his, pressing hard with her eyes closed. She felt his tongue probing for
hers and she replied, pushing her tongue past his into his mouth. When he
pressed his hand against her and closed his fingers around her right breast
she made a vague attempt to push his arm away; she pushed twice before
weakly giving up. He tried to pull away from her lips only to find that she
wanted more, wanted to stay kissing with her mouth and tongue working
greedily on his as if she were starved.
Jeez, he realized, she's a red hot number, and I thought she was all
innocence. He pulled away, taking off his shirt. She half-opened her eyes,
startled.
"What are you doing?"
"Taking off my shirt. Next go my trunks, see?" he grinned, dropping them on
the floor.
The terrified young virgin stared unbelievingly at his thick swollen penis
jutting straight out from a mass of sandy pubic hair. "Oh no, NO! NO! NO!"
she pleaded, too shocked when he slapped her to feel the stinging blow on
her cheek. "Oh please don't, Hugh, please don't," she begged piteously as
he roughly ripped the towel away from her naked body and pushed her
sprawling in all her nakedness back along the couch. "Oh please don't," she
pleaded in a last desperate bid for mercy as he lay alongside her, bringing
her mouth to his and shoving his hand forcefully up between her legs.
"You want it, you bitch," he growled at her. "I can feel how wet you are.
You're aching for it, aren't you? You want me to fuck you."
"NO, I've NEVER done it," she gasped. She felt that she had been drugged,
she was so weak. Suddenly it dawned on her-it wasn't the sun, it was
something in the Coke. It must be!
Something deep down inside her drink-fogged brain wanted him to force her,
yet she was afraid and he was revolting her with his crude language. I'm
not a bitch, she said to herself. Not like my mother. Why did Hugh have to
say "fuck" - that ugly four-letter word? Why did his penis remind her of
her father's? The size, she mused hazily, the size ... she could feel it
pressing against her belly, hard and pulsating with a glistening clear drop
of seeping moisture at its tip. Hugh's tongue was driving hard up into her
mouth and she involuntarily answered his lewd French kiss with her own
tongue, as she irresistibly thrust her quivering pussy up in search of his
probing finger. She felt herself crying. She had no strength to push him
off when he rolled on top of her, his strong legs forcing hers apart slowly
but surely as the hand that had been driving up toward her pussy moved
quickly underneath her straining ass-cheeks to move her body down so that
she could feel his hot hard penis probing up into the crevice of her
cringing cuntal slit. He's going to fuck me! Oh God, my thoughts are
becoming as crude as a whore's! As crude as my mother's. Oh, how can I stop
him? she thought wildly as her body seemed to respond in spite of her
conscience.
Her pussy was now undulating frantically under Hugh's weight, reaching up
to kiss his cock with its grasping lips. The fingers of the hand he held
under her buttocks were probing greedily up into the soft valley between
her ass-cheeks, at the same time pulling the rounded half-moons toward him
so that his rock-hard cock pressed more firmly into her trembling vaginal
flesh.
The handsome young surfer lifted his face from hers, moving down to suck
her swollen nipples, and lick her breasts up and down, then back to the
taut little peaks from one upthrust mound to the other. This made her think
of Tom, bringing with it the thought of the hot sperm he had splashed
across her cheek and breasts.
"Ohhh, don't, I don't want to," she moaned, pushing up with her body this
time in protest against Hugh's powerful weight.
Hugh reached down with both hands, spreading her legs wide apart to give
better access to the blood-filled head of his cock as he started to push
viciously against the soft entrance of her tender young vagina. Jeez, he
thought, maybe she is a virgin. I can't get it in, it's so small.
"Stop trying to squeeze your thighs together, you little bitch. Otherwise
I'll ram it right up into you. It won't hurt if you let go. Take it easy,
baby, and see how nice it can be."
Linda fought to hold her thighs taut but the effect of the vodka and the
uncontrollable urge of her body overwhelmed her, so that slowly she relaxed
her futile attempts to prevent the heedless assault on her virginal young
loins. With every slight giving-way of her resistance, the farther that
threatening thick cock moved into her, her own moisture and the wetness
coming from his rampaging penis combining to defeat her feeble struggles.
Suddenly, it was as if her insides had exploded. Hugh made a violent
lunging thrust, breaking the delicate virginal membrane, surging through to
plunge deep up inside her trembling cunt. She didn't dare move for fear of
increasing the sudden searing pain, and she clung to him, desperately
trying to keep him from advancing any farther.
"Aaaaagghh! Please don't move it, oh please don't. You'll tear me apart."
Hugh waited a minute to let her calm down, giving her cunt time to
gradually adjust to the sudden intrusion of his full pulsing length as he
pushed his fingers into her golden hair to pull her head up so that he
could kiss her fearfully quivering lips. As he did so he began gently
flexing his turgid cock-shaft inside her, slowly, very slowly at first,
until in a little while he was moving it in and out in small smooth strokes
lubricated by her secretions. God, she liked it! He could tell by the way
she was kissing him now in wild erotic abandon.
The sandy-haired Australian reached down with one hand to pull her buttocks
toward his own loins, smiling when she thrust up to help him, and as the
length of his stroke increased the teen-age American threw her legs around
his back and began to gyrate her pelvis in a lewd rhythm, her body lost in 
a fire of smoldering passion. Her senses were immersed in the haze of
unaccustomed alcohol as every muscle in her body tensed with the strain of
raising her ass-cheeks and hips upward toward that hotly prodding cock up
between her legs. If she had only known before how wonderful it was, the
man on top of her now would have been Tom. Yet the drink-dimmed blonde
wondered if she really cared. God, she suddenly realized, how degraded she
was, how wanton! She must stop. NOW!
Linda tried to push Hugh away, but again she hadn't the strength, and he
pinned her down sharply by pushing his stone-hard rod forward to pinion her
firmly against the couch. The pummeling was so intense she thought he must
surely rupture her insides, and she groaned as he pushed up on the next
instroke and groaned louder as he held it there, ramming so far up into her
vaginal recesses she could feel his balls slapping obscenely against the
moist cheeks of her clenched buttocks.
She squirmed helplessly beneath him, feeling the hot throbbing intrusion as
his blunt instrument skewered cruelly into her cringing cunt, flexing her
vaginal walls in a vain effort to adjust to his impaling thickness. But the
squeeze of her contracting pussy-flesh only had the effect of exciting him
to pursue with renewed vigor his merciless thrusts up into her defenseless
cuntal depths.
"Not so hard, Hugh," she begged pitifully.
He noticed the tears running down her cheeks as he grinned lewdly down at
her.
"Say please," he demanded, thrusting his loins forward harshly.
"Oh, please," the writhing girl whimpered.
"Please what ... please do what? Ask me to fuck you, bitch!"
Realizing that she was hopelessly trapped on his impaling shaft, the feebly
struggling young virgin thought: It's all my own fault. It was asking for
trouble to come here alone with Hugh. The relentlessly pistoning rod was
lighting unwanted fires in her loins and abruptly it came to her that she
wanted it, she wanted him to fuck her.
"Please fuck me. Fuck me gently, Hugh." She abandoned herself to the
exquisite pain that was a perverse kind of pleasure. There was no strength
left in her to resist as his cock continued jack-hammering into her
virginal cuntal depths, her wracked body coming to life on its own, giving
way to the hunger that had grown in her dilated vagina. Their bodies were
by now slippery with sweat and he was sliding backward and forward over 
her, his chest pushing tight against her small virginal breasts, their
nipples pink and protuberant.
She closed her eyes, lost in a haze of helpless abandonment. In her mind
she had not completely surrendered herself, although for a while that day
she had idly thought she was half in love with this sun-tanned Australian.
Now it seemed her body was wanting his body, betraying her conscious wish
with its unconscious yearnings, and there was nothing she could do about
it.
To Hugh, the conquest was easier than he thought it would be. The way she
carried herself in that holier-than-thou attitude, the way she barely
condescended to say hello to his friends. Who the hell did she think she
was? To him she was a succulent little morsel, a gorgeous golden peach just
ripening and ready to be plucked. He'd had a hard time keeping his old
monster at bay, knowing that if she'd seen his swimsuit bulging with a
hard-on she'd have run like a frightened deer in a forest fire. He'd never
had one as young as this. Young and proud, the little bitch. Wait till he
brought the boys up to look her over! Sludge-Pump Yates would give her a
nice big souvenir of Bondi Beach. While he was reaching around her
ass-cheeks to wet his finger so that he could shove it up her little brown
rubbery asshole he began working on a plan that would give all his mates a
go at her. They'd make her the best-fucked ex-virgin in New South Wales,
root her to a standstill-if she could take it.
He felt her grinding up to him now, really grinding, wanting more and more
of it. It must have been a reaction to his finger going into her asshole,
going in so far he could actually feel the movement of his cock inside her.
She liked that all right. He worked back at her, moving high up on her so
that as his raging cock moved in and out, his body rubbed harder on her
clitoris, bringing her toward her first orgasm.
The lust-inflamed girl had stopped talking now, simply moaning with
ecstasy.
"Ask me again. What do you want me to do," he breathed in her ear.
But all she could do was mumble "Fuck me, fuck me," and continue the soft
rising and falling moan. She was on the way to passing out from the three
stiff vodkas-the leg opener had sure worked a treat, he gloated to himself.
She mumbled something else, something about "Mom sucking Daddy's cock ..."
Interesting, he thought.
He raised himself up on his hands to gloatingly stare at her face, her
fluttering eyelids, her gasping mouth, her two deliciously budding breasts
with their erect pink nipples, the narrow waist and the flat stomach. He 
sucked in his belly so that he could watch his cock pumping into her,
withdrawing slowly then rushing it back forcefully into that glorious warm
cunt, so tight and so moist, that rose to meet his thrust. God, she loved
it and wanted it. She was now wanting his finger in her rectum as much as
she wanted his furiously pumping cock in her cunt, and she was beginning to
writhe more rapidly. She already had learned to control her cunt muscles,
timing their contraction and expansion with contractions of her anal
opening.
"Fuck me," she shamelessly moaned, "Fuck me."
Then more quickly she repeated it, "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," and louder
still, "FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH FUCK ME."
Hugh was fucking as he'd never fucked before. This was the best piece of
tail he'd ever had. Were all Yankee broads like this, he wondered. Jeez,
what a wonderful breed. He increased the speed of his stroke, lowered
himself down flat against the love-starved girl's convulsively twitching
body and shoved his throbbing rod harder and harder into her until he felt
himself coming to a mind-blowing climax.
"Aaaahhhh I'm cumming, Linda baby, I'm cuuummmiinnngg ..."
As he jerked wildly forward and shot his wad deep inside her tortured,
wetly hot vagina, she began to moan louder and louder, threshing her head
from side to side uncontrollably until her first real orgasm shook her body
like a bolt of electricity as her breath came in shuddering gasps.
And then Linda's ravished body began to relax with little quivering shakes
while short sobbing gasps came from her throat.
She never opened her eyes before she finally fell into the relief of
oblivion. Hugh, with a broad grin of satisfied lust, slowly pulled his
wetly glistening still-hard cock out of the cum-filled cunt with a lewd
viscous sucking sound. He had wanted to shove it into her mouth, to force
her to suck him off, but she had passed out, the silly little bitch.
Seeing Linda's Polaroid camera on a chair, he thought to himself, I'll take
a picture of Miss Uppity as a memento of her first fuck. He aimed the
camera at an angle looking up between her spread-eagled legs and having
placed one of her hands in her cruelly ravished, inflamed pussy.
The camera snapped in a brilliant flash of light.
Chapter 5 
It was growing dark when Linda came to with a start. As she sat up her head
felt as though it would fall off, her body ached when she leaned forward,
groaning helplessly as the memory of the afternoon flooded back to her
sickened, tortured mind. There was an ache between her legs, an ache that
spread around to her back, and as she looked down along her body she saw
the bloody stain of her virginity on the couch and felt the ooze of cum in
her inflamed pussy.
With the curtains drawn the room was so dark she didn't see Hugh, who was
dozing on the floor with a cushion under his head, until she stumbled over
him on her way to the bathroom, waking him up. She could see flecks of
white, dried cum in the sandy hairs at the bottom of his stomach, and the
weapon that had so violently taken her virginity lay slack, bent against
his thigh, exposing his large testicle sac. And even as she watched him
opening his eyes to stare up at her in a dull, half-comprehending way, she
noticed the limp cock move slowly from a bent shape into a growing,
semi-stiff curve. She fled to the bathroom and locked the door.
"Hey there Linda! Open up and let's get together under the shower. Come on,
be a sport!" he called out. Jeez, he thought, I could go on banging this
little bitch all night.
"If you don't leave me alone I'll open the bathroom window and scream, do
you hear?" The cold shower was refreshing her but with the sobering force
of it needling her skin she began to realize her predicament. She was
supposed to be home when her parents returned at seven. She had been
ravished. Should she tell them what had happened ... perhaps they would
call the police. But then she had not actually been raped. It was those
strange Cokes ... what could she do?
"Hugh," she called out, tremulously.
"Do you want me to come in, baby?"
"I want to know the time. My parents expect me home at seven."
"It's only half-past, you're not very late." Hugh had been thinking how he
would be in an awkward position if Jenny found the kid here, especially if
she was being held against her will. And it'd be a real mess if Linda's old
man got the cops out looking for her. Better play it cool, he said to
himself.
"Tell you what, Linda," he called. "I'll walk you home, right now. We'll
tell your folks that you didn't have your key and that you came to tea with
Jenny and me. OK?"
Now he was being nice again, but could she trust him? There wasn't much she
could do about it. She could wait until his cousin Jenny or the girl who
shared the apartment returned, but supposing they stayed out all night ...
her parents would be frantic with worry. Perhaps they had already called
the police.
"Okay, Hugh. My father has probably already called the police, and I think
the State law here defines a minor as a person under the age of sixteen.
I'm a minor."
Hugh felt weak in the knees. Jeez, a bloody minor. The filthy cops just
love grabbing a man for knocking off girls underage. The dirty bastards
also love quizzing the girls about every little detail. Why didn't the
silly bitch tell me?
"Listen, I didn't know how old you were. I still don't know."
"I'm fifteen. Actually, fifteen and four months." She could tell by the
tone of his voice that he was very worried. She smiled to herself: I'll
make him squirm. She dried herself hurriedly and unlocked the door to find
Hugh dressed in shirt and white slacks ready to take her home.
They were silent all the way back along the promenade until they neared the
Spenders' apartment building, then Hugh said, "I'm sorry Linda, I guess I
fell in love with you and just couldn't resist kissing you. And when I
drank a couple of vodkas and Coke I had to make love to you. Can you
forgive me?" he begged. This was his only way out, he believed-he had to
win her.
"I don't think I could ever forgive you. You behaved like a bastard. You
probably are for all I know. Only that kind of person would sneak vodka
into my drink. I suppose it's all I should expect from a truck driver or
whatever you are. Or are you a butcher?" All the way from the apartment she
had been fretting, her pride outraged by the fact that Hugh was probably as
common as dirt, as his language was, at least those bits that returned to
her mind through a fog of memory. She felt defiled.
Hugh was quick to counterattack. "Listen," he said, raising his voice a
little, "my ancestors weren't convicts as yours probably were. We're
connected with the aristocracy in England. My father's a judge in the
Supreme Court and I'm studying law at the Brisbane University. So who are
you? Just a daughter of a Yank businessman."
At that moment they were entering the building and coming out of the
elevator was Linda's father.
"Princess," he cried, running up to her and throwing an arm around her
shoulders. "I was just coming down to look for you. We've been worrying our
heads off about you, honey. We were a little late home and thought maybe
you'd gone to a movie. But when we saw your keys still on your bedroom
table and noticed that your bikini was missing we were about to call the
police. What happened?"
"As you can see, Daddy, I left the keys behind when I went for a swim. Then
I met Hugh who took me to his cousin's for tea. Hugh," she continued,
unconsciously pulling him gently forward by his arm to meet her father,
"this is my father, Arnold Spender. Daddy, meet Hugh Watson. He's a law
student from Brisbane." Hugh breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn't calling
the cops, by the sound of it. Bloody little snob.
"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Spender," Hugh said, putting on his best wide
smile and twinkling eye. "Jenny and I were pleased to look after your
daughter, though she'd be pretty safe around these parts." Turning to Linda
he said, "If you ever get lost again you know where to find us. Or you
could always go to a police station," he added, laughingly.
"Would you care to come up for a drink, young man?" asked her father. Hugh
looked at Linda whose eyes said, "Why not?" However, Hugh had a cunning
plan forming in his head. He wasn't going to lose this hot little bitch in
a hurry.
"I'd certainly like to, sir," he said, remembering that young Americans he
saw on the movies always said "sir" to their elders. "Unfortunately, I have
to study tonight. These surf carnivals use up too much of my time. Perhaps
I might phone Linda one day, if that's all right with her. My cousin will
lend her a surf board and I could show Linda where the big ones are." Hugh
chortled to himself. The biggest one was in the pants of old Sludge-Pump
Yates.
"Why, of course, Hugh. Phone any time. Here's our number." Arnold Spender
took a card from his pocket and wrote down the phone number of the
apartment. "By the way," he added, "I forgot to thank you for looking after
Linda. Thank your cousin for me, too. Good night."
"Good night sir, good night Linda," replied Hugh.
"Good night," she said. Her voice sounded slightly timid; a bit weak,
thought Hugh. Surely she's not falling for me-just because I said I was a
bloody law student with a judge for an old man! Wouldn't that be a laugh! I
must dash down to the Surf Club, he said to himself. I've got a lot to tell
the boys. They'll never believe I knocked off a fifteen year old this 
afternoon. And what a fuck!
He strolled down the promenade smiling to himself. A bloody Princess! The
thought of bringing this snooty young American down a peg or two pleased
him immensely and he laughed all the way to the Surf Club.
Tiger Kelly, Jim Yates and Billy Sutton were in the bar of the club
drinking large pints of beer when Hugh walked in.
"OK buddy, you buy the next round," called Tiger. "You're fined for
desertin' us. Where the hell did you go with that Yankee bird?"
"Yeah," chipped in Billy, "what's the idea of keeping that bit of jail-bait
all to yourself. She's under sixteen, ain't she?"
"It'd be worth going to jail for," laughed Jim. "Come on, line 'em up. I'm
as dry as a nun's cunt. Four pints, barman. Hugh's payin' for the lot, the
lucky bastard." Jim Yates had been drinking since five o'clock and was
starting to look like it. The others had taken a break to eat something,
not wanting to get too far gone; they hoped to pick up some "birds" at the
carnival dance in the club that night, whereas Jim needed to get drunk
first. He was strangely shy of girls when he was sober but with a few pints
of beer under his belt he'd tackle anything. Usually the ugliest girls
around, the desperate ones who overlooked the fact that he was coarse,
crude, with a sadistic glint in his eyes that were set too close together;
he always had a black stubble around his large chin, his nose had been
broken in a barroom fight and one look at his thick, bull neck wrinkled at
the back was enough to frighten away practically every girl he ever met. In
Brisbane they called him Sludge-Pump because of the size of his cock. Like
most hygiene-mad Australians, his foreskin had been removed soon after
birth and whenever he took a shower in the locker room, his friends would
always admire that huge brown member with its large, purplish-red flanged
head. "Like a policeman's helmet," remarked Billy who had lived in London.
When the team went to Sydney for the championships Jim asked them to forget
his nickname. Everyone in Brisbane knew of his reputation for having the
biggest tool in Queensland-probably in any other state as well. A national
cock record for length, width and strength. "Just don't call me Sludge-Pump
in front of strangers, that's all I ask you blokes." They did their best to
please him. For one thing he was a powerful steersman; for another he was a
terrific backstop in a fight. Both he and Tiger lead-footed the big trucks
on the interstate runs or worked as laborers during the winter months,
saving enough to beachcomb through the summer. Billy did nothing, apart
from surfing every day that was sunny and shacking up with rich women for
months on end; they liked him so much they never bothered to call the
police when he robbed them of money and jewelry. Billy and Jim often 
remarked that they'd like to fuck Hugh's cousin Jenny. "Ram me bazooka
right up her cunt," promised Jim ... "I'd like to rape that beautiful
model's ass," was Billy's ambition.
"Here's to birds and what they have between their legs," toasted Tiger,
taking a long draft from the big glass in his hand.
"Here's to the cherry we all like to kiss," toasted Hugh.
"Here's to our American Allies," toasted Jim.
"And here's to Hugh for getting us Little Miss America. I propose a toast
to the blonde whose cunt will make us all happy if not rich. When do we get
going, Hugh?" asked Billy. "Couldn't we get her up to Jenny's apartment?"
"You've hit the nail right on the head, Billy. That's the place. I've got
it all planned. There might be a few dollars in it, too, the way I've been
thinkin' about it."
"What do you mean, you dirty old bastard," asked Billy. "Are you plannin'
to hawk her fork?" They all laughed, drunkenly waving their pints of beer
in the air.
"Count me in, too," said Jim. "Haven't dipped the wick since I've been in
Sydney. How about Jenny, do you think she'd play ball?"
"'Course she would," chipped in Billy. "Myself, I think she might be more
than interested in a bit of lezzo."
"Careful what you say about me cousin," growled Hugh, forgetting his polite
English. But he had been suspecting that there was something odd about
Jenny. She never had a regular fella and jeez, wasn't Sydney renowned for
queers and lesbians! Worse than San Francisco, he'd heard. "If you bastards
upset Jenny the whole thing's off. She's part of the plan."
"Come on, let's pick up some tail at the dance," Billy said, draining his
glass. "We'll leave old Sludgy at the bar."
"Don't call me that or I'll drop you," mumbled Jim. "No foolin' I will."
The others strolled out of the bar, hearing Jim call after them: "Oh man,
oh man. Tomorrow night's the night!"
All through dinner Linda struggled to remain cool while her parents
described their afternoon with Arnold's business associate. She hardly
listened to them, for her head was splitting in an agony of confusion,
guilt and shame. She tried to put it all together; how she had allowed 
herself to be trapped in an inescapable position in that apartment. The
main fault was in believing that Hugh's cousin would be there to act as a
chaperone. And there was her stupidity in forgetting her key. That was
simply an act of Fate and nothing she could do would alter that. The worst
thing, the thing that disgusted her, that brought her near to tears every
time she thought of it, was the fact that her self-control had been
destroyed. Her body, something deep within her, had willingly-more than
willingly -cooperated with him. Her mother's voice shook her out of her
continuing introspection.
"Honey, why aren't you eating? You've hardly touched your food. Has the day
been too exciting for you?"
"It must be something like that, Mom. Would you and Dad mind? I think I'd
like to go to bed. I'm awfully tired." They both said that she must have a
good long sleep. "I expect that handsome young man will be wanting to show
you some big ones tomorrow, so you'd better prepare yourself for some wild
surfing, Princess," her father added.
"Yes ... er ... perhaps I had," she faltered. "Good night, Dad. Good night,
Mom."
"'Night Princess," they chorused. She certainly did look worn out, poor
kid. They all were, after the long flight and a wearing day in the heat.
Linda closed her bedroom door with a sigh. She slipped out of her clothes
and lay naked on the bed. The night was humid and hot, too much so to wear
a nightie or get under the sheets. She could hear the muffled roar of the
breakers down on the beach, mingled with the sounds of traffic in the
street. She tried again to fathom her dreadful predicament but it was no
use, the effort only started a throbbing in her head. She tried to think of
Tom and how she would make it up to him. He should have taken her. It was,
she knew, only natural that he had lost his head and asked her to kiss his
... oh, hell, his cock. In her mind she saw it again: it seemed so small by
comparison; hard but small. His hand moving up her leg; that had given her
a wonderful thrill. Tears began to well up in her eyes: she was no longer a
virgin! Oh God, why, why, why?
She felt her pussy, feeling for its soreness, surprised that it wasn't at
all sore on the outside. She took her compact mirror from her beach purse
and put it between her legs to inspect the damage Hugh had done her. She
pressed her middle finger cautiously down into her crotch, spreading the
swollen lips like segments of a particularly succulent peach to feel
deeper. No, it wasn't very sore there, only a little, and it was damp with
a warm moisture. She felt a glow spreading irresistibly throughout her
body, her breathing quickened a little. She could see a drop of her juice 
slowly oozing through the lips of her parted vagina. The sight of it made
the blood start pounding through her body, making her feel unbearably hot.
She thought guiltily of Tom's cock and the electric feeling increased. Her
finger began to rub slowly along the moist groove and across her twitching
clitoris. That was a little sore, but she couldn't seem to stop rubbing and
sliding her finger back and forth. She thought of Hugh licking her breasts,
sucking and nibbling her nipples. Her other hand unconsciously came up to
play with her taut breasts, pushing them up hard and then gently curling
her fingers around the nipples. Her buttocks starting pushing up in slow
surges as her finger on her pussy pushed down.
The confused young girl put everything out of her mind, all the guilt, the
shame, the unbearable anxiety. Oh God. I wish I could stop this but I
can't, I won't. What do they call it? A sin! But no. I read somewhere it's
a harmless, natural thing to do. That's it! Harmless and natural, she
rationalized to herself.
Rolling over on to her stomach, she kept her finger in the furrow, her
other hand gently massaging her breasts. Her smooth buttocks moved up and
down so that she didn't have to move her finger as much, though she tried
to push it into her vagina-that hurt too much, she was still sore in there.
If only Hugh were here now. If only Tom were here, she corrected herself. I
love Tom and I'm going to marry him. The deep and wonderful feeling was
beginning to leave her: the guilt taking over. Would Tom marry me if he
knew what happened this afternoon? Closing her eyes, she lay limp on the
bed, her finger stopped in the warm moist pussy. I won't think about Tom, I
won't think of anything. But into the blankness of her mind came the vision
of Hugh's big member and the remembrance of her orgasm with him. She spread
her legs apart, raised her buttocks and feverishly massaged her clitoris
with all five fingers sending spasm after spasm of exhilarating sensation
through her tensed up body until she felt she would explode.
Suddenly her eyes rolled back in her head, her nostrils flared and with a
deep-throated groan her body vibrated uncontrollably, her vagina exuding
sticky secretions over her hand, twitching fitfully in her soaking cunt, a
strand of her sun-streaked hair caught in her gasping mouth. "Oh God, that
was delicious, I really loved it," she murmured to herself. At last the
ravished fifteen year old girl sank into a dreamless sleep.
Chapter 6
It'll be another great day for the beach tomorrow, thought Hugh as he
meandered drunkenly home to Jenny's place, staring blearily at the
cloudless night sky. Tiger and Jim had passed out at the dance and Billy 
had taken them back to their hotel in a taxi. Bunch of dopes, always
stoned, Hugh thought as he let himself into Jenny's apartment.
"You bastard! You rotten bastard cousin!" Jenny pulled him by his shorts
across to the couch. "Do you think this is a whorehouse, you moronic hick?
I didn't invite you to turn the place into a brothel."
Jenny had waited two hours for Hugh to come home, furious that he had
probably brought his drunken surfie friends home with their scruffy little
surfie girls, her fury building up to boiling point at having to wait for
him. There was no vodka left and the couch showed evidence of someone
having made it with a whore during her period. "Look at that," she cried,
shoving Hugh to the couch.
"Aw, lay off, Jen," he whined. "I didn't know she was a virgin."
"Don't give me that, you oaf."
"It happened like thish." he slurred. "I met this sexy little American dish
and she practically raped me. The mosht beautiful bird I've seen in a long
time. I'm crazy about her, absholutely crazy about her." Hugh flopped down
on the couch. "Give us a kish, Jenny. I want to give you ... a kish of life
..." With that he passed out snoring on the couch.
Jenny stood back to look at him. She couldn't help smiling now, sympathetic
for his drunken state, knowing herself what it was like to sometimes get
hopelessly stoned out of her mind. Hugh is such a big bumbling kid she
mused, one of the few men I actually admire physically. But what a child,
mentally. They swam together whenever she went to Brisbane on a modeling
job and he was always so affectionate. When he kissed her on the lips she
enjoyed the warmth of his caress. Yes, decidedly, she liked kissing cousin
Hugh. Once she had thought of seducing him, when he was about fourteen
years old, a beautiful long-limbed youth with a shock of sandy hair, bright
blue eyes and a very sensual mouth.
Jenny knelt down to lift his legs onto the couch. He was too big for her to
carry into his bedroom. She decided to leave him there, passed out with a
beautific smile on his face. Leaning forward, she kissed him on the mouth
and slid her hand down, pulling open his shirt and feeling down to his
cock. Hugh was completely unconscious, breathing deeply and steadily like a
child. Jenny opened his fly and pulled out his slack cock and kissed it,
too. She left him like that, asleep with his cock hanging out of his white
trousers, and went to her bedroom wondering what he would say in the
morning if she invited him to sleep with her. Kerry, her roommate was still
away with her folks in the country and would be for another month. The only
problem was, would Hugh want her? He seemed to be quite gone on this young 
American bird ... perhaps they could make a threesome, if the girl was
attractive enough ...
Hugh's plan was going to be popular with everyone, it seemed. He explained
it to Jenny over breakfast, she in a mini-skirt, he in shorts as the
February sun heated the bay of buildings on Bondi's seafront. First of all
he showed her the color print of Linda made with the Polaroid camera. He
was in love with her, he said untruthfully, trying to win Jenny's support,
but he didn't think Linda would see him again because she was such a damn
snob.
"She thinks our family ain't good enough for her," he explained, but he
knew she cared for him and if he could only get her back to the apartment
for awhile she'd get over that superiority complex. Would Jenny ask her
around so that she could lend her the surfboard, he asked.
"Sure," said Jenny, "why not?" She was trying not to show how aroused she
was by the ravishing-and ravished-blonde nymphet in the photo. "Why ever
not? This photo will bring her back," she laughed, thinking to herself that
the girl should be a little more careful about where she put on airs about
being superior to others. Her mouth watered at the sight of the deliciously
innocent young girl's legs spread-eagled to show her cruelly violated
crevice gleaming wetly.
"There's another thing," remarked Hugh. "She told me about seeing her old
man being sucked off by her mother. A little hint about that might go a
long way!"
Jenny leaned back in her chair, half-shocked at his crudity yet all the
same amused. "There's something very crude about you, Hugh. You know what?
I fancy you a bit myself, sometimes. Don't get worked up about it though.
Save yourself for this peach. I'm ten years older than her, getting past my
prime." She was two years older than that, he knew, but then she didn't
look more than twenty-one. She was tall, slim, dark-eyed with short black
hair like a cap over her perfect head. She walked with the grace of a
mannequin and spoke with a lazy drawl that most of Hugh's friends took to
be an insolent manner. It wasn't. They simply bored her and she spoke
carelessly to them, as if they were children. She was going along with what
she knew was an elaborate plan of seduction because she was bored and she
liked the idea of an orgy. She was in the mood for something like that.
"Phone her now, Hugh," she suggested. "It's after ten."
Hugh phoned the number Linda's father had given him. There was no reply. He
tried at eleven and again at midday. No answer. Sight-seeing, he supposed.
He tried again at two, at three, and she finally answered at four. He had 
only been to the beach once since he'd been here, and he regretted the loss
of another perfect day.
"Hello Linda, this is Hugh," he said, using his polite accent.
Linda had expected his call. She had left decisions up in the air, had gone
with her parents on a ferry ride across the harbor to Manly, had walked
around the new Opera House and inspected the Botanical Gardens. She'd hoped
he wouldn't phone in case his voice brought on another surge of shameful
passion. Surprising herself, she remained cool and collected when she heard
his voice.
"Hello," she replied.
"Thought you might like to shoot a breaker. How about popping down to the
beach? Jenny's here and says you can use her board anytime you like."
"I don't think we should meet again. Thank your cousin for me. I'm sorry,
Hugh, but I don't want to see you again," she replied not unpleasantly.
"Don't hang up," Hugh said hurriedly. "You know you're very photogenic."
"Wha ... what do you mean?" she faltered.
"I took a photo of you last night-if you don't believe me, count the frames
left. And another thing: Would you like me to tell your old man that you
think your mother's a low, common, cock-sucking bitch?"
Linda slammed the phone down and rushed to her room, flung herself on the
bed, stifling a scream in her pillow. The beast! The lowdown rotten beast!
How could he do such a thing?
Her father hearing the slamming of the phone came knocking on her door.
"Are you all right, Linda?"
Quickly she composed herself, tearful that he'd walk into the room. "Yes
Daddy, perfectly all right. I dropped the phone, that's all." She held her
breath tight, hoping that her father wouldn't open the door and see her
tear-stained face.
"Be a little more careful next time. By the way, who was on the line?"
In a panic she could think of no way out. "Oh, it was Hugh. You know, the
Life Saver. He wants me to go surfing with him." The door began to open.
"Don't come in, daddy. I'm changing into my bikini."
"Well, have a good time, Princess, and don't forget your key this time.
Your mother and I are going downtown to meet the Dowlings, more oil talk.
We'll be back before dinner."
"Okay, daddy, see you later." Soon she heard the front door close. She felt
trapped, absolutely trapped, with no one to turn to for help. Then the
phone rang again.
"Hello," said a girl's voice. "Is that Linda?"
"Yes."
"I'm Jenny, Hugh's cousin. I thought you might be lonely and would like to
come over for a chat. I believe you know the address. Hugh's gone down to
the beach and if you like we could join him there ... take the board and
try to catch a long one."
She sounded nice on the phone, a soft, well-modulated voice and very
friendly.
On an impulse Linda said she'd love to meet her and would be at her
apartment in half an hour. Perhaps Jenny might be able to give me some
sisterly advice, she thought to herself. "What's the address again? I can't
quite remember?"
Jenny told her and with barely concealed excitement hung up. Her eyes
glowed with a strange light as she thought to herself that this would be a
really scorching afternoon.
Chapter 7
Jenny stood naked in front of a long mirror, admiring her tall, beautiful,
perfectly formed body that was featured so often on magazine covers
throughout the country. Her short-cropped brunette hair accentuated her
long neck and her full breasts that were, like the rest of her, tanned from
sunning herself nude on the roof garden. She ran her hands down to cup her
firm breasts, moving her fingers gently over the already stiffening
nipples, then her hands moved down over her flat stomach around to the high
arches of her buttocks, back to the indentations between thighs and pubic
mound, her caresses increasing the pleasurable ache arising from her
thoughts. A young blonde in full bud, naked and lying unresistingly languid
on the couch of her apartment! This was the vision that filled her mind
with an almost unbearable expectancy.
As she stroked her long limbs she wondered what she should wear from her 
extensive wardrobe. She wanted to impress this blonde beauty: after one
look at the photo Hugh had shown her she felt an irresistible urge to
introduce her to the pleasures of making love to a girl. She realized that
she couldn't have her to herself alone, that Hugh would have to be
included, but she had made a pact with him whereby she would have Linda
alone in the apartment for a couple of hours. Neither he nor any other man
had previously known of her preference for girls, nor was he aware of how
much she was attracted to him physically ... probably the only man who had
such a strong effect on her.
This afternoon she would admit him to her secret lesbian world. The thought
of what could happen, the prospect of having both Linda and Hugh and
watching Hugh have Linda sent a glowing feeling throughout her body, an
expectation that forced her to nervously smoke cigarette after cigarette,
occasionally packing one with hashish. This was the drug she had cunningly
prepared for Linda, who Hugh said was a non-smoker, and as she had heard
from her cousin all about Linda's aversion to the spiked Cokes she had
prepared brownies heavily loaded with the narcotic. Linda would refuse a
Coke but would hardly refuse tea and cookies!
She toyed with the idea of wearing hot pants and nothing else, to remain
topless, as she usually did when her girl friend stayed at the apartment.
She realized that this would undoubtedly frighten the young girl away so
she added a transparent, flowered top.
Keeping his promise to stay away for a couple of hours, Hugh had gone down
to the Surf Club on the beach front. The scene was set, and at half-past
four the doorbell rang.
Linda had hesitated outside the front door of the apartment, filled with
doubt and apprehension. Would Hugh be there alone? Or would he be there at
all? She didn't want to see him ever again. She was angry with him and with
herself for what had happened; she felt cheated and, worst of all, she had
been criminally wronged when he had taken that photo. And she was sure he
had because she had counted the remaining film. It was the existence of the
photo that really prompted her to accept Jenny's invitation ... that and
the fact that Jenny had sounded like a nice, normal person from whom she
could get some advice. That she might be pregnant was another consideration
that had sent chilling tremors down Linda's spine.
To counteract any ideas Jenny might have formed about her being a slut, she
had gone to great lengths to dress demurely and although it was a boiling
hot day she wore long sheer tights under a summer dress and petticoat. She
had made doubly sure that she carried her keys in her handbag and had
written down the number of her parents' phone. She had also brought fifty
dollars: if Hugh wouldn't give her the photo she would pay him for it. 
Perspiring slightly from the walk along the blistering pavements and the
walk up the stairs to Jenny's apartment, she pressed the doorbell.
"I'm so pleased you could come," Jenny said in a low husky voice, smiling
warmly, as she opened the door. In a glance she took in the glorious vision
of the dewy blonde, the long golden hair, the full young mouth, the firm
rising mounds upthrust against the thin material of her dress above a slim
waist and soft swelling thighs. "You must be terribly hot," she added,
noticing little beads of perspiration on Linda's upper lip.
"Hello," replied Linda as she entered, noting Jenny's long bare legs and
bare feet, her tall slim figure and short-cropped hair. As Jenny walked
ahead of her to the living room Linda couldn't help but admire the grace of
her legs and the way part of her ass-cheeks showed softly round beneath the
hot pants. She appeared to be about twenty-four or twenty-five, with an
olive-brown skin and very smooth face. The top-model qualities of the girl
were obvious.
Jenny apologized about the heat of the apartment, explaining that it wasn't
air-conditioned as she imagined all American homes were, as she ushered
Linda into the room that momentarily inspired in Linda a sense of panic.
There was the couch! The sight of it brought every conscious moment of the
previous evening back in horrific vividness. She became aware of the fact
that she had suddenly stopped walking into me room, her eyes fixed on the
couch, when she felt Jenny's hand on her arm.
"Come and sit down here, it's the most comfortable place," she said,
leading her to the couch. As Linda sat down, feeling weak and trembling in
her stomach, she looked up and noticed for the first time that she could
see right through Jenny's flimsy top, could see the outline of pink nipples
against the roundness of firm brown breasts. Below the short top Jenny's
flat stomach and navel were exposed as far as the band of her hot pants
which were only partly zipped up.
Aware of Linda's examination, Jenny explained: "I've been trying on some
summer clothes for a fashion show. You know how it is -they always send the
wrong sizes, like these hot pants. I can hardly do up the zip."
"Is Hugh here?" Linda asked abruptly.
"No, the boy's gone down to the beach. I guess he's gone for the rest of
the afternoon. He seems to be very fond of you, Linda, but I must warn you,
he's very fickle." As she spoke, Jenny noticed that Linda relaxed, that the
wary expression changed to a smile. "I hope you're hungry," she added.
"I've made some brownies especially for you."
"You shouldn't have gone to so much trouble," Linda replied, as Jenny got
up to make tea. She watched the older girl walk to the kitchen, her firm,
slim, boyish posterior slightly swaying in what Linda supposed was a
mannequin's walk. She wished she hadn't worn so many clothes: the room was
stifling.
It was after Linda had eaten two of the hash-filled cookies that she
gradually felt a mood of sensuousness coming over her. She hadn't really
felt hungry and had only eaten the brownies because Jenny had gone to so
much trouble on her behalf. She liked Jenny and they talked happily about
surfing, modeling and clothes. After a while they went to the bedroom where
Jenny showed her row after row of dresses, some of which she thought Linda
might like to try on.
Linda stepped out of her dress and then Jenny said, "Take those tights off,
Linda, they're much too hot to wear in this weather."
Jenny had already removed her top and pants, intending to show off an
evening gown, and Linda laughed as the naked girl began to pull the tights
down over her bottom. What a glorious creature she is, thought Linda as she
watched the long brown body bending down to remove the tights.
"You'll have to take everything off to get into some of these things,"
Jenny said laughingly. "Your breasts are smaller than mine but I think your
bottom's a little larger."
"They are not smaller, and it isn't bigger," Linda stated, feeling a little
put out as she removed her petticoat and unhooked her bra.
"It's probably because you're shorter that the proportions seem to be
different." Jenny held her by the shoulders and moved close to her. "Look,
my nipples are an inch higher than yours," she said, pushing her breasts
gently against Linda's, sending a thrill of excitement through the young
girl whose hashish-affected mind was giving her a strange desire to make
more physical contact with Jenny. There was a sweet pungent taste in her
mouth and a slight dizziness she associated with the extraordinary,
overpowering feeling of sensuousness she was experiencing. She was
beginning to lose her sense of where she was, and felt that outside the
room there was nothing, that the room itself was the extent of the whole
world-she seemed totally and pleasantly disorientated. But she couldn't
stop a wonderful feeling of release and happiness that brought with it a
sudden decision that she was entitled to be permissive. She felt her face
coloring and was conscious of her heaving breasts.
"Jenny, people who talk about the permissive age should meet my parents!"
she said, apropos of nothing, it seemed to Jenny.
"What brought that idea into your pretty little head?" asked Jenny, amused
that the hashish was apparently working. She felt as horny as a cat in heat
as she stood back to admire Linda's firm young breasts.
Linda laughed out loud. "I don't know. It must be because I think my
parents are disgusting. And so is your cousin Hugh."
"All men are, darling girl. They are cruel rapist beasts," Jenny said. "You
know what they want to do to bodies like ours?" she asked, facing the
mirror with her arm around Linda. "They want to ram their weapons into us.
That's what they want to do."
"Now look at my bottom in the mirror," exclaimed Linda. "It's no wider than
yours."
Standing side by side in front of the mirror, Jenny placed her hand around
Linda's hip so that her leg was pressed hard against the blonde's.
"Mmmm, it's slightly bigger at the back, I think. Now let's try bellies.
Place your belly against mine."
As Linda turned again to face Jenny, she trembled as she involuntarily
tucked in her buttocks so that her pussy as well as her belly pushed
against the other girl. She was quite aware of what she was doing but
nothing on earth could have stopped her: uncontrollably she wanted to press
her body flat against Jenny's body, her soft breasts hard against Jenny's
breasts, to rub their nipples together. We're just playing, she said to
herself. We're playing games with our bodies, she giggled to herself as
Jenny pressed her breasts against her, then her belly and with an upward
movement brought her pussy hard against the soft young mound that so
eagerly sought hers.
And then Jenny kissed her, lips open against the young girl's laughing
mouth.
Linda's eyes flew wide open as she felt Jenny's mouth on her quivering
lips. Jenny saw the surprised reaction. She also saw that Linda's
expression was slightly dazed. The hash cookies were certainly working but
she mustn't rush and shock her out of the state of high sensuality the girl
was obviously feeling. She pulled away from her saying, "I couldn't resist
that, my darling. you have such kissable lips." Linda pulled away from her.
Linda's reaction was one of part relief and part regret. She felt drunk
with the demands of her body to experience again the smooth closeness of
Jenny's glorious limbs and breasts. When their pussies met she had 
experienced a thrill she had never known before: it was something like the
satisfaction she got from caressing her own naked body, feeling her own
breasts and nipples, touching the lips of her vagina. She was moist there
now, she knew, and she wanted to play with herself. No. She wanted Jenny to
play with her there. Jenny was idly running her fingers down the nubile
blonde's back, tickling into the cleft of her firm ass-cheeks. Linda moved
forward, her eyes dazedly staring at Jenny's lips.
"Kiss me again. You have kissable lips too, Jenny." She couldn't believe
that she'd said it, yet offered no resistance when Jenny pulled her down
onto the bed and kissed her full on the mouth.
She felt Jenny's tongue moving feverishly inside her mouth and she
responded with her own, licking at it and opening her mouth wide in a
surrender to Jenny's experienced lips and tongue.
The fire in the innocent young girl's body blazed at the unexpected move to
the bed, a fire of unbelievable excitement at the erotic knowledge that she
was naked and alone with a beautiful naked girl who was making love to her.
Perhaps she had at some time imagined this situation, or heard whispered
references to it among her girl friends but even so she was surprised in
her hash-befuddled mind that she could accept it so easily and naturally.
The word "lesbian" didn't enter her head.
Unwittingly, she was soothed by the drug that destroyed inhibition. Also,
she was reacting against her idea of the male sex, against Hugh's rough
behavior, the shock of seeing her father lewdly shoving his cock into her
mother's mouth, the obscenity of Tom cumming onto her face. Here with Jenny
she felt safe, there was no great weapon to fear, no brute strength to
fight, simply a beautiful naked girl lying beside her, kissing and
caressing her body. She believed the mild feeling of faintness, of floating
in the clouds was the effect of her growing desire for the closeness, the
loveliness of this girl with the statuesque neck and shoulders, whose
breasts were now softly moving across her own, and who was moving on top of
her and insinuating a leg between hers. Totally relaxed, Linda opened her
legs, feeling the pressure of Jenny's pussy against her thigh and her own
pussy pressed against Jenny. Involuntarily she placed a hand on Jenny's
ass-cheeks and the older girl thus encouraged, began to rub her leg against
the pubic mound that Linda pushed up. Erotic excitement lubricated their
vaginal lips until they were both sopping wet up between their legs.
Their bodies sweated so much together in the hot bedroom Linda felt Jenny
sliding over her body like a fish. The skin of their breasts and bellies
was beaded with moisture, increasing in both girls their feeling of wanton
abandon. Jenny felt terribly thirsty from the effect of the hashish she had
smoked and eaten. She eased herself from Linda's embrace.
"I must have a drink. Would you like a Coke, darling?" she asked.
"If it is Coke," Linda replied, leaning out of the bed to stroke Jenny's
tempting ass-cheeks.
"I'll be back in a second. Just lie there with your hand on your pussy. You
look like a blonde "Naked Maja". Just like your photo."
Linda sat up with a stifled scream, reality breaking into her mind through
her state of relaxed abandonment.
"Oh, the photo! I must have it. Please, Jenny, can you get it for me?" she
begged.
Jenny quickly realized that she might lose this gorgeous girl if she didn't
handle her carefully. What a fool I am to mention that fucking snapshot,
she thought as she quickly sat down on the bed and pushed Linda gently
back, one hand playing with the young girl's firm ripe breasts, and kissed
her softly on the nipples. But Linda was obsessed with the photo and was
not to be easily diverted, although she writhed slightly on the bed,
reacting to the breast kisses, and begged Jenny to help her. The elder girl
leaned across and kissed her briefly on the mouth to quiet her and promised
she would definitely get the photo from Hugh. Linda had half-expected the
photo to be in the apartment and almost wept at the hideous thought of Hugh
showing it around the Surf Club. She clung to Jenny, saying how she feared
men, what brutes they were; how obscene her parents were and how she loved
Tom but wanted to stay with Jenny. The sun-tanned lesbian saw that there
was no need to worry about the confused girl coming out of the effects of
the drug; Linda was well under the spell of the self-induced drug of lust.
She's lusting for me, Jenny thought, and she smilingly went to the kitchen
to mix a couple of Aussie Cokes.
"We're going to celebrate, Linda my pet," Jenny announced when she returned
to the belt with two glasses full of spiky Coke. "I've added a drop of
Vodka. I hope you don't mind, but this is something to celebrate. It's the
first time I've ever wanted a girl," she lied. "I'm afraid you're
irresistible."
Linda tried to think clearly but she was in a state of sexual euphoria.
Time didn't mean a thing to her: she didn't think of when she should be
returning home. Time had stopped. Her longing for more caresses from this
lovely naked girl standing by the bed staring at her consumed her body, the
longing increasing as Jenny stood there sipping her drink and shamelessly
gazing down at the lust-inflamed young girl with admiration and desire.
"Cheers darling. Or should I say 'bottoms up'? Anyway drink up, we're
celebrating our first game between girls," Jenny said, licking her lips as
she lewdly stared at the tender little cunt lightly covered with blonde
pubescent hair.
"Do other girls do this?" Linda innocently asked.
"I think all girls do. It doesn't mean anything. It's just fun and games.
We're free from beastly men and nobody is any the wiser."
Linda was beginning to feel part of the sexual revolution; like all
liberated women, she decided, she had the right to experiment sexually, the
right of the emancipated teenager, the right for which so many women
authors had fought. With false confidence, helped by the hashish, she felt
she had overcome her guilt feelings about fingering herself. She had lost
her virginity, she was free to do as she pleased. After all I am fifteen,
she thought rebelliously. She was mentally preparing herself for the coming
act, the thought of which was inducing in her the most wonderful feeling
she had ever experienced.
Hot and thirsty, Linda drained her glass and lay back on the bed. Jenny sat
down beside her, dripping Coke with her finger onto one of Linda's nipples
and then licking it, bringing that nipple, then the other, into hard pink
points. Linda responded by cupping Jenny's tanned mounds with both hands
and leaned up to kiss her passionately. It's only fun and games, she
thought, just wonderful fun and games.
Jenny placed their empty glasses on the floor and began kissing Linda's
body, moving from her neck where she greedily sucked blood marks in the
smooth flesh, then down over both breasts to her navel which she licked
with her feverishly working tongue and down slowly to the young blonde's
palpitating stomach and the indentation between her leg and crotch. She
felt Linda stretch and begin to writhe. It's safe to go a bit further than
she expects the fun and games to go, she thought to herself. As she placed
her hand on the delicate, almost hairless lips of Linda's pussy she felt
the girl stiffen but held her fingers still until she felt the drugged
young girl relax and gradually start to writhe again under the pressure of
her fingers. Jenny parted the recently deflowered pink cuntal lips, feeling
the almond-shaped clitoris hardening and bent her head down to look at its
miniature erection before stretching out flat on the bed and wantonly
burying her face between the blonde's heaving thighs. She began to lick
ravenously, knowing now that she had the girl completely under her control.
She could do anything with her.
The more she licked the more Linda responded, opening her legs wide as if
to receive a cock. Jenny moved up to squat between the lithe long legs, and
placed her face between the softly rounded thighs, gently pushing them even
farther apart to kiss with her lips the wet lips of Linda's cunt, then
sticking her tongue suddenly into the vaginal depths, pushing it as far as
it would go and licking the hot secretions of the cuntal passage as she
withdrew to repeat the motion again ... and again. She felt quite drunk
with the sweet perfume of the young girl's tight, almost virginal cunt. If
only I had got her before Hugh! I could have broken her with my finger! the
lewdly inflamed Jenny thought.
Moving forward, she licked Linda's body all the way back up to her neck,
ears and finally her mouth. Linda, tasting her own cuntal juices for the
first time, responded with uninhibited moans and kissed Jenny back in a
long passionate embrace that seemed to last for hours. Their thighs were
now pressing into each other's pussies, moving sufficiently to satisfy the
demand of the clitoris for stimulation. They held each other, moved and
changed positions, using fingers on each other's wildly excited cunts
feverishly until they were both close to climax.
"Jenny, Jenny, I think I'm going to explode!" Linda gasped as the
experienced older girl worked skillfully, compressing the vaginal lips and
then opening them again with a finger in between, at times moving her
finger lower and pushing inside the hot cunt flowing with creamy moisture.
"We'll cum together. Lick me and I'll lick you," whispered Jenny hoarsely,
turning around quickly before Linda could protest. She lay on top of her so
that both their heads, one with short black hair, the other with long
blonde hair falling over her face and shoulders, could bend forward to
plunge into each other's pulsating cunts.
While Jenny went down on her, Linda inserted her tongue into Jenny's cuntal
slit, suddenly aware of its heady odor that would forever be associated in
her mind with the intoxicating, special lust she was experiencing for the
first time. Lust for breasts, the kissing of nipples, the easy knowing
access to her cunt, the strange excitement of making love to another
beautiful girl.
Linda's hard breasts were pressed into Jenny's yielding belly while she
could feel Jenny's firm breasts against her own belly, providing sensuous
feelings which were, however, secondary to the mind-blowing sensations of
her hot, excited cunt. They licked in unison, instinctively satisfying each
other, tonguing where each wanted to be tongued, sucking and kissing in the
same manner and with the same intensity, the same urgency and the same
complete abandon.
Jenny was experienced, yet the fifteen year old girl was showing she knew
exactly what to do and how to do it. 
She's a natural, Jenny thought with delight.
Linda knew the wants of her own body, and as she felt her clitoris being
licked, she licked back at the clitoris between her lips, sometimes
nibbling it gently between her teeth. It was something like doing it to
herself. She had once wished, lying lonely and frustrated in her virginal
bed that she could lick her own cunt. This was better, a whole world
better. She was going to cum, and she could feel Jenny going into the first
spasms of orgasm, too. Yes, oh God yes, we're cumming together! She felt
her insides tremble. Jenny was moaning ecstasy and now Linda too was
moaning. Both girls began to suck mindlessly at each other's wildly
throbbing clitoris as their orgasms coincided, the hot milky secretions
flooding out to be greedily swallowed, their faces buried frantically in
each other's cunt.
For a long while they lay there, limp and satiated. Linda felt as though
her mind had exploded like a firecracker, and now she felt dazed, incapable
of thinking rationally of what had happened to her. She knew she was
debauched but she just didn't have the strength of mind left to care. They
both lay on their backs now, one of the dark girl's legs trailing
carelessly over the side of the bed, the other leg flung in total abandon
across Linda's proudly upthrust young breasts, while Linda lay in almost
the same position with her legs partly drawn up and spread apart. Both
dreamily gazed at the other's pussy, smiling with the satisfaction of
orgasm and the intense intimacy of what had happened between them. The
effect of vodka and hashish on both of them left them somewhat dazed,
heedless of the darkening room as the sun set, listening to the distant
murmur of surf and the dull sound of traffic in the street below. The sound
did not bring the outside world into the room as Linda placed one hand over
her pussy, her other hand over Jenny's. However, much as Jenny wanted more,
she knew that Hugh would be back soon. There were more fun and games to
come!
"I feel starved, don't you?" she asked.
"Don't really care," mumbled Linda, stroking Jenny's cunt.
"I'll bring us a cookie and another drink. I think you like Aussie Cokes
now, don't you, my lovely little nymphet?"
"Yes, I think I do," Linda said vaguely, sitting up with Jenny to kiss her
before she left the bedroom.
Before returning, Linda put on a Hodges and Ellington record and when they
had eaten the cookies they carried their glasses into the living room where
they danced cheek to cheek, breast to breast and cunt to cunt. Their
movement quickly brought Linda to a sexual response; she felt her clitoris
aroused and asked Jenny to play with her. "With my cunt," she said, all
objections to coarse words forgotten.
"Stay the night with me," Jenny suggested, feeling down to rub her finger
into the slit and over the little raised almond.
"Yes, yes, I will. But what about my parents?" Linda exclaimed, trying to
solve a problem that was only partly nagging at the back of her hazy mind.
"I'll phone them and ask them," Jenny suggested, arousing Linda further
with her finger and a long kiss.
"I think dad would rush straight here and take me away. You don't know how
they protect me. It's awful," she giggled.
Jenny had thought of this problem in case she did manage to seduce the
girl. Hugh had a plan; so did she.
"Do you really want to sleep with me tonight?" she asked, holding her tight
around the waist, fondling her buttocks and keeping her finger rubbing up
and down her pubic groove. "Do you really want to, darling?"
"Yes, I want to fuck you all night," Linda replied then laughed to herself
at the thought of telling a girl she wanted to fuck her. I must be drunk,
she thought, and began to laugh aloud. "I'm drunk Jenny, my lovely
girl-fuck. I'm drunk."
"Then you can't go home. I'll phone your mother and fix it. Now you go and
cool off under a shower. We both need one," she said pushing the blonde
towards the bathroom.
"I want to dance with you."
"We'll dance later. Go and shower." With that Jenny shut her in the shower
stall and went to the phone, leaving the drunkenly laughing girl playing
under the fine, cooling spray.
When Susannah Spender answered the phone, Arnold was out shopping. They
were worrying again about Linda not being home when they returned and
Susannah was sure the call was from Linda. Instead, it was the girl Jenny
that Linda had mentioned. She couldn't hear properly ... the girl seemed to
be slurring her words. Long distance? She said it was a long distance call
from Brisbane, could she hear her? Yes, she said, but could she speak
louder?
What she heard made her heart pound with anxiety. Linda in Brisbane,
six-hundred miles away, with Jenny? Surely there must be some mistake? Oh
no, there was no mistake. Being asked to fly there at a moment's notice for
a modeling job, Linda had gone with her to see some of the country. They
would be back in a few days' time and Linda could tell her parents all
about it. Susannah demanded to speak to Linda. "In a moment," said Jenny.
First of all she wanted to tell her how upset Linda was at seeing her
mother suck off her father's cock. "What did you say?" screamed Susannah.
Jenny repeated the devastating information and went on to say how Linda had
confided in her and how she wanted to get away from her parents for a few
days. Jenny also said, into the shocked silence at the other end, that she
would be with Mrs. Spender's daughter all the time that no harm would come
to her, but if Mrs. Spender didn't wish to bring her daughter to a nervous
breakdown she should allow her to stay away.
"We're staying with Hugh's father," she explained, "a very respectable
judge." They would visit various parts of Queensland "and don't worry," she
told Mrs. Spender, "we'll return to Sydney safe and sound."
"I insist on speaking to Linda," her mother demanded. "Otherwise I might be
forced to phone the police."
"Very well," Jenny said. "I'll fetch her. She's talking to the judge at the
moment. I don't think you should talk to any policemen, Mrs. Spender. The
police might wonder why the sight of her mother sucking her father's cock
drove your daughter away."
Susannah had to sit down, trembling with fear for her daughter and from the
effects of dreadful shame. So Linda did not sneak up to bed that night ...
she must have looked in first. Oh my God, she thought, the poor little
Princess!
Jenny called Linda who came dripping to the phone. Holding her hand over
the mouthpiece, Jenny whispered to Linda: "It's OK. You can stay the night.
When you speak to your mother, just ask can you stay. Just that. Can you
stay."
Excitedly, Linda took the receiver and said, "Hello Mom! Is it all right to
stay?"
Susannah had recovered her senses enough to control her voice. She had
decided quickly that she must carry this thing through by herself and not
bring Arnold into it. It was all too shameful.
"Hello, Princess, are you all right?" she asked, trying to keep the anxiety
of her voice.
"Sure, Mom," Linda replied laughing. "I'm having a wonderful time. I adore
being here."
"It must be hotter there than here," her mother said, thinking of the
higher temperatures hundreds of miles to the north.
"Yes, it's beautifully hot," replied Linda, feeling Jenny's hand pressing
into her pussy. "Thanks for letting me stay. I'll only be here for ..." she
managed to say before Jenny "accidentally" pushed the receiver button and
the line went dead, leaving the sentence in the air.
"Oh damn," Jenny said. "I'm sorry, I cut you off."
"I'll phone again," Linda said cheerily, swaying on her feet.
She certainly can't hold her liquor, thought Jenny.
"Don't test your luck, honey," Jenny murmured as she kissed the delicate
pink lobe of the blonde's ear and rubbed her nipples expertly across the
erect pair in front of her. "Your father might change your mother's mind."
"Never," the young American replied, sighing at the sensuous passes the
older girl was making. "Daddy always does as he's told. At home, Mom wears
the pants."
"How quaintly American," Linda said. "In this home, girls go without
pants."
She went to the hi-fi and repeated the record just played, and the two
girls danced, holding tight to each other's body, legs thrust hard against
pubic mounds, mouths locked in a long blissful kiss. Linda forgot about
calling her mother.
It was going to be difficult for Susannah Spender to explain Linda's
foolish escapade to Arnold. But what could she do? She would have to say
that Linda called and asked her permission, that she was now on her way to
the airport, and that she knew exactly where their daughter would be
staying in Brisbane. The fact that Linda had talked to a stranger about the
shameful episode hurt Susannah deeply, but then, she reasoned to herself,
Linda was adolescent and she supposed it was a normal reaction to be
shocked at what she saw. She would really have to talk to her psychiatrist
about it when she got home. It was probably time Linda saw a psychiatrist,
too.
She mixed herself a martini to fortify herself for when Arnold returned to
find his Princess gone away with a model to stay with a judge in Brisbane.
She drank the martini and mixed another. She still trembled-more from the
shock of Jenny's disclosure than the fact that Jenny had virtually run away
from them, but consoled herself with the thought that at least their
darling Princess was staying with a good family.
At the same moment, a few hundred yards away Linda was sipping another
Aussie Coke, thinking warm and loving thoughts about her mother. "Mom's
great," she said enthusiastically to Jenny. "I'll take her some flowers in
the morning. From Jenny and Linda," she giggled, spilling Coke between
their breasts and over the four nipples.
"Want to lick some Coke?" she asked Jenny. And Jenny did, as Linda did, the
licking continuing until their mouths were back together locked in a
passionate, sucking and tonguing French kiss. They were dancing, cunt
rubbing, and kissing when they heard Hugh's key turning in the lock of the
front door.
Hugh and Billy staggered up the stairs of Jenny's apartment building, under
the weight of several dozen cans of Foster's beer. Tonight they were going
to celebrate American-Australian friendship.
"An intimate party," Hugh had explained to his friends at the Surf Club.
"Just us four: You Billy, me, Jenny and the Yank Princess." Having been
given the brush-off more times than he could remember, Jim Yates was
doubtful if they could arrange a gang-bang without someone screaming for
the "demons" - as he called the local police. He had already faced a judge
on an attempted rape case and had been lucky to have been let off with a
warning. Hugh assured them all that if Linda was still at the apartment
when he got home it meant that Jenny had managed to square off Linda's
parents and had kept her there with the threat of the photo ... and a
little hashish.
Hugh's evil plan had them all lusting after the luscious young girl in the
photo which they had passed around, staring lewdly at the unconscious
blonde lying back stark naked on the couch with her hand on her pussy
between her wide-apart legs. They all laughed as they watched Jim's pants
begin to bulge so quickly he had to go to the washroom to throw some cold
water on his monstrous erection. Following Hugh's plan they stayed down at
the club all evening to give Jenny a chance to make the arrangements, and
by now several pints of beer had aroused their lust to boiling point. When
Hugh insisted that only he and Billy should go up to the apartment first,
Jim and Tiger had become a little aggressive, demanding to accompany them.
"You'd only frighten her," Hugh said, and threatened to call it all off if 
Sludge-Pump didn't stay at the club for another hour. "In any case," he
added, "you'd frighten hell out of Jenny, too, with that bloody great
weapon splitting your jeans. We've gotta handle Jenny very carefully
otherwise she might lock us all out." He knew that she found the hairy
bull-necked life-saver repulsive.
Tiger and Billy had plans of their own for Jenny, and they had bought a
couple of bottles of vodka to give to the girl they thought should be
educated to prefer men to girls, at least to get some bisexual practice.
At the apartment Jenny and Linda were dancing naked together to music from
a record player when Hugh opened the door and staggered in with Billy, both
of them roaring with laughter and roaring drunk. Linda clung to Jenny,
suddenly afraid, squeezing their breasts so close together Jenny gasped.
"Well, get a load of this, Billy," cried Hugh, his eyes popping. "Looks
like ladies' night at the nudist colony. Didn't know you were a dyke,
Jenny!" He patted her small tight buttocks and tried to ease his hand below
the crevice but she flung his arm away. She was annoyed that he wasn't
alone. Not that she didn't like Billy but she had been hoping that the
evening would develop into a cozy little threesome.
"Lez be friends," slurred Billy, lurching forward only to be pushed
forcefully back onto the couch by the two girls.
When Hugh returned from the kitchen he had already taken off his shirt and
was in the process of dropping his shorts. The girls were first aware of
his presence when they felt his stiff cock pushing between their
close-together thighs, Jenny reacting by putting her hand down around his
ass-cheeks and pulling him between them, meanwhile holding Linda's mouth
against hers, their tongues meeting and sliding over one another. "Sit this
one out, Billy," ordered Hugh. "You can have a tango later." They both
laughed drunkenly and Billy flopped into a chair to watch, at the same time
dropping his shorts to release his own erect member.
Linda was only half-conscious from the effect of the hashish which seemed
to be entering her bloodstream more quickly now, and she felt herself
lubricating juicily as Jenny kissed her passionately, and she rubbed her
thigh between the older girl's legs. When Hugh pushed his cock between them
she wanted to yell but couldn't, because she was again being excited by the
tender and knowing way Jenny was kissing her. She didn't want the kissing
to stop. Who would hear her if she yelled? Anyway she had completely lost
control of herself in this new and wonderful experience of having Jenny's
beautiful body swaying against hers. In a way she felt that it was as
though she were making love to herself, or as if Jenny was somehow
flattering her, adoring her, paying her a great compliment when she kissed 
her so excitingly and aroused such exquisite feelings in her cunt. She
never wanted the moment to pass.
"Please, Jenny," she gasped, pushing hard to keep Hugh's intruding cock
from coming between them. "Let's go to the bedroom ..."
"OK by me," chortled Hugh, grabbing them both by the waist and slowly
propelling them towards the bedroom. Jenny kicked the door shut.
"Hugh's in this one too, my pet," Jenny whispered in Linda's ear, sliding
her tongue into her ear then down her neck and back around to her mouth.
The combination of her hot breath and wet tongue in Linda's ear had an
electric effect on the inexperienced young girl. Jenny couldn't believe
this panting, hungering creature was the same one as the prim little miss
of a few hours before. She had never been so aroused by any girl, and this
one responded to her more than any of the others had. She eased the
tautness of her ass-cheek muscles as she felt Hugh's fingers searching
behind her, letting him feel around and into her cunt. With his other hand
Hugh was feeling below the soft, milky cheeks of Linda's buttocks and she
too relaxed to let him explore lower, thinking it was Jenny's fingers. They
stood like this for awhile, slightly swaying to the rhythm of the music and
Hugh keeping time with his member rubbing between their thighs, pushing
forward until the swollen head of his cock was crushed against the two
pubic mounds. When he heard the door opening he told Billy to fuck-off and
pour some beers and vodkas, to leave them alone for a few minutes.
Linda was ready to cum when suddenly Hugh separated the two girls, pushing
Jenny down to the bed on her back. She looked at him with a quizzical
expression as he forced Linda to kneel with her moist cunt placed over
Jenny's upturned face.
"You lick her cunt while I fuck it from behind," he said, winking at her.
"I'm sure you know where it is."
There was no reply from Jenny as she put her arms around Linda's waist and
eagerly buried her face into the soft pink lips of her pussy with its small
fringe of curly blonde cuntal hairs.
Half-realizing what was happening, Linda tried to lift herself up but
Jenny's arms gripped her tightly around the waist and suddenly she felt
Hugh's weight across her back, pinning her completely. As a renewed surge
of sensuality spread through her, tightening her insides, she pressed her
pelvis forward to receive Jenny's lascivious tongue-lapping at her
clitoris.
"Ooooooooh," she moaned, momentarily forgetting that Hugh's fleshy rod was 
being readied behind her. And then she felt Jenny's arms move from around
her waist and her hands pulling her ass-cheeks apart. She's helping Hugh!
God, Linda suddenly thought in a panic, they've planned this between them.
His own cousin had helped get her into this disgusting situation! She
started to scream in protest, the shock of her realization partly clearing
away the effects of the drugged cookies. Humiliated by her helplessness,
she tried to struggle out of their grip but it was hopeless.
Hugh clamped a hand across her mouth. "Shut up you little lesbian bitch. Or
would you like to see a photo of this position, too?" he growled at her,
feeling with the head of his cock for the tight, warm opening of her cunt.
"Give us a hand, Jenny," he said, "guide the monster into the little
bitch."
"With pleasure, Hugh," Jenny laughed, holding his hot throbbing cock with
one hand and guiding it to where she parted the slippery lips of Linda's
vagina with her other hand.
"Start pushing," Jenny called, rubbing his probing rod with the juices
exuding from Linda's moist cunt. As Hugh started to slide his cock into the
opening she licked at its head, licking right along the slit and across
Linda's hard little erect clitoris. Hugh took his hand away from Linda's
mouth and caressed her breasts while his other hand pressed into the bed to
ease some of his weight from her body. He didn't want to squash Jenny's
head. What a fantastic licker you are, my cousin, he thought. You've tamed
us both! For Linda's moaning had subsided, her face was buried into the
pillow and she was already moving her buttocks back toward Hugh's entering
cock without him having to pull her back. He was now partly in and could
feel Jenny licking right along beneath his rod, sending quivers that he
could feel spreading from his anus right through his body.
Linda's cunt was wet with want and Jenny's was puffed and streaming with a
clitoral excitement that she attended to with her own fingers while at the
same time she flicked away with her tongue at the long, slippery cock and
the juicily soft cunt. Linda turned her head sideways on the pillow, closed
her eyes and gave herself up to the complete pleasure of feeling Jenny's
beautiful mouth and tongue working away at her while her vagina openly
welcomed the intrusion being made from behind her.
It was too much for the inexperienced fifteen year old: Hugh was starting
to slide right into her when she came, shuddering up to his cock and down
to Jenny's tongue, afraid at the same time as she was cumming that she
might hurt Jenny's wonderful mouth. Her eyes glazed with erotic pleasure,
her body shook and she thought her cunt was afire. As the explosion within
her body subsided she wanted more, more of that same feeling
"Fuck me harder Hugh ... fuck me ... fuck me ... fuck me," she begged.
"What about me, you selfish bastards?" said a voice from the doorway. Billy
stood there, his eyes popping at the scene of debauched bodies, his large
member in one hand, a can of beer in the other. Hugh was climbing further
up the large double bed to squat with his cock against Linda's face. "Suck
this," he said to Linda, grabbing two handfuls of her hair.
"Go on, give him a little suck," Jenny urged, at the same time reaching for
Billy's pulsating rod, pulling him down to the bed. Aroused and
unsatisfied, she saw that Hugh was about to neglect her while he forced his
cock into Linda's mouth and she desperately needed something to satisfy the
agony of want she felt raging between her thighs.
Linda felt Jenny's tongue go back into her cunt, that glorious tongue
knowingly, tenderly licking again at her clitoris that now had an
insatiable, pulsating itch. Into her befuddled brain came the memory of Tom
shooting his sperm into her face, her mother swallowing as her father
moaned in orgasm. She tried pitifully to turn her head away only to be
pulled painfully back by the hair so that her lips were against the head of
his cock she had wanted in her cunt.
Not my mouth, oh not my mouth, her sane mind rebelled and her stomach
tightened as she tasted the dribbles of lubrication running from its head,
and she thought he was cumming. She struggled again but Hugh pushed back
her head and clamped his mouth on hers, parting her lips. She gave in to
his kiss, opening her mouth, inspired by Jenny's tongue going up in sharp
darts inside her vagina. Hugh felt Linda's mouth slacken, quickly lifted
his face away from hers and pushed her open full lips down over the head of
his cock, still wet from the juice of her cunt. She tried to break away
again and was held as Hugh rammed his huge member so hard into her mouth
that she thought she'd choke. She was being too firmly held now, Jenny's
arms around her waist and Hugh's hands behind her head.
The older girl, lewdly excited by the struggling young blonde, gasped to
Billy, "Quick shove your cock into my cunt. I want you to fuck me for all
you're worth." Billy didn't need a second invitation and guiding his wildly
jerking shaft into her lust-inflamed vaginal depths he thought: Christ I
thought she was a lesbian but she really wants a man to fuck her ... and
fuck her I will.
Meanwhile Hugh was grinding his pelvis hard into Linda's face. "Suck you
bitch or I'll jam it down your throat. Suck!" Linda wondered how Hugh could
be so terrible to her. He knows doesn't he that this is a sexual as t that
gives me nightmares? It revolts me! Only whores do it. And he called me a
lesbian! she dimly recalled, groaning to herself as hot flushes of shame 
colored her cheeks. She could hear the wet sucking sound as Billy fucked
away at Jenny, the sound forming a rhythm with the licking of Jenny's
tongue up the groove of her squelchily wet cunt. Her mouth began to work
automatically at sucking Hugh's cock that curved almost too high into her
mouth. She leaned forward so as to suck more comfortably, experimenting
with it along one cheek and bringing her tongue into play.
"You're learning fast, baby. You're a natural," Hugh said, looking down at
Billy fucking into his cousin's cunt like a madman and Jenny's breasts
pressed down by the weight of Linda's bent thighs. "Suck harder, Yankee
bitch, I want to feel you really sucking." Linda responded by placing an
arm around Hugh's buttocks to control her rhythm and felt his lust-inflated
balls slapping against her chin. She began to suck and tongue wildly at the
rod filling her mouth now wet with a mixture of saliva and what she
innocently imagined to be his cum. She vaguely thought of the Polaroid
camera but gratefully remembered she'd left it behind. The thought that at
least they couldn't increase their blackmail relaxed her further, and she
grabbed at Hugh's back, digging her nails into his flesh as she pulled her
face back sufficiently to expose his thickly engorged member and then
greedily pulled it back into her mouth, abandoning herself to it, her
tongue flickering with a life of its own, as she felt Jenny's marvelous
action inside her vagina, while Billy increased the tempo of his strokes
into the older girl's quivering cunt.
I'm going to explode! Linda thought as Jenny clamped her mouth against her
clitoris and sucked her in a tempestuous cuntal kiss. Billy's
jack-hammering rod was exciting Jenny more than she had ever thought
possible. Linda could feel Hugh's blood-swollen member beginning to throb;
she sucked harder at him, her mind blank except for her desperate attempt
to imagine Jenny in that position, that sucking kiss against her clitoris:
It was from there that the electric shudders emanated and spread throughout
every fiber of her body. She wanted Jenny to poke deeper into her
vagina-what she really wanted was a lovely big cock to fill her cunt, to
satisfy that insatiable burning lust that was tormenting her.
But Hugh was ramming his swollen shaft down her throat: "Christ I'm
cuummmming!" he groaned. Linda wanted to say it, too, to gasp out in the
excruciating pleasure of her own orgasm as she felt his hot load of sperm
jetting into her mouth. "Swallow it down," she dimly heard him say, and she
swallowed and sucked for all she was worth until she felt his taut body
slump. She could see Billy's face contort erotically as he came, too,
convulsively pumping his sperm into Jenny's belly.
"Aaaaggghhhh, that's wonderful Billy, oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Jenny
cried mindlessly between Linda's legs. Billy rolled off her and Hugh, his
cock still rock-hard, pulled out of Linda's mouth and climbed on top of his
cousin. They kissed frantically, with the taste of Linda's cuntal juice
around Jenny's mouth, as Hugh easily slipped his hard cock into her. From
the head of the bed Linda stared down with a twinge of jealousy, seeing
Jenny throw her elegant long legs around Hugh, fucking back at him as he
ground away deep inside her vaginal depths with a long pent-up desire.
Jenny looked down along Hugh's body, watching his flexing buttocks
rhythmically rising and falling like a piston. This was something she had
often imagined herself doing-looking over his shoulders to watch the
contraction and relaxation movements of his ass-cheeks. The very sight of
his body fucking her aroused her to new heights.
"Aaaahhhhhh! That's it! That's wonderful, my darling Hugh," Jenny cried as
she jerked herself up in a frenzy of orgasm, their sweating naked bodies
held tightly together. Linda, curled up above their heads, felt down to her
swollen pussy and looked at Jenny's as Hugh slowly withdrew from it with a
lewd sucking sound. She wanted Hugh to fuck her too but her humiliation at
his hands made her stubbornly silent. Regretfully, she heard the boys get
up and go out to the kitchen for Cokes.
"Would you like an Aussie Coke?" Hugh asked snidely. Jenny replied for both
of them that they would. Linda certainly felt thirsty from the musky taste
of cum. One more Aussie Coke won't hurt, she thought carelessly.
Chapter 8
Down at the Surf Club the beer flowed endlessly as dozens of husky young
men overdid their efforts to satisfy the Big Australian Thirst, the
national pastime that traditionally excluded women-at least in the bars.
Poker machines rattled and clinked, adding to the loud sounds of talk, and
orders for pints, "schooners" and "middies" of frothing beer. Barmen
carried huge platters of brimming glasses to tables or shoved them across
beer-wet bars to drinkers clad mostly in shorts and shirts. In one corner a
cluster of men were gloating over a color photo passed among them by Jim
Yates and Tiger Kelly, both of whom were obviously drunk.
"Bloody little beauty, eh?" Tiger was leering. "My mates and I are thinking
of hawking her fork to select members of the club."
"Succulent little bird," drooled one of the crowd.
"She was only broken in yesterday but she's mad for it." Tiger reached for
the photo and jammed it in his pocket. "That's enough," he laughed
drunkenly, "You'll wear it out staring at it."
"How do you know she's that good-have you tried her yourself?" asked 
another.
"No, we haven't had a go yet," growled Jim. "She's Hugh's pick-up. But
we'll let you all know tomorrow. Tonight's the night for us and tomorrow
it'll be on for one and all."
Tiger was staring blearily at the clock. "Hey Sludgie," he mumbled. "Time
we left. It's eleven o'clock."
Jim pulled him up close by his shirt. "Don't call me that, you hear?" he
growled softly. None of the others noticed as they continued talking loudly
of surf, sun and beer. If there was no chance of an orgy immediately they
quickly lost interest although none of them would fail to keep in the back
of his mind the fact that perhaps tomorrow or the next day there would be a
beautiful young American blonde available. Something different, even if the
body was no better, judging by the photo, than dozens of fantastic girls
who thronged the beaches on weekends.
Tiger and Jim downed another large beer "for the road" and left the
stifling room full of cigarette smoke and noise.
Arriving at Jenny's apartment, they announced themselves by pounding with
their fists on the door and when it opened, fell in, both calling out
drunkenly "Where is she?"
Jenny and Linda were in the bedroom, dressing up from the model's wide
assortment of clothes. Hugh and Billy sat naked at a table littered with
opened and unopened cans of beer. They had been discussing who should have
which girl next or whether they could work out something so that they could
somehow have them both at the same time. They were laughing about the
possibilities and strange configurations when their noisy friends came
thumping on the door.
"Take it easy fellers," Hugh said. "You'll frighten the fillies with that
great stallion weapon of yours, Sludge-Pump."
As powerful and thick-set as he was, Jim Yates respected Hugh as leader and
the best fighter of the group-as long as he didn't call him "Sludge-Pump"
in front of strangers. That made him see red.
The girls had partly opened the bedroom door but had quickly shut and
locked it when they saw the drunks appear. They were both very much under
the influence of the narcotic and vodkas although the older girl was more
conscious and aware than Linda whose mind had slipped into a semi-conscious
limbo. Nevertheless they were shaken at the sight of the drunken louts.
Jenny knew and disliked them both, finding Jim Yates particularly repulsive
while Linda's first reaction on meeting them on the beach had been one of
complete rejection.
Jenny's apprehension was justified when after a few minutes of conversation
and pouring drinks the boys in the living room started knocking on the
bedroom door, asking to be let in.
"Oh, don't let them in," begged Linda, now trembling with fright. The
changing of clothes and dressing up, the intimate touching and kissing
while they occupied themselves with dresses had been fun. She felt
apprehensive as the loud vulgar sounds of the four men penetrated into the
bedroom.
"It's all right," Hugh called out. "Everybody's dressed. We're having a
party and we've gotta have someone to dance with," he added, winking at the
others. "Put on a record, Billy."
"Hugh," Jenny called back. "Get those bastards out of here. And take
yourself and Billy with them."
"Oh, no you don't," Hugh yelled. "You can't order me and my mates about
like that ..." He was about to change his tone, to cajole his cousin, when
he was brushed aside as Tiger, Jim and Billy crashed forward, their
shoulders hitting the frail door, bursting it open.
"Aha, the ladies are dressed for a party," said Billy, admiring the long
maxi-dresses the girls were wearing. He grabbed Jenny around the waist. "My
dance baby?" he asked.
Jenny saw that there was no use arguing now. They would wreck her flat if
she and Linda didn't join in the party. The hard streak in the model was
beginning to show: Linda would have to look after herself if the worst came
to the worst. Anyway, her resistance was at a low ebb after the pot, the
drinks and sex she had enjoyed. If only that creepy "Sludge-Pump" hadn't
turned up, she moaned to herself. She let Billy and Hugh, still naked, take
herself and Linda into the living room to dance awkwardly to the music.
As for Linda, she felt abandoned and lost. Jenny had become her security,
her friend, her trusted friend. She had anticipated staying the night alone
with Jenny. Somewhere in her thoughts Hugh was accepted but that was all.
Everything now was drastically changed. Someone turned off all the lights
except a shaded lamp in a corner. She felt Hugh's hand behind her back
unzipping her dress and felt his naked fleshy cock pushing into her belly.
Suddenly the dress was ripped from her body. Looking back she saw the awful
person they called "Sludge-Pump" leeringly hold the torn dress in front of
himself. Slowly, he lifted the dress like a curtain going up in a theatre, 
lifting until first his huge dangling testicle sac came into view, followed
by what seemed to be an endless exposure of the biggest penis she had ever
seen in her small experience. She couldn't believe that a man could have a
cock of such dimensions. As the purple, red-flanged head of the monstrous
weapon popped out from beneath the raised dress, she screamed.
"Oh, God! No!" she yelled, throwing her arms around Hugh, forgetting that
his hard horn was now pressing between her legs. He lifted her up so that
his cock was shoved right through between her legs, the head of it showing
at the bottom of her ass-cheeks.
"Don't let him touch me," she begged, burying her head into Hugh's neck to
block out the awesome sight. She looked up, seeking Jenny, and found her in
the dim light, also looking aghast at the long, thick member Jim Yates was
holding in his fist.
So that's why they call the moronic bastard "Sludge-Pump", Jenny thought to
herself. She wanted to laugh but the situation was too serious. She could
tell that they were all too drunk to control themselves. Alone, she could
handle Hugh or Billy or even that lout Tiger, but certainly not the ugly
brute with his deformed member-let alone the whole group. Nevertheless she
pushed Billy away from his efforts to take her dress off and went up to
Linda and Hugh.
"Keep that bastard away from us, Hugh, or by Christ I'll tell your
police-sergeant father what you've been doing in Sydney," she threatened.
Hugh gave her the old twinkling smile. "Sure. No trouble at all. Do
anything for you, my lovely fucktious cousin. But we're having a party,
don't forget. And would you like me to tell my Dad about you and Linda? Or
tell Linda's old man?" He knew he could threaten Jenny as much as she could
threaten him. However, he knew what a determined, man-hating bitch his
cousin could be, that she'd been drinking and taking hash, and if she
really got mad she was likely to put a chair through the window and scream
for help.
He watched her expression as she reacted to his threats.
"Tell you what," he whispered in her ear, "give us a girlie exhibition on
the couch and the boys will leave afterwards. Then you and I can have
another fuck. I want to slip it into you again, Jenny. You sure are a
raver."
"Get us a drink and keep your hairy freak out of our way," Jenny demanded,
too far gone to do anything like the wrecking acts Hugh imagined, but she
was very annoyed. She didn't like his suggestion although she knew she 
would soon get in the mood to have Linda again. Thinking of it made her
look at the girl clutching her cousin, the very sight of Linda's nude body
stirring the nerves at the bottom of her belly. Jenny pulled the young
blonde girl away from Hugh and, as she moved with her toward the couch, Jim
tried to ram his thick truncheon into Linda's ass-cheeks. The kid swag her
arm back in a defensively reflex action, catching Jim such a stinging blow
across the bridge of his nose that his eyes watered. Calling her a bloody
bitch, he was about to retaliate when Hugh and Tiger pushed him back into a
chair.
"Cool it, Sludgie," ordered Hugh. "Sit down and watch the demo. And keep
your hands off the birds," he added, giving Jim a knowing wink. The four
life savers were all naked now, as they sat on chairs, drinking from cans
of beer and stroking their erect cocks. Billy had put "Drumsville" on the
record player and as Jenny walked Linda to the couch a track of stripper
music introduced just the right sound for the exhibition. Jim settled down
into his chair, rubbing his nose and staring through bloodshot eyes at the
blonde girl. He had a couple of scores to settle with her, and with that
stuck-up lesbian, too, he growled to himself.
Jenny forced Linda to drink the heavily laced vodka and Coke Hugh brought
them. The terrified girl shivered when she glanced at the lasciviously
watching young men with their erections, all of them unbelievably huge and
that appalling one called Sludge-Pump balancing his can of beer on the head
of his weapon. She turned to gasp whimperingly at Jenny that she must
protect her. Jenny whispered that they must go through with the exhibition
act.
"Forget that they're here," she hissed. "Concentrate on me, my little pet.
Remember I love you."
"I'll do anything, anything," Linda whispered back, feeling trapped, her
tears falling on Jenny's neck.
"Get your gear off," Hugh called to Jenny, who fumbled at her back zipper.
"Help me, Linda," she asked, and Linda undid the zipper to allow Jenny to
pull the dress over her head.
As the dress fell to the floor, revealing that Jenny too was wearing
nothing else, they heard the boys cheering and making crude comparisons
about their bodies. Jenny sat on the couch and pulled the dazed Linda onto
her lap. Linda, suddenly aware of the whole disastrous situation, hid her
head in Jenny's neck shivering with an attack of nerves that brought her
out in goosebumps all over.
"Come on darling, don't be afraid," Jenny whispered breathily in her ear,
at the same time nibbling at the pink lobe and darting her tongue in and
around that sensitive zone. Gradually Linda responded. She searched for
Jenny's mouth and their lips met in a lingering kiss that started a fire
burning in both their bellies. Tongue met tongue and did a wild dance.
Their erect nipples brushed against each other bringing them to aching
hardness.
At the back of Linda's mind her lost innocence was aghast at the depths she
had fallen to, but a new part of her shamelessly urged her on, aroused at
the eroticism of exhibiting her sexuality in front of these lewdly lusting
young men.
Suddenly Jenny broke free from their abandoned kiss to suck greedily at the
coral buds of the young girl's breasts, flicking her tongue around them
teasingly until Linda's cunt was ablaze with frantic desire.
"Oh God, stick your tongue up my cunt darling. Please, please, please," the
blonde groaned shamelessly, all inhibitions gone. Jenny, at a peak of
excitement was only too happy to comply, her saliva flowing at the thought
of the juicy cunt, sticky with anticipation. She sank to her knees on the
floor and burrowed her head hungrily between the young girl's slim thighs,
pushing them wide apart so that the audience would get a good eyeful of the
madly palpitating slit. Droolingly she tongued at the slippery vagina,
alternately thrusting her tongue into the burning hole and then sucking at
the twitching clitoris.
Linda thought her brain would explode. So this is what they mean by
"blowing your mind", she thought as she frantically pushed her pubic mound
up to meet Jenny's unendurably exciting tongue. Suddenly her head snapped
back and her eyes rolled back in their sockets-it felt as though thousands
of light bulbs were popping inside her head. From a long way off she heard
herself gasping and groaning. Her body was wracked by convulsive spasms,
which seemed to last an eternity. She felt as though she had passed out for
a few seconds. As her tingling cunt continued to throb she kept Jenny's
head pressed hard between her legs until the raging torrent of sweetness
should die down, trying to prolong it as long as possible.
By now Jenny was half-mad with desire to gratify the imperious demands of
her own cunt, and she pushed Linda lengthways along the couch, climbing on
top of her in the soixante-neuf position. Linda suddenly found Jenny's
dripping cunt pressed hard against her mouth and she automatically licked
and sucked for all she was worth like a madwoman, the musky smell filling
her nostrils and inflaming her to new heights.
Through the haze of pot and sensuality she heard the coarse voice of Jim 
Yates groan: "Christ I'm almost cumming. It's time those two sluts got a
cuntful of cock." He lurched forward, eyes glazed with lust, rubbing his
clenched fist up and down his thick truncheon. But he was too far gone and
suddenly with a long drawn out groan he shot his sperm in spurt after spurt
all over Jenny's pumping buttocks.
Linda's fingers, pressing tightly into the soft flesh of Jenny's
ass-cheeks, felt the hot sticky fluid covering the tightly flexed buttocks.
The excited young blonde rubbed it over the silken flesh, enjoying the
slippery texture. She suddenly felt as though she were choking. Jim had
collapsed on top of the two girls wallowing in the sweat and slipperiness
of his sperm, pressing his still erect member between the cleft of Jenny's
deliciously rounded buttocks.
Hugh and Billy swiftly grabbed the huge life saver to keep the two girls
from being suffocated. Swinging wildly, the thick-set Jim knocked Hugh down
with a punch to the neck. Dazed, it was a second or two before Hugh could
stagger to his feet, cursing. Jim also pushed the others away and lay back
spread-eagled on Jenny's back while both girls were yelling as best they
could for help.
In this kind of situation loyalties were partly forgotten. Hugh knew that
Billy would stick with him: he'd already had his go at Jenny, satisfying an
old ambition. And Tiger was Jim's mate, closer to him than to Hugh or
Billy. Obviously he had to get that big bastard "Sludge-Pump" and get him
fast; then Tiger would be on his own.
Hugh leaped over to the couch and swung his fist hard against the side of
Jim's face, catching him partly on the temple. The powerful brute collapsed
where he was, lying on Jenny, his colossal rod extending under her
ass-cheeks and jammed high up between their bellies. Frustrated by not
getting to the girls first, Tiger had stood back to see the outcome of the
fight and was preparing to knock Billy out of any free-for-all. Now he
stood there while Hugh and Billy dragged the unconscious Sludge-Pump, his
cock limp but still huge, across the floor. The large member with its huge
purple head was bigger than any of theirs; they couldn't even compare their
own with an erection against Sludgie's when it was slack. All their cocks
were beginning to droop as a result of the tension.
"The bloody big moron would go and ruin everything," moaned Billy, looking
down at his weapon as he moved to sit with the girls. They were sitting up,
Linda's arms around Jenny and both of them anxiously looking at the
prostrate form of Jim Yates lying flat on his back with that horse's cock
hanging limply over his thigh.
"Well, what are you going to do now?" queried Billy.
"Tie up the bastard," Hugh said, going to the kitchen to get some rope.
"Get some more beer and mix a couple of strong vodkas for the birds, Billy.
That'll keep you busy," he ordered.
As soon as Hugh left the room Tiger suddenly pushed Linda's arms away from
her tight hold around Jenny, picked the model up and carried her, kicking
and flailing her arms to the bedroom. She was struggling violently with him
on the bed when Billy brought in a beer and vodka.
"Shut the door when you go out, Billy," he yelled pushing Jenny back onto
the bed and holding her shoulders down while he kneed her legs apart.
Outside the door Billy was faced with a scratching, clawing Linda, her long
hair flying about her face as she tried to push past to wrench open the
door.
"Let me in, let me in," she screamed deliriously.
Billy ducked and dodged the savagely clawing girl until he grabbed her
around the waist, took a handful of hair, pulling her head back so that he
could clamp his mouth hard down on one of her heaving young breasts. His
cock shot up into a rock hard, curving rod; his hand went between her
ass-cheeks where he was just getting a finger into her wet crevice when he
felt Hugh's arm go around his neck. He was forced to release the girl who
rushed to the bedroom door calling out for Jenny. Temporarily she was
strengthened by the adrenaline flowing into her system, and the haze of
hashish and alcohol momentarily cleared. If I don't resist these mad
animals there's no hope for me. I'll die, she thought bitterly, rather than
give in and be at the mercy of these dreadful beach bums. Her sudden move
to the door had caught both Hugh and Billy by surprise and she had the door
open before they joined forces and grabbed her.
Before being dragged away from the bedroom she was horrified at the sight
that met her eyes. Her wonderful Jenny had her long legs wrapped tightly
around the savagely pumping Tiger who was kissing her and licking her
unresisting body from top to toe. Trembling in abject terror and desolation
at being deserted by her love, her sudden burst of strength expended, Linda
allowed herself to be dragged back to the couch after the bedroom door was
slammed in her face.
Flung onto the couch, she heard Hugh saying, "Don't let the bitch get up
while I finish tying old Sludgie's wrists together." Billy placed his foot
in the small of her back, pressing her down while Hugh completed the tying.
"That'll hold the horny lunatic," Hugh laughed, satisfied now that 
everything was under control.
Taking a long swig from a can of beer, Billy was also amused at the sight
of the powerful surfer lying helpless as a baby on the floor, his wrists
tied securely.
"I want to feel her cunt," Billy said, bending down and rubbing his hand
over the cheeks of Linda's vulnerable buttocks. He felt her shiver at his
touch. "She's a jumpy bitch all right," he said, pushing harder with his
foot against the terrified girl's back.
"Go on, have a feel," Hugh said generously, enjoying the scene. He didn't
see Linda as a tortured, suffering and pathetic girl of fifteen, but as a
stuck-up little bitch who should be taught a lesson. She's asked for it, he
said to himself, and by God she's going to get it. The sight of her
writhing and fucking against his cousin had brought him to a state where he
desired savagely to have her want him as badly as she wanted the girl.
Jesus, he thought, it'll take two of us at least to give her all the cock
she wants.
Lying flat on her stomach, Linda jerked forward from the sudden clutch of
Billy's hand going deep into the cleft of her ass-cheeks and rubbing
clammily into the wetness of her pussy. Her yell of protest was cut off
when her head was shoved viciously face down into the couch. Oh my God,
they'll kill me if I move, she thought. There's no escape. She tried to
wriggle her buttocks away from the pushing hand salaciously rubbing from
her anus down to the entrance of her vagina, attempting with all her
remaining strength to evade the fiercely digging fingers seeking her cuntal
entrance. She felt him find the wet, silky smooth opening and ram his
finger hard forward, cruelly violating her vaginal passage. Not content
with grinding one finger in the tender recesses of her delicate cunt he
brutally shoved two, then three fingers and finally his whole hand up her
sorely stretched passage.
"Oooooohhhh," she screamed wildly, lifting her shoulders to swing weakly
with her arm back at the burly leg pushing into her back. Again her head
was shoved down. She couldn't bear it, she just couldn't, it was inhuman.
The muscles of her cunt tried to eject that cruelly invading hand but that
only excited the brute more. Her gorge rose and she felt sick to her
stomach.
Hugh drained a can of beer, moved over to the couch and kneeled behind her,
watching the poor writhing pinioned girl.
"OK, you've had your feel, Billy," he said, pulling the hand away from her
wet slit. "Sit down and hold her head while I give it to her from behind."
Billy sat at the far end of the large couch, lifting the crying girl's
tear-stained face to confront his throbbing member. He thrust it into her
sobbing mouth, delighted with the spectacle of its hugeness making Linda's
cheeks bulge lewdly. In desperation she knew she'd have to suck him off if
she were ever to get out of this intolerable torment. She sucked back and
forth like an automaton, her eyes glazed in her semi-consciousness.
"You love it, you little whore, don't you?" Billy sneered. "Come on Hugh,
she wants to be filled at both ends; ram the old avenger home."
Linda could only manage a token resistance, piteously trying to keep her
legs together as Hugh grabbed her by the waist to lift her buttocks into
the air. She felt his groping hands move down to her sorely ravaged pussy,
felt his fingers parting the almost hairless lips to guide the large head
of his cock into her inflamed cunt, her body protesting in jerky spasms.
She felt the blood-filled head of his hot cock move in, expanding her
vagina as it moved, then she screeched as Hugh savagely rammed far into her
belly so quickly and roughly that her tender vaginal passage burned as
though a red-hot poker had been thrust up her.
"Please, please no more, I can't stand any more," she withdrew her mouth
from Billy's wetly glistening member to plead. Billy grabbed her head on
both sides and thrust it back at the wildly jumping head of his cock,
shoving her head back and forth energetically while Hugh's shaft seared
into her cunt in the same rhythm. There was to be no mercy for her. She
felt like a tribal sacrifice in some primitive native ritual. She was no
longer a person, she was just a juicy, wet hole to be fucked and fucked and
fucked. If only I could pass out, she thought. If only I could die!
Hugh reached over to the coffee table beside the couch and picked up a
glass of straight vodka. "Here make the little fucker drink this," he said,
handing it to Billy.
They were both surprised when Linda drank greedily, spilling much of it
down her chin in her anxiety to find oblivion. They won't want me
unconscious, she thought, and even if they do, I won't feel anything. But
already she was half-conscious of the reaction of her vagina and clitoris
to the squelchily thrusting and withdrawing cock that was making her belly
quiver. She could feel the sex fire building up against her will: her
buttocks were beginning to grind back into Hugh's pelvis despite the pain
she felt from the way he had mercilessly entered her.
He had never sunk his cock so deeply into her before ... she could feel it
right into her womb ... it must be because of this new position.
Oh God! She was fucking like a bitch in heat. But she couldn't stop it, she
couldn't quench this perversely satisfying desire spreading throughout her
body. Her warmly wet cuntal muscles tightened convulsively around Hugh's
cock driving in and out faster now, like a piston, exquisitely exciting
every tissue, despite the pain -or perhaps increased by it-every nerve in
that feverish cunt of hers, the cunt that somehow was more important to her
after those "fun and games" with Jenny.
"Fuck me, fuck me," she muttered mindlessly, backing up to Hugh's thrusts,
"Oh fuck me, Hugh." Neither of the young surfers could understand what she
was saying, since her mouth was almost filled with Billy's hammering cock,
but they could tell by the excitedly pleading tone of her voice that she
was no longer fighting them. And her actions betrayed her awakening hunger,
also. Pushing herself up on her hands to enable her body to respond all the
more easily in this strange and erotic position, she welcomed the insanely
kneading fingers of both Hugh and Billy digging into her firmly hanging
breasts. She could feel Hugh's lust-bloated balls slapping against her anus
as his rasping rod moved in and out of her swollen vaginal lips.
"I don't know what she was cryin' about," panted Billy, ramming his cock
deep into her throat. "She fucks like she's done nothin' else since she was
ten."
A wave of disgust for these sweating animals who thought they could use her
body as an object, as though she had no personality at all, swept over her
and she tried to swerve her face away from Billy's jabbing cock.
"I think we might have to revive "Sludge-Pump" and untie him," Billy said
leeringly. "Might teach this young 'un to behave."
"No, oh no," Linda moaned. "I'll do anything." The thought of Jim's
abnormal member had an immediate effect of frightening her despite the
demands of her body to fuck harder and longer with Hugh.
"Come on, you hot bitch," Billy yelled and lifted her face to receive his
mouth clammily against her lips. Her body was rocking back and forth, she
surrendered her mouth to his, letting his tongue probe in. As soon as he
felt her mouth slacken he pulled away. "OK get your mouth back around my
cock, and suck as though you really mean it," he ordered.
Without a murmur she bowed her head in a cave of long blonde hair, closing
her eyes as her mouth slowly filled with the head of Billy's throbbing
cock. His fist was still around it, rubbing so that droplets of his
lubricating juices dribbled in little bursts into her mouth. The last
departing defensive thoughts left her mind empty except for the message of
sex coming from all over her body, from her buttocks brushed by Hugh's 
hairy belly, the sheer thrilling excitement in her cunt, the feel of Hugh's
chest across her back, the massaging of her breasts and the throbbing lust
of the wet cock in her mouth.
The climactic feeling she had experienced with Jenny was building up again
in her brain like a bubble about to burst. The early tightness she felt
disappeared as her cunt opened in welcome, as the juices flowed and the
nerves sent thrilling messages of satisfaction to her sex-obsessed mind.
Somehow she associated the cock in her mouth with the cock in her cunt: the
sucking and fucking were a completeness.
There was no doubt that the unfortunate girl was not only drugged with
narcotic and alcohol, she was reduced to animal abandonment by the drug of
over-sexed lust. The more her clitoris palpitatingly welcomed the
mindlessly grinding shaft of hotly hard flesh, the more her belly stirred,
engendering a lustful heat in her breasts, her mouth, in every cell of her
body.
She moved her weight from her hands by leaning a shoulder into Billy: she
wanted to hold his cock, to push his pumping hand away so she could squeeze
and massage it herself while she sucked above at its head. Billy was happy
to let her take over the whole works, lying back with his head at the rear
of the couch, smiling lewdly as he looked down on that blonde heap of hair
covering his cock and balls. Jesus, what a mover! What a goddamned fuck-hot
bitch she is! Her fingers were wetly slithering up and down, up and down,
tightly gripped around his hard cock, while her head bobbed up and down to
keep the head of his monster moving in and out of her mouth. What a beauty!
What a mad, raving drunken Yankee bitch she is. He'd get fifty dollars a
time for her from his pals at the Surf Club, if Hugh would agree to the
deal. His degenerate mind worked at this new opportunity to earn easy
money. Christ! We could make a couple of hundred dollars a day easily with
this luscious blonde angel. Some of those horny bastards at the Club would
pay plenty to have a go at a girl of fifteen, for the first time in their
lives ... I know some rich old jokers in Brisbane who'd pay a thousand for
her! No use thinking of that, he mused, reaching out to grip the bobbing
blonde head; once she leaves this joint a man would be a mug to be seen
within a mile of her! One squeak from her and we'd all be in the clink.
The orgasm-crazed girl abandoned herself completely to the slowly mounting
explosion within her. She wanted the feeling to linger forever, at the same
time wanting it to accelerate, to blow herself apart into a gaseous cloud
of pulsating fuck that would float forever in a heavenly sky. Weird colors
and shapes formed in her head. She dripped with sweat, Hugh's hands slid
across her dancing breasts, she droolingly sucked harder and faster, and
ground her buttocks in a circular motion against that virile cock ramming
regularly and so deeply within her, her expanded cunt hungrily contracting,
sucking and wanting more and more of it. And Hugh responded, rising up on
his knees to hold her small young waist in a tight grip and to frenziedly
ram in long, swiftly deep strokes, his cum-filled cock, its glans irritated
so much his body shook with a maniacal effort to satisfy the eager cunt
thirstily sucking for more.
He was so engrossed in his attempt to devastatingly ravish the gorgeous
creature writhing beneath him, he didn't notice the movement in a far
corner of the room where "Sludge-Pump" Yates was coming out of his coma.
Billy saw him dazedly sitting up to stare around the room, fixing his eyes
on the debauch on the couch then looking down at his carelessly bound
wrists. He had not been properly tied up: it was only a temporary measure
to keep him quiet. He looked about for the other girl. Where was she? He
looked behind him and saw the bedroom door closed and heard the grunting
and moaning emanating from inside. Billy smiled at him, indicating with a
silent movement of his head that it might be a great idea if he forgot
about the young blonde for awhile and concentrated on helping Tiger. He
watched with amazement as Jim's huge member stiffened even as he shook off
the cords around his wrists. Jesus! he chortled to himself, wait till that
lesbian bitch gets a cuntful of that! He was right on the verge of cumming
himself, stretching his body back to raise his cock farther up to that
wildly bobbing head of massed blonde hair.
But he was disappointed. She was doing her own thing, exploding in a loud
drawn-out moan, cumming with Hugh whose eyes were glazing over as he went
into a mighty orgasm.
"Fuck harder, fuck harder ... harder," Linda groaned, lifting her face
forcibly from Billy's cock. "Quicker, quicker, please. Oh please FUCK ME
QUICKER," she begged. She was exploding into orgasm after orgasm, spasm
after spasm was shaking her sex-wracked body. She thought it would never
end, this frantic convulsion bringing every muscle in her body into action,
tightening and contracting so that she bent double, resisting Billy's
efforts to pull her head back to his wetly unsatisfied cock. She reached
behind her to pull Hugh's thighs tighter towards her as she felt his hot
sperm shooting deep inside her, pumping and jetting from his quivering
shaft. She heard his animal yell of triumph as the hot cum squirted in
bursts from his loins, filling her belly and mixing with her own sticky
cuntal fluid. Her cunt was overflowing; she could feel a hot wetness oozing
out and running in tiny rivulets down the soft inside of her shaking thighs
to her knees.
Hugh collapsed over her slim young back, and Billy was trying to finish
himself off when they were startled by a loud scream issuing from the
bedroom. Hugh leaped up, his slackening cock still dribbling its cum,
looking at the empty corner where "Sludge-Pump" had lain unconscious. The 
bastard's got Jenny, he realized. He was planning on fucking her next. He
didn't want his cousin split asunder until he'd had another go at her,
although no one could be as great a sex maniac as that succulent little
blonde panting on the couch. Christ, what a fuck!
He pushed open the bedroom door to stare down in disbelief at the spectacle
on the bed. Jenny wasn't screaming now: she was moaning with want. Tiger
was relaxing on a chair by the window, drinking from a cold can of beer and
also staring with admiration at the wondrous spectacle of Sludge-Pump's
mighty equipment forced into the entrance of Jenny's tightly stretched
cunt. How she managed to take it was quite beyond belief. Hugh didn't
realize that she had been brought to near orgasm by Tiger but hadn't
actually cum although her cunt had begun to palpitate with hot desire. He
could see for himself, however, that she was ripe enough to accept that
thick corner-post wobbling into her: the view from behind showed her
inflamed genitalia in clear detail, especially as Sludgie had lifted her
buttocks high in the air and bent her legs so far back her knees were
pressing into her voluptuous breasts.
Well, perhaps that's torn it, he said to himself. Too late to stop him now
... let him fuck the daylights out of her!
Walking away towards the kitchen to get another can of beer out of the
refrigerator, he saw his little Linda giving herself wholeheartedly to
Billy.
"Give her one for me," he said with drunken vulgarity. Billy had turned her
around onto the flat of her back so that they were fucking belly to belly.
Billy's cock was man-sized, and to Linda there seemed to be no difference
between the one she had now and the one that a little while ago was at her
from behind. She hardly recognized Billy's face or his mouth which she was
savagely kissing, her own mouth opening wide to accept his tongue in her
cheeks.
Hugh got his beer, lit a cigarette and went back to the bedroom to watch
the flange-headed weapon work on his cousin.
"Oooooooooohhhh, darling, darling, this is better, much much better," the
model was moaning in ecstasy. Jim's great cock was in as far as it could
go, the blood-filled head hard up against her cervix.
"Don't split her you bastard," Tiger called out laughingly, envious that
his buddy may be stimulating her far more than his own efforts had
achieved.
"Yeah," agreed Hugh, "I want another go at that hot cunt of hers."
Sludge-Pump Yates was deaf to them. In any case he knew there was a limit
to what any girl could take of his great member. He reveled in her
reaction, her groans of pleasure and the wet clasping of her cunt flesh as
it closed on him so tight and slippery. He was thankful that Tiger had got
her so nicely prepared.
This was only the third man Jenny had allowed in her for a long, long time.
It had taken the exciting desire for Linda and Hugh to break down her
reserve. She felt her body coming to life in a new way, the pain of Jim's
first intrusion slowly giving way to a maddening fire of want that began
deep within her womb, spreading relentlessly through the raw nerve ends of
every inch of her beautifully elegant body. She felt the tingling ripple
through her cunt to her rectum, her clitoris was aflame where the nerves
danced like fire, a white heat raged across her stomach, her breasts were
hot and swollen, and she could feel the tingling rush from the lips of her
vagina up her thighs and calves to the tips of her toes.
Rotating her hips from side to side around the fleshy impaling rod, her
vagina dilated in time to its rhythmic shoving. God it's a monster! It
could have been Linda's head inside her cunt and Linda's lips licking the
pink walls of her vagina, she fantasized in her hashish-induced euphoria.
"Aaaaaahhhh," she yelled as he pushed too hard. "Jesus don't split me," she
begged.
Jim eased back a little and stopped. He didn't mind hurting her a little,
but he didn't want to go too far, to injure her seriously.
"Oh, don't stop. Fuck me, keep fucking me even if you hurt me."
That was what he wanted. He liked the bitch to beg for it and grunted his
pleasure as he began screwing up against her clasping cuntal lips as much
as he could get into her without frightening her again. He watched her
turning her head slowly from side to side in tormented ecstasy, and he saw
her hypnotized stare at the erect members of Tiger and Hugh sitting on
chairs on either side of the bed. The dilated lips between her hair-lined
livid slit pulled tantalizingly back, sliding wetly down his thick rod for
several inches and then slowly, juicily coming back for more: she was
testing it herself, to see how much she could take. Jim held her
short-cropped head in his hammy hands to press his ugly face close to hers,
to push his lips down on her lovely mouth. He could taste cunt there,
Linda's young cuntal smell. Jenny responded to him, kissing back, biting
his lips, tonguing into his cheeks, lasciviously sucking at his tongue as
though it were another cock, biting and tonguing at his mouth as if she had
been waiting all her life to give herself to him completely. He had no 
compassion for her as his lust increased, his arms pinning her legs back in
that helpless position so that no part of her body could inhibit his
complete control of her gaping cunt. Withdrawing the deeply imbedded
instrument, probing back again, he kept his movement timed with hers,
feeling the heat of her cunt and the rush of moisture indicating her coming
orgasm.
She bucked against him wildly and then with a deep throated groan her body
began vibrating uncontrollably.
"Oh Jesus Christ, I'm cumming, I'm cumming. Oh you wonderful bloody cock.
Aaaaaaaagh!" Jenny spluttered.
Wet, sticky juice flooded from her throbbing vagina out past his inflamed,
fleshy red cock, the warm fluid trickling down over her brown puckered anus
that was also vibrating with the surge of her orgasm.
Her cumming drove Jim to wild, careless rapture. He forgot about the
dangerous length of his mighty organ and rammed it forward with all his
pent-up lust and bitterness. He had waited a long time to ravish this
precious lesbian. He had given her a fucking great orgasm; now she would
give him his. He rammed the full throbbing length hard in, sinking it
cruelly in to her helplessly exposed vagina, far into her womb, while she
was still jerking spasmodically from the effects of her orgasm. He jammed
so hard, in his renewed attack, his hairy pelvis met hers for the first
time. She bucked in pain and shock this time. Thankfully, the narcotic and
vodka gave her some protection against much of the pain, and her own
cumming had relaxed her sufficiently to take a little more of that
fantastic member that felt like a wrestler's arm inside her. He pulled back
and rammed again, his hugely bloated balls slapping wetly against her anus.
His wet mouth locked over hers stifled the moans of protest. She received
no help from Tiger who was too absorbed in rubbing his own cock with his
fist; nor from Hugh sitting boggle-eyed at the exhibition. No one bothered
to look through the open door at Billy grinding away at Linda for all his
worth, her legs locked over his body, her buttocks plunging up to meet his
every thrust.
Jim was giving Jenny long strokes continuously now, filling her wet and
slippery passage, withdrawing slowly until the great flange-head met the
vagina lips, then with his buttocks tightened, thrusting forward in a quick
movement that brought his balls slapping against her anal crack. Thrust
after thrust he felt the wonderful tightness of the little-used cunt. In
Brisbane he usually satisfied his lust with big-cunted aboriginal whores.
This lesbian was as tight as a virgin-and she was taking all of him ...
though he was forced to ram with all his strength to get his pulsating rod
into her. Her arms were snaking round his back, her long nails digging into
his flesh. Instead of shrinking away from his outsize shaft, she was
starting to grind forward to it, wanting it again. She let him rub his
unshaved face over hers as he slobbered his saliva into her mouth.
The sound of his grunts and her stifled moans was now joined by a
high-pitched moaning coming from Linda in the sitting room. Jim grunted
louder and shoved his tongue down Jenny's throat as in one mighty push he
rammed his exploding cock all the way into her soft unresisting cunt. She
could feel her insides painfully tearing as the large head of the deeply
sunk weapon inflated like a balloon against her cervix, threatening to tear
her womb apart. She felt the first great spurt of hot cum shooting
searingly into the inflamed walls, burning painfully yet somehow
soothingly, too. The muscles of her cunt clasped around the jerking,
spewing cock, sucking at it as if to milk out every last drop his testicles
could provide. The cavern of her pink quivering passage was drowned in the
flood of his fiery liquid.
Sludge-Pump finally stopped grunting like a satiated pig, his heavy body
collapsing over hers. Gratefully, she freed her lovely long legs and eased
them down, resting her heels between the cheeks of his relaxed buttocks.
The burning walls of her cunt, protected from the ordeal by both their
fornicating juices, had no restraining effect in her desire which was also
increasing as she heard Linda's pleasurable moans of non-stop orgasms and
Billy's wild yell as he shot his bolt hard up her insatiable cunt. Christ I
feel thirsty, Jenny thought. It's that bloody pot that makes you thirsty.
She had no intention of moving to get a drink, however, while that lovely
slackening heap of flesh remained in her. It actually felt even better now,
certainly less painful, as it lay limp but still huge inside her. She was
pleased his stupid head was turned away from her face so she wouldn't have
to look at his ugly mug. She listened to Linda and smiled at the incredible
transformation from a nymphet to a nympho.
Sludge-Pump slowly withdrew his glistening rod from her livid cunt,
bringing with it an amazing quantity of their mixed sticky-white juices.
The black hairs that wound round her cunt and covered her pubic mound were
soaking wet with sweat and the juices of their sex. Beneath cock and cunt,
the spread over the mattress was soaked through. The great bull-necked
beast rolled off her, muttering that he wanted a beer. He was satisfied up
to a point: he hadn't hurt the lesbian bitch enough. I tried to split her
apart and she loved it! Fuck her! Jim thought bitterly.
Jenny's cuntal itch was still aggravatingly teasing her. When Hugh and
Tiger went out in search of beer she got up, shut the door, threw the
spread off the bed and lay back on the clean white sheets. She had to cum
again, she simply had to or she'd go mad.
While one hand dreamily played with her breasts and nipples, the other
tenderly felt over the lips of her swollen vagina, her middle finger
touching her sensitive twitching clitoris, erect and pulsating with
electric nerve ends. With a contented moan she rolled over onto her
stomach, her legs flexed apart, her finger skilfully massaging the
pulsating center of her sexual delight. She had just been fucked by three
men and this new experience had aroused an unquenchable sexuality in her.
Pressing her knees into the bed she raised her buttocks slightly so that
she could manipulate her clitoris more easily with two fingers. She heard
the door open and the slurping of beer as four pairs of eyes peered at her
private performance. She didn't see the four naked cocks pointing towards
her: she was too absorbed with the glorious feeling of darting pleasure
coursing through her. She came quickly to a climax, hanging back
deliciously as she momentarily teetered on the edge of release, then
rubbing vigorously to bring the white hot juices streaming yet again
through her scarlet slit.
Billy got to her first, and he shoved his tongue hard into that inviting
crevice, sucking at her juices as she moaned deliriously in the throes of
orgasm. Before she was completely finished he threw himself over her lovely
long olive-skinned back and jammed his stiff cock into her warm, pulsating
cunt. The others laughed drunkenly when she rolled swiftly over, throwing
Billy onto the floor. He was about to give her a backhander when Hugh
stopped him,
"Careful mate. Let the bitches have a rest. Time we got stuck into a few
frosty cans of beer," he said. Linda was staggering across the living room,
mumbling that she wanted to go to the bathroom. He steered her towards it
and ushered his buddies into the living room.
He mixed two large vodkas and Coke, took them to Jenny, setting them on the
bedside table, then settled down to a bout of steady drinking. When Linda
staggered back from the bathroom they stopped talking to watch the luscious
blonde nymphet go into Jenny's room, shutting the door behind her. They
heard the creak of the bed as she sank exhaustedly down beside the lesbian,
their arms entwined around each other, their bruised lips gently touching.
Chapter 9
What the boys were talking about would have shocked Jenny and terrified
Linda. At first they joked about having to tie up Sludge-Pump and what
great fucks the girls were, what tight cunts they had, and what sluts they
were when the two were together. They supposed they had their tongues stuck
up each other's cunts right now.
"As long as they're keeping their pussies nice and juicy I don't care a
bugger what they do," drooled Billy. "I'm gonna have that little blonde
again by Christ," he added. "She's the horniest bird I've ever known. She
never stopped cummin' ... guess I brought her on." He looked at the others
with a smug grin on his face.
"Me next with the blonde," said Tiger defiantly.
A cunning leer spread over the heavy unshaven face of Sludge-Pump. "Yeah,"
he said. "You and me haven't had her yet. It's our turn next. Hugh can fuck
his cousin and Billy can have her mouth. I reckon that's fair."
"There's plenty for everybody. Don't rush. You can all have them as often
as you like." Hugh leaned forward menacingly towards Jim Yates. "But next
time, I'm havin' the blonde again before she's split open for good."
"That's four of us wants Miss Lolita," Billy said. "Looks like we should
toss for her."
"Anyway," said Tiger, "four into two don't go. Or does it?"
"Why not?" laughed Hugh. "Each one of them's got three fuck holes and we've
only got one tool each. That makes it four into six!"
Roaring with laughter they opened more cans while one of them put on
another record. Then they got down to business.
"We can make a bundle out of the Yankee bird," announced Hugh.
"And out of Jenny, too," suggested Tiger, looking at the others to support
him. Hugh shook his head, so they shook their heads. No hawking his cousin.
Besides, Hugh informed them, she had to go to Melbourne tomorrow to have
her picture taken for a women's magazine.
"That's why we can do business in this flat. Linda's parents think she's in
Brisbane, the club's full of horny bastards like us and nobody'll be any
wiser. Not that there ain't plenty of birds about beggin' for it and givin'
it away ..." He stopped talking to listen; he thought he could hear a
strange buzzing sound coming from the bedroom. Must be me ears, he said to
himself.
"Yeah," Tiger broke in. "There's plenty of bitches about but Jesus a lot of
blokes like to have it readily available, close to the beach, like. An' how
many of them have had a terrific Yankee doll of fifteen?"
"Everybody likes a change," laughed Billy. "I reckon you could get up to 
fifty dollars a time for her if you had the patience to wait."
"We don't have the time. She'll only be in Sydney for another week or so,
and we'll have to get her back safe and sound a couple of days at least
before she has to go back to the States. We've got to play this safe. I
don't want to get Jenny into any strife over her, and I'm bloody sure I
don't want the cops sniffing around." Hugh was just as greedy for dollars
as the others. They were all short of money because what they earned went
to the breweries as soon as they were paid. Making it this easy way with
free fucks on the side was something each one of them had always dreamed
about.
"Sounds like a workin' holiday," said Tiger, cocking an ear towards the
door. "That's funny. I thought I heard somethin' buzzin' in there." He
looked quizzically at the others. "Any of you hear it?"
"Yeah, I did," said Billy.
"Me too," said Hugh. "I'll just take a look at the beautiful bodies and see
what's goin' on." The music drowned the sound of the door opening but not
the sound of buzzing, louder now that the door was open. Hugh closed the
door softly, a lewd smirk on his face.
"Jesus! Do you know what me cousin's doin'?" he gasped, choking to stop
himself from laughing out loud. "She's got one of them vibrator things
shaped like a cock and she's got it buzzin' up the Princess's cunt. And
she's lovin' it. Jesus, I ain't never seen anythin' like it! Jenny's
fuckin' her with a plastic cock!"
They were drunk enough to laugh at anything and this news had them rolling
about the floor.
"Right-o, calm down you mad bastards." Hugh whispered hoarsely. "Play
another record Billy to stop them hearin' us. Before we get too stoned,
let's fix the price. And no fuckin' cheatin' any of you. I say twenty
dollars a fuck. And seein' how she's my find and it's in my apartment and I
take the biggest risk, I take ten dollars and you split the rest between
you. Any argument?" he asked, leaning back and cooling his cock on the side
of the cold can of beer in his hands.
"No argument, mate," Tiger said, answering for the others. "But if we get
more than twenty dollars we three split the extra. OK?"
"Fair enough," Hugh admitted. "All I want is ten bucks a fuck."
They lifted cans of beer and toasted the deal. The others wanted to open 
the door to look lasciviously at the plastic vibrator that inspired such
sounds of moaning from the bedroom, but they were easily persuaded by Hugh
to stick to the beer for awhile. They all needed a rest, he said.
"Something to eat, too." said Billy.
"There's some brownies left in the kitchen. We'll eat them, the hash might
give us a little boost," Hugh said, noticing that Tiger was beginning to
doze-off in his chair.
"Hey, Tiger," he called. "We're flippin' a coin to see who gets up who
next." He first of all tossed for partners and he got Sludge-Pump Yates,
leaving Billy and Tiger in partnership. The next toss was for the blonde.
"Heads or tails?" he called; Billy called, "Tails," and the coin fell down
showing the head.
"She's ours," gloated Sludge-Pump. "We've won the little blonde."
"Right," said Hugh. "She will be surprised. So will Jenny when she finds
she gets Tiger again and Billy as a bonus. Don't knock her about, you two.
Remember she's flying down to Melbourne tomorrow on a modeling job."
"What we do won't show. Front or back. When do we start? I think my
partner's liable to cave in unless we get cracking soon." Billy could see
Tiger's eyes dropping with sleep and the effects of drinking countless
beers at the club.
"Another round of beers first. Give the Princess time to get to work on
Jenny with the vibrator. Put on another record, Billy, something with a
good beat to it." He got up himself to stack the refrigerator with more
cans of beer and bring cold ones back to the living room. Although it was
about four in the morning, the heat was stifling. There were few traffic
sounds in the street. Occasional dull rolls of thunder announced a coming
storm, a "southerly buster" that often blew up along the coast in summer.
The breakers were thumping down louder, their sound stronger now the
traffic was quieter.
They ate the remaining brownies but the baked hash inside them had little
effect on Billy who fell asleep with a cigarette burning a hole in his
armchair. Hugh poured beer on the cigarette and the burned hole, then he
went to the couch to stretch out. Jim and Tiger hoped he would pass out as
well so they could have the two girls to themselves.
The more Tiger thought of this in his drunkenly cunning mind, the more he
liked the idea. After awhile, on the pretext of going to the bathroom, he
ambled towards the bedroom door and just as he was about to pass it he
pushed it open, went inside, slammed the door and locked it. The two girls 
yelled with surprise and covered their faces to protect themselves from
Tiger's mad leap into the bed between them, knocking the little phallic
vibrator to the floor. He wanted the blonde and in his efforts to
concentrate on pushing her legs apart Jenny was quickly able to break from
his grip and unlock the door.
There was enough noise to wake the dead, but not Billy. Jim was first in
when the door was unlocked, his thickly muscled arm going around Linda's
waist to drag her forcibly from Tiger's drunken clutches. Jim found the
girl less trouble than he expected: She appeared dazed, though she was
still able to manage to call in a pathetically weak voice for Jenny and
Hugh to help her.
Partly sobered by the commotion, Hugh saw that a fight was brewing, an
all-out brawl that might have the neighbors calling the cops. The four had
tossed fair and square for the next fuck. Billy was passed out in his
chair, gone for the night, Tiger had his luck of the toss in the bedroom,
and Sludgie and himself had theirs. He allowed him to hold onto the
squirming nymphet while he reached into the bedroom to take the door key.
"Goodnight Tiger. Goodnight Jenny. We'll leave you two love birds alone
until breakfast time," he said, pulling the door shut and locking it before
his cousin could prevent him. Hugh stood listening through the door and
heard her shout at him what a low creature he was, and she said to Tiger,
"I'm too bloody weak to resist."
Turning to Jim to ask him to carry the girl to the couch, he was startled
to see his partner's hand gripped tightly over the struggling girl's mouth
as he bent behind her, trying to stuff his great pole between her quivering
ass-cheeks.
"Do ya want another fist in ya face, ya great baboon?" he demanded,
dragging Linda away from him. "Don't ya know how to treat a Princess?"
Christ the girl's limp, he thought, must have overdone the vodkas. What she
needs is a hot meat injection. His crude humor caused him to laugh as he
picked Linda up and carried the semiconscious girl to the couch where he
sat with her in his arms, nibbling at her nipples and feeling her soft
pussy.
"What about me?" Sludge-Pump glared across the room, his monstrous cock and
gross hairy body in the dimly lit room giving him the appearance of a
caricatured Neanderthal man.
"I'm warmin' her up for us both," Hugh said, feeling a reaction to his
finger in her cunt, noticing her legs beginning to move slowly apart to
help his finger. She let her head droop forward so that he could kiss her. 
She didn't resist. He kissed her hard on the mouth which sensuously opened
for his tongue with the same slowness as her legs opened for his finger.
For some time his penis had been slack, but now it suddenly shot out
between his legs. He had to ease Linda back against him, her hips and waist
pushing sluttishly, squeezing his cock hard against his belly. He felt
dribbles of lubricating fluid wetting down to his navel. Her warm pussy was
coming to life, exuding its own juices to welcome the fleshy horn.
"Did ya like Jenny fuckin' ya with her vibrator?" he asked her
lasciviously.
She nodded stupidly, seeking his mouth again.
"Do ya want me to fuck ya with me cock?" He had to push her away to get her
lips off his to ask her. She nodded again, mumbling "Yes." She was rubbing
her side against his stiff member. He told her to kiss it. She lowered her
head obediently, still writhing against his finger, opened her mouth and
took the swollen, dribbling head succulently into her mouth as though
sucking a particularly large ripe plum.
Sludge-Pump stood looking ravenously down at her. "I'll tell ya what," he
said slyly, "I'll lift her onto ya, Hugh."
With a nod from Hugh he lifted her up by the waist, the ravishing young
body bending listlessly like a rag doll, Hugh holding her at her armpits.
The beefy life saver placed an arm underneath her golden brown belly, bent
her knees forward with his other arm and lowered her down, her vaginal lips
spread wide apart. Stretching out on his back, Hugh lifted his pelvis so
that his cunt-seeking cock-head met the descending vaginal lips held apart
by Jim.
Carefully lowering her jackknifed body down, Jim leered evilly. He had her
tender, tight little brown anus right in front of his eyes. Christ! he said
to himself, if I can get the old Sludge-Pump in there it'll be a miracle
... but by Christ I'm gonna get it in if I have to drill a new hole ...
I'll teach the horny slut to ever smack me across the face. His coarse,
simple mind still held a grudge against the girl, not only for striking him
on the nose: She had treated him like dirt. In this case, he laughed lewdly
to himself, revenge will be sweet!
With her legs doubled up he lowered Linda's warmly greedy cunt all the way
down and felt the girl's waist muscles flexing as she began to ride up and
down on the shaft. He could barely wait to rape the temptingly beautiful
anus. Normally he didn't care one way or another about bun-fucking, but
Jesus! he thought, no one could resist the tantalizing sight of the perfect
roundness of this girl's buttocks. The completely hairless crack exposing a
daintily puckered hole with its pink center rising and falling. His desire
was further aggravated by the sight of her pink juicy cunt moving slowly
and sensuously up and down Hugh's horny cock.
Moistening his fingers with the flowing lubricating juices exuding from her
pussy, he wiped some on his great bull-cock, rubbed his fingers against the
puffed lips of her cunt once more, and drew his hand up her anal crack. He
repeated the action several times, letting her get used to it, lingering
over it, as he hungrily stared at the tantalizing little hole that made his
mouth drool.
Resisting a temptation to sink his teeth into the sleek flesh of her
ass-cheeks, he tested the anal opening tentatively with the tip of his
finger, slippery from the sticky wetness. She cringed away from it, forcing
him to grip her bent waist with his left hand before again probing, this
time more forcibly, with his finger. It went half an inch into the tightly
flexed little asshole; he pushed in a further inch, gripping her tight. She
tried to complain in a mewly voice to Hugh who clamped her mouth tight
against his own. He knew what old Sludgie was doing, and she was going to
get it whether she liked it or not. She was beginning to relax the tight
sphincter muscles to allow his finger further penetration, grinding around
to feel more cock and more finger.
Jim shoved his finger another half-inch in and held her tight. This time
she yelped loudly. Hugh pulled her chest down tight on his, crushing her
small moon breasts against his sweating mat of hair. Gradually she accepted
the presence of the finger. Drugged, narcotically and sexually, her body
was making decisions for her: Whatever her body demanded she accepted, like
an automaton geared to a dynamo. She dimly believed at first it was the
sharp tip of a tongue going into her anus: She had enjoyed that. Was it a
cock? Was it Billy trying to fuck her from behind? It felt better now as it
revolved inside her.
Her anus was accepting it, enlarging strangely, perversely to the
extraneous erotic action so much so that Jim had little trouble inserting
two fingers into the grinding buttocks. He brought up more slippery cunt
juices to work the hole into a slimy receptacle, working carefully and
persistently wider and deeper. Drugged as she was, the muscles of her
buttocks and stomach were coming to life, a frantic sex urge coursing
throughout her body, her nervous system awakening to the prospect of
astounding satisfaction. Her cunt was alive with want, her rectum, too. She
pushed her tongue deep into Hugh's mouth.
"Fuck me, fuck me!" She lifted her mouth to moan the words then buried her
mouth back hard against Hugh's watering mouth.
"I'll fuck you all right, you little bitch," grunted Jim, unable to wait a
moment longer.
Drawing her ass-cheeks wide apart, he leered at the pulsating pink hole
begging to be penetrated. He was going to shove his long, thick cudgel all
the way up into that virginal orifice and make her beg for mercy. This
would be the Yankee Princess's ultimate humiliation and degradation. After
this, the whoring of her would be only an anti-climax. Harshly gripping her
hips to steady her and using his thumbs to hold wide the soft flesh of her
ass-cheeks, he brutally jammed the purple-red head of his oversized cock
into the wet anus.
"Aaaaaahhhhhh! No, no, no, oh please don't. Nooooooo!" she screeched,
jerking her head in the air and shooting her body forward. The pain was
excruciating. Hugh grasped her harder, at the same time lifting his
buttocks to shove his rod deeply into her, while Jim's Sludge-Pump forced
itself in a few more agonizing inches.
Another scream was stifled by Hugh pulling her face down into his neck. She
attempted to bite him until he threatened to knock all her teeth out.
"Hold her still at your end," he said to Jim. "I've got her tamed up here."
The blunt intrusion of his lunging cock felt as if her rectum was being
split wide open. Mercifully it was still for the moment, though every fiber
of her being resisted as she felt the hard rubbery flesh slowly begin to
move back and forth, sending waves of pain inside her widely stretched anal
passage.
"Aaaaahhhhggggg!" she screamed again as the grotesquely abnormal member
drove right up into her. The coarse pubic hair of the man behind her rasped
against the softness of her ass-cheeks. Oh my God, she thought. It must be
that monster they call Sludge-Pump. How could there be room inside me for
Hugh's huge cock and this other gigantic monstrosity?
Both men gasped with sadistic, lascivious pleasure as they began fucking
away at her. They could each feel the presence of each other's cock inside
the young girl's belly. She had collapsed down on Hugh, all resistance gone
except for constant moans of anguish issuing from her slack, saliva-wet
mouth. Jim had levered himself high on his knees in order to manipulate her
buttocks by his firm grip on her waist, plunging the full length of his
punishing weapon into her with long flesh-tearing strokes. His control of
her buttocks worked as an aid to Hugh lying flat on his back and jerking up
with his pelvis to shove as deeply as he could in time with the movement.
There was an added erotic excitement in having them both fuck her at the
same time. Should have old Billy here to fuck her mouth ... the drunken 
bastard doesn't know what he's missing, he thought. And Tiger's with Jenny
... up her ass, too, I'll bet.
He was right about Tiger. There was no argument in the bedroom. They lay
sideways on the bed, his hands fondling her breasts and his ass-loving tool
was stuck hard between her small firm buttocks. She too was having
something extra. The battery operated vibrator was buzzing in her cunt, its
vibrations being felt by Billy's deeply embedded cock. She had already cum
several times, and she intended to keep on achieving orgasms until she
either passed out or her pussy could take no more. Her record for
self-induced orgasms was fifteen in a row. Tonight she felt she could
easily break that figure, especially if Billy kept up that nice easy rhythm
of fucking into her asshole. She never thought she'd enjoy having a cock up
there: She must teach Hugh how to do it. Let Linda scream her head off, she
selfishly decided. I can't stop now for anyone ... anyway, Hugh will look
after her ... he wants her for himself; the selfish bastard.
With her leg thrown back over Tiger's so that her cunt was nicely opened,
she moaned into another orgasm. Eight! she counted to herself, her eyes
closed in ecstasy.
Linda was well and truly being looked after ... sexually. Sludge-Pump
drooled over her back, his saliva dribbling down on her narrow shoulders
that jerked forward with each lunge of his rampaging shaft into her tender
anal passage, tripping her servile kneeling body between the skewering
cocks. She was hopelessly pinned by them both in that bent position like a
harem slave between two husky masters. In spite of the pain in her anus,
the arousal of her inflamed clitoris encouraged her anal muscles to expand
to an unbelievable degree to accept the rape of her rear hole. Jim was
groaning that it was too tight and too wonderful. "I can't stand it!" he
muttered lifting his head in reaction to the thrill of the warm clasping
flesh enveloping the huge cock that had brought him so much comment from
his teasing friend. "Jesus, she likes it now!" he thought, amazed that the
tiny brown circle and its little pink hole could expand so much that he
could slide all the way through and deep up into her. His whole monstrously
throbbing rod-as thick as a man's wrist-was thrusting into her right up to
the hilt. He felt his balls slap wetly down onto the cock and balls fucking
upwards beneath him. No need to worry about her bolting now!
She was moving backwards to meet each forward thrust into her buttocks and
grinding down to take the thrusts up into her cunt. She undulated, swinging
her pelvis and buttocks in small rotating circles: Clasping one rod tightly
with a slight throb of her rectum as it withdrew on the back stroke,
opening to take it on the in stroke; cunt-gripping the other rod sliding so
hot and satisfyingly past her clitoris into the molten depths of her
vagina. Doubly impaled through her two holes so close together that the 
only part of her lower body she could move was her hips and buttocks and
these she moved like a female demon, sweating as she rode up and down with
a rotating movement that was bringing both their pulsating members toward a
simultaneously gushing explosion.
Hugh felt her head begin to thrash from side to side. He lifted it so that
he could suck at her slack mouth, tonguing and biting at her lower lip. He
could see from her glazed eyes that she hungered for satisfaction in her
buttocks as well as her cunt. Her body bucking and churning now as the
fires of mounting lust enlivened her, he sensed that she was drawing to a
climax, bringing his inflated cock to an even more excited state. Her cunt
was pleading for more, and he shoved hard up to satisfy it, feeling the
nearness of Sludgie's weapon pistoning faster and faster, Hugh's balls
awash with the juices flowing from her cunt. The girl was moaning as though
in a trance as both cocks rammed rapidly into her, hard and deep.
It was too much for Hugh. He couldn't contain himself any longer and with
one mighty upward thrust his penis-head's slit opened to gush out his cum
hotly against her cervix. Wildly he yelled his completion as her body
thumped down on him, tossed by a mighty thrust from Jim's great pole.
"More, Hugh, more. Keep fucking my cunt," he heard her begging him, trying
to balance the mad, excruciating cuntal and anal excitement filling her
body with a lust she didn't believe possible. But Hugh was finished. He had
drained his balls, and his cock sucked slowly back out of the wetly
voracious vagina. He was also suddenly conscious of the weight of both the
girl and of Jim leaning over her back. He eased himself from beneath them,
staggered to the bathroom and then went to the bedroom to collapse on the
other side of Jenny.
Tiger was sound asleep but Jenny was lying, legs wide apart, her hand
gripping the end of the vibrator buzzing deep inside her.
"Turn that thing off," he said, lying on his back. "I want some sleep."
"Just one more, Hugh. I'm having number twenty. Oh, oh, oh ...
aaaaggghhhh." With a final satisfied moan she switched off the vibrator and
turned towards him, lifting a long leg over his and nestling up, her
breasts against his side.
"Wake me at ten," she sighed. "Have to go to Melbourne tomorrow. Is Linda
all right?"
"Having the time of her life," he yawned.
And it was true; the blonde teenage girl was enjoying her ass-fuck as much 
as she had the cunt-fuck. She was lying flat on her stomach, now, legs
apart, with her hand underneath so that she could finger her clitoris while
Jim rammed into her fully distended anal passage. She quickly brought
herself to orgasm with her fingers, as Jim could tell by the increasing
loudness of her groaning. She had wanted to reach this long drawn-out
climax with them both in her, and now that her cunt was emptied of stiff
flesh some of the pleasure she'd received from her rear hole was
diminishing. As she started to cum the threatening storm broke outside,
thunder crashing after lightning flashes heavy rain pelting against the
window panes.
"Aaaaahhhhhh!" she groaned in a perverse mixture of pain and pleasure,
cumming while he thrust and slapped his big sac against the fingers in her
cunt giving their last caress to her clitoris. "Aaaaggggghhhh!" This
half-groan, half-scream was a reaction to the finality of her own desires
and the agony of the giant tormenting staff swelling even larger as it was
about to blow. It was stretching the muscles of her anus beyond belief. Yet
with masochistic pleasure and uncontrollable desire her buttocks ground
back against his sweating pelvis, thick with wet pubic hairs. The whole
length of her crack felt hot and painful, the heat inside her anal depths
searing with increasing pain.
Lifting her waist up as his member swelled for the final thrust,
Sludge-Pump was gasping out incoherent obscenities in a spluttering groan.
He flung himself forward with a mighty shove that almost tore through the
walls of her quivering rectum, and with an enormous shudder, he shot his
hotly thick cum in spurting wave after wave into the depths of her rectal
cavern. She was transfixed, bent in front of him, buttocks swaying against
his weight, then in an instinctive reaction to his orgasm, she pressed
tight back against his hairy loins as he poured his sperm far up her anal
passage, filling her until she felt her belly swelling with it.
He collapsed grunting over her back, pressing her deeply into the couch.
She was barely conscious when he began to withdraw the frightful length of
his satiated flesh, looking down to see the inflamed head emerge with a wet
sucking sound, the pink insides of her anus showing clearly as the opening
puckered out when the puffed head of his member withdrew. There was
sufficient consciousness remaining in her to know that she was now totally
debauched, lower than the whores she had previously despised. As she
blacked out into merciful oblivion she thought that there was nothing more
they could do to her now. She would let them fuck her. She would suck them
off. Her body wanted it, now.
Jim Yates stood by the couch staring stupidly down at the most beautiful
girl he'd ever fucked. I don't want to fuck her cunt while she's
unconscious, he thought. Plenty of time tomorrow. He dressed carelessly and
staggered out of the apartment, drunkenly tripping over Jenny's hi-fi set
on the floor. Cursing, he lurched out into the night and swayed along the
promenade to his seedy hotel.
Chapter 10
No one stirred until noon. Billy awakened first and rose stiffly from the
chair he had slept in; he went to the kitchen where he opened the
inevitable cold can of beer and found a cigarette. He didn't see Linda's
nude form on the couch until he returned to the living room, searching for
his shorts. What I need is a quick run into the sea, he decided, to give me
an appetite for breakfast. However, seeing the young girl innocently
sleeping and no one else around brought his cock rising up, his balls
tightening. He lit the cigarette and crept over to Linda's still body but
stopped short as he noticed the smashed record player.
I wonder who broke it, he mused, taking a long swig at his beer. Wouldn't
be Hugh or Tiger, and certainly not Jenny-must have been bloody old
Sludgie! Where in the fuckin' hell is everybody? Opening the bedroom door
he found Hugh and Tiger asleep, their arms crossed over Jenny.
He wakened them, brought cold beers and told them of finding the wreckage
that had once been a record player. Jenny quickly tumbled out of bed to
view the damage, giving a kissing suck to Hugh's cock in the nerve-tingling
section just below the head as she went. I'm turned on to men's cocks now!
she told Hugh merrily, although she avoided Billy's pass as she rushed out
to waken Linda. However, her good humor evaporated at the sight of the
wrecked record player-she was furious. Irritably she shook Linda into
consciousness, led her to the bathroom and went back to question the life
savers sitting on the bed having their first beer of the day. She soon
discovered that Sludge-Pump Yates was the last one fucking Linda: it was
him all right, the others agreed.
"Right, that does it! Yates is banned from this apartment. And another
thing," she yelled, furious that she had slept in, that she had to catch
the two-thirty plane to Melbourne and that she would be away until the
following Sunday, therefore missing out on some pleasant orgies with the
nymphet and Hugh. "When I return I want to see a brand new player."
"We'll all chip in to buy you a new one just as good as the old," Hugh
said, winking at his hungover buddies. "Do you agree to that?"
"Sure thing, Hugh," they chorused. Billy added that they would get half the
money out of Jim Yates who, he said to Jenny, was about to make some money
in a deal in which they were all involved ... not much, but they could 
certainly afford to buy a record player. It would only cost about a hundred
dollars.
Jenny distrusted them, knowing that money went through their pockets as
fast as beer went down their throats. Anyway, she was in too much of a
hurry to think about anything except packing and catching a taxi to
Kingsford Smith airport. She stopped Billy heading for the bathroom and
went there herself to join Linda under the shower. She had to break the
news that she was going to Melbourne for a series of pictures for a
magazine. Lying, to make the girl feel happier, she said that she'd
probably return that evening.
Jenny was mystified at Linda's reaction. The girl seemed to be quite
apathetic at the idea of being left alone with Hugh, whom Jenny knew
couldn't be trusted, and with Billy and Tiger who would fuck any hole with
hair around it. They stood close together under the shower, their hair
dripping. Jenny wondered if perhaps the pot had damaged the kid's brain.
'Course it couldn't, she reasoned to herself. Just a normal amount and not
strong stuff anyway. She drew Linda to her, pressing their wet bodies
together.
"What's wrong, my lovely pet? Do you feel sick?" Jenny thought that perhaps
she should stay, but breaking a contract could cause loss of work later.
Linda threw her arms around Jenny's waist, pulling her tighter so that
their pubic mounds pressed close together.
"I've become a fucking machine, Jenny. I ... I just want to be fucked. I
love you and I want to be fucked ... Jim Yates fucked my bottom last night,
and I liked it. I like Hugh to fuck me. I want to lick your cunt, Jenny ...
I'm a fucking machine ..." She burst into hysterical laughter which turned
to loud sobs and Jenny led her out of the shower recess to rub her dry with
a large towel.
Jenny had never before been faced with this kind of situation. The whole
thing had begun as a lark. She had a damned hangover, her mouth tasted like
the bottom of a parrot's cage and she was developing a migraine headache.
And she had that important job to do.
"Look baby, I love you too and when I get back tonight we can have more fun
and games. You can lick my cunt as long as you want. It's just that you're
experiencing sex for the first time. All girls like it. So while I'm away
just let yourself relax and enjoy it. I only wish I could stay. I like it,
too ..."
"But don't you see?" the young girl wept as Jenny rubbed her long blonde 
hair with the towel. "I'm so awfully ashamed of myself. I wanted to marry
Tom, my boyfriend. I wanted to save it all up for when we were married. Now
I'm craving for cock!" She burst into sobs that shook her body. "I want to
fuck and fuck ..."
She must still be high, Jenny thought. She's still tripping on those
brownies. She plugged in an electric hair dryer to dry her own hair and
finish drying Linda's hair. Linda's emotional outburst calmed under the
administration of the hot air blowing through her hair and Jenny's
caressing hand on her shoulders. When they were dry, Jenny put her arm
around the adolescent blonde girl and led her back to the bedroom. She
changed the sheets, made up the bed and forced Linda to lie back with her
head nestling in a pillow while she busied herself with packing and
dressing for the flight. She couldn't help looking at the delightful body
stretched full length on the bed and the hand carelessly cupped over the
golden-fringed pussy. Her fresh panties were already moistening from an
excitement stirring in her own pussy. She swore as she looked at her watch.
No time for it, no time even to have one last greedy lick at that
temptingly delicate creature. At last, with everything packed, she leaned
over the foot of the bed, parted Linda's pretty pink vaginal lips and
kissed her suckingly on the clitoris.
"Goodbye my sweet darling. I'll think of you all the way to Melbourne."
Linda moaned, "Oh, don't go now. I want you, oh God, I want you, Jenny."
"No, darling, I must go." And Jenny went out of the room, leaving the door
ajar. Hugh was alone in the living room. "Where are the others?" Jenny
hoped for a moment that they may have gone back to Brisbane.
"They've got some business to attend to in the city," Hugh lied. "Gotta
earn some bread to pay for the record player. When will ya be back, Jenny?"
"Tonight," she said loudly so that Linda could hear, and in a whisper
added, "Sunday at the latest. I want to see Linda again before she leaves
Australia. Look after her, Hugh, and keep those ruffians away from here. I
don't want the apartment wrecked." She offered him her lips and they kissed
passionately.
At the front door he kissed her again. "I'm glad you're not all dyke," he
said good-humoredly. "I think we're goin' to have more good times together.
Perhaps it was those hash cookies you made that made the party go with a
bang."
Jenny smiled as he shut the door behind her, and she went out into the 
blazing sunlight to catch a taxi, little realizing what a devastating
effect Hugh's last remark could have on the poor innocent girl listening in
the bedroom.
When Hugh looked in she was frenziedly throwing clothes about looking for
her dress. "What's up, Princess? Looking for something?" he asked. His
shorts were bulging with a growing erection brought on by Jenny's farewell
kisses and implied promises for the future.
"I'm getting dressed. I'm going home. I don't want to see you or Jenny ever
again," she flung at him. "Get out!" She tried feebly to hit him and began
to weep hysterically. "She drugged me, didn't she? She drugged me with
hashish."
"Cool it, babe. She had some, too ... didn't effect her. Anyway, it was
just a little something to make the party swing." He pushed her away and
she sat on the bed, her pretty pointed breasts heaving as she held her head
in her hands, sobbing. Jenny had deceived her. She hadn't given her the
photo. If it was true that a little pot didn't effect Jenny then perhaps it
wasn't that; perhaps it was because she really enjoyed what had happened.
She was no different from other girls who made love to any man who came
along. Her desperate mood gradually subsided. Looking surreptitiously at
Hugh's bulging shorts, the sex urge swelled up in her. That's what she
wanted: a hot throbbing cock. To hell with Jenny and her vibrator. She
wanted that fleshy member Hugh was releasing as he undid his shorts. But
first of all she wanted something to eat.
"I'm starving. Get me some food," she demanded, her voice flat and
lifeless.
"Sure thing, Princess," he said good-naturedly. "Lie back and wait for it.
Orange juice and ham and eggs coming up. I think you're going to earn your
keep."
"I'll try," she replied, staring vacantly at his broad shoulders and naked
buttocks as he strolled out to the kitchen.
The first acquaintance Tiger Kelly met when he walked into the Surf Club
after a swim was Ginger Meggs, a redheaded owner of a fleet of taxis.
"Hear you've got a nice bit of juvenile fluff on the market, Tiger."
"Yeah. Who told you?"
"Bumped into your friend Jim Yates on the promenade. Said she was a fifteen
year old blonde from the States. He mentioned something about a hundred 
dollars for a quickie. Must be mad. What's the real price, Tiger?"
"Sixty dollars but bein' a member of the club she's yours for fifty."
"Make it forty and I'll buy it, sight unseen."
"Jesus, if you saw what a little raver she is you'd want to pay a hundred!"
Tiger exclaimed, thinking what a good start he was making. "Beautiful as a
film star. Lovely tits, not too small, best ass I've ever seen. And just
broken in." He looked at his watch. "I think she'll be free by three
o'clock. Sludge ... er ... I mean Jim Yates is on his way there right now,
I reckon, to help Hugh control the crowds."
"Right," agreed Ginger Meggs. "Who do I pay?"
"Give me thirty deposit and the other ten to Hugh Watson when you go into
the flat." He gave Ginger the address.
Jim Yates had already taken a customer to the flat. There was no need to
search for trade beyond the club despite the fact that it was a Tuesday,
for numerous associate members flocked to Sydney's beach clubs from
Interstate and up country, and on hot days salesmen, rich businessmen,
off-duty policemen and others from all walks of life headed for the beaches
during a heat wave.
Without bothering to go into details with Hugh, the other three Brisbane
life savers made their own arrangements about profit sharing. Two or three
fucks would buy a nice new record player for Jenny ... had to keep her
happy for future visits to Sydney. They decided that two should canvas the
club for trade, taking turns to go up to the apartment to help Hugh: some
of these horny bastards were liable to have their fuck and then ask for
their money back with the threat of their fists. There was to be no queuing
... didn't want to get the neighbors suspicious. Two in at a time. One in
the bedroom, one having a free beer while he waited in the living room. All
afternoon Tiger and Billy slyly let the word drop that a gorgeous young
bird was available in a private flat. Not a hippy, nor a whore, but a sweet
middle-class kid who was doing it for fun. The money was for the flat -very
expensive. Anyone interested had five days and nights in which to make up
his mind. For the first three days they would keep the price at forty to
fifty dollars, if the market could stand it, then lower the price every day
down to twenty dollars. Anyone wanting two goes at her in one day got a
reduction to thirty per. There were exceptions:
"Ever heard of Sergeant Wright?" Billy asked, leaning against the bar with
Tiger, sinking large frothy "schooners" of beer.
"Sure, everybody's heard of him. One of the demons from the Vice Squad,
ain't he?"
"Yeah. The bastard. Someone pimped about Princess Linda and he comes up to
me an' says, 'Hear you've got some imported goods for sale, Mister Sutton."
"First I've heard of it, Sergeant, I told him."
"'Don't get shy,' he says. 'Just put my name down for a special sale price,
will you? I'm off duty tonight at eleven. I'll be there at midnight. I know
where it is. Here's ten dollars'."
"Jesus, what could I do? So I says OK mate, but just for you, not the whole
bloody squad."
"'No, just me. I'm the only one of us who knows the address-so far'."
Tiger interrupted Billy's story of the encounter with the plainclothes
policeman from the notorious Vice Squad who were said to make more out of
Sydney's brothels than the girls did themselves. "At least we didn't have
to bribe the bastard. Wonder how he heard about Linda and where he got the
address. As far as I know there have only been six blokes go to the
apartment so far."
"There's always some pimp about. All we can hope for now is that no one
else from the fuckin' Vice Squad hears about it. When you go up there,
Billy, warn Hugh not to ask for any more money when Sergeant Wright turns
up and tell him to give him all the booze he asks for. Hugh gets his ten
bucks while we get the sweet fuckup."
A new record player had already been chosen, paid for and delivered. They
all thought a little music would help provide a suitable atmosphere.
Tiger felt in his pocket the first few crisp ten-dollar bills made so
easily in a couple of hours. They would all go back to Brisbane much richer
than when they left. Tiger was not very bright but it took little brainwork
to add up what Linda could earn in twelve out of every twenty-four hours,
over five days. If the gross averaged out to thirty dollars a time, sixty
dollars an hour-or maybe more with some young customers who would cum as
soon as they got up the little beauty-that should work out to six hundred
dollars a day! Three thousand dollars for the working week! Working out his
own cut was too much for him.
"Let's have another 'schooner', Billy. We're gonna be rich by Saturday
night!" He thought how much the Vice Squad must be raking off in bribes
from Sydney's brothels: they're worse than the prostitutes, the bastards, 
he decided resentfully.
News about the girl spread out of the club to groups of men on the beach
and in cafes and bars along the waterfront. Before evening when Sludge-Pump
replaced him as a cunt-hustler, Billy was surprised at the variety of
demands prospective clients were making. Two hard-bitten weather-worn
shearers from a six-month shearing run in the Outback offered a hundred
dollars each if they could both fuck her at the same time.
"You mean one up her cunt and the other up her ass?" Billy asked. No, they
said, both in her cunt at the same time ... did he think they were queer?
An old pervert called Thornton, hearing that an underage girl was whoring
in an apartment near the beach said he would pay the fifty if she was
thirteen. That was his age limit and she had to suck him off-he couldn't
get a hard on for normal coitus.
"Sure," said Tiger, taking forty on the spot. "She'll be fourteen next
month and she'll do anything." He wondered if he should phone Hugh to shave
off the little patch of golden curls from around Linda's pussy and tell
everyone that Linda was only thirteen. No, he finally decided, we'd have
more than Sergeant Wright to cope with and all the dirty old men in Sydney
would be hammering at the door.
Jim told Tiger how he'd managed to get his monster all the way up her anal
passage and invited Tiger to share her with him so he could do it again,
after they "shut up shop" that night.
"Tonight, after the last customer," he grinned lasciviously. "Yeah, after
the pubs shut," Tiger agreed.
The girl lying naked on the bed in the apartment overlooking Bondi's golden
beach looked more like twenty than fifteen. There were dark shadows under
her eyes, her blonde hair was matted from neglect, her down-drawn mouth was
that of a jaded moll and her legs were spread sluttishly apart. She hardly
ever bothered to change her position unless one of Hugh's numerous
"friends" asked her to turn over or sit up to suck. For four days she had
only left the bedroom to visit the bathroom or watch a midnight movie on
television. Occasionally she ate a proper meal cooked for her by Hugh,
otherwise she kept to her diet of hash cakes and vodka-spiked Cokes. Her
body still glowed with the youth of a fifteen year old, contrasting with
the dull expressionless face. She "entertained" these friends of Hugh's
from about eleven in the morning until midnight. She was hardly conscious
of whether it was day or night. She didn't care.
There was no feeling left in her except a constant flame of desire in her 
cunt. Strange, leering faces breathed beer odors into hers; sometimes she
was hurt, men squeezing her firm young breasts, shoving fingers roughly
into her anus, digging their fingernails into the tender flesh of her back
and buttocks. Both her lips were bruised and swollen, the result of cruel
bites from drunks and sadists. She had a cigarette burn mark near the pink
nipple of one breast, a scar across her thigh, caused by the flailing belt
buckle swung by a middle-aged drunk who insisted on being called Sergeant,
and her neck was covered with blood bruises.
She hardly slept during the long hours when no one called at the apartment.
Late at night when she went back to bed from watching television there was
always a bed companion for the night: Tiger or Sludge-Pump-sometimes both.
She called him Sludge-Pump now. She loathed both of them, if she got around
to thinking about it. She didn't care what they did with her: in fact, her
orgasms were always much greater when they had her together late at night
or before they went down for their morning swims in the surf. One day she
would go down with Jenny's board and swim out into the cool Pacific to
cleanse herself of the nightmare she was enduring, suffering it because her
mind was too pathetically weakened to deny the demands of her genitals or
the fire of sensual desire raging day and night throughout her entire
system.
One day, she couldn't remember which, she wrote a letter to her parents, a
short note about how happy she was tripping around Queensland with Jenny.
Hugh dictated the letter which he sent to a friend at Rockhampton to post
back to Mr. and Mrs. Spender at Bondi Beach. She had written again,
intending to throw the letter out of the window in the hope that someone
would post it to her parents, but by then she had forgotten the address and
the phone number; she wasn't allowed to use the phone and she was never
left alone.
On the fifth day she asked for a television set to be installed in the
bedroom so Hugh hired one which she left turned on all day, the sound
turned up. She stared with drugged eyes, the sound drowning out the
constant vulgarities pouring into her ears, while Hugh's friends ravished
her. Instead of one or two men standing in the doorway while another
lustily rammed and bounced her in the bed, the living room seemed packed
with men drinking, talking, swearing and discussing money: "twenty dollars"
were the only intelligible words she could distinguish from the babble of
voices. Once she had counted the men who fucked her one way or the other
during the day, feeling a strange kind of perverted satisfaction in knowing
that she had cum so many times, feeling at the same time a relief that she
should not have to see those friends of Hugh's again.
She couldn't count now. There were too many. One after the other.
Undressing hurriedly, flopping heavily onto her body, squeezing her 
breasts, fumbling to find the entrance to her vagina, shoving hard into her
wet crotch and kissing hard on her bruised lips as they rammed into her. As
soon as the fuck finished in a grunting climax she would turn her head to
watch the television until the man dressed and another came to stand by the
bed, dropping his pants to reveal an erect cock and ripping off his shirt;
she would watch until the new friend pulled her face around for the
expected kiss.
She stopped eating the day before, refusing a greasy stew someone offered
her during the short evening break and now, after twenty-four hours she
felt no appetite, merely a thirst for vodkas and Coke. She never answered
any questions, the only time she spoke was when Hugh would come into the
bedroom.
"Where's Jenny? Is Jenny back?" she would ask listlessly.
She intended to kill Jenny. Why, she could not remember. She had a long
pair of scissors on the dressing table. She wanted Jenny so that she could
stick the scissors in her guts.
The life savers were worried enough about her deteriorating condition to
put the closed sign up early that night. Jenny might return on the ten
o'clock plane and Linda might pass out completely from lack of food and
sleep. She looked terrible. Tiger was sent to stand outside the entrance of
the apartment building to warn all clients that the girl had gone and that
a respectable lady had taken over the apartment. They regretted their
decision, thinking that perhaps Linda could fuck on until ten.
Their decision was enforced by the law. Sergeant Wright, with four
officers; from his squad, arrived at half-past eight. It was the first time
the Sergeant had been back and this time it was semi-official in that he
was prepared to use his authority if Hugh and his friends didn't comply
with his requests. The apartment quickly emptied of horny drunks when the
cops walked in. The word would spread throughout the club that the place
had been raided. The "Princess brothel", as the apartment had become known
at the club and with local taxi drivers, was now permanently closed.
"Yes," Sergeant Wright said to Hugh as they stood in the kitchen with the
door closed. "Five hundred dollars is a very fair contribution to the
Police Fund. I don't think it'll break you boys. If your father wasn't a
police sergeant, Hugh Watson, the donation would have been about two
thousand. We know that the four of you have been very lucky in business
lately."
He couldn't quite catch Hugh's mumbled reply. He heard him clearly enough
offer him and the other plain-clothes officers an hour or two with the 
blonde nymphet, an offer he refused, having looked at the bedraggled
creature curled on the bed, staring at a television program of life in a
convent.
"Well, good luck boys in the championships at Coogee tomorrow. I think
you'd better have an early night, don't you? And send that girl away ...
she might give the neighborhood a bad name. Goodnight." The sergeant walked
out, followed by his men. They would collect fifty each and he would give
his wife three hundred to stash away in her secret bank account. A good
start to a busy Saturday night ... next there would be the exercise of
punching drunks before a free late supper downtown at Sammy's nite-spot. He
wondered how a young girl like that American whore could age so much in
five days. Probably drugs! Remembering that Hugh's father was a dumb cop on
the beat in Brisbane he resisted the temptation to turn back. Hugh was
probably giving some of his earnings to his old man. He looked like a nice
kid.
"That's the end of the party, boys!" the nice kid was saying as he held up
a beer-glass full of champagne. "Here's to the little Princess!" The others
interrupted their counting of hundreds of fives and tens to lift their mugs
of champagne to the toast. "Here's to the little Princess!"
"Come out and join us, Linda," Billy called. "The party's over. Come and
have a farewell drink!"
There was no reply. Linda was asleep with the light blazing over the bed,
the television blaring. Billy went in, turned out the light and switched
off the set. He shut the door softly. Tomorrow, someone would have to
deliver her to wherever she lived. Tomorrow was Sunday. Another surf
carnival with hundreds of luscious young birds wanting to be picked up by
glamorous life savers.
Linda slept for twelve hours, a dreamless uninterrupted sleep that enabled
her youthful reserves to resuscitate her nervous and physically exhausted
body. When Hugh and Billy awakened her she drank her orange juice and
ravenously ate her ham and eggs. She asked for the television to be
switched on, feeling cheated when Hugh shook his head.
"The party's over, Princess."
"Don't call me that. My name's Linda. Do you want to fuck me, Hugh? Do you,
Billy?"
They both laughed. They were dressed in their green surfing costumes with
that odd zig-zagged stripe of red running all the way down to their bulging
genitals.
"Time for a surf before you go home, Linda," Hugh said. "You haven't tried
Jenny's board yet."
"Is Jenny here? I want to talk to her."
"No, she's been delayed in Melbourne. Here, put on this bikini and we'll go
down to the beach." He gave her one of Jenny's bikinis which she slowly
pulled on and they each held her arms to guide her unsteadily down to the
beach. Tiger and Sludge-Pump had gone with the rest of the Brisbane team
over to the beach at Coogee.
Walking into the sea, the first small wave rolling near the shore knocked
her over, her legs weak from lying in bed for five days and nights. They
held her up as succeeding waves rolled in. They tried to get her on the
surfboard but she kept slipping off so they let her swim, holding her head
up when the force of waves threatened to dump her. After half an hour a
weak smile came to her lips as she sensed her freedom and her body
responded to the revitalizing action of the sea.
"Time to go back," Hugh announced, holding her hand to lead her regretfully
from the water.
"I won't go back with you. I want to stay here," she begged, fearful that
her liberation from that apartment was about to end, that she would again
have to endure the terrifying nightmare. "I ... I know where I live. I'm
going home to my parents."
"Sure you are, Linda. As soon as you wash the salt water off and get
dressed you'll be free to go home. I promise." Hugh gave her his best
winning smile. Jesus, I don't want a scene on the beach. The bitch might
start callin' for the cops. They both breathed a sigh of relief when she
stopped trying to go back into the surf and walked with them towards the
promenade. Back in the apartment they showered her, shampooed her hair,
dried it with the blower, dressed her and told her to use Jenny's cosmetics
to hide some of the marks on her neck. They were proud of their work:
They'd never groomed a girl before. They dressed in shirts and shorts,
packed their carnival gear into a bag and escorted Linda along the street
to her apartment.
"Er, you'd better explain to your parents about your swollen mouth, Linda.
Tell 'em you fell of a horse up in Queensland," Hugh said as they stopped
outside the entrance to her apartment building. "Well, eh, cheerio, Linda.
It's been nice, er, meetin' you."
Linda entered the building without a word and without glancing back. She 
couldn't believe it was all over and that they were actually letting her
go. She let herself into the apartment, a nervous apprehension stirring in
her stomach. The place was empty. On her bed she found a note: "Darling
Princess. In case you return while we're at church: Welcome home! We're
longing to see you. Lots of love, Mom And Dad."
Tears welled up in her eyes. How could I ever have blamed them for what
they did at home that night? she thought guiltily. I willingly submitted to
degrading acts which they would never believed existed. In a way she wished
she could tell them about it but she never could- the generation gap was
far too wide.
Quantas flew its Jumbo jet out of Kingsford Smith airport on the first leg
of its flight to San Francisco, an early morning flight with Mr. and Mrs.
Arnold Spender and daughter Linda among the first-class passengers. Linda
gazed out at a cloudless sky, as the jet made its curving climb, looking
back at the golden strips of sand running disconnected for miles along the
Australian coast. She picked out Bondi Beach, the first strip of sand south
of the harbor heads, and instead of feeling tired and happy now that she
was flying far away from the scene of her degradation, she felt sad and
humiliated. She had arrived in Sydney almost believing that she was a
princess. She could now see herself in perspective, and though very much
sadder she believed she was a little wiser than when she had rushed,
carefree and innocent into the surf that day two weeks ago.
The sun cast its rays through the window of the huge plane, Linda feeling
the heat of it through her thin cotton dress, gradually inducing a feeling
of euphoria, listlessness that allowed her body to relax in the
semi-reclined seat. Her hand resting in her lap, she unconsciously pressed
gently down on the swollen mound. She did not think of Hugh, Billy, Tiger,
Jim and Jenny; she thought of Tom, her decent, well-bred boyfriend waiting
for her at Long Beach. She thought of his rather small, white cock. She
felt sexier. She thought of how things would be different this time, when
they were again together in his convertible. She covered her hand with her
sweater so that she could press her middle finger down into the soft lips
to stroke her clitoris. She wouldn't shy away from Tom. She would suck his
cock and fill her mouth with the creamy cum that had once so terrified her.
She would take him and all of his friends from his class, if they wanted
her. She thought of Tom's thirteen year old sister: She was almost ripe!
Princess Linda would give them all a royal fuck. Fuck! What a lovely word!
"You all right, Princess?" called her father from across the aisle.
"Yes, Daddy. I'm perfectly content," she replied. "But I sure can't wait to
get home."


The End
